wisdom, wit, and pathos of ouida. wisdom, wit, and pathos _selected from the works_ of ouida by f. sydney morris philadelphia j. b. lippincott & co. contents. _selections from_-- page ariadne chandos folle-farine idalia a village commune puck two little wooden shoes fame moths , in a winter city a leaf in the storm a dog of flanders a branch of lilac signa tricotrin a provence rose pipistrello held in bondage pascarÈl in maremma under two flags strathmore friendship wanda _ariadne._ one grows to love the roman fountains as sea-born men the sea. go where you will there is the water; whether it foams by trevi, where the green moss grows in it like ocean weed about the feet of the ocean god, or whether it rushes reddened by the evening light, from the mouth of an old lion that once saw cleopatra; whether it leaps high in air, trying to reach the gold cross on st. peter's or pours its triple cascade over the pauline granite; whether it spouts out of a great barrel in a wall in old trastevere, or throws up into the air a gossamer as fine as arachne's web in a green garden way where the lizards run, or in a crowded corner where the fruit-sellers sit against the wall;--in all its shapes one grows to love the water that fills rome with an unchanging melody all through the year. * * * and indeed i do believe all things and all traditions. history is like that old stag that charles of france found out hunting in the woods once, with the bronze collar round its neck on which was written, "cæsar mihi hoc donavit." how one's fancy loves to linger about that old stag, and what a crowd of mighty shades come thronging at the very thought of him! how wonderful it is to think of--that quiet grey beast leading his lovely life under the shadows of the woods, with his hinds and their fawns about him, whilst cæsar after cæsar fell and generation on generation passed away and perished! but the sciolist taps you on the arm. "deer average fifty years of life; it was some mere court trick of course--how easy to have such a collar made!" well, what have we gained? the stag was better than the sciolist. * * * life costs but little on these sunny, silent shores; four walls of loose stones, a roof of furze and brambles, a fare of fish and fruit and millet-bread, a fire of driftwood easily gathered--and all is told. for a feast pluck the violet cactus; for a holiday push the old red boat to sea, and set the brown sail square against the sun--nothing can be cheaper, perhaps few things can be better. to feel the western breezes blow over that sapphire sea, laden with the fragrance of a score of blossoming isles. to lie under the hollow rocks, where centuries before the fisher folk put up that painted tablet to the dear madonna, for all poor shipwrecked souls. to climb the high hills through the tangle of myrtle and tamarisk, and the tufted rosemary, with the kids bleating above upon some unseen height. to watch the soft night close in, and the warning lights shine out over shoals and sunken rocks, and the moon hang low and golden in the blue dusk at the end there under the arch of the boughs. to spend long hours in the cool, fresh, break of day, drifting with the tide, and leaping with bare free limbs into the waves, and lying outstretched upon them, glancing down to the depths below, where silvery fish are gliding and coral branches are growing, and pink shells are floating like rose-leaves, five fathoms low and more. oh! a good life, and none better, abroad in the winds and weather, as nature meant that every living thing should be, only, alas, the devil put it into the mind of man to build cities! a good life for the soul and the body: and from it this sea-born joy came to seek the ghetto! * * * with a visible and physical ill one can deal; one can thrust a knife into a man at need, one can give a woman money for bread or masses, one can run for medicine or a priest. but for a creature with a face like ariadnê's, who had believed in the old gods and found them fables, who had sought for the old altars and found them ruins, who had dreamed of imperial rome and found the ghetto--for such a sorrow as this, what could one do? * * * some said i might have been a learned man, had i taken more pains. but i think it was only their kindness. i have that twist in my brain, which is the curse of my countrymen--a sort of devilish quickness at doing well, that prevents us ever doing best; just the same sort of thing that makes our goatherds rhyme perfect sonnets, and keeps them dunces before the alphabet. * * * if our beloved leopardi, instead of bemoaning his fate in his despair and sickening of his narrow home, had tried to see how many fair strange things there lay at his house door, had tried to care for the troubles of the men that hung the nets on the trees, and the innocent woes of the girl that carried the grass to the cow, and the obscure martyrdom of maternity and widowhood that the old woman had gone through who sat spinning on the top of the stairs, he would have found that his little borgo that he hated so for its dulness had all the comedies and tragedies of life lying under the sound of its tolling bells. he would not have been less sorrowful, for the greater the soul the sadder it is for the unutterable waste, the unending pain of life. but he would never have been dull: he would never have despised, and despising missed, the stories and the poems that were round him in the millet fields and the olive orchards. there is only one lamp which we can carry in our hand, and which will burn through the darkest night, and make the light of a home for us in a desert place: it is sympathy with everything that breathes. * * * into other lands i wandered, then, and sought full half the world. when one wants but little, and has a useful tongue, and knows how to be merry with the young folk, and sorrowful with the old, and can take the fair weather with the foul, and wear one's philosophy like an easy boot, treading with it on no man's toe, and no dog's tail; why, if one be of this sort, i say, one is, in a great manner, independent of fortune; and the very little that one needs one can usually obtain. many years i strayed about, seeing many cities and many minds, like odysseus; being no saint, but, at the same time, being no thief and no liar. * * * art was dear to me. wandering through many lands, i had come to know the charm of quiet cloisters; the delight of a strange, rare volume; the interest of a quaint bit of pottery; the unutterable loveliness of some perfect painter's vision, making a glory in some dusky, world-forgotten church: and so my life was full of gladness here in rome, where the ass's hoof ringing on a stone may show you that vitruvius was right, where you had doubted him; or the sun shining down upon a cabbage garden, or a coppersmith's shreds of metal, may gleam on a signet ring of the flavian women, or a broken vase that may have served vile tullia for drink. * * * art is, after nature, the only consolation that one has at all for living. * * * i have been all my life blown on by all sorts of weather, and i know there is nothing so good as the sun and the wind for driving ill-nature and selfishness out of one. * * * anything in the open air is always well; it is because men now-a-days shut themselves up so much in rooms and pen themselves in stifling styes, where never the wind comes or the clouds are looked at, that puling discontent and plague-struck envy are the note of all modern politics and philosophies. the open air breeds leonidas, the factory room felix pyat. * * * i lit my pipe. a pipe is a pocket philosopher, a truer one than socrates. for it never asks questions. socrates must have been very tiresome when one thinks of it. * * * i have had some skill in managing the minds of crowds; it is a mere knack, like any other; it belongs to no particular character or culture. arnold of brescia had it, and so had masaniello. lamartine had it, and so had jack cade. * * * it is of use to have a reputation for queerness; it gains one many solitary moments of peace. * * * ersilia was a good soul, and full of kindliness; but charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit. * * * the soul of the poet is like a mirror of an astrologer: it bears the reflection of the past and of the future, and can show the secrets of men and gods; but all the same it is dimmed by the breath of those who stand by and gaze into it. * * * "you are not unhappy now?" i said to her in farewell. she looked at me with a smile. "you have given me hope; and i am in rome, and i am young." she was right. rome may be only a ruin, and hope but another name for deception and disappointment; but youth is supreme happiness in itself, because all possibilities lie in it, and nothing in it is as yet irrevocable. * * * there never was an Æneas; there never was a numa; well, what the better are we? we only lose the trojan ship gliding into tiber's mouth, when the woodland thickets that bloomed by ostia were reddening with the first warmth of the day's sun; we only lose the sabine lover going by the sacred way at night, and sweet egeria weeping in the woods of nemi; and are--by their loss--how much the poorer! perhaps all these things never were. the little stone of truth, rolling through the many ages of the world, has gathered and grown grey with the thick mosses of romance and superstition. but tradition must always have that little stone of truth as its kernel; and perhaps he who rejects all, is likelier to be wrong than even foolish folk like myself who love to believe all, and who tread the new paths, thinking ever of the ancient stories. * * * there can be hardly any life more lovely upon earth than that of a young student of art in rome. with the morning, to rise to the sound of countless bells and of innumerable streams, and see the silver lines of the snow new fallen on the mountains against the deep rose of the dawn, and the shadows of the night steal away softly from off the city, releasing, one by one, dome and spire, and cupola and roof, till all the wide white wonder of the place discloses itself under the broad brightness of full day; to go down into the dark cool streets, with the pigeons fluttering in the fountains, and the sounds of the morning chants coming from many a church door and convent window, and little scholars and singing children going by with white clothes on, or scarlet robes, as though walking forth from the canvas of botticelli or garofalo; to eat frugally, sitting close by some shop of flowers and birds, and watching all the while the humours and the pageants of the streets by quaint corners, rich with sculptures of the renaissance, and spanned by arches of architects that builded for agrippa, under grated windows with arms of frangipanni or colonna, and pillars that apollodorus raised; to go into the great courts of palaces, murmurous with the fall of water, and fresh with green leaves and golden fruit, that rob the colossal statues of their gloom and gauntness, and thence into the vast chambers where the greatest dreams that men have ever had, are written on panel and on canvas, and the immensity and the silence of them all are beautiful and eloquent with dead men's legacies to the living, where the hours and the seasons frolic beside the maries at the sepulchre, and adonis bares his lovely limbs, in nowise ashamed because s. jerome and s. mark are there; to study and muse, and wonder and be still, and be full of the peace which passes all understanding, because the earth is lovely as adonis is, and life is yet unspent; to come out of the sacred light, half golden, and half dusky, and full of many blended colours, where the marbles and the pictures live, sole dwellers in the deserted dwellings of princes; to come out where the oranges are all aglow in the sunshine, and the red camellias are pushing against the hoary head of the old stone hermes, and to go down the width of the mighty steps into the gay piazza, alive with bells tolling, and crowds laughing, and drums abeat, and the flutter of carnival banners in the wind; and to get away from it all with a full heart, and ascend to see the sun set from the terrace of the medici, or the pamfili, or the borghese woods, and watch the flame-like clouds stream homewards behind s. peter's, and the pines of monte mario grow black against the west, till the pale green of evening spreads itself above them, and the stars arise; and then, with a prayer--be your faith what it will--a prayer to the unknown god, to go down again through the violet-scented air and the dreamful twilight, and so, with unspeakable thankfulness, simply because you live, and this is rome--so homeward. * * * the strong instinctive veracity in her weighed the measure of her days, and gave them their right name. she was content, her life was full of the sweetness and strength of the arts, and of the peace of noble occupation and endeavour. but some true instinct in her taught her that this is peace, but is not more than peace. happiness comes but from the beating of one heart upon another. * * * there was a high wall near, covered with peach-trees, and topped with wistaria and valerian, and the handsome wild caperplant; and against the wall stood rows of tall golden sunflowers late in their blooming; the sun they seldom could see for the wall, and it was pathetic always to me, as the day wore on, to watch the poor stately amber heads turn straining to greet their god, and only meeting the stones and the cobwebs, and the peach-leaves of their inexorable barrier. they were so like us!--straining after the light, and only finding bricks and gossamer and wasps'-nests! but the sunflowers never made mistakes as we do: they never took the broken edge of a glass bottle or the glimmer of a stable lanthorn for the glory of helios, and comforted themselves with it--as we can do. * * * dear, where we love much we always forgive, because we ourselves are nothing, and what we love is all. * * * there is something in the silence of an empty room that sometimes has a terrible eloquence: it is like the look of coming death in the eyes of a dumb animal; it beggars words and makes them needless. * * * when you have said to yourself that you will kill any one, the world only seems to hold yourself and him, and god--who will see the justice done. * * * what is it that love does to a woman?--without it she only sleeps; with it, alone, she lives. * * * a great love is an absolute isolation, and an absolute absorption. nothing lives or moves or breathes, save one life: for one life alone the sun rises and sets, the seasons revolve, the clouds bear rain, and the stars ride on high; the multitudes around cease to exist, or seem but ghostly shades; of all the sounds of earth there is but one voice audible; all past ages have been but the herald of one soul; all eternity can be but its heritage alone. * * * is nature kind or cruel? who can tell? the cyclone comes, or the earthquake; the great wave rises and swallows the cities and the villages, and goes back whence it came; the earth yawns, and devours the pretty towns and the sleeping children, the gardens where the lovers were sitting, and the churches where women prayed, and then the morass dries up and the gulf unites again. men build afresh, and the grass grows, and the trees, and all the flowering seasons come back as of old. but the dead are dead: nothing changes that! as it is with the earth, so it is with our life; our own poor, short, little life, that is all we can really call our own. calamities shatter, and despair engulfs it; and yet after a time the chasm seems to close; the storm wave seems to roll back; the leaves and the grass return; and we make new dwellings. that is, the daily ways of living are resumed, and the common tricks of our speech and act are as they used to be before disaster came upon us. then wise people say, he or she has "got over it." alas, alas! the drowned children will not come back to us; the love that was struck down, the prayer that was silenced, the altar that was ruined, the garden that was ravished, they are all gone for ever,--for ever, for ever! yet we live; because grief does not always kill, and often does not speak. * * * i crept through the myrtles downward, away from the house where the statue lay shattered. the earliest of the nightingales of the year was beginning her lay in some leafy covert hard by, but never would he hear music in their piping again; never, never: any more than i should hear the song of the faun in the fountain. for the song that we hear with our ears is only the song that is sung in our hearts. and his heart, i knew, would be for ever empty and silent, like a temple that has been burned with fire, and left standing, pitiful and terrible, in mockery of a lost religion, and of a forsaken god. * * * men and women, losing the thing they love, lose much, but the artist loses far more; for him are slaughtered all the children of his dreams, and from him are driven all the fair companions of his solitude. * * * love art alone, forsaking all other loves, and she will make you happy, with a happiness that shall defy the seasons and the sorrows of time, the pains of the vulgar and the changes of fortune, and be with you day and night, a light that is never dim. but mingle with it any human love--and art will look for ever at you with the eyes of christ when he looked at the faithless follower as the cock crew. * * * and, indeed, there are always the poor: the vast throngs born century after century, only to know the pangs of life and of death, and nothing more. methinks that human life is, after all, but like a human body, with a fair and smiling face, but all the limbs ulcered and cramped and racked with pain. no surgery of statecraft has ever known how to keep the fair head erect, yet give the trunk and the limbs health. * * * for in a great love there is a self-sustaining strength by which it lives, deprived of everything, as there are plants that live upon our barren ruins burned by the sun, and parched and shelterless, yet ever lifting green leaves to the light. * * * and indeed after all there is nothing more cruel than the impotence of genius to hold and keep those commonest joys and mere natural affections which dullards and worse than dullards rejoice in at their pleasure; the common human things, whose loss makes the great possessions of its imperial powers all valueless and vain as harps unstrung, or as lutes that are broken. * * * "this world of our own immediate day is weak and weary, because it is no longer young; yet it possesses one noble attribute--it has an acute and almost universal sympathy, which does indeed often degenerate into a false and illogical sentiment, yet serves to redeem an age of egotism. we have escaped both the gem-like hardness of the pagan, and the narrowing selfishness of the christian and the israelite. we are sick for the woe of creation, and we wonder why such woe is ours, and why it is entailed on the innocent dumb beasts, that perish in millions for us, unpitied, day and night. rome had no altar to pity: it is the one god that we own. when that pity in us for all things is perfected, perhaps we shall have reached a religion of sympathy that will be purer than any religion the world has yet seen, and more productive. 'save my country!' cried the pagan to his deities. 'save my soul!' cries the christian at his altars. we, who are without a god, murmur to the great unknown forces of nature: 'let me save others some little portion of this pain entailed on all simple and guileless things, that are forced to live, without any fault of their own at their birth, or any will of their own in their begetting.'" * * * how should we have great art in our day? we have no faith. belief of some sort is the lifeblood of art. when athene and zeus ceased to excite any veneration in the minds of men, sculpture and architecture both lost their greatness. when the madonna and her son lost that mystery and divinity, which for the simple minds of the early painters they possessed, the soul went out of canvas and of wood. when we carve a venus now, she is but a light woman; when we paint a jesus now, it is but a little suckling, or a sorrowful prisoner. we want a great inspiration. we ought to find it in the things that are really beautiful, but we are not sure enough, perhaps, what is so. what does dominate us is a passion for nature; for the sea, for the sky, for the mountain, for the forest, for the evening storm, for the break of day. perhaps when we are thoroughly steeped in this we shall reach greatness once more. but the artificiality of all modern life is against it; so is its cynicism. sadness and sarcasm make a great lucretius as a great juvenal, and scorn makes a strong aristophanes; but they do not make a praxiteles and an apelles; they do not even make a raffaelle, or a flaxman. art, if it be anything, is the perpetual uplifting of what is beautiful in the sight of the multitudes--the perpetual adoration of that loveliness, material and moral, which men in the haste and the greed of their lives are everlastingly forgetting: unless it be that it is empty and useless as a child's reed-pipe when the reed is snapt and the child's breath spent. genius is obligation. * * * "no woman, i think, ever loved you as this woman does, whom you have left as i would not leave a dog," said maryx, and something of his old ardent eloquence returned to him, and his voice rose and rang clearer as the courage in him consummated the self-sacrifice that he had set himself for her sake. "have you ever thought what you have done? when you have killed art in an artist, you have done the cruellest murder that earth can behold. other and weaker natures than hers might forget, but she never. her fame will be short-lived as that rose, for she sees but your face, and the world will tire of that, but she will not. she can dream no more. she can only remember. do you know what that is to the artist?--it is to be blind and to weary the world; the world that has no more pity than you have! you think her consoled because her genius has not left her: are you a poet and yet do not know that genius is only a power to suffer more and to remember longer?--nothing else. you say to yourself that she will have fame, that will beguile her as the god came to ariadnê; perhaps; but across that fame, let it become what it may, there will settle for ever the shadow of the world's dishonour; it will be for ever poisoned, and cursed, and embittered by the scorn of fools, and the reproach of women, since by you they have been given their lashes of nettles, and by you have been given their by-word to hoot. she will walk in the light of triumph, you say, and therefore you have not hurt her; do you not see that the fiercer that light may beat on her, the sharper will the eyes of the world search out the brand with which you have burned her. for when do men forgive force in the woman? and when do women ever forgive the woman's greatness? and when does every cur fail to snarl at the life that is higher than its fellows? it is by the very genius in her that you have had such power to wound, such power to blight and to destroy. by so long as her name shall be spoken, so long will the wrong you have done her cling round it, to make it meet for reproach. a mere woman dies, and her woe and her shame die with her, and the earth covers her and them; but such shelter is denied for ever to the woman who has genius and fame; long after she is dead she will lie out on common soil, naked and unhouselled, for all the winds to blow on her and all the carrion birds to tear." * * * "no, no. that is accursed! to touch art without a right to touch it, merely as a means to find bread--you are too honest to think of such a thing. unless art be adored for its own sake and purely, it must be left alone. philip of macedon had every free man's child taught art! i would have every boy and girl taught its sacredness; so, we might in time get back some accuracy of taste in the public, some conscientiousness of production in the artist. if artistic creation be not a joy, an imperious necessity, an instinct of all the forces of the mind, let the boy go and plough, and the girl go and spin." * * * maybe you turn your back on happiness. i have heard that wise people often do that. they look up so at the sun and the stars, that they set their foot on the lark that would have sung to them and woke them brightly in the morning--and kill it. * * * landscape painting is the only original form of painting that modern times can boast. it has not exhausted itself yet; it is capable of infinite development. ruysdael, rembrandt, and the rest, did great scenes, it is true, but it has been left to our painters to put soul into the sunshine of a cornfield, and suggest a whole life of labour in a dull evening sky hanging over a brown ploughed upland, with the horses going tired homewards, and one grey figure trudging after them, to the hut on the edge of the moor. of course the modern fancy of making nature answer to all human moods, like an eölian harp, is morbid and exaggerated, but it has a beauty in it, and a certain truth. our tenderer souls take refuge in the country now, as they used to do in the cloister. * * * i think if people oftener saw the break of day they would vow oftener to keep that dawning day holy, and would not so often let its fair hours drift away with nothing done that were not best left undone. * * * we are the sons of our time: it is not for us to slay our mother. let us cover her dishonour if we see it, lest we should provoke the erinyes. * * * how one loves canova the man, and how one execrates canova the artist! surely never was a great repute achieved by so false a talent and so perfect a character. one would think he had been born and bred in versailles instead of treviso. he is called a naturalist! look at his graces! he is always coysevax and coustou at heart. never purely classic, never frankly modern. louis xiv. would have loved him better than bernini. * * * if alexander had believed himself a bubble of gas instead of the son of a god, he would not have changed the face of the world. negation cannot be the parent of heroism, though it will produce an indifference that counterfeits it not ill, since petronius died quite as serenely as ever did the martyrs of the church. * * * genius cannot escape the taint of its time more than a child the influence of its begetting. augustus could have horace and ovid; he could never have had homer and milton. * * * i do not think with you. talent takes the mark of its generation; genius stamps its time with its own impression. virgil had the sentiment of an united italy. * * * tell her that past she thinks so great was only very like the serapis which men worshipped so many ages in theophilis, and which, when the soldiers struck it down at last, proved itself only a hollow colossus with a colony of rats in its head that scampered right and left. * * * falconet struck the death-note of the plastic arts when he said, "our marbles have _almost_ colour." that is just where we err. we are incessantly striving to make sculpture at once a romance-writer and a painter, and of course she loses all dignity and does but seem the jay in borrowed plumes of sable. conceits are altogether out of keeping with marble. they suit a cabinet painting or a piece of china. bernini was the first to show the disease when he veiled the head of his nile to indicate that the source was unknown. * * * whosoever has any sort of fame has lighted a beacon that is always shining upon him, and can never more return into the cool twilight of privacy even when most he wishes. it is of these retributions--some call them compensations--of which life is full. * * * men have forgotten the virile pyrrhic dance, and have become incapable of the grace of the ionian; their only dance is a danse macabre, and they are always hand in hand with a skeleton. * * * by night rome is still a city for the gods; the shadows veil its wounds, the lustre silvers all its stones; its silence is haunted as no other silence is; if you have faith, there where the dark gloss of the laurel brushes the marble as in agrippa's time, you will see the immortals passing by chained with dead leaves and weeping. * * * a great love is an absolute isolation and an absolute absorption. nothing lives or moves or breathes save one life; for one life alone the sun rises and sets, the seasons revolve, the clouds bear rain, and the stars ride on high; the multitudes around cease to exist, or seem but ghostly shades; of all the sounds of earth there is but one voice audible; all past ages have been but the herald of one soul; all eternity can be but its heritage alone. * * * perhaps she was right: for a few hours of joy one owes the debt of years, and should give a pardon wide and deep as the deep sea. this love which she had made in his likeness, the tyrant and compeller of the world, was to her as the angel which brings perfect dreams and lets the tired sleeper visit heaven. * * * "and when the ship sails away without you?" i said brutally, and laughing still, because the mention of the schooner had broken the bonds of the silence that had held me against my will half paralysed, and i seemed to be again upon the tyrrhene shore, seeing the white sail fade against the sky. "and when that ship sails without you? the day will come. it always comes. you are my ariadnê; yet you forget naxos! oh, the day will come! you will kiss the feet of your idol then, and they will not stay; they will go away, away, away, and they will not tarry for your prayers or your tears--ay, it is always so. two love, and one tires. and you know nothing of that; you who would have love immortal." and i laughed again, for it seemed to me so horrible, and i was half mad. no doubt it would have been kinder had i struck my knife down into her breast with her words unspoken. all shade of colour forsook her face; only the soft azure of the veins remained, and changed to an ashen grey. she shook with a sudden shiver from head to foot as the name she hated, the name of ariadnê, fell upon her ear. the icebolt had fallen in her paradise. a scared and terrible fear dilated her eyes, that opened wide in the amaze of some suddenly stricken creature. "and when he leaves you?" i said, with cruel iteration. "do you remember what you told me once of the woman by the marshes by the sea, who had nothing left by which to remember love save wounds that never healed? that is all his love will leave you by-and-by." "ah, never!" she spoke rather to herself than me. the terror was fading out of her eyes, the blood returning to her face; she was in the sweet bewildered trance of that blind faith which goes wherever it is led, and never asks the end nor dreads the fate. her love was deathless: how could she know that his was mortal? "you are cruel," she said, with her mouth quivering, but the old, soft, grand courage in her eyes. "we are together for ever; he has said so. but even if--if--i only remembered him by wounds, what would that change in me? he would _have_ loved me. if he would wish to wound me, so he should. i am his own as the dogs are. think!--he looked at me, and all the world grew beautiful; he touched me, and i was happy--i, who never had been happy in my life. you look at me strangely; you speak harshly. why? i used to think, surely you would be glad----" i gripped my knife and cursed him in my soul. how could one say to her the thing that he had made her in man's and woman's sight? "i thought you would be glad," she said, wistfully, "and i would have told you long ago--myself. i do not know why you should look so. perhaps you are angered because i seemed ungrateful to you and maryx. perhaps i was so. i have no thought--only of him. what he wished, that i did. even rome itself was for me nothing, and the gods--there is only one for me; and he is with me always. and i think the serpents and the apes are gone for ever from the tree, and he only hears the nightingales--now. he tells me so often. very often. do you remember i used to dream of greatness for myself--ah, what does it matter! i want nothing now. when he looks at me--the gods themselves could give me nothing more." and the sweet tranquil radiance came back into her eyes, and her thoughts wandered into the memories of this perfect passion which possessed her, and she forgot that i was there. my throat was choking; my eyes felt blind; my tongue clove to my mouth. i, who knew what that end would be as surely as i knew the day then shining would sink into the earth, i was dumb, like a brute beast--i, who had gone to take his life. before this love which knew nothing of the laws of mankind, how poor and trite and trivial looked those laws! what could i dare to say to her of shame? ah! if it had only been for any other's sake! but he,--perhaps he did not lie to her; perhaps he did only hear the nightingales with her beside him; but how soon their song would pall upon his ear, how soon would he sigh for the poisonous kiss of the serpents! i knew! i knew! i stood heart-broken in the warm light that was falling through the casement and streaming towards her face. what could i say to her? men harder and sterner and surer in every way of their own judgment than i was of mine no doubt would have shaken her with harsh hands from that dream in which she had wandered to her own destruction. no doubt a sterner moralist than i would have had no pity, and would have hurled on her all the weight of those bitter truths of which she was so ignorant; would have shown her that pit of earthly scorn upon whose brink she stood; would have torn down all that perfect, credulous faith of hers, which could have no longer life nor any more lasting root than the flowering creeper born of a summer's sun, and gorgeous as the sunset's hues, and clinging about a ruin-mantling decay. oh yes, no doubt. but i am only weak, and of little wisdom, and never certain that the laws and ways of the world are just, and never capable of long giving pain to any harmless creature, least of all to her. she seemed to rouse herself with effort to remember i was there, and turned on me her eyes that were suffused and dreamful with happiness, like a young child's with sleep. "i must have seemed so thankless to you: you were so very good to me," she said, with that serious sweetness of her rare smile that i had used to watch for, as an old dog watches for his young owner's--an old dog that is used to be forgotten, but does not himself forget, though he is old. "i must have seemed so thankless; but he bade me be silent, and i have no law but him. after that night when we walked in nero's fields, and i went home and learned he loved me;--do you not see i forgot that there was any one in all the world except himself and me? it must always be so--at least, so i think. oh, how true that poem was! do you remember how he read it that night after mozart amongst the roses by the fire? what use was endless life and all the lore of the spirits and seers to sospitra? i was like sospitra, till he came; always thinking of the stars and the heavens in the desert all alone, and always wishing for life eternal, when it is only life _together_ that is worth a wish or a prayer. but why do you look at me so? perhaps you do not understand. perhaps i am selfish." this was all that it seemed to her--that i did not understand. could she see the tears of blood that welled up in my eyes? could she see the blank despair that blinded my sight? could she see the frozen hand that i felt clutching at my heart and benumbing it? i did not understand; that was all that it seemed to her. she was my ariadnê, born again to suffer the same fate. i saw the future: she could not. i knew that he would leave her as surely as the night succeeds the day. i knew that his passion--if passion, indeed, it were, and not only the mere common vanity of subjugation and possession--would pall on him and fade out little by little, as the stars fade out of the grey morning skies. i knew, but i had not the courage to tell her. men were faithful only to the faithless. but what could she know of this? "thinking of the stars and of the heavens in the desert all alone! yes!" i cried; and the bonds of my silence were unloosed, and the words rushed from my lips like a torrent from between the hills. "yes; and never to see the stars any more, and to lose for ever the peace of the desert--that, you think, is gain! oh, my dear! what can i say to you? what can i say? you will not believe if i tell you. i shall seem a liar and a prophet of false woe. i shall curse when i would bless. what can i say to you? athene watched over you. you were of those who dwell alone, but whom the gods are with. you had the clue and the sword, and they are nothing to you; you lose them both at his word, at the mere breath of his lips, and know no god but his idle law, that shifts as the winds of the sea. and you count that gain? oh, just heaven! oh, my dear, my heart is broken; how can i tell you? one man loved you who was great and good, to whom you were a sacred thing, who would have lifted you up in heaven, and never have touched too roughly a single hair of your head; and you saw him no more than the very earth that you trod; he was less to you than the marbles he wrought in; and he suffers: and what do you care? you have had the greatest wrong that a woman can have, and you think it the greatest good, the sweetest gift! he has torn your whole life down as a cruel hand tears a rose in the morning light, and you rejoice! for what do you know? he will kill your soul, and still you will kiss his hand. some women are so. when he leaves you, what will you do? for you there will only be death. the weak are consoled, but the strong never. what will you do? what will you do? you are like a child that culls flowers at the edge of a snake's breeding-pit. he waked you--yes!--to send you in a deeper sleep, blind and dumb to everything but his will. nay, nay! that is not your fault. love does not come at will; and of goodness it is not born, nor of gratitude, nor of any right or reason on the earth. only that you should have had no thought of us--no thought at all--only of him by whom your ruin comes; that seems hard! ay, it is hard. you stood just so in my dream, and you hesitated between the flower of passion and the flower of death. ah, well might love laugh. they grow on the same bough; love knows that. oh, my dear, my dear, i come too late! look! he has done worse than murder, for that only kills the body; but he has killed the soul in you. he will crush out all that came to you from heaven; all your mind and your hopes and your dreams, and all the mystery in you, that we poor half-dumb fools call genius, and that made the common daylight above you full of all beautiful shapes and visions that our duller eyes could not see as you went. he has done worse than murder, and i came to take his life. ay, i would slay him now as i would strangle the snake in my path. and even for this i come too late. i cannot do you even this poor last service. to strike him dead would only be to strike you too. i come too late! take my knife, lest i should see him--take it. till he leaves you i will wait." i drew the fine, thin blade across my knee and broke it in two pieces, and threw the two halves at her feet. then i turned without looking once at her, and went away. i do not know how the day waned and passed; the skies seemed red with fire, and the canals with blood. i do not know how i found my road over the marble floors and out into the air. i only remember that i felt my way feebly with my hands, as though the golden sunlight were all darkness, and that i groped my way down the steps and out under an angle of the masonry, staring stupidly upon the gliding waters. i do not know whether a minute had gone by or many hours, when some shivering sense of sound made me look up at the casement above, a high, vast casement fretted with dusky gold and many colours, and all kinds of sculptured stone. the sun was making a glory as of jewels on its painted panes. some of them were open; i could see within the chamber hilarion's fair and delicate head, and his face drooped with a soft smile. i could see her, with all her loveliness, melting, as it were, into his embrace, and see her mouth meet his. if i had not broken the steel!---- i rose from the stones and cursed them, and departed from the place as the moon rose. * * * he was silent; the moonlight poured down between us white and wide; there lay a little dead bird on the stones, i remember, a redbreast, stiff and cold. the people traffic in such things here, in the square of agrippa; it had fallen, doubtless, off some market stall. poor little robin! all the innocent sweet woodland singing-life of it was over, over in agony, and not a soul in all the wide earth was the better for its pain; not even the huckster who had missed making his copper coin by it. woe is me; the sorrow of the world is great. i pointed to it where it lay, poor little soft huddled heap of bright feathers; there is no sadder sight than a dead bird, for what lovelier life can there be than a bird's life, free in the sun and the rain, in the blossom and foliage? "make the little cold throat sing at sunrise," i said to him. "when you can do that, then think to undo what you have done." "she will forget:--" "you know she never will forget. there is your crime." "she will have her art----" "will the dead bird sing?" * * * here, if anywhere in the "divine city of the vatican"--for in truth a city and divine it is, and well has it been called so--here, if anywhere, will wake the soul of the artist; here, where the very pavement bears the story of odysseus, and each passage-way is a via sacra, and every stone is old with years whose tale is told by hundreds or by thousands, and the wounded adonis can be adored beside the tempted christ of sistine, and the serious beauty of the erythean sibyl lives beside the laughing grace of ivy-crowned thalia, and the jupiter maximus frowns on the mortals made of earth's dust, and the jehovah who has called forth woman meets the first smile of eve. a divine city indeed, holding in its innumerable chambers and its courts of granite and of porphyry all that man has ever dreamed of, in his hope and in his terror, of the unknown god. * * * the days of joyous, foolish mumming came--the carnival mumming that as a boy i had loved so well, and that, ever since i had come and stitched under my apollo and crispin, i had never been loth to meddle and mix in, going mad with my lit taper, like the rest, and my whistle of the befana, and all the salt and sport of a war of wits such as old rome has always heard in midwinter since the seven nights of the saturnalia. dear lord! to think that twice a thousand years ago and more, along these banks of tiber, and down in the velabrum and up the sacred way, men and women and children were leaping, and dancing, and shouting, and electing their festal king, and exchanging their new-year gifts of wax candles and little clay figures: and that now-a-days we are doing just the same thing in the same season, in the same places, only with all the real faunic joyfulness gone out of it with the old slain saturn, and a great deal of empty and luxurious show come in instead! it makes one sad, mankind looks such a fool. better be heine's fool on the seashore, who asks the winds their "wherefore" and their "whence." you remember heine's poem--that one in the "north sea" series, that speaks of the man by the shore, and asks what is man, and what shall become of him, and who lives on high in the stars? and tells how the waves keep on murmuring and the winds rising, the clouds scudding before the breeze, and the planets shining so cold and so far, and how on the shore a fool waits for an answer, and waits in vain. it is a terrible poem, and terrible because it is true. every one of us stands on the brink of the endless sea that is time and is death; and all the blind, beautiful, mute, majestic forces of creation move around us and yet tell us nothing. it is wonderful that, with this awful mystery always about us, we can go on on our little lives as cheerfully as we do; that on the edge of that mystical shore we yet can think so much about the crab in the lobster-pot, the eel in the sand, the sail in the distance, the child's face at home. well, no doubt it is heaven's mercy that we can do so; it saves from madness such thinking souls as are amongst us. * * * "my dear, of love there is very little in the world. there are many things that take its likeness: fierce unstable passions and poor egotisms of all sorts, vanities too, and many other follies--apatê and philotês in a thousand masquerading characters that gain great love discredit. the loves of men, and women too, my dear, are hardly better very often than minos' love for skylla; you remember how he threw her down from the stern of his vessel when he had made the use of her he wished, and she had cut the curls of nisias. a great love does not of necessity imply a great intelligence, but it must spring out of a great nature, that is certain; and where the heart has spent itself in much base petty commerce, it has no deep treasury of gold on which to draw; it is bankrupt from its very over-trading. a noble passion is very rare; believe me; as rare as any other very noble thing." * * * "do you call him a poet because he has the trick of a sonorous cadence and of words that fall with the measure of music, so that youths and maidens recite them for the vain charm of their mere empty sound? it is a lie--it is a blasphemy. a poet! a poet suffers for the meanest thing that lives; the feeblest creature dead in the dust is pain to him; his joy and his sorrow alike outweigh tenfold the joys and the sorrows of men; he looks on the world as christ looked on jerusalem, and weeps; he loves, and all heaven and all hell are in his love; he is faithful unto death, because fidelity alone can give to love the grandeur and the promise of eternity; he is like the martyrs of the church who lay upon the wheel with their limbs racked, yet held the roses of paradise in their hands and heard the angels in the air. that is a poet; that is what dante was, and shelley and milton and petrarca. but this man? this singer of the senses, whose sole lament is that the appetites of the body are too soon exhausted; this languid and curious analysist who rends the soul aside with merciless cruelty, and puts away the quivering nerves with cold indifference, once he has seen their secrets?--this a poet? then so was nero harping! accursed be the book and all the polished vileness that his verses ever palmed off on men by their mere tricks of sound. this a poet! as soon are the swine that rout the garbage, the lions of the apocalypse by the throne of god!" * * * the glad water sparkles and ripples everywhere; above the broad porphyry basins butterflies of every colour flutter, and swallows fly; lovers and children swing balls of flowers, made as only our romans know how to make them; the wide lawns under the deep-shadowed avenues are full of blossoms; the air is full of fragrance; the palms rise against a cloudless sky; the nights are lustrous; in the cool of the great galleries the statues seem to smile: so spring had been to me always; but now the season was without joy, and the scent of the flowers on the wind hurt me as it smote my nostrils. for a great darkness seemed always between me and the sun, and i wondered that the birds could sing, and the children run amongst the blossoms--the world being so vile. * * * women hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion. the courtesan may scourge it with a whip of nettles back into life; but the innocent woman may wet it for ever with her tears, she will find no resurrection. * * * art is an angel of god, but when love has entered the soul, the angel unfolds its plumes and takes flight, and the wind of its wings withers as it passes. he whom it has left misses the angel at his ear, but he is alone for ever. sometimes it will seem to him then that it had been no angel ever, but a fiend that lied, making him waste his years in a barren toil, and his nights in a joyless passion; for there are two things beside which all art is but a mockery and a curse: they are a child that is dying and a love that is lost. * * * love art alone, forsaking all other loves, and she will make you happy, with a happiness that shall defy the seasons and the sorrows of time, the pains of the vulgar and the changes of fortune, and be with you day and night, a light that is never dim. but mingle with it any human love--and art will look for ever at you with the eyes of christ when he looked at the faithless follower as the cock crew. * * * the little garden of the rospigliosi seems to have all mediæval rome shut in it, as you go up the winding stairs with all their lichens and water-plants and broken marbles, into the garden itself, with its smooth emerald turf and spreading magnolias, and broad fish-ponds, and orange and citron trees, and the frescoed building at the end where guido's aurora floats in unchanging youth, and the buoyant hours run before the sun. myself i own i care not very much for that aurora; she is no incarnation of the morning, and though she floats wonderfully and does truly seem to move, yet is she in nowise ethereal nor suggestive of the dawn either of day or life. when he painted her, he must have been in love with some lusty taverner's buxom wife busked in her holiday attire. but whatever one may think of the famed aurora, of the loveliness of her quiet garden home, safe in the shelter of the stately palace walls, there can be no question; the little place is beautiful, and sitting in its solitude with the brown magnolia fruit falling on the grass, and the blackbirds pecking between the primroses, all the courtly and superb pageant of the dead ages will come trooping by you, and you will fancy that the boy metastasio is reciting strophes under yonder spanish chestnut-tree, and cardinals, and nobles, and gracious ladies, and pretty pages are all listening, leaning against the stone rail of the central water. for this is the especial charm and sorcery of rome, that, sitting idly in her beautiful garden-ways, you can turn over a score of centuries and summon all their pomp and pain before you, as easily as little children can turn over the pages of a coloured picture-book until their eyes are dazzled. _chandos._ it is so easy for the preacher, when he has entered the days of darkness, to tell us to find no flavour in the golden fruit, no music in the song of the charmer, no spell in eyes that look love, no delirium in the soft dreams of the lotus--so easy when these things are dead and barren for himself, to say they are forbidden! but men must be far more or far less than mortal ere they can blind their eyes, and dull their senses, and forswear their nature, and obey the dreariness of the commandment; and there is little need to force the sackcloth and the serge upon us. the roses wither long before the wassail is over, and there is no magic that will make them bloom again, for there is none that renews us--youth. the helots had their one short, joyous festival in their long year of labour; life may leave us ours. it will be surely to us, long before its close, a harder tyrant and a more remorseless taskmaster than ever was the lacedemonian to his bond-slaves,--bidding us make bricks without straw, breaking the bowed back, and leaving us as our sole chance of freedom the hour when we shall turn our faces to the wall--and die. * * * society, that smooth and sparkling sea, is excessively difficult to navigate; its surf looks no more than champagne foam, but a thousand quicksands and shoals lie beneath: there are breakers ahead for more than half the dainty pleasure-boats that skim their hour upon it; and the foundered lie by millions, forgotten, five fathoms deep below. the only safe ballast upon it is gold dust; and if stress of weather come on you, it will swallow you without remorse. trevenna had none of this ballast; he had come out to sea in as ticklish a cockle-shell as might be; he might go down any moment, and he carried no commission, being a sort of nameless, unchartered rover: yet float he did, securely. * * * corals, pink and delicate, rivet continents together; ivy tendrils, that a child may break, bold norman walls with bonds of iron; a little ring, a toy of gold, a jeweller's bagatelle, forges chains heavier than the galley-slave's: so a woman's look may fetter a lifetime. * * * he had passed through life having escaped singularly all the shadows that lie on it for most men; and he had, far more than most, what may be termed the faculty for happiness--a gift, in any temperament, whose wisdom and whose beauty the world too little recognises. * * * a temperament that is _never_ earnest is at times well-nigh as wearisome as a temperament that is never gay; there comes a time when, if you can never touch to any depth, the ceaseless froth and brightness of the surface will create a certain sense of impatience, a certain sense of want. * * * a straw misplaced will make us enemies; a millstone of benefits hung about his neck may fail to anchor down by us a single friend. we may lavish what we will--kindly thought, loyal service, untiring aid, and generous deed--and they are all but as oil to the burning, as fuel to the flame, when spent upon those who are jealous of us. * * * truth is a rough, honest, helter-skelter terrier, that none like to see brought into their drawing-rooms, throwing over all their dainty little ornaments, upsetting their choicest dresden, that nobody guessed was cracked till it fell with the mended side uppermost, and keeping every one in incessant tremor lest the next snap should be at their braids or their boots, of which neither the varnish nor the luxuriance will stand rough usage. * * * when will men learn to know that the power of genius, and the human shell in which it chances to be harboured, are as distinct as is the diamond from the quartz-bed in which they find it? * * * had he embraced dishonour, and accepted the rescue that a lie would have lent him, this misery in its greatest share had never been upon him. he would have come hither with riches about him, and the loveliness he had worshipped would have been his own beyond the touch of any rival's hand. choosing to cleave to the old creeds of his race, and passing, without a backward glance, into the paths of honour and of justice, it was thus with him now. verily, virtue must be her own reward, as in the socratic creed; for she will bring no other dower than peace of conscience in her gift to whosoever weds her. "i have loved justice, and fled from iniquity; wherefore here i die in exile," said hildebrand upon his death-bed. they will be the closing words of most lives that have followed truth. * * * there are liberties sweeter than love; there are goals higher than happiness. some memory of them stirred in him there, with the noiseless flow of the lingering water at his feet, and above the quiet of the stars; the thoughts of his youth came back to him, and his heart ached with their longing. out of the salt depths of their calamity men had gathered the heroisms of their future; out of the desert of their exile they had learned the power to return as conquerors. the greater things within him awakened from their lethargy; the innate strength so long untried, so long lulled to dreamy indolence and rest, uncoiled from its prostration; the force that would resist and, it might be, survive, slowly came upon him, with the taunts of his foe. it was possible that there was that still in him which might be grander and truer to the ambitions of his imaginative childhood under adversity, than in the voluptuous sweetness of his rich and careless life. it was possible, if--if he could once meet the fate he shuddered from, once look at the bitterness of the life that waited for him, and enter on its desolate and arid waste without going back to the closed gates of his forfeited paradise to stretch his limbs within their shadow once more ere he died. there is more courage needed oftentimes to accept the onward flow of existence, bitter as the waters of marah, black and narrow as the channel of jordan, than there is ever needed to bow down the neck to the sweep of the death-angel's sword. * * * he accepted the desolation of his life, for the sake of all beyond life, greater than life, which looked down on him from the silence of the night. * * * it was sunset in venice,--that supreme moment when the magical flush of light transfigures all, and wanderers whose eyes have long ached with the greyness and the glare of northward cities gaze and think themselves in heaven. the still waters of the lagunes, the marbles and the porphyry and the jasper of the mighty palaces, the soft grey of the ruins all covered with clinging green and the glowing blossoms of creepers, the hidden antique nooks where some woman's head leaned out of an arched casement, like a dream of the dandolo time when the adriatic swarmed with the returning galleys laden with byzantine spoil, the dim, mystic, majestic walls that towered above the gliding surface of the eternal water, once alive with flowers, and music, and the gleam of golden tresses, and the laughter of careless revellers in the venice of goldoni, in the venice of the past;--everywhere the sunset glowed with the marvel of its colour, with the wonder of its warmth. then a moment, and it was gone. night fell with the hushed shadowy stillness that belongs to venice alone; and in the place of the riot and luxuriance of colour there was the tremulous darkness of the young night, with the beat of an oar on the water, the scent of unclosing carnation-buds, the white gleam of moonlight, and the odour of lilies-of-the-valley blossoming in the dark archway of some mosaic-lined window. * * * the ruin that had stripped him of all else taught him to fathom the depths of his own attainments. he had in him the gifts of a goethe; but it was only under adversity that these reached their stature and bore their fruit. * * * the words were true. the bread of bitterness is the food on which men grow to their fullest stature; the waters of bitterness are the debatable ford through which they reach the shores of wisdom; the ashes boldly grasped and eaten without faltering are the price that must be paid for the golden fruit of knowledge. the swimmer cannot tell his strength till he has gone through the wild force of opposing waves; the great man cannot tell the might of his hand and the power of his resistance till he has wrestled with the angel of adversity, and held it close till it has blessed him. * * * the artist was true to his genius; he knew it a greater gift than happiness; and as his hands wandered by instinct over the familiar notes, the power of his kingdom came to him, the passion of his mistress was on him, and the grandeur of the melody swelled out to mingle with the night, divine as consolation, supreme as victory. * * * the man who puts chains on another's limbs is only one shade worse than he who puts fetters on another's free thoughts and on another's free conscience. * * * one fetter of tradition loosened, one web of superstition broken, one ray of light let in on darkness, one principle of liberty secured, are worth the living for, he mused. fame!--it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises. but to do something, however little, to free men from their chains, to aid something, however faintly, the rights of reason and of truth, to be unvanquished through all and against all, these may bring one nearer the pure ambitions of youth. happiness dies as age comes to us; it sets for ever, with the suns of early years: yet perhaps we may keep a higher thing beside which it holds but a brief loyalty, if to ourselves we can rest true, if for the liberty of the world we can do anything. * * * do not believe that happiness makes us selfish; it is a treason to the sweetest gift of life. it is when it has deserted us that it grows hard to keep all the better things in us from dying in the blight. * * * "coleridge cried, 'o god, how glorious it is to live!' renan asks, 'o god, when will it be worth while to live?' in nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker." * * * "yet you are greater than you were then," he said, slowly. "i know it,--i who am but a wine-cup rioter and love nothing but my summer-day fooling. you are greater; but the harvest you sow will only be reaped over your grave." "i should be content could i believe it would be reaped then." "be content then. you may be so." "god knows! do you not think marsy and delisle de sales and linguet believed, as they suffered in their dungeons for mere truth of speech, that the remembrance of future generations would solace them? bichât gave himself to premature death for science' sake; does the world once in a year speak his name? yet how near those men are to us, to be forgotten! a century, and history will scarce chronicle them." "then why give the wealth of your intellect to men?" "are there not higher things than present reward and the mere talk of tongues? the _monstrari digito_ were scarce a lofty goal. we may love truth and strive to serve her, disregarding what she brings us. those who need a bribe from her are not her true believers." philippe d'orvâle tossed his silvery hair from his eyes,--eyes of such sunny lustre still. "ay! and those who held that sublime code of yours, that cleaving to truth for truth's sake, where are they? how have they fared in every climate and in every age? stoned, crucified, burned, fettered, broken on the vast black granite mass of the blind multitude's brutality, of the priesthood's curse and craft!" "true! yet if through us, ever so slightly, the bondage of the creeds' traditions be loosened from the lives they stifle, and those multitudes--so weary, so feverish, so much more to be pitied than condemned--become less blind, less brute, the sacrifice is not in vain." "in your sense, no. but the world reels back again into darkness as soon as a hand has lifted it for a while into light. men hold themselves purified, civilised; a year of war,--and lust and bloodthirst rage untamed in all their barbarism; a taste of slaughter,--and they are wolves again! there was truth in the old feudal saying, 'oignez vilain, il vous poindra; poignez vilain, il vous oindra.' beat the multitudes you talk of with a despot's sword, and they will lick your feet; touch them with a christ-like pity, and they will nail you to the cross." there was terrible truth in the words: this man of princely blood, who disdained all sceptres and wanted nothing of the world, could look through and through it with his bold sunlit eyes, and see its rottenness to the core. chandos sighed as he heard. "you are right,--only too right. yet even while they crouch to the tyrant's sabre, how bitterly they need release! even while they crucify their teachers and their saviours, how little they know what they do! they may forsake themselves; but they should not be forsaken." philippe d'orvâle looked on him with a light soft as woman's tears in his eyes, and dashed his hand down on the alabaster. "chandos, you live twenty centuries too late. you would have been crowned in athens, and throned in asia. but here, as a saving grace, they will call you--'mad!'" "well, if they do? the title has its honours. it was hooted against solon and socrates." * * * "i would do all in the world to please _you_, monseigneur," he answered, sadly; "but i cannot change my nature. the little aziola loves the shade, and shrinks from noise and glare and all the ways of men; i am like it. you cannot make the aziola a bird for sunlight; you cannot make me as others are." chandos looked down on him with an almost tender compassion. to him, whose years were so rich in every pleasure and every delight that men can enjoy, the loneliness and pain of lulli's life, divorced from all the living world, made it a marvel profoundly melancholy, profoundly formed to claim the utmost gentleness and sympathy. "i would not have you as others are, lulli," he said, softly. "if in all the selfishness and pleasures of our world there were not some here and there to give their lives to high thoughts and to unselfish things, as you give yours, we should soon, i fear, forget that such existed. but for such recluse's devotion to an art as yours, the classics would have perished; without the cloister-penmen, the laws of science would never have broken the bondage of tradition." lulli looked up eagerly; then his head drooped again with the inexpressible weariness of that vain longing which "toils to reach the stars." "ah, what is the best that i reach?--the breath of the wind which passes, and sighs, and is heard no more." * * * "how crabbed a scroll!" he went on, throwing himself down a moment on the thyme and grass. "the characters must baffle even you; the years that have yellowed the vellum have altered the fashion. whose is it?" "an old elizabethan musician's," answered lulli, as he looked up. "yes; the years take all,--our youth, our work, our life, even our graves." something in his provençal cadence gave a rhythm to his simplest speech: the words fell sadly on his listener's ear, though on the sensuous luxuriance of his own existence no shadow ever rested, no skeleton ever crouched. "yes: the years take all," he said, with a certain sadness on him. "how many unperfected resolves, unachieved careers, unaccomplished ambitions, immatured discoveries, perish under the rapidity of time, as unripe fruits fall before their season! bichât died at thirty-one:--if he had lived, his name would now have outshone aristotle's." "we live too little time to do anything even for the art we give our life to," murmured lulli. "when we die, our work dies with us: our better self must perish with our bodies; the first change of fashion will sweep it into oblivion." "yet something may last of it," suggested chandos, while his hand wandered among the blue bells of the curling hyacinths. "because few save scholars read the '_defensio populi_' now, the work it did for free thought cannot die. none the less does the cathedral enrich cologne because the name of the man who begot its beauty has passed unrecorded. none the less is the world aided by the effort of every true and daring mind because the thinker himself has been crushed down in the rush of unthinking crowds." "no, if _it_ could live!" murmured lulli, softly, with a musing pain in the broken words. "but look! the scroll was as dear to its writer as his score to beethoven,--the child of his love, cradled in his thoughts night and day, cherished as never mother cherished her first-born, beloved as wife or mistress, son or daughter, never were. perhaps he denied himself much to give his time more to his labour; and when he died, lonely and in want, because he had pursued that for which men called him a dreamer, his latest thought was of the work which never could speak to others as it spoke to him, which he must die and leave, in anguish that none ever felt to sever from a human thing. yet what remains of his love and his toil? it is gone, as a laugh or a sob dies off the ear, leaving no echo behind. his name signed here tells nothing to the men for whom he laboured, adds nothing to the art for which he lived. as it is with him, so will it be with me." his voice, that had risen in sudden and untutored eloquence, sank suddenly into the sadness and the weariness of the man whose highest joy is but relief from pain; and in it was a keener pang still,--the grief of one who strives for what incessantly escapes him. "wait," said chandos, gently. "are we sure that nothing lives of the music you mourn? it may live on the lips of the people, in those old-world songs whose cause we cannot trace, yet which come sweet and fresh transmitted to every generation. how often we hear some nameless melody echo down a country-side! the singers cannot tell you whence it came; they only know their mothers sang it by their cradles, and they will sing it by their children's. but in the past the song had its birth in genius." guido lulli bent his head. "true: such an immortality were all-sufficient: we could well afford to have our names forgotten----" * * * "let that fellow alone, cos," laughed chandos, to avert the stormy element which seemed to threaten the serenity of his breakfast-party. "trevenna will beat us all with his tongue, if we tempt him to try conclusions. he should be a chancellor of the exchequer or a cheap john; i am not quite clear which as yet." "identically the same things!" cried trevenna. "the only difference is the scale they are on; one talks from the bench, and the other from the benches; one cheapens tins, and the other cheapens taxes; one has a salve for an incurable disease, and the other a salve for the national debt; one rounds his periods to put off a watch that won't go, and the other to cover a deficit that won't close; but they radically drive the same trade, and both are successful if the spavined mare trots out looking sound, and the people pay up. 'look what i save you,' cry cheap john and chancellor; and while they shout their economics, they pocket their shillings. ah, if i were sure i could bamboozle a village, i should know i was qualified to make up a budget." * * * "most impudent of men! when will you learn the first lesson of society, and decently and discreetly _apprendre à vous effacer_?" "_a m'effacer_? the advice lady harriet vandeleur gave cecil. very good for mediocre people, i dare say; but it wouldn't suit _me_. there are some people, you know, that won't iron down for the hardest rollers. _m'effacer_? no! i'd rather any day be an ill-bred originality than a well-bred nonentity." "then you succeed perfectly in being what you wish! don't you know, monsieur, that to set yourself against conventionalities is like talking too loud?--an impertinence and an under-breeding that society resents by exclusion." "yes, i know it. but a duke may bawl, and nobody shuts out _him_; a prince might hop on one leg, and everybody would begin to hop too. now, what the ducal lungs and the princely legs might do with impunity, i declare i've a right to do, if i like." "_bécasse_! no one can declare his rights till he can do much more, and--purchase them. have a million, and we may perhaps give you a little license to be unlike other persons: without the million it is an ill-bred _gaucherie_." "ah, i know! only a nobleman may be original; a poor penniless wretch upon town must be humbly and insignificantly commonplace. what a pity for the success of the aristocratic monopolists that nature puts clever fellows and fools just in the reverse order! but then nature's a shocking socialist." "and so are you." trevenna laughed. "hush, madame. pray don't destroy me with such a whisper." * * * talent wears well; genius wears itself out; talent drives a brougham in fact, genius a sun-chariot in fancy; talent keeps to earth and fattens there, genius soars to the empyrean, to get picked by every kite that flies; talent is the part and the venison, genius the seltzer and souffle of life. the man who has talent sails successfully on the top of the wave; the man with genius beats himself to pieces, fifty to one, on the first rock he meets. * * * one innocent may be wrongly suspected until he is made the thing that the libel called him. * * * men shut out happiness from their schemes for the world's happiness. they might as well try to bring flowers to bloom without the sun. * * * the most dastardly sin on earth is the desertion of the fallen. * * * let the world abandon you, but to yourself be true. * * * the bread of bitterness is the food on which men grow to their fullest stature. * * * youth without faith is a day without sun. * * * i detest posterity--every king hates his heir. * * * scandals are like dandelion seeds; they are arrow-headed and stick when they fall, and bring forth and multiply fourfold. * * * the puff perfect is the puff personal--adroitly masked. * * * i wear the bonnet rouge discreetly weighed down with a fine tassel of british prudence. * * * he was a master of the great art of banter. it is a marvellous force; it kills sanctity, unveils sophistry, travesties wisdom, cuts through the finest shield, and turns the noblest impulses to hopeless ridicule. * * * immortality is dull work--a hideous statue that gets black as soot in no time; funeral sermons that make you out a vial of revelations and discuss the probabilities of your being in the realms of satan; a bust that slants you off at the shoulders and sticks you up on a bracket; a tombstone for the canes of the curious to poke at; an occasional attention in the way of withered immortelles or biographical billingsgate, and a partial preservation shared in common with mummies, auks' eggs, snakes in bottles, and deformities in spirits of wine:--that's posthumous fame. i must say i don't see much fun in it. * * * it were hard not to be wrong in philosophies when the body starves on a pinch of oatmeal. it is the law of necessity, the balance of economy; human fuel must be used up that the machine of the world may spin on; but it is not, perhaps, marvellous that the living fuel is sometimes unreconciled to that symmetrical rule of waste and repair, of consumer and consumed. * * * it is many centuries since caius gracchus called the mercantile classes to aid the people against the patricians, and found too late that they were deadlier oppressors than all the optimates; but the error still goes on, and the moneymakers churn it into gold, as they churned it then into the asiatic revenues and the senatorial amulets. * * * the love of a people is the most sublime crown that can rest on the brow of any man, but the love of a mob is a mongrel that fawns and slavers one moment, to rend and tear the next. _folle-farine._ in this old-world district, amidst the pastures and corn-lands of normandy, superstition had taken a hold which the passage of centuries and the advent of revolution had done very little to lessen. few of the people could read, and fewer still could write. they knew nothing but what their priests and politicians told them to believe. they went to their beds with the poultry, and rose as the cock crew: they went to mass, as their ducks to the osier and weed ponds; and to the conscription as their lambs to the slaughter. they understood that there was a world beyond them, but they remembered it only as the best market for their fruit, their fowls, their lace, their skins. their brains were as dim as were their oil-lit streets at night; though their lives were content and mirthful, and for the most part pious. they went out into the summer meadows chanting aves, in seasons of drought to pray for rain on their parching orchards, in the same credulity with which they groped through the winter-fog bearing torches, and chanting dirges to gain a blessing at seed-time on their bleak, black fallows. the beauty and the faith of the old mediæval life were with them still; and with its beauty and its faith were its bigotry and cruelty likewise. they led simple and contented lives; for the most part honest, and amongst themselves cheerful and kindly: preserving much grace of colour, of costume, of idiosyncrasy, because apart from the hueless communism and characterless monotony of modern cities. but they believed in sorcery and in devilry: they were brutal to their beasts, and could be as brutal to their foes: they were steeped in legend and tradition from their cradles; and all the darkest superstitions of dead ages still found home and treasury in their hearts and at their hearths. they had always been a religious people in this birth country of the flamma race: the strong poetic reverence of their forefathers, which had symbolised itself in the carving of every lintel, corbel or buttress in their streets, and the fashion of every spire on which a weather-vane could gleam against the sun, was still in their blood; the poetry had departed, but the bigotry remained. * * * "the earth and the air are good," she thought, as she lay there watching the dark leaves sway in the foam and the wind, and the bright-bosomed birds float from blossom to blossom. for there was latent in her, all untaught, that old pantheistic instinct of the divine age, when the world was young, to behold a sentient consciousness in every leaf unfolded to the light; to see a soul in every created thing the day shines on; to feel the presence of an eternal life in every breeze that moves, in every grass that grows; in every flame that lifts itself to heaven; in every bell that vibrates on the air; in every moth that soars to reach the stars. pantheism is the religion of the poet; and nature had made her a poet, though man as yet had but made of her an outcast, a slave, and a beast of burden. "the earth and the air are good," she thought, watching the sun-rays pierce the purple hearts of a passion-flower, the shadows move across the deep brown water, the radiant butterfly alight upon a lily, the scarlet-throated birds dart in and out through the yellow feathery blossoms of the limes. * * * when a man clings to life for life's sake, because it is fair and sweet, and good in the sight and the senses, there may be weakness in his shudder at its threatening loss. but when a man is loth to lose life although it be hard, and joyless, and barren of all delights, because this life gives him power to accomplish things greater than he, which yet without him must perish, there is the strength in him, as there is the agony of prometheus. with him it must die also: that deep dim greatness within him, which moves him, despite himself; that nameless unspeakable force which compels him to create and to achieve; that vision by which he beholds worlds beyond him not seen by his fellows. weary of life he may be; of life material, and full of subtlety; of passion, of pleasure, of pain; of the kisses that burn, of the laugh that rings hollow, of the honey that so soon turns to gall, of the sickly fatigues, and the tired, cloyed hunger, that are the portion of men upon earth. weary of these he may be; but still if the gods have breathed on him, and made him mad with the madness that men have called genius, there will be that in him greater than himself, which he knows,--and cannot know without some fierce wrench and pang,--will be numbed and made impotent, and drift away, lost for evermore, into that eternal night, which is all that men behold of death. * * * the grass of the holy river gathers perfume from the marvellous suns, and the moonless nights, and the gorgeous bloom of the east, from the aromatic breath of the leopard, and the perfume of the fallen pomegranate, and the sacred oil that floats in the lamps, and the caress of the girl-bather's feet, and the myrrh-dropping unguents that glide from the maiden's bare limbs in the moonlight,--the grass holds and feeds on them all. but not till the grass has been torn from the roots, and been crushed, and been bruised and destroyed, can the full odours exhale of all it has tasted and treasured. even thus the imagination of man may be great, but it can never be at its greatest until one serpent, with merciless fangs, has bitten it through and through, and impregnated it with passion and with poison,--that one deathless serpent which is memory. * * * and, indeed, to those who are alive to the nameless, universal, eternal soul which breathes in all the grasses of the fields, and beams in the eyes of all creatures of earth and air, and throbs in the living light of palpitating stars, and thrills through the young sap of forest trees, and stirs in the strange loves of wind-borne plants, and hums in every song of the bee, and burns in every quiver of the flame, and peoples with sentient myriads every drop of dew that gathers on a hare-bell, every bead of water that ripples in a brook--to them the mortal life of man can seem but little, save at once the fiercest and the feeblest thing that does exist; at once the most cruel and the most impotent; tyrants of direst destruction, and bondsmen of lowest captivity. * * * the earth has always most charm, and least pain, to the poet or the artist when men are hidden away under their roofs. then they do not break its calm with either their mirth or their brutality; then the vile and revolting coarseness of their works, that blot it with so much deformity, is softened and obscured in the purple breaths of shadow, and the dim tender gleam of stars. * * * when the world was in its youth, it had leisure to treasure its recollections; even to pause and look back; to see what flower of a fair thought, what fruit of a noble art, it might have overlooked or left down-trodden. but now it is so old, and is so tired; it is purblind, and heavy of foot; it does not notice what it destroys; it desires rest and can find none; nothing can matter greatly to it; its dead are so many that it cannot count them; and being thus worn and dulled with age, and suffocated under the weight of its innumerable memories, it is very slow to be moved, and swift--terribly swift--to forget. why should it not be? it has known the best, it has known the worst that ever can befall it. and the prayer that to the heart of man seems so freshly born from his own desire, what is it on the weary ear of the world, save the same old, old cry which it has heard through all the ages, empty as the sound of the wind, and for ever--for ever--unanswered? * * * for there is nothing so cruel in life as a faith;--the faith, whatever its name may be, that draws a man on all his years through on one narrow path, by one tremulous light, and then at the last, with a laugh--drowns him. * * * i think i see!--the great god walked by the edge of the river, and he mused on a gift to give man, on a joy that should be a joy on the earth for ever; and he passed by the lily white as snow, by the thyme that fed the bees, by the gold heart in the arum flower, by the orange flame of the tall sandrush, by all the great water-blossoms which the sun kissed and the swallows loved, and he came to the one little reed pierced with the snake's-tongues, and all alone amidst millions. then he took it up, and cut it to the root, and killed it; killed it as a reed--but breathed into it a song audible and beautiful to all the ears of men. was that death to the reed?--or life? would a thousand summers of life by the waterside have been worth that one thrill of song when a god first spoke through it? * * * it is odd that you should live in a palace, and he should want for bread; but then he can create things, and you can only buy them. so it is even, perhaps. * * * a word that needs compelling is broken by the heart before the lips give it. it is to plant a tree without a root to put faith in a man that needs a bond. * * * "you are glad since you sing!" said the old man to her as she passed him again on her homeward way and paused again beside him. "the birds in cages sing," she answered him, "but think you they are glad?" "are they not?" she sat down a moment beside him, on the bank which was soft with moss, and odorous with wild flowers curling up the stems of the poplars and straying over into the corn beyond. "are they? look. yesterday i passed a cottage, it is on the great south road; far away from here. the house was empty; the people no doubt were gone to labour in the fields; there was a wicker cage hanging to the wall, and in the cage there was a blackbird. the sun beat on his head; his square of sod was a dry clod of bare earth; the heat had dried every drop of water in his pan; and yet the bird was singing. singing how? in torment, beating his breast against the bars till the blood started, crying to the skies to have mercy on him and to let the rain fall. his song was shrill; it had a scream in it; still he sang. do you say the merle was glad?" "what did you do?" asked the old man, still breaking his stones with a monotonous rise and fall of his hammer. "i took the cage down and opened the door." "and he?" "he shot up in the air first, then dropped down amidst the grasses, where a little brook which the drought had not dried was still running; and he bathed and drank, and bathed again, seeming mad with the joy of the water. when i lost him from sight he was swaying among the leaves on a bough over the river; but then he was silent." "and what do you mean by that?" her eyes clouded; she was mute. she vaguely knew the meaning it bore to herself, but it was beyond her to express it. all things of nature had voices and parables for her, because her fancy was vivid, and her mind was still too dark, and too profoundly ignorant, for her to be able to shape her thoughts into metaphor or deduction. the bird had spoken to her; by his silence as by his song; but what he had uttered she could not well utter again. save indeed that song was not gladness, and neither was silence pain. * * * "the future?" she said at last, "that means something that one has not, and that is to come--is it so?" "something that one never has, and that never comes," muttered the old man, wearily cracking the flints in two; "something that one possesses in one's sleep, and that is farther off each time that one awakes; and yet a thing that one sees always, sees even when one lies a dying they say--for men are fools." * * * in one of the most fertile and most fair districts of northern france there was a little norman town, very, very old, and beautiful exceedingly by reason of its ancient streets, its high peaked roofs, its marvellous galleries and carvings, its exquisite greys and browns, its silence and its colour, and its rich still life. its centre was a great cathedral, noble as york or chartres; a cathedral, whose spire shot to the clouds, and whose innumerable towers and pinnacles were all pierced to the day, so that the blue sky shone and the birds of the air flew all through them. a slow brown river, broad enough for market boats and for corn barges, stole through the place to the sea, lapping as it went the wooden piles of the houses, and reflecting the quaint shapes of the carvings, the hues of the signs and the draperies, the dark spaces of the dormer windows, the bright heads of some casement-cluster of carnations, the laughing face of a girl leaning out to smile on her lover. all around it lay the deep grass unshaven, the leagues on leagues of fruitful orchards, the low blue hills tenderly interlacing one another, the fields of colza, where the white head-dress of the women-workers flashed in the sun like a silvery pigeon's wing. to the west there were the deep green woods, and the wide plains golden with gorse of arthur's and of merlin's lands; and beyond, to the northward, was the dim stretch of the ocean breaking on a yellow shore, whither the river ran, and whither led straight shady roads, hidden with linden and with poplar trees, and marked ever and anon by a wayside wooden christ, or by a little murmuring well crowned with a crucifix. a beautiful, old, shadowy, ancient place: picturesque everywhere; often silent, with a sweet sad silence that was chiefly broken by the sound of bells or the chaunting of choristers. a place of the middle ages still. with lanterns swinging on cords from house to house as the only light; with wondrous scroll-works and quaint signs at the doors of all its traders; with monks' cowls and golden croziers and white-robed acolytes in its streets; with the subtle smoke of incense coming out from the cathedral door to mingle with the odours of the fruits and flowers in the market-place; with great flat-bottomed boats drifting down the river under the leaning eaves of its dwellings; and with the galleries of its opposing houses touching so nearly that a girl leaning in one could stretch a provence rose or toss an easter egg across to her neighbour in the other. doubtless there were often squalor, poverty, dust, filth, and uncomeliness within these old and beautiful homes. doubtless often the dwellers therein were housed like cattle and slept like pigs, and looked but once out to the woods and waters of the landscapes round for one hundred times that they looked at their hidden silver in an old delf jug, or at their tawdry coloured prints of st. victorian or st. scævola. but yet much of the beauty and the nobility of the old, simple, restful, rich-hued life of the past still abode there, and remained with them. in the straight, lithe form of their maidens, untrammelled by modern garb, and moving with the free majestic grace of forest does. in the vast, dim, sculptured chambers, where the grandam span by the wood fire, and the little children played in the shadows, and the lovers whispered in the embrasured window. in the broad market-place, where the mules cropped the clover, and the tawny awnings caught the sunlight, and the white caps of the girls framed faces fitted for the pencils of missal painters, and the flush of colour from mellow wall-fruits and grape-clusters glanced amidst the shelter of deepest, freshest green. in the perpetual presence of their cathedral, which, through sun and storm, through frost and summer, through noon and midnight, stood there amidst them, and watched the galled oxen tread their painful way, and the scourged mules droop their humble heads, and the helpless, harmless flocks go forth to the slaughter, and the old weary lives of the men and women pass through hunger and cold to the grave, and the sun and the moon rise and set, and the flowers and the children blossom and fade, and the endless years come and go, bringing peace, bringing war; bringing harvest, bringing famine; bringing life, bringing death; and, beholding these, still said to the multitude in its terrible irony, "lo! your god is love." this little town lay far from the great paris highway and all greatly frequented tracks. it was but a short distance from the coast, but near no harbour of greater extent than such as some small fishing village had made in the rocks for the trawlers. few strangers ever came to it, except some wandering painters or antiquaries. it sent its apples and eggs, its poultry and honey, its colza and corn to the use of the great cities; but it was rarely that any of its own people went thither. now and then some one of the oval-faced, blue-eyed, lithe-limbed maidens of its little homely households would sigh and flush and grow restless, and murmur of paris; and would steal out in the break of a warm grey morning whilst only the birds were still waking; and would patter away in her wooden shoes over the broad, white, southern road, with a stick over her shoulder, and a bundle of all her worldly goods upon the stick. and she would look back often, often, as she went; and when all was lost in the blue haze of distance save the lofty spire which she still saw through her tears, she would say in her heart, with her lips parched and trembling, "i will come back again. i will come back again." but none such ever did come back. they came back no more than did the white sweet sheaves of the lilies which the women gathered and sent to be bought and sold in the city--to gleam one faint summer night in a gilded balcony, and to be flung out the next morning, withered and dead. one amongst the few who had thus gone whither the lilies went, and of whom the people would still talk as their mules paced homewards through the lanes at twilight, had been reine flamma, the daughter of the miller of yprés. * * * "there are only two trades in a city," said the actors to her, with a smile as bitter as her own, "only two trades--to buy souls and to sell them. what business have you here, who do neither the one nor the other?" there was music still in this trampled reed of the river, into which the gods had once bidden the stray winds and the wandering waters breathe their melody; but there, in the press, the buyers and sellers only saw in it a frail thing of the sand and the stream, only made to be woven for barter, or bind together the sheaves of the roses of pleasure. * * * art was to him as mother, brethren, mistress, offspring, religion--all that other men hold dear. he had none of these, he desired none of them; and his genius sufficed to him in their stead. it was an intense and reckless egotism, made alike cruel and sublime by its intensity and purity, like the egotism of a mother in her child. to it, as the mother to her child, he would have sacrificed every living creature; but to it also, like her, he would have sacrificed his very existence as unhesitatingly. but it was an egotism which, though merciless in its tyranny, was as pure as snow in its impersonality; it was untainted by any grain of avarice, of vanity, of selfish desire; it was independent of all sympathy; it was simply and intensely the passion for immortality:--that sublime selfishness, that superb madness, of all great minds. art had taken him for its own, as demeter, in the days of her desolation, took the child demophoon to nurture him as her own on the food of gods, and to plunge him through the flames of a fire that would give him immortal life. as the pusillanimous and sordid fears of the mortal mother lost to the child for evermore the possession of olympian joys and of perpetual youth, so did the craven and earthly cares of bodily needs hold the artist back from the radiance of the life of the soul, and drag him from the purifying fires. yet he had not been utterly discouraged; he strove against the metanira of circumstance; he did his best to struggle free from the mortal bonds that bound him; and, as the child demophoon mourned for the great goddess that had nurtured him, refusing to be comforted, so did he turn from the base consolations of the senses and the appetites, and beheld ever before his sight the ineffable majesty of that mater dolorosa who once and for ever had anointed him as her own. * * * men did not believe in him; what he wrought saddened and terrified them; they turned aside to those who fed them on simpler and on sweeter food. his works were great, but they were such as the public mind deems impious. they unveiled human corruption too nakedly, and they shadowed forth visions too exalted, and satires too unsparing, for them to be acceptable to the multitude. they were compounded of an idealism clear and cold as crystal, and of a reality cruel and voluptuous as love. they were penetrated with an acrid satire and an intense despair: the world caring only for a honied falsehood and a gilded gloss in every art, would have none of them. * * * "see you--what he lacks is only the sinew that gold gives. what he has done is great. the world rightly seeing must fear it; and fear is the highest homage the world ever gives. but he is penniless; and he has many foes; and jealousy can with so much ease thrust aside the greatness which it fears into obscurity, when that greatness is marred by the failures and the feebleness of poverty. genius scorns the power of gold: it is wrong; gold is the war-scythe on its chariot, which mows down the millions of its foes and gives free passage to the sun-coursers with which it leaves those heavenly fields of light for the gross battle-fields of earth." * * * it is true that the great artist is as a fallen god who remembers a time when worlds arose at his breath, and at his bidding the barren lands blossomed into fruitfulness; the sorcery of the thyrsus is still his, though weakened. the powers of lost dominions haunt his memory; the remembered glory of an eternal sun is in his eyes, and makes the light of common day seem darkness; the heart sickness of a long exile weighs on him; incessantly he labours to overtake the mirage of a loveliness which fades as he pursues it. in the poetic creation by which the bondage of his material life is redeemed, he finds at once ecstasy and disgust, because he feels at once his strength and weakness. for him all things of earth and air, and sea and cloud, have beauty; and to his ear all voices of the forest land and water world are audible. he is as a god, since he can call into palpable shape dreams born of impalpable thought; as a god, since he has known the truth divested of lies, and has stood face to face with it, and been not afraid; a god thus. but a cripple inasmuch as his hand can never fashion the shapes that his vision beholds; an alien because he has lost what he never will find upon earth; a beast, since ever and again his passions will drag him to wallow in the filth of sensual indulgence; a slave, since oftentimes the divinity that is in him breaks and bends under the devilry that also is in him, and he obeys the instincts of vileness, and when he would fain bless the nations he curses them. * * * "i do not know," she said, wearily afresh. "marcellin says that every god is deaf. he must be deaf--or very cruel. look; everything lives in pain; and yet no god pities and makes an end of the earth. i would--if i were he. look--at dawn, the other day, i was out in the wood. i came upon a little rabbit in a trap; a little, pretty, soft black-and-white thing, quite young. it was screaming in its horrible misery; it had been screaming all night. its thighs were broken in the iron teeth; the trap held it tight; it could not escape, it could only scream--scream--scream. all in vain. when i had set it free it was mangled as if a wolf had gnawed it; the iron teeth had bitten through the fur, and the flesh, and the bone; it had lost so much blood, and it was in so much pain, that it could not live. i laid it down in the bracken, and put water to its mouth, and did what i could; but it was of no use. it had been too much hurt. it died as the sun rose; a little, harmless, shy, happy thing, you know, that never killed any creature, and only asked to nibble a leaf or two, or sleep in a little round hole, and run about merry and free. how can one care for a god since he lets these things be?" arslàn smiled as he heard. "child,--men care for a god only as a god means a good to them. men are heirs of heaven, they say; and, in right of their heritage, they make life hell to every living thing that dares dispute the world with them. you do not understand that,--tut! you are not human then. if you were human, you would begrudge a blade of grass to a rabbit, and arrogate to yourself a lease of immortality." * * * "of a winter night," she said, slowly, "i have heard old pitchou read aloud to flamma, and she reads of their god, the one they hang everywhere on the crosses here; and the story ran that the populace scourged and nailed to death the one whom they knew afterwards, when too late, to have been the great man that they looked for, and that, being bidden to make their choice of one to save, they chose to ransom and honour a thief: one called barabbas. is it true?--if the world's choice were wrong once, why not twice?" arslàn smiled; the smile she knew so well, and which had no more warmth than the ice floes of his native seas. "why not twice? why not a thousand times? a thief has the world's sympathies always. it is always the barabbas--the trickster in talent, the forger of stolen wisdom, the bravo of political crime, the huckster of plundered thoughts, the charlatan of false art, whom the vox populi elects and sets free, and sends on his way rejoicing. 'will ye have christ or barabbas?' every generation is asked the same question, and every generation gives the same answer; and scourges the divinity out of its midst, and finds its idol in brute force and low greed." she only dimly comprehended, not well knowing why her words had thus roused him. she pondered awhile, then her face cleared. "but the end?" she asked. "the dead god is the god of all these people round us now, and they have built great places in his honour, and they bow when they pass his likeness in the highway or the market-place. but with barabbas--what was the end? it seems that they loathe and despise him?" arslàn laughed a little. "his end? in syria may be the vultures picked his bones, where they lay whitening on the plains--those times were primitive, the world was young. but in our day barabbas lives and dies in honour, and has a tomb that stares all men in the face, setting forth his virtues, so that all who run may read. in our day barabbas--the barabbas of money-greeds and delicate cunning, and the theft which has risen to science, and the assassination that kills souls and not bodies, and the crime that deals moral death and not material death--our barabbas, who is crowned fraud in the place of mailed force, lives always in purple and fine linen, and ends in the odours of sanctity with the prayers of priests over his corpse." he spoke with a certain fierce passion that rose in him whenever he thought of that world which had rejected him, and had accepted so many others, weaker in brain and nerve, but stronger in one sense, because more dishonest; and as he spoke he went straight to a wall on his right, where a great sea of grey paper was stretched, untouched and ready to his hand. she would have spoken, but he made a motion to silence. "hush! be quiet," he said to her, almost harshly, "i have thought of something." and he took the charcoal and swept rapidly with it over the dull blank surface till the vacancy glowed with life. a thought had kindled in him; a vision had arisen before him. the scene around him vanished utterly from his sight. the grey stone walls, the square windows through which the fading sun-rays fell; the level pastures and sullen streams, and paled skies without, all faded away as though they had existed only in a dream. all the empty space about him became peopled with many human shapes that for him had breath and being, though no other eye could have beheld them. the old syrian world of eighteen hundred years before arose and glowed before him. the things of his own life died away, and in their stead he saw the fierce flame of eastern suns, the gleaming range of marble palaces, the purple flush of pomegranate flowers, the deep colour of oriental robes, the soft silver of hills olive crested, the tumult of a city at high festival. and he could not rest until all he thus saw in his vision he had rendered as far as his hand could render it; and what he drew was this. a great thirsty, heated, seething crowd; a crowd that had manhood and womanhood, age and infancy, youths and maidens within its ranks; a crowd in whose faces every animal lust and every human passion were let loose; a crowd on which a noon sun without shadow streamed; a sun which parched and festered and engendered all corruption in the land on which it looked. this crowd was in a city, a city on whose flat roofs the myrtle and the cistus bloomed; above whose walls the plumes of olives waved; upon whose distant slopes the darkling cedar groves rose straight against the sky, and on whose lofty temple plates of gold glistened against the shining heavens. this crowd had scourges, and stones, and goads in their hands; and in their midst they led one clothed in white, whose head was thorn-crowned, and whose eyes were filled with a god's pity and a man's reproach; and him they stoned, and lashed, and hooted. and triumphant in the throng, whose choice he was, seated aloft upon men's shoulders, with a purple robe thrown on his shoulders, there sat a brawny, grinning, bloated, jibbering thing, with curled lips and savage eyes, and satyr's leer: the creature of greed, of lust, of obscenity, of brutality, of avarice, of desire. this thing the people followed, rejoicing exceedingly, content in the guide whom they had chosen, victorious in the fiend for whom they spurned a deity; crying, with wide open throats and brazen lungs,--"barabbas!" there was not a form in all this close-packed throng which had not a terrible irony in it, which was not in itself a symbol of some appetite or of some vice, for which women and men abjure the godhead in them. a gorged drunkard lay asleep with his amphora broken beneath him, the stream of the purple wine lapped eagerly by ragged children. a money-changer had left the receipt of custom, eager to watch and shout, and a thief clutched both hands full of the forsaken coins and fled. a miser had dropped a bag of gold, and stopped to catch at all the rolling pieces, regardless in his greed how the crowd trampled and trod on him. a mother chid and struck her little brown curly child, because he stretched his arms and turned his face towards the thorn-crowned captive. a priest of the temple, with a blood-stained knife thrust in his girdle, dragged beside him, by the throat, a little tender lamb doomed for the sacrifice. a dancing woman with jewels in her ears, and half naked to the waist, sounding the brazen cymbals above her head, drew a score of youths after her in barabbas' train. on one of the flat roof tops, reclining on purple and fine linen, looking down on the street below from the thick foliage of her citron boughs and her red syrian roses, was an egyptian wanton; and leaning beside her, tossing golden apples in her bosom, was a young centurion of the roman guard, languid and laughing, with his fair chest bare to the heat, and his armour flung in a pile beside him. and thus, in like manner, every figure bore its parable; and above all was the hard, hot, cruel, cloudless sky of blue, without one faintest mist to break its horrible serenity, whilst high in the azure ether and against the sun, an eagle and a vulture fought, locked close, and tearing at each other's breasts. six nights this conception occupied him. his days were not his own, he spent them in a rough mechanical labour which his strength executed while his mind was far away from it; but the nights were all his, and at the end of the sixth night the thing arose, perfect as far as his hand could perfect it; begotten by a chance and ignorant word as have been many of the greatest works the world has seen;--oaks sprung from the acorn that a careless child has let fall. when he had finished it his arm dropped to his side, he stood motionless; the red glow of the dawn lighting the depths of his sleepless eyes. * * * it was a level green silent country which was round her, with little loveliness and little colour; but as she went she laughed incessantly in the delirious gladness of her liberty. she tossed her head back to watch the flight of a single swallow; she caught a handful of green leaves and buried her face in them. she listened in a very agony of memory to the rippling moisture of a little brook. she followed with her eyes the sweeping vapours of the rain-clouds, and when a west wind rose and blew a cluster of loose apple blossoms between her eyes--she could no longer bear the passionate pain of all the long-lost sweetness, but flinging herself downward, sobbed with the ecstasy of an exile's memories. the hell in which she had dwelt had denied them to her for so long. "ah god!" she thought, "i know now--one cannot be utterly wretched whilst one has still the air and the light and the winds of the sky." and she arose, calmer, and went on her way; wondering, even in that hour, why men and women trod the daily measures of their lives with their eyes downward and their ears choked with the dust; hearkening so little to the sound of the breeze in the grasses, looking so little to the passage of the clouds against the sun. * * * the ground ascended as it stretched seaward, but on it there were only wide dull fields of colza or of grass lying, sickly and burning, under the fire of the late afternoon sun. the slope was too gradual to break their monotony. above them was the cloudless weary blue; below them was the faint parched green; other colour there was none; one little dusky panting bird flew by pursued by a kite; that was the only change. she asked him no questions; she walked mutely and patiently by his side; she hated the dull heat, the colourless waste, the hard scorch of the air, the dreary changelessness of the scene. but she did not say so. he had chosen to come to them. a league onward the fields were merged into a heath, uncultivated and covered with short prickly furze; on the brown earth between the stunted bushes a few goats were cropping the burnt-up grasses. here the slope grew sharper, and the earth seemed to rise up between the sky and them, steep and barren as a house-roof. once he asked her-- "are you tired?" she shook her head. her feet ached, and her heart throbbed; her limbs were heavy like lead in the heat and the toil. but she did not tell him so. she would have dropped dead from exhaustion rather than have confessed to him any weakness. he took the denial as it was given, and pressed onward up the ascent. the sun was slanting towards the west; the skies seemed like brass; the air was sharp, yet scorching; the dull brown earth still rose up before them like a wall; they climbed it slowly and painfully, their hands and their teeth filled with its dust, which drifted in a cloud before them. he bade her close her eyes, and she obeyed him. he stretched his arm out and drew her after him up the ascent, which was slippery from drought and prickly from the stunted growth of furze. on the summit he stood still and released her. "now look." she opened her eyes with the startled, half-questioning stare of one led out from utter darkness into a full and sudden light. then, with a great cry, she sank down on the rock, trembling, weeping, laughing, stretching out her arms to the new glory that met her sight, dumb with its grandeur, delirious with its delight. for what she saw was the sea. before her dazzled sight all its beauty stretched, the blueness of the waters meeting the blueness of the skies; radiant with all the marvels of its countless hues; softly stirred by a low wind that sighed across it; bathed in a glow of gold that streamed on it from the westward; rolling from north to south in slow, sonorous measure, filling the silent air with the ceaseless melody of its wondrous voice. the lustre of the sunset beamed upon it; the cool fresh smell of its waters shot like new life through all the scorch and stupor of the day; its white foam curled and broke on the brown curving rocks and wooded inlets of the shores; innumerable birds, that gleamed like silver, floated or flew above its surface; all was still, still as death, save only for the endless movement of those white swift wings and the murmur of the waves, in which all meaner and harsher sounds of earth seemed lost and hushed to slumber and to silence. the sea alone reigned, as it reigned in the young years of the earth when men were not; as, may be, it will be its turn to reign again in the years to come, when men and all their works shall have passed away and be no more seen nor any more remembered. arslàn watched her in silence. he was glad that it should awe and move her thus. the sea was the only thing for which he cared, or which had any power over him. in the northern winters of his youth he had known the ocean, in one wild night's work, undo all that men had done to check and rule it, and burst through all the barriers that they had raised against it, and throw down the stones of the altar and quench the fires of the hearth, and sweep through the fold and the byre, and flood the cradle of the child and the grave of the grandsire. he had seen its storms wash away at one blow the corn harvests of years, and gather in the sheep from the hills, and take the life of the shepherd with the life of the flock. he had seen it claim lovers locked in each other's arms, and toss the fair curls of the first-born as it tossed the riband weeds of its deeps. and he had felt small pity; it had rather given him a certain sense of rejoicing and triumph to see the water laugh to scorn those who were so wise in their own conceit, and bind beneath its chains those who held themselves masters over all beasts of the field and birds of the air. other men dreaded the sea and cursed it; but he in his way loved it almost with passion, and could he have chosen the manner of his death would have desired that it should be by the sea and through the sea; a death cold and serene and dreamily voluptuous: a death on which no woman should look and in which no man should have share. he watched her now for some time without speaking. when the first paroxysm of her emotion had exhausted itself, she stood motionless, her figure like a statue of bronze against the sun, her head sunk upon her breast, her arms outstretched as though beseeching that wondrous brightness which she saw to take her to itself and make her one with it. her whole attitude expressed an unutterable worship. she was like one who for the first time hears of god. "what is it you feel?" he asked her suddenly. he knew without asking; but he had made it his custom to dissect all her joys and sufferings with little heed whether he thus added to either. at the sound of his voice she started, and a shiver shook her as she answered him slowly, without withdrawing her gaze from the waters. "it has been there always--always--so near me?" "before the land, the sea was." "and i never knew!"-- her head drooped on her breast; great tears rolled silently down her cheeks; her arms fell to her sides; she shivered again and sighed. she knew all that she had lost--this is the greatest grief that life holds. "you never knew," he made answer. "there was only a sand-hill between you and all this glory; but the sand-hill was enough. many people never climb theirs all their lives long." the words and their meaning escaped her. she had for once no remembrance of him, nor any other sense save of this surpassing wonder that had thus burst on her--this miracle that had been near her for so long, yet of which she had never in all her visions dreamed. she was quite silent; sunk there on her knees, motionless, and gazing straight, with eyes unblenching, at the light. there was no sound near them, nor was there anything in sight except where above against the deepest azure of the sky two curlews were circling around each other, and in the distance a single ship was gliding, with sails silvered by the sun. all signs of human life lay far behind; severed from them by those steep scorched slopes swept only by the plovers and the bees. and all the while she looked slow tears gathered in her eyes and fell, and the loud hard beating of her heart was audible in the hushed stillness of the upper air. he waited awhile: then he spoke to her. "since it pains you, come away." a great sob shuddered through her. "give me that pain," she muttered, "sooner than any joy. pain? pain?--it is life, heaven--liberty!" for suddenly those words which she had heard spoken around her, and which had been to her like the mutterings of the deaf and the dumb, became real to her with thousand meanings. the seagulls were lost in the heights of the air; the ship sailed on into the light till the last gleam of its canvas vanished; the sun sank westward lower and lower till it glowed in a globe of flame upon the edge of the water: she never moved; standing there on the summit of the cliff, with her head drooped upon her breast, her form thrown out dark and motionless against the gold of the western sky, on her face still that look of one who worships with intense honour and passionate faith an unknown god. the sun sank entirely, leaving only a trail of flame across the heavens; the waters grew grey and purple in the shadows; one boat, black against the crimson reflections of the west, swept on swiftly with the in-rushing tide; the wind rose and blew long curls of seaweed on the rocks; the shores of the bay were dimmed in a heavy mist, through which the lights of the little hamlets dimly glowed, and the distant voices of fishermen calling to each other as they drew in their deep-sea nets came faint and weirdlike. * * * what she wanted was to live. live as the great moor bird did that she had seen float one day over these pale, pure, blue skies, with its mighty wings outstretched in the calm grey weather; which came none knew whence, and which went none knew whither; which poised silent and stirless against the clouds; then called with a sweet wild love-note to its mate, and waited for him as he sailed in from the misty shadows where the sea lay; and with him rose yet higher and higher in the air; and passed westward, cleaving the fields of light, and so vanished;--a queen of the wind, a daughter of the sun; a creature of freedom, of victory, of tireless movement, and of boundless space, a thing of heaven and of liberty. * * * in the springtime of the year three gods watched by the river. the golden flowers of the willows blew in the low winds; the waters came and went; the moon rose full and cold over a silvery stream; the reeds sighed in the silence. two winters had drifted by and one hot drowsy summer since their creator had forsaken them, and all the white still shapes upon the walls already had been slain by the cold breath of time. the green weeds waved in the empty casements; the chance-sown seeds of thistles and of bell-flowers were taking leaf between the square stones of the paven places; on the deserted threshold lichens and brambles climbed together; the filmy ooze of a rank vegetation stole over the loveliness of persephone and devoured one by one the divine offspring of zeus; about the feet of the bound sun king in pheroe and over the calm serene mockery of hermes' smile the grey nets of the spiders' webs had been woven to and fro, across and across, with the lacing of a million threads, as fate weaves round the limbs and covers the eyes of mortals as they stumble blindly from their birthplace to their grave. all things, the damp and the dust, the frost and the scorch, the newts and the rats, the fret of the flooded waters, and the stealing sure inroad of the mosses that everywhere grew from the dews and the fogs, had taken and eaten, in hunger or sport, or had touched, and thieved from, then left, gangrened and ruined. the three gods alone remained; who being the sons of eternal night, are unharmed, unaltered, by any passage of the years of earth. the only gods who never bend beneath the yoke of years; but unblenchingly behold the nations wither as uncounted leaves, and the lands and the seas change their places, and the cities and the empires pass away as a tale that is told; and the deities that are worshipped in the temples alter in name and attributes and cultus, at the wanton will of the age which begot them. in the still, cold, moonlit air their shadows stood together. hand in hand; looking outward through the white night-mists. other gods perished with the faith of each age as it changed; other gods lived by the breath of men's lips, the tears of prayer, the smoke of sacrifice. but they,--their empire was the universe. in every young soul that leaps into the light of life rejoicing blindly, oneiros has dominion; and he alone. in every creature that breathes, from the conqueror resting on a field of blood to the nest bird cradled in its bed of leaves, hypnos holds a sovereignty which nothing mortal can long resist and live. and thanatos,--to him belongs every created thing, past, present, and to come; beneath his feet all generations lie; and in the hollow of his hand he holds the worlds; though the earth be tenantless, and the heavens sunless, and the planets shrivel in their courses, and the universe be shrouded in an endless night, yet through the eternal desolation thanatos still will reign, and through the eternal darkness, through the immeasurable solitudes, he alone will wander, and he still behold his work. deathless as themselves their shadows stood; and the worm and the lizard and the newt left them alone and dared not wind about their calm clear brows, and dared not steal to touch the roses at their lips, knowing that ere the birth of the worlds these were, and when the worlds shall have perished these still will reign on:--the slow, sure, soundless, changeless ministers of an eternal rest, of an eternal oblivion. a late light strayed in from the grey skies, pale as the primrose flowers that grew amongst the reeds upon the shore; and found its way to them, trembling; and shone in the far-seeing depths of their unfathomable eyes. the eyes which spake and said: "sleep, dreams, and death:--we are the only gods that answer prayer." * * * night had come; a dark night of earliest spring. the wild day had sobbed itself to sleep after a restless life with fitful breath of storm and many sighs of shuddering breezes. the sun had sunk, leaving long tracks of blood-red light across one-half the heavens. there was a sharp crisp coldness as of lingering frost in the gloom and the dulness. heavy clouds, as yet unbroken, hung over the cathedral and the clustering roofs around it in dark and starless splendour. over the great still plains which stretched eastward and southward, black with the furrows of the scarce-budded corn, the wind blew hard; blowing the river and the many streamlets spreading from it into foam; driving the wintry leaves which still strewed the earth thickly, hither and thither in legions; breaking boughs that had weathered the winter hurricanes, and scattering the tender blossoms of the snowdrops and the earliest crocuses in all the little moss-grown garden ways. the smell of wet grass, of the wood-born violets, of trees whose new life was waking in their veins, of damp earths turned freshly upwards by the plough, were all blown together by the riotous breezes. now and then a light gleamed through the gloom where a little peasant boy lighted home with a torch some old priest on his mule, or a boat went down the waters with a lamp hung at its prow. for it grew dark early, and people used to the river read a threat of a flood on its face. a dim glow from the west, which was still tinged with the fire of the sunset, fell through a great square window set in a stone building, and striking across the sicklier rays of an oil lamp reached the opposing wall within. it was a wall of grey stone, dead and lustreless like the wall of a prison-house, over whose surface a spider as colourless as itself dragged slowly its crooked hairy limbs loaded with the moisture of the place, which was an old tower, of which the country folk told strange tales, where it stood among the rushes on the left bank of the stream. a man watched the spider as it went. it crept on its heavy way across the faint crimson reflection from the glow of the sunken sun. it was fat, well-nourished, lazy, content; its home of dusky silver hung on high, where its pleasure lay in weaving, clinging, hoarding, breeding. it lived in the dark; it had neither pity nor regret; it troubled itself neither for the death it dealt to nourish itself, nor for the light without, into which it never wandered; it spun and throve and multiplied. it was an emblem of the man who is wise in his generation; of the man whom cato the elder deemed divine; of the majority and the mediocrity who rule over the earth and enjoy its fruits. this man knew that it was wise; that those who were like to it were wise also: wise with the holy wisdom which is honoured of other men. he had been unwise--always; and therefore he stood watching the sun die, with hunger in his soul, with famine in his body. for many months he had been half famished, as were the wolves in his own northern mountains in the winter solstice. for seven days he had only been able to crush a crust of hard black bread between his teeth. for twenty hours he had not done even so much as this. the trencher on his tressel was empty; and he had not wherewithal to re-fill it. he might have found some to fill it for him no doubt. he lived amidst the poor, and the poor to the poor are good, though they are bad and bitter to the rich. but he did not open either his lips or his hand. he consumed his heart in silence; and his vitals preyed in anguish on themselves without his yielding to their torments. he was a madman; and cato, who measured the godliness of man by what they gained, would have held him accursed;--the madness that starves and is silent for an idea is an insanity, scouted by the world and the gods. for it is an insanity unfruitful; except to the future. and for the future who cares,--save these madmen themselves? he watched the spider as it went. it could not speak to him as its fellow once spoke in the old scottish story. to hear as that captive heard, the hearer must have hope, and a kingdom,--if only in dreams. this man had no hope; he had a kingdom indeed, but it was not of earth; and, in an hour of sheer cruel bodily pain, earth alone has dominion and power and worth. the spider crawled across the grey wall; across the glow from the vanished sun; across a coil of a dead passion-vine, that strayed loose through the floor; across the classic shapes of a great cartoon drawn in chalks upon the dull rugged surface of stone. nothing arrested it; nothing retarded it, as nothing hastened it. it moved slowly on; fat, lustreless, indolent, hueless; reached at length its den, and there squatted aloft, loving the darkness; its young swarming around, its prey held in its forceps, its nets cast about. through the open casement there came on the rising wind of the storm, in the light of the last lingering sunbeam, a beautiful night-moth, begotten by some cruel hot-house heat in the bosom of some frail exiled tropical flower. it swam in on trembling pinions, and alighted on the golden head of a gathered crocus that lay dying on the stones--a moth that should have been born to no world save that of the summer world of a midsummer night's dream. a shape of ariel and oberon; slender, silver, purple, roseate, lustrous-eyed, and gossamer-winged. a creature of woodland waters, and blossoming forests; of the yellow chalices of kingcups and the white breasts of river lilies, of moonbeams that strayed through a summer world of shadows, and dew-drops that glistened in the deep folded hearts of roses. a creature to brush the dreaming eyes of a poet, to nestle on the bosom of a young girl sleeping: to float earthwards on a falling star, to slumber on a lotus leaf. a creature that amidst the still soft hush of woods and waters still tells, to those who listen, of the world when the world was young. the moth flew on, and poised on the fading crocus leaves, which spread out their pale gold on the level of the grey floor. it was weary, and its delicate wings drooped; it was storm-tossed, wind-beaten, drenched with mist and frozen with the cold; it belonged to the moon, to the dew, to the lilies, to the forget-me-nots, and to the night; and it found that the hard grip of winter had seized it whilst yet it had thought that the stars and the summer were with it. it lived before its time,--and it was like the human soul, which being born in the darkness of the world dares to dream of light, and, wandering in vain search of a sun that will never rise, falls and perishes in wretchedness. it was beautiful exceedingly, with the brilliant tropical beauty of a life that is short-lived. it rested a moment on the stem of the pale flower, then with its radiant eyes fastened on the point of light which the lamp thrust upward, it flew on high; and, spreading out its transparent wings and floating to the flame, kissed it, quivered once, and died. there fell among the dust and cinder of the lamp a little heap of shrunken, fire-scorched, blackened ashes. the wind whirled them upward from their rest, and drove them forth into the night to mingle with the storm-scourged grasses, the pale dead violets, the withered snow-flowers, with all things frost-touched and forgotten. the spider sat aloft, sucking the juices from the fettered flies, teaching its spawn to prey and feed; content in squalor and in plenitude; in sensual sloth, and in the increase of its body and its hoard. he watched them both: the success of the spider, the death of the moth; trite as a fable; ever repeated as the tides of the sea; the two symbols of humanity; of the life which fattens on greed and gain, and the life which perishes of divine desire. * * * there were no rare birds, no birds of moor and mountain, in that cultivated and populous district; but to her all the little home-bred things of pasture and orchard were full of poetry and of character. the robins, with that pretty air of boldness with which they veil their real shyness and timidity; the strong and saucy sparrows, powerful by the strength of all mediocrities and majorities; all the dainty families of finches in their gay apparellings; the plain brown bird that filled the night with music; the gorgeous oriole ruffling in gold, the gilded princeling of them all; the little blue warblers, the violets of the air; the kingfishers who had hovered so long over the forget-me-nots upon the rivers that they had caught the colours of the flowers on their wings; the bright blackcaps green as the leaves, with their yellow waistcoats and velvet hoods, the innocent freebooters of the woodland liberties: all these were her friends and lovers, various as any human crowds of court or city. she loved them; they and the fourfooted beasts were the sole things that did not flee from her; and the woeful and mad slaughter of them by the peasants was to her a grief passionate in its despair. she did not reason on what she felt; but to her a bird slain was a trust betrayed, an innocence defiled, a creature of heaven struck to earth. suddenly on the silence of the garden there was a little shrill sound of pain; the birds flew high in air, screaming and startled; the leaves of a bough of ivy shook as with a struggle. she rose and looked; a line of twine was trembling against the foliage; in its noosed end the throat of the mavis had been caught; it hung trembling and clutching at the air convulsively with its little drawn-up feet. it had flown into the trap as it had ended its joyous song and soared up to join its brethren. there were a score of such traps set in the miller's garden. she unloosed the cord from about its tiny neck, set it free, and laid it down upon the ivy. the succour came too late; the little gentle body was already without breath; the feet had ceased to beat the air; the small soft head had drooped feebly on one side; the lifeless eyes had started from their sockets; the throat was without song for evermore. "the earth would be good but for men," she thought, as she stood with the little dead bird in her hand. its mate, which was poised on a rose bough, flew straight to it, and curled round and round about the small slain body, and piteously bewailed its fate, and mourned, refusing to be comforted, agitating the air with trembling wings, and giving out vain cries of grief. vain; for the little joyous life was gone; the life that asked only of god and man a home in the green leaves; a drop of dew from the cup of a rose; a bough to swing on in the sunlight; a summer day to celebrate in song. all the winter through, it had borne cold and hunger and pain without lament; it had saved the soil from destroying larvæ, and purified the trees from all foul germs; it had built its little home unaided, and had fed its nestlings without alms; it had given its sweet song lavishly to the winds, to the blossoms, to the empty air, to the deaf ears of men; and now it lay dead in its innocence; trapped and slain because a human greed begrudged it a berry worth the thousandth part of a copper coin. out from the porch of the mill-house claudis flamma came, with a knife in his hand and a basket, to cut lilies for one of the choristers of the cathedral, since the morrow would be the religious feast of the visitation of mary. he saw the dead thrush in her hand, and chuckled to himself as he went by. "the tenth bird trapped since sunrise," he said, thinking how shrewd and how sure in their make were these traps of twine that he set in the grass and the leaves. she said nothing; but the darkness of disgust swept over her face, as he came in sight in the distance. she knelt down and scraped a hole in the earth; and laid moss in it, and put the mavis softly on its green and fragrant bier, and covered it with handfuls of fallen rose leaves, and with a sprig or two of thyme. around her head the widowed thrush flew ceaselessly, uttering sad cries;--who now should wander with him through the sunlight?--who now should rove with him above the blossoming fields?--who now should sit with him beneath the boughs hearing the sweet rain fall between the leaves?--who now should wake with him whilst yet the world was dark, to feel the dawn break ere the east were red, and sing a welcome to the unborn day? * * * and, indeed, to those who are alive to the nameless, universal, eternal soul which breathes in all the grasses of the fields, and beams in the eyes of all creatures of earth and air, and throbs in the living light of palpitating stars, and thrills through the young sap of forest trees, and stirs in the strange loves of wind-borne plants, and hums in every song of the bee, and burns in every quiver of the flame, and peoples with sentient myriads every drop of dew that gathers on a harebell, every bead of water that ripples in a brook--to these the mortal life of man can seem but little, save at once the fiercest and the feeblest thing that does exist; at once the most cruel and the most impotent; tyrant of direst destruction and bondsman of lowest captivity. hence, pity entered very little into his thoughts at any time; the perpetual torture of life did indeed perplex him, as it perplexes every thinking creature, with wonder at the universal bitterness that taints all creation, at the universal death whereby all forms of life are nurtured, at the universal anguish of all existence which daily and nightly assails the unknown god in piteous protest at the inexorable laws of inexplicable miseries and mysteries. but because such suffering was thus universal, therefore he almost ceased to feel pity for it; of the two he pitied the beasts far more than the human kind:--the horse staggering beneath the lash in all the feebleness of hunger, lameness, and old age; the ox bleeding from the goad on the hard furrows, or stumbling through the hooting crowd, blind, footsore, and shivering, to its last home in the slaughter-house; the dog, yielding up its noble life inch by inch under the tortures of the knife, loyally licking the hand of the vivisector while he drove his probe through its quivering nerves; the unutterable hell in which all these gentle, kindly, and long-suffering creatures dwelt for the pleasure or the vanity, the avarice or the brutality of men,--these he pitied perpetually, with a tenderness for them that was the softest thing in all his nature. * * * "there lived once in the east, a great king; he dwelt far away, amongst the fragrant fields of roses, and in the light of suns that never set. "he was young, he was beloved, he was fair of face and form; and the people, as they hewed stone, or brought water, said amongst themselves, 'verily, this man is as a god; he goes where he lists, and he lies still or rises up as he pleases; and all fruits of all lands are culled for him; and his nights are nights of gladness, and his days, when they dawn, are all his to sleep through or spend as he wills.' but the people were wrong. for this king was weary of his life. "his buckler was sown with gems, but his heart beneath it was sore. for he had been long bitterly harassed by foes who descended on him as wolves from the hills in their hunger, and he had been long plagued with heavy wars and with bad rice harvests, and with many troubles to his nation that kept it very poor, and forbade him to finish the building of new marble palaces, and the making of fresh gardens of delight, on which his heart was set. so he, being weary of a barren land and of an empty treasury, with all his might prayed to the gods that all he touched might turn to gold, even as he had heard had happened to some magician long before in other ages. and the gods gave him the thing he craved; and his treasury overflowed. no king had ever been so rich, as this king now became in the short space of a single summer-day. "but it was bought with a price. "when he stretched out his hand to gather the rose that blossomed in his path, a golden flower scentless and stiff was all he grasped. when he called to him the carrier-dove that sped with a scroll of love words across the mountains, the bird sank on his breast a carven piece of metal. when he was athirst and shouted to his cupbearer for drink, the red wine ran a stream of molten gold. when he would fain have eaten, the pulse and the pomegranate grew alike to gold between his teeth. and lo! at eventide, when he sought the silent chambers of his harem, saying, 'here at least shall i find rest,' and bent his steps to the couch whereon his best-beloved slave was sleeping, a statue of gold was all he drew into his eager arms, and cold shut lips of sculptured gold were all that met his own. "that night the great king slew himself, unable any more to bear this agony; since all around him was desolation, even though all around him was wealth. "now the world is too like that king, and in its greed of gold it will barter its life away. "look you,--this thing is certain--i say that the world will perish, even as that king perished, slain as he was slain, by the curse of its own fulfilled desire. "the future of the world is written. for god has granted their prayer to men. he has made them rich, and their riches shall kill them. "when all green places have been destroyed in the builder's lust of gain:--when all the lands are but mountains of brick, and piles of wood and iron:--when there is no moisture anywhere; and no rain ever falls:--when the sky is a vault of smoke; and all the rivers reek with poison:--when forest and stream, and moor and meadow, and all the old green wayside beauty are things vanished and forgotten:--when every gentle timid thing of brake and bush, of air and water, has been killed because it robbed them of a berry or a fruit:--when the earth is one vast city, whose young children behold neither the green of the field nor the blue of the sky, and hear no song but the hiss of the steam, and know no music but the roar of the furnace:--when the old sweet silence of the country-side, and the old sweet sounds of waking birds, and the old sweet fall of summer showers, and the grace of a hedgerow bough, and the glow of the purple heather, and the note of the cuckoo and cushat, and the freedom of waste and of woodland, are all things dead, and remembered of no man:--then the world, like the eastern king, will perish miserably of famine and of drought, with gold in its stiffened hands, and gold in its withered lips, and gold everywhere:--gold that the people can neither eat nor drink, gold that cares nothing for them, but mocks them horribly:--gold for which their fathers sold peace and health, and holiness and liberty:--gold that is one vast grave." * * * the earth is crowded full with clay gods and false prophets, and fresh legions for ever arriving to carry on the old strife for supremacy; and if a man pass unknown all the time that his voice is audible, and his hand visible, through the sound and smoke of the battle, he will dream in vain of any remembrance when the gates of the grave shall have closed on him and shut him for ever from sight. when the world was in its youth, it had leisure to treasure its recollections; even to pause and look back, and to see what flower of a fair thought, what fruit of a noble art it might have overlooked or left down-trodden. but now it is so old, and is so tired; it is purblind and heavy of foot; it does not notice what it destroys; it desires rest, and can find none; nothing can matter greatly to it; its dead are so many that it cannot count them; and being thus worn and dulled with age, and suffocated under the weight of its innumerable memories, it is very slow to be moved, and swift--terribly swift--to forget. why should it not be? it has known the best, it has known the worst, that ever can befall it. and the prayer that to the heart of a man seems so freshly born from his own desire, what is it on the weary ear of the world, save the same old old cry which it has heard through all the ages, empty as the sound of the wind, and for ever--for ever--unanswered? * * * there is no more terrible woe upon earth than the woe of the stricken brain, which remembers the days of its strength, the living light of its reason, the sunrise of its proud intelligence, and knows that these have passed away like a tale that is told; like a year that is spent; like an arrow that is shot to the stars, and flies aloft, and falls in a swamp; like a fruit that is too well loved of the sun, and so, over-soon ripe, is dropped from the tree and forgot on the grasses, dead to all joys of the dawn and the noon and the summer, but still alive to the sting of the wasp, to the fret of the aphis, to the burn of the drought, to the theft of the parasite. she only dimly understood, and yet she was smitten with awe and reverence at that endless grief which had no taint of cowardice upon it, but was pure as the patriot's despair, impersonal as the prophet's agony. for the first time the intellect in her consciously awoke. for the first time she heard a human mind find voice even in its stupor and its wretchedness to cry aloud, in reproach to its unknown creator: "i am _yours_! shall i perish with the body? why have you ever bade me desire the light and seek it, if for ever you must thrust me into the darkness of negation? shall i be nothing?--like the muscle that rots, like the bones that crumble, like the flesh that turns to ashes, and blows in a film on the winds? shall i die so? i?--the mind of a man, the breath of a god?" * * * he could not bear to die without leaving behind his life some work the world would cherish. call it folly, call it madness, it is both: the ivory zeus that was to give its sculptor immortality, lives but in tradition; the bronze athene, that was to guard the piræus in eternal liberty, has long been levelled with the dust; yet with every age the artist still gives life for fame, still cries, "let my body perish, but make my soul immortal!" * * * the spider had drawn his dusty trail across them; the rat had squatted at their feet; the darkness of night had enshrouded and defaced them; yet with the morning they arose, stainless, noble, undefiled. amongst them there was one colossal form, on which the sun poured with its full radiance. this was the form of a captive grinding at a millstone; the majestic, symmetrical, supple form of a man who was also a god. in his naked limbs there was a supreme power; in his glance there was a divine command; his head was lifted as though no yoke could ever lie on that proud neck; his foot seemed to spurn the earth as though no mortal tie had ever bound him to the sod that human steps bestrode: yet at the corn-mill he laboured, grinding wheat like the patient blinded oxen that toiled beside him. for it was the great apollo in pheræ. the hand which awoke the music of the spheres had been blood-stained with murder; the beauty which had the light and lustre of the sun had been darkened with passion and with crime; the will which no other on earth or in heaven could withstand had been bent under the chastisement of zeus. he whose glance had made the black and barren slopes of delos to laugh with fruitfulness and gladness--he whose prophetic sight beheld all things past, present, and to come, the fate of all unborn races, the doom of all unspent ages--he, the far-striking king, laboured here beneath the curse of crime, greatest of all the gods, and yet a slave. in all the hills and vales of greece his io pæan sounded still. upon his holy mountains there still arose the smoke of fires of sacrifice. with dance and song the delian maidens still hailed the divinity of lêtô's son. the waves of the pure ionian air still rang for ever with the name of delphinios. at pytho and at clarus, in lycia and in phokis, his oracles still breathed forth upon their fiat terror or hope into the lives of men; and still in all the virgin forests of the world the wild beasts honoured him wheresoever they wandered, and the lion and the boar came at his bidding from the deserts to bend their free necks and their wills of fire meekly to bear his yoke in thessaly. yet he laboured here at the corn-mill of admetus; and watching him at his bondage there stood the slender, slight, wing-footed hermes, with a slow, mocking smile upon his knavish lips, and a jeering scorn in his keen eyes, even as though he cried: "o brother, who would be greater than i! for what hast thou bartered to me the golden rod of thy wealth and thy dominion over the flocks and the herds? for seven chords strung on a shell--for a melody not even thine own! for a lyre outshone by my syrinx hast thou sold all thine empire to me. will human ears give heed to thy song now thy sceptre has passed to my hands? immortal music only is left thee, and the vision foreseeing the future. o god! o hero! o fool! what shall these profit thee now?" thus to the artist by whom they had been begotten the dim white shapes of the deities spoke. thus he saw them, thus he heard, whilst the pale and watery sunlight lit up the form of the toiler in pheræ. for even as it was with the divinity of delos, so is it likewise with the genius of a man, which, being born of a god, yet is bound as a slave to the grindstone. since even as hermes mocked the lord of the unerring bow, so is genius mocked of the world, when it has bartered the herds, and the grain, and the rod that metes wealth, for the seven chords that no ear, dully mortal, can hear. and as he looked upon this symbol of his life, the captivity and the calamity, the strength and the slavery of his existence overcame him; and for the first hour since he had been born of a woman arslàn buried his face in his hands and wept. he could bend great thoughts to take the shapes that he chose, as the chained god in pheræ bound the strong kings of the desert and forest to carry his yoke; yet, like the god, he likewise stood fettered to the mill to grind for bread. * * * one evening, a little later, he met her in the fields on the same spot where marcellin first had seen her as a child amongst the scarlet blaze of the poppies. the lands were all yellow with saffron and emerald with the young corn; she balanced on her head a great brass jar; the red girdle glowed about her waist as she moved: the wind stirred the folds of her garments; her feet were buried in the shining grass; clouds tawny and purple were behind her; she looked like some moorish phantom seen in a dream under a sky of spain. he paused and gazed at her with eyes half content, half cold. she was of a beauty so uncommon, so strange, and all that was his for his art:--a great artist, whether in words, in melody, or in colour, is always cruel, or at the least seems so, for all things that live under the sun are to him created only to minister to his one inexorable passion. art is so vast, and human life is so little. it is to him only supremely just that the insect of an hour should be sacrificed to the infinite and eternal truth which must endure until the heavens themselves shall wither as a scroll that is held in a flame. it might have seemed to arslàn base to turn her ignorance, and submission to his will, for the gratification of his amorous passions; but to make these serve the art to which he had himself abandoned every earthly good was in his sight justified, as the death agonies of the youth whom they decked with roses and slew in sacrifice to the sun, were in the sight of the mexican nation. the youth whom the mexicans slew, on the high hill of the city, with his face to the west, was always the choicest and the noblest of all the opening flower of their manhood: for it was his fate to be called to enter into the realms of eternal light, and to dwell face to face with the unbearable brightness without whose rays the universe would have perished frozen in perpetual night. so the artist, who is true to his art, regards every human sacrifice that he renders up to it; how can he feel pity for a thing which perishes to feed a flame that he deems the life of the world? the steel that he draws out from the severed heart of his victim he is ready to plunge into his own vitals: no other religion can vaunt as much of its priests. "what are you thinking of to-night?" he asked her where she came through the fields by the course of a little flower-sown brook, fringed with tall bulrushes and waving willow-stems. she lifted her eyelids with a dreamy and wistful regard. "i was thinking--i wonder what the reed felt that you told me of--the one reed that a god chose from all its millions by the waterside and cut down to make into a flute." "ah?--you see there are no reeds that make music now-a-days; the reeds are only good to be woven into kreels for the fruits and the fish of the market." "that is not the fault of the reeds?" "not that i know; it is the fault of men, most likely, who find the chink of coin in barter sweeter music than the song of the syrinx. but what do you think the reed felt then?--pain to be so sharply severed from its fellows?" "no--or the god would not have chosen it." "what then?" a troubled sigh parted her lips; these old fables were fairest truths to her, and gave a grace to every humblest thing that the sun shone on, or the waters begat from their foam, or the winds blew with their breath into the little life of a day. "i was trying to think. but i cannot be sure. these reeds have forgotten. they have lost their soul. they want nothing but to feed among the sand and the mud, and grow in millions together, and shelter the toads and the newts,--there is not a note of music in them all--except when the wind rises and makes them sigh, and then they remember that long, long-ago the breath of a great god was in them." arslàn looked at her where she stood; her eyes resting on the reeds, and the brook at her feet; the crimson heat of the evening all about her, on the brazen amphora, on the red girdle on her loins, on the thoughtful parted lips, on the proud bent brows above which a golden butterfly floated as above the brows of psyche. he smiled; the smile that was so cold to her. "look: away over the fields, there comes a peasant with a sickle; he comes to mow down the reeds to make a bed for his cattle. if he heard you, he would think you mad." "they have thought me many things worse. what matter?" "nothing at all;--that i know. but you seem to envy that reed--so long ago--that was chosen?" "who would not?" "are you so sure? the life of the reed was always pleasant;--dancing there in the light, playing with the shadows, blowing in the winds; with the cool waters all about it all day long, and the yellow daffodils and the blue bell-flowers for its brethren." "nay;--how do you know?" her voice was low, and thrilled with a curious eager pain. "how do you know?" she murmured. "rather,--it was born in the sands, amongst the stones, of the chance winds, of the stray germs,--no one asking, no one heeding, brought by a sunbeam, spat out by a toad--no one caring where it dropped. rather,--it grew there by the river, and such millions of reeds grew with it, that neither waters nor winds could care for a thing so common and worthless, but the very snakes twisting in and out despised it, and thrust the arrows of their tongues through it in scorn. and then--i think i see!--the great god walked by the edge of the river, and he mused on a gift to give man, on a joy that should be a joy on the earth for ever; and he passed by the lily white as snow, by the thyme that fed the bees, by the gold heart in the arum flower, by the orange flame of the tall sandrush, by all the great water-blossoms which the sun kissed, and the swallows loved, and he came to the one little reed pierced with the snakes' tongues, and all alone amidst millions. then he took it up, and cut it to the root, and killed it;--killed it as a reed,--but breathed into it a song audible and beautiful to all the ears of men. was that death to the reed?--or life? would a thousand summers of life by the waterside have been worth that one thrill of song when a god first spoke through it?" her face lightened with a radiance to which the passion of her words was pale and poor; the vibrations of her voice grew sonorous and changing as the sounds of music itself; her eyes beamed through unshed tears as planets through the rain. * * * of all the forms with which he had peopled its loneliness, these had the most profound influence on her in their fair, passionless, majestic beauty, in which it seemed to her that the man who had forgotten them had repeated his own likeness. for they were all alike, yet unlike; of the same form and feature, yet different even in their strong resemblance, like elder and younger brethren who hold a close companionship. for hypnos was still but a boy with his blue-veined eyelids closed, and his mouth rosy and parted like that of a slumbering child, and above his golden head a star rose in the purple night. oneiros standing next was a youth whose eyes smiled as though they beheld visions that were welcome to him; in his hand, amongst the white roses, he held a black wand of sorcery, and around his bended head there hovered a dim silvery nimbus. thanatos alone was a man fully grown; and on his calm and colourless face there were blended an unutterable sadness, and an unspeakable peace; his eyes were fathomless, far-reaching, heavy laden with thought, as though they had seen at once the heights of heaven and the depths of hell; and he, having thus seen, and knowing all things, had learned that there was but one good possible in all the universe,--that one gift which his touch gave, and which men in their blindness shuddered from and cursed. and above him and around him there was a great darkness. so the gods stood, and so they spoke, even to her; they seemed to her as brethren, masters, friends--these three immortals who looked down on her in their mute majesty. they are the gods of the poor, of the wretched, of the outcast, of the proscribed,--they are the gods who respect not persons nor palaces,--who stay with the exile and flee from the king,--who leave the tyrant of a world to writhe in torment, and call a smile beautiful as the morning on the face of a beggar child,--who turn from the purple beds where wealth and lust and brutal power lie, and fill with purest visions the darkest hours of the loneliest nights, for genius and youth,--they are the gods of consolation and of compensation,--the gods of the exile, of the orphan, of the outcast, of the poet, of the prophet, of all whose bodies ache with the infinite pangs of famine, and whose hearts ache with the infinite woes of the world, of all who hunger with the body or the soul. * * * it became mid-april. it was market-day for all the country lying round that wondrous cathedral-spire, which shot into the air far-reaching and ethereal, like some fountain whose column of water had been arrested aloft and changed to ice. the old quiet town was busy, with a rich sunshine shed upon it, in which the first yellow butterflies of the year had begun to dance. it was high noon, and the highest tide of the market. flower-girls, fruit-girls, egg-sellers, poultry-hucksters, crowds of women, old and young, had jolted in on their docile asses, throned on their sheepskin saddles; and now, chattering and chaffering, drove fast their trade. on the steps of the cathedral boys with birds'-nests, knife-grinders making their little wheels fly, cobblers hammering, with boards across their knees, travelling pedlars with knapsacks full of toys and mirrors, and holy images, and strings of beads, sat side by side in amicable competition. here and there a priest passed, with his black robe and broad hat, like a dusky mushroom amongst a bed of many-hued gillyflowers. here and there a soldier, all colour and glitter, showed like a gaudy red tulip in bloom amidst tufts of thyme. the old wrinkled leathern awnings of the market-stalls glowed like copper in the brightness of noon. the red tiles of the houses edging the great square were gilded with yellow houseleeks. the little children ran hither and thither with big bunches of primroses or sheaves of blue wood-hyacinths, singing. the red and blue serges of the young girls' bodices were like the gay hues of the anemones in their baskets. the brown faces of the old dames under the white roofing of their headgear were like the russet faces of the home-kept apples which they had garnered through all the winter. everywhere in the shade of the flapping leather, and the darkness of the wooden porches, there were the tender blossoms of the field and forest, of the hedge and garden. the azure of the hyacinths, the pale saffron of the primroses, the cool hues of the meadow daffodils, the ruby eyes of the cultured jonquils, gleamed amongst wet rushes, grey herbs, and freshly budded leafage. plovers' eggs nestled in moss-lined baskets; sheaves of velvet-coated wallflowers poured fragrance on the air; great plumes of lilac nodded on the wind, and amber feathers of laburnum waved above the homelier masses of mint and marjoram, and sage and chervil. _idalia._ whatever fate rose for them with the dawn, this night at least was theirs: there is no love like that which lives victorious even beneath the shadow of death: there is no joy like that which finds its paradise even amid the cruelty of pain, the fierce long struggle of despair. never is the voluptuous glory of the sun so deep, so rich, as when its last excess of light burns above the purple edge of the tempest-cloud that soars upward to cover and devour it. * * * "and we reign still!" she turned, as she spoke, towards the western waters, where the sea-line of the Ægean lay, while in her eyes came the look of a royal pride and of a deathless love. "greece cannot die. no matter what the land be now, greece--_our_ greece--must live for ever. her language lives; the children of europe learn it, even if they halt it in imperfect numbers. the greater the scholar, the humbler he still bends to learn the words of wisdom from her school. the poet comes to her for all his fairest myths, his noblest mysteries, his greatest masters. the sculptor looks at the broken fragments of her statues, and throws aside his calliope in despair before those matchless wrecks. from her soldiers learn how to die, and nations how to conquer and to keep their liberties. no deed of heroism is done but, to crown it, it is named parallel to hers. they write of love, and who forgets the lesbian? they dream of freedom, and to reach it they remember salamis. they talk of progress, and while they talk they sigh for all that they have lost in academus. they seek truth, and while they seek, wearily long, as little children, to hear the golden speech of socrates, that slave, and fisherman, and sailor, and stonemason, and date-seller were all once free to hear in her agora. but for the light that shone from greece in the breaking of the renaissance, europe would have perished in its gothic darkness. they call her dead: she can never die while her life, her soul, her genius breathe fire into the new nations, and give their youth all of greatness and of grace that they can claim. greece dead! she reigns in every poem written, in every art pursued, in every beauty treasured, in every liberty won, in every god-like life and godlike death, in your fresh lands, which, but for her, would be barbarian now." where she stood, with her eyes turned westward to the far-off snows of cithæron and mount ida, and the shores which the bronze spear of pallas athene once guarded through the night and day, the dark light in her eyes deepened, and the flush of a superb pride was on her brow--it seemed aspasia who lived again, and who remembered pericles. * * * the chant of the imaum rang up from the shore, deep and sonorous, calling on the faithful to prayer, an hour before midnight. she listened dreamily to the echoes that seemed to linger among the dark foliage. "i like those national calls to prayer," she said, as she leaned over the parapet, while the fire-flies glittered among the mass of leaves as the diamond sprays glistened in her hair. "the ave maria, the vespers, the imaum's chant, the salutation of the dawn or of the night, the hymn before sleep, or before the sun;--you have none of those in your chill islands? you have only weary rituals, and stuccoed churches, where the 'pharisees for a pretence make long prayers!' as if _that_ was not the best--the only--temple!" she glanced upward at the star-studded sky, and on her face was that graver and gentler look which had come there when she sang. "i have held it so many a time," he answered her, lying awake at night among the long grass of the andes, or under the palms of the desert. it was a strange delusion to build shrines to the honour of god while there are still his own--the forests and the mountains. * * * "it was a fair heritage to lose through a feeble vanity--that beautiful constantinople!" she said musingly. "the east and the west--what an empire! more than alexander ever grasped at--what might not have been done with it? asian faith and oriental sublimity, with roman power and gothic force; if there had been a hand strong enough to weld all these together, what a world there might have been!" "but to have done that would have been to attain the impossible," he answered her. "oil and flame, old and new, living and dying, tradition and scepticism, iconoclast and idolater, you cannot unite and harmonise these antagonisms?" she gave a sign of dissent. "the prophet or the hero unites all antagonisms, because he binds them all to his own genius. the byzantine empire had none such; the nearest was julian, but he believed less in himself than in the gods; the nearest after him was belisarius--the fool of a courtesan, and he was but a good soldier; he was no teacher, no liberator, no leader for the nations. john vatices came too late. a man must be his own convert before he can convert others. zoroaster, christ, mahommed, cromwell, napoleon, believed intensely in their own missions; hence their influence on the peoples. how can we tell what byzantium might have become under one mighty hand? it was torn in pieces among courtesans, and parasites, and christian fanatics, and houmousians and houmoiousians! i have the blood of the commneni in me. i think of it with shame when i remember what they might have been." "you come from the roman emperors?" "the roman emperors?" she repeated. "when the name was a travesty, an ignominy, a reproach! when barbarians thronged the forum, and the representative of galilee fishermen claimed power in the capitol? yes; i descend, they say, from the commneni; but i am far prouder that, on the other hand, i come from pure athenians. i belong to two buried worlds. but the stone throne of the areopagus was greater than the gold one of manuel." * * * "that animal life is to be envied perhaps," she said. "their pride is centred in a silver hairpin; their conscience is committed to a priest; their credulity is contented with tradition; their days are all the same, from the rising of one sun to another; they do not love, they do not hate; they are like the ass that they drive, follow one patient routine, and only take care for their food. perhaps they are to be envied!" "you would not lose 'those thoughts that wander through eternity,' to gain in exchange the peace from ignorance of the peasant or the dullard?" she turned her face to him, with its most beautiful smile on her lips and in her eyes. "no, i would not: you are right. better to know the secrets of the gods, even though with pain, than to lead the dull, brute life, though painless. it is only in our dark hours that we would sell our souls for a dreamless ease." "dark hours! _you_ should not know them. ah, if you would but trust me with some confidence! if there were but some way in which i could serve you!" her eyes met his with gratitude, even while she gave him a gesture of silence. she thought how little could the bold, straight stroke of this man's frank chivalry cut through the innumerable and intricate chains that entangled her own life. the knightly excalibur could do nothing to sever the filmy but insoluble meshes of secret intrigues. "it is a saint's-day: i had forgotten it," she said to turn his words from herself, while the bell of the campanile still swung through the air. "i am a pagan, you see: i do not fancy that you care much for creeds yourself." "creeds? i wish there were no such word. it has only been a rallying-cry for war, an excuse for the bigot to burn his neighbour." "no. long ago, under the andes, nezahualcoytl held the same faith that socrates had vainly taught in the agora; and zengis khan knew the truth of theism like plato; yet the world has never generally learnt it. it is the religion of nature--of reason. but the faith is too simple and too sublime for the multitude. the mass of minds needs a religion of mythics, legend, symbolism, and fear. what is impalpable escapes it; and it must give an outward and visible shape to its belief, as it gives in its art a human form to its deity. come, since we agree in our creed, i will take you to my temple--a temple not made by hands." * * * "i never had a fair field!"--it may be sometimes a coward's apology; but it is many a time the epitome of a great, cramped, tortured, wasted life, which strove like a caged eagle to get free, and never could beat down the bars of the den that circumstances and prejudice had forged. the world sees the few who do reach freedom, and, watching their bold upright flight, says rashly, "will can work all things." but they who perish by the thousand, the fettered eagles who never see the sun; who pant in darkness, and wear their breasts bare beating on the iron that will never yield; who know their strength, yet cannot break their prison; who feel their wings, yet never can soar up to meet the sweet wild western winds of liberty; who lie at last beaten, and hopeless, and blind, with only strength enough to long for death to come and quench all sense and thought in its annihilation,--who thinks of them--who counts them? * * * the earliest dawn had broken eastward, where the mountains stretched--the dawn of a southern summer, that almost touches the sunset of the past night--but under the dense shadows of the old woods that had sheltered the mystic rites of gnostics and echoed with the latin hymns to pan, no light wandered. there was only a dim silvery haze that seemed to float over the whiteness of the tall-stemmed arum lilies and the foam-bells of the water that here and there glimmered under the rank vegetation, where it had broken from its hidden channels up to air and space. not a sound disturbed the intense stillness; that the night waned and the world wakened, brought no change to the solitudes that men had forgotten, and only memories of dead-deserted gods still haunted in the places of their lost temples, whose columns were now the sea-pines' stems, and on whose fallen altars and whose shattered sculptures the lizard made her shelter and the wind-sown grasses seeded and took root. of the once graceful marble beauty and the incense-steeped stones of sacrifice nothing remained but moss-grown shapeless fragments, buried beneath a pall of leaves by twice a thousand autumns. yet the ancient sanctity still rested on the nameless, pathless woods; the breath of an earlier time, of a younger season of the earth, seemed to lie yet upon the untroubled forest ways; the whisper of the unseen waters had a dream-like, unreal cadence; in the deep shade, in the warm fragrance and the heavy gloom, there was a voluptuous yet mournful charm--the world seemed so far, the stars shone so near; there were the sweetness of rest and the oblivion of passion. * * * death is not ours to deal. and were it ours, should we give him the nameless mystic mercy which all men live to crave--give it as the chastisement of crime? death! it is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet! it is a vast, dim, exhaustless pity to all the world. and would you summon it as your hardest cruelty to sin? they were silent; she stirred their souls--she had not bound their passions. "a traitor merits death," they muttered. "merits it! not so. the martyr, the liberator, the seeker of truth, may deserve its peace; how has the traitor won them? you deem yourselves just; your justice errs. if you would give him justice, make him live. live to know fear lest every wind among the leaves may whisper of his secret; live to feel the look of a young child's eyes a shame to him; live to envy every peasant whose bread has not been bought with tainted coin; live to hear ever in his path the stealing step of haunting retribution; live to see his brethren pass by him as a thing accurst; live to listen in his age to white-haired men, who once had been his comrades, tell to the youth about them the unforgotten story of his shame. make him live thus if you would have justice." they answered nothing; a shudder ran through them as they heard. "and--if you have as i--a deliverance that forbids you even so much harshness, still let him live, and bury his transgression in your hearts. say to him as i say, 'your sin was great, go forth and sin no more.'" * * * "one is not an assassin!" "since when have you discovered that?" the flush grew darker on count conrad's forehead; he moved restlessly under the irony, and drank down a draught of red fiery roussillon without tasting it more than if it had been water. then he laughed; the same careless musical laughter with which he had made the requiem over a violet--a laugh which belonged at once to the most careless and the most evil side of his character. "since sophism came in, which was with monsieur cain, when he asked, 'am i my brother's keeper?' it was ingenious that reply; creditable to a beginner, without social advantages. 'an assassin!' take the word boldly by the beard, and look at it. what is there objectionable?" "nothing--except to the assassinated." "it has had an apotheosis ever since the world began," pursued phaulcon, unheeding, in his bright vivacity. "who are celebrated in scripture? judith, samuel, david, moses, joab. who is a patriot? brutus. who is an immortal? harmodius and aristogiton. who is a philosopher? cicero, while he murmurs '_vixerunt!_' after slaying lentulus. who is a hero? marius, who nails the senators' heads to the rostræ. who is a martyr? charles, who murders strafford. what is religion? christianity, that has burnt and slain millions. who is a priest? calvin, who destroys servetus; or pole, who kills latimer, which you like. who is a saint? george of cappadocia, who slaughters right and left. who is a ruler? sulla, who slays ofella. who is a queen? christina, who stabs monaldeschi; catherine, who strangles peter; isabella, who slays moors and jews by the thousand. murderers all! assassination has always been deified; and before it is objected to, the world must change its creeds, its celebrities, and its chronicles. 'monsieur, you are an assassin,' says an impolite world. 'messieurs,' says the polite logician, 'i found my warrant in your bible, and my precedent in your brutus. what you deify in aristogiton and jael you mustn't damn in ankarström and me.' voilà! what could the world say?" "that you would outwit belial with words, and beguile beelzebub out of his kingdom with sophistry." _a village commune._ power is sweet, and when you are a little clerk you love its sweetness quite as much as if you were an emperor, and maybe you love it a good deal more. * * * he saw no reason why he should not become a deputy, and even a minister before he died, and indeed there was no reason whatever. he was only a clerk at fifty pounds a year; but he had a soul above all scruples, and a heart as hard as a millstone. * * * he was only a clerk indeed, at a slender salary, and ate his friends' tomatoes publicly in the little back room of the caffè; but he had the soul of a statesman. when a donkey kicks, beat it; when it dies, skin it; so only will it profit you; that was his opinion, and the public was the donkey of messer nellemane. * * * pippo and viola feared everything, yet knew not what they feared; it is a ghostly burden of dread, that which the honest poor carry with them all through their toiling hungry days, the vague oppressive dread of this law which is always acting the spy on them, always dogging their steps, always emptying their pockets. the poor can understand criminal law, and its justice and its necessity easily enough, and respect its severities; but they cannot understand the petty tyrannies of civil law; and it wears their lives out, and breaks their spirits. when it does not break their spirits it curdles their blood and they become socialists, nihilists, internationalists, anything that will promise them riddance of their spectre and give them vengeance. we in italy are all of us afraid of socialism, we who have anything to lose; and yet we let the syndics, and their secretaries, conciliators, and chancellors sow it broadcast in dragon's teeth of petty injustices and petty cruelties, that soon or late will spring up armed men, hydra-headed and torch in hand! * * * the law should be a majesty, solemn, awful, unerring: just, as man hopes that god is just; and from its throne it should stretch out a mighty hand to seize and grasp the guilty, and the guilty only. but when the law is only a petty, meddlesome, cruel, greedy spy, mingling in every household act and peering in at every window pane, then the poor who are guiltless would be justified if they spat in its face, and called it by its right name, a foul extortion. * * * the italian tongue chatters like a magpie's; if they did not let the steam off thus they would be less easily ruled than they are; but no great talker ever did any great thing yet, in this world. * * * a retentive memory is of great use to a man, no doubt; but the talent of oblivion is on the whole more useful. * * * sarta rosalia is in a lovely pastoral country; the country that seems to thrill with theocritus' singing, as it throbs with the little tamborine of the cicala; a country running over with beautiful greenery, and with climbing creepers hanging everywhere, from the vine on the maples to the china-rose hedges, and with the deep-blue shadows, and the sun-flushed whiteness of the distant mountains lending to it in the golden distance that solemnity and ethereal charm which, without mountains somewhere within sight, no country ever has. but since the advent of "freedom" it is scarred and wounded; great scar-patches stretch here and there where woods have been felled by the avarice illumined in the souls of landowners; hundreds and thousands of bare poles stand stark and stiff against the river light which have been glorious pyramids of leaf shedding welcome shadows on the river path; and many a bold round hill like the _ballons_ of the vosges, once rich of grass as they, now shorn of wood, and even of undergrowth, lift a bare stony front to the lovely sunlight, and never more will root of tree, or seed of flower or of fern, find bed there. such is progress. * * * for the first time his _liberi pensieri_ were distasteful to him and unsatisfactory; for atheism makes a curse a mere rattle of dry peas in a fool's bladder, as it makes a blessing a mere flutter of a breath. messer nellemane for the first time felt that the old religion has its advantages over agnosticism; it gave you a hell for your rivals and your enemies! * * * he had never heard of virgil and of theocritus--but it hurt him to have these sylvan pictures spoiled; these pictures which are the same as those they saw and sang; the threshing barns with the piles of golden grain, and the flails flying to merry voices; the young horses trampling the wheat loose from its husk with bounding limbs and tossing manes; the great arched doorways, with the maidens sitting in a circle breaking the maize from its withered leaves, and telling old-world stories, and singing sweet _fiorellini_ all the while; the hanging fields broken up in hill and vale with the dun-coloured oxen pushing their patient way through labyrinths of vine boughs, and clouds of silvery olive leaf: the bright laborious day, with the sun-rays turning the sickle to a semi-circlet of silver, as the mice ran, and the crickets shouted, and the larks soared on high: the merry supper when the day was done, with the thrill and thrum of the mandolini, and the glisten of the unhoused fire-flies, whose sanctuary had been broken when the bearded barley and the amber corn fell prone: all these things rose to his memory: they had made his youth and manhood glad and full of colour; they were here still for his sons a little while, but when his sons should be all grown men, then those things would have ceased to be, and even their very memory would have perished, most likely, while the smoke of the accursed engines would have sullied the pure blue sky, and the stench of their foul vapours would have poisoned the golden air. he roused himself and said wearily to pippo, "there is a tale i have heard somewhere of a man who sold his birthright for gold, and when the gold was in his hands, then it changed to withered leaves and brown moss: i was thinking, eh? that the world is much like that man!" * * * when all your politics and policies are summed up in the one intention to do well for yourself, great simplicity is given to your theories, if not to your practice. * * * the ministerialists ... made florid and beautiful speeches full of sesquipedalian phrases in which they spoke about the place of italy among the great powers, the dangers of jealousy and invasion from other nations, the magnificence of the future, the blessings of education, the delights of liberty, the wickedness of the opposition, the sovereign rights of the people; and said it all so magnificently and so bewilderingly that the people never remembered till it was too late that they had said nothing about opposing the cow-tax--or indeed any taxes at all, but listened and gaped, and shouted, and clapped; and being told that they could sit at a european congress to decide the fate of epirus, were for the moment oblivious that they had bad bread, dear wine, scant meat, an army of conscripts, and a bureaucracy that devoured them as maggots a cheese. what is political eloquence for, if not to make the people forget such things as these? * * * to sell your grapes to foreigners and have none at all at home is a spirited commerce, and fine free trade; that the poor souls around are all poisoned with cheap chemicals in the absence of wine, is only an evidence of all that science can do. * * * it is the noblest natures that tyranny drives to frenzy. * * * the bureaucratic mind, all the world over, believes the squeak of the official penny whistle to be as the trump of archangels and the voice of sinai. that all the people do not fall down prostrate at the squeak is, to this order of mind, the one unmentionable sin. * * * it is not true that no italian ever tells the truth, as commentators on the country say, but it is sadly true that when one does he suffers for it. * * * a day in prison to a free-born son of the soil, used to work with the broad bright sky alone above his head, is more agony than a year of it is to a cramped city-worker used only to the twilight of a machine-room or a workshop, only to an air full of smuts and smoke, and the stench of acids, and the dust of filed steel or sifted coal. the sufferings of the two cannot be compared, and one among many of the injustices the law, all over the world, commits, is that it never takes into consideration what a man's past has been. there are those to whom a prison is as hell; there are those to whom it is something better than the life they led. * * * she was an old woman, and had been bred up in the old faiths; faiths that were not clear indeed to her nor ever reasoned on, but yet gave her consolation, and a great, if a vague hope. now that we tell the poor there is no such hope, that when they have worked and starved long enough, then they will perish altogether, like bits of candle that have burnt themselves out, that they are mere machines made of carbon and hydrogen, which, when they have had due friction, will then crumble back into the dust; now that we tell them all this, and call this the spread of education, will they be as patient? * * * take hope from the heart of man, and you make him a beast of prey. * * * one of the cruellest sins of any state, in giving petty and tyrannous authority into petty and tyrannous hands, is that it thus brings into hatred and disgust the true and high authority of moral law. * * * in these modern times of cowardice, when great ministers dare not say the thing they think, and high magistrates stoop to execute decrees they abhor, it is scarcely to be hoped for that moral courage will be a plant of very sturdy growth in the souls of carpenters, and coopers, and bakers, and plumbers, and day-labourers, who toil for scarce a shilling a day. * * * he had been wronged, and a great wrong is to the nature as a cancer is to the body; there is no health. * * * a just chastisement may benefit a man, though it seldom does, but an unjust one changes all his blood to gall. * * * in these days, christian europe decides that not only the poor man lying by the wayside, but also the samaritan who helps him, are sinners against political economy, and its law forbids what its religion orders: people must settle the contradiction as they deem best; they generally are content to settle it by buttoning up their pockets, and passing by, on the other side. * * * in this lovely land that brims over with flowers like a cup over-filled, where the sun is as a magician for ever changing with a wand of gold all common things to paradise; where every wind shakes out the fragrance of a world of fruit and flower commingled; where, for so little, the lute sounds and the song arises; here, misery looks more sad than it does in sadder climes, where it is like a home-born thing, and not an alien tyrant as it is here. * * * you cannot cage a field bird when it is old; it dies for want of flight, of air, of change, of freedom. no use will be the stored grain of your cages; better for the bird a berry here and there, and peace of gentle death at last amidst the golden gorse or blush of hawthorn buds. * * * "what is england?" "it is a place where the poor souls have no wine of their own, i think; and they make cannons and cheese. you see their people over here now and then. they carry red bibles, and they go about with their mouths open to catch flies, and they run into all the little old dusty places; you must have seen them." "and why do we want to have anything to do with them?" "they will come in ships and fire at us, if we are not bigger and stronger than they. we must build iron houses that float, and go on the sea and meet them." _puck._ "animalism," forsooth!--a more unfair word don't exist. when we animals never drink only just enough to satisfy thirst, never eat except when we have genuine appetites, never indulge in any sort of debauch, and never strain excess till we sink into the slough of satiety, shall "animalism" be a word to designate all that men and women dare to do? "animalism!" you ought to blush for such a libel on our innocent and reasonable lives when you regard your own! you men who scorch your throats with alcohols, and kill your lives with absinthe; and squander your gold in the kursaal, and the cecle, and the arlington; and have thirty services at your dinner betwixt soup and the "chasse;" and cannot spend a summer afternoon in comfort unless you be drinking deep the intoxication of hazard in your debts and your bets on the heath or the downs, at hurlingham or at tattersalls' rooms. you women, who sell your souls for bits of stones dug from the bowels of the earth; who stake your honour for a length of lace two centuries old; who replace the bloom your passions have banished with the red of poisoned pigments; who wreathe your aching heads with purchased tresses torn from prisons, and madhouses, and coffins; who spend your lives in one incessant struggle, first the rivalry of vanity and then the rivalry of ambition; who deck out greed, and selfishness, and worship of station or gold, as "love," and then wonder that your hapless dupes, seizing the idol that you offer them as worthy of their worship, fling it from them with a curse, finding it dumb, and deaf, and merciless, a thing of wood and stone. "animalism," forsooth! god knows it would be well for you, here and hereafter, men and women both, were you only patient, continent, and singleminded, only faithful, gentle, and long-suffering, as are the brutes that you mock, and misuse, and vilify in the supreme blindness of your egregious vanity! * * * i was horribly cold and hungry; and this is a combination which kills sentiment in bigger people than myself. the emotions, like a hothouse flower or a sea-dianthus, wither curiously when aired in an east wind, or kept some hours waiting for dinner. * * * in truth, too, despite all the fine chances that you certainly give your peasants to make thorough beasts of themselves, they are your real aristocrats, and have the only really good manners in your country. in an old north-country dame, who lives on five shillings a week, in a cottage like a dream of teniers' or van tol's, i have seen a fine courtesy, a simple desire to lay her best at her guest's disposal, a perfect composure, and a freedom from all effort, that were in their way the perfection of breeding. i have seen these often in the peasantry, in the poor. it is your middle classes, with their incessant flutter, and bluster, and twitter, and twaddle; with their perpetual strain after effect; with their deathless desire to get one rung of the ladder higher than they ever can get; with their preposterous affectations, their pedantic unrealities, their morbid dread of remark, their everlasting imitations, their superficial education, their monotonous commonplaces, and their nervous deference to opinion;--it is your middle classes that have utterly destroyed good manners, and have made the prevalent mode of the day a union of boorishness and servility, of effervescence and of apathy--a court suit, as it were, worn with muddy boots and a hempen shirt. * * * i think fanfreluche spoke with reason. coincidence is a god that greatly influences mortal affairs. he is not a cross-tempered deity either, always; and when you beat your poor fetish for what seems to you an untoward accident, you may do wrong; he may have benefited you far more than you wot. * * * now i believe that when a woman's own fair skin is called rouge, and her own old lace is called imitation, she must in some way or other have roused sharply the conscience or the envy of her sisters who sit in judgment. * * * i canna go to church. look'ee,--they's allus a readin' o' cusses, and damnin', and hell fire, and the like; and i canna stomach it. what for shall they go and say as all the poor old wimmin i' tha parish is gone to the deil 'cause they picks up a stick or tew i' hedge, or likes to mumble a charm or tew o'er their churnin'? them old wimmin be rare an' good i' ither things. when i broke my ankle three years agone, old dame stuckley kem o'er, i' tha hail and the snaw, a matter of five mile and more, and she turned o' eighty; and she nursed me, and tidied the place, and did all as was wanted to be done, 'cause avice was away, working somewhere's; and she'd never let me gie her aught for it. and i heard ta passon tell her as she were sold to hell, 'cause the old soul have a bit of belief like in witch-stones, and allus sets one aside her spinnin' jenny, so that the thrid shanna knot nor break. ta passon he said, god cud mak tha thrid run smooth, or knot it, just as he chose, and 'twas wicked to think she could cross his will. and the old dame, she said, weel, sir, i dinna b'lieve tha almighty would ever spite a poor old crittur like me, don't 'ee think it? but if we're no to help oursells i' this world, what for have he gied us the trouble o' tha thrid to spin? and why no han't he made tha shirts, an' tha sheets, an' tha hose grow theersells? and ta passon niver answered her that, he only said she was fractious and blas-_phe_-mous. now she warn't, she spoke i' all innocence, and she mint what she said--she mint it. passons niver can answer ye plain, right-down, nataral questions like this'n, and that's why i wunna ga ta tha church. * * * dinna ye meddle, tam; it's niver no good a threshin' other folk's corn; ye allays gits the flail agin i' yer own eye somehow. * * * the flowers hang in the sunshine, and blow in the breeze, free to the wasp as to the bee. the bee chooses to make his store of honey, that is sweet, and fragrant, and life-giving; the wasp chooses to make his from the same blossoms, but of a matter hard, and bitter, and useless. shall we pity the wasp because, of his selfish passions, he selects the portion that shall be luscious only to his own lips, and spends his hours only in the thrusting-in of his sting? is not such pity--wasted upon the wasp--an insult to the bee who toils so wearily to gather in for others; and who, because he stings not man, is by man maltreated? now it seems to me, if i read them aright, that vicious women, and women that are of honesty and honour, are much akin to the wasp and to the bee. * * * my dear, a gentleman may forget his appointments, his love vows, and his political pledges; he may forget the nonsense he talked, the dances he engaged for, the women that worried him, the electors that bullied him, the wife that married him, and he may be a gentleman still; but there are two things he must never forget, for no gentleman ever does--and they are, to pay a debt that is a debt of honour, and to keep a promise to a creature that can't force him to keep it. * * * a genius? you must mistake. i have always heard that a genius is something that they beat to death first with sticks and stones, and set up on a great rock to worship afterwards. now they make her very happy whilst she is alive. she cannot possibly be a genius. * * * i learned many wondrous things betwixt epsom and ascot. a brief space, indeed, yet one that to me seemed longer than the whole of my previous life, so crowded was it every hour with new and marvellous experiences. worldly experiences, i mean. intellectually, i am not sure that i acquired much. indeed, to a little brain teeming with memories of the théâtres beaumarchais, voltaire, molière, feuillet, sardou, sandeau, &c., which i had heard read so continually at the dower-house amongst the fens, the views of dramatic literature held at the coronet appeared of the most extraordinary character. they certainly had one merit--simplicity. the verb "to steal" was the only one that a successful dramatic author appeared to be required to conjugate. for your music steal from the music-halls; for your costumes steal from _le follet_; for your ideas steal from anybody that happens to carry such a thing about him; for your play, in its entirety, steal the plot, the characters, the romance, the speeches, and the wit, if it have any, of some attractive novel; and when you have made up your parcel of thefts, tie it together with some string of stage directions, herald it as entirely original, give a very good supper to your friends on the press, and bow from your box as the "author." you will certainly be successful: and if the novelist ever object, threaten him with an action for interference with _your_ property. these i found were the laws laid down by london dramatists; and they assuredly were so easy to follow and so productive to obey, that if any ben jonson or beaumarchais, sheridan or marivaux, had arisen and attempted to infringe them, he would have infallibly been regarded as a very evil example, and been extinguished by means of journalistic slating and stall-siflage. * * * by the way, permit me, in parenthesis, to say that one of the chief causes of that preference for the _demi-monde_ which you daily and hourly discover more and more, is the indulgence it shows to idleness. because your lives are so intense now, and always at high pressure--for that very reason are you more indolent also in little things. it bores you to dress; it bores you to talk; it bores you to be polite. sir charles grandison might find ecstasy in elaborating a bow, a wig, or a speech; you like to give a little nod, cut your hair very short, and make "awfully" do duty for all your adjectives. "_autres temps, autres mæurs._" you are a very odd mixture. you will go to the ends of the earth on the scent of big game; but you shirk all social exertion with a cynical laziness. you will come from damascus at a stretch without sleeping, and think nothing of it; but you find it a wretched thing to have to exert yourself to be courteous in a drawing-room. therefore the _demi-monde_ suits you with a curious fitness, and suits you more and more every year. i am afraid it is not very good for you. i don't mean for your morals; i don't care the least about them, i am a dog of the world; i mean for your manners. it makes you slangy, inert, rude, lazy. and yet what perfect gentlemen you can be still, and what grace there is in your careless, weary ease, when you choose to be courteous; and you always _do_ choose, that i must say for you, when you find a woman who is really worth the trouble. * * * i never knew quite whether i liked her--how can you with those women of the world? she was kind and insincere; she was gentle and she was cruel; she was generous and ungenerous; she was true as steel, and she was false as judas--what would you?--she was a woman of the world, with several sweet natural impulses, and all a coquette's diplomacies. she tended me with the greatest solicitude one day that autumn, when i had run a thorn into my foot: and the very next day, when i was well again, she laughed to see me worried on the lawn by a bull-terrier. if you have not met a woman like that, i wonder where you have lived. * * * you must be spider or fly, as somebody says. now all my experience tells me that men are mostly the big, good-natured, careless blue-bottles, half-drunk with their honey of pleasure, and rushing blindly into any web that dazzles them a little in the sunshine; and women are the dainty, painted, patient spiders that just sit and weave, and weave, and weave, till--pong!--bluebottle is in head foremost, and is killed, and sucked dry, and eaten up at leisure. you men think women do not know much of life. pooh! i, puck, who have dwelt for many of my days on their boudoir cushions, and eaten of their dainty little dinners, and been smuggled under their robes even into operas, balls, and churches, tell you that is an utter fallacy. they do not choose you to know that they know it, very probably; but there is nothing that is hidden from them, i promise you. * * * don't you know that whilst broad, intellectual scepticism is masculine, narrow, social scepticism is feminine? to get hearty, reverent, genuine belief in the innocence of a slandered woman, go to a man: where the world has once doubted, women, the world-worshippers, will for ever after doubt also. you can never bring women to see that the pecked-at fruit is always the richest and sweetest; they always take the benison of the wooing bird to be the malison of the hidden worm! * * * not very long ago i was down away in the vale of belvoir. i stayed with my friends at a great stately place, owned by as gallant a gentleman as ever swung himself into saddle. his wife was a beautiful woman, and he treated her with the courtliest tenderness: indeed, i often heard their union cited as one of almost unequalled felicity. "he never had a thought that he did not tell me," i heard his wife once say to a friend. "not a single thought, i know, all these twelve years of our marriage." it was a happy belief--many women have the like--but it was an unutterably foolish one; for the minds of the best and truest amongst you are, in many things, as sealed books to those whom you care for the most. one bitter, black hunting-day, a day keen and cold, with frost, as men feared, in the air, and with the ground so hard that even the duke's peerless "dandies," perfect hounds though they are, scarcely could keep the scent, there came terrible tidings to the hall--he had met with a crashing fall. his horse had refused at timber, and had fallen upon him, kicking his head with the hind hoofs repeatedly. they had taken him to the nearest farmhouse, insensible; even dead already, they feared. his wife and the elder amongst the beautiful children fled like mad creatures across the brown fallows, and the drear blackened meadows. the farm, happily, was not far: i sped with them. when they reached him he was not quite lifeless, but he knew none of them; his head had been beaten in by the plates of the kicking hoofs; and they waited for his death with every moment, in the little old dusky room, with its leaded lattices, and its odour of dried lavender, and its bough of holly above the hearth. for this had chanced upon christmas eve. to his wife's agonies, to his children's moans, he was silent: he knew nothing; he lay with closed eyes and crushed brain--deaf, blind, mute. suddenly the eyes opened, and stared at the red winter sun where it glowed dimly through the squares of the lattice-panes. "dolores!" he cried aloud; "dolores! dolores!" it was the name of none there. "my god! what woman is it he calls?" his wife asked in her torture. but none ever knew. through half the night his faint pulse beat, his faint breath came and went; but consciousness never more returned, and for ever he muttered only that one name, that name which was not her own. and when they laid the dead body in its shroud, they found on the left arm above the elbow the word "dolores" marked on the skin, as sailors stamp letters in their flesh. but whose it was, or what woe or passion it recorded, none ever knew--not even his wife, who had believed she shared his every thought. and to his grave his dead and secret love went with him. this man was but a gay, frank, high-spirited gentleman, of no great knowledge, and of no great attainments, riding fearlessly, laughing joyously, living liberally; not a man, one would have said, to know any deep passions, to treasure any bitter memories--and yet he had loved one woman so well that he had never spoken of her, and never forgotten her; never--not even in his death-hour, when the poor, stunned, stifled brain had forgotten all other things of earth. and so it seems to me that it is very often with you, and that you bear with you through your lifetime the brand of an unforgotten name, branded deep in, in days of passion, that none around you ever wot of, and that the wife who sleeps on your heart never knows. it is dead--the old love--long dead. and yet, when your last hour shall come, and your senses shall be dizzy with death, the pale loves of the troth and the hearth will fade from you, and this love alone will abide. * * * "modern painters do not owe you much, sir," said a youngster to him once, writhing under the _midas'_ ruthless flagellation of his first academy picture. "on the contrary," said the great censor, taking his snuff; "they owe me much, or might have owed me much. if they had only listened to me, they would have saved every shilling that they have thrown away on canvas!" * * * in your clubs and your camps, in your mischievous moods and your philosophic moods, always indeed theoretically, you consider all women immoral (except just, of course, your own mothers); but practically, when your good-feeling is awakened, or your honest faith honestly appealed to, you will believe in a woman's honour with a heartiness and strength for which she will look in vain in her own sex. according to your jests, the world is one vast harem, of which all the doors are open to every man, and whose fair inmates are all alike impressionable to the charm of intrigue or to the chink of gold. but, in simple earnest and reality, i have heard the wildest and most debonair amongst you--once convinced of the honour and innocence looking from a woman's eyes--stand up in defence of these when libelled in her absence, with a zeal and a stanchness that did my heart good. * * * his simple creed, "the good faith of a gentleman," forbade him to injure what lay defenceless at his mercy. ah! revile that old faith as you will, it has lasted longer than any other cultus; and whilst altars have reeled, and idols been shattered, and priests changed their teachings, and peoples altered their gods, the old faith has lasted through all; and the simple instinct of the greek eupatrid and of the roman patrician still moves the heart of the english gentleman--the instinct of _noblesse oblige_. * * * "the exception proves the rule," runs your proverb; but why, i wonder, is it that you always only believe in the rule, and are always utterly sceptical as to the existence of the exception? * * * the sun shone in over the roofs; the bird in its cage began a low tremulous song; the murmur of all the crowded streets came up upon the silence; and nellie lay there dead;--the light upon her curly hair, and on her mouth the smile that had come there at his touch. "ah, my dear!" said fanfreluche, as she ceased her story, with a half-soft and half-sardonic sadness, "she was but a little, ignorant, common player, who made but three pounds a week, and who talked the slang of the streets, and who thought shrimps and tea a meal for the gods, and who made up her own dresses with her own hands, out of tinsel and tarlatanes and trumperies, and who knew no better than to follow the blind, dumb instincts of good that, self-sown and uncultured, lived in her--god knows how!--as the harebells, with the dew on them, will live amidst the rank, coarse grass of graveyards. she was but a poor little player, who tried to be honest where all was corruption, who tried to walk straightly where all ways were crooked. so she died to-day in a garret, my dear." * * * if all men in whose hearts lives a dull, abiding grief, whose throbs death and death only ever will still, deserted for desert or ocean your world of fame and of fashion, how strangely that world would look! how much eloquence would be dumb in your senatorial chambers; how many a smile would be missing from your ball-rooms and hunting-fields; how many a frank laugh would die off for ever from your ear; how many a well-known face would vanish from your clubs, from your park, from your dinner-tables, from your race-stands! and how seldom would it be those that you had pitied who would go!--how often would the vacant place be that place where so many seasons through you had seen, and had envied, the gayest, the coldest, the most light-hearted, the most cynical amongst you! ah! let society be thankful that men in their bitterness do not now fly, as of old, to monastery or to hermitage; for, did they do so, society would send forth her gilded cards to the wilderness. * * * "_une vie manquée!_" says the world. is there any threnody over a death half so unutterably sad as that one jest over a life? "_manquée!_"--the world has no mercy on a hand that has thrown the die and has lost; no tolerance for the player who, holding fine cards, will not play them by the rules of the game. "_manquée!_" the world says, with a polite sneer, of the lives in which it beholds no blazoned achievement, no public success. and yet, if it were keener of sight, it might see that those lives, not seldom, may seem to have missed of their mark, because their aim was high over the heads of the multitude; or because the arrow was sped by too eager a hand in too rash a youth, and the bow lies unstrung in that hand when matured. it might see that those lives which look so lost, so purposeless, so barren of attainment, so devoid of object or fruition, have sometimes nobler deeds in them and purer sacrifice than lies in the home-range of its own narrowed vision. "_manquée!_"--do not cast that stone idly: how shall you tell, as you look on the course of a life that seems to you a failure, because you do not hear its "_io triumphe_" on the lips of a crowd, what sweet dead dreams, what noble vain desires, what weariness of futile longing, what conscious waste of vanished years--nay, what silent acts of pure nobility, what secret treasures of unfathomed love--may lie within that which seems in your sight even as a waste land untilled, as a fire burnt out, as a harp without chords, as a bird without song? * * * genius is oftentimes but a poor fool, who, clinging to a thing that belongs to no age, truth, does oftentimes live on a pittance and die in a hospital; but whosoever has the gift to measure aright their generation is invincible--living, they shall enjoy all the vices undetected; and dead, on their tombstones they shall possess all the virtues. * * * cant, naked, is honoured throughout england. cant, clothed in gold, is a king never in england resisted. * * * "ben dare, he be dead?" he asked suddenly. "they telled me so by darron's side."[a] [a] the river derwent. ambrose bent his head, silently. "when wur't?" "last simmar-time, i' th' aftermath." "it were a ston' as killed him?" "ay," said ambrose, softly shading his eyes with his hand from the sun that streamed through the aisles of pine. "how wur't?" "they was a blastin'. he'd allus thoct as he'd dee that way, you know. they pit mair pooder i' quarry than common; and the ston' it split, and roared, and crackit, wi' a noise like tha crack o' doom. and one bit on 't, big as ox, were shot i' th' air, an' fell, unlookit for like, and dang him tew the groun', and crushit him,--a-lyin' richt athwart his brist." "an' they couldna stir it?" "they couldna. i heerd tha other min screech richt tew here, an' i knew what it wur, tha shrill screech comin' jist i' top o' tha blastin' roar; an' i ran, an' ran--na gaze-hound fleeter. an' we couldna raise it--me an' tam, an' job, an' gideon o' the mere, an' moses legh o' wissen edge, a' strong min and i' our prime. we couldna stir it, till moses o' wissen edge he thoct o' pittin' fir-poles underneath--poles as was sharp an' slim i' thur ends, an' stout an' hard further down. whin tha poles was weel thrust under we heaved, an' heaved, an' heaved, and got it slanted o' one side, and drawed him out; an' thin it were too late, too late! a' tha brist was crushit in--frushed flesh and bone together. he jist muttered i' his throat, 'tha little lass, tha little lass!' and then he turned him on his side, and hid his face upo' the sod. when we raised him he wur dead." the voice of ambrose sank very low; and where he leaned over his smithy door the tears fell slowly down his sun-bronzed cheeks. "alack a day!" sighed daffe, softly. "sure a better un niver drew breath i' the varsal world!" "an' that's trew," ambrose made answer, his voice hushed and very tender. "he was varra changed like," murmured daffe, his hand wandering amongst the golden blossoms of the stonecrop. "he niver were the same crittur arter the lass went awa'. he niver were the same--niver. ta seemed tew mak an auld man o' him a' at once." "it did," said ambrose, brokenly. "he couldna bear tew look na tew spik to nane o' us. he were bent i' body, an' gray o' head, that awfu' night when he kem back fra' the waking. it were fearfu' tew see; and we couldna dew naught. th' ony thing as he'd take tew were trust." "be dog alive?" "na. trust he'd never quit o' ben's grave. he wouldna take bit na drop. he wouldna be touchit; not whin he was clem would he be tempted awa'. and he died--jist tha fifth day arter his master." "an' the wench? hev' 'ee e'er heerd on her?" "niver--niver. mappen she's dead and gone tew. she broke ben's heart for sure; long ere tha ston' crushit life out o't." "and wheer may he lie?" ambrose clenched his brawny hand, his eyes darkened, his swarthy face flushed duskily. "wheer? what think 'ee, daffe? when we took o' him up for the burial, ta tha church ower theer beyant tha wood, the passon he stoppit us, a' tha gate of tha buryin' field. the passon he med long words, and sed as how a unb'liever sud niver rest i' blessed groun', sin he willna iver enter into the sight o' tha lord. he sed as how ben were black o' heart and wicked o' mind, an' niver set fute i' church-door, and niver ate o' tha sacrament bread, and niver not thocht o' god nor o' devil; an' he wouldna say tha rites o'er him an' 'twere iver so, an' he wouldna let him lie i' tha holy earth, nor i' tha pale o' tha graveyard. well, we couldna gae agin him--we poor min, an' he a squire and passon tew. sae we took him back, five weary mile; and we brocht him here, and we dug his grave under them pines, and we pit a cross o' tha bark to mark the place, and we laid old trust, when he died, by his side. i were mad with grief like, thin; it were awfu' ta ha' him forbad christian burial." "dew it matter?" asked the gentle daffe, wistfully. he had never been within church-doors himself. ambrose gave a long troubled sigh. "aweel! at first it seemed awfu'--awfu'! and to think as ben 'ud niver see the face o' his god was mair fearfu' still. but as time gees on and on--i can see his grave fra' here, tha cross we cut is tha glimmer o' white on that stem ayont,--it dew seem as 'tis fitter like fer him to lie i' tha fresh free woods, wi' tha birds a' chirmin' abuve him, an' a' tha forest things as he minded a flyin', an' nestin', an' runnin', an' rejoicin' arount him. 'tis allus so still there, an' peacefu'. 'tis blue and blue now, wi' tha hy'cinths; and there's one bonnie mavis as dew make her home wi' each spring abuve the gravestone. 'bout not meetin' his god, i dunno--i darena saw nowt anent it--but, for sure, it dew seem to me that we canna meet him no better, nor fairer, than wi' lips that ha ne'er lied to man nor to woman, and wi' hands as niver hae harmed the poor dumb beasts nor the prattlin' birds. it dew seem so. i canna tell." as the words died off his lips the sun fell yet more brightly through the avenues of the straight, dark, odorous pines; sweet silent winds swept up the dewy scents of mosses, and of leaves, and of wild hyacinths; and on the stillness of that lonely place there came one tremulous, tender sound. it was the sound of the mavis singing. "i canna tell; but for sure it is well with him?" said ambrose; and he bared his head, and bowed it humbly, as though in the voice of the mavis he heard the answer of god: "it is well." ah! i trust that it may be so for you; that the sweetness of your arrogant dreams of an unshared eternity be not wholly a delusion; that for you--although to us you do deny it--there may be found pity, atonement, compensation, in some great hereafter. * * * "i have heard a very great many men and women call the crows carrion birds, and the jackals carrion beasts, with an infinite deal of disgust and much fine horror at what they were pleased to term 'feasting on corpses;' but i never yet heard any of them admit their own appetite for the rotten 'corpse' of a pheasant, or the putrid haunch of a deer, to be anything except the choice taste of an epicure!" "but they do cook the corpses!" i remonstrated; whereupon she grinned with more meaning than ever. "exactly what i am saying, my dear. their love of synonyms has made them forget that they are _carnivori_, because they talk so sweetly of the _cuisine_. a poor, blundering, honest, ignorant lion only kills and eats when the famine of his body forces him to obey that law of slaughter which is imposed on all created things, from the oyster to the man, by what we are told is the beautiful and beneficent economy of creation. of course, the lion is a brutal and bloodthirsty beast of prey, to be hunted down off the face of the earth as fast as may be. whereas man--what does he do? he devours the livers of a dozen geese in one _pâté_; he has lobsters boiled alive, that the scarlet tint may look tempting to his palate; he has fish cut up or fried in all its living agonies, lest he should lose one _nuance_ of its flavour; he has the calf and the lamb killed in their tender age, that he may eat dainty sweetbreads; he has quails and plovers slaughtered in the nesting-season, that he may taste a slice of their breasts; he crushes oysters in his teeth whilst life is in them; he has scores of birds and animals slain for one dinner, that he may have the numberless dishes which fashion exacts; and then--all the time talking softly of _rissôle_ and _mayonnaise_, of _consommé_ and _entremet_, of _croquette_ and _côtelette_--the dear _gourmet_ discourses on his charming science, and thanks god that he is not as the parded beasts that prey!" "well," said i, sulkily, for i am fond myself of a good _vol-au-vent_,--"well, you have said that eating is a law in the economies--or the waste--of creation. is it not well to clothe a distasteful and barbaric necessity in a refining guise and under an elegant nomenclature?" "sophist!" said fanfreluche, with much scorn, though she herself is as keen an epicure and as suave a sophist, for that matter, as i know,--"i never denied that it was well for men to cheat themselves, through the art of their cooks, into believing that they are not brutes and beasts of prey--it is well exceedingly--for their vanity. life is sustained only by the destruction of life. cookery, the divine, can turn this horrible fact into a poetic idealism; can twine the butcher's knife with lilies, and hide the carcass under roses. but i do assuredly think that, when they sit down every night with their _menu_ of twenty services, they should not call the poor lion bad names for eating an antelope once a fortnight." and, with the true consistency of preachers, fanfreluche helped herself to a madeira stewed kidney which stood amongst other delicacies on the deserted luncheon table. * * * "if this play should succeed it will be a triumph of true art," said another critical writer to dudley moore. that great personage tapped his louis-quinze snuffbox with some impatience. "pardon me, but it is not possible to have art at all on the stage. art is a pure idealism. you can have it in a statue, a melody, a poem; but you cannot have it on the stage, which is at its highest but a graphic realism. the very finest acting is only fine in proportion as it is an exact reproduction of physical life. how, then, can it be art, which is only great in proportion as it escapes from the physical life into the spiritual?" "but may not dramatic art escape thither also?" asked the critic, who was young, and deferred to him. "impossible, sir. it is shackled with all the forms of earth, and--worse still--with all its shams and commonplaces. when we read _othello_, we only behold the tempest of the passions and the wreck of a great soul; but when we see _othello_, we are affronted by the colour of the moor's skin, and are brought face to face with the vulgarities of the bolster!" "then there is no use in a stage at all?" "i am not prepared to conclude that. it is agreeable to a vast number of people: as a frith or an o'neil is agreeable to a vast number of people to whom an ary scheffer or a delaroche would be unintelligible. it is better, perhaps, that this vast number should look at friths and o'neils than that they should never look on any painting at all. now the stage paints rudely, often tawdrily; still it does paint. it is better than nothing. i take it that the excellence, as the end, of histrionic art is to portray, to the minds of the many, poetic conceptions which, without such realistic rendering, would remain unknown and impalpable to all save the few. histrionic art is at its greatest only when it is the follower and the interpreter of literature; the actor translates the poet's meanings into the common tongue that is understood of the people. but how many on the miserable stage of this country have ever had either humility to perceive, or capability to achieve this?" the other critic smiled. "i imagine not one, in our day. their view of their profession is similar to mrs. delamere's, when max moncrief wrote that sparkling comedy for her. 'my dear,' she said to him, 'why did you trouble yourself to put all that wit and sense into it? we didn't want _that_. i shall wear all my diamonds, and i have ordered three splendid new dresses!'" * * * all day long the fowls kept it alive with sound and movement; for of all mercurial and fussy things there is nothing on the face of the earth to equal cocks and hens. they have such an utterly exaggerated sense, too, of their own importance; they make such a clacking and clucking over every egg, such a scratching and trumpeting over every morsel of treasure-trove, and such a striding and stamping over every bit of well-worn ground. on the whole, i think poultry have more humanity in them than any other race, footed or feathered; and cocks certainly must have been the first creatures that ever hit on the great art of advertising. myself i always fancy that the souls of this feathered tribe pass into the bodies of journalists; but this may be a mere baseless association of kindred ideas in my mind. * * * she kissed the dog on the forehead; then pointed to the kreel of shells and seaweed on the red, smooth piece of rock. "take care of them, dear bronze," she murmured; "and wait till i come back. wait here." she did not mean to command; she only meant to console him by the appointment of some service. bronze looked in her face with eyes of woe and longing; but he made no moan or sound, but only stretched himself beside the kreel on guard. i am always glad to think that as she went she turned, and kissed him once again. the boat flew fast over the water. when boats leave you, and drag your heart with them, they always go like that; and when they come, and your heart darts out to meet them, then they are so slow! the boat flew like a seagull, the sun bright upon her sail. bronze, left upon the rock, lifted his head and gave one long, low wail. it echoed woefully and terribly over the wide, quiet waters. they gave back no answer--not even the poor answer that lies in echo. it was very still there. nothing was in sight except that single little sail shining against the light, and flying--flying--flying. now and then you could hear a clock striking in the distant village, the faint crow of a cock, the far-off voices of children calling to one another. the little sea-mouse stole athwart a pool; the grey sea-crabs passed like a little army; the tiny sea creatures that dwelt in rosy shells thrust their delicate heads from their houses to peep and wonder at the sun. but all was noiseless. how dared they make a sound, when that great sea, that was at once their life and death, was present with its never-ceasing "hush!" bronze never moved, and his eyes never turned from the little boat that went and left him there--the little boat that fast became merely a flash and speck of white against the azure air, no bigger than the breadth of a seagull's wings. an hour drifted by. the church-clock on the cliffs had struck four times; a deep-toned, weary bell, that tolled for every quarter, and must often have been heard, at dead of night, by dying men, drowning unshriven and unhouselled. suddenly the sand about us, so fawn-hued, smooth, and beautifully ribbed, grew moist, and glistened with a gleam of water, like eyes that fill with tears. bronze never saw: he only watched the boat. a little later the water gushed above the sand, and, gathering in a frail rippling edge of foam, rolled up and broke upon the rock. and still he never saw; for still he watched the boat. awhile, and the water grew in volume, and filled the mouse's pool till it brimmed over, and bathed the dull grasses till they glowed like flowers; and drew the sea-crabs and the tiny dwellers of the shells back once more into its wondrous living light. and all around the fresh tide rose, silently thus about the rocks and stones; gliding and glancing in all the channels of the shore, until the sands were covered, and the grasses gathered in, and all the creeping, hueless things were lost within its space; and in the stead of them, and of the bronzed palm-leaves of weed, and of the great brown boulders gleaming in the sun, there was but one vast lagoon of shadowless bright water everywhere. and still he never saw; for still he watched the boat. by this time the tide, rolling swiftly in before a strong sou'-wester, had risen midway against the rock on which we had been left, and was breaking froth and foam upon the rock's worn side. for this rock alone withstood the passage of the sea: there was naught else but this to break the even width of water. all other things save this had been subdued and reapen. it was all deep water around; and the water glowed a strange emerald green, like the green in a lizard or snake. the shore, that had looked so near, now seemed so far, far off; and the woods were hidden in mist, and the cottages were all blurred with the brown of the cliff, and there came no sound of any sort from the land--no distant bell, no farm-bird's call, no echo of children's voices. there was only one sound at all; and that was the low, soft, ceaseless murmuring of the tide as it glided inward. the waters rose till they touched the crest of the rock; but still he never moved. stretched out upon the stone, guarding the things of her trust, and with his eyes fastened on the sail which rose against the light, he waited thus--for death. i was light, and a strong swimmer. i had been tossed on those waves from my birth. buffeted, fatigued, blind with the salt sea-spray, drenched with the weight of the water, i struggled across that calm dread width of glassy coldness, and breathless reached the land. by signs and cries i made them wot that something needed them at sea. they began to get ready a little boat, bringing it down from its wooden rest on high dry ground beneath the cliff. whilst they pushed and dragged through the deep-furrowed sand i gazed seaward. the shore was raised; i could see straight athwart the waters. they now were level with the rock; and yet he had never moved. the little skiff had passed round the bend of a bluff, and was out of his sight and ours. the boat was pushed into the surf; they threw me in. they could see nothing, and trusted to my guidance. i had skill enough to make them discover whither it was i wanted them to go. then, looking in their eagerness whither my eyes went, they saw him on the rock, and with a sudden exercise of passionate vigour, bent to their oars and sent the boat against the hard opposing force of the resisting tide. for they perceived that, from some cause, he was motionless there, and could not use his strength; and they knew that it would be shame to their manhood if, within sight of their land, the creature who had succoured their brethren in the snow, and saved the two-year child from the storm, should perish before their sight on a calm and unfretted sea and in a full noon sun. it was but a furlong to that rock; it was but the breadth of the beach, that at low water stretched uncovered; and yet how slowly the boat sped, with the ruthless tide sweeping it back as fast as the oars bore it forward! so near we seemed to him that one would have thought a stone flung from us through the air would have lit far beyond him; and yet the space was enough, more than enough, to bar us from him, filled as it was with the strong adverse pressure of those low, swift, in-rushing waves. the waters leaped above the summit of the rock, and for a moment covered him. a great shout went up from the rowers beside me. they strained in every nerve to reach him; and the roll of a fresh swell of water lifted the boat farther than their uttermost effort could achieve, but lifted her backward, backward to the land. when the waters touched him he arose slowly, and stood at bay like a stag upon a headland, when the hounds rage behind, and in front yawns the fathomless lake. he stood so that he still guarded the things of his trust; and his eyes were still turned seaward, watching for the vanished sail. once again the men, with a loud cry to him of courage and help, strained at their oars, and drove themselves a yard's breadth farther out. and once again the tide, with a rush of surf and shingle, swept the boat back, and seemed to bear her to the land as lightly as though she were a leaf with which a wind was playing. the waters covered the surface of the rock. it sank from sight. the foam was white about his feet, and still he stood there--upon guard. everywhere there was the brilliancy of noontide sun; everywhere there was the beaming calmness of the sea, that spread out, far and wide, in one vast sheet of light; from the wooded line of the shore there echoed the distant gaiety of a woman's laugh. a breeze, softly stirring through the warm air, brought with it from the land the scent of myrtle thickets and wild flowers. how horrible they were--the light, the calm, the mirth, the summer fragrance! for one moment he stood there erect; his dark form sculptured, lion-like, against the warm yellow light of noon; about his feet the foam. then, all noiselessly, a great, curled, compact wave surged over him, breaking upon him, sweeping him away. the water spread out quickly, smooth and gleaming like the rest. he rose, grasping in his teeth the kreel of weed and shells. he had waited until the last. driven from the post he would not of himself forsake, the love of life awoke in him; he struggled against death. three times he sank, three times he rose. the sea was now strong, and deep, and swift of pace, rushing madly in; and he was cumbered with that weight of osier and of weed, which yet he never yielded, because it had been her trust. with each yard that the tide bore him forward, by so much it bore us backward. there was but the length of a spar between us, and yet it was enough! he rose for the fourth time, his head above the surf, the kreel uplifted still, the sun-rays full upon his brown weary eyes, with all their silent agony and mute appeal. then the tide, fuller, wilder, deeper with each wave that rolled, and washing as it went all things of the shore from their places, flung against him, as it swept on, a great rough limb of driftwood. it struck him as he rose; struck him across the brow. the wave rushed on; the tide came in; the black wood floated to the shore; he never rose again. and scarcely that span of the length of a spar had parted us from him when he sank! all the day through they searched, and searched with all the skill of men sea-born and sea-bred. the fisher, whose little child he had saved in the winter night, would not leave him to the things of the deep. and at sunset they found him, floating westward, in the calm water where the rays of the sun made it golden and warm. he was quite dead; but in his teeth there still was clenched the osier kreel, washed empty of its freight. they buried him there; on the shore underneath the cliff, where a great wild knot of myrtle grows, and the honeysuckle blooms all over the sand. and when lord beltran in that autumn came, and heard how he had died in the fulfilling of a trust, he had a stone shapen and carved; and set it against the cliff, amongst the leafage and flowers, high up where the highest winter tide will not come. and by his will the name of bronze was cut on it in deep letters that will not wear out, and on which the sun will strike with every evening that it shall pass westward above the sea; and beneath the name he bade three lines be chiselled likewise, and they are these: "he chose death rather than unfaithfulness. he knew no better. he was a dog." "they are all words. creatures that take out their grief in crape and mortuary tablets can't feel very much." "there are many lamentations, from lycidas to lesbia, which prove that whether for a hero or a sparrow--" i began timidly to suggest. "that's only a commonplace," snapped my lady. "they chatter and scribble; they don't feel. they write stanzas of 'gush' on maternity; and tear the little bleating calf from its mother to bleed to death in a long, slow agony. they maunder twaddle about infancy over some ugly red lump of human flesh, in whose creation their vanity happens to be involved; and then go out and send the springtide lamb to the slaughter, and shoot the parent birds as they fly to the nest where their fledglings are screaming in hunger! pooh! did you never find out the value of their words? some one of them has said that speech was given them to conceal their thoughts. it is true that they use it for that end; but it was given them for this reason. at the time of the creation, when all except man had been made, the angel of life, who had been bidden to summon the world out of chaos, moving over the fresh and yet innocent earth, thought to himself, 'i have created so much that is doomed to suffer for ever, and for ever be mute; i will now create an animal that shall be compensated for all suffering by listening to the sound of its own voluble chatter.' whereon the angel called man into being, and cut the _frænum_ of his tongue, which has clacked incessantly ever since, all through the silence of the centuries." * * * there was once a dog, my dear, that was hit by three men, one after another, as they went by him where he lay in the sun; and in return he bit them--deep--and they let him alone then, and ever after sought to propitiate him. well, the first he bit in the arm, where there was a brand for deserting; and the second he bit in the throat, where there was a hideous mole; and the third he bit in the shoulder, where there was the mark of a secret camorra. now, not one of these three durst speak of the wounds in places they all wished to hide; and whenever afterwards they passed the dog, they gave him fair words, and sweet bones, and a wide berth. it is the dogs, and the satirists, and the libellers, and the statesmen who know how to bite like that--in the weak part--that get let alone, and respected, and fed on the fat of the land. * * * for him by whom a thirsty ear is lent to the world's homage, the tocsin of feebleness, if not of failure, has already sounded. the gladness of the man is come when the crowds lisp his name, and the gold fills his hand, and the women's honeyed adulations buzz like golden bees about his path; but how often is the greatness of the artist gone, and gone for ever! because when the world denies you it is easy to deny the world; because when the bread is bitter it is easy not to linger at the meal; because when the oil is low it is easy to rise with dawn; because when the body is without surfeit or temptation it is easy to rise above earth on the wings of the spirit. poverty is very terrible to you, and kills your soul in you sometimes; but it is like the northern blast that lashes men into vikings; it is not the soft, luscious south wind that lulls them into lotos-eaters. * * * i have grave doubts of mrs. siddons. she was a goddess of the age of fret and fume, of stalk and strut, of trilled r's and of nodding plumes. if we had siddons now i fear we should hiss; i am quite sure we should yawn. she must have been melpomene always; nature never. * * * oh, how wise you are and how just!--if there be a spectacle on earth to rejoice the angels, it is your treatment of the animals that you say god has given unto you! it is not for me, a little dog, to touch on such awful mysteries; but--sometimes--i wonder, if ever he ask you how you have dealt with his gift, what will you answer then? if all your slaughtered millions should instead answer for you--if all the countless and unpitied dead, all the goaded, maddened beasts from forest and desert who were torn asunder in the holidays of rome; and all the innocent, playful, gentle lives of little home-bred creatures that have been racked by the knives, and torn by the poisons, and convulsed by the torments, of your modern science, should, instead, answer, with one mighty voice, of a woe no longer inarticulate, of an accusation no more disregarded, what then? well! then, if it be done unto you as you have done, you will seek for mercy and find none in all the width of the universe; you will writhe, and none shall release you; you will pray, and none shall hear. * * * "these fine things don't make one's happiness," i murmured pensively to fanfreluche. "no, my dear, they don't," the little worldling admitted. "they do to women; they're so material, you see. they are angels--o yes, of course!--but they're uncommonly sharp angels where money and good living are concerned. just watch them--watch the tail of their eye--when a cheque is being written or an _éprouvette_ being brought to table. and after all, you know, minced chicken is a good deal nicer than dry bread. of course we can easily be sentimental and above this sort of thing, when the chicken _is_ in our mouths where we sit by the fire; but if we were gnawing wretched bones, out in the cold of the streets, i doubt if we should feel in such a sublime mood. all the praises of poverty are sung by the minstrel who has got a golden harp to chant them on; and all the encomiums on renunciation come from your _bon viveur_ who never denied himself aught in his life!" * * * emotions are quite as detrimental to a dog's tail as they are to a lady's complexion. joseph buonaparte's american wife said to an american gentleman, whom i heard quote her words, that she "never laughed because it made wrinkles:" there is a good deal of wisdom in that cachinatory abstinence. there is nothing in the world that wears people (or dogs) so much as feeling of any kind, tender, bitter, humoristic, or emotional. how often you commend a fresh-coloured matron with her daughters, and a rosy-cheeked hunting squire in his saddle, who, with their half-century of years, yet look so comely, so blooming, so clear-browed, and so smooth-skinned. how often you distrust the weary delicate creature, with the hectic flush of her rouge, in society; and the worn, tired, colourless face of the man of the world who takes her down to dinner. well, to my fancy, you may be utterly wrong. an easy egotism, a contented sensualism, may have carried the first comfortably and serenely through their bank-note-lined paradise of commonplace existence. how shall you know what heart-sickness in their youth, what aching desires for joys never found, what sorrowful power of sympathy, what fatal keenness of vision, have blanched the faded cheek, and lined the weary mouth, of the other twain? * * * "sheep and men are very much alike," said trust, who thought both very poor creatures. "very much alike indeed. they go in flocks, and can't give a reason why. they leave their fleece on any bramble that is strong enough to insist on fleecing them. they bleat loud at imagined evils, while they tumble straight into real dangers. and for going off the line, there's nothing like them. there may be pits, thorns, quagmires, spring-guns, what not, the other side of the hedge, but go off the straight track they will--and no dog can stop them. it's just the sheer love of straying. you may bark at them right and left; go they will, though they break their legs down a limekiln. oh, men and sheep are wonderfully similar; take them all in all." * * * ah! you people never guess the infinite woe we dogs suffer in new homes, under strange tyrannies; you never heed how we shrink from unfamiliar hands, and shudder at unfamiliar voices, how lonely we feel in unknown places, how acutely we dread harshness, novelty, and scornful treatment. dogs die oftentimes of severance from their masters; there is greyfriars' bobby now in edinboro' town who never has been persuaded to leave his dead owner's grave all these many years through. you see such things, but you are indifferent to them. "it is only a dog," you say; "what matter if the brute fret to death?" you don't understand it of course; you who so soon forget all your own dead--the mother that bore you, the mistress that loved you, the friend that fought with you shoulder to shoulder; and of course, also, you care nothing for the measureless blind pains, the mute helpless sorrows, the vague lonely terrors, that ache in our little dumb hearts. * * * lucretius has said how charming it is to stand under a shelter in a storm, and see another hurrying through its rain and wind; but a woman would refine that sort of cruelty, and would not be quite content unless she had an umbrella beside her that she refused to lend. * * * "oh, pooh, my dear!" cried fanfreluche. "he has robbed his host at cards, and abused his host behind his back; to fulfil the whole duty of a nineteenth century guest it only remains for him to betray his host in love!" "you think very ill of men?" i muttered; i was, indeed, slightly weary of her sceptical supercilious treatment of all things; your pseudo-philosopher, who will always think he has plumbed the ocean with his silver-topped cane, is a great bore sometimes. "i think very well of men," returned fanfreluche. "you are mistaken, my dear. there are only two things that they never are honest about--and that is their sport and their women. when they get talking of their rocketers, or their runs, their pigeon-score, or their _bonnes fortunes_, they always lie--quite unconsciously. and if they miss their bird or their woman, isn't it always because the sun was in their eyes as they fired, or because she wasn't half good-looking enough to try after?--bless your heart, i know them!" "if you do, you are not complimentary to them," i grumbled. "can't help that, my dear," returned fanfreluche. "gracious! whatever is there that stands the test of knowing it well? i have heard beltran say, that you find out what an awful humbug the staubbach is when you go up to the top and see you can straddle across it. well, the staubbach is just like everything in this life. keep your distance, and how well the creature looks!--all veiled in its spray, and all bright with its prismatic colours, so deep, and so vast, and so very impressive. but just go up to the top, scale the crags of its character, and measure the height of its aspirations, and fathom the torrent of its passions, and sift how much is the foam of speech, and how little is the well-spring of thought. well, my dear, it is a very uncommon creature if it don't turn out just like the staubbach." * * * i think if you knew what you did, even the most thoughtless amongst you would not sanction with your praise, and encourage with your coin, the brutality that trains dancing-dogs. have human mimes if you will; it is natural to humanity to caper and grimace and act a part: but for pity's sake do not countenance the torture with which avarice mercilessly trains us "dumb beasts" for the trade of tricks. "the clown-dog draws throngs to laugh and applaud," says some advertisement: yes, and i knew a very clever clown-dog once. his feet were blistered with the hot irons on which he had been taught to dance; his teeth had been drawn lest he should use his natural weapons against his cowardly tyrants; his skin beneath his short white hair was black with bruises; though originally of magnificent courage, his spirit had been so broken by torture that he trembled if a leaf blew against him; and his eyes--well, if the crowds that applauded him had once looked at those patient, wistful, quiet eyes, with their unutterable despair, those crowds would have laughed no more, unless they had indeed been devils. who has delivered us unto you to be thus tortured, and martyred? who?--oh, that awful eternal mystery that ye yourselves cannot explain! * * * believe me, it is the light or the darkness of our own fate that either gives "greenness to the grass and glory to the flower," or leaves both sickly, wan, and colourless. a little breadth of sunny lawn, the spreading shadow of a single beech, the gentle click of a little garden-gate, the scent of some simple summer roses--how fair these are in your memory because of a voice which then was on your ear, because of eyes that then gazed in your own. and the grandeur of nile, and the lustre of the after-glow, and the solemn desolation of carnac, and the wondrous beauty of the flushed sea of tossing reeds, are all cold, and dead, and valueless, because in those eyes no love now lies for you; because that voice, for you, is now for ever silent. * * * for, write as you will of the glory of poverty, and of the ennui of pleasure, there is no life like this life, wherein to the sight and the sense all things minister; wherefrom harsh discord and all unloveliness are banished: where the rare beauty of high-born women is common; where the passions at their wildest still sheathe themselves in courtesy's silver scabbard; where the daily habits of existence are made graceful and artistic; where grief, and woe, and feud, and futile longing for lost loves, can easiest be forgot in delicate laughter and in endless change. artificial? ah, well, it may be so! but since nevermore will you return to the life of the savage, to the wigwam of the squaw, it is best, methinks, that the art of living--the great _savoir vivre_--should be brought, as you seek to bring all other arts, up to uttermost perfection. * * * men are very much in society as women will them to be. let a woman's society be composed of men gently born and bred, and if she find them either coarse or stupid, make answer to her--"you must have been coarse or stupid yourself." and if she demur to the _tu quoque_ as to a base and illogical form of argument, which we will grant that it usually is, remind her that the cream of a pasturage may be pure and rich, but if it pass into the hands of a clumsy farm serving-maid, then shall the cheese made thereof be neither roquefort nor stilton, but rough and flavourless and uneatable, "like a banbury cheese, nothing but paring." now, the influence of a woman's intelligence on the male intellects about her is as the churn to the cream: it can either enrich and utilise it, or impoverish and waste it. it is not too much to say that it almost invariably, in the present decadence of the salon and parrot-jabbering of the suffrage, has the latter effect alone. * * * humiliation is a guest that only comes to those who have made ready his resting-place, and will give him a fair welcome. my father used to say to me, "child, when you grow to womanhood, whether you be rich or poor, gentle or simple, as the balance of your life may turn for or against you, remember always this one thing--that no one can disgrace you save yourself. dishonour is like the aaron's beard in the hedgerows, it can only poison if it be plucked." they call the belladonna aaron's beard in the country, you know; and it is true that the cattle, simple as they are, are never harmed by it; just because, though it is always in their path, they never stop and taste it. i think it may just be so with us; with any sort of evil. * * * "every pleasure has its penalty. if a woman be celebrated, the world always thinks she must be wicked. if she's wise, she laughs. it is the bitter that you must take with the sweet, as you get the sorrel flavour with the softness of the cream, in your soup à la bonne femme. but the cream would clog without it, and the combination is piquant." "only to jaded palates," i retorted; for i have often tasted the bonne femme, and detest it. by the way, what exquisite irony lies in some of your kitchen nomenclature! * * * once at a great house in the west i saw a gathering on the young lord's coming of age. there were half the highest people in england there; and a little while before the tenantry went to their banquet in the marquees, the boy-peer and his guests were all out on the terraces and the lawns. with him was a very noble deer-hound, whom he had owned for four years. suddenly the hound, red comyn, left his titled master, and plunged head-foremost through the patrician crowd, and threw himself in wild raptures on to a poor, miserable, tattered, travelling cobbler, who had dared to creep in through the open gates and the happy crowds, hoping for a broken crust. red comyn pounced on him, and caressed him, and laid massive paws upon his shoulders, and gave him maddest welcome--this poor hungry man, in the midst of that aristocratic festival. the cobbler could scarcely speak awhile; but when he got his breath, his arms were round the hound, and his eyes were wet with tears. "please pardon him, my lord," he said, all in a quiver and a tremble. "he was mine once from the time he was pupped for a whole two year; and he loved me, poor soul, and he ha'n't forgot. he don't know no better, my lord--he's only a dog." no; he didn't know any better than to remember, and be faithful, and to recognise a friend, no matter in what woe or want. ah, indeed, dogs are far behind you! for the credit of "the order," it may be added that red comyn and the cobbler have parted no more, but dwell together still upon that young lord's lands. * * * appearances are so and so, hence facts must be so and so likewise, is society's formula. this sounds mathematical and accurate; but as facts, nine times out of ten, belie appearances, the logic is very false. there is something, indeed, comically stupid in your satisfied belief in the surface of any parliamentary or public facts that may be presented to you, varnished out of all likeness to the truth by the suave periods of writer or speaker. but there is something tragically stupid about your dogged acceptation of any social construction of a private life, damned out of all possibility of redemption by the flippant deductions of chatter-box or of slanderer. now and then you poor humanities, who are always so dimly conscious that you are all lies to one another, get a glimpse of various truths from some cynical dead man's diary, or some statesman's secret papers. but you never are warned: you placidly continue greedily to gobble up, unexamined, the falsehoods of public men; and impudently to adjudicate on the unrevealed secrets of private lives. * * * you are given, very continually, to denouncing or lamenting the gradual encroachment of mob-rule. but, alas! whose fault, pray, is it that bill-discounters dwell as lords in ancient castles; that money-lenders reign over old, time-honoured lands; that low-born hirelings dare to address their master with a grin and sneer, strong in the knowledge of his shameful secrets; and that the vile daughters of the populace are throned in public places, made gorgeous with the jewels which, from the heirlooms of a great patriciate, have fallen to be the gew-gaws of a fashionable infamy? ah, believe me, an aristocracy is a feudal fortress which, though it has merciless beleaguers in the jacquerie of plebeian envy, has yet no foe so deadly as its own internal traitor of lost dignity! * * * "but ye dunna get good wage?" said the miner, with practical wisdom. "we doan't," confessed the east anglian, "we doan't. and that theer botherin' machinery as do the threshin', and the reapin', and the sawin', and the mowin', hev a ruined us. see!--in old time, when ground was frost-bit or water-soaked, the min threshed in-doors, in barns, and kep in work so. but now the machine, he dew all theer is to dew, and dew it up so quick. theer's a many more min than theer be things to dew. in winter-time measter he doan't want half o' us; and we're just out o' labour; and we fall sick, cos o' naethin' to eat; and goes tew parish--able-bodied min strong as steers." "machine's o' use i' mill-work," suggested one of the northerners. "o' use! ay, o' coorse 'tis o' use--tew tha measters," growled the east anglian. "but if ye warn't needed at yer mill cos the iron beast was a weavin' and a reelin' and a dewin' of it all, how'd yer feel? wi' six children, mebbe, biggest ony seven or eight, a crazin' ye for bread. and ye mayn't send 'em out, cos o' labour-laws, to pick up a halfpenny for theerselves; and tha passon be all agin yer, cos ye warn't thrifty and didn't gev a penny for the forrin blacks out o' the six shillin' a week? would yer think iron beast wor o' use thin? or would yer damn him hard?" * * * the poetic faculty--as you call the insight and the sympathy which feels a divinity in all created things and a joy unutterable in the natural beauty of the earth--is lacking in the generality of women, notwithstanding their claims to the monopoly of emotion. if it be not, how comes it that women have given you no great poet since the days of sappho? it is women's deficiency in intellect, you will observe. not a whit: it is women's deficiency in sympathy. the greatness of a poet lies in the universality of his sympathies. and women are not sympathetic, because they are intensely self-centred. * * * all living things seemed to draw closer together in the perils and privations of the winter, as you men do in the frost of your frights or your sorrows. in summer--as in prosperity--every one is for himself, and is heedless of others because he needs nothing of them. * * * it was covered, from the lowest of its stones to the top of its peaked roof, with a gigantic rose-thorn. "sure the noblest shrub as ever god have made," would ben say, looking at its massive, cactus-like branches, with their red, waxen, tender-coloured berries. the cottage was very old, and the rose-thorn was the growth of centuries. men's hands had never touched it. it had stretched where it would, ungoverned, unhampered, unarrested. it had a beautiful dusky glow about it always, from its peculiar thickness and its blended hues; and in the chilly weather the little robin red-breasts would come and flutter into it, and screen themselves in its shelter from the cold, and make it rosier yet with the brightness of their little ruddy throats. "tha christ-birds do allus seem safest like i' tha christ-bush," ben would say softly, breaking off the larger half of his portion of oaten cake, to crumble for the robins with the dawn. i never knew what he meant, though i saw he had some soft, grave, old-world story in his thoughts, that made the rose-thorn and the red-breasts both sacred to him. * * * "ah, my dear, you little dream the ecstatic delight that exists in waste, for the vulgarity of a mind that has never enjoyed possession, till it comes to riot at one blow in spoliation!" "i do wish you would answer me plainly," i said, sulkily, "without--without----" "epigrams!" she added, sharply; "i daresay you do, my dear. epigrams are the salts of life; but they wither up the grasses of foolishness, and naturally the grasses hate to be sprinkled therewith." * * * we are ill appreciated, we cynics; on my honour if cynicism be not the highest homage to virtue there is, i should like to know what virtue wants. we sigh over her absence, and we glorify her perfections. but virtue is always a trifle stuck-up, you know, and she is very difficult to please. she is always looking uneasily out of the "tail of her eye" at her opposition-leader sin, and wondering why sin dresses so well, and drinks such very good wine. we "cynics" tell her that under sin's fine clothes there is a breast cancer-eaten, and at the bottom of the wine there is a bitter dreg called satiety; but virtue does not much heed that; like the woman she is, she only notes that sin drives a pair of ponies in the sunshine, while she herself is often left to plod wearily through the everlasting falling rain. so she dubs us "cynics" and leaves us--who can wonder if we won't follow her through the rain? sin smiles so merrily if she makes us pay toll at the end; whereas virtue--ah me, virtue _will_ find such virtue in frowning! * * * women always put me in mind of that bird of yours, the cuckoo. your poetry and your platitudes have all combined to attach a most sentimental value to cuckoos and women. all sorts of pretty phantasies surround them both; the springtide of the year, the breath of early flowers, the verse of old dead poets, the scent of sweet summer rains, the light of bright dewy dawns--all these things you have mingled with the thought of the cuckoo, till its first call through the woods in april brings all these memories with it. just so in like manner have you entangled your poetic ideals, your dreams of peace and purity, all divinities of patience and of pity, all sweet saintly sacrifice and sorrow, with your ideas of women. well--cuckoos and women, believe me, are very much like each other, and not at all like your phantasy:--to get a well-feathered nest without the trouble of making it, and to keep easily in it themselves, no matter who may turn out in the cold, is both cuckoo and woman all over; and, while you quote herrick and wordsworth about them as you walk in the dewy greenwood, they are busy slaying the poor lonely fledglings, that their own young may lie snug and warm. * * * "then everybody is a hypocrite?" "not a bit, child. we always like what we haven't got; and people are quite honest very often in their professions, though they give the lie direct to them in their practice. people can talk themselves into believing that they believe anything. when the preacher discourses on the excellence of holiness, he may have been a thoroughgoing scamp all his life; but it don't follow he's dishonest, because he's so accustomed to talk goody-goody talk that it runs off his lips as the thread off a reel----" "but he must know he's a scamp?" "good gracious me, why should he? i have met a thousand scamps; but i never met one who considered himself so. self-knowledge isn't so common. bless you, my dear, a man no more sees himself, as others see him, in a moral looking-glass, than he does in a mirror out of his dressing-box. i know a man who has forged bills, run off with his neighbour's wife, and left sixty thousand pounds odd in debts behind him; but he only thinks himself 'a victim of circumstances'--honestly thinks it too. a man never is so honest as when he speaks well of himself. men are always optimists when they look inwards, and pessimists when they look round them." i yawned a little; nothing is so pleasant, as i have known later, as to display your worldly wisdom in epigram and dissertation, but it is a trifle tedious to hear another person display theirs. when you talk yourself, you think how witty, how original, how acute you are; but when another does so, you are very apt to think only--what a crib from rochefoucauld! _two little wooden shoes._ brussels has stones that are sermons, or rather that are quaint, touching, illuminated legends of the middle ages, which those who run may read. brussels is a gay little city that lies as bright within its girdle of woodland as any butterfly that rests upon moss. the city has its ways and wiles of paris. it decks itself with white and gold. it has music under its trees and soldiers in its streets, and troops marching and counter-marching along its sunny avenues. it has blue and pink, and yellow and green, on its awnings and on its house-fronts. it has a merry open-air life on its pavements at little marble tables before little gay-coloured cafés. it has gilded balconies and tossing flags and comic operas, and leisurely pleasure-seekers, and tries always to believe and make the world believe that it is paris in very truth. but this is only the brussels of the noblesse and the foreigners. there is a brussels that is better than this--a brussels that belongs to the old burgher-life, to the artists and the craftsmen, to the master masons of moyen-age, to the same spirit and soul that once filled the free men of ghent and the citizens of bruges and the besieged of leyden, and the blood of egmont and of horne. down there by the water-side, where the old quaint walls lean over the yellow sluggish stream, and the green barrels of the antwerp barges swing against the dusky piles of the crumbling bridges: in the grey square desolate courts of the old palaces, where in cobwebbed galleries and silent chambers the flemish tapestries drop to pieces: in the great populous square, where, above the clamorous and rushing crowds, the majestic front of the maison du roi frowns against the sun, and the spires and pinnacles of the burgomaster's gathering-halls tower into the sky in all the fantastic luxuriance of gothic fancy: under the vast shadowy wings of angels in the stillness of the cathedral, across whose sunny aisles some little child goes slowly all alone, laden with lilies for the feast of the assumption, till their white glory hides its curly head: in all strange quaint old-world niches withdrawn from men in silent grass-grown corners, where a twelfth-century corbel holds a pot of roses, or a gothic arch yawns beneath a wool-warehouse, or a water-spout with a grinning faun's head laughs in the grim humour of the moyen-age above the bent head of a young lace-worker;---- in all these, brussels, although more worldly than her sisters of ghent and bruges, and far more worldly yet than her teuton cousins of freiburg and nürnberg, brussels is in her own way still like some monkish story, mixed up with the romaunt of the rose, or rather like some light french vaudeville, all jests and smiles, illustrated in motley contrast with helm and hauberk, cope and cowl, praying knights and fighting priests, winged griffins and nimbused saints, flame-breathing dragons and enamoured princes, all mingled together in the illuminated colours and the heroical grotesque romance of the middle ages. and it was this side of the city that bébée knew, and she loved it well and would not leave it for the market of the madeleine. * * * it was a warm grey evening, the streets were full; there were blossoms in all the balconies, and gay colours in all the dresses. the old tinker put his tools together and whispered to her-- "bébée, as it is your feast-day, come and stroll in st. hubert's gallery, and i will buy you a horn of sugarplums or a ribbon, and we can see the puppet-show afterwards, eh?" but the children were waiting at home: she would not spend the evening in the city; she only thought she would just kneel a moment in the cathedral and say a little prayer or two for a minute--the saints were so good in giving her so many friends. there is something very touching in the netherlander's relation with his deity. it is all very vague to him; a jumble of veneration and familiarity, of sanctity and profanity, without any thought of being familiar, or any idea of being profane. there is a homely poetry, an innocent affectionateness, in it characteristic of the people. he talks to his good angel michel, and to his friend that dear little jesus, much as he would talk to the shoemaker over the way, or the cooper's child in the doorway. it is a very unreasonable, foolish, clumsy sort of religion, this theology in wooden shoes; it is half grotesque, half pathetic; the grandmothers pass it on to the grandchildren, as they pass the bowl of potatoes round the stove in the long winter nights; it is as silly as possible, but it comforts them as they carry faggots over the frozen canals or wear their eyes blind over the squares of lace; and it has in it the supreme pathos of a perfect confidence, of an utter childlike and undoubting trust. this had been taught to bébée, and she went to sleep every night in the firm belief that the sixteen little angels of the flemish prayer kept watch and ward over her bed. * * * she said her prayer, and thanked the saints for all their gifts and goodness, her clasped hands against her silver shield; her basket on the pavement by her; abovehead the sunset rays streaming purple and crimson and golden through the painted windows that are the wonder of the world. when her prayer was done she still kneeled there; her head thrown back to watch the light; her hands clasped still; and on her upturned face the look that made the people say, "what does she see?--the angels or the dead?" she forgot everything. she forgot the cherries at home, and the children even. she was looking upward at the stories of the painted panes; she was listening to the message of the dying sun-rays; she was feeling vaguely, wistfully, unutterably the tender beauty of the sacred place and the awful wonder of the world in which she with her sixteen years was all alone, like a little blue cornflower amongst the wheat that goes for grist, and the barley that makes men drunk. for she was alone, though she had so many friends. quite alone sometimes, for god had been cruel to her, and had made her a lark without song. * * * he went leisurely, travelling up the bright meuse river, and across the monotony of the plains, then green with wheat a foot high, and musical with the many bells of the easter kermesses in the quaint old-world villages. there was something so novel, so sleepy, so harmless, so mediæval, in the flemish life, that it soothed him. he had been swimming all his life in salt, sea-fed rapids; this sluggish, dull canal-water, mirroring between its rushes a life that had scarcely changed for centuries, had a charm for him. he stayed awhile in antwerpen. the town is ugly and beautiful; it is like a dull, quaint, grès de flandre jug, that has precious stones set inside its rim. it is a burgher ledger of bales and barrels, of sale and barter, of loss and gain; but in the heart of it there are illuminated leaves of missal vellum, all gold and colour, and monkish story and heroic ballad, that could only have been executed in the days when art was a religion. * * * "oh--to-morrow perhaps, or next year--or when fate fancies. "or rather--when i choose," he thought to himself, and let his eyes rest with a certain pleasure on the little feet that went beside him in the grass, and the pretty neck that showed ever and again, as the frills of her linen bodice were blown back by the wind, and her own quick motion. bébée looked also up at him; he was very handsome, or seemed so to her, after the broad, blunt, characterless faces of the brabantois around her. he walked with an easy grace, he was clad in picture-like velvets, he had a beautiful poetic head, and eyes like deep-brown waters, and a face like one of jordaens' or rembrandt's cavaliers in the galleries where she used to steal in of a sunday, and look up at the paintings, and dream of what that world could be in which those people had lived. "_you_ are of the people of rubes' country, are you not?" she asked him. "of what country, my dear?" "of the people that live in the gold frames," said bébée, quite seriously. "in the galleries, you know. i know a charwoman that scrubs the floors of the arenenberg, and she lets me in sometimes to look--and you are just like those great gentlemen in the gold frames, only you have not a hawk and a sword, and they always have. i used to wonder where they came from, for they are not like any of us one bit, and the charwoman--she is lisa dredel, and lives in the street of the pot d'etain--always said, 'dear heart, they all belong to rubes' land--we never see their like now-a-days.' but _you_ must come out of rubes' land--at least, i think so; do you not?" he caught her meaning; he knew that rubes was the homely abbreviation of rubens, that all the netherlanders used, and he guessed the idea that was reality to this little, lonely, fanciful mind. "perhaps i do," he answered her with a smile, for it was not worth his while to disabuse her thoughts of any imagination that glorified him to her. "do you not want to see rubes' world, little one? to see the gold and the grandeur, and the glitter of it all?--never to toil or get tired?--always to move in a pageant?--always to live like the hawks in the paintings you talk of, with silver bells hung round you, and a hood all sewn with pearls?" "no," said bébée, simply. "i should like to see it--just to see it, as one looks through a grating into the king's grapehouses here. but i should not like to live in it. i love my hut, and the starling, and the chickens--and what would the garden do without me?--and the children, and the old annémie? i could not anyhow, anywhere be any happier than i am. there is only one thing i wish." "and what is that?" "to know something. not to be so ignorant. just look--i can read a little, it is true; my hours, and the letters, and when krebs brings in a newspaper i can read a little of it--not much. i know french well, because antoine was french himself, and never did talk flemish to me; and they, being flemish, cannot, of course, read the newspapers at all, and so think it very wonderful indeed in me. but what i want is to know things, to know all about what _was_ before ever i was living. ste. gudule now--they say it was built hundreds of years before; and rubes again--they say he was a painter-king in antwerpen before the oldest woman like annémie ever began to count time. i am sure books tell you all those things, because i see the students coming and going with them; and when i saw once the millions of books in the rue de la musée, i asked the keeper what use they were for, and he said, 'to make men wise, my dear.' but bac the cobbler, who was with me,--it was a fête day--bac, _he_ said, 'do you not believe that, bébée? they only muddle folk's brains; for one book tells them one thing, and another book another, and so on, till they are dazed with all the contrary lying; and if you see a bookish man, be sure you see a very poor creature who could not hoe a patch, or kill a pig, or stitch an upper-leather, were it ever so.' but i do not believe that bac said right. did he?" "i am not sure. on the whole, i think it is the truest remark on literature i have ever heard, and one that shows great judgment in bac. well?" "well--sometimes, you know," said bébée, not understanding his answer, but pursuing her thoughts confidentially; "sometimes i talk like this to the neighbours, and they laugh at me. because mère krebs says that when one knows how to spin, and sweep, and make bread, and say one's prayers, and milk a goat or a cow, it is all a woman wants to know this side of heaven. but for me, i cannot help it--when i look at those windows in the cathedral, or at those beautiful twisted little spires that are all over our hôtel de ville, i want to know who the men were that made them--what they did and thought--how they looked and spoke--how they learned to shape stone into leaves and grasses like that--how they could imagine all those angel faces on the glass. when i go alone in the quite early morning or at night when it is still--sometimes in winter i have to stay till it is dark over the lace--i hear their feet come after me, and they whisper to me close, 'look what beautiful things we have done, bébée, and you all forget us quite. we did what never will die, but our names are as dead as the stones.' and then i am so sorry for them and ashamed. and i want to know more. can you tell me?" he looked at her earnestly; her eyes were shining, her cheeks were warm, her little mouth was tremulous with eagerness. "did any one ever speak to you in that way?" he asked her. "no," she answered him. "it comes into my head of itself. sometimes i think the cathedral angels put it there. for the angels must be tired, you know; always pointing to god and always seeing men turn away. i used to tell antoine sometimes. but he used to shake his head and say that it was no use thinking; most likely ste. gudule and st. michael had set the church down in the night all ready made--why not? god made the trees, and they were more wonderful, he thought, for his part. and so perhaps they are, but that is no answer. and i do _want_ to know. i want some one who will tell me,--and if you come out of rubes' country as i think, no doubt you know everything, or remember it?" he smiled. * * * the sun came and touched the lichens of the roof into gold. bébée smiled at it gaily as it rose above the tops of the trees, and shone on all the little villages scattered over the plains. "ah, dear sun!" she cried to it. "i am going to be wise. i am going into great rubes' country. i am going to hear of the past and the future. i am going to listen to what the poets say. the swallows never would tell me anything; but now i shall know as much as they know. are you not glad for me, o sun?" the sun came over the trees, and heard and said nothing. if he had answered at all he must have said:-- "the only time when a human soul is either wise or happy, is in that one single moment when the hour of my own shining or of the moon's beaming seems to that single soul to be past and present and future, to be at once the creation and the end of all things. faust knew that; so will you." but the sun shone on and held his peace. he sees all things ripen and fall. he can wait. he knows the end. it is always the same. he brings the fruit out of the peach-flower, and rounds it and touches it into ruddiest rose and softest gold; but the sun knows well that the peach must drop--whether into the basket to be eaten by kings, or on to the turf to be eaten by ants. what matter which very much after all? the sun is not a cynic; he is only wise because he is life and he is death, the creator and the corrupter of all things. * * * "and where are you going so fast, as if those wooden shoes of yours were sandals of mercury?" "mercury--is that a shoemaker?" "no, my dear. he did a terrible bit of cobbling once, when he made woman. but he did not shoe her feet with swiftness that i know of; she only runs away to be run after, and if you do not pursue her, she comes back--always." bébée did not understand at all. "i thought god made women?" she said, a little awe-stricken. * * * there is a dignity of peasants as well as of kings--the dignity that comes from all absence of effort, all freedom from pretence. bébée had this, and she had more still than this: she had the absolute simplicity of childhood with her still. some women have it still when they are fourscore. * * * prosper bar, who is a calvinist, always says, "do not mix up prayer and play; you would not cut a gherkin in your honey;" but i do not know why he called prayer a gherkin, because it is sweet enough--sweeter than anything, i think. * * * there is not much change in the great soignies woods. they are aisles on aisles of beautiful green trees, crossing and recrossing; tunnels of dark foliage that look endless; long avenues of beech, of oak, of elm, or of fir, with the bracken and the brushwood growing dense between; a delicious forest growth everywhere, shady even at noon, and, by a little past midday, dusky as evening; with the forest fragrance, sweet and dewy, all about, and under the fern the stirring of wild game, and the white gleam of little rabbits, and the sound of the wings of birds. soignies is not legend-haunted like the black forest, nor king-haunted like fontainebleau, nor sovereign of two historic streams like the brave woods of heidelberg; nor wild and romantic, and broken with black rocks, and poetised by the shade of jaques, and swept through by a perfect river, like its neighbours of ardennes; nor throned aloft on mighty mountains like the majestic oak glades of the swabian hills of the ivory-carvers. soignies is only a flemish forest in a plain, throwing its shadow over corn-fields and cattle-pastures, with no panorama beyond it and no wonders in its depth. but it is a fresh, bold, beautiful forest for all that. it has only green leaves to give--green leaves always, league after league; but there is about it that vague mystery which all forests have, and this universe of leaves seems boundless, and pan might dwell in it, and st. hubert, and john keats. * * * "i am going to learn to be very wise, dear," she told them; "i shall not have time to dance or to play." "but people are not merry when they are wise, bébée," said franz, the biggest boy. "perhaps not," said bébée; "but one cannot be everything, you know, franz." "but surely you would rather be merry than anything else?" "i think there is something better, franz. i am not sure; i want to find out; i will tell you when i know." "who has put that into your head, bébée?" "the angels in the cathedral," she told them, and the children were awed and left her, and went away to play blindman's buff by themselves on the grass by the swan's water. "but for all that the angels have said it," said franz to his sisters, "i cannot see what good it will be to her to be wise, if she will not care any longer afterwards for almond gingerbread and currant cake." * * * to vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery. * * * "ay dear; when the frost kills your brave rosebush, root and bud, do you think of the thorns that pricked you, or only of the fair sweet-smelling things that flowered all your summer?" * * * flowers belong to fairyland; the flowers and the birds, and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden age; the only perfectly beautiful things on earth, joyous, innocent, half divine, useless, say they who are wiser than god. * * * when the day was done, bébée gave a quick sigh as she looked across the square. she had so wanted to tell him that she was not ungrateful, and she had a little moss-rose ready, with a sprig of sweetbriar, and a tiny spray of maiden-hair fern that grew under the willows, which she had kept covered up with a leaf of sycamore all the day long. no one would have it now. the child went out of the place sadly, as the carillon rang. there was only the moss-rose in her basket, and the red and white currants that had been given her for her dinner. she went along the twisting, many-coloured, quaintly-fashioned streets, till she came to the water-side. it is very ancient, there still; there are all manner of old buildings, black and brown and grey, peaked roofs, gabled windows, arched doors, crumbling bridges, twisted galleries leaning to touch the dark surface of the canal, dusky wharves crowded with barrels, and bales, and cattle, and timber, and all the various freightage that the good ships come and go with all the year round, to and from the zuyder zee, and the baltic water, and the wild northumbrian shores, and the iron-bound scottish headlands, and the pretty grey norman seaports, and the white sandy dunes of holland, with the toy towns and the straight poplar-trees. bébée was fond of watching the brigs and barges, that looked so big to her, with their national flags flying, and their tall masts standing thick as grass, and their tawny sails flapping in the wind, and about them the sweet, strong smell of that strange, unknown thing, the sea. sometimes the sailors would talk with her; sometimes some old salt, sitting astride of a cask, would tell her a mariner's tale of far-away lands and mysteries of the deep; sometimes some curly-headed cabin-boy would give her a shell or a plume of seaweed, and try and make her understand what the wonderful wild water was like, which was not quiet and sluggish and dusky as this canal was, but was for ever changing and moving, and curling and leaping, and making itself now blue as her eyes, now black as that thunder-cloud, now white as the snow that the winter wind tossed, now pearl-hued and opaline as the convolvulus that blew in her own garden. and bébée would listen, with the shell in her lap, and try to understand, and gaze at the ships and then at the sky beyond them, and try to figure to herself those strange countries, to which these ships were always going, and saw in fancy all the blossoming orchard province of green france, and all the fir-clothed hills and rushing rivers of the snow-locked swedish shore, and saw too, doubtless, many lands that had no place at all except in dreamland, and were more beautiful even than the beauty of the earth, as poets' countries are, to their own sorrow, oftentimes. but this dull day bébée did not go down upon the wharf; she did not want the sailor's tales; she saw the masts and the bits of bunting that streamed from them, and they made her restless, which they had never done before. instead she went in at a dark old door and climbed up a steep staircase that went up and up and up, as though she were mounting ste. gudule's belfry towers; and at the top of it entered a little chamber in the roof, where one square unglazed hole that served for light looked out upon the canal, with all its crowded craft, from the dainty schooner yacht, fresh as gilding and holystone could make her, that was running for pleasure to the scheldt, to the rude, clumsy coal-barge, black as night, that bore the rough diamonds of belgium to the snow-buried roofs of christiania and stromsöon. in the little dark attic there was a very old woman in a red petticoat and a high cap, who sat against the window, and pricked out lace patterns with a pin on thick paper. she was eighty-five years old, and could hardly keep body and soul together. bébée, running to her, kissed her. "o mother annémie, look here! beautiful red and white currants, and a roll; i saved them for you. they are the first currants we have seen this year. me? oh, for me, i have eaten more than are good! you know i pick fruit like a sparrow, always. dear mother annémie, are you better? are you quite sure you are better to-day?" the little old withered woman, brown as a walnut and meagre as a rush, took the currants, and smiled with a childish glee, and began to eat them, blessing the child with each crumb she broke off the bread. "why had you not a grandmother of your own, my little one?" she mumbled. "how good you would have been to her, bébée?" "yes," said bébée seriously, but her mind could not grasp the idea. it was easier for her to believe the fanciful lily-parentage of antoine's stories. "how much work have you done, annémie? oh, all that? all that? but there is enough for a week. you work too early and too late, you dear annémie." "nay, bébée, when one has to get one's bread, that cannot be. but i am afraid my eyes are failing. that rose now, is it well done?" "beautifully done. would the baës take them if they were not? you know he is one that cuts every centime in four pieces." "ah! sharp enough, sharp enough--that is true. but i am always afraid of my eyes. i do not see the flags out there so well as i used to do." "because the sun is so bright, annémie; that is all. i myself, when i have been sitting all day in the place in the light, the flowers look pale to me. and you know it is not age with _me_, annémie?" the old woman and the young girl laughed together at that droll idea. "you have a merry heart, dear little one," said old annémie. "the saints keep it to you always." "may i tidy the room a little?" "to be sure, dear, and thank you too. i have not much time, you see; and somehow my back aches badly when i stoop." "and it is so damp here for you, over all that water!" said bébée, as she swept and dusted and set to rights the tiny place, and put in a little broken pot a few sprays of honeysuckle and rosemary that she had brought with her. "it is so damp here. you should have come and lived in my hut with me, annémie, and sat out under the vine all day, and looked after the chickens for me when i was in the town. they are such mischievous little souls; as soon as my back is turned one or other is sure to push through the roof, and get out amongst the flower-beds. will you never change your mind, and live with me, annémie? i am sure you would be happy, and the starling says your name quite plain, and he is such a funny bird to talk to; you never would tire of him. will you never come? it is so bright there, and green and sweet-smelling, and to think you never even have seen it!--and the swans and all,--it is a shame." "no, dear," said old annémie, eating her last bunch of currants. "you have said so so often, and you are good and mean it, that i know. but i could not leave the water. it would kill me. "out of this window you know i saw my jeannot's brig go away--away--away--till the masts were lost in the mists. going with iron to norway; the fleur d'epine of this town, a good ship, and a sure, and he her mate; and as proud as might be, and with a little blest mary in lead round his throat. "she was to be back in port in eight months bringing timber. eight months--that brought easter time. "but she never came. never, never, never, you know. "i sat here watching them come and go, and my child sickened and died, and the summer passed, and the autumn, and all the while i looked--looked--looked; for the brigs are all much alike; only his i always saw as soon as she hove in sight because he tied a hank of flax to her mizzen mast; and when he was home safe and sound i spun the hank into hose for him; that was a fancy of his, and for eleven voyages, one on another, he had never missed to tie the flax nor i to spin the hose. "but the hank of flax i never saw this time; nor the brave brig; nor my good man with his sunny blue eyes. "only one day in winter, when the great blocks of ice were smashing hither and thither, a coaster came in and brought tidings of how off in the danish waters they had come on a waterlogged brig, and had boarded her, and had found her empty, and her hull riven in two, and her crew all drowned and dead beyond any manner of doubt. and on her stern there was her name painted white, the fleur d'epine, of brussels, as plain as name could be; and that was all we ever knew--what evil had struck her, or how they had perished, nobody ever told. "only the coaster brought that bit of beam away, with the fleur d'epine writ clear upon it. "but you see i never _know_ my man is dead. "any day--who can say?--any of those ships may bring him aboard of her, and he may leap out on the wharf there, and come running up the stairs as he used to do, and cry, in his merry voice, 'annémie, annémie, here is more flax to spin, here is more hose to weave!' for that was always his homeward word; no matter whether he had had fair weather or foul, he always knotted the flax to his mast-head. "so you see, dear, i could not leave here. for what if he came and found me away? he would say it was an odd fashion of mourning for him. "and i could not do without the window, you know. i can watch all the brigs come in; and i can smell the shipping smell that i have loved all the days of my life; and i can see the lads heaving, and climbing, and furling, and mending their bits of canvas, and hauling their flags up and down. "and then who can say?--the sea never took him, i think--i think i shall hear his voice before i die. "for they do say that god is good." bébée sweeping very noiselessly, listened, and her eyes grew wistful and wondering. she had heard the story a thousand times; always in different words, but always the same little tale, and she knew how old annémie was deaf to all the bells that tolled the time, and blind to all the whiteness of her hair, and all the wrinkles of her face, and only thought of her sea-slain lover as he had been in the days of her youth. * * * when we suffer very much ourselves, anything that smiles in the sun seems cruel--a child, a bird, a dragonfly--nay, even a fluttering ribbon, or a spear-grass that waves in the wind. * * * bébée, whose religion was the sweetest and vaguest mingling of pagan and christian myths, and whose faith in fairies and in saints was exactly equal in strength and in ignorance--bébée filled the delf pot anew carefully, then knelt down on the turf in that little green corner, and prayed in devout hopeful childish good faith to the awful unknown powers who were to her only as gentle guides and kindly playmates. was she too familiar with the holy mother? she was almost fearful that she was; but then the holy mother loved flowers so well, bébée could not feel aloof from her, nor be afraid. "when one cuts the best blossoms for her, and tries to be good, and never tells a lie," thought bébée, "i am quite sure, as she loves the lilies, that she will never altogether forget me." * * * the loveliest love is that which dreams high above all storms, unsoiled by all burdens; but, perhaps, the strongest love is that which, whilst it adores, drags its feet through mire, and burns its brow in heat for the thing beloved. * * * it is, perhaps, the most beautiful square in all northern europe, with its black timbers and gilded carvings, and blazoned windows, and majestic scutcheons, and fantastic pinnacles. this bébée did not know, but she loved it, and she sat resolutely in front of the broodhuis, selling her flowers, smiling, chatting, helping the old woman, counting her little gains, eating her bit of bread at noon-day like any other market girl; but, at times, glancing up to the stately towers and the blue sky, with a look on her face that made the old tinker and cobbler whisper together--"what does she see there?--the dead people or the angels?" the truth was that even bébée herself did not know very surely what she saw--something that was still nearer to her than even this kindly crowd that loved her. that was all she could have said had anybody asked her. but none did. no one wanted to hear what the dead said; and for the angels, the tinker and the cobbler were of opinion that one had only too much of them sculptured about everywhere, and shining on all the casements--in reverence be it spoken of course. _fame._ "there is no soul in them," he muttered, and he set down his lamp and frowned; a sullen mechanical art made him angered like an insult to heaven; and these were soulless; their drawing was fine, their anatomy faultless, their proportions and perspective excellent; but there all merit ended. they were worse than faulty--they were commonplace. there is no sin in art so deadly as that. * * * he had been only a poor lad, a coppersmith's son, here in munich; one among many, and beaten and cursed at home very often for mooning over folly when others were hard at work. but he had minded neither curse nor blow. he had always said to himself, "i am a painter." whilst camps were soaked with blood and echoing only the trumpets of war, he had only seen the sweet divine smile of art. he had gone barefoot to italy for love of it, and had studied, and laboured, and worshipped, and been full of the fever of great effort and content with the sublime peace of conscious power. he had believed in himself: it is much. but it is not all. as years had slid away and the world of men would not believe in him, this noble faith in himself grew a weary and bitter thing. one shadow climbed the hills of the long years with him and was always by his side: this constant companion was failure. fame is very capricious, but failure is seldom inconstant. where it once clings, there it tarries. * * * it was a brilliant and gay day in munich. it was the beginning of a bavarian summer, with the great plain like a sea of grass with flowers for its foam, and the distant alps of tyrol and vorarlberg clearly seen in warm, transparent, buoyant weather. down by the winding ways of the river there were birch and beechen thickets in glory of leaf; big water-lilies spread their white beauty against the old black timbers of the water-mills; and in the quaint, ancient places of the old streets, under the gables and beams, pots of basil, and strings of green pease, and baskets of sweet-smelling gillyflowers and other fragrant old-fashioned things, blossomed wherever there was a breadth of blue sky over them or a maiden's hand within; whilst above the towers and steeples, above the clanging bells of the domkirche and the melon-shaped crest of the frauenkirche, and all the cupolas and spires and minarets in which the city abounds, the pigeons went whirling and wheeling from five at sunrise to seven of sunset, flocks of grey and blue and black and white, happy as only birds can be, and as only birds can be when they are doves of venice or of munich, with all the city's hearths and homes for their granaries, and with the sun and the clouds for their royal estate. in the wide, dull new town it was dusty and hot; the big squares were empty and garish-looking; the blistering frescoes on the buildings were gaudy and out of place; the porticoes and friezes were naked and staring, and wanted all that belongs to them in italy. all the deep, intense shadows, the sultry air, the sense of immeasurable space and of unending light, the half-naked figures graceful as a plume of maize, the vast projecting roofs, the spouts of tossing water, the brown barefoot straw-plaiter passing in a broad path of sunshine, the old bronze lamp above the painted shrine, the gateway framing the ethereal landscape of amethystine horizons and silvery olive ways--they want all these, do these classic porticoes and pediments of italy, and they seem to stare, conscious of a discordance and a lack of harmony in the german air. but in the old town there is beauty still; in the timbered house-fronts, in the barred and sculptured casements, in the mighty gables, in the gilded and pictured signs, in the sunburnt walls, in the grey churches, in the furriers' stalls, in the toysellers' workshops, in the beetling fortresses, in the picturesque waysides, here is the old munich of the minnesingers and master masons, of the burghers and the _burschen_, of the schefflertanz, and of the merry christchild fair. and old munich keeps all to itself, whether with winter snow on its eaves, or summer leaves in its lattices; and here the maidens still wear coloured kerchiefs on their heads and clattering shoes on their feet; and here the students still look like etchings for old ballads, with long hair on their shoulders and grey cloaks worn jauntily; and here something of the odour and aspect of the middle ages lingers as about an illuminated roll of vellum that has lain long put away and forgotten in a desk, with faded rose-leaves and a miniature that has no name. the munich of builder-king ludwig is grand, no doubt, and tedious and utterly out of place, with mountains of marble and granite, and acres of canvas more or less divine, and vast straight streets that make one weep from weariness, and frescoed walls with nude women that seem to shiver in the bitter alpine winds; it is great, no doubt, but ponderously unlovely, like the bronze bavaria that looks over the plain, who can hold six men in her head, but can never get fire in her eyes nor meaning in her mouth--clumsy athenæ-artemis that she is. new munich, striving to be athens or rome, is monotonous and tiresome, but old munich is quaint and humble, and historical and romancical, with its wooden pavements under foot, and its clouds of doves above head; indeed, has so much beauty of its own, like any old painted missal or golden goblet of the _moyen âge_, that it seems incredible to think that any man could ever have had the heart to send the hammers of masons against it, and set up bald walls of plaster in its stead. wandering in old munich--there is not much of it left, alas!--is like reading a black-letter ballad about henry the lion or kaiser max; it has sombre nooks and corners, bright gleams of stained casements, bold oriels, and sculptured shields, arcades and arches, towers and turrets, light and shade, harmony and irregularity, all, in a word, that old cities have, and old teutonic cities beyond all others; and when the metzgersprung is in full riot round the marienplatz, or on corpus christi day, when the king and the court and the church, the guilds and the senate and the magistracy, all go humbly through the flower-strewn streets, it is easy to forget the present and to think that one is still in the old days with the monks, who gave their name to it, tranquil in their work-rooms and the sound of battle all over the lands around them. it was the corpus christi day in munich now, and the whole city, the new and the old, had hung itself with garlands and draperies, with pictures and evergreens, with flags and tapestries, and the grand procession had passed to and from the church, and the archbishop had blessed the people, and the king had bared his handsome head to the sun and the holy ghost, and it was all over for the year, and the people were all happy and satisfied and sure that god was with them and their town; especially the people of the old quarters, who most loved and clung to these ceremonials and feasts; good god-fearing families, labouring hard, living honestly and wholesomely, gay also in a quiet, mirthful, innocent fashion--much such people as their forefathers were before them, in days when gustavus adolphus called their city the golden saddle on the lean horse. the lean horse, by which he meant the sterile plains, which yield little except hay, looks rich with verdure in the mellow afternoon light, when midsummer is come, and the whole populace, men, women, and children, on sundays and feast-days pour out of the city gates eagerly to their own little festivities under the cherry-trees of the little blue and white coffee-houses along the course of the river, when the beanflowers are in bloom. for out of the old city you go easily beyond the walls to the grey glacier water of "isar rolling rapidly," not red with blood now as after hohenlinden, but brilliant and boisterous always, with washerwomen leaning over it with bare arms, and dogs wading where rushes and dams break the current, and the hay blowing breast-high along the banks, and the students chasing the girls through it, and every now and then upon the wind the music of a guitar, light and dancing, or sad and slow, according as goes the heart of the player that tunes it. at this season bavaria grows green, and all is fresh and radiant. outside the town all the country is a sheet of cherry-blossom and of clover. night and day, carts full of merrymakers rattle out under the alders to the dancing places amongst the pastures, or to the _sommerfrischen_ of their country friends. whoever has a kreuzer to spend will have a draft of beer and a whiff of the lilac-scented air, and the old will sit down and smoke their painted pipes under the eaves of their favourite _gasthof_, and the young will roam with their best-loved maidens through the shadows of the anlagen, or still farther on under the high beech-trees of grosshesslohe. _moths._ the ear has its ecstasy as have other senses. * * * as there is love without dominion, so there is dominion without love. * * * when fame stands by us all alone, she is an angel clad in light and strength; but when love touches her she drops her sword, and fades away, ghostlike and ashamed. * * * society only thought her--unamiable. true, she never said an unkind thing, or did one; she never hurt man or woman; she was generous to a fault; and to aid even people she despised would give herself trouble unending. but these are serious, simple qualities which do not show much, and are soon forgotten by those who benefit from them. had she laughed more, danced more, taken more kindly to the fools and their follies, she might have been acid of tongue and niggard of sympathy; the world would have thought her much more amiable. * * * "if she would only listen to me!" thought her mother, in the superior wisdom of her popular little life. "if she would only kiss a few women in the morning, and flirt with a few men in the evening, it would set her all right with them in a month. it is no use doing good to anybody; they only hate you for it. you have seen them in their straits; it is like seeing them without their wig or their teeth; they never forgive it. but to be pleasant, always to be pleasant, that is the thing. and after all it costs nothing." * * * marriage, as our world sees it, is simply a convenience; a somewhat clumsy contrivance to tide over a social difficulty. * * * a sin! did the world know of such a thing? hardly. now and then, for sake of its traditions, the world took some hapless boy, or some still yet unhappier woman, and pilloried one of them, and drove them out under a shower of stones, selecting them by caprice, persecuting them without justice, slaying them because they were friendless. but that was all. for the most part sin was an obsolete thing, archaic and unheard of. * * * music is not a science, any more than poetry is. it is a sublime instinct, like genius of all kinds. * * * charity in various guises is an intruder the poor see often; but courtesy and delicacy are visitors with which they are seldom honoured. * * * there is no shame more bitter to endure than to despise oneself. it is harder to keep true to high laws and pure instincts in modern society than it was in the days of martyrdom. * * * one weeps for the death of children, but perhaps the change of them into callous men and women is a sadder change to see after all. * * * honour is an old-world thing, but it smells sweet to those in whose hand it is strong. * * * young lives are tossed upon the stream of life like rose-leaves on a fast-running river, and the rose-leaves are blamed if the river be too strong and too swift for them and they perish. it is the fault of the rose-leaves. * * * every pretty woman should be a flirt, every clever woman a politician; the aim, the animus, the intrigue, the rivalry which accompany each of these pursuits make the salt without which the great dinner were tasteless. * * * in these old austrian towns the churches are always very reverent places; dark and tranquil; overladen, indeed, with ornament and image, but too full of shadow for these to much offend; there is the scent of centuries of incense; the walls are yellow with the damp of ages. mountain suzerains and bold reiters, whose deeds are still sung of in twilight to the zither, deep beneath the moss-grown pavement; their shields and crowns are worn flat to the stone they were embossed on by the passing feet of generations of worshippers. high above in the darkness there is always some colossal carved christs. through the half-opened iron-studded door there is always the smell of pinewood, the gleam of water, the greenness of alpine grass; often, too, there is the silvery falling of rain, and the fresh smell of it comes through the church by whose black benches and dim lamps there will be sure to be some old bent woman praying. * * * the moths will eat all that fine delicate feeling away, little by little; the moths of the world will eat the unselfishness first, and then the innocence, and then the honesty, and then the decency; no one will see them eating, no one will see the havoc being wrought, but little by little the fine fabric will go, and in its place will be dust. ah, the pity of it! the pity of it! the webs come out of the great weaver's loom lovely enough, but the moths of the world eat them all. * * * she had five hundred dear friends, but this one she was really fond of; that is to say, she never said anything bad of her, and only laughed at her good-naturedly when she had left a room; and this abstinence is as strong a mark of sincerity now-a-days as dying for another used to be in the old days of strong feeling and the foolish expression of them. * * * gratitude is such an unpleasant quality, you know; there is always a grudge behind it! * * * the richest soil always bears the rankest mushrooms: france is always bearing mushrooms. * * * position, she thought, was the only thing that, like old wine or oak furniture, improved with years. * * * position is a pillory: sometimes they pelt one with rose-leaves, and sometimes with rotten eggs, but one is for ever in the pillory! * * * we are too afraid of death: that fear is the shame of christianity. * * * he never could prevail on his vanity to break with her, lest men should think she had broken with him. * * * she would go grandly to the guillotine, but she will never understand her own times. she has dignity; we have not a scrap; we have forgotten what it was like; we go into a passion at the amount of our bills; we play and never pay; we smoke and we wrangle; we laugh loud, much too loud; we inspire nothing unless, now and then, a bad war or a disastrous speculation; we live showily, noisily, meanly, gaudily. * * * big brains do not easily hold trifles ... little packets of starch that this world thinks are the staff of life. * * * pehl, like a young girl, is prettiest in the morning. pehl is calm and sedate, and simple and decorous. pehl is like some tender, fair, wholesome yet patrician beauty, like the pretty aristocratic charlotte in kaulbach's picture, who cuts the bread-and-butter, yet looks a patrician. pehl has nothing of the _belle petite_, like her sister of baden; nothing of the titled _cocadetta_, like her cousin of monaco; pehl does not gamble or riot or conduct herself madly in any way; she is a little old-fashioned still in a courtly way; she has a little rusticity still in her elegant manners; she is like the noble dames of the past ages, who were so high of rank and so proud of habit, yet were not above the distilling-room and the spinning-wheel; who were quiet, serious, sweet, and smelt of the rose-leaves with which they filled their big jars. * * * the pity of modern society is that all its habits make as effectual a disguise morally as our domino in carnival does physically. everybody looks just like everybody else. perhaps, as under the domino, so under the appearance, there may be great nobility or great deformity; but all look alike. were socrates amongst us, he would only look like a club bore; and were there messalina, she would only look--well--look much like our duchesse jeunne! * * * she did not know that from these swamps of flattery, intrigue, envy, rivalry, and emulation there rises a miasma which scarcely the healthiest lungs can withstand. she did not know that though many may be indifferent to the tempting of men, few indeed are impenetrable to the smile and the sneer of women; that to live your own life in the midst of the world is a harder thing than it was of old to withdraw to the thebaid; that to risk "looking strange" requires a courage perhaps cooler and higher than the soldier's or the saint's; and that to stand away from the contact and custom of your "set" is a harder and sterner work than it was of old to go into the sanctuary of la trappe or port royal. * * * the world has grown apathetic and purblind. critics rage and quarrel before a canvas, but the nations do not care; quarries of marble are hewn into various shapes, and the throngs gape before them and are indifferent; writers are so many that their writings blend in the public mind in a confused phantasmagoria, where the colours run into one another, and the lines are all waved and indistinct; the singer alone still keeps the old magic power, "the beauty that was athens, once the glory that was rome's," still holds the divine cadmus, still sways the vast thronged auditorium, till the myriads hold their breath like little children in delight and awe. the great singer alone has the magic sway of fame; and if he close his lips, "the gaiety of nations is eclipsed," and the world seems empty and silent, like a wood in which the birds are all dead. _in a winter city._ the duc found no topic that suited her. it was the corso di gala that afternoon, would she not go? no: her horses hated masks, and she hated noise. the veglione on sunday--would she not go to that? no: those things were well enough in the days of philippe d'orléans, who invented them, but they were only now as stupid as they were vulgar; anybody was let in for five francs. did she like the new weekly journal that was electrifying paris? no: she could see nothing in it: there was no wit now-a-days--only personalities, which grew more gross every year. the duc urged that personalities were as old as cratinus and archilochus, and that five hundred years before christ the satires of hipponax drove bupalus to hang himself. she answered that a bad thing was not the better for being old. people were talking of a clever english novel translated everywhere, called "in a hothouse," the hothouse being society--had she seen it? no: what was the use of reading novels of society by people who never had been in it? the last english "society" novel she had read had described a cabinet minister in london as going to a drawing-room in the crowd, with everybody else, instead of by the _petite entrée_; they were always full of such blunders. had she read the new french story "le bal de mademoiselle bibi?" no: she had heard too much of it; it made you almost wish for a censorship of the press. the duc agreed that literature was terribly but truly described as "un tas d'ordures soigneusement enveloppé." she said that the "tas d'ordures" without the envelope was sufficient for popularity, but that the literature of any age was not to be blamed--it was only a natural growth, like a mushroom; if the soil were noxious, the fungus was bad. the duc wondered what a censorship would let pass if there were one. she said that when there was one it had let pass crebillon, the chevalier le clos, and the "bijoux indiscrets;" it had proscribed marmontel, helvetius, and lanjuinais. she did not know how one man could be expected to be wiser than all his generation. the duc admired some majolica she had purchased. she said she began to think that majolica was a false taste; the metallic lustre was fine, but how clumsy the forms! one might be led astray by too great love of old work. the duc praised a magnificent sèvres panel, just painted by riocreux and goupil, and given to her by princess olga on the new year. she said it was well done, but what charm was there in it? all their modern iron and zinc colours, and hydrate of aluminum, and oxide of chromium, and purple of cassius, and all the rest of it, never gave one-tenth the charm of those old painters who had only green greys and dull blues and tawny yellows, and never could get any kind of red whatever; olga had meant to please her, but she, for her part, would much sooner have had a little panel of abruzzi, with all the holes and defects in the pottery, and a brown contadina for a madonna; there was some interest in that,--there was no interest in that gorgeous landscape and those brilliant hunting figures. the duc bore all the contradictions with imperturbable serenity and urbanity, smiled to himself, and bowed himself out in perfect good-humour. "tout va bien," he thought to himself; "miladi must be very much in love to be so cross." the duc's personal experience amongst ladies had made him of opinion that love did not improve the temper. * * * "in love!" she echoed, with less languor and more of impetuosity than she had ever displayed, "are you ever in love, any of you, ever? you have senses and vanity and an inordinate fear of not being in the fashion--and so you take your lovers as you drink your stimulants and wear your wigs and tie your skirts back--because everybody else does it, and not to do it is to be odd, or prudish, or something you would hate to be called. love! it is an unknown thing to you all. you have a sort of miserable hectic passion, perhaps, that is a drug you take as you take chlorodyne--just to excite you and make your jaded nerves a little alive again, and yet you are such cowards that you have not even the courage of passion, but label your drug friendship, and beg society to observe that you only keep it for family uses like arnica or like glycerine. you want notoriety; you want to indulge your fancies, and yet keep your place in the world. you like to drag a young man about by a chain, as if he were the dancing monkey that you depended upon for subsistence. you like other women to see that you are not too _passée_ to be every whit as improper as if you were twenty. you like to advertise your successes as it were with drum and trumpet, because if you did not, people might begin to doubt that you had any. you like all that, and you like to feel there is nothing you do not know and no length you have not gone, and so you ring all the changes on all the varieties of intrigue and sensuality, and go over the gamut of sickly sentiment and nauseous license as an orchestra tunes its strings up every night! that is what all you people call love; i am content enough to have no knowledge of it." * * * "i would rather have the crudest original thing than the mere galvanism of the corpse of a dead genius. i would give a thousand paintings by froment, damousse, or any of the finest living artists of sèvres, for one piece by old van der meer of delft; but i would prefer a painting on sèvres done yesterday by froment or damousse, or even any much less famous worker, provided only it had originality in it, to the best reproduction of a van der meer that modern manufacturers could produce." "i think you are right; but i fear our old pottery-painters were not very original. they copied from the pictures and engravings of mantegna, raffaelle, marcantonio, marco di ravenna, beatricius, and a score of others." "the application was original, and the sentiment they brought to it. those old artists put so much heart into their work." "because when they painted a _stemma_ on the glaze they had still feudal faith in nobility, and when they painted a madonna or ecce homo they had still childlike belief in divinity. what does the pottery-painter of to-day care for the coat of arms or the religious subject he may be commissioned to execute for a dinner service or a chapel? it may be admirable painting--if you give a very high price--but it will still be only manufacture." "then what pleasant lives those pottery painters of the early days must have led! they were never long stationary. they wandered about decorating at their fancy, now here and now there; now a vase for a pharmacy, and now a stove for a king. you find german names on italian ware, and italian names on flemish grès; the nuremberger would work in venice, the dutchman would work in rouen. sometimes, however, they were accused of sorcery; the great potter, hans kraut, you remember, was feared by his townsmen as possessed by the devil, and was buried ignominiously outside the gates, in his nook of the black forest. but on the whole they were happy, no doubt; men of simple habits and of worthy lives." "you care for art yourself, m. della rocca?" there came a gleam of interest in her handsome, languid, hazel eyes, as she turned them upon him. "every italian does," he answered her. "i do not think we are ever, or i think, if ever, very seldom connoisseurs in the way that your englishman or frenchman is so. we are never very learned as to styles and dates; we cannot boast the huckster's eye of the northern bric-à-brac hunter; it is quite another thing with us; we love art as children their nurses' tales and cradle-songs. it is a familiar affection with us, and affection is never very analytical. the robbia over the chapel-door, the apostle-pot that the men in the stables drink out of; the sodoma or the beato angelico that hangs before our eyes daily as we dine; the old bronze _secchia_ that we wash our hands in as boys in the loggia--these are all so homely and dear to us that we grow up with a love for them all as natural as our love for our mothers. you will say the children of all rich people see beautiful and ancient things from their birth: so they do, but not _as_ we see them. here they are too often degraded to the basest household uses, and made no more account of than the dust which gathers on them; but that very neglect of them makes them the more kindred to us. art elsewhere is the guest of the salon--with us she is the playmate of the infant and the serving-maid of the peasant: the mules may drink from an etruscan sarcophagus, and the pigeons be fed from a _patina_ of the twelfth century." * * * taste, mon cher della rocca, is the only sure guarantee in these matters. women, believe me, never have any principle. principle is a backbone, and no woman--except bodily--ever possesses any backbone. their priests and their teachers and their mothers fill them with doctrines and conventionalities--all things of mere word and wind. no woman has any settled principles; if she have any vague ones, it is the uttermost she ever reaches, and those can always be overturned by any man who has any influence over her. but taste is another matter altogether. a woman whose taste is excellent is preserved from all eccentricities and most follies. you never see a woman of good sense _afficher_ her improprieties or advertise her liaisons as women of vulgarity do. nay, if her taste be perfect, though she have weaknesses, i doubt if she will ever have vices. vice will seem to her like a gaudy colour, or too much gold braid, or very large plaits, or buttons as big as saucers, or anything else such as vulgar women like. fastidiousness, at any rate, is very good _postiche_ for modesty: it is always decent, it can never be coarse. good taste, inherent and ingrained, natural and cultivated, cannot alter. principles--ouf!--they go on and off like a slipper; but good taste is indestructible; it is a compass that never errs. if your wife have it--well, it is possible she may be false to you; she is human, she is feminine; but she will never make you ridiculous, she will never compromise you, and she will not romp in a cotillon till the morning sun shows the paint on her face washed away in the rain of her perspiration. virtue is, after all, as mme. de montespan said, "une chose tout purement géographique." it varies with the hemisphere like the human skin and the human hair; what is vile in one latitude is harmless in another. no philosophic person can put any trust in a thing which merely depends upon climate; but, good taste---- * * * gossip is like the poor devil in the legend of fugger's teufelspalast at trent; it toils till cock-crow picking up the widely-scattered grains of corn by millions till the bushel measure is piled high; and lo!--the five grains that are _the_ grains always escape its sight and roll away and hide themselves. the poor devil, being a primitive creature, shrieked and flew away in despair at his failure. gossip hugs its false measure and says loftily that the five real grains are of no consequence whatever. * * * the lady hilda sighed. this dreadful age, which has produced communists, pétroleuses, and liberal thinkers, had communicated its vague restlessness even to her; although she belonged to that higher region where nobody ever thinks at all, and everybody is more or less devout in seeming at any rate, because disbelief is vulgar, and religion is an "affaire des moeurs," like decency, still the subtle philosophies and sad negations which have always been afloat in the air since voltaire set them flying, had affected her slightly. she was a true believer, just as she was a well-dressed woman, and had her creeds just as she had her bath in the morning, as a matter of course. still, when she did come to think of it, she was not so very sure. there was another world, and saints and angels and eternity; yes, of course--but how on earth would all those baccarat people ever fit into it? who could, by any stretch of imagination, conceive madame mila and maurice des gommeux in a spiritual existence around the throne of deity? and as for punishment and torment and all that other side of futurity, who could even think of the mildest purgatory as suitable to those poor flipperty-gibbet inanities who broke the seventh commandment as gaily as a child breaks his indiarubber ball, and were as incapable of passion and crime as they were incapable of heroism and virtue? there might be paradise for virtue and hell for crime, but what in the name of the universe was to be done with creatures that were only all folly? perhaps they would be always flying about like the souls virgil speaks of, "suspensæ ad ventos," to purify themselves; as the sails of a ship spread out to dry. the huron indians pray to the souls of the fish they catch; well, why should they not? a fish has a soul if modern society has one; one could conceive a fish going softly through shining waters for ever and for ever in the ecstasy of motion; but who could conceive modern society in the spheres? * * * "one grows tired of everything," she answered with a little sigh. "everything that is artificial, you mean. people think horace's love of the rural life an affectation. i believe it to be most sincere. after the strain of the conventionality and the adulation of the augustan court, the natural existence of the country must have been welcome to him. i know it is the fashion to say that a love of nature belongs only to the moderns, but i do not think so. into pindar, theocritus, meleager, the passion for nature must have entered very strongly; what _is_ modern is the more subjective, the more fanciful feeling which makes nature a sounding-board to echo all the cries of man." "but that is always a northern feeling?" "inevitably. with us nature is too _riante_ for us to grow morbid about it. the sunshine that laughs around us nine months of every year, the fruits that grow almost without culture, the flowers that we throw to the oxen to eat, the very stones that are sweet with myrtle, the very sea sand that is musical with bees in the rosemary, everything we grow up amongst from infancy, makes our love of nature only a kind of unconscious joy in it; but here even the peasant has that, and the songs of the men that cannot read or write are full of it. if a field labourer sing to his love he will sing of the narcissus and the crocus, as meleager sang to heliodora twenty centuries ago." * * * that is an italian amorous fancy. romeo and othello are the typical italian lovers. i never can tell how a northerner like shakespeare could draw either. you are often very unfaithful; but _while_ you are faithful you are ardent, and you are absorbed in the woman. that is one of the reasons why an italian succeeds in love as no other man does. "l'art de brûler silencieusement ment le coeur d'un femme" is a supreme art with you. compared with you, all other men are children. you have been the supreme masters of the great passion since the days of ovid. * * * boredom is the ill-natured pebble that always _will_ get in the golden slipper of the pilgrim of pleasure. * * * "they say," the great assassin who slays as many thousands as ever did plague or cholera, drink or warfare; "they say," the thief of reputation, who steals, with stealthy step and coward's mask, to filch good names away in the dead dark of irresponsible calumny; "they say," a giant murderer, iron-gloved to slay you, a fleet, elusive, vaporous will-o'-the-wisp, when you would seize and choke it; "they say," mighty thug though it be which strangles from behind the purest victim, had not been ever known to touch the lady hilda. * * * all her old philosophies seemed falling about her like shed leaves, and her old self seemed to her but a purposeless frivolous chilly creature. the real reason she would not face, and indeed as yet was not conscious of; the reason that love had entered into her, and that love, if it be worth the name, has always two handmaidens: swift sympathy, and sad humility, keeping step together. * * * the femme galante has passed through many various changes, in many countries. the dames of the decamerone were unlike the fair athlete-seekers of the days of horace; and the powdered coquettes of the years of molière, were sisters only by the kinship of a common vice to the frivolous and fragile faggot of impulses, that is called frou-frou. the femme galante has always been a feature in every age; poets, from juvenal to musset, have railed at her; artists, from titian to winterhalter, have painted her; dramatists, from aristophanes to congreve and dumas fils, have pointed their arrows at her; satirists, from archilochus and simonides to hogarth and gavarni, have poured out their aqua-fortis for her. but the real femme galante of to-day has been missed hitherto. frou-frou, who stands for her, is not in the least the true type. frou-frou is a creature that can love, can suffer, can repent, can die. she is false in sentiment and in art, but she is tender after all; poor, feverish, wistful, changeful morsel of humanity. a slender, helpless, breathless, and frail thing who, under one sad, short sin, sinks down to death. but frou-frou is in no sense the true femme galante of her day. frou-frou is much more a fancy than a fact. it is not frou-frou that molière would have handed down to other generations in enduring ridicule, had he been living now. to her he would have doffed his hat with dim eyes; what he would have fastened for all time in his pillory would have been a very different, and far more conspicuous offender. the femme galante, who has neither the scruples nor the follies of poor frou-frou, who neither forfeits her place nor leaves her lord; who has studied adultery as one of the fine arts and made it one of the domestic virtues; who takes her wearied lover to her friends' houses as she takes her muff or her dog, and teaches her sons and daughters to call him by familiar names; who writes to the victim of her passions with the same pen that calls her boy home from school; and who smooths her child's curls with the same fingers that stray over her lover's lips; who challenges the world to find a flaw in her, and who smiles serene at her husband's table on a society she is careful to conciliate; who has woven the most sacred ties and most unholy pleasures into so deft a braid, that none can say where one commences or the other ends; who uses the sanctity of her maternity to cover the lawlessness of her license; and who, incapable alike of the self-abandonment of love or of the self-sacrifice of duty, has not even such poor, cheap honour as, in the creatures of the streets, may make guilt loyal to its dupe and partner. this is the femme galante of the passing century, who, with her hand on her husband's arm, babbles of her virtue in complacent boast; and ignoring such a vulgar word as sin, talks with a smile of friendship. beside her frou-frou were innocence itself, marion de l'orme were honesty, manon lescaut were purity, cleopatra were chaste, and faustine were faithful. she is the female tartuffe of seduction, the précieuse ridicule of passion, the parody of love, the standing gibe of womanhood. * * * she was always in debt, though she admitted that her husband allowed her liberally. she had eighty thousand francs a year by her settlements to spend on herself, and he gave her another fifty thousand to do as she pleased with: on the whole about one half what he allowed to blanche souris, of the château gaillard theatre. she had had six children, three were living and three were dead; she thought herself a good mother, because she gave her wet-nurses ever so many silk gowns, and when she wanted the children for a fancy ball or a drive, always saw that they were faultlessly dressed, and besides she always took them to trouville. she had never had any grief in her life, except the loss of the second empire, and even that she got over when she found that flying the red cross flag had saved her hotel, without so much as a teacup being broken in it, that mm. worth and offenbach were safe from all bullets, and that society, under the septennate, promised to be every bit as _leste_ as under the empire. in a word, madame mila was a type of the women of her time. the women who go semi-nude in an age which has begun to discover that the nude in sculpture is very immoral; who discuss "tue-la" in a generation which decrees molière to be coarse, and beaumont and fletcher indecent; who have the journal pour rire on their tables in a day when no one who respects himself would name the harlot's progress; who read beaudelaire and patronise térésa and schneider in an era which finds "don juan" gross, and shakespeare far too plain; who strain all their energies to rival miles. rose thé and la petite boulotte in everything; who go shrimping or oyster-hunting on fashionable sea-shores, with their legs bare to the knee; who go to the mountains with confections, high heels, and gold-tipped canes, shriek over their gambling as the dawn reddens over the alps, and know no more of the glories of earth and sky, of sunrise and sunset, than do the porcelain pots that hold their paint, or the silver dressing-box that carries their hair-dye. women who are in convulsions one day, and on the top of a drag the next; who are in hysterics for their lovers at noon, and in ecstasies over baccarat at midnight; who laugh in little nooks together over each other's immoralities, and have a moral code so elastic that it will pardon anything except innocence; who gossip over each other's dresses, and each other's passions, in the self-same, self-satisfied chirp of contentment, and who never resent anything on earth, except any eccentric suggestion that life could be anything except a perpetual fête à la watteau in a perpetual blaze of lime-light. pain?--are there not chloral and a flattering doctor? sorrow?--are there not a course at the baths, play at monte carlo, and new cases from worth? shame?--is it not a famine fever which never comes near a well-laden table? old age?--is there not white and red paint, and heads of dead hair, and even false bosoms? death? well, no doubt there is death, but they do not realise it; they hardly believe in it, they think about it so little. there is something unknown somewhere to fall on them some day that they dread vaguely, for they are terrible cowards. but they worry as little about it as possible. they give the millionth part of what they possess away in its name to whatever church they belong to, and they think they have arranged quite comfortably for all possible contingencies hereafter. if it make things safe, they will head bazaars for the poor, or wear black in holy week, turn lottery-wheels for charity, or put on fancy dresses in the name of benevolence, or do any little amiable trifle of that sort. but as for changing their lives,--_pas si bête!_ a bird in the hand they hold worth two in the bush; and though your birds may be winged on strong desire, and your bush the burning portent of moses, they will have none of them. these women are not all bad; oh, no! they are like sheep, that is all. if it were fashionable to be virtuous, very likely they would be so. if it were _chic_ to be devout, no doubt they would pass their life on their knees. but, as it is, they know that a flavour of vice is as necessary to their reputation as great ladies, as sorrel-leaves to soup à la bonne femme. they affect a license if they take it not. they are like the barber, who said, with much pride, to voltaire, "je ne suis qu'un pauvre diable de perruquier, mais je ne crois pas en dieu plus que les autres." they may be worth very little, but they are desperately afraid that you should make such a mistake as to think them worth anything at all. you are not likely, if you know them. still, they are apprehensive. though one were to arise from the dead to preach to them, they would only make of him a nine days' wonder, and then laugh a little, and yawn a little, and go on in their own paths. out of the eater came forth meat, and from evil there may be begotten good; but out of nullity there can only come nullity. they have wadded their ears, and though jeremiah wailed of desolation, or isaiah thundered the wrath of heaven, they would not hear,--they would go on looking at each other's dresses. what could paul himself say that would change them? you cannot make sawdust into marble; you cannot make sea-sand into gold. "let us alone," is all they ask; and it is all that you could do, though the force and flame of horeb were in you. * * * it is very curious, but loss of taste in the nobles has always been followed by a revolution of the mob. the _décadence_ always ushers in the democracy. * * * pleasure alone cannot content any one whose character has any force, or mind any high intelligence. society is, as you say, a book we soon read through, and know by heart till it loses all interest. art alone cannot fill more than a certain part of our emotions; and culture, however perfect, leaves us unsatisfied. there is only one thing that can give to life what your poet called the light that never was on sea or land--and that is human love. * * * "yes, it is a curious thing that we do not succeed in fresco. the grace is gone out of it; modern painters have not the lightness of touch necessary; they are used to masses of colour, and they use the palette knife as a mason the trowel. the art, too, like the literature of our time, is all detail; the grand suggestive vagueness of the greek drama and of the umbrian frescoes are lost to us under a crowd of elaborated trivialities; perhaps it is because art has ceased to be spiritual or tragic, and is merely domestic or melodramatic; the greeks knew neither domesticity nor melodrama, and the early italian painters were imbued with a faith which, if not so virile as the worship of the phidian zeus, yet absorbed them and elevated them in a degree impossible in the tawdry sadduceeism of our own day. by the way, when the weather is milder you must go to orvieto; you have never been there, i think; it is the prosodion of signorelli. what a fine pagan he was at heart! he admired masculine beauty like a greek; he must have been a singularly happy man--few more happy----" _a leaf in the storm._ the berceau de dieu was a little village in the valley of the seine. as a lark drops its nest amongst the grasses, so a few peasant people had dropped their little farms and cottages amidst the great green woods on the winding river. it was a pretty place, with one steep, stony street, shady with poplars and with elms; quaint houses, about whose thatch a cloud of white and grey pigeons fluttered all day long; a little aged chapel with a conical red roof; and great barns covered with ivy and thick creepers, red and purple, and lichens that were yellow in the sun. all around it there were the broad, flowering meadows, with the sleek cattle of normandy fattening in them, and the sweet dim forests where the young men and maidens went on every holy-day and feast-day in the summer-time to seek for wood-anemones, and lilies of the pools, and the wild campanula, and the fresh dogrose, and all the boughs and grasses that made their house-doors like garden-bowers, and seemed to take the cushat's note and the linnet's song into their little temple of god. the berceau de dieu was very old indeed. men said that the hamlet had been there in the day of the virgin of orléans; and a stone cross of the twelfth century still stood by the great pond of water at the bottom of the street, under the chestnut-tree, where the villagers gathered to gossip at sunset when their work was done. it had no city near it, and no town nearer than four leagues. it was in the green core of a pastoral district, thickly wooded and intersected with orchards. its produce of wheat, and oats, and cheese, and fruit, and eggs, was more than sufficient for its simple prosperity. its people were hardy, kindly, laborious, happy; living round the little grey chapel in amity and good-fellowship. nothing troubled it. war and rumours of war, revolutions and counter-revolutions, empires and insurrections, military and political questions--these all were for it things unknown and unheard of--mighty winds that arose and blew and swept the lands around it, but never came near enough to harm it, lying there, as it did, in its loneliness like any lark's nest. * * * "i am old: yes, i am very old," she would say, looking up from her spinning-wheel in her house-door, and shading her eyes from the sun, "very old--ninety-two last summer. but when one has a roof over one's head, and a pot of soup always, and a grandson like mine, and when one has lived all one's life in the berceau de dieu, then it is well to be so old. ah, yes, my little ones--yes, though you doubt it, you little birds that have just tried your wings--it is well to be so old. one has time to think, and thank the good god, which one never seemed to have a minute to do in that work, work, work, when one was young." * * * the end soon came. from hill to hill the berceau de dieu broke into flames. the village was a lake of fire, into which the statue of the christ, burning and reeling, fell. some few peasants, with their wives and children, fled to the woods, and there escaped one torture to perish more slowly of cold and famine. all other things perished. the rapid stream of the flame licked up all there was in its path. the bare trees raised their leafless branches on fire at a thousand points. the stores of corn and fruit were lapped by millions of crimson tongues. the pigeons flew screaming from their roosts and sank into the smoke. the dogs were suffocated on the thresholds they had guarded all their lives. the calf was stifled in the byre. the sheep ran bleating with the wool burning on their living bodies. the little caged birds fluttered helpless, and then dropped, scorched to cinders. the aged and the sick were stifled in their beds. all things perished. the berceau de dieu was as one vast furnace, in which every living creature was caught and consumed and changed to ashes. the tide of war has rolled on and left it a blackened waste, a smoking ruin, wherein not so much as a mouse may creep or a bird may nestle. it is gone, and its place can know it never more. never more. but who is there to care? it was but as a leaf which the great storm withered as it passed. * * * "look you," she had said to him oftentimes, "in my babyhood there was the old white flag upon the château. well, they pulled that down and put up a red one. that toppled and fell, and there was one of three colours. then somebody with a knot of white lilies in his hand came one day and set up the old white one afresh; and before the day was done that was down again, and the tricolour again up where it is still. now some i know fretted themselves greatly because of all these changes of the flags, but as for me, i could not see that any one of them mattered: bread was just as dear, and sleep was just as sweet, whichever of the three was uppermost." _a dog of flanders._ in the spring and summer especially were they glad. flanders is not a lovely land, and around the burgh of rubens it is perhaps least lovely of all. corn and colza, pasture and plough, succeed each other on the characterless plain in wearying repetition, and save by some gaunt grey tower, with its peal of pathetic bells, or some figure coming athwart the fields, made picturesque by a gleaner's bundle or a woodman's faggot, there is no change, no variety, no beauty anywhere; and he who has dwelt upon the mountains or amidst the forests feels oppressed as by imprisonment with the tedium and the endlessness of that vast and dreary level. but it is green and very fertile, and it has wide horizons that have a certain charm of their own even in their dulness and monotony; and amongst the rushes by the water-side the flowers grow, and the trees rise tall and fresh where the barges glide with their great hulks black against the sun, and their little green barrels and vari-coloured flags gay against the leaves. anyway, there is a greenery and breadth of space enough to be as good as beauty to a child and a dog; and these two asked no better, when their work was done, than to lie buried in the lush grasses on the side of the canal, and watch the cumbrous vessels drifting by, and bringing the crisp salt smell of the sea amongst the blossoming scents of the country summer. * * * antwerp, as all the world knows, is full at every turn of old piles of stones, dark and ancient and majestic, standing in crooked courts, jammed against gateways and taverns, rising by the water's edge, with bells ringing above them in the air, and ever and again out of their arched doors a swell of music pealing. there they remain, the grand old sanctuaries of the past, shut in amidst the squalor, the hurry, the crowds, the unloveliness and the commerce of the modern world; and all day long the clouds drift and the birds circle, and the winds sigh around them, and beneath the earth at their feet there sleeps--rubens. and the greatness of the mighty master still rests upon antwerp; wherever we turn in its narrow streets his glory lies therein, so that all mean things are thereby transfigured; and as we pace slowly through the winding ways, and by the edge of the stagnant water, and through the noisome courts, his spirit abides with us, and the heroic beauty of his visions is about us, and the stones that once felt his footsteps and bore his shadow seem to arise and speak of him with living voices. for the city which is the tomb of rubens still lives to us through him, and him alone. without rubens, what were antwerp? a dirty, dusky, bustling mart, which no man would ever care to look upon save the traders who do business on its wharves. with rubens, to the whole world of men it is a sacred name, a sacred soil, a bethlehem where a god of art saw light, a golgotha where a god of art lies dead. it is so quiet there by that great white sepulchre--so quiet, save only when the organ peals, and the choir cries aloud the salve regina or the kyrie eleison. sure no artist ever had a greater gravestone than that pure marble sanctuary gives to him in the heart of his birthplace in the chancel of st. jacques? o nations! closely should you treasure your great men, for by them alone will the future know of you. flanders in her generations has been wise. in his life she glorified this greatest of her sons, and in his death she magnifies his name. but her wisdom is very rare. * * * the night was very wild. the lamps under the wayside crosses were blown out: the roads were sheets of ice; the impenetrable darkness hid every trace of habitations; there was no living thing abroad. all the cattle were housed, and in all the huts and homesteads men and women rejoiced and feasted. there was only the dog out in the cruel cold--old and famished and full of pain, but with the strength and the patience of a great love to sustain him in his search. the trail of nello's steps, faint and obscure as it was under the new snow, went straightly along the accustomed tracks into antwerp. it was past midnight when patrasche traced it over the boundaries of the town and into the narrow, tortuous, gloomy streets. it was all quite dark in the town. now and then some light gleamed ruddily through the crevices of house-shutters, or some group went homeward with lanterns chanting drinking songs. the streets were all white with ice: the high walls and roofs loomed black against them. there was scarce a sound save the riot of the winds down the passages as they tossed the creaking signs and shook the tall lamp-irons. so many passers-by had trodden through and through the snow, so many diverse paths had crossed and re-crossed each other, that the dog had a hard task to retain any hold on the track he followed. but he kept on his way, though the cold pierced him to the bone, and the jagged ice cut his feet, and the hunger in his body gnawed like a rat's teeth. but he kept on his way--a poor, gaunt, shivering, drooping thing in the frozen darkness, that no one pitied as he went--and by long patience traced the steps he loved into the very heart of the burgh and up to the steps of the great cathedral. "he is gone to the things that he loved," thought patrasche; he could not understand, but he was full of sorrow and of pity for the art-passion that to him was so incomprehensible and yet so sacred. the portals of the cathedral were unclosed after the midnight mass. some heedlessness in the custodians, too eager to go home and feast or sleep, or too drowsy to know whether they turned the keys aright, had left one of the doors unlocked. by that accident the footfalls patrasche sought had passed through into the building, leaving the white marks of snow upon the dark stone floor. by that slender white thread, frozen as it fell, he was guided through the intense silence, through the immensity of the vaulted space--guided straight to the gates of the chancel, and stretched there upon the stones he found nello. he crept up noiselessly, and touched the face of the boy. "didst thou dream that i should be faithless and forsake thee? i--a dog?" said that mute caress. the lad raised himself with a low cry and clasped him close. "let us lie down and die together," he murmured. "men have no need of us, and we are all alone." in answer, patrasche crept closer yet, and laid his head upon the young boy's breast. the great tears stood in his brown sad eyes: not for himself--for himself he was happy. they lay close together in the piercing cold. the blasts that blew over the flemish dykes from the northern seas were like waves of ice, which froze every living thing they touched. the interior of the immense vault of stone in which they were was even more bitterly chill than the snow-covered plains without. now and then a bat moved in the shadows; now and then a gleam of light came to the ranks of carven figures. under the rubens they lay together, quite still, and soothed almost into a dreaming slumber by the numbing narcotic of the cold. together they dreamed of the old glad days when they had chased each other through the flowering grasses of the summer meadows, or sat hidden in the tall bulrushes by the water's side, watching the boats go seaward in the sun. no anger had ever separated them; no cloud had ever come between them; no roughness on the one side, no faithlessness on the other, had ever obscured their perfect love and trust. all through their short lives they had done their duty as it had come to them, and had been happy in the mere sense of living, and had begrudged nothing to any man or beast, and had been quite content because quite innocent. and in the faintness of famine and of the frozen blood that stole dully and slowly through their veins, it was of the days they had spent together that they dreamed, lying there in the long watches of the night of the noël. suddenly through the darkness a great white radiance streamed through the vastness of the aisles; the moon, that was at her height, had broken through the clouds; the snow had ceased to fall; the light reflected from the snow without was clear as the light of dawn. it fell through the arches full upon the two pictures above, from which the boy on his entrance had flung back the veil: the elevation and the descent of the cross were for one instant visible as by day. nello rose to his feet and stretched his arms to them: the tears of a passionate ecstasy glistened on the paleness of his face. "i have seen them at last!" he cried aloud. "o god, it is enough!" his limbs failed under him, and he sank upon his knees, still gazing upward at the majesty that he adored. for a few brief moments the light illumined the divine visions that had been denied to him so long--light, clear and sweet and strong as though it streamed from the throne of heaven. then suddenly it passed away: once more a great darkness covered the face of christ. the arms of the boy drew close again the body of the dog. "we shall see his face--_there_," he murmured; "and he will not part us, i think; he will have mercy." on the morrow, by the chancel of the cathedral, the people of antwerp found them both. they were both dead: the cold of the night had frozen into stillness alike the young life and the old. when the christmas morning broke and the priests came to the temple, they saw them lying thus on the stones together. above, the veils were drawn back from the great visions of rubens, and the fresh rays of the sunrise touched the thorn-crowned head of the god. as the day grew on there came an old, hard-featured man, who wept as women weep. "i was cruel to the lad," he muttered, "and now i would have made amends--yea, to the half of my substance--and he should have been to me as a son." there came also, as the day grew apace, a painter who had fame in the world, and who was liberal of hand and of spirit. "i seek one who should have had the prize yesterday had worth won," he said to the people,--"a boy of rare promise and genius. an old woodcutter on a fallen tree at eventide--that was all his theme. but there was greatness for the future in it. i would fain find him, and take him with me and teach him art." * * * death had been more pitiful to them than longer life would have been. it had taken the one in the loyalty of love, and the other in the innocence of faith, from a world which for love has no recompense, and for faith no fulfilment. all their lives they had been together, and in their deaths they were not divided; for when they were found the arms of the boy were folded too closely around the dog to be severed without violence, and the people of their little village, contrite and ashamed, implored a special grace for them, and, making them one grave, laid them to rest there side by side--for ever. _a branch of lilac._ and indeed i loved france: still, in the misery of my life, i loved her for all that i had had from her. i loved her for her sunny roads, for her cheery laughter, for her vine-hung hamlets, for her contented poverty, for her gay, sweet mirth, for her pleasant days, for her starry nights, for her little bright groups at the village fountain, for her old, brown, humble peasants at her wayside crosses, for her wide, wind-swept plains all red with her radiant sunsets. she had given me beautiful hours; she is the mother of the poor, who sings to them so that they forget their hunger and their nakedness; she had made me happy in my youth. i was not ungrateful. it was in the heats of september that i reached my country. it was just after the day of sedan. i heard all along the roads, as i went, sad, sullen murmurs of our bitter disasters. it was not the truth exactly that was ever told at the poor wine-shops and about the harvest-fields, but it was near enough to the truth to be horrible. the blood-thirst which had been upon me ever since that night when i found her chair empty seemed to burn and seethe, till i saw nothing but blood--in the air, in the sun, in the water. * * * i remember in that ghastly time seeing a woman put the match to a piece whose gunner had just dropped dead. she fired with sure aim: her shot swept straight into a knot of horsemen on the neuilly road, and emptied more than one saddle. "you have a good sight," i said to her. she smiled. "this winter," she said slowly, "my children have all died for want of food--one by one, the youngest first. ever since then i want to hurt something--always. do you understand?" i did understand: i do not know if you do. it is just these things that make revolutions. * * * when i sit in the gloom here i see all the scenes of that pleasant life pass like pictures before me. no doubt i was often hot, often cold, often footsore, often ahungered and athirst: no doubt; but all that has faded now. i only see the old, lost, unforgotten brightness; the sunny roads, with the wild poppies blowing in the wayside grass; the quaint little red roofs and peaked towers that were thrust upward out of the rolling woods; the clear blue skies, with the larks singing against the sun; the quiet, cool, moss-grown towns, with old dreamy bells ringing sleepily above them; the dull casements opening here and there to show a rose like a girl's cheek, and a girl's face like the rose; the little wine-shops buried in their climbing vines and their tall, many-coloured hollyhocks, from which sometimes a cheery voice would cry, "come, stay for a stoup of wine, and pay us with a song." then, the nights when the people flocked to us, and the little tent was lighted, and the women's and the children's mirth rang out in peals of music; and the men vied with each other as to which should bear each of us off to have bed and board under the cottage roof, or in the old mill-house, or in the weaver's garret; the nights when the homely supper-board was brightened and thought honoured by our presence; when we told the black-eyed daughter's fortunes, and kept the children round-eyed and flushing red with wonder at strange tales, and smoked within the leaf-hung window with the father and his sons; and then went out, quietly, alone in the moonlight, and saw the old cathedral white and black in the shadows and the light; and strayed a little into its dim aisles, and watched the thorn-crowned god upon the cross, and in the cool fruit-scented air, in the sweet, silent dusk, moved softly with noiseless footfall and bent head, as though the dead were there. ah, well! they are all gone, those days and nights. begrudge me not their memory. i am ugly, and very poor, and of no account; and i die at sunrise, so they say. let me remember whilst i can: it is all oblivion _there_. so they say. * * * whether i suffered or enjoyed, loved or hated, is of no consequence to any one. the dancing-dog suffers intensely beneath the scourge of the stick, and is capable of intense attachment to any one who is merciful enough not to beat him; but the dancing-dog and his woe and his love are nothing to the world: i was as little. there is nothing more terrible, nothing more cruel, than the waste of emotion, the profuse expenditure of fruitless pain, which every hour, every moment, as it passes, causes to millions of living creatures. if it were of any use who would mind? but it is all waste, frightful waste, to no end, to no end. * * * ah, well! it is our moments of blindness and of folly that are the sole ones of happiness for all of us on earth. we only see clearly, i think, when we have reached the depths of woe. * * * france was a great sea in storm, on which the lives of all men were as frail boats tossing to their graves. some were blown east, some west; they passed each other in the endless night, and never knew, the tempest blew so strong. * * * winter tries hardly all the wandering races: if the year were all summer, all the world would be bohemians. * * * we poured out blood like water, and much of it was the proud blue blood of the old nobility. we should have saved france, i am sure, if there had been any one who had known how to consolidate and lead us. no one did; so it was all of no use. guerillas like us can do much, very much, but to do so much that it is victory we must have a genius amidst us. and we had none. if the first bonaparte had been alive and with us, we should have chased the foe as marius the cimbri. i think other nations will say so in the future: at the present they are all dazzled, they do not see clearly--they are all worshipping the rising sun. it is blood-red, and it blinds them. * * * it is so strange! we see a million faces, we hear a million voices, we meet a million women with flowers in their breasts and light in their fair eyes, and they do not touch us. then we see one, and she holds for us life or death, and plays with them idly so often--as idly as a child with toys. she is not nobler, better, or more beautiful than were all those we passed, and yet the world is empty to us without her. _signa._ in the garden of these children all the flora of italy was gathered and was growing. the delights of an italian garden are countless. it is not like any other garden in the world. it is at once more formal and more wild, at once greener with more abundant youth and venerable with more antique age. it has all boccaccio between its walls, all petrarca in its leaves, all raffaelle in its skies. and then the sunshine that beggars words and laughs at painters!--the boundless, intense, delicious, heavenly light! what do other gardens know of that, save in orange-groves of granada and rose thickets of damascus? the old broken marble statues, whence the water dripped and fed the water-lily; the great lemon-trees in pots big enough to drown a boy, the golden globes among their emerald leaves; the magnolias, like trees cast in bronze, with all the spice of india in their cups; the spires of ivory bells that the yuccas put forth, like belfries for fairies; the oleanders taller than a man, red and white and blush colour; the broad velvet leaves of the flowering rush; the dark majestic ilex oaks, that made the noon like twilight; the countless graces of the vast family of acacias; the high box hedges, sweet and pungent in the sun; the stone ponds, where the gold-fish slept through the sultry day; the wilderness of carnations; the huge roses, yellow, crimson, snow-white, and the small noisette and the banksia with its million of pink stars; myrtles in dense thickets, and camellias like a wood of evergreens; cacti in all quaint shapes, like fossils astonished to find themselves again alive; high walls, vine-hung and topped by pines and cypresses; low walls with crowds of geraniums on their parapets, and the mountains and the fields beyond them; marble basins hidden in creepers where the frogs dozed all day long; sounds of convent bells and of chapel chimes; green lizards basking on the flags; great sheds and granaries beautiful with the clematis and the wisteria and the rosy trumpets of the bignonia; great wooden places cool and shady, with vast arched entrances, and scent of hay, and empty casks, and red earthen amphoræ, and little mice scudding on the floors, and a sun-dial painted on the wall, and a crucifix set above the weather-cock, and through the huge unglazed windows sight of the green vines with the bullocks in the harvest-carts beneath them, or of some hilly sunlit road with a mule-team coming down it, or of a blue high hill with its pine-trees black against the sky, and on its slopes the yellow corn and misty olive. this was their garden; it is ten thousand other gardens in the land. the old painters had these gardens, and walked in them, and thought nothing better could be needed for any scene of annunciation or adoration, and so put them in beyond the windows of bethlehem or behind the throne of the lamb--and who can wonder? * * * in these little ancient burghs and hillside villages, scattered up and down between mountain and sea, there is often some boy or girl, with a more wonderful voice, or a more beautiful face, or a sweeter knack of song, or a more vivid trick of improvisation than the others; and this boy or girl strays away some day with a little bundle of clothes, and a coin or two, or is fetched away by some far-sighted pedlar in such human wares, who buys them as bird-fanciers buy the finches from the nets; and then, years and years afterwards, the town or hamlet hears indistinctly of some great prima donna, or of some lark-throated tenor, that the big world is making happy as kings, and rich as kings' treasurers, and the people carding the flax or shelling the chestnuts say to one another, "that was little black lià, or that was our old momo;" but momo or lià the village or the vine-field never sees again. * * * the heart of silver falls ever into the hands of brass. the sensitive herb is eaten as grass by the swine. * * * fate will have it so. fate is so old, and weary of her task; she must have some diversion. it is fate who blinded love for sport, and on the shoulders of possession hung the wallet full of stones and sand--satiety. * * * as passion yet unknown thrills in the adolescent, as maternity yet undreamed of stirs in the maiden; so the love of art comes to the artist before he can give a voice to his thought or any name to his desire. signa heard "beautiful things" as he sat in the rising moonlight, with the bells of the little bindweed white about his feet. that was all he could have said. whether the angels sent them on the breeze, or the birds brought them, or the dead men came and sang them to him, he could not tell. indeed, who can tell? where did guido see the golden hair of st. michael gleam upon the wind? where did mozart hear the awful cries of the risen dead come to judgment? what voice was in the fountain of vaucluse? under what nodding oxlip did shakespeare find titania asleep? when did the mother of love come down, chaster in her unclothed loveliness than vestal in her veil, and with such vision of her make obscure cleomenes immortal? who can tell? signa sat dreaming, with his chin upon his hands, and his eyes wandering over all the silent place, from the closed flowers at his feet to the moon in her circles of mist. who walks in these paths now may go back four hundred years. they are changed in nothing. through their high hedges of rhododendron and of jessamine that grow like woodland trees it would still seem but natural to see raffaelle with his court-train of students, or signorelli splendid in those apparellings which were the comment of his age; and on these broad stone terraces with the lizards basking on their steps and the trees opening to show a vine-covered hill with the white oxen creeping down it and the blue mountains farther still behind, it would be but fitting to see a dark figure sitting and painting lilies upon a golden ground, or cherubs' heads upon a panel of cypress wood, and to hear that this painter was the monk angelico. the deepest charm of these old gardens, as of their country, is, after all, that in them it is possible to forget the present age. in the full, drowsy, voluptuous noon, when they are a gorgeous blaze of colour and a very intoxication of fragrance, as in the ethereal white moonlight of midnight, when, with the silver beams and the white blossoms and the pale marbles, they are like a world of snow, their charm is one of rest, silence, leisure, dreams, and passion all in one; they belong to the days when art was a living power, when love was a thing of heaven or of hell, and when men had the faith of children and the force of gods. those days are dead, but in these old gardens you can believe still that you live in them. * * * "pippa!" echoed istriel. his memories were wakened by the name, and went back to the days of his youth, when he had gone through the fields at evening, when the purple beanflower was in bloom. "what is your name then?" he asked, with a changed sound in his voice, and with his fair cheek paler. "i am bruno marcillo; i come from the hills above the lastra a signa." istriel rose, and looked at him; he had not remembered dead pippa for many a year. all in a moment he did remember: the long light days, the little grey-walled town, the meetings in the vine-hung paths, when sunset burned the skies; the girl with the pearls on her round brown throat, the moonlit nights, with the strings of the guitar throbbing, and the hearts of the lovers leaping; the sweet, eager, thoughtless passion that swayed them one to another, as two flowers are blown together in the mild soft winds of summer; he remembered it all now. and he had forgotten so long; forgotten so utterly; save now and then, when in some great man's house he had chanced to see some painting done in his youth, and sold then for a few gold coins, of a tender tempestuous face, half smiling and half sobbing, full of storm and sunshine, both in one; and then at such times had thought, "poor little fool! she loved me too well;--it is the worst fault a woman has." some regret he had felt, and some remorse when he had found the garret empty, and had lost pippa from sight in the great sea of chance; but she had wearied him, importuned him, clung to him; she had had the worst fault, she had loved him too much. he had been young and poor, and very ambitious; he had been soon reconciled; he had soon learned to think that it was a burden best fallen from his shoulders. no doubt she had suffered; but there was no help for that--some one always suffered when these ties were broken--so he had said to himself. and then there had come success and fame, and the pleasures of the world and the triumphs of art, and pippa had dropped from his thoughts as dead blossoms from a bough; and he had loved so many other women, that he could not have counted them; and the memory of that boy-and-girl romance in the green hill country of the old etruscan land had died away from him like a song long mute. now, all at once, pippa's hand seemed to touch him--pippa's voice seemed to rouse him--pippa's eyes seemed to look at him. * * * it was very early in the morning. there had been heavy rains at night, and there was, when the sun rose, everywhere, that white fog of the valdarno country which is like a silvery cloud hanging over all the earth. it spreads everywhere and blends together land and sky; but it has breaks of exquisite transparencies, through which the gold of the sunbeam shines, and the rose of the dawn blushes, and the summits of the hills gleam here and there, with a white monastery, or a mountain belfry, or a cluster of cypresses seen through it, hung in the air as it were, and framed like pictures in the silvery mist. it is no noxious steam rising from the rivers and the rains: no grey and oppressive obliteration of the face of the world like the fogs of the north; no weight on the lungs and blindness to the eyes; no burden of leaden damp lying heavy on the soil and on the spirit; no wall built up between the sun and men; but a fog that is as beautiful as the full moonlight is--nay, more beautiful, for it has beams of warmth, glories of colour, glimpses of landscape such as the moon would coldly kill; and the bells ring, and the sheep bleat, and the birds sing underneath its shadow; and the sun-rays come through it, darted like angels' spears: and it has in it all the promise of the morning, and all the sounds of the waking day. * * * a great darkness was over all his mind like the plague of that unending night which brooded over egypt. all the ferocity of his nature was scourged into its greatest strength; he was sensible of nothing except the sense that he was beaten in the one aim and purpose of his life. only--if by any chance he could still save the boy. that one thought--companion with him, sleeping and waking, through so many joyless nights--stayed with him still. it seemed to him that he would have strength to scale the very heights of heaven, and shake the very throne of god until he heard--to save the boy. the night was far gone; the red of the day-dawn began to glow, and the stars paled. he did not know how time went; but he knew the look of the daybreak. when the skies looked so through his grated windows at home, he rose and said a prayer, and went down and unbarred his doors, and led out his white beasts to the plough, or between the golden lines of the reaped corn; all that was over now. the birds were waking on the old green hills and the crocus flowers unclosing; but he---- "i shall never see it again," he thought, and his heart yearned to it, and the great, hot, slow tears of a man's woe stole into his aching eyes and burned them. but he had no pity on himself. he had freedom and health and strength and manhood, and he was still not old, and still might win the favour of women, and see his children laugh--if he went back to the old homestead, and the old safe ways of his fathers. and the very smell of the earth there was sweet to him as a virgin's breath, and the mere toil of the ground had been dear to him by reason of the faithful love that he bore to his birthplace. but he had no pity on himself. "my soul for his," he had said; and he cleaved to his word and kept it. in his day he had been savage to others. he was no less so to himself. he had done all that he knew how to do. he had crushed out the natural evil of him and denied the desires of the flesh, and changed his very nature to do good by pippa's son: and it had all been of no use; it had all been spent in vain, as drowning seamen's cries for help are spent on angry winds and yawning waters. he had tried to follow god's will and to drive the tempter from him, for the boy's sake; and it had all been of no avail. through the long score of years his vain sacrifices echoed dully by him as a dropt stone through the dark shaft of a well. perhaps it was not enough. perhaps it was needful that he should redeem the boy's soul by the utter surrender and eternal ruin of his own--perhaps. after all it was a poor love which balanced cost; a meek, mean love which would not dare to take guilt upon it for the thing it cherished. to him crime was crime in naked utter blackness; without aught of those palliatives with which the cultured and philosophic temper can streak it smooth and paint its soft excuse, and trace it back to influence or insanity. to him sin was a mighty, hideous, hell-born thing, which being embraced dragged him who kissed it on the mouth, downward and downward into bottomless pits of endless night and ceaseless torment. to him the depths of hell and heights of heaven were real as he had seen them in the visions of orgagna. yet he was willing to say, "evil, be thou my good!" if by such evil he could break the bonds of passion from the life of pippa's son. he had in him the mighty fanaticism which has made at once the tyrants and the martyrs of the world. "leave him to me," he had said, and then the strength and weakness, and ruthless heat, and utter self-deliverance of his nature leaped to their height, and nerved him with deadly passion. "there is but one way," he said to himself;--there was but one way to cut the cords of this hideous, tangled knot of destiny and let free the boy to the old ways of innocence. "he will curse me," he thought; "i shall die--never looking on his face--never hearing his voice. but he will be freed--so. he will suffer--for a day--a year. but he will be spared the truth. and he is so young--he will be glad again before the summer comes." for a moment his courage failed him. he could face the thought of an eternity of pain, and not turn pale, nor pause. but to die with the boy's curse on him--that was harder. "it is selfishness to pause," he told himself. "he will loathe me always; but what matter?--he will be saved; he will be innocent once more; he will hear his 'beautiful things' again; he will never know the truth; he will be at peace with himself, and forget before the summer comes. he never has loved me--not much. what does it matter?--so that he is saved. when he sees his mother in heaven some day, then she will say to him--'it was done for your sake.' and i shall know that he sees then, as god sees. that will be enough." * * * the boy looked out through the iron bars of his open lattice into the cold, still night, full of the smell of fallen leaves and fir cones. the tears fell down his cheeks; his heart was oppressed with a vague yearning, such as made mozart weep, when he heard his own lacrimosa chanted. it is not fear of death, it is not desire of life. it is that unutterable want, that nameless longing, which stirs in the soul that is a little purer than its fellow, and which, burdened with that prophetic pain which men call genius, blindly feels its way after some great light, that knows must be shining somewhere upon other worlds, though all the earth is dark. when mozart wept, it was for the world he could never reach--not for the world he left. * * * he had been brought up upon this wooded spur, looking down on the signa country; all his loves and hatreds, joys and pains, had been known here; from the time he had plucked the maple leaves in autumn for the cattle with little brown five-year-old hands he had laboured here, never seeing the sun set elsewhere except on that one night at the sea. he was close rooted to the earth as the stonepines were and the oaks. it had always seemed to him that a man should die where he took life first, amongst his kindred and under the sods that his feet had run over in babyhood. he had never thought much about it, but unconsciously the fibres of his heart had twisted themselves round all the smallest and the biggest things of his home as the tendrils of a strong ivy bush fasten round a great tower and the little stones alike. the wooden settle where his mother had sat; the shrine in the house wall; the copper vessels that had glowed in the wood-fuel light when a large family had gathered there about the hearth; the stone well under the walnut-tree where dead dina had often stayed to smile on him; the cypress-wood presses where pippa had kept her feast-day finery and her pearls; the old vast sweet-smelling sheds and stables where he had threshed and hewn and yoked his oxen thirty years if one: all these things, and a hundred like them, were dear to him with all the memories of his entire life; and away from them he could know no peace. he was going away into a great darkness. he had nothing to guide him. the iron of a wasted love, of a useless sacrifice, was in his heart. his instinct drove him where there was peril for pippa's son--that was all. if this woman took the lad away from him, where was there any mercy or justice, earthly or divine? that was all he asked himself, blindly and stupidly; as the oxen seem to ask it with their mild, sad eyes as they strain under the yoke and goad, suffering and not knowing why they suffer. nothing was clear to bruno. only life had taught him that love is the brother of death. one thing and another had come between him and the lad he cherished. the dreams of the child, the desires of the youth, the powers of art, the passion of genius, one by one had come in between him and loosened his hold, and made him stand aloof as a stranger. but love he had dreaded most of all; love which slays with one glance dreams and art and genius, and lays them dead as rootless weeds that rot in burning suns. now love had come. he worked all day, holding the sickness of fear off him as best he could, for he was a brave man;--only he had wrestled with fate so long, and it seemed always to beat him, and almost he grew tired. he cut a week's fodder for the beasts, and left all things in their places, and then, as the day darkened, prepared to go. tinello and pastore lowed at him, thrusting their broad white foreheads and soft noses over their stable door. he turned and stroked them in farewell. "poor beasts!" he muttered; "shall i never muzzle and yoke you ever again?" his throat grew dry, his eyes grew dim. he was like a man who sails for a voyage on unknown seas, and neither he nor any other can tell whether he will ever return. he might come back in a day; he might come back never. multitudes, well used to wander, would have laughed at him. but to him it was as though he set forth on the journey which men call death. in the grey lowering evening he kissed the beasts on their white brows. there was no one there to see his weakness, and year on year he had decked them with their garlands of hedge flowers and led them up on god's day to have their strength blessed by the priest--their strength that laboured with his own from dawn to dark over the bare brown fields. then he turned his back on his old home, and went down the green sides of the hill, and lost sight of his birthplace as the night fell. all through the night he was borne away by the edge of the sea, along the wild windy shores, through the stagnant marshes and the black pools where the buffalo and the wild boar herded, past the deserted cities of the coast, and beyond the forsaken harbours of Æneas and of nero. the west wind blew strong; the clouds were heavy; now and then the moon shone on a sullen sea; now and then the darkness broke over rank maremma vapours; at times he heard the distant bellowing of the herds, at times he heard the moaning of the water; mighty cities, lost armies, slaughtered hosts, foundered fleets, were underneath that soil and sea; whole nations had their sepulchres on that low, wind-blown shore. but of these he knew nothing. it only seemed to him, that day would never come. once or twice he fell asleep for a few moments, and waking in that confused noise of the stormy night and the wild water and the frightened herds, thought that he was dead, and that this sound was the passing of the feet of all the living multitude going for ever to and fro, unthinking, over the depths of the dark earth where he lay. * * * to behold the dominion of evil; the victory of the liar; the empire of that which is base; to be powerless to resist, impotent to strip it bare; to watch it suck under a beloved life as the whirlpool the gold-freighted vessel; to know that the soul for which we would give our own to everlasting ruin is daily, hourly, momentarily subjugated, emasculated, possessed, devoured by those alien powers of violence and fraud which have fastened upon it as their prey; to stand by fettered and mute, and cry out to heaven that in this conflict the angels themselves should descend to wrestle for us, and yet know that all the while the very stars in their courses shall sooner stand still than this reign of sin be ended:--this is the greatest woe that the world holds. beaten, we shake in vain the adamant gates of a brazen iniquity; we may bruise our breasts there till we die; there is no entrance possible. for that which is vile is stronger than all love, all faith, all pure desire, all passionate pain; that which is vile has all the forces that men have called the powers of hell. * * * to him the world was like the dark fathomless waste of waters shelving away to nameless shapeless perils such as the old greek mariners drew upon their charts as compassing the shores they knew. he had no light of knowledge by which to pursue in hope or fancy the younger life that would be launched into the untried realms. to him such separation was as death. he could not write; he could not even read what was written. he could only trust to others that all was well with the boy. he could have none of that mental solace which supports the scholar; none of that sense of natural loveliness which consoles the poet; his mind could not travel beyond the narrow circlet of its own pain; his eyes could not see beauty everywhere from the green fly at his foot to the sapphire mountains above his head; he only noticed the sunset to tell the weather; he only looked across the plain to see if the rain-fall would cross the river. when the autumn crocus sank under his share, to him it was only a weed best withered; in hell he believed, and for heaven he hoped, but only dully, as things certain that the priests knew; but all consolations of the mind or the fancy were denied to him. superstitions, indeed, he had, but these were all;--sad-coloured fungi in the stead of flowers. the italian has not strong imagination. his grace is an instinct; his love is a frenzy; his gaiety is rather joy than jest; his melancholy is from temperament, not meditation; nature is little to him; and his religion and his passions alike must have physical indulgence and perpetual nearness, or they are nothing. he lived in almost absolute solitude. sometimes it grew dreary, and the weeks seemed long. two years went by--slowly. signa did not come home. the travel to and fro took too much money, and he was engrossed in his studies, and it was best so; so luigi dini said, and bruno let it be. the boy did not ask to return. his letters were very brief and not very coherent, and he forget to send messages to old teresina or to palma. but there was no fear for him. the sacristan's friends under whose roof he was wrote once in a quarter, and spoke well of him always, and said that the professors did the same, and that a gentler lad or one more wedded to his work they never knew. and so bruno kept his soul in patience, and said, "do not trouble him; when he wishes he will come--or if he want anything. let him be." to those who have traversed far seas and many lands, and who can bridge untravelled countries by the aid of experience and of understanding, such partings have pain, but a pain lessened by the certain knowledge of their span and purpose. by the light of remembrance or of imagination they can follow that which leaves them. but bruno had no such solace. to him all that was indefinite was evil; all that was unfamiliar was horrible. it is the error of ignorance at all times. * * * he played for himself, for the air, for the clouds, for the trees, for the sheep, for the kids, for the waters, for the stones; played as pan did, and orpheus and apollo. his music came from heaven and went back to it. what did it matter who heard it on earth? a lily would listen to him as never a man could do; and a daffodil would dance with delight as never woman could;--or he thought so at least, which was the same thing. and he could keep the sheep all round him, charmed and still, high above on the hillside, with the sad pines sighing. what did he want with people to hear? he would play for them; but he did not care. if they felt it wrongly, or felt it not at all, he would stop, and run away. "if they are deaf i will be dumb," he said. "the dogs and the sheep and the birds are never deaf--nor the hills--nor the flowers. it is only people that are deaf. i suppose they are always hearing their own steps and voices and wheels and windlasses and the cries of the children and the hiss of the frying-pans. i suppose that is why. well, let them be deaf. rusignuola and i do not want them." so he said to palma under the south wall, watching a butterfly, that folded was like an illuminated shield of black and gold, and with its wings spread was like a scarlet pomegranate blossom flying. palma had asked him why he had run away from the bridal supper of griffeo, the coppersmith's son,--just in the midst of his music; run away home, he and his violin. "they were not deaf," resumed palma. "but your music was so sad--and they were merry." "i played what came to me," said signa. "but you are merry sometimes." "not in a little room with oilwicks burning, and a stench of wine, and people round me. people always make me sad." "why that?" "because--i do not know:--when a number of faces are round me i seem stupid; it is as if i were in a cage; i feel as if god went away, farther, farther, farther!" "but god made men and women." "yes. but i wonder if the trapped birds, and the beaten dogs, and the smarting mules, and the bleeding sheep think so." "oh, signa!" "i think they must doubt it," said signa. "but the beasts are not christians, the priests say so," said palma, who was a very true believer. "i know. but i think they are. for they forgive. we never do." "some of us do." "not as the beasts do. agnoto's house-lamb, the other day, licked his hand as he cut its throat. he told me so." "that was because it loved him," said palma. "and how can it love if it have not a soul?" said signa. palma munched her crust. this sort of meditation, which signa was very prone to wander in, utterly confused her. she could talk at need, as others could, of the young cauliflowers, and the spring lettuces, and the chances of the ripening corn, and the look of the budding grapes, and the promise of the weather, and the likelihood of drought, and the parocco's last sermon, and the gossips' last history of the neighbours, and the varying prices of fine and of coarse plaiting; but anything else--palma was more at ease with the heavy pole pulling against her, and the heavy bucket coming up sullenly from the water-hole. she felt, when he spoke in this way, much as bruno did--only far more intensely--as if signa went away from her--right away into the sky somewhere--as the swallows went when they spread their wings to the east, or the blue wood-smoke when it vanished. "you love your music better than you do bruno, or me, or anything, signa," she said, with a little sorrow that was very humble, and not in the least reproachful. "yes," said signa, with the unconscious cruelty of one in whom art is born predominant. "do you know, palma," he said suddenly, after a pause--"do you know--i think i could make something beautiful, something men would be glad of, if only i could be where they would care for it." "we do care," said the girl gently. "oh, in a way. that is not what i mean," said the boy, with a little impatience which daily grew on him more, for the associates of his life. "you all care; you all sing; it is as the finches do in the fields, without knowing at all what it is that you do. you are all like birds. you pipe--pipe--pipe, as you eat, as you work, as you play. but what music do we ever have in the churches? who amongst you really likes all that music when i play it off the old scores that gigi says were written by such great men, any better than you like the tinkling of the mandolines when you dance in the threshing barns? i am sure you all like the mandolines best. i know nothing here. i do not even know whether what i do is worth much or nothing. i think if i could hear great music once--if i could go to florence----" "to florence?" echoed palma. * * * the contadino not seldom goes through all his life without seeing one league beyond the fields of his labour, and the village that he is registered at, married at, and buried at, and which is the very apex of the earth to him. women will spin and plait and hoe and glean within half a dozen miles of some great city whose name is an art glory in the mouths of scholars, and never will have seen it, never once perhaps, from their birth down to their grave. a few miles of vine-bordered roads, a breadth of corn-land, a rounded hill, a little red roof under a mulberry tree, a church tower with a saint upon the roof, and a bell that sounds over the walnut-trees--these are their world: they know and want to know no other. a narrow life, no doubt, yet not without much to be said for it. without unrest, without curiosity, without envy; clinging like a plant to the soil; and no more willing to wander than the vinestakes which they thrust into the earth. to those who have put a girdle round the earth with their footsteps, the whole world seems much smaller than does the hamlet or farm of his affections to the peasant:--and how much poorer! the vague, dreamful wonder of an untravelled distance--of an untracked horizon--has after all more romance in it than lies in the whole globe run over in a year. who can ever look at the old maps in herodotus or xenophon without a wish that the charm of those unknown limits and those untraversed seas was ours?--without an irresistible sense that to have sailed away, in vaguest hazard, into the endless mystery of the utterly unknown, must have had a sweetness and a greatness in it that is never to be extracted from "the tour of the world in ninety days." * * * "she takes a whim for him; a fancy of a month; he thinks it heaven and eternity. she has ruined him. his genius is burned up; his youth is dead; he will do nothing more of any worth. women like her are like the indian drugs, that sleep and kill. how is that any fault of mine? he could see the thing she was. if he will fling his soul away upon a creature lighter than thistle-down, viler than a rattlesnake's poison, poorer and quicker to pass than the breath of a gnat--whose blame is that except his own? there was a sculptor once, you know, that fell to lascivious worship of the marble image he had made; well,--poets are not even so far wise as that. they make an image out of the gossamer rainbow stuff of their own dreams, and then curse heaven and earth because it dissolves to empty air in their fond arms--whose blame is that? the fools are made so----" * * * not only the fly on the spoke takes praise to itself for the speed of the wheel, but the stone that would fain have hindered it, says, when the wheel unhindered has passed it, "lo! see how much i helped!" * * * the woman makes or mars the man: the man the woman. mythology had no need of the fates. there is only one; the winged blind god that came by night to psyche. * * * all in a moment his art perished. when a human love wakes it crushes fame like a dead leaf, and all the spirits and ministers of the mind shrink away before it, and can no more allure, no more console, but, sighing, pass into silence and are dumb. * * * life, without a central purpose around which it can revolve, is like a star that has fallen out of its orbit. with a great affection or a great aim gone, the practical life may go on loosely, indifferently, mechanically, but it takes no grip on outer things, it has no vital interest, it gravitates to nothing. * * * men who dwell in solitude are superstitious. there is no "chance" for them. the common things of earth and air to them grow portents: and it is easier for them to believe that the universe revolves to serve the earth, than to believe that men are to the universe as the gnats in the sunbeam to the sun; they can sooner credit that the constellations are charged with their destiny, than that they can suffer and die without arousing a sigh for them anywhere in all creation. it is not vanity, as the mocker too hastily thinks. it is the helpless, pathetic cry of the mortal to the immortal nature from which he springs: "leave me not alone: confound me not with the matter that perishes: i am full of pain--have pity!" to be the mere sport of hazard as a dead moth is on the wind--the heart of man refuses to believe it can be so with him. to be created only to be abandoned--he will not think that the forces of existence are so cruel and so unrelenting and so fruitless. in the world he may learn to say that he thinks so, and is resigned to it; but in loneliness the penumbra of his own existence lies on all creation, and the winds and the stars and the daylight and night and the vast unknown mute forces of life--all seem to him that they must of necessity be either his ministers or his destroyers. * * * of all the innocent things that die, the impossible dreams of the poet are the things that die with most pain, and, perhaps, with most loss to humanity. those who are happy die before their dreams. this is what the old greek saying meant. the world had not yet driven the sweet, fair follies from signa's head, nor had it yet made him selfish. if he had lived in the age when timander could arrest by his melodies the tide of revolution, or when the harp of the persian could save bagdad from the sword and flame of murad, all might have been well with him. but the time is gone by when music or any other art was a king. all genius now is, at its best, but a servitor--well or ill fed. * * * silently he put his hand out and grasped signa's, and led him into the spanish chapel, and sank on his knees. the glory of the morning streamed in from the cloister; all the dead gold and the faded hues were transfigured by it; the sunbeams shone on the face of laura, the deep sweet colours of bronzino's coena glowed upward in the vault amidst the shadows; the company of the blessed, whom the old painters had gathered there, cast off the faded robes that the ages had wrapped them in, and stood forth like the tender spirits that they were, and seemed to say, "nay, we, and they who made us, we are not dead, but only waiting." it is all so simple and so foolish there; the war-horses of taddeo that bear their lords to eternity as to a joust of arms; the heretic dogs of memmi, with their tight wooden collars; the beauteous fiammetta and her lover, thronging amongst the saints; the little house, where the holy ghost is sitting, with the purified saints listening at the door, with strings tied to their heads to lift them into paradise; it is all so quaint, so childlike, so pathetic, so grotesque,--like a set of wooden figures from its noah's ark that a dying child has set out on its little bed, and that are so stiff and ludicrous, and yet which no one well can look at and be unmoved, by reason of the little cold hand that has found beauty in them. as the dying child to the wooden figures, so the dead faith gives to the old frescoes here something that lies too deep for tears; we smile, and yet all the while we say;--if only we could believe like this; if only for us the dead could be but sleeping! * * * it was past midnight, and the moon had vanished behind her mountain, withdrawing her little delicate curled golden horn, as if to blow with it the trumpet-call of morning. * * * such pretty, neat, ready lying as this would stand him in better stead than all the high spirit in the world; which, after all, only serves to get a man into hot water in this life and eternal fire in the next. * * * in the country of virgil, life remains pastoral still. the field labourer of northern countries may be but a hapless hind, hedging and ditching dolefully, or at best serving a steam-beast with oil and fire; but in the land of the georgics there is the poetry of agriculture still. materially it may be an evil and a loss--political economists will say so; but spiritually it is a gain. a certain peace and light lie on the people at their toil. the reaper with his hook, the plougher with his oxen, the girl who gleans amongst the trailing vines, the child that sees the flowers tossing with the corn, the men that sing to get a blessing on the grapes--they have all a certain grace and dignity of the old classic ways left with them. they till the earth still with the simplicity of old, looking straight to the gods for recompense. great apollo might still come down amidst them and play to them in their threshing-barns, and guide his milk-white beasts over their furrows,--and there would be nothing in the toil to shame or burden him. it will not last. the famine of a world too full will lay it waste; but it is here a little while longer still. * * * for discontent already creeps into each of these happy households, and under her fox-skin hood says, "let me in--i am progress." * * * in most men and women, love waking wakes, with itself, the soul. in poets love waking kills it. * * * when god gives genius, i think he makes the brain of some strange, glorious stuff, that takes all strength out of the character, and all sight out of the eyes. those artists--they are like the birds we blind: they sing, and make people weep for very joy to hear them; but they cannot see their way to peck the worms, and are for ever wounding their breasts against the wires. no doubt it is a great thing to have genius; but it is a sort of sickness after all; and when love comes-- * * * lippo knew that wise men do not do harm to whatever they may hate. they drive it on to slay itself. so without blood-guiltiness they get their end, yet stainless go to god. * * * he was a little shell off the seashore that hermes had taken out of millions like it that the waves washed up, and had breathed into, and had strung with fine chords, and had made into a syrinx sweet for every human ear. why not break the simple shell for sport? she did not care for music. did the gods care--they could make another. * * * start a lie and a truth together, like hare and hound; the lie will run fast and smooth, and no man will ever turn it aside; but at the truth most hands will fling a stone, and so hinder it for sport's sake, if they can. * * * he heard the notes of a violin, quite faint and distant, but sweet as the piping of a blackbird amongst the white anemones of earliest spring. * * * "nature makes some folks false as it makes lizards wriggle," said he. "lippo is a lizard. no dog ever caught him napping, though he looks so lazy in the sun." * * * he did not waver. he did not repine. he made no reproach, even in his own thoughts. he had only lost all the hope out of his life and all the pride of it. but men lose these and live on; women also. he had built up his little kingdom out of atoms, little by little; atoms of time, of patience, of self-denial, of hoarded coins, of snatched moments;--built it up little by little, at cost of bodily labour and of bodily pain, as the pyramids were built brick by brick by the toil and the torment of unnoticed lives. it was only a poor little nook of land, but it had been like an empire won to him. with his foot on its soil he had felt rich. and now it was gone--gone like a handful of thistle-down lost on the winds, like a spider's web broken in a shower of rain. gone: never to be his own again. never. he sat and watched the brook run on, the pied birds come to drink, the throstle stir on the olive, the cloud shadows steal over the brown, bare fields. the red flush of sunrise faded. smoke rose from the distant roofs. men came out on the lands to work. bells rang. the day began. he got up slowly and went away; looking backwards, looking backwards, always. great leaders who behold their armed hosts melt like snow, and great monarchs who are driven out discrowned from the palaces of their fathers, are statelier figures and have more tragic grace than he had;--only a peasant leaving a shred of land, no bigger than a rich man's dwelling-house will cover;--but vanquished leader or exiled monarch never was more desolate than bruno, when the full sun rose and he looked his last look upon the three poor fields, where for ever the hands of other men would labour, and for ever the feet of other men would wander. * * * he only heard the toads cry to one another, feeling rain coming, "crake! crake! crake! we love a wet world as men an evil way. the skies are going to weep; let us be merry. crock! crock! crock!" and they waddled out--slow, quaint, black things, with arms akimbo, and stared at him with their shrewd, hard eyes. they would lie snug a thousand years with a stone and be quite happy. why were not men like that? toads are kindly in their way, and will get friendly. only men seem to them such fools. the toad is a fakeer, and thinks the beatitude of life lies in contemplation. men fret and fuss and fume, and are for ever in haste; the toad eyes them with contempt. * * * i would die this hour, oh, so gladly, if i could be quite sure that my music would be loved, and be remembered. i do not know: there can be nothing like it, i think:--a thing you create, that is all your own, that is the very breath of your mouth, and the very voice of your soul; which is all that is best in you, the very gift of god; and then to know that all this may be lost eternally, killed, stifled, buried, just for want of men's faith and a little gold! i do not think there can be any loss like it, nor any suffering like it, anywhere else in the world. oh, if only it would do any good, i would fling my body into the grave to-morrow, happy, quite happy; if only afterwards, they would sing my songs, all over the earth, and just say, "god spoke to him; and he has told men what he said." * * * no one can make much music with the mandoline, but there is no other music, perhaps, which sounds so fittingly to time and place, as do its simple sonorous tender chords when heard through the thickets of rose-laurel or the festoons of the vines, vibrating on the stillness of the night under the tuscan moon. it would suit the serenade of romeo; desdemona should sing the willow song to it, and not to the harp; paolo pleaded by it, be sure, many a time to francesca; and stradella sang to it the passion whose end was death; it is of all music the most italian, and it fills the pauses of the love-songs softly, like a sigh or like a kiss. its very charm is, that it says so little. love wants so little said. and the mandoline, though so mournful and full of languor as love is, yet can be gay with that caressing joy born of beautiful nothings, which makes the laughter of lovers the lightest-hearted laughter that ever gives silver wings to time. * * * it was a quaint, vivid, pretty procession, full of grace and of movement--classic and homely, pagan and mediæval, both at once--bright in hue, rustic in garb, poetic in feeling. teniers might have painted the brown girls and boys leaping and singing on the turf, with their brandishing boughs, their flaring torches, their bare feet, their tossing arms; but leonardo or guercino would have been wanted for the face of the young singer whom they carried, with the crown of the leaves and of the roses on his drooped head, like the lotus flowers on the young antinous. piero di cosimo, perhaps, in one of his greatest moments of brilliant caprice, might best have painted the whole, with the background of the dusky hillside; and he would have set it round with strange arabesques in gold, and illumined amongst them in emblem the pipe of the shepherd, and the harp of the muse, and the river-rush that the gods would cut down and fill with their breath and the music of heaven. bruno stood by, and let the innocent pageant pass, with its gold of autumn foliage and its purples of crocus-like colchicum. he heard their voices crying in the court: "we have got him--we have brought him. our signa, who is going to be great!" * * * all life had been to him as the divining-rod of aaron, blooming ever afresh with magic flowers. now that the flame of pain and passion burned it up, and left a bare sear brittle bough, he could not understand. love is cruel as the grave. the poet has embraced the universe in his visions, and heard harmony in every sound, from deep calling through the darkest storm to deep, as from the lightest leaf-dancing in the summer wind; he has found joy in the simplest things, in the nest of a bird, in the wayside grass, in the yellow sand, in the rods of the willow; the lowliest creeping life has held its homily and solace, and in the hush of night he has lifted his face to the stars, and thought that he communed with their creator and his own. then--all in a moment--love claims him, and there is no melody anywhere save in one single human voice, there is no heaven for him save on one human breast; when one face is turned from him there is darkness on all the earth; when one life is lost--let the stars reel from their courses and the world whirl and burn and perish like the moon; nothing matters; when love is dead there is no god. * * * bruno lay down that night, but for an hour only. he could not sleep. he rose before the sun was up, in the grey wintry break of day, while the fog from the river rose like a white wall built up across the plain. it is the season when the peasant has the least to do. ploughing, and sowing, and oil-pressing, all are past; there is little labour for man or beast; there is only garden work for the vegetable market, and the care of the sheep and cattle, where there are any. in large households, where many brothers and sisters get round the oil lamp and munch roast chestnuts and thrum a guitar, or tell ghost stories, these short empty days are very well; sometimes there is a stranger lost coming over the pinewoods, sometimes there is a snow-storm, and the sheep want seeing to; sometimes there is the old roistering way of keeping twelfth-night, even on these lonely wind-torn heights; where the house is full and merry, the short winter passes not so very dully; but in the solitary places, where men brood alone, as bruno did, they are heavy enough; all the rest of the world might be dead and buried, the stillness is so unbroken, the loneliness so great. he got up and saw after his few sheep above amongst the pines; one or two of them were near lambing; then he laboured on his garden mould amongst the potato plants and cauliflowers, the raw mist in his lungs and the sea-wind blowing. it had become very mild; the red rose on his house-wall was in bud, and the violets were beginning to push from underneath the moss; but the mornings were always very cold and damp. an old man came across from carmignano to beg a pumpkin-gourd or two; he got a scanty living by rubbing them up and selling them to the fishermen down on the arno. bruno gave them. he had known the old creature all his life. "you are dull here," said the old man, timidly; because every one was more or less afraid of bruno. bruno shrugged his shoulders and took up his spade again. "your boy does grand things, they say," said the old man; "but it would be cheerfuller for you if he had taken to the soil." bruno went on digging. "it is like a man i know," said the pumpkin-seller, thinking the sound of his own voice must be a charity. "a man that helped to cast church-bells. he cast bells all his life; he never did anything else at all. 'it is brave work,' said he to me once, 'sweating in the furnace there and making the metal into tuneful things to chime the praise of all the saints and angels; but when you sweat and sweat and sweat, and every bell you make just goes away and is swung up where you never see or hear it ever again--that seems sad; my bells are all ringing in the clouds, saving the people's souls, greeting our lady; but they are all gone ever so far away from me. i only hear them ringing in my dreams.' now, i think the boy is like the bells--to you." bruno dug in the earth. "the man was a fool," said he. "who cared for his sweat or sorrow? it was his work to melt the metal. that was all." "ay," said the pumpkin-seller, and shouldered the big, yellow, wrinkled things that he had begged; "but never to hear the bells--that is sad work." bruno smiled grimly. "sad! he could hear some of them as other people did, no doubt, ringing far away against the skies while he was in the mud. that was all he wanted; if he were wise, he did not even want so much as that. good-day." it was against his wont to speak so many words on any other thing than the cattle or the olive harvest or the prices of seeds and grain in the market in the town. he set his heel upon his spade and pitched the earth-begrimed potatoes in the skip he filled. the old man nodded and went--to wend his way to carmignano. suddenly he turned back: he was a tender-hearted, fanciful soul, and had had a long, lonely life himself. "i tell you what," he said, a little timidly; "perhaps the bells, praising god always, ringing the sun in and out, and honouring our lady; perhaps they went for something in the lives of the men that made them? i think they must. it would be hard if the bells got everything, the makers nothing." over bruno's face a slight change went. his imperious eyes softened. he knew the old man spoke in kindness. "take these home with you. nay; no thanks," he said, and lifted on the other's back the kreel full of potatoes dug for the market. the old man blessed him, overjoyed; he was sickly and very poor; and hobbled on his way along the side of the mountains. bruno went to other work. if the bells ring true and clear, and always to the honour of the saints, a man may be content to have sweated for it in the furnace and to be forgot; but--if it be cracked in a fire and the pure ore of it melt away shapeless? * * * "toccò" was sounding from all the city clocks. he met another man he knew, a farmer from montelupo. "brave doings!" said the montelupo man. "a gala night to-night for the foreign prince, and your boy summoned, so they say. no doubt you are come in to see it all?" bruno shook himself free quickly, and went on; for a moment it occurred to him that it might be best to wait and see signa in the town; but then he could not do that well. nothing was done at home, and the lambs could not be left alone to the shepherd lad's inexperience; only a day old, one or two of them, and the ground so wet, and the ewes weakly. to leave his farm would have seemed to bruno as to leave his sinking ship does to a sailor. besides, he had nothing to do with all the grandeur; the king did not want _him_. all this stir and tumult and wonder and homage in the city was for signa; princes seemed almost like his servants, the king like his henchman! bruno was proud, under his stern, calm, lofty bearing, which would not change, and would not let him smile, or seem so womanish-weak as to be glad for all the gossiping. the boy wanted no king or prince. he said so to them with erect disdain. yet he was proud. "after all, one does hear the bells ringing," he thought; his mind drifting away to the old carmignano beggar's words. he was proud, and glad. he stopped his mule by strozzi palace, and pushed his way into the almost empty market to the place called the spit or fila, where all day long and every day before the roaring fires the public cooks roast flesh and fowl to fill the public paunch of florence. here there was a large crowd, pushing to buy the frothing, savoury hot meats. he thrust the others aside, and bought half a kid smoking, and a fine capon, and thrust them in his cart. then he went to a shop near, and bought some delicate white bread, and some foreign chocolate, and some snowy sugar. "no doubt," he thought, "the boy had learned to like daintier fare than theirs in his new life;" theirs, which was black crusts and oil and garlic all the year round, with meat and beans, perhaps, on feast nights, now and then, by way of a change. then as he was going to get into his seat he saw among the other plants and flowers standing for sale upon the ledge outside the palace a damask rose-tree--a little thing, but covered with buds and blossoms blushing crimson against the stately old iron torch-rings of the smith caprera. bruno looked at it--he who never thought of flowers from one year's end on to another, and cut them down with his scythe for his oxen to munch as he cut grass. then he bought it. the boy liked all beautiful innocent things, and had been always so foolish about the lowliest herb. it would make the dark old house upon the hill look bright to him. ashamed of the weaknesses that he yielded to, bruno sent the mule on at its fastest pace; the little red rose-tree nodding in the cart. he had spent more in a day than he was accustomed to spend in three months' time. but then the house looked so cheerless. as swiftly as he could make the mule fly, he drove home across the plain. the boy was there, no doubt; and would be cold and hungry, and alone. bruno did not pause a moment on his way, though more than one called to him as he drove, to know if it were true indeed that this night there was to be a gala for the lamia and the princes. he nodded, and flew through the chill grey afternoon, splashing the deep mud on either side of him. the figure of st. giusto on his high tower; the leafless vines and the leafless poplars; the farriers' and coopers' workshops on the road; grim castel pucci, that once flung its glove at florence; the green low dark hills of castagnolo; villa and monastery, watch-tower and bastion, homestead and convent, all flew by him, fleeting and unseen; all he thought of was that the boy would be waiting, and want food. he was reckless and furious in his driving always, but his mule had never been beaten and breathless as it was that day when he tore up the ascent to his own farm as the clocks in the plain tolled four. he was surprised to see his dog lie quiet on the steps. "is he there?" he cried instinctively to the creature, which rose and came to greet him. there was no sound anywhere. bruno pushed his door open. the house was empty. he went out again and shouted to the air. the echo from the mountain above was all his answer. when that died away the old silence of the hills was unbroken. he returned and took the food and the little rose-tree out of his cart. he had bought them with eagerness, and with that tenderness which was in him, and for which dead dina had loved him to her hurt. he had now no pleasure in them. a bitter disappointment flung its chill upon him. disappointment is man's most frequent visitor--the uninvited guest most sure to come; he ought to be well used to it; yet he can never get familiar. bruno ought to have learned never to hope. but his temper was courageous and sanguine: such madmen hope on to the very end. he put the things down on the settle, and went to put up the mule. the little rose-tree had been too roughly blown in the windy afternoon; its flowers were falling, and some soon strewed the floor. bruno looked at it when he entered. it hurt him; as the star argol had done. he covered the food with a cloth, and set the flower out of the draught. then he went to see his sheep. there was no train by the seaway from rome until night. signa would not come that way now, since he had to be in the town for the evening. "he will come after the theatre," bruno said to himself, and tried to get the hours away by work. he did not think of going into the city again himself. he was too proud to go and see a thing he had never been summoned to; too proud to stand outside the doors and stare with the crowd while pippa's son was honoured within. besides, he could not have left the lambs all a long winter's night; and the house all unguarded; and nobody there to give counsel to the poor mute simpleton whom he had now to tend his beasts. "he will come after the theatre," he said. the evening seemed very long. the late night came. bruno set his door open, cold though it was; so that he should catch the earliest sound of footsteps. the boy, no doubt, he thought, would drive to the foot of the hill, and walk the rest. it was a clear night after the rain of many days. he could see the lights of the city in the plain fourteen miles or so away. what was doing down there? it seemed strange;--signa being welcomed there, and he himself knowing nothing--only hearing a stray word or two by chance. once or twice in his younger days he had seen the city in gala over some great artist it delighted to honour; he could imagine the scene and fashion of it all well enough; he did not want to be noticed in it, only he would have liked to have been told, and to have gone down and seen it, quietly wrapped in his cloak, amongst the throng. that was how he would have gone, had he been told. he set the supper out as well as he could, and put wine ready, and the rose-tree in the midst. in the lamplight the little feast did not look so badly. he wove wicker-work round some uncovered flasks by way of doing something. the bitter wind blew in; he did not mind that; his ear was strained to listen. midnight passed. the wind had blown his lamp out. he lighted two great lanthorns, and hung them up against the doorposts; it was so dark upon the hills. one hour went; another; then another. there was no sound. when yet another passed, and it was four of the clock, he said: "he will not come to-night. no doubt they kept him late, and he was too tired. he will be here by sunrise." he threw himself on his bed for a little time, and closed the door. but he left the lanthorns hanging outside; on the chance. he slept little; he was up while it was still dark, and the robins were beginning their first twittering notes. "he will be here to breakfast," he said to himself, and he left the table untouched, only opening the shutters so that when day came it should touch the rose at once and wake it up; it looked so drooping, as though it felt the cold. then he went and saw to his beasts and to his work. the sun leapt up in the cold, broad, white skies. signa did not come with it. the light brightened. the day grew. noon brought its hour of rest. the table still stood unused. the rose-leaves had fallen in a little crimson pool upon it. bruno sat down on the bench by the door, not having broken his fast. "they are keeping him in the town," he thought. "he will come later." he sat still a few moments, but he did not eat. in a little while he heard a step on the dead winter leaves and tufts of rosemary. he sprang erect; his eyes brightened; his face changed. he went forward eagerly: "signa!--my dear!--at last!" he only saw under the leafless maples and brown vine tendrils a young man that he had never seen, who stopped before him breathing quickly from the steepness of the ascent. "i was to bring this to you," he said, holding out a long gun in its case. "and to tell you that he, the youth they all talk of--signa--went back to rome this morning; had no time to come, but sends you this, with his dear love and greeting, and will write from rome to-night. ah, lord! there was such fuss with him in the city. he was taken to the foreign princes, and then the people!--if you had heard them!--all the street rang with the cheering. this morning he could hardly get away for all the crowd there was. i am only a messenger. i should be glad of wine. your hill is steep." bruno took the gun from him, and put out a flask of his own wine on the threshold; then shut close the door. it was such a weapon as he had coveted all his life long, seeing such in gunsmiths' windows and the halls of noblemen: a breech-loader, of foreign make, beautifully mounted and inlaid with silver. he sat still a little while, the gun lying on his knees; there was a great darkness on his face. then he gripped it in both hands, the butt in one, the barrel in the other, and dashed the centre of it down across the round of his great grindstone. the blow was so violent, the wood of the weapon snapped with it across the middle, the shining metal loosened from its hold. he struck it again, and again, and again; until all the polished walnut was flying in splinters, and the plates of silver, bent and twisted, falling at his feet; the finely tempered steel of the long barrel alone was whole. he went into his woodshed, and brought out branches of acacia brambles, and dry boughs of pine, and logs of oak; dragging them forth with fury. he piled them in the empty yawning space of the black hearth, and built them one on another in a pile; and struck a match and fired them, tossing pine-cones in to catch the flames. in a few minutes a great fire roared alight, the turpentine in the pine-apples and fir-boughs blazing like pitch. then he fetched the barrel of the gun, and the oaken stock, and the silver plates and mountings, and threw them into the heat. the flaming wood swallowed them up; he stood and watched it. after a while a knock came at his house-door. "who is there?" he called. "it is i," said a peasant's voice. "there is so much smoke, i thought you were on fire. i was on the lower hill, so i ran up--is all right with you?" "all is right with me." "but what is the smoke?" "i bake my bread." "it will be burnt to cinders." "i make it, and i eat it. whose matter is it?" the peasant went away muttering, with slow unwilling feet. bruno watched the fire. after a brief time its frenzy spent itself; the flames died down; the reddened wood grew pale, and began to change to ash; the oaken stock was all consumed, the silver was melted and fused into shapeless lumps, the steel tube alone kept shape unchanged, but it was blackened and choked up with ashes, and without beauty or use. bruno watched the fire die down into a great mound of dull grey and brown charred wood. then he went out, and drew the door behind him, and locked it. the last red rose dropped, withered by the heat. * * * there is always song somewhere. as the wine waggon creaks down the hill, the waggoner will chant to the corn that grows upon either side of him. as the miller's mules cross the bridge, the lad as he cracks his whip will hum to the blowing alders. in the red clover, the labourers will whet their scythes to a trick of melody. in the quiet evenings a kyrie eleison will rise from the thick leaves that hide a village chapel. on the hills the goatherd, high in air amongst the arbutus branches, will scatter on the lonely mountain-side stanzas of purest rhythm. by the sea-shore, where shelley died, the fisherman, rough and salt and weather-worn, will string notes of sweetest measure under the tamarisk-tree on his mandoline. but the poetry and the music float on the air like the leaves of roses that blossom in a solitude, and drift away to die upon the breeze; there is no one to notice the fragrance, there is no one to gather the leaves. * * * but then life does not count by years. some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of a sun. * * * but he was not obstinate. he only stretched towards the light he saw, as the plant in the cellar will stretch through the bars. tens of millions of little peasants come to the birth, and grow up and become men, and do the daily bidding of the world, and work and die, and have no more of soul or godhead in them than the grains of sand. but here and there, with no lot different from his fellows, one is born to dream and muse and struggle to the sun of higher desires, and the world calls such a one burns, or haydn, or giotto, or shakespeare, or whatever name the fierce light of fame may burn upon and make irridescent. * * * the mighty lives have passed away into silence, leaving no likeness to them on earth; but if you would still hold communion with them, even better than to go to written score or printed book or painted panel or chiselled marble or cloistered gloom is it to stray into one of these old quiet gardens, where for hundreds of years the stone naiad has leaned over the fountain, and the golden lizard hidden under the fallen caryatide, and sit quite still, and let the stones tell you what they remember, and the leaves say what the sun once saw; and then the shades of the great dead will come to you. only you must love them truly, else you will see them never. * * * "how he loves that thing already--as he never will love me," thought bruno, looking down at him in the starlight, with that dull sense of hopeless rivalry and alien inferiority which the self-absorption of genius inflicts innocently and unconsciously on the human affections that cling to it, and which later on love avenges upon it in the same manner. * * * who can look at the old maps in herodotus or xenophon, without a wish that the charm of those unknown limits and those untraversed seas was ours?--without an irresistible sense that to have sailed away, in vaguest hazard, into the endless mystery of the utterly unknown, must have had a sweetness and a greatness in it that is never to be extracted from the "tour of the world in ninety days." * * * fair faiths are the blossoms of life. when the faith drops, spring is over. * * * in the country of virgil, life remains pastoral still. the field-labourer of northern counties may be but a hapless hind, hedging and ditching dolefully, or at least serving a steam-beast with oil and fire, but in the land of the georgics there is the poetry of agriculture still. * * * the fatal desire of fame, which is to art the corroding element, as the desire of the senses is to love--bearing with it the seeds of satiety and mortality--had entered into him without his knowing what it was that ailed him. * * * genius lives in isolation, and suffers from it. but perhaps it creates it. the breath of its lips is like ether; purer than the air around it, it changes the air for others into ice. * * * conscience and genius--the instinct of the heart, and the desire of the mind--the voice that warns and the voice that ordains: when these are in conflict, it is bitter for life in which they are at war; most bitter of all when that life is in its opening youth, and sure of everything, and yet sure of nothing. * * * between them there was that bottomless chasm of mental difference, across which mutual affection can throw a rope-chain of habit and forbearance for the summer days, but which no power on earth can ever bridge over with that iron of sympathy which stands throughout all storms. * * * when the heart is fullest of pain, and the mouth purest with truth, there is a cruel destiny in things, which often makes the words worst chosen and surest to defeat the end they seek. * * * there is a chord in every human heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright. when the artist finds the key-note which that chord will answer to--in the dullest as in the highest--then he is great. * * * life without a central purpose around which it can revolve, is like a star that has fallen out of its orbit. with a great affection or a great aim gone, the practical life may go on loosely, indifferently, mechanically, but it takes no grip on outer things, it has no vital interest, it gravitates to nothing. * * * fame has only the span of a day, they say. but to live in the hearts of the people--that is worth something. * * * keep young. keep innocent. innocence does not come back: and repentance is a poor thing beside it. * * * the chimes of the monastery were ringing out for the first mass; deep bells of sweet tone, that came down the river like a benediction on the day. signa kneeled down on the grass. "did you pray for the holy men?" bruno asked him when they rose, and they went on under the tall green quivering trees. "no," said signa under his breath. "i prayed for the devil." "for him?" echoed bruno aghast; "what are you about, child? are you possessed? do you know what the good priests would say?" "i prayed for him," said signa. "it is he who wants it. to be wicked _there_ where god is, and the sun, and the bells"---- "but he is the foe of god. it is horrible to pray for him." "no," said signa, sturdily. "god says we are to forgive our enemies, and help them. i only asked him to begin with his." bruno was silent. _tricotrin._ at every point where her eyes glanced there was a picture of exquisite colour, and light, and variety. but the scene in its loveliness was so old to her, so familiar, that it was scarcely lovely, only monotonous. with all a child's usual ignorant impatience of the joys of the present--joys so little valued at the time, so futilely regretted in the after-years--she was heedless of the hour's pleasure, she was longing for what had not come. * * * on the whole, the waif fared better, having fallen to the hands of a vagabond philosopher, than if she had drifted to those of a respected philanthropist. the latter would have had her glistening hair shorn short, as a crown with which that immortal and inconsistent socialist nature had no justification in crowning a foundling, and, in his desire to make her fully expiate the lawless crime of entering the world without purse or passport, would have left her no choice, as she grew into womanhood, save that between sinning and starving. the former bade the long fair tresses float on the air, sunny rebels against bondage, and saw no reason why the childhood of the castaway should not have its share of childish joyousness as well as the childhood prince-begotten and palace-cradled; holding that the fresh life just budded on earth was as free from all soil, no matter whence it came, as is the brook of pure rivulet water, no matter whether it spring from classic lake or from darksome cavern. * * * the desire to be "great" possessed her. when that insatiate passion enters a living soul, be it the soul of a woman-child dreaming of a coquette's conquests, or a crowned hero craving for a new world, it becomes blind to all else. moral death falls on it; and any sin looks sweet that takes it nearer to its goal. it is a passion that generates at once all the loftiest and all the vilest things, which between them ennoble and corrupt the world--even as heat generates at once the harvest and the maggot, the purpling vine and the lice that devour it. it is a passion without which the world would decay in darkness, as it would do without heat, yet to which, as to heat, all its filthiest corruption is due. * * * a woman's fair repute is like a blue harebell--a touch can wither it. * * * viva had gained the "great world;" and because she had gained it all the old things of her lost past grew unalterably sweet to her now that they no longer could be called hers. the brown, kind, homely, tender face of grand'mère; the gambols of white and frolicsome bébé; the woods where, with every spring, she had filled her arms with sheaves of delicate primroses; the quaint little room with its strings of melons and sweet herbs, its glittering brass and pewter, its wood-fire with the soup-pot simmering above the flame; the glad free days in the vineyard and on the river, with the winds blowing fragrance from over the clover and flax, and the acacias and lindens; nay, even the old, quiet, sleepy hours within the convent-walls, lying on the lush unshaven grass, while the drowsy bells rang to vespers or compline,--all became suddenly precious and dear to her when once she knew that they had drifted away from her for evermore. * * * then he bent his head, letting her desire be his law; and that music, which had given its hymn for the vintage-feast of the loire, and which had brought back the steps of the suicide from the river-brink in the darkness of the paris night, which sovereigns could not command and which held peasants entranced by its spell, thrilled through the stillness of the chamber. human in its sadness, more than human in its eloquence, now melancholy as the miserere that sighs through the gloom of a cathedral at midnight, now rich as the glory of the afterglow in egypt, a poem beyond words, a prayer grand as that which seems to breathe from the hush of mountain solitudes when the eternal snows are lighted by the rising of the sun--the melody of the violin filled the silence of the closing day. the melancholy, ever latent in the vivid natures of men of genius, is betrayed and finds voice in their art. goethe laughs with the riotous revellers, and rejoices with the summer of the vines, and loves the glad abandonment of woman's soft embraces, and with his last words prays for light. but the profound sadness of the great and many-sided master-mind thrills through and breaks out in the intense humanity, the passionate despair of faust; the melancholy and the yearning of the soul are there. with tricotrin they were uttered in his music. * * * "let me be but amused! let me only laugh if i die!" cries the world in every age. it has so much of grief and tragedy in its own realities, it has so many bitter tears to shed in its solitude, it has such weariness of labour without end, it has such infinitude of woe to regard in its prisons, in its homes, in its battlefields, in its harlotries, in its avarices, in its famines; it is so heart-sick of them all, that it would fain be lulled to forgetfulness of its own terrors; it asks only to laugh for awhile, even if it laugh but at shadows. "the world is vain, frivolous, reckless of that which is earnest; it is a courtesan who thinks only of pleasure, of adornment, of gewgaws, of the toys of the hour!" is the reproach which its satirists in every age hoot at it. alas! it is a courtesan who, having sold herself to evil, strives to forget her vile bargain; who, having washed her cheeks white with saltest tears, strives to believe that the paint calls the true colour back; who, having been face to face for so long with blackest guilt, keenest hunger, dreadest woe, strives to lose their ghosts, that incessantly follow her, in the tumult of her own thoughtless laughter. "let me be but amused!"--the cry is the aching cry of a world that is overborne with pain, and with longing for the golden years of its youth; that cry is never louder than when the world is most conscious of its own infamy. in the roman empire, in the byzantine empire, in the second empire of napoleonic france, the world, reeking with corruption, staggering under the burden of tyrannies, and delivered over to the dominion of lust, has shrieked loudest in its blindness of suffering, "let me only laugh if i die!" * * * not as others! why, my waif? is your foot less swift, your limb less strong, your face less fair than theirs? does the sun shine less often, have the flowers less fragrance, does sleep come less sweetly to you than to them? nature has been very good, very generous to you, viva. be content with her gifts. what you lack is only a thing of man's invention--a quibble, a bauble, a pharisee's phylactery. look at the river-lilies that drift yonder--how white they are, how their leaves enclose and caress them, how the water buoys them up and plays with them! well, are they not better off than the poor rare flowers that live painfully in hothouse air, and are labelled, and matted, and given long names by men's petty precise laws? you are like the river-lilies. o child, do not pine for the glass house that would ennoble you, only to force you and kill you? * * * wrong to be proud, you ask? no. but then the pride must be of a right fashion. it must be the pride which says, "let me not envy, for that were meanness. let me not covet, for that were akin to theft. let me not repine, for that were weakness." it must be the pride which says, "i can be sufficient for myself. my life makes my nobility; and i need no accident of rank, because i have a stainless honour." it must be pride too proud to let an aged woman work where youthful limbs can help her; too proud to trample basely on what lies low already; too proud to be a coward, and shrink from following conscience in the confession of known error; too proud to despise the withered toil-worn hands of the poor and old, and be vilely forgetful that those hands succoured you in your utmost need of helpless infancy! * * * philosophy, viva, is the pomegranate of life, ever cool and most fragrant, and the deeper you cut in it the richer only will the core grow. power is the dead-sea apple, golden and fair to sight while the hand strives to reach it, dry grey ashes between dry fevered lips when once it is grasped and eaten! * * * pleasure is but labour to those who do not know also that labour in its turn is pleasure. * * * happy! as a mollusc is happy so long as the sea sweeps prey into its jaws; what does the mollusc care how many lives have been shipwrecked so long as the tide wafts it worms? she has killed her conscience, viva; there is no murder more awful. it is to slay what touch of god we have in us! * * * have i been cruel, my child? your fever of discontent needed a sharp cure. life lies before you, viva, and you alone can mould it for yourself. sin and anguish fill nine-tenths of the world: to one soul that basks in light, a thousand perish in darkness; i dare not let you go on longer in your dangerous belief that the world is one wide paradise, and that the high-road of its joys is the path of reckless selfishness. can you not think that there are lots worse than that of a guiltless child who is well loved and well guarded, and has all her future still before her? * * * it rests with you to live your life nobly or vilely. we have not our choice to be rich or poor, to be happy or unhappy, to be in health or in sickness; but we have our choice to be worthy or worthless. no antagonist can kill our soul in us; that can perish only from its own suicide. ever remember that. * * * but they are hollow inside, you still urge? fie, for shame! what a plea that is! have you the face to make it? if you have, let me bargain with you. when all the love that is fair and false goes begging for believers, and all the passion that is a sham fails to find one fool to buy it; when all the priests and politicians clap in vain together the brazen cymbals of their tongues, because their listeners will not hearken to brass clangour, nor accept it for the music of the spheres; when all the creeds, that feast and fatten upon the cowardice and selfishness of men, are driven out of hearth and home, and mart and temple, as impostors that put on the white beard of reverence and righteousness to pass current a cheater's coin; when all the kings that promise peace while they swell their armouries and armies; when all the statesmen that chatter of the people's weal as they steal up to the locked casket where coronets are kept; when all the men who talk of "glory," and prate of an "idea" that they may stretch their nation's boundary, and filch their neighbour's province--when all these are no longer in the land, and no more looked on with favour, then i will believe your cry that you hate the toys which are hollow. * * * can an ignorant or an untrained brain follow the theory of light, or the metamorphosis of plants? yet it may rejoice in the rays of a summer sun, in the scent of a nest of wild-flowers. so may it do in my music. shall i ask higher payment than the god of the sun and the violets asks for himself? * * * once there were three handmaidens of krishna's; invisible, of course, to the world of men. they begged of krishna, one day, to test their wisdom, and krishna gave them three drops of dew. it was in the season of drought,--and he bade them go and bestow them where each deemed best in the world. now one flew earthward, and saw a king's fountain leaping and shining in the sun; the people died of thirst, and the fields and the plains were cracked with heat, but the king's fountain was still fed and played on. so she thought, "surely, my dew will best fall where such glorious water dances?" and she shook the drop into the torrent. the second hovered over the sea, and saw the indian oysters lying under the waves, among the sea-weed and the coral. then she thought, "a rain-drop that falls in an oyster's shell becomes a pearl; it may bring riches untold to man, and shine in the diadem of a monarch. surely it is best bestowed where it will change to a jewel?"--and she shook the dew into the open mouth of a shell. the third had scarcely hovered a moment over the parched white lands, ere she beheld a little, helpless brown bird dying of thirst upon the sand, its bright eyes glazed, its life going out in torture. then she thought, "surely my gift will be best given in succour to the first and lowliest thing i see in pain?"--and she shook the dew-drop down into the silent throat of the bird, that fluttered, and arose, and was strengthened. then krishna said that she alone had bestowed her power wisely; and he bade her take the tidings of rain to the aching earth, and the earth rejoiced exceedingly. genius is the morning dew that keeps the world from perishing in drought. can you read my parable? * * * to die when life can be lived no longer with honour is greatness indeed; but to die because life galls and wearies and is hard to pursue--there is no greatness in that? it is the suicide's plea for his own self-pity. you live under tyranny, corruption, dynastic lies hard to bear, despotic enemies hard to bear, i know. but you forget--what all followers of your creed ever forget--that without corruption, untruth, weakness, ignorance in a nation itself, such things could not be in its rulers. men can bridle the ass and can drive the sheep; but who can drive the eagle or bridle the lion? a people that was strong and pure no despot could yoke to his vices. * * * no matter! he must have _race_ in him. heraldry may lie; but voices do not. low people make money, drive in state, throng to palaces, receive kings at their tables by the force of gold; but their antecedents always croak out in their voices. they either screech or purr; they have no clear modulations; besides, their women always stumble over their train, and their men bow worse than their servants. * * * ere long he drew near a street which in the late night was still partially filled with vehicles and with foot-passengers, hurrying through the now fast-falling snow, and over the slippery icy pavements. in one spot a crowd had gathered--of artisans, women, soldiers, and idlers, under the light of a gas-lamp. in the midst of the throng some gendarmes had seized a young girl, accused by one of the bystanders of having stolen a broad silver piece from his pocket. she offered no resistance; she stood like a stricken thing, speechless and motionless, as the men roughly laid hands on her. tricotrin crossed over the road, and with difficulty made his way into the throng of blouses and looked at her. degraded she was, but scarcely above a child's years; and her features had a look as if innocence were in some sort still there, and sin still loathed in her soul. as he drew near he heard her mutter, "mother, mother! she will die of hunger!--it was for her, only for her!" he stooped in the snow, and letting fall, unperceived, a five-franc piece, picked it up again. "here is some silver," he said, turning to the infuriated owner, a lemonade-seller, who could ill afford to lose it now that it was winter, and people were too cold for lemonade, and who seized it with rapturous delight. "that is it, monsieur, that is it. holy jesus! how can i thank you? ah, if i had convicted the poor creature--and all in error!--i should never have forgiven myself! messieurs les gendarmes, let her go! it was my mistake. my silver piece was in the snow!" the gendarmes reluctantly let quit their prey: they muttered, they hesitated, they gripped her arms tighter, and murmured of the prison-cell. "let her go," said tricotrin quietly: and in a little while they did so,--the girl stood bareheaded and motionless in the snow like a frost-bound creature. soon the crowd dispersed: nothing can be still long in paris, and since there had been no theft there was no interest! they were soon left almost alone, none were within hearing. then he stooped to her: she had never taken off him the wild, senseless, incredulous gaze of her great eyes. "were you guilty?" he asked her. she caught his hands, she tried to bless him and to thank him, and broke down in hysterical sobs. "i took it--yes! what would you have? i took it for my mother. she is old, and blind, and without food. it is for her that i came on the streets; but she does not know it, it would kill her to know; she thinks my money honest; and she is so proud and glad with it! that was the first thing i _stole_! o god! are you an angel? if they had put me in prison my mother would have starved!" he looked on her gently, and with a pity that fell upon her heart like balm. "i saw it was your first theft. hardened robbers do not wear your stricken face," he said softly, as he slipped two coins into her hand. "ah, child! let your mother die rather than allow her to eat the bread of your dishonour: which choice between the twain do you not think a mother would make? and know your trade she must, soon or late. sin no more, were it only for that love you bear her." * * * their lives had drifted asunder, as two boats drift north and south on a river, the distance betwixt them growing longer and longer with each beat of the oars and each sigh of the tide. and for the lives that part thus, there is no reunion. one floats out to the open and sunlit sea; and one passes away to the grave of the stream. meet again on the river they cannot. * * * "they shudder when they read of the huns and the ostrogoths pouring down into rome," he mused, as he passed toward the pandemonium. "they keep a horde as savage, imprisoned in their midst, buried in the very core of their capitals, side by side with their churches and palaces, and never remember the earthquake that would whelm them if once the pent volcano burst, if once the black mass covered below took flame and broke to the surface! statesmen multiply their prisons, and strengthen their laws against the crime that is done--and they never take the canker out of the bud, they never save the young child from pollution. their political economy never studies prevention; it never cleanses the sewers, it only curses the fever-stricken!" * * * "what avail?" he thought. "what avail to strive to bring men nearer to the right? they love their darkness best--why not leave them to it? age after age the few cast away their lives striving to raise and to ransom the many. what use? juvenal scourged rome, and the same vices that his stripes lashed then, laugh triumphant in paris to-day! the satirist, and the poet, and the prophet strain their voices in vain as the crowds rush on; they are drowned in the chorus of mad sins and sweet falsehoods! o god! the waste of hope, the waste of travail, the waste of pure desire, the waste of high ambitions!--nothing endures but the wellspring of lies that ever rises afresh, and the bay-tree of sin that is green, and stately, and deathless!" * * * he himself went onward through the valley, through the deep belt of the woods, through the avenues of the park. the whole front of the antique building was lighted, and the painted oriels gleamed ruby, and amber, and soft brown, in the dusky evening, through the green screen of foliage. the fragrance of the orange alleys, and of the acres of flowers, was heavy on the air; there was the sound of music borne down the low southerly wind; here and there through the boughs was the dainty glisten of gliding silks:--it was such a scene as once belonged to the terraces and gardens of versailles. from beyond the myrtle fence and gilded railings which severed the park from the pleasaunce, enough could be seen, enough heard, of the brilliant revelry within to tell of its extravagance, and its elegance, in the radiance that streamed from all the illumined avenues. he stood and looked long; hearing the faint echo of the music, seeing the effulgence of the light through the dark myrtle barrier. a very old crippled peasant, searching in the grass for truffles, with a little dog, stole timidly up and looked too. "how can it feel, to live like _that?_" he asked, in a wistful, tremulous voice. tricotrin did not hear: his hand was grasped on one of the gilded rails with a nervous force as from bodily pain. the old truffle-gatherer, with his little white dog panting at his feet, crossed himself as he peered through the myrtle screen. "god!" he muttered; "how strange it seems that people are there who never once knew what it was to want bread, and to find it nowhere, though the lands all teemed with harvest! they never feel hungry, or cold, or hot, or tired, or thirsty: they never feel their bones ache, and their throat parch, and their entrails gnaw! these people ought not to get to heaven--they have it on earth!" tricotrin heard at last: he turned his head and looked down on the old man's careworn, hollow face. "'verily they have their reward,' you mean? nay, that is a cruel religion, which would excruciate hereafter those who enjoy now. judge them not; in their laurel crowns there is full often twisted a serpent. the hunger of the body is bad indeed, but the hunger of the mind is worse perhaps; and from that they suffer, because from every fulfilled desire springs the pain of a fresh satiety." the truffle-hunter, wise in his peasant-fashion, gazed wistfully up at the face above him, half comprehending the answer. "it may be so," he murmured; "but then--they _have_ enjoyed! ah, christ! that is what i envy them. now we--we die, starved amidst abundance; we see the years go, and the sun never shines once in them; and all we have is a hope--a hope that may be cheated at last; for none have come back from the grave to tell us whether _that_ fools us as well." * * * "i incline to think you live twenty centuries too late, or--twenty centuries too early." viva turned on him a swift and eager glance. "of course!" she said, with a certain emotion, whose meaning he could not analyse. "was there ever yet a man of genius who was not either the relic of some great dead age, or the precursor of some noble future one, in which he alone has faith?" "chut!" said tricotrin, rapidly; he could not trust himself to hear her speak in his own defence. "fine genius mine! to fiddle to a few villagers, and dash colour on an alehouse shutter! i have the genius of indolence, if you like. as to my belonging to a bygone age,--well! i am not sure that i have not got the soul in me of some barefooted friar of moyen age, who went about where he listed, praying here, laughing there, painting a missal with a pagan love-god, and saying a verse of horace instead of a chant of the church. or, maybe, i am more like some greek gossiper, who loitered away his days in the sun, and ate his dates in the market-place, and listened here and there to a philosopher, and--just by taking no thought--hit on a truer philosophy than ever came out of porch or garden. ah, my lord of estmere! you have two hundred servants over there at villiers, i have been told; do you not think i am better served here by one little, brown-eyed, brown-cheeked maiden, who sings her béranger like a lark, while she brings me her dish of wild strawberries? there is fame too for you--his--the king of the chansons! when a girl washes her linen in the brook--when a herdsman drives his flock through the lanes--when a boy throws his line in a fishing-stream--when a grisette sits and works at her attic lattice--when a student dreams under the linden leaves--he is on their lips, in their hearts, in their fancies and joys. what a power! what a dominion! wider than any that emperors boast!" "and," added estmere, with a smile, "if you were not tricotrin you would be béranger?" * * * "aye! hymns forbad at noonday are ever so sung at night; and oftentimes, what at noon would have been a lark's chant of liberty, grows at night to a vampire's screech for blood!" he murmured. "they are gay at your château up yonder." * * * be not a coward who leaves the near duty that is as cruel to grasp as a nettle, and flies to gather the far-off duty that will flaunt in men's sight like a sun-flower. * * * "a great character!" says society, when it means--"a great scamp!" * * * estmere laid the panel down as he heard. "whoever painted it must have genius." "genius!" interrupted tricotrin. "pooh! what is genius? only the power to see a little deeper and a little clearer than most other people. that is all." "the power of vision? of course. but that renders it none the less rare." "oh yes, it is rare--rare like kingfishers, and sandpipers, and herons, and black eagles. and so men always shoot it down, as they do the birds, and stick up the dead body in glass cases, and label it, and stare at it, and bemoan it as 'so singular,' having done their best to insure its extinction!" estmere looked keenly at him. "surely genius that secretes itself as your friend's must do," he said, touching the panel afresh, "commits suicide, and desires its own extinction." "pshaw!" said tricotrin, impatiently, and with none of his habitual courtesy. "you think the kingfisher and the black eagle have no better thing to live for than to become the decorations of a great personage's glass cabinets. you think genius can find no higher end than to furnish frescoes and panellings for a nobleman's halls and ante-chambers. you mistake very much; the mistake is a general one in your order. but believe me, the kingfisher enjoys his brown moorland stream, and his tufts of green rushes, and his water-swept bough of hawthorn; the eagle enjoys his wild rocks, and his sweep through the air, and his steady gaze at the sun that blinds all human eyes;--and neither ever imagine that the great men below pity them because they are not stuffed, and labelled, and praised by rule in their palaces! and genius is much of the birds' fashion of thinking. it lives its own life; and is not, as your connoisseurs are given to fancy, wretched unless you see fit in your graciousness to deem it worth the glass-case of your criticism, and the straw-stuffing of your gold. for it knows, as kingfisher and eagle knew also, that stuffed birds nevermore use their wings, and are evermore subject to be bought and be sold." * * * against the foreign foes of your country die in your youth if she need it. but against her internecine enemies live out your life in continual warfare. when i tell you this, do you dream that i spare you? children!--you have yet to learn what life is! who could think it hard to die in the glory of strife, drunk with the sound of the combat, and feeling no pain in the swoon of a triumph? few men whose blood was hot and young would ask a greater ending. but to keep your souls in patience; to strive unceasingly with evil; to live in self-negation, in ceaseless sacrifices of desire; to give strength to the weak, and sight to the blind, and light where there is darkness, and hope where there is bondage; to do all these through many years unrecognised of men, content only that they are done with such force as lies within you,--this is harder than to seek the cannons' mouths, this is more bitter than to rush, with drawn steel, on your tyrants. your women cry out against you because you leave them to starve and to weep while you give your hearts to revolution and your bodies to the sword. their cry is the cry of selfishness, of weakness, of narrowness, the cry of the sex that sees no sun save the flame on its hearth: yet there is truth in it--a truth you forget. the truth--that, forsaking the gold-mine of duty which lies at your feet, you grasp at the rainbow of glory; that, neglectful of your own secret sins, you fly at public woes and at national crimes. can you not see that if every man took heed of the guilt of his own thoughts and acts, the world would be free and at peace? it is easier to rise with the knife unsheathed than to keep watch and ward over your own passions; but do not cheat yourself into believing that it is nobler, and higher, and harder. what reproach is cast against all revolutionists?--that the men who have nothing to lose, the men who are reckless and outlawed, alone raise the flag of revolt. it is a satire; but in every satire there lies the germ of a terrible fact. you--you who are children still, you whose manhood is still a gold scarcely touched in your hands, a gold you can spend in all great ways, or squander for all base uses;--you can give the lie to that public reproach, if only you will live in such wise that your hands shall be clean, and your paths straight, and your honour unsullied through all temptations. wait, and live so that the right to judge, to rebuke, to avenge, to purify, become yours through your earning of them. live nobly, first; and then teach others how to live. * * * "so you have brought fame to lélis, my english lord?" said tricotrin, without ceremony. "that was a good work of yours. she is a comet that has a strange fancy only to come forth like a corpse-candle, and dance over men's graves. it is her way. when men will have her out in the noon of their youth, she kills them; and the painter's bier is set under his transfiguration, and the soldier's body is chained to the st. helena rock, and the poet's grave is made at missolonghi. it is always so." estmere bowed his head in assent; he was endeavouring to remember where he had once met this stranger who thus addressed him--where he had once heard these mellow, ringing, harmonious accents. "was it because you were afraid of dying in your prime that you would never woo fame then yourself?" asked lélis, with a smile. "oh-hè!" answered tricotrin, seating himself on a deal box that served as a table, and whereat he and the artist had eaten many a meal of roast chestnuts and black coffee; "i never wanted her; she is a weather vane, never still two moments; she is a spaniel that quits the plantagenet the moment the battle goes against him, and fawns on bolingbroke; she is an alchemist's crucible, that has every fair and rich thing thrown into it, but will only yield in return the calcined stones of chagrin and disappointment; she is a harlot, whose kisses are to be bought, and who runs after those who brawl the loudest and swagger the finest in the world's market-places. no! i want nothing of her. my lord here condemned her as i came in; he said she was the offspring of echoing parrots, of imitative sheep, of fawning hounds. who can want the creature of such progenitors?" * * * "there are many kinds of appreciation. the man of science appreciates when he marvels before the exquisite structure of the sea-shell, the perfect organism of the flower; but the young girl appreciates, too, when she holds the shell to her ear for its music, when she kisses the flower for its fragrance. appreciation! it is an affair of the reason, indeed; but it is an affair of the emotions also." "and you prefer what is born of the latter?" "not always; but for my music i do. it speaks in an unknown tongue. science may have its alphabet, but it is feeling that translates its poems. delaroche, who leaves off his work to listen; descamps, in whose eyes i see tears; ingres, who dreams idyls while i play; a young poet whose face reflects my thoughts, an old man whose youth i bring back, an hour of pain that i soothe, an hour of laughter that i give; these are my recompense. think you i would exchange them for the gold showers and the diamond boxes of a farinelli?" "surely not. all i meant was that you might gain a world-wide celebrity did you choose----" "gain a honey-coating that every fly may eat me and every gnat may sting? i thank you. i have a taste to be at peace, and not to become food to sate the public famine for a thing to tear." estmere smiled; he did not understand the man who thus addressed him, but he was attracted despite all his strongest prejudices. "you are right! under the coat of honey is a shirt of turpentine. still--to see so great a gift as yours wasted----" "wasted? because the multitudes have it, such as it is, instead of the units? droll arithmetic! i am with you in thinking that minorities should have a good share of power, for all that is wisest and purest is ever in a minority, as we know; but i do not see, as you see, that minorities should command a monopoly--of sweet sounds or of anything else." "i speak to the musician, not to the politician," said estmere, with the calm, chill contempt of his colder manner: the cold side of his character was touched, and his sympathies were alienated at once. tricotrin, indifferent to the hint as to the rebuff, looked at him amusedly. "oh, i know you well, lord estmere; i told you so not long ago, to your great disgust. you and your order think no man should ever presume to touch politics unless his coat be velvet and his rent-roll large, like yours. but, you see, we of the _école buissonnière_ generally do as we like; and we get pecking at public questions for the same reason as our brother birds peck at the hips and the haws--because we have no granaries as you have. you do not like socialism? ah! and yet affect to follow it." "i!" estmere looked at this wayside wit, this wine-house philosopher, with a regard that asked plainly, "are you fool or knave?" "to be sure," answered tricotrin. "you have chapel and chaplain yonder at your château, i believe? the book of the christians is the very manual of socialism: '_you_ read the gospel, marat?' they cried. 'to be sure,' said marat. 'it is the most republican book in the world, and sends all the rich people to hell.' if you do not like my politics, _beau sire_, do not listen to the revolutionist of galilee." * * * not rare on this earth is the love that cleaves to the thing it has cherished through guilt, and through wrong, and through misery. but rare, indeed, is the love that still lives while its portion is oblivion, and the thing which it has followed passes away out to a joy that it cannot share, to a light that it cannot behold. for this is as the love of a god, which forsakes not, though its creatures revile, and blaspheme, and deride it. * * * ever and anon the old, dark, eager, noble face was lifted from its pillow, and the withered lips murmured three words: "is she come?" for tricotrin had bent over her bed, and had murmured, "i go to seek her, she is near;" and grand'mère had believed and been comforted, for she knew that no lie passed his lips. and she was very still and only the nervous working of the hard, brown, aged hand showed the longing of her soul. life was going out rapidly, as the flame sinks fast in a lamp whose oil is spent. the strong and vigorous frame, the keen and cheery will, had warded off death so long and bravely; and now they bent under, all suddenly, as those hardy trees will bend after a century of wind and storm--bend but once, and only to break for ever. the red sun in the west was in its evening glory; and through the open lattice there were seen in the deep blue of the sky, the bough of a snow-blossomed pear-tree, the network of the ivy, and the bees humming among the jasmine flowers. from the distance there came faintly the musical cries of the boatmen down the river, the voices of the vine-tenders in the fields, the singing of a throstle on a wild-grape tendril. only, in the little darkened chamber the old peasant lay quite still--listening, through all the sweet and busy sounds of summer, for a step that never came. and little by little all those sounds grew fainter on her ear: the dulness of death was stealing over all her senses; and all she heard was the song of the thrush where the bird swayed on the vine, half in, half out, of the lattice. but the lips moved still, though no voice came, with the same words: "is she come?" and when the lips no more could move, the dark and straining wistfulness of the eyes asked the question more earnestly, more terribly, more ceaselessly. the thrush sang on, and on, and on; but to the prayer of the dying eyes no answer came. the red sun sank into the purple mists of cloud; the song of the bird was ended; the voice of the watching girl murmured, "they will come too late!" for, as the sun faded off from the vine in the lattice, and the singing of the bird grew silent, grand'mère raised herself with her arms outstretched, and the strength of her youth returned in the hour of dissolution. "they never come back!" she cried. "they never come back! nor will she! one dead in africa--and one crushed beneath the stone--and one shot on the barricade. the three went forth together; but not one returned. we breed them, we nurse them, we foster them; and the world slays them body and soul, and eats the limbs that lay in our bosoms, and burns up the souls that we knew so pure. and she went where they went: she is dead like them." her head fell back; her mouth was grey and parched, her eyes had no longer sight; a shiver ran through the hardy frame that winter storms and summer droughts had bruised and scorched so long; and a passionless and immeasurable grief came on the brown, weary, age-worn face. "all dead!" she murmured in the stillness of the chamber, where the song of the bird had ceased, and the darkness of night had come. then through her lips the last breath quivered in a deep-drawn sigh, and the brave, patient, unrewarded life passed out for ever. * * * "you surely find no debtor such an ingrate, no master such a tyrant, as the people?" "perhaps. but, rather i find it a dog that bullies and tears where it is feared, but may be made faithful by genuine courage and strict justice shown to it." "the experience of the musician, then, must be much more fortunate than the experience of the statesman." "why, yes. it is ungrateful to great men, i grant; but it has the irritation of its own vague sense that it is but their tool, their ladder, their grappling-iron, to excuse it. still--i know well what you mean; the man who works for mankind works for a taskmaster who makes bitter every hour of his life only to forget him with the instant of his death; he is ever rolling the stone of human nature upward toward purer heights, to see it recoil and rush down into darkness and bloodshed. i know----" _a provence rose._ flowers are like your poets: they give ungrudgingly, and, like all lavish givers, are seldom recompensed in kind. we cast all our world of blossom, all our treasure or fragrance, at the feet of the one we love; and then, having spent ourselves in that too abundant sacrifice, you cry, "a yellow, faded thing! to the dust-hole with it!" and root us up violently, and fling us to rot with the refuse and offal; not remembering the days when our burden of beauty made sunlight in your darkest places, and brought the odours of a lost paradise to breathe over your bed of fever. well, there is one consolation. just so likewise do you deal with your human wonder-flower of genius. * * * i sighed at my square open pane in the hot, sulphurous mists of the street, and tried to see the stars and could not. for, between me and the one small breadth of sky which alone the innumerable roofs left visible, a vintner had hung out a huge gilded imperial crown as a sign on his roof-tree; and the crown, with its sham gold turning black in the shadow, hung between me and the planets. i knew that there must be many human souls in a like plight with myself, with the light of heaven blocked from them by a gilded tyranny, and yet i sighed, and sighed, and sighed, thinking of the white pure stars of provence throbbing in the violet skies. a rose is hardly wiser than a poet, you see: neither rose nor poet will be comforted, and be content to dwell in darkness because a crown of tinsel swings on high. * * * ah! in the lives of you who have wealth and leisure we, the flowers, are but one thing among many: we have a thousand rivals in your porcelains, your jewels, your luxuries, your intaglios, your mosaics, all your treasures of art, all your baubles of fancy. but in the lives of the poor we are alone: we are all the art, all the treasure, all the grace, all the beauty of outline, all the purity of hue that they possess: often we are all their innocence and all their religion too. why do you not set yourselves to make us more abundant in those joyless homes, in those sunless windows? * * * for the life of a painter is beautiful when he is still young, and loves truly, and has a genius in him stronger than calamity, and hears a voice in which he believes say always in his ear, "fear nothing. men must believe as i do in thee, one day. and meanwhile--we can wait!" and a painter in paris, even though he starve on a few sous a day, can have so much that is lovely and full of picturesque charm in his daily pursuits: the long, wondrous galleries full of the arts he adores; the _réalité de l'idéal_ around him in that perfect world; the slow, sweet, studious hours in the calm wherein all that is great in humanity alone survives; the trance--half adoration, half aspiration, at once desire and despair--before the face of the mona lisa; then, without, the streets so glad and so gay in the sweet, living sunshine; the quiver of green leaves among gilded balconies; the groups at every turn about the doors; the glow of colour in market-place and peopled square; the quaint grey piles in old historic ways; the stones, from every one of which some voice from the imperishable past cries out; the green and silent woods, the little leafy villages, the winding waters garden-girt; the forest heights, with the city gleaming and golden in the plain; all these are his. with these--and youth--who shall dare say the painter is not rich--ay, though his board be empty, and his cup be dry? i had not loved paris--i, a little imprisoned rose, caged in a clay pot, and seeing nothing but the sky-line of the roofs. but i grew to love it, hearing from rené and from lili of all the poetry and gladness that paris made possible in their young and burdened lives, and which could have been thus possible in no other city of the earth. city of pleasure you have called her, and with truth; but why not also city of the poor? for what city, like herself, has remembered the poor in her pleasure, and given to them, no less than to the richest, the treasure of her laughing sunlight, of her melodious music, of her gracious hues, of her million flowers, of her shady leaves, of her divine ideals? _pipistrello._ it was a strange, gaunt wilderness of stone, this old villa of the marchioni. it would have held hundreds of serving-men. it had as many chambers as one of the palaces down in rome; but life is homely and frugal here, and has few graces. the ways of everyday italian life in these grand old places are like nettles and thistles set in an old majolica vase that has had knights and angels painted on it. you know what i mean, you who know italy. do you remember those pictures of vittario carpacio and of gentile? they say that is the life our italy saw once in her cities and her villas;--that is the life she wants. sometimes when you are all alone in these vast deserted places the ghosts of all that pageantry pass by you, and they seem fitter than the living people for these courts and halls. * * * i had been no saint. i had always been ready for jest or dance or intrigue with a pretty woman, and sometimes women far above me had cast their eyes down on the arena as in spain ladies do in the bull-ring to pick a lover out thence for his strength: but i had never cared. i had loved, laughed, and wandered away with the stroller's happy liberty; but i had never cared. now all at once the whole world seemed dead; dead, heaven and earth; and only one woman's two eyes left living in the universe; living, and looking into my soul and burning it to ashes. do you know what i mean? no?--ay, then you know not love. * * * sometimes i think love is the darkest mystery of life: mere desire will not explain it, nor will the passions or the affections. you pass years amidst crowds, and know naught of it; then all at once you meet a stranger's eyes, and never are you free. that is love. who shall say whence it comes? it is a bolt from the gods that descends from heaven and strikes us down into hell. we can do nothing. * * * in italy one wants so little; the air and the light, and a little red wine, and the warmth of the wind, and a handful of maize or of grapes, and an old guitar, and a niche to sleep in near a fountain that murmurs and sings to the mosses and marbles--these are enough in italy. * * * petty laws breed great crimes. few rulers, little or big, remember that. * * * _l'esprit du clocher_ is derided nowadays. but it may well be doubted whether the age which derides it will give the world anything one-half as tender and true in its stead. it is peace because it is content; and it is a peace which has in it the germ of heroism: menaced, it produces patriotism--the patriotism whose symbol is tell. * * * the tyrannies of petty law hurt the authority of the state more with the populace than all the severity of a draconian code against great offences. petty laws may annoy but can never harm the rich, for they can always evade them or purchase immunity; but petty laws for the poor are as the horse-fly on the neck and on the eyelids of the horse. * * * it was in the month of april; outside the walls and on the banks of tiber, still swollen by the floods of winter, one could see the gold of a million daffodils and the bright crimson and yellow of tulips in the green corn. the scent of flowers and herbs came into the town and filled its dusky and narrow ways; the boatmen had green branches fastened to their masts; in the stillness of evening one heard the song of crickets, and even a mosquito would come and blow his shrill little trumpet, and one was willing to say to him "welcome!" because on his little horn he blew the glad news, "summer is here!" _held in bondage._ "a young man married is a man that's marred." that's a golden rule, arthur; take it to heart. anne hathaway, i have not a doubt, suggested it; experience is the sole asbestos, only unluckily one seldom gets it before one's hands are burnt irrevocably. shakespeare took to wife the ignorant, rosy-cheeked warwickshire peasant girl at _eighteen_! poor fellow! i picture him, with all his untried powers, struggling like new-born hercules for strength and utterance, and the great germ of poetry within him, tingeing all the common realities of life with its rose hue; genius giving him power to see with god-like vision the "fairies nestling in the cowslip chalices," and the golden gleam of cleopatra's sails; to feel the "spiced indian air" by night, and the wild working of kings' ambitious lust; to know by intuition, alike the voices of nature unheard by common ears, and the fierce schemes and passions of a world from which social position shut him out! i picture him in his hot, imaginative youth, finding his first love in the yeoman's daughter at shottery, strolling with her by the avon, making her an "odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds," and dressing her up in the fond array of a boy's poetic imaginings! then--when he had married her, he, with the passionate ideals of juliets and violas, ophelias and hermiones in his brain and heart, must have awakened to find that the voices so sweet to him were dumb to her. the "cinque spotted cowslip bells" brought only thoughts of wine to her. when he was watching "certain stars shoot madly from their spheres," she most likely was grumbling at him for mooning there after curfew bell. when he was learning nature's lore in "the fresh cup of the crimson rose," she was dinning in his ear that hammet and judith wanted worsted socks. when he was listening in fancy to the "sea-maid's song," and weaving thoughts to which a world still stands reverentially to listen, she was buzzing behind him, and bidding him go card the wool, and weeping that, in her girlhood, she had not chosen some rich glover or ale-taster, instead of idle, useless, wayward willie shakespeare. poor fellow! he did not write, i would swear, without fellow-feeling, and yearning over souls similarly shipwrecked, that wise saw, "a young man married is a man that's marred." _pascarÈl._ when a man's eyes meet yours, and his faith trusts you, and his heart upon a vague impulse is laid bare to you, it always has seemed to me the basest treachery the world can hold to pass the gold of confidence which he pours out to you from hand to hand as common coin for common circulation. * * * circumstance is so odd and so cruel a thing. it is wholly apart from talent. genius will do so little for a man if he do not know how to seize or seduce opportunity. no doubt, in his youth, ambrogiò had been shy, silent, out of his art timid, and in his person ungraceful, and unlovely. so the world had passed by him turning a deaf ear to his melodies, and he had let it pass, because he had not that splendid audacity to grasp it perforce, and hold it until it blessed him, without which no genius will ever gain the benediction of the angel of fame. which is a fallen angel, no doubt; but still, perhaps, the spirit most worth wrestling with after all; since wrestle we must in this world, if we do not care to lie down and form a pavement for other men's cars of triumph, as the assyrians of old stretched themselves on their faces before the coming of the chariot of their kings. * * * one of the saddest things perhaps in all the sadness of this world is the frightful loss at which so much of the best and strongest work of a man's life has to be thrown away at the onset. if you desire a name amongst men, you must buy the crown of it at such a costly price! true, the price will in the end be paid back to you, no doubt, when you are worn out, and what you do is as worthless as the rustling canes that blow together in autumn by dull river sides: then you scrawl your signature across your soulless work, and it fetches thrice its weight in gold. but though you thus have your turn, and can laugh at your will at the world that you fool, what can that compensate you for all those dear dead darlings?--those bright first-fruits, those precious earliest nestlings of your genius, which had to be sold into bondage for a broken crust, which drifted away from you never to be found again, which you know well were a million fold better, fresher, stronger, higher, better than anything you have begotten since then; and yet in which none could be found to believe, only because you had not won that magic spell which lies in--being known? * * * when i think of the sweet sigh of the violin melodies through the white winter silence of raffaelino's eager, dreamy eyes, misty with the student's unutterable sadness and delight; of old ambrogiò, with his semicircle of children round him, lifting their fresh voices at his word; of the little robin that came every day upon the waterpipe, and listened, and thrilled in harmony, and ate joyfully the crumbs which the old maestro daily spared to it from his scanty meal--when i think of those hours, it seems to me that they must have been happiness too. "could we but know when we are happy!" sighs some poet. as well might he write, "could we but set the dewdrop with our diamonds! could we but stay the rainbow in our skies!" * * * every old italian city has this awe about it--holds close the past and moves the living to a curious sense that they are dead and in their graves are dreaming; for the old cities themselves have beheld so much perish around them, and yet have kept so firm a hold upon tradition and upon the supreme beauty of great arts, that those who wander there grow, as it were, bewildered, and know not which is life and which is death amongst them. * * * the sun was setting. over the whole valdarno there was everywhere a faint ethereal golden mist that rose from the water and the woods. the town floated on it as upon a lake; her spires, and domes, and towers, and palaces bathed at their base in its amber waves, and rising upward into the rose-hued radiance of the upper air. the mountains that encircled her took all the varying hues of the sunset on their pale heights until they flushed to scarlet, glowered to violet, wavered with flame, and paled to whiteness, as the opal burns and fades. warmth, fragrance, silence, loveliness encompassed her; and in the great stillness the bell of the basilica tolled slowly the evening call to prayer. thus florence rose before me. a strange tremor of exceeding joy thrilled through me as i beheld the reddened shadows of those close-lying roofs, and those marble heights of towers and of temples. at last my eyes gazed on her! the daughter of flowers, the mistress of art, the nursing mother of liberty and of aspiration. i fell on my knees and thanked god. i pity those who, in such a moment, have not done likewise. * * * there is nothing upon earth, i think, like the smile of italy as she awakes when the winter has dozed itself away in the odours of its oakwood fires. the whole land seems to laugh. the springtide of the north is green and beautiful, but it has nothing of the radiance, the dreamfulness, the ecstasy of spring in the southern countries. the springtide of the north is pale with the gentle colourless sweetness of its world of primroses; the springtide of italy is rainbow-hued, like the profusion of anemones that laugh with it in every hue of glory under every ancient wall and beside every hill-fed stream. spring in the north is a child that wakes from dreams of death; spring in the south is a child that wakes from dreams of love. one is rescued and welcomed from the grave; but the other comes smiling on a sunbeam from heaven. * * * the landscape that has the olive is spiritual as no landscape can ever be from which the olive is absent; for where is there spirituality without some hue of sadness? but this spiritual loveliness is one for which the human creature that is set amidst it needs a certain education as for the power of euripides, for the dreams of phædrus, for the strength of michaelangelo, for the symphonies of mozart or beethoven. the mind must itself be in a measure spiritualised ere aright it can receive it. it is too pure, too impalpable, too nearly divine, to be grasped by those for whom all beauty centres in strong heats of colour and great breadths of effect; it floats over the senses like a string of perfect cadences in music; it has a breath of heaven in it; though on the earth it is not of the earth; when the world was young, ere men had sinned on it, and gods forsaken it, it must have had the smile of this light that lingers here. * * * bad? good? pshaw! those are phrases. no one uses them but fools. you have seen the monkeys' cage in the beast-garden here. that is the world. it is not strength, or merit, or talent, or reason that is of any use there; it is just which monkey has the skill to squeeze to the front and jabber through the bars, and make his teeth meet in his neighbours' tails till they shriek and leave him free passage--it is that monkey which gets all the cakes and the nuts of the folk on a feast-day. the monkey is not bad; it is only a little quicker and more cunning than the rest; that is all. * * * it is a kind of blindness--poverty. we can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and maiming ourselves against every angle. * * * count art by gold, and it fetters the feet it once winged. * * * "is that all you know?" he cried, while his voice rang like a trumpet-call. "listen here, then, little lady, and learn better. what is it to be a player? it is this. a thing despised and rejected on all sides; a thing that was a century since denied what they call christian burial; a thing that is still deemed for a woman disgraceful, and for a man degrading and emasculate; a thing that is mute as a dunce save when, parrot-like, it repeats by rote with a mirthless grin or a tearless sob; a wooden doll, as you say, applauded as a brave puppet in its prime, hissed at in its first hour of failure or decay; a thing made up of tinsel and paint, and patchwork, of the tailor's shreds and the barber's curls of tow--a ridiculous thing to be sure. that is a player. and yet again--a thing without which laughter and jest were dead in the sad lives of the populace; a thing that breathes the poet's words of fire so that the humblest heart is set aflame; a thing that has a magic on its lips to waken smiles or weeping at its will; a thing which holds a people silent, breathless, intoxicated with mirth or with awe, as it chooses; a thing whose grace kings envy, and whose wit great men will steal; a thing by whose utterance alone the poor can know the fair follies of a thoughtless hour, and escape for a little space from the dull prisons of their colourless lives into the sunlit paradise where genius dwells--_that_ is a player, too!" * * * the instrument on which we histrions play is that strange thing, the human heart. it looks a little matter to strike its chords of laughter or of sorrow; but, indeed, to do that aright and rouse a melody which shall leave all who hear it the better and the braver for the hearing, that may well take a man's lifetime, and, perhaps, may well repay it. * * * oh, cara mia, when one has run about in one's time with a tinker's tools, and seen the lives of the poor, and the woe of them, and the wretchedness of it all, and the utter uselessness of everything, and the horrible, intolerable, unending pain of all the things that breathe, one comes to think that in this meaningless mystery which men call life a little laughter and a little love are the only things which save us all from madness--the madness that would curse god and die. * * * it always seems as if that well-spring of poetry and art which arose in italy, to feed and fertilise the world when it was half dead and wholly barren under the tyrannies of the church and the lusts of feudalism; it would always seem, i say, as though that water of life had so saturated the italian soil, that the lowliest hut upon its hills and plains will ever nourish and put forth some flower of fancy. the people cannot read, but they can rhyme. they cannot reason, but they can keep perfect rhythm. they cannot write their own names, but written on their hearts are the names of those who made their country's greatness. they believe in the virtues of a red rag tied to a stick amidst their fields, but they treasure tenderly the heroes and the prophets of an unforgotten time. they are ignorant of all laws of science or of sound, but when they go home by moonlight through the maize yonder alight with lùcciole, they will never falsify a note, or overload a harmony, in their love-songs. the poetry, the art, in them is sheer instinct; it is not the genius of isolated accident, but the genius of inalienable heritage. * * * do you ever think of those artist-monks who have strewed italy with altar-pieces and missal miniatures till there is not any little lonely dusky town of hers that is not rich by art? do you often think of them? i do. there must have been a beauty in their lives--a great beauty--though they missed of much, of more than they ever knew or dreamed of, let us hope. in visions of the madonna they grew blind to the meaning of a woman's smile, and illuminating the golden olive wreath above the heads of saints they lost the laughter of the children under the homely olive-trees without. but they did a noble work in their day; and leisure for meditation is no mean treasure, though the modern world does not number it amongst its joys. one can understand how men born with nervous frames and spiritual fancies into the world when it was one vast battle-ground, where its thrones were won by steel and poison, and its religion enforced by torch and faggot, grew so weary of the never-ending turmoil, and of the riotous life which was always either a pageant or a slaughter-house, that it seemed beautiful to them to withdraw themselves into some peaceful place like this badià and spend their years in study and in recommendation of their souls to god, with the green and fruitful fields before their cloister windows, and no intruders on the summer stillness as they painted their dreams of a worthier and fairer world except the blue butterflies that strayed in on a sunbeam, or the gold porsellini that hummed at the lilies in the virgin's chalice. * * * florence, where she sits throned amidst her meadows white with lenten lilies, florence is never terrible, florence is never old. in her infancy they fed her on the manna of freedom, and that fairest food gave her eternal youth. in her early years she worshipped ignorantly indeed, but truly always the day-star of liberty; and it has been with her always so that the light shed upon her is still as the light of morning. does this sound a fanciful folly? nay, there is a real truth in it. the past is so close to you in florence. you touch it at every step. it is not the dead past that men bury and then forget. it is an unquenchable thing; beautiful, and full of lustre, even in the tomb, like the gold from the sepulchres of the Ætruscan kings that shines on the breast of some fair living woman, undimmed by the dust and the length of the ages. the music of the old greatness thrills through all the commonest things of life like the grilli's chant through the wooden cages on ascension day; and, like the song of the grilli, its poetry stays in the warmth of the common hearth for the ears of the little children, and loses nothing of its melody. the beauty of the past in florence is like the beauty of the great duomo. about the duomo there is stir and strife at all times; crowds come and go; men buy and sell; lads laugh and fight; piles of fruit blaze gold and crimson; metal pails clash down on the stones with shrillest clangour; on the steps boys play at dominoes, and women give their children food, and merry maskers grin in carnival fooleries; but there in their midst is the duomo all unharmed and undegraded, a poem and a prayer in one, its marbles shining in the upper air, a thing so majestic in its strength, and yet so human in its tenderness, that nothing can assail, and nothing equal it. other, though not many, cities have histories as noble, treasuries as vast; but no other city has them living and ever present in her midst, familiar as household words, and touched by every baby's hand and peasant's step, as florence has. every line, every rood, every gable, every tower, has some story of the past present in it. every tocsin that sounds is a chronicle; every bridge that unites the two banks of the river unites also the crowds of the living with the heroism of the dead. in the winding dusky irregular streets, with the outlines of their logge and arcades, and the glow of colour that fills their niches and galleries, the men who "have gone before" walk with you; not as elsewhere mere gliding shades clad in the pallor of a misty memory, but present, as in their daily lives, shading their dreamful eyes against the noonday sun or setting their brave brows against the mountain wind, laughing and jesting in their manful mirth and speaking as brother to brother of great gifts to give the world. all this while, though the past is thus close about you the present is beautiful also, and does not shock you by discord and unseemliness as it will ever do elsewhere. the throngs that pass you are the same in likeness as those that brushed against dante or calvacanti; the populace that you move amidst is the same bold, vivid, fearless, eager people with eyes full of dreams, and lips braced close for war, which welcomed vinci and cimabue and fought from montaperto to solferino. and as you go through the streets you will surely see at every step some colour of a fresco on a wall, some quaint curve of a bas-relief on a lintel, some vista of romanesque arches in a palace court, some dusky interior of a smith's forge or a wood-seller's shop, some renaissance seal-ring glimmering on a trader's stall, some lovely hues of fruits and herbs tossed down together in a tre cento window, some gigantic mass of blossoms being borne aloft on men's shoulders for a church festivity of roses, something at every step that has some beauty or some charm in it, some graciousness of the ancient time, or some poetry of the present hour. the beauty of the past goes with you at every step in florence. buy eggs in the market, and you buy them where donatello bought those which fell down in a broken heap before the wonder of the crucifix. pause in a narrow bye-street in a crowd and it shall be that borgo allegri, which the people so baptized for love of the old painter and the new-born art. stray into a great dark church at evening time, where peasants tell their beads in the vast marble silence, and you are where the whole city flocked, weeping, at midnight to look their last upon the face of their michael angelo. pace up the steps of the palace of the signorìa and you tread the stone that felt the feet of him to whom so bitterly was known "_com' è duro calle, lo scendere è'l salir per l'altrúi scale_." buy a knot of march anemoni or april arum lilies, and you may bear them with you through the same city ward in which the child ghirlandajo once played amidst the gold and silver garlands that his father fashioned for the young heads of the renaissance. ask for a shoemaker and you shall find the cobbler sitting with his board in the same old twisting, shadowy street way, where the old man toscanelli drew his charts that served a fair-haired sailor of genoa, called columbus. toil to fetch a tinker through the squalor of san niccolò, and there shall fall on you the shadow of the bell-tower where the old sacristan saved to the world the genius of the night and day. glance up to see the hour of the evening time, and there, sombre and tragical, will loom above you the walls of the communal palace on which the traitors were painted by the brush of sarto, and the tower of giotto, fair and fresh in its perfect grace as though angels had builded it in the night just past, "_ond' ella toglie ancora e terza e nona_," as in the noble and simple days before she brake the "_cerchia antìca_." everywhere there are flowers, and breaks of songs, and rills of laughter, and wonderful eyes that look as if they too, like their poets, had gazed into the heights of heaven and the depths of hell. and then you will pass out at the gates beyond the city walls, and all around you there will be a radiance and serenity of light that seems to throb in its intensity and yet is divinely restful, like the passion and the peace of love when it has all to adore and nothing to desire. the water will be broad and gold, and darkened here and there into shadows of porphyrine amber. amidst the grey and green of the olive and acacia foliage there will arise the low pale roofs and flat-topped towers of innumerable villages. everywhere there will be a wonderful width of amethystine hills and mystical depths of seven-chorded light. above, masses of rosy cloud will drift, like rose-leaves leaning on a summer wind. and, like a magic girdle which has shut her out from all the curse of age and death and man's oblivion, and given her a youth and loveliness which will endure so long as the earth itself endures, there will be the circle of the mountains, purple and white and golden, lying around florence. * * * amidst all her commerce, her wars, her hard work, her money-making, florence was always dominated and spiritualised, at her noisiest and worst, by a poetic and picturesque imagination. florentine life had always an ideal side to it; and an idealism, pure and lofty, runs through her darkest histories and busiest times like a thread of gold through a coat of armour and a vest of frieze. the florentine was a citizen, a banker, a workman, a carder of wool, a weaver of silk, indeed; but he was also always a lover, and always a soldier; that is, always half a poet. he had his caròccio and his ginevra as well as his tools and his sacks of florins. he had his sword as well as his shuttle. his scarlet giglio was the flower of love no less than the blazonry of battle on his standard, and the mint stamp of the commonwealth on his coinage. herein lay the secret of the influence of florence: the secret which rendered the little city, stretched by her river's side, amongst her quiet meadows white with arums, a sacred name to all generations of men for all she dared and all she did. "she amassed wealth," they say: no doubt she did--and why? to pour it with both hands to melt in the foundries of ghiberti--to bring it in floods to cement the mortar that joined the marbles of brunelleschi! she always spent to great ends, and to mighty uses. when she called a shepherd from his flocks in the green valley to build for her a bell-tower so that she might hear, night and morning, the call to the altar, the shepherd built for her in such fashion that the belfry has been the pharos of art for five centuries. here is the secret of florence--supreme aspiration. the aspiration which gave her citizens force to live in poverty, and clothe themselves in simplicity, so as to be able to give up their millions of florins to bequeath miracles in stone and metal and colour to the future. the aspiration which so purified her soil, red with carnage, black with smoke of war, trodden continuously by hurrying feet of labourers, rioters, mercenaries, and murderers, that from that soil there could spring, in all its purity and perfection, the paradise-blossom of the vita nuova. venice perished for her pride and carnal lust; rome perished for her tyrannies and her blood-thirst; but florence--though many a time nearly strangled under the heel of the empire and the hand of the church--florence was never slain utterly either in body or soul; florence still crowned herself with flowers even in her throes of agony, because she kept always within her that love--impersonal, consecrate, void of greed--which is the purification of the individual life and the regeneration of the body politic. "we labour for the ideal," said the florentines of old, lifting to heaven their red flower de luce--and to this day europe bows before what they did and cannot equal it. "but she had so many great men, so many mighty masters!" i would urge, whereon pascarèl would glance on me with his lightest and yet utmost scorn. "o wise female thing, who always traces the root to the branch and deduces the cause from the effect! did her great men spring up full-armed like athene, or was it the pure, elastic atmosphere of her that made her mere mortals strong as immortals? the supreme success of modern government is to flatten down all men into one uniform likeness, so that it is only by most frightful, and often destructive, effort that any originality can contrive to get loose in its own shape for a moment's breathing space; but in the commonwealth of florence a man, being born with any genius in him, drew in strength to do and dare greatly with the very air he breathed." moreover, it was not only the great men that made her what she was. it was, above all, the men who knew they were not great, but yet had the patience and unselfishness to do their appointed work for her zealously, and with every possible perfection in the doing of it. it was not only orcagna planning the loggia, but every workman who chiselled out a piece of its stone, that put all his head and heart into the doing thereof. it was not only michaelangelo in his studio, but every poor painter who taught the mere a, b, c, d of the craft to a crowd of pupils out of the streets, who did whatsoever came before them to do mightily and with reverence. in those days all the servants as well as the sovereigns of art were penetrated with the sense of her holiness. it was the mass of patient, intelligent, poetic, and sincere servitors of art, who, instead of wildly consuming their souls in envy and desire, cultured their one talent to the uttermost, so that the mediocrity of that age would have been the excellence of any other. not alone from the great workshops of the great masters did the light shine on the people. from every scaffold where a palace ceiling was being decorated with its fresco, from every bottega where the children of the poor learned to grind and to mingle the colours, from every cell where some solitary monk studied to produce an offering to the glory of his god, from every nook and corner where the youths gathered in the streets to see some nunziata or ecce homo lifted to its niche in the city wall, from every smallest and most hidden home of art--from the nest under the eaves as well as from the cloud-reaching temples,--there went out amidst the multitudes an ever-flowing, ever-pellucid stream of light, from that aspiration which is in itself inspiration. so that even to this day the people of italy have not forgotten the supreme excellence of all beauty, but are, by the sheer instinct of inherited faith, incapable of infidelity to those traditions; so that the commonest craftsman of them all will sweep his curves and shade his hues upon a plaster cornice with a perfection that is the despair of the maestri of other nations. * * * the broad plains that have been the battle-ground of so many races and so many ages were green and peaceful under the primitive husbandry of the contadini. everywhere under the long lines of the yet unbudded vines the seed was springing, and the trenches of the earth were brimful with brown bubbling water left from the floods of winter, when reno and adda had broken loose from their beds. here and there was some old fortress grey amongst the silver of the olive orchards; some village with white bleak house-walls and flat roofs pale and bare against the level fields; or some little long-forgotten city once a stronghold of war and a palace for princes, now a little hushed and lonely place, with weed-grown ramparts and gates rusted on their hinges, and tapestry weavers throwing the shuttle in its deserted and dismantled ways. but chiefly it was always the green, fruitful, weary, endless plain trodden by the bullocks and the goats, and silent, strangely silent, as though fearful still of its tremendous past. * * * the long bright day draws to a close. the west is in a blaze of gold, against which the ilex and the acacia are black as funeral plumes. the innumerable scents of fruits and flowers and spices, and tropical seeds, and sweet essences, that fill the streets at every step from shops and stalls, and monks' pharmacies, are fanned out in a thousand delicious odours on the cooling air. the wind has risen, blowing softly from mountain and from sea across the plains through the pines of pisa, across to the oak-forests of green casentìno. whilst the sun still glows in the intense amber of his own dying glory, away in the tender violet hues of the east the young moon rises. rosy clouds drift against the azure of the zenith, and are reflected as in a mirror in the shallow river waters. a little white cloud of doves flies homeward against the sky. all the bells chime for the ave maria. the evening falls. wonderful hues, creamy, and golden, and purple, and soft as the colours of a dove's throat, spread themselves slowly over the sky; the bell tower rises like a shaft of porcelain clear against the intense azure; amongst the tall canes by the river the fire-flies sparkle; the shores are mirrored in the stream with every line and curve, and roof and cupola, drawn in sharp deep shadow; every lamp glows again thrice its size in the glass of the current, and the arches of the bridges meet their own image there; the boats glide down the water that is now white under the moon, now amber under the lights, now black under the walls, for ever changing; night draws on, then closes quite. but it is night as radiant as day, and ethereal as day can never be; on the hills the cypresses still stand out against the faint gold that lingers in the west; there is the odour of carnations and of acacias everywhere. noiseless footsteps come and go. people pass softly in shadow, like a dream. * * * you know how st. michael made the italian? he is saying to them, and the clear crystal ring of the sonorous tuscan reaches to the farthest corner of the square. nay?--oh, for shame! well, then, it was in this fashion; long, long ago, when the world was but just called from chaos, the dominiddio was tired, as you all know, and took his rest on the seventh day; and four of the saints, george and denis and jago and michael, stood round him with their wings folded and their swords idle. so to them the good lord said: "look at those odds and ends, that are all lying about after the earth is set rolling. gather them up, and make them into four living nations to people the globe." the saints obeyed and set to the work. st. george got a piece of pure gold and a huge lump of lead, and buried the gold in the lead, so that none ever would guess it was there, and so sent it rolling and bumping to earth, and called it the english people. st. jago got a bladder filled with wind, and put in it the heart of a fox, and the fang of a wolf, and whilst it puffed and swelled like the frog that called itself a bull, it was despatched to the world as the spaniard. st. denis did better than that; he caught a sunbeam flying, and he tied it with a bright knot of ribbons, and he flashed it on earth as the people of france; only, alas! he made two mistakes, he gave it no ballast, and he dyed the ribbons blood-red. now st. michael, marking their errors, caught a sunbeam likewise, and many other things too; a mask of velvet, a poniard of steel, the chords of a lute, the heart of a child, the sigh of a poet, the kiss of a lover, a rose out of paradise, and a silver string from an angel's lyre. then with these in his hand he went and knelt down at the throne of the father. "dear and great lord," he prayed, "to make my work perfect, give me one thing; give me a smile of god." and god smiled. then st. michael sent his creation to earth, and called it the italian. but--most unhappily, as chance would have it--satanas watching at the gates of hell, thought to himself, "if i spoil not his work, earth will be eden in italy." so he drew his bow in envy, and sped a poisoned arrow; and the arrow cleft the rose of paradise, and broke the silver string of the angel. and to this day the italian keeps the smile that god gave in his eyes; but in his heart the devil's arrow rankles still. some call this barbed shaft cruelty; some superstition; some ignorance; some priestcraft; maybe its poison is drawn from all four; be it how it may, it is the duty of all italians to pluck hard at the arrow of hell, so that the smile of god alone shall remain with their children's children. yonder in the plains we have done much; the rest will lie with you, the freed nation. * * * there is an old legend, he made answer to me, an old monkish tale, which tells how, in the days of king clovis, a woman, old and miserable, forsaken of all, and at the point of death, strayed into the merovingian woods, and lingering there, and hearkening to the birds, and loving them, and so learning from them of god, regained, by no effort of her own, her youth; and lived, always young and always beautiful, a hundred years; through all which time she never failed to seek the forests when the sun rose, and hear the first song of the creatures to whom she owed her joy. whoever to the human soul can be, in ever so faint a sense, that which the birds were to the woman in the merovingian woods, he, i think, has a true greatness. but i am but an outcast, you know; and my wisdom is not of the world. yet it seemed the true wisdom, there, at least, with the rose light shining across half the heavens, and the bells ringing far away in the plains below over the white waves of the sea of olives. * * * only for the people! altro! did not sperone and all the critics at his heels pronounce ariosto only fit for the vulgar multitude? and was not dante himself called the laureate of the cobblers and the bakers? and does not sacchetti record that the great man took the trouble to quarrel with an ass-driver and a blacksmith because they recited his verses badly? if he had not written "only for the people," we might never have got beyond the purisms of virgilio, and the ciceronian imitations of bembo. dante now-a-days may have become the poet of the scholars and the sages, but in his own times he seemed to the sciolists a most terribly low fellow for using his mother tongue; and he was most essentially the poet of the vulgar--of the _vulgare eloquio_, of the _vulgare illustre_; and pray what does the "commedia" mean if not a _canto villereccio_, a song for the rustics? will you tell me that? only for the people! ah, that is the error. only! how like a woman that is! any trash will do for the people; that is the modern notion; vile roulades in music, tawdry crudities in painting, cheap balderdash in print--all that will do for the people. so they say now-a-days. was the bell tower yonder set in a ducal garden or in a public place? was cimabue's masterpiece veiled in a palace or borne aloft through the throngs of the streets? * * * a man, be he bramble or vine, likes to grow in the open air in his own fashion; but a woman, be she flower or weed, always thinks she would be better under glass. when she gets the glass she breaks it--generally; but till she gets it she pines. * * * when they grew up in italy, all that joyous band,--arlecchino in bergamo, stenterello in florence, pulcinello in naples, pantaleone in venice, dulcamara in bologna, beltramo in milan, brighella in brescia--masked their mirthful visages and ran together and jumped on that travelling stage before the world, what a force they were for the world, those impudent mimes! "only pantomimi?" when they joined hands with one another and rolled their wandering house before st. mark's they were only players indeed; but their laughter blew out the fires of the inquisition, their fools' caps made the papal tiara look but paper toy, their wooden swords struck to earth the steel of the nobles, their arrows of epigram, feathered from goose and from falcon, slew, flying, the many-winged dragon of superstition. they were old as the old latin land, indeed. they had mouldered for ages in etruscan cities, with the dust of uncounted centuries upon them, and been only led out in carnival times, pale, voiceless, frail ghosts of dead powers, whose very meaning the people had long forgotten. but the trumpet-call of the renaissance woke them from their rip van winkle sleep. they got up, young again, and keen for every frolic--barbarossas of sock and buskin, whose helmets were caps and bells, breaking the magic spell of their slumber to burst upon men afresh; buoyant incarnations of the new-born scorn for tradition, of the nascent revolts of democracy, with which the air was rife. "only pantomimi?" oh, altro! the world when it reckons its saviours should rate high all it owed to the pantomimi,--the privileged pantomimi--who first dared take license to say in their quips and cranks, in their capers and jests, what had sent all speakers before them to the rack and the faggots. who think of that when they hear the shrill squeak of pulcinello in the dark bye-streets of northern towns, or see lean pantaleone slip and tumble through the transformation-scene of some gorgeous theatre? not one in a million. yet it is true for all that. free speech was first due to the pantomimi. a proud boast that. they hymn tell and chant savonarola and glorify the gracchi, but i doubt if any of the gods in the world's pantheon or the other world's valhalla did so much for freedom as those merry mimes that the children scamper after upon every holiday. * * * we are straws on the wind of the hour, too frail and too brittle to float into the future. our little day of greatness is a mere child's puff-ball, inflated by men's laughter, floated by women's tears; what breeze so changeful as the one, what waters so shallow as the other?--the bladder dances a little while; then sinks, and who remembers? * * * do you know the delicate delights of a summer morning in italy? morning i mean between four and five of the clock, and not the full hot mid-day that means morning to the languid associations of this weary century. the nights, perfect as they are, have scarcely more loveliness than the birth of light, the first rippling laughter of the early day. the air is cool, almost cold, and clear as glass. there is an endless murmur from birds' throats and wings, and from far away there will ring from village or city the chimes of the first mass. the deep broad shadows lie so fresh, so grave, so calm, that by them the very dust is stilled and spiritualised. softly the sun comes, striking first the loftier trees and then the blossoming magnolias, and lastly the green lowliness of the gentle vines; until all above is in a glow of new-born radiance, whilst all beneath the leaves still is dreamily dusk and cool. the sky is of a soft sea-blue; great vapours will float here and there, iris-coloured and snow-white. the stone parapets of bridge and tower shine against the purple of the mountains, which are low in tone, and look like hovering storm-clouds. across the fields dun oxen pass to their labour; through the shadows peasants go their way to mass; down the river a raft drifts slowly, with the pearly water swaying against the canes; all is clear, tranquil, fresh as roses washed with rain. * * * to the art of the stage, as to every other art, there are two sides: the truth of it, which comes by inspiration--that is, by instincts subtler, deeper, and stronger than those of most minds; and the artifice of it, in which it must clothe itself to get understood by the people. it is this latter which must be learnt; it is the leathern harness in which the horses of the sun must run when they come down to race upon earth. * * * for in italy life is all contrast, and there is no laugh and love-song without a sigh beside them; there is no velvet mask of mirth and passion without the marble mask of art and death near to it. for everywhere the wild tulip burns red upon a ruined altar, and everywhere the blue borage rolls its azure waves through the silent temples of forgotten gods. * * * to enter bologna at midnight is to plunge into the depths of the middle ages. those desolate sombre streets, those immense dark arches, dark as tartarus, those endless arcades where scarce a footfall breaks the stillness, that labyrinth of marble, of stone, of antiquity; the past alone broods over them all. as you go it seems to you that you see the gleam of a snowy plume and the shine of a straight rapier striking home through cuirass and doublet, whilst on the stones the dead body falls, and high above over the lamp-iron, where the torch is flaring, a casement uncloses, and a woman's voice murmurs, with a cruel little laugh, "cosa fatta capo ha!" there is nothing to break the spell of that old-world enchantment. nothing to recall to you that the ages of bentivoglio and of visconti have fled for ever. the mighty academy of luvena juris is so old, so old, so old!--the folly and frippery of modern life cannot dwell in it a moment; it is as that enchanted throne which turned into stone like itself whosoever dared to seat himself upon its majestic heights. for fifteen centuries bologna has grimly watched and seen the mad life of the world go by; it sits amidst the plains as the sphynx amidst her deserts. * * * it is women's way. they always love colour better than form, rhetoric better than logic, priestcraft better than philosophy, and flourishes better than fugues. it has been said scores of times before i said it. nay, he pursued, thinking he had pained me, you have a bright wit enough, and a beautiful voice, though you sing without knowing very well what you do sing. but genius you have not, look you; say your thanksgiving to the madonna at the next shrine we come to; genius you have not. what is it? well, it is hard to tell; but this is certain, that it puts peas unboiled into the shoes of every pilgrim who really gets up to its olivet. genius has all manner of dead dreams and sorrowful lost loves for its scallop-shells; and the palm that it carries is the bundle of rods wherewith fools have beaten it for calling them blind. genius has eyes so clear that it sees straight down into the hearts of others through all their veils of sophistry and simulation; but its own heart is pierced often to the quick for shame of what it reads there. it has such long and faithful remembrance of other worlds and other lives which most minds have forgotten, that beside the beauty of those memories all things of earth seem poor and valueless. men call this imagination or idealism; the name does not matter much; whether it be desire or remembrance, it comes to the same issue; so that genius, going ever beyond the thing it sees in infinite longing for some higher greatness which it has either lost or otherwise cannot reach, finds the art, and the humanity, and the creations, and the affections which seem to others so exquisite most imperfect and scarcely to be endured. the heaven of phædrus is the world which haunts genius--where there shall not be women but woman, not friends but friendship, not poems but poetry; everything in its uttermost wholeness and perfection; so that there shall be no possibility of regret nor any place for desire. for in this present world there is only one thing which can content it, and that thing is music; because music has nothing to do with earth, but sighs always for the lands beyond the sun. and yet all this while genius, though sick at heart, and alone, and finding little in man or in woman, in human art or in human nature, that can equal what it remembers--or, as men choose to say, it imagines--is half a child too, always: for something of the eternal light which streams from the throne of god is always shed about it, though sadly dimmed and broken by the clouds and vapours that men call their atmosphere. half a child always, taking a delight in the frolic of the kids, the dancing of the daffodils, the playtime of the children, the romp of the winds with the waters, the loves of the birds in the blossoms. half a child always, but always with tears lying close to its laughter, and always with desires that are death in its dreams. no; you have not genius, cara mia. say your grazie at the next shrine we pass. * * * therefore, in those days men, giving themselves leave to be glad for a little space, were glad with the same sinewy force and manful singleness of purpose as made them in other times laborious, self-denying, patient, and fruitful of high thoughts and deeds. because they laboured for their fellows, therefore they could laugh with them; and because they served god, therefore they dared be glad. in those grave, dauntless, austere lives the carnival's jocund revelry was as one golden bead in a pilgrim's rosary of thorn-berries. they had aimed highly and highly achieved; therefore they could go forth amidst their children and rejoice. but we--in whom all art is the mere empty shibboleth of a ruined religion whose priests are all dead; we--whose whole year-long course is one dance of death over the putridity of our pleasures; we--whose solitary purpose it is to fly faster and faster from desire to satiety, from satiety to desire, in an endless eddy of fruitless effort; we--whose greatest genius can only raise for us some inarticulate protest of despair against some unknown god;--we have strangled king carnival and killed him, and buried him in the ashes of our own unutterable weariness and woe. * * * oh, i believe it was all true enough. there were mighty pascarèlli in the olden days. but i am very glad that i was not of them; except, indeed, that i should have liked to strike a blow or two for guido calvacanti and have hindered the merrymaking of those precious rascals who sent him out to die of the marsh fever. great? no; certainly i would not be great. to be a great man is endlessly to crave something that you have not; to kiss the hands of monarchs and lick the feet of peoples. to be great? who was ever more great than dante, and what was his experience?--the bitterness of begged bread, and the steepness of palace stairs. besides, given the genius to deserve it, the up-shot of a life spent for greatness is absolutely uncertain. look at machiavelli. after having laid down infallible rules for social and public success with such unapproachable astuteness that his name has become a synonym for unerring policy, machiavelli passed his existence in obedience and submission to rome, to florence, to charles, to cosmo, to leo, to clement. he was born into a time favourable beyond every other to sudden changes of fortune; a time in which any fearless audacity might easily become the stepping-stone to a supreme authority; and yet machiavelli, whom the world still holds as its ablest statesman--in principle--never in practice rose above the level of a servant of civil and papal tyrannies, and, when his end came, died in obscurity and almost in penury. theoretically, machiavelli could rule the universe; but practically he never attained to anything finer than a more or less advantageous change of masters. to reign doctrinally may be all very well, but when it only results in serving actually, it seems very much better to be obscure and content without any trouble. "fumo di gloria non vale fumo di pipa." i, for one, at any rate, am thoroughly convinced of that truth of truths. i hearkened to him sorrowful; for to my ignorant eyes the witch candle of fame seemed a pure and perfect planet; and i felt that the planet might have ruled his horoscope had he chosen. is there no glory at all worth having, then? i murmured. he stretched himself where he rested amongst the arum-whitened grass, and took his cigaretto from his mouth: well, there is one, perhaps. but it is to be had about once in five centuries. you know or san michele? it would have been a world's wonder had it stood alone, and not been companioned with such wondrous rivals that its own exceeding beauty scarce ever receives full justice. where the jasper of giotto and the marble of brunelleschi, where the bronze of ghiberti and the granite of arnolfo rise everywhere in the sunlit air to challenge vision and adoration, or san michele fails of its full meed from men. yet, perchance, in all the width of florence there is not a nobler thing. it is like some massive casket of silver oxydised by time; such a casket as might have been made to hold the tables of the law by men to whose faith sinai was the holy and imperishable truth. i know nothing of the rule or phrase of architecture, but it seems to me surely that that square-set strength, as of a fortress, towering against the clouds, and catching the last light always on its fretted parapet, and everywhere embossed and enriched with foliage, and tracery, and the figures of saints, and the shadows of vast arches, and the light of niches gold-starred and filled with divine forms, is a gift so perfect to the whole world, that, passing it, one should need say a prayer for great taddeo's soul. surely, nowhere is the rugged, changeless, mountain force of hewn stone piled against the sky, and the luxuriant, dreamlike, poetic delicacy of stone carven and shaped into leafage and loveliness more perfectly blended and made one than where or san michele rises out of the dim, many-coloured, twisting streets, in its mass of ebon darkness and of silvery light. well, the other day, under the walls of it i stood, and looked at its saint george where he leans upon his shield, so calm, so young, with his bared head and his quiet eyes. "that is our donatello's," said a florentine beside me--a man of the people, who drove a horse for hire in the public ways, and who paused, cracking his whip, to tell this tale to me. "donatello did that, and it killed him. do you not know? when he had done that saint george, he showed it to his master. and the master said, 'it wants one thing only.' now this saying our donatello took gravely to heart, chiefly of all because his master would never explain where the fault lay; and so much did it hurt him, that he fell ill of it, and came nigh to death. then he called his master to him. 'dear and great one, do tell me before i die,' he said, 'what is the one thing my statue lacks.' the master smiled, and said, 'only--speech.' 'then i die happy,' said our donatello. and he died--indeed, that hour." "now, i cannot say that the pretty story is true; it is not in the least true; donato died when he was eighty-three, in the street of the melon; and it was he himself who cried, 'speak then--speak!' to his statue, as it was carried through the city. but whether true or false the tale, this fact is surely true, that it is well--nobly and purely well--with a people when the men amongst it who ply for hire on its public ways think caressingly of a sculptor dead five hundred years ago, and tell such a tale standing idly in the noonday sun, feeling the beauty and the pathos of it all. "'our donatello' still to the people of florence. 'our own little donato' still, our pet and pride, even as though he were living and working in their midst to-day, here in the shadows of the stocking-maker's street, where his saint george keeps watch and ward. "'our little donato' still, though dead so many hundred years ago. "that is glory, if you will. and something more beautiful than any glory--love." he was silent a long while, gathering lazily with his left hand the arum lilies to bind them together for me. perhaps the wish for the moment passed over him that he had chosen to set his life up in stone, like to donato's, in the face of florence, rather than to weave its light and tangled skein out from the breaths of the wandering winds and the sands of the shifting shore. * * * come out here in the young months of summer, and leave, as we left, the highways that grim walls fence in, and stray, as we strayed, through the field-paths and the bridle-roads in the steps of the contadini, and you will find this green world about your feet touched with the may-day suns to tenderest and most lavish wealth of nature. the green corn uncurling underneath the blossoming vines. the vine foliage that tosses and climbs and coils in league on league of verdure. the breast-high grasses full of gold and red and purple from the countless flowers growing with it. the millet filled with crimson gladioli and great scarlet poppies. the hill-sides that look a sheet of rose-colour where the lupinelli are in bloom. the tall plumes of the canes, new-born, by the side of every stream and rivulet. the sheaves of arum leaves that thrust themselves out from every joint of masonry or spout of broken fountain. the flame of roses that burns on every handbreadth of untilled ground and springs like a rainbow above the cloud of every darkling roof or wall. the ocean spray of arbutus and acacia shedding its snow against the cypress darkness. the sea-green of the young ilex leaves scattered like light over the bronze and purple of the older growth. the dreamy blue of the iris lilies rising underneath the olives and along the edges of the fields. * * * all greatest gifts that have enriched the modern world have come from italy. take those gifts from the world, and it would lie in darkness, a dumb, barbaric, joyless thing. leave rome alone, or question as you will whether she were the mightiest mother, or the blackest curse that ever came on earth. i do not speak of rome, imperial or republican, i speak of italy. of italy, after the greatness of rome dropped as the labarum was raised on high, and the fisher of galilee came to fill the desolate place of the cæsars. of italy, when she was no more a vast dominion, ruling over half the races of the globe, from the persian to the pict, but a narrow slip bounded by adriatic and mediterranean, divided into hostile sections, racked by foreign foes, and torn by internecine feud. of italy, ravaged by the longobardo, plundered by the french, scourged by the popes, tortured by the kaisers; of italy, with her cities at war with each other, her dukedoms against her free towns, her tyrants in conflict with her municipalities; of italy, in a word, as she has been from the days of theodoric and theodolinda to the days of napoleon and francis joseph. it is this italy--our italy--which through all the centuries of bloodshed and of suffering never ceased to bear aloft and unharmed its divining-rod of inspiration as s. christopher bore the young christ above the swell of the torrent and the rage of the tempest. all over italy from north to south men arose in the darkness of those ages who became the guides and the torchbearers of a humanity that had gone astray in the carnage and gloom. the faith of columbus of genoa gave to mankind a new world. the insight of galileo of pisa revealed to it the truth of its laws of being. guido monacco of arezzo bestowed on it the most spiritual of all earthly joys by finding a visible record for the fugitive creations of harmony ere then impalpable and evanescent as the passing glories of the clouds. dante alighieri taught to it the might of that vulgar tongue in which the child babbles at its mother's knee, and the orator leads a breathless multitude at his will to death or triumph. teofilo of empoli discovered for it the mysteries of colour that lie in the mere earths of the rocks and the shores, and the mere oils of the roots and the poppies. arnoldo of breccia lit for it the first flame of free opinion, and amatus of breccia perfected for it the most delicate and exquisite of all instruments of sound, which men of cremona, or of bologna, had first created. maestro giorgio, and scores of earnest workers whose names are lost in pesaro and in gubbio, bestowed on it those homelier treasures of the graver's and the potter's labours which have carried the alphabet of art into the lowliest home. brunelleschi of florence left it in legacy the secret of lifting a mound of marble to the upper air as easily as a child can blow a bubble; and giordano bruno of nola found for it those elements of philosophic thought, which have been perfected into the clear and prismatic crystals of the metaphysics of the teuton and the scot. from south and north, from east and west, they rose, the ministers and teachers of mankind. from mountain and from valley, from fortress smoking under battle, and from hamlet laughing under vines; from her great wasted cities, from her small fierce walled towns, from her lone sea-shores ravaged by the galleys of the turks, from her villages on hill and plain that struggled into life through the invaders' fires, and pushed their vineshoots over the tombs of kings, everywhere all over her peaceful soil, such men arose. not men alone who were great in a known art, thought or science, of these the name was legion; but men in whose brains, art, thought, or science took new forms, was born into new life, spoke with new voice, and sprang full armed a new athene. leave rome aside, i say, and think of italy; measure her gifts, which with the lavish waste of genius she has flung broadcast in grand and heedless sacrifice, and tell me if the face of earth would not be dark and drear as any scythian desert without these? she was the rose of the world, aye--so they bruised and trampled her, and yet the breath of heaven was ever in her. she was the world's nightingale, aye--so they burned her eyes out and sheared her wings, and yet she sang. but she was yet more than these: she was the light of the world: a light set on a hill, a light unquenchable. a light which through the darkness of the darkest night has been a pharos to the drowning faiths and dying hopes of man. * * * "it must have been such a good life--a painter's--in those days; those early days of art. fancy the gladness of it then--modern painters can know nothing of it. "when all the delicate delights of distance were only half perceived; when the treatment of light and shadow was barely dreamed of; when aerial perspective was just breaking on the mind in all its wonder and power; when it was still regarded as a marvellous boldness to draw from the natural form in a natural fashion;--in those early days only fancy the delights of a painter! "something fresh to be won at each step; something new to be penetrated at each moment; something beautiful and rash to be ventured on with each touch of colour,--the painter in those days had all the breathless pleasure of an explorer; without leaving his birthplace he knew the joys of columbus. "and then the reverence that waited on him. "he was a man who glorified god amongst a people that believed in god. "what he did was a reality to himself and those around him. spinello fainted before the satanas he portrayed, and angelico deemed it blasphemy to alter a feature of the angels who visited him that they might live visibly for men in his colours in the cloister. "of all men the artist was nearest to heaven, therefore of all men was he held most blessed. "when francis valois stooped for the brush he only represented the spirit of the age he lived in. it is what all wise kings do. it is their only form of genius. "now-a-days what can men do in the arts! nothing. "all has been painted--all sung--all said. "all is twice told--in verse, in stone, in colour. there is no untraversed ocean to tempt the columbus of any art. "it is dreary--very dreary--that. all had been said and done so much better than we can ever say or do it again. one envies those men who gathered all the paradise flowers half opened, and could watch them bloom. "art can only live by faith: and what faith have we? "instead of art we have indeed science; but science is very sad, for she doubts all things and would prove all things, and doubt is endless, and proof is a quagmire that looks like solid earth, and is but shifting waters." his voice was sad as it fell on the stillness of arezzo--arezzo who had seen the dead gods come and go, and the old faiths rise and fall, there where the mule trod its patient way and the cicala sang its summer song above the place where the temple of the bona dea and the church of christ had alike passed away, so that no man could tell their place. it was all quiet around. "i would rather have been spinello than petrarca," he pursued, after a while. "yes; though the sonnets will live as long as men love: and the old man's work has almost every line of it crumbled away. "but one can fancy nothing better than a life such as spinello led for nigh a century up on the hill here, painting, because he loved it, till death took him. of all lives, perhaps, that this world has ever seen, the lives of painters, i say, in those days were the most perfect. "not only the magnificent pageants of leonardo's, of raffaelle's, of giorgone's: but the lowlier lives--the lives of men such as santi, and ridolfi, and benozzo, and francia, and timoteo, and many lesser men than they, painters in fresco and grisaille, painters of miniatures, painters of majolica and montelupo, painters who were never great, but who attained infinite peacefulness and beauty in their native towns and cities all over the face of italy. "in quiet places, such as arezzo and volterra, and modena and urbino, and cortona and perugia, there would grow up a gentle lad who from infancy most loved to stand and gaze at the missal paintings in his mother's house, and the coena in the monk's refectory, and when he had fulfilled some twelve or fifteen years, his people would give in to his wish and send him to some bottega to learn the management of colours. "then he would grow to be a man; and his town would be proud of him, and find him the choicest of all work in its churches and its convents, so that all his days were filled without his ever wandering out of reach of his native vesper bells. "he would make his dwelling in the heart of his birthplace, close under its cathedral, with the tender sadness of the olive hills stretching above and around; in the basiliche or the monasteries his labour would daily lie; he would have a docile band of hopeful boyish pupils with innocent eyes of wonder for all he did or said; he would paint his wife's face for the madonna's, and his little son's for the child angel's; he would go out into the fields and gather the olive bough, and the feathery corn, and the golden fruits, and paint them tenderly on ground of gold or blue, in symbol of those heavenly things of which the bells were for ever telling all those who chose to hear; he would sit in the lustrous nights in the shade of his own vines and pity those who were not as he was; now and then horsemen would come spurring in across the hills and bring news with them of battles fought, of cities lost and won; and he would listen with the rest in the market-place, and go home through the moonlight thinking that it was well to create the holy things before which the fiercest reiter and the rudest free-lance would drop the point of the sword and make the sign of the cross. "it must have been a good life--good to its close in the cathedral crypt--and so common too; there were scores such lived out in these little towns of italy, half monastery and half fortress, that were scattered over hill and plain, by sea and river, on marsh and mountain, from the day-dawn of cimabue to the afterglow of the carracci. "and their work lives after them; the little towns are all grey and still and half peopled now; the iris grows on the ramparts, the canes wave in the moats, the shadows sleep in the silent market-place, the great convents shelter half-a-dozen monks, the dim majestic churches are damp and desolate, and have the scent of the sepulchre. "but there, above the altars, the wife lives in the madonna and the child smiles in the angel, and the olive and the wheat are fadeless on their ground of gold and blue; and by the tomb in the crypt the sacristan will shade his lantern and murmur with a sacred tenderness:-- "'here he sleeps.' "'he,' even now, so long, long after, to the people of his birthplace. who can want more of life--or death?" so he talked on in that dreamy, wistful manner that was as natural with him in some moments as his buoyant and ironical gaiety at others. then he rose as the shadows grew longer and pulled down a knot of pomegranate blossom for me, and we went together under the old walls, across the maize fields, down the slope of the hills to the olive orchard, where a peasant, digging deep his trenches against the autumn rains, had struck his mattock on the sepulchre of the etruscan king. there was only a little heap of fine dust when we reach the spot. * * * "there was so much more colour in those days," he had said, rolling a big green papone before him with his foot. "if, indeed, it were laid on sometimes too roughly. and then there was so much more play for character. now-a-days, if a man dare go out of the common ways to seek a manner of life suited to him, and unlike others, he is voted a vagabond, or, at least, a lunatic, supposing he is rich enough to get the sentence so softened. in those days the impossible was possible--a paradox? oh, of course. the perfection of those days was, that they were full of paradoxes. no democracy will ever compass the immensity of hope, the vastness of possibility, with which the church of those ages filled the lives of the poorest poor. not hope spiritual only, but hope terrestrial, hope material and substantial. a swineherd, glad to gnaw the husks that his pigs left, might become the viceregent of christ, and spurn emperors prostrate before his throne. the most famished student who girt his lean loins to pass the gates of pavia or ravenna, knew that if he bowed his head for the tonsure he might live to lift it in a pontiff's arrogance in the mighty reality and the yet mightier metaphor of a canosa. the abuses of the mediæval church have been gibbeted in every language; but i doubt if the wonderful absolute _equality_ which that church actually contained and caused has ever been sufficiently remembered. then only think how great it was to _be_ great in those years, when men were fresh enough of heart to feel emotion and not ashamed to show it. think of petrarca's entry into rome; think of the superb life of raffael; think of the crowds that hung on the lips of the improvisatori: think of the influence of s. bruno, of s. bernard, of s. francis; think of the enormous power on his generation of fra girolamo! and if one were not great at all, but only a sort of brute with stronger sinews than most men, what a fearless and happy brute one might be, riding with hawkwood's lances, or fighting with the black bands! whilst, if one were a peaceable, gentle soul, with a turn for art and grace, what a calm, tender life one might lead in little, old, quiet cities, painting praying saints on their tiptoes, or moulding marriage-plates in majolica! it must have been such a great thing to live when the world was still all open-eyed with wonder at itself, like a child on its sixth birthday. now-a-days, science makes a great discovery; the tired world yawns, feels its pockets, and only asks, "will it pay?" galileo ran the risk of the stake, and giordano bruno suffered at it; but i think that chance of the faggots must have been better to bear than the languid apathy and the absorbed avarice of the present age, which is chiefly tolerant because it has no interest except in new invented ways for getting money and for spending it." _in maremma._ he remembered two years before, when he had passed through italy on his way eastward, pausing in ferrara, and brescia, and mantua, and staying longer in the latter city on account of a trial then in course of hearing in the court of justice, which had interested him by its passionate and romantic history; it had been the trial of the young count d'este, accused of the assassination of his mistress. sanctis had gone with the rest of the town to the hearing of the long and tedious examination of the witnesses and of accused. it had been a warm day in early autumn, three months after the night of the murder; mantua had looked beautiful in her golden mantle of sunshine and silver veil of mist; there was a white, light fog on the water meadows and the lakes, and under it the willows waved and the tall reeds rustled; whilst the dark towers, the forked battlements, the vast lombard walls, seemed to float on it like sombre vessels on a foamy sea. he remembered the country people flocking in over the bridge, the bells ringing, the red sails drifting by, the townsfolk gathering together in the covered arcades and talking with angry rancour against the dead woman's lord. he remembered sitting in the hush and gloom of the judgment-hall and furtively sketching the head of the prisoner because of its extreme and typical beauty. he remembered how at the time he had thought this accused lover guiltless, and wondered that the tribunal did not sooner suspect the miserly, malicious, and subtle meaning of the husband's face. he remembered listening to the tragic tale that seemed so well to suit those sombre, feudal streets, those melancholy waters, seeing the three-edged dagger passed from hand to hand, hearing how the woman had been found dead in her beauty on her old golden and crimson bed with the lilies on her breast, and looking at the attitude of the prisoner--in which the judges saw remorse and guilt, and he could only see the unutterable horror of a bereaved lover to whom the world was stripped and naked. he had stayed but two days in mantua, but those two days had left an impression on him like that left by the reading at the fall of night of some ghastly poem of the middle ages. he had thought that they had condemned an innocent man, as the judge gave his sentence of the galleys for life: and the scene had often come back to his thoughts. the vaulted audience chamber; the strong light pouring in through high grated windows; the pillars of many-coloured marbles, the frescoed roof; the country people massed together in the public place, with faces that were like paintings of mantegna or masaccio; the slender supple form of the accused drooping like a bruised lily between the upright figures of two carabineers; the judge leaning down over his high desk in black robes and black square cap, like some venetian lawgiver of veronese or of titian; and beyond, through an open casement, the silvery, watery, sun-swept landscape that was still the same as when romeo came, banished, to mantua. all these had remained impressed upon his mind by the tragedy which there came to its close as a lover, passionate as romeo and yet more unfortunate, was condemned to the galleys for his life. "they have ill judged a guiltless man," he had said to himself as he had left the court with a sense of pain before injustice done, and went with heart saddened by a stranger's fate into the misty air, along the shining water where the mills of the twelve apostles were churning the great dam into froth, as they had done through seven centuries, since first, with reverent care, the builder had set the sacred statues there that they might bless the grinding of the corn. sitting now in the silence of the tomb, sanctis recalled that day, when, towards the setting of the sun, he had strolled there by the water-wheels of the twelve disciples, and allowed the fate of an unknown man, declared a criminal by impartial judges, to cloud over for him the radiance of evening on the willowy serraglio and chase away his peaceful thoughts of virgil. he remembered how the country people had come out by the bridge and glided away in their boats, and talked of the murder of donna aloysia; and how they had, one and all of them, said, going back over the lake water or along the reed-fringed roads, to their farmhouses, that there could be no manner of doubt about it--the lover had been moon-struck and mad with jealousy, and his dagger had found its way to her breast. they had not blamed him much, but they had never doubted his guilt; and the foreigner alone, standing by the mill gateway, and seeing the golden sun go down beyond the furthermost fields of reeds that grew blood-red as the waters grew, had thought to himself and said half aloud: "poor romeo! he is guiltless, even though the dagger were his"---- and a prior, black-robed, with broad looped-up black hat, who was also watching the sunset, breviary in hand, had smiled and said, "nay, romeo, banished to us, had no blood on his hand; but this romeo, native of our city, has. mantua will be not ill rid of luitbrand d'este." then he again, in obstinacy and against all the priest's better knowledge as a mantuan, had insisted and said, "the man is innocent." and the sun had gone down as he had spoken, and the priest had smiled--a smile cold as a dagger's blade--perhaps recalling sins confessed to him of love that had changed to hate, of fierce delight ending in as fierce a death-blow. mantua in her day had seen so much alike of love and hate. "the man is innocent," he had said insisting, whilst the carmine light had glowed on the lagoons and bridges, and on the lombard walls, and gothic gables, and high bell-towers, and ducal palaces, and feudal fortresses of the city in whose street crichton fell to the hired steel of bravoes. * * * she had the heaven-born faculty of observation of the poets, and she had that instinct of delight in natural beauty which made linnæus fall on his knees before the english gorse and thank god for having made so beautiful a thing. her sympathies and her imaginings spent themselves in solitary song as she made the old strings of the lute throb in low cadence when she sat solitary by her hearth on the rock floor of the grave; and out of doors her eyes filled and her lips laughed when she wandered through the leafy land and found the warbler's nest hung upon the reeds, or the first branching asphodel in flower. she could not have told why these made her happy, why she could watch for half a day untired the little wren building where the gladwyn blossomed on the water's edge. it was only human life that hurt her, embittered her, and filled her with hatred of it. as she walked one golden noon by the sasso scritto, clothed with its myrtle and thyme and its quaint cacti that later would bear their purple heads of fruit; the shining sea beside her, and above her the bold arbutus-covered heights, with the little bells of the sheep sounding on their sides, she saw a large fish, radiant as a gem, with eyes like rubies. some men had it; a hook was in its golden gills, and they had tied its tail to the hook so that it could not stir, and they had put it in a pail of water that it might not die too quickly, die ere they could sell it. a little further on she saw a large green and gold snake, one of the most harmless of all earth's creatures, that only asked to creep into the sunshine, to sleep in its hole in the rock, to live out its short, innocent life under the honey smile of the rosemary; the same men stoned it to death, heaping the pebbles and broken sandstone on it, and it perished slowly in long agony, being large and tenacious of life. yet a little further on, again, she saw a big square trap of netting, with a blinded chaffinch as decoy. the trap was full of birds, some fifty or sixty of them, all kinds of birds, from the plain brown minstrel, beloved of the poets, to the merry and amber-winged oriole, from the dark grey or russet-bodied fly-catcher and whinchat to the glossy and handsome jay, cheated and caught as he was going back to the north; they had been trapped, and would be strung on a string and sold for a copper coin the dozen; and of many of them the wings or the legs were broken and the eyes were already dim. the men who had taken them were seated on the thymy turf grinning like apes, with pipes in their mouths, and a flask of wine between their knees. she passed on, helpless. she thought of words that joconda had once quoted to her, words which said that men were made in god's likeness! * * * while it is winter the porphyrion sails down the willowy streams beside the sultan-hen that is to be his love, and sees her not, and stays not her passage upon the water or through the air; she does not live as yet to him. but when the breath of the spring brings the catkins from the willows, and the violets amidst the wood-moss on the banks, then he awakes and beholds her; and then the stream reflects but her shape for him, and the rushes are full of the melody of his love-call. it was still winter with este--a bitter winter of discontent; and he had no eyes for this water-bird that swam with him through the icy current of his adversity. to break the frozen flood that imprisoned him was his only thought. * * * air is the king of physicians; he who stands often with nothing between him and the open heavens will gain from them health both moral and physical. * * * "yes; you have a right to know. after all, it was ruin to me, but it is not much of a story; a tale-teller with his guitar on a vintage night would soon make a better one. i loved a woman. she lived in mantua. so did i, too. for her sake i lost three whole years--three years of the best of my life. and yet, what is gain except love, and what better than joy can we have? a pomegranate is ripe but once. and i--my pomegranate is rotten for evermore! we lived in mantua. it is a strange sad place. it was great and gay enough once. grander pomp than mantua's there was never known in italy. felix mantua!--and now it is all decaying, mouldering, sinking, fading; it is silent as death; the mists, the waters, the empty palaces, the walls that the marshes are eating little by little every day, the grass and the moss and the wild birds' nests on the roofs, on the temples, on the bridges, all are desolate in mantua now. yet is it beautiful in its loneliness, when the sunrise comes over the seas of reeds, and the towers and the arches are reflected in the pools and streams; and yet again at night, when the moon is high and the lagoons are as sheets of silver, and the shadows come and go over the bulrushes and st. andrea lifts itself against the stars. yes; then it is still mantova la gloriosa." his voice dropped; the tears came into his closing eyes as though he looked on the dead face of a familiar friend. he felt the home sickness of the exile, of the wanderer who knows not where to lay his head. the glory was gone from the city. its greatness was but as a ghost that glided through its deserted streets calling in vain on dead men to arise. the rough red sail of the fishing-boat was alone on the waters once crowded with the silken sails of gilded galleys; the toad croaked and the stork made her nest where the lords of gonzaga had gone forth to meet their brides of este or of medici; virgil, alboin, great karl, otho, petrarca, ariosto, had passed by here over this world of waters and become no more than dreams; and the vapours and the dust together had stolen the smile from giulio's psyche, and the light from mantegna's arabesques. on the vast walls the grass grew, and in the palaces of princes the winds wandered and the beggars slept. all was still, disarmed, lonely, forgotten; left to a silence like the silence of the endless night of death. yet it was dear to him; this sad and stately city, waiting for the slow death of an unpitied and lingering decay. it was dear to him from habit, from birth, from memory, from affinity, as the reeds of its stagnant waters were dear to the sedge-warbler that hung its slender nest on the stem of a rush. a price was set on his head; and never more, he thought, would he see the sunshine in ripples of gold come over the grey lagoons. * * * no one cared; the terrible, barren, acrid truth, that science trumpets abroad as though it were some new-found joy, touched her ignorance with its desolating despair. no one cared. life was only sustained by death. the harmless and lovely children of the air and of the moor were given over, year after year, century after century, to the bestial play and the ferocious appetites of men. the wondrous beauty of the earth renewed itself only to be the scene of endless suffering, of interminable torture. the human tyrant, without pity, greedy as a child, more brutal than the tiger in his cruelty, had all his way upon the innocent races to which he begrudged a tuft of reeds, a palm's breadth of moss or sand. the slaughter, the misery, the injustice, renewed themselves as the greenness of the world did. no one cared. there was no voice upon the blood-stained waters. there was no rebuke from the offended heavens. to all prayer or pain there was eternal silence as the sole reply. * * * the uneducated are perhaps unjustly judged sometimes. to the ignorant both right and wrong are only instincts; when one remembers their piteous and innocent confusion of ideas, the twilight of dim comprehension in which they dwell, one feels that oftentimes the laws of cultured men are too hard on them, and that, in a better sense than that of injustice and reproach, there ought indeed to be two laws for rich and poor. * * * it needs a great nature to bear the weight of a great gratitude. to a great nature it gives wings that bear it up to heaven; a lower nature feels it always as a clog that impatiently is dragged only so long as force compels. * * * when the thoughts of youth return, fresh as the scent of new-gathered blossoms, to the tired old age which has so long forgot them, the coming of death is seldom very distant. * * * the boat went through the waters swiftly, as the wind blew more strongly; the sandy shore with its scrub of low-growing rock-rose and prickly christ's thorn did not change its landscape, but what she looked at always was the sea; the sea that in the light had the smiling azure of a young child's eyes, and when the clouds cast shadows on it, had the intense impenetrable brilliancy of a jewel. in the distance were puffs of white and grey, like smoke or mist; those mists were corsica and caprajà. elba towered close at hand. gorgona lay far beyond, with all the other little isles that seem made to shelter miranda and ariel, but of gorgona she knew nothing; she was steering straight towards it, but it was many a league distant on the northerly water. when she at last stopped her boat in its course she was at the sasso scritto: a favourite resting-place with her, where, on feast-days, when joconda let her have liberty from housework and rush-plaiting and spinning of flax, she always came. northward, there was a long smooth level beach of sand, and beyond that a lagoon where all the waterbirds that love both the sea and the marsh came in large flocks, and spread their wings over the broad spaces in which the salt water and the fresh were mingled. beyond this there were cliffs of the humid red tufa, and the myrtle and the holy thorn grew down their sides, and met in summer the fragrant hesperis of the shore. these cliffs were fine bold bluffs, and one of them had been called from time immemorial the sasso scritto,--why, no one knew; the only writing on it was done by the hand of nature. it was steep and lofty; on its summit were the ruins of an old fortress of the middle ages; its sides were clothed with myrtle, aloe, and rosemary, and at its feet were boulders of marble, rose and white in the sun; rock pools, with exquisite network of sunbeams crossing their rippling surface, and filled with green ribbon-grasses and red sea-foliage, and shining gleams of broken porphyry, and pieces of agate and cornelian. the yellow sands hereabouts were bright just now with the sea-daffodil, and the sea-stocks, which would blossom later, were pricking upward to the lenten light; great clusters of southern-wood waved in the wind, and the pungent sea-rush grew in long lines along the shore, where the sand-piper was dropping her eggs, and the blue-rock was carrying dry twigs and grass to his home in the ruins above or the caverns beneath, and the stock-doves in large companies were winging their way over sea towards the maritime or the pennine alps. this was a place that musa loved, and she would come here and sit for hours, and watch the roseate cloud of the returning flamingoes winging their way from sardinia, and the martins busy at their masonry in the cliffs, and the arctic longipennes going away northward as the weather opened, and the stream-swallows hunting early gnats and frogs on the water, and the kingfisher digging his tortuous underground home in the sand. here she would lie for hours amongst the rosemary, and make silent friendships with the populations of the air, while the sweet blue sky was above her head, and the sea, as blue, stretched away till it was lost in light. once up above, on these cliffs, the eye could sweep over the sea north and south, and the soil was more than ever scented with that fragrant and humble blue-flowered shrub of which the english madrigals and glees of the stuart and hanoverian poets so often speak, and seem to smell. behind the cliffs stretched moorland, marshes, woodland, intermingled, crossed by many streams, holding many pools, blue-fringed in may with iris, and osier beds, and vast fields of reeds, and breadths of forest with dense thorny underwood, where all wild birds came in their season, and where all was quiet save for a bittern's cry, a boar's snort, a snipe's scream, on the lands once crowded with the multitudes that gave the eagle of persia and the brazen trumpets of lydia to the legions of rome. under their thickets of the prickly sloe-tree and the sweet-smelling bay lay the winding ways of buried cities; their runlets of water rippled where kings and warriors slept beneath the soil, and the yellow marsh lily, and the purple and the rose of the wind-flower and the pasque-flower, and the bright red of the easter tulips, and the white and the gold of the asphodels, and the colours of a thousand other rarer and less homelike blossoms, spread their innocent glory in their turn to the sky and the breeze, above the sunken stones of courts and gates and palaces and prisons. these moors were almost as solitary as the deserts are. now and then against the blue of the sky and the brown of the wood, there rose the shapes of shepherds and their flocks; now and then herds of young horses went by, fleet and unconscious of their doom; now and then the sound of a rifle cracked the silence of the windless air; but these came but seldom. maremma is wide, and its people are scattered. in autumn and in winter, hunters, shepherds, swineherds, sportsmen, birdcatchers, might spoil the solemn peace of these moors, but in spring and summer no human soul was seen upon them. the boar and the buffalo, the flamingo and the roebuck, the great plover and the woodcock, reigned alone. * * * "they say he sang too well, and that was why they burnt him," said andreino to her to-day, after telling her for the hundredth time of what he had seen once on the ligurian shore, far away yonder northward, when he, who knew nothing of adonais or prometheus, had been called, a stout seafaring man in that time, amongst other peasants of the country-side, to help bring in the wood for a funeral pyre by the sea. he had known nought of the songs or the singer, but he loved to tell the tale he had heard then; and say how he had seen, he himself, with his own eyes, the drowned poet burn, far away yonder where the pines stood by the sea, and how the flames had curled around the heart that men had done their best to break, and how it had remained unburnt in the midst, whilst all the rest drifted in ashes down the wind. he knew nought of the skylark's ode, and nought of the cor cordium; but the scene by the seashore had burned itself as though with flame into his mind, and he spoke of it a thousand times if once, sitting by the edge of the sea that had killed the singer. "will they burn me if i sing too well?" the child asked him this day, the words of joconda being with her. "oh, that is sure," said andreino, half in jest and half in earnest. "they burnt him because he sang better than all of them. so they said. i do not know. i know the resin ran out of the pinewood all golden and hissing and his heart would not burn, all we could do. you are a female thing, musa; your heart will be the first to burn, the first of all!" "will it?" said musa seriously, but not any way alarmed, for the thought of that flaming pile by the seashore by night was a familiar image to her. "ay, for sure; you will be a woman!" said andreino, hammering into his boat. * * * "though there is not a soul here, still sometimes they come--lucchese, pistoiese, what not--they come as they go; they are a faithless lot; they love all winter, and while the corn is in the ear it goes well, but after harvest--phew!--they put their gains in their pockets and they are off and away back to their mountains. there are broken hearts in maremma when the threshing is done." "yes," said musa again. it was nothing to her, and she heeded but little. "yes, because men speak too lightly and women hearken too quickly; that is how the mischief is born. with the autumn the mountaineers come. they are strong and bold; they are ruddy and brown; they work all day, but in the long nights they dance and they sing; then the girl listens. she thinks it is all true, though it has all been said before in his own hills to other ears. the winter nights are long, and the devil is always near; when the corn goes down and the heat is come there is another sad soul the more, another burden to carry, and he--he goes back to the mountains. what does he care? only when he comes down into the plains again he goes to another place to work, because men do not love women's tears. that is how it goes in maremma." * * * "so the saints will pluck her to themselves at last," thought joconda; and the dreariness, the lovelessness, the hopelessness of such an existence did not occur to her, because age, which has learned the solace and sweetness of peace, never remembers that to youth peace seems only stagnation, inanition, death. the exhausted swimmer, reaching the land, falls prone on it, and blesses it; but the outgoing swimmer, full of strength, spurns the land, and only loves the high-crested wave, the abyss of the deep sea. * * * imagination without culture is crippled and moves slowly; but it can be pure imagination, and rich also, as folk-lore will tell the vainest. * * * it is this narrowness of the peasant mind which philosophers never fairly understand, and demagogues understand but too well, and warp to their own selfish purposes and profits. * * * flying, the flamingoes are like a sunset cloud; walking, they are like slender spirals of flame traversing the curling foam. when one looks on them across black lines of storm-blown weeds on a november morning in the marshes, as their long throats twist in the air with the flexile motion of the snake, the grace of a lily blown by wind, one thinks of thebes, of babylon, of the gorgeous persia of xerxes, of the lascivious egypt of the ptolemies. the world has grown grey and joyless in the twilight of age and fatigue, but these birds keep the colour of its morning. eos has kissed them. * * * for want of a word lives often drift apart. * * * nausicaa, in the safe shelter of her father's halls, had never tended odysseus with more serenity and purity than the daughter of saturnino tended his fellow-slave. the sanctity of the tombs lay on them, the dead were so near; neither profanity nor passion seemed to have any place here in this mysterious twilight alive with the memories of a vanished people. her innocence was a grand and noble thing, like any one of the largest white lilies that rose up from the noxious mud of the marshes; a cup of ivory wet with the dewdrops of dawn, blossoming fair on fetid waters. and in him the languor of sickness and of despair borrowed unconsciously for awhile the liveries of chastity; and he spoke no word, he made no gesture, that would have scared from its original calm the soul of this lonely creature, who succoured him with so much courage and so much compassion that they awed him with the sense of an eternal, infinite, and overwhelming obligation. it needs a great nature to bear the weight of a great gratitude. to a great nature it gives wings that bear it up to heaven; a lower nature feels it always a clog that impatiently is dragged only so long as force compels. * * * her daily labours remained the same, but it seemed to her as if she had the strength of those immortals he told her she resembled. she felt as though she trod on air, as though she drank the sunbeams and they gave her force like wine; she had no sense of fatigue; she might have had wings at her ankles, and nectar in her veins. she was so happy, with that perfect happiness which only comes where the world cannot enter, and the free nature has lifted itself to the light, knowing nothing of, and caring nothing for, the bonds of custom and of prejudice with which men have paralysed and cramped themselves, calling the lower the higher law. * * * the world was so far from her; she knew not of it; she was a law to herself, and her whole duty seemed to her set forth in one single word, perhaps the noblest word in human language--fidelity. when life is cast in solitary places, filled with high passions, and led aloof from men, the laws which are needful to curb the multitudes, but yet are poor conventional foolish things at their best, sink back into their true signification, and lose their fictitious awe. * * * moreover, love is for ever measureless, and the deepest and most passionate love is that which survives the death of esteem. friendship needs to be rooted in respect, but love can live upon itself alone. love is born of a glance, a touch, a murmur, a caress; esteem cannot beget it, nor lack of esteem slay it. _questi che mai da me non fia diviso_, shall be for ever its consolation amidst hell. one life alone is beloved, is beautiful, is needful, is desired: one life alone out of all the millions of earth. though it fall, err, betray, be mocked of others and forsaken by itself, what does this matter? this cannot alter love. the more it is injured by itself, derided of men, abandoned of god, the more will love still see that it has need of love, and to the faithless will be faithful. * * * he stood mute and motionless awhile. then as the truth was borne in on him, tears gushed from his eyes like rain, and he laughed long, and laughed loud as madmen do. he never doubted her. he sprang up the stone steps, and leapt into the open air: into that light of day which he had been forbidden to see so long. to stand erect there, to look over the plains, to breathe, and move, and gaze, and stretch his arms out to the infinite spaces of the sea and sky--this alone was so intense a joy that he felt mad with it. never again to hide with the snake and the fox; never again to tremble as his shadow went beside him on the sand; never to waste the sunlit hours hidden in the bowels of the earth; never to be afraid of every leaf that stirred, of every bird that flew, of every moon-beam that fell across his path!--he laughed and sobbed with the ecstasy of his release. "o god, thou hast not forgotten!" he cried in that rapture of freedom. all the old childish faiths that had been taught him by dim old altars in stately mantuan churches came back to his memory and heart. on the barren rock of gorgona he had cursed and blasphemed the creator and creation of a world that was hell; he had been without hope: he had derided all the faiths of his youth as illusions woven by devils to make the disappointment of man the more bitter. but now in the sweetness of his liberty, all the old happy beliefs rushed back to him; he saw deity in the smile of the seas, in the light upon the plains. he was free! * * * the world has lost the secret of making labour a joy; but nature has given it to a few. where the maidens dance the _saltarello_ under the deep sardinian forests, and the honey and the grapes are gathered beneath the snowy sides of etna, and the oxen walk up to their loins in flowing grass where the long aisles of pines grow down the adrian shore, this wood-magic is known still of the old simple charm of the pastoral life. * * * "does it vex you that i am not a boy?" said the girl--"why should it vex you? i can do all they can, i can row better than many, and sail and steer; i can drive too, and i know what to do with the nets; if i had a boat of my own you would see what i could do." "all that is very well," said joconda with a little nod. "i do not say it is not. but you have not a boat of your own, that is just it; that is what women always suffer from; they have to steer, but the craft is some one else's, and the haul too." * * * wild bird of sea and cloud, you are a stormy petrel, but there may come a storm too many--and i am old. i have done my best, but that is little. if you were a lad one would not be so uneasy. i suppose the good god knows best--if one could be sure of that--i am a hard working woman, and i have done no great sin that i know of, but up in heaven they never take any thought of me. when i was young, i asked them at my marriage altar to help me, and when my boys were born, i did the same, but they never noticed; my man was drowned, and my beautiful boys got the fever and sickened one by one and died: that was all i got. priests say it is best; priests are not mothers. * * * "they were greater than the men that live now," she said with a solemn tenderness, "perhaps; why think so?" "because they were not afraid of their dead; they built them beautiful houses, and gave them beautiful things. now, men are afraid or ashamed, or they have no remembrance. their dead are huddled away in dust or mud as though they were hateful or sinful. that is what i think so cowardly, so thankless. if they will not bear the sight of death, it were better to let great ships go slowly out, far out to sea, and give the waves their lost ones." _moths._ when gardeners plant and graft, they know very well what will be the issue of their work; they do not expect the rose from a bulb of garlic, or look for the fragrant olive from a slip of briar; but the culturers of human nature are less wise, and they sow poison, yet rave in reproaches when it breeds and brings forth its like. "the rosebud garden of girls" is a favourite theme for poets, and the maiden in her likeness to a half-opened blossom, is as near purity and sweetness as a human creature can be, yet what does the world do with its opening buds?--it thrusts them in the forcing-house amidst the ordure, and then, if they perish prematurely, never blames itself. the streets absorb the girls of the poor; society absorbs the daughters of the rich; and not seldom one form of prostitution, like the other, keeps its captives "bound in the dungeon of their own corruption." * * * the frivolous are always frightened at any strength or depth of nature, or any glimpse of sheer despair. not to be consoled! what can seem more strange to the shallow? what can seem more obstinate to the weak? not to be consoled is to offend all swiftly forgetting humanity, most of whose memories are writ on water. * * * it is harder to keep true to high laws and pure instincts in modern society than it was in days of martyrdom. there is nothing in the whole range of life so dispiriting and so unnerving as a monotony of indifference. active persecution and fierce chastisement are tonics to the nerves; but the mere weary conviction that no one cares, that no one notices, that there is no humanity that honours, and no deity that pities, is more destructive of all higher effort than any conflict with tyranny or with barbarism. * * * yet as he thought, so he did not realise that he would ever cease to be in the world--who does? life was still young in him, was prodigal to him of good gifts; of enmity he only knew so much as made his triumph finer, and of love he had more than enough. his life was full--at times laborious--but always poetical and always victorious. he could not realise that the day of darkness would ever come for him, when neither woman nor man would delight him, when no roses would have fragrance for him, and no song any spell to rouse him. genius gives immortality in another way than in the vulgar one of being praised by others after death; it gives elasticity, unwearied sympathy, and that sense of some essence stronger than death, of some spirit higher than the tomb, which nothing can destroy. it is in this sense that genius walks with the immortals. * * * a cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run. * * * you may weep your eyes blind, you may shout your throat dry, you may deafen the ears of your world for half a lifetime, and you may never get a truth believed in, never have a simple fact accredited. but the lie flies like the swallow, multiplies itself like the caterpillar, is accepted everywhere, like the visits of a king; it is a royal guest for whom the gates fly open, the red carpet is unrolled, the trumpets sound, the crowds applaud. * * * she lived, like all women of her stamp and her epoch, in an atmosphere of sugared sophisms; she never reflected, she never admitted, that she did wrong; in her world nothing mattered much, unless, indeed, it were found out, and got into the public mouth. shifting as the sands, shallow as the rain-pools, drifting in all danger to a lie, incapable of loyalty, insatiably curious, still as a friend and ill as a foe, kissing like judas, denying like peter, impure of thought, even where by physical bias or political prudence still pure in act, the woman of modern society is too often at once the feeblest and the foulest outcome of a false civilisation. useless as a butterfly, corrupt as a canker, untrue to even lovers and friends because mentally incapable of comprehending what truth means, caring only for physical comfort and mental inclination, tired of living, but afraid of dying; believing some in priests, and some in physiologists, but none at all in virtue; sent to sleep by chloral, kept awake by strong waters and raw meat; bored at twenty, and exhausted at thirty, yet dying in the harness of pleasure rather than drop out of the race and live naturally; pricking their sated senses with the spur of lust, and fancying it love; taking their passions as they take absinthe before dinner; false in everything, from the swell of their breast to the curls at their throat;--beside them the guilty and tragic figures of old, the medea, the clytemnæstra, the phædra, look almost pure, seem almost noble. when one thinks that they are the only shape of womanhood which comes hourly before so many men, one comprehends why the old christianity which made womanhood sacred dies out day by day, and why the new positivism, which would make her divine, can find no lasting root. the faith of men can only live by the purity of women, and there is both impurity and feebleness at the core of the dolls of worth, as the canker of the phylloxera works at the root of the vine. * * * "what an actress was lost in your mother!" he added with his rough laugh; but he confused the talent of the comedian of society with that of the comedian of the stage, and they are very dissimilar. the latter almost always forgets herself in her part; the former never. * * * the scorn of genius is the most arrogant and the most boundless of all scorn. * * * "the fame of the singer can never be but a breath, a sound through a reed. when our lips are once shut, there is on us for ever eternal silence. who can remember a summer breeze when it has passed by, or tell in any after-time how a laugh or a sigh sounded?" * * * "when the soldier dies at his post, unhonoured and unpitied, and out of sheer duty, is that unreal because it is noble?" he said one night to his companions. "when the sister of charity hides her youth and her sex under a grey shroud, and gives up her whole life to woe and solitude, to sickness and pain, is that unreal because it is wonderful? a man paints a spluttering candle, a greasy cloth, a mouldy cheese, a pewter can; 'how real!' they cry. if he paint the spirituality of dawn, the light of the summer sea, the flame of arctic nights, of tropic woods, they are called unreal, though they exist no less than the candle and the cloth, the cheese and the can. ruy blas is now condemned as unreal because the lovers kill themselves; the realists forget that there are lovers still to whom that death would be possible, would be preferable, to low intrigue and yet more lowering falsehood. they can only see the mouldy cheese, they cannot see the sunrise glory. all that is heroic, all that is sublime, impersonal, or glorious, is derided as unreal. it is a dreary creed. it will make a dreary world. is not my venetian glass with its iridescent hues of opal as real every whit as your pot of pewter? yet the time is coming when every one, morally and mentally at least, will be allowed no other than a pewter pot to drink out of, under pain of being 'writ down an ass'--or worse. it is a dreary prospect." * * * "good? bad? if there were only good and bad in this world it would not matter so much," said corrèze a little recklessly and at random. "life would not be such a disheartening affair as it is. unfortunately the majority of people are neither one nor the other, and have little inclination for either crime or virtue. it would be almost as absurd to condemn them as to admire them. they are like tracts of shifting sand, in which nothing good or bad can take root. to me they are more despairing to contemplate than the darkest depth of evil; out of that may come such hope as comes of redemption and remorse, but in the vast, frivolous, featureless mass of society there is no hope." * * * "no!" he said with some warmth: "i refuse to recognise the divinity of noise; i utterly deny the majesty of monster choruses; clamour and clangour are the death-knell of music as drapery and so-called realism (which means, if it mean aught, that the dress is more real than the form underneath it!) are the destruction of sculpture. it is very strange. every day art in every other way becomes more natural and music more artificial. every day i wake up expecting to hear myself _dénigré_ and denounced as old-fashioned, because i sing as my nature as well as my training teaches me to do. it is very odd; there is such a cry for naturalism in other arts--we have millet instead of claude; we have zola instead of georges sand; we have dumas _fils_ instead of corneille; we have mercié instead of canova; but in music we have precisely the reverse, and we have the elephantine creations, the elaborate and pompous combinations of baireuth, and the tone school, instead of the old sweet strains of melody that went straight and clear to the ear and the heart of man. sometimes my enemies write in their journals that i sing as if i were a tuscan peasant strolling through his corn--how proud they make me! but they do not mean to do so. i will not twist and emphasise. i trust to melody. i was taught music in its own country, and i will not sin against the canons of the italians. they are right. rhetoric is one thing, and song is another. why confuse the two? simplicity is the soul of great music; as it is the mark of great passion. ornament is out of place in melody which represents single emotions at their height, be they joy, or fear, or hate, or love, or shame, or vengeance, or whatsoever they will. music is not a science any more than poetry is. it is a sublime instinct, like genius of all kinds. i sing as naturally as other men speak; let me remain natural"---- * * * childhood goes with us like an echo always, a refrain to the ballad of our life. one always wants one's cradle-air. * * * "the poor you have always with you," she said to a bevy of great ladies once. "christ said so. you profess to follow christ. how have you the poor with you? the back of their garret, the roof of their hovel, touches the wall of your palace, and the wall is thick. you have dissipations, spectacles, diversions that you call charities; you have a tombola for a famine, you have a dramatic performance for a flood, you have a concert for a fire, you have a fancy fair for a leprosy. do you never think how horrible it is, that mockery of woe? do you ever wonder at revolutions? why do you not say honestly that you care nothing? you do care nothing. the poor might forgive the avowal of indifference; they will never forgive the insult of affected pity." * * * "why do you go to such a place?" he asked her as she stood on the staircase. "there are poor there, and great misery," she answered him reluctantly; she did not care to speak of these things at any time. "and what good will you do? you will be cheated and robbed, and even if you are not, you should know that political science has found that private charity is the hotbed of all idleness." "when political science has advanced enough to prevent poverty, it may have the right to prevent charity too," she answered him, with a contempt that showed thought on the theme was not new to her. "perhaps charity--i dislike the word--may do no good; but friendship from the rich to the poor must do good; it must lessen class hatreds." "are you a socialist?" said zouroff with a little laugh, and drew back and let her pass onward. * * * "my dear! i never say rude things; but, if you wish me to be sincere, i confess i think everybody is a little vulgar now, except old women like me, who adhered to the faubourg while you all were dancing and changing your dresses seven times a day at st. cloud. there is a sort of vulgarity in the air; it is difficult to escape imbibing it; there is too little reticence, there is too much tearing about; men are not well-mannered, and women are too solicitous to please, and too indifferent how far they stoop in pleasing. it may be the fault of steam; it may be the fault of smoking; it may come from that flood of new people of whom 'l'etrangère' is the scarcely exaggerated sample; but, whatever it comes from, there it is--a vulgarity that taints everything, courts and cabinets as well as society. your daughter somehow or other has escaped it, and so you find her odd, and the world thinks her stiff. she is neither; but no dignified long-descended point-lace, you know, will ever let itself be twisted and twirled into a cascade and a _fouillis_ like your brétonne lace that is just the fashion of the hour, and worth nothing. i admire your vera very greatly; she always makes me think of those dear old stately hotels with their grand gardens in which i saw, in my girlhood, the women who, in theirs, had known france before ' . these hotels and their gardens are gone, most of them, and there are stucco and gilt paint in their places. and here are people who think that a gain. i am not one of them." _under two flags._ the old viscount, haughtiest of haughty nobles, would never abate one jot of his magnificence; and his sons had but imbibed the teaching of all that surrounded them; they did but do in manhood what they had been unconsciously moulded to do in boyhood, when they were sent to eton at ten with gold dressing-boxes to grace their dame's tables, embryo dukes for their co-fags, and tastes that already knew to a nicety the worth of the champagnes at christopher's. the old, old story--how it repeats itself! boys grow up amidst profuse prodigality, and are launched into a world where they can no more arrest themselves, than the feather-weight can pull in the lightning-stride of the two-year-old, who defies all check, and takes the flat as he chooses. they are brought up like young dauphins, and tossed into the costly whirl to float as best they can--on nothing. then on the lives and deaths that follow; on the graves where a dishonoured alien lies forgotten by the dark austrian lake-side, or under the monastic shadow of some crumbling spanish crypt; where a red cross chills the lonely traveller in the virgin solitudes of amazonian forest aisles, or the wild scarlet creepers of australia trail over a nameless mound above the trackless stretch of sun-warmed waters--then, at them the world "shoots out its lips with scorn." not on _them_ lies the blame. * * * his influence had done more to humanise the men he was associated with than any preachers or teachers could have done. almost insensibly they grew ashamed to be beaten by him, and strove to do like him as far as they could. they never knew him drunk, they never heard him swear, they never found him unjust, even to a poverty-stricken _indigène_, or brutal, even to a _fille de joie_. insensibly his presence humanised them. of a surety, the last part bertie dreamed of playing was that of a teacher to any mortal thing. yet--here in africa--it might reasonably be questioned if a second augustine or françois xavier would ever have done half the good among the devil-may-care roumis that was wrought by the dauntless, listless, reckless soldier, who followed instinctively the one religion which has no cant in its brave, simple creed, and binds man to man in links that are as true as steel--the religion of a gallant gentleman's loyalty and honour. * * * the child had been flung upward, a little straw floating in the gutter of paris iniquities; a little foam-bell, bubbling on the sewer waters of barrack vice; the stick had been her teacher, the baggage-waggon her cradle, the camp-dogs her playfellows, the _caserne_ oaths her lullaby, the _guidons_ her sole guiding-stars, the _razzia_ her sole fete-day: it was little marvel that the bright, bold, insolent little friend of the flag had nothing left of her sex save a kitten's mischief and coquette's archness. it said much rather for the straight, fair, sunlit instincts of the untaught nature, that cigarette had gleaned, even out of such a life, two virtues that she would have held by to the death, if tried--a truthfulness that would have scorned a lie as only fit for cowards, and a loyalty that cleaved to france as a religion. * * * tired as over-worked cattle, and crouched or stretched like worn-out homeless dogs, they had never wakened as he had noiselessly harnessed himself, and he looked at them with that interest in other lives which had come to him through adversity; for if misfortune had given him strength, it had also given him sympathy. * * * and he did her that injustice which the best amongst us are apt to do to those whom we do not feel interest enough in to study with that closeness which can alone give comprehension of the intricate and complex rebus, so faintly sketched, so marvellously involved, of human nature. * * * the gleam of the dawn spread in one golden glow of the morning, and the day rose radiant over the world; they stayed not for its beauty or its peace; the carnage went on hour upon hour; men began to grow drunk with slaughter as with raki. it was sublimely grand; it was hideously hateful--this wild-beast struggle, that heaving tumult of striving lives that ever and anon stirred the vast war-cloud of smoke and broke from it as the lightning from the night. the sun laughed in its warmth over a thousand hills and streams, over the blue seas lying northward, and over the yellow sands of the south; but the touch of its heat only made the flame in their blood burn fiercer; and the fulness of its light only served to show them clearer where to strike, and how to slay. * * * she might be a careless young coquette, a lawless little brigand, a child of sunny caprices, an elf of dauntless mischief; but she was more than these. the divine fire of genius had touched her, and cigarette would have perished for her country not less surely than jeanne d'arc. the holiness of an impersonal love, the glow of an imperishable patriotism, the melancholy of a passionate pity for the concrete and unnumbered sufferings of the people, were in her instinctive and inborn, as fragrance in the heart of flowers. and all these together moved her now, and made her young face beautiful as she looked down upon the crowding soldiery. * * * after all, diderot was in the right when he told rousseau which side of the question to take. on my life, civilisation develops comfort, but i do believe it kills nobility. individuality dies in it, and egotism grows strong and specious. why is it that in a polished life a man, whilst becoming incapable of sinking to crime, almost always becomes also incapable of rising to greatness? why is it that misery, tumult, privation, bloodshed, famine, beget, in such a life as this, such countless things of heroism, of endurance, of self-sacrifice--things mostly of demigods--in men who quarrel with the wolves for a wild-boar's carcase, for a sheep's offal? * * * as for death--when it comes it comes. every soldier carries it in his wallet, and it may jump out on him any minute. i would rather die young than old. pardi! age is nothing else but death that is _conscious_. * * * it is misery that is glory--the misery that toils with bleeding feet under burning suns without complaint; that lies half dead through the long night with but one care, to keep the torn flag free from the conqueror's touch; that bears the rain of blows in punishment rather than break silence and buy release by betrayal of a comrade's trust; that is beaten like the mule, and galled like the horse, and starved like the camel, and housed like the dog, and yet does the thing which is right, and the thing which is brave, despite all; that suffers, and endures, and pours out his blood like water to the thirsty sands whose thirst is never stilled, and goes up in the morning sun to the combat as though death were the paradise of the arbico's dream, knowing the while that no paradise waits save the crash of the hoof through the throbbing brain, or the roll of the gun-carriage over the writhing limb. _that_ is glory. the misery that is heroism because france needs it, because a soldier's honour wills it. _that_ is glory. it is to-day in the hospital as it never is in the cour des princes where the glittering host of the marshals gather! * * * spare me the old world-worn, thread-bare formulas. because the flax and the colza blossom for use, and the garden flowers grow trained and pruned, must there be no bud that opens for mere love of the sun, and swings free in the wind in its fearless fair fashion? believe me, it is the lives which follow no previous rule that do the most good, and give the most harvest. * * * "the first thing i saw of cigarette was this: she was seven years old; she had been beaten black and blue; she had had two of her tiny teeth knocked out. the men were furious, she was a pet with them; and she would not say who had done it, though she knew twenty swords would have beaten him flat as a fritter if she had given his name. i got her to sit to me some days after. i pleased her with her own picture. i asked her to tell me why she would not say who had ill-treated her. she put her head on one side like a robin, and told me, in a whisper: 'it was one of my comrades--because i would not steal for him. i would not have the army know--it would demoralise them. if a french soldier ever does a cowardly thing, another french soldier must not betray it.' that was cigarette--at seven years. the _esprit du corps_ was stronger than her own wrongs." * * * a better day's sport even the quorn had never had in all its brilliant annals, and faster things the melton men themselves had never wanted: both those who love the "quickest thing you ever knew--thirty minutes without a check--_such_ a pace!" and care little whether the _finale_ be "killed" or "broke away," and those of older fashion, who prefer "long day, you know, steady as old time, the beauties stuck like wax through fourteen parishes as i live; six hours if it were a minute; horses dead beat; positively walked, you know, no end of a day!" but must have the fatal "who-whoop" as conclusion--both of these, the "new style and the old," could not but be content with the doings of the "demoiselles" from start to finish. was it likely that cecil remembered the caustic lash of his father's ironies while he was lifting mother of pearl over the posts and rails, and sweeping on, with the halloo ringing down the wintry wind as the grasslands flew beneath him? was it likely that he recollected the difficulties that hung above him while he was dashing down the gorse happy as a king, with the wild hail driving in his face, and a break of stormy sunshine just welcoming the gallant few who were landed at the death, as twilight fell? was it likely that he could unlearn all the lessons of his life, and realise in how near a neighbourhood he stood to ruin when he was drinking regency sherry out of his gold flask as he crossed the saddle of his second horse, or, smoking, rode slowly homeward through the leafless muddy lanes in the gloaming? scarcely;--it is very easy to remember our difficulties when we are eating and drinking them, so to speak, in bad soups and worse wines in continental impecuniosity, sleeping on them as rough australian shake-downs, or wearing them perpetually in californian rags and tatters, it were impossible very well to escape from them then; but it is very hard to remember them when every touch and shape of life is pleasant to us--when everything about us is symbolical and redolent of wealth and ease--when the art of enjoyment is the only one we are called on to study, and the science of pleasure all we are asked to explore. it is well-nigh impossible to believe yourself a beggar when you never want sovereigns for whist; and it would be beyond the powers of human nature to conceive your ruin irrevocable, while you still eat turbot and terrapin with a powdered giant behind your chair daily. up in his garret a poor wretch knows very well what he is, and realises in stern fact the extremities of the last sou, the last shirt, and the last hope; but in these devil-may-care pleasures--in this pleasant, reckless, velvet-soft rush down-hill--in this club-palace, with every luxury that the heart of man can devise and desire, yours to command at your will--it is hard work, _then_, to grasp the truth that the crossing-sweeper yonder, in the dust of pall mall, is really not more utterly in the toils of poverty than you are! * * * the bell was clanging and clashing passionately, as cecil at last went down to the weights, all his friends of the household about him, and all standing "crushers" on their champion, for their stringent _esprit du corps_ was involved, and the guards are never backward in putting their gold down, as all the world knows. in the inclosure, the cynosure of devouring eyes, stood the king, with the _sang froid_ of a superb gentleman, amid the clamour raging round him, one delicate ear laid back now and then, but otherwise indifferent to the din, with his coat glistening like satin, the beautiful tracery of vein and muscle, like the veins of vine-leaves, standing out on the glossy, clear-carved neck that had the arch of circassia, and his dark antelope eyes gazing with a gentle, pensive earnestness on the shouting crowd. his rivals, too, were beyond par in fitness and in condition, and there were magnificent animals among them. bay regent was a huge, raking chestnut, upwards of sixteen hands, and enormously powerful, with very fine shoulders, and an all-over-like-going head; he belonged to a colonel in the rifles, but was to be ridden by jimmy delmar of the th lancers, whose colours were violet with orange hoops. montacute's horse, pas de charge, which carried all the money of the heavy cavalry, montacute himself being in the dragoon guards, was of much the same order, a black hunter with racing blood in him, loins and withers that assured any amount of force, and no fault but that of a rather coarse head, traceable to a slur on his 'scutcheon on the distaff side from a plebeian great-grandmother, who had been a cart mare, the only stain in his otherwise faultless pedigree. however, she had given him her massive shoulders, so that he was in some sense a gainer by her after all. wild geranium was a beautiful creature enough, a bright bay irish mare, with that rich red gloss that is like the glow of a horse-chestnut, very perfect in shape, though a trifle light perhaps, and with not quite strength enough in neck or barrel; she would jump the fences of her own paddock half a dozen times a day for sheer amusement, and was game to anything. she was entered by cartouche of the enniskillens, to be ridden by "baby grafton," of the same corps, a feather-weight, and quite a boy, but with plenty of science in him. these were the three favourites; day star ran them close, the property of durham vavassour, of the scots greys, and to be ridden by his owner; a handsome, flea-bitten, grey sixteen-hander, with ragged hips, and action that looked a trifle string-halty, but noble shoulders, and great force in the loins and withers; the rest of the field, though unusually excellent, did not find so many "sweet voices" for them, and were not so much to be feared: each starter was of course much backed by his party, but the betting was tolerably even on these four:--all famous steeplechasers;--the king at one time, and bay regent at another, slightly leading in the ring. thirty-two starters were hoisted up on the telegraph board, and as the field got at last under weigh, uncommonly handsome they looked, while the silk jackets of all the colours of the rainbow glittered in the bright noon sun. as forest king closed in, perfectly tranquil still, but beginning to glow and quiver all over with excitement, knowing as well as his rider the work that was before him, and longing for it in every muscle and every limb, while his eyes flashed fire as he pulled at the curb and tossed his head aloft, there went up a general shout of "favourite!" his beauty told on the populace, and even somewhat on the professionals, though the legs kept a strong business prejudice against the working powers of "the guards' crack." the ladies began to lay dozens in gloves on him; not altogether for his points, which perhaps they hardly appreciated, but for his owner and rider, who, in the scarlet and gold, with the white sash across his chest, and a look of serene indifference on his face, they considered the handsomest man of the field. the household is usually safe to win the suffrages of the sex. in the throng on the course rake instantly bonneted an audacious dealer who had ventured to consider that forest king was "light and curby in the 'ock." "you're a wise 'un, you are!" retorted the wrathful and ever-eloquent rake, "there's more strength in his clean flat legs, bless him! than in all the round, thick, mill-posts of _your_ half-breds, that have no more tendon than a bit of wood, and are just as flabby as a sponge!" which hit the dealer home just as his hat was hit over his eyes; rake's arguments being unquestionable in their force. the thoroughbreds pulled and fretted, and swerved in their impatience; one or two over-contumacious bolted incontinently, others put their heads between their knees in the endeavour to draw their riders over their withers; wild geranium reared straight upright, fidgeted all over with longing to be off, passaged with the prettiest, wickedest grace in the world, and would have given the world to neigh if she had dared, but she knew it would be very bad style, so, like an aristocrat as she was, restrained herself; bay regent almost sawed jimmy delmar's arms off looking like a titan bucephalus; while forest king, with his nostrils dilated till the scarlet tinge on them glowed in the sun, his muscles quivering with excitement as intense as the little irish mare's, and all his eastern and english blood on fire for the fray, stood steady as a statue for all that, under the curb of a hand light as a woman's, but firm as iron to control, and used to guide him by the slightest touch. all eyes were on that throng of the first mounts in the service; brilliant glances by the hundred gleamed down behind hot-house bouquets of their chosen colour, eager ones by the thousand stared thirstily from the crowded course, the roar of the ring subsided for a second, a breathless attention and suspense succeeded it; the guardsmen sat on their drags, or lounged near the ladies with their race-glasses ready, and their habitual expression of gentle and resigned weariness in nowise altered, because the household, all in all, had from sixty to seventy thousand on the event, and the seraph murmured mournfully to his cheroot, "that chestnut's no end _fit_," strong as his faith was in the champion of the brigades. a moment's good start was caught--the flag dropped--off they went, sweeping out for the first second like a line of cavalry about to charge. another moment, and they were scattered over the first field, forest king, wild geranium, and bay regent leading for two lengths, when montacute, with his habitual "fast burst," sent pas de charge past them like lightning. the irish mare gave a rush and got alongside of him; the king would have done the same, but cecil checked him, and kept him in that cool swinging canter which covered the grassland so lightly; bay regent's vast thundering stride was olympian, but jimmy delmar saw his worst foe in the "guards' crack," and waited on him warily, riding superbly himself. the first fence disposed of half the field, they crossed the second in the same order, wild geranium racing neck to neck with pas de charge; the king was all athirst to join the duello, but his owner kept him gently back, saving his pace and lifting him over the jumps as easily as a lapwing. the second fence proved a cropper to several, some awkward falls took place over it, and tailing commenced; after the third field, which was heavy plough, all knocked off but eight, and the real struggle began in sharp earnest: a good dozen who had shown a splendid stride over the grass being done up by the terrible work on the clods. the five favourites had it all to themselves; day star pounding onward at tremendous speed, pas de charge giving slight symptoms of distress owing to the madness of his first burst, the irish mare literally flying ahead of him, forest king and the chestnut waiting on one another. in the grand stand the seraph's eyes strained after the scarlet and white, and he muttered in his moustaches, "ye gods, what's up? the world's coming to an end!--beauty's turned cautious!" cautious, indeed,--with that giant of pytchley fame running neck to neck by him; cautious,--with two-thirds of the course unrun, and all the yawners yet to come; cautious,--with the blood of forest king lashing to boiling heat, and the wondrous greyhound stride stretching out faster and faster beneath him, ready at a touch to break away and take the lead: but he would be reckless enough by-and-by; reckless, as his nature was, under the indolent serenity of habit. two more fences came, laced high and stiff with the shire thorn, and with scarce twenty feet between them, the heavy ploughed land leading to them, clotted, and black, and hard, with the fresh earthy scent steaming up as the hoofs struck the clods with a dull thunder. pas de charge rose to the first: distressed too early, his hind feet caught in the thorn, and he came down rolling clear of his rider; montacute picked him up with true science, but the day was lost to the heavy cavalry men. forest king went in and out over both like a bird, and led for the first time; the chestnut was not to be beat at fencing, and ran even with him; wild geranium flew still as fleet as a deer, true to her sex, she would not bear rivalry; but little grafton, though he rode like a professional, was but a young one, and went too wildly--her spirit wanted cooler curb. and now only, cecil loosened the king to his full will and his full speed. now only, the beautiful arab head was stretched like a racer's in the run-in for the derby, and the grand stride swept out till the hoofs seemed never to touch the dark earth they skimmed over; neither whip nor spur was needed, bertie had only to leave the gallant temper and the generous fire that were roused in their might to go their way, and hold their own. his hands were low; his head was a little back; his face very calm; the eyes only had a daring, eager, resolute will lighting in them; brixworth lay before him. he knew well what forest king could do; but he did not know how great the chestnut regent's powers might be. the water gleamed before them, brown and swollen, and deepened with the meltings of winter snows a month before; the brook that has brought so many to grief over its famous banks, since cavaliers leapt it with their falcon on their wrist, or the mellow note of the horn rang over the woods in the hunting days of stuart reigns. they knew it well, that long dark line, skimmering there in the sunlight, the test that all must pass who go in for the soldiers' blue ribbon. forest king scented water, and went on with his ears pointed, and his greyhound stride lengthening, quickening, gathering up all its force and its impetus for the leap that was before--then like the rise and the swoop of the heron he spanned the water, and, landing clear, launched forward with the lunge of a spear darted through air. brixworth was passed--the scarlet and white, a mere gleam of bright colour, a mere speck in the landscape, to the breathless crowds in the stand, sped on over the brown and level grassland; two and a quarter miles done in four minutes and twenty seconds. bay regent was scarcely behind him; the chestnut abhorred the water, but a finer trained hunter was never sent over the shires, and jimmy delmar rode like grimshaw himself. the giant took the leap in magnificent style, and thundered on neck and neck with the "guards' crack." the irish mare followed, and, with miraculous gameness, landed safely; but her hind-legs slipped on the bank, a moment was lost, and "baby" grafton scarce knew enough to recover it, though he scoured on nothing daunted. pas de charge, much behind, refused the yawner; his strength was not more than his courage, but both had been strained too severely at first. montacute struck the spurs into him with a savage blow over the head; the madness was its own punishment; the poor brute rose blindly to the jump, and missed the bank with a reel and a crash; sir eyre was hurled out into the brook, and the hope of the heavies lay there with his breast and fore-legs resting on the ground, his hind-quarters in the water, and his back broken. pas de charge would never again see the starting-flag waved, or hear the music of the hounds, or feel the gallant life throb and glow through him at the rallying notes of the horn. his race was run. not knowing, or looking, or heeding what happened behind, the trio tore on over the meadow and the ploughed; the two favourites neck by neck, the game little mare hopelessly behind through that one fatal moment over brixworth. the turning-flags were passed; from the crowds on the course a great hoarse roar came louder and louder, and the shouts rang, changing every second, "forest king wins," "bay regent wins," "scarlet and white's ahead," "violet's up with him," "violet's past him," "scarlet recovers," "scarlet beats," "a cracker on the king," "ten to one on the regent," "guards are over the fence first," "guards are winning," "guards are losing," "guards are beat!!" were they? as the shout rose, cecil's left stirrup leather snapped and gave way; at the pace they were going most men, ay, and good riders too, would have been hurled out of their saddle by the shock; he scarcely swerved; a moment to ease the king and to recover his equilibrium, then he took the pace up again as though nothing had changed. and his comrades of the household, when they saw this through their race-glasses, broke through their serenity and burst into a cheer that echoed over the grasslands and the coppices like a clarion, the grand rich voice of the seraph leading foremost and loudest--a cheer that rolled mellow and triumphant down the cold bright air like the blast of trumpets, and thrilled on bertie's ear where he came down the course a mile away. it made his heart beat quicker with a victorious headlong delight, as his knees pressed closer into forest king's flanks, and, half stirrupless like the arabs, he thundered forward to the greatest riding feat of his life. his face was very calm still, but his blood was in tumult, the delirium of pace had got on him, a minute of life like this was worth a year, and he knew that he would win or die for it, as the land seemed to fly like a black sheet under him, and, in that killing speed, fence and hedge and double and water all went by him like a dream, whirling underneath him as the grey stretches, stomach to earth, over the level, and rose to leap after leap. for that instant's pause, when the stirrup broke, threatened to lose him the race. he was more than a length behind the regent, whose hoofs as they dashed the ground up sounded like thunder, and for whose herculean strength the plough has no terrors; it was more than the lead to keep now, there was ground to cover, and the king was losing like wild geranium. cecil felt drunk with that strong, keen, west wind that blew so strongly in his teeth, a passionate excitation was in him, every breath of winter air that rushed in its bracing currents round him seemed to lash him like a stripe--the household to look on and see him beaten! certain wild blood that lay latent in cecil under the tranquil gentleness of temper and of custom, woke, and had the mastery; he set his teeth hard, and his hands clenched like steel on the bridle. "oh! my beauty, my beauty," he cried, all unconsciously half aloud as they clear the thirty-sixth fence; "kill me if you like, but don't _fail_ me!" as though forest king heard the prayer and answered it with all his hero's heart, the splendid form launched faster out, the stretching stride stretched farther yet with lightning spontaneity, every fibre strained, every nerve struggled; with a magnificent bound like an antelope the grey recovered the ground he had lost, and passed bay regent by a quarter-length. it was a neck-to-neck race once more, across the three meadows with the last and lower fences that were between them and the final leap of all; that ditch of artificial water with the towering double hedge of oak rails and of blackthorn that was reared black and grim and well-nigh hopeless just in front of the grand stand. a roar like the roar of the sea broke up from the thronged course as the crowd hung breathless on the even race; ten thousand shouts rang as thrice ten thousand eyes watched the closing contest, as superb a sight as the shires ever saw, while the two ran together, the gigantic chestnut, with every massive sinew swelled and strained to tension, side by side with the marvellous grace, the shining flanks, and the arabian-like head of the guards' horse. louder and wilder the shrieked tumult rose: "the chestnut beats!" "the grey beats!" "scarlet's ahead!" "bay regent's caught him!" "violet's winning, violet's winning!" "the king's neck by neck!" "the king's beating!" "the guards will get it!" "the guards' crack has it!" "not yet, not yet!" "violet will thrash him at the jump!" "now for it!" "the guards, the guards, the guards!" "scarlet will win!" "the king has the finish!" "no, no, no, no!" sent along at a pace that epsom flat never saw eclipsed, sweeping by the grand stand like the flash of electric flame, they ran side to side one moment more, their foam flung on each other's withers, their breath hot in each other's nostrils, while the dark earth flew beneath their stride. the blackthorn was in front behind five bars of solid oak, the water yawning on its farther side, black and deep, and fenced, twelve feet wide if it were an inch, with the same thorn wall beyond it! a leap no horse should have been given, no steward should have set. cecil pressed his knees closer and closer, and worked the gallant hero for the test; the surging roar of the throng, though so close, was dull on his ear; he heard nothing, knew nothing, saw nothing but that lean chestnut head beside him, the dull thud on the turf of the flying gallop, and the black wall that reared in his face. forest king had done so much, could he have stay and strength for this? cecil's hands clenched unconsciously on the bridle, and his face was very pale--pale with excitation--as his foot where the stirrup was broken crushed closer and harder against the grey's flanks. "oh, my darling, my beauty--_now_!" one touch of the spur--the first--and forest king rose at the leap, all the life and power there were in him gathered for one superhuman and crowning effort; a flash of time, not half a second in duration, and he was lifted in the air higher, and higher, and higher in the cold, fresh, wild winter wind; stakes and rails, and thorn and water lay beneath him black and gaunt and shapeless, yawning like a grave; one bound, even in mid air, one last convulsive impulse of the gathered limbs, and forest king was over! and as he galloped up the straight run-in, he was alone. bay regent had refused the leap. as the grey swept to the judge's chair, the air was rent with deafening cheers that seemed to reel like drunken shouts from the multitude. "the guards win, the guards win;" and when his rider pulled up at the distance with the full sun shining on the scarlet and white, with the gold glisten of the embroidered "coeur vaillant se fait royaume," forest king stood in all his glory, winner of the soldier's blue ribbon, by a feat without its parallel in all the annals of the gold vase. * * * over there in england, you know, sir, pipe-clay is the deuce-and-all; you've always got to have the stock on, and look as stiff as a stake, or it's all up with you; you're that tormented about little things that you get riled and kick the traces before the great 'uns come to try you. there's a lot of lads would be game as game could be in battle, ay, and good lads to boot, doing their duty right as a trivet when it came to anything like war, that are clean druv' out of the service in time o' peace, along with all them petty persecutions that worry a man's skin like mosquito-bites. now here they know that, and lord! what soldiers they do make through knowing of it! it's tight enough and stern enough in big things; martial law sharp enough, and obedience to the letter all through the campaigning; but that don't grate on a fellow; if he's worth his salt he's sure to understand that he must move like clockwork in a fight, and that he's to go to hell at double-quick march, and mute as a mouse, if his officers see fit to send him. _that's_ all right, but they don't fidget you here about the little fal-lals; you may stick your pipe in your mouth, you may have your lark, you may do as you like, you may spend your _décompte_ how you choose, you may settle your little duel as you will, you may shout and sing and jump and riot on the march, so long as you _march on_; you may lounge about half dressed in any style as suits you best, so long as you're up to time when the trumpets sound for you; and that's what a man likes. he's ready to be a machine when the machine's wanted in working trim, but when it's run off the line and the steam all let off, he do like to oil his own wheels, and lie a bit in the sun at his fancy. there aren't better stuff to make soldiers out of nowhere than englishmen, god bless 'em, but they're badgered, they're horribly badgered, and that's why the service don't take over there, let alone the way the country grudge 'em every bit of pay. in england you go in the ranks--well, they all just tell you you're a blackguard, and there's the lash, and you'd better behave yourself or you'll get it hot and hot; they take for granted you're a bad lot or you wouldn't be there, and in course you're riled and go to the bad according, seeing that it's what's expected of you. here, contrariwise, you come in the ranks and get a welcome, and feel that it just rests with yourself whether you won't be a fine fellow or not; and just along of feelin' that you're pricked to show the best metal you're made on, and not to let nobody else beat you out of the race like. ah! it makes a wonderful difference to a fellow--a wonderful difference--whether the service he's come into look at him as a scamp that never will be nothin' _but_ a scamp, or as a rascal that's maybe got in him, all rascal though he is, the pluck to turn into a hero. it makes a wonderful difference, this 'ere, whether you're looked at as stuff that's only fit to be shovelled into the sand after a battle; or as stuff that'll belike churn into a great man. and it's just that difference, sir, that france has found out, and england hasn't--god bless her all the same. with which the soldier whom england had turned adrift, and france had won in her stead, concluded his long oration by dropping on his knees to refill his corporal's chibouque. "a army's just a machine, sir, in course," he concluded, as he rammed in the turkish tobacco. "but then it's a live machine for all that; and each little bit of it feels for itself like the joints in an eel's body. now, if only one of them little bits smarts, the whole crittur goes wrong--there's the mischief." * * * it makes all the difference in life, whether hope is left, or--left out! * * * she had been ere now a child and a hero; beneath this blow which struck at him she changed--she became a woman and a martyr. and she rode at full speed through the night, as she had done through the daylight, her eyes glancing all around in the keen instinct of a trooper, her hand always on the butt of her belt pistol. for she knew well what the danger was of these lonely, unguarded, untravelled leagues that yawned in so vast a distance between her and her goal. the arabs, beaten, but only rendered furious by defeat, swept down on to those plains with the old guerilla skill, the old marvellous rapidity. she knew that with every second shot or steel might send her reeling from her saddle, that with every moment she might be surrounded by some desperate band who would spare neither her sex nor her youth. but that intoxication of peril, the wine-draught she had drunk from her infancy, was all which sustained her in that race with death. it filled her veins with their old heat, her heart with its old daring, her nerves with their old matchless courage: but for it she would have dropped, heart-sick with terror and despair, ere her errand could be done; under it she had the coolness, the keenness, the sagacity, the sustained force, and the supernatural strength of some young hunted animal. they might slay her so that she left perforce her mission unaccomplished; but no dread of such a fate had even an instant's power to appal her or arrest her. while there should be breath in her, she would go on to the end. there were eight hours' hard riding before her, at the swiftest pace her horse could make; and she was already worn by the leagues already traversed. although this was nothing new that she did now, yet as time flew on and she flew with it, ceaselessly, through the dim solitary barren moonlit land, her brain now and then grew giddy, her heart now and then stood still with a sudden numbing faintness. she shook the weakness off her with the resolute scorn for it of her nature, and succeeded in its banishment. they had put in her hand as she had passed through the fortress gates a lance with a lantern muffled in arab fashion, so that the light was unseen from before, while it streamed over her herself, to enable her to guide her way if the moon should be veiled by clouds. with that single starry gleam aslant on a level with her eyes, she rode through the ghastly twilight of the half-lit plains, now flooded with lustre as the moon emerged, now engulfed in darkness as the stormy western winds drove the cirri over it. but neither darkness nor light differed to her; she noted neither; she was like one drunk with strong wine, and she had but one dread--that the power of her horse would give way under the unnatural strain made on it, and that she would reach too late, when the life she went to save would have fallen for ever, silent unto death, as she had seen the life of marquise _fall_. hour on hour, league on league, passed away; she felt the animal quiver under the spur, and she heard the catch in his panting breath as he strained to give his fleetest and best, that told her how, ere long, the racing speed, the extended gallop at which she kept him, would tell, and beat him down despite his desert strain. she had no pity; she would have killed twenty horses under her to reach her goal. she was giving her own life, she was willing to lose it, if by its loss she did this thing, to save even the man condemned to die with the rising of the sun. she did not spare herself; and she would have spared no living thing, to fulfil the mission that she undertook. she loved with the passionate blindness of her sex, with the absolute abandonment of the southern blood. if to spare him she must have bidden thousands fall, she would have given the word for their destruction without a moment's pause. once from some screen of gaunt and barren rock a shot was fired at her, and flew within a hair's-breadth of her brain; she never even looked around to see whence it had come; she knew it was from some arab prowler of the plains. her single spark of light through the half-veiled lantern passed as swiftly as a shooting-star across the plateau. and as she felt the hours steal on--so fast, so hideously fast--with that horrible relentlessness, "ohne hast, ohne rast," which tarries for no despair, as it hastens for no desire, her lips grew dry as dust, her tongue clove to the roof of her mouth, the blood beat like a thousand hammers on her brain. what she dreaded came. midway in her course, when, by the stars, she knew midnight was passed, the animal strained with hard-drawn panting gasps to answer the demand made on him by the spur and by the lance-shaft with which he was goaded onward. in the lantern-light she saw his head stretched out in the racing agony, his distended eyeballs, his neck covered with foam and blood, his heaving flanks that seem bursting with every throb that his heart gave; she knew that half a league more forced from him, he would drop like a dead thing never to rise again. she let the bridle drop upon the poor beast's neck, and threw her arms above her head with a shrill wailing cry, whose despair echoed over the noiseless plains like the cry of a shot-stricken animal. she saw it all; the breathing of the rosy, golden day; the stillness of the hushed camp; the tread of the few picked men; the open coffin by the open grave; the levelled carbines gleaming in the first rays of the sun.... she had seen it so many times--seen it to the awful end, when the living man fell down in the morning light a shattered, senseless, soulless, crushed-out mass. that single moment was all the soldier's nature in her gave to the abandonment of despair, to the paralysis that seized her. with that one cry from the depths of her breaking heart, the weakness spent itself: she knew that action alone could aid him. she looked across, southward and northward, east and west, to see if there were aught near from which she could get aid. if there were none, the horse must drop down to die, and with his life the other life would perish as surely as the sun would rise. her gaze, straining through the darkness, broken here and there by fitful gleams of moonlight, caught sight in the distance of some yet darker thing moving rapidly--a large cloud skimming the earth. she let the horse, which had paused the instant the bridle had touched his neck, stand still awhile, and kept her eyes fixed on the advancing cloud till, with the marvellous surety of her desert-trained vision, she disentangled it from the floating mists and wavering shadows, and recognised it, as it was, a band of arabs. if she turned eastward out of her route, the failing strength of her horse would be fully enough to take her into safety from their pursuit, or even from their perception, for they were coming straightly and swiftly across the plain. if she were seen by them she was certain of her fate; they could only be the desperate remnant of the decimated tribes, the foraging raiders of starving and desperate men, hunted from refuge to refuge, and carrying fire and sword in their vengeance wherever an unprotected caravan or a defenceless settlement gave them the power of plunder and of slaughter, that spared neither age nor sex. she was known throughout the length and the breadth of the land to the arabs: she was neither child nor woman to them; she was but the soldier who had brought up the french reserve at zaraila; she was but the foe who had seen them defeated, and ridden down with her comrades in their pursuit in twice a score of vanquished, bitter, intolerably shameful days. some among them had sworn by their god to put her to a fearful death if ever they made her captive, for they held her in superstitious awe, and thought the spell of the frankish successes would be broken if she were slain. she knew that; yet, knowing it, she looked at their advancing band one moment, then turned her horse's head and rode straight toward them. "they will kill me, but that may save him," she thought. "any other way he is lost." so she rode directly toward them; rode so that she crossed their front, and placed herself in their path, standing quite still, with the cloth torn from the lantern, so that its light fell full about her, as she held it above her head. in an instant they knew her. they were the remnant who had escaped from the carnage of zaraila; they knew her with all the rapid unerring surety of hate. they gave the shrill wild war-shout of their tribe, and the whole mass of gaunt, dark, mounted figures with their weapons whirling round their heads enclosed her: a cloud of kites settled down with their black wings and cruel beaks upon one young silvery-plumed gerfalcon. she sat unmoved, and looked up at the naked blades that flashed above her: there was no fear upon her face, only a calm resolute proud beauty, very pale, very still in the light that gleamed on it from the lantern rays. "i surrender," she said briefly. she had never thought to say these words of submission to her scorned foes; she would not have been brought to utter them to spare her own existence. their answer was a yell of furious delight, and their bare blades smote each other with a clash of brutal joy: they had her, the frankish child who had brought shame and destruction on them at zaraila, and they longed to draw their steel across the fair young throat, to plunge their lances into the bright bare bosom, to twine her hair round their spear handles, to rend her delicate limbs apart, as a tiger rends the antelope, to torture, to outrage, to wreak their vengeance on her. their chief, only, motioned their violence back from her, and bade them leave her untouched. at him she looked, still with the same fixed, serene, scornful resolve: she had encountered these men so often in battle, she knew so well how rich a prize she was to him. but she had one thought alone with her; and for it she subdued contempt, and hate, and pride, and every passion in her. "i surrender," she said, with the same tranquillity. "i have heard that you have sworn by your god and your prophet to tear me limb from limb because that i--a child, and a woman-child--brought you to shame and to grief on the day of zaraila. well, i am here; do it. you can slake your will on me. but that you are brave men, and that i have ever met you in fair fight, let me speak one word with you first." through the menaces and the rage around her, fierce as the yelling of starving wolves around a frozen corpse, her clear brave tones reached the ear of the chief in the lingua-sabir that she used. he was a young man, and his ear was caught by that tuneful voice, his eyes by that youthful face. he signed upward the swords of his followers, and motioned them back as their arms were stretched to seize her, and their shouts clamoured for her slaughter. "speak on," he said briefly to her. "you have sworn to take my body, sawn in two, to ben-ihreddin?" she pursued, naming the arab leader whom her spahis had driven off the field of zaraila. "well, here it is; you can take it to him; and you will receive the piastres, and the horse, and the arms that he has promised to whosoever shall slay me. i have surrendered; i am yours. but you are bold men, and the bold are never mean; therefore i will ask one thing of you. there is a man yonder, in my camp, condemned to death with the dawn. he is innocent. i have ridden from algiers to-day with the order of his release. if it is not there by sunrise, he will be shot; and he is guiltless as a child unborn. my horse is worn out; he could not go another half-league. i knew that, since he had failed, my comrade must die, unless i found a fresh beast or a messenger to go in my stead. i saw your band come across the plain. i knew that you would kill me, because of your oath and of your emir's bribe; but i thought that you would have greatness enough in you to save this man who is condemned, without crime, and who must perish unless you, his foes, have pity on him. therefore i came. take the paper that frees him; send your fleetest and surest with it, under a flag of truce, into our camp by the dawn; let him tell them there that i, cigarette, gave it him--he must say no word of what you have done to me, or his white flag will not protect him from the vengeance of my army--and then receive your reward from your chief, ben-ihreddin, when you lay my head down for his horse's hoofs to trample into the dust. answer me--is the compact fair? ride on with this paper northward, and then kill me with what torments you choose." she spoke with calm unwavering resolve, meaning that which she uttered to its very uttermost letter. she knew that these men had thirsted for her blood; she offered it to be shed to gain for him that messenger on whose speed his life was hanging; she knew that a price was set upon her head, but she delivered herself over to the hands of her enemies so that thereby she might purchase his redemption. as they heard, silence fell upon the brutal clamorous herd around--the silence of amaze and of respect. the young chief listened gravely; by the glistening of his keen black eyes, he was surprised and moved, though, true to his teaching, he showed neither emotion as he answered her: "who is this frank for whom you do this thing?" "he is the warrior to whom you offered life on the field of zaraila, because his courage was as the courage of gods." she knew the qualities of the desert character; knew how to appeal to its reverence and to its chivalry. "and for what does he perish?" he asked. "because he forgot for once that he was a slave; and because he has borne the burden of a guilt that was not his own." they were quite still now, closed around her; these ferocious plunderers, who had been thirsty a moment before to sheathe their weapons in her body, were spell-bound by the sympathy of courageous souls, by some vague perception that there was a greatness in this little tigress of france, whom they had sworn to hunt down and slaughter, which surpassed all they had known or dreamed. "and you have given yourself up to us that by your death you may purchase a messenger from us for this errand?" pursued their leader. he had been reared as a boy in the high tenets and the pure chivalries of the school of abd-el-kader; and they were not lost in him despite the crimes and the desperation of his life. she held the paper out to him with a passionate entreaty breaking through the enforced calm of despair with which she had hitherto spoken. "cut me in ten thousand pieces with your swords, but save _him_, as you are brave men, as you are generous foes!" with a single sign of his hand, their leader waved them back where they crowded around her, and leaped down from his saddle, and led the horse he had dismounted to her. "maiden," he said gently, "we are arabs, but we are not brutes. we swore to avenge ourselves on an enemy; we are not vile enough to accept a martyrdom. take my horse--he is the swiftest of my troop--and go you on your errand; you are safe from me." she looked at him in stupor; the sense of his words was not tangible to her; she had had no hope, no thought, that they would ever deal thus with her; all she had ever dreamed of was so to touch their hearts and their generosity that they would spare one from among their troop to do the errand of mercy she had begged of them. "you play with me;" she murmured, while her lips grew whiter and her great eyes larger in the intensity of her emotion. "ah! for pity's sake, make haste and kill me, so that this only may reach him!" the chief, standing by her, lifted her up in his sinewy arms, on to the saddle of his charger. his voice was very solemn, his glance was very gentle; all the nobility of the highest arab nature was aroused in him at the heroism of a child, a girl, an infidel--one, in his sight, abandoned and shameful among her sex. "go in peace," he said simply; "it is not with such as thee that we war." then, and then only, as she felt the fresh reins placed in her hands, and saw the ruthless horde around her fall back and leave her free, did she understand his meaning, did she comprehend that he gave her back both liberty and life, and, with the surrender of the horse he loved, the noblest and most precious gift that the arab ever bestows or ever receives. the unutterable joy seemed to blind her, and gleam upon her face like the blazing light of noon, as she turned her burning eyes full on him. "ah! now i believe that thine allah rules thee, equally with christians! if i live, thou shalt see me back ere another night; if i die, france will know how to thank thee!" "we do not do the thing that is right for the sake that men may recompense us," he answered her gently. "fly to thy friend, and hereafter do not judge that those who are in arms against thee must needs be as the brutes that seek out whom they shall devour." then, with one word in his own tongue, he bade the horse bear her southward, and, as swiftly as a spear launched from his hand, the animal obeyed him and flew across the plains. he looked after her awhile, through the dim tremulous darkness that seemed cleft by the rush of the gallop as the clouds are cleft by lightning, while his tribe sat silent on their horses in moody unwilling consent, savage in that they had been deprived of prey, moved in that they were sensible of this martyrdom which had been offered to them. "verily the courage of a woman has put the best among us unto shame," he said, rather to himself than them, as he mounted the stallion brought him from the rear and rode slowly northward, unconscious that the thing he had done was great, because conscious only that it was just. and, borne by the fleetness of the desert-bred beast, she went away through the heavy bronze-hued dulness of the night. her brain had no sense, her hands had no feeling, her eyes had no sight; the rushing as of waters was loud on her ears, the giddiness of fasting and of fatigue sent the gloom eddying round and round like a whirlpool of shadow. yet she had remembrance enough left to ride on, and on, and on without once flinching from the agonies that racked her cramped limbs and throbbed in her beating temples; she had remembrance enough to strain her blind eyes toward the east and murmur, in her terror of that white dawn, that must soon break, the only prayer that had been ever uttered by the lips no mother's kiss had ever touched: "_o god! keep the day back!_" * * * one of the most brilliant of algerian autumnal days shone over the great camp in the south. the war was almost at an end for a time; the arabs were defeated and driven desertwards; hostilities irksome, harassing, and annoying, like all guerilla warfare, would long continue, but peace was virtually established, and zaraila had been the chief glory that had been added by the campaign to the flag of imperial france. the kites and the vultures had left the bare bones by thousands to bleach upon the sands, and the hillocks of brown earth rose in crowds where those more cared for in death had been hastily thrust beneath the brown crust of the earth. the dead had received their portion of reward--in the jackall's teeth, in the crow's beak, in the worm's caress. and the living received theirs in this glorious rose-flecked glittering autumn morning, when the breath of winter made the air crisp and cool, but the ardent noon still lighted with its furnace glow the hillside and the plain. the whole of the army of the south was drawn up on the immense level of the plateau to witness the presentation of the cross of the legion of honour. it was full noon. the sun shone without a single cloud on the deep sparkling azure of the skies. the troops stretched east and west, north and south, formed up in three sides of one vast massive square. the red white and blue of the standards, the brass of the eagle guidons, the grey tossed manes of the chargers, the fierce swarthy faces of the soldiery, the scarlet of the spahis' cloaks, and the snowy folds of the demi-cavalerie turbans, the shine of the sloped lances, and the glisten of the carbine barrels, fused together in one sea of blended colour, flashed into a million of prismatic hues against the sombre bistre shadow of the sunburnt plains and the clear blue of the skies. it had been a sanguinary, fruitless, cruel campaign; it had availed nothing except to drive the arabs away from some hundred leagues of useless and profitless soil; hundreds of french soldiers had fallen by disease, and drought, and dysentery, as well as by shot and sabre, and were unrecorded save on the books of the bureaus, unlamented save, perhaps, in some little nestling hamlet among the great green woods of normandy, or some wooden hut among the olives and the vines of provence, where some woman toiling till sunset among the fields, or praying before some wayside saint's stone niche, would give a thought to the far-off and devouring desert that had drawn down beneath its sands the head that had used to lie upon her bosom, cradled as a child's, or caressed as a lover. but the drums rolled out their long deep thunder over the wastes; and the shot-torn standards fluttered gaily in the breeze blowing from the west, and the clear full music of the french bands echoed away to the dim distant terrible south, where the desert-scorch and the desert-thirst had murdered their bravest and best--and the army was _en fête_. _en fête_, for it did honour to its darling. cigarette received the cross. mounted on her own little bright bay, etoile-filante, with tricolour ribbons flying from his bridle and among the glossy fringes of his mane, the little one rode among her spahis. a scarlet _képi_ was set on her thick silken curls, a tricolour sash was knotted round her waist, her wine-barrel was slung on her left hip, her pistols thrust in her _ceinturon_, and a light carbine held in her hand with the butt-end resting on her foot. with the sun on her child-like brunette face, her eyes flashing like brown diamonds in the light, and her marvellous horsemanship, showing its skill in a hundred _désinvoltures_ and daring tricks, the little friend of the flag had come hither among her half-savage warriors, whose red robes surrounded her like a sea of blood. and on a sea of blood she, the child of war, had floated, never sinking in that awful flood, but buoyant ever above its darkest waves, catching ever some ray of sunlight upon her fair young head, and being oftentimes like a star of hope to those over whom its dreaded waters closed. therefore they loved her, these grim, slaughterous, and lustful warriors, to whom no other thing of womanhood was sacred, by whom in their wrath or their crime no friend and no brother was spared, whose law was license, and whose mercy was murder. they loved her, these brutes whose greed was like the tiger's, whose hate was like the devouring flame; and any who should have harmed a single lock of her curling hair would have had the spears of the african mussulmans buried by the score in his body. they loved her, with the one fond triumphant love these vultures of the army ever knew; and to-day they gloried in her with fierce passionate delight. to-day she was to her wild wolves of africa what jeanne of vaucouleurs was to her brethren of france. and to-day was the crown of her young life. it is given to most, if the desire of their soul ever become theirs, to possess it only when long and weary and fainting toil has brought them to its goal; when beholding the golden fruit so far off, through so dreary a pilgrimage, dulls its bloom as they approach; when having so long centred all their thoughts and hopes in the denied possession of that one fair thing, they find but little beauty in it when that possession is granted to satiate their love. but thrice happy, and few as happy, are they to whom the dream of their youth is fulfilled _in_ their youth, to whom their ambition comes in full sweet fruitage, while yet the colours of glory have not faded to the young, eager, longing eyes that watch its advent. and of these was cigarette. in the fair, slight, girlish body of the child-soldier there lived a courage as daring as danton's, a patriotism as pure as vergniaud's, a soul as aspiring as napoleon's. untaught, untutored, uninspired by poet's words or patriot's bidding, spontaneous as the rising and the blossoming of some wind-sown, sun-fed flower, there was, in this child of the battle and the razzia, the spirit of genius, the desire to live and to die greatly. it was unreasoned on, it was felt, not thought, it was often drowned in the gaiety of young laughter, and the ribaldry of military jest, it was often obscured by noxious influence, and stifled beneath the fumes of lawless pleasure; but there, ever, in the soul and the heart of cigarette, dwelt the germ of a pure ambition--the ambition to do some noble thing for france, and leave her name upon her soldiers' lips, a watchword and a rallying-cry for evermore. to be for ever a beloved tradition in the army of her country, to have her name remembered in the roll-call as "_mort sur le champ d'honneur_;" to be once shrined in the love and honour of france, cigarette--full of the boundless joys of life that knew no weakness and no pain, strong as the young goat, happy as the young lamb, careless as the young flower tossing on the summer breeze--cigarette would have died contentedly. and now, living, some measure of this desire had been fulfilled to her, some breath of this imperishable glory had passed over her. france had heard the story of zaraila; from the throne a message had been passed to her; what was far beyond all else to her, her own army of africa had crowned her, and thanked her, and adored her as with one voice, and wheresoever she passed the wild cheers rang through the roar of musketry, as through the silence of sunny air, and throughout the regiments every sword would have sprung from its scabbard in her defence if she had but lifted her hand and said one word--"zaraila!" the army looked on her with delight now. in all that mute, still, immovable mass that stretched out so far, in such gorgeous array, there was not one man whose eyes did not turn on her, whose pride did not centre in her--their little one who was so wholly theirs, and who had been under the shadow of their flag ever since the curls, so dark now, had been yellow as wheat in her infancy. the flag had been her shelter, her guardian, her plaything, her idol; the flutter of the striped folds had been the first thing at which her childish eyes had laughed; the preservation of its colours from the sacrilege of an enemy's touch had been her religion, a religion whose true following was, in her sight, salvation of the worst and the most worthless life; and that flag she had saved, and borne aloft in victory at zaraila. there was not one in all those hosts whose eyes did not turn on her with gratitude, and reverence, and delight in her as their own. but she had scarce time even for that flash of pain to quiver in impotent impatience through her. the trumpets sounded, the salvoes of artillery pealed out, the lances and the swords were carried up in salute; on to the ground rode the marshal of france, who represented the imperial will and presence, surrounded by his staff, by generals of division and brigade, by officers of rank, and by some few civilian riders. an _aide_ galloped up to her where she stood with the corps of her spahis, and gave her his orders. the little one nodded carelessly, and touched etoile-filante with the prick of the spur. like lightning the animal bounded forth from the ranks, rearing and plunging, and swerving from side to side, while his rider, with exquisite grace and address, kept her seat like the little semi-arab that she was, and with a thousand curves and bounds cantered down the line of the gathered troops, with the west wind blowing from the far-distant sea, and fanning her bright cheeks till they wore the soft scarlet flush of the glowing japonica flower. and all down the ranks a low, hoarse, strange, longing murmur went--the buzz of the voices which, but that discipline suppressed them, would have broken out in worshipping acclamations. as carelessly as though she reined up before the _café_ door of the _as de pique_, she arrested her horse before the great marshal who was the impersonation of authority, and put her hand up in the salute, with her saucy wayward laugh. he was the impersonation of that vast, silent, awful, irresponsible power which, under the name of the second empire, stretched its hand of iron across the sea, and forced the soldiers of france down into nameless graves, with the desert sand choking their mouths; but he was no more to cigarette than any drummer-boy that might be present. she had all the contempt for the laws of rank of your thorough inborn democrat, all the gay _insouciant_ indifference to station of the really free and untrammelled nature; and, in her sight, a dying soldier, lying quietly in a ditch to perish of shot-wounds without a word or a moan, was greater than all messieurs les maréchaux glittering in their stars and orders. as for impressing her, or hoping to impress her, with rank--pooh! you might as well have bid the sailing clouds pause in their floating passage because they came between royalty and the sun. all the sovereigns of europe would have awed cigarette not one whit more than a gathering of muleteers. "allied sovereigns--bah!" she would have said, "what did that mean in ' ? a chorus of magpies chattering over one stricken eagle!" so she reined up before the marshal and his staff, and the few great personages whom algeria could bring around them, as indifferently as she had many a time reined up before a knot of grim turcos, smoking under a barrack-gate. _he_ was nothing to her; it was her army that crowned her. "the generalissimo is the poppy-head, the men are the wheat; lay every ear of the wheat low, and of what use is the towering poppy that blazed so grand in the sun?" cigarette would say with metaphorical unction, forgetful, like most allegorists, that her fable was one-sided and unjust in figure and deduction. nevertheless, despite her gay contempt for rank, her heart beat fast under its golden-laced jacket as she reined up etoile and saluted. in that hot clear sun all the eyes of that immense host were fastened on her, and the hour of her longing desire was come at last. france had recognised that she had done greatly, and france, through the voice of this, its chief, spoke to her--france, her beloved, and her guiding-star, for whose sake the young brave soul within her would have dared and have endured all things. there was a group before her, large and brilliant, but at them cigarette never looked; what she saw were the sunburnt faces of her "children," of men who, in the majority, were old enough to be her grandsires, who had been with her through so many darksome hours, and whose black and rugged features lightened and grew tender whenever they looked upon their little one. for the moment she felt giddy with sweet fiery joy; they were here to behold her thanked in the name of france. the marshal, in advance of all his staff, touched his plumed hat and bowed to his saddle-bow as he faced her. he knew her well by sight, this pretty child of his army of africa, who had, before then, suppressed mutiny like a veteran, and led the charge like a murat--this kitten with a lion's heart, this humming-bird with an eagle's swoop. "mademoiselle," he commenced, while his voice, well skilled to such work, echoed to the farthest end of the long lines of troops, "i have the honour to discharge to-day the happiest duty of my life. in conveying to you the expression of the emperor's approval of your noble conduct in the present campaign, i express the sentiments of the whole army. your action on the day of zaraila was as brilliant in conception as it was great in execution; and the courage you displayed was only equalled by your patriotism. may the soldiers of many wars remember you and emulate you. in the name of france, i thank you. in the name of the emperor, i bring to you the cross of the legion of honour." as the brief and soldierly words rolled down the ranks of the listening regiments, he stooped forward from his saddle and fastened the red ribbon on her breast; while from the whole gathered mass, watching, hearing, waiting breathlessly to give their tribute of applause to their darling also, a great shout rose as with one voice, strong, full, echoing over and over again across the plains in thunder that joined her name with the name of france and of napoleon, and hurled it upward in fierce tumultuous idolatrous love to those cruel cloudless skies that shone above the dead. she was their child, their treasure, their idol, their young leader in war, their young angel in suffering; she was all their own, knowing with them one common mother--france. honour to her was honour to them; they gloried with heart and soul in this bright young fearless life that had been among them ever since her infant feet had waded through the blood of slaughter-fields, and her infant lips had laughed to see the tricolour float in the sun above the smoke of battle. and as she heard, her face became very pale, her large eyes grew dim and very soft, her mirthful mouth trembled with the pain of a too intense joy. she lifted her head, and all the unutterable love she bore her country and her people thrilled through the music of her voice: "_français!--ce n'était rien!_" that was all she said; in that one first word of their common nationality, she spoke alike to the marshal of the empire and to the conscript of the ranks. "français!" that one title made them all equal in her sight; whoever claimed it was honoured in her eyes, and was precious to her heart, and when she answered them that it was nothing, this thing which they glorified in her, she answered but what seemed the simple truth in her code. she would have thought it "nothing" to have perished by shot, or steel, or flame, in day-long torture, for that one fair sake of france. vain in all else, and to all else wayward, here she was docile and submissive as the most patient child; here she deemed the greatest and the hardest thing that she could ever do far less than all that she would willingly have done. and as she looked upon the host whose thousand and ten thousand voices rang up to the noonday sun in her homage, and in hers alone, a light like a glory beamed upon her face, that for once was white and still and very grave;--none who saw her face then, ever forgot that look. in that moment she touched the full sweetness of a proud and pure ambition, attained and possessed in all its intensity, in all its perfect splendour. in that moment she knew that divine hour which, born of a people's love and of the impossible desires of genius in its youth, comes to so few human lives--knew that which was known to the young napoleon when, in the hot hush of the nights of july, france welcomed the conqueror of italy. * * * she longed to do as some girl of whom she had once been told by an old invalide had done in the ' --a girl of the people, a fisher-girl of the cannébière who had loved one above her rank, a noble who deserted her for a woman of his own order, a beautiful, soft-skinned, lily-like scornful aristocrat, with the silver ring of merciless laughter, and the languid lustre of sweet contemptuous eyes. the marseillaise bore her wrong in silence--she was a daughter of the south and of the populace, with a dark, brooding, burning beauty, strong and fierce, and braced with the salt lashing of the sea and with the keen breath of the stormy mistral. she held her peace while the great lady was wooed and won, while the marriage joys came with the purple vintage time, while the people were made drunk at the bridal of their _châtelaine_ in those hot, ruddy, luscious autumn days. she held her peace; and the terror came, and the streets of the city by the sea ran blood, and the scorch of the sun blazed, every noon, on the scaffold. then she had her vengeance. she stood and saw the axe fall down on the proud snow-white neck that never had bent till it bent there, and she drew the severed head into her own bronzed hands and smote the lips his lips had kissed, a cruel blow that blurred their beauty out, and twined a fish-hook in the long and glistening hair, and drew it, laughing as she went, through dust, and mire, and gore, and over the rough stones of the town, and through the shouting crowds of the multitudes, and tossed it out on to the sea, laughing still as the waves flung it out from billow to billow, and the fish sucked it down to make their feast. "_voilà tes secondes noces!_" she cried where she stood, and laughed by the side of the gray angry water, watching the tresses of the floating hair sink downward like a heap of sea-tossed weed. * * * "there is only one thing worth doing--to die greatly!" thought the aching heart of the child-soldier, unconsciously returning to the only end that the genius and the greatness of greece could find as issue to the terrible jest, the mysterious despair, of all existence. * * * a very old man--one who had been a conscript in the bands of young france, and marched from his pyrenéan village to the battle-tramp of the marseillaise, and charged with the enfans de paris across the plains of gemappes; who had known the passage of the alps, and lifted the long curls from the dead brow of désaix, at marengo, and seen in the sultry noonday dust of a glorious summer the guard march into paris, while the people laughed and wept with joy, surging like the mighty sea around one pale frail form, so young by years, so absolute by genius. a very old man; long broken with poverty, with pain, with bereavement, with extreme old age; and by a long course of cruel accidents, alone, here in africa, without one left of the friends of his youth, or of the children of his name, and deprived even of the charities due from his country to his services--alone save for the little friend of the flag, who, for four years, had kept him on the proceeds of her wine trade, in this moorish attic, tending him herself when in town, taking heed that he should want for nothing when she was campaigning. she hid, as her lawless courage would not have stooped to hide a sin, had she chosen to commit one, this compassion which she, the young _condottiera_ of algeria, showed with so tender a charity to the soldier of bonaparte. to him, moreover, her fiery imperious voice was gentle as the dove, her wayward dominant will was pliant as the reed, her contemptuous sceptic spirit was reverent as a child's before an altar. in her sight the survivor of the army of italy was sacred; sacred the eyes which, when full of light, had seen the sun glitter on the breastplates of the hussars of murat, the dragoons of kellerman, the cuirassiers of milhaud; sacred the hands which, when nervous with youth, had borne the standard of the republic victorious against the gathered teuton host in the thermopylæ of champagne; sacred the ears which, when quick to hear, had heard the thunder of arcola, of lodi, of rivoli, and, above even the tempest of war, the clear, still voice of napoleon; sacred the lips which, when their beard was dark in the fulness of manhood, had quivered, as with a woman's weeping, at the farewell in the spring night in the moonlit cour des adieux. cigarette had a religion of her own; and followed it more closely than most disciples follow other creeds. * * * the way was long; the road ill-formed, leading for the most part across a sere and desolate country, with nothing to relieve its barrenness except long stretches of the great spear-headed reeds. at noon the heat was intense; the little cavalcade halted for half an hour under the shade of some black towering rocks which broke the monotony of the district, and commenced a more hilly and more picturesque portion of the country. cigarette came to the side of the temporary ambulance in which cecil was placed. he was asleep--sleeping for once peacefully with little trace of pain upon his features, as he had slept the previous night. she saw that his face and chest had not been touched by the stinging insect-swarm; he was doubly screened by a shirt hung above him dexterously on some bent sticks. "who has done that?" thought cigarette. as she glanced round she saw--without any linen to cover him, zackrist had reared himself up and leaned slightly forward over against his comrade. the shirt that protected cecil was his; and on his own bare shoulders and mighty chest the tiny armies of the flies and gnats were fastened, doing their will uninterrupted. as he caught her glance, a sullen ruddy glow of shame shone through the black hard skin of his sunburnt visage--shame to which he had been never touched when discovered in any one of his guilty and barbarous actions. "_dame!_" he growled savagely; "he gave me his wine; one must do something in return. not that i feel the insects--not i; my skin is leather, see you; they can't get through it; but his is _peau de femme_--white and soft--bah! like tissue paper!" "i see, zackrist; you are right. a french soldier can never take a kindness from an english fellow without outrunning him in generosity. look--here is some drink for you." she knew too well the strange nature with which she had to deal to say a syllable of praise to him for his self-devotion, or to appear to see that, despite his boast of his leather skin, the stings of the cruel winged tribes were drawing his blood and causing him alike pain and irritation which, under that sun, and added to the torment of his gunshot wound, were a martyrdom as great as the noblest saint ever endured. "_tiens! tiens!_ i did him wrong," murmured cigarette. "that is what they are--the children of france--even when they are at their worst, like that devil, zackrist. who dare say they are not the heroes of the world?" and all through the march she gave zackrist a double portion of her water dashed with red wine, that was so welcome and so precious to the parched and aching throats; and all through the march cecil lay asleep, and the man who had thieved from him, the man whose soul was stained with murder, and pillage, and rapine, sat erect beside him, letting the insects suck his veins and pierce his flesh. it was only when they drew near the camp of the main army that zackrist beat off the swarm and drew his old shirt over his head. "you do not want to say anything to him," he muttered to cigarette. "i am of leather, you know; i have not felt it." she nodded; she understood him. yet his shoulders and his chest were well-nigh flayed, despite the tough and horny skin of which he made his boast. "_dieu!_ we are droll!" mused cigarette. "if we do a good thing, we hide it as if it were a bit of stolen meat, we are so afraid it should be found out; but, if they do one in the world there, they bray it at the tops of their voices from the houses' roofs, and run all down the streets screaming about it for fear it should be lost. _dieu!_ we are droll!" and she dashed the spurs into her mare and galloped off at the height of her speed into camp--a very city of canvas, buzzing with the hum of life, regulated with the marvellous skill and precision of french warfare, yet with the carelessness and the picturesqueness of the desert-life pervading it. * * * like wave rushing on wave of some tempestuous ocean, the men swept out to meet her in one great surging tide of life, impetuous, passionate, idolatrous, exultant, with all the vivid ardour, all the uncontrolled emotion, of natures south-born, sun-nurtured. they broke away from their mid-day rest as from their military toil, moved as by one swift breath of fire, and flung themselves out to meet her, the chorus of a thousand voices ringing in deafening _vivas_ to the skies. she was enveloped in that vast sea of eager, furious lives, in that dizzy tumult of vociferous cries, and stretching hands, and upturned faces. as her soldiers had done the night before, so these did now--kissing her hands, her dress, her feet, sending her name in thunder through the sunlit air, lifting her from off her horse, and bearing her, in a score of stalwart arms, triumphant in their midst. she was theirs--their own--the child of the army, the little one whose voice above their dying brethren had the sweetness of an angel's song, and whose feet, in their hours of revelry, flew like the swift and dazzling flight of gold-winged orioles. and she had saved the honour of their eagles; she had given to them and to france their god of victory. they loved her--o god, how they loved her!--with that intense, breathless, intoxicating love of a multitude which, though it may stone to-morrow what it adores to-day, has yet for those on whom it has once been given thus a power no other love can know--a passion unutterably sad, deliriously strong. that passion moved her strangely. as she looked down upon them, she knew that not one man breathed among that tumultuous mass but would have died that moment at her word; not one mouth moved among that countless host but breathed her name in pride, and love, and honour. she might be a careless young coquette, a lawless little brigand, a child of sunny caprices, an elf of dauntless mischief; but she was more than these. the divine fire of genius had touched her, and cigarette would have perished for her country not less surely than jeanne d'arc. the holiness of an impersonal love, the glow of an imperishable patriotism, the melancholy of a passionate pity for the concrete and unnumbered sufferings of the people were in her, instinctive and inborn, as fragrance in the heart of flowers. and all these together moved her now, and made her young face beautiful as she looked down upon the crowded soldiery. "it was nothing," she answered them; "it was nothing. it was for france." for france! they shouted back the beloved word with tenfold joy; and the great sea of life beneath her tossed to and fro in stormy triumph, in frantic paradise of victory, ringing her name with that of france upon the air, in thunder-shouts like spears of steel smiting on shields of bronze. but she stretched her hand out, and swept it backward to the desert-border of the south with a gesture that had awe for them. "hush!" she said softly, with an accent in her voice that hushed the riot of their rejoicing homage till it lulled like the lull in a storm. "give me no honour while _they_ sleep yonder. with the dead lies the glory!" * * * thoughts are very good grain, but if they are not whirled round, round, round, and winnowed and ground in the millstones of talk, they remain little, hard, useless kernels, that not a soul can digest. * * * love was all very well, so cigarette's philosophy had always reckoned; a chocolate bonbon, a firework, a bagatelle, a draught of champagne, to flavour an idle moment. "_vin et vénus_" she had always been accustomed to see worshipped together, as became their alliterative; it was a bit of fun--that was all. a passion that had pain in it had never touched the little one; she had disdained it with lightest, airiest contumely. "if your sweetmeat has a bitter almond in it, eat the sugar, and throw the almond away, you goose! that is simple enough, isn't it? bah! i don't pity the people who eat the bitter almond; not i--_ce sont bien bêtes, ces gens!_" she had said once, when arguing with an officer on the absurdity of a melancholy love which possessed him, and whose sadness she rallied most unmercifully. now, for once in her young life, the child of france found that it was remotely possible to meet with almonds so bitter that the taste will remain and taint all things, do what philosophy may to throw its acridity aside. * * * there were before them death, deprivation, long days of famine, long days of drought and thirst; parching sun-baked roads; bitter chilly nights; fiery furnace-blasts of sirocco; killing, pitiless, northern winds; hunger, only sharpened by a snatch of raw meat or a handful of maize; and the probabilities, ten to one, of being thrust under the sand to rot, or left to have their skeletons picked clean by the vultures. but what of that? there were also the wild delight of combat, the freedom of lawless warfare, the joy of deep strokes thrust home, the chance of plunder, of wine-skins, of cattle, of women; above all, that lust for slaughter which burns so deep down in the hidden souls of men, and gives them such brotherhood with wolf and vulture, and tiger, when once its flames burst forth. * * * the levelled carbines covered him; he stood erect with his face full toward the sun; ere they could fire, a shrill cry pierced the air-- "wait! in the name of france." dismounted, breathless, staggering, with her arms flung upward, and her face bloodless with fear, cigarette appeared upon the ridge of rising ground. the cry of command pealed out upon the silence in the voice that the army of africa loved as the voice of their little one. and the cry came too late; the volley was fired, the crash of sound thrilled across the words that bade them pause, the heavy smoke rolled out upon the air, the death that was doomed was dealt. but beyond the smoke-cloud he staggered slightly, and then stood erect still, almost unharmed, grazed only by some few of the balls. the flash of fire was not so fleet as the swiftness of her love; and on his breast she threw herself, and flung her arms about him, and turned her head backward with her old dauntless sunlit smile as the balls pierced her bosom, and broke her limbs, and were turned away by that shield of warm young life from him. her arms were gliding from about his neck, and her shot limbs were sinking to the earth as he caught her up where she dropped to his feet. "o god! my child! they have killed you!" he suffered more, as the cry broke from him, than if the bullets had brought him that death which he saw at one glance had stricken down for ever all the glory of her childhood, all the gladness of her youth. she laughed--all the clear, imperious, arch laughter of her sunniest hours unchanged. "chut! it is the powder and ball of france! _that_ does not hurt. if it were an arbico's bullet now! but wait! here is the marshal's order. he suspends your sentence; i have told him all. you are safe!--do you hear?--you are safe! how he looks! is he grieved to live? _mes français!_ tell him clearer than i can tell--here is the order. the general must have it. no--not out of my hand till the general sees it. fetch him, some of you--fetch him to me." "great heaven! you have given your life for mine!" the words broke from him in an agony as he held her upward against his heart, himself so blind, so stunned, with the sudden recall from death to life, and with the sacrifice whereby life was thus brought to him, that he could scarce see her face, scarce hear her voice, but only dimly, incredulously, terribly knew, in some vague sense, that she was dying, and dying thus for him. she smiled up in his eyes, while even in that moment, when her life was broken down like a wounded bird's, and the shots had pierced through from her shoulder to her bosom, a hot scarlet flush came over her cheeks as she felt his touch and rested on his heart. "a life! _tiens!_ what is it to give? we hold it in our hands every hour, we soldiers, and toss it in change for a draught of wine. lay me down on the ground--at your feet--so! i shall live longest that way, and i have much to tell. how they crowd around me! _mes soldats_, do not make that grief and that rage over me. they are sorry they fired; that is foolish. they were only doing their duty, and they could not hear me in time." but the brave words could not console those who had killed the child of the tricolour; they flung their carbines away, they beat their breasts, they cursed themselves and the mother who had borne them; the silent, rigid, motionless phalanx that had stood there in the dawn to see death dealt in the inexorable penalty of the law was broken up into a tumultuous, breathless, heart-stricken, infuriated throng, maddened with remorse, convulsed with sorrow, turning wild eyes of hate on him as on the cause through which their darling had been stricken. he, laying her down with unspeakable gentleness as she had bidden him, hung over her, leaning her head against his arm, and watching in paralysed horror the helplessness of the quivering limbs, the slow flowing of the blood beneath the cross that shone where that young heroic heart so soon would beat no more. "oh, my child, my child!" he moaned, as the full might and meaning of this devotion which had saved him at such cost rushed on him. "what am i worth that you should perish for me? better a thousand times have left me to my fate! such nobility, such sacrifice, such love!" the hot colour flushed her face once more; she was strong to the last to conceal that passion for which she was still content to perish in her youth. "chut! we are comrades, and you are a brave man. i would do the same for any of my spahis. look you, i never heard of your arrest till i heard too of your sentence"---- she paused a moment, and her features grew white, and quivered with pain and with the oppression that seemed to lie like lead upon her chest. but she forced herself to be stronger than the anguish which assailed her strength; and she motioned them all to be silent as she spoke on while her voice still should serve her. "they will tell you how i did it--i have not time. the marshal gave his word you shall be saved; there is no fear. that is your friend who bends over me here?--is it not? a fair face, a brave face! you will go back to your land--you will live among your own people--and _she_, she will love you now--now she knows you are of her order!" something of the old thrill of jealous dread and hate quivered through the words, but the purer, nobler nature vanquished it; she smiled up in his eyes, heedless of the tumult round them. "you will be happy. that is well. look you--it is nothing that i did. i would have done it for any one of my soldiers. and for this"--she touched the blood flowing from her side with the old, bright, brave smile--"it was an accident; they must not grieve for it. my men are good to me; they will feel such regret and remorse; but do not let them. i am glad to die." the words were unwavering and heroic, but for one moment a convulsion went over her face; the young life was so strong in her, the young spirit was so joyous in her, existence was so new, so fresh, so bright, so dauntless a thing to cigarette. she loved life: the darkness, the loneliness, the annihilation of death were horrible to her as the blackness and the solitude of night to a young child. death, like night, can be welcome only to the weary, and she was weary of nothing on the earth that bore her buoyant steps; the suns, the winds, the delights of the sights, the joys of the senses, the music of her own laughter, the mere pleasure of the air upon her cheeks, or of the blue sky above her head, were all so sweet to her. her welcome of her death-shot was the only untruth that had ever soiled her fearless lips. death was terrible; yet she was content--content to have come to it for his sake. there was a ghastly stricken silence round her. the order she had brought had just been glanced at, but no other thought was with the most callous there than the heroism of her act, than the martyrdom of her death. the colour was fast passing from her lips, and a mortal pallor settling there in the stead of that rich bright hue, once warm as the scarlet heart of the pomegranate. her head leant back on cecil's breast, and she felt the great burning tears fall one by one upon her brow as he hung speechless over her; she put her hand upward and touched his eyes softly. "chut! what is it to die--just to die? you have _lived_ your martyrdom; i could not have done that. listen, just one moment. you will be rich. take care of the old man--he will not trouble long--and of vole-qui-veut and etoile, and boule blanche, and the rat, and all the dogs, will you? they will show you the château de cigarette in algiers. i should not like to think that they would starve." she felt his lips move with the promise he could not find voice to utter; and she thanked him with that old child-like smile that had lost nothing of its light. "that is good; they will be happy with you. and see here;--that arab must have back his white horse: he alone saved you. have heed that they spare him. and make my grave somewhere where my army passes; where i can hear the trumpets, and the arms, and the passage of the troops--o god! i forgot! i shall not wake when the bugles sound. it will all _end_ now, will it not? that is horrible, horrible!" a shudder shook her as, for the moment, the full sense that all her glowing, redundant, sunlit, passionate life was crushed out for ever from its place upon the earth forced itself on and overwhelmed her. but she was of too brave a mould to suffer any foe--even the foe that conquers kings--to have power to appal her. she raised herself, and looked at the soldiery around her, among them the men whose carbines had killed her, whose anguish was like the heartrending anguish of women. "mes français! that was a foolish word of mine. how many of my bravest have fallen in death; and shall i be afraid of what they welcomed? do not grieve like that. you could not help it; you were doing your duty. if the shots had not come to me, they would have gone to him; and he has been unhappy so long, and borne wrong so patiently, he has earned the right to live and enjoy. now i--i have been happy all my days, like a bird, like a kitten, like a foal, just from being young and taking no thought. i should have had to suffer if i had lived; it is much best as it is"---- her voice failed her when she had spoken the heroic words; loss of blood was fast draining all strength from her, and she quivered in a torture she could not wholly conceal; he for whom she perished hung over her in an agony greater far than hers; it seemed a hideous dream to him that this child lay dying in his stead. "can nothing save her?" he cried aloud. "o god! that you had fired one moment sooner!" she heard; and looked up at him with a look in which all the passionate, hopeless, imperishable love she had resisted and concealed so long spoke with an intensity she never dreamed. "she is content," she whispered softly. "you did not understand her rightly; that was all." "_all!_ o god! how i have wronged you!" the full strength, and nobility, and devotion of this passion he had disbelieved in and neglected rushed on him as he met her eyes; for the first time he saw her as she was, for the first time he saw all of which the splendid heroism of this untrained nature would have been capable under a different fate. and it struck him suddenly, heavily, as with a blow; it filled him with a passion of remorse. "my darling!--my darling! what have i done to be worthy of such love?" he murmured, while the tears fell from his blinded eyes, and his head drooped until his lips met hers. at the first utterance of that word between them, at the unconscious tenderness of his kisses that had the anguish of a farewell in them, the colour suddenly flushed all over her blanched face; she trembled in his arms; and a great shivering sigh ran through her. it came too late, this warmth of love. she learned what its sweetness might have been only when her lips grew numb, and her eyes sightless, and her heart without pulse, and her senses without consciousness. "hush!" she answered, with a look that pierced his soul. "keep those kisses for miladi. she will have the right to love you; she is of your '_aristocrates_,' she is not 'unsexed.' as for me,--i am only a little trooper who has saved my comrade! my soldiers, come round me one instant; i shall not long find words." her eyes closed as she spoke; a deadly faintness and coldness passed over her; and she gasped for breath. a moment, and the resolute courage in her conquered: her eyes opened and rested on the war-worn faces of her "children"--rested in a long-lost look of unspeakable wistfulness and tenderness. "i cannot speak as i would," she said at length, while her voice grew very faint. "but i have loved you. all is said!" all was uttered in those four brief words. "she had loved them." the whole story of her young life was told in the single phrase. and the gaunt, battle-scarred, murderous, ruthless veterans of africa who heard her could have turned their weapons against their own breasts, and sheathed them there, rather than have looked on to see their darling die. "i have been too quick in anger sometimes--forgive it," she said gently. "and do not fight and curse among yourselves; it is bad amid brethren. bury my cross with me, if they will let you; and let the colours be over my grave, if you can. think of me when you go into battle; and tell them in france"---- for the first time her own eyes filled with great tears as the name of her beloved land paused upon her lips; she stretched her arms out with a gesture of infinite longing, like a lost child that vainly seeks its mother. "if i could only see france once more! france"---- it was the last word upon her utterance; her eyes met cecil's in one fleeting upward glance of unutterable tenderness; then with her hands still stretched out westward to where her country was, and with the dauntless heroism of her smile upon her face like light, she gave a tired sigh as of a child that sinks to sleep, and in the midst of her army of africa the little one lay dead. _strathmore._ the sun was setting, sinking downward beyond purple bars of cloud, and leaving a long golden trail behind it in its track--sinking slowly and solemnly towards the west as the day declined, without rest, yet without haste, as though to give to all the sons of earth warning and time to leave no evil rooted, no bitterness unhealed, no feud to ripen, and no crime to bring forth seed, when the day should have passed away to be numbered with hours irrevocable, and the night should cast its pall over the dark deeds done, and seal their graves never to be unclosed. the sun was setting, and shedding its rich and yellow light over the green earth, on the winding waters, and the blue hills afar off, and down the thousand leafy aisles close by; but to one place that warm radiance wandered not, in one spot the rays did not play, the glory did not enter. that place was the deer-pond of the old bois, where the dark plants brooding on the fetid waters, which only stirred with noisome things, had washed against the floating hair of lifeless women, and the sombre branches of the crowding trees had been dragged earthward by the lifeless weight of the self-slain, till the air seemed to be poisonous with death, and the grasses, as they moved, to whisper to the winds dread secrets of the past. and here the light of the summer evening did not come, but only through the leafless boughs of one seared tree, which broke and parted the dark barrier of forest growth, they saw the west, and the sun declining slowly in its haze of golden air, sinking downward past the bars of cloud. all was quiet, save the dull sounds of the parting waters, when some loathsome reptiles stirred among its brakes, or the hot breeze moved its pestilential plants; and in the silence they stood fronting each other; in this silence they had met, in it they would part. and there, on their right hand, through the break in the dank wall of leaves, shone the sun, looking earthward, luminous, and blinding human sight like the gaze of god. the light from the west fell upon erroll, touching the fair locks of his silken hair, and shining in his azure eyes as they looked up at the sunny skies, where a bird was soaring and circling in space, happy through its mere sense and joy of life; and on strathmore's face the deep shadows slanted, leaving it as though cast in bronze, chill and tranquil as that of an eastern kabyl, each feature set into the merciless repose of one immovable purpose. their faces were strangely contrasted, for the serenity of the one was that of a man who fearlessly awaits an inevitable doom, the serenity of the other that of a man who mercilessly deals out an implacable fate; and while in the one those present saw but the calmness of courage and of custom, in the other they vaguely shrank from a new and an awful meaning. for beneath the suave smile of the duellist they read the intent of the murderer. the night was nigh at hand, and soon the day had to be gathered to the past, such harvest garnered with it as men's hands had sown throughout its brief twelve hours, which are so short in span, yet are so long in sin. "let not the sun go down upon your wrath." there, across the west, in letters of flame, the warning of the hebrew scroll was written on the purple skies; but he who should have read them stood immutable yet insatiate, with the gleam of a tiger's lust burning in his eyes--the lust when it scents blood; the lust that only slakes its thirst in life. they fronted one another, those who had lived as brothers; while at their feet babbled the poisonous waters, and on their right hand shone the evening splendour of the sun. "one!" the word fell down upon the silence, and the hiss of a shrill cicada echoed to it like a devil's laugh. their eyes met, and in the gaze of the one was a compassionate pardon, but in the gaze of the other a relentless lust. and the sun sank slowly downward beyond the barrier of purple cloud, passing away from earth. "two!" again the single word dropped out upon the stillness, marking the flight of the seconds; again the hoot of the cicada echoed it, laughing hideously from its noisome marsh. and the sun sank slowly, still slowly, nearer and nearer to its shroud of mist, bearing with it all that lingered of the day. "three!" the white death-signal flickered in the breeze, and the last golden rays of the sun were still above the edge of the storm-cloud. there was yet time. but the warning was not read: there was the assassin's devilish greed within strathmore's soul, the assassin's devilish smile upon his lips; the calmness of his face never changed, the tranquil pulse of his wrist never quickened, the remorseless gleam of his eyes never softened. it was for him to fire first, and the doom written in his look never relaxed. he turned--in seeming carelessness, as you may turn to aim at carrion bird--but his shot sped home. one moment erroll stood erect, his fair hair blowing in the wind, his eyes full open to the light; then--he reeled slightly backward, raised his right arm, and fired in the air! the bullet flew far and harmless amidst the forest foliage, his arm dropped, and without sign or sound he fell down upon the sodden turf, his head striking against the earth with a dull echo, his hands drawing up the rank herbage by the roots, as they closed convulsively in one brief spasm. he was shot through the heart. and the sun sank out of sight, leaving a dusky, sultry gloom to brood over the noxious brakes and sullen stagnant waters, leaving the world to night, as fitting watch and shroud of crime; and those who stood there were stricken with a ghastly horror, were paralysed by a vague and sudden awe, for they knew that they were in the presence of death, and that the hand which had dealt it was the hand of his chosen friend. but he, who had slain him, more coldly, more pitilessly than the merciful amongst us would slay a dog, stood unmoved in the shadow, with his ruthless calm, his deadly serenity, which had no remorse as it had had no mercy, while about his lips there was a cold and evil smile, and in his eyes gleamed the lurid flame of a tiger's triumph--the triumph when it has tasted blood, and slaked its thirst in life. _"voyez!--il est mort!"_ the words, uttered in his ear by valdor, were hoarse and almost tremulous; but he heard and assented to them unmoved. an exultant light shone and glittered in his eyes; he had avenged himself and her! life was the sole price that his revenge had set; his purpose had been as iron, and his soul was as bronze. he went nearer, leisurely, and stooped and looked at the work of his hand. in the gloom the dark-red blood could yet be clearly seen, slowly welling out and staining the clotted herbage as it flowed, while one stray gleam of light still stole across, as if in love and pity, and played about the long fair hair which trailed amidst the grass. life still lingered, faintly, flickeringly, as though both to leave for ever that which one brief moment before had been instinct with all its richest glory; the eyes opened wide once more, and looked up to the evening skies with a wild, delirious, appealing pain, and the lips which were growing white and drawn moved in a gasping prayer: "oh, god! i forgive--i forgive. he did not know"---- then his head fell back, and his eyes gazed upward without sight or sense, and murmuring low a woman's name, "lucille! lucille!" while one last breath shivered like a deep-drawn sigh through all his frame--he died. and his murderer stood by to see the shudder convulse the rigid limbs, and count each lingering pang--calm, pitiless, unmoved, his face so serene in its chill indifference, its brutal and unnatural tranquillity, whilst beneath the drooped lids his eyes watched with the dark glitter of a triumphant vengeance the last agony of the man whom he had loved, that the two who were with him in this ghastly hour shrank involuntarily from his side, awed more by the living than the dead. almost unconsciously they watched him, fascinated basilisk-wise, as he stooped and severed a long flake of hair that was soiled by the dank earth and wet with the dew: unarrested they let him turn away with the golden lock in his hand and the fatal calm on his face, and move to the spot where his horse was waiting. the beat of the hoofs rang muffled on the turf, growing fainter and fainter as the gallop receded. strathmore rode to her whose bidding had steeled his arm, and whose soft embrace would be his reward; rode swift and hard, with his hand closing fast on the promised pledge of his vengeance; while behind him, in the shadows of the falling night, lay a man whom he had once loved, whom he had now slain, with the light of early stars breaking pale and cold, to shine upon the oozing blood as it trailed slowly in its death-stream through the grasses, staining red the arid turf. and the sun had gone down upon his wrath. * * * mes frères! it is well for us that we are no seers! were we cursed with prevision, could we know how, when the idle trifle of the present hour shall have been forged into a link of the past, it will stretch out and bind captive the whole future in its bonds, we should be paralysed, hopeless, powerless, old ere we were young! it is well for us that we are no seers. were we cursed with second sight, we should see the white shroud breast-high above the living man, the phosphor light of death gleaming on the youthful radiant face, the feathery seed, lightly sown, bearing in it the germ of the upas-tree; the idle careless word, daily uttered, carrying in its womb the future bane of a lifetime; we should see these things till we sickened, and reeled, and grew blind with pain before the ghastly face of the future, as men in ancient days before the loathsome visage of the medusa! * * * contretemps generally have some saving crumbs of consolation for those who laugh at fate, and look good-humouredly for them; life's only evil to him who wears it awkwardly, and philosophic resignation works as many miracles as harlequin; grumble, and you go to the dogs in a wretched style; make _mots_ on your own misery, and you've no idea how pleasant a _trajet_ even drifting "to the bad" may become. * * * the statue that strathmore at once moulded and marred was his life: the statue which we all, as we sketch it, endow with the strength of the milo, the glory of the belvedere, the winged brilliance of the perseus! which ever lies at its best; when the chisel has dropped from our hands, as they grow powerless and paralysed with death; like the mutilated torso; a fragment unfinished and broken, food for the ants and worms, buried in the sands that will quickly suck it down from sight or memory, with but touches of glory and of value left here and there, only faintly serving to show what _might have been_, had we had time, had we had wisdom! * * * with which satirical reflection on his times and his order drifting through his mind, strathmore's thoughts floated onward to a piece of statecraft then numbered among the delicate diplomacies and intricate embroglie of europe, whose moves absorbed him as the finesses of a problem absorb a skilful chess-player, and from thence stretched onwards to his future, in which he lived, like all men of dominant ambition, far more than he lived in his present. it was a future brilliant, secure, brightening in its lustre, and strengthening in its power, with each successive year; a future which was not to him as to most wrapped in a chiaroscuro, with but points of luminance gleaming through the mist, but in whose cold glimmering light he seemed to see clear and distinct, as we see each object of the far-off landscape stand out in the air of a winter's noon, every thread that he should gather up, every distant point to which he should pass onward; a future singular and characteristic, in which state-power was the single ambition marked out, from which the love of women was banished, in which pleasure and wealth were as little regarded as in lacedæmon, in which age would be courted, not dreaded, since with it alone would come added dominion over the minds of men, and in which, as it stretched out before him, failure and alteration were alike impossible. what, if he lived, could destroy a future that would be solely dependent on, solely ruled by, himself? by his own hand alone would his future be fashioned; would he hew out any shape save the idol that pleased him? when we hold the chisel ourselves, are we not secure to have no error in the work? is it likely that our hand will slip, that the marble we select will be dark-veined, and brittle, and impure, that the blows of the mallet will shiver our handiwork, and that when we plan a milo--god of strength--we shall but mould and sculpture out a laocoön of torture? scarcely; and strathmore held the chisel, and, certain of his own skill, was as sure of what he should make of life as benvenuto, when he bade the molten metal pour into the shape that he, master-craftsman, had fashioned, and gave to the sight of the world the winged perseus. but strathmore did not remember what cellini did--that one flaw might mar the whole! * * * in the little _millefleurs_-scented billet lay, unknown to its writer as to him, the turning-point of his life! god help us! what avail are experience, prescience, prudence, wisdom, in this world, when at every chance step the silliest trifle, the most commonplace meeting, an invitation to dinner, a turn down the wrong street, the dropping of a glove, the delay of a train, the introduction to an unnoticed stranger, will fling down every precaution, and build a fate for us of which we never dream? of what avail for us to erect our sand-castle when every chance blast of air may blow it into nothing, and drift another into form that we have no power to move? life hinges upon hazard, and at every turn wisdom is mocked by it, and energy swept aside by it, as the battled dykes are worn away, and the granite walls beaten down by the fickle ocean waves, which, never two hours together alike, never two instants without restless motion, are yet as changeless as they are capricious, as omnipotent as they are fickle, as cruel as they are countless! men and mariners may build their bulwarks, but hazard and the sea will overthrow and wear away both alike at their will--their wild and unreined will, which no foresight can foresee, no strength can bridle. was it not the mere choice between the saddle and the barouche that day when ferdinand d'orléans flung down on second thoughts his riding-whip upon the console at the tuileries, and ordered his carriage instead of his horse, that cost himself his life, his son a throne, the bourbon blood their royalty, and france for long years her progress and her peace? had he taken up his whip instead of laying it aside, he might be living to-day with the sceptre in his hand, and the bee, crushed beneath his foot, powerless to sting to the core of the lily! of all strange things in human life, there is none stranger than the dominance of chance. * * * he landed and went into silver-rest in the morning light. far as the eye could reach stretched the deep still waters of the bay; the white sails of his yacht and of the few fishing skiffs in the offing stood out distinct and glancing in the sun; over the bluffs and in all the clefts of rock the growing grass blew and flickered in the breeze; and as he crossed the sands the air was fragrant with the scent of the wild flowers that grew down to the water's edge. but to note these things a man must be in unison with the world; and to love them he must be in unison with himself. strathmore scarce saw them as he went onward. * * * if a military man's friend dies who had the step above him, his first thought is "promotion! deucedly lucky for me!" his next, "poor fellow, what a pity!" always comes two seconds after. i understand voltaire. if your companion's existence at table makes you have a dish dressed as you don't like it, you are naturally relieved if an apoplectic fit empties his chair, and sets you free to say, "_point de sauce blanche!_" all men are egotists, they only persuade themselves they are not selfish by swearing so often, that at last they believe what they say. no motive under the sun will stand the microscope; human nature, like a faded beauty, must only have a _demi-lumièr_; draw the blinds up, and the blotches come out, the wrinkles show, and the paint peels off. the beauty scolds the servants--men hiss the satirists--who dare to let in daylight! * * * the frenchwoman prides herself on being thought unfaithful to her husband; the englishwoman on being thought faithful to him; but though their theories are different, their practice comes to much the same thing. _friendship._ when zeus, half in sport and half in cruelty, made man, young hermês, who, as all olympus knew, was for ever at some piece of mischief, insisted on meddling with his father's work, and got leave to fashion the human ear out of a shell that he chanced to have by him, across which he stretched a fine cobweb that he stole from arachne. but he hollowed and twisted the shell in such a fashion that it would turn back all sounds except very loud blasts that falsehood should blow on a brazen horn, whilst the impenetrable web would keep out all such whispers as truth could send up from the depths of her well. hermês chuckled as he rounded the curves of his ear, and fastened it on to the newly-made human creature. "so shall these mortals always hear and believe the thing that is not," he said to himself in glee--knowing that the box he would give to pandora would not bear more confused and complex woes to the hapless earth than this gift of an ear to man. but he forgot himself so far that, though two ears were wanted, he only made one. apollo, passing that way, marked the blunder, and resolved to avenge the theft of his milk-white herds which had led him such a weary chase through tempe. apollo took a pearl of the sea and hollowed it, and strung across it a silver string from his own lyre, and with it gave to man one ear by which the voice of truth should reach the brain. "you have spoilt all my sport," said the boy hermes, angry and weeping. "nay," said the elder brother with a smile. "be comforted. the brazen trumpets will be sure to drown the whisper from the well, and ten thousand mortals to one, be sure, will always turn by choice your ear instead of mine." * * * women never like one another, except now and then an old woman and a young woman like you and me. they are good to one another amongst the poor, you say! oh, that i don't know anything about. they may be. barbarians always retain the savage virtues. in society women hate one another--all the more because in society they have to smile in each other's faces every night of their lives. only think what that is, my dear!--to grudge each other's conquests, to grudge each other's diamonds, to study each other's dress, to watch each other's wrinkles, to outshine each other always on every possible occasion, big or little, and yet always to be obliged to give pet names to each other, and visit each other with elaborate ceremonial--why, women _must_ hate each other! society makes them. your poor folks, i daresay, in the midst of their toiling and moiling, and scrubbing and scraping, and starving and begging, do do each other kindly turns, and put bread in each other's mouths now and then, because they can scratch each other's eyes out, and call each other hussies in the streets, any minute they like, in the most open manner. but in society women's entire life is a struggle for precedence, precedence in everything--beauty, money, rank, success, dress, everything. we have to smother hate under smiles, and envy under compliment, and while we are dying to say "you hussy," like the women in the streets, we are obliged, instead of boxing her ears, to kiss her on both cheeks, and cry, "oh, my dearest--how charming of you--so kind!" only think what all that repression means. you laugh? oh, you very clever people always do laugh at these things. but you must study society, or suffer from it, sooner or later. if you don't always strive to go out before everybody, life will end in everybody going out before you, everybody--down to the shoeblack! * * * "read!" echoed the old wise man with scorn. "o child, what use is that? read!--the inland dweller reads of the sea, and thinks he knows it, and believes it to be as a magnified duck-pond, and no more. can he tell anything of the light and the shade; of the wave and the foam; of the green that is near, of the blue that is far; of the opaline changes, now pure as a dove's throat, now warm as a flame; of the great purple depths and the fierce blinding storm; and the delight and the fear, and the hurricane rising like a horse snorting for war, and all that is known to man who goes down to the great deep in ships? passion and the sea are like one another. words shall not tell them, nor colour portray them. the kiss that burns, and the salt spray that stings--let the poet excel and the painter endeavour, yet the best they can do shall say nothing to the woman without a lover; and the landsman who knows not the sea. if you would live--love. you will live in an hour a lifetime; and you will wonder how you bore your life before. but as an artist all will be over with you--that i think." * * * what is the use of railing against society? society, after all, is only humanity _en masse_, and the opinion of it must be the opinion of the bulk of human minds. complaints against society are like the lions' against the man's picture. no doubt the lions would have painted the combat as going just the other way, but then, so long as it is the man who has the knife or the gun, and the palette and the pencil, where is the use of the lions howling about injustice? society has the knife and the pencil; that's the long and the short of it; and if people don't behave themselves they feel 'em both, and have to knock under. they're knifed first, and then caricatured--as the lions were. * * * "excelling!--it is rather a dead sea apple, i fear. the effort is happiness, but the fruit always seems poor." lady cardiff could not patiently hear such nonsense. "there you are again, my dear feminine alceste," she said irritably, "looking at things from your solitary standpoint on that rock of yours in the middle of the sea. _you_ are thinking of the excelling of genius, of the possessor of an ideal fame, of the 'huntress mightier than the moon' and _i_ am thinking of the woman who excels in society--who has the biggest diamonds, the best _chef_, the most lovers, the most _chic_ and _chien_, who leads the fashion, and condescends when she takes tea with an empress. but even from your point of view on your rock, i can't quite believe it. accomplished ambition must be agreeable. to look back and say, 'i have achieved!'--what leagues of sunlight sever that proud boast from the weary sigh, 'i have failed!' fame must console." "perhaps; but the world, at least, does its best that it should not. its glory discs are of thorns." "you mean that superiority has its attendant shadow, which is calumny? always has had, since apelles painted. what does it matter if everybody looks after you when you pass down a street, what they say when you pass?" "a malefactor may obtain that sort of flattery. i do not see the charm of it." "you are very perverse. of course i talk of an unsullied fame, not of an infamous notoriety." "fame nowadays is little else but notoriety," said etoile with a certain scorn, "and it is dearly bought, perhaps too dearly, by the sacrifice of the serenity of obscurity, the loss of the peace of private life. art is great and precious, but the pursuit of it is sadly embittered when we have become so the plaything of the public, through it, that the simplest actions of our lives are chronicled and misconstrued. you do not believe it, perhaps, but i often envy the women sitting at their cottage doors, with their little children on their knees; no one talks of _them_!" "j'ai tant de gloire, ô roi, que j'aspire au fumier!" said lady cardiff. "you are very thankless to fate, my dear, but i suppose it is always so." and lady cardiff took refuge in her cigar case, being a woman of too much experience not to know that it is quite useless to try and make converts to your opinions; and especially impossible to convince people dissatisfied with their good fortune that they ought to be charmed with it. "it is very curious," she thought when she got into her own carriage, "really it makes one believe in that odd doctrine of, what is it, compensations; but, certainly, people of great talent always are a little mad. if they're not flightily mad with eccentricity and brandy, they are morbidly mad with solitude and sentiment. now she is a great creature, really a great creature; might have the world at her feet if she liked; and all she cares for is a big dog, a bunch of roses, and some artist or poet dead and gone three hundred or three thousand years! it is very queer. it is just like that extraordinary possession of victor hugo's; with powers that might have sufficed to make ten men brilliant and comfortable, he must vex and worry about politics that didn't concern him in the least, and go and live under a skylight in the middle of the sea. it is very odd. they are never happy; but when they are unhappy, and if you tell them that addison could be a great writer, and yet live comfortably and enjoy the things of this world, they only tell you contemptuously that addison had no genius, he had only a style. i suppose he hadn't. i think if i were one of them and had to choose, i would rather have only a style too." * * * when passion and habit long lie in company it is only slowly and with incredulity that habit awakens to find its companion fled, itself alone. * * * a new acquaintance is like a new novel; you open it with expectation, but what you find there seldom makes you care to take it off the shelf another time. * * * the pity which is not born from experience is always cold. it cannot help being so. it does not understand. * * * the house she lived in was very old, and had those charming conceits, those rich shadows and depth of shade, that play of light, that variety, and that character which seem given to a dwelling-place in ages when men asked nothing better of their god than to live where their fathers had lived, and leave the old roof-tree to their children's children. the thing built yesterday, is a caravanserai: i lodge in it to-day, and you to-morrow; in an old house only can be made a home, where the blessings of the dead have rested and the memories of perfect faiths and lofty passions still abide. * * * there is so much mystery in this world, only people who lead humdrum lives will not believe it. it is a great misfortune to be born to a romantic history. the humdrum always think that you are lying. in real truth romance is common in life, commoner, perhaps, than the commonplace. but the commonplace always looks more natural. in nature there are millions of gorgeous hues to a scarcity of neutral tints; yet the pictures that are painted in sombre semi-tones and have no one positive colour in them are always pronounced the nearest to nature. when a painter sets his palette, he dares not approach the gold of the sunset and dawn, or the flame of the pomegranate and poppy. * * * this age of money, of concessions, of capitalists, and of limited liabilities, has largely produced the female financier, who thinks with m. de camors, that "_l'humanité est composée des actionnaires_." other centuries have had their especial type of womanhood; the learned and graceful _hetaira_, the saintly and ascetic recluse, the warrior of oriflamme or red rose, the _dame de beauté_, all loveliness and light, like a dewdrop, the philosophic _précieuse_, with sesquipedalian phrase, the revolutionist, half nude of body and wholly nude of mind, each in their turn have given their sign and seal to their especial century, for better or for worse. the nineteenth century has some touch of all, but its own novelty of production is the female speculator. the woman who, breathless, watches _la hausse_ and _la baisse_; whose favour can only be won by some hint in advance of the newspapers; whose heart is locked to all save golden keys; who starts banks, who concocts companies, who keeps a broker, as in the eighteenth century a woman kept a monkey, and in the twelfth a knight; whose especial art is to buy in at the right moments, and to sell out in the nick of time; who is great in railways and canals, and new bathing-places, and shares in fashionable streets; who chooses her lovers, thinking of concessions, and kisses her friends for sake of the secrets they may betray from their husbands--what other centuries may say of her who can tell? the hôtel rambouillet thought itself higher than heaven, and the generation of catherine of sienna believed her deal planks the sole highway to the throne of god. * * * proud women, and sensitive women, take hints and resent rebuffs, and so exile themselves from the world prematurely and haughtily. they abdicate the moment they see that any desire their discrowning. abdication is grand, no doubt. but possession is more profitable. "a well-bred dog does not wait to be kicked out," says the old see-saw. but the well-bred dog thereby turns himself into the cold, and leaves the crumbs from under the table to some other dog with less good-breeding and more worldly wisdom. the sensible thing to do is to stay where you like best to be; stay there with tooth and claw ready and a stout hide on which cudgels break. people, after all, soon get tired of kicking a dog that never will go. high-breeding was admirable in days when the world itself was high-bred. but those days are over. the world takes high-breeding now as only a form of insolence. * * * "to your poetic temper life is a vast romance, beautiful and terrible, like a tragedy of Æschylus. you stand amidst it entranced, like a child by the beauty and awe of a tempest. and all the while the worldly-wise, to whom the tempest is only a matter of the machineries of a theatre--of painted clouds, electric lights, and sheets of copper--the world-wise govern the storm as they choose and leave you in it defenceless and lonely as old lear. to put your heart into life is the most fatal of errors; it is to give a hostage to your enemies whom you can only ransom at the price of your ruin. but what is the use of talking? to you, life will be always alastor and epipsychidion, and to us, it will always be a treatise on whist. that's all!" "a treatise on whist! no! it is something much worse. it is a book of the bastile, with all entered as criminal in it, who cannot be bought off by bribe or intrigue, by a rogue's stratagem or a courtesan's vice!" "the world is only a big harpagon, and you and such as you are maître jacques. '_puisque vous l'avez voulu!_' you say,--and call him frankly to his face, '_avare, ladre, vilain, fessemathieu!_' and harpagon answers you with a big stick and cries, '_apprenez à parler!_' poor maître jacques! i never read of him without thinking what a type he is of genius. no offence to you, my dear. he'd the wit to see he would never be pardoned for telling the truth, and yet he told it! the perfect type of genius." * * * the untruthfulness of women communicates itself to the man whose chief society they form, and the perpetual necessities of intrigue end in corrupting the temper whose chief pursuit is passion. women who environ a man's fidelity by ceaseless suspicion and exaction, create the evil that they dread. * * * society, after all, asks very little. society only asks you to wash the outside of your cup and platter: inside you may keep any kind of nastiness that you like: only wash the outside. do wash the outside, says society; and it would be a churl or an ass indeed who would refuse so small a request. * * * a woman who is ice to his fire, is less pain to a man than the woman who is fire to his ice. there is hope for him in the one, but only a dreary despair in the other. the ardours that intoxicate him in the first summer of his passion serve but to dull and chill him in the later time. * * * a frog that dwelt in a ditch spat at a worm that bore a lamp. "why do you do that?" said the glow-worm. "why do you shine?" said the frog. * * * when a name is in the public mouth the public nostril likes to smell a foulness in it. it likes to think that byron committed incest; that milton was a brute; that raffaelle's vices killed him; that pascal was mad; that lamartine lived and died a pauper; that scipio took the treasury moneys; that thucydides and phidias stole; that heloise and hypatia were but loose women after all--so the gamut runs over twice a thousand years; and rousseau is at heart the favourite of the world because he was such a beast, with all his talent. when the world is driven to tears and prayers by schiller, it hugs itself to remember that he could not write a line without the smell of rotten apples near, and that when he died there was not enough money in his desk to pay his burial. they make him smaller, closer, less divine--the apples and the pauper's coffin. * * * "get a great cook; give three big balls a winter, and drive english horses; you need never consider society then, it will never find fault with you, _ma très-chère_." she did not quite understand, but she obeyed; and society never did. society says to the members of it as the spanish monk to the tree that he pruned, and that cried out under his hook: "it is not beauty that is wanted of you, nor shade, but olives." moral loveliness or mental depth, charm of feeling or nobleness of instinct, beauty, or shade, it does not ask for, but it does ask for olives--olives that shall round off its dessert, and flavour its dishes, and tickle its sated palate; olives that it shall pick up without trouble, and never be asked to pay for; these are what it likes. now it is precisely in olives that the woman who has one foot in society and one foot out of it will be profuse. she must please, or perish. she must content, or how will she be countenanced? the very perilousness of her position renders her solicitous to attract and to appease. society follows a natural selfishness in its condonation of her; she is afraid of it, therefore she must bend all her efforts to be agreeable to it! it can reject her at any given moment, so that her court of it must be continual and expansive. no woman will take so much pains, give so much entertainment, be so willing to conciliate, be so lavish in hospitality, be so elastic in willingness, as the woman who adores society, and knows that any black saturday it may turn her out with a bundle of rods, and a peremptory dismissal. between her and society there is a tacit bond. "amuse me, and i will receive you." "receive me, and i will amuse you." * * * of all lay figures there is none on earth so useful as a wooden husband. you should get a wooden husband, my dear, if you want to be left in peace. it is like a comfortable slipper or your dressing-gown after a ball. it is like springs to your carriage. it is like a clever maid who never makes mistakes with your notes or comes without coughing discreetly through your dressing-room. it is like tea, cigarettes, postage-stamps, foot-warmers, eiderdown counterpanes--anything that smooths life, in fact. young women do not think enough of this. an easy-going husband is the one indispensable comfort of life. he is like a set of sables to you. you may never want to put them on; still, if the north wind do blow--and one can never tell--how handy they are! you pop into them in a second, and no cold wind can find you out, my dear. couldn't find you out, if your shift were in rags underneath! without your husband's countenance, you have scenes. with scenes, you have scandal. with scandal, you come to a suit. with a suit, you most likely lose your settlements. and without your settlements, where are you in society? with a husband you are safe. you need never think about him in any way. his mere existence suffices. he will always be at the bottom of your table, and the head of your visiting-cards. that is enough. he will represent respectability for you, without your being at the trouble to represent respectability for yourself. respectability is a thing of which the shadow is more agreeable than the substance. happily for us, society only requires the shadow. * * * very well; if you dislike dancing, don't dance; though if a woman don't, you know, they always think she has got a short leg, or a cork leg, or something or other that's dreadful. but why not show yourself at them? at least show yourself. one goes to balls as one goes to church. it's a social muster. * * * the art of pleasing is more based on the art of seeming pleased than people think of, and she disarmed the prejudices of her enemies by the unaffected delight she appeared to take in themselves. you may think very ill of a woman, but after all you cannot speak very ill of her if she has assured you a hundred times that you are amongst her dearest friends. * * * society always had its fixed demands. it used to exact birth. it used to exact manners. in a remote and golden age there is a tradition that it was once contented with mind. nowadays it exacts money, or rather amusement, because if you don't let other folks have the benefit of your money, society will take no account of it. but have money and spend it well (that is, let society live on it, gorge with it, walk ankle-deep in it), and you may be anything and do anything; you may have been an omnibus conductor in the strand, and you may marry a duke's daughter; you may have been an oyster-girl in new york, and you may entertain royalties. it is impossible to exaggerate an age of anomaly and hyperbole. there never was an age when people were so voracious of amusement, and so tired of it, both in one. it is a perpetual carnival and a permanent yawn. if you can do anything to amuse us you are safe--till we get used to you--and then you amuse no longer, and must go to the wall. every age has its price: what walpole said of men must be true of mankind. anybody can buy the present age that will bid very high and pay with tact as well as bullion. there is nothing it will not pardon if it see its way to getting a new sensation out of its leniency. perhaps no one ought to complain. a society with an india-rubber conscience, no memory, and an absolute indifference to eating its own words and making itself ridiculous, is, after all, a convenient one to live in--if you can pay for its suffrages. * * * if you are only well beforehand with your falsehood all will go upon velvet; nobody ever listens to a rectification. "is it possible?" everybody cries with eager zest; but when they have only to say "oh, wasn't it so?" nobody feels any particular interest. it is the first statement that has the swing and the success; as for explanation or retractation--pooh! who cares to be bored? * * * those people with fine brains and with generous souls will never learn that life is after all only a game--a game which will go to the shrewdest player and the coolest. they never see this; not they; they are caught on the edge of great passions, and swept away by them. they cling to their affections like commanders to sinking ships, and go down with them. they put their whole heart into the hands of others, who only laugh and wring out their lifeblood. they take all things too vitally in earnest. life is to them a wonderful, passionate, pathetic, terrible thing that the gods of love and of death shape for them. they do not see that coolness and craft, and the tact to seize accident, and the wariness to obtain advantage, do in reality far more in hewing out a successful future than all the gods of greek or gentile. they are very unwise. it is of no use to break their hearts for the world; they will not change it. _la culte de l'humanité_ is the one of all others which will leave despair as its harvest. laugh like rabelais, smile like montaigne; that is the way to take the world. it only puts to death its sebastians, and makes its shelleys not sorrowful to see the boat is filling. * * * society always adheres to its principles; just as a moslem subscribes none the less to the koran because he may just have been blowing the froth off his bumper of mumm's before he goes to his mosque. * * * pleasantness is the soft note of this generation, just as scientific assassination is the harsh note of it. the age is compounded of the two. half of it is chloroform; the other half is dynamite. * * * you make us think, and society dislikes thinking. you call things by their right names, and society hates that, though queen bess didn't mind it. you trumpet our own littleness in our ear, and we know it so well that we do not care to hear much about it. you shudder at sin, and we have all agreed that there is no such thing as sin, only mere differences of opinion, which, provided they don't offend us, we have no business with: adultery is a _liaison_, lying is gossip, debt is a momentary embarrassment, immorality is a little slip, and so forth: and when we have arranged this pretty little dictionary of convenient pseudonyms, it is not agreeable to have it sent flying by fierce, dreadful, old words, that are only fit for some book that nobody ever reads, like milton or the family bible. we do not want to think. we do not want to hear. we do not care about anything. only give us a good dinner and plenty of money, and let us outshine our neighbours. there is the nineteenth century gospel. my dear, if ecclesiasticus himself came he would preach in vain. you cannot convince people that don't want to be convinced. we call ourselves christians--heaven save the mark!--but we are only the very lowest kind of pagans. we do not believe in anything--except that nothing matters. well, perhaps nothing does matter. only one wonders why ever so many of us were all created, only just to find _that_ out. * * * love to the looker-on may be blind, unwise, unworthily bestowed, a waste, a sacrifice, a crime; yet none the less is love, alone, the one thing that, come weal or woe, is worth the loss of every other thing; the one supreme and perfect gift of earth, in which all common things of daily life become transfigured and divine. and perhaps of all the many woes that priesthoods have wrought upon humanity, none have been greater than this false teaching, that love can ever be a sin. to the sorrow and the harm of the world, the world's religions have all striven to make men and women shun and deny their one angel as a peril or a shame; but religions cannot strive against nature, and when the lovers see each other's heaven in each other's eyes, they know the supreme truth that one short day together is worth a lifetime's glory. * * * genius is like the nautilus, all sufficient for itself in its pretty shell, quite at home in the big ocean, with no fear from any storm. but if a wanton stone from a boat passing by break the shell, where is the nautilus then? drowned; just like any common creature! * * * there are times when, even on the bravest temper, the ironical mockery, the cruel despotism of trifling circumstances, that have made themselves the masters of our lives, the hewers of our fate, must weigh with a sense of involuntary bondage, against which to strive is useless. the weird sisters were forms of awe and magnitude proportionate to the woes they dealt out, to the destiny they wove. but the very littleness of the daily chances that actually shape fate is, in its discordance and its mockery, more truly terrible and most hideously solemn--it is the little child's laugh at a frisking kitten which brings down the avalanche, and lays waste the mountain side, or it is the cackle of the startled geese that saves the capitol. to be the prey of atropos was something at the least; and the grim _deus vult perdere_, uttered in the delirium of pain, at the least made the maddened soul feel of some slender account in the sight of the gods and in the will of heaven. but we, who are the children of mere accident and the sport of idlest opportunity, have no such consolation. * * * of course they will stone you, as village bumpkins run out and stone an odd stray bird that they have never seen before; and the more beautiful the plumage looks, the harder rain the stones. if the bird were a sparrow the bumpkins would let it be. * * * love that remembers aught save the one beloved may be affection, but it is not love. * * * ariel could not combat a leopardess; ithuriel's spear glances pointless from a rhinoceros' hide. to match what is low and beat it, you must stoop, and soil your hands to cut a cudgel rough and ready. she did not see this; and seeing it, would not have lowered herself to do it. * * * which is the truth, which is the madness?--when the artist, in the sunlit ice of a cold dreamland, scorns love and adores but one art; or when the artist, amidst the bruised roses of a garden of passion, finds all heaven in one human heart? * * * there is a story in an old poet's forgotten writings of a woman who was queen when the world was young, and reigned over many lands, and loved a captive, and set him free, and thinking to hurt him less by seeming lowly, came down from her throne and laid her sceptre in the dust, and passed amongst the common maidens that drew water at the well, or begged at the city gate, and seemed as one of them, giving him all and keeping nought herself: "so will he love me more," she thought; but he, crowned king, thought only of the sceptre and the throne, and having those, looked not amongst the women at the gate, and knew her not, because what he had loved had been a queen. thus she, self-discrowned, lost both her lover and her kingdom. a wise man amongst the throng said to her, "nay, you should have kept aloof upon your golden seat and made him feel your power to deal life or death, and fretted him long, and long kept him in durance and in doubt, you, meanwhile, far above. for men are light creatures as the moths are." * * * they had lived in london and paris all their lives, and had, before this, heard patriotism used as a reason for a variety of things, from a minister's keeping in office against the will of the country, to a newspaper's writing a country into bloodshed and bankruptcy; they were quite aware of the word's elasticity. * * * it was the true and perfect springtide of the year, when love walks amongst the flowers, and comes a step nearer what it seeks with every dawn. without love, spring is of all seasons cruel; more cruel than all frost and frown of winter. * * * in the early days of an illicit passion concealment is charming; every secret stairway of intrigue has a sweet surprise at its close; to be in conspiracy with one alone against all the rest of humanity is the most seductive of seductions. love lives best in this soft twilight, where it only hears its own heart and one other's beat in the solitude. but when the reverse of the medal is turned; when every step on the stairs has been traversed and tired of, when, instead of the heart's beat, there is but an upbraiding voice, when it is no longer _with_ one but _from_ one that concealment is needed, then the illicit passion is its own nemesis, then nothing were ever drearier, wearier, more anxious, or more fatiguing than its devious paths become, and they seem to hold the sated wanderer in a labyrinth of which he knows, and knowing hates, every wind, and curve, and coil, yet out of which it seems to him he will never make his way back again into the light of wholesome day. * * * my dear, the days of fontenoy are gone out; everybody nowadays only tries to get the first fire, by hook or by crook. ours is an age of cowardice and cuirassed cannon; chivalry is out of place in it. * * * with a woman, the vulgarity that lies in public adulation is apt to nauseate; at least if she be so little of a woman that she is not vain, and so much of one that she cares for privacy. for the fame of our age is not glory but notoriety; and notoriety is to a woman like the bull to pasiphae--whilst it caresses it crushes. * * * had she your talent the world would have heard of her. as it is, she only enjoys herself. perhaps the better part. fame is a cone of smoke. enjoyment is a loaf of sugar. * * * there is no such coward as the woman who toadies society because she has outraged society. the bully is never brave. "oignez vilain il vous poindra: poignez vilain il vous oindra," is as true of the braggart's soul still, as it used to be in the old days of froissart, when the proverb was coined. * * * she was of opinion with sganarelle, that "cinq ou six coups de bâton entre gens qui s'aiment ne font que ragaillarder l'affection." but, like sganarelle also, she always premised that the right to give the blows should be hers. * * * she was only like any other well-dressed woman after all, and humanity considers that when genius comes forth in the flesh the touch of the coal from the altar should have left some visible stigmata on the lips it has burned, as, of course anybody knows, it invariably leaves some smirch upon the character. humanity feels that genius ought to wear a livery, as jews and loose women wore yellow in the old golden days of distinction. "they don't even paint!" said one lady, and felt herself aggrieved. * * * calumny is the homage of our contemporaries, as some south sea islanders spit on those they honour. * * * popularity has been defined as the privilege of being cheered by the kind of people you would never allow to bow to you. fame may be said to be the privilege of being slandered at once by the people who do bow to you, as well as by the people who do not. * * * nobody there knew at all. so everybody averred they knew for certain. nobody's story agreed with anybody else's, but that did not matter at all. the world, like joseph's father, gives the favourite coat of many colours which the brethren rend. * * * "be honey, and the flies will eat you," says the old saw, but, like most other proverbs, it will not admit of universal application. there is a way of being honey that is thoroughly successful and extremely popular, and constitutes a kind of armour that is bomb-proof. * * * the longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity. * * * she forgot that love likes to preserve its illusions, and that it will bear better all the sharpest deprivations in the world than it will the cruel tests of an unlovely and unveiled intercourse. she had committed the greatest error of all: she had let him be disenchanted by familiarity. passion will pardon rage, will survive absence, will forgive infidelity, will even thrive on outrage, and will often condone a crime; but when it dies of familiarity it is dead for ever and aye. * * * society will believe anything rather than ever believe that itself can be duped. if you have only assurance enough to rely implicitly on this, there is hardly anything you cannot induce it to accept. * * * here was the secret of her success. to her nothing was little. this temper is always popular with society. to enjoy yourself in the world, is, to the world, the prettiest of indirect compliments. the chief offence of the poet, as of the philosopher, is that the world as it is fails to satisfy them. society, which is after all only a conglomerate of hosts, has the host's weakness--all its guests must smile. the poet sighs, the philosopher yawns. society feels that they depreciate it. society feels more at ease without them. to find every one acceptable to you is to make yourself acceptable to every one. hived bees get sugar because they will give back honey. all existence is a series of equivalents. * * * even the discreetest friends will, like the closest-packed hold of a ship, leak occasionally. salt water and secrets are alike apt to ooze. * * * the simplicity of the artist is always the stumbling-block of the artist with the world. * * * a woman need never dread the fiercest quarrel with her lover; the tempest may bring sweeter weather than any it broke up, and after the thunder the singing of birds will sound lovelier than before. anger will not extinguish love, nor will scorn trample it dead; jealousy will fan its fires, and offences against it may but fasten closer the fetters that it adores beyond all liberty. but when love dies of a worn-out familiarity it perishes for ever and aye. jaded, disenchanted, wearied, indifferent, the tired passion expires of sheer listlessness and contemptuous disillusion. the death is slow and unperceived, but it is sure; and it is a death that has no resurrection. * * * there is nothing that you may not get people to believe in if you will only tell it them loud enough and often enough, till the welkin rings with it. * * * what raffaelle has left us must be to the glories he imagined as the weaver's dye to the sunset's fire. * * * a woman's violence is a mighty power; before it reason recoils unnerved, justice quails appalled, and peace perishes like a burnt-up scroll; it is a sand-storm, before which courage can do but little: the bravest man can but fall on his face and let it rage on above him. * * * a very trustful woman believes in her lover's fidelity with her heart; a very vain woman believes in it with her head. * * * from the moment that another life has any empire on ours, peace is gone. art spreads around us a profound and noble repose, but passion enters it, and then art grows restless and troubled as the deep sea at the call of the whirlwind. _wanda._ a man cast forth from his home is like a ship cut loose from its anchor and rudderless. whatever may have been his weakness, his offences, they cannot absolve you from your duty to watch over your husband's soul, to be his first and most faithful friend, to stand between him and his temptations and perils. that is the nobler side of marriage. when the light of love is faded, and its joys are over, its duties and its mercies remain. because one of the twain has failed in these the other is not acquitted of obligation. * * * "choose some career; make yourself some aim in life; do not fold your talents in a napkin; in a napkin that lies on the supper-table at bignon's. that idle, aimless life is very attractive, i daresay, in its way, but it must grow wearisome and unsatisfactory as years roll on. the men of my house have never been content with it; they have always been soldiers, statesmen, something or other beside mere nobles." "but they have had a great position." "men make their own position; they cannot make a name (at least, not to my thinking). you have that good fortune; you have a great name; you only need, pardon me, to make your manner of life worthy of it." "cannot make a name? surely in these days the beggar rides on horseback in all the ministries and half the nobilities;" "you mean that hans, pierre, or richard becomes a count, an excellency, or an earl? what does that change? it alters the handle; it does not alter the saucepan. no one can be ennobled. blood is blood; nobility can only be inherited; it cannot be conferred by all the heralds in the world. the very meaning and essence of nobility are descent, inherited traditions, instincts, habits, and memories--all that is meant by _noblesse oblige_." * * * "men are always like horace," said the princess. "they admire rural life, but they remain for all that with augustus." * * * i read the other day of some actresses dining off a truffled pheasant and a sack of bonbons. that is the sort of dinner we make all the year round, morally--metaphorically--how do you say it? it makes us thirsty, and perhaps--i am not sure--perhaps it leaves us half starved, though we nibble the sweetmeats, and don't know it. "your dinner must lack two things--bread and water." "yes; we never see either. it is all truffles and caramels and _vins frappés_." "there is your bread." she glanced at the little children, two pretty, graceful little maids of six and seven years old. "_ouf!_" said the countess branka. "they are only little bits of puff paste, a couple of _petits fours_ baked on the boulevards. if they be _chic_, and marry well, i for one shall ask no more of them. if ever you have children, i suppose you will rear them on science and the antonines?" "perhaps on the open air and homer." * * * cannot you make them understand that we are not public artists to need _réclames_, nor yet sovereigns to be compelled to submit to the microscope? is this the meaning of civilisation--to make privacy impossible, to oblige every one to live under a lens? * * * the world was much happier when distinctions and divisions were impassable. there are no sumptuary laws now. what is the consequence? that your _bourgeoise_ ruins her husband in wearing gowns fit only for a duchess, and your prince imagines it makes him popular to look precisely like a cabman or a bailiff. * * * a great love must be as exhaustless as the ocean in its mercy, and as profound in its comprehension. * * * what was love if not one long forgiveness? what raised it higher than the senses if not its infinite patience and endurance of all wrong? what was its hope of eternal life if it had not gathered strength in it enough to rise above human arrogance and human vengeance? * * * there is an infinite sense of peace in those cool, vast, unworn mountain solitudes, with the rain-mists sweeping like spectral armies over the level lands below, and the sun-rays slanting heavenward, like the spears of an angelic host. there is such abundance of rushing water, of deep grass, of endless shade, of forest trees, of heather and pine, of torrent and tarn; and beyond these are the great peaks that loom through breaking clouds, and the clear cold air, in which the vulture wheels and the heron sails; and the shadows are so deep, and the stillness is so sweet, and the earth seems so green, and fresh, and silent, and strong. nowhere else can one rest so well; nowhere else is there so fit a refuge for all the faiths and fancies that can find a home no longer in the harsh and hurrying world; there is room for them all in the austrian forests, from the erl-king to ariel and oberon. * * * "you think any sin may be forgiven?" he said irrelevantly, with his face averted. "that is a very wide question. i do not think st. augustine himself could answer it in a word or in a moment. forgiveness, i think, would surely depend on repentance." "repentance in secret--would that avail?" "scarcely--would it?--if it did not attain some sacrifice. it would have to prove its sincerity to be accepted." "you believe in public penance?" said sabran, with some impatience and contempt. "not necessarily public," she said, with a sense of perplexity at the turn his words had taken. "but of what use is it for one to say he repents unless in some measure he makes atonement?" "but where atonement is impossible?" "that could never be." "yes. there are crimes whose consequences can never be undone. what then? is he who did them shut out from all hope?" "i am no casuist," she said, vaguely troubled. "but if no atonement were possible i still think--nay, i am sure--a sincere and intense regret which is, after all, what we mean by repentance, must be accepted, must be enough." "enough to efface it in the eyes of one who had never sinned?" "where is there such a one? i thought you spoke of heaven." "i spoke of earth. it is all we can be sure to have to do with; it is our one poor heritage." "i hope it is but an antechamber which we pass through, and fill with beautiful things, or befoul with dust and blood, at our own will." "hardly at our own will. in your antechamber a capricious tyrant waits us all at birth. some come in chained; some free." * * * "do not compare the retreat of the soldier tired of his wounds, of the gambler wearied by his losses, with the poet or the saint who is at peace with himself and sees all his life long what he at least believes to be the smile of god. loyola and francis d'assisi are not the same thing, are not on the same plane." "what matter what brought them," she said softly, "if they reach the same goal?" * * * "you bade me do good at romaris. candidly, i see no way to do it except in saving a crew off a wreck, which is not an occasion that presents itself every week. i cannot benefit these people materially, since i am poor; i cannot benefit them morally, because i have not their faith in the things unseen, and i have not their morality in the things tangible. they are god-fearing, infinitely patient, faithful in their daily lives, and they reproach no one for their hard lot, cast on an iron shore and forced to win their scanty bread at the risk of their lives. they do not murmur either at duty or mankind. what should i say to them? i, whose whole life is one restless impatience, one petulant mutiny against circumstance? if i talk with them i only take them what the world always takes into solitude--discontent. it would be a cruel gift, yet my hand is incapable of holding out any other. it is a homely saying that no blood comes out of a stone; so, out of a life saturated with the ironies, the contempt, the disbelief, the frivolous philosophies, the hopeless negations of what we call society, there can be drawn no water of hope and charity, for the well-head--belief--is dried up at its source. some pretend, indeed, to find in humanity what they deny to exist as deity, but i should be incapable of the illogical exchange. it is to deny that the seed sprang from a root; it is to replace a grand and illimitable theism by a finite and vainglorious bathos. of all the creeds that have debased mankind, the new creed that would centre itself in man seems to me the poorest and the most baseless of all. if humanity be but a _vibrion_, a conglomeration of gases, a mere mould holding chemicals, a mere bundle of phosphorus and carbon, how can it contain the elements of worship? what matter when or how each bubble of it bursts? this is the weakness of all materialism when it attempts to ally itself with duty. it becomes ridiculous. the _carpi diem_ of the classic sensualists, the morality of the 'satyricon' or the 'decamerone,' are its only natural concomitants and outcome; but as yet it is not honest enough to say this. it affects the soothsayer's long robe, the sacerdotal frown, and is a hypocrite." in answer she wrote back to him: "i do not urge you to have my faith: what is the use? goethe was right. it is a question between a man and his own heart. no one should venture to intrude there. but taking life even as you do, it is surely a casket of mysteries. may we not trust that at the bottom of it, as at the bottom of pandora's, there may be hope? i wish again to think with goethe that immortality is not an inheritance, but a greatness to be achieved like any other greatness, by courage, self-denial, and purity of purpose--a reward allotted to the just. this is fanciful, may be, but it is not illogical. and without being either a christian or a materialist, without beholding either majesty or divinity in humanity, surely the best emotion that our natures know--pity--must be large enough to draw us to console where we can, and sustain where we can, in view of the endless suffering, the continual injustice, the appalling contrasts, with which the world is full. whether man be the _vibrion_ or the heir to immortality, the bundle of carbon or the care of angels, one fact is indisputable: he suffers agonies, mental and physical, that are wholly out of proportion to the brevity of his life, while he is too often weighted from infancy with hereditary maladies, both of body and of character. this is reason enough, i think, for us all to help each other, even though we feel, as you feel, that we are as lost children, wandering in a great darkness, with no thread or clue to guide us to the end." * * * "we do not cultivate music one-half enough among the peasantry. it lightens labour; it purifies and strengthens the home life; it sweetens black bread. do you remember that happy picture of jordaens' 'where the old sing, the young chirp,' where the old grandfather and grandmother, and the baby in its mother's arms, and the hale five-year-old boy, and the rough servant, are all joining in the same melody, while the goat crops the vine-leaves off the table? i should like to see every cottage interior like that when the work was done. i would hang up an etching from jordaens where you would hang up, perhaps, the programme of proudhon." then she walked back with him through the green sun-gleaming woods. "i hope that i teach them content," she continued. "it is the lesson most neglected in our day. '_niemand will ein schuster sein; jedermann ein dichter._' it is true we are very happy in our surroundings. a mountaineer's is such a beautiful life, so simple, healthful, hardy, and fine; always face to face with nature. i try to teach them what an inestimable joy that alone is. i do not altogether believe in the prosaic views of rural life. it is true that the peasant digging his trench sees the clod, not the sky; but then when he does lift his head the sky is there, not the roof, not the ceiling. that is so much in itself. and here the sky is an everlasting grandeur; clouds and domes of snow are blent together. when the stars are out above the glaciers how serene the night is, how majestic! even the humblest creature feels lifted up into that eternal greatness. then you think of the home-life in the long winters as dreary; but it is not so. over away there, at lahn, and other places on the hallstadtersee, they do not see the sun for five months; the wall of rock behind them shuts them from all light of day; but they live together, they dance, they work. the young men recite poems, and the old men tell tales of the mountains and the french war, and they sing the homely songs of the _schnader-hüpfeln_. then when winter passes, when the sun comes up again over the wall of rocks, when they go out into the light once more, what happiness it is! one old man said to me, 'it is like being born again!' and another said, 'where it is always warm and light i doubt they forget to thank god for the sunshine;' and quite a young child said, all of his own accord, 'the primroses live in the dusk all the winter, like us, and then when the sun comes up we and they run out together, and the mother of christ has set the water and the little birds laughing.' i would rather have the winter of lahn than the winter of belleville." * * * if the venus de medici could be animated into life women would only remark that her waist was large. * * * tedium is the most terrible and the most powerful foe love ever encounters. * * * "life is after all like baccarat or billiards," he said to himself. "it is no use winning unless there be a _galerie_ to look on and applaud." * * * time hung on his hands like a wearisome wallet of stones. when all the habits of life are suddenly rent asunder, they are like a rope cut in two. they may be knotted together clumsily, or they may be thrown altogether aside and a new strand woven, but they will never be the same thing again. * * * the greatness of a great race is a thing far higher than mere pride. its instincts are noble and supreme, its obligations are no less than its privileges; it is a great light which streams backward through the darkness of the ages, and if by that light you guide not your footsteps, then are you thrice accursed, holding as you do that lamp of honour in your hands. * * * even to those who care nothing for society, and dislike the stir and noise of the world about them, there is still always a vague sense of depression in the dispersion of a great party; the house seems so strangely silent, the rooms seem so strangely empty, servants flitting noiselessly here and there, a dropped flower, a fallen jewel, an oppressive scent from multitudes of fading blossoms, a broken vase perhaps, or perhaps a snapped fan--these are all that are left of the teeming life crowded here one little moment ago. though one may be glad they are gone, yet there is a certain sadness in it. "_le lendemain de la fête_" keeps its pathos, even though the _fête_ itself has possessed no poetry and no power to amuse. * * * in every one of her villages she had her schools on this principle, and they throve, and the children with them. many of these could not read a printed page, but all of them could read the shepherd's weather-glass in sky and flower; all of them knew the worm that was harmful to the crops, the beetle that was harmless in the grass; all knew a tree by a leaf, a bird by a feather, an insect by a grub. modern teaching makes a multitude of gabblers. she did not think it necessary for the little goat-herds, and dairymaids, and foresters, and charcoal-burners, and sennerins, and carpenters, and cobblers, to study the exact sciences or draw casts from the antique. she was of opinion, with pope, that "a little learning is a dangerous thing," and that a smattering of it will easily make a man morose and discontented, whilst it takes a very deep and lifelong devotion to it to teach a man content with his lot. genius, she thought, is too rare a thing to make it necessary to construct village schools for it, and whenever or wherever it comes upon earth, it will surely be its own master. she did not believe in culture for little peasants who have to work for their daily bread at the plough-tail or with the reaping-hook. she knew that a mere glimpse of a canaan of art and learning is cruelty to those who never can enter into and never even can have leisure to merely gaze on it. she thought that a vast amount of useful knowledge is consigned to oblivion whilst children are taught to waste their time in picking up the crumbs of a great indigestible loaf of artificial learning. she had her scholars taught their "abc," and that was all. those who wished to write were taught, but writing was not enforced. what they were made to learn was the name and use of every plant in their own country; the habits and ways of all animals; how to cook plain food well, and make good bread; how to brew simples from the herbs of their fields and woods, and how to discern the coming weather from the aspect of the skies, the shutting-up of certain blossoms, and the time of day from those "poor men's watches," the opening flowers. in all countries there is a great deal of useful household and out-of-door lore that is fast being choked out of existence under books and globes, and which, unless it passes by word of mouth from generation to generation, is quickly and irrevocably lost. all this lore she had cherished by her school-children. her boys were taught in addition any useful trade they liked--boot-making, crampon-making, horse-shoeing, wheel-making, or carpentry. this trade was made a pastime to each. the little maidens learned to sew, to cook, to spin, to card, to keep fowls and sheep and cattle in good health, and to know all poisonous plants and berries by sight. "i think it is what is wanted," she said. "a little peasant child does not need to be able to talk of the corolla and the spathe, but he does want to recognise at a glance the flower that will give him healing and the berries that will give him death. his sister does not in the least require to know why a kettle boils, but she does need to know when a warm bath will be good for a sick baby or when hurtful. we want a new generation to be helpful, to have eyes, and to know the beauty of silence. i do not mind much whether my children reap or not. the labourer that reads turns socialist, because his brain cannot digest the hard mass of wonderful facts he encounters. but i believe every one of my little peasants, being wrecked like crusoe, would prove as handy as he." * * * "can you inform me how it is that women possess tenacity of will in precise proportion to the frivolity of their lives? all these butterflies have a volition of iron." "it is egotism. intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. that is in itself a great force; they do not waste their energies in considering the good of others." * * * "i am not like you, my dear olga," she wrote to her relative the countess brancka. "i am not easily amused. that _course effrénée_ of the great world carries you honestly away with it; all those incessant balls, those endless visits, those interminable conferences on your toilettes, that continual circling of human butterflies round you, those perpetual courtships of half a score of young men; it all diverts you. you are never tired of it; you cannot understand any life outside its pale. all your days, whether they pass in paris or petersburgh, at trouville, at biarritz, or at vienna or scheveningen, are modelled on the same lines; you must have excitement as you have your cup of chocolate when you wake. what i envy you is that the excitement excites you. when i was amidst it i was not excited; i was seldom ever diverted. see the misfortune that it is to be born with a grave nature! i am as serious as marcus antoninus. you will say that it comes of having learned latin and greek. i do not think so; i fear i was born unamusable. i only truly care about horses and trees, and they are both grave things, though a horse can be playful enough sometimes when he is allowed to forget his servitude. your friends, the famous tailors, send me admirably-chosen costumes which please that sense in me which titians and vandycks do (i do not mean to be profane); but i only put them on as the monks do their frocks. perhaps i am very unworthy of them; at least, i cannot talk toilette as you can with ardour a whole morning and every whole morning of your life. you will think i am laughing at you; indeed i am not. i envy your faculty of sitting, as i am sure you are sitting now, in a straw chair on the shore, with a group of _boulevardiers_ around you, and a crowd making a double hedge to look at you when it is your pleasure to pace the planks. my language is involved. i do not envy you the faculty of doing it, of course; i could do it myself to-morrow. i envy you the faculty of finding amusement in doing it, and finding flattery in the double hedge." * * * "no doubt a love of nature is a triple armour against self-love. how can i say how right i think your system with these children? you seem not to believe me. there is only one thing in which i differ with you; you think the 'eyes that see' bring content. surely not! surely not!" "it depends on what they see. when they are wide open in the woods and fields, when they have been taught to see how the tree-bee forms her cell and the mole her fortress, how the warbler builds his nest for his love and the water-spider makes his little raft, how the leaf comes forth from the hard stem and the fungi from the rank mould, then i think that sight is content--content in the simple life of the woodland place, and in such delighted wonder that the heart of its own accord goes up in peace and praise to the creator. the printed page may teach envy, desire, coveteousness, hatred, but the book of nature teaches resignation, hope, willingness to labour and live, submission to die. the world has gone farther and farther from peace since larger and larger have grown its cities, and its shepherd kings are no more." * * * she remained still, her hands folded on her knees, her face set as though it were cast in bronze. the great bedchamber, with its hangings of pale blue plush and its silver-mounted furniture, was dim and shadowy in the greyness of a midwinter afternoon. doors opened, here to the bath and dressing chambers, there to the oratory, yonder to the apartments of sabran. she looked across to the last, and a shudder passed over her; a sense of sickness and revulsion came on her. she sat still and waited; she was too weak to go farther than this room. she was wrapped in a long loose gown of white satin, lined and trimmed with sable. there were black bearskins beneath her feet; the atmosphere was warmed by hot air, and fragrant with some bowls full of forced roses, which her women had placed there at noon. the grey light of the fading afternoon touched the silver scrollwork of the bed, and the silver frame of one large mirror, and fell on her folded hands and on the glister of their rings. her head leaned backward against the high carved ebony of her chair. her face was stern and bitterly cold, as that of maria theresa when she signed the loss of silesia. he approached from his own apartments, and came timidly and with a slow step forward. he did not dare to salute her, or go near to her; he stood like a banished man, disgraced, a few yards from her seat. two months had gone by since he had seen her. when he entered he read on her features that he must leave all hope behind. her whole frame shrank within her as she saw him there, but she gave no sign of what she felt. without looking at him she spoke, in a voice quite firm, though it was faint from feebleness. "i have but little to say to you, but that little is best said, not written." he did not reply; his eyes were watching her with a terrible appeal, a very agony of longing. they had not rested on her for two months. she had been near the gates of the grave, within the shadow of death. he would have given his life for a word of pity, a touch, a regard--and he dared not approach her! she dared not look at him. after that first glance, in which there had been so much of horror, of revulsion, she did not once look towards him. her face had the immutability of a mask of stone; so many wretched days and haunted nights had she spent nerving herself for this inevitable moment that no emotion was visible in her; into her agony she had poured her pride, and it sustained her, as the plaster poured into the dry bones at pompeii makes the skeleton stand erect, the ashes speak. "after that which you have told me," she said, after a moment's silence in which he fancied she must hear the throbbing of his heart, "you must know that my life cannot be lived out beside yours. the law gives you many rights, no doubt, but i believe you will not be so base as to enforce them." "i have no rights!" he muttered. "i am a criminal before the law. the law will free you from me, if you choose." "i do not choose," she said coldly; "you understand me ill. i do not carry my wrongs or my woes to others. what you have told me is known only to prince vásárhely and to the countess brancka. he will be silent; he has the power to make her so. the world need know nothing. can you think that i shall be its informant?" "if you divorce me"---- he murmured. a quiver of bitter anger passed over her features, but she retained her self-control. "divorce? what could divorce do for me? could it destroy the past? neither church or law can undo what you have done. divorce would make me feel that in the past i had been your mistress, not your wife, that is all." she breathed heavily, and again pressed her hand on her breast. "divorce!" she repeated. "neither priest nor judge can efface a past as you clean a slate with a sponge! no power, human or divine, can free _me_, purify _me_, wash your dishonoured blood from your children's veins." she almost lost her self-control; her lips trembled, her eyes were full of flame, her brow was black with passion. with a violent effort she restrained herself; invective or reproach seemed to her low and coarse and vile. he was silent; his greatest fear, the torture of which had harassed him sleeping and waking ever since he had placed his secret in her hands, was banished at her words. she would seek no divorce--the children would not be disgraced--the world of men would not learn his shame; and yet as he heard a deeper despair than any he had ever known came over him. she was but as those sovereigns of old who scorned the poor tribunals of man's justice because they held in their own might the power of so much heavier chastisement. "i shall not seek for a legal separation," she resumed; "that is to say, i shall not, unless you force me to do so to protect myself from you. if you fail to abide by the conditions i shall prescribe, then you will compel me to resort to any means that may shelter me from your demands. but i do not think you will endeavour to force on me conjugal rights which you obtained over me by a fraud." all that she desired was to end quickly the torture of this interview, from which her courage had not permitted her to shrink. she had to defend herself because she would not be defended by others, and she only sought to strike swiftly and unerringly so as to spare herself and him all needless or lingering throes. her speech was brief, for it seemed to her that no human language held expression deep and vast enough to measure the wrong done to her, could she seek to give it utterance. she would not have made a sound had any murderer stabbed her body; she would not now show the death-wound of her soul and honour to this man who had stabbed both to the quick. other women would have made their moan aloud, and cursed him. the daughter of the szalras choked down her heart in silence, and spoke as a judge speaks to one condemned by man and god. "i wish no words between us," she said, with renewed calmness. "you know your sin; all your life has been a lie. i will keep me and mine back from vengeance; but do not mistake--god may pardon you, i never! what i desired to say to you is that henceforth you shall wholly abandon the name you stole; you shall assign the land of romaris to the people; you shall be known only as you have been known here of late, as the count von idrac. the title was mine to give, i gave it you; no wrong is done save to my fathers, who were brave men." he remained silent; all excuse he might have offered seemed as if from him to her it would be but added outrage. he was her betrayer, and she had the power to avenge betrayal; naught that she could say or do could seem unjust or undeserved beside the enormity of her irreparable wrongs. "the children?" he muttered faintly, in an unuttered supplication. "they are mine," she said, always with the same unchanging calm that was cold as the frozen earth without. "you will not, i believe, seek to enforce your title to dispute them with me?" he gave a gesture of denial. he, the wrong-doer, could not realise the gulf which his betrayal had opened betwixt himself and her. on him all the ties of their past passion were sweet, precious, unchanged in their dominion. he could not realise that to her all these memories were abhorred, poisoned, stamped with ineffable shame; he could not believe that she, who had loved the dust that his feet had brushed, could now regard him as one leprous and accursed. he was slow to understand that his sin had driven him out of her life for evermore. commonly it is the woman on whom the remembrance of love has an enthralling power when love itself is traitor; commonly it is the man on whom the past has little influence, and to whom its appeal is vainly made; but here the position was reversed. he would have pleaded by it; she refused to acknowledge it, and remained as adamant before it. his nerve was too broken, his conscience was too heavily weighted, for him to attempt to rebel against her decisions or sway her judgment. if she had bidden him go out and slay himself he would gladly have obeyed. "once you said," he murmured timidly, "that repentance washes out all crimes. will you count my remorse as nothing?" "you would have known no remorse had your secret never been discovered!" he shrank as from a blow. "that is not true," he said wearily. "but how can i hope you will believe me?" she answered nothing. "once you told me that there was no sin you would not pardon me!" he muttered. she replied: "we pardon sin; we do not pardon baseness." she paused and put her hand to her heart; then she spoke again in that cold, forced, measured voice, which seemed on his ear as hard and pitiless as the strokes of an iron hammer, beating life out beneath it. "you will leave hohenszalras; you will go where you will; you have the revenues of idrac. any other financial arrangements that you may wish to make i will direct my lawyers to carry out. if the revenues of idrac be insufficient to maintain you"---- "do not insult me--so," he murmured, with a suffocated sound in his voice, as though some hand were clutching at his throat. "insult _you_!" she echoed with a terrible scorn. she resumed with the same inflexible calmness, "you must live as becomes the rank due to my husband. the world need suspect nothing. there is no obligation to make it your confidante. if any one were wronged by the usurpation of the name you took it would be otherwise, but as it is you will lose nothing in the eyes of men; society will not flatter you the less. the world will only believe that we are tired of one another, like so many. the blame will be placed on me. you are a brilliant comedian, and can please and humour it. i am known to be a cold, grave, eccentric woman, a recluse, of whom it will deem it natural that you are weary. since you allow that i have the right to separate from you--to deal with you as with a criminal--you will not seek to recall your existence to me. you will meet my abstinence by the only amends you can make to me. let me forget--as far as i am able--let me forget that ever you have lived!" he staggered slightly, as if under some sword-stroke from an unseen hand. a great faintness came upon him. he had been prepared for rage, for reproach, for bitter tears, for passionate vengeance; but this chill, passionless, disdainful severance from him for all eternity he had never dreamed of; it crept like the cold of frost into his very marrow; he was speechless and mute with shame. if she had dragged him through all the tribunals of the world she would have hurt him and humiliated him far less. better all the hooting gibes of the whole earth than this one voice, so cold, so inflexible, so full of utter scorn! despite her bodily weakness she rose to her full height, and for the first time looked at him. "you have heard me," she said; "now go!" but instead, blindly, not knowing what he did, he fell at her feet. "but you loved me," he cried, "you loved me so well!" the tears were coursing down his cheeks. she drew the sables of her robe from his touch. "do not recall _that_," she said, with a bitter smile. "women of my race have killed men before now for less outrage than yours has been to me." "kill me!" he cried to her. "i will kiss your hand." she was mute. he clung to her gown with an almost convulsive supplication. "believe, at least, that _i_ loved _you_!" he cried, beside himself in his misery and impotence. "believe that, at the least!" she turned from him. "sir, i have been your dupe for ten long years; i can be so no more!" under that intolerable insult he rose slowly, and his eyes grew blind, and his limbs trembled, but he walked from her, and sought not again either her pity or her pardon. on the threshold he looked back once. she stood erect, one hand resting upon the carved work of her high oak chair; cold, stately, motionless, the furred velvets falling to her feet like a queen's robes. he looked, then passed the threshold and closed the door behind him. the end. many thoughts of many minds a treasury of quotations from the literature of every land and every age. [illustration] compiled by louis klopsch published by the christian herald, louis klopsch, proprietor, bible house, new york. copyright, , by louis klopsch. preface. in the limited compass of this small volume, the compiler has endeavored to employ only such material as is likely to prove of service to the largest circle of readers. nearly four hundred subjects have received consideration at his hands, and the quotations given are from standard authors of recognized ability. upwards of twenty-five hundred extracts from the choicest literature of all ages and tongues, topically arranged, and in scope so wide as to touch on nearly every subject that engages the human mind, constitute a treasury of thought which, it is hoped, will be acceptable and helpful to all into whose hands this volume may chance to fall. many thoughts of many minds. ability.--no man is without some quality, by the due application of which he might deserve well of the world; and whoever he be that has but little in his power should be in haste to do that little, lest he be confounded with him that can do nothing.--dr. johnson. we judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.--longfellow. every person is responsible for all the good within the scope of his abilities, and for no more.--gail hamilton. the possession of great powers no doubt carries with it a contempt for mere external show.--james a. garfield. the art of using moderate abilities to advantage wins praise, and often acquires more reputation than actual brilliancy.--la rochefoucauld. ability is a poor man's wealth.--matthew wren. the measure of capacity is the measure of sphere to either man or woman.--elizabeth oakes smith. natural ability can almost compensate for the want of every kind of cultivation; but no cultivation of the mind can make up for the want of natural ability.--schopenhauer. an able man shows his spirit by gentle words and resolute actions. --chesterfield. absolution.--no man taketh away sins (which the law, though holy, just and good, could not take away), but he in whom there is no sin.--bede. he alone can remit sins who is appointed our master by the father of all; he only is able to discern obedience from disobedience. --st. clement of alexandria. it is not the ambassador, it is not the messenger, but the lord himself that saveth his people. the lord remaineth alone, for no man can be partner with god in forgiving sins; this office belongs solely to christ, who taketh away the sins of the world.--st. ambrose. it appertaineth to the true god alone to be able to loose men from their sins.--st. cyril. neither angel, nor archangel, nor yet even the lord himself (who alone can say "i am with you"), can, when we have sinned, release us, unless we bring repentance with us.--st. ambrose. action.--the thing done avails, and not what is said about it.--emerson. action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action.--beaconsfield. there are three sorts of actions: those that are good, those that are bad, and those that are doubtful; and we ought to be most cautious of those that are doubtful; for we are in most danger of these doubtful actions, because they do not alarm us; and yet they insensibly lead to greater transgressions, just as the shades of twilight gradually reconcile us to darkness.--a. reed. to the valiant actions speak alone.--smollett. it is well to think well: it is divine to act well.--horace mann. active natures are rarely melancholy. activity and melancholy are incompatible.--bovee. not enjoyment, and not sorrow, is our destined end or way; but to act, that each to-morrow finds us farther than to-day. * * * * * trust no future, howe'er pleasant! let the dead past bury its dead! act, act, in the living present! heart within, and god o'erhead! --longfellow. every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.--lowell. prodigious actions may as well be done by weaver's issue, as by prince's son. --dryden. it is not to taste sweet things, but to do noble and true things, and vindicate himself under god's heaven as a god-made man, that the poorest son of adam dimly longs. show him the way of doing that, the dullest day-drudge kindles into a hero.--carlyle. deliberate with caution, but act with decision; and yield with graciousness, or oppose with firmness.--colton. when our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.--j. shirley. our acts make or mar us,--we are the children of our own deeds. --victor hugo. man, being essentially active, must find in activity his joy, as well as his beauty and glory; and labor, like everything else that is good, is its own reward.--whipple. adversity.--times of great calamity and confusion have ever been productive of the greatest minds. the purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt is elicited from the darkest storm.--colton. in the day of prosperity we have many refuges to resort to; in the day of adversity only one.--horatius bonar. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortunes; but great minds rise above them.--washington irving. a wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, we bid be quiet when we hear it cry; but were we burden'd with like weight of pain, as much, or more, we should ourselves complain. --shakespeare. heaven is not always angry when he strikes, but most chastises those whom most he likes. --pomfret. the fire of my adversity has purged the mass of my acquaintance. --bolingbroke. on every thorn delightful wisdom grows; in every rill a sweet instruction flows. --dr. young. when providence, for secret ends, corroding cares, or sharp affliction, sends; we must conclude it best it should be so, and not desponding or impatient grow. --pomfret. if thou faint in the day of adversity, thy strength is small. --proverbs : . adversity has the effect of eliciting talents, which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant.--horace. in this wild world the fondest and the best are the most tried, most troubled and distress'd. --crabbe. the lessons of adversity are often the most benignant when they seem the most severe. the depression of vanity sometimes ennobles the feeling. the mind which does not wholly sink under misfortune rises above it more lofty than before, and is strengthened by affliction. --chenevix. there is healing in the bitter cup.--southey. prosperity is the blessing of the old testament, adversity is the blessing of the new, which carrieth the greater benediction, and the clearer revelation of god's favor.--bacon. in all cases of heart-ache, the application of another man's disappointment draws out the pain and allays the irritation.--lytton. whom the lord loveth he chasteneth.--hebrews : . the brightest crowns that are worn in heaven have been tried and smelted and polished and glorified through the furnace of tribulation. --chapin. genuine morality is preserved only in the school of adversity, and a state of continuous prosperity may easily prove a quicksand to virtue.--schiller. affectation.--affectation is the wisdom of fools, and the folly of many a comparatively wise man. we are never rendered so ridiculous by qualities which we possess, as by those which we aim at, or affect to have.--from the french. affectation is a greater enemy to the face than the small-pox. --st. evremond. all affectation is the vain and ridiculous attempt of poverty to appear rich.--lavater. affectation hides three times as many virtues as charity does sins. --horace mann. affection.--a loving heart is the truest wisdom.--dickens. set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth. --colossians : . caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. if they are wholly restrained love will die at the roots.--hawthorne. a solitary blessing few can find, our joys with those we love are intertwined, and he whose wakeful tenderness removes the obstructing thorn that wounds the breast he loves, smooths not another's rugged path alone, but scatters roses to adorn his own. affection is a garden, and without it there would not be a verdant spot on the surface of the globe. of all earthly music, that which reaches the farthest into heaven is the beating of a loving heart.--beecher. if there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.--willis. affliction.--god sometimes washes the eyes of his children with tears in order that they may read aright his providence and his commandments. --t.l. cuyler. the truest help we can render an afflicted man is not to take his burden from him, but to call out his best energy, that he may be able to bear the burden.--phillips brooks. every man deems that he has precisely the trials and temptations which are the hardest of all for him to bear; but they are so, because they are the very ones he needs.--richter. affliction is but the shadow of god's wing.--george macdonald. aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance where they grow; but crushed and trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around. --goldsmith. affliction appears to be the guide to reflection; the teacher of humility; the parent of repentance; the nurse of faith; the strengthener of patience, and the promoter of charity. extraordinary afflictions are not always the punishment of extraordinary sins, but sometimes the trial of extraordinary graces.--matthew henry. if you would not have affliction visit you twice, listen at once to what it teaches.--burgh. man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.--job : . affliction is the wholesome soul of virtue; where patience, honor, sweet humanity, calm fortitude, take root, and strongly flourish. --mallet and thomson. affliction's sons are brothers in distress; a brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss! --burns. with the wind of tribulation god separates in the floor of the soul, the chaff from the corn.--molinos. no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.--hebrews : . age.--no wise man ever wished to be younger.--swift. i venerate old age; and i love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.--longfellow. it is only necessary to grow old to become more indulgent. i see no fault committed that i have not committed myself.--goethe. that which is usually called dotage is not the weak point of all old men, but only of such as are distinguished by their levity.--cicero. we must not take the faults of our youth into our old age; for old age brings with it its own defects.--goethe. learn to live well, or fairly make your will; you've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill; walk sober off, before a sprightlier age comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage. --pope. if wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. the spirit should not grow old.--james a. garfield. forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age.--victor hugo. remember that some of the brightest drops in the chalice of life may still remain for us in old age. the last draught which a kind providence gives us to drink, though near the bottom of the cup, may, as is said of the draught of the roman of old, have at the very bottom, instead of dregs, most costly pearls.--w.a. newman. begin to patch up thine old body for heaven.--shakespeare. few people know how to be old.--la rochefoucauld. when men grow virtuous in their old age, they are merely making a sacrifice to god of the devil's leavings.--swift. the defects of the mind, like those of the countenance, increase with age.--la rochefoucauld. he who would pass the declining years of his life with honor and comfort, should when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember, when he is old, that he has once been young.--addison. winter, which strips the leaves from around us, makes us see the distant regions they formerly concealed; so does old age rob us of our enjoyments, only to enlarge the prospect of eternity before us.--richter. the easiest thing for our friends to discover in us, and the hardest thing for us to discover in ourselves, is that we are growing old. --h.w. shaw. ambition.--most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.--longfellow. he who ascends to mountain tops, shall find the loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; he who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below. --southey. they that stand high, have many blasts to shake them; and if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. --shakespeare. the path of glory leads but to the grave.--gray. we should be careful to deserve a good reputation by doing well; and when that care is once taken, not to be over anxious about the success.--rochester. say what we will, you may be sure that ambition is an error; its wear and tear of heart are never recompensed,--it steals away the freshness of life,--it deadens its vivid and social enjoyments,--it shuts our souls to our own youth,--and we are old ere we remember that we have made a fever and a labor of our raciest years.--lytton. i charge thee, fling away ambition: by that sin fell the angels. --shakespeare. a noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself, and a mean man by one which is lower than himself. the one produces aspiration; the other, ambition. ambition is the way in which a vulgar man aspires.--beecher. it is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. he is born to hopes and aspirations, as the sparks fly upward, unless he has brutified his nature, and quenched the spirit of immortality, which is his portion. --southey. ambition has but one reward for all: a little power, a little transient fame, a grave to rest in, and a fading name! --william winter. all my ambition is, i own, to profit and to please unknown; like streams supplied from springs below, which scatter blessings as they go. --dr. cotton. angels.--if you woo the company of the angels in your waking hours, they will be sure to come to you in your sleep.--g.d. prentice. the accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.--sterne. there are two angels that attend unseen each one of us, and in great books record our good and evil deeds. he who writes down the good ones, after every action closes his volume, and ascends with it to god. the other keeps his dreadful day-book open till sunset, that we may repent; which doing, the record of the action fades away, and leaves a line of white across the page. now if my act be good, as i believe it, it cannot be recalled. it is already sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accomplished. the rest is yours. --longfellow. millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. --milton. anger.--and to be wroth with one we love doth work like madness in the brain. --coleridge. anger is implanted in us as a sort of sting, to make us gnash with our teeth against the devil, to make us vehement against him, not to set us in array against each other. when anger rushes unrestrain'd to action, like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way. --savage. lamentation is the only musician that always, like a screech-owl, alights and sits on the roof of an angry man.--plutarch. he is a fool who cannot be angry; but he is a wise man who will not.--seneca. men in rage strike those that wish them best.--shakespeare. men often make up in wrath what they want in reason.--w.r. alger. anger is the most impotent passion that accompanies the mind of man; it effects nothing it goes about; and hurts the man who is possessed by it more than any other against whom it is directed.--clarendon. when angry, count ten before you speak; if very angry, a hundred. --jefferson. an angry man opens his mouth and shuts up his eyes.--cato. when a man is wrong and won't admit it, he always gets angry. --haliburton. let not the sun go down upon your wrath.--ephesians : . anger begins with folly and ends with repentance.--pythagoras. anger causes us often to condemn in one what we approve of in another.--pasquier quesnel. anxiety.--better to be despised for too anxious apprehensions than ruined by too confident a security.--burke. can your solicitude alter the cause or unravel the intricacy of human events?--blair. almost all men are over-anxious. no sooner do they enter the world than they lose that taste for natural and simple pleasures so remarkable in early life. every hour do they ask themselves what progress they have made in the pursuit of wealth or honor; and on they go as their fathers went before them, till, weary and sick at heart, they look back with a sigh of regret to the golden time of their childhood.--rogers. nothing in life is more remarkable than the unnecessary anxiety which we endure and generally occasion ourselves.--beaconsfield. art.--the perfection of art is to conceal art.--quintilian. art must anchor in nature, or it is the sport of every breath of folly.--hazlitt. beauty is at once the ultimate principle and the highest aim of art.--goethe. art does not imitate, but interpret.--mazzini. art is the gift of god, and must be used unto his glory.--longfellow. associates.--be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.-- corinthians : . he who comes from the kitchen smells of its smoke; he who adheres to a sect has something of its cant; the college air pursues the student, and dry inhumanity him who herds with literary pedants.--lavater. he that walketh with wise men shall be wise.--solomon. if you always live with those who are lame, you will yourself learn to limp.--from the latin. if men wish to be held in esteem, they must associate with those only who are estimable.--la bruyÃ�re. be very circumspect in the choice of thy company. in the society of thine equals thou shalt enjoy more pleasure; in the society of thy superiors thou shalt find more profit. to be the best in the company is the way to grow worse; the best means to grow better is to be the worst there.--quarles. a companion of fools shall be destroyed.--proverbs : . choose the company of your superiors whenever you can have it.--lord chesterfield. i set it down as a maxim, that it is good for a man to live where he can meet his betters, intellectual and social.--thackeray. keep good company, and you shall be of the number.--george herbert. it is best to be with those in time that we hope to be with in eternity.--fuller. astronomy.--the contemplation of celestial things will make a man both speak and think more sublimely and magnificently when he descends to human affairs.--cicero. the sun rejoicing round the earth, announced daily the wisdom, power and love of god. the moon awoke, and from her maiden face, shedding her cloudy locks, looked meekly forth, and with her virgin stars walked in the heavens,-- walked nightly there, conversing as she walked, of purity, and holiness, and god. --robert pollok. i love to rove amidst the starry height, to leave the little scenes of earth behind, and let imagination wing her flight on eagle pinions swifter than the wind. i love the planets in their course to trace; to mark the comets speeding to the sun, then launch into immeasurable space, where, lost to human sight, remote they run. i love to view the moon, when high she rides amidst the heav'ns, in borrowed lustre bright; to fathom how she rules the subject tides, and how she borrows from the sun her light. o! these are wonders of th' almighty hand, whose wisdom first the circling orbits planned. --t. rodd. atheism.--i should like to see a man sober in his habits, moderate, chaste, just in his dealings, assert that there is no god; he would speak at least without interested motives; but such a man is not to be found.--la bruyÃ�re. an atheist-laugh's a poor exchange for deity offended! --burns. the fool hath said in his heart, there is no god.--psalm : . kircher, the astronomer, having an acquaintance who denied the existence of a supreme being, took the following method to convince him of his error. expecting him on a visit, he placed a handsome celestial globe in a part of the room where it could not escape the notice of his friend, who, on observing it, inquired whence it came, and who was the maker. "it was not made by any person," said the astronomer. "that is impossible," replied the sceptic; "you surely jest." kircher then took occasion to reason with his friend upon his own atheistical principles, explaining to him that he had adopted this plan with a design to show him the fallacy of his scepticism. "you will not," said he, "admit that this small body originated in mere chance, and yet you contend that those heavenly bodies, to which it bears only a faint and diminutive resemblance, came into existence without author or design." he pursued this chain of reasoning till his friend was totally confounded, and cordially acknowledged the absurdity of his notions. by night an atheist half believes a god.--young. no one is so much alone in the world as a denier of god.--richter. when men live as if there were no god, it becomes expedient for them that there should be none; and then they endeavor to persuade themselves so.--tillotson. atheism is the result of ignorance and pride, of strong sense and feeble reasons, of good eating and ill living.--jeremy collier. atheism can benefit no class of people,--neither the unfortunate, whom it bereaves of hope, nor the prosperous, whose joys it renders insipid.--chateaubriand. authority.--self-possession is the backbone of authority.--haliburton. man, proud man! dressed in a little brief authority: most ignorant of what he's most assur'd. his glassy essence--like an angry ape plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep. --shakespeare. though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold.--shakespeare. authors.--choose an author as you choose a friend.--earl of roscommon. the motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine. to many the trumpet of fame is nothing but a tin horn to call them home, like laborers from the field, at dinner-time, and they think themselves lucky to get the dinner.--longfellow. it is a doubt whether mankind are most indebted to those who, like bacon and butler, dig the gold from the mine of literature, or to those who, like paley, purify it, stamp it, fix its real value, and give it currency and utility.--colton. twenty to one offend more in writing too much than too little.--roger ascham. he who proposes to be an author should first be a student.--dryden. nothing is so beneficial to a young author as the advice of a man whose judgment stands constitutionally at the freezing-point.--douglas jerrold. no fathers or mothers think their own children ugly; and this self-deceit is yet stronger with respect to the offspring of the mind.--cervantes. there are three difficulties in authorship--to write anything worth the publishing, to find honest men to publish it, and to get sensible men to read it.--colton. an author! 'tis a venerable name! how few deserve it, and what numbers claim! unblest with sense above their peers refin'd, who shall stand up, dictators to mankind? nay, who dare shine, if not in virtue's cause? that sole proprietor of just applause. --young. never write on a subject without having first read yourself full on it; and never read on a subject till you have thought yourself hungry on it.--richter. how many great ones may remember'd be, which in their days most famously did flourish, of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see, but as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish, because the living cared not to cherish no gentle wits, through pride or covetize, which might their names for ever memorize! --spenser. the two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar, and familiar things new.--thackeray. to write well is to think well, to feel well, and to render well; it is to possess at once intellect, soul and taste.--buffon. young authors give their brains much exercise and little food.--joubert. avarice.--it is surely very narrow policy that supposes money to be the chief good.--johnson. poverty is in want of much, but avarice of everything.--publius syrus. there are two considerations which always imbitter the heart of an avaricious man--the one is a perpetual thirst after more riches, the other the prospect of leaving what he has already acquired.--fielding. o cursed lust of gold: when for thy sake the fool throws up his interest in both worlds, first starved in this, then damn'd in that to come. --blair. many have been ruined by their fortunes; many have escaped ruin by the want of fortune. to obtain it, the great have become little, and the little great.--zimmermann. avarice is the vice of declining years.--george bancroft. riches, like insects, when conceal'd they lie, wait but for wings, and in their season fly. who sees pale mammon pine amidst his store, sees but a backward steward for the poor; this year a reservoir, to keep and spare; the next a fountain, spouting thro' his heir in lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, and men and dogs shall drink him till they burst. --pope. the love of money is the root of all evil.-- timothy : . the avaricious man is like the barren, sandy ground of the desert, which sucks in all the rain and dews with greediness, but yields no fruitful herbs or plants for the benefit of others.--zeno. avarice in old age, is foolish; for what can be more absurd than to increase our provisions for the road, the nearer we approach to our journey's end?--cicero. poverty wants some, luxury many, and avarice all things.--cowley. bashfulness.--modesty is the graceful, calm virtue of maturity; bashfulness the charm of vivacious youth.--mary wollstonecraft. as those that pull down private houses adjoining to the temples of the gods, prop up such parts as are contiguous to them; so, in undermining bashfulness, due regard is to be had to adjacent modesty, good-nature and humanity.--plutarch. bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age. --aristotle. women who are the least bashful are not unfrequently the most modest; and we are never more deceived than when we would infer any laxity of principle from that freedom of demeanor which often arises from a total ignorance of vice.--colton. beauty.--it is beauty that begins to please, and tenderness that completes the charm.--fontenelle. keats spoke for all time when he said, "a thing of beauty is a joy forever."--thackeray. beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised except by those to whom it has been refused.--gibbon. what is beauty? not the show of shapely limbs and features. no. these are but flowers that have their dated hours to breathe their momentary sweets, then go. 'tis the stainless soul within that outshines the fairest skin. --sir a. hunt. i pray thee, o god, that i may be beautiful within.--socrates. happily there exists more than one kind of beauty. there is the beauty of infancy, the beauty of youth, the beauty of maturity, and, believe me, ladies and gentlemen, the beauty of age.--g.a. sala. there is no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.--j. petit-senn. there is a self-evident axiom, that she who is born a beauty is half married.--ouida. beauty attracts us men, but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed with gold or silver beside, it attracts with tenfold power.--richter. if thou marry beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which, perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year.--raleigh. it is seldom that beautiful persons are otherwise of great virtue. --bacon. the most natural beauty in the world is honesty and moral truth. --shaftesbury. every year of my life i grow more convinced that it is wisest and best to fix our attention on the beautiful and good and dwell as little as possible on the dark and the base.--cecil. a woman possessing nothing but outward advantages is like a flower without fragrance, a tree without fruit.--regnier. all orators are dumb, when beauty pleadeth.--shakespeare. who has not experienced how, on near acquaintance, plainness becomes beautified, and beauty loses its charm, exactly according to the quality of the heart and mind? and from this cause am i of opinion that the want of outward beauty never disquiets a noble nature or will be regarded as a misfortune. it never can prevent people from being amiable and beloved in the highest degree.--frederika bremer. good nature will always supply the absence of beauty; but beauty cannot supply the absence of good nature.--addison. there should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.--pope. socrates called beauty a short-lived tyranny; plato, a privilege of nature; theophrastus, a silent cheat; theocritus, a delightful prejudice; carneades, a solitary kingdom; domitian said, that nothing was more grateful; aristotle affirmed that beauty was better than all the letters of recommendation in the world; homer, that 'twas a glorious gift of nature, and ovid, alluding to him, calls it a favor bestowed by the gods.--from the italian. beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, a shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud; a brittle glass, that's broken presently; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. and as good lost is seld or never found, as fading gloss no rubbing will refresh, as flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground, as broken glass no cement can redress, so beauty blemish'd once, for ever's lost, in spite of physic, painting, pain and cost. --shakespeare. give me a look, give me a face, that makes simplicity a grace; robes loosely flowing, hair as free! such sweet neglect more taketh me, than all the adulteries of art; that strike mine eyes, but not my heart. --ben jonson. benevolence.--every charitable act is a stepping stone toward heaven.--beecher. the disposition to give a cup of cold water to a disciple is a far nobler property than the finest intellect. satan has a fine intellect but not the image of god.--howells. animated by christian motives and directed to christian ends, it shall in no wise go unrewarded; here, by the testimony of an approving conscience; hereafter, by the benediction of our blessed redeemer, and a brighter inheritance in his father's house.--bishop mant. god will excuse our prayers for ourselves whenever we are prevented from them by being occupied in such good works as to entitle us to the prayers of others.--colton. the lower a man descends in his love, the higher he lifts his life. --w.r. alger. there is nothing that requires so strict an economy as our benevolence. we should husband our means as the agriculturalist his fertilizer, which if he spread over too large a superficies produces no crop, if over too small a surface, exuberates in rankness and in weeds.--colton. the conqueror is regarded with awe, the wise man commands our esteem; but it is the benevolent man who wins our affections.--from the french. never lose a chance of saying a kind word. as collingwood never saw a vacant place in his estate but he took an acorn out of his pocket and popped it in, so deal with your compliments through life. an acorn costs nothing; but it may sprout into a prodigious bit of timber. --thackeray. you will find people ready enough to do the samaritan without the oil and twopence.--sydney smith. genuine benevolence is not stationary, but peripatetic. it _goeth_ about doing good.--nevins. benevolence is not in word and in tongue, but in deed and in truth. it is a business with men as they are, and with human life as drawn by the rough hand of experience. it is a duty which you must perform at the call of principle; though there be no voice of eloquence to give splendor to your exertions, and no music of poetry to lead your willing footsteps through the bowers of enchantment. it is not the impulse of high and ecstatic emotion. it is an exertion of principle. you must go to the poor man's cottage, though no verdure flourish around it, and no rivulet be nigh to delight you by the gentleness of its murmurs. if you look for the romantic simplicity of fiction you will be disappointed; but it is your duty to persevere, in spite of every discouragement. benevolence is not merely a feeling but a principle; not a dream of rapture for the fancy to indulge in, but a business for the hand to execute.--chalmers. the only way to be loved, is to be and to appear lovely; to possess and display kindness, benevolence, tenderness; to be free from selfishness and to be alive to the welfare of others.--jay. beneficence is a duty. he who frequently practices it, and sees his benevolent intentions realized, at length comes really to love him to whom he has done good. when, therefore, it is said, "thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself," it is not meant, thou shalt love him first and do him good in consequence of that love, but, thou shalt do good to thy neighbor; and this thy beneficence will engender in thee that love to mankind which is the fulness and consummation of the inclination to do good.--kant. the lessons of prudence have charms, and slighted, may lead to distress; but the man whom benevolence warms is an angel who lives but to bless. --bloomfield. every virtue carries with it its own reward, but none in so distinguished and pre-eminent a degree as benevolence. bible.--the bible begins gloriously with paradise, the symbol of youth, and ends with the everlasting kingdom, with the holy city. the history of every man should be a bible.--novalis. the scriptures teach us the best way of living, the noblest way of suffering, and the most comfortable way of dying.--flavel. within that awful volume lies the mystery of mysteries! happiest they of human race, to whom god has granted grace to read, to fear, to hope, to pray, to lift the latch and force the way; and better had they ne'er been born, who read to doubt, or read to scorn. --scott. like the needle to the north pole, the bible points to heaven. --r.b. nichol. there are two books laid before us to study, to prevent our falling into error: first, the volume of the scriptures, which reveal the will of god; then the volume of the creatures, which express his power. --bacon. men cannot be well educated without the bible. it ought, therefore, to hold the chief place in every situation of learning throughout christendom; and i do not know of a higher service that could be rendered to this republic than the bringing about this desirable result.--dr. nutt. what is the bible in your house? it is not the old testament, it is not the new testament, it is not the gospel according to matthew, or mark, or luke, or john; it is the gospel according to william, it is the gospel according to mary, it is the gospel according to henry and james, it is the gospel according to your name. you write your own bible.--beecher. a single book has saved me; but that book is not of human origin. long had i despised it; long had i deemed it a class-book for the credulous and ignorant; until, having investigated the gospel of christ, with an ardent desire to ascertain its truth or falsity, its pages proffered to my inquiries the simplest knowledge of man and nature, and the simplest, and at the same time the most exalted system of moral ethics. faith, hope and charity were enkindled in my bosom; and every advancing step strengthened me in the conviction that the morals of this book are as infinitely superior to human morals as its oracles are superior to human opinions.--m.l. bautin. whence but from heaven, could men unskill'd in arts, in several ages born, in several parts, weave such agreeing truths? or how, or why should all conspire to cheat us with a lie? --dryden. good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.--milton. i will answer for it, the longer you read the bible, the more you will like it; it will grow sweeter and sweeter; and the more you get into the spirit of it, the more you will get into the spirit of christ. --romaine. it has god for its author, salvation for its end, and truth, without any mixture of error, for its matter: it is all pure, all sincere, nothing too much, nothing wanting.--locke. a bible and a newspaper in every house, a good school in every district--all studied and appreciated as they merit--are the principal support of virtue, morality and civil liberty.--franklin. here there is milk for babes, whilst there is manna for angels; truth level with the mind of a peasant; truth soaring beyond the reach of a seraph.--rev. hugh stowell. it is belief in the bible, the fruits of deep meditation, which has served me as the guide of my moral and literary life. i have found capital safely invested and richly productive of interest, although i have sometimes made but a bad use of it.--goethe. bigotry.--all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.--pope. bigotry dwarfs the soul by shutting out the truth.--chapin. a man must be excessively stupid, as well as uncharitable, who believes there is no virtue but on his own side.--addison. show me the man who would go to heaven alone if he could, and in that man i will show you one who will never be admitted into heaven.--feltham. biography.--the great lesson of biography is to show what man can be and do at his best. a noble life put fairly on record acts like an inspiration to others.--samuel smiles. biography, especially the biography of the great and good, who have risen by their own exertions from poverty and obscurity to eminence and usefulness, is an inspiring and ennobling study. its direct tendency is to reproduce the excellence it records.--horace mann. to be ignorant of the lives of the most celebrated men of antiquity is to continue in a state of childhood all our days.--plutarch. boasting.--where there is much pretension, much has been borrowed; nature never pretends.--lavater. where boasting ends, there dignity begins.--young. a gentleman that loves to hear himself talk will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.--shakespeare. men of real merit, and whose noble and glorious deeds we are ready to acknowledge, are yet not to be endured when they vaunt their own actions.--Ã�schines. the less people speak of their greatness the more we think of it.--bacon. conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament: they are but beggars that can count their worth. --shakespeare. books.--when friends grow cold, and the converse of intimates languishes into vapid civility and commonplace, books only continue the unaltered countenance of happier days, and cheer us with that true friendship which never deceived hope nor deserted sorrow.--washington irving. no book can be so good as to be profitable when negligently read. --seneca. he who loves not books before he comes to thirty years of age, will hardly love them enough afterward to understand them.--clarendon. i like books. i was born and bred among them, and have the easy feeling, when i get in their presence, that a stable-boy has among horses.--o.w. holmes. many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings--as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil; that being considered best which fairly prostrates the purchaser.--longfellow. nothing can supply the place of books. they are cheering or soothing companions in solitude, illness, affliction. the wealth of both continents would not compensate for the good they impart.--channing. we should have a glorious conflagration if all who cannot put _fire_ into their works would only consent to put their works into the _fire_.--colton. books, dear books, have been, and are my comforts; morn and night, adversity, prosperity, at home, abroad, health, sickness--good or ill report, the same firm friends; the same refreshment rich, and source of consolation. --dr. dodd. when a book raises your spirit, and inspires you with noble and courageous feelings, seek for no other rule to judge the work by; it is good, and made by a good workman.--la bruyÃ�re. books are a guide in youth, and an entertainment for age. they support us under solitude, and keep us from becoming a burden to ourselves. they help us to forget the crossness of men and things, compose our cares and our passions, and lay our disappointments asleep. when we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride or design in their conversation.--jeremy collier. he that studies books alone, will know how things ought to be; and he that studies men will know how things are.--colton. it is with books as with men: a very small number play a great part; the rest are confounded with the multitude.--voltaire. good books are to the young mind what the warming sun and the refreshing rain of spring are to the seeds which have lain dormant in the frosts of winter. they are more, for they may save from that which is worse than death, as well as bless with that which is better than life.--horace mann. the books which help you most are those which make you think the most. the hardest way of learning is by easy reading: but a great book that comes from a great thinker--it is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and with beauty.--theodore parker. books, like friends, should be few, and well chosen. thou mayst as well expect to grow stronger by always eating as wiser by always reading. too much overcharges nature, and turns more into disease than nourishment. 'tis thought and digestion which makes books serviceable, and gives health and vigor to the mind.--fuller. brevity.--brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes.--shakespeare. brevity in writing is what charity is to all other virtues--righteousness is nothing without the one, nor authorship without the other.--sydney smith. if you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.--southey. the more an idea is developed the more concise becomes its expression; the more a tree is pruned, the better is the fruit.--alfred bougeant. the more you say the less people remember. the fewer the words, the greater the profit.--fÃ�nelon. with vivid words your just conceptions grace, much truth compressing in a narrow space; then many shall peruse, but few complain, and envy frown, and critics snarl in vain. --pindar. brevity is the child of silence, and is a credit to its parentage. --h.w. shaw. a verse may find him whom a sermon flies.--george herbert. when a man has no design but to speak plain truth, he may say a great deal in a very narrow compass.--steele. business.--that which is everybody's business is nobody's business. --izaak walton. formerly when great fortunes were only made in war, war was a business; but now, when great fortunes are only made by business, business is war.--bovee. call on a business man at business times only, and on business, transact your business and go about your business, in order to give him time to finish his business.--duke of wellington. men of great parts are often unfortunate in the management of public business, because they are apt to go out of the common road by the quickness of their imagination.--swift. rare almost as great poets, rarer, perhaps, than veritable saints and martyrs, are consummate men of business. a man, to be excellent in this way, requires a great knowledge of character, with that exquisite tact which feels unerringly the right moment when to act. a discreet rapidity must pervade all the movements of his thought and action. he must be singularly free from vanity, and is generally found to be an enthusiast who has the art to conceal his enthusiasm.--helps. it is very sad for a man to make himself servant to a thing, his manhood all taken out of him by the hydraulic pressure of excessive business. i should not like to be merely a great doctor, a great lawyer, a great minister, a great politician--i should like to be also something of a man.--theodore parker. not because of any extraordinary talents did he succeed, but because he had a capacity on a level for business and not above it.--tacitus. the great secret both of health and successful industry is the absolute yielding up of one's consciousness to the business and diversion of the hour--never permitting the one to infringe in the least degree upon the other.--sismondi. few people do business well who do nothing else.--chesterfield. to men addicted to delights, business is an interruption; to such as are cold to delights, business is an entertainment. for which reason it was said to one who commended a dull man for his application, "no thanks to him; if he had no business, he would have nothing to do."--steele. care.--to carry care to bed is to sleep with a pack on your back. --haliburton. cast all your care on god: that anchor holds.--tennyson. care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, and every grin, so merry, draws one out. --dr. wolcot. he who climbs above the cares of this world, and turns his face to his god, has found the sunny side of life.--spurgeon. caution.--it is a good thing to learn caution by the misfortunes of others.--publius syrus. vessels large may venture more, but little boats should keep near shore. --benjamin franklin. caution is the eldest child of wisdom.--victor hugo. all is to be feared where all is to be lost.--byron. censure.--few persons have sufficient wisdom to prefer censure which is useful to them to praise which deceives them.--la rochefoucauld. to arrive at perfection, a man should have very sincere friends, or inveterate enemies; because he would be made sensible of his good or ill conduct either by the censures of the one or the admonitions of the others.--diogenes. censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.--swift. the villain's censure is extorted praise.--pope. character.--how wonderfully beautiful is the delineation of the characters of the three patriarchs in genesis! to be sure if ever man could, without impropriety, be called, or supposed to be, "the friend of god," abraham was that man. we are not surprised that abimelech and ephron seem to reverence him so profoundly. he was peaceful, because of his conscious relation to god.--s.t. coleridge. the great hope of society is individual character.--channing. a man is known to his dog by the smell, to his tailor by the coat, to his friend by the smile; each of these know him, but how little or how much depends on the dignity of the intelligence. that which is truly and indeed characteristic of the man is known only to god.--ruskin. never does a man portray his own character more vividly than in his manner of portraying another.--richter. there are beauties of character which, like the night-blooming cereus, are closed against the glare and turbulence of every-day life, and bloom only in shade and solitude, and beneath the quiet stars.--tuckerman. there are many persons of whom it may be said that they have no other possession in the world but their character, and yet they stand as firmly upon it as any crowned king.--samuel smiles. the man that makes a character makes foes.--young. he's truly valiant that can wisely suffer the worst that man can breathe; and make his wrongs his outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly; and ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, to bring it into danger. --shakespeare. every man has three characters--that which he exhibits, that which he has, and that which he thinks he has.--alphonse karr. the best rules to form a young man are to talk little, to hear much, to reflect alone upon what has passed in company, to distrust one's own opinions, and value others that deserve it.--sir william temple. brains and character rule the world. the most distinguished frenchman of the last century said, "men succeed less by their talents than their character." there were scores of men a hundred years ago who had more intellect than washington. he outlives and overrides them all by the influence of his character.--wendell phillips. all men are like in their lower natures; it is in their higher characters that they differ.--bovee. you may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good.--lavater. give me the character and i will forecast the event. character, it has in substance been said, is "victory organized."--bovee. a good character is in all cases the fruit of personal exertion. it is not inherited from parents, it is not created by external advantages, it is no necessary appendage of birth, wealth, talents, or station; but it is the result of one's own endeavors.--hawes. actions, looks, words, steps, form the alphabet by which you may spell characters.--lavater. charity.--i have much more confidence in the charity which begins in the home and diverges into a large humanity, than in the world-wide philanthropy which begins at the outside of our horizon to converge into egotism.--mrs. jameson. to complain that life has no joys while there is a single creature whom we can relieve by our bounty, assist by our counsels, or enliven by our presence, is to lament the loss of that which we possess, and is just as irrational as to die of thirst with the cup in our hands.--fitzosborne. but when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.--matthew : . the spirit of the world encloses four kinds of spirits, diametrically opposed to charity--the spirit of resentment, spirit of aversion, spirit of jealousy, and the spirit of indifference.--bossuet. posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness, when bequeathed by those who, when alive, would part with nothing.--colton. the drying up a single tear has more of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. --byron. be charitable and indulgent to every one but yourself.--joubert. almost all the virtues that can be named are enwrapt in one virtue of charity and love:--for "it suffereth long," and so it is longanimity; it "is kind," and so it is courtesy; it "vaunteth not itself," and so it is modesty; it "is not puffed up," and so it is humility; it "is not easily provoked," and so it is lenity; it "thinketh no evil," and so it is simplicity; it "rejoiceth in the truth," and so it is verity; it "beareth all things," and so it is fortitude; it "believeth all things," and so it is faith; it "hopeth all things," and so it is confidence; it "endureth all things," and so it is patience; it "never faileth," and so it is perseverance.--chillingworth. as every lord giveth a certain livery to his servants, charity is the very livery of christ. our saviour, who is the lord above all lords, would have his servants known by their badge, which is love.--latimer. you must have a genius for charity as well as for anything else. --thoreau. prayer carries us half way to god, fasting brings us to the door of his palace, and alms-giving procures us admission.--koran. above all things have fervent charity among yourselves; for charity shall cover the multitude of sins.-- peter : . it is an old saying, that charity begins at home; but this is no reason it should not go abroad. a man should live with the world as a citizen of the world; he may have a preference for the particular quarter or square, or even alley, in which he lives, but he should have a generous feeling for the welfare of the whole.--cumberland. alas for the rarity of christian charity under the sun!--hood. you cannot separate charity and religion.--colton. think not you are charitable if the love of jesus and his brethren be not purely the motive of your gifts. alas! you might not give your superfluities, but "bestow all your goods to feed the poor;" you might even "give your body to be burned" for them, and yet be utterly destitute of charity, if self-seeking, self-pleasing or self-ends guide you; and guide you they must, until the love of god be by the holy ghost shed abroad in your heart.--haweis. whoever would entitle himself after death, through the merits of his redeemer, to the noblest of rewards, let him serve god throughout life in this most excellent of all duties, doing good to our brethren. whoever is sensible of his offences, let him take this way especially of evidencing his repentance.--archbishop secker. i have learned from jesus christ himself what charity is, and how we ought to practise it; for he says, "by this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye love one another." never can i, therefore, please myself in the hope that i may obtain the name of a servant of christ, if i possess not a true and unfeigned charity within me. --st. basil. there is a debt of mercy and pity, of charity and compassion, of relief and succor due to human nature, and payable from one man to another; and such as deny to pay it the distressed in the time of their abundance may justly expect it will be denied themselves in a time of want. "with what measure you mete it shall be measured to you again."--burkitt. we should give as we would receive, cheerfully, quickly, and without hesitation; for there is no grace in a benefit that sticks to the fingers.--seneca. as the purse is emptied the heart is filled.--victor hugo. then gently scan your brother man, still gentler, sister woman; though they may gang a kennin' wrang, to step aside is human. --burns. cheerfulness.--cheerfulness is full of significance: it suggests good health, a clear conscience, and a soul at peace with all human nature.--charles kingsley. as in our lives so also in our studies, it is most becoming and most wise, so to temper gravity with cheerfulness, that the former may not imbue our minds with melancholy, nor the latter degenerate into licentiousness.--pliny. a merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.--proverbs : . be of good cheer.--john : . the mind that is cheerful in its present state, will be averse to all solicitude as to the future, and will meet the bitter occurrences of life with a placid smile.--horace. an ounce of cheerfulness is worth a pound of sadness to serve god with.--fuller. if good people would but make their goodness agreeable, and smile instead of frowning in their virtue, how many would they win to the good cause!--archbishop usher. between levity and cheerfulness there is a wide distinction; and the mind which is most open to levity is frequently a stranger to cheerfulness.--blair. you find yourself refreshed by the presence of cheerful people. why not make earnest effort to confer that pleasure on others? you will find half the battle is gained if you never allow yourself to say anything gloomy.--mrs. l.m. child. inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but all who come in contact with it.--j.t. fields. the way to cheerfulness is to keep our bodies in exercise and our minds at ease.--steele. let us be of good cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never happen.--lowell. a cheerful temper, joined with innocence, will make beauty attractive, knowledge delightful and wit good-natured. it will lighten sickness, poverty and affliction, convert ignorance into an amiable simplicity, and render deformity itself agreeable.--addison. children.--if i were to choose among all gifts and qualities that which, on the whole, makes life pleasantest, i should select the love of children. no circumstance can render this world wholly a solitude to one who has this possession.--t.w. higginson. i love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from god, love us.--dickens. they are idols of hearts and of households; they are angels of god in disguise; his sunlight still sleeps in their tresses; his glory still gleams in their eyes. oh those truants from home and from heaven, they have made me more manly and mild, and i know now how jesus could liken the kingdom of god to a child. --dickens. the child is father of the man. --wordsworth. the smallest children are nearest to god, as the smallest planets are nearest the sun.--richter. in trying to teach children a great deal in a short time, they are treated not as though the race they were to run was for life, but simply a three-mile heat.--horace mann. childhood shows the man as morning shows the day. --milton. be very vigilant over thy child in the april of his understanding, lest the frost of may nip his blossoms. while he is a tender twig, straighten him; whilst he is a new vessel, season him; such as thou makest him, such commonly shalt thou find him. let his first lesson be obedience, and his second shall be what thou wilt.--quarles. a child is an angel dependent on man.--count de maistre. a child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought--what on earth can be more beautiful? full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own. in prayer, how earnest; in joy, how sparkling; in sympathy, how tender! the man who never tried the companionship of a little child has carelessly passed by one of the great pleasures of life, as one passes a rare flower without plucking it or knowing its value.--mrs. norton. if a boy is not trained to endure and to bear trouble, he will grow up a girl; and a boy that is a girl has all a girl's weakness without any of her regal qualities. a woman made out of a woman is god's noblest work; a woman made out of a man is his meanest.--beecher. children are the keys of paradise. * * * they alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer. --stoddard. blessed be the hand that prepares a pleasure for a child, for there is no saying when and where it may bloom forth.--douglas jerrold. many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.--bovee. if there is anything that will endure the eye of god because it still is pure, it is the spirit of a little child, fresh from his hand, and therefore undefiled. nearer the gate of paradise than we, our children breathe its airs, its angels see; and when they pray, god hears their simple prayer, yea, even sheathes his sword, in judgment bare. --stoddard. every child walks into existence through the golden gate of love. --beecher. of all sights which can soften and humanize the heart of man, there is none that ought so surely to reach it as that of innocent children enjoying the happiness which is their proper and natural portion.--southey. ah! what would the world be to us, if the children were no more? we should dread the desert behind us worse than the dark before. --longfellow. jesus was the first great teacher of men who showed a genuine sympathy for childhood. when he said, "of such is the kingdom of heaven," it was a revelation.--edward eggleston. where children are there is the golden age.--novalis. christ.--the best of men that ever wore earth about him was a sufferer, a soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit; the first true gentleman that ever breathed.--decker. all the glory and beauty of christ are manifested within, and there he delights to dwell; his visits there are frequent, his condescension amazing, his conversation sweet, his comforts refreshing; and the peace that he brings passeth all understanding.--thomas Ã� kempis. from first to last jesus is the same; always the same, majestic and simple, infinitely severe and infinitely gentle.--napoleon i. he, the holiest among the mighty, and the mightiest among the holy, has lifted with his pierced hands empires off their hinges, has turned the stream of centuries out of its channel, and still governs the ages.--richter. in his death he is a sacrifice, satisfying for our sins; in the resurrection, a conqueror; in the ascension, a king; in the intercession, a high priest.--luther. jesus christ was more than man.--napoleon i. the sages and heroes of history are receding from us, and history contracts the record of their deeds into a narrower and narrower page. but time has no power over the name and deeds and words of jesus christ.--channing. alexander, cæsar, charlemagne and i myself have founded empires; but upon what do these creations of our genius depend? upon force. jesus alone founded his empire upon love; and to this very day millions would die for him.--napoleon i. if the life and death of socrates were those of a sage, the life and death of jesus were those of a god.--rousseau. those who have minutely studied the character of the saviour will find it difficult to determine whether there is most to admire or to imitate in it--there is so much of both. christianity.--a christian is god almighty's gentleman.--hare. the real security of christianity is to be found in its benevolent morality, in its exquisite adaptation to the human heart, in the facility with which its scheme accommodates itself to the capacity of every human intellect, in the consolation which it bears to every house of mourning, in the light with which it brightens the great mystery of the grave.--macaulay. it is the truth divine, speaking to our whole being: occupying, calling into action, and satisfying man's every faculty, supplying the minutest wants of his being, and speaking in one and the same moment to his reason, his conscience and his heart. it is the light of reason, the life of the heart, and the strength of the will.--pierre. since its introduction, human nature has made great progress, and society experienced great changes; and in this advanced condition of the world, christianity, instead of losing its application and importance, is found to be more and more congenial and adapted to man's nature and wants. men have outgrown the other institutions of that period when christianity appeared, its philosophy, its modes of warfare, its policy, its public and private economy; but christianity has never shrunk as intellect has opened, but has always kept in advance of men's faculties, and unfolded nobler views in proportion as they have ascended. the highest powers and affections which our nature has developed, find more than adequate objects in this religion. christianity is indeed peculiarly fitted to the more improved stages of society, to the more delicate sensibilities of refined minds, and especially to that dissatisfaction with the present state, which always grows with the growth of our moral powers and affections. --channing. it is a refiner as well as a purifier of the heart; it imparts correctness of perception, delicacy of sentiment, and all those nicer shades of thought and feeling which constitute elegance of mind. --mrs. john sanford. i desire no other evidence of the truth of christianity than the lord's prayer.--madame de stael. had it been published by a voice from heaven, that twelve poor men, taken out of boats and creeks, without any help of learning, should conquer the world to the cross, it might have been thought an illusion against all reason of men; yet we know it was undertaken and accomplished by them.--stephen charnock. a few persons of an odious and despised country could not have filled the world with believers, had they not shown undoubted credentials from the divine person who sent them on such a message.--addison. company.--nature has left every man a capacity of being agreeable, though not of shining in company; and there are a hundred men sufficiently qualified for both who, by a very few faults, that they might correct in half an hour, are not so much as tolerable.--swift. it is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases one of another; therefore, let men take heed of their company.--shakespeare. the most agreeable of all companions is a simple, frank man, without any high pretensions to an oppressive greatness; one who loves life, and understands the use of it; obliging alike at all hours; above all, of a golden temper and steadfast as an anchor. for such an one we gladly exchange the greatest genius, the most brilliant wit, the profoundest thinker.--lessing. no man can possibly improve in any company for which he has not respect enough to be under some degree of restraint.--chesterfield. a companion is but another self; wherefore it is an argument that a man is wicked if he keep company with the wicked.--st. clement. let them have ever so learned lectures of breeding, that which will most influence their carriage will be the company they converse with, and the fashion of those about them.--locke. conceit.--be not wise in your own conceits.--romans : . conceit is the most contemptible and one of the most odious qualities in the world. it is vanity driven from all other shifts, and forced to appeal to itself for admiration.--hazlitt. the certain way to be cheated is to fancy one's self more cunning than others.--charron. conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but impairs what it would improve.--pope. be very slow to believe that you are wiser than all others; it is a fatal but common error. where one has been saved by a true estimation of another's weakness, thousands have been destroyed by a false appreciation of their own strength.--colton. we go and fancy that everybody is thinking of us. but he is not; he is like us--he is thinking of himself.--charles reade. seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.--proverbs : . a man who is proud of small things shows that small things are great to him.--madame de girardin. self-made men are most always apt to be a little too proud of the job.--h.w. shaw. nature has sometimes made a fool, but a coxcomb is always of a man's own making.--addison. he who gives himself airs of importance exhibits the credentials of impotence.--lavater. the more any one speaks of himself, the less he likes to hear another talked of.--lavater. conduct.--i will govern my life, and my thoughts, as if the whole world were to see the one, and to read the other; for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor, when to god (who is the searcher of our hearts) all our privacies are open?--seneca. the integrity of men is to be measured by their conduct, not by their professions.--junius. have more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest, lend less than thou owest, learn more than thou trowest, set less than thou throwest. --shakespeare. a man, like a watch, is to be valued for his manner of going.--william penn. i would, god knows, in a poor woodman's hut have spent my peaceful days, and shared my crust with her who would have cheer'd me, rather far than on this throne; but being what i am, i'll be it nobly. --joanna baillie. only add deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, by name to come call'd charity, the soul of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath to leave this paradise, but shalt possess a paradise within thee, happier far. --milton. take heed lest passion sway thy judgment to do aught which else free-will would not admit. --milton. confidence.--whatever distrust we may have of the sincerity of those who converse with us, we always believe they will tell us more truth than they do to others.--la rochefoucauld. never put much confidence in such as put no confidence in others.--hare. when young, we trust ourselves too much, and we trust others too little when old. rashness is the error of youth, timid caution of age. manhood is the isthmus between the two extremes; the ripe and fertile season of action, when alone we can hope to find the head to contrive, united with the hand to execute.--colton. he who believes in nobody knows that he himself is not to be trusted. --auerbach. trust not him that hath once broken faith.--shakespeare. people have generally three epochs in their confidence in man. in the first they believe him to be everything that is good, and they are lavish with their friendship and confidence. in the next, they have had experience, which has smitten down their confidence, and they then have to be careful not to mistrust every one, and to put the worst construction upon everything. later in life, they learn that the greater number of men have much more good in them than bad, and that even when there is cause to blame, there is more reason to pity than condemn; and then a spirit of confidence again awakens within them. --fredrika bremer. trust him little who praises all, him less who censures all, and him least who is indifferent about all.--lavater. conscience.--conscience is a clock which, in one man, strikes aloud and gives warning; in another, the hand points silently to the figure, but strikes not. meantime, hours pass away, and death hastens, and after death comes judgment.--jeremy taylor. oh! conscience! conscience! man's most faithful friend, him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend: but if he will thy friendly checks forego, thou art, oh! wo for me, his deadliest foe! --crabbe. in the commission of evil, fear no man so much as thyself; another is but one witness against thee, thou art a thousand; another thou mayest avoid, thyself thou canst not. wickedness is its own punishment. --quarles. a good conscience is a continual christmas.--franklin. be mine that silent calm repast, a conscience cheerful to the last: that tree which bears immortal fruit, without a canker at the root; that friend which never fails the just, when other friends desert their trust. --dr. cotton. no man ever offended his own conscience, but first or last it was revenged upon him for it.--south. he that loses his conscience has nothing left that is worth keeping. therefore be sure you look to that, and in the next place look to your health; and if you have it praise god and value it next to a good conscience.--izaak walton. our secret thoughts are rarely heard except in secret. no man knows what conscience is until he understands what solitude can teach him concerning it.--joseph cook. a man never outlives his conscience, and that, for this cause only, he cannot outlive himself.--south. rules of society are nothing, one's conscience is the umpire.--madame dudevant. a man, so to speak, who is not able to bow to his own conscience every morning is hardly in a condition to respectfully salute the world at any other time of the day.--douglas jerrold. in matters of conscience first thoughts are best; in matters of prudence last thoughts are best--rev. robert hall. a man's first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own heart; his next, to escape the censures of the world. if the last interferes with the former, it ought to be entirely neglected; but otherwise there cannot be a greater satisfaction to an honest mind, than to see those approbations which it gives itself seconded by the applause of the public.--addison. conscience raises its voice in the breast of every man, a witness for his creator. we should have all our communications with men, as in the presence of god; and with god, as in the presence of men.--colton. i am more afraid of my own heart than of the pope and all his cardinals. i have within me the great pope, self.--luther. the most reckless sinner against his own conscience has always in the background the consolation that he will go on in this course only this time, or only so long, but that at such a time he will amend. we may be assured that we do not stand clear with our own consciences so long as we determine or project, or even hold it possible, at some future time to alter our course of action.--fichte. there is one court whose "findings" are incontrovertible, and whose sessions are held in the chambers of our own breast.--hosea ballou. trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything. --sterne. he that hath a blind conscience which sees nothing, a dead conscience which feels nothing, and a dumb conscience which says nothing, is in as miserable a condition as a man can be on this side of hell. --patrick henry. conscience is its own readiest accuser.--chapin. if thou wouldst be informed what god has written concerning thee in heaven look into thine own bosom, and see what graces he hath there wrought in thee.--fuller. yet still there whispers the small voice within, heard thro' gain's silence, and o'er glory's din; whatever creed be taught or land be trod, man's conscience is the oracle of god! --byron. the world will never be in any manner of order or tranquillity until men are firmly convinced that conscience, honor and credit are all in one interest; and that without the concurrence of the former the latter are but impositions upon ourselves and others.--steele. contentment.--to secure a contented spirit, measure your desires by your fortune, and not your fortune by your desires.--jeremy taylor. i press to bear no haughty sway; i wish no more than may suffice: i do no more than well i may, look what i lack, my mind supplies; lo, thus i triumph like a king, my mind's content with anything. --byrd. enjoy your own life without comparing it with that of another.--condorcet. to be content with little is difficult; to be content with much, impossible.--marie ebner-eschenbach. my god, give me neither poverty nor riches; but whatsoever it may be thy will to give, give me with it a heart which knows humbly to acquiesce in what is thy will.--gotthold. one who is contented with what he has done will never become famous for what he will do. he has lain down to die. the grass is already growing over him.--bovee. contentment is a pearl of great price, and whoever procures it at the expense of ten thousand desires makes a wise and a happy purchase.--balguy. if men knew what felicity dwells in the cottage of a godly man, how sound he sleeps, how quiet his rest, how composed his mind, how free from care, how easy his position, how moist his mouth, how joyful his heart, they would never admire the noises, the diseases, the throngs of passions, and the violence of unnatural appetites that fill the house of the luxurious and the heart of the ambitious.--jeremy taylor. he is richest who is content with the least; for content is the wealth of nature.--socrates. poor and content, is rich and rich enough; but riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, to him that ever fears he shall be poor. --shakespeare. learn to be pleased with everything, with wealth so far as it makes us beneficial to others; with poverty, for not having much to care for; and with obscurity, for being unenvied.--plutarch. it is right to be contented with what we have, but never with what we are.--sir james mackintosh. without content, we shall find it almost as difficult to please others as ourselves.--greville. true contentment depends not upon what we have; a tub was large enough for diogenes, but a world was too little for alexander.--colton. content with poverty my soul i arm; and virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. --dryden. unless we find repose within ourselves, it is vain to seek it elsewhere.--hosea ballou. the noblest mind the best contentment has.--spenser. i have learned, in whatsoever state i am, therewith to be content. --philippians : . conversation.--the pith of conversation does not consist in exhibiting your own superior knowledge on matters of small consequence, but in enlarging, improving and correcting the information you possess by the authority of others.--sir walter scott. there are three things in speech that ought to be considered before some things are spoken--the manner, the place and the time.--southey. the secret of tiring is to say everything that can be said on the subject.--voltaire. speak little and well if you wish to be considered as possessing merit.--from the french. the less men think, the more they talk.--montesquieu. he who sedulously attends, pointedly asks, calmly speaks, coolly answers, and ceases when he has no more to say, is in possession of some of the best requisites of man.--lavater. amongst such as out of cunning hear all and talk little, be sure to talk less; or if you must talk, say little.--la bruyÃ�re. not only to say the right thing in the right place, but, far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.--g.a. sala. when we are in the company of sensible men, we ought to be doubly cautious of talking too much, lest we lose two good things, their good opinion and our own improvement; for what we have to say we know, but what they have to say we know not.--colton. never hold any one by the button or the hand in order to be heard out; for if people are unwilling to hear you, you had better hold your tongue than them.--chesterfield. there is speaking well, speaking easily, speaking justly and speaking seasonably: it is offending against the last, to speak of entertainments before the indigent; of sound limbs and health before the infirm; of houses and lands before one who has not so much as a dwelling; in a word, to speak of your prosperity before the miserable; this conversation is cruel, and the comparison which naturally arises in them betwixt their condition and yours is excruciating. --la bruyÃ�re. egotists cannot converse, they talk to themselves only.--a. bronson alcott. the extreme pleasure we take in talking of ourselves should make us fear that we give very little to those who listen to us. --la rochefoucauld. many can argue, not many converse.--a. bronson alcott. one thing which makes us find so few people who appear reasonable and agreeable in conversation is, that there is scarcely any one who does not think more of what he is about to say than of answering precisely what is said to him.--la rochefoucauld. the first ingredient in conversation is truth, the next good sense, the third good humor, and the fourth wit. it is a secret known but to few, yet of no small use in the conduct of life, that when you fall into a man's conversation, the first thing you should consider is, whether he has a greater inclination to hear you, or that you should hear him.--steele. in my whole life i have only known ten or twelve persons with whom it was pleasant to speak--_i.e._, who keep to the subject, do not repeat themselves, and do not talk of themselves; men who do not listen to their own voice, who are cultivated enough not to lose themselves in commonplaces, and, lastly, who possess tact and good taste enough not to elevate their own persons above their subjects.--metternich. counsel.--i can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.--shakespeare. the best receipt--best to work and best to take--is the admonition of a friend.--bacon. consult your friend on all things, especially on those which respect yourself. his counsel may then be useful, where your own self-love might impair your judgment.--seneca. let no man value at little price a virtuous woman's counsel.--george chapman. courage.--the conscience of every man recognizes courage as the foundation of manliness, and manliness as the perfection of human character.--thomas hughes. to struggle when hope is banished! to live when life's salt is gone! to dwell in a dream that's vanished! to endure, and go calmly on! the brave man is not he who feels no fear, for that were stupid and irrational; but he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, and bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from. --joanna baillie. a valiant man ought not to undergo or tempt a danger, but worthily, and by selected ways; he undertakes by reason, not by chance. --ben jonson. true courage is cool and calm. the bravest of men have the least of a brutal bullying insolence, and in the very time of danger are found the most serene and free. rage, we know, can make a coward forget himself and fight. but what is done in fury or anger can never be placed to the account of courage.--shaftesbury. much danger makes great hearts most resolute.--marston. courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it and conquering it.--richter. the truest courage is always mixed with circumspection; this being the quality which distinguishes the courage of the wise from the hardiness of the rash and foolish.--jones of nayland. physical courage, which despises all danger, will make a man brave in one way; and moral courage, which despises all opinion, will make a man brave in another. the former would seem most necessary for the camp, the latter for council; but to constitute a great man, both are necessary.--colton. he who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.--cervantes. courtship.--every man ought to be in love a few times in his life, and to have a smart attack of the fever. you are better for it when it is over: the better for your misfortune, if you endure it with a manly heart; how much the better for success, if you win it and a good wife into the bargain!--thackeray. men dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake!--pope. with women worth the being won, the softest lover ever best succeeds. --hill. the pleasantest part of a man's life is generally that which passes in courtship, provided his passion be sincere, and the party beloved kind with discretion. love, desire, hope, all the pleasing emotions of the soul, rise in the pursuit.--addison. how would that excellent mystery, wedded life, irradiate the world with its blessed influences, were the generous impulses and sentiments of courtship but perpetuated in all their exuberant fullness during the sequel of marriage!--frederic saunders. rejected lovers need never despair! there are four-and-twenty hours in a day, and not a moment in the twenty-four in which a woman may not change her mind.--de finod. courtship consists in a number of quiet attentions, not so pointed as to alarm, nor so vague as not to be understood.--sterne. covetousness.--covetousness, like a candle ill made, smothers the splendor of a happy fortune in its own grease.--f. osborn. the only instance of a despairing sinner left upon record in the new testament is that of a treacherous and greedy judas. he deservedly loses his own property who covets that of another. --phaedrus. covetousness, which is idolatry.--colossians : . there is not a vice which more effectually contracts and deadens the feelings, which more completely makes a man's affections centre in himself, and excludes all others from partaking in them, than the desire of accumulating possessions. when the desire has once gotten hold on the heart, it shuts out all other considerations, but such as may promote its views. in its zeal for the attainment of its end, it is not delicate in the choice of means. as it closes the heart, so also it clouds the understanding. it cannot discern between right and wrong; it takes evil for good, and good for evil; it calls darkness light, and light darkness. beware, then, of the beginning of covetousness, for you know not where it will end.--bishop mant. the covetous person lives as if the world were made altogether for him, and not he for the world; to take in everything, and part with nothing.--south. covetous men are fools, miserable wretches, buzzards, madmen, who live by themselves, in perpetual slavery, fear, suspicion, sorrow, discontent, with more of gall than honey in their enjoyments; who are rather possessed by their money than possessors of it.--burton. why are we so blind? that which we improve, we have, that which we hoard is not for ourselves.--madame deluzy. if money be not thy servant, it will be thy master. the covetous man cannot so properly be said to possess wealth, as that it may be said to possess him.--bacon. those who give not till they die show that they would not then if they could keep it any longer.--bishop hall. criticism.--he whose first emotion, on the view of an excellent production, is to undervalue it, will never have one of his own to show.--aiken. neither praise nor blame is the object of true criticism. justly to discriminate, firmly to establish, wisely to prescribe and honestly to award--these are the true aims and duties of criticism.--simms. censure and criticism never hurt anybody. if false, they can't hurt you unless you are wanting in manly character; and if true, they show a man his weak points, and forewarn him against failure and trouble.--gladstone. it is easy to criticise an author, but it is difficult to appreciate him.--vauvenargues. it is much easier to be critical than to be correct.--beaconsfield. there is a certain meddlesome spirit, which, in the garb of learned research, goes prying about the traces of history, casting down its monuments, and marring and mutilating its fairest trophies. care should be taken to vindicate great names from such pernicious erudition.--washington irving. he who would reproach an author for obscurity should look into his own mind to see whether it is quite clear there. in the dusk the plainest writing is illegible.--goethe. a man must serve his time to ev'ry trade, save censure; critics all are ready-made. cunning.--in a great business there is nothing so fatal as cunning management.--junius. cunning leads to knavery; it is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery; lying only makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.--la bruyÃ�re. cunning is the art of concealing our own defects, and discovering other people's weaknesses.--hazlitt. a cunning man overreaches no one half as much as himself.--beecher. the animals to whom nature has given the faculty we call cunning know always when to use it, and use it wisely; but when man descends to cunning, he blunders and betrays.--thomas paine. the most sure method of subjecting yourself to be deceived, is to consider yourself more cunning than others.--la rochefoucauld. death.--god's finger touch'd him, and he slept.--tennyson. but no! that look is not the last; we yet may meet where seraphs dwell, where love no more deplores the past, nor breathes that withering word--farewell! --peabody. how beautiful it is for a man to die on the walls of zion! to be called like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, to put his armor off, and rest in heaven.--n.p. willis. i looked, and behold a pale horse; and his name that sat on him was death.--revelation : . when we see our enemies and friends gliding away before us, let us not forget that we are subject to the general law of mortality, and shall soon be where our doom will be fixed forever.--dr. johnson. i have seen those who have arrived at a fearless contemplation of the future, from faith in the doctrine which our religion teaches. such men were not only calm and supported, but cheerful in the hour of death; and i never quitted such a sick chamber without a hope that my last end might be like theirs.--sir henry halford. one may live as a conqueror, a king or a magistrate; but he must die as a man. the bed of death brings every human being to his pure individuality; to the intense contemplation of that deepest and most solemn of all relations, the relation between the creature and his creator. here it is that fame and renown cannot assist us; that all external things must fail to aid us; that even friends, affection and human love and devotedness cannot succor us.--webster. there is no death. the thing that we call death is but another, sadder name for life. --stoddard. to die,--to sleep,-- no more;--and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. --shakespeare. all that nature has prescribed must be good; and as death is natural to us, it is absurdity to fear it. fear loses its purpose when we are sure it cannot preserve us, and we should draw resolution to meet it, from the impossibility to escape it.--steele. there is nothing certain in man's life but this, that he must lose it.--owen meredith. death robs the rich and relieves the poor.--j.l. basford. death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.--colton. death, so called, is a thing that makes men weep, and yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. --byron. the finest day of life is that on which one quits it.--frederick the great. death is delightful. death is dawn-- the waking from a weary night of fevers unto truth and light. --joaquin miller. the hour conceal'd and so remote the fear, death still draws nearer, never seeming near. --pope. all that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity. --shakespeare. death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.--richter. you should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day. --martial. no man but knows that he must die; he knows that in whatever quarter of the world he abides--whatever be his circumstances--however strong his present hold of life--however unlike the prey of death he looks--that it is his doom beyond reverse to die.--stebbing. it is by no means a fact that death is the worst of all evils; when it comes, it is an alleviation to mortals who are worn out with sufferings.--metastasio. god giveth quietness at last.--whittier. death hath ten thousand several doors for men to take their exits. --john webster. death will have his day.--shakespeare. death comes but once.--beaumont and fletcher. it is not i who die, when i die, but my sin and misery.--gotthold. death is the crown of life.--young. so live, that, when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan, that moves to that mysterious realm, where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death, thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, scourged to his dungeon; but sustain'd and sooth'd by an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, like one that draws the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. --bryant. debt.--who goes a-borrowing goeth a-sorrowing.--tusser. creditors have better memories than debtors; and creditors are a superstitious sect, great observers of set days and times.--franklin. man hazards the condition and loses the virtues of freeman, in proportion as he accustoms his thoughts to view without anguish or shame his lapse into the bondage of debtor.--lytton. paying of debts is, next to the grace of god, the best means in the world to deliver you from a thousand temptations to sin and vanity. --delany. run not into debt, either for wares sold, or money borrowed; be content to want things that are not of absolute necessity, rather than to run up the score.--sir m. hale. debt is the worst poverty.--m.g. lichtwer. delicacy.--delicacy is the genuine tint of virtue.--marguerite de valois. many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken. --novalis. an appearance of delicacy is inseparable from sweetness and gentleness of character.--mrs. sigourney. true delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.--mary howitt. delicacy is to the affections what grace is to the beauty.--degerando. weak men often, from the very principle of their weakness, derive a certain susceptibility, delicacy and taste which render them, in those particulars, much superior to men of stronger and more consistent minds, who laugh at them.--greville. delicacy is to the mind what fragrance is to the fruit.--achilles poincelot. delusion.--delusions, like dreams, are dispelled by our awaking to the stern realities of life.--a.r.c. dallas. no man is happy without a delusion of some kind. delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.--bovee. we are always living under some delusion, and instead of taking things as they are, and making the best of them, we follow an ignis fatuus, and lose, in its pursuit, the joy we might attain.--james ellis. despair.--it is impossible for that man to despair who remembers that his helper is omnipotent.--jeremy taylor. despair is the conclusion of fools.--beaconsfield. he that despairs measures providence by his own little contracted model.--south. despair is infidelity and death.--whittier. despair makes a despicable figure, and descends from a mean original. 'tis the offspring of fear, of laziness and impatience; it argues a defect of spirit and resolution, and oftentimes of honesty too. i would not despair, unless i saw misfortune recorded in the book of fate, and signed and sealed by necessity.--collier. where christ brings his cross, he brings his presence; and where he is, none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.--mrs. browning. he is the truly courageous man who never desponds.--confucius. religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits.--lady blessington. dreadful is their doom, whom doubt has driven to censure fate, and pious hope forego. --beattie. diet.--simple diet is best.--pliny. things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.--shakespeare. in general, mankind, since the improvement of cookery, eat about twice as much as nature requires.--franklin. difficulties.--difficulties strengthen the mind, as well as labor does the body.--seneca. there is no merit where there is no trial; and, till experience stamps the mark of strength, cowards may pass for heroes, faith for falsehood.--aaron hill. difficulties are god's errands; and when we are sent upon them we should esteem it a proof of god's confidence--as a compliment from god.--beecher. it is difficulties which give birth to miracles.--rev. dr. sharpe. what is difficulty? only a word indicating the degree of strength requisite for accomplishing particular objects; a mere notice of the necessity for exertion; a bugbear to children and fools; only a mere stimulus to men.--samuel warren. difficulty is a severe instructor, set over us by the supreme ordinance of a paternal guardian and legislator, who knows us better than we know ourselves, as he loves us better too. he that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. our antagonist is our helper.--burke. there are few difficulties that hold out against real attacks; they fly, like the visible horizon, before those who advance. discipline.--no pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.--william penn. no evil propensity of the human heart is so powerful that it may not be subdued by discipline.--seneca. discord.--our life is full of discord; but by forbearance and virtue this same discord can be turned to harmony.--james ellis. the peacemakers shall be called the sons of god, who came to make peace between god and man. what then shall the sowers of discord be called, but the children of the devil? and what must they look for but their father's portion?--st. bernard. discretion.--remember the divine saying, he that keepeth his mouth, keepeth his life.--sir walter raleigh. there are many more shining qualities in the mind of man, but there is none so useful as discretion.--addison. discretion in speech is more than eloquence.--bacon. discretion and hard valor are the twins of honor.--beaumont and fletcher. the better part of valor is discretion.--shakespeare. discretion is more necessary to women than eloquence, because they have less trouble to speak well than to speak little.--father du bosc. let's teach ourselves that honorable stop not to outsport discretion. --shakespeare. discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to win all the duties of life.--addison. great ability without discretion comes almost invariably to a tragic end.--gambetta. dissimulation.--dissimulation, even the most innocent in its nature, is ever productive of embarrassment; whether the design is evil or not, artifice is always dangerous and almost inevitably disgraceful. --la bruyÃ�re. dress.--in the matter of dress people should always keep below their ability.--montesquieu. those who are incapable of shining but by dress would do well to consider, that the contrast between them and their clothes turns out much to their disadvantage.--shenstone. and why take ye thought for raiment? consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they toil not, neither do they spin.--matthew : . a majority of women seem to consider themselves sent into the world for the sole purpose of displaying dry goods; and it is only when acting the part of an animated milliner's block that they feel they are performing their appropriate mission.--abba goold woolson. no man is esteemed for gay garments but by fools and women.--sir walter raleigh. those who think that in order to dress well it is necessary to dress extravagantly or grandly make a great mistake. nothing so well becomes true feminine beauty as simplicity.--george d. prentice. costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, but not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; for the apparel oft proclaims the man.--shakespeare. no real happiness is found in trailing purple o'er the ground. --parnell. if a woman were about to proceed to her execution, she would demand a little time to perfect her toilet.--chamfort. men of quality never appear more amiable than when their dress is plain. their birth, rank, title and its appendages are at best invidious; and as they do not need the assistance of dress, so, by their disclaiming the advantage of it, they make their superiority sit more easy.--shenstone. it is well known that a loose and easy dress contributes much to give to both sexes those fine proportions of body that are observable in the grecian statues, and which serve as models to our present artists.--rousseau. as soon as a woman begins to dress "loud," her manners and conversation partake of the same element.--haliburton. dress has a moral effect on the conduct of mankind. let any gentleman find himself with dirty boots, old surtout, soiled neckcloth and a general negligence of dress, he will in all probability find a corresponding disposition by negligence of _address_.--sir jonah barrington. we sacrifice to dress, till household joys and comforts cease. dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder clean; puts out our fires, and introduces hunger, frost and woe, where peace and hospitality might reign. dress changes the manners.--voltaire. drink.--woe unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink.--isaiah : . all excess is ill, but drunkenness is of the worst sort. it spoils health, dismounts the mind, and unmans men. it reveals secrets, is quarrelsome, lascivious, impudent, dangerous and mad. he that is drunk is not a man, because he is, for so long, void of reason that distinguishes a man from a beast.--william penn. some of the domestic evils of drunkenness are houses without windows, gardens without fences, fields without tillage, barns without roofs, children without clothing, principles, morals or manners.--franklin. drunkenness is the vice of a good constitution or of a bad memory--of a constitution so treacherously good that it never bends till it breaks; or of a memory that recollects the pleasures of getting intoxicated, but forgets the pains of getting sober.--colton. habitual intoxication is the epitome of every crime.--douglas jerrold. o thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee--devil! * * * o, that men should put an enemy to their mouths to steal away their brains; that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! --shakespeare. every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil. --shakespeare. it were better for a man to be subject to any vice, than to drunkenness: for all other vanities and sins are recovered, but a drunkard will never shake off the delight of beastliness.--sir walter raleigh. man has evil as well as good qualities peculiar to himself. drunkenness places him as much below the level of the brutes as reason elevates him above them.--sir g. sinclair. of all vices take heed of drunkenness; other vices are but fruits of disordered affections--this disorders, nay, banishes reason; other vices but impair the soul--this demolishes her two chief faculties, the understanding and the will; other vices make their own way--this makes way for all vices; he that is a drunkard is qualified for all vice.--quarles. there is scarcely a crime before me that is not directly or indirectly caused by strong drink.--judge coleridge. beware of drunkenness, lest all good men beware of thee; where drunkenness reigns, there reason is an exile, virtue a stranger, god an enemy; blasphemy is wit, oaths are rhetoric, and secrets are proclamations.--quarles. duty.--duty grows everywhere, like children, like grass.--emerson. perish discretion when it interferes with duty.--hannah more. the people of this country have shown by the highest proofs human nature can give, that wherever the path of duty and honor may lead, however steep and rugged it may be, they are ready to walk in it.--james a. garfield. the true way to render ourselves happy is to love our duty and find in it our pleasure.--mme. de motteville. let him who gropes painfully in darkness or uncertain light, and prays vehemently that the dawn may ripen into day, lay this precept well to heart: "do the duty which lies nearest to thee," which thou knowest to be a duty! thy second duty will already have become clearer.--carlyle. fear god, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.--ecclesiastes : . commonplace though it may appear, this doing of one's duty embodies the highest ideal of life and character. there may be nothing heroic about it; but the common lot of men is not heroic.--samuel smiles. who escapes a duty avoids a gain.--theodore parker. let us do our duty in our shop or our kitchen, the market, the street, the office, the school, the home, just as faithfully as if we stood in the front rank of some great battle, and we knew that victory for mankind depended upon our bravery, strength, and skill. when we do that the humblest of us will be serving in that great army which achieves the welfare of the world.--theodore parker. in every profession the daily and common duties are the most useful. let men laugh when you sacrifice desire to duty, if they will. you have time and eternity to rejoice in.--theodore parker. be not diverted from your duty by any idle reflections the silly world may make upon you, for their censures are not in your power, and consequently should not be any part of your concern.--epictetus. it is thy duty oftentimes to do what thou wouldst not; thy duty, too, to leave undone that thou wouldst do.--thomas Ã� kempis. there is no evil that we cannot either face or fly from but the consciousness of duty disregarded. a sense of duty pursues us ever. it is omnipresent, like the deity. if we take to ourselves the wings of the morning, and dwell in the utmost parts of the seas, duty performed, or duty violated, is still with us, for our happiness or our misery. if we say the darkness shall cover us, in the darkness as in the light our obligations are yet with us. we cannot escape their power, nor fly from their presence. they are with us in this life, will be with us at its close, and in that scene of inconceivable solemnity which lies yet further onward we shall still find ourselves surrounded by the consciousness of duty, to pain us wherever it has been violated, and to console us so far as god may have given us grace to perform it.--webster. early rising.--whoever has tasted the breath of morning, knows that the most invigorating and most delightful hours of the day are commonly spent in bed; though it is the evident intention of nature that we should enjoy and profit by them.--southey. who would in such a gloomy state remain longer than nature craves; when ev'ry muse and every blooming pleasure wait without, to bless the wildly devious morning walk? --thomson. the difference between rising at five and seven o'clock in the morning, for the space of forty years, supposing a man to go to bed at the same hour at night, is nearly equivalent to ten additional years to a man's life.--doddridge. i would have inscribed on the curtains of your bed, and the walls of your chamber: "if you do not rise early, you can make progress in nothing."--chatham. when one begins to turn in bed, it is time to get up.--wellington. few ever lived to a great age, and fewer still ever became distinguished, who were not in the habit of early rising.--dr. john todd. next to temperance, a quiet conscience, a cheerful mind and active habits, i place early rising as a means of health and happiness.--flint. thus we improve the pleasures of the day, while tasteless mortals sleep their time away. --mrs. centlivre. no man can promise himself even fifty years of life, but any man may, if he please, live in the proportion of fifty years in forty;--let him rise early, that he may have the day before him, and let him make the most of the day, by determining to expend it on two sorts of acquaintance only,--those by whom something may be got, and those from whom something may be learnt.--colton. the famous apollonius being very early at vespasian's gate, and finding him stirring, from thence conjectured that he was worthy to govern an empire, and said to his companion, "this man surely will be emperor, he is so early."--caussin. earnestness.--without earnestness no man is ever great, or does really great things. he may be the cleverest of men, he may be brilliant, entertaining, popular; but he will want weight. no soul-moving picture was ever painted that had not in it the depth of shadow.--peter bayne. a man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise shall give no peace.--emerson. patience is only one faculty; earnestness the devotion of all the faculties. earnestness is the cause of patience; it gives endurance, overcomes pain, strengthens weakness, braves dangers, sustains hope, makes light of difficulties, and lessens the sense of weariness in overcoming them.--bovee. there is no substitute for thorough-going, ardent and sincere earnestness.--dickens. he who would do some great thing in this short life, must apply himself to the work with such a concentration of his forces as to the idle spectators, who live only to amuse themselves, looks like insanity.--john foster. economy.--economy is a savings-bank, into which men drop pennies, and get dollars in return.--h.w. shaw. economy is half the battle of life; it is not so hard to earn money as to spend it well.--spurgeon. let honesty and industry be thy constant companions and spend one penny less than thy clear gains; then shall thy hide-bound pocket soon begin to thrive and will never again cry with the empty belly-ache; neither will creditors insult thee, nor want oppress, nor hunger bite, nor nakedness freeze thee.--franklin. he that, when he should not, spends too much, shall, when he would not, have too little to spend.--feltham. economy is the parent of integrity, of liberty and of ease, and the beauteous sister of temperance, of cheerfulness and health. --dr. johnson. beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship. --franklin. if you know how to spend less than you get you have the philosopher's stone.--franklin. be saving, but not at the cost of all liberality. have the soul of a king and the hand of a wise economist.--joubert. a penny saved is two pence clear, a pin a day's a groat a year. --franklin. those individuals who save money are better workmen; if they do not the work better, they behave better and are more respectable; and i would sooner have in my trade a hundred men who save money than two hundred who would spend every shilling they get. in proportion as individuals save a little money their morals are much better; they husband that little, and there is a superior tone given to their morals, and they behave better for knowing that they have a little stake in society. no man is rich whose expenditures exceed his means; and no one is poor whose incomings exceed his outgoings.--haliburton. education.--the true order of learning should be first, what is necessary; second, what is useful, and third, what is ornamental. to reverse this arrangement is like beginning to build at the top of the edifice.--mrs. sigourney. a father inquires whether his boy can construe homer, if he understands horace, and can taste virgil; but how seldom does he ask, or examine, or think whether he can restrain his passions,--whether he is grateful, generous, humane, compassionate, just and benevolent. --lady hervey. the world is only saved by the breath of the school children.--the talmud. it was the german schoolhouse which destroyed napoleon iii. france, since then, is making monster cannon and drilling soldiers still, but she is also building schoolhouses.--beecher. a complete and generous education fits a man to perform justly, skilfully and magnanimously all the offices of peace and war.--milton. knowledge does not comprise all which is contained in the large term of education. the feelings are to be disciplined, the passions are to be restrained; true and worthy motives are to be inspired; a profound religious feeling is to be instilled, and pure morality inculcated under all circumstances. all this is comprised in education.--webster. it is not scholarship alone, but scholarship impregnated with religion, that tells on the great mass of society. we have no faith in the efficacy of mechanics' institutes, or even of primary and elementary schools, for building up a virtuous and well conditioned peasantry so long as they stand dissevered from the lessons of christian piety. unless your cask is perfectly clean, whatever you pour into it turns sour.--horace. prussia is great because her people are intelligent. they know the alphabet. the alphabet is conquering the world.--g.w. curtis. next in importance to freedom and justice, is popular education, without which neither justice nor freedom can be permanently maintained.--james a. garfield. a boy is better unborn than untaught.--gascoigne. on the diffusion of education among the people rests the preservation and perpetuation of our free institutions.--webster. education commences at the mother's knee, and every word spoken within the hearing of little children tends toward the formation of character. let parents bear this ever in mind.--hosea ballou. do not ask if a man has been through college; ask if a college has been through him; if he is a walking university.--chapin. the aim of education should be to teach us rather how to think than what to think,--rather to improve our minds, so as to enable us to think for ourselves, than to load the memory with the thoughts of other men.--beattie. into what boundless life does education admit us. every truth gained through it expands a moment of time into illimitable being--positively enlarges our existence, and endows us with qualities which time cannot weaken or destroy.--chapin. all that a university or final highest school can do for us is still but what the first school began doing--teach us to read. we learn to read in various languages, in various sciences; we learn the alphabet and letters of all manner of books. but the place where we are to get knowledge, even theoretic knowledge, is the books themselves. it depends on what we read, after all manner of professors have done their best for us. the true university of these days is a collection of books.--carlyle. if you suffer your people to be ill educated, and their manners to be corrupted from their infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them--you first make thieves and then punish them.--sir thomas more. 'tis education forms the common mind, just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined. --pope. egotism.--when all is summed up, a man never speaks of himself without loss; his accusations of himself are always believed, his praises never.--montaigne. be your character what it will, it will be known; and nobody will take it upon your word.--chesterfield. we would rather speak ill of ourselves than not to talk of ourselves at all.--la rochefoucauld. it is never permissible to say, i say.--madame necker. the more you speak of yourself, the more you are likely to lie. --zimmermann. what hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! our words sound so humble, while our hearts are so proud.--hare. the more anyone speaks of himself, the less he likes to hear another talked of.--lavater. do you wish men to speak well of you? then never speak well of yourself.--pascal. he who thinks he can find in himself the means of doing without others is much mistaken; but he who thinks that others cannot do without him is still more mistaken.--la rochefoucauld. eloquence.--extemporaneous and oral harangues will always have this advantage over those that are read from a manuscript; every burst of eloquence or spark of genius they may contain, however studied they may have been beforehand, will appear to the audience to be the effect of the sudden inspiration of talent.--colton. true eloquence consists in saying all that is necessary, and nothing but what is necessary.--la rochefoucauld. true eloquence, indeed, does not consist in speech. it cannot be brought from far. labor and learning may toil for it, but they will toil in vain. words and phrases may be marshalled in every way, but they cannot compass it. it must exist in the man, in the subject, and in the occasion.--webster. there is as much eloquence in the tone of voice, in the eyes, and in the air of a speaker, as in his choice of words.--la rochefoucauld. employment.--life will frequently languish, even in the hands of the busy, if they have not some employment subsidiary to that which forms their main pursuit.--blair. the rust rots the steel which use preserves.--lytton. indolence is stagnation; employment is life.--seneca. the devil does not tempt people whom he finds suitably employed. --jeremy taylor. employment, which galen calls "nature's physician," is so essential to human happiness, that indolence is justly considered as the mother of misery.--burton. enthusiasm.--enthusiasm is the height of man; it is the passing from the human to the divine.--emerson. every production of genius must be the production of enthusiasm. --beaconsfield. let us recognize the beauty and power of true enthusiasm; and whatever we may do to enlighten ourselves and others, guard against checking or chilling a single earnest sentiment.--tuckerman. nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm; it moves stones, it charms brutes. enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity, and truth accomplishes no victories without it.--lytton. every great and commanding movement in the annals of the world is the triumph of enthusiasm.--emerson. the most enthusiastic man in a cause is rarely chosen as a leader. --arthur helps. let us beware of losing our enthusiasms. let us ever glory in something, and strive to retain our admiration for all that would ennoble, and our interest in all that would enrich and beautify our life.--phillips brooks. envy.--there is not a passion so strongly rooted in the human heart as envy.--sheridan. an envious man waxeth lean with the fatness of his neighbors. envy is the daughter of pride, the author of murder and revenge, the beginner of secret sedition and the perpetual tormentor of virtue. envy is the filthy slime of the soul; a venom, a poison, or quicksilver which consumeth the flesh and drieth up the marrow of the bones.--socrates. as a moth gnaws a garment, so doth envy consume a man.--st. chrysostom. we ought to be guarded against every appearance of envy, as a passion that always implies inferiority wherever it resides.--pliny. base envy withers at another's joy, and hates that excellence it cannot reach. --thomson. the envious man is in pain upon all occasions which ought to give him pleasure. the relish of his life is inverted; and the objects which administer the highest satisfaction to those who are exempt from this passion give the quickest pangs to persons who are subject to it. all the perfections of their fellow-creatures are odious. youth, beauty, valor and wisdom are provocations of their displeasure. what a wretched and apostate state is this! to be offended with excellence, and to hate a man because we approve him!--steele. the truest mark of being born with great qualities is being born without envy.--la rochefoucauld. the praise of the envious is far less creditable than their censure; they praise only that which they can surpass, but that which surpasses them they censure.--colton. envy--the rottenness of the bones.--proverbs : . there is no guard to be kept against envy, because no man knows where it dwells, and generous and innocent men are seldom jealous and suspicious till they feel the wound. stones and sticks are thrown only at fruit-bearing trees.--saadi. emulation looks out for merits, that she may exalt herself by a victory; envy spies out blemishes, that she may lower another by a defeat.--colton. envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame, that nobody ever had the confidence to own it.--rochester. eternity.--he that will often put eternity and the world before him, and who will dare to look steadfastly at both of them, will find that the more often he contemplates them, the former will grow greater, and the latter less.--colton. let us be adventurers for another world. it is at least a fair and noble chance; and there is nothing in this worth our thoughts or our passions. if we should be disappointed, we are still no worse than the rest of our fellow-mortals; and if we succeed in our expectations, we are eternally happy.--burnet. eternity has no gray hairs! the flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of eternity.--bishop heber. the vaulted void of purple sky that everywhere extends, that stretches from the dazzled eye, in space that never ends; a morning whose uprisen sun no setting e'er shall see; a day that comes without a noon, such is eternity. --clare. "what is eternity?" was a question once asked at the deaf and dumb institution at paris, and the beautiful and striking answer was given by one of the pupils, "the lifetime of the almighty."--john bate. if people would but provide for eternity with the same solicitude and real care as they do for this life, they could not fail of heaven. --tillotson. evil.--the doing an evil to avoid an evil cannot be good.--coleridge. the evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones. --shakespeare. evil is wrought by want of thought, as well as want of heart. --hood. to overcome evil with good is good, to resist evil with evil is evil.--mohammed. we cannot do evil to others without doing it to ourselves.--desmahis. every evil to which we do not succumb is a benefactor. as the sandwich islander believes that the strength and valor of the enemy he kills passes into himself, so we gain the strength of the temptation we resist.--emerson. if you do what you should not, you must bear what you would not. --franklin. as sure as god is good, so surely there is no such thing as necessary evil.--southey. in the history of man it has been very generally the case that when evils have grown insufferable they have touched the point of cure. --chapin. even in evil, that dark cloud which hangs over the creation, we discern rays of light and hope, and gradually come to see in suffering and temptation proofs and instruments of the sublimest purposes of wisdom and love.--channing. example.--example is more forcible than precept. people look at my six days in the week to see what i mean on the seventh.--rev. r. cecil. people seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy after.--goldsmith. a wise and good man will turn examples of all sorts to his own advantage. the good he will make his patterns, and strive to equal or excel them. the bad he will by all means avoid.--thomas Ã� kempis. none preaches better than the ant, and she says nothing.--franklin. no reproof or denunciation is so potent as the silent influence of a good example.--hosea ballou. i am satisfied that we are less convinced by what we hear than by what we see.--herodotus. advice may be wrong, but examples prove themselves.--h.w. shaw. if thou desire to see thy child virtuous, let him not see his father's vices; thou canst not rebuke that in children that they behold practised in thee; till reason be ripe, examples direct more than precepts; such as thy behavior is before thy children's faces, such commonly is theirs behind their parents' backs.--quarles. example is contagious behavior.--charles reade. the pulpit only "teaches" to be honest; the market-place "trains" to overreaching and fraud; and teaching has not a tithe of the efficiency of training. christ never wrote a tract, but he went about doing good. --horace mann. the best teachers of humanity are the lives of great men.--dr. johnson. excess.--excess always carries its own retribution.--ouida. the misfortune is, that when man has found honey, he enters upon the feast with an appetite so voracious, that he usually destroys his own delight by excess and satiety.--knox. to gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw a perfume on the violet, to smooth the ice, or add another hue unto the rainbow, or with taper-light to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, is wasteful and ridiculous excess. --shakespeare. the excesses of our youth are drafts upon our old age, payable with interest, about thirty years after date.--colton. the body oppressed by excesses, bears down the mind, and depresses to the earth any portion of the divine spirit we had been endowed with. --horace. every morsel to a satisfied hunger is only a new labor to a tired digestion.--south. let pleasure be ever so innocent, the excess is always criminal. --st. evremond. exercise.--a man must often exercise or fast or take physic, or be sick.--sir w. temple. it is exercise alone that supports the spirits, and keeps the mind in vigor.--cicero. there are many troubles which you cannot cure by the bible and the hymn-book, but which you can cure by a good perspiration and a breath of fresh air.--beecher. exercise is the chief source of improvement in all our faculties. --blair. you will never live to my age without you keep yourself in breath with exercise.--sir p. sidney. experience.--to truth's house there is a single door, which is experience.--bayard taylor. experience join'd with common sense, to mortals is a providence. --green. experience does take dreadfully high school-wages, but he teaches like no other.--carlyle. no man was ever endowed with a judgment so correct and judicious, in regulating his life, but that circumstances, time and experience, would teach him something new, and apprize him that of those things with which he thought himself the best acquainted, he knew nothing; and that those ideas, which in theory appeared the most advantageous, were found, when brought into practice, to be altogether inapplicable. --terence. experience is a grindstone; and it is lucky for us if we can get brightened by it, and not ground.--h.w. shaw. it may serve as a comfort to us in all our calamities and afflictions that he that loses anything and gets wisdom by it is a gainer by the loss.--l'estrange. to wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure, must be their schoolmasters. --shakespeare. experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other, and scarce in that; for it is true we may give advice, but we cannot give conduct.--franklin. all is but lip wisdom which wants experience.--sir p. sidney. extravagance.--he who is extravagant will quickly become poor; and poverty will enforce dependence, and invite corruption.--dr. johnson. the man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, provides a home from which to run away. --young. faith.--what we believe, we must believe wholly and without reserve; wherefore the only perfect and satisfying object of faith is god. a faith that sets bounds to itself, that will believe so much and no more, that will trust thus far and no farther, is none. faith is the key that unlocks the cabinet of god's treasures; the king's messenger from the celestial world, to bring all the supplies we need out of the fullness that there is in christ.--j. stephens. faith builds a bridge from this world to the next.--young. it is impossible to be a hero in anything unless one is first a hero in faith.--jacobi. faith is not the lazy notion that a man may with careless confidence throw his burden upon the saviour and trouble himself no further, a pillow upon which he lulls his conscience to sleep, till he drops into perdition; but a living and vigorous principle, working by love, and inseparably connected with true repentance as its motive and with holy obedience as its fruits. faith is the root of all good works. a root that produces nothing is dead.--bishop wilson. the person who has a firm trust in the supreme being is powerful in his power, wise by his wisdom, happy by his happiness.--addison. the highest historical probability can be adduced in support of the proposition that, if it were possible to annihilate the bible, and with it all its influences, we should destroy with it the whole spiritual system of the moral world.--edward everett. he had great faith in loaves of bread for hungry people, young and old, and hope inspired; kind words he said to those he sheltered from the cold. in words he did not put his trust; his faith in words he never writ; he loved to share his cup and crust with all mankind who needed it. he put his trust in heaven and he worked well with hand and head; and what he gave in charity sweetened his sleep and daily bread. no cloud can overshadow a true christian but his faith will discern a rainbow in it.--bishop horne. faith in god, faith in man, faith in work: this is the short formula in which we may sum up the teachings of the founders of new england,--a creed ample enough for this life and the next.--lowell. fame.--none despise fame more heartily than those who have no possible claim to it.--j. petit-senn. he who would acquire fame must not show himself afraid of censure. the dread of censure is the death of genius.--simms. though fame is smoke, its fumes are frankincense to human thoughts. --byron. he lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.--shakespeare. whatever may be the temporary applause of men, or the expressions of public opinion, it may be asserted without fear of contradiction, that no true and permanent fame can be founded, except in labors which promote the happiness of mankind.--charles sumner. fame usually comes to those who are thinking about something else,--very rarely to those who say to themselves, "go to, now let us be a celebrated individual!"--holmes. it is a very indiscreet and troublesome ambition which cares so much about fame; about what the world says of us; to be always looking in the faces of others for approval; to be always anxious about the effect of what we do or say; to be always shouting, to hear the echoes of our own voices.--longfellow. the way to fame is like the way to heaven--through much tribulation. --sterne. nor fame i slight, nor for her favors call: she comes unlook'd for, if she comes at all. --pope. write your name in kindness, love and mercy on the hearts of the thousands you come in contact with year by year, and you will never be forgotten.--chalmers. the drying up a single tear has more of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. --byron. fashion.--fashion's smile has given wit to dullness and grace to deformity, and has brought everything into vogue, by turns, except virtue.--colton. a woman would be in despair if nature had formed her as fashion makes her appear.--mlle. de l'espinasse. fashion is not public opinion, or the result of embodiment of public opinion. it may be that public opinion will condemn the shape of a bonnet, as it may venture to do always, and with the certainty of being right nine times in ten: but fashion will place it upon the head of every woman in america; and, were it literally a crown of thorns, she would smile contentedly beneath the imposition.--j.g. holland. fashion is among the last influences under which a human being who respects himself, or who comprehends the great end of life, would desire to be placed.--channing. the empress of france had but to change the position of a ribbon to set all the ribbons in christendom to rustling. a single word from her convulsed the whalebone market of the world.--j.g. holland. a fashionable woman is always in love--with herself.--la rochefoucauld. change of fashions is the tax which industry imposes on the vanity of the rich.--chamfort. fashion, a word which knaves and fools may use their knavery and folly to excuse. --churchill. fear.--the fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.--psalm : . o, fear not in a world like this, and thou shalt know ere long,-- know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong. --longfellow. fear not the proud and the haughty; fear rather him who fears god. --saadi. fear guides more to their duty than gratitude; for one man who is virtuous from the love of virtue, from the obligation he thinks he lies under to the giver of all, there are ten thousand who are good only from their apprehension of punishment.--goldsmith. the fear of god is freedom, joy, and peace; and makes all ills that vex us here to cease. --waller. the lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall i fear?--psalm : . fear is implanted in us as a preservative from evil.--dr. johnson. god planted fear in the soul as truly as he planted hope or courage. fear is a kind of bell, or gong, which rings the mind into quick life and avoidance upon the approach of danger. it is the soul's signal for rallying.--beecher. there is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment.-- john : . fear is the tax that conscience pays to guilt.--george sewell. fear not; for i am with thee.--isaiah : . fidelity.--to god, thy country, and thy friend be true.--vaughan. he who is faithful over a few things is a lord of cities. it does not matter whether you preach in westminster abbey or teach a ragged class, so you be faithful. the faithfulness is all.--george macdonald. his words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. --shakespeare. nothing is more noble, nothing more venerable than fidelity. faithfulness and truth are the most sacred excellences and endowments of the human mind.--cicero. give us a man, young or old, high or low, on whom we know we can thoroughly depend, who will stand firm when others fail; the friend faithful and true, the adviser honest and fearless, the adversary just and chivalrous,--in such a one there is a fragment of the rock of ages.--dean stanley. flattery.--those are generally good at flattering who are good for nothing else.--south. if any man flatters me, i'll flatter him again, though he were my best friend.--franklin. no flatt'ry, boy! an honest man can't live by't; it is a little sneaking art, which knaves use to cajole and soften fools withal. if thou hast flatt'ry in thy nature, out with't; or send it to a court, for there 'twill thrive. --otway. a man who flatters a woman hopes either to find her a fool or to make her one.--richardson. flatterers are the worst kind of enemies.--tacitus. it is better to fall among crows than flatterers; for those devour the dead only, these the living.--antisthenes. nothing is so great an instance of ill-manners as flattery.--swift. men find it more easy to flatter than to praise.--jean paul. 'tis an old maxim in the schools, that flattery's the food of fools; yet now and then your men of wit will condescend to take a bit. --swift. ah! when the means are gone, that buy this praise, the breath is gone whereof this praise is made. --shakespeare. flattery is false money, which would not be current were it not for our vanity.--la rochefoucauld. who flatters is of all mankind the lowest, save he who courts the flattery. --hannah more. meddle not with him that flattereth with his lips.--proverbs : . men are like stone jugs,--you may lug them where you like by the ears. --dr. johnson. commend a fool for his wit and a knave for his honesty, and they will receive you into their bosoms.--fielding. flowers.--flowers are the sweetest things that god ever made and forgot to put a soul into.--beecher. in eastern lands they talk in flowers, and they tell in a garland their loves and cares: each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers on its leaves a mystic language bears. --percival. how the universal heart of man blesses flowers! they are wreathed round the cradle, the marriage altar, and the tomb.--mrs. l.m. child. there is not the least flower but seems to hold up its head and to look pleasantly, in the secret sense of the goodness of its heavenly maker.--south. flowers knew how to preach divinity before men knew how to dissect and botanize them.--h.n. hudson. and with childlike credulous affection we behold their tender buds expand; emblems of our own great resurrection, emblems of the bright and better land. --longfellow. fools.--he who provides for this life, but takes no care for eternity, is wise for a moment, but a fool forever.--tillotson. the wise man has his follies no less than the fool; but it has been said that herein lies the difference,--the follies of the fool are known to the world, but are hidden from himself; the follies of the wise are known to himself, but hidden from the world.--colton. people are never so near playing the fool as when they think themselves wise.--lady montagu. to pardon those absurdities in ourselves which we cannot suffer in others is neither better nor worse than to be more willing to be fools ourselves than to have others so.--pope. surely he is not a fool that hath unwise thoughts, but he that utters them.--bishop hall. it would be easier to endow a fool with intellect than to persuade him that he had none.--babinet. at thirty man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty, chides his infamous delay, pushes his prudent purpose to resolve, resolves--and re-resolves; then dies the same. --young. it is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of others, and to forget his own.--cicero. fools rush in where angels fear to tread.--pope. a fool is often as dangerous to deal with as a knave, and always more incorrigible.--colton. always win fools first. they talk much, and what they have once uttered they will stick to; whereas there is always time, up to the last moment, to bring before a wise man arguments that may entirely change his opinion.--helps. young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.--chapman. none but a fool is always right.--hare. people have no right to make fools of themselves, unless they have no relations to blush for them.--haliburton. forbearance.--learn from jesus to love and to forgive. let the blood of jesus, which implores pardon for you in heaven, obtain it from you for your brethren here upon earth.--valpy. the kindest and the happiest pair will find occasion to forbear; and something every day they live to pity, and perhaps forgive. --cowper. it is a noble and a great thing to cover the blemishes and to excuse the failings of a friend; to draw a curtain before his stains, and to display his perfections; to bury his weaknesses in silence, but to proclaim his virtues upon the house-top.--south. forgiveness.--if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly father will also forgive you.--matthew : . he that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself; for every man has need to be forgiven.--lord herbert. they who forgive most shall be most forgiven.--bailey. the brave only know how to forgive.--sterne. the gospel comes to the sinner at once with nothing short of complete forgiveness as the starting-point of all his efforts to be holy. it does not say, "go and sin no more, and i will not condemn thee." it says at once, "neither do i condemn thee: go and sin no more."--horatius bonar. life, that ever needs forgiveness, has, for its first duty, to forgive.--lytton. alas! if my best friend, who laid down his life for me, were to remember all the instances in which i have neglected him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should i hide my guilty head in the day of recompense? i will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.--cowper. forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us.--the lord's prayer. god's way of forgiving is thorough and hearty,--both to forgive and to forget; and if thine be not so, thou hast no portion of his.--leighton. fortitude.--the greatest man is he who chooses the right with invincible resolution; who resists the sorest temptations from within and without; who bears the heaviest burdens cheerfully; who is the calmest in storms, and whose reliance on truth, on virtue, on god, is the most unfaltering.--channing. fortitude implies a firmness and strength of mind, that enables us to do and suffer as we ought. it rises upon an opposition, and, like a river, swells the higher for having its course stopped.--jeremy collier. true fortitude i take to be the quiet possession of a man's self, and an undisturbed doing his duty, whatever evil besets or danger lies in his way.--locke. fortune.--it is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, but is ruled by prudence.--dryden. the prudent man really frames his own fortunes for himself.--plautus. let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.--pope. some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.--shakespeare. every man is the architect of his own fortune.--sallust. the bad fortune of the good turns their faces up to heaven; and the good fortune of the bad bows their heads down to the earth.--saadi. fortune favors the bold.--cicero. the less we deserve good fortune, the more we hope for it.--moliÃ�re. freedom.--i would rather be a freeman among slaves than a slave among freemen.--swift. there are two freedoms,--the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where a man is free to do what he ought.--charles kingsley. the cause of freedom is the cause of god.--bowles. stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage; minds innocent and quiet take that for an hermitage; if i have freedom in my love, and in my soul am free, angels alone that soar above, enjoy such liberty. --richard lovelace. and ne'er shall the sons of columbia be slaves, while the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. --robert treat paine. many politicians are in the habit of laying it down as a self-evident proposition, that no people ought to be free till they are fit to use their freedom. the maxim is worthy of the fool in the old story, who resolved not to go into the water till he had learned to swim.--macaulay. to have freedom is only to have that which is absolutely necessary to enable us to be what we ought to be, and to possess what we ought to possess.--rahel. when freedom from her mountain height unfurled her standard to the air, she tore the azure robe of night, and set the stars of glory there. she mingled with its gorgeous dyes the milky baldric of the skies, and striped its pure, celestial white with streakings of the morning light. --joseph rodman drake. freedom is not caprice but room to enlarge.--c.a. bartol. blandishments will not fascinate us, nor will threats of a "halter" intimidate. for, under god, we are determined that, wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we shall be called to make our exit, we will die freemen.--josiah quincy. who then is free?--the wise, who well maintains an empire o'er himself; whom neither chains, nor want, nor death, with slavish fear inspire; who boldly answers to his warm desire; who can ambition's vainest gifts despise; firm in himself, who on himself relies; polish'd and round, who runs his proper course, and breaks misfortune with superior force. --horace. the only freedom worth possessing is that which gives enlargement to a people's energy, intellect, and virtues.--channing. he was the freeman whom the truth made free; who first of all, the bands of satan broke; who broke the bands of sin, and for his soul, in spite of fools consulted seriously. --pollock. friendship.--friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the usefulness of which all mankind are agreed.--cicero. the man that hails you tom or jack, and proves by thumping on your back his sense of your great merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it. --cowper. he is a friend indeed who proves himself a friend in need.--plautus. thine own friend, and thy father's friend, forsake not.--proverbs : . to god, thy country, and thy friend be true.--vaughan. there is no man so friendless but that he can find a friend sincere enough to tell him disagreeable truths.--lytton. a friendship that makes the least noise is very often the most useful; for which reason i should prefer a prudent friend to a zealous one. --addison. a slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man that actions, not words, are the true criterion of the attachment of friends; and that the most liberal professions of good-will are very far from being the surest marks of it.--george washington. no friend's a friend till he shall prove a friend.--beaumont and fletcher. the qualities of your friends will be those of your enemies,--cold friends, cold enemies; half friends, half enemies; fervid enemies, warm friends.--lavater. purchase no friends by gifts; when thou ceasest to give such will cease to love.--fuller. the difficulty is not so great to die for a friend as to find a friend worth dying for.--henry home. real friendship is a slow grower, and never thrives unless engrafted upon a stock of known and reciprocal merit.--chesterfield. there is nothing more becoming any wise man, than to make choice of friends, for by them thou shalt be judged what thou art: let them therefore be wise and virtuous, and none of those that follow thee for gain; but make election rather of thy betters, than thy inferiors.--sir walter raleigh. 'tis thus that on the choice of friends our good or evil name depends. --gay. we may have many acquaintances, but we can have but few friends; this made aristotle say that he that hath many friends hath none. --dr. johnson. an act, by which we make one friend and one enemy, is a losing game; because revenge is a much stronger principle than gratitude.--colton. that friendship will not continue to the end that is begun for an end. --quarles. be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in continue firm and constant.--socrates. we cannot expect the deepest friendship unless we are willing to pay the price, a self-sacrificing love.--peloubet. false friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade. --bovee. be slow in choosing a friend, slower in changing.--franklin. the greatest medicine is a true friend.--sir w. temple. true friends visit us in prosperity only when invited, but in adversity they come without invitation.--theophrastus. sudden friendships rarely live to ripeness.--mlle. de scudÃ�ri. who friendship with a knave hath made, is judg'd a partner in the trade. --gay. thou mayest be sure that he who will in private tell thee of thy faults is thy friend, for he adventures thy dislike and doth hazard thy hatred.--sir walter raleigh. he is happy that hath a true friend at his need; but he is more truly happy that hath no need of his friend.--warwick. i would not enter on my list of friends (though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, yet wanting sensibility) the man who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. --cowper. true happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.--dr. johnson. frugality.--frugality is founded on the principle that all riches have limits.--burke. frugality may be termed the daughter of prudence, the sister of temperance, and the parent of liberty.--dr. johnson. the world has not yet learned the riches of frugality.--cicero. futurity.--it is vain to be always looking toward the future and never acting toward it.--j.f. boyes. the best preparation for the future is the present well seen to, the last duty done.--george macdonald. trust no future howe'er pleasant; let the dead past bury its dead; act,--act in the living present, heart within and god o'erhead! --longfellow. the state of that man's mind who feels too intense an interest as to future events, must be most deplorable.--seneca. god will not suffer man to have the knowledge of things to come; for if he had prescience of his prosperity, he would be careless; and, understanding of his adversity, he would be senseless.--st. augustine. boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.--proverbs : . the golden age is not in the past, but in the future; not in the origin of human experience, but in its consummate flower; not opening in eden, but out from gethsemane.--chapin. why will any man be so impertinently officious as to tell me all prospect of a future state is only fancy and delusion? is there any merit in being the messenger of ill news. if it is a dream, let me enjoy it, since it makes me both the happier and better man.--addison. how narrow our souls become when absorbed in any present good or ill! it is only the thought of the future that makes them great.--richter. if there was no future life, our souls would not thirst for it.--richter. gambling.--there is nothing that wears out a fine face like the vigils of the card-table, and those cutting passions which naturally attend them. hollow eyes, haggard looks and pale complexions are the natural indications.--steele. games of chance are traps to catch school boy novices and gaping country squires, who begin with a guinea and end with a mortgage. --cumberland. all gaming, since it implies a desire to profit at the expense of another, involves a breach of the tenth commandment.--whately. there is but one good throw upon the dice, which is, to throw them away.--chatfield. i look upon every man as a suicide from the moment he takes the dice-box desperately in his hand; and all that follows in his fatal career from that time is only sharpening the dagger before he strikes it to his heart.--cumberland. it is the child of avarice, the brother of iniquity and the father of mischief.--washington. generosity.--all my experience of the world teaches me that in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred the safe side and the just side of a question is the generous side and the merciful side.--mrs. jameson. he who gives what he would as readily throw away gives without generosity; for the essence of generosity is in self-sacrifice.--henry taylor. generosity is only benevolence in practice.--bishop ken. the secret pleasure of a generous act is the great mind's great bribe. --dryden. if there be any truer measure of a man than by what he does, it must be by what he gives.--south. some are unwisely liberal; and more delight to give presents than to pay debts.--sir p. sidney. when you give, take to yourself no credit for generosity, unless you deny yourself something in order that you may give.--henry taylor. the generous who is always just, and the just who is always generous, may, unannounced, approach the throne of heaven.--lavater. men of the noblest dispositions think themselves happiest when others share their happiness with them.--duncan. in giving, a man receives more than he gives; and the more is in proportion to the worth of the thing given.--george macdonald. let us proportion our alms to our ability, lest we provoke god to proportion his blessings to our alms.--beveridge. a friend to everybody is often a friend to nobody, or else in his simplicity he robs his family to help strangers, and becomes brother to a beggar. there is wisdom in generosity, as in everything else. --spurgeon. genius.--genius is an immense capacity for taking trouble.--carlyle. genius always gives its best at first, prudence at last.--lavater. there is hardly a more common error than that of taking the man who has but one talent for a genius.--helps. talent wears well, genius wears itself out; talent drives a brougham in fact; genius, a sun-chariot in fancy.--ouida. genius unexerted is no more genius than a bushel of acorns is a forest of oaks.--beecher. the first and last thing which is required of genius is the love of truth.--goethe. genius can never despise labor.--abel stevens. and genius hath electric power, which earth can never tame; bright suns may scorch, and dark clouds lower-- its flash is still the same. --lydia m. child. genius must be born, and never can be taught.--dryden. genius is the gold in the mine, talent is the miner who works and brings it out.--lady blessington. one science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit. --pope. i know no such thing as genius,--genius is nothing but labor and diligence.--hogarth. men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.--longfellow. genius, without religion, is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace. it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without while the inhabitant sits in darkness.--hannah more. genius is supposed to be a power of producing excellences which are out of the reach of the rules of art: a power which no precepts can teach, and which no industry can acquire.--sir j. reynolds. gentleman.--propriety of manners, and consideration for others, are the two main characteristics of a gentleman.--beaconsfield. to be a gentleman does not depend upon the tailor or the toilet. good clothes are not good habits. a gentleman is just a gentle-man,--no more, no less; a diamond polished, that was first a diamond in the rough.--bishop doane. what is it to be a gentleman? is it to be honest, to be gentle, to be generous, to be brave, to be wise, and, possessing all these qualities, to exercise them in the most graceful outward manner? ought a gentleman to be a loyal son, a true husband, an honest father? ought his life to be decent, his bills to be paid, his taste to be high and elegant, his aims in life lofty and noble?--thackeray. the taste of beauty, and the relish of what is decent, just and amiable, perfects the character of the gentleman and the philosopher. and the study of such a taste or relish will, as we suppose, be ever the great employment and concern of him who covets as well to be wise and good, as agreeable and polite.--shaftesbury. education begins the gentleman, but reading, good company, and reflection must finish him.--locke. you may depend upon it, religion is, in its essence, the most gentlemanly thing in the world. it will alone gentilize, if unmixed with cant; and i know nothing else that will, alone. certainly not the army, which is thought to be the grand embellisher of manners. --coleridge. he is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.--victor hugo. perhaps propriety is as near a word as any to denote the manners of the gentleman; elegance is necessary to the fine gentleman; dignity is proper to noblemen; and majesty to kings.--hazlitt. he is gentle that doth gentle deeds. gentleman is a term which does not apply to any station, but to the mind and the feelings in every station.--talfourd. of the offspring of the gentilman jafeth, came habraham, moyses, aron and the profettys; and also the kyng of the right line of mary, of whom that gentilman jhesus was borne.--juliana berners. gentleness.--true gentleness is founded on a sense of what we owe to him who made us, and to the common nature which we all share. it arises from reflection on our own failings and wants, and from just views of the condition and the duty of man. it is native feeling heightened and improved by principle.--blair. we do not believe, or we forget, that "the holy ghost came down, not in shape of a vulture, but in the form of a dove."--emerson. gentleness in the gait is what simplicity is in the dress. violent gestures or quick movements inspire involuntary disrespect.--balzac. the best and simplest cosmetic for women is constant gentleness and sympathy for the noblest interests of her fellow-creatures. this preserves and gives to her features an indelibly gay, fresh, and agreeable expression. if women would but realize that harshness makes them ugly, it would prove the best means of conversion.--auerbach. gentleness, which belongs to virtue, is to be carefully distinguished from the mean spirit of cowards and the fawning assent of sycophants. --blair. gifts.--posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness, when bequeathed by those who, when alive, would part with nothing.--colton. give freely to him that deserveth well, and asketh nothing: and that is a way of giving to thyself.--fuller. the gift, to be true, must be the flowing of the giver unto me, correspondent to my flowing unto him.--emerson. the only gift is a portion of thyself. * * * therefore the poet brings his poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a gem; the sailor, coral and shells; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing.--emerson. a gift--its kind, its value and appearance; the silence or the pomp that attends it; the style in which it reaches you--may decide the dignity or vulgarity of the giver.--lavater. god's love gives in such a way that it flows from a father's heart, the well-spring of all good. the heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious; as among ourselves we say of even a trifling gift, "it comes from a hand we love," and look not so much at the gift as at the heart.--luther. there is no grace in a benefit that sticks to the fingers.--seneca. glory.--real glory springs from the quiet conquest of ourselves; and without that the conqueror is nought but the first slave.--thomson. wood burns because it has the proper stuff for that purpose in it; and a man becomes renowned because he has the necessary stuff in him. renown is not to be sought, and all pursuit of it is vain. a person may, indeed, by skillful conduct and various artificial means, make a sort of name for himself; but if the inner jewel is wanting, all is vanity, and will not last a day.--goethe. the road to glory would cease to be arduous if it were trite and trodden; and great minds must be ready not only to take opportunities but to make them.--colton. true glory consists in doing what deserves to be written, in writing what deserves to be read, and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it.--pliny. glory relaxes often and debilitates the mind; censure stimulates and contracts,--both to an extreme. simple fame is, perhaps, the proper medium.--shenstone. gluttony.--gluttony is the source of all our infirmities, and the fountain of all our diseases. as a lamp is choked by a superabundance of oil, a fire extinguished by excess of fuel, so is the natural health of the body destroyed by intemperate diet.--burton. i have come to the conclusion that mankind consume twice too much food.--sydney smith. fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits. --shakespeare. the pleasures of the palate deal with us like egyptian thieves who strangle those whom they embrace.--seneca. when i behold a fashionable table set out in all its magnificence, i fancy that i see gouts and dropsies, fevers and lethargies, with other innumerable distempers lying in ambuscade among the dishes. nature delights in the most plain and simple diet. every animal but man keeps to one dish. herbs are the food of this species, fish of that, and flesh of a third. man falls upon everything that comes in his way; not the smallest fruit or excrescence of the earth, scarce a berry or a mushroom can escape him.--addison. god.--in all thy actions think god sees thee; and in all his actions labor to see him; that will make thee fear him; this will move thee to love him; the fear of god is the beginning of knowledge, and the knowledge of god is the perfection of love.--quarles. god should be the object of all our desires, the end of all our actions, the principle of all our affections, and the governing power of our whole souls.--massillon. god governs the world, and we have only to do our duty wisely, and leave the issue to him.--john jay. they that deny a god destroy man's nobility; for certainly man is like the beasts in his body; and if he is not like god in his spirit, he is an ignoble creature.--bacon. god is all love; it is he who made everything, and he loves everything that he has made.--henry brooke. how calmly may we commit ourselves to the hands of him who bears up the world,--of him who has created, and who provides for the joys even of insects, as carefully as if he were their father.--richter. i fear god, and next to god, i chiefly fear him who fears him not. --saadi. a foe to god was never true friend to man.--young. god moves in a mysterious way his wonders to perform; he plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. --cowper. there never was a man of solid understanding, whose apprehensions are sober, and by a pensive inspection advised, but that he hath found by an irresistible necessity one true god and everlasting being.--sir walter raleigh. who guides below, and rules above, the great disposer, and the mighty king; than he none greater, next him none, that can be, is, or was. --horace. thou art, o god, the life and light of all this wondrous world we see; its glow by day, its smile by night, are but reflections caught from thee! where'er we turn thy glories shine, and all things fair and bright are thine! --moore. from god derived, to god by nature join'd. we act the dictates of his mighty mind: and though the priests are mute and temples still, god never wants a voice to speak his will. --rowe. the very impossibility in which i find myself to prove that god is not, discovers to me his existence.--bruyÃ�re. we find in god all the excellences of light, truth, wisdom, greatness, goodness and life. light gives joy and gladness; truth gives satisfaction; wisdom gives learning and instruction; greatness excites admiration; goodness produces love and gratitude; life gives immortality and insures enjoyment.--jones of nayland. we have a friend and protector, from whom, if we do not ourselves depart from him, nor power nor spirit can separate us. in his strength let us proceed on our journey, through the storms, and troubles, and dangers of the world. however they may rage and swell, though the mountains shake at the tempests, our rock will not be moved: we have one friend who will never forsake us; one refuge, where we may rest in peace and stand in our lot at the end of the days. that same is he who liveth, and was dead; who is alive forevermore; and hath the keys of hell and of death.--bishop heber. it is a most unhappy state to be at a distance with god: man needs no greater infelicity than to be left to himself.--feltham. the man who forgets the wonders and mercies of the lord is without any excuse; for we are continually surrounded with objects which may serve to bring the power and goodness of god strikingly to mind.--slade. god is the light which, never seen itself, makes all things visible, and clothes itself in colors. thine eye feels not its ray, but thine heart feels its warmth.--richter. a secret sense of god's goodness is by no means enough. men should make solemn and outward expressions of it, when they receive his creatures for their support; a service and homage not only due to him, but profitable to themselves.--dean stanhope. all is of god. if he but wave his hand, the mists collect, the rains fall thick and loud; till, with a smile of light on sea and land, lo! he looks back from the departing cloud. angels of life and death alike are his; without his leave they pass no threshold o'er; who, then, would wish or dare, believing this, against his messengers to shut the door? --longfellow. "god saw everything that he had made, and behold it was very good." * * * wheresoever i turn my eyes, behold the memorials of his greatness! of his goodness! * * * what the world contains of good is from his free and unrequited mercy: what it presents of real evil arises from ourselves.--bishop blomfield. gold.--gold, like the sun, which melts wax and hardens clay, expands great souls and contracts bad hearts.--rivarol. there are two metals, one of which is omnipotent in the cabinet, and the other in the camp,--gold and iron. he that knows how to apply them both may indeed attain the highest station.--colton. gold is cæsar's treasure, man is god's; thy gold hath cæsar's image, and thou hast god's; give, therefore, those things unto cæsar which are cæsar's, and unto god which are god's.--quarles. foul-cankering rust the hidden treasure frets; but gold, that's put to use, more gold begets. --shakespeare. gold is the fool's curtain, which hides all his defects from the world.--feltham. o cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake the fool throws up his interest in both worlds. --blair. how few, like daniel, have god and gold together!--george villiers. gold adulterates one thing only,--the human heart.--marguerite de valois. goodness.--a good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.--basil. it is only great souls that know how much glory there is in being good.--sophocles. do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.--pope. every day should be distinguished by at least one particular act of love.--lavater. he that is a good man is three-quarters of his way towards the being a good christian, wheresoever he lives, or whatsoever he is called.--south. a good man is kinder to his enemy than bad men are to their friends. --bishop hall. live for something. do good, and leave behind you a monument of virtue that the storm of time can never destroy. write your name in kindness, love, and mercy, on the hearts of thousands you come in contact with year by year; you will never be forgotten. no, your name, your deeds, will be as legible on the hearts you leave behind as the stars on the brow of evening. good deeds will shine as the stars of heaven.--chalmers. he that does good for good's sake seeks neither praise nor reward, though sure of both at last.--william penn. what is good-looking, as horace smith remarks, but looking good? be good, be womanly, be gentle, generous in your sympathies, heedful of the well-being of all around you; and, my word for it, you will not lack kind words of admiration.--whittier. some good we all can do; and if we do all that is in our power, however little that power may be, we have performed our part, and may be as near perfection as those whose influence extends over kingdoms, and whose good actions are felt and applauded by thousands.--bowdler. government.--the administration of government, like a guardianship, ought to be directed to the good of those who confer and not of those who receive the trust.--cicero. power exercised with violence has seldom been of long duration, but temper and moderation generally produce permanence in all things. --seneca. no government, any more than an individual, will long be respected without being truly respectable.--madison. the best government is not that which renders men the happiest, but that which renders the greatest number happy.--duclos. no man undertakes a trade he has not learned, even the meanest; yet every one thinks himself sufficiently qualified for the hardest of all trades,--that of government.--socrates. in the early ages men ruled by strength; now they rule by brain, and so long as there is only one man in the world who can think and plan, he will stand head and shoulders above him who cannot.--beecher. the proper function of a government is to make it easy for people to do good, and difficult for them to do evil.--gladstone. all free governments are managed by the combined wisdom and folly of the people.--james a. garfield. those who think must govern those who toil.--goldsmith. grace.--let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.--dryden. the mother grace of all the graces is christian good-will.--beecher. all actions and attitudes of children are graceful because they are the luxuriant and immediate offspring of the moment,--divested of affectation and free from all pretence.--fuseli. grace has been defined, the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.--hazlitt. gratitude.--gratitude is a virtue disposing the mind to an inward sense and an outward acknowledgment of a benefit received, together with a readiness to return the same, or the like, as occasions of the doer of it shall require, and the abilities of the receiver extend to. he who receives a good turn, should never forget it: he who does one, should never remember it.--charron. o lord, that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.--shakespeare. what causes such a miscalculation in the amount of gratitude which men expect for the favors they have done, is, that the pride of the giver and that of the receiver can never agree as to the value of the benefit.--la rochefoucauld. if gratitude is due from children to their earthly parents, how much more is the gratitude of the great family of man due to our father in heaven!--hosea ballou. grave.--there the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. there the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. the small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.--job : , , . we go to the grave of a friend saying, "a man is dead;" but angels throng about him, saying, "a man is born."--beecher. always the idea of unbroken quiet broods around the grave. it is a port where the storms of life never beat, and the forms that have been tossed on its chafing waves lie quiet forevermore. there the child nestles as peacefully as ever it lay in its mother's arms, and the workman's hands lie still by his side, and the thinker's brain is pillowed in silent mystery, and the poor girl's broken heart is steeped in a balm that extracts its secret woe, and is in the keeping of a charity that covers all blame.--chapin. there is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song. there is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. oh, the grave!--the grave! it buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment! from its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.--washington irving. what is the grave? 'tis a cool, shady harbor, where the christian wayworn and weary with life's rugged road, forgetting all life's sorrows, joys, and pains, lays his poor body down to rest-- sleeps on--and wakes in heaven. greatness.--he who, in questions of right, virtue, or duty, sets himself above all ridicule, is truly great, and shall laugh in the end with truer mirth than ever he was laughed at.--lavater. the greatest man is he who chooses the right with invincible resolution, who resists the sorest temptations from within and without, who bears the heaviest burdens cheerfully, who is calmest in storms and most fearless under menace and frowns, whose reliance on truth, on virtue, on god, is most unfaltering. i believe this greatness to be most common among the multitude, whose names are never heard.--channing. great minds, like heaven, are pleased in doing good, though the ungrateful subjects of their favors are barren in return. --rowe. great truths are portions of the soul of man; great souls are the portions of eternity. --lowell. no sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.--carlyle. if the title of great man ought to be reserved for him who cannot be charged with an indiscretion or a vice, who spent his life in establishing the independence, the glory and durable prosperity of his country; who succeeded in all that he undertook, and whose successes were never won at the expense of honor, justice, integrity, or by the sacrifice of a single principle--this title will not be denied to washington.--sparks. he only is great who has the habits of greatness; who, after performing what none in ten thousand could accomplish, passes on like samson, and "tells neither father nor mother of it."--lavater. he who comes up to his own idea of greatness must always have had a very low standard of it in his mind.--hazlitt. in life, we shall find many men that are great, and some men that are good, but very few men that are both great and good.--colton. a really great man is known by three signs,--generosity in the design, humanity in the execution, and moderation in success.--bismarck. nothing can make a man truly great but being truly good and partaking of god's holiness.--matthew henry. the greatest truths are the simplest; so are the greatest men. some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.--shakespeare. no man has come to true greatness who has not felt in some degree that his life belongs to his race, and that what god gives him, he gives him for mankind.--phillips brooks. nothing is more simple than greatness; indeed, to be simple is to be great.--emerson. grief.--grief is the culture of the soul, it is the true fertilizer. --madame de girardin. light griefs are plaintive, but great ones are dumb.--seneca. if the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?--metastasio. excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.--xenophon. all the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.--madame swetchine. what an argument in favor of social connections is the observation that by communicating our grief we have less, and by communicating our pleasure we have more.--greville. they truly mourn that mourn without a witness.--byron. alas! i have not words to tell my grief; to vent my sorrow would be some relief; light sufferings give us leisure to complain; we groan, we cannot speak, in greater pain. --dryden. it is folly to tear one's hair in sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.--cicero. dr. holmes says, both wittily and truly, that crying widows are easiest consoled.--h.w. shaw. who fails to grieve, when just occasion calls, or grieves too much, deserves not to be blest: inhuman, or effeminate, his heart. --young. great grief makes sacred those upon whom its hand is laid. joy may elevate, ambition glorify, but sorrow alone can consecrate.--horace greeley. every one can master a grief but he that has it.--shakespeare. grumbling.--when a man is full of the holy ghost, he is the very last man to be complaining of other people.--d.l. moody. every one must see daily instances of people who complain from a mere habit of complaining.--graves. there is an unfortunate disposition in a man to attend much more to the faults of his companions which offend him, than to their perfections which please him.--greville. no talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, is required to set up in the grumbling business; but those who are moved by a genuine desire to do good have little time for murmuring or complaint.--robert west. i pity the man who can travel from dan to beersheba, and cry, "it is all barren."--sterne. guilt.--think not that guilt requires the burning torches of the furies to agitate and torment it. their own frauds, their crimes, their remembrances of the past, their terrors of the future,--these are the domestic furies that are ever present to the mind of the impious.--robert hall. guilt alone, like brain-sick frenzy in its feverish mood, fills the light air with visionary terrors, and shapeless forms of fear.--junius. guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor; while the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.--sir walter scott. he who is conscious of secret and dark designs, which, if known, would blast him, is perpetually shrinking and dodging from public observation, and is afraid of all around him, and much more of all above him.--wirt. they whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.--shakespeare. life is not the supreme good; but of all earthly ills the chief is guilt.--schiller. they who once engage in iniquitous designs miserably deceive themselves when they think that they will go so far and no farther; one fault begets another, one crime renders another necessary; and thus they are impelled continually downward into a depth of guilt, which at the commencement of their career they would have died rather than have incurred.--southey. let wickedness escape as it may at the bar, it never fails of doing justice upon itself; for every guilty person is his own hangman. --seneca. habit.--habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.--cowper. the law of the harvest is to reap more than you sow. sow an act, and you reap a habit; sow a habit, and you reap a character; sow a character, and you reap a destiny.--g.d. boardman. a single bad habit will mar an otherwise faultless character, as an ink drop soileth the pure white page.--hosea ballou. habits are like the wrinkles on a man's brow; if you will smooth out the one, i will smooth out the other.--h.w. shaw. a large part of christian virtue consists in right habits.--paley. habit is ten times nature.--wellington. habit is the most imperious of all masters.--goethe. i will govern my life and my thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one and to read the other; for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor, when to god (who is the searcher of our hearts) all our privacies are open?--seneca. the will that yields the first time with some reluctance does so the second time with less hesitation, and the third time with none at all, until presently the habit is adopted.--henry giles. it is almost as difficult to make a man unlearn his errors as his knowledge.--colton. habits, though in their commencement like the filmy line of the spider, trembling at every breeze, may in the end prove as links of tempered steel, binding a deathless being to eternal felicity or woe.--mrs. sigourney. i will be a slave to no habit; therefore farewell tobacco.--hosea ballou. happiness.--he who is good is happy.--habbington. if solid happiness we prize, within our breast this jewel lies; and they are fools who roam: the world has nothing to bestow, from our own selves our joys must flow, and that dear hut, our home. --cotton. the common course of things is in favor of happiness; happiness is the rule, misery the exception. were the order reversed, our attention would be called to examples of health and competency, instead of disease and want.--paley. happiness and virtue react upon each other,--the best are not only the happiest, but the happiest are usually the best.--lytton. god loves to see his creatures happy; our lawful delight is his; they know not god that think to please him with making themselves miserable. the idolaters thought it a fit service for baal to cut and lance themselves; never any holy man looked for thanks from the true god by wronging himself.--bishop hall. real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit!--hosea ballou. degrees of happiness vary according to the degrees of virtue, and consequently, that life which is most virtuous is most happy.--norris. without strong affection, and humanity of heart, and gratitude to that being whose code is mercy, and whose great attribute is benevolence to all things that breathe, true happiness can never be attained.--dickens. the utmost we can hope for in this world is contentment; if we aim at anything higher, we shall meet with nothing but grief and disappointment. a man should direct all his studies and endeavors at making himself easy now and happy hereafter.--addison. to be happy is not only to be freed from the pains and diseases of the body, but from anxiety and vexation of spirit; not only to enjoy the pleasures of sense, but peace of conscience and tranquillity of mind. --tillotson. happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.--hawthorne. the happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.--j. petit-senn. there is no man but may make his paradise.--beaumont and fletcher. the happiness of life is made up of minute fractions,--the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasant thought and feeling.--coleridge. to be happy is not the purpose for which you are placed in this world. --froude. the happiness of the human race in this world does not consist in our being devoid of passions, but in our learning to command them.--from the french. our happiness in this world depends on the affections we are enabled to inspire.--duchesse de praslin. hatred.--the passion of hatred is so durable and so inveterate that the surest prognostic of death in a sick man is a wish for reconciliation.--bruyÃ�re. we hate some persons because we do not know them; and we will not know them because we hate them.--colton. if you hate your enemies, you will contract such a vicious habit of mind, as by degrees will break out upon those who are your friends, or those who are indifferent to you.--plutarch. hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littlenesses, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.--balzac. it is the nature of the human disposition to hate him whom you have injured.--tacitus. life is too short to spare an hour of it in the indulgence of this evil passion.--lamartine. the hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.--j. petit-senn. the hatred of persons related to each other is the most violent. --tacitus. when our hatred is too keen it places us beneath those we hate. --la rochefoucauld. health.--the only way for a rich man to be healthy is, by exercise and abstinence, to live as if he was poor.--sir w. temple. there is this difference between those two temporal blessings, health and money: money is the most envied, but the least enjoyed; health is the most enjoyed, but the least envied: and this superiority of the latter is still more obvious when we reflect that the poorest man would not part with health for money, but that the richest would gladly part with all their money for health.--colton. refuse to be ill. never tell people you are ill; never own it to yourself. illness is one of those things which a man should resist on principle at the onset.--lytton. reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, lie in three words, health, peace and competence: but health consists with temperance alone; and peace, o virtue! peace is all thy own. --pope. o blessed health! thou art above all gold and treasure; 'tis thou who enlargest the soul, and openest all its powers to receive instruction, and to relish virtue. he that has thee has little more to wish for, and he that is so wretched as to want thee, wants everything with thee.--sterne. people who are always taking care of their health are like misers, who are hoarding up a treasure which they have never spirit enough to enjoy.--sterne. health and good humor are to the human body like sunshine to vegetation.--massillon. one means very effectual for the preservation of health is a quiet and cheerful mind, not afflicted with violent passions or distracted with immoderate cares.--john ray. the requirements of health, and the style of female attire which custom enjoins, are in direct antagonism to each other.--abba goold woolson. for life is not to live, but to be well.--martial. from labor health, from health contentment springs.--beattie. in these days half our diseases come from neglect of the body in overwork of the brain--lytton. the rule is simple: be sober and temperate, and you will be healthy.--franklin. heart.--keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life.--proverbs : . the poor too often turn away unheard, from hearts that shut against them with a sound that will be heard in heaven. --longfellow. he who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.--bailey. all offences come from the heart.--shakespeare. many flowers open to the sun, but only one follows him constantly. heart, be thou the sunflower, not only open to receive god's blessing, but constant in looking to him.--richter. out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.--matthew : . do you think that any one can move the heart but he that made it? --john lyly. when a young man complains that a young lady has no heart, it is pretty certain that she has his.--g.d. prentice. the heart never grows better by age, i fear rather worse; always harder. a young liar will be an old one; and a young knave will only be a greater knave as he grows older.--chesterfield. a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.--gibbon. the heart that has once been bathed in love's pure fountain retains the pulse of youth forever.--landor. a loving heart carries with it, under every parallel of latitude, the warmth and light of the tropics. it plants its eden in the wilderness and solitary place, and sows with flowers the gray desolation of rock and mosses.--whittier. none but god can satisfy the longings of an immortal soul; that as the heart was made for him, so he only can fill it.--trench. there are treasures laid up in the heart,--treasures of charity, piety, temperance, and soberness. these treasures a man takes with him beyond death, when he leaves this world.--buddhist scriptures. the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know it?--jeremiah : . heaven.--the generous who is always just, and the just who is always generous, may, unannounced, approach the throne of heaven.--lavater. the redeemed shall walk there.--isaiah : . if our creator has so bountifully provided for our existence here, which is but momentary, and for our temporal wants, which will soon be forgotten, how much more must he have done for our enjoyment in the everlasting world!--hosea ballou. heaven does not make holiness, but holiness makes heaven.--phillips brooks. i cannot be content with less than heaven.--bailey. heaven's gates are not so highly arched as princes' palaces; they that enter there must go upon their knees.--daniel webster. he who seldom thinks of heaven is not likely to get thither; as the only way to hit the mark is to keep the eye fixed upon it.--bishop horne. perfect purity, fullness of joy, everlasting freedom, perfect rest, health and fruition, complete security, substantial and eternal good.--hannah more. heaven is the day of which grace is the dawn; the rich, ripe fruit of which grace is the lovely flower; the inner shrine of that most glorious temple to which grace forms the approach and outer court.--rev. dr. guthrie. nothing is farther than earth from heaven; nothing is nearer than heaven to earth.--hare. heaven will be inherited by every man who has heaven in his soul. "the kingdom of god is within you."--beecher. blessed is the pilgrim, who in every place, and at all times of this his banishment in the body, calling upon the holy name of jesus, calleth to mind his native heavenly land, where his blessed master, the king of saints and angels, waiteth to receive him. blessed is the pilgrim who seeketh not an abiding place unto himself in this world; but longeth to be dissolved, and be with christ in heaven.--thos. Ã� kempis. heroes.--great men need to be lifted upon the shoulders of the whole world, in order to conceive their great ideas or perform their great deeds. that is, there must be an atmosphere of greatness round about them. a hero cannot be a hero unless in an heroic world.--hawthorne. troops of heroes undistinguished die.--addison. nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. the valet, i dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.--goethe. there is more heroism in self-denial than in deeds of arms.--seneca. we can all be heroes in our virtues, in our homes, in our lives.--james ellis. each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody; and to that person whatever he says has an enhanced value.--emerson. history.--history maketh a young man to be old, without either wrinkles or gray hairs,--privileging him with the experience of age, without either the infirmities or inconveniences thereof.--thomas fuller. history teaches everything, even the future.--lamartine. it is when the hour of the conflict is over that history comes to a right understanding of the strife, and is ready to exclaim, "lo, god is here, and we knew him not!"--bancroft. this i hold to be the chief office of history, to rescue virtuous actions from the oblivion to which a want of records would consign them, and that men should feel a dread of being considered infamous in the opinions of posterity, from their depraved expressions and base actions.--tacitus. not to know what has been transacted in former times is to continue always a child. if no use is made of the labors of past ages, the world must remain always in the infancy of knowledge.--cicero. history is the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instructor of the present, and monitor to the future.--cervantes. there is no history worthy of attention but that of a free people; the history of a people subjected to despotism is only a collection of anecdotes.--chamfort. history is but the unrolled scroll of prophecy.--james a. garfield. the world's history is a divine poem of which the history of every nation is a canto and every man a word. its strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and though there have been mingled the discords of warring cannon and dying men, yet to the christian philosopher and historian--the humble listener--there has been a divine melody running through the song which speaks of hope and halcyon days to come.--james a. garfield. home.--there is no happiness in life, there is no misery, like that growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a home.--chapin. it was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel that home was the happiest place in the world; and i value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent can bestow.--washington irving. he is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.--goethe. 'tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come. --byron. 'mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. --john howard payne. there's a strange something, which without a brain fools feel, and which e'en wise men can't explain, planted in man, to bind him to that earth, in dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth. --churchill. the first sure symptom of a mind in health is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home.--young. are you not surprised to find how independent of money peace of conscience is, and how much happiness can be condensed in the humblest home?--james hamilton. breathes there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said, this is my own, my native land! whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, as home his footsteps he hath turn'd, from wandering on a foreign strand! --scott. when home is ruled according to god's word, angels might be asked to stay a night with us, and they would not find themselves out of their element.--spurgeon. stint yourself, as you think good, in other things; but don't scruple freedom in brightening home. gay furniture and a brilliant garden are a sight day by day, and make life blither.--charles buxton. in all my wanderings round this world of care, in all my griefs--and god has given my share-- i still had hopes my latest hours to crown, amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; to husband out life's taper at the close, and keep the flame from wasting, by repose: i still had hopes, for pride attends us still, amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill, around my fire an evening group to draw, and tell of all i felt, and all i saw; and as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, pants to the place from whence at first she flew, i still had hopes, my long vexations past, here to return--and die at home at last. --goldsmith. home is the seminary of all other institutions.--chapin. honesty.--to be honest as this world goes is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.--shakespeare. the man who pauses in his honesty wants little of a villain.--h. martyn. the man who is so conscious of the rectitude of his intentions as to be willing to open his bosom to the inspection of the world is in possession of one of the strongest pillars of a decided character. the course of such a man will be firm and steady, because he has nothing to fear from the world, and is sure of the approbation and support of heaven.--wirt. honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.--otway. "honesty is the best policy;" but he who acts on that principle is not an honest man.--whately. the first step toward greatness is to be honest, says the proverb; but the proverb fails to state the case strong enough. honesty is not only "the first step toward greatness,"--it is greatness itself.--bovee. let honesty be as the breath of thy soul, and never forget to have a penny, when all thy expenses are enumerated and paid: then shalt thou reach the point of happiness, and independence shall be thy shield and buckler, thy helmet and crown; then shall thy soul walk upright nor stoop to the silken wretch because he hath riches, nor pocket an abuse because the hand which offers it wears a ring set with diamonds. --franklin. nothing really succeeds which is not based on reality; sham, in a large sense, is never successful. in the life of the individual, as in the more comprehensive life of the state, pretension is nothing and power is everything.--whipple. the more honesty a man has, the less he affects the air of a saint. --lavater. no man is bound to be rich or great,--no, nor to be wise; but every man is bound to be honest.--sir benjamin rudyard. an honest man's the noblest work of god.--pope. when men cease to be faithful to their god, he who expects to find them so to each other will be much disappointed.--bishop horne. if he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why, sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons. --dr. johnson. all other knowledge is hurtful to him who has not honesty and good-nature.--montaigne. no legacy is so rich as honesty.--shakespeare. what is becoming is honest, and whatever is honest must always be becoming.--cicero. hope.--all which happens in the whole world happens through hope. no husbandman would sow a grain of corn if he did not hope it would spring up and bring forth the ear. how much more are we helped on by hope in the way to eternal life!--luther. "hast thou hope?" they asked of john knox, when he lay a-dying. he spoke nothing, but raised his finger and pointed upward, and so died.--carlyle. the riches of heaven, the honor which cometh from god only, and the pleasures at his right hand, the absence of all evil, the presence and enjoyment of all good, and this good enduring to eternity, never more to be taken from us, never more to be in any, the least degree, diminished, but forever increasing, these are the wreaths which form the contexture of that crown held forth to our hopes.--bishop horne. a religious hope does not only bear up the mind under her sufferings but makes her rejoice in them.--addison. hope is like the wing of an angel, soaring up to heaven, and bearing our prayers to the throne of god.--jeremy taylor. hope is our life when first our life grows clear, hope and delight, scarce crossed by lines of fear: yet the day comes when fain we would not hope-- but forasmuch as we with life must cope, struggling with this and that--and who knows why? hope will not give us up to certainty, but still must bide with us. --wm. morris. hope springs eternal in the human breast, man never is, but always to be blest. --pope. a propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow, real poverty.--hume. true hope is based on the energy of character. a strong mind always hopes, and has always cause to hope, because it knows the mutability of human affairs, and how slight a circumstance may change the whole course of events. such a spirit, too, rests upon itself; it is not confined to partial views or to one particular object. and if at last all should be lost, it has saved itself.--von knebel. hope, like the glimmering taper's light, adorns and cheers the way; and still, as darker grows the night, emits a brighter ray. --goldsmith. hospitality.--like many other virtues, hospitality is practiced in its perfection by the poor. if the rich did their share, how would the woes of this world be lightened!--mrs. kirkland. it is not the quantity of the meat, but the cheerfulness of the guests, which makes the feast.--clarendon. there is an emanation from the heart in genuine hospitality which cannot be described, but is immediately felt and puts the stranger at once at his ease.--washington irving. be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.--hebrews : . blest be that spot, where cheerful guests retire to pause from toil, and trim their evening fire; blest that abode, where want and pain repair, and every stranger finds a ready chair: blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd, where all the ruddy family around laugh at the jest or pranks, that never fail, or sigh with pity at some mournful tale, or press the bashful stranger to his food, and learn the luxury of doing good. --goldsmith. humility.--the sufficiency of my merit is to know that my merit is not sufficient.--st. augustine. the high mountains are barren, but the low valleys are covered over with corn; and accordingly the showers of god's grace fall into lowly hearts and humble souls.--worthington. he who sacrifices a whole offering shall be rewarded for a whole offering; he who offers a burnt-offering shall have the reward of a burnt-offering; but he who offers humility to god and man shall be rewarded with a reward as if he had offered all the sacrifices in the world.--the talmud. true humility--the basis of the christian system--is the low but deep and firm foundation of all virtues.--burke. by humility, and the fear of the lord, are riches, honor, and life. --proverbs : . "if you ask, what is the first step in the way of truth? i answer humility," saith st. austin. "if you ask, what is the second? i say humility. if you ask, what is the third? i answer the same--humility." is it not as the steps of degree in the temple, whereby we descend to the knowledge of ourselves, and ascend to the knowledge of god? would we attain mercy? humility will help us.--c. sutton. blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.--matthew : . nothing can be further apart than true humility and servility.--beecher. some one called sir richard steele the "vilest of mankind," and he retorted with proud humility, "it would be a glorious world if i were."--bovee. humility is the christian's greatest honor; and the higher men climb, the farther they are from heaven.--burder. the grace which makes every other grace amiable.--alfred mercier. if thou desire the love of god and man, be humble; for the proud heart, as it loves none but itself, so it is beloved of none but by itself; the voice of humility is god's music, and the silence of humility is god's rhetoric. humility enforces where neither virtue nor strength can prevail nor reason.--quarles. the fullest and best ears of corn hang lowest toward the ground. --bishop reynolds. if thou wouldst find much favor and peace with god and man, be very low in thine own eyes; forgive thyself little, and others much. --leighton. after crosses and losses men grow humbler and wiser.--franklin. hurry.--no two things differ more than hurry and despatch. hurry is the mark of a weak mind, despatch of a strong one. a weak man in office, like a squirrel in a cage, is laboring eternally, but to no purpose, and in constant motion without getting on a jot; like a turnstile, he is in everybody's way, but stops nobody; he talks a great deal, but says very little; looks into everything, but sees into nothing; and has a hundred irons in the fire, but very few of them are hot, and with those few that are he only burns his fingers.--colton. hypocrisy.--if the world despises hypocrites, what must be the estimate of them in heaven?--madame roland. hypocrisy itself does great honor, or rather justice, to religion, and tacitly acknowledges it to be an ornament to human nature. the hypocrite would not be at so much pains to put on the appearance of virtue, if he did not know it was the most proper and effectual means to gain the love and esteem of mankind.--addison. the words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords. --psalm : . hypocrisy is folly. it is much easier, safer, and pleasanter to be the thing which a man aims to appear, than to keep up the appearance of being what he is not.--cecil. hypocrites do the devil's drudgery in christ's livery.--matthew henry. to wear long faces, just as if our maker, the god of goodness, was an undertaker. --peter pindar. hypocrisy is oftenest clothed in the garb of religion.--hosea ballou. such a man will omit neither family worship, nor a sneer at his neighbor. he will neither milk his cows on the first day of the week without a sabbath mask on his face, nor remove it while he waters the milk for his customers.--george macdonald. if satan ever laughs, it must be at hypocrites; they are the greatest dupes he has.--colton. idleness.--i look upon indolence as a sort of suicide.--chesterfield. some people have a perfect genius for doing nothing, and doing it assiduously.--haliburton. laziness grows on people; it begins in cobwebs, and ends in iron chains. the more business a man has to do, the more he is able to accomplish; for he learns to economize his time.--judge hale. if you ask me which is the real hereditary sin of human nature, do you imagine i shall answer pride or luxury or ambition or egotism? no; i shall say indolence. who conquers indolence will conquer all the rest. indeed, all good principles must stagnate without mental activity. --zimmermann. a poor idle man cannot be an honest man.--achilles poincelot. absence of occupation is not rest, a mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd. --cowper. sloth makes all things difficult, but industry all easy; and he that riseth late must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night; while laziness travels so slowly that poverty soon overtakes him.--franklin. evil thoughts intrude in an unemployed mind, as naturally as worms are generated in a stagnant pool.--from the latin. an idle man's brain is the devil's workshop.--bunyan. if you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. it is rather a precipice than a road.--beecher. the ruin of most men dates from some idle moment.--hillard. time, with all its celerity, moves slowly on to him whose whole employment is to watch its flight.--dr. johnson. an idler is a watch that wants both hands, as useless if it goes as when it stands. --cowper. immigration.--if you should turn back from this land to europe the foreign ministers of the gospel, and the foreign attorneys, and the foreign merchants, and the foreign philanthropists, what a robbery of our pulpits, our court rooms, our storehouses, and our beneficent institutions, and what a putting back of every monetary, merciful, moral, and religious interest of the land! this commingling here of all nationalities under the blessing of god will produce in seventy-five or one hundred years the most magnificent style of man and woman the world ever saw. they will have the wit of one race, the eloquence of another race, the kindness of another, the generosity of another, the æsthetic taste of another, the high moral character of another, and when that man and woman step forth, their brain and nerve and muscle an intertwining of the fibres of all nationalities, nothing but the new electric photographic apparatus, that can see clear through body and mind and soul, can take of them an adequate picture. --t. dewitt talmage. immortality.--immortality is the glorious discovery of christianity. --channing. we are born for a higher destiny than that of earth; there is a realm where the rainbow never fades, where the stars will be spread before us like islands that slumber on the ocean, and where the beings that pass before us like shadows will stay in our presence forever.--lytton. it must be so--plato, thou reasonest well-- else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, this longing after immortality? or whence this secret dread and inward horror of falling into naught? why shrinks the soul back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man. the stars shall fade away, the sun himself grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, but thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, unhurt amidst the war of elements, the wreck of matter, and the crash of worlds. --addison. faith in the hereafter is as necessary for the intellectual as the moral character; and to the man of letters, as well as to the christian, the present forms but the slightest portion of his existence.--southey. the nearer i approach the end, the plainer i hear around me the immortal symphonies which invite me.--victor hugo. all men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.--socrates. immortality o'ersweeps all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peals, like the eternal thunder of the deep, into my ears this truth: thou livest forever!--byron. independence.--it is not the greatness of a man's means that makes him independent, so much as the smallness of his wants.--cobbett. these two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together,--manly dependence and manly independence, manly reliance and manly self-reliance.--wordsworth. ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill; we may be independent if we will. --churchill. let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, as long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.--pope. industry.--industry is a christian obligation, imposed on our race to develop the noblest energies, and insures the highest reward. --e.l. magoon. seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand before kings.--proverbs : . if you have great talents, industry will improve them; if moderate abilities, industry will supply their deficiencies. nothing is denied to well-directed labor; nothing is ever to be attained without it. --sir j. reynolds. if we are industrious, we shall never starve; for, at the workingman's house hunger looks in, but dares not enter. nor will the bailiff or the constable enter, for industry pays debts, while despair increaseth them.--franklin. there is no art or science that is too difficult for industry to attain to; it is the gift of tongues, and makes a man understood and valued in all countries and by all nations; it is the philosopher's stone, that turns all metals, and even stones, into gold, and suffers not want to break into its dwelling; it is the northwest passage, that brings the merchant's ship as soon to him as he can desire. in a word, it conquers all enemies, and makes fortune itself pay contribution. --clarendon. the way to wealth is as plain as the way to market. it depends chiefly on two words, industry and frugality: that is, waste neither time nor money, but make the best use of both. without industry and frugality nothing will do, and with them everything.--franklin. the celebrated galen said employment was nature's physician. it is indeed so important to happiness that indolence is justly considered the parent of misery.--colton. in every rank, or great or small, 'tis industry supports us all. --gay. infidelity.--there is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,--insincerity, unbelief. --carlyle. infidelity is one of those coinages,--a mass of base money that won't pass current with any heart that loves truly, or any head that thinks correctly. and infidels are poor sad creatures; they carry about them a load of dejection and desolation, not the less heavy that it is invisible. it is the fearful blindness of the soul.--chalmers. a sceptical young man one day conversing with the celebrated dr. parr, observed that he would believe nothing which he could not understand. "then, young man, your creed will be the shortest of any man's i know."--helps. infidelity and faith look both through the perspective glass, but at contrary ends. infidelity looks through the wrong end of the glass; and, therefore, sees those objects near which are afar off, and makes great things little,--diminishing the greatest spiritual blessings, and removing far from us threatened evils. faith looks at the right end, and brings the blessings that are far off in time close to our eye, and multiplies god's mercies, which, in a distance, lost their greatness.--bishop hall. no one is so much alone in the universe as a denier of god.--richter. mere negation, mere epicurean infidelity, as lord bacon most justly observes, has never disturbed the peace of the world. it furnishes no motive for action; it inspires no enthusiasm; it has no missionaries, no crusades, no martyrs.--macaulay. when once infidelity can persuade men that they shall die like beasts, they will soon be brought to live like beasts also.--south. ingratitude.--if there be a crime of deeper dye than all the guilty train of human vices, it is ingratitude.--h. brooke. men may be ungrateful, but the human race is not so.--de boufflers. blow, blow, thou winter wind, thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude. --shakespeare. he that forgets his friend is ungrateful to him; but he that forgets his saviour is unmerciful to himself.--bunyan. you may rest upon this as an unfailing truth, that there neither is, nor never was, any person remarkably ungrateful, who was not also insufferably proud. in a word, ingratitude is too base to return a kindness, too proud to regard it, much like the tops of mountains, barren indeed, but yet lofty; they produce nothing; they feed nobody; they clothe nobody; yet are high and stately, and look down upon all the world.--south. ingratitude is always a kind of weakness. i have never seen that clever men have been ungrateful.--goethe. you love a nothing when you love an ingrate.--plautus. and shall i prove ungrateful? shocking thought! he that is ungrateful has no guilt but one; all other crimes may pass for virtues in him. --young. nothing more detestable does the earth produce than an ungrateful man. --ausonius. do you know what is more hard to bear than the reverses of fortune? it is the baseness, the hideous ingratitude, of man.--napoleon. how sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child. --shakespeare. one ungrateful man does an injury to all who stand in need of aid. --publius syrus. innocence.--we have not the innocence of eden; but by god's help and christ's example we may have the victory of gethsemane.--chapin. true, conscious honor, is to feel no sin; he's arm'd without that's innocent within. --horace. innocence is a flower which withers when touched, but blooms not again, though watered with tears.--hooper. to be innocent is to be not guilty; but to be virtuous is to overcome our evil inclinations.--william penn. how many bitter thoughts does the innocent man avoid! serenity and cheerfulness are his portion. hope is continually pouring its balm into his soul. his heart is at rest, whilst others are goaded and tortured by the stings of a wounded conscience, the remonstrances and risings up of principles which they cannot forget; perpetually teased by returning temptations, perpetually lamenting defeated resolutions. --paley. oh, keep me innocent; make others great!--caroline of denmark. there are some reasoners who frequently confound innocence with the mere incapacity of guilt; but he that never saw, or heard, or thought of strong liquors, cannot be proposed as a pattern of sobriety. --dr. johnson. let our lives be pure as snow-fields, where our footsteps leave a mark, but not a stain.--madame swetchine. there is no courage but in innocence, no constancy but in an honest cause.--southern. inspiration.--do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?--george eliot. the glow of inspiration warms us; this holy rapture springs from the seeds of the divine mind sown in man.--ovid. no man was ever great without divine inspiration.--cicero. a lively and agreeable man has not only the merit of liveliness and agreeableness himself, but that also of awakening them in others. --greville. intellect.--if a man empties his purse into his head, no one can take it from him.--franklin. alexander the great valued learning so highly, that he used to say he was more indebted to aristotle for giving him knowledge than to his father philip for life.--samuel smiles. a man cannot leave a better legacy to the world than a well-educated family.--rev. thomas scott. times of general calamity and confusion have ever been productive of the greatest minds. the purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt is elicited from the darkest storm.--colton. character is higher than intellect. a great soul will be strong to live, as well as strong to think.--emerson. god has placed no limits to the exercise of the intellect he has given us, on this side of the grave.--bacon. every mind was made for growth, for knowledge; and its nature is sinned against when it is doomed to ignorance.--channing. to be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false,--this is the mark and character of intelligence. --emerson. intemperance.--a man may choose whether he will have abstemiousness and knowledge, or claret and ignorance.--dr. johnson. intemperance weaves the winding-sheet of souls.--john b. gough. drunkenness calls off the watchman from the towers; and then all the evils that proceed from a loose heart, an untied tongue, and a dissolute spirit, we put upon its account.--jeremy taylor. it is little the sign of a wise or good man, to suffer temperance to be transgressed in order to purchase the repute of a generous entertainer.--atterbury. who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? they that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth its color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright: at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.--proverbs : - . o, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!--shakespeare. i never drink. i cannot do it, on equal terms with others. it costs them only one day; but me three,--the first in sinning, the second in suffering, and the third in repenting.--sterne. wise men mingle mirth with their cares, as a help either to forget or overcome them; but to resort to intoxication for the ease of one's mind is to cure melancholy by madness.--charron. greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking. --walter scott. intemperance is a great decayer of beauty.--junius. sinners, hear and consider; if you wilfully condemn your souls to bestiality, god will condemn them to perpetual misery.--baxter. the habit of using ardent spirits, by men in office, has occasioned more injury to the public, and more trouble to me, than all other causes. and were i to commence my administration again, the first question i would ask, respecting a candidate for office would be, "does he use ardent spirits?"--jefferson. jealousy.--people who are jealous, or particularly careful of their own rights and dignity, always find enough of those who do not care for either to keep them continually uncomfortable.--barnes. it is with jealousy as with the gout. when such distempers are in the blood, there is never any security against their breaking out, and that often on the slightest occasions, and when least suspected. --fielding. all the other passions condescend at times to accept the inexorable logic of facts; but jealousy looks facts straight in the face, ignores them utterly, and says that she knows a great deal better than they can tell her.--helps. the jealous man's disease is of so malignant a nature that it converts all it takes into its own nourishment.--addison. trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. --shakespeare. jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.--song of solomon : . yet is there one more cursed than they all, that canker-worm, that monster, jealousie, which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall, turning all love's delight to misery, through fear of losing his felicity. --spenser. joy.--the very society of joy redoubles it; so that, whilst it lights upon my friend it rebounds upon myself, and the brighter his candle burns the more easily will it light mine.--south. the joy resulting from the diffusion of blessings to all around us is the purest and sublimest that can ever enter the human mind, and can be conceived only by those who have experienced it. next to the consolations of divine grace, it is the most sovereign balm to the miseries of life, both in him who is the object of it, and in him who exercises it.--bishop porteus. who partakes in another's joys is a more humane character than he who partakes in his griefs.--lavater. joy is more divine than sorrow; for joy is bread, and sorrow is medicine.--beecher. without kindness, there can be no true joy.--carlyle. joy is an import; joy is an exchange; joy flies monopolists: it calls for two; rich fruit! heaven planted! never pluck'd by one. --young. judgment.--how are we justly to determine in a world where there are no innocent ones to judge the guilty?--madame de genlis. who upon earth could live were all judged justly?--byron. one man's word is no man's word; we should quietly hear both sides. --goethe. men are not to be judged by their looks, habits, and appearances; but by the character of their lives and conversations, and by their works. --l'estrange. we must all appear before the judgment seat of christ; that everyone may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad.-- cor. : . it is very questionable, in my mind, how far we have the right to judge one of another, since there is born within every man the germs of both virtue and vice. the development of one or the other is contingent upon circumstances.--ballou. the right of private judgment is absolute in every american citizen. --james a. garfield. the very thing that men think they have got the most of, they have got the least of; and that is judgment.--h.w. shaw. there are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.--miss mulock. the judgment of a great people is often wiser than the wisest men. --kossuth. judge thyself with a judgment of sincerity, and thou wilt judge others with a judgment of charity.--mason. 'tis with our judgments as our watches; none go just alike, yet each believes his own. --pope. justice.--justice offers nothing but what may be accepted with honor; and lays claim to nothing in return but what we ought not even to wish to withhold.--woman's rights and duties. be just and fear not: let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, thy god's, and truth's. --shakespeare. and heaven that every virtue bears in mind, e'en to the ashes of the just, is kind. --pope. he who is only just is cruel.--byron. the sweet remembrance of the just shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. --paraphrase of psalm : . justice is the insurance which we have on our lives and property, and obedience is the premium which we pay for it.--william penn. heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge that no king can corrupt. --shakespeare. justice discards party, friendship, kindred, and is always, therefore, represented as blind.--addison. at present we can only reason of the divine justice from what we know of justice in man. when we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it; but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.--pope. in matters of equity between man and man, our saviour has taught us to put my neighbor in place of myself, and myself in place of my neighbor.--dr. watts. the books are balanced in heaven, not here.--h.w. shaw. be just in all thy actions, and if join'd with those that are not, never change thy mind. --denham. the virtue of justice consists in moderation, as regulated by wisdom. --aristotle. justice is the great interest of man on earth. it is the ligament which holds civilized beings and civilized nations together.--webster. kindness.--a more glorious victory cannot be gained over another man than this, that when the injury began on his part, the kindness should begin on ours.--tillotson. life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart, and secure comfort. --sir h. davy. kindness has converted more sinners than either zeal, eloquence, or learning.--f.w. faber. how easy it is for one benevolent being to diffuse pleasure around him; and how truly is a kind heart a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity to freshen into smiles!--washington irving. always say a kind word if you can, if only that it may come in, perhaps, with singular opportuneness, entering some mournful man's darkened room, like a beautiful firefly, whose happy circumvolutions he cannot but watch, forgetting his many troubles.--helps. one kindly deed may turn the fountain of thy soul to love's sweet day-star, that shall o'er thee burn long as its currents roll. --holmes. we may scatter the seeds of courtesy and kindness around us at so little expense. some of them will inevitably fall on good ground, and grow up into benevolence in the minds of others: and all of them will bear fruit of happiness in the bosom whence they spring.--bentham. there is no beautifier of complexion or form or behavior like the wish to scatter joy, and not pain, around us.--emerson. kisses.--a kiss from my mother made me a painter.--benjamin west. it is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.--bovee. it is as old as the creation, and yet as young and fresh as ever. it pre-existed, still exists, and always will exist. depend upon it, eve learned it in paradise, and was taught its beauties, virtues, and varieties by an angel, there is something so transcendent in it. --haliburton. four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection,--these are love's pretty ingredients for a kiss.--bovee. you would think, if our lips were made of horn and stuck out a foot or two from our faces, kisses at any rate would be done for. not so. no creatures kiss each other so much as the birds.--charles buxton. knowledge.--knowledge is of two kinds. we know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information upon it.--boswell. if we do not plant knowledge when young, it will give us no shade when we are old.--chesterfield. in reading authors, when you find bright passages, that strike your mind, and which, perhaps, you may have reason to think on, at another season, be not contented with the sight, but take them down in black and white; such a respect is wisely shown, as makes another's sense one's own. --byron. early knowledge is very valuable capital with which to set forth in life. it gives one an advantageous start. if the possession of knowledge has a given value at fifty, it has a much greater value at twenty-five; for there is the use of it for twenty-five of the most important years of your life; and it is worth more than a hundred per cent interest. indeed, who can estimate the interest of knowledge? its price is above rubies.--winslow. knowledge is bought only with a weary care, and wisdom means a world of pain. --joaquin miller. the knowledge which we have acquired ought not to resemble a great shop without order, and without an inventory; we ought to know what we possess, and be able to make it serve us in need.--leibnitz. knowledge is power as well as fame.--rufus choate. knowledge is leagued with the universe, and findeth a friend in all things; but ignorance is everywhere a stranger, unwelcome; ill at ease and out of place.--tupper. a persian philosopher, being asked by what method he had acquired so much knowledge, answered, "by not being prevented by shame from asking questions where i was ignorant." every human being whose mind is not debauched, will be willing to give all that he has to get knowledge.--dr. johnson. that learning which thou gettest by thy own observation and experience, is far beyond that which thou gettest by precept; as the knowledge of a traveler exceeds that which is got by reading.--thomas Ã� kempis. if you have knowledge, let others light their candles at it.--fuller. knowledge will not be acquired without pains and application. it is troublesome and deep, digging for pure waters; but when once you come to the spring, they rise up and meet you.--felton. knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; wisdom is humble that he knows no more.--cowper. all wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.--juvenal. seldom ever was any knowledge given to keep, but to impart; the grace of this rich jewel is lost in concealment.--bishop hall. there is no knowledge for which so great a price is paid as a knowledge of the world; and no one ever became an adept in it except at the expense of a hardened or a wounded heart.--lady blessington. the sure foundations of the state are laid in knowledge, not in ignorance; and every sneer at education, at culture, at book learning, which is the recorded wisdom of the experience of mankind, is the demagogue's sneer at intelligent liberty, inviting national degeneracy and ruin.--g.w. curtis. labor.--labor is one of the great elements of society,--the great substantial interest on which we all stand.--daniel webster. hard workers are usually honest. industry lifts them above temptation. --bovee. bodily labor alleviates the pains of the mind; and hence arises the happiness of the poor.--la rochefoucauld. labor disgraces no man; unfortunately, you occasionally find men who disgrace labor.--u.s. grant. if the power to do hard work is not talent, it is the best possible substitute for it.--james a. garfield. it is not work that kills men, it is worry. work is healthy, you can hardly put more upon a man than he can bear. worry is rust upon the blade. it is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction. fear secretes acids, but love and trust are sweet juices. --beecher. genius may conceive, but patient labor must consummate.--horace mann. god gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into the nest. he does not unearth the good that the earth contains, but he puts it in our way, and gives us the means of getting it ourselves. --j.g. holland. labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in heaven.--carlyle. love labor; for if thou dost not want it for food, thou mayest for physic.--william penn. next to faith in god, is faith in labor.--bovee. labor is rest--from the sorrows that greet us; rest from all petty vexations that meet us, rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill. --frances s. osgood. no man is born into the world, whose work is not born with him. --lowell. labor! all labor is noble and holy! let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy god. --frances s. osgood. language.--in the commerce of speech use only coin of gold and silver. --joubert. the language denotes the man. a coarse or refined character finds its expression naturally in a coarse or refined phraseology.--bovee. language is the picture and counterpart of thought.--mark hopkins. felicity, not fluency, of language is a merit.--whipple. laughter.--laughter is a most healthful exertion; it is one of the greatest helps to digestion with which i am acquainted.--dr. hufeland. men show their character in nothing more clearly than by what they think laughable.--goethe. a laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.--lamb. a laugh to be joyous must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness there can be no true joy.--carlyle. one good, hearty laugh is a bombshell exploding in the right place, while spleen and discontent are a gun that kicks over the man who shoots it off.--talmage. stupid people, who do not know how to laugh, are always pompous and self-conceited; that is, ungentle, uncharitable, unchristian. --thackeray. man is the only creature endowed with the power of laughter.--greville. learning.--wear your learning like your watch, in a private pocket; and do not pull it out and strike it, merely to show that you have one.--chesterfield. he who learns and makes no use of his learning, is a beast of burden, with a load of books.--saadi. a little learning is a dangerous thing; drink deep, or taste not the pierian spring: there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking largely sobers us again. --pope. the three foundations of learning: seeing much, suffering much, and studying much.--catherall. the end of learning is to know god, and out of that knowledge to love him, and to imitate him, by possessing our souls of true virtue.--milton. learning passes for wisdom among those who want both.--sir w. temple. learning makes a man fit company for himself.--young. he who has no inclination to learn more, will be very apt to think that he knows enough.--powell. it is without all controversy that learning doth make the minds of men gentle, amiable, and pliant to government; whereas ignorance makes them churlish, thwarting, and mutinous; and the evidence of time doth clear this assertion, considering that the most barbarous, rude, and unlearned times have been most subject to tumults, seditions, and changes.--lord bacon. he that wants good sense is unhappy in having learning, for he has thereby only more ways of exposing himself; and he that has sense, knows that learning is not knowledge, but rather the art of using it.--steele. to be proud of learning is the greatest ignorance.--bishop taylor. learning is better worth than house or land.--crabbe. liberality.--if you are poor, distinguish yourself by your virtues; if rich, by your good deeds.--joubert. he that defers his charity until he is dead is, if a man weighs it rightly, rather liberal of another man's goods than his own.--bacon. liberality consists rather in giving seasonably than much.--la bruyÃ�re. there is that scattereth, and yet increaseth; and there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth to poverty. --proverbs : . liberality consists less in giving profusely, than in giving judiciously.--la bruyÃ�re. the liberal soul shall be made fat; and he that watereth shall be watered also himself.--proverbs : . liberty.--the god who gave us life gave us liberty at the same time. --thomas jefferson. 'tis liberty alone that gives the flower of fleeting life, its lustre and perfume; and we are weeds without it. --cowper. the love of liberty that is not a real principle of dutiful behavior to authority is as hypocritical as the religion that is not productive of a good life.--bishop butler. liberty must be limited in order to be enjoyed.--burke. liberty is from god; liberties, from the devil.--auerbach. a day, an hour, of virtuous liberty is worth a whole eternity in bondage. --addison. if liberty with law is fire on the hearth, liberty without law is fire on the floor.--hillard. few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits. --alfred de musset. the liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government; the liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of god and of his country.--cowley. the spirit of liberty is not merely, as multitudes imagine, a jealousy of our own particular rights, but a respect for the rights of others, and an unwillingness that any man, whether high or low, should be wronged and trampled under foot.--channing. liberty, without wisdom, is license.--burke. life.--life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort.--sir humphry davy. catch, then, o catch the transient hour; improve each moment as it flies; life's a short summer--man a flower-- he dies--alas! how soon he dies! --dr. johnson. life's but a means unto an end, that end, beginning, mean, and end to all things--god. --bailey. in the midst of life we are in death.--church burial service. life in itself is neither good nor evil, it is the scene of good or evil, as you make it.--montaigne. since every man who lives is born to die, and none can boast sincere felicity, with equal mind what happens let us bear, nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. --dryden. nor love thy life nor hate; but what thou liv'st live well; how long or short permit to heaven. --milton. the days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.--psalm : . a handful of good life is worth a bushel of learning.--george herbert. life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.--charlotte bronte. that man lives twice that lives the first life well.--herrick. he most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best; and he whose heart beats the quickest lives the longest.--james martineau. life is probation: mortal man was made to solve the solemn problem--right or wrong. --john quincy adams. live virtuously, my lord, and you cannot die too soon, nor live too long.--lady rachel russell. our life contains a thousand springs, and dies if one be gone; strange that a harp of thousand strings should keep in tune so long. --dr. watts. and he that lives to live forever never fears dying.--william penn. we live in deeds, not years; in thought, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. we should count time by heart-throbs. he most lives, who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. --bailey. this is the state of man; to-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, and bears his blushing honors thick upon him: the third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; and,--when he thinks, good easy man, full surely his greatness is a ripening,--nips his root, and then he falls. --shakespeare. the end of life is to be like unto god; and the soul following god, will be like unto him; he being the beginning, middle, and end of all things.--socrates. for we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow.--job : . you and i are now nearly in middle age, and have not yet become soured and shrivelled with the wear and tear of life. let us pray to be delivered from that condition where life and nature have no fresh, sweet sensations for us.--james a. garfield. it matters not how a man dies, but how he lives.--dr. johnson. i slept and dreamed that life was beauty; i woke and found that life was duty. --ellen sturgis hooper. the truest end of life is to know the life that never ends.--william penn. let those who thoughtfully consider the brevity of life remember the length of eternity.--bishop ken. light.--we should render thanks to god for having produced this temporal light, which is the smile of heaven and joy of the world, spreading it like a cloth of gold over the face of the air and earth, and lighting it as a torch by which we might behold his works.--caussin. hail, holy light! offspring of heaven first-born.--milton. light itself is a great corrective. a thousand wrongs and abuses that are grown in darkness disappear, like owls and bats, before the light of day.--james a. garfield. i am the light of the world.--john : . no wonder that light is so frequently used by the sacred oracles as the symbol of our best blessings. of the gospel revelation one apostle says, "the night is far spent, and the day is at hand." another, under the impression of the same auspicious event, thus applied the language of ancient prophecy: "the people who sat in darkness have seen a great light; and to them which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up."--baseley. the light in the world comes principally from two sources,--the sun, and the student's lamp.--bovee. love.--love is the purification of the heart from self; it strengthens and ennobles the character, gives higher motives and a nobler aim to every action of life, and makes both man and woman strong, noble, and courageous.--miss jewsbury. we never can willingly offend where we sincerely love.--rowland hill. it is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know it has begun. a thousand heralds proclaim it to the listening air, a thousand messengers betray it to the eye. tone, act, attitude and look, the signals upon the countenance, the electric telegraph of touch,--all these betray the yielding citadel before the word itself is uttered, which, like the key surrendered, opens every avenue and gate of entrance, and renders retreat impossible.--longfellow. love and you shall be loved. all love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.--emerson. if there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.--n.p. willis. the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity, in a girl it is boldness. the two sexes have a tendency to approach, and each assumes the qualities of the other.--victor hugo. the lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. there must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.--walter scott. love is of all stimulants the most powerful. it sharpens the wits like danger, and the memory like hatred; it spurs the will like ambition; it intoxicates like wine.--a.b. edwards. let those love now who never loved before, let those that always loved now love the more. --parnell. love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and saints above; for love is heaven, and heaven is love. --scott. if thou neglectest thy love to thy neighbor, in vain thou professest thy love to god; for by thy love to god the love to thy neighbor is begotten, and by the love to thy neighbor, thy love to god is nourished.--quarles. love's like the measles--all the worse when it comes late in life. --jerrold. love is strong as death. many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.--song of solomon : - . love is the fulfilling of the law.--romans : . love's sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart knows no rhetoric of words.--bovee. a woman is more considerate in affairs of love than a man; because love is more the study and business of her life.--washington irving. love, it has been said, flows downward. the love of parents for their children has always been far more powerful than that of children for their parents; and who among the sons of men ever loved god with a thousandth part of the love which god has manifested to us?--hare. it is better to desire than to enjoy, to love than to be loved. --hazlitt. who never loved ne'er suffered; he feels nothing, who nothing feels but for himself alone. --young. love why do we one passion call, when 'tis a compound of them all? where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet, in all their equipages meet; where pleasures mix'd with pains appear, sorrow with joy, and hope with fear. --swift. nothing more excites to everything noble and generous, than virtuous love.--henry home. love, free as air, at sight of human ties, spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. --pope. but there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream. --moore. they do not love, that do not show their love. --shakespeare. love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. it serves for food and raiment.--longfellow. that you may be beloved, be amiable.--ovid. all these inconveniences are incidents to love: reproaches, jealousies, quarrels, reconcilements, war, and then peace.--terence. love seizes on us suddenly, without giving warning, and our disposition or our weakness favors the surprise; one look, one glance from the fair, fixes and determines us. friendship, on the contrary, is a long time forming; it is of slow growth, through many trials and months of familiarity.--la bruyÃ�re. love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain. --dryden. love that has nothing but beauty to keep it in good health, is short-lived.--erasmus. no cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as love can do with only a single thread.--burton. it is possible that a man can be so changed by love, that one could not recognize him to be the same person.--terence. only those who love with the heart can animate the love of others. --abel stevens. if a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn't marry her for the world, if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could by any possibility marry.--holmes. true love is humble, thereby is it known; girded for service, seeking not its own; vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise. --abraham coles. love without faith is as bad as faith without love.--beecher. man.--man is the image and glory of god: but the woman is the glory of the man.-- cor. : . do you know what a man is? are not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man?--shakespeare. a man may twist as he pleases, and do what he pleases, but he inevitably comes back to the track to which nature has destined him.--goethe. men may rise on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things. --tennyson. it is an error to suppose that a man belongs to himself. no man does. he belongs to his wife, or his children, or his relations, or to his creditors, or to society in some form or other.--g.a. sala. the record of life runs thus: man creeps into childhood,--bounds into youth,--sobers into manhood,--softens into age,--totters into second childhood, and slumbers into the cradle prepared for him,--thence to be watched and cared for.--henry giles. how poor, how rich, how abject, how august, how complicate, how wonderful, is man! --young. he is the whole encyclopædia of facts. the creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn; and egypt, greece, rome, gaul, britain, america, lie folded already in the first man.--emerson. man is an animal that cooks his victuals.--burke. man is an animal that makes bargains; no other animal does this,--one dog does not change a bone with another.--adam smith. know then thyself, presume not god to scan; the proper study of mankind is man. --pope. his life was gentle; and the elements so mix'd in him, that nature might stand up and say to all the world, "this was a man!" --shakespeare. man that is born of woman is of few days, and full of trouble. --job : . make yourself an honest man, and then you may be sure that there is one rascal less in the world.--carlyle. an individual man is a fruit which it cost all the foregoing ages to form and ripen. he is strong, not to do, but to live; not in his arms, but in his heart; not as an agent, but as a fact.--emerson. what a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god!--shakespeare. there are but three classes of men, the retrograde, the stationary, and the progressive.--lavater. before man made us citizens, great nature made us men.--lowell. manners.--evil communications corrupt good manners.-- cor. : . the person who screams, or uses the superlative degree, or converses with heat puts whole drawing-rooms to flight. if you wish to be loved, love measure.--emerson. good manners is the art of making those people easy with whom we converse.--swift. i really think next to the consciousness of doing a good action, that of doing a civil one is the most pleasing; and the epithet which i should covet the most next to that of aristides, would be that of well-bred.--chesterfield. a man's worth is estimated in this world according to his conduct. --la bruyÃ�re. there is certainly something of exquisite kindness and thoughtful benevolence in that rarest of gifts,--fine breeding.--lytton. in the society of ladies, want of sense is not so unpardonable as want of manners.--lavater. good manners are a part of good morals.--whatley. one principal part of good breeding is to suit our behavior to the three several degrees of men: our superiors, our equals, and those below us.--swift. as a man's salutations, so is the total of his character; in nothing do we lay ourselves so open as in our manner of meeting and salutation.--lavater. grace is to the body what good sense is to the mind.--la rochefoucauld. manners are the happy ways of doing things; each one a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage, they form at last a rich varnish, with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned. if they are superficial, so are the dew-drops which give such a depth to the morning meadows.--emerson. manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase, barbarize or refine, by a constant, steady, uniform, insensible operation, like that of the air we breathe in. they give their whole form and colors to our lives. according to their quality they aid morals, they supply them, or they totally destroy them.--burke. good breeding is the result of much good sense, some good nature, and a little self-denial for the sake of others, and with a view to obtain the same indulgence from them.--chesterfield. to be good and disagreeable is high treason against the royalty of virtue.--hannah more. a man's own good breeding is the best security against other people's ill manners.--chesterfield. the distinguishing trait of people accustomed to good society is a calm, imperturbable quiet which pervades all their actions and habits, from the greatest to the least. they eat in quiet, move in quiet, live in quiet, and lose their wife, or even their money, in quiet; while low persons cannot take up either a spoon or an affront without making such an amazing noise about it.--lytton. marriage.--save the love we pay to heaven, there is none purer, holier, than that a virtuous woman feels for him she would cleave through life to. sisters part from sisters, brothers from brothers, children from their parents, but such woman from the husband of her choice, never!--sheridan knowles. i chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.--goldsmith. a married man falling into misfortune is more apt to retrieve his situation in the world than a single one, chiefly because his spirits are soothed and retrieved by domestic endearments, and his self-respect kept alive by finding that although all abroad be darkness and humiliation, yet there is a little world of love at home over which he is a monarch.--jeremy taylor. a man may be cheerful and contented in celibacy, but i do not think he can ever be happy; it is an unnatural state, and the best feelings of his nature are never called into action.--southey. it is not good that the man should be alone.--genesis : . the most unhappy circumstance of all is, when each party is always laying up fuel for dissension, and gathering together a magazine of provocations to exasperate each other with when they are out of humor.--steele. when thou choosest a wife, think not only of thyself, but of those god may give thee of her, that they reproach thee not for their being. --tupper. an obedient wife commands her husband.--tennyson. no man can either live piously or die righteous without a wife. --richter. two persons who have chosen each other out of all the species with a design to be each other's mutual comfort and entertainment have, in that action, bound themselves to be good-humored, affable, discreet, forgiving, patient, and joyful, with respect to each other's frailties and perfections, to the end of their lives.--addison. man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.--aaron hill. a man of sense and education should meet a suitable companion in a wife. it is a miserable thing when the conversation can only be such as whether the mutton should be boiled or roasted, and probably a dispute about that.--dr. johnson. go down the ladder when thou marriest a wife; go up when thou choosest a friend.--rabbi ben azai. were a man not to marry a second time, it might be concluded that his first wife had given him a disgust for marriage; but by taking a second wife he pays the highest compliment to the first by showing that she made him so happy as a married man that he wishes to be so a second time.--dr. johnson. though fools spurn hymen's gentle pow'rs, we who improve his golden hours, by sweet experience know, that marriage, rightly understood, gives to the tender and the good a paradise below. --cotton. as a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor. --shakespeare. god the best maker of all marriages.--shakespeare. a light wife doth make a heavy husband. the following "marriage" maxims are worthy of more than a hasty reading. husbands should not pass them by, for they are designed for wives; and wives should not despise them, for they are addressed to husbands:-- . the very nearest approach to domestic happiness on earth is in the cultivation on both sides of absolute unselfishness. . never both be angry at once. . never talk at one another, either alone or in company. . never speak loud to one another unless the house is on fire. . let each one strive to yield oftenest to the wishes of the other. . let self-denial be the daily aim and practice of each. . never find fault unless it is perfectly certain that a fault has been committed, and always speak lovingly. . never taunt with a past mistake. . neglect the whole world besides rather than one another. . never allow a request to be repeated. . never make a remark at the expense of each other,--it is a meanness. . never part for a day without loving words to think of during absence. . never meet without a loving welcome. . never let the sun go down upon any anger or grievance. . never let any fault you have committed go by until you have frankly confessed it and asked forgiveness. . never forget the happy hours of early love. . never sigh over what might have been, but make the best of what is. . never forget that marriage is ordained of god, and that his blessing alone can make it what it should ever be. . never be contented till you know you are both walking in the narrow way. . never let your hopes stop short of the eternal home. --cottager and artisan. mothers who force their daughters into interested marriage, are worse than the ammonites who sacrificed their children to moloch--the latter undergoing a speedy death, the former suffering years of torture, but too frequently leading to the same result.--lord rochester. let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive in offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden, in our share of woe. --milton. the world well tried, the sweetest thing in life is the unclouded welcome of a wife. --willis. a wife is a gift bestowed upon a man to reconcile him to the loss of paradise.--goethe. heaven will be no heaven to me if i do not meet my wife there.--andrew jackson. if you wish to ruin yourself, marry a rich wife.--michelet. marriage is the strictest tie of perpetual friendship, and there can be no friendship without confidence, and no confidence without integrity; and he must expect to be wretched, who pays to beauty, riches, or politeness that regard which only virtue and piety can claim.--dr. johnson. when i said i would die a bachelor, i did not think i should live till i were married.--shakespeare. the good wife is none of our dainty dames, who love to appear in a variety of suits every day new; as if a good gown, like a stratagem in war, were to be used but once. but our good wife sets up a sail according to the keel of her husband's estate; and if of high parentage, she doth not so remember what she was by birth, that she forgets what she is by match.--fuller. of earthly goods the best, is a good wife.--simonides. take the daughter of a good mother.--fuller. jars concealed are half reconciled; 'tis a double task, to stop the breach at home and men's mouths abroad. to this end, a good husband never publicly reproves his wife. an open reproof puts her to do penance before all that are present; after which, many study rather revenge than reformation.--fuller. every effort is made in forming matrimonial alliances to reconcile matters relating to fortune, but very little is paid to the congeniality of dispositions, or to the accordance of hearts.--massillon. a good wife is heaven's last best gift to man; his angel and minister of graces innumerable; his gem of many virtues; his casket of jewels; her voice his sweet music; her smiles his brightest day; her kiss the guardian of his innocence; her arms the pale of his safety, the balm of his health, the balsam of his life; her industry, his surest wealth; her economy, his safest steward; her lips, his faithful counselors; her bosom, the softest pillow of his cares; and her prayers, the ablest advocates of heaven's blessings on his head.--jeremy taylor. a married man has many cares, but a bachelor no pleasures.--dr. johnson. meditation.--meditation is the soul's perspective glass, whereby, in her long removes, she discerneth god, as if he were near at hand. --feltham. meditation is the life of the soul; action is the soul of meditation; honor is the reward of action; so meditate, that thou mayst do; so do, that thou mayst purchase honor; for which purchase, give god the glory. --quarles. melancholy.--i once gave a lady two-and-twenty receipts against melancholy: one was a bright fire; another, to remember all the pleasant things said to her; another, to keep a box of sugar-plums on the chimney-piece and a kettle simmering on the hob. i thought this mere trifling at the moment, but have in after life discovered how true it is that these little pleasures often banish melancholy better than higher and more exalted objects; and that no means ought to be thought too trifling which can oppose it either in ourselves or in others.--sydney smith. melancholy sees the worst of things,--things as they may be, and not as they are. it looks upon a beautiful face, and sees but a grinning skull.--bovee. there are some people who think that they should be always mourning, that they should put a continual constraint upon themselves, and feel a disgust for those amusements to which they are obliged to submit. for my own part, i confess that i know not how to conform myself to these rigid notions. i prefer something more simple, which i also think would be more pleasing to god.--fÃ�nelon. mercy.--let us be merciful as well as just.--longfellow. consider this,-- that, in the course of justice, none of us should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy. --shakespeare. among the attributes of god, although they are all equal, mercy shines with even more brilliancy than justice.--cervantes. god's mercy is a holy mercy, which knows how to pardon sin, not to protect it; it is a sanctuary for the penitent, not for the presumptuous.--bishop reynolds. it is enthroned in the heart of kings, it is an attribute to god himself; and earthly power doth then show likest god's when mercy seasons justice. --shakespeare. there is no better rule to try a doctrine by than the question, is it merciful, or is it unmerciful? if its character is that of mercy, it has the image of jesus, who is the way, the truth, and the life. --hosea ballou. the quality of mercy is not strain'd; it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; it blesseth him that gives, and him that takes; 'tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes the throned monarch better than his crown. --shakespeare. lenity will operate with greater force, in some instances, than rigor. it is therefore my first wish to have my whole conduct distinguished by it.--washington. teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault i see; that mercy i to others show, that mercy show to me. --pope. underneath the wings of the seraphim are stretched the arms of the divine mercy, ever ready to receive sinners.--the talmud. sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.--shakespeare. merit.--there is merit without elevation, but there is no elevation without some merit.--la rochefoucauld. distinguished merit will ever rise to oppression, and will draw lustre from reproach. the vapors which gather round the rising sun, and follow him in his course, seldom fail at the close of it to form a magnificent theatre for his reception, and to invest with variegated tints and with a softened effulgence the luminary which they cannot hide.--robert hall. on their own merits modest men are dumb.--george colman. the art of being able to make a good use of moderate abilities wins esteem and often confers more reputation than real merit.--la bruyÃ�re. the mark of extraordinary merit is to see those most envious of it constrained to praise.--la rochefoucauld. method.--method is essential, and enables a larger amount of work to be got through with satisfaction. "method," said cecil (afterward lord burleigh), "is like packing things in a box; a good packer will get in half as much again as a bad one." cecil's despatch of business was extraordinary; his maxim being, "the shortest way to do many things is to do only one thing at once."--samuel smiles. mind.--our minds are like certain vehicles,--when they have little to carry they make much noise about it, but when heavily loaded they run quietly.--elihu burritt. we ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.--pope. it is the mind that makes the body rich.--shakespeare. a weak mind is like a microscope, which magnifies trifling things, but cannot receive great ones.--chesterfield. were i so tall to reach the pole, or grasp the ocean with my span, i must be measur'd by my soul: the mind's the standard of the man. --dr. watts. the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. --milton. the blessing of an active mind, when it is in a good condition, is, that it not only employs itself, but is almost sure to be the means of giving wholesome employment to others. he that has treasures of his own may leave the cottage or the throne, may quit the globe, and dwell alone within his spacious mind. --dr. watts. the mind grows narrow in proportion as the soul grows corrupt.--rousseau. every great mind seeks to labor for eternity. all men are captivated by immediate advantages; great minds alone are excited by the prospect of distant good.--schiller. mind unemployed is mind unenjoyed.--bovee. as the mind must govern the hands, so in every society the man of intelligence must direct the man of labor.--dr. johnson. as the soil, however rich it may be, cannot be productive without culture, so the mind without cultivation can never produce good fruit.--seneca. few minds wear out; more rust out.--bovee. there is nothing so elastic as the human mind. like imprisoned steam, the more it is pressed the more it rises to resist the pressure. the more we are obliged to do, the more we are able to accomplish. --t. edwards. minds of moderate calibre ordinarily condemn everything which is beyond their range.--la rochefoucauld. guard well thy thoughts: our thoughts are heard in heaven.--young. it is the mind that maketh good or ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor. --spenser. he that has no resources of mind, is more to be pitied than he who is in want of necessaries for the body; and to be obliged to beg our daily happiness from others, bespeaks a more lamentable poverty than that of him who begs his daily bread.--colton. a good mind possesses a kingdom. mirth.--harmless mirth is the best cordial against the consumption of the spirit; wherefore jesting is not unlawful, if it trespasseth not in quantity, quality, or season.--fuller. mirthfulness is in the mind, and you cannot get it out. it is the blessed spirit that god has set in the mind to dust it, to enliven its dark places, and to drive asceticism, like a foul fiend, out at the back door. it is just as good, in its place, as conscience or veneration. praying can no more be made a substitute for smiling than smiling can for praying.--beecher. care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; and ev'ry grin so merry draws one out. --peter pindar. there is nothing like fun, is there? i haven't any myself, but i do like it in others. o, we need it! we need all the counterweights we can muster to balance the sad relations of life. god has made many sunny spots in the heart; why should we exclude the light from them?--haliburton. i love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another next morning.--izaak walton. mirth is god's medicine. everybody ought to bathe in it. grim care, moroseness, anxiety,--all this rust of life, ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. it is better than emery. every man ought to rub himself with it. a man without mirth is like a wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it runs.--beecher. misfortune.--the diamond of character is revealed by the concussion of misfortune, as the splendor of the precious jewel of the mine is developed by the blows of the lapidary.--f.a. durivage. a soul exasperated in ills, falls out with everything, its friend, itself. --addison. we have all of us sufficient fortitude to bear the misfortunes of others.--la rochefoucauld. the good man, even though overwhelmed by misfortune, loses never his inborn greatness of soul. camphor-wood burnt in the fire becomes all the more fragrant.--sataka. who hath not known ill-fortune, never knew himself, or his own virtue. --mallet. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above it.--washington irving. misfortunes are, in morals, what bitters are in medicine: each is at first disagreeable; but as the bitters act as corroborants to the stomach, so adversity chastens and ameliorates the disposition.--from the french. when one is past, another care we have; thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. --herrick. the greatest misfortune of all is not to be able to bear misfortune. --bias. i believe, indeed, that it is more laudable to suffer great misfortunes than to do great things.--stanislaus. our bravest lessons are not learned through success, but misadventure. --alcott. the less we parade our misfortunes the more sympathy we command. --orville dewey. it is a celebrated thought of socrates, that if all the misfortunes of mankind were cast into a public stock, in order to be equally distributed among the whole species, those who now think themselves the most unhappy would prefer the share they are already possessed of, before that which would fall to them by such a division.--addison. we should learn, by reflecting on the misfortunes which have attended others, that there is nothing singular in those which befall ourselves. --melmoth. most of our misfortunes are more supportable than the comments of our friends upon them.--colton. mob.--the mob has nothing to lose, everything to gain.--goethe. the mob have neither judgment nor principle,--ready to bawl at night for the reverse of what they desired in the morning.--tacitus. the scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.--dryden. the mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip, and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you.--jane porter. inconstant, blind, deserting friends at need, and duped by foes; loud and seditious, when a chief inspired their headlong fury, but, of him deprived, already slaves that lick'd the scourging hand. --thomson. let there be an entire abstinence from intoxicating drinks throughout this country during the period of a single generation, and a mob would be as impossible as combustion without oxygen.--horace mann. moderation.--unlimited activity, of whatever kind, must end in bankruptcy.--goethe. a thing moderately good is not so good as it ought to be. moderation in temper is always a virtue; but moderation in principle is always a vice.--thomas paine. the boundary of man is moderation. when once we pass that pale our guardian angel quits his charge of us.--feltham. moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.--bishop hall. the superior man wishes to be slow in his words and earnest in his conduct.--confucius. moderation resembles temperance. we are not unwilling to eat more, but are afraid of doing ourselves harm.--la rochefoucauld. to go beyond the bounds of moderation is to outrage humanity. the greatness of the human soul is shown by knowing how to keep within proper bounds. so far from greatness consisting in going beyond its limits, it really consists in keeping within it.--pascal. modesty.--a modest person seldom fails to gain the goodwill of those he converses with, because nobody envies a man who does not appear to be pleased with himself.--steele. modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.--goldsmith. true modesty avoids everything that is criminal; false modesty everything that is unfashionable.--addison. you little know what you have done, when you have first broke the bounds of modesty; you have set open the door of your fancy to the devil, so that he can, almost at his pleasure ever after, represent the same sinful pleasure to you anew.--baxter. modesty once extinguished knows not how to return.--seneca. modesty never rages, never murmurs, never pouts when it is ill-treated. --steele. a just and reasonable modesty does not only recommend eloquence, but sets off every great talent which a man can be possessed of; it heightens all the virtues which it accompanies; like the shades in paintings, it raises and rounds every figure, and makes the colors more beautiful, though not so glaring as they would be without. --addison. the first of all virtues is innocence; the next is modesty. if we banish modesty out of the world, she carries away with her half the virtue that is in it.--addison. the mark of the man of the world is absence of pretension. he does not make a speech; he takes a low business tone, avoids all brag, is nobody, dresses plainly, promises not at all, performs much, speaks in monosyllables, hugs his fact. he calls his employment by its lowest name, and so takes from evil tongues their sharpest weapon.--emerson. god intended for women two preventatives against sin, modesty and remorse; in confession to a mortal priest the former is removed by his absolution, the latter is taken away.--miranda of piedmont. money.--the love of money is the root of all evil.-- timothy : . but for money and the need of it, there would not be half the friendship in the world. it is powerful for good if divinely used. give it plenty of air, and it is sweet as the hawthorn; shut it up, and it cankers and breeds worms.--george macdonald. make all you can, save all you can, give all you can.--wesley. what a dignity it gives an old lady, that balance at the bankers! how tenderly we look at her faults if she is a relative; what a kind, good-natured old creature we find her!--thackeray. money never made a man happy yet, nor will it. there is nothing in its nature to produce happiness. the more a man has, the more he wants. instead of its filling a vacuum, it makes one. if it satisfies one want, it doubles and trebles that want another way. that was a true proverb of the wise man, rely upon it: "better is little with the fear of the lord, than great treasure, and trouble therewith."--franklin. a wise man should have money in his head, but not in his heart.--swift. we must learn that competence is better than extravagance, that worth is better than wealth, that the golden calf we have worshiped has no more brains than that one of old which the hebrews worshiped. so beware of money and of money's worth as the supreme passion of the mind. beware of the craving for enormous acquisition.--bartol. money is a good servant, but a dangerous master.--bouhours. by doing good with his money, a man as it were stamps the image of god upon it, and makes it pass current for the merchandise of heaven. --rutledge. to cure us of our immoderate love of gain, we should seriously consider how many goods there are that money will not purchase, and these the best; and how many evils there are that money will not remedy, and these the worst.--colton. the deepest depth of vulgarism is that of setting up money as the ark of the covenant.--carlyle. morality.--in cases of doubtful morality, it is usual to say, is there any harm in doing this? this question may sometimes be best answered by asking ourselves another: is there any harm in letting it alone? --colton. to give a man a full knowledge of true morality, i would send him to no other book than the new testament.--locke. let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion. reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle.--washington. ten men have failed from defect in morals where one has failed from defect in intellect.--horace mann. socrates taught that true felicity is not to be derived from external possessions, but from wisdom, which consists in the knowledge and practice of virtue; that the cultivation of virtuous manners is necessarily attended with pleasure as well as profit; that the honest man alone is happy; and that it is absurd to attempt to separate things which are in nature so closely united as virtue and interest. --enfield. the moral law is written on the tablets of eternity. for every false word or unrighteous deed, for cruelty and oppression, for lust or vanity, the price has to be paid at last.--froude. morality without religion, is only a kind of dead reckoning,--an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have to run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies. --longfellow. the system of morality which socrates made it the business of his life to teach was raised upon the firm basis of religion. the first principles of virtuous conduct which are common to all mankind are, according to this excellent moralist, laws of god; and the conclusive argument by which he supports this opinion is, that no man departs from these principles with impunity.--enfield. all sects are different, because they come from men; morality is everywhere the same, because it comes from god.--voltaire. mother.--the mother in her office holds the key of the soul.--old play. there is a sight all hearts beguiling-- a youthful mother to her infant smiling, who with spread arms and dancing feet, a cooing voice, returns its answer sweet. --baillie. "what is wanting," said napoleon one day to madame campan, "in order that the youth of france be well educated?" "good mothers," was the reply. the emperor was most forcibly struck with this answer. "here," said he, "is a system in one word."--abbott. a mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive. --coleridge. a father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. but a mother's love endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world's condemnation, a mother still loves on, and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways, and repent; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture, the merry laugh, the joyful shout of his childhood, the opening promise of his youth; and she can never be brought to think him all unworthy.--washington irving. if there be aught surpassing human deed or word or thought, it is a mother's love!--marchioness de spadara. i think it must somewhere be written, that the virtues of mothers shall, occasionally, be visited on their children, as well as the sins of fathers.--dickens. unhappy is the man for whom his own mother has not made all other mothers venerable.--richter. the instruction received at the mother's knee, and the paternal lessons, together with the pious and sweet souvenirs of the fireside, are never effaced entirely from the soul.--lamennais. one good mother is worth a hundred schoolmasters.--george herbert. "an ounce of mother," says the spanish proverb, "is worth a pound of clergy."--t.w. higginson. youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; a mother's secret hope outlives them all. --holmes. a mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his cheek, or silvered his brow, who can yet recall, with a softened heart, the fond devotion or the gentle chidings of the best friend that god ever gives us.--bovee. all that i am, my mother made me.--j.q. adams. mourning.--he mourns the dead who lives as they desire.--young. of permanent mourning there is none; no cloud remains fixed. the sun will shine to-morrow.--richter. excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.--xenophon. the true way to mourn the dead is to take care of the living who belong to them.--burke. no longer mourn for me when i am dead, than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that i am fled. --shakespeare. music.--music is the medicine of an afflicted mind, a sweet sad measure is the balm of a wounded spirit; and joy is heightened by exultant strains.--henry giles. sweet music! sacred tongue of god.--charles g. leland. music is the fourth great material want of our natures,--first food, then raiment, then shelter, then music.--bovee. when griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind oppress, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress. --shakespeare. some of the fathers went so far as to esteem the love of music a sign of predestination; as a thing divine, and reserved for the felicities of heaven itself.--sir w. temple. i think sometimes could i only have music on my own terms; could i live in a great city, and know where i could go whenever i wished the ablution and inundation of musical waves, that were a bath and a medicine.--emerson. music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. --congreve. there's music in the sighing of a reed; there's music in the gushing of a rill; there's music in all things, if men had ears. --byron. the man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. --shakespeare. o, pleasant is the welcome kiss when day's dull round is o'er; and sweet the music of the step that meets us at the door. --j.r. drake. not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, are half so sweet as tender human words. --barry cornwall. is there a heart that music cannot melt? alas! how is that rugged heart forlorn. --beattie. music cleanses the understanding, inspires it, and lifts it into a realm which it would not reach if it were left to itself.--henry ward beecher. music is a discipline, and a mistress of order and good manners; she makes the people milder and gentler, more moral and more reasonable. --luther. amongst the instrumentalities of love and peace, surely there can be no sweeter, softer, more effective voice than that of gentle, peace-breathing music.--elihu burritt. explain it as we may, a martial strain will urge a man into the front rank of battle sooner than an argument, and a fine anthem excite his devotion more certainly than a logical discourse.--tuckerman. music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.--beethoven. music is the child of prayer, the companion of religion.--chateaubriand. had i children, my utmost endeavors would be to make them musicians. --horace walpole. next to theology i give to music the highest place and honor. and we see how david and all the saints have wrought their godly thoughts into verse, rhyme, and song.--luther. nature.--nature does not capriciously scatter her secrets as golden gifts to lazy pets and luxurious darlings, but imposes tasks when she presents opportunities, and uplifts him whom she would inform. the apple that she drops at the feet of newton is but a coy invitation to follow her to the stars.--whipple. everything made by man may be destroyed by man; there are no ineffaceable characters except those engraved by nature; and nature makes neither princes nor rich men nor great lords.--rousseau. it were happy if we studied nature more in natural things; and acted according to nature, whose rules are few, plain, and most reasonable. let us begin where she begins, go her pace, and close always where she ends, and we cannot miss of being good naturalists.--william penn. o lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches.--psalm : . the laws of nature are just, but terrible. there is no weak mercy in them. cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. the elements have no forbearance. the fire burns, the water drowns, the air consumes, the earth buries. and perhaps it would be well for our race if the punishment of crimes against the laws of man were as inevitable as the punishment of crimes against the laws of nature,--were man as unerring in his judgments as nature.--longfellow. surely there is something in the unruffled calm of nature that overawes our little anxieties and doubts; the sight of the deep-blue sky and the clustering stars above seems to impart a quiet to the mind.--t. edwards. nature never did betray the heart that loved her. --wordsworth. the works of nature and the works of revelation display religion to mankind in characters so large and visible, that those who are not quite blind may in them see and read the first principles and most necessary parts of it, and from thence penetrate into those infinite depths filled with the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.--locke. all are but parts of one stupendous whole, whose body nature is, and god the soul. --pope. it is a great mortification to the vanity of man that his utmost art and industry can never equal the meanest of nature's productions, either for beauty or value.--hume. read nature; nature is a friend to truth; nature is christian, preaches to mankind; and bids dead matter aid us in our creed. --young. lavish thousands of dollars on your baby clothes, and after all the child is prettiest when every garment is laid aside. that becoming nakedness, at least, may adorn the chubby darling of the poorest home.--t.w. higginson. our old mother nature has pleasant and cheery tones enough for us when she comes in her dress of blue and gold over the eastern hill-tops; but when she follows us upstairs to our beds in her suit of black velvet and diamonds, every creak of her sandals and every whisper of her lips is full of mystery and fear.--holmes. nature ever faithful is to such as trust her faithfulness. --emerson. what profusion is there in his work! when trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole bosom full of gems; and of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. what unnumbered cathedrals has he reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore by tremulous music; and in the heavens above, how do stars seem to have flown out of his hand faster than sparks out of a mighty forge! --beecher. nature is god's old testament.--theodore parker. to him who in the love of nature holds communion with her visible forms, she speaks a various language; for his gayer hours she has a voice of gladness, and a smile and eloquence of beauty, and she glides into his darker musings, with a mild and healing sympathy, that steals away their sharpness, ere he is aware. --bryant. nature and wisdom never are at strife.--juvenal. those who devote themselves to the peaceful study of nature have but little temptation to launch out upon the tempestuous sea of ambition; they will scarcely be hurried away by the more violent or cruel passions, the ordinary failings of those ardent persons who do not control their conduct; but, pure as the objects of their researches, they will feel for everything about them the same benevolence which they see nature display toward all her productions.--cuvier. "behold the lilies of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin, yet your heavenly father careth for them." he expatiates on a single flower, and draws from it the delightful argument of confidence in god. he gives us to see that taste may be combined with piety, and that the same heart may be occupied with all that is serious in the contemplations of religion, and be at the same time alive to the charms and the loveliness of nature.--dr. chalmers. who loves not the shady trees, the smell of flowers, the sound of brooks, the song of birds, and the hum of bees, murmuring in green and fragrant nooks, the voice of children in the spring, along the field-paths wandering? --t. millar. you will find something far greater in the woods than you will find in books. stones and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.--st. bernard. nobility.--he who is lord of himself, and exists upon his own resources, is a noble but a rare being.--sir e. brydges. if a man be endued with a generous mind, this is the best kind of nobility.--plato. a noble life crowned with heroic death, rises above and outlives the pride and pomp and glory of the mightiest empire of the earth.--james a. garfield. nature makes all the noblemen; wealth, education, or pedigree never made one yet.--h.w. shaw. be noble! and the nobleness that lives in other men, sleeping, but never dead, will rise in majesty to meet thine own. --lowell. howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'tis only noble to be good. --tennyson. obedience.--the virtue of paganism was strength; the virtue of christianity is obedience.--hare. to obey is better than sacrifice.-- samuel : . look carefully that love to god and obedience to his commands be the principle and spring from whence thy actions flow; and that the glory of god and the salvation of thy soul be the end to which all thy actions tend; and that the word of god be thy rule and guide in every enterprise and undertaking. "as many as walk by this rule, peace be unto them, and mercy."--burkitt. obedience is not truly performed by the body of him whose heart is dissatisfied. the shell without a kernel is not fit for store.--saadi. he praiseth god best that serveth and obeyeth him most: the life of thankfulness consists in the thankfulness of the life.--burkitt. no principle is more noble, as there is none more holy, than that of a true obedience.--henry giles. "his kingdom come!" for this we pray in vain, unless he does in our affections reign. how fond it were to wish for such a king, and no obedience to his sceptre bring, whose yoke is easy, and his burthen light; his service freedom, and his judgments right. --waller. obedience, we may remember, is a part of religion, and therefore an element of peace; but love which includes obedience is the whole.--george sewell. the virtue of christianity is obedience.--j.c. hare. prepare thy soul calmly to obey; such offering will be more acceptable to god than every other sacrifice.--metastasio. obstinacy.--obstinacy is ever most positive when it is most in the wrong.--madame necker. people first abandon reason, and then become obstinate; and the deeper they are in error the more angry they are.--blair. an obstinate man does not hold opinions, but they hold him.--pope. most other passions have their periods of fatigue and rest, their suffering and their cure; but obstinacy has no resource, and the first wound is mortal.--thomas paine. narrowness of mind is often the cause of obstinacy; we do not easily believe beyond what we see.--la rochefoucauld. obstinacy and vehemency in opinion are the surest proofs of stupidity.--barton. occupation.--cheerfulness is the daughter of employment; and i have known a man come home in high spirits from a funeral, merely because he has had the management of it.--dr. horne. employment, which galen calls "nature's physician," is so essential to human happiness that indolence is justly considered as the mother of misery.--burton. occupation alone is happiness.--dr. johnson. it is observed at sea that men are never so much disposed to grumble and mutiny as when least employed. hence an old captain, when there was nothing else to do, would issue the order to "scour the anchor." --samuel smiles. the great happiness of life, i find, after all, to consist in the regular discharge of some mechanical duty.--schiller. the crowning fortune of a man is to be born to some pursuit which finds him employment and happiness, whether it be to make baskets, or broadswords, or canals, or statues, or songs.--emerson. blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. he has a work, a life purpose. labor is life.--carlyle. one only "right" we have to assert in common with mankind--and that is as much in our hands as theirs--is the right of having something to do.--miss mulock. opinion.--opinions should be formed with great caution, and changed with greater.--h.w. shaw. do not think of knocking out another person's brains because he differs in opinion from you. it would be as rational to knock yourself on the head because you differ from yourself ten years ago.--horace mann. he who has no opinion of his own, but depends upon the opinion and taste of others, is a slave.--klopstock. to maintain an opinion because it is thine, and not because it is true, is to prefer thyself above the truth.--venning. we should always keep a corner of our heads open and free, that we may make room for the opinions of our friends. let us have heart and head hospitality.--joubert. no liberal man would impute a charge of unsteadiness to another for having changed his opinion.--cicero. who observes not that the voice of the people, yea of that people that voiced themselves the people of god, did prosecute the god of all people, with one common voice, "he is worthy to die." i will not, therefore, ambitiously beg their voices for my preferment; nor weigh my worth in that uneven balance, in which a feather of opinion shall be moment enough to turn the scales and make a light piece go current, and a current piece seem light.--arthur warwick. it is not only arrogant, but it is profligate, for a man to disregard the world's opinion of himself.--cicero. in the minds of most men, the kingdom of opinion is divided into three territories,--the territory of yes, the territory of no, and a broad, unexplored middle ground of doubt.--james a. garfield. the foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.--lowell. public opinion, though often formed upon a wrong basis, yet generally has a strong underlying sense of justice.--abraham lincoln. opportunity.--opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.--bayard taylor. many do with opportunities as children do at the seashore; they fill their little hands with sand, and then let the grains fall through, one by one, till all are gone.--rev. t. jones. do not wait for extraordinary circumstances to do good actions; try to use ordinary situations.--richter. the best men are not those who have waited for chances, but who have taken them,--besieged the chance, conquered the chance, and made the chance their servitor.--chapin. there is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows, and in miseries: and we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures. --shakespeare. the opportunity to do mischief is found a hundred times a day, and that of doing good once a year.--voltaire. there is an hour in each man's life appointed to make his happiness, if then he seize it.--beaumont and fletcher. there is no man whom fortune does not visit once in his life; but when she does not find him ready to receive her, she walks in at the door and flies out at the window.--cardinal imperiali. nothing is so often irrevocably neglected as an opportunity of daily occurrence.--marie ebner-eschenbach. give me a chance, says stupid, and i will show you. ten to one he has had his chance already, and neglected it.--haliburton. that policy that can strike only while the iron is hot will be overcome by that perseverance which, like cromwell's, can make the iron hot by striking; and he that can only rule the storm must yield to him who can both raise and rule it.--colton. opportunity has hair in front; behind she is bald. if you seize her by the forelock, you may hold her; but if suffered to escape, not jupiter himself can catch her again.--seneca. opposition.--the effects of opposition are wonderful. there are men who rise refreshed on hearing of a threat; men to whom a crisis which intimidates and paralyzes the majority--demanding, not the faculties of prudence and thrift, but comprehension, immovableness, the readiness of sacrifice,--comes graceful and beloved as a bride. --emerson. he that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. our antagonist is our helper.--burke. a certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. kites rise against and not with the wind. even a head wind is better than none. no man ever worked his passage anywhere in a dead calm. let no man wax pale, therefore, because of opposition.--john neal. it is not ease, but effort,--not facility, but difficulty, that makes men. there is, perhaps, no station in life in which difficulties have not to be encountered and overcome before any decided measure of success can be achieved.--samuel smiles. to make a young couple love each other, it is only necessary to oppose and separate them.--goethe. order.--order is heaven's first law.--pope. order is to arrangement what the soul is to the body, and what mind is to matter.--joubert. order is the sanity of the mind, the health of the body, the peace of the city, the security of the state. as the beams to a house, as the bones to the microcosm of man, so is order to all things.--southey. the heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, observe degree, priority, and place, insisture, course, proportion, season, form, office, and custom, in all line of order. --shakespeare. fretfulness of temper will generally characterize those who are negligent of order.--blair. let all things be done decently and in order.-- corinthians : . paradise.--every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his eden.--longfellow. gentleness and kindness will make our homes a paradise upon earth. --bartol. parents.--the sacred books of the ancient persians say: "if you would be holy instruct your children, because all the good acts they perform will be imputed to you."--montesquieu. of all hardness of heart there is none so inexcusable as that of parents toward their children. an obstinate, inflexible, unforgiving temper is odious upon all occasions; but here it is unnatural.--addison. children, honor your parents in your hearts; bear them not only awe and respect, but kindness and affection: love their persons, fear to do anything that may justly provoke them; highly esteem them as the instruments under god of your being: for "ye shall fear every man his mother and his father."--jeremy taylor. next to god, thy parents.--william penn. whoever makes his father's heart to bleed, shall have a child that will revenge the deed. --randolph. how pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. it is like the aged man reclining under the shadow of the oak which he has planted.--scot's magazine. with joy the parent loves to trace resemblance in his children's face: and, as he forms their docile youth to walk the steady paths of truth, observes them shooting into men, and lives in them life o'er again. --lloyd. honor thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the lord thy god giveth thee.--exodus : . passion.--the passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.--dr. watts. strong as our passions are, they may be starved into submission, and conquered without being killed.--colton. the ruling passion, be it what it will, the ruling passion conquers reason still. --pope. men spend their lives in the service of their passions, instead of employing their passions in the service of their lives.--steele. the art of governing the passions is more useful, and more important, than many things in the search and pursuit of which we spend our days. without this art, riches and health, and skill and knowledge, will give us little satisfaction; and whatsoever else we be, we can be neither happy, nor wise, nor good.--jortin. hold not conference, debate, or reasoning with any lust; 'tis but a preparatory for thy admission of it. the way is at the very first flatly to deny it.--fuller. in the human breast two master-passions cannot coexist.--campbell. the passions act as winds to propel our vessel, our reason is the pilot that steers her; without the winds she would not move, without the pilot she would be lost.--from the french. even virtue itself, all perfect as it is, requires to be inspirited by passion; for duties are but coldly performed which are but philosophically fulfilled.--mrs. jameson. our headstrong passions shut the door of our souls against god. --confucius. men will always act according to their passions. therefore the best government is that which inspires the nobler passions and destroys the meaner.--jacobi. the passions should be purged; all may become innocent if they are well directed and moderated. even hatred maybe a commendable feeling when it is caused by a lively love of good. whatever makes the passions pure, makes them stronger, more durable, and more enjoyable. --joubert. the most common-place people become highly imaginative when they are in a passion. whole dramas of insult, injury, and wrong pass before their minds,--efforts of creative genius, for there is sometimes not a fact to go upon.--helps. as rivers, when they overflow, drown those grounds, and ruin those husbandmen, which, whilst they flowed calmly betwixt their banks, they fertilized and enriched; so our passions, when they grow exorbitant and unruly, destroy those virtues, to which they may be very serviceable whilst they keep within their bounds.--boyle. passion costs too much to bestow it upon every trifle.--rev. thomas adam. words may be counterfeit, false coined, and current only from the tongue, without the mind; but passion is in the soul, and always speaks the heart.--southern. a genuine passion is like a mountain stream; it admits of no impediment; it cannot go backward; it must go forward.--bovee. passion is the drunkenness of the mind.--south. exalted souls have passions in proportion violent, resistless, and tormenting; they're a tax imposed by nature on pre-eminence, and fortitude and wisdom must support them. --lillo. one master-passion in the breast, like aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. --pope. oh how the passions, insolent and strong, bear our weak minds their rapid course along; make us the madness of their will obey; then die and leave us to our griefs a prey! --crabbe. a great passion has no partner.--lavater. when the tongue or the pen is let loose in a frenzy of passion, it is the man, and not the subject, that becomes exhausted.--thomas paine. he who is passionate and hasty is generally honest. it is your cool, dissembling hypocrite of whom you should beware.--lavater. the passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.--bovee. it is not the absence, but the mastery, of our passions which affords happiness.--mme. de maintenon. past.--the past is utterly indifferent to its worshipers.--william winter. not to know what happened before we were born is always to remain a child; to know, and blindly to adopt that knowledge as an implicit rule of life, is never to be a man.--chatfield. no hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed. --byron. the present is only intelligible in the light of the past.--trench. study the past if you would divine the future.--confucius. the best of prophets of the future is the past.--byron. many classes are always praising the by-gone time, for it is natural that the old should extol the days of their youth; the weak, the area of their strength; the sick, the season of their vigor; and the disappointed, the springtide of their hopes!--c. bingham. some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live with the moderns.--william penn. the past and future are veiled; but the past wears the widow's veil; the future, the virgin's.--richter. patience.--he that can have patience can have what he will.--franklin. patience! why, it is the soul of peace; of all the virtues, it is nearest kin to heaven; it makes men look like gods. the best of men that ever wore earth about him was a sufferer,--a soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit; the first true gentleman that ever breathed. --decker. our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience, and we soon shall see them in their proper figures.--addison. if we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives.--madame de sÃ�vignÃ�. never think that god's delays are god's denials. hold on; hold fast; hold out. patience is genius.--buffon. there is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.--burke. we usually learn to wait only when we have no longer anything to wait for.--marie ebner-eschenbach. no school is more necessary to children than patience, because either the will must be broken in childhood or the heart in old age.--richter. we have only to be patient, to pray, and to do his will, according to our present light and strength, and the growth of the soul will go on. the plant grows in the mist and under clouds as truly as under sunshine; so does the heavenly principle within.--channing. he that will have a cake of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding. --shakespeare. patience is a nobler motion than any deed.--c.a. bartol. patience is the guardian of faith, the preserver of peace, the cherisher of love, the teacher of humility; patience governs the flesh, strengthens the spirit, sweetens the temper, stifles anger, extinguishes envy, subdues pride; she bridles the tongue, refrains the hand, tramples upon temptations, endures persecutions, consummates martyrdom; patience produces unity in the church, loyalty in the state, harmony in families and societies; she comforts the poor and moderates the rich; she makes us humble in prosperity, cheerful in adversity, unmoved by calumny and reproach; she teaches us to forgive those who have injured us, and to be the first in asking forgiveness of those whom we have injured; she delights the faithful, and invites the unbelieving; she adorns the woman, and approves the man; is loved in a child, praised in a young man, admired in an old man; she is beautiful in either sex and every age.--bishop horne. patience is the ballast of the soul, that will keep it from rolling and tumbling in the greatest storms; and he that will venture out without this to make him sail even and steady will certainly make shipwreck and drown himself, first in the cares and sorrows of this world, and then in perdition.--bishop hopkins. there is no road too long to the man who advances deliberately and without undue haste; there are no honors too distant to the man who prepares himself for them with patience.--la bruyÃ�re. patience is the support of weakness; impatience is the ruin of strength.--colton. if the wicked flourish and thou suffer, be not discouraged. they are fatted for destruction; thou art dieted for health.--fuller. patience is sorrow's salve.--churchill. patriotism.--he serves his party best, who serves the country best. --rutherford b. hayes. this is a maxim which i have received by hereditary tradition, not only from my father, but also from my grandfather and his ancestors, that after what i owe to god, nothing should be more dear or more sacred than the love and respect i owe to my country.--de thou. be just, and fear not; let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, thy god's, and truth's. --shakespeare. such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, his first, best country ever is at home. --goldsmith. i love my country's good, with a respect more tender, more holy and profound, than my own life.--shakespeare. hail, columbia! happy land! hail, ye heroes! heaven born band! who fought and bled in freedom's cause, who fought and bled in freedom's cause, and when the storm of war was gone, enjoyed the peace your valor won. let independence be our boast, ever mindful what it cost; ever grateful for the prize, let its altar reach the skies! --joseph hopkinson. strike--for your altars and your fires; strike--for the green graves of your sires; god, and your native land! --fitz-greene halleck. one flag, one land, one heart, one hand, one nation evermore! --holmes. if any one attempts to haul down the american flag, shoot him on the spot.--john a. dix. the noblest motive is the public good.--virgil. the union of lakes, the union of lands, the union of states none can sever, the union of hearts, the union of hands, and the flag of our union forever! --george p. morris. i was born an american; i live an american; i shall die an american. --daniel webster. our country--whether bounded by the st. john's and the sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurement more or less--still our country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be defended by all our hands.--robert c. winthrop. our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o'er our fears, are all with thee,--are all with thee! --longfellow. i am not accustomed to the language of eulogy; i have never studied the art of paying compliments to women; but i must say that if all that has been said by orators and poets, since the creation of the world, in praise of woman, was applied to the women of america, it would not do them justice for their conduct during this war.--abraham lincoln. how dear is fatherland to all noble hearts!--voltaire. let our object be our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country. and, by the blessing of god, may that country itself become a vast and splendid monument, not of oppression and terror, but of wisdom, of peace, and of liberty, upon which the world may gaze with admiration forever.--daniel webster. peace.--blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of god.--matthew : . i could not live in peace if i put the shadow of a wilful sin between myself and god.--george eliot. five great enemies of peace inhabit with us--avarice, ambition, envy, anger and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.--petrarch. there is nothing so likely to produce peace as to be well prepared to meet the enemy.--washington. they shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.--isaiah : . i never advocated war except as a means of peace.--u.s. grant. there are interests by the sacrifice of which peace is too dearly purchased. one should never be at peace to the shame of his own soul--to the violation of his integrity or of his allegiance to god.--chapin. peace, above all things, is to be desired; but blood must sometimes be spilled to obtain it on equable and lasting terms.--andrew jackson. perseverance.--the block of granite, which was an obstacle in the pathway of the weak, becomes a stepping stone in the pathway of the strong.--carlyle. it is all very well to tell me that a young man has distinguished himself by a brilliant first speech. he may go on, or he may be satisfied with his first triumph; but show me a young man who has not succeeded at first, and nevertheless has gone on, and i will back that young man to do better than most of those who have succeeded at the first trial.--charles james fox. i hold a doctrine, to which i owe not much, indeed, but all the little i ever had, namely, that with ordinary talent and extraordinary perseverance, all things are attainable.--sir t.f. buxton. those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.--bayard taylor. all the performances of human art, at which we look with praise or wonder, are instances of the resistless force of perseverance; it is by this that the quarry becomes a pyramid, and that distant countries are united by canals. if a man was to compare the effect of a single stroke of a pickaxe, or of one impression of the spade, with the general design and last result, he would be overwhelmed by the sense of their disproportion; yet those petty operations, incessantly continued, in time surmount the greatest difficulties, and mountains are levelled, and oceans bounded, by the slender force of human beings.--dr. johnson. even in social life, it is persistency which attracts confidence, more than talents and accomplishments.--whipple. a falling drop at last will carve a stone.--lucretius. attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; nothing so hard but search will find it out. --lovelace. it is interesting to notice how some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage, and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles. --washington irving. press on! a better fate awaits thee.--victor hugo. philosophy.--true philosophy is that which renders us to ourselves, and all others who surround us, better, and at the same time more content, more patient, more calm and more ready for all decent and pure enjoyment.--lavater. philosophy abounds more than philosophers, and learning more than learned men.--w.b. clulow. the road to true philosophy is precisely the same with that which leads to true religion; and from both the one and the other, unless we would enter in as little children, we must expect to be totally excluded.--bacon. philosophy is the art and law of life, and it teaches us what to do in all cases, and, like good marksmen, to hit the white at any distance. --seneca. a little philosophy inclineth men's minds to atheism; but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds to religion.--bacon. whence? whither? why? how?--these questions cover all philosophy. --joubert. physiognomy.--children are marvelously and intuitively correct physiognomists. the youngest of them exhibit this trait.--bartol. as the language of the face is universal, so 'tis very comprehensive; no laconism can reach it; 'tis the short-hand of the mind, and crowds a great deal in a little room.--jeremy collier. spite of lavater, faces are oftentimes great lies. they are the paper money of society, for which, on demand, there frequently proves to be no gold in the human coffer.--f.g. trafford. the scope of an intellect is not to be measured with a tape-string, or a character deciphered from the shape or length of a nose.--bovee. people's opinions of themselves are legible in their countenances. --jeremy collier. piety.--true piety hath in it nothing weak, nothing sad, nothing constrained. it enlarges the heart; it is simple, free, and attractive. --fÃ�nelon. we may learn by practice such things upon earth as shall be of use to us in heaven. piety, unostentatious piety, is never out of place. --chapin. piety does not mean that a man should make a sour face about things, and refuse to enjoy in moderation what his maker has given.--carlyle. piety raises and fortifies the mind for trying occasions and painful events. when our country is threatened by dangers and pressed by difficulties who are the best bulwarks of its defence? not the sons of dissipation and folly, not the smooth-tongued sycophants of a court, nor sceptics and blasphemers, from the school of infidelity; but the man whose moral conduct is animated and sustained by the doctrines and consolations of religion. happy is that country where patriotism is sustained and sanctified by piety; where authority respects and guards freedom, and freedom reveres and loves legitimate authority; where truth and mercy meet together, righteousness and peace embrace each other.--ton. it is impossible for the mind which is not totally destitute of piety, to behold the sublime, the awful, the amazing works of creation and providence; the heavens with their luminaries, the mountains, the ocean, the storm, the earthquake, and the volcano; the circuit of the seasons and the revolutions of empires; without marking in them all the mighty hand of god, and feeling strong emotions of reverence toward the author of these stupendous works.--dwight. john wesley quaintly observed that the road to heaven is a narrow path, not intended for wheels, and that to ride in a coach here and to go to heaven hereafter, was a happiness too much for man.--beecher. we are surrounded by motives to piety and devotion, if we would but mind them. the poor are designed to excite our liberality; the miserable, our pity; the sick, our assistance; the ignorant, our instruction; those that are fallen, our helping hand. in those who are vain, we see the vanity of the world; in those who are wicked, our own frailty. when we see good men rewarded, it confirms our hope; and when evil men are punished, it excites our fear.--bishop wilson. pity.--pity, though it may often relieve, is but, at best, a short-lived passion, and seldom affords distress more than transitory assistance; with some it scarce lasts from the first impulse till the hand can be put into the pocket.--goldsmith. we pity in others only those evils which we have ourselves experienced. --rousseau. no beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.--shakespeare. pity and forbearance, and long-sufferance and fair interpretation, and excusing our brother, and taking in the best sense, and passing the gentlest sentence, are as certainly our duty, and owing to every person that does offend and can repent, as calling to account can be owing to the law, and are first to be paid; and he that does not so is an unjust person.--jeremy taylor. o, brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother, where pity dwells, the peace of god is there.--whittier. the world is full of love and pity. had there been less suffering, there would have been less kindness.--thackeray. pity melts the mind to love.--dryden. pleasure.--would you judge of the lawfulness or unlawfulness of pleasures, take this rule:--whatever weakens your reason, impairs the tenderness of your conscience, obscures your sense of god, or takes off the relish of spiritual things; in short, whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind, that thing is sin to you, however innocent it may be in itself.--southey. let not the enjoyment of pleasures now within your grasp be carried to such excess as to incapacitate you from future repetition.--seneca. the inward pleasure of imparting pleasure--that is the choicest of all.--hawthorne. he who can at all times sacrifice pleasure to duty approaches sublimity.--lavater. the end of pleasure is to support the offices of life, to relieve the fatigues of business, to reward a regular action, and to encourage the continuance.--jeremy collier. choose such pleasures as recreate much and cost little.--fuller. the pleasures of the world are deceitful; they promise more than they give. they trouble us in seeking them, they do not satisfy us when possessing them, and they make us despair in losing them.--madame de lambert. when the idea of any pleasure strikes your imagination, make a just computation between the duration of the pleasure and that of the repentance that is likely to follow it.--epictetus. the seeds of repentance are sown in youth by pleasure, but the harvest is reaped in age by pain.--colton. pleasure's the only noble end to which all human powers should tend; and virtue gives her heavenly lore, but to make pleasure please us more! wisdom and she were both design'd to make the senses more refined, that man might revel free from cloying, then most a sage, when most enjoying! --moore. pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood, our greatest evil, or our greatest good. --pope. people should be guarded against temptation to unlawful pleasures by furnishing them the means of innocent ones. in every community there must be pleasures, relaxations, and means of agreeable excitement; and if innocent are not furnished, resort will be had to criminal. man was made to enjoy as well as labor, and the state of society should be adapted to this principle of human nature.--channing. mental pleasures never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by repetition, approved of by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment.--colton. i should rejoice if my pleasures were as pleasing to god as they are to myself.--marguerite de valois. we tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give. --j. petit-senn. mistake not. those pleasures are not pleasures that trouble the quiet and tranquillity of thy life.--jeremy taylor. poetry.--true poetry, like the religious prompting itself, springs from the emotional side of a man's complex nature, and is ever in harmony with his highest intuitions and aspirations.--epes sargent. then, rising with aurora's light, the muse invoked, sit down to write; blot out, correct, insert, refine, enlarge, diminish, interline; be mindful, when invention fails, to scratch your head and bite your nails. --swift. it is uninspired inspiration.--henry reed. poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.--coleridge. blessings be with them, and eternal praise, who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares, the poets, who on earth have made us heirs of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays! --wordsworth. poetry is the music of thought, conveyed to us in music of language. --chatfield. he who finds elevated and lofty pleasures in the feeling of poetry is a true poet, though he has never composed a line of verse in his entire lifetime.--madame dudevant. poetry is enthusiasm with wings of fire; it is the angel of high thoughts, that inspires us with the power of sacrifice.--mazzini. poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.--shelley. poetry is unfallen speech. paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence. --abraham coles. poesy is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate.--denham. poetry is the child of enthusiasm.--sigma. the art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.--cowper. poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.--s.t. coleridge. when the divine artist would produce a poem, he plants a germ of it in a human soul, and out of that soul the poem springs and grows as from the rose-tree the rose.--james a. garfield. he who, in an enlightened and literary society, aspires to be a great poet, must first become a little child.--macaulay. poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.--voltaire. there is as much difference between good poetry and fine verses, as between the smell of a flower-garden and of a perfumer's shop.--hare. the world is full of poetry. the air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.--percival. you will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some with you.--joubert. poetry is the robe, the royal apparel, in which truth asserts its divine origin.--beecher. the poet may say or sing, not as things were, but as they ought to have been; but the historian must pen them, not as they ought to have been, but as they really were.--cervantes. politeness.--true politeness is perfect ease and freedom. it simply consists in treating others just as you love to be treated yourself. --chesterfield. politeness has been defined to be artificial good-nature; but we may affirm, with much greater propriety, that good-nature is natural politeness.--stanislaus. christianity is designed to refine and to soften; to take away the heart of stone, and to give us hearts of flesh; to polish off the rudeness and arrogances of our manners and tempers; and to make us blameless and harmless, the sons of god, without rebuke.--jay. politeness is to goodness what words are to thoughts.--joubert. avoid all haste; calmness is an essential ingredient of politeness. --alphonse karr. there is no policy like politeness; and a good manner is the best thing in the world, either to get one a good name or to supply the want of it.--lytton. there is no accomplishment so easy to acquire as politeness, and none more profitable.--h.w. shaw. fine manners are like personal beauty,--a letter of credit everywhere. --bartol. true politeness is the spirit of benevolence showing itself in a refined way. it is the expression of good-will and kindness. it promotes both beauty in the man who possesses it, and happiness in those who are about him. it is a religious duty, and should be a part of religious training.--beecher. politeness induces morality. serenity of manners requires serenity of mind.--julia ward howe. to the acquisition of the rare quality of politeness, so much of the enlightened understanding is necessary that i cannot but consider every book in every science, which tends to make us wiser, and of course better men, as a treatise on a more enlarged system of politeness.--monro. bowing, ceremonious, formal compliments, stiff civilities, will never be politeness; that must be easy, natural, unstudied; and what will give this but a mind benevolent and attentive to exert that amiable disposition in trifles to all you converse and live with?--chatham. as charity covers a multitude of sins before god, so does politeness before men.--greville. the polite of every country seem to have but one character. a gentleman of sweden differs but little, except in trifles, from one of any other country. it is among the vulgar we are to find those distinctions which characterize a people.--goldsmith. when two goats met on a bridge which was too narrow to allow either to pass or return, the goat which lay down that the other might walk over it was a finer gentleman than lord chesterfield.--cecil. good-breeding is not confined to externals, much less to any particular dress or attitude of the body; it is the art of pleasing, or contributing as much as possible to the ease and happiness of those with whom you converse.--fielding. popularity.--avoid popularity, if you would have peace.--abraham lincoln. avoid popularity, it has many snares, and no real benefit.--william penn. woe unto you when all men shall speak well of you!--luke : . seek not the favor of the multitude; it is seldom got by honest and lawful means. but seek the testimony of few; and number not voices, but weigh them.--kant. those men who are commended by everybody must be very extraordinary men; or, which is more probable, very inconsiderable men.--lord greville. poverty.--without frugality none can be rich, and with it very few would be poor.--dr. johnson. in one important respect a man is fortunate in being poor. his responsibility to god is so much the less.--bovee. morality and religion are but words to him who fishes in gutters for the means of sustaining life, and crouches behind barrels in the street for shelter from the cutting blasts of a winter night.--horace greeley. poverty is the only burden which is not lightened by being shared with others.--richter. we should not so much esteem our poverty as a misfortune, were it not that the world treats it so much as a crime.--bovee. poverty is the test of civility and the touchstone of friendship. --hazlitt. there is not such a mighty difference as some men imagine between the poor and the rich; in pomp, show, and opinion there is a great deal, but little as to the pleasures and satisfactions of life: they enjoy the same earth and air and heavens; hunger and thirst make the poor man's meat and drink as pleasant and relishing as all the varieties which cover the rich man's table; and the labor of a poor man is more healthful, and many times more pleasant, too, than the ease and softness of the rich.--sherlock. want is a bitter and a hateful good, because its virtues are not understood; yet many things, impossible to thought, have been by need to full perfection brought. the daring of the soul proceeds from thence, sharpness of wit, and active diligence; prudence at once, and fortitude it gives; and, if in patience taken, mends our lives. --dryden. few things in this world more trouble people than poverty, or the fear of poverty; and, indeed, it is a sore affliction; but, like all other ills that flesh is heir to, it has its antidote, its reliable remedy. the judicious application of industry, prudence and temperance is a certain cure.--hosea ballou. that man is to be accounted poor, of whatever rank he be, and suffers the pains of poverty, whose expenses exceed his resources; and no man is, properly speaking, poor, but he.--paley. that some of the indigent among us die of scanty food is undoubtedly true; but vastly more in this community die from eating too much than from eating too little.--channing. poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in supporting it.--richter. power.--power will intoxicate the best hearts, as wine the strongest heads. no man is wise enough, nor good enough to be trusted with unlimited power.--colton. the desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall.--bacon. even in war, moral power is to physical as three parts out of four. --napoleon. the less power a man has, the more he likes to use it.--j. petit-senn. the greater a man is in power above others, the more he ought to excel them in virtue. none ought to govern who is not better than the governed.--publius syrus. it is an observation no less just than common, that there is no stronger test of a man's real character than power and authority, exciting, as they do, every passion, and discovering every latent vice.--plutarch. praise.--words of praise, indeed, are almost as necessary to warm a child into a genial life as acts of kindness and affection. judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers.--bovee. let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips.--proverbs : . for if good were not praised more than ill, none would chuse goodness of his own free will. --spenser. praise has different effects, according to the mind it meets with; it makes a wise man modest, but a fool more arrogant, turning his weak brain giddy.--feltham. solid pudding against empty praise.--pope. it is always esteemed the greatest mischief a man can do to those whom he loves, to raise men's expectations of them too high by undue and impertinent commendations.--sprat. speak not in high commendation of any man to his face, nor censure any man behind his back; but if thou knowest anything good of him, tell it unto others; if anything ill, tell it privately and prudently to himself.--burkitt. as the greek said, "many men know how to flatter, few men know how to praise."--wendell phillips. it is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.--lowell. good things should be praised.--shakespeare. he hurts me most who lavishly commends.--churchill. the love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, reigns more or less and glows in every heart. --young. praise, like gold and diamonds, owes its value only to its scarcity. it becomes cheap as it becomes vulgar, and will no longer raise expectation or animate enterprise.--dr. johnson. it is the greatest possible praise to be praised by a man who is himself deserving of praise.--from the latin. he who praises you for what you have not, wishes to take from you what you have.--manuel. thou may'st be more prodigal of praise when thou writest a letter than when thou speakest in presence.--fuller. those who are greedy of praise prove that they are poor in merit. --plutarch. what a person praises is perhaps a surer standard, even than what he condemns, of his own character, information and abilities.--hare. allow no man to be so free with you as to praise you to your face. --steele. let everything that hath breath praise the lord.--psalm : . whenever you commend, add your reasons for doing so; it is this which distinguishes the approbation of a man of sense from the flattery of sycophants and admiration of fools.--steele. prayer.--the first petition that we are to make to almighty god is for a good conscience, the next for health of mind, and then of body. --seneca. prayers are heard in heaven very much in proportion to our faith. little faith gets very great mercies, but great faith still greater. --spurgeon. when we pray for any virtue, we should cultivate the virtue as well as pray for it; the form of your prayers should be the rule of your life; every petition to god is a precept to man. look not, therefore, upon your prayers as a short method of duty and salvation only, but as a perpetual monition of duty; by what we require of god we see what he requires of us.--jeremy taylor. how happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.--cowper. we have assurance that we shall be heard in what we pray, because we pray to that god that heareth prayer, and is the rewarder of all that come unto him; and in his name, to whom god denieth nothing; and, therefore, howsoever we are not always answered at the present, or in the same kind that we desire, yet, sooner or later, we are sure to receive even above that we are able to ask or think, if we continue to sue unto him according to his will.--archbishop usher. the best answer to all objections urged against prayer is the fact that man cannot help praying; for we may be sure that that which is so spontaneous and ineradicable in human nature has its fitting objects and methods in the arrangements of a boundless providence.--chapin. so much of our lives is celestial and divine as we spend in the exercise of prayer.--hooker. leave not off praying to god: for either praying will make thee leave off sinning; or continuing in sin will make thee desist from praying. --fuller. let our prayers, like the ancient sacrifices, ascend morning and evening; let our days begin and end with god.--channing. prayer is the soul's sincere desire, uttered or unexpressed, the motion of a hidden fire that trembles in the breast. --montgomery. if he prayed who was without sin, how much more it becometh a sinner to pray!--st. cyprian. no man ever prayed heartily without learning something.--emerson. he prayeth best who loveth best all things both great and small. --coleridge. more things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. --tennyson. it is as natural and reasonable for a dependent creature to apply to its creator for what it needs, as for a child thus to solicit the aid of a parent who is believed to have the disposition and ability to bestow what it needs.--archibald alexander. prayer is the first breath of divine life; it is the pulse of the believing soul;--by prayer "we draw water with joy from the wells of salvation;" by prayer faith puts forth its energy, in apprehending the promised blessings, and receiving from the redeemer's fullness; in leaning on his almighty arm, and making his name our strong tower; and in overcoming the world, the flesh and the devil.--t. scott. no man can hinder our private addresses to god; every man can build a chapel in his breast, himself the priest, his heart the sacrifice, and the earth he treads on the altar.--jeremy taylor. when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy father which is in secret; and thy father, which seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly.--matthew : . prayer moves the hand that moves the universe. holy beginning of a holy cause, when heroes, girt for freedom's combat, pause before high heaven, and, humble in their might, call down its blessing on that coming fight. --moore. it is so natural for a man to pray that no theory can prevent him from doing it.--james freeman clarke. the lord's prayer contains the sum total of religion and morals. --wellington. it lightens the stroke to draw near to him who handles the rod. --washington irving. i desire no other evidence of the truth of christianity than the lord's prayer.--madame de stael. in prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.--bunyan. between the humble and contrite heart and the majesty of heaven there are no barriers. the only password is prayer.--hosea ballou. prayer is the peace of our spirit, the stillness of our thoughts, the evenness of recollection, the seat of meditation, the rest of our cares and the calm of our tempest: prayer is the issue of a quiet mind, of untroubled thoughts; it is the daughter of charity and the sister of meekness.--jeremy taylor. our prayer and god's mercy are like two buckets in a well; while the one ascends, the other descends.--bishop hopkins. prayer is the voice of faith.--horne. we should pray with as much earnestness as those who expect everything from god; we should act with as much energy as those who expect everything from themselves.--colton. preaching.--that is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another, and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.--burnet. be short in all religious exercises. better leave the people longing than loathing.--nathaniel emmons. a good discourse is that from which one can take nothing without taking the life.--fÃ�nelon. we must judge religious movements, not by the men who make them, but by the men they make.--joseph cook. the world looks at ministers out of the pulpit to know what they mean when in it.--cecil. i preached as never sure to preach again, and as a dying man to dying men. --baxter. let all your preaching be in the most simple and plainest manner; look not to the prince, but to the plain, simple, gross, unlearned people, of which cloth the prince also himself is made. if i, in my preaching, should have regard to philip melancthon and other learned doctors, then should i do but little good. i preach in the simplest manner to the unskillful, and that giveth content to all. hebrew, greek and latin i spare until we learned ones come together.--luther. it requires as much reflection and wisdom to know what is not to be put into a sermon as what is.--cecil. to endeavor to move by the same discourse hearers who differ in age, sex, position and education is to attempt to open all locks with the same key.--j. petit-senn. men of god have always, from time to time, walked among men, and made their commission felt in the heart and soul of the commonest hearer.--emerson. i would not have preachers torment their hearers, and detain them with long and tedious preaching.--luther. i love a serious preacher, who speaks for my sake and not for his own; who seeks my salvation, and not his own vainglory. he best deserves to be heard who uses speech only to clothe his thoughts, and his thoughts only to promote truth and virtue.--massillon. precept.--precepts are the rules by which we ought to square our lives. when they are contracted into sentences, they strike the affections; whereas admonition is only blowing of the coal.--seneca. he that lays down precepts for the government of our lives and moderating our passions obliges human nature, not only in the present, but in all succeeding generations.--seneca. precepts or maxims are of great weight; and a few useful ones at hand do more toward a happy life than whole volumes that we know not where to find.--seneca. precept must be upon precept.--isaiah : . prejudice.--prejudice is the child of ignorance.--hazlitt. as those who believe in the visibility of ghosts can easily see them, so it is always easy to see repulsive qualities in those we despise and hate.--frederick douglass. prejudice squints when it looks, and lies when it talks.--duchess d'abrantes. human nature is so constituted that all see and judge better in the affairs of other men than in their own.--terence. to all intents and purposes, he who will not open his eyes is, for the present, as blind as he who cannot.--south. the prejudices of ignorance are more easily removed than the prejudices of interest; the first are all blindly adopted, the second willfully preferred.--bancroft. prejudice may be considered as a continual false medium of viewing things, for prejudiced persons not only never speak well, but also never think well, of those whom they dislike, and the whole character and conduct is considered with an eye to that particular thing which offends them.--butler. prejudice is the twin of illiberality.--g.d. prentice. remember, when the judgment is weak the prejudice is strong.--kane o'hara. prejudice and self-sufficiency naturally proceed from inexperience of the world and ignorance of mankind.--addison. how immense to us appear the sins we have not committed.--madame necker. present.--busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days providence may yet assign you neglect not to turn them to advantage.--horace. make use of time, if thou lovest eternity; know yesterday cannot be recalled, to-morrow cannot be assured: to-day is only thine; which if thou procrastinate, thou losest; which lost, is lost forever: one to-day is worth two to-morrows.--quarles. he who neglects the present moment throws away all he has.--schiller. abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.--horace. if we stand in the openings of the present moment, with all the length and breadth of our faculties unselfishly adjusted to what it reveals, we are in the best condition to receive what god is always ready to communicate.--t.c. upham. men spend their lives in anticipations, in determining to be vastly happy at some period or other, when they have time. but the present time has one advantage over every other--it is our own. past opportunities are gone, future are not come.--colton. try to be happy in this present moment, and put not off being so to a time to come,--as though that time should be of another make from this, which has already come and is ours.--fuller. let us attend to the present, and as to the future we shall know how to manage when the occasion arrives.--corneille. we may make our future by the best use of the present. there is no moment like the present.--miss edgeworth. take all reasonable advantage of that which the present may offer you. it is the only time which is ours. yesterday is buried forever, and to-morrow we may never see.--victor hugo. every day is a gift i receive from heaven; let us enjoy to-day that which it bestows on me. it belongs not more to the young than to me, and to-morrow belongs to no one.--mancroix. one of the illusions is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. no man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is doomsday.--emerson. what is really momentous and all-important with us is the present, by which the future is shaped and colored.--whittier. press.--in the long, fierce struggle for freedom of opinion, the press, like the church, counted its martyrs by thousands.--james a. garfield. the productions of the press, fast as steam can make and carry them, go abroad through all the land, silent as snowflakes, but potent as thunder. it is an additional tongue of steam and lightning, by which a man speaks his first thought, his instant argument or grievance, to millions in a day.--chapin. let it be impressed upon your minds, let it be instilled into your children, that the liberty of the press is the palladium of all the civil, political, and religious rights.--junius. the liberty of the press is the true measure of all other liberty; for all freedom without this must be merely nominal.--chatfield. the invention of printing added a new element of power to the race. from that hour, in a most especial sense, the brain and not the arm, the thinker and not the soldier, books and not kings, were to rule the world; and weapons, forged in the mind, keen-edged and brighter than the sunbeam, were to supplant the sword and the battle-axe.--whipple. pretension.--it is worth noticing that those who assume an imposing demeanor and seek to pass themselves off for something beyond what they are, are not unfrequently as much underrated by some as overrated by others.--whately. where there is much pretension, much has been borrowed: nature never pretends.--lavater. when you see a man with a great deal of religion displayed in his shop window, you may depend upon it he keeps a very small stock of it within.--spurgeon. true glory strikes root, and even extends itself; all false pretensions fall as do flowers, nor can anything feigned be lasting.--cicero. it is no disgrace not to be able to do everything; but to undertake, or pretend to do, what you are not made for, is not only shameful, but extremely troublesome and vexatious.--plutarch. he who gives himself airs of importance, exhibits the credentials of impotence.--lavater. the desire of appearing clever often prevents our becoming so. --la rochefoucauld. the more honesty a man has, the less he affects the air of a saint. --lavater. pride.--without the sovereign influence of god's extraordinary and immediate grace, men do very rarely put off all the trappings of their pride, till they who are about them put on their winding-sheet. --clarendon. pride and weakness are siamese twins.--lowell. of all the causes that conspire to blind man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, what the weak head with strongest bias rules, is pride, the never-failing vice of fools. --pope. it is hardly possible to overvalue ourselves but by undervaluing our neighbors.--clarendon. the sin of pride is the sin of sins; in which all subsequent sins are included, as in their germ; they are but the unfolding of this one. --archbishop trench. some people are proud of their humility.--beecher. pride requires very costly food--its keeper's happiness.--colton. pride, of all others the most dangerous fault, proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought. --roscommon. if a man has a right to be proud of anything, it is of a good action done as it ought to be, without any base interest lurking at the bottom of it.--sterne. there is this paradox in pride,--it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.--colton. in reality, there is perhaps no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. disguise it, struggle with it, stifle it, mortify it as much as you please, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself.--franklin. men say, "by pride the angels fell from heaven." by pride they reached a place from which they fell!--joaquin miller. pride breakfasted with plenty, dined with poverty, and supped with infamy.--franklin. pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. --proverbs : . if he could only see how small a vacancy his death would leave, the proud man would think less of the place he occupies in his lifetime. --legouvÃ�. i think half the troubles for which men go slouching in prayer to god are caused by their intolerable pride. many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges. we let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.--beecher. when pride and presumption walk before, shame and loss follow very closely.--louis xi. how can there be pride in a contrite heart? humility is the earliest fruit of religion.--hosea ballou. in beginning the world, if you don't wish to get chafed at every turn, fold up your pride carefully, put it under lock and key, and only let it out to air upon grand occasions. pride is a garment all stiff brocade outside, all grating sackcloth on the side next to the skin. --lytton. pride is a vice, which pride itself inclines every man to find in others, and to overlook in himself.--dr. johnson. an avenging god closely follows the haughty.--seneca. charity feeds the poor, so does pride; charity builds an hospital, so does pride. in this they differ: charity gives her glory to god; pride takes her glory from man.--quarles. the proud man is forsaken of god.--plato. procrastination.--faith in to-morrow, instead of christ, is satan's nurse for man's perdition.--rev. dr. cheever. to be always intending to live a new life, but never to find time to set about it; this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking and sleeping from one day and night to another, till he is starved and destroyed.--tillotson. by the streets of "by and by" one arrives at the house of "never." --cervantes. by one delay after another they spin out their whole lives, till there's no more future left for them.--l'estrange. procrastination is the thief of time.--young. for yesterday was once to-morrow.--persius. never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.--franklin. indulge in procrastination, and in time you will come to this, that because a thing ought to be done, therefore you can't do it.--charles buxton. progress.--he only is advancing in life whose heart is getting softer, whose blood warmer, whose brain quicker, whose spirit is entering into living peace.--ruskin. "can any good come out of nazareth?" this is always the question of the wiseacres and the knowing ones. but the good, the new, comes from exactly that quarter whence it is not looked for, and is always something different from what is expected. everything new is received with contempt, for it begins in obscurity. it becomes a power unobserved.--feuerbach. look up and not down; look forward and not back; look out and not in; and lend a hand.--e.e. hale. i must do something to keep my thoughts fresh and growing. i dread nothing so much as falling into a rut and feeling myself becoming a fossil.--james a. garfield. humanity, in the aggregate, is progressing, and philanthropy looks forward hopefully.--hosea ballou. human improvement is from within outwards.--froude. an original sentence, a step forward, is worth more than all the centuries.--emerson. let us labor for that larger and larger comprehension of truth, that more and more thorough repudiation of error, which shall make the history of mankind a series of ascending developments.--horace mann. we can trace back our existence almost to a point. former time presents us with trains of thoughts gradually diminishing to nothing. but our ideas of futurity are perpetually expanding. our desires and our hopes, even when modified by our fears, seem to grasp at immensity. this alone would be sufficient to prove the progressiveness of our nature, and that this little earth is but a point from which we start toward a perfection of being.--sir humphry davy. by the disposition of a stupendous wisdom, moulding together the great mysterious incorporation of the human race, the whole, at one time, is never old, or middle-aged, or young; but, in a condition of unchangeable constancy, moves on through the varied tenor of perpetual decay, fall, renovation, and progression.--burke. we are either progressing or retrograding all the while; there is no such thing as remaining stationary in this life.--james freeman clarke. it is wonderful how soon a piano gets into a log-hut on the frontier. you would think they found it under a pine-stump. with it comes a latin grammar, and one of those tow-head boys has written a hymn on sunday. now let colleges, now let senates take heed! for here is one who, opening these fine tastes on the basis of the pioneer's iron constitution, will gather all their laurels in his strong hands. --emerson. a fresh mind keeps the body fresh. take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday.--lytton. the wisest man may be wiser to-day than he was yesterday, and to-morrow than he is to-day. total freedom from change would imply total freedom from error; but this is the prerogative of omniscience alone.--colton. prosperity.--watch lest prosperity destroy generosity.--beecher. prosperity seems to be scarcely safe, unless it be mixed with a little adversity.--hosea ballou. the increase of a great number of citizens in prosperity is a necessary element to the security, and even to the existence, of a civilized people.--buret. prosperity is the touchstone of virtue; for it is less difficult to bear misfortunes than to remain uncorrupted by pleasure.--tacitus. prosperity demands of us more prudence and moderation than adversity. --cicero. we must distinguish between felicity and prosperity; for prosperity leads often to ambition, and ambition to disappointment.--landor. he that swells in prosperity will be sure to shrink in adversity. --colton. prosperity is very liable to bring pride among the other goods with which it endows an individual; it is then that prosperity costs too dear.--hosea ballou. prosperity, in regard of our corrupt inclination to abuse the blessings of almighty god, doth prove a thing dangerous to the soul of man.--hooker. it is one of the worst effects of prosperity to make a man a vortex, instead of a fountain; so that, instead of throwing out, he learns only to draw in.--beecher. prosperity makes some friends and many enemies.--vauvenargues. they who lie soft and warm in a rich estate seldom come to heat themselves at the altar.--south. take care to be an economist in prosperity: there is no fear of your being one in adversity.--zimmerman. providence.--the providence of god is the great protector of our life and usefulness, and under the divine care we are perfectly safe from danger.--spurgeon. i know not where his islands lift their fronded palms in air; i only know i cannot drift beyond his love and care. --whittier. the decrees of providence are inscrutable. in spite of man's short-sighted endeavors to dispose of events according to his own wishes and his own purposes, there is an intelligence beyond his reason, which holds the scales of justice, and promotes his well-being, in spite of his puny efforts.--morier. divine providence tempers his blessings to secure their better effect. he keeps our joys and our fears on an even balance, that we may neither presume nor despair. by such compositions god is pleased to make both our crosses more tolerable and our enjoyments more wholesome and safe.--w. wogan. he who ruleth the raging of the sea, knows also how to check the designs of the ungodly. i submit myself with reverence to his holy will. o abner, i fear my god, and i fear none but him.--racine. duties are ours; events are god's. this removes an infinite burden from the shoulders of a miserable, tempted, dying creature. on this consideration only can he securely lay down his head and close his eyes.--cecil. yes, thou art ever present, power supreme! not circumscribed by time, nor fixt to space, confined to altars, nor to temples bound. in wealth, in want, in freedom or in chains, in dungeons or on thrones, the faithful find thee! --hannah more. we must follow, not force providence.--shakespeare. go, mark the matchless working of the power that shuts within the seed the future flower; bids these in elegance of form excel. in color these, and those delight the smell; sends nature forth, the daughter of the skies, to dance on earth, and charm all human eyes. --cowper. a man's heart deviseth his way: but the lord directeth his steps. --proverbs : . prudence.--men are born with two eyes, but with one tongue, in order that they should see twice as much as they say.--colton. prudence is that virtue by which we discern what is proper to be done under the various circumstances of time and place.--milton. when any great design thou dost intend, think on the means, the manner, and the end. --sir j. denham. the prudence of the best heads is often defeated by the tenderness of the best of hearts.--fielding. prudence is a necessary ingredient in all the virtues, without which they degenerate into folly and excess.--jeremy collier. no other protection is wanting, provided you are under the guidance of prudence.--juvenal. prudence is not only the first in rank of the virtues political and moral, but she is the director and regulator, the standard of them all.--burke. the rules of prudence, like the laws of the stone tables, are for the most part prohibitive. "thou shalt not" is their characteristic formula.--coleridge. punctuality.--i give it as my deliberate and solemn conviction that the individual who is habitually tardy in meeting an appointment, will never be respected or successful in life.--rev. w. fisk. i have always been a quarter of an hour before my time, and it has made a man of me.--lord nelson. unfaithfulness in the keeping of an appointment is an act of clear dishonesty. you may as well borrow a person's money as his time. --horace mann. it is no use running; to set out betimes is the main point.--la fontaine. i could never think well of a man's intellectual or moral character if he was habitually unfaithful to his appointments.--emmons. purity.--purity in person and in morals is true godliness.--hosea ballou. blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see god.--matthew : . god be thanked that there are some in the world to whose hearts the barnacles will not cling.--j.g. holland. while our hearts are pure, our lives are happy and our peace is sure. --william winter. purity lives and derives its life solely from the spirit of god.--colton. i pray thee, o god, that i may be beautiful within.--socrates. quarrels.--quarrels would never last long if the fault was only on one side.--la rochefoucauld. the quarrels of lovers are like summer storms; everything is more beautiful when they have passed.--madame necker. i will rather suffer a thousand wrongs than offer one. i have always found that to strive with a superior is injurious; with an equal, doubtful; with an inferior, sordid and base; with any, full of unquietness.--bishop hall. he that blows the coals in quarrels he has nothing to do with has no right to complain if the sparks fly in his face.--franklin. those who in quarrel interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose. --gay. thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just; and he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. --shakespeare. reading.--resolve to edge in a little reading every day, if it is but a single sentence. if you gain fifteen minutes a day, it will make itself felt at the end of the year.--horace mann. we never read without profit if with the pen or pencil in our hand we mark such ideas as strike us by their novelty, or correct those we already possess.--zimmermann. when what you read elevates your mind and fills you with noble aspirations, look for no other rule by which to judge a book; it is good, and is the work of a master-hand.--la bruyÃ�re. when in reading we meet with any maxim that may be of use, we should take it for our own, and make an immediate application of it, as we would of the advice of a friend whom we have purposely consulted. --colton. we should accustom the mind to keep the best company by introducing it only to the best books.--sydney smith. if i were to pray for a taste which should stand me in stead under every variety of circumstances, and be a source of happiness and cheerfulness to me through life, and a shield against its ills, however things might go amiss, and the world frown upon me, it would be a taste for reading.--sir john herschel. reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.... histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.--bacon. nothing, in truth, has such a tendency to weaken not only the powers of invention, but the intellectual powers in general, as a habit of extensive and various reading without reflection.--dugald stewart. mr. johnson had never, by his own account, been a close student, and used to advise young people never to be without a book in their pocket, to be read at bye-times, when they had nothing else to do. "it has been by that means," said he to a boy at our house one day, "that all my knowledge has been gained, except what i have picked up by running about the world with my wits ready to observe, and my tongue ready to talk."--mrs. piozzi. reading without purpose is sauntering, not exercise. more is got from one book on which the thought settles for a definite end in knowledge, than from libraries skimmed over by a wandering eye. a cottage flower gives honey to the bee, a king's garden none to the butterfly.--lytton. read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.--collect. much reading is like much eating,--wholly useless without digestion. --south. reason.--reason is the glory of human nature, and one of the chief eminences whereby we are raised above the beasts, in this lower world.--dr. watts. let our reason, and not our senses, be the rule of our conduct; for reason will teach us to think wisely, to speak prudently, and to behave worthily.--confucius. though reason is not to be relied upon as universally sufficient to direct us what to do, yet it is generally to be relied upon and obeyed where it tells us what we are not to do.--south. he that will not reason is a bigot, he that cannot reason is a fool, and he that dares not reason is a slave.--sir w. drummond. wise men are instructed by reason; men of less understanding, by experience; the most ignorant, by necessity; and beasts, by nature.--cicero. when a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone.--walter scott. one can never repeat too often, that reason, as it exists in man, is only our intellectual eye, and that, like the eye, to see, it needs light,--to see clearly and far, it needs the light of heaven. the language of reason, unaccompanied by kindness, will often fail of making an impression; it has no effect on the understanding, because it touches not the heart. the language of kindness, unassociated with reason, will frequently be unable to persuade; because, though it may gain upon the affections, it wants that which is necessary to convince the judgment. but let reason and kindness be united in a discourse, and seldom will even pride or prejudice find it easy to resist. --gisborne. good reasons must, of force, give place to better.--shakespeare. there is a just latin axiom, that he who seeks a reason for everything subverts reason.--epes sargent. rebuke.--in all reprehensions, observe to express rather thy love than thy anger; and strive rather to convince than exasperate: but if the matter do require any special indignation, let it appear to be the zeal of a displeased friend, rather than the passion of a provoked enemy.--fuller. reconciliation.--wherein is it possible for us, wicked and impious creatures, to be justified, except in the only son of god? o sweet reconciliation! o untraceable ministry! o unlooked-for blessing! that the wickedness of many should be hidden in one godly and righteous man, and the righteousness of one justify a host of sinners!--justin martyr. god pardons like a mother who kisses the offence into everlasting forgetfulness.--beecher. as thro' the land at eve we went, and pluck'd the ripen'd ears, we fell out, my wife and i, we fell out i know not why, and kiss'd again with tears. and blessings on the falling out that all the more endears, when we fall out with those we love and kiss again with tears! for when we came where lies the child we lost in other years, there above the little grave, oh, there above the little grave, we kiss'd again with tears. --tennyson. oh, my dear friends,--you who are letting miserable misunderstandings run on from year to year, meaning to clear them up some day,--if you only could know and see and feel that the time is short, how it would break the spell! how you would go instantly and do the thing which you might never have another chance to do!--phillips brooks. refinement.--refinement is the delicate aroma of christianity. --charlotte m. yonge. that alone can be called true refinement which elevates the soul of man, purifying the manners by improving the intellect.--hosea ballou. refinement that carries us away from our fellow-men is not god's refinement.--beecher. if refined sense, and exalted sense, be not so useful as common sense, their rarity, their novelty, and the nobleness of their objects, make some compensation, and render them the admiration of mankind.--hume. far better, and more cheerfully, i could dispense with some part of the downright necessaries of life, than with certain circumstances of elegance and propriety in the daily habits of using them.--de quincey. reform.--he who reforms himself, has done more toward reforming the public, than a crowd of noisy, impotent patriots.--lavater. he that has energy enough in his constitution to root out a vice should go a little further, and try to plant a virtue in its place; otherwise he will have his labor to renew. a strong soil that has produced weeds may be made to produce wheat with far less difficulty than it would cost to make it produce nothing.--colton. time yet serves, wherein you may redeem your tarnished honors, and restore yourselves into the good thoughts of the world again. --shakespeare. each year one vicious habit rooted out, in time might make the worst man good.--franklin. reform, like charity, must begin at home.--carlyle. whatever you dislike in another person take care to correct in yourself.--sprat. he who reforms, god assists.--cervantes. regeneration.--content not thyself with a bare forbearance of sin, so long as thy heart is not changed, nor thy will changed, nor thy affections changed; but strive to become a new man, to be transformed by the renewing of thy mind, to hate sin, to love god, to wrestle against thy secret corruptions, to take delight in holy duties, to subdue thine understanding, and will, and affections, to the obedience of faith and godliness.--bp. sanderson. he that is once "born of god shall overcome the world," and the prince of this world too, by the power of god in him. holiness is no solitary, neglected thing; it hath stronger confederacies, greater alliances, than sin and wickedness. it is in league with god and the universe; the whole creation smiles upon it; there is something of god in it, and therefore it must needs be a victorious and triumphant thing.--cudworth. regeneration is the ransacking of the soul, the turning of a man out of himself, the crumbling to pieces of the old man, and the new moulding of it into another shape; it is the turning of stones into children, and a drawing of the lively portraiture of jesus christ upon that very table that before represented only the very image of the devil.... art thou thus changed? are all old things done away, and all things in thee become new? hast thou a new heart and renewed affections? and dost thou serve god in newness of life and conversation? if not,--what hast thou to do with hopes of heaven? thou art yet without christ, and so consequently without hope.--bishop hopkins. regret.--a wrong act followed by just regret and thoughtful caution to avoid like errors, makes a man better than he would have been if he had never fallen.--horatio seymour. the business of life is to go forward; he who sees evil in prospect meets it in his way, but he who catches it by retrospection turns back to find it. that which is feared may sometimes be avoided, but that which is regretted to-day may be regretted again to-morrow.--dr. johnson. a feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain. --longfellow. the present only is a man's possession; the past is gone out of his hand wholly, irrevocably. he may suffer from it, learn from it,--in degree, perhaps, expiate it; but to brood over it is utter madness. --miss mulock. of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "it might have been!" --whittier. religion.--a religion that never suffices to govern a man will never suffice to save him; that which does not sufficiently distinguish one from a wicked world will never distinguish him from a perishing world.--howe. religion crowns the statesman and the man, sole source of public and of private peace. --young. a true religious instinct never deprived man of one single joy; mournful faces and a sombre aspect are the conventional affectations of the weak-minded.--hosea ballou. the source of all good and of all comfort.--burke. you may depend upon it, religion is, in its essence, the most gentlemanly thing in the world. it will _alone_ gentilize, if unmixed with cant; and i know nothing else that will _alone_.--s.t. coleridge. if we traverse the world, it is possible to find cities without walls, without letters, without kings, without wealth, without coin, without schools and theatres; but a city without a temple, or that practiseth not worship, prayer, and the like, no one ever saw.--plutarch. religion, if in heavenly truths attired, needs only to be seen to be admired. --cowper. ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.--shelley. leave the matter of religion to the family altar, the church, and the private school, supported entirely by private contributions; keep the church and the state forever apart.--u.s. grant. religion is the mortar that binds society together; the granite pedestal of liberty; the strong backbone of the social system.--guthrie. all belief which does not render more happy, more free, more loving, more active, more calm, is, i fear, an erroneous and superstitious belief.--lavater. never trust anybody not of sound religion, for he that is false to god can never be true to man.--lord burleigh. a man devoid of religion, is like a horse without a bridle.--from the latin. it is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.--walter scott. nowhere would there be consolation, if religion were not.--jacobi. a man with no sense of religious duty is he whom the scriptures describe in such terse but terrific language, as living "without god in the world." such a man is out of his proper being, out of the circle of all his duties, out of the circle of all his happiness, and away, far, far away, from the purposes of his creation.--webster. all who have been great and good without christianity, would have been much greater and better with it.--colton. there are a good many pious people who are as careful of their religion as of their best service of china, only using it on holy occasions, for fear it should get chipped or flawed in working-day wear.--douglas jerrold. wonderful! that the christian religion, which seems to have no other object than the felicity of another life, should also constitute the happiness of this.--montesquieu. pour the balm of the gospel into the wounds of bleeding nations. plant the tree of life in every soil, that suffering kingdoms may repose beneath its shade and feel the virtue of its healing leaves, till all the kindred of the human family shall be bound together in one common bond of amity and love, and the warrior shall be a character unknown but in the page of history.--thomas raffles. there are three modes of bearing the ills of life; by indifference, which is the most common; by philosophy, which is the most ostentatious; and by religion, which is the most effectual.--colton. a house without family worship has neither foundation nor covering. --mason. religion is the best armor in the world, but the worst cloak.--bunyan. a good name is better than precious ointment.--ecclesiastes : . i have lived long enough to know what i did not at one time believe--that no society can be upheld in happiness and honor without the sentiment of religion.--la place. of all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports. in vain would that man claim the tribute of patriotism, who should labor to subvert these great pillars of human happiness, these firmest props of the duties of men and citizens. and let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintained without religion. whatever may be conceded to the influence of refined education on minds of peculiar structure, reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of religious principle.--washington. "when i was young, i was sure of many things; there are only two things of which i am sure now; one is, that i am a miserable sinner; and the other, that jesus christ is an all sufficient saviour." he is well taught who gets these two lessons.--john newton. if we make religion our business, god will make it our blessedness. --h.g.j. adam. the call to religion is not a call to be better than your fellows, but to be better than yourself. religion is relative to the individual. --beecher. remembrance.--remembrance is the only paradise out of which we cannot be driven away.--richter. you can't order remembrance out of the mind; and a wrong that was a wrong yesterday must be a wrong to-morrow.--thackeray. i cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me. --shakespeare. remorse.--remorse is the punishment of crime; repentance, its expiation. the former appertains to a tormented conscience; the latter to a soul changed for the better.--joubert. remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, in every bosom where her nest is made, hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, and proves a raging scorpion in his breast. --cowper. we can prostrate ourselves in the dust when we have committed a fault, but it is not best to remain there.--chateaubriand. there is no man that is knowingly wicked but is guilty to himself; and there is no man that carries guilt about him but he receives a sting in his soul.--tillotson. repentance.--repentance, without amendment, is like continually pumping without mending the leak.--dilwyn. repentance is but another name for aspiration.--beecher. if you would be good, first believe that you are bad.--epictetus. repentance is a goddess and the preserver of those who have erred. --julian. some well-meaning christians tremble for their salvation, because they have never gone through that valley of tears and of sorrow, which they have been taught to consider as an ordeal that must be passed through before they can arrive at regeneration. to satisfy such minds, it may be observed, that the slightest sorrow for sin is sufficient, if it produce amendment, and that the greatest is insufficient, if it do not.--colton. let us be quick to repent of injuries while repentance may not be a barren anguish.--dr. johnson. our hearts must not only be broken with sorrow, but be broken from sin, to constitute repentance.--dewey. our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.--goldsmith. i will to-morrow, that i will, i will be sure to do it; to-morrow comes, to-morrow goes, and still thou art to do it. thus still repentance is deferred. from one day to another: until the day of death is come, and judgment is the other. --drexelius. as it is never too soon to be good, so it is never too late to amend: i will, therefore, neither neglect the time present, nor despair of the time past. if i had been sooner good, i might perhaps have been better; if i am longer bad, i shall, i am sure, be worse.--arthur warwick. repentance is heart's sorrow, and a clear life ensuing.--shakespeare. repose.--power rests in tranquillity.--cecil. have you known how to compose your manners? you have done a great deal more than he who has composed books. have you known how to take repose? you have done more than he who has taken cities and empires.--montaigne. repose without stagnation is the state most favorable to happiness. "the great felicity of life," says seneca, "is to be without perturbations."--bovee. there is no mortal truly wise and restless at once; wisdom is the repose of minds.--lavater. reproof.--if you have a thrust to make at your friend's expense, do it gracefully, it is all the more effective. some one says the reproach that is delivered with hat in hand is the most telling.--haliburton. the severest punishment suffered by a sensitive mind, for injury inflicted upon another, is the consciousness of having done it.--hosea ballou. no reproach is like that we clothe in a smile, and present with a bow.--lytton. reproof is a medicine like mercury or opium; if it be improperly administered, it will do harm instead of good.--horace mann. he had such a gentle method of reproving their faults that they were not so much afraid as ashamed to repeat them.--atterbury. reprove thy friend privately; commend him publicly.--solon. reputation.--the way to gain a good reputation is to endeavor to be what you desire to appear.--socrates. how many people live on the reputation of the reputation they might have made!--holmes. o, reputation! dearer far than life, thou precious balsam, lovely, sweet of smell, whose cordial drops once spilt by some rash hand, not all the owner's care, nor the repenting toil of the rude spiller, ever can collect to its first purity and native sweetness. --sewell. one may be better than his reputation or his conduct, but never better than his principles.--latÃ�na. reputation is what men and women think of us; character is what god and angels know of us.--thomas paine. if a man were only to deal in the world for a day, and should never have occasion to converse more with mankind, never more need their good opinion or good word, it were then no great matter (speaking as to the concernments of this world), if a man spent his reputation all at once, and ventured it at one throw; but if he be to continue in the world, and would have the advantage of conversation while he is in it, let him make use of truth and sincerity in all his words and actions; for nothing but this will last and hold out to the end.--tillotson. resignation.--resignation is the courage of christian sorrow. --professor vinet. if god send thee a cross, take it up willingly and follow him. use it wisely, lest it be unprofitable. bear it patiently, lest it be intolerable. if it be light, slight it not. if it be heavy, murmur not. after the cross is the crown.--quarles. "my will, not thine, be done," turned paradise into a desert. "thy will, not mine, be done," turned the desert into a paradise, and made gethsemane the gate of heaven.--pressensÃ�. with a sigh for what we have not, we must be thankful for what we have, and leave to one wiser than ourselves the deeper problems of the human soul and of its discipline.--gladstone. the lord gave, and the lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the lord.--job : . dare to look up to god and say: "deal with me in the future as thou wilt. i am of the same mind as thou art; i am thine. i refuse nothing that pleases thee. lead me where thou wilt; cloth me in any dress thou choosest."--epictetus. no cloud can overshadow a true christian but his faith will discern a rainbow in it.--bishop horne. let god do with me what he will, anything he will; and, whatever it be, it will be either heaven itself, or some beginning of it.--mountford. is it reasonable to take it ill, that anybody desires of us that which is their own? all we have is the almighty's; and shall not god have his own when he calls for it?--william penn. resolution.--he only is a well-made man who has a good termination. --emerson. do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose that you resolved to effect. --shakespeare. rest.--rest is a fine medicine. let your stomachs rest, ye dyspeptics; let your brain rest, you wearied and worried men of business; let your limbs rest, ye children of toil!--carlyle. absence of occupation is not rest. a mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd. --cowper. god giveth quietness at last.--whittier. of all our loving father's gifts i often wonder which is best, and cry: dear god, the one that lifts our soul from weariness to rest, the rest of silence--that is best. --mary clemmer. the word "rest" is not in my vocabulary.--horace greeley. retirement.--how much they err who, to their interest blind, slight the calm peace which from retirement flows!--mrs. tighe. nature i'll court in her sequester'd haunts, by mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove or cell; where the poised lark his evening ditty chaunts, and health, and peace, and contemplation dwell. --smollett. o, blest retirement! friend to life's decline-- how blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, a youth of labor with an age of ease! --goldsmith. full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. --gray. depart from the highway, and transplant thyself in some enclosed ground; for it is hard for a tree that stands by the wayside to keep her fruit till it be ripe.--st. chrysostom. exert your talents and distinguish yourself, and don't think of retiring from the world until the world will be sorry that you retire. i hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drives into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. let him come out as i do, and bark.--dr. johnson. the statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade pants for the refuge of some rural shade, where all his long anxieties forgot amid the charms of a sequester'd spot, or recollected only to gild o'er and add a smile to what was sweet before, he may possess the joys he thinks he sees, lay his old age upon the lap of ease, improve the remnant of his wasted span. and having lived a trifler, die a man. --cowper. but what, it may be asked, are the requisites for a life of retirement? a man may be weary of the toils and torments of business, and yet quite unfit for the tranquil retreat. without literature, friendship, and religion, retirement is in most cases found to be a dead, flat level, a barren waste, and a blank. neither the body nor the soul can enjoy health and life in a vacuum.--rusticus. riches.--riches exclude only one inconvenience,--that is, poverty. --dr. johnson. great abundance of riches cannot of any man be both gathered and kept without sin.--erasmus. riches, honors, and pleasures are the sweets which destroy the mind's appetite for its heavenly food; poverty, disgrace, and pain are the bitters which restore it.--bishop horne. a man's true wealth is the good he does in this world.--mohammed. superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. --shakespeare. he is rich whose income is more than his expenses; and he is poor whose expenses exceed his income.--la bruyÃ�re. no man can tell whether he is rich or poor by turning to his ledger. it is the heart that makes a man rich. he is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.--beecher. wealth is not his that has it, but his that enjoys it.--franklin. he that maketh haste to be rich shall not be innocent.--proverbs : . riches without charity are nothing worth. they are a blessing only to him who makes them a blessing to others.--fielding. sabbath.--the sunday is the core of our civilization, dedicated to thought and reverence. it invites to the noblest solitude and to the noblest society.--emerson. students of every age and kind, beware of secular study on the lord's day.--professor miller. a world without a sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like a summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. it is the joyous day of the whole week.--beecher. he who ordained the sabbath loved the poor.--o.w. holmes. scandal.--if there is any person to whom you feel dislike, that is the person of whom you ought never to speak.--cecil. there is a lust in man no charm can tame, of loudly publishing his neighbor's shame;-- on eagle's wings immortal scandals fly, while virtuous actions are but born and die. --ella louisa hervey. no one loves to tell of scandal except to him who loves to hear it. learn, then, to rebuke and check the detracting tongue by showing that you do not listen to it with pleasure.--st. jerome. let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice.--ephesians : . scepticism.--scepticism has never founded empires, established principles, or changed the world's heart. the great doers in history have always been men of faith.--chapin. scepticism is a barren coast, without a harbor or lighthouse.--beecher. freethinkers are generally those who never think at all.--sterne. i know not any crime so great that a man could contrive to commit as poisoning the sources of eternal truth.--dr. johnson. secrecy.--the secret known to two is no longer a secret.--ninon de lenclos. secrecy has been well termed the soul of all great designs. perhaps more has been effected by concealing our own intentions, than by discovering those of our enemy. but great men succeed in both. a woman can keep one secret,--the secret of her age.--voltaire. to tell your own secrets is generally folly, but that folly is without guilt; to communicate those with which we are intrusted is always treachery, and treachery for the most part combined with folly. --dr. johnson. to keep your secret is wisdom; but to expect others to keep it is folly.--holmes. to whom you betray your secret you sell your liberty.--franklin. he who trusts a secret to his servant makes his own man his master. --dryden. self-control.--he that ruleth his spirit is better than he that taketh a city.--proverbs : . what is the best government? that which teaches us to govern ourselves.--goethe. he who reigns within himself, and rules passions, desires, and fears, is more than a king.--milton. real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.--thomson. he is a fool who cannot be angry: but he is a wise man who will not.--english proverb. self-denial.--self-denial is the quality of which jesus christ set us the example.--ary scheffer. only the soul that with an overwhelming impulse and a perfect trust gives itself up forever to the life of other men, finds the delight and peace which such complete self-surrender has to give.--phillips brooks. self-denial is a virtue of the highest quality, and he who has it not, and does not strive to acquire it, will never excel in anything. --conybeare. the more a man denies himself the more he shall obtain from god. --horace. the worst education which teaches self-denial is better than the best which teaches everything else, and not that.--john sterling. selfishness.--selfishness is that detestable vice which no one will forgive in others, and no one is without in himself.--beecher. it is to be doubted whether he will ever find the way to heaven who desires to go thither alone.--feltham. take the selfishness out of this world and there would be more happiness than we should know what to do with.--h.w. shaw. we erect the idol self, and not only wish others to worship, but worship ourselves.--cecil. silence.--be silent, or say something better than silence.--pythagoras. god's poet is silence! his song is unspoken, and yet so profound, so loud, and so far, it fills you, it thrills you with measures unbroken, and as soft, and as fair, and as far as a star. --joaquin miller. silence is the safest course for any man to adopt who distrusts himself.--la rochefoucauld. if thou desire to be held wise, be so wise as to hold thy tongue. --quarles. as we must account for every idle word, so we must for every idle silence.--franklin. learn to hold thy tongue. five words cost zacharias forty weeks' silence.--fuller. silence is a virtue in those who are deficient in understanding. --bouhours. silence, when nothing need be said, is the eloquence of discretion. --bovee. silence does not always mark wisdom.--s.t. coleridge. even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise.--proverbs : . sin.--suffer anything from man, rather than sin against god.--sir henry vane. let him that sows the serpent's teeth not hope to reap a joyous harvest. every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, its own avenging angel,--dark misgivings at the inmost heart.--schiller. i could not live in peace if i put the shadow of a willful sin between myself and god.--george eliot. never let any man imagine that he can pursue a good end by evil means, without sinning against his own soul! any other issue is doubtful; the evil effect on himself is certain.--southey. many afflictions will not cloud and obstruct peace of mind so much as one sin: therefore, if you would walk cheerfully, be most careful to walk holily. all the winds about the earth make not an earthquake, but only that within.--archbishop leighton. think not for wrongs like these unscourged to live; long may ye sin, and long may heaven forgive; but when ye least expect, in sorrow's day, vengeance shall fall more heavy for delay. --churchill. sin is never at a stay; if we do not retreat from it, we shall advance in it; and the farther on we go, the more we have to come back.--barrow. other men's sins are before our eyes, our own are behind our back. --seneca. take steadily some one sin, which seems to stand out before thee, to root it out, by god's grace, and every fibre of it. purpose strongly, by the grace and strength of god, wholly to sacrifice this sin or sinful inclination to the love of god, to spare it not, until thou leave of it none remaining, neither root nor branch.--e.b. pusey. cast out thy jonah--every sleeping and secure sin that brings a tempest upon thy ship, vexation to thy spirit.--reynolds. use sin as it will use you; spare it not, for it will not spare you; it is your murderer, and the murderer of the whole world. use it, therefore, as a murderer should be used; kill it before it kills you; and though it brings you to the grave, as it did your head, it shall not be able to keep you there. you love not death; love not the cause of death.--baxter. sincerity.--i think you will find that people who honestly mean to be true really contradict themselves much more rarely than those who try to be "consistent."--holmes. if the show of any thing be good for any thing, i am sure sincerity is better; for why does any man dissemble, or seem to be that which he is not, but because he thinks it good to have such a quality as he pretends to?--tillotson. the only conclusive evidence of a man's sincerity is that he gives himself for a principle. words, money, all things else, are comparatively easy to give away; but when a man makes a gift of his daily life and practice, it is plain that the truth, whatever it may be, has taken possession of him.--lowell. private sincerity is a public welfare.--bartol. i hope i shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain, what i consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an "honest man."--washington. sincerity is to speak as we think, to do as we pretend and profess, to perform and make good what we promise, and really to be what we would seem and appear to be.--tillotson. let us then be what we are, and speak what we think, and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth, and the sacred professions of friendship.--longfellow. slander.--when will talkers refrain from evil-speaking? when listeners refrain from evil-hearing.--hare. never throw mud. you may miss your mark, but you must have dirty hands.--joseph parker. remember, when incited to slander, that it is only he among you who is without sin that may cast the first stone.--hosea ballou. slander, whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue out-venoms all the worms of nile; whose breath rides on the posting winds, and doth belie all corners of the world: kings, queens, and states, maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave this viperous slander enters. --shakespeare. nor do they trust their tongues alone, but speak a language of their own; can read a nod, a shrug, a look, far better than a printed book; convey a libel in a frown, and wink a reputation down; or, by the tossing of the fan, describe the lady and the man. --swift. those men who carry about and who listen to accusations, should all be hanged, if so it could be at my decision--the carriers by their tongues, the listeners by their ears.--plautus. oh! many a shaft, at random sent, finds mark the archer little meant; and many a word, at random spoken, may soothe or wound a heart that's broken. --walter scott. sleep.--one hour's sleep before midnight is worth two after.--fielding. god gives sleep to the bad, in order that the good may be undisturbed. --saadi. put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor; and so shall thy labor sweeten thy rest.--quarles. we sleep, but the loom of life never stops; and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up to-morrow. --beecher. heaven trims our lamps while we sleep.--alcott. there are many ways of inducing sleep,--the thinking of purling rills, or waving woods; reckoning of numbers; droppings from a wet sponge fixed over a brass pan, etc. but temperance and exercise answer much better than any of these succedaneums.--sterne. sleep is a generous thief; he gives to vigor what he takes from time. --elizabeth, queen of roumania. o sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole. --coleridge. society.--society is ever ready to worship success, but rarely forgives failure.--mme. roland. society is a troop of thinkers, and the best heads among them take the best places.--emerson. society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface.--washington irving. heaven forming each on other to depend, a master, or a servant, or a friend, bids each on other for assistance call, till one man's weakness grows the strength of all. wants, frailties, passions, closer still ally the common interest, or endear the tie. to these we owe true friendship, love sincere, each home-felt joy that life inherits here. --pope. every man depends on the quantity of sense, wit, or good manners he brings into society for the reception he meets with in it.--hazlitt. a man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.--beranger. man in society is like a flow'r, blown in its native bed. 'tis there alone his faculties expanded in full bloom shine out, there only reach their proper use. --cowper. there is a sort of economy in providence that one shall excel where another is defective, in order to make men more useful to each other, and mix them in society.--addison. society is composed of two great classes,--those who have more dinners than appetite, and those who have more appetite than dinners.--chamfort. success.--nothing is impossible to the man that can will. is that necessary? that shall be. this is the only law of success.--mirabeau. nothing succeeds so well as success.--talleyrand. to know how to wait is the great secret of success.--de maistre. the path of success in business is invariably the path of common-sense. nothwithstanding all that is said about "lucky hits," the best kind of success in every man's life is not that which comes by accident. the only "good time coming" we are justified in hoping for is that which we are capable of making for ourselves.--samuel smiles. the talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without a thought of fame. if it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.--longfellow. the surest way not to fail is to determine to succeed.--sheridan. the great highroad of human welfare lies along the old highway of steadfast well-doing; and they who are the most persistent, and work in the truest spirit, will invariably be the most successful; success treads on the heels of every right effort.--samuel smiles. it is possible to indulge too great contempt for mere success, which is frequently attended with all the practical advantages of merit itself, and with several advantages that merit alone can never command.--w.b. clulow. 'tis not in mortals to command success, but we'll do more, sempronius; we'll deserve it. --addison. if fortune wishes to make a man estimable, she gives him virtues; if she wishes to make him esteemed, she gives him success.--joubert. successful minds work like a gimlet,--to a single point.--bovee. if you wish success in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counselor, caution your elder brother, and hope your guardian genius.--addison. success does not consist in never making blunders, but in never making the same one the second time.--h.w. shaw. suicide.--bid abhorrence hiss it round the world.--young. god has appointed us captains of this our bodily fort, which, without treason to that majesty, are never to be delivered over till they are demanded.--sir p. sidney. to die in order to avoid the pains of poverty, love, or anything that is disagreeable, is not the part of a brave man, but of a coward. --aristotle. our time is fix'd; and all our days are number'd; how long, how short, we know not: this we know, duty requires we calmly wait the summons, nor dare to stir till heaven shall give permission. like sentries that must keep their destined stand, and wait th' appointed hour, till they're relieved, those only are the brave who keep their ground, and keep it to the last. --blair. suicide is not a remedy.--james a. garfield. beware of desperate steps. the darkest day, live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away. --cowper. the coward sneaks to death; the brave live on.--dr. george sewell. superstition.--i think we cannot too strongly attack superstition, which is the disturber of society; nor too highly respect genuine religion, which is the support of it.--rousseau. there is but one thing that can free a man from superstition, and that is belief. all history proves it. the most sceptical have ever been the most credulous.--george macdonald. superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. religion cannot pass away. the burning of a little straw may hide the stars of the sky; but the stars are there and will reappear.--carlyle. religion worships god, while superstition profanes that worship.--seneca. superstition is the only religion of which base souls are capable. --joubert. superstition always inspires littleness, religion grandeur of mind; the superstitious raises beings inferior to himself to deities.--lavater. the child taught to believe any occurrence a good or evil omen, or any day of the week lucky, hath a wide inroad made upon the soundness of his understanding.--dr. watts. superstition is a senseless fear of god; religion, the pious worship of god.--cicero. superstition renders a man a fool, and scepticism makes him mad. --fielding. i die adoring god, loving my friends, not hating my enemies, and detesting superstition.--voltaire. sympathy.--sympathy is the first great lesson which man should learn. it will be ill for him if he proceeds no farther; if his emotions are but excited to roll back on his heart, and to be fostered in luxurious quiet. but unless he learns to feel for things in which he has no personal interest, he can achieve nothing generous or noble.--talfourd. to commiserate is sometimes more than to give; for money is external to a man's self, but he who bestows compassion communicates his own soul.--mountford. a helping word to one in trouble is often like a switch on a railroad track,--but one inch between wreck and smooth-rolling prosperity. --beecher. the greatest pleasures of which the human mind is susceptible are the pleasures of consciousness and sympathy.--parke godwin. what gem hath dropp'd and sparkles o'er his chain? the tear most sacred, shed for other's pain, that starts at once--bright--pure--from pity's mine, already polish'd by the hand divine. --byron. sympathy is especially a christian duty.--spurgeon. tact.--grant graciously what you cannot refuse safely, and conciliate those you cannot conquer.--colton. a little management may often evade resistance, which a vast force might vainly strive to overcome. talent.--talent of the highest order, and such as is calculated to command admiration, may exist apart from wisdom.--robert hall. whatever you are from nature, keep to it; never desert your own line of talent. be what nature intended you for, and you will succeed; be anything else, and you will be ten thousand times worse than nothing. --sydney smith. talent without tact is only half talent.--horace greeley. talking.--though we have two eyes, we are supplied with but one tongue. draw your own moral.--alphonse karr. no great talker ever did any great thing yet, in this world.--ouida. if you light upon an impertinent talker, that sticks to you like a bur, to the disappointment of your important occasions, deal freely with him, break off the discourse, and pursue your business.--plutarch. what you keep by you, you may change and mend; but words once spoken can never be recalled. --roscommon. such as thy words are, such will thy affections be esteemed; and such will thy deeds as thy affections, and such thy life as thy deeds. --socrates. but far more numerous was the herd of such, who think too little, and who talk too much. --dryden. he who indulges in liberty of speech, will hear things in return which he will not like.--terence. the tongue is the instrument of the greatest good and the greatest evil that is done in the world.--sir walter raleigh. he who seldom speaks, and with one calm well-timed word can strike dumb the loquacious, is a genius or a hero.--lavater. a wise man reflects before he speaks; a fool speaks, and then reflects on what he has uttered.--from the french. those who have few affairs to attend to are great speakers. the less men think, the more they talk.--montesquieu. speaking much is a sign of vanity; for he that is lavish in words, is a niggard in deed.--sir walter raleigh. tears.--tears of joy are the dew in which the sun of righteousness is mirrored.--richter. there is a sacredness in tears. they are not the mark of weakness, but of power. they speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. they are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.--washington irving. the tear down childhood's cheek that flows, is like the dewdrop on the rose; when next the summer breeze comes by, and waves the bush, the flower is dry. --walter scott. shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.--aaron hill. tears may soothe the wounds they cannot heal.--thomas paine. hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.--aaron hill. tears are a good alterative, but a poor diet.--h.w. shaw. they that sow in tears shall reap in joy.--psalm : . every tear is a verse, and every heart is a poem.--marc andrÃ�. weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. --psalm : . temper.--the happiness and misery of men depend no less on temper than fortune.--la rochefoucauld. in vain he seeketh others to suppress, who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue. --spenser. with "gentleness" in his own character, "comfort" in his house, and "good temper" in his wife, the earthly felicity of man is complete. --from the german. nothing leads more directly to the breach of charity, and to the injury and molestation of our fellow-creatures, than the indulgence of an ill temper.--blair. too many have no idea of the subjection of their temper to the influence of religion, and yet what is changed, if the temper is not? if a man is as passionate, malicious, resentful, sullen, moody, or morose after his conversion as before it, what is he converted from or to?--john angell james. if we desire to live securely, comfortably, and quietly, that by all honest means we should endeavor to purchase the good will of all men, and provoke no man's enmity needlessly; since any man's love may be useful, and every man's hatred is dangerous.--isaac barrow. a sunny temper gilds the edges of life's blackest cloud.--guthrie. temperance.--temperance puts wood on the fire, meal in the barrel, flour in the tub, money in the purse, credit in the country, contentment in the house, clothes on the back, and vigor in the body.--franklin. fools! not to know how far an humble lot exceeds abundance by injustice got; how health and temperance bless the rustic swain, while luxury destroys her pamper'd train. --hesiod. men live best on moderate means: nature has dispensed to all men wherewithal to be happy, if mankind did but understand how to use her gifts.--claudian. temperance is a virtue which casts the truest lustre upon the person it is lodged in, and has the most general influence upon all other particular virtues of any that the soul of man is capable of; indeed so general, that there is hardly any noble quality or endowment of the mind, but must own temperance either for its parent or its nurse; it is the greatest strengthener and clearer of reason, and the best preparer of it for religion, the sister of prudence, and the handmaid to devotion.--dean south. it is all nonsense about not being able to work without ale and cider and fermented liquors. do lions and cart-horses drink ale?--sydney smith. temperance is a bridle of gold; he who uses it rightly, is more like a god than a man.--burton. except thou desire to hasten thine end, take this for a general rule, that thou never add any artificial heat to thy body by wine or spice. --sir walter raleigh. drinking water neither makes a man sick, nor in debt, nor his wife a widow.--john neal. moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.--fuller. if you wish to keep the mind clear and the body healthy, abstain from all fermented liquors.--sydney smith. though i look old, yet i am strong and lusty, for in my youth i never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.--shakespeare. temptation.--'tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall. --shakespeare. some temptations come to the industrious, but all temptations attack the idle.--spurgeon. if men had only temptations to great sins, they would always be good; but the daily fight with little ones accustoms them to defeat.--richter. better shun the bait than struggle in the snare.--dryden. every temptation is an opportunity of our getting nearer to god. --j.q. adams. when a man resists sin on human motives only, he will not hold out long.--bishop wilson. we must not willfully thrust ourselves into the mouth of danger, or draw temptations upon us. such forwardness is not resolution, but rashness; nor is it the fruit of a well-ordered faith, but an overdaring presumption.--king. but satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor. --pope. god is better served in resisting a temptation to evil than in many formal prayers.--william penn. watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation.--matthew : . thought.--thought is the first faculty of man; to express it is one of his first desires; to spread it, his dearest privilege.--abbÃ� raynal. those who have finished by making all others think with them, have usually been those who began by daring to think with themselves.--colton. our brains are seventy year clocks. the angel of life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hands of the angel of the resurrection.--holmes. thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears; to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. --wordsworth. in matters of conscience first thoughts are best, in matters of prudence last thoughts are best.--robert hall. man thinks, and at once becomes the master of the beings that do not think.--buffon. nurture your mind with great thoughts. to believe in the heroic makes heroes.--disraeli. thinking leads man to knowledge. he may see and hear, and read and learn, as much as he please; he will never know any of it, except that which he has thought over, that which by thinking he has made the property of his mind. is it then saying too much if i say, that man by thinking only becomes truly man? take away thought from man's life, and what remains?--pestalozzi. one thought cannot awake without awakening others.--marie ebner-eschenbach. thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.--hare. a man would do well to carry a pencil in his pocket, and write down the thoughts of the moment. those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable, and should be secured, because they seldom return.--bacon. every pure thought is a glimpse of god.--c.a. bartol. speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.--rivarol. learning without thought is labor lost.--confucius. the three foundations of thought: perspicuity, amplitude and justness. the three ornaments of thought: clearness, correctness and novelty. --catherall. as he thinketh in his heart, so is he.--proverbs : . time.--time is like money; the less we have of it to spare, the further we make it go.--h.w. shaw. youth is not rich in time, it may be poor; part with it as with money, sparing; pay no moment but in purchase of its worth; and what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell. --young. redeem the misspent time that's past, and live this day as 'twere thy last. --ken. time, the cradle of hope, but the grave of ambition, is the stern corrector of fools, but the salutary counselor of the wise, bringing all they dread to the one, and all they desire to the other.--colton. the time which passes over our heads so imperceptibly makes the same gradual change in habits, manners and character, as in personal appearance. at the revolution of every five years we find ourselves another and yet the same;--there is a change of views, and no less of the light in which we regard them; a change of motives as well as of action.--walter scott. let me therefore live as if every moment were to be my last.--seneca. the great rule of moral conduct is, next to god, to respect time. --lavater. lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. no reward is offered, for they are gone forever!--horace mann. as every thread of gold is valuable, so is every minute of time.--mason. no person will have occasion to complain of the want of time, who never loses any.--thomas jefferson. make use of time, if thou valuest eternity. yesterday cannot be recalled; to-morrow cannot be assured; to-day only is thine, which, if thou procrastinatest, thou losest; which loss is lost forever.--jeremy taylor. he is a good time-server that improves the present for god's glory and his own salvation.--thomas fuller. our lives are either spent in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing to the purpose, or in doing nothing that we ought to do. we are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end to them.--seneca. time is given us that we may take care for eternity; and eternity will not be too long to regret the loss of our time if we have misspent it.--fÃ�nelon. time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.--hawthorne. dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.--franklin. toleration.--let us be very gentle with our neighbors' failings, and forgive our friends their debts as we hope ourselves to be forgiven. --thackeray. there is nothing to do with men but to love them; to contemplate their virtues with admiration, their faults with pity and forbearance, and their injuries with forgiveness.--dewey. tolerance is the only real test of civilization.--arthur helps. it requires far more of constraining love of christ to love our cousins and neighbors as members of the heavenly family than to feel the heart warm to our suffering brethren in tuscany and madeira. --elizabeth charles. if thou canst not make thyself such an one as thou wouldst, how canst thou expect to have another in all things to thy liking?--thomas Ã� kempis. the religion that fosters intolerance needs another christ to die for it.--beecher. let us often think of our own infirmities, and we shall become indulgent toward those of others.--fÃ�nelon. has not god borne with you these many years? be ye tolerant to others.--hosea ballou. travel.--a traveler without observation is a bird without wings.--saadi. he who never leaves his country is full of prejudices.--carlo goldoni. railway traveling is not traveling at all; it is merely being sent to a place, and very little different from becoming a parcel.--ruskin. to roam giddily, and be everywhere but at home, such freedom doth a banishment become.--donne. the use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.--dr. johnson. he travels safest in the dark who travels lightest.--cortes. usually speaking, the worst-bred person in company is a young traveler just returned from abroad.--swift. trust.--i think we may safely trust a good deal more than we do. --thoreau. trust with a child-like dependence upon god, and you shall fear no evil, for be assured that even "if the enemy comes in like a flood" the spirit of the lord will lift up a standard against him. while at that dread hour, when the world cannot help you, when all the powers of nature are in vain, yea, when your heart and your flesh shall fail you, you will be enabled still to rely with peace upon him who has said "i will be the strength of thy heart and thy portion for ever." --h. blunt. to be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.--george macdonald. whoso trusteth in the lord, happy is he.--proverbs : . truth.--there is no right faith in believing what is true, unless we believe it because it is true.--whately. truth crushed to earth shall rise again; the eternal years of god are hers; but error, wounded, writhes with pain, and dies among his worshipers. --bryant. truth is simple, requiring neither study nor art.--ammian. and all the people then shouted, and said, great is truth, and mighty above all things.--esdras. i do not know what i may appear to the world, but to myself i seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smooth pebble, or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.--newton. for truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be lov'd needs only to be seen. --dryden. without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.--walter scott. truth is violated by falsehood, and it may be equally outraged by silence.--ammian. truth is always consistent with itself, and needs nothing to help it out. it is always near at hand, and sits upon our lips, and is ready to drop out before we are aware; whereas a lie is troublesome, and sets a man's invention upon the rack; and one trick needs a great many more to make it good.--tillotson. you need not tell all the truth, unless to those who have a right to know it; but let all you tell be truth.--horace mann. no pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth.--bacon. nothing from man's hands, nor law, nor constitution, can be final. truth alone is final.--charles sumner. the greatest friend of truth is time; her greatest enemy is prejudice; and her constant companion is humility.--colton. i have seldom known any one who deserted truth in trifles that could be trusted in matters of importance.--paley. bodies are cleansed by water; the mind is purified by truth.--horace mann. search for the truth is the noblest occupation of man; its publication, a duty.--mme. de stael. truth is one; and, in all lands beneath the sun, whoso hath eyes to see may see the tokens of its unity. --whittier. truth is the shortest and nearest way to our end, carrying us thither in a straight line.--tillotson. the expression of truth is simplicity.--seneca. what we have in us of the image of god is the love of truth and justice.--demosthenes. truth should be the first lesson of the child and the last aspiration of manhood; for it has been well said that the inquiry of truth, which is the love-making of it, the knowledge of truth, which is the presence of it, and the belief of truth, which is the enjoying of it, is the sovereign good of human nature.--whittier. the firmest and noblest ground on which people can live is truth; the real with the real; a ground on which nothing is assumed, but where they speak and think and do what they must, because they are so and not otherwise.--emerson. unhappiness.--the most unhappy of all men is he who believes himself to be so.--henry home. a perverse temper and fretful disposition will, wherever they prevail render any state of life whatsoever unhappy.--cicero. what do people mean when they talk about unhappiness? it is not so much unhappiness as impatience that from time to time possesses men, and then they choose to call themselves miserable.--goethe. vanity.--all men are selfish, but the vain man is in love with himself. he admires, like the lover his adored one, everything which to others is indifferent.--auerbach. there is no limit to the vanity of this world. each spoke in the wheel thinks the whole strength of the wheel depends upon it.--h.w. shaw. every man has just as much vanity as he wants understanding.--pope. vanity is the natural weakness of an ambitious man, which exposes him to the secret scorn and derision of those he converses with, and ruins the character he is so industrious to advance by it.--addison. an egotist will always speak of himself, either in praise or in censure; but a modest man ever shuns making himself the subject of his conversation.--la bruyÃ�re. vanity is the foundation of the most ridiculous and contemptible vices--the vices of affectation and common lying.--adam smith. vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.--shakespeare. there is no restraining men's tongues or pens when charged with a little vanity.--washington. vanity makes men ridiculous, pride odious and ambition terrible.--steele. it is our own vanity that makes the vanity of others intolerable to us.--la rochefoucauld. vanity is a strange passion; rather than be out of a job it will brag of its vices.--h.w. shaw. extreme vanity sometimes hides under the garb of ultra modesty. --mrs. jameson. she neglects her heart who too closely studies her glass.--lavater. verily, every man at his best state is altogether vanity.--psalm : . vice.--vice has more martyrs than virtue; and it often happens that men suffer more to be lost than to be saved.--colton. the vicious obey their passions, as slaves do their masters.--diogenes. a few vices are sufficient to darken many virtues.--plutarch. vice stings us, even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us, even in our pains.--colton. one sin another doth provoke.--shakespeare. what maintains one vice would bring up two children.--franklin. vice and virtue chiefly imply the relation of our actions to men in this world; sin and holiness rather imply their relation to god and the other world.--dr. watts. he that has energy enough in his constitution to root out a vice should go a little farther, and try to plant in a virtue in its place, otherwise he will have his labor to renew.--colton. vices that are familiar we pardon, and only new ones reprehend. --publius syrus. this is the essential evil of vice: it debases a man.--chapin. vice is a monster of so frightful mien, as, to be hated, needs but to be seen; yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, we first endure, then pity, then embrace. --pope. vicious actions are not hurtful because they are forbidden, but forbidden because they are hurtful.--franklin. virtue.--virtue has many preachers, but few martyrs.--helvetius. virtue alone is sweet society, it keeps the key to all heroic hearts, and opens you a welcome in them all. --emerson. the virtue of a man ought to be measured not by his extraordinary exertions, but by his every-day conduct.--pascal. virtue consisteth of three parts,--temperance, fortitude, and justice.--epicurus. virtue maketh men on the earth famous, in their graves illustrious, in the heavens immortal.--child. when we pray for any virtue, we should cultivate the virtue as well as pray for it; the form of your prayers should be the rule of your life.--jeremy taylor. to be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.--sir p. sidney. virtue is everywhere the same, because it comes from god, while everything else is of men.--voltaire. o let us still the secret joy partake, to follow virtue even for virtue's sake. --pope. well may your heart believe the truths i tell; 'tis virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell. --collins. the only impregnable citadel of virtue is religion; for there is no bulwark of mere morality which some temptation may not overtop, or undermine and destroy.--sir p. sidney. virtue is not to be considered in the light of mere innocence, or abstaining from harm; but as the exertion of our faculties in doing good.--bishop butler. what nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, the soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, is virtue's prize. --pope. live virtuously, my lord, and you cannot die too soon, nor live too long.--lady rachel russell. if you can be well without health, you can be happy without virtue. --burke. recommend to your children virtue; that alone can make happy, not gold.--beethoven. i would be virtuous for my own sake, though nobody were to know it; as i would be clean for my own sake, though nobody were to see me. --shaftesbury. know then this truth, enough for man to know, virtue alone is happiness below. --pope. an effort made with ourselves for the good of others, with the intention of pleasing god alone.--bernardin de st. pierre. good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.--cowper. our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital. --j. petit-senn. do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. god made a million spears of grass where he made one tree. the earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but with grasses. only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero nor a saint.--beecher. want.--how few our real wants, and how vast our imaginary ones!--lavater. we are ruined, not by what we really want, but by what we think we do; therefore never go abroad in search of your wants; if they be real wants, they will come home in search of you; for he that buys what he does not want, will soon want what he cannot buy.--colton. where necessity ends, curiosity begins; and no sooner are we supplied with everything that nature can command, than we sit down to contrive artificial appetites.--dr. johnson. hundreds would never have known want if they had not first known waste.--spurgeon. constantly choose rather to want less, than to have more.--thomas Ã� kempis. every one is the poorer in proportion as he has more wants, and counts not what he has, but wishes only what he has not.--manilius. if any one say that he has seen a just man in want of bread, i answer that it was in some place where there was no other just man. --st. clement. it is not from nature, but from education and habits, that our wants are chiefly derived.--fielding. war.--war will never yield but to the principles of universal justice and love; and these have no sure root but in the religion of jesus christ.--channing. most of the debts of europe represent condensed drops of blood.--beecher. battles are never the end of war; for the dead must be buried and the cost of the conflict must be paid.--james a. garfield. a wise minister would rather preserve peace than gain a victory, because he knows that even the most successful war leaves nations generally more poor, always more profligate, than it found them.--colton. war is a crime which involves all other crimes.--brougham. to be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of preserving peace.--washington. war is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous sweet is the smell of powder.--longfellow. although a soldier by profession, i have never felt any fondness for war, and i have never advocated it except as a means of peace. --u.s. grant. i prefer the hardest terms of peace to the most just war.--c.j. fox. take my word for it, if you had seen but one day of war, you would pray to almighty god that you might never see such a thing again. --wellington. war, even in the best state of an army, with all the alleviations of courtesy and honor, with all the correctives of morality and religion, is nevertheless so great an evil, that to engage in it without a clear necessity is a crime of the blackest dye. when the necessity is clear, it then becomes a crime to shrink from it.--southey. waste.--waste cannot be accurately told, though we are sensible how destructive it is. economy, on the one hand, by which a certain income is made to maintain a man genteelly; and waste, on the other, by which on the same income another man lives shabbily, cannot be defined. it is a very nice thing; as one man wears his coat out much sooner than another, we cannot tell how.--dr. johnson. wealth.--wealth, after all, is a relative thing, since he that has little, and wants less, is richer than he that has much, but wants more.--colton. riches are gotten with pain, kept with care, and lost with grief. the cares of riches lie heavier upon a good man than the inconveniences of an honest poverty.--l'estrange. seek not proud wealth; but such as thou mayest get justly, use soberly, distribute cheerfully, and leave contentedly.--bacon. conscience and wealth are not always neighbors.--massinger. he that will not permit his wealth to do any good to others while he is living, prevents it from doing any good to himself when he is dead; and by an egotism that is suicidal, and has a double edge, cuts himself off from the truest pleasure here, and the highest happiness hereafter.--colton. it is far more easy to acquire a fortune like a knave than to expend it like a gentleman.--colton. the pulpit and the press have many commonplaces denouncing the thirst for wealth, but if men should take these moralists at their word, and leave off aiming to be rich, the moralists would rush to rekindle at all hazards this love of power in the people, lest civilization should be undone.--emerson. wealth is not acquired, as many persons suppose, by fortunate speculations and splendid enterprises, but by the daily practice of industry, frugality, and economy. he who relies upon these means will rarely be found destitute, and he who relies upon any other will generally become bankrupt.--wayland. there is a burden of care in getting riches, fear in keeping them, temptation in using them, guilt in abusing them, sorrow in losing them, and a burden of account at last to be given up concerning them.--matthew henry. what does competency in the long run mean? it means, to all reasonable beings, cleanliness of person, decency of dress, courtesy of manners, opportunities for education, the delights of leisure, and the bliss of giving.--whipple. the way to wealth is as plain as the road to market. it depends chiefly on two words,--industry and frugality.--franklin. wealth brings noble opportunities, and competence is a proper object of pursuit; but wealth, and even competence, may be bought at too high a price. wealth itself has no moral attribute. it is not money, but the love of money, which is the root of all evil. it is the relation between wealth and the mind and the character of its possessor which is the essential thing.--hillard. let us not envy some men their accumulated riches; their burden would be too heavy for us; we could not sacrifice, as they do, health, quiet, honor, and conscience, to obtain them: it is to pay so dear for them, that the bargain is a loss.--la bruyÃ�re. it is only when the rich are sick, that they fully feel the impotence of wealth.--colton. to purchase heaven has gold the power? can gold remove the mortal hour? in life can love be bought with gold? are friendship's pleasures to be sold? no--all that's worth a wish--a thought, fair virtue gives unbribed, unbought. cease then on trash thy hopes to bind, let nobler views engage thy mind. --dr. johnson. wife.--the good wife is none of our dainty dames, who love to appear in a variety of suits every day new; as if a good gown, like a stratagem in war, were to be used but once. but our good wife sets up a sail according to the keel of her husband's estate; and if of high parentage, she doth not so remember what she was by birth, that she forgets what she is by match.--fuller. all other goods by fortune's hand are given, a wife is the peculiar gift of heaven. --pope. a good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man,--his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; her voice is sweet music, her smiles his brightest day, her kiss the guardian of his innocence, her arms the pale of his safety, her industry his surest wealth, her economy his safest steward, her lips his faithful counselors, her bosom the softest pillow of his care.--jeremy taylor. she is not made to be the admiration of everybody, but the happiness of one.--burke. nothing can be more touching than to behold a soft and tender female, who had been all weakness and dependence, and alive to every trivial roughness while treading the prosperous paths of life, suddenly rising in mental force to be the comforter and supporter of her husband under misfortune, and abiding with unshrinking firmness the bitterest blast of adversity.--washington irving. thy wife is a constellation of virtues, she's the moon, and thou art the man in the moon.--congreve. for nothing lovelier can be found in woman, than to study household good, and good works in her husband to promote. --milton. what is there in the vale of life half so delightful as a wife; when friendship, love and peace combine to stamp the marriage-bond divine? --cowper. o woman! thou knowest the hour when the goodman of the house will return, when the heat and burden of the day are past; do not let him at such time, when he is weary with toil and jaded with discouragement, find upon his coming to his habitation that the foot which should hasten to meet him is wandering at a distance, that the soft hand which should wipe the sweat from his brow is knocking at the door of other houses.--washington irving. wisdom.--it is more easy to be wise for others than for ourselves. --la rochefoucauld. the clouds may drop down titles and estates, both may seek us; but wisdom must be sought.--young. true wisdom is to know what is best worth knowing, and to do what is best worth doing.--humphreys. happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth understanding: for the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold. she is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her. length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honor. her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. she is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her; and happy is every one that retaineth her.--prov. : - . the fool is willing to pay for anything but wisdom. no man buys that of which he supposes himself to have an abundance already.--simms. where the eye of pity weep, and the sway of passion sleeps, where the lamp of faith is burning, and the ray of hope returning, where the "still small voice" within whispers not of wrath or sin, resting with the righteous dead-- beaming o'er the drooping head-- comforting the lowly mind, wisdom dwelleth--seek and find. the first point of wisdom is to discern that which is false; the second, to know that which is true.--lactantius. seek wisdom where it may be found. seek it in the knowledge of god, the holy, the just and the merciful god, as revealed to us in the gospel; of him who is just, and yet the justifier of them that believe in jesus.--archdeacon raikes. wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. --wordsworth. he who learns the rules of wisdom, without conforming to them in his life, is like a man who labored in his fields, but did not sow.--saadi. wisdom is to the mind what health is to the body.--la rochefoucauld. as whole caravans may light their lamps from one candle without exhausting it, so myriads of tribes may gain wisdom from the great book without impoverishing it.--rabbi ben-azai. wisdom is the only thing which can relieve us from the sway of the passions and the fear of danger, and which can teach us to bear the injuries of fortune itself with moderation, and which shows us all the ways which lead to tranquillity and peace.--cicero. wisdom consists not in seeing what is directly before us, but in discerning those things which may come to pass.--terence. that man strangely mistakes the manner of spirit he is of who knows not that peaceableness, and gentleness, and mercy, as well as purity, are inseparable characteristics of the wisdom that is from above; and that christian charity ought never to be sacrificed even for the promotion of evangelical truth.--bishop mant. so teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.--psalm : . wit.--i fear nothing so much as a man who is witty all day long. --madame de sÃ�vignÃ�. witticisms never are agreeable, which are injurious to others.--from the latin. man could direct his ways by plain reason, and support his life by tasteless food; but god has given us wit and flavor and brightness and laughter and perfumes, to enliven the days of man's pilgrimage, and to "charm his pained steps over the burning marle."--sydney smith. wit, without wisdom, is salt without meat; and that is but a comfortless dish to set a hungry man down to.--bishop horne. wit consists in assembling, and putting together with quickness, ideas in which can be found resemblance and congruity, by which to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy.--locke. there is many a man hath more hair than wit.--shakespeare. you beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; knock as you please, there's nobody at home. --pope. wit does not take the place of knowledge.--vauvenargues. to place wit before good sense is to place the superfluous before the necessary.--m. de montlosier. woman.--honor to women! they twine and weave the roses of heaven into the life of man; it is they that unite us in the fascinating bonds of love; and, concealed in the modest veil of the graces, they cherish carefully the external fire of delicate feeling with holy hands. --schiller. the world was sad!--the garden was a wild! and man, the hermit, sigh'd--till woman smiled. --campbell. a young man rarely gets a better vision of himself than that which is reflected from a true woman's eyes; for god himself sits behind them. --j.g. holland. o, if the loving, closed heart of a good woman should open before a man, how much controlled tenderness, how many veiled sacrifices and dumb virtues, would he see reposing therein?--richter. seek to be good, but aim not to be great; a woman's noblest station is retreat; her fairest virtues fly from public sight; domestic worth,--that shuns too strong a light. --lord lyttleton. nature sent women into the world with this bridal dower of love, for this reason, that they might be, what their destination is, mothers, and love children, to whom sacrifices must ever be offered and from whom none are to be obtained.--richter. a woman's whole life is a history of the affections. the heart is her world; it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. she sends forth her sympathies on adventure, she embarks her whole soul in the traffic of affection; and, if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless, for it is a bankruptcy of the heart.--washington irving. a woman impudent and mannish grown is not more loath'd than an effeminate man. --shakespeare. what's a table richly spread, without a woman at its head? --t. wharton. o woman! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light quivering aspen made; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou! --walter scott. the modest virgin, the prudent wife, or the careful matron, are much more serviceable in life, than petticoated philosophers, blustering heroines, or virago queens. she who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes.--goldsmith. if the heart of a man is depress'd with cares, the mist is dispell'd when a woman appears. --gay. women are a new race, recreated since the world received christianity. --beecher. not she with trait'rous kiss her saviour stung, not she denied him with unholy tongue; she, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, last at his cross, and earliest at his grave. --e.s. barrett. o loving woman, man's fulfillment, sweet, completing him not otherwise complete! how void and useless the sad remnant left were he of her, his nobler part, bereft. --abraham coles. as the vine which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunderbolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs; so it is beautifully ordered by providence, that woman, who is the mere dependent and ornament of man in his happier hours, should be his stay and solace when smitten with sudden calamity; winding herself into the rugged recesses of his nature, tenderly supporting the drooping head, and binding up the broken heart.--washington irving. women in health are the hope of the nation. men who exercise a controlling influence--the master spirits--with a few exceptions, have had country-born mothers. they transmit to their sons those traits of character--moral, intellectual, and physical--which give stability to institutions, and promote order, security, and justice.--dr. j.v.c. smith. man has subdued the world, but woman has subdued man. mind and muscle have won his victories; love and loveliness have gained hers. no monarch has been so great, no peasant so lowly, that he has not been glad to lay his best at the feet of a woman.--gail hamilton. american ladies are known abroad for two distinguishing traits (besides, possibly, their beauty and self-reliance), and these are their ill-health and their extravagant devotion to dress.--abba goold woolson. where is the man who has the power and skill to stem the torrent of a woman's will? for if she will, she will, you may depend on't, and if she won't, she won't, and there's an end on't. i have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortune. those disasters which break down the spirit of a man and prostrate him in the dust seem to call forth all the energies of the softer sex, and give such intrepidity and elevation to their character, that at times it approaches to sublimity.--washington irving. to feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself will always be the text of the life of women.--balzac. all a woman has to do in this world is contained within the duties of a daughter, a sister, a wife and a mother.--steele. i have always said it--nature meant to make woman its master-piece. --lessing. the christian religion alone contemplates the conjugal union in the order of nature; it is the only religion which presents woman to man as a companion; every other abandons her to him as a slave. to religion alone do european women owe their liberty.--st. pierre. nature has given women two painful but heavenly gifts, which distinguish them, and often raise them above human nature,--compassion and enthusiasm. by compassion, they devote themselves; by enthusiasm they exalt themselves.--lamartine. the brain women never interest us like the heart women; white roses please less than red.--holmes. there is nothing by which i have, through life, more profited than by the just observations, the good opinion, and the sincere and gentle encouragement of amiable and sensible women.--romilly. words.--a soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.--proverbs : . my words fly up, my thoughts remain below, words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. --shakespeare. we should be as careful of our words as of our actions, and as far from speaking ill as from doing ill.--cicero. immodest words admit of no defence, for want of decency is want of sense. --earl of roscommon. who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?--job : . it is with a word as with an arrow: the arrow once loosed does not return to the bow; nor a word to the lips.--abdel-kader. words are often seen hunting for an idea, but ideas are never seen hunting for words.--h.w. shaw. i hate anything that occupies more space than it is worth. i hate to see a load of bandboxes go along the street, and i hate to see a parcel of big words without anything in them.--hazlitt. pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.--proverbs : . men who have much to say use the fewest words.--h.w. shaw. what you keep by you you may change and mend; but words once spoken can never be recalled.--roscommon. if you do not wish a man to do a thing, you had better get him to talk about it; for the more men talk, the more likely they are to do nothing else.--carlyle. it would be well for us all, old and young, to remember that our words and actions, ay, and our thoughts also, are set upon never-stopping wheels, rolling on and on unto the pathway of eternity.--m.m. brewster. "words, words, words!" says hamlet, disparagingly. but god preserve us from the destructive power of words! there are words which can separate hearts sooner than sharp swords. there are words whose sting can remain through a whole life!--mary howitt. a word spoken in due season, how good is it!--proverbs : , . work.--get work. be sure it is better than what you work to get.--mrs. browning. no man is happier than he who loves and fulfills that particular work for the world which falls to his share. even though the full understanding of his work, and of its ultimate value, may not be present with him; if he but love it--always assuming that his conscience approves--it brings an abounding satisfaction.--leo w. grindon. nothing is impossible to industry.--periander. in work consists the true pride of life; grounded in active employment, though early ardor may abate, it never degenerates into indifference, and age lives in perennial youth. life is a weariness only to the idle, or where the soul is empty.--leo w. grindon. this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat.--ii thess. : . if you do not wish for his kingdom do not pray for it. but if you do you must do more than pray for it, you must work for it.--ruskin. no man is born into the world whose work is not born with him. there is always work, and tools to work withal, for those who will; and blessed are the horny hands of toil.--lowell. i doubt if hard work, steadily and regularly carried on, ever yet hurt anybody.--lord stanley. women are certainly more happy in this than we men: their employments occupy a smaller portion of their thoughts, and the earnest longing of the heart, the beautiful inner life of the fancy, always commands the greater part.--schleiermacher. on bravely through the sunshine and the showers! time hath his work to do, and we have ours. --emerson. we enjoy ourselves only in our work, our doing; and our best doing is our best enjoyment.--jacobi. the modern majesty consists in work. what a man can do is his greatest ornament, and he always consults his dignity by doing it.--carlyle. work, according to my feeling, is as much of a necessity to man as eating and sleeping. even those who do nothing which to a sensible man can be called work, still imagine that they are doing something. the world possesses not a man who is an idler in his own eyes.--wilhelm von humboldt. it is not work that kills men; it is worry. work is healthy; you could hardly put more upon a man than he can bear. worry is rust upon the blade. it is not the revolution that destroys the machinery, but the friction.--beecher. world.--the world is a country which nobody ever yet knew by description; one must travel through it one's self to be acquainted with it. the scholar, who in the dust of his closet talks or writes of the world, knows no more of it than that orator did of war, who judiciously endeavored to instruct hannibal in it.--chesterfield. to know the world, not love her, is thy point; she gives but little, nor that little long. --young. i am not at all uneasy that i came into, and have so far passed my course in this world; because i have so lived in it that i have reason to believe i have been of some use to it; and when the close comes, i shall quit life as i would an inn, and not as a real home. for nature appears to me to have ordained this station here for us, as a place of sojournment, a transitory abode only, and not as a fixed settlement or permanent habitation.--cicero. the world is a fine thing to save, but a wretch to worship.--george macdonald. the world is a bride superbly dressed; who weds her, for a dowry must pay his soul.--hafiz. o who would trust this world, or prize what's in it, that gives and takes, and chops and changes, ev'ry minute? --quarles. this world is god's world, after all.--charles kingsley. there is another and a better world.--kotzebue. god, we are told, looked upon the world after he had created it and pronounced it good; but ascetic pietists, in their wisdom, cast their eyes over it, and substantially pronounce it a dead failure, a miserable production, a poor concern.--bovee. the only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.--locke. take this as a most certain expedient to prevent many afflictions, and to be delivered from them: meddle as little with the world, and the honors, places and advantages of them, as thou canst. and extricate thyself from them as much, and as quickly as possible.--fuller. there is no knowledge for which so great a price is paid as a knowledge of the world; and no one ever became an adept in it except at the expense of a hardened or wounded heart.--lady blessington. a good man and a wise man may at times be angry with the world, at times grieved for it; but be sure no man was ever discontented with the world who did his duty in it.--southey. thou must content thyself to see the world so imperfect as it is. thou wilt never have any quiet if thou vexest thyself, because thou canst not bring mankind to that exact notion of things and rule of life which thou hast formed in thy own mind.--fuller. i am glad to think i am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that god appoints.--jean ingelow. everybody in this world wants watching, but nobody more than ourselves.--h.w. shaw. o what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth, under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed and days well spent. --longfellow. trust not the world, for it never payeth that it promiseth. --st. augustine. worship.--the act of divine worship is the inestimable privilege of man, the only created being who bows in humility and adoration.--hosea ballou. it is for the sake of man, not of god, that worship and prayers are required; not that god may be rendered more glorious, but that man may be made better,--that he may be confirmed in a proper sense of his dependent state, and acquire those pious and virtuous dispositions in which his highest improvement consists.--blair. lord, let us to thy gates repair to hear the gladdening sound, that we may find salvation there, while yet it may be found. there let us joy and comfort reap; there teach us how to pray, for grace to choose, and strength to keep the strait, the narrow way. and so increase our love for thee, that all our future days may one continued sabbath be of gratitude and praise. --oke. remember that god will not be mocked; that it is the heart of the worshiper which he regards. we are never safe till we love him with our whole heart whom we pretend to worship.--bishop henshawe. the best way of worshiping god is in allaying the distress of the times and improving the condition of mankind.--abulfazzi. youth.--the strength of opening manhood is never so well employed as in practicing subserviency to god's revealed will; it lends a grace and a beauty to religion, and produces an abundant harvest.--bishop mant. he who cares only for himself in youth will be a very niggard in manhood, and a wretched miser in old age.--j. hawes. unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.--hare. youth, enthusiasm, and tenderness are like the days of spring. instead of complaining, o my heart, of their brief duration, try to enjoy them.--rÃ�ckert. every period of life has its peculiar temptations and dangers. but youth is the time when we are most likely to be ensnared. this, pre-eminently, is the forming, fixing period, the spring season of disposition and habit; and it is during this season, more than any other, that the character assumes its permanent shape and color, and the young are wont to take their course for time and for eternity. --j. hawes. the best rules to form a young man are, to talk little, to hear much, to reflect alone upon what has passed in company, to distrust one's own opinions, and value others' that deserve it.--sir w. temple. remember now thy creator in the days of thy youth.--ecclesiastes : . what we sow in youth we reap in age; the seed of the thistle always produces the thistle.--j.t. fields. i love the acquaintance of young people; because, in the first place, i do not like to think myself growing old. in the next place, young acquaintances must last longest, if they do last; and then, sir, young men have more virtue than old men; they have more generous sentiments in every respect.--dr. johnson. girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be.--goethe. reckless youth makes rueful age.--franklin. oh! the joy of young ideas painted on the mind, in the warm glowing colors fancy spreads on objects not yet known, when all is new, and all is lovely. --hannah more. in the lexicon of youth which fate reserves for a bright manhood, there is no such word as fail.--lytton. if the world does improve on the whole, yet youth must always begin anew, and go through the stages of culture from the beginning.--goethe. young men think old men fools, and old men know young men to be so.--dr. metcalf. as i approve of a youth, that has something of the old man in him, so i am no less pleased with an old man, that has something of the youth.--cicero. youth is not the era of wisdom; let us therefore have due consideration.--rivarol. zeal.--motives by excess reverse their very nature and instead of exciting, stun and stupefy the mind.--coleridge. nothing has wrought more prejudice to religion, or brought more disparagement upon truth, than boisterous and unseasonable zeal.--barrow. through zeal knowledge is gotten, through lack of zeal knowledge is lost; let a man who knows this double path of gain and loss thus place himself that knowledge may grow.--buddha. zealous men are ever displaying to you the strength of their belief, while judicious men are showing you the grounds of it.--shenstone. he that does a base thing in zeal for his friend burns the golden thread that ties their hearts together.--jeremy taylor. never let your zeal outrun your charity. the former is but human, the latter is divine.--hosea ballou. it is a coal from god's altar must kindle our fire; and without fire, true fire, no acceptable sacrifice.--william penn. every deviation from the rules of charity and brotherly love, of gentleness and forbearance, of meekness and patience, which our lord prescribes to his disciples, however it may appear to be founded on an attachment to him and zeal for his service, is in truth a departure from the religion of him, "the son of man," who "came not to destroy men's lives, but to save them."--bishop mant. violent zeal for truth has a hundred to one odds to be either petulancy, ambition, or pride.--swift. zeal without knowledge is like expedition to a man in the dark.--newton. zeal, unless it be rightly guided, when it endeavors the most busily to please god, forceth upon him those unseasonable offices which please him not.--hooker. we do that in our zeal our calmer moments would be afraid to answer. --scott. * * * * * transcriber's notes: the following have been changed from the original book: publius syrius (twice) changed to: publius syrus (for consistency). a shining glass, that fadeth suddenly; changed to a shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly; (typo). proverbs : changed to proverbs : (correct verse). none none none none none casanova quotes and images from the memoirs of casanova the memoirs of casanova by jacques casanova de seingalt a man never argues well except when his purse is well filled accepted the compliment for what it was worth accomplice of the slanderer advantages of a great sorrow is that nothing else seems painful age, that cruel and unavoidable disease all women, dear leah are for sale all-powerful lever, gold alms given in public are sure to be accompanied by vanity anger and reason do not belong to the same family angry man always thinks himself right at my age i could not be allowed to have any opinions augurs could never look at each other without laughing awkward or miserly, and therefore unworthy of love axiom that "neglected right is lost right" beauty is the only unpardonable offence in your eyes beauty without wit offers love nothing bed is a capital place to get an appetite best plan in this world is to be astonished at nothing beware of the man of one book calumnies are easy to utter but hard to refute cherishing my grief clever man deceives by telling the truth commissaries of chastity confession contempt of life could tell a good story without laughing criticism only grazed the skin and never wounded deeply delights are in proportion to the privations we have suffered desire is only kept alive by being denied desire to make a great fuss like a great man despair which is not without some sweetness despised ignoramus becomes an enemy diminish the tale of your years instead of increasing it distance is relative divinities--novelty and singularity do not mind people believing anything, provided it is not true do their duty, and to live in peace and sweet ignorance economy in pleasure is not to my taste emotion is infectious essence of freedom consists in thinking you have it everything hung from an if exercise their reason to avoid the misfortunes which they fear fanaticism, no matter of what nature, is only the plague fatal desire for luxury and empty show spoils all favourite passion has always been vengeance first motive is always self-interest foolish enough to write the truth for in the night, you know, all cats are grey for is love anything else than a kind of curiosity? fortune flouts old age found him greater at a distance than close at hand gave the cardinal de rohan the famous necklace girl who gave nothing must take nothing give yourself up to whatever fate offers to you, government ought never to destroy ancient customs abruptly groans, and prayers, and blasphemies happiness is purely a creature of the imagination happiness is not lasting--nor is man happy or unhappy from a merely cursory inspection happy ignorance! happy age when one's inexperience is one's sole misfortune hasty verses are apt to sacrifice wit to rhyme he won't be uneasy--he is a philosopher hobbes: of two evils choose the least honest old man will not believe in the existence of rascals idle questions which are commonly addressed to a traveller if this and if that, and every other if if i could live my life over again if history did not lie ignorance is bliss ignorant, who talk about everything right or wrong imagine that what they feel themselves others must feel it is only fools who complain it's too much for honour and too little for love jealousy leads to anger, and anger goes a long way knowing that he would not be regretted after his death last thing which we learn in all languages is wit laugh out of season let not thy right hand know what thy left hand doeth lie a sufficient number of times, one ends by believing it light come, light go love always makes men selfish look on everything we don't possess as a superfluity love fills our minds with idle visions love makes no conditions made a point of forgetting everything unpleasant made a parade of his atheism man needs so little to console him or to soothe his grief marriage without enjoyment is a thorn without roses marriage state, for which i felt i had no vocation married a rich wife, he repented of having married at all mere beauty does not go for much most trifling services are assessed at the highest rates my spirit and my desires are as young as ever my time was too short to write so little mystical insinuations negligent attire never to pass an opinion on any subject never wearied himself with too much thinking nobody read his books, but everybody agreed he was learned 'non' is equal to giving the lie now i am too old to begin curing myself obscenity disgusts, and never gives pleasure oh! wonderful power of self-delusion one never knows enough owed all its merits to antithesis and paradox pardonable weakness, most of us prefer "mine" to "thine" passing infidelity, but not inconstancy passion and prejudice cannot reason people did not want to know things as they truly were people want to know everything, and they invent pigmies mimicking a giant pity to sell cheaply what would have to be replaced dearly pleasures are realities, though all too fleeting pope, whom no roman can believe to be infallible post-masters prejudices which had the sanction of the law pride is the daughter of folly privately indulged in every luxury that he forbade to others privilege of a nursing mother promising everlasting constancy proud nation, at once so great and so little quacks rather be your debtor than for you to be mine read when i am gone reading innumerable follies one finds written in such places repentance for a good deed reproached by his wife for the money he had expended rid of our vices more easily than of our follies rome the holy, which thus strives to make all men pederasts rumour is only good to amuse fools sad symptom of misery which is called a yawn sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection scold and then forgive scrupulously careful not to cheat you in small things seldom praised and never blamed selfishness, then, the universal motor of our actions? shewed his contempt by saying nothing sin concealed is half pardoned sleep--the very likeness of non-existence snatching from poor mortal man the delusions soften the hardships of the slow but certain passage to the grave stupid servant is more dangerous than a bad one 'sublata lucerna nullum discrimen inter feminas' submissive gaze of a captive who glories in his chain surface is always the first to interest talent of never appearing to be a learned man taste and feeling tell me whether that contempt of life renders you worthy of it there is no cure for death there's time enough for that time that is given to enjoyment is never lost time that destroys marble and brass destroys also the very memory time is a great teacher timidity is often another word for stupidity to know ill is worse than not to know at all vengeance is a divine pleasure verses which, like parasites, steal into a funeral oration victims of their good faith wash their dirty linen in private what is love? when we can feel pity, we love no longer when one is in an ill humour, everything is fuel for the fire whims of the mob and the fancies of the republic wife worthy of being a mistress wiser if they were less witty wish is father to the thought wit cannot stand before stupidity woman has in her tears a weapon women are always as old as they look women would be either tyrants or slaves women often do the most idiotic things out of sheer obstinacy world of memories, without a present and without a future would like to shape the laws according to their needs wretch treats me so kindly that i love him more and more "beautiful thoughts" from henry drummond arranged by elizabeth cureton {project gutenberg editorial note: many quotes from "the greatest thing in the world" did not provide a page number.} the invisible things of god from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made.--rom. i. . to my dear friend helen m. archibald this book is affectionately inscribed. preface. my first thought of writing out this little book of brief selections sprang from the desire to assist a dear friend to enjoy the author's helpful books. the epigrammatic style lends itself to quotation. taste of the spring brings the traveller back to the same fountain on a day of greater leisure. many times these "beautiful thoughts" have enlightened my darkness, and i send them forth with a hope and prayer that they may find echo in other hearts. e. c. january st. christianity wants nothing so much in the world as sunny people, and the old are hungrier for love than for bread, and the oil of joy is very cheap, and if you can help the poor on with a garment of praise it will be better for them than blankets. the programme of christianity, p. . january d. no one who knows the content of christianity, or feels the universal need of a religion, can stand idly by while the intellect of his age is slowly divorcing itself from it. natural law, preface, p. january d. a science without mystery is unknown; a religion without mystery is absurd. however far the scientific method may penetrate the spiritual world, there will always remain a region to be explored by a scientific faith. natural law, introduction, p. . january th. among the mysteries which compass the world beyond, none is greater than how there can be in store for man a work more wonderful, a life more god-like than this. the programme of christianity, p. . january th. the spiritual life is the gift of the living spirit. the spiritual man is no mere development of the natural man. he is a new creation born from above. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . january th. love is success, love is happiness, love is life. god is love. therefore love. the greatest thing in the world. january th. give me the charity which delights not in exposing the weakness of others, but "covereth all things." the greatest thing in the world. january th. there is a sense of solidity about a law of nature which belongs to nothing else in the world. here, at last, amid all that is shifting, is one thing sure; one thing outside ourselves, unbiassed, unprejudiced, uninfluenced by like or dislike, by doubt or fear. . . . this more than anything else makes one eager to see the reign of law traced in the spiritual sphere. natural law, preface, p. . january th. with nature as the symbol of all of harmony and beauty that is known to man, must we still talk of the supernatural, not as a convenient word, but as a different order of world, . . . where the reign of mystery supersedes the reign of law? natural law, introduction, p. . january th. the reign of law has gradually crept into every department of nature, transforming knowledge everywhere into science. the process goes on, and nature slowly appears to us as one great unity, until the borders of the spiritual world are reached. natural law, introduction, p. . january th. no single fact in science has ever discredited a fact in religion. natural law, introduction, p. . january th. i shall never rise to the point of view which wishes to "raise" faith to knowledge. to me, the way of truth is to come through the knowledge of my ignorance to the submissiveness of faith, and then, making that my starting-place, to raise my knowledge into faith. natural law, introduction, p. . quotation from beck: bib. psychol. january th. if the purification of religion comes from science, the purification of science, in a deeper sense, shall come from religion. natural law, introduction, p. . january th. with the demonstration of the naturalness of the supernatural, scepticism even may come to be regarded as unscientific. and those who have wrestled long for a few bare truths to ennoble life and rest their souls in thinking of the future will not be left in doubt. natural law, introduction, p. . january th. the religion of jesus has probably always suffered more from those who have misunderstood than from those who have opposed it. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . january th. it is impossible to believe that the amazing successions of revelations in the domain of nature, during the last few centuries, at which the world has all but grown tired wondering, are to yield nothing for the higher life. natural law, introduction, p. . january th. is life not full of opportunities for learning love? every man and woman every day has a thousand of them. greatest thing in the world. january th. what is science but what the natural world has said to natural men? what is revelation but what the spiritual world has said to spiritual men? natural law, bio-genesis, p. . january th. life depends upon contact with life. it cannot spring up out of itself. it cannot develop out of anything that is not life. there is no spontaneous generation in religion any more than in nature. christ is the source of life in the spiritual world; and he that hath the son hath life, and he that hath not the son, whatever else he may have, hath not life. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . january th. it is a wonderful thing that here and there in this hard, uncharitable world, there should still be left a few rare souls who think no evil. greatest thing in the world. january st. the physical laws may explain the inorganic world; the biological laws may account for the development of the organic. but of the point where they meet, of that strange borderland between the dead and the living, science is silent. it is as if god had placed everything in earth and heaven in the hands of nature, but reserved a point at the genesis of life for his direct appearing. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . january d. except a mineral be born "from above"--from the kingdom just above it--it cannot enter the kingdom just above it. and except a man be born "from above," by the same law, he cannot enter the kingdom just above him. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . january d. if we try to influence or elevate others, we shall soon see that success is in proportion to their belief of our belief in them. greatest thing in the world. january th. the world is not a play-ground; it is a school-room. life is not a holiday, but an education. and the one eternal lesson for us all is how better we can love. greatest thing in the world. january th what a noble gift it is, the power of playing upon the souls and wills of men, and rousing them to lofty purposes and holy deeds. greatest thing in the world. january th. the test of religion, the final test of religion, is not religiousness, but love. greatest thing in the world. january th. there are not two laws of bio-genesis, one for the natural, the other for the spiritual; one law is for both. where-ever there is life, life of any kind, this same law holds. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . january th. the first step in peopling these worlds with the appropriate living forms is virtually miracle. nor in one case is there less of mystery in the act than in the other. the second birth is scarcely less perplexing to the theologian than the first to the embryologist. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . january th. there may be cases--they are probably in the majority-- where the moment of contact with the living spirit, though sudden, has been obscure. but the real moment and the conscious moment are two different things. science pronounces nothing as to the conscious moment. if it did, it would probably say that that was seldom the real moment-- the moment of birth in the natural world is not a conscious moment--we do not know we are born till long afterward. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . january th. the stumbling-block to most minds is perhaps less the mere existence of the unseen than the want of definition, the apparently hopeless vagueness, and not least, the delight in this vagueness as mere vagueness by some who look upon this as the mark of quality in spiritual things. it will be at least something to tell earnest seekers that the spiritual world is not a castle in the air, of an architecture unknown to earth or heaven, but a fair ordered realm furnished with many familiar things and ruled by well-remembered laws. natural law, introduction, p. . january st. character grows in the stream of the world's life. that chiefly is where men are to learn love. the greatest thing in the world. february st. if a man does not exercise his arm he develops no biceps muscle; and if a man does not exercise his soul, he acquires no muscle in his soul, no strength of character, no vigour of moral fibre, nor beauty of spiritual growth. the greatest thing in the world. february d. a religion without mystery is an absurdity. even science has its mysteries, none more inscrutable than around this science of life. it taught us sooner or later to expect mystery, and now we enter its domain. let it be carefully marked, however, that the cloud does not fall and cover us till we have ascertained the most momentous truth of religion-- that christ is in the christian. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . february d. religion in having mystery is in analogy with all around it. where there is exceptional mystery in the spiritual world it will generally be found that there is a corresponding mystery in the natural world. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . february th. even to earnest minds the difficulty of grasping the truth at all has always proved extreme. philosophically, one scarcely sees either the necessity or the possibility of being born again. why a virtuous man should not simply grow better and better until in his own right he enter the kingdom of god is what thousands honestly and seriously fail to understand. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . february th. lavish love upon our equals, where it is very difficult, and for whom perhaps we each do least of all. the greatest thing in the world. february th. spiritual life is not something outside ourselves. the idea is not that christ is in heaven and that we can stretch out some mysterious faculty and deal with him there. this is the vague form in which many conceive the truth, but it is contrary to christ's teaching and to the analogy of nature. life is definite and resident; and spiritual life is not a visit from a force, but a resident tenant in the soul. natural law, bio-genesis, p. . february th. if we neglect almost any of the domestic animals, they will rapidly revert to wild and worthless forms. now, the same thing exactly would happen in the case of you or me. why should man be an exception to any of the laws of nature? natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. the law of reversion to type runs through all creation. if a man neglect himself for a few years he will change into a worse and a lower man. if it is his body that he neglects, he will deteriorate into a wild and bestial savage. . . . if it is his mind, it will degenerate into imbecility and madness. . . . if he neglect his conscience, it will run off into lawlessness and vice. or, lastly, if it is his soul, it must inevitably atrophy, drop off in ruin and decay. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. three possibilities of life, according to science, are open to all living organisms--balance, evolution, and degeneration. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. the life of balance is difficult. it lies on the verge of continual temptation, its perpetual adjustments become fatiguing, its measured virtue is monotonous and uninspiring. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. more difficult still, apparently, is the life of ever upward growth. most men attempt it for a time, but growth is slow; and despair overtakes them while the goal is far away. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. degeneration is easy. why is it easy? why but that already in each man's very nature this principle is supreme? he feels within his soul a silent drifting motion impelling him downward with irresistible force. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. this is degeneration--that principle by which the organism, failing to develop itself, failing even to keep what it has got, deteriorates, and becomes more and more adapted to a degraded form of life. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. it is a distinct fact by itself, which we can hold and examine separately, that on purely natural principles the soul that is left to itself unwatched, uncultivated, unredeemed, must fall away into death by its own nature. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. if a man find the power of sin furiously at work within him, dragging his whole life downward to destruction, there is only one way to escape his fate--to take resolute hold of the upward power, and be borne by it to the opposite goal. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. neglect does more for the soul than make it miss salvation. it despoils it of its capacity for salvation. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. give pleasure. lose no chance in giving pleasure. for that is the ceaseless and anonymous triumph of a truly loving spirit. greatest thing in the world. february th. if there were uneasiness there might be hope. if there were, somewhere about our soul, a something which was not gone to sleep like all the rest; if there were a contending force anywhere; if we would let even that work instead of neglecting it, it would gain strength from hour to hour, and waken up, one at a time, each torpid and dishonoured faculty, till our whole nature became alive with strivings against self, and every avenue was open wide for god. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. where is the capacity for heaven to come from if it be not developed on earth? where, indeed, is even the smallest appreciation of god and heaven to come from when so little of spirituality has ever been known or manifested here? natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. men tell us sometimes there is no such thing as an atheist. there must be. there are some men to whom it is true that there is no god. they cannot see god because they have no eye. they have only an abortive organ, atrophied by neglect. natural law, degeneration, p. . february st. escape means nothing more than the gradual emergence of the higher being from the lower, and nothing less. it means the gradual putting off of all that cannot enter the higher state, or heaven, and simultaneously the putting on of christ. it involves the slow completing of the soul and the development of the capacity for god. natural law, degeneration, p. . february d. if, then, escape is to be open to us, it is not to come to us somehow, vaguely. we are not to hope for anything startling or mysterious. it is a definite opening along certain lines which are definitely marked by god, which begin at the cross of christ, and lead direct to him. natural law, degeneration, p. . february d. each man, in the silence of his own soul, must work out this salvation for himself with fear and trembling--with fear, realizing the momentous issues of his task; with trembling, lest, before the tardy work be done, the voice of death should summon him to stop. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. so cultivate the soul that all its powers will open out to god, and in beholding god be drawn away from sin. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. there is a sense of sight in the religious nature. neglect this, leave it undeveloped, and you never miss it. you simply see nothing. but develop it and you see god. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. become pure in heart. the pure in heart shall see god. here, then, is one opening for soul-culture--the avenue through purity of heart to the spiritual seeing of god. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th. there is a sense of sound. neglect this, leave it undeveloped, and you never miss it. develop it, and you hear god. and the line along which to develop it is known to us. obey christ. natural law, degeneration, p. . february th he who loves will rejoice in the truth, rejoice not in what he has been taught to believe; not in this church's doctrine or in that; not in this issue, or in that issue; but "in the truth." he will accept only what is real; he will strive to get at facts; he will search for truth with a humble and unbiassed mind, and cherish whatever he finds at any sacrifice. the greatest thing in the world. march st. "consider the lilies of the field how they grow." christ made the lilies and he made me--both on the same broad principle. both together, man and flower . . .; but as men are dull at studying themselves. he points to this companion-phenomenon to teach us how to live a free and natural life, a life which god will unfold for us, without our anxiety, as he unfolds the flower. natural law, growth, p. . march d. our efforts after christian growth seem only a succession of failures, and, instead of rising into the beauty of holiness, our life is a daily heart-break and humiliation. natural law, growth, p. . march d. the lilies grow, christ says, of themselves; they toil not, neither do they spin. they grow, that is, automatically, spontaneously, without trying, without fretting, without thinking. natural law, growth, p. . march th. violent efforts to grow are right in earnestness, but wholly wrong in principle. there is but one principle of growth both for the natural and spiritual, for animal and plant, for body and soul. for all growth is an organic thing. and the principle of growing in grace is once more this, "consider the lilies how they grow." natural law, growth, p. . march th. earnest souls who are attempting sanctification by struggle, instead of sanctification by faith, might be spared much humiliation by learning the botany of the sermon on the mount. natural law, growth, p. . march th. there is only one thing greater than happiness in the world, and that is holiness; and it is not in our keeping; but what god has put in our power is the happiness of those about us, and that is largely to be secured by our being kind to them. the greatest thing in the world. march th. we have all felt the brazenness of words without emotion, the hollowness, the unaccountable unpersuasiveness of eloquence behind which lies no love. the greatest thing in the world. march th. patience; kindness; generosity; humility; courtesy; unselfishness; good-temper; guilelessness; sincerity--these make up the supreme gift, the stature of the perfect man. the greatest thing in the world. march th. we hear much of love to god; christ spoke much of love to man. we make a great deal of peace with heaven; christ spoke much of peace on earth. the greatest thing in the world. march th. if god is spending work upon a christian, let him be still and know that it is god. and if he wants work, he will find it there--in the being still. natural law, growth, p. . march th. if the amount of energy lost in trying to grow were spent in fulfilling rather the conditions of growth, we should have many more cubits to show for our stature. natural law, growth, p. . march th. the conditions of growth, then, and the inward principle of growth being both supplied by nature, the thing man has to do, the little junction left for him to complete, is to apply the one to the other. he manufactures nothing; he earns nothing; he need be anxious for nothing; his one duty is to be in these conditions, to abide in them, to allow grace to play over him, to be still and know that this is god. natural law, growth, p. . march th. a man will often have to wrestle with his god--but not for growth. the christian life is a composed life. the gospel is peace. yet the most anxious people in the world are christians--christians who misunderstand the nature of growth. life is a perpetual self-condemning because they are not growing. natural law, growth, p. . march th. all the work of the world is merely a taking advantage of energies already there. natural law, growth, p. . march th. religion is not a strange or added thing; but the inspiration of the secular life, the breathing of an eternal spirit through this temporal world. the greatest thing in the world. march th. the stature of the lord jesus was not itself reached by work, and he who thinks to approach its mystical height by anxious effort is really receding from it. natural law, growth, p. . march th. for the life must develop out according to its type; and being a germ of the christ-life, it must unfold into a christ. natural law, growth, p. . march th. the sneer at the godly man for his imperfections is ill-judged. a blade is a small thing. at first it grows very near the earth. it is often soiled and crushed and downtrodden. but it is a living thing,. . . and "it doth not yet appear what it shall be." natural law, growth, p. . march th. christ's protest is not against work, but against anxious thought. natural law, growth, p. . march th. if god is adding to our spiritual stature, unfolding the new nature within us, it is a mistake to keep twitching at the petals with our coarse fingers. we must seek to let the creative hand alone. "it is god which giveth the increase." natural law, growth, p. . march st. love is patience. this is the normal attitude of love; love passive, love waiting to begin; not in a hurry; calm; ready to do its work when the summons comes, but meantime wearing the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. the greatest thing in the world. march d. have you ever noticed how much of christ's life was spent in doing kind things? the greatest thing in the world. march d. i wonder why it is we are not all kinder than we are! how much the world needs it. how easily it is done. how instantaneously it acts. how infallibly it is remembered. how superabundantly it pays itself back --for there is no debtor in the world so honourable, so superbly honourable as love. the greatest thing in the world. march th. to love abundantly is to live abundantly, and to love forever is to live forever. hence, eternal life is inextricably bound up with love. the greatest thing in the world. march th. man is a mass of correspondences, and because of these, because he is alive to countless objects and influences to which lower organisms are dead, he is the most living of all creatures. natural law, death, p. . march th. all organisms are living and dead--living to all within the circumference of their correspondences, dead to all beyond. . . . until man appears there is no organism to correspond with the whole environment. natural law, death, p. . march th. is man in correspondence with the whole environment or is he not? . . . he is not. of men generally it cannot be said that they are in living contact with that part of the environment which is called the spiritual world. natural law, death, p. . march th. the animal world and the plant world are the same world. they are different parts of one environment. and the natural and spiritual are likewise one. natural law, death, p. . march th. what we have correspondence with, that we call natural; what we have little or no correspondence with, that we call spiritual. natural law, death, p. . march th. those who are in communion with god live, those who are not are dead. natural law, death, p. . march st. this earthly mind may be of noble calibre, enriched by culture, high-toned, virtuous, and pure. but if it know not god? what though its correspondences reach to the stars of heaven or grasp the magnitudes of time and space? the stars of heaven are not heaven. space is not god. natural law, death, p. . april st. we do not picture the possessor of this carnal mind as in any sense a monster. we have said he may be high-toned, virtuous, and pure. the plant is not a monster because it is dead to the voice of the bird; nor is he a monster who is dead to the voice of god. the contention at present simply is that he is dead. natural law, death, p. . april d. what is the creed of the agnostic, but the confession of the spiritual numbness of humanity? natural law, death, p. . april d. the nescience of the agnostic philosophy is the proof from experience that to be carnally minded is death. natural law, p. . april th. the christian apologist never further misses the mark than when he refuses the testimony of the agnostic to himself. when the agnostic tells me he is blind and deaf, dumb, torpid, and dead to the spiritual world, i must believe him. jesus tells me that. paul tells me that. science tells me that. he knows nothing of this outermost circle; and we are compelled to trust his sincerity as readily when he deplores it as if, being a man without an ear, he professed to know nothing of a musical world, or being without taste, of a world of art. natural law, death, p. . april th. it brings no solace to the unspiritual man to be told he is mistaken. to say he is self-deceived is neither to compliment him nor christianity. he builds in all sincerity who raises his altar to the unknown god. he does not know god. with all his marvellous and complex correspondences, he is still one correspondence short. natural law, death, p. . april th. only one thing truly need the christian envy, the large, rich, generous soul which "envieth not." the greatest thing in the world. april th. whenever you attempt a good work you will find other men doing the same kind of work, and probably doing it better. envy them not. the greatest thing in the world. april th. i say that man believes in a god, who feels himself in the presence of a power which is not himself, and is immeasurably above himself, a power in the contemplation of which he is absorbed, in the knowledge of which he finds safety and happiness. natural law, death, p. . april th. what men deny is not a god. it is the correspondence. the very confession of the unknowable is itself the dull recognition of an environment beyond themselves, and for which they feel they lack the correspondence. it is this want that makes their god the unknown god. and it is this that makes them dead. natural law, death, p. . april th. god is not confined to the outermost circle of environment, he lives and moves and has his being in the whole. those who only seek him in the further zone can only find a part. the christian who knows not god in nature, who does not, that is to say, correspond with the whole environment, most certainly is partially dead. natural law, death, p. . april th. after you have been kind, after love has stolen forth into the world and done its beautiful work, go back into the shade again and say nothing about it. the greatest thing in the world. april th. the absence of the true light means moral death. the darkness of the natural world to the intellect is not all. what history testifies to is, first the partial, and then the total eclipse of virtue that always follows the abandonment of belief in a personal god. natural law, death, p. . april th. the only greatness is unselfish love. . . . there is a great difference between trying to please and giving pleasure. the greatest thing in the world. april th. the conception of a god gives an altogether new colour to worldliness and vice. worldliness it changes into heathenism, vice into blasphemy. the carnal mind, the mind which is turned away from god, which will not correspond with god--this is not moral only but spiritual death. and sin, that which separates from god, which disobeys god, which can not in that state correspond with god--this is hell. natural law, death, p. . april th. if sin is estrangement from god, this very estrangement is death. it is a want of correspondence. if sin is selfishness, it is conducted at the expense of life. its wages are death--"he that loveth his life," said christ, "shall lose it." natural law, death, p. . april th. obviously if the mind turns away from one part of the environment it will only do so under some temptation to correspond with another. this temptation, at bottom, can only come from one source--the love of self. the irreligious man's correspondences are concentrated upon himself. he worships himself. self-gratification rather than self-denial; independence rather than submission--these are the rules of life. and this is at once the poorest and the commonest form of idolatry. natural law, p. . april th. you will find . . . that the people who influence you are people who believe in you. the greatest thing in the world. april th. the development of any organism in any direction is dependent on its environment. a living cell cut off from air will die. a seed-germ apart from moisture and an appropriate temperature will make the ground its grave for centuries. human nature, likewise, is subject to similar conditions. it can only develop in presence of its environment. no matter what its possibilities may be, no matter what seeds of thought or virtue, what germs of genius or of art, lie latent in its breast, until the appropriate environment present itself the correspondence is denied, the development discouraged, the most splendid possibilities of life remain unrealized, and thought and virtue, genius and art, are dead. natural law, p. . april th. the true environment of the moral life is god. here conscience wakes. here kindles love. duty here becomes heroic; and that righteousness begins to live which alone is to live forever. but if this atmosphere is not, the dwarfed soul must perish for mere want of its native air. and its death is a strictly natural death. it is not an exceptional judgment upon atheism. in the same circumstances, in the same averted relation to their environment, the poet, the musician, the artist, would alike perish to poetry, to music, and to art. natural law, p. . april th. every environment is a cause. its effect upon me is exactly proportionate to my correspondence with it. if i correspond with part of it, part of myself is influenced. if i correspond with more, more of myself is influenced; if with all, all is influenced. if i correspond with the world, i become worldly; if with god, i become divine. natural law, death, p. . april st. you can dwarf a soul just as you can dwarf a plant, by depriving it of a full environment. such a soul for a time may have a "name to live." its character may betray no sign of atrophy. but its very virtue somehow has the pallor of a flower that is grown in darkness, or as the herb which has never seen the sun, no fragrance breathes from its spirit. natural law, p. . april d. i shall pass through this world but once. any good thing, therefore, that i can do, or any kindness that i can show to any human being, let me do it now. let me not defer it or neglect it, for i shall not pass this way again. the greatest thing in the world. april d. there is no happiness in having and getting, but only in giving . . . half the world is on the wrong scent in the pursuit of happiness. the greatest thing in the world. april th. no form of vice, not worldliness, not greed of gold, not drunkenness itself, does more to un-christianize society than evil temper. the greatest thing in the world. april th. how many prodigals are kept out of the kingdom of god by the unlovely character of those who profess to be inside! the greatest thing in the world. april th. a want of patience, a want of kindness, a want of generosity, a want of courtesy, a want of unselfishness, are all instantaneously symbolized in one flash of temper. the greatest thing in the world. april th. souls are made sweet not by taking the acid fluids out, but by putting something in--a great love, a new spirit--the spirit of christ. the greatest thing in the world. april th. christ, the spirit of christ, interpenetrating ours, sweetens, purifies, transforms all. this only can eradicate what is wrong, work a chemical change, renovate and regenerate, and rehabilitate the inner man. will-power does not change men. time does not change men. christ does. the greatest thing in the world. april th guilelessness is the grace for suspicious people. and the possession of it is the great secret of personal influence. you will find, if you think for a moment, that the people who influence you are people who believe in you. in an atmosphere of suspicion men shrivel up; but in that atmosphere they expand, and find encouragement and educative fellowship. the greatest thing in the world. april th. do not quarrel . . . with your lot in life. do not complain of its never-ceasing cares, its petty environment, the vexations you have to stand, the small and sordid souls you have to live and work with. the greatest thing in the world. may st. the moment the new life is begun there comes a genuine anxiety to break with the old. for the former environment has now become embarrassing. it refuses its dismissal from consciousness. it competes doggedly with the new environment for a share of the correspondences. and in a hundred ways the former traditions, the memories and passions of the past, the fixed associations and habits of the earlier life, now complicate the new relation. the complex and bewildered soul, in fact, finds itself in correspondence with two environments, each with urgent but yet incompatible claims. it is a dual soul living in a double world, a world whose inhabitants are deadly enemies, and engaged in perpetual civil war. natural law, mortification, p. . may d. how can the new life deliver itself from the still-persistent past? a ready solution of the difficulty would be to die. . . . if we cannot die altogether, . . . the most we can do is to die as much as we can. . . . to die to any environment is to withdraw correspondence with it, to cut ourselves off, so far as possible, from all communication with it. so that the solution of the problem will simply be this, for the spiritual life to reverse continuously the processes of the natural life. natural law, mortification, p. . may d. the spiritual man having passed from death unto life, the natural man must next proceed to pass from life unto death. having opened the new set of correspondences, he must deliberately close up the old. regeneration in short must be accompanied by degeneration. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. the peculiar feature of death by suicide is that it is not only self-inflicted but sudden. and there are many sins which must either be dealt with suddenly or not at all. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. if the christian is to "live unto god," he must "die unto sin." if he does not kill sin, sin will inevitably kill him. recognizing this, he must set himself to reduce the number of his correspondences-- retaining and developing those which lead to a fuller life, unconditionally withdrawing those which in any way tend in an opposite direction. this stoppage of correspondences is a voluntary act, a crucifixion of the flesh, a suicide. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. do not resent temptation; do not be perplexed because it seems to thicken round you more and more, and ceases neither for effort nor for agony nor prayer. that is your practice. that is the practice which god appoints you; and it is having its work in making you patient, and humble, and generous, and unselfish, and kind, and courteous. the greatest thing in the world. may th. it is a peculiarity of the sinful state, that as a general rule men are linked to evil mainly by a single correspondence. few men break the whole law. our natures, fortunately, are not large enough to make us guilty of all, and the restraints of circumstances are usually such as to leave a loophole in the life of each individual for only a single habitual sin. but it is very easy to see how this reduction of our intercourse with evil to a single correspondence blinds us to our true position. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. one little weakness, we are apt to fancy, all men must be allowed, and we even claim a certain indulgence for that apparent necessity of nature which we call our besetting sin. yet to break with the lower environment at all, to many, is to break at this single point. natural law, p. . may th. there may be only one avenue between the new life and the old, it may be but a small and subterranean passage, but this is sufficient to keep the old life in. so long as that remains the victim is not "dead unto sin," and therefore he cannot "live unto god." natural law, p. . may th. do not grudge the hand that is moulding the still too shapeless image within you. it is growing more beautiful, though you see it not, and every touch of temptation may add to its perfection. therefore keep in the midst of life. do not isolate yourself. be among men, and among things, and among troubles, and difficulties, and obstacles. the greatest thing in the world. may th. contemplate the love of christ, and you will love. stand before that mirror, reflect christ's character, and you will be changed into the same image from tenderness to tenderness. there is no other way. you cannot love to order. you can only look at the lovely object, and fall in love with it, and grow into likeness to it. the greatest thing in the world. may th. in the natural world it only requires a single vital correspondence of the body to be out of order to ensure death. it is not necessary to have consumption, diabetes, and an aneurism to bring the body to the grave, if it have heart disease. he who is fatally diseased in one organ necessarily pays the penalty with his life, though all the others be in perfect health. and such, likewise, are the mysterious unity and correlation of functions in the spiritual organism that the disease of one member may involve the ruin of the whole. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. to break altogether, and at every point, with the old environment, is a simple impossibility. so long as the regenerate man is kept in this world he must find the old environment at many points a severe temptation. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. power over very many of the commonest temptations is only to be won by degrees, and however anxious one might be to apply the summary method to every case, he soon finds it impossible in practice. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. the ill-tempered person . . . can make very little of his environment. however he may attempt to circumscribe it in certain directions, there will always remain a wide and ever-changing area to stimulate his irascibility. his environment, in short, is an inconstant quantity, and his most elaborate calculations and precautions must often and suddenly fail him. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. what the ill-tempered person has to deal with, . . . mainly, is the correspondence, the temper itself. and that, he well knows, involves a long and humiliating discipline. the case is not at all a surgical but a medical one, and the knife is here of no more use than in a fever. a specific irritant has poisoned his veins. and the acrid humours that are breaking out all over the surface of his life are only to be subdued by a gradual sweetening of the inward spirit. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. the man whose blood is pure has nothing to fear. so he whose spirit is purified and sweetened becomes proof against these germs of sin. "anger, wrath, malice and railing" in such a soil can find no root. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. the mortification of a member . . .is based on the law of degeneration. the useless member here is not cut off, but simply relieved as much as possible of all exercise. this encourages the gradual decay of the parts, and as it is more and more neglected it ceases to be a channel for life at all. so an organism "mortifies" its members. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. man's spiritual life consists in the number and fulness of his correspondences with god. in order to develop these he may be constrained to insulate them, to enclose them from the other correspondences, to shut himself in with them. in many ways the limitation of the natural life is the necessary condition of the full enjoyment of the spiritual life. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. no man is called to a life of self-denial for its own sake. it is in order to a compensation which, though sometimes difficult to see, is always real and always proportionate. no truth, perhaps, in practical religion is more lost sight of. we cherish somehow a lingering rebellion against the doctrine of self-denial--as if our nature, or our circumstances, or our conscience, dealt with us severely in loading us with the daily cross. but is it not plain after all that the life of self-denial is the more abundant life--more abundant just in proportion to the ampler crucifixion of the narrower life? is it not a clear case of exchange--an exchange, however, where the advantage is entirely on our side? we give up a correspondence in which there is a little life to enjoy a correspondence in which there is an abundant life. what though we sacrifice a hundred such correspondences? we make but the more room for the great one that is left. natural law, mortification, p. . may st. do not spoil your life at the outset with unworthy and impoverishing correspondences; and if it is growing truly rich and abundant, be very jealous of ever diluting its high eternal quality with anything of earth. natural law, mortification, p. . may d. to concentrate upon a few great correspondences, to oppose to the death the perpetual petty larceny of our life by trifles--these are the conditions for the highest and happiest life. . . . the penalty of evading self-denial also is just that we get the lesser instead of the larger good. the punishment of sin is inseparably bound up with itself. natural law, mortification, p. . may d. each man has only a certain amount of life, of time, of attention--a definite measurable quantity. if he gives any of it to this life solely it is wasted. therefore christ says, hate life, limit life, lest you steal your love for it from something that deserves it more. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. to refuse to deny one's self is just to be left with the self undented. when the balance of life is struck, the self will be found still there. the discipline of life was meant to destroy this self, but that discipline having been evaded--and we all to some extent have opportunities, and too often exercise them, of taking the narrow path by the shortest cuts--its purpose is baulked. but the soul is the loser. in seeking to gain its life it has really lost it. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. suppose we deliberately made up our minds as to what things we were henceforth to allow to become our life? suppose we selected a given area of our environment and determined once for all that our correspondences should go to that alone, fencing in this area all round with a morally impassable wall? true, to others, we should seem to live a poorer life; they would see that our environment was circumscribed, and call us narrow because it was narrow. but, well-chosen, this limited life would be really the fullest life; it would be rich in the highest and worthiest, and poor in the smallest and basest, correspondences. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. the well-defined spiritual life is not only the highest life, but it is also the most easily lived. the whole cross is more easily carried than the half. it is the man who tries to make the best of both worlds who makes nothing of either. and he who seeks to serve two masters misses the benediction of both. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. you will find, as you look back upon your life, that the moments that stand out, the moments when you have really lived, are the moments when you have done things in a spirit of love. as memory scans the past, above and beyond all the transitory pleasures of life, there leap forward those supreme hours when you have been enabled to do unnoticed kindnesses to those round about you, things too trifling to speak about, but which you feel have entered into your eternal life. the greatest thing in the world, p. . may th. no man can become a saint in his sleep; and to fulfil the condition required demands a certain amount of prayer and meditation and time, just as improvement in any direction, bodily or mental, requires preparation and care. address yourselves to that one thing; at any cost have this transcendent character exchanged for yours. the greatest thing in the world, p. . may th. he who has taken his stand, who has drawn a boundary line, sharp and deep, about his religious life, who has marked off all beyond as for ever forbidden ground to him, finds the yoke easy and the burden light. for this forbidden environment comes to be as if it were not. his faculties falling out of correspondence, slowly lose their sensibilities. and the balm of death numbing his lower nature releases him for the scarce disturbed communion of a higher life. so even here to die is gain. natural law, mortification, p. . may th. remain side by side with him who loved us, and gave himself for us, and you too will become a permanent magnet, a permanently attractive force; and like him you will draw all men unto you, like him you will be drawn unto all men. that is the inevitable effect of love. any man who fulfils that cause must have that effect produced in him. the greatest thing in the world, p. . may st. try to give up the idea that religion comes to us by chance, or by mystery, or by caprice. it comes to us by natural law, or by supernatural law, for all law is divine. the greatest thing in the world, p. . june st. we love others, we love everybody, we love our enemies, because he first loved us. . . . and that is how the love of god melts down the unlovely heart in man, and begets in him the new creature, who is patient and humble and gentle and unselfish. the greatest thing in the world, p. . june d. the belief in science as an aid to faith is not yet ripe enough to warrant men in searching there for witnesses to the highest christian truths. the inspiration of nature, it is thought, extends to the humbler doctrines alone. and yet the reverent inquirer who guides his steps in the right direction may find even now, in the still dim twilight of the scientific world, much that will illuminate and intensify his sublimest faith. natural law, eternal life, p. . june d. life becomes fuller and fuller, richer and richer, more and more sensitive and responsive to an ever-widening environment as we rise in the chain of being. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. before we reach an eternal life we must pass beyond that point at which all ordinary correspondences inevitably cease. we must find an organism so high and complex, that at some point in its development it shall have added a correspondence which organic death is powerless to arrest. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. uninterrupted correspondence with a perfect environment is eternal life, according to science. "this is life eternal," said christ, "that they may know thee, the only true god, and jesus christ whom thou hast sent." life eternal is to know god. to know god is to "correspond" with god. to correspond with god is to correspond with a perfect environment. and the organism which attains to this, in the nature of things, must live forever. here is "eternal existence and eternal knowledge." natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. to find a new environment again and cultivate relation with it is to find a new life. to live is to correspond, and to correspond is to live. so much is true in science. but it is also true in religion. and it is of great importance to observe that to religion also the conception of life is a correspondence. no truth of christianity has been more ignorantly or wilfully travestied than the doctrine of immortality. the popular idea, in spite of a hundred protests, is that eternal life is to live forever. . . . we are told that life eternal is not to live. this is life eternal--to know. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. from time to time the taunt is thrown at religion, not unseldom from lips which science ought to have taught more caution, that the future life of christianity is simply a prolonged existence, an eternal monotony, a blind and indefinite continuance of being. the bible never could commit itself to any such empty platitude; nor could christianity ever offer to the world a hope so colourless. not that eternal life has nothing to do with everlastingness. that is part of the conception. and it is this aspect of the question that first arrests us in the field of science. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. science speaks to us indeed of much more than numbers of years. it defines degrees of life. it explains a widening environment. it unfolds the relation between a widening environment and increasing complexity in organisms. and if it has no absolute contribution to the content of religion, its analogies are not limited to a point. it yields to immortality, and this is the most that science can do in any case, the broad framework for a doctrine. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. to correspond with the god of science, the eternal unknowable, would be everlasting existence; to correspond with "the true god and jesus christ," is eternal life. the quality of the eternal life alone makes the heaven; mere everlastingness might be no boon. even the brief span of the temporal life is too long for those who spend its years in sorrow. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. to christianity, "he that hath the son of god hath life, and he that hath not the son hath not life." this, as we take it, defines the correspondence which is to bridge the grave. this is the clue to the nature of the life that lies at the back of the spiritual organism. and this is the true solution of the mystery of eternal life. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. the relation between the spiritual man and his environment is, in theological language, a filial relation. with the new spirit, the filial correspondence, he knows the father--and this is life eternal. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. it takes the divine to know the divine--but in no more mysterious sense than it takes the human to understand the human. the analogy, indeed, for the whole field here has been finely expressed already by paul: "what man," he asks, "knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him? even so the things of god knoweth no man, but the spirit of god. now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of god; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of god."--i. cor. ii. , . natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. to go outside what we call nature is not to go outside environment. nature, the natural environment, is only a part of environment. there is another large part, which, though some profess to have no correspondence with it, is not on that account unreal, or even unnatural. the mental and moral world is unknown to the plant. but it is real. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. things are natural or supernatural simply according to where one stands. man is supernatural to the mineral; god is supernatural to the man. when a mineral is seized upon by the living plant and elevated to the organic kingdom, no trespass against nature is committed. it merely enters a larger environment, which before was supernatural to it, but which now is entirely natural. when the heart of a man, again, is seized upon by the quickening spirit of god, no further violence is done to natural law. it is another case of the inorganic, so to speak, passing into the organic. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. correspondence in any case is the gift of environment. the natural environment gives men their natural faculties; the spiritual affords them their spiritual faculties. it is natural for the spiritual environment to supply the spiritual faculties; it would be quite unnatural for the natural environment to do it. the natural law of bio-genesis forbids it; the moral fact that the finite cannot comprehend the infinite is against it; the spiritual principle that flesh and blood, cannot inherit the kingdom of god renders it absurd. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. organisms are not added to by accretion, as in the case of minerals, but by growth. and the spiritual faculties are organized in the spiritual protoplasm of the soul, just as other faculties are organized in the protoplasm of the body. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. it ought to be placed in the forefront of all christian teaching that christ's mission on earth was to give men life. "i am come," he said, "that ye might have life, and that ye might have it more abundantly." and that he meant literal life, literal spiritual and eternal life, is clear from the whole course of his teaching and acting. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. the effort to detect the living spirit must be at least as idle as the attempt to subject protoplasm to microscopic examination in the hope of discovering life. we are warned, also, not to expect too much. "thou canst not tell whence it cometh or whither it goeth." natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. many men would be religious if they knew where to begin; many would be more religious if they were sure where it would end. it is not indifference that keeps some men from god, but ignorance. "good master, what must i do to inherit eternal life?" is still the deepest question of the age. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. the voice of god and the voice of nature. i cannot be wrong if i listen to them. sometimes, when uncertain of a voice from its very loudness, we catch the missing syllable in the echo. in god and nature we have voice and echo. when i hear both, i am assured. my sense of hearing does not betray me twice. i recognize the voice in the echo, the echo makes me certain of the voice; i listen and i know. natural law, eternal life, p. . june st. the soul is a living organism. and for any question as to the soul's life we must appeal to life-science. and what does the life-science teach? that if i am to inherit eternal life, i must cultivate a correspondence with the eternal. natural law, eternal life, p. . june d. all knowledge lies in environment. when i want to know about minerals i go to minerals. when i want to know about flowers i go to flowers. and they tell me. in their own way they speak to me, each in its own way, and each for itself--not the mineral for the flower, which is impossible, nor the flower for the mineral, which is also impossible. so if i want to know about man, i go to his part of the environment. and he tells me about himself, not as the plant or the mineral, for he is neither, but in his own way. and if i want to know about god, i go to his part of the environment. and he tells me about himself, not as a man, for he is not man, but in his own way. natural law, eternal life, p. . june d. just as naturally as the flower and the mineral and the man, each in their own way, tell me about themselves, he tells me about himself. he very strangely condescends indeed in making things plain to me, actually assuming for a time the form of a man that i at my poor level may better see him. this is my opportunity to know him. this incarnation is god making himself accessible to human thought--god opening to man the possibility of correspondence through jesus christ. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. having opened correspondence with the eternal environment, the subsequent stages are in the line of all other normal development. we have but to continue, to deepen, to extend, and to enrich the correspondence that has been begun. and we shall soon find to our surprise that this is accompanied by another and parallel process. the action is not all upon our side. the environment also will be found to correspond. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. let us look for the influence of environment on the spiritual nature of him who has opened correspondence with god. reaching out his eager and quickened faculties to the spiritual world around him, shall he not become spiritual? in vital contact with holiness, shall he not become holy? breathing now an atmosphere of ineffable purity, shall he miss becoming pure? walking with god from day to day, shall he fail to be taught of god? natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. growth in grace is sometimes described as a strange, mystical, and unintelligible process. it is mystical, but neither strange nor unintelligible. it proceeds according to natural law, and the leading factor in sanctification is influence of environment. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. will the evolutionist who admits the regeneration of the frog under the modifying influence of a continued correspondence with a new environment, care to question the possibility of the soul acquiring such a faculty as that of prayer, the marvellous breathing-function of the new creature, when in contact with the atmosphere of a besetting god? is the change from the earthly to the heavenly more mysterious than the change from the aquatic to the terrestrial mode of life? is evolution to stop with the organic? if it be objected that it has taken ages to perfect the function in the batrachian, the reply is, that it will take ages to perfect the function in the christian. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. we have indeed spoken of the spiritual correspondence as already perfect--but it is perfect only as the bud is perfect. "it doth not yet appear what it shall be," any more than it appeared a million years ago what the evolving batrachian would be. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. in a sense, all that belongs to time belongs also to eternity; but these lower correspondences are in their nature unfitted for an eternal life. even if they were perfect in their relation to their environment, they would still not be eternal. . . . an eternal life demands an eternal environment. natural law, eternal life, p. . june th. the final preparation . . . for the inheriting of eternal life must consist in the abandonment of the non-eternal elements. these must be unloosed and dissociated from the higher elements, and this is effected by a closing catastrophe--death. natural law, eternal life, p. . july st. "perfect correspondence," according to mr. herbert spencer, would be "perfect life." to abolish death, therefore, all that would be necessary would be to abolish imperfection. but it is the claim of christianity that it can abolish death. and it is significant to notice that it does so by meeting this very demand of science--it abolishes imperfection. natural law, eternal life, p. . july d. the part of the organism which begins to get out of correspondence with the organic environment is the only part which is in vital correspondence with it. though a fatal disadvantage to the natural man to be thrown out of correspondence with this environment, it is of inestimable importance to the spiritual man. for so long as it is maintained the way is barred for a further evolution. and hence the condition necessary for the further evolution is that the spiritual be released from the natural. that is to say, the condition of the further evolution is death. natural law, eternal life, p. . july d. the sifting of the correspondences is done by nature. this is its last and greatest contribution to mankind. over the mouth of the grave the perfect and the imperfect submit to their final separation. each goes to its own--earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, spirit to spirit. "the dust shall return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto god who gave it." natural law, eternal life, p. . july th. few things are less understood than the conditions of the spiritual life. the distressing incompetence of which most of us are conscious in trying to work out our spiritual experience is due perhaps less to the diseased will which we commonly blame for it than to imperfect knowledge of the right conditions. it does not occur to us how natural the spiritual is. we still strive for some strange transcendent thing; we seek to promote life by methods as unnatural as they prove unsuccessful; and only the utter incomprehensibility of the whole region prevents us seeing fully--what we already half-suspect--how completely we are missing the road. natural law, environment, p. . july th. living in the spiritual world . . . is just as simple as living in the natural world; and it is the same kind of simplicity. it is the same kind of simplicity for it is the same kind of world--there are not two kinds of worlds. the conditions of life in the one are the conditions of life in the other. and till these conditions are sensibly grasped, as the conditions of all life, it is impossible that the personal effort after the highest life should be other than a blind struggle carried on in fruitless sorrow and humiliation. natural law, environment, p. . july th. heredity and environment are the master-influences of the organic world. these have made all of us what we are. these forces are still ceaselessly playing upon all our lives. and he who truly understands these influences; he who has decided how much to allow to each; he who can regulate new forces as they arise, or adjust them to the old, so directing them as at one moment to make them cooperate, at another to counteract one another, understands the rationale of personal development. natural law, environment, p. . july th. to seize continuously the opportunity of more and more perfect adjustment to better and higher conditions, to balance some inward evil with some purer influence acting from without, in a word to make our environment at the same time that it is making us--these are the secrets of a well-ordered and successful life. natural law, environment, p. . july th. in the spiritual world . . . the subtle influences which form and transform the soul are heredity and environment. and here especially, where all is invisible, where much that we feel to be real is yet so ill defined, it becomes of vital practical moment to clarify the atmosphere as far as possible with conceptions borrowed from the natural life. natural law, environment, p. . july th. what heredity has to do for us is determined outside ourselves. no man can select his own parents. but every man to some extent can choose his own environment. his relation to it, however largely determined by heredity in the first instance, is always open to alteration. and so great is his control over environment and so radical its influence over him, that he can so direct it as either to undo, modify, perpetuate, or intensify the earlier hereditary influences within certain limits. natural law, environment, p. . july th. one might show how the moral man is acted upon and changed continuously by the influences, secret and open, of his surroundings, by the tone of society, by the company he keeps, by his occupation, by the books he reads, by nature, by all, in short, that constitutes the habitual atmosphere of his thoughts and the little world of his daily choice. or one might go deeper still and prove how the spiritual life also is modified from outside sources--its health or disease, its growth or decay, all its changes for better or for worse being determined by the varying and successive circumstances in which the religious habits are cultivated. natural law, environment, p. . july th. in the spiritual world . . . he will be wise who courts acquaintance with the most ordinary and transparent facts of nature; and in laying the foundations for a religious life he will make no unworthy beginning who carries with him an impressive sense of so obvious a truth as that without environment there can be no life. natural law, environment, p. . july th. there is in the spiritual organism a principle of life; but that is not self-existent. it requires a second factor, a something in which to live and move and have its being, an environment. without this it cannot live or move or have any being. without environment the soul is as the carbon without the oxygen, as the fish without the water, as the animal frame without the extrinsic conditions of vitality. natural law, environment, p. . july th. what is the spiritual environment? it is god. without this, therefore, there is no life, no thought, no energy, nothing---"without me ye can do nothing." natural law, environment, p. . july th. the cardinal error in the religious life is to attempt to live without an environment. spiritual experience occupies itself, not too much, but too exclusively, with one factor--the soul. we delight in dissecting this much-tortured faculty, from time to time, in search of a certain something which we call our faith--forgetting that faith is but an attitude, an empty hand for grasping an environing presence. natural law, environment, p . july th. when we feel the need of a power by which to overcome the world, how often do we not seek to generate it within ourselves by some forced process, some fresh girding of the will, some strained activity which only leaves the soul in further exhaustion? natural law, environment, p. . july th. to examine ourselves is good; but useless unless we also examine environment. to bewail our weakness is right, but not remedial. the cause must be investigated as well as the result. and yet, because we never see the other half of the problem, our failures even fail to instruct us. after each new collapse we begin our life anew, but on the old conditions; and the attempt ends as usual in the repetition--in the circumstances the inevitable repetition--of the old disaster. natural law, environment, p. . july th. after seasons of much discouragement, with the sore sense upon us of our abject feebleness, we do confer with ourselves, insisting for the thousandth time, "my soul, wait thou only upon god." but, the lesson is soon forgotten. the strength supplied we speedily credit to our own achievement; and even the temporary success is mistaken for a symptom of improved inward vitality. once more we become self-existent. once more we go on living without an environment. and once more, after days of wasting without repairing, of spending without replenishing, we begin to perish with hunger, only returning to god again, as a last resort, when we have reached starvation point. natural law, environment, p. . july th. why this unscientific attempt to sustain life for weeks at a time without an environment? it is because we have never truly seen the necessity for an environment. we have not been working with a principle. we are told to "wait only upon god," but we do not know why. it has never been as clear to us that without god the soul will die as that without food the body will perish. in short, we have never comprehended the doctrine of the persistence of force. instead of being content to transform energy we have tried to create it. natural law, environment, p. . july th. whatever energy the soul expends must first be "taken into it from without." we are not creators, but creatures; god is our refuge and strength. communion with god, therefore, is a scientific necessity; and nothing will more help the defeated spirit which is struggling in the wreck of its religious life than a common-sense hold of this biological principle that without environment he can do nothing. natural law, environment, p. . july th. who has not come to the conclusion that he is but a part, a fraction of some larger whole? who does not miss, at every turn of his life, an absent god? that man is but a part, he knows, for there is room in him for more. that god is the other part, he feels, because at times he satisfies his need. who does not tremble often under that sicklier symptom of his incompleteness, his want of spiritual energy, his helplessness with sin? but now he understands both--the void in his life, the powerlessness of his will. he understands that, like all other energy, spiritual power is contained in environment. he finds here at last the true root of all human frailty, emptiness, nothingness, sin. this is why "without me ye can do nothing." powerlessness is the normal state, not only of this, but of every organism--of every organism apart from its environment. natural law, p. . july st. friendship is the nearest thing we know to what religion is. god is love. and to make religion akin to friendship is simply to give it the highest expression conceivable by man. the changed life, p. . july d. the entire dependence of the soul upon god is not an exceptional mystery, nor is man's helplessness an arbitrary and unprecedented phenomenon. it is the law of all nature. the spiritual man is not taxed beyond the natural. he is not purposely handicapped by singular limitations or unusual incapacities. god has not designedly made the religious life as hard as possible. the arrangements for the spiritual life are the same as for the natural life. when, in their hours of unbelief, men challenge their creator for placing the obstacle of human frailty in the way of their highest development, their protest is against the order of nature. natural law, p. . july d. the organism must either depend on his environment, or be self-sufficient. but who will not rather approve the arrangement by which man in his creatural life may have unbroken access to an infinite power? what soul will seek to remain self-luminous when it knows that "the lord god is a sun?" who will not willingly exchange his shallow vessel for christ's well of living water. natural law, p. . july th. the new testament is nowhere more impressive than where it insists on the fact of man's dependence. in its view the first step in religion is for man to feel his helplessness. christ's first beatitude is to the poor in spirit. the condition of entrance into the spiritual kingdom is to possess the child-spirit--that state of mind combining at once the profoundest helplessness with the most artless feeling of dependence. natural law, p. . july th. fruit-bearing without christ is not an improbability, but an impossibility. as well expect the natural fruit to flourish without air and heat, without soil and sunshine. how thoroughly also paul grasped this truth is apparent from a hundred pregnant passages in which he echoes his master's teaching. to him life was hid with christ in god. and that he embraced this, not as a theory but as an experimental truth, we gather from his constant confession, "when i am weak, then am i strong." natural law, p. . july th. one result of the due apprehension of our personal helplessness will be that we shall no longer waste our time over the impossible task of manufacturing energy for ourselves. our science will bring to an abrupt end the long series of severe experiments in which we have indulged in the hope of finding a perpetual motion. and having decided upon this once for all, our first step in seeking a more satisfactory state of things must be to find a new source of energy. following nature, only one course is open to us. we must refer to environment. the natural life owes all to environment, so must the spiritual. now the environment of the spiritual life is god. as nature, therefore, forms the complement of the natural life. god is the complement of the spiritual. natural law, p. . july th. do not think that nothing is happening because you do not see yourself grow, or hear the whirr of the machinery. all great things grow noiselessly. you can see a mushroom grow, but never a child. mr. darwin tells us that evolution proceeds by "numerous, successive, and slight modifications." the changed life, p. . july th. we fail to praise the ceaseless ministry of the great inanimate world around us only because its kindness is unobtrusive. nature is always noiseless. all her greatest gifts are given in secret. and we forget how truly every good and perfect gift comes from without, and from above, because no pause in her changeless beneficence teaches us the sad lessons of deprivation. natural law, p. . july th. it is not a strange thing for the soul to find its life in god. this is its native air. god as the environment of the soul has been from the remotest age the doctrine of all the deepest thinkers in religion. how profoundly hebrew poetry is saturated with this high thought will appear when we try to conceive of it with this left out. natural law, p. . july th. the alternatives of the intellectual life are christianity or agnosticism. the agnostic is right when he trumpets his incompleteness. he who is not complete in him must be for ever incomplete. natural law, p. . july st. the problems of the heart and conscience are infinitely more perplexing than those of the intellect. has love no future? has right no triumph? is the unfinished self to remain unfinished? the alternatives are two, christianity or pessimism. but when we ascend the further height of the religious nature, the crisis comes. there, without environment, the darkness is unutterable. so maddening now becomes the mystery that men are compelled to construct an environment for themselves. no environment here is unthinkable. an altar of some sort men must have-- god, or nature, or law. but the anguish of atheism is only a negative proof of man's incompleteness. natural law, p. . august st. a photograph prints from the negative only while exposed to the sun. while the artist is looking to see how it is getting on he simply stops the getting on. whatever of wise supervision the soul may need, it is certain it can never be over-exposed, or that, being exposed, anything else in the world can improve the result or quicken it. the changed life, pp. , . august d. what a very strange thing, is it not, for man to pray? it is the symbol at once of his littleness and of his greatness. here the sense of imperfection, controlled and silenced in the narrower reaches of his being, becomes audible. now he must utter himself. the sense of need is so real, and the sense of environment, that he calls out to it, addressing it articulately, and imploring it to satisfy his need. surely there is nothing more touching in nature than this? man could never so expose himself, so break through all constraint, except from a dire necessity. natural law, p. . august d. what is truth? the natural environment answers, "increase of knowledge increaseth sorrow," and "much study is a weariness." christ replies, "learn of me, and ye shall find rest." contrast the world's word "weariness" with christ's word "rest." no other teacher since the world began has ever associated "learn" with "rest." learn of me, says the philosopher, and you shall find restlessness. learn of me, says christ, and ye shall find rest. natural law, p. . august th. men will have to give up the experiment of attempting to live in half an environment. half an environment will give but half a life. . . . he whose correspondences are with this world alone has only a thousandth part, a fraction, the mere rim and shade of an environment, and only the fraction of a life. how long will it take science to believe its own creed, that the material universe we see around us is only a fragment of the universe we do not see? natural law, p. . august th. the life of the senses, high and low, may perfect itself in nature. even the life of thought may find a large complement in surrounding things. but the higher thought, and the conscience, and the religious life, can only perfect themselves in god. natural law, p. . august th. to make the influence of environment stop with the natural world is to doom the spiritual nature to death. for the soul, like the body, can never perfect itself in isolation. the law for both is to be complete in the appropriate environment. natural law, p. . august th. take into your new sphere of labour, where you also mean to lay down your life, that simple charm, love, and your life-work must succeed. you can take nothing greater, you need take nothing less. it is not worth while going if you take anything less. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. politeness has been defined as love in trifles. courtesy is said to be love in little things. and the one secret of politeness is to love. love cannot behave itself unseemly. you can put the most untutored persons into the highest society, and if they have a reservoir of love in their heart, they will not behave themselves unseemly. they simply cannot do it. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. i believe that christ's yoke is easy. christ's "yoke" is just his way of taking life. and i believe it is an easier way than any other. i believe it is a happier way than any other. the most obvious lesson in christ's teaching is that there is no happiness in having and getting anything, but only in giving. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. half the world is on the wrong scent in the pursuit of happiness. they think it consists in having and getting, and in being served by others. it consists in giving, and in serving others. he that would be great among you, said christ, let him serve. he that would be happy, let him remember that there is but one way--it is more blessed, it is more happy, to give than to receive. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. "love is not easily provoked." . . . we are inclined to look upon bad temper as a very harmless weakness. we speak of it as a mere infirmity of nature, a family failing, a matter of temperament, not a thing to take into very serious account in estimating a man's character. and yet here, right in the heart of this analysis of love, it finds a place; and the bible again and again returns to condemn it as one of the most destructive elements in human nature. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. the peculiarity of ill-temper is that it is the vice of the virtuous. it is often the one blot on an otherwise noble character. you know men who are all but perfect, and women who would be entirely perfect, but for an easily ruffled, quick-tempered, or "touchy" disposition. this compatibility of ill-temper with high moral character is one of the strangest and saddest problems of ethics. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. what makes a man a good artist, a good sculptor, a good musician? practice. . . . what makes a man a good man? practice. nothing else. there is nothing capricious about religion. we do not get the soul in different ways, under different laws, from those in which we get the body and the mind. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. love is not a thing of enthusiastic emotion. it is a rich, strong, manly, vigorous expression of the whole round christian character--the christ-like nature in its fullest development. and the constituents of this great character are only to be built up by ceaseless practice. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. we know but little now about the conditions of the life that is to come. but what is certain is that love must last. god, the eternal god, is love. covet, therefore, that everlasting gift. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. to love abundantly is to live abundantly, and to love forever is to live forever. hence, eternal life is inextricably bound up with love. . . . love must be eternal. it is what god is. the greatest thing in the world, pp. , . august th. when a man becomes a christian the natural process is this: the living christ enters into his soul. development begins. the quickening life seizes upon the soul, assimilates surrounding elements, and begins to fashion it. according to the great law of conformity to type this fashioning takes a specific form. it is that of the artist who fashions. and all through life this wonderful, mystical, glorious, yet perfectly definite, process, goes on "until christ be formed" in it. natural law, p. . august th. the christian life is not a vague effort after righteousness--an ill-defined, pointless struggle for an ill-defined, pointless end. religion is no dishevelled mass of aspiration, prayer, and faith. there is no more mystery in religion as to its processes than in biology. natural law, p. . august th. there is much mystery in biology. "we know all but nothing of life" yet, nothing of development. there is the same mystery in the spiritual life. but the great lines are the same, as decided, as luminous; and the laws of natural and spiritual are the same, as unerring, as simple. will everything else in the natural world unfold its order, and yield to science more and more a vision of harmony, and religion, which should complement and perfect all, remain a chaos? natural law, p. . august th. when one attempts to sanctify himself by effort, he is trying to make his boat go by pushing against the mast. he is like a drowning man trying to lift himself out of the water by pulling at the hair of his own head. christ held up this method almost to ridicule when he said: "which of you by taking thought can add a cubit to his stature?" the one redeeming feature of the self-sufficient method is this--that those who try it find out almost at once that it will not gain the goal. the changed life, p. . august st. the image of christ that is forming within us--that is life's one charge. let every project stand aside for that. "till christ be formed," no man's work is finished, no religion crowned, no life has fulfilled its end. the changed life, p. . august d. our companionship with him, like all true companionship, is a spiritual communion. all friendship, all love, human and divine, is purely spiritual. it was after he was risen that he influenced even the disciples most. the changed life, p. . august d. make christ your most constant companion. be more under his influence than under any other influence. ten minutes spent in his society every day, ay, two minutes if it be face to face, and heart to heart, will make the whole day different. every character has an inward spring, let christ be it. every action has a key-note, let christ set it. the changed life, p. . august th. under the right conditions it is as natural for character to become beautiful as for a flower; and if on god's earth there is not some machinery for effecting it, the supreme gift to the world has been forgotten. this is simply what man was made for. with browning: "i say that man was made to grow, not stop." the changed life, p. . august th. how can modern men today make christ, the absent christ, their most constant companion still? the answer is that friendship is a spiritual thing. it is independent of matter, or space, or time. that which i love in my friend is not that which i see. what influences me in my friend is not his body but his spirit. the changed life, p. . august th. love should be the supreme thing--because it is going to last; because in the nature of things it is an eternal life. it is a thing that we are living now, not that we get when we die; that we shall have a poor chance of getting when we die unless we are living now. the greatest thing in the world, p. . august th. when will it be seen that the characteristic of the christian religion is its life, that a true theology must begin with a biology? theology is the science of god. why will men treat god as inorganic? natural law, p. . august th. we should be forsaking the lines of nature were we to imagine for a moment that the new creature was to be formed out of nothing. nothing can be made out of nothing. matter is uncreatable and indestructible; nature and man can only form and transform. hence when a new animal is made, no new clay is made. life merely enters into already existing matter, assimilates more of the same sort and rebuilds it. the spiritual artist works in the same way. he must have a peculiar kind of protoplasm, a basis of life, and that must be already existing. natural law, p. . august th. however active the intellectual or moral life may be, from the point of view of this other life it is dead. that which is flesh is flesh. it wants, that is to say, the kind of life which constitutes the difference between the christian and the not-a-christian, it has not yet been "born of the spirit." natural law, p. . august th. the protoplasm in man has a something in addition to its instincts or its habits. it has a capacity for god. in this capacity for god lies its receptivity; it is the very protoplasm that was necessary. the chamber is not only ready to receive the new life, but the guest is expected, and, till he comes, is missed. till then the soul longs and yearns, wastes and pines, waving its tentacles piteously in the empty air, feeling after god if so be that it may find him. this is not peculiar to the protoplasm of the christian's soul. in every land and in every age there have been altars to the known or unknown god. natural law, p. . august st. it is now agreed as a mere question of anthropology that the universal language of the human soul has always been "i perish with hunger." this is what fits it for christ. there is a grandeur in this cry from the depths which makes its very unhappiness sublime. natural law, p. . september st. in reflecting the character of christ, it is no real obstacle that we may never have been in visible contact with himself. many men know dante better than their own fathers. he influences them more. as a spiritual presence he is more near to them, as a spiritual force more real. is there any reason why a greater than . . . dante should not also instruct, inspire, and mould the characters of men? the changed life, pp. , . september d. mark this distinction. . . . imitation is mechanical, reflection organic. the one is occasional, the other habitual. in the one case, man comes to god and imitates him; in the other, god comes to man and imprints himself upon him. it is quite true that there is an imitation of christ which amounts to reflection. but paul's term includes all that the other holds, and is open to no mistake. "whom having not seen, i love." the changed life, p. . september d. in paraphrase: we all reflecting as a mirror the character of christ are transformed into the same image from character to character--from a poor character to a better one, from a better one to one a little better still, from that to one still more complete, until by slow degrees the perfect image is attained. here the solution of the problem of sanctification is compressed into a sentence: reflect the character of christ and you will become like christ. the changed life, p. . september th. not more certain is it that it is something outside the thermometer that produces a change in the thermometer, than it is something outside the soul of man that produces a moral change upon him. that he must be susceptible to that change, that he must be a party to it, goes without saying; but that neither his aptitude nor his will can produce it is equally certain. the changed life, p. . september th. just as in an organism we have these three things-- formative matter, formed matter, and the forming principle or life; so in the soul we have the old nature, the renewed nature, and. the transforming life. natural law, p. . september th. is it hopeless to point out that one of the most recognizable characteristics of life is its unrecognizableness, and that the very token of its spiritual nature lies in its being beyond the grossness of our eyes? natural law, p. . september th. according to the doctrine of bio-genesis, life can only come from life. it was christ's additional claim that his function in the world, was to give men life. "i am come that ye might have life, and that ye might have it more abundantly." this could, not refer to the natural life, for men had that already. he that hath the son hath another life. "know ye not your own selves how that jesus christ is in you." natural law, p. . september th. the recognition of the ideal is the first step in the direction of conformity. but let it be clearly observed that it is but a step. there is no vital connection between merely seeing the ideal and being conformed to it. thousands admire christ who never become christians. natural law, p. . september th. for centuries men have striven to find out ways and means to conform themselves to the christ life. impressive motives have been pictured, the proper circumstances arranged, the direction of effort defined, and men have toiled, struggled, and agonized to conform themselves to the image of the son. can the protoplasm conform itself to its type? can the embryo fashion itself? is conformity to type produced by the matter or by the life, by the protoplasm or by the type? is organization the cause of life or the effect of it? it is the effect of it. conformity to type, therefore, is secured by the type. christ makes the christian. natural law, p. . september th. o preposterous and vain man, thou who couldest not make a fingernail of thy body, thinkest thou to fashion this wonderful, mysterious, subtle soul of thine after the ineffable image? wilt thou ever permit thyself to be conformed to the image of the son? wilt thou, who canst not add a cubit to thy stature, submit to be raised by the type-life within thee to the perfect stature of christ natural law, p. . september th. men will still experiment "by works of righteousness which they have done" to earn the ideal life. the doctrine of human inability, as the church calls it, has always been objectionable to men who do not know themselves. natural law, p. . september th. let man choose life; let him daily nourish his soul; let him forever starve the old life; let him abide continuously as a living branch in the vine, and the true-vine life will flow into his soul, assimilating, renewing, conforming to type, till christ, pledged by his own law, be formed in him. natural law, p. . september th. the work begun by nature is finished by the supernatural --as we are wont to call the higher natural. and as the veil is lifted by christianity it strikes men dumb with wonder. for the goal of evolution is jesus christ. natural law, p. . september th. the christian life is the only life that will ever be completed. apart from christ the life of man is a broken pillar, the race of men an unfinished pyramid. one by one in sight of eternity all human ideals fall short, one by one before the open grave all human hopes dissolve. natural law, p. . september th. i do not think we ourselves are aware how much our religious life is made up of phrases; how much of what we call christian experience is only a dialect of the churches, a mere religious phraseology with almost nothing behind it in what we really feel and know. pax vobiscum, p. . september th. the ceaseless chagrin of a self-centred life can be removed at once by learning meekness and lowliness of heart. he who learns them is forever proof against it. he lives henceforth a charmed life. pax vobiscum, p. . september th. great trials come at lengthened intervals, and we rise to breast them; but it is the petty friction of our everyday life with one another, the jar of business or of work, the discord of the domestic circle, the collapse of our ambition, the crossing of our will or the taking down of our conceit, which makes inward peace impossible. pax vobiscum, p. . september th. there are people who go about the world looking out for slights, and they are necessarily miserable, for they find them at every turn--especially the imaginary ones. one has the same pity for such men as for the very poor. they are the morally illiterate. they have had no real education, for they have never learned how to live. pax vobiscum, p. . september th. christ never said much in mere words about the christian graces. he lived them, he was them. yet we do not merely copy him. we learn his art by living with him. pax vobiscum, p. . september th. christ's invitation to the weary and heavy-laden is a call to begin life over again upon a new principle--upon his own principle. "watch my way of doing things," he says. "follow me. take life as i take it. be meek and lowly, and you will find rest." pax vobiscum, p. . september st. if a man could make himself humble to order, it might simplify matters, but we do not find that this happens. hence we must all go through the mill. hence death, death to the lower self, is the nearest gate and the quickest road to life. pax vobiscum, p. . september d. whatever rest is provided by christianity for the children of god, it is certainly never contemplated that it should supersede personal effort. and any rest which ministers to indifference is immoral and unreal--it makes parasites and not men. natural law, p. . september d. just because god worketh in him, as the evidence and triumph of it, the true child of god works out his own salvation--works it out having really received it--not as a light thing, a superfluous labour, but with fear and trembling as a reasonable and indispensable service. natural law, p. . september th. christianity, as christ taught, is the truest philosophy of life ever spoken. but let us be quite sure when we speak of christianity, that we mean christ's christianity. pax vobiscum, p. . september th. so far from ministering to growth, parasitism ministers to decay. so far from ministering to holiness, that is to wholeness, parasitism ministers to exactly the opposite. one by one the spiritual faculties droop and die, one by one from lack of exercise the muscles of the soul grow weak and flaccid, one by one the moral activities cease. so from him that hath not, is taken away that which he hath, and after a few years of parasitism there is nothing left to save. natural law, p. . september th. the natural life, not less than the eternal, is the gift of god. but life in either case is the beginning of growth and not the end of grace. to pause where we should begin, to retrograde where we should advance, to seek a mechanical security that we may cover inertia and find a wholesale salvation in which there is no personal sanctification--this is parasitism. natural law, p. . september th. could we investigate the spirit as a living organism, or study the soul of the backslider on principles of comparative anatomy, we should have a revelation of the organic effects of sin, even of the mere sin of carelessness as to growth and work, which must revolutionize our ideas of practical religion. there is no room for the doubt even that what goes on in the body does not with equal certainty take place in the spirit under the corresponding conditions. natural law, p. . september th. it is the beautiful work of christianity everywhere to adjust the burden of life to those who bear it, and them to it. it has a perfectly miraculous gift of healing. without doing any violence to human nature it sets it right with life, harmonizing it with all surrounding things, and restoring those who are jaded with the fatigue and dust of the world to a new grace of living. pax vobiscum, p. . september th. the penalty of backsliding is not something unreal and vague, some unknown quantity which may be measured out to us disproportionately, or which, perchance, since god is good, we may altogether evade. the consequences are already marked within the structure of the soul. so to speak, they are physiological. the thing effected by our in difference or by our indulgence is not the book of final judgment, but the present fabric of the soul. natural law, p. . september th. the punishment of degeneration is simply degeneration-- the loss of functions, the decay of organs, the atrophy of the spiritual nature. it is well known that the recovery of the backslider is one of the hardest problems in spiritual work. to reinvigorate an old organ seems more difficult and hopeless than to develop a new one; and the backslider's terrible lot is to have to retrace with enfeebled feet each step of the way along which he strayed; to make up inch by inch the leeway he has lost, carrying with him a dead-weight of acquired reluctance, and scarce knowing whether to be stimulated or discouraged by the oppressive memory of the previous fall. natural law, p. . october st. he who abandons the personal search for truth, under whatever pretext, abandons truth. the very word truth, by becoming the limited possession of a guild, ceases to have any meaning; and faith, which can only be founded on truth, gives way to credulity, resting on mere opinion. natural law, p. . october d. it is more necessary for us to be active than to be orthodox. to be orthodox is what we wish to be, but we can only truly reach it by being honest, by being original, by seeing with our own eyes, by believing with our own heart. natural law. p. . october d. better a little faith dearly won, better launched alone on the infinite bewilderment of truth, than perish on the splendid plenty of the richest creeds. such doubt is no self-willed presumption. nor, truly exercised, will it prove itself, as much doubt does, the synonym for sorrow. natural law, p. . october th. christianity removes the attraction of the earth; and this is one way in which it diminishes men's burden. it makes them citizens of another world. pax vobiscum, p. . october th. then the christian experiences are our own making? in the same sense in which grapes are our own making, and no more. all fruits grow--whether they grow in the soil or in the soul; whether they are the fruits of the wild grape or of the true vine. no man can make things grow. he can get them to grow by arranging all the circumstances and fulfilling all the conditions. but the growing is done by god. pax vobiscum, p. . october th. men may not know how fruits grow, but they do know that they cannot grow in five minutes. some lives have not even a stalk on which fruits could hang, even if they did grow in five minutes. some have never planted one sound seed of joy in all their lives; and others who may have planted a germ or two have lived so little in sunshine that they never could come to maturity. pax vobiscum, p. . october th. there is no mystery about happiness whatever. put in the right ingredients and it must come out. he that abideth in him will bring forth much fruit; and bringing forth much fruit is happiness. the infallible receipt for happiness, then, is to do good; and the infallible receipt for doing good is to abide in christ. pax vobiscum, p. . october th. spend the time you have spent in sighing for fruits in fulfilling the conditions of their growth. the fruits will come, must come. . . . about every other method of living the christian life there is an uncertainty. about every other method of acquiring the christian experiences there is a "perhaps." but in so far as this method is the way of nature, it cannot fail. pax vobiscum, p. . october th. the distinctions drawn between men are commonly based on the outward appearance of goodness or badness, on the ground of moral beauty or moral deformity--is this classification scientific? or is there a deeper distinction between the christian and the not-a-christian as fundamental as that between the organic and the inorganic? natural law, p. . october th what is the essential difference between the christian and the not-a-christian, between the spiritual beauty and the moral beauty? it is the distinction between the organic and the inorganic. moral beauty is the product of the natural man, spiritual beauty of the spiritual man. natural law, p. . october th. the first law of biology is: that which is mineral is mineral; that which is flesh is flesh; that which is spirit is spirit. the mineral remains in the inorganic world until it is seized upon by a something called life outside the inorganic world; the natural man remains the natural man, until a spiritual life from without the natural life seizes upon him, regenerates him, changes him into a spiritual man. natural law, p. . october th suppose now it be granted for a moment that the character of the not-a-christian is as beautiful as that of the christian. this is simply to say that the crystal is as beautiful as the organism. one is quite entitled to hold this; but what he is not entitled to hold is that both in the same sense are living. "he that hath the son hath life, and he that hath not the son of god hath not life." natural law, p. . october th. man is a moral animal, and can, and ought to, arrive at great natural beauty of character. but this is simply to obey the law of his nature--the law of his flesh; and no progress along that line can project him into the spiritual sphere. natural law, p. . october th. if any one choose to claim that the mineral beauty, the fleshly beauty, the natural moral beauty, is all he covets, he is entitled to his claim. to be good and true, pure and benevolent in the moral sphere, are high and, so far, legitimate objects in life. if he deliberately stop here, he is at liberty to do so. but what he is not entitled to do is to call himself a christian, or to claim to discharge the functions peculiar to the christian life. natural law, p. . october th. in dealing with a man of fine moral character, we are dealing with the highest achievement of the organic kingdom. but in dealing with a spiritual man we are dealing with the lowest form of life in the spiritual world. to contrast the two, therefore, and marvel that the one is apparently so little better than the other, is unscientific and unjust. natural law, p. . october th. the spiritual man is a mere unformed embryo, hidden as yet in his earthly chrysalis-case, while the natural man has the breeding and evolution of ages represented in his character. but what are the possibilities of this spiritual organism? what is yet to emerge from this chrysalis-case? the natural character finds its limits within the organic sphere. but who is to define the limits of the spiritual? even now it is very beautiful. even as an embryo it contains some prophecy of its future glory. but the point to mark is, that "it doth not yet appear what it shall be." natural law, p. . october th. the best test for life is just living. and living consists, as we have formerly seen, in corresponding with environment. those therefore who find within themselves, and regularly exercise, the faculties for corresponding with the divine environment, may be said to live the spiritual life. natural law, p. . october th. that the spiritual life, even in the embryonic organism, ought already to betray itself to others, is certainly what one would expect. every organism has its own reaction upon nature, and the reaction of the spiritual organism upon the community must be looked for. in the absence of any such reaction, in the absence of any token that it lived for a higher purpose, or that its real interests were those of the kingdom to which it professed to belong, we should be entitled to question its being in that kingdom. natural law, p. . october th. man's place in nature, or his position among the kingdoms, is to be decided by the characteristic functions habitually discharged by him. now, when the habits of certain individuals are closely observed, when the total effect of their life and work, with regard to the community, is gauged, . . . there ought to be no difficulty in deciding whether they are living for the organic or for the spiritual; in plainer language, for the world or for god. natural law, p. . october th. no matter what may be the moral uprightness of man's life, the honourableness of his career, or the orthodoxy of his creed, if he exercises the function of loving the world, that defines his world--he belongs to the organic kingdom. he cannot in that case belong to the higher kingdom. "if any man love the world, the love of the father is not in him." after all, it is by the general bent of a man's life, by his heart-impulses and secret desires, his spontaneous actions and abiding motives, that his generation is declared. natural law, p. . october st. the imperious claim of a kingdom upon its members is not peculiar to christianity. it is the law in all departments of nature that every organism must live for its kingdom. and in defining living for the higher kingdom as the condition of living in it, christ enunciates a principle which all nature has prepared us to expect. natural law, p. . october d. christianity marks the advent of what is simply a new kingdom. its distinctions from the kingdom below it are fundamental. it demands from its members activities and responses of an altogether novel order. it is, in the conception of its founder, a kingdom for which all its adherents must henceforth exclusively live and work, and which opens its gates alone upon those who, having counted the cost, are prepared to follow it if need be to the death. the surrender christ demanded was absolute. every aspirant for membership must seek first the kingdom of god. natural law, p. . october d. until even religious men see the uniqueness of christ's society, until they acknowledge to the full extent its claim to be nothing less than a new kingdom, they will continue the hopeless attempt to live for two kingdoms at once. and hence the value of a more explicit classification. for probably the most of the difficulties of trying to live the christian life arise from attempting to half-live it. natural law, p. . october th. two kingdoms, at the present time, are known to science-- the inorganic and the organic. the spiritual life does not belong to the inorganic kingdom, because it lives. it does not belong to the organic kingdom, because it is endowed with a kind of life infinitely removed from either the vegetable or animal. where, then, shall it be classed? we are left without an alternative. there being no kingdom known to science which can contain it, we must construct one. or, rather, we must include in the programme of science a kingdom already constructed, but the place of which in science has not yet been recognized. that kingdom is the kingdom of god. natural law, p. . october th. the goal of the organisms of the spiritual world is nothing less than this--to be "holy as he is holy, and pure as he is pure." and by the law of conformity to type, their final perfection is secured. the inward nature must develop out according to its type, until the consummation of oneness with god is reached. natural law, p. . october th. christianity defines the highest conceivable future for mankind. it satisfies the law of continuity. it guarantees the necessary conditions for carrying on the organism successfully, from stage to stage. it provides against the tendency to degeneration. and finally, instead of limiting the yearning hope of final perfection to the organisms of a future age--an age so remote that the hope for thousands of years must still be hopeless--instead of inflicting this cruelty on intelligences mature enough to know perfection and earnest enough to wish it, christianity puts the prize within immediate reach of man. natural law, p. . october th. no worse fate can befall a man in this world than to live and grow old alone, unloving and unloved. to be lost is to live in an unregenerate condition, loveless and unloved; and to be saved is to love; he that dwelleth in love dwelleth already in god. for god is love. the greatest thing in the world, p. . october th. "love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself." get these ingredients into your life. then everything that you do is eternal. it is worth doing. it is worth giving time to. the greatest thing in the world, p. . october th. the final test of religion at that great day is not religiousness, but love; not what i have done, not what i have believed, not what i have achieved, but how i have discharged the common charities of life. the greatest thing in the world, p. . october th. the words which all of us shall one day hear sound not of theology but of life, not of churches and saints, but of the hungry and the poor, not of creeds and doctrines, but of shelter and clothing, not of bibles and prayer-books, but of cups of cold water in the name of christ. the greatest thing in the world, p. . october st. the world moves. and each day, each hour, demands a further motion and re-adjustment for the soul. a telescope in an observatory follows a star by clockwork, but the clockwork of the soul is called the will. hence, while the soul in passivity reflects the image of the lord, the will in intense activity holds the mirror in position lest the drifting motion of the world bear it beyond the line of vision. to "follow christ" is largely to keep the soul in such position as will allow for the motion of the earth. and this calculated counteracting of the movements of a world, this holding of the mirror exactly opposite to the mirrored, this steadying of the faculties unerringly, through cloud and earthquake; fire and sword, is the stupendous cooperating labour of the will. the changed life, p. . november st. all around us christians are wearing themselves out in trying to be better. the amount of spiritual longing in the world--in the hearts of unnumbered thousands of men and women in whom we should never suspect it; among the wise and thoughtful; among the young and gay, who seldom assuage and never betray their thirst--this is one of the most wonderful and touching facts of life. it is not more heat that is needed, but more light; not more force, but a wiser direction to be given to very real energies already there. pax vobiscum, p. . november d. men sigh for the wings of a dove, that they may fly away and be at rest. but flying away will not help us. "the kingdom of god is within you." we aspire to the top to look for rest; it lies at the bottom. water rests only when it gets to the lowest place. so do men. hence, be lowly. pax vobiscum, p. . november d. the kingdom of god is righteousness, peace, joy. righteousness, of course, is just doing what is right. any boy who does what is right has the kingdom of god within him. any boy who, instead of being quarrelsome, lives at peace with the other boys, has the kingdom of god within him. any boy whose heart is filled with joy because he does what is right, has the kingdom of god within him. the kingdom of god is not going to religious meetings, and hearing strange religious experiences: the kingdom of god is doing what is right--living at peace with all men, being filled with joy in the holy ghost. first, p. . november th. the man who has no opinion of himself at all can never be hurt if others do not acknowledge him. hence, be meek. he who is without expectation cannot fret if nothing comes to him. it is self-evident that these things are so. the lowly man and the meek man are really above all other men, above all other things. pax vobiscum, p. . november th. keep religion in its place, and it will take you straight through life, and straight to your father in heaven when life is over. but if you do not put it in its place, you may just as well have nothing to do with it. religion out of its place in a human life is the most miserable thing in the world. there is nothing that requires so much to be kept in its place as religion, and its place is what? second? third? "first." boys, carry that home with you today--first the kingdom of god. make it so that it will be natural to you to think about that the very first thing. first, pp. , . november th. the change we have been striving after is not to be produced by any more striving after. it is to be wrought upon us by the moulding of hands beyond our own. as the branch ascends, and the bud bursts, and the fruit reddens under the cooperation of influences from the outside air, so man rises to the higher stature under invisible pressures from without. the changed life, p. . november th. every man's character remains as it is, or continues in the direction in which it is going, until it is compelled by impressed forces to change that state. our failure has been the failure to put ourselves in the way of the impressed forces. there is a clay, and there is a potter; we have tried to get the clay to mould the clay. the changed life, p. . november th. character is a unity, and all the virtues must advance together to make the perfect man. this method of sanctification, nevertheless, is in the true direction. it is only in the details of execution that it fails. the changed life, p. . november th. we all reflecting as a mirror the character of christ are transformed into the same image from character to character--from a poor character to a better one, from a better one to one a little better still, from that to one still more complete, until by slow degrees the perfect image is attained. here the solution of the problem of sanctification is compressed into a sentence: reflect the character of christ, and you will become like christ. the changed life, p. . november th. there are some men and some women in whose company we are always at our best. while with them we cannot think mean thoughts or speak ungenerous words. their mere presence is elevation, purification, sanctity. all the best stops in our nature are drawn out by their intercourse, and we find a music in our souls that was never there before. the changed life, p. . november th. take such a sentence as this: african explorers are subject to fevers which cause restlessness and delirium. note the expression, "cause restlessness." restlessness has a cause. clearly, then, any one who wished to get rid of restlessness would proceed at once to deal with the cause. pax vobiscum, p. . november th. what christian experience wants is thread, a vertebral column, method. it is impossible to believe that there is no remedy for its unevenness and dishevelment, or that the remedy is a secret. the idea, also, that some few men, by happy chance or happier temperament, have been given the secret--as if there were some sort of knack or trick of it--is wholly incredible. religion must ripen fruit for every temperament; and the way even into its highest heights must be by a gateway through which the peoples of the world may pass. pax vobiscum, p. . november th. nothing that happens in the world happens by chance. god is a god of order. everything is arranged upon definite principles, and never at random. the world, even the religious world, is governed by law. character is governed by law. happiness is governed by law. the christian experiences are governed by law. pax vobiscum, p. . november th. we are changed, as the old version has it--we do not change ourselves. no man can change himself. throughout the new testament you will find that wherever these moral and spiritual transformations are described the verbs are in the passive. presently it will be pointed out that there is a rationale in this; but meantime do not toss these words aside as if this passivity denied all human effort or ignored intelligible law. what is implied for the soul here is no more than is everywhere claimed for the body. the changed life, p. . november th. rain and snow do drop from the air, but not without a long previous history. they are the mature effects of former causes. equally so are rest, and peace, and joy. they, too, have each a previous history. storms and winds and calms are not accidents, but are brought about by antecedent circumstances. rest and peace are but calms in man's inward nature, and arise through causes as definite and as inevitable. pax vobiscum, p. . november th. few men know how to live. we grow up at random, carrying into mature life the merely animal methods and motives which we had as little children. and it does not occur to us that all this must be changed; that much of it must be reversed; that life is the finest of the fine arts; that it has to be learned with life-long patience, and that the years of our pilgrimage are all too short to master it triumphantly. pax vobiscum, p. . november th. christ's life outwardly was one of the most troubled lives that was ever lived: tempest and tumult, tumult and tempest, the waves breaking over it all the time till the worn body was laid in the grave. but the inner life was a sea of glass. the great calm was always there. at any moment you might have gone to him and found rest. pax vobiscum, p. . november th. the creation of a new heart, the renewing of a right spirit is an omnipotent work of god. leave it to the creator. "he which hath begun a good work in you will perfect it unto that day." the changed life, p. . november th. to become like christ is the only thing in the world worth caring for, the thing before which every ambition of man is folly, and all lower achievement vain. those only who make this quest the supreme desire and passion of their lives can even begin to hope to reach it. the changed life, p. . november th. a religion of effortless adoration may be a religion for an angel but never for a man. not in the contemplative, but in the active, lies true hope; not in rapture, but in reality, lies true life; not in the realm of ideals, but among tangible things, is man's sanctification wrought. the changed life, p. . november st. nothing ever for a moment broke the serenity of christ's life on earth. misfortune could not reach him; he had no fortune. food, raiment, money--fountain-heads of half the world's weariness--he simply did not care for; they played no part in his life; he "took no thought" for them. it was impossible to affect him by lowering his reputation; he had already made himself of no reputation. he was dumb before insult. when he was reviled, he reviled not again. in fact, there was nothing that the world could do to him that could ruffle the surface of his spirit. pax vobiscum, p. . november d. life is the cradle of eternity. as the man is to the animal in the slowness of his evolution, so is the spiritual man to the natural man. foundations which have to bear the weight of an eternal life must be surely laid. character is to wear forever; who will wonder or grudge that it cannot be developed in a day? the changed life, p. . november d. to await the growing of a soul is an almost divine act of faith. how pardonable, surely, the impatience of deformity with itself, of a consciously despicable character standing before christ, wondering, yearning, hungering to be like that? yet must one trust the process fearlessly, and without misgiving. "the lord the spirit" will do his part. the tempting expedient is, in haste for abrupt or visible progress, to try some method less spiritual, or to defeat the end by watching for effects instead of keeping the eye on the cause. the changed life, p. . november th. the image of christ that is forming within us--that is life's one charge. let every project stand aside for that. "till christ be formed," no man's work is finished, no religion crowned, no life has fulfilled its end. is the infinite task begun? when, how, are we to be different? time cannot change men. death cannot change men. christ can. wherefore put on christ. the changed life, p. . november th. christ saw that men took life painfully. to some it was a weariness, to others a failure, to many a tragedy, to all a struggle and a pain. how to carry this burden of life had been the whole world's problem. it is still the whole world's problem. and here is christ's solution. "carry it as i do. take life as i take it. look at it from my point of view. interpret it upon my principles. take my yoke and learn of me, and you will find it easy. for my yoke is easy, works easily, sits right upon the shoulders, and therefore my burden is light." pax vobiscum, p. . november th. there is a disease called "touchiness"--a disease which, in spite of its innocent name, is one of the gravest sources of restlessness in the world. touchiness, when it becomes chronic, is a morbid condition of the inward disposition. it is self-love inflamed to the acute point. . . the cure is to shift the yoke to some other place; to let men and things touch us through some new and perhaps as yet unused part of our nature; to become meek and lowly in heart while the old nature is becoming numb from want of use. pax vobiscum, pp. , . november th. christ's yoke is simply his secret for the alleviation of human life, his prescription for the best and happiest method of living. men harness themselves to the work and stress of the world in clumsy and unnatural ways. the harness they put on is antiquated. a rough, ill-fitted collar at the best, they make its strain and friction past enduring, by placing it where the neck is most sensitive; and by mere continuous irritation this sensitiveness increases until the whole nature is quick and sore. pax vobiscum, p. . november th. no one can get joy by merely asking for it. it is one of the ripest fruits of the christian life, and, like all fruits, must be grown. pax vobiscum, p. . november th christ is the source of joy to men in the sense in which he is the source of rest. his people share his life, and therefore share its consequences, and one of these is joy. his method of living is one that in the nature of things produces joy. when he spoke of his joy remaining with us he meant in part that the causes which produced it should continue to act. his followers, that is to say, by repeating his life would experience its accompaniments. his joy, his kind of joy, would remain with them. pax vobiscum, p. . november th. think of it, the past is not only focussed there, in a man's soul, it is there. how could it be reflected from there if it were not there? all things that he has ever seen, known, felt, believed of the surrounding world are now within him, have become part of him, in part are him--he has been changed into their image. he may deny it, he may resent it, but they are there. they do not adhere to him, they are transfused through him. he cannot alter or rub them out. they are not in his memory, they are in him. his soul is as they have filled it, made it, left it. the changed life, p. . december st. temper is significant, not in what it is alone but in what it reveals. . . . it is a test for love, a symptom, a revelation of an unloving nature at bottom. it is the intermittent fever which bespeaks unintermittent disease within; the occasional bubble escaping to the surface which betrays some rottenness underneath; a sample of the most hidden products of the soul dropped involuntarily when off one's guard; in a word, the lightning form of a hundred hideous and un-christian sins. the greatest thing in the world, p. . december d. you will find, as you look back upon your life, that the moments that stand out, the moments when you have really lived, are the moments when you have done things in a spirit of love. as memory scans the past, above and beyond all the transitory pleasures of life there leap forward those supreme hours when you have been enabled to do unnoticed kindnesses to those round about you, things too trifling to speak about, but which you feel have entered into your eternal life. the greatest thing in the world, p. . december d. if events change men, much more persons. no man can meet another on the street without making some mark upon him. we say we exchange words when we meet; what we exchange is souls. and when intercourse is very close and very frequent, so complete is this exchange that recognizable bits of the one soul begin to show in the other's nature, and the second is conscious of a similar and growing debt to the first. the changed life, p. . december th. in the natural world we absorb heat, breathe air, draw on environment all but automatically for meat and drink, for the nourishment of the senses, for mental stimulus, for all that, penetrating us from without, can prolong, enrich, and elevate life. but in the spiritual world we have all this to learn. we are new creatures, and even the bare living has to be acquired. natural law, p. . december th. the great point in learning to live the spiritual life is to live naturally. as closely as possible we must follow the broad, clear lines of the natural life. and there are three things especially which it is necessary for us to keep continually in view. the first is that the organism contains within itself only one-half of what is essential to life; the second is that the other half is contained in the environment; the third, that the condition of receptivity is simple union between the organism and the environment. natural law, p. . december th. to say that the organism contains within itself only one-half of what is essential to life, is to repeat the evangelical confession, so worn and yet so true to universal experience, of the utter helplessness of man. natural law, p. . december th. who has not come to the conclusion that he is but a part, a fraction of some larger whole? who does not miss at every turn of his life an absent god? that man is but a part, he knows, for there is room in him for more. that god is the other part, he feels, because at times he satisfies his need. who does not tremble often under that sicklier symptom of his incompleteness, his want of spiritual energy, his helplessness with sin? but now he understands both--the void in his life, the powerlessness of his will. he understands that, like all other energy, spiritual power is contained in environment. he finds here at last the true root of all human frailty, emptiness, nothingness, sin. this is why "without me ye can do nothing." powerless is the normal state not only of this but of every organism--of every organism apart from its environment. natural law, p. . december th. to seize continuously the opportunity of more and more perfect adjustment to better and higher conditions, to balance some inward evil with some purer influence acting from without, in a word to make our environment at the same time that it is making us--these are the secrets of a well-ordered and successful life. natural law, p. . december th. in the spiritual world the subtle influences which form and transform the soul are heredity and environment. and here especially, where all is invisible, where much that we feel to be real is yet so ill-defined, it becomes of vital practical moment to clarify the atmosphere as far as possible with conceptions borrowed from the natural life. natural law, p. . december th. these lower correspondences are in their nature unfitted for an eternal life. even if they were perfect in their relation to their environment, they would still not be eternal. however opposed, apparently, to the scientific definition of eternal life, it is yet true that perfect correspondence with environment is not eternal life. . . . an eternal life demands an eternal environment. natural law, p. . december th. on what does the christian argument for immortality really rest? it stands upon the pedestal on which the theologian rests the whole of historical christianity--the resurrection of jesus christ. natural law, p. . december th. the soul which has no correspondence with the spiritual environment is spiritually dead. it may be that it never possessed . . . the spiritual ear, or a heart which throbbed in response to the love of god. if so, having never lived, it cannot be said to have died. but not to have these correspondences is to be in the state of death. to the spiritual world, to the divine environment, it is dead--as a stone which has never lived is dead to the environment of the organic world. natural law, p. . december th. the humanity of what is called "sudden conversion" has never been insisted on as it deserves. . . . while growth is a slow and gradual process, the change from death to life, alike in the natural and spiritual spheres, is the work of the moment. whatever the conscious hour of the second birth may be--in the case of an adult it is probably defined by the first real victory over sin--it is certain that on biological principles the real turning-point is literally a moment. natural law, p. . december th. christ says we must hate life. now, this does not apply to all life. it is "life in this world" that is to be hated. for life in this world implies conformity to this world. it may not mean pursuing worldly pleasures, or mixing with worldly sets; but a subtler thing than that--a silent deference to worldly opinion; an almost unconscious lowering of religious tone to the level of the worldly-religious world around; a subdued resistance to the soul's delicate promptings to greater consecration, out of deference to "breadth" or fear of ridicule. these, and such things, are what christ tells us we must hate. for these things are of the very essence of worldliness. "if any man love the world," even in this sense, "the love of the father is not in him." natural law, p. . december th. to correspond with the god of science, the eternal unknowable, would be everlasting existence; to correspond with "the true god and jesus christ," is eternal life. the quality of the eternal life alone makes the heaven; mere everlastingness might be no boon. even the brief span of the temporal life is too long for those who spend its years in sorrow. natural law, p. . december th. the relation between the spiritual man and his environment is, in theological language, a filial relation. with the new spirit, the filial correspondence, he knows the father--and this is life eternal. this is not only the real relation, but the only possible relation: "neither knoweth any man the father save the son, and he to whomsoever the son will reveal him." and this on purely natural grounds. natural law, p. . december th. communion with god--can it be demonstrated in terms of science that this is a correspondence which will never break? we do not appeal to science for such a testimony. we have asked for its conception of an eternal life; and we have received for answer that eternal life would consist in a correspondence which should never cease, with an environment which should never pass away. and yet what would science demand of a perfect correspondence that is not met by this, the knowing of god? there is no other correspondence which could satisfy one at least of the conditions. not one could be named which would not bear on the face of it the mark and pledge of its mortality. but this, to know god, stands alone. natural law, p. . december th. the misgiving which will creep sometimes over the brightest faith has already received its expression and its rebuke: "who shall separate us from the love of christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?" shall these "changes in the physical state of the environment" which threaten death to the natural man, destroy the spiritual? shall death, or life, or angels, or principalities, or powers, arrest or tamper with his eternal correspondences? "nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. for i am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of god, which is in christ jesus our lord." rom. viii, - . natural law, p. . december th. "we find that man, or the spiritual man, is equipped with two sets of correspondences." one set possesses the quality of everlastingness, the other is temporal. but unless these are separated by some means the temporal will continue to impair and hinder the eternal. the final preparation, therefore, for the inheriting of eternal life must consist in the abandonment of the non-eternal elements. these must be unloosed and dissociated from the higher elements. and this is effected by a closing catastrophe--death. natural law, p. . december th. heredity and environment are the master-influences of the organic world. these have made all of us what we are. these forces are still ceaselessly playing upon all our lives. and he who truly understands these influences; he who has decided how much to allow to each; he who can regulate new forces as they arise, or adjust them to the old, so directing them as at one moment to make them cooperate, at another to counter act one another, understands the rationale of personal development. natural law, p. . december st. it is the law of influence that we become like those whom we habitually admire. through all the range of literature, of history, and biography this law presides. men are all mosaics of other men. there was a savour of david about jonathan and a savour of jonathan about david. jean valjean, in the masterpiece of victor hugo, is bishop bienvenu risen from the dead. metempsychosis is a fact. the changed life, p. . december d. can we shut our eyes to the fact that the religious opinions of mankind are in a state of flux? and when we regard the uncertainty of current beliefs, the war of creeds, the havoc of inevitable as well as of idle doubt, the reluctant abandonment of early faith by those who would cherish it longer if they could, is it not plain that the one thing thinking men are waiting for is the introduction of law among the phenomena of the spiritual world? when that comes we shall offer to such men a truly scientific theology. and the reign of law will transform the whole spiritual world as it has already transformed the natural world. natural law, preface, p. ix. december d. we have truth in nature as it came from god. and it has to be read with the same unbiassed mind, the same open eye, the same faith, and the same reverence as all other revelation. all that is found there, whatever its place in theology, whatever its orthodoxy or heterodoxy, whatever its narrowness or its breadth, we are bound to accept as doctrine from which on the lines of science there is no escape. natural law, preface, p. xi. december th. in nature generally, we come upon new laws as we pass from lower to higher kingdoms, the old still remaining in force, the newer laws which one would expect to meet in the spiritual world would so transcend and overwhelm the older as to make the analogy or identity, even if traced, of no practical use. the new laws would represent operations and energies so different, and so much more elevated, that they would afford the true keys to the spiritual world. natural law, p. . december th. the visible is the ladder up to the invisible; the temporal is but the scaffolding of the eternal. and when the last immaterial souls have climbed through this material to god, the scaffolding shall be taken down, and the earth dissolved with fervent heat--not because it was base, but because its work is done. natural law, p. . december th. the natural man belongs essentially to this present order of things. he is endowed simply with a high quality of the natural animal life. but it is life of so poor a quality that it is not life at all. he that hath not the son hath not life; but he that hath the son hath life-- a new and distinct and supernatural endowment. he is not of this world. he is of the timeless state, of eternity. it doth not yet appear what he shall be. natural law, p. . december th. the gradualness of growth is a characteristic which strikes the simplest observer. long before the word evolution was coined christ applied it in this very connection--"first the blade, then the ear, then the full corn in the ear." it is well known also to those who study the parables of nature that there is an ascending scale of slowness as we rise in the scale of life. growth is most gradual in the highest forms. man attains his maturity after a score of years; the monad completes its humble cycle in a day. what wonder if development be tardy in the creature of eternity? a christian's sun has sometimes set, and a critical world has seen as yet no corn in the ear. as yet? "as yet," in this long life, has not begun. grant him the years proportionate to his place in the scale of life. "the time of harvest is not yet." natural law, p. . december th. salvation is a definite process. if a man refuse to submit himself to that process, clearly he cannot have the benefits of it. "as many as received him to them gave he power to become the sons of god." he does not avail himself of this power. it may be mere carelessness or apathy. nevertheless the neglect is fatal. he cannot escape because he will not. natural law, p. . december th. the end of salvation is perfection, the christ-like mind, character, and life. morality is on the way to this perfection; it may go a considerable distance toward it, but it can never reach it. only life can do that. . . . morality can never reach perfection; life must. for the life must develop out according to its type; and being a germ of the christ-life, it must unfold into a christ. natural law, p. . december th. perfect life is not merely the possessing of perfect functions, but of perfect functions perfectly adjusted to each other, and all conspiring to a single result, the perfect working of the whole organism. it is not said that the character will develop in all its fulness in this life. that were a time too short for an evolution so magnificent. in this world only the cornless ear is seen: sometimes only the small yet still prophetic blade. natural law, p. . december st. the immortal soul must give itself to something that is immortal. and the only immortal things are these: "now abideth faith, hope, love, but the greatest of these is love." some think the time may come when two of these three things will also pass away--faith into sight, hope into fruition. paul does not say so. we know but little now about the conditions of the life that is to come. but what is certain is that love must last. god, the eternal god, is love. covet therefore that everlasting gift. the greatest thing in the world, pp. , . henry drummond's works. the programme of christianity. a new address by henry drummond, to be issued uniform with the previous booklets. price, cents. the greatest thing in the world. leatherette, gilt top. price, cents. illustrated edition, cloth, price, $ . . pax vobiscum. the second of the series of which "the greatest thing in the world" is the first. leatherette, gilt top. price, cents; illustrated edition, cloth, $ . . the changed life. an address by henry drummond. the third of the series. gilt top, leatherette. price, cents. natural law in the spiritual world, by henry drummond, f.r.s.e., f.g.s. cloth, red top, title in gold, pp. price, cents. "first:" a talk with boys. an address delivered at glasgow to the boys' brigade. paper cover, cents; $ . per dozen; leatherette, silver edges, cents. baxter's second innings. a book for boys. ready, cents. author's only editions. for sale by all booksellers, or sent by mail on receipt of price. quotes and images from john lothrop motley history of the netherlands by john lothrop motley list of illustrations motley's history of the netherlands title page the siege of antwerp prince william of orange-nassau (william the silent) the earl of leichester alexander farnese, prince of parma john of barneveld bookcover the hague , the last year of peace a pleasantry called voluntary contributions or benevolences a good lawyer is a bad christian a terrible animal, indeed, is an unbridled woman a common hatred united them, for a time at least a penal offence in the republic to talk of peace or of truce a most fatal success a country disinherited by nature of its rights a free commonwealth--was thought an absurdity a hard bargain when both parties are losers a burnt cat fears the fire a despot really keeps no accounts, nor need to do so a sovereign remedy for the disease of liberty a pusillanimous peace, always possible at any period a man incapable of fatigue, of perplexity, or of fear a truce he honestly considered a pitfall of destruction a great historian is almost a statesman able men should be by design and of purpose suppressed about equal to that of england at the same period absolution for incest was afforded at thirty-six livres abstinence from unproductive consumption abstinence from inquisition into consciences and private parlour absurd affectation of candor accepting a new tyrant in place of the one so long ago deposed accustomed to the faded gallantries achieved the greatness to which they had not been born act of uniformity required papists to assist acts of violence which under pretext of religion admired or despised, as if he or she were our contemporary adulation for inferiors whom they despise advanced orthodox party-puritans advancing age diminished his tendency to other carnal pleasures advised his majesty to bestow an annual bribe upon lord burleigh affecting to discredit them affection of his friends and the wrath of his enemies age when toleration was a vice agreements were valid only until he should repent alas! the benighted victims of superstition hugged their chains alas! we must always have something to persecute alas! one never knows when one becomes a bore alexander's exuberant discretion all italy was in his hands all fellow-worms together all business has been transacted with open doors all reading of the scriptures (forbidden) all the majesty which decoration could impart all denounced the image-breaking all claimed the privilege of persecuting all his disciples and converts are to be punished with death all protestants were beheaded, burned, or buried alive all classes are conservative by necessity all the ministers and great functionaries received presents all offices were sold to the highest bidder allow her to seek a profit from his misfortune allowed the demon of religious hatred to enter into its body almost infinite power of the meanest of passions already looking forward to the revolt of the slave states altercation between luther and erasmus, upon predestination always less apt to complain of irrevocable events american unholy inquisition amuse them with this peace negotiation an inspiring and delightful recreation (auto-da-fe) an hereditary papacy, a perpetual pope-emperor an age when to think was a crime an unjust god, himself the origin of sin an order of things in which mediocrity is at a premium anarchy which was deemed inseparable from a non-regal form anatomical study of what has ceased to exist and give advice. of that, although always a spendthrift and now the knife of another priest-led fanatic and thus this gentle and heroic spirit took its flight angle with their dissimulation as with a hook announced his approaching marriage with the virgin mary annual harvest of iniquity by which his revenue was increased anxiety to do nothing wrong, the senators did nothing at all are apt to discharge such obligations-- (by) ingratitude are wont to hang their piety on the bell-rope argument in a circle argument is exhausted and either action or compromise begins aristocracy of god's elect arminianism arrested on suspicion, tortured till confession arrive at their end by fraud, when violence will not avail them artillery as logical as men in their cups are prone to be as the old woman had told the emperor adrian as if they were free will not make them free as lieve see the spanish as the calvinistic inquisition as ready as papists, with age, fagot, and excommunication as with his own people, keeping no back-door open as neat a deception by telling the truth at a blow decapitated france at length the twig was becoming the tree atheist, a tyrant, because he resisted dictation from the clergy attachment to a half-drowned land and to a despised religion attacked by the poetic mania attacking the authority of the pope attempting to swim in two waters auction sales of judicial ermine baiting his hook a little to his appetite barbara blomberg, washerwoman of ratisbon batavian legion was the imperial body guard beacons in the upward path of mankind beating the netherlanders into christianity beautiful damsel, who certainly did not lack suitors because he had been successful (hated) becoming more learned, and therefore more ignorant been already crimination and recrimination more than enough before morning they had sacked thirty churches began to scatter golden arguments with a lavish hand beggars of the sea, as these privateersmen designated themselves behead, torture, burn alive, and bury alive all heretics being the true religion, proved by so many testimonies believed in the blessed advent of peace beneficent and charitable purposes (war) best defence in this case is little better than an impeachment bestowing upon others what was not his property better to be governed by magistrates than mobs better is the restlessness of a noble ambition beware of a truce even more than of a peace bigotry which was the prevailing characteristic of the age bishop is a consecrated pirate blessed freedom from speech-making blessing of god upon the devil's work bold reformer had only a new dogma in place of the old ones bomb-shells were not often used although known for a century breath, time, and paper were profusely wasted and nothing gained brethren, parents, and children, having wives in common bribed the deity bungling diplomatists and credulous dotards burned, strangled, beheaded, or buried alive ( , ) burned alive if they objected to transubstantiation burning with bitter revenge for all the favours he had received burning of servetus at geneva business of an officer to fight, of a general to conquer but the habit of dissimulation was inveterate but after all this isn't a war it is a revolution but not thoughtlessly indulgent to the boy butchery in the name of christ was suspended by turns, we all govern and are governed calling a peace perpetual can never make it so calumny is often a stronger and more lasting power than disdain can never be repaired and never sufficiently regretted canker of a long peace care neither for words nor menaces in any matter cargo of imaginary gold dust was exported from the james river casting up the matter "as pinchingly as possibly might be" casual outbursts of eternal friendship certain number of powers, almost exactly equal to each other certainly it was worth an eighty years' war changed his positions and contradicted himself day by day character of brave men to act, not to expect charles the fifth autocrat of half the world chief seafaring nations of the world were already protestant chieftains are dwarfed in the estimation of followers children who had never set foot on the shore christian sympathy and a small assistance not being sufficient chronicle of events must not be anticipated claimed the praise of moderation that their demands were so few cold water of conventional and commonplace encouragement college of "peace-makers," who wrangled more than all colonel ysselstein, "dismissed for a homicide or two" compassing a country's emancipation through a series of defeats conceding it subsequently, after much contestation conceit, and procrastination which marked the royal character conciliation when war of extermination was intended conclusive victory for the allies seemed as predestined conde and coligny condemned first and inquired upon after condemning all heretics to death conflicting claims of prerogative and conscience conformity of governments to the principles of justice confused conferences, where neither party was entirely sincere considerable reason, even if there were but little justice considerations of state have never yet failed the axe considerations of state as a reason considered it his special mission in the world to mediate consign to the flames all prisoners whatever (papal letter) constant vigilance is the price of liberty constitute themselves at once universal legatees constitutional governments, move in the daylight consumer would pay the tax, supposing it were ever paid at all contained within itself the germs of a larger liberty contempt for treaties however solemnly ratified continuing to believe himself invincible and infallible converting beneficent commerce into baleful gambling could handle an argument as well as a sword could paint a character with the ruddy life-blood coloring could not be both judge and party in the suit could do a little more than what was possible country would bear his loss with fortitude courage of despair inflamed the french courage and semblance of cheerfulness, with despair in his heart court fatigue, to scorn pleasure covered now with the satirical dust of centuries craft meaning, simply, strength created one child for damnation and another for salvation crescents in their caps: rather turkish than popish crimes and cruelties such as christians only could imagine criminal whose guilt had been established by the hot iron criminals buying paradise for money cruelties exercised upon monks and papists crusades made great improvement in the condition of the serfs culpable audacity and exaggerated prudence customary oaths, to be kept with the customary conscientiousness daily widening schism between lutherans and calvinists deadliest of sins, the liberty of conscience deadly hatred of puritans in england and holland deal with his enemy as if sure to become his friend death rather than life with a false acknowledgment of guilt decline a bribe or interfere with the private sale of places decrees for burning, strangling, and burying alive deeply criminal in the eyes of all religious parties defeated garrison ever deserved more respect from friend or foe defect of enjoying the flattery, of his inferiors in station delay often fights better than an army against a foreign invader demanding peace and bread at any price democratic instincts of the ancient german savages denies the utility of prayers for the dead denounced as an obstacle to peace depths theological party spirit could descend depths of credulity men in all ages can sink despised those who were grateful despot by birth and inclination (charles v.) determined to bring the very name of liberty into contempt devote himself to his gout and to his fair young wife difference between liberties and liberty difficult for one friend to advise another in three matters diplomacy of spain and rome--meant simply dissimulation diplomatic adroitness consists mainly in the power to deceive disciple of simon stevinus dismay of our friends and the gratification of our enemies disordered, and unknit state needs no shaking, but propping disposed to throat-cutting by the ministers of the gospel dispute between luther and zwingli concerning the real presence disputing the eternal damnation of young children dissenters were as bigoted as the orthodox dissimulation and delay distinguished for his courage, his cruelty, and his corpulence divine right of kings divine right do you want peace or war? i am ready for either doctrine of predestination in its sternest and strictest sense don john of austria don john was at liberty to be king of england and scotland done nothing so long as aught remained to do drank of the water in which, he had washed draw a profit out of the necessities of this state during this, whole war, we have never seen the like dying at so very inconvenient a moment each in its turn becoming orthodox, and therefore persecuting eat their own children than to forego one high mass eight thousand human beings were murdered elizabeth, though convicted, could always confute elizabeth (had not) the faintest idea of religious freedom eloquence of the biggest guns emperor of japan addressed him as his brother monarch emulation is not capability endure every hardship but hunger enemy of all compulsion of the human conscience england hated the netherlands english puritans englishmen and hollanders preparing to cut each other's throats enmity between lutherans and calvinists enormous wealth (of the church) which engendered the hatred enriched generation after generation by wealthy penitence enthusiasm could not supply the place of experience envying those whose sufferings had already been terminated epernon, the true murderer of henry erasmus of rotterdam erasmus encourages the bold friar establish not freedom for calvinism, but freedom for conscience estimating his character and judging his judges even the virtues of james were his worst enemies even to grant it slowly is to deny it utterly even for the rape of god's mother, if that were possible ever met disaster with so cheerful a smile ever-swarming nurseries of mercenary warriors every one sees what you seem, few perceive what you are everybody should mind his own business everything else may happen this alone must happen everything was conceded, but nothing was secured evil is coming, the sooner it arrives the better evil has the advantage of rapidly assuming many shapes excited with the appearance of a gem of true philosophy excused by their admirers for their shortcomings excuses to disarm the criticism he had some reason to fear executions of huss and jerome of prague exorcising the devil by murdering his supposed victims extraordinary capacity for yielding to gentle violence fable of divine right is invented to sanction the system faction has rarely worn a more mischievous aspect famous fowl in every pot fanatics of the new religion denounced him as a godless man fate, free will, or absolute foreknowledge father cotton, who was only too ready to betray the secrets fear of the laugh of the world at its sincerity fed on bear's liver, were nearly poisoned to death felix mants, the anabaptist, is drowned at zurich fellow worms had been writhing for half a century in the dust ferocity which even christians could not have surpassed few, even prelates were very dutiful to the pope fiction of apostolic authority to bind and loose fifty thousand persons in the provinces (put to death) financial opposition to tyranny is apt to be unanimous find our destruction in our immoderate desire for peace fishermen and river raftsmen become ocean adventurers fitted "to warn, to comfort, and command" fitter to obey than to command five great rivers hold the netherland territory in their coils flattery is a sweet and intoxicating potion fled from the land of oppression to the land of liberty fool who useth not wit because he hath it not for myself i am unworthy of the honor (of martyrdom) for faithful service, evil recompense for women to lament, for men to remember for us, looking back upon the past, which was then the future for his humanity towards the conquered garrisons (censured) forbidding the wearing of mourning at all forbids all private assemblies for devotion force clerical--the power of clerks foremost to shake off the fetters of superstition forget those who have done them good service forgiving spirit on the part of the malefactor fortune's buffets and rewards can take with equal thanks four weeks' holiday--the first in eleven years france was mourning henry and waiting for richelieu french seem madmen, and are wise friendly advice still more intolerable full of precedents and declamatory commonplaces furious fanaticism furious mob set upon the house of rem bischop furnished, in addition, with a force of two thousand prostitutes future world as laid down by rival priesthoods gallant and ill-fated lamoral egmont gaul derided the roman soldiers as a band of pigmies german-lutheran sixteenth-century idea of religious freedom german finds himself sober--he believes himself ill german highland and the german netherland gigantic vices are proudly pointed to as the noblest give him advice if he asked it, and money when he required glory could be put neither into pocket nor stomach god has given absolute power to no mortal man god, whose cause it was, would be pleased to give good weather god alone can protect us against those whom we trust god of wrath who had decreed the extermination of all unbeliever god of vengeance, of jealousy, and of injustice god save the king! it was the last time gold was the only passkey to justice gomarites accused the arminians of being more lax than papists govern under the appearance of obeying great transactions of a reign are sometimes paltry things great science of political equilibrium great privilege, the magna charta of holland great error of despising their enemy great war of religion and politics was postponed great battles often leave the world where they found it guarantees of forgiveness for every imaginable sin guilty of no other crime than adhesion to the catholic faith habeas corpus had industry been honoured instead of being despised haereticis non servanda fides hair and beard unshorn, according to ancient batavian custom halcyon days of ban, book and candle hanged for having eaten meat-soup upon friday hanging of mary dyer at boston hangman is not the most appropriate teacher of religion happy to glass themselves in so brilliant a mirror hard at work, pouring sand through their sieves hardly a distinguished family in spain not placed in mourning hardly a sound protestant policy anywhere but in holland hardly an inch of french soil that had not two possessors having conjugated his paradigm conscientiously he had omitted to execute heretics he did his best to be friends with all the world he was a sincere bigot he that stands let him see that he does not fall he was not always careful in the construction of his sentences he would have no persecution of the opposite creed he came as a conqueror not as a mediator he who spreads the snare always tumbles into the ditch himself he who would have all may easily lose all he knew men, especially he knew their weaknesses he had never enjoyed social converse, except at long intervals he would have no calvinist inquisition set up in its place he who confessed well was absolved well he did his work, but he had not his reward he sat a great while at a time. he had a genius for sitting he was not imperial of aspect on canvas or coin he often spoke of popular rights with contempt he spent more time at table than the bearnese in sleep heidelberg catechism were declared to be infallible henry the huguenot as the champion of the council of trent her teeth black, her bosom white and liberally exposed (eliz.) heresy was a plant of early growth in the netherlands heretics to the english church were persecuted hibernian mode of expressing himself high officers were doing the work of private, soldiers highborn demagogues in that as in every age affect adulation highest were not necessarily the least slimy his inordinate arrogance his own past triumphs seemed now his greatest enemies his imagination may have assisted his memory in the task his insolence intolerable his learning was a reproach to the ignorant his invectives were, however, much stronger than his arguments his personal graces, for the moment, took the rank of virtues his dogged, continuous capacity for work historical scepticism may shut its eyes to evidence history is a continuous whole of which we see only fragments history is but made up of a few scattered fragments history never forgets and never forgives history has not too many really important and emblematic men history shows how feeble are barriers of paper holland was afraid to give a part, although offering the whole holland, england, and america, are all links of one chain holy office condemned all the inhabitants of the netherlands holy institution called the inquisition honor good patriots, and to support them in venial errors hope delayed was but a cold and meagre consolation hope deferred, suddenly changing to despair how many more injured by becoming bad copies of a bad ideal hugo grotius human nature in its meanness and shame human ingenuity to inflict human misery human fat esteemed the sovereignst remedy (for wounds) humanizing effect of science upon the barbarism of war humble ignorance as the safest creed humility which was but the cloak to his pride hundred thousand men had laid down their lives by her decree i did never see any man behave himself as he did i know how to console myself i am a king that will be ever known not to fear any but god i hope and i fear i would carry the wood to burn my own son withal i regard my country's profit, not my own i will never live, to see the end of my poverty idea of freedom in commerce has dawned upon nations idiotic principle of sumptuary legislation idle, listless, dice-playing, begging, filching vagabonds if he had little, he could live upon little if to do be as grand as to imagine what it were good to do if he has deserved it, let them strike off his head ignoble facts which strew the highways of political life ignorance is the real enslaver of mankind imagined, and did the work of truth imagining that they held the world's destiny in their hands impatience is often on the part of the non-combatants implication there was much, of assertion very little imposed upon the multitudes, with whom words were things impossible it is to practise arithmetic with disturbed brains impossible it was to invent terms of adulation too gross in revolutions the men who win are those who are in earnest in character and general talents he was beneath mediocrity in times of civil war, to be neutral is to be nothing in holland, the clergy had neither influence nor seats in this he was much behind his age or before it incur the risk of being charged with forwardness than neglect indecision did the work of indolence indignant that heretics had been suffered to hang individuals walking in advance of their age indoor home life imprisons them in the domestic circle indulging them frequently with oracular advice inevitable fate of talking castles and listening ladies infamy of diplomacy, when diplomacy is unaccompanied by honesty infinite capacity for pecuniary absorption informer, in case of conviction, should be entitled to one half inhabited by the savage tribes called samoyedes innocent generation, to atone for the sins of their forefathers inquisition of the netherlands is much more pitiless inquisition was not a fit subject for a compromise inquisitors enough; but there were no light vessels in the armada insane cruelty, both in the cause of the wrong and the right insensible to contumely, and incapable of accepting a rebuff insinuate that his orders had been hitherto misunderstood insinuating suspicions when unable to furnish evidence intellectual dandyisms of bulwer intelligence, science, and industry were accounted degrading intense bigotry of conviction intentions of a government which did not know its own intentions international friendship, the self-interest of each intolerable tendency to puns invaluable gift which no human being can acquire, authority invented such christian formulas as these (a curse) inventing long speeches for historical characters invincible armada had not only been vanquished but annihilated irresistible force in collision with an insuperable resistance it was the true religion, and there was none other it is not desirable to disturb much of that learned dust it had not yet occurred to him that he was married it is n't strategists that are wanted so much as believers it is certain that the english hate us (sully) its humility, seemed sufficiently ironical james of england, who admired, envied, and hated henry jealousy, that potent principle jesuit mariana--justifying the killing of excommunicated kings john castel, who had stabbed henry iv. john wier, a physician of grave john robinson john quincy adams judas maccabaeus july st, two augustine monks were burned at brussels justified themselves in a solemn consumption of time kindly shadow of oblivion king who thought it furious madness to resist the enemy king had issued a general repudiation of his debts king set a price upon his head as a rebel king of zion to be pinched to death with red-hot tongs king was often to be something much less or much worse king's definite and final intentions, varied from day to day labored under the disadvantage of never having existed labour was esteemed dishonourable language which is ever living because it is dead languor of fatigue, rather than any sincere desire for peace leading motive with all was supposed to be religion learn to tremble as little at priestcraft as at swordcraft leave not a single man alive in the city, and to burn every house let us fool these poor creatures to their heart's content licences accorded by the crown to carry slaves to america life of nations and which we call the past like a man holding a wolf by the ears little army of maurice was becoming the model for europe little grievances would sometimes inflame more than vast local self-government which is the life-blood of liberty logic of the largest battalions logic is rarely the quality on which kings pride themselves logical and historical argument of unmerciful length long succession of so many illustrious obscure longer they delay it, the less easy will they find it look through the cloud of dissimulation look for a sharp war, or a miserable peace looking down upon her struggle with benevolent indifference lord was better pleased with adverbs than nouns loud, nasal, dictatorial tone, not at all agreeable louis xiii. loving only the persons who flattered him ludicrous gravity luther's axiom, that thoughts are toll-free lutheran princes of germany, detested the doctrines of geneva luxury had blunted the fine instincts of patriotism made peace--and had been at war ever since made no breach in royal and roman infallibility made to swing to and fro over a slow fire magistracy at that moment seemed to mean the sword magnificent hopefulness maintaining the attitude of an injured but forgiving christian make sheep of yourselves, and the wolf will eat you make the very name of man a term of reproach man is never so convinced of his own wisdom man who cannot dissemble is unfit to reign man had only natural wrongs (no natural rights) man had no rights at all he was property mankind were naturally inclined to calumny manner in which an insult shall be dealt with many greedy priests, of lower rank, had turned shop-keepers maritime heretics matter that men may rather pray for than hope for matters little by what name a government is called meantime the second civil war in france had broken out mediocrity is at a premium meet around a green table except as fencers in the field men were loud in reproof, who had been silent men fought as if war was the normal condition of humanity men who meant what they said and said what they meant mendacity may always obtain over innocence and credulity military virtue in the support of an infamous cause misanthropical, sceptical philosopher misery had come not from their being enemies mistake to stumble a second time over the same stone mistakes might occur from occasional deviations into sincerity mockery of negotiation in which nothing could be negotiated modern statesmanship, even while it practises, condemns monasteries, burned their invaluable libraries mondragon was now ninety-two years old moral nature, undergoes less change than might be hoped more accustomed to do well than to speak well more easily, as he had no intention of keeping the promise more catholic than the pope more fiercely opposed to each other than to papists more apprehension of fraud than of force most detestable verses that even he had ever composed most entirely truthful child he had ever seen motley was twice sacrificed to personal feelings much as the blind or the deaf towards colour or music myself seeing of it methinketh that i dream names history has often found it convenient to mark its epochs national character, not the work of a few individuals nations tied to the pinafores of children in the nursery natural to judge only by the result natural tendency to suspicion of a timid man nearsighted liberalism necessary to make a virtue of necessity necessity of extirpating heresy, root and branch necessity of deferring to powerful sovereigns necessity of kingship negotiated as if they were all immortal neighbour's blazing roof was likely soon to fire their own neither kings nor governments are apt to value logic neither wished the convocation, while both affected an eagerness neither ambitious nor greedy never peace well made, he observed, without a mighty war never did statesmen know better how not to do never lack of fishers in troubled waters new years day in england, th january by the new style night brings counsel nine syllables that which could be more forcibly expressed in on no one can testify but a householder no man can be neutral in civil contentions no law but the law of the longest purse no two books, as he said, ever injured each other no retrenchments in his pleasures of women, dogs, and buildings no great man can reach the highest position in our government no man is safe (from news reporters) no man could reveal secrets which he did not know no authority over an army which they did not pay no man pretended to think of the state no synod had a right to claim netherlanders as slaves no qualities whatever but birth and audacity to recommend him no generation is long-lived enough to reap the harvest no man ever understood the art of bribery more thoroughly no calumny was too senseless to be invented none but god to compel me to say more than i choose to say nor is the spirit of the age to be pleaded in defence not a friend of giving details larger than my ascertained facts not distinguished for their docility not to let the grass grow under their feet not a single acquaintance in the place, and we glory in the fact not safe for politicians to call each other hard names not his custom nor that of his councillors to go to bed not of the genus reptilia, and could neither creep nor crouch not strong enough to sustain many more such victories not to fall asleep in the shade of a peace negotiation not many more than two hundred catholics were executed not upon words but upon actions not for a new doctrine, but for liberty of conscience not of the stuff of which martyrs are made (erasmus) not so successful as he was picturesque nothing could equal alexander's fidelity, but his perfidy nothing cheap, said a citizen bitterly, but sermons nothing was so powerful as religious difference notre dame at antwerp nowhere was the persecution of heretics more relentless nowhere were so few unproductive consumers o god! what does man come to! obscure were thought capable of dying natural deaths obstinate, of both sexes, to be burned octogenarian was past work and past mischief of high rank but of lamentably low capacity often much tyranny in democracy often necessary to be blind and deaf oldenbarneveld; afterwards so illustrious on the first day four thousand men and women were slaughtered one-half to philip and one-half to the pope and venice (slaves) one-third of philip's effective navy was thus destroyed one golden grain of wit into a sheet of infinite platitude one could neither cry nor laugh within the spanish dominions one of the most contemptible and mischievous of kings (james i) only healthy existence of the french was in a state of war only true religion only citadel against a tyrant and a conqueror was distrust only kept alive by milk, which he drank from a woman's breast only foundation fit for history,-- original contemporary document opening an abyss between government and people opposed the subjection of the magistracy by the priesthood oration, fertile in rhetoric and barren in facts orator was, however, delighted with his own performance others that do nothing, do all, and have all the thanks others go to battle, says the historian, these go to war our pot had not gone to the fire as often our mortal life is but a string of guesses at the future outdoing himself in dogmatism and inconsistency over excited, when his prejudices were roughly handled panegyrists of royal houses in the sixteenth century pardon for crimes already committed, or about to be committed pardon for murder, if not by poison, was cheaper partisans wanted not accommodation but victory party hatred was not yet glutted with the blood it had drunk passion is a bad schoolmistress for the memory past was once the present, and once the future pathetic dying words of anne boleyn patriotism seemed an unimaginable idea pauper client who dreamed of justice at the hands of law paving the way towards atheism (by toleration) paying their passage through, purgatory peace founded on the only secure basis, equality of strength peace was desirable, it might be more dangerous than war peace seemed only a process for arriving at war peace and quietness is brought into a most dangerous estate peace-at-any-price party peace, in reality, was war in its worst shape peace was unattainable, war was impossible, truce was inevitable peace would be destruction perfection of insolence perpetually dropping small innuendos like pebbles persons who discussed religious matters were to be put to death petty passion for contemptible details philip ii. gave the world work enough philip of macedon, who considered no city impregnable philip iv. philip, who did not often say a great deal in a few words picturesqueness of crime placid unconsciousness on his part of defeat plain enough that he is telling his own story planted the inquisition in the netherlands played so long with other men's characters and good name plea of infallibility and of authority soon becomes ridiculous plundering the country which they came to protect poisoning, for example, was absolved for eleven ducats pope excommunicated him as a heretic pope and emperor maintain both positions with equal logic portion of these revenues savoured much of black-mail possible to do, only because we see that it has been done pot-valiant hero power the poison of which it is so difficult to resist power to read and write helped the clergy to much wealth power grudged rather than given to the deputies practised successfully the talent of silence pray here for satiety, (said cecil) than ever think of variety preferred an open enemy to a treacherous protector premature zeal was prejudicial to the cause presents of considerable sums of money to the negotiators made presumption in entitling themselves christian preventing wrong, or violence, even towards an enemy priests shall control the state or the state govern the priests princes show what they have in them at twenty-five or never prisoners were immediately hanged privileged to beg, because ashamed to work proceeds of his permission to eat meat on fridays proclaiming the virginity of the virgin's mother procrastination was always his first refuge progress should be by a spiral movement promises which he knew to be binding only upon the weak proposition made by the wolves to the sheep, in the fable protect the common tranquillity by blood, purse, and life provided not one huguenot be left alive in france public which must have a slain reputation to devour purchased absolution for crime and smoothed a pathway to heaven puritanism in holland was a very different thing from england put all those to the torture out of whom anything can be got putting the cart before the oxen queen is entirely in the hands of spain and the priests questioning nothing, doubting nothing, fearing nothing quite mistaken: in supposing himself the emperor's child radical, one who would uproot, is a man whose trade is dangerous rarely able to command, having never learned to obey rashness alternating with hesitation rather a wilderness to reign over than a single heretic readiness to strike and bleed at any moment in her cause readiness at any moment to defend dearly won liberties rearing gorgeous temples where paupers are to kneel reasonable to pay our debts rather than to repudiate them rebuked him for his obedience rebuked the bigotry which had already grown recall of a foreign minister for alleged misconduct in office reformer who becomes in his turn a bigot is doubly odious reformers were capable of giving a lesson even to inquisitors religion was made the strumpet of political ambition religion was rapidly ceasing to be the line of demarcation religion was not to be changed like a shirt religious toleration, which is a phrase of insult religious persecution of protestants by protestants repentance, as usual, had come many hours too late repentant males to be executed with the sword repentant females to be buried alive repose under one despot guaranteed to them by two others repose in the other world, "repos ailleurs" republic, which lasted two centuries republics are said to be ungrateful repudiation of national debts was never heard of before requires less mention than philip iii himself resolve to maintain the civil authority over the military resolved thenceforth to adopt a system of ignorance respect for differences in religious opinions result was both to abandon the provinces and to offend philip revocable benefices or feuds rich enough to be worth robbing righteous to kill their own children road to paris lay through the gates of rome rose superior to his doom and took captivity captive round game of deception, in which nobody was deceived royal plans should be enforced adequately or abandoned entirely ruinous honors rules adopted in regard to pretenders to crowns sacked and drowned ten infant princes sacrificed by the queen for faithfully obeying her orders safest citadel against an invader and a tyrant is distrust sages of every generation, read the future like a printed scroll saint bartholomew's day sale of absolutions was the source of large fortunes to the priests same conjury over ignorant baron and cowardly hind scaffold was the sole refuge from the rack scepticism, which delights in reversing the judgment of centuries schism in the church had become a public fact schism which existed in the general reformed church science of reigning was the science of lying scoffing at the ceremonies and sacraments of the church secret drowning was substituted for public burning secure the prizes of war without the troubles and dangers security is dangerous seeking protection for and against the people seem as if born to make the idea of royalty ridiculous seemed bent on self-destruction seems but a change of masks, of costume, of phraseology sees the past in the pitiless light of the present self-assertion--the healthful but not engaging attribute self-educated man, as he had been a self-taught boy selling the privilege of eating eggs upon fast-days senectus edam maorbus est sent them word by carrier pigeons sentiment of christian self-complacency sentimentality that seems highly apocryphal served at their banquets by hosts of lackeys on their knees seven spaniards were killed, and seven thousand rebels sewers which have ever run beneath decorous christendom shall slavery die, or the great republic? sharpened the punishment for reading the scriptures in private she relieth on a hope that will deceive her she declined to be his procuress she knew too well how women were treated in that country shift the mantle of religion from one shoulder to the other shutting the stable-door when the steed is stolen sick soldiers captured on the water should be hanged sick and wounded wretches were burned over slow fires simple truth was highest skill sixteen of their best ships had been sacrificed slain four hundred and ten men with his own hand slavery was both voluntary and compulsory slender stock of platitudes small matter which human folly had dilated into a great one smooth words, in the plentiful lack of any substantial so much responsibility and so little power so often degenerated into tyranny (calvinism) so much in advance of his time as to favor religious equality so unconscious of her strength soldier of the cross was free upon his return soldiers enough to animate the good and terrify the bad solitary and morose, the necessary consequence of reckless study some rude lessons from that vigorous little commonwealth sometimes successful, even although founded upon sincerity sonnets of petrarch sovereignty was heaven-born, anointed of god spain was governed by an established terrorism spaniards seem wise, and are madmen sparing and war have no affinity together spendthrift of time, he was an economist of blood spirit of a man who wishes to be proud of his country st. peter's dome rising a little nearer to the clouds st. bartholomew was to sleep for seven years longer stake or gallows (for) heretics to transubstantiation stand between hope and fear state can best defend religion by letting it alone states were justified in their almost unlimited distrust steeped to the lips in sloth which imagined itself to be pride storm by which all these treasures were destroyed (in days) strangled his nineteen brothers on his accession strength does a falsehood acquire in determined and skilful hand string of homely proverbs worthy of sancho panza stroke of a broken table knife sharpened on a carriage wheel studied according to his inclinations rather than by rule style above all other qualities seems to embalm for posterity subtle and dangerous enemy who wore the mask of a friend succeeded so well, and had been requited so ill successful in this step, he is ready for greater ones such a crime as this had never been conceived (bankruptcy) such an excuse was as bad as the accusation suicide is confession superfluous sarcasm suppress the exercise of the roman religion sure bind, sure find sword in hand is the best pen to write the conditions of peace take all their imaginations and extravagances for truths talked impatiently of the value of my time tanchelyn taxation upon sin taxed themselves as highly as fifty per cent taxes upon income and upon consumption tempest of passion and prejudice ten thousand two hundred and twenty individuals were burned tension now gave place to exhaustion that vile and mischievous animal called the people that crowned criminal, philip the second that unholy trinity--force; dogma, and ignorance that cynical commerce in human lives that he tries to lay the fault on us is pure malice the tragedy of don carlos the worst were encouraged with their good success the history of the netherlands is history of liberty the great ocean was but a spanish lake the divine speciality of a few transitory mortals the sapling was to become the tree the nation which deliberately carves itself in pieces the expenses of james's household the catholic league and the protestant union the blaze of a hundred and fifty burning vessels the magnitude of this wonderful sovereign's littleness the defence of the civil authority against the priesthood the assassin, tortured and torn by four horses the gaul was singularly unchaste the vivifying becomes afterwards the dissolving principle the bad duke of burgundy, philip surnamed "the good," the greatest crime, however, was to be rich the more conclusive arbitration of gunpowder the disunited provinces the noblest and richest temple of the netherlands was a wreck the voice of slanderers the calf is fat and must be killed the illness was a convenient one the egg had been laid by erasmus, hatched by luther the perpetual reproductions of history the very word toleration was to sound like an insult the most thriving branch of national industry (smuggler) the pigmy, as the late queen had been fond of nicknaming him the slightest theft was punished with the gallows the art of ruling the world by doing nothing the wisest statesmen are prone to blunder in affairs of war the alcoran was less cruel than the inquisition the people had not been invented the small children diminished rapidly in numbers the busy devil of petty economy the record of our race is essentially unwritten the truth in shortest about matters of importance the time for reasoning had passed the effect of energetic, uncompromising calumny the evils resulting from a confederate system of government the vehicle is often prized more than the freight the faithful servant is always a perpetual ass the dead men of the place are my intimate friends the loss of hair, which brings on premature decay the personal gifts which are nature's passport everywhere the nation is as much bound to be honest as is the individual the fellow mixes blood with his colors! their existence depended on war their own roofs were not quite yet in a blaze theological hatred was in full blaze throughout the country theology and politics were one there is no man who does not desire to enjoy his own there was but one king in europe, henry the bearnese there are few inventions in morals there was no use in holding language of authority to him there was apathy where there should have been enthusiasm there is no man fitter for that purpose than myself therefore now denounced the man whom he had injured these human victims, chained and burning at the stake they had come to disbelieve in the mystery of kingcraft they chose to compel no man's conscience they could not invent or imagine toleration they knew very little of us, and that little wrong they have killed him, 'e ammazato,' cried concini they were always to deceive every one, upon every occasion they liked not such divine right nor such gentle-mindedness they had at last burned one more preacher alive things he could tell which are too odious and dreadful thirty thousand masses should be said for his soul thirty-three per cent. interest was paid (per month) thirty years' war tread on the heels of the forty years this somebody may have been one whom we should call nobody this, then, is the reward of forty years' service to the state this obstinate little republic this wonderful sovereign's littleness oppresses the imagination those who fish in troubled waters only to fill their own nets those who "sought to swim between two waters" those who argue against a foregone conclusion thought that all was too little for him thousands of burned heretics had not made a single convert three hundred fighting women three hundred and upwards are hanged annually in london three or four hundred petty sovereigns (of germany) throw the cat against their legs thus hand-weapen, hand-throwing, became antwerp time and myself are two tis pity he is not an englishman to think it capable of error, is the most devilish heresy of all to stifle for ever the right of free enquiry to attack england it was necessary to take the road of ireland to hear the last solemn commonplaces to prefer poverty to the wealth attendant upon trade to shirk labour, infinite numbers become priests and friars to doubt the infallibility of calvin was as heinous a crime to negotiate with government in england was to bribe to milk, the cow as long as she would give milk to work, ever to work, was the primary law of his nature to negotiate was to bribe right and left, and at every step to look down upon their inferior and lost fellow creatures toil and sacrifices of those who have preceded us tolerate another religion that his own may be tolerated tolerating religious liberty had never entered his mind toleration--that intolerable term of insult toleration thought the deadliest heresy of all torquemada's administration (of the inquisition) torturing, hanging, embowelling of men, women, and children tranquil insolence tranquillity rather of paralysis than of health tranquillity of despotism to the turbulence of freedom triple marriages between the respective nurseries trust her sword, not her enemy's word twas pity, he said, that both should be heretics twenty assaults upon fame and had forty books killed under him two witnesses sent him to the stake, one witness to the rack tyrannical spirit of calvinism tyranny, ever young and ever old, constantly reproducing herself uncouple the dogs and let them run under the name of religion (so many crimes) understood the art of managing men, particularly his superiors undue anxiety for impartiality unduly dejected in adversity unequivocal policy of slave emancipation unimaginable outrage as the most legitimate industry universal suffrage was not dreamed of at that day unlearned their faith in bell, book, and candle unproductive consumption being accounted most sagacious unproductive consumption was alarmingly increasing unremitted intellectual labor in an honorable cause unwise impatience for peace upon their knees, served the queen with wine upon one day twenty-eight master cooks were dismissed upper and lower millstones of royal wrath and loyal subserviency use of the spade usual phraseology of enthusiasts usual expedient by which bad legislation on one side countered utter disproportions between the king's means and aims utter want of adaptation of his means to his ends uttering of my choler doth little ease my grief or help my case uunmeaning phrases of barren benignity vain belief that they were men at eighteen or twenty valour on the one side and discretion on the other villagers, or villeins visible atmosphere of power the poison of which volatile word was thought preferable to the permanent letter vows of an eternal friendship of several weeks' duration waiting the pleasure of a capricious and despotic woman walk up and down the earth and destroy his fellow-creatures war was the normal and natural condition of mankind war was the normal condition of christians war to compel the weakest to follow the religion of the strongest was it astonishing that murder was more common than fidelity? wasting time fruitlessly is sharpening the knife for himself we were sold by their negligence who are now angry with us we believe our mothers to have been honest women we are beginning to be vexed we must all die once we have been talking a little bit of truth to each other we have the reputation of being a good housewife we mustn't tickle ourselves to make ourselves laugh wealth was an unpardonable sin wealthy papists could obtain immunity by an enormous fine weapons weary of place without power weep oftener for her children than is the usual lot of mothers weight of a thousand years of error what exchequer can accept chronic warfare and escape bankruptcy what could save the house of austria, the cause of papacy what was to be done in this world and believed as to the next when persons of merit suffer without cause when all was gone, they began to eat each other when the abbot has dice in his pocket, the convent will play whether dead infants were hopelessly damned whether murders or stratagems, as if they were acts of virtue whether repentance could effect salvation while one's friends urge moderation who the "people" exactly were who loved their possessions better than their creed whole revenue was pledged to pay the interest, on his debts whose mutual hatred was now artfully inflamed by partisans william of nassau, prince of orange william brewster wise and honest a man, although he be somewhat longsome wiser simply to satisfy himself wish to sell us the bear-skin before they have killed the bear wish to appear learned in matters of which they are ignorant with something of feline and feminine duplicity wonder equally at human capacity to inflict and to endure misery wonders whether it has found its harbor or only lost its anchor word peace in spanish mouths simply meant the holy inquisition word-mongers who, could clothe one shivering thought words are always interpreted to the disadvantage of the weak work of the aforesaid puritans and a few jesuits world has rolled on to fresher fields of carnage and ruin worn crescents in their caps at leyden worn nor caused to be worn the collar of the serf worship god according to the dictates of his conscience would not help to burn fifty or sixty thousand netherlanders wrath of the jesuits at this exercise of legal authority wrath of bigots on both sides wrath of that injured personage as he read such libellous truths wringing a dry cloth for drops of evidence write so illegibly or express himself so awkwardly writing letters full of injured innocence yes, there are wicked men about yesterday is the preceptor of to-morrow you must show your teeth to the spaniard if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. entire history of the netherlands: http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /jm v .txt quotes and images: memoirs of madame de montespan the memoirs of madame de montespan by madame de montespan all the death-in-life of a convent always sold at a loss which must be sold at a given moment ambition puts a thick bandage over the eyes and then he would go off, laughing in his sleeve armed with beauty and sarcasm cannot reconcile themselves to what exists conduct of the sort which cements and revives attachments console me on the morrow for what had troubled me to-day cuddlings and caresses of decrepitude depicting other figures she really portrays her own domestics included two nurses, a waiting-maid, a physician extravagant, without the means to be so grow like a dilapidated house; i am only here to repair myself happy with him as a woman who takes her husband's place can be hate me, but fear me he contradicted me about trifles he was not fool enough for his place i myself being the first to make merry at it (my plainness) in the great world, a vague promise is the same as a refusal in rome justice and religion always rank second to politics in ill-assorted unions, good sense or good nature must intervene in england a man is the absolute proprietor of his wife intimacy, once broken, cannot be renewed it is easier to offend me than to deceive me jealous without motive, and almost without love kings only desire to be obeyed when they command knew how to point the bastille cannon at the troops of the king laws will only be as so many black lines on white paper love-affair between mademoiselle de la valliere and the king madame de sevigne madame de montespan had died of an attack of coquetry not show it off was as if one only possessed a kennel permissible neither to applaud nor to hiss poetry without rhapsody present princes and let those be scandalised who will! respectful without servility satire without bitterness says all that he means, and resolutely means all that he can say she awaits your replies without interruption situations in life where we are condemned to see evil done talent without artifice that which often it is best to ignore the king replied that "too much was too much" the monarch suddenly enough rejuvenated his attire the pulpit is in want of comedians; they work wonders there then comes discouragement; after that, habit there is an exaggeration in your sorrow these liars in surplice, in black cassock, or in purple time, the irresistible healer trust not in kings violent passion had changed to mere friendship weeping just as if princes had not got to die like anybody else went so far as to shed tears, his most difficult feat of all what they need is abstinence, prohibitions, thwartings when women rule their reign is always stormy and troublous when one has seen him, everything is excusable when one has been pretty, one imagines that one is still so wife: property or of furniture, useful to his house wish you had the generosity to show, now and again, less wit women who misconduct themselves are pitiless and severe won for himself a great name and great wealth by words would you like to be a cardinal? i can manage that you know, madame, that he generally gets everything he wants if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. memoirs of madame de montespan http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm quotes and images from charles dudley warner the writings of charles dudley warner contents summer in a garden backlog studies baddeck in the wilderness spring in new england captain john smith pocahontas saunterings being a boy on horseback for whom shakespeare wrote novel and school england their pilgrimage mr. froude's progress modern fiction your culture to me equality literature and life literary copyright indeterminate sentence education of the negro causes of discontent pilgrim and american diversities of american life american newspaper fashions in literature washington irving nine short essays contents: night in tuilleries truthfulness pursuit of happiness literature and the stage life prolonging art h.h. in s. california simplicity english volunteers nathan hale as we go as we were saying that fortune the golden house little journey in the world passages and short quotations from charles dudley warner washington irving "some persons, in looking upon life, view it as they would view a picture, with a stern and criticising eye. he also looks upon life as a picture, but to catch its beauties, its lights,--not its defects and shadows. on the former he loves to dwell. he has a wonderful knack at shutting his eyes to the sinister side of anything. never beat a more kindly heart than his; alive to the sorrows, but not to the faults, of his friends, but doubly alive to their virtues and goodness. indeed, people seemed to grow more good with one so unselfish and so gentle." --emily foster. ....authors are particularly candid in admitting the faults of their friends. the governor, from the stern of his schooner, gave a short but truly patriarchal address to his citizens, wherein he recommended them to comport like loyal and peaceable subjects,--to go to church regularly on sundays, and to mind their business all the week besides. that the women should be dutiful and affectionate to their husbands,--looking after nobody's concerns but their own,--eschewing all gossipings and morning gaddings,--and carrying short tongues and long petticoats. that the men should abstain from intermeddling in public concerns, intrusting the cares of government to the officers appointed to support them, staying at home, like good citizens, making money for themselves, and getting children for the benefit of their country. it happens to the princes of literature to encounter periods of varying duration when their names are revered and their books are not read. the growth, not to say the fluctuation, of shakespeare's popularity is one of the curiosities of literary history. worshiped by his contemporaries, apostrophized by milton only fourteen pears after his death as the "dear son of memory, great heir to fame,"--"so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, that kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die,"--he was neglected by the succeeding age, the subject of violent extremes of opinion in the eighteenth century, and so lightly esteemed by some that hume could doubt if he were a poet "capable of furnishing a proper entertainment to a refined and intelligent audience," and attribute to the rudeness of his "disproportioned and misshapen" genius the "reproach of barbarism" which the english nation had suffered from all its neighbors. i have lost confidence in the favorable disposition of my countrymen, and look forward to cold scrutiny and stern criticism, and this is a line of writing in which i have not hitherto ascertained my own powers. could i afford it, i should like to write, and to lay my writings aside when finished. there is an independent delight in study and in the creative exercise of the pen; we live in a world of dreams, but publication lets in the noisy rabble of the world, and there is an end of our dreaming. their pilgrimage act of eating is apt to be disenchanting air of endurance that fathers of families put on anxiously asked at every turn how he likes it as much by what they did not say as by what they did say asked mr king if this was his first visit beautifully regular and more satisfactorily monotonous best part of a conversation is the things not said comfort of leaving same things to the imagination common attitude of the wholesale to the retail dealer confident opinions about everything couldn't stand this sort of thing much longer designed by a carpenter, and executed by a stone-mason facetious humor that is more dangerous than grumbling fat men/women were never intended for this sort of exhibition feeding together in a large room must be a little humiliating fish, they seemed to say, are not so easily caught as men florid man, who "swelled" in, patronizing the entire room hated a fellow that was always in high spirits irresponsibility of hotel life it is a kind of information i have learned to dispense with it's an occupation for a man to keep up a cottage let me be unhappy now and then, and not say anything about it live, in short, rather more for one's self than for society loftily condescending lunch was dinner and that dinner was supper man in love is poor company for himself and for everybody else nearsighted, you know, about seeing people that are not not to care about anything you do care about notion of duty has to account for much of the misery in life people who haven't so many corners as our people have people who leave home on purpose to grumble pet dogs of all degrees of ugliness satisfy the average taste without the least aid from art seemed only a poor imitation of pleasure shrinking little man, whose whole appearance was an apology small frame houses hopelessly decorated with scroll-work so many swearing colors thinking of themselves and the effect they are producing vanishing shades of an attractive and consolable grief women are cruelest when they set out to be kind wore their visible exclusiveness like a garment young ones who know what is best for the elders little journey in the world absurd to be so interested in fictitious trouble and in this way i crawled out of the discussion, as usual anything can be borne if he knows that he shall see her tomorrow clubs and circles democracy is intolerant of variations from the general level do you think so? eagerness to acquire the money of other people, not to make it easier to be charitable than to be just everybody has read it great deal of mind, it takes him so long to make it up how much good do you suppose condescending charity does? in youth, as at the opera, everything seems possible it is so easy to turn life into a comedy! it is so painful to shrink, and so delightful to grow! knew how roughly life handles all youthful enthusiasms liberty to indulge in republican simplicity much easier to forgive a failure than a success not the use of money, but of the use money makes of you one thing to entertain and another to be entertaining possessory act of readjusting my necktie process which is called weighing a thing in the mind simple enjoyment being considered an unworthy motive society that exists mainly to pay its debts gets stupid talk is always tame if no one dares anything tastes and culture were of the past age unhappy are they whose desires are all ratified world has become so tolerant that it doesn't care the golden house absolutely necessary that the world should be amused affectation of familiarity air of determined enjoyment always did what he said he would do desire to do something rather than the desire to make something don't know what it's all for--i doubt if there is much in it easier to make art fashionable than to make fashion artistic emanation of aggressive prosperity everybody is superficially educated grateful for her forbearance of verbal expression happy life: an income left, not earned by toil her very virtues are enemies of her peace how little a thing can make a woman happy human vanity will feed on anything within its reach if one man wins, somebody else has got to lose knew how to be confidential without disclosing anything long-established habits of aversion or forbearance moral hazard bravely incurred in the duty of knowing life nature is such a beautiful painter of wood no confidences are possible outside of that relation no one expected anything, and no one was disappointed no such thing as a cheap yacht ordering and eating the right sort of lunch pitiful about habitual hypocrisy is that it never deceives anybody "squares," where the poor children get their idea of forests to be commanded with such gentleness was a sort of luxury was getting to be the fashion; but now it's fashionable whatever he disclosed was always in confidence world requires a great variety of people to keep it going that fortune artist who cannot paint a rail-fence cannot paint a pyramid best things for us in this world are the things we don't get big subject does not make a big writer bud will never come to flower if you pull it in pieces do you know what it is to want what you don't want? few people can resist doing what is universally expected of them freedom to excel in nothing had gained everything he wanted in life except happiness indefeasible right of the public to have news intellectual poverty known something if i hadn't been kept at school longing is one thing and reason another making himself instead of in making money mediocrity of the amazing art product never go fishing without both fly and bait nothing like it certainly had happened to anybody object was to win a case rather than to do justice in a case public that gets tired of anything in about three days remaining enjoyment is the indulgence of frank speech sell your manuscripts, but don't sell your soul success is often a misfortune summer days that come but to go there isn't much to feel here except what you see things that are self-evident nobody seems to see vanity at the bottom of even a reasonable ambition we confound events with causes what is society for? as we were saying absorption in self american pronunciation of the letter 'a' a reproach to the republic annual good intentions art of listening and the art of talking both being lost attempt to fill up our minds as if they were jars barbarians of civilization blessed are those that expect nothing but is it true that a woman is ever really naturalized? ceased to relish the act of studying content with the superficial could play anybody else's hand better than his own culture is certain to mock itself in time disease of conformity disposition of people to shift labor on to others' shoulders do not like to be insulted with originality eve trusted the serpent, and adam trusted eve fit for nothing else, they can at least write good form to be enthusiastic and not disgraceful to be surprised housecleaning, that riot of cleanliness which men fear idle desire to be busy without doing anything imagining that the more noise there is in the room the better imitativeness of the race insist that he shall admire at the point of the social bayonet it is beautiful to witness our reliance upon others lady intending suicide always throw on a waterproof let it be common, and what distinction will there be in it? man's inability to "match" anything is notorious needs no reason if fashion or authority condemns it nothing is so easy to bear as the troubles of other people passion for display is implanted in human nature platitudinous is to be happy? reader, who has enough bad weather in his private experience seldom that in her own house a lady gets a chance to scream taste usually implies a sort of selection to read anything or study anything we resort to a club vast flocks of sheep over the satisfying plain of mediocrity vitality of a fallacy is incalculable want our literature (or what passes for that) in light array we move in spirals, if not in circles as we go agreeable people are pretty evenly distributed over the country as wealth is attained the capacity of enjoying it departs assertive sort of smartness that was very disagreeable attention to his personal appearance is only spasmodic boy who is a man before he is an infant bringing a man to her feet, where he belongs chief object in life is to "get there" quickly climate which is rather worse now than before the scientists content: not wanting that we can get excuse is found for nearly every moral delinquency frivolous old woman fighting to keep the skin-deep beauty granted that woman is the superior being held to strict responsibility for her attractiveness history is strewn with the wreck of popular delusions hot arguments are usually the bane of conversation idleness seems to be the last accomplishment of civilization insists upon applying everywhere the yardstick of his own local it is not enough to tell the truth (that has been told before) knows more than he will ever know again land where things are so much estimated by what they cost listen appreciatingly even if deceivingly man and wife are one, and that one is the husband mean more by its suggestions and allusions than is said must we be always either vapid or serious? newspaper-made person no power on earth that can prevent the return of the long skirt no room for a leisure class that is not useful persistence of privilege is an unexplained thing in human affairs poor inhabitants living along only from habit repose in activity responsibility of attractiveness responsible for all the mischief her attractiveness produces rights cannot all be on one side and the duties on the other servile imitation of nature degrades art they have worn off the angular corners of existence they who build without woman build in vain those who use their time merely to kill it trying to escape winter when we are not trying to escape summer use their time merely to kill it want of toleration of sectional peculiarities wantonly sincere we are already too near most people woman can usually quote accurately nine short essays a night in the garden of the tuilleries truthfulness the pursuit of happiness literature and the stage the life-saving and life prolonging art "h.h." in southern california simplicity the english volunteers during the late invasion nathan hale affection for the old-fashioned, all-round country doctor applauds what would have blushed at a few years ago architectural measles in this country avoid comparisons, similes, and even too much use of metaphor book a window, through which i am to see life cannot be truthfulness about life without knowledge contemporary play instead of character we have "characters," disposition to make the best of whatever comes to us do not habitually postpone that season of happiness dwelling here. and here content to dwell explainable, if not justifiable eye demands simple lines, proportion, harmony in mass, dignity happiness is an inner condition, not to be raced after instead of simply being happy in the condition where we are lawyers will divide the oyster between them make a newspaper to suit the public making the journey of this life with just baggage enough moral specialist, who has only one hobby name an age that has cherished more delusions than ours no amount of failure seems to lessen this belief no man can count himself happy while in this life no satisfaction in gaining more than we personally want not the thing itself, but the pursuit, that is an illusion profession which demands so much self-sacrifice proprietary medicine business is popular ignorance and credulity "purely vegetable" seem most suitable to the wooden-heads relapsing into the tawdry and the over-ornamented secrecy or low origin of the remedy that is its attraction simplicity: this is the stamp of all enduring work thinks he may be exempt from the general rules treated the patient, as the phrase is, for all he was worth unrelieved realism is apt to give a false impression warm up to the doctor when the judgment day heaves in view yankee ingenuity,--he "could do anything but spin," fashions in literature discrimination between the manifold shadings of insincerity great deal of the reading done is mere contagion his own tastes and prejudices the standard of his judgment inability to keep up with current literature main object of life is not to keep up with the printing-press man who is past the period of business activity never to read a book until it is from one to five years old quietly putting himself on common ground with his reader simplicity slovenly literature, unrebuked and uncorrected suggestion rather than by commandment unenlightened popular preference for a book waste precious time in chasing meteoric appearances american newspaper american newspaper is susceptible of some improvement borderland between literature and common sense casualties as the chief news continue to turn round when there is no grist to grind elevates the trivial in life above the essential if it does not pay its owner, it is valueless to the public looking for something spicy and sensational most newspapers cost more than they sell for newspaper's object is to make money for its owner power, the opportunity, the duty, the "mission," of the press public craves eagerly for only one thing at a time quotations of opinions as news should be a sharp line drawn between the report and the editorial diversities of american life it appears, therefore, that speed,--the ability to move rapidly from place to place,--a disproportionate reward of physical over intellectual science, an intense desire to be rich, which is strong enough to compel even education to grind in the mill of the philistines, and an inordinate elevation in public consideration of rich men simply because they are rich, are characteristics of this little point of time on which we stand. they are not the only characteristics; in a reasonably optimistic view, the age is distinguished for unexampled achievements, and for opportunities for the well-being of humanity never before in all history attainable. but these characteristics are so prominent as to beget the fear that we are losing the sense of the relative value of things in this life. pilgrim and american what republics have most to fear is the rule of the boss, who is a tyrant without responsibility. he makes the nominations, he dickers and trades for the elections, and at the end he divides the spoils. the operation is more uncertain than a horse race, which is not decided by the speed of the horses, but by the state of the wagers and the manipulation of the jockeys. we strike directly at his power for mischief when we organize the entire civil service of the nation and of the states on capacity, integrity, experience, and not on political power. and if we look further, considering the danger of concentration of power in irresponsible hands, we see a new cause for alarm in undue federal mastery and interference. poverty is not commonly a nurse of virtue, long continued, it is a degeneration. it is almost as difficult for the very poor man to be virtuous as for the very rich man; and very good and very rich at the same time, says socrates, a man cannot be. it is a great people that can withstand great prosperity we are in no vain chase of an equality which would eliminate all individual initiative, and check all progress, by ignoring differences of capacity and strength, and rating muscles equal to brains. but we are in pursuit of equal laws, and a fairer chance of leading happy lives than humanity in general ever had yet. causes of discontent now, content does not depend so much upon a man's actual as his relative condition. often it is not so much what i need, as what others have that disturbs me. i should be content to walk from boston to new york, and be a fortnight on the way, if everybody else was obliged to walk who made that journey. it becomes a hardship when my neighbor is whisked over the route in six hours and i have to walk. it would still be a hardship if he attained the ability to go in an hour, when i was only able to accomplish the distance in six hours. it ought to be said, as to the united states, that a very considerable part of the discontent is imported, it is not native, nor based on any actual state of things existing here. agitation has become a business. a great many men and some women, to whom work of any sort is distasteful, live by it. compared with the freedom of action in such a government as ours, any form of communism is an iniquitous and meddlesome despotism. doubtless men might have been created equal to each other in every respect, with the same mental capacity, the same physical ability, with like inheritances of good or bad qualities, and born into exactly similar conditions, and not dependent on each other. but men never were so created and born, so far as we have any record of them, and by analogy we have no reason to suppose that they ever will be. inequality is the most striking fact in life. absolute equality might be better, but so far as we can see, the law of the universe is infinite diversity in unity; and variety in condition is the essential of what we call progress--it is, in fact, life. it sometimes seems as if half the american people were losing the power to apply logical processes to the ordinary affairs of life. it is human nature, it is the lesson of history, that real wrongs, unredressed, grow into preposterous demands. men are much like nature in action; a little disturbance of atmospheric equilibrium becomes a cyclone, a slight break in the levee a crevasse with immense destructive power. education of the negro but slavery brought about one result, and that the most difficult in the development of a race from savagery, and especially a tropical race, a race that has always been idle in the luxuriance of a nature that supplied its physical needs with little labor. it taught the negro to work, it transformed him, by compulsion it is true, into an industrial being, and held him in the habit of industry for several generations. perhaps only force could do this, for it was a radical transformation. i am glad to see that this result of slavery is recognized by mr. booker washington, the ablest and most clear-sighted leader the negro race has ever had. conceit of gentility of which the world has already enough. it is this character, quality, habit, the result of a slow educational process, which distinguishes one race from another. it is this that the race transmits, and not the more or less accidental education of a decade or an era. the brahmins carry this idea into the next life, and say that the departing spirit carries with him nothing except this individual character, no acquirements or information or extraneous culture. it was perhaps in the same spirit that the sad preacher in ecclesiastes said there is no "knowledge nor wisdom in the grave, whither thou goest." it is by this character that we classify civilized and even semi-civilized races; by this slowly developed fibre, this slow accumulation of inherent quality in the evolution of the human being from lower to higher, that continues to exist notwithstanding the powerful influence of governments and religions. indeterminate sentence the proposed method is the indeterminate sentence. this strikes directly at the criminal class. it puts that class beyond the power of continuing its depredations upon society. it is truly deterrent, because it is a notification to any one intending to enter upon that method of living that his career ends with his first felony. as to the general effects of the indeterminate sentence, i will repeat here what i recently wrote for the yale law journal. it happens, therefore, that there is great sympathy with the career of the lawbreakers, many people are hanging on them for support, and among them the so-called criminal lawyers. any legislation likely to interfere seriously with the occupation of the criminal class or with its increase is certain to meet with the opposition of a large body of voters. with this active opposition of those interested, and the astonishing indifference of the general public, it is easy to see why so little is done to relieve us of this intolerable burden. the fact is, we go on increasing our expenses for police, for criminal procedure, for jails and prisons, and we go on increasing the criminal class and those affiliated with it. i will suggest that the convict should, for his own sake, have the indeterminate sentence applied to him upon conviction of his first penal offense. he is much more likely to reform then than he would be after he had had a term in the state prison and was again convicted, and the chance of his reformation would be lessened by each subsequent experience of this kind. the great object of the indeterminate sentence, so far as the security of society is concerned, is to diminish the number of the criminal class, and this will be done when it is seen that the first felony a man commits is likely to be his last, and that for a young criminal contemplating this career there is in this direction: "no thoroughfare." it is very significant that the criminal class adapted itself readily to the parole system with its sliding scale. it was natural that this should be so, for it fits in perfectly well with their scheme of life. this is to them a sort of business career, interrupted now and then only by occasional limited periods of seclusion. any device that shall shorten those periods is welcome to them. as a matter of fact, we see in the state prisons that the men most likely to shorten their time by good behavior, and to get released on parole before the expiration of their sentence, are the men who make crime their career. they accept this discipline as a part of their lot in life, and it does not interfere with their business any more than the occasional bankruptcy of a merchant interferes with his pursuits. no tribunal is able with justice to mete out punishment in any individual case, for probably the same degree of guilt does not attach to two men in the violation of the same statute. it is purely an economic and educational problem, and must rest upon the same principles that govern in any successful industry, or in education, and that we recognize in the conduct of life. that little progress has been made is due to public indifference to a vital question and to the action of sentimentalists, who, in their philanthropic zeal; fancy that a radical reform can come without radical discipline. we are largely wasting our energies in petty contrivances instead of striking at the root of the evil. literary copyright it is the habit of some publishing houses, not of all, let me distinctly say, to seek always notoriety, not to nurse and keep before the public mind the best that has been evolved from time to time, but to offer always something new. the year's flooring is threshed off and the floor swept to make room for a fresh batch. effort eventually ceases for the old and approved, and is concentrated on experiments. this is like the conduct of a newspaper. it is assumed that the public must be startled all the time. consider first the author, and i mean the author, and not the mere craftsman who manufactures books for a recognized market. his sole capital is his talent. his brain may be likened to a mine, gold, silver, copper, iron, or tin, which looks like silver when new. whatever it is, the vein of valuable ore is limited, in most cases it is slight. when it is worked out, the man is at the end of his resources. it is generally conceded that what literature in america needs at this moment is honest, competent, sound criticism. this is not likely to be attained by sporadic efforts, especially in a democracy of letters where the critics are not always superior to the criticised, where the man in front of the book is not always a better marksman than the man behind the book. the fashion of the day is rarely the judgment of posterity. you will recall what byron wrote to coleridge: "i trust you do not permit yourself to be depressed by the temporary partiality of what is called 'the public' for the favorites of the moment; all experience is against the permanency of such impressions. you must have lived to see many of these pass away, and will survive many more." literature and life all the world is diseased and in need of remedies arrive at the meaning by the definition of exclusion care of riches should have the last place in our thoughts each in turn contends that his art produces the greatest good impress and reduce to obsequious deference the hotel clerk opinions inherited, not formed prejudice working upon ignorance pursuit of office--which is sometimes called politics rab and his friends refuge of the aged in failing activity riches and rich men are honored in the state set aside as literature that which is original to the lawyer everybody is or ought to be a litigant touching hopefulness very rich and very good at the same time he cannot be want of the human mind which is higher than the want of knowledge what we call life is divided into occupations and interest without plato there would be no socrates equality in accordance with the advice of diogenes of apollonia in the beginning of his treatise on natural philosophy--"it appears to me to be well for every one who commences any sort of philosophical treatise to lay down some undeniable principle to start with"--we offer this: "all men are created unequal." it would be a most interesting study to trace the growth in the world of the doctrine of "equality." every one talked of "the state of nature" as if he knew all about it. "the conditions of primitive man," says mr. morley, "were discussed by very incompetent ladies and gentlemen at convivial supper-parties, and settled with complete assurance." that was the age when solitary frenchmen plunged into the wilderness of north america, confidently expecting to recover the golden age under the shelter of a wigwam and in the society of a squaw. it is to be noticed that rights are mentioned, but not duties, and that if political rights only are meant, political duties are not inculcated as of equal moment. it is not announced that political power is a function to be discharged for the good of the whole body, and not a mere right to be enjoyed for the advantage of the possessor; and it is to be noted also that this idea did not enter into the conception of rousseau. we are attempting the regeneration of society with a misleading phrase; we are wasting our time with a theory that does not fit the facts. what is your culture to me it is not an unreasonable demand of the majority that the few who have the advantages of the training of college and university should exhibit the breadth and sweetness of a generous culture, and should shed everywhere that light which ennobles common things, and without which life is like one of the old landscapes in which the artist forgot to put sunlight. one of the reasons why the college-bred man does not meet this reasonable expectation is that his training, too often, has not been thorough and conscientious, it has not been of himself; he has acquired, but he is not educated. another is that, if he is educated, he is not impressed with the intimacy of his relation to that which is below him as well as that which is above him, and his culture is out of sympathy with the great mass that needs it, and must have it, or it will remain a blind force in the world, the lever of demagogues who preach social anarchy and misname it progress. let him not be discouraged at his apparent little influence, even though every sally of every young life may seem like a forlorn hope. no man can see the whole of the battle. to suggest remedies is much more difficult than to see evils; but the comprehension of dangers is the first step towards mastering them. modern fiction one of the worst characteristics of modern fiction is its so-called truth to nature. for fiction is an art, as painting is, as sculpture is, as acting is. a photograph of a natural object is not art; nor is the plaster cast of a man's face, nor is the bare setting on the stage of an actual occurrence. art requires an idealization of nature. the amateur, though she may be a lady, who attempts to represent upon the stage the lady of the drawing-room, usually fails to convey to the spectators the impression of a lady. she lacks the art by which the trained actress, who may not be a lady, succeeds. the actual transfer to the stage of the drawing-room and its occupants, with the behavior common in well-bred society, would no doubt fail of the intended dramatic effect, and the spectators would declare the representation unnatural. tragedy and the pathos of failure have their places in literature as well as in life. i only say that, artistically, a good ending is as proper as a bad ending. perhaps the most inane thing ever put forth in the name of literature is the so-called domestic novel, an indigestible, culinary sort of product, that might be named the doughnut of fiction. the usual apology for it is that it depicts family life with fidelity. its characters are supposed to act and talk as people act and talk at home and in society. i trust this is a libel, but, for the sake of the argument, suppose they do. was ever produced so insipid a result? the characteristics which are prominent, when we think of our recent fiction, are a wholly unidealized view of human society, which has got the name of realism; a delight in representing the worst phases of social life; an extreme analysis of persons and motives; the sacrifice of action to psychological study; the substitution of studies of character for anything like a story; a notion that it is not artistic, and that it is untrue to nature, to bring any novel to a definite consummation, and especially to end it happily; and a despondent tone about society, politics, and the whole drift of modern life. judged by our fiction, we are in an irredeemably bad way. the vulgar realism in pictorial art, which holds ugliness and beauty in equal esteem; or against aestheticism gone to seed in languid affectations; or against the enthusiasm of a social life which wreaks its religion on the color of a vestment, or sighs out its divine soul over an ancient pewter mug. mr. froude's progress for, as skepticism is in one sense the handmaid of truth, discontent is the mother of progress. the man is comparatively of little use in the world who is contented. education of the modern sort unsettles the peasant, renders him unfit for labor, and gives us a half-educated idler in place of a conscientious workman. education must go forward; the man must not be half but wholly educated. it is only half-knowledge like half-training in a trade that is dangerous. mr. froude runs lightly over a list of subjects upon which the believer in progress relies for his belief, and then says of them that the world calls this progress--he calls it only change. there are some select souls who sit apart in calm endurance, waiting to be translated out of a world they are almost tired of patronizing, to whom the whole thing seems, doubtless, like a cheap performance. they sit on the fence of criticism, and cannot for the life of them see what the vulgar crowd make such a toil and sweat about. england both parties, however, like parties elsewhere, propose and oppose measures and movements, and accept or reject policies, simply to get office or keep office. in the judgment of many good observers, a dissolution of the empire, so far as the western colonies are concerned, is inevitable, unless great britain, adopting the plan urged by franklin, becomes an imperial federation, with parliaments distinct and independent, the crown the only bond of union--the crown, and not the english parliament, being the titular and actual sovereign. sovereign power over america in the parliament franklin never would admit. it is safe, we think, to say that if the british empire is to be dissolved, disintegration cannot be permitted to begin at home. ireland has always been a thorn in the side of england. and the policy towards it could not have been much worse, either to impress it with a respect for authority or to win it by conciliation; it has been a strange mixture of untimely concession and untimely cruelty. the problem, in fact, has physical and race elements that make it almost insolvable. a water-logged country, of which nothing can surely be predicted but the uncertainty of its harvests, inhabited by a people of most peculiar mental constitution, alien in race, temperament, and religion, having scarcely one point of sympathy with the english. novel and school note the seeming anomaly of a scientific age peculiarly credulous; the ease with which any charlatan finds followers; the common readiness to fall in with any theory of progress which appeals to the sympathies, and to accept the wildest notions of social reorganization. we should be obliged to note also, among scientific men themselves, a disposition to come to conclusions on inadequate evidence--a disposition usually due to one-sided education which lacks metaphysical training and the philosophic habit. often children have only one book even of this sort, at which they are kept until they learn it through by heart, and they have been heard to "read" it with the book bottom side up or shut! all these books cultivate inattention and intellectual vacancy. they are--the best of them--only reading exercises; and reading is not perceived to have any sort of value. the child is not taught to think, and not a step is taken in informing him of his relation to the world about him. his education is not begun. the lower-grade books are commonly inane (i will not say childish, for that is a libel on the open minds of children) beyond description. the novel, mediocre, banal, merely sensational, and worthless for any purpose of intellectual stimulus or elevation of the ideal, is thus encouraged in this age as it never was before. the making of novels has become a process of manufacture. usually, after the fashion of the silk-weavers of lyons, they are made for the central establishment on individual looms at home. an honest acceptance of the law of gravitation would banish many popular delusions; a comprehension that something cannot be made out of nothing would dispose of others; and the application of the ordinary principles of evidence, such as men require to establish a title to property, would end most of the remaining. when the trash does not sell, the trash will not be produced, and those who are only capable of supplying the present demand will perhaps find a more useful occupation. it will be again evident that literature is not a trade, but an art requiring peculiar powers and patient training. when people know how to read, authors will need to know how to write. for whom shakespeare wrote any parish which let a thief escape was fined beer making capable of weeping like children, and of dying like men complaint then, as now, that in many trades men scamped their work courageous gentlemen wore in their ears rings of gold and stones credulity and superstition of the age devil's liquor, i mean starch down a peg dramas which they considered as crude as they were coarse eve will be eve, though adam would say nay italy generally a curious custom of using a little fork for meat landlord let no one depart dissatisfied with his bill mistake ribaldry and loquacity for wit and wisdom pillows were thought meet only for sick women portuguese receipts prepare bills of fare (a trick lately taken up) sir francis bacon so much cost upon the body, so little upon souls stagecoach teeth black--a defect the english seem subject to on horseback anxious to reach it, we were glad to leave it establishment had the air of taking care of itself fond of lawsuits seems a characteristic of an isolated people it is not much use to try to run a jail without liquor man's success in court depended upon the length of his purse married? no, she hoped not monument of procrastination not much inclination to change his clothes or his cabin one has to dodge this sort of question ornamentation is apt to precede comfort in our civilization what a price to pay for mere life! being a boy appear to be very active, and yet not do much as they forgot they were a party, they began to enjoy themselves as you get used to being a boy, you have to be something else boys have a great power of helping each other to do nothing conversation ran aground again expected nothing that he did not earn fed the poor boy's vanity, the weakness by which women govern felt wronged, and worked himself up to pass a wretched evening girls have a great deal more good sense in such matters than boys gladly do all the work if somebody else would do the chores he is, like a barrel of beer, always on draft law will not permit men to shoot each other in plain clothes natural genius for combining pleasure with business not very disagreeable, or would not be if it were play people hardly ever do know where to be born until it is too late spider-web is stronger than a cable undemonstrative affection very busy about nothing wearisome part is the waiting on the people who do the work why did n't the people who were sleepy go to bed? willing to do any amount of work if it is called play willing to repent if he could think of anything to repent of saunterings bane of travel is the destruction of illusions discontent of those who travel to enjoy themselves excellent but somewhat scattered woman inability to stand still for one second is the plague of it leaves it with mingled feelings about columbus one ought not to subject his faith to too great a strain pocahontas according to the long-accepted story of pocahontas, she did something more than interfere to save from barbarous torture and death a stranger and a captive, who had forfeited his life by shooting those who opposed his invasion. in all times, among the most savage tribes and in civilized society, women have been moved to heavenly pity by the sight of a prisoner, and risked life to save him--the impulse was as natural to a highland lass as to an african maid. pocahontas went further than efforts to make peace between the superior race and her own. when the whites forced the indians to contribute from their scanty stores to the support of the invaders, and burned their dwellings and shot them on sight if they refused, the indian maid sympathized with the exposed whites and warned them of stratagems against them; captured herself by a base violation of the laws of hospitality, she was easily reconciled to her situation, adopted the habits of the foreigners, married one of her captors, and in peace and in war cast in her lot with the strangers. history has not preserved for us the indian view of her conduct. this savage was the tomocomo spoken of above, who had been sent by powhatan to take a census of the people of england, and report what they and their state were. at plymouth he got a long stick and began to make notches in it for the people he saw. but he was quickly weary of that task. he told smith that powhatan bade him seek him out, and get him to show him his god, and the king, queen, and prince, of whom smith had told so much. smith put him off about showing his god, but said he had heard that he had seen the king. this the indian denied, james probably not coming up to his idea of a king, till by circumstances he was convinced he had seen him. then he replied very sadly: "you gave powhatan a white dog, which powhatan fed as himself, but your king gave me nothing, and i am better than your white dog." sir thomas dale was on the whole the most efficient and discreet governor the colony had had. one element of his success was no doubt the change in the charter. by the first charter everything had been held in common by the company, and there had been no division of property or allotment of land among the colonists. under the new regime land was held in severalty, and the spur of individual interest began at once to improve the condition of the settlement. the character of the colonists was also gradually improving. they had not been of a sort to fulfill the earnest desire of the london promoter's to spread vital piety in the new world. a zealous defense of virginia and maryland, against "scandalous imputation," entitled "leah and rachel; or, the two fruitful sisters," by mr john hammond, london, considers the charges that virginia "is an unhealthy place, a nest of rogues, abandoned women, dissolute and rookery persons; a place of intolerable labour, bad usage and hard diet"; and admits that "at the first settling, and for many years after, it deserved most of these aspersions, nor were they then aspersions but truths. there were jails supplied, youth seduced, infamous women drilled in, the provision all brought out of england, and that embezzled by the trustees." captain john smith after fifteen years smith is able to remember more details assertion in an insecure position cheaper credited than confuted entertaining if one did not see too much of him knew not the secret of having his own way long stick and began to make notches in it for the people he saw making religion their color peculiarly subject to such coincidences prince's mind imprisoned in a poor man's purse progressive memory somewhat damaging to an estimate of his originality thames had no bridges those that did not work should not eat tobacco-selling wanted advancement but were unwilling to adventure their ease would if he could writ too much, and done too little spring in new england then follows a day of bright sun and blue sky. the birds open the morning with a lively chorus. in spite of auster, euroclydon, low pressure, and the government bureau, things have gone forward. by the roadside, where the snow has just melted, the grass is of the color of emerald. the heart leaps to see it. on the lawn there are twenty robins, lively, noisy, worm-seeking. their yellow breasts contrast with the tender green of the newly-springing clover and herd's-grass. if they would only stand still, we might think the dandelions had blossomed. on an evergreen-bough, looking at them, sits a graceful bird, whose back is bluer than the sky. there is a red tint on the tips of the boughs of the hard maple. with nature, color is life. see, already, green, yellow, blue, red! in a few days--is it not so?--through the green masses of the trees will flash the orange of the oriole, the scarlet of the tanager; perhaps tomorrow. but, in fact, the next day opens a little sourly. it is almost clear overhead: but the clouds thicken on the horizon; they look leaden; they threaten rain. it certainly will rain: the air feels like rain, or snow. by noon it begins to snow, and you hear the desolate cry of the phoebe-bird. it is a fine snow, gentle at first; but it soon drives in swerving lines, for the wind is from the southwest, from the west, from the northeast, from the zenith (one of the ordinary winds of new england), from all points of the compass. the fine snow becomes rain; it becomes large snow; it melts as it falls; it freezes as it falls. at last a storm sets in, and night shuts down upon the bleak scene. during the night there is a change. it thunders and lightens. toward morning there is a brilliant display of aurora borealis. this is a sign of colder weather. the gardener is in despair; so is the sportsman. the trout take no pleasure in biting in such weather. paragraphs appear in the newspapers, copied from the paper of last year, saying that this is the most severe spring in thirty years. every one, in fact, believes that it is, and also that next year the spring will be early. man is the most gullible of creatures. and with reason: he trusts his eyes, and not his instinct. during this most sour weather of the year, the anemone blossoms; and, almost immediately after, the fairy pencil, the spring beauty, the dog-tooth violet, and the true violet. in clouds and fog, and rain and snow, and all discouragement, nature pushes on her forces with progressive haste and rapidity. before one is aware, all the lawns and meadows are deeply green, the trees are opening their tender leaves. in a burst of sunshine the cherry-trees are white, the judas-tree is pink, the hawthorns give a sweet smell. the air is full of sweetness; the world, of color. in the midst of a chilling northeast storm the ground is strewed with the white-and-pink blossoms from the apple-trees. the next day the mercury stands at eighty degrees. summer has come. there was no spring. the winter is over. you think so? robespierre thought the revolution was over in the beginning of his last thermidor. he lost his head after that. when the first buds are set, and the corn is up, and the cucumbers have four leaves, a malicious frost steals down from the north and kills them in a night. that is the last effort of spring. the mercury then mounts to ninety degrees. the season has been long, but, on the whole, successful. many people survive it. in the wilderness according to the compass, the lord only knew where i was business of civilization to tame or kill canopy of mosquitoes caricature of a road compass, which was made near greenwich, was wrong democrats became as scarce as moose in the adirondacks everlasting dress-parade of our civilization grand intentions and weak vocabulary how lightly past hardship sits upon us! i hain't no business here; but here i be! kept its distance, as only a mountain can man's noblest faculty, his imagination, or credulity. marriage is mostly for discipline misery, unheroic and humiliating near-sighted man, whose glasses the rain rendered useless no conceit like that of isolation no nervousness, but simply a reasonable desire to get there not lost, but gone before posthumous fear procession of unattainable meals stretched before me sense to shun the doctor; to lie down in some safe place solitude and every desirable discomfort stumbled against an ill-placed tree suffering when unaccompanied by resignation ten times harder to unlearn anything than it is to learn it there is an impassive, stolid brutality about the woods baddeck best part of going to sea is keeping close to the shore can leave it without regret dependent upon imagination and memory great part of the enjoyment of life luxury of his romantic grief picturesque sort of dilapidation rest is never complete--unless he can see somebody else at work won't see mt. desert till midnight, and then you won't backlog studies a good many things have gone out with the fire on the hearth abatement of a snow-storm that grows to exceptional magnitude anywhere a happier home than ours? i am glad of it! associate ourselves to make everybody else behave as we do. chilly drafts and sarcasms on what we call the temperate zone criticism by comparison is the refuge of incapables crowning human virtue in a man is to let his wife poke the fire don't know what success is each generation does not comprehend its own ignorance enjoyed poor health enthusiasm is a sign of inexperience, of ignorance fallen into the days of conformity few people know how to make a wood-fire finding the world disagreeable to themselves have almost succeeded in excluding pure air just as good as the real lived himself out of the world long score of personal flattery to pay off not half so reasonable as my prejudices pathos overcomes one's sense of the absurdity of such people permit the freedom of silence poetical reputation of the north american indian point of breeding never to speak of anything in your house reformers manage to look out for themselves tolerably well refuge of mediocrity rest beyond the grave will not be much change for him said, or if i have not, i say it again severe attack of spiritism shares none of their uneasiness about getting on in life silence is unnoticed when people sit before a fire some men you always prefer to have on your left hand sort of busy idleness among men there are no impossibilities to youth and inexperience things are apt to remain pretty much the same think the world they live in is the central one to-day is like yesterday, usual effect of an anecdote on conversation women know how to win by losing world owes them a living because they are philanthropists summer in a garden but i found him, one sunday morning,--a day when it would not do to get angry, tying his cow at the foot of the hill; the beast all the time going on in that abominable voice. i told the man that i could not have the cow in the grounds. he said, "all right, boss;" but he did not go away. i asked him to clear out. the man, who is a french sympathizer from the republic of ireland, kept his temper perfectly. he said he wasn't doing anything, just feeding his cow a bit: he wouldn't make me the least trouble in the world. i reminded him that he had been told again and again not to come here; that he might have all the grass, but he should not bring his cow upon the premises. the imperturbable man assented to everything that i said, and kept on feeding his cow. before i got him to go to fresh scenes and pastures new, the sabbath was almost broken; but it was saved by one thing: it is difficult to be emphatic when no one is emphatic on the other side. the man and his cow have taught me a great lesson, which i shall recall when i keep a cow. i can recommend this cow, if anybody wants one, as a steady boarder, whose keeping will cost the owner little; but, if her milk is at all like her voice, those who drink it are on the straight road to lunacy. moral truth.--i have no doubt that grapes taste best in other people's mouths. it is an old notion that it is easier to be generous than to be stingy. i am convinced that the majority of people would be generous from selfish motives, if they had the opportunity. philosophical observation.--nothing shows one who his friends are like prosperity and ripe fruit. i had a good friend in the country, whom i almost never visited except in cherry-time. by your fruits you shall know them. pretending to reflect upon these things, but in reality watching the blue-jays, who are pecking at the purple berries of the woodbine on the south gable, i approach the house. polly is picking up chestnuts on the sward, regardless of the high wind which rattles them about her head and upon the glass roof of her winter-garden. the garden, i see, is filled with thrifty plants, which will make it always summer there. the callas about the fountain will be in flower by christmas: the plant appears to keep that holiday in her secret heart all summer. i close the outer windows as we go along, and congratulate myself that we are ready for winter. for the winter-garden i have no responsibility: polly has entire charge of it. i am only required to keep it heated, and not too hot either; to smoke it often for the death of the bugs; to water it once a day; to move this and that into the sun and out of the sun pretty constantly: but she does all the work. we never relinquish that theory. i have been digging my potatoes, if anybody cares to know it. i planted them in what are called "early rose,"--the rows a little less than three feet apart; but the vines came to an early close in the drought. digging potatoes is a pleasant, soothing occupation, but not poetical. it is good for the mind, unless they are too small (as many of mine are), when it begets a want of gratitude to the bountiful earth. what small potatoes we all are, compared with what we might be! we don't plow deep enough, any of us, for one thing. i shall put in the plow next year, and give the tubers room enough. i think they felt the lack of it this year: many of them seemed ashamed to come out so small. there is great pleasure in turning out the brown-jacketed fellows into the sunshine of a royal september day, and seeing them glisten as they lie thickly strewn on the warm soil. life has few such moments. but then they must be picked up. the picking-up, in this world, is always the unpleasant part of it. nature is "awful smart." i intend to be complimentary in saying so. she shows it in little things. i have mentioned my attempt to put in a few modest turnips, near the close of the season. i sowed the seeds, by the way, in the most liberal manner. into three or four short rows i presume i put enough to sow an acre; and they all came up,--came up as thick as grass, as crowded and useless as babies in a chinese village. of course, they had to be thinned out; that is, pretty much all pulled up; and it took me a long time; for it takes a conscientious man some time to decide which are the best and healthiest plants to spare. after all, i spared too many. that is the great danger everywhere in this world (it may not be in the next): things are too thick; we lose all in grasping for too much. the scotch say, that no man ought to thin out his own turnips, because he will not sacrifice enough to leave room for the remainder to grow: he should get his neighbor, who does not care for the plants, to do it. but this is mere talk, and aside from the point: if there is anything i desire to avoid in these agricultural papers, it is digression. i did think that putting in these turnips so late in the season, when general activity has ceased, and in a remote part of the garden, they would pass unnoticed. but nature never even winks, as i can see. the tender blades were scarcely out of the ground when she sent a small black fly, which seemed to have been born and held in reserve for this purpose,--to cut the leaves. they speedily made lace-work of the whole bed. thus everything appears to have its special enemy,--except, perhaps, p----y: nothing ever troubles that. if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the complete project gutenberg works of charles dudley warner http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /cwewk .txt quotes and images from george meredith the works of george meredith prose list of illustrations george meredith in the sitting room, flint cottage--may th age age age age age a lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin a madman gets madder when you talk reason to him a night that had shivered repose a dash of conventionalism makes the whole civilized world kin a string of pearls: a woman who goes beyond that's in danger a wound of the same kind that we are inflicting a tear would have overcome him--she had not wept a tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver a fleet of south-westerly rain-clouds had been met in mid-sky a bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw and worry a kind of anchorage in case of indiscretion a cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman a woman's at the core of every plot man plotteth a witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power a high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird a kindly sense of superiority a young philosopher's an old fool! a bird that won't roast or boil or stew a woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense a male devotee is within an inch of a miracle a great oration may be a sedative a very doubtful benefit a generous enemy is a friend on the wrong side a woman is hurt if you do not confide to her your plans a woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization a style of affable omnipotence about the wise youth a maker of proverbs--what is he but a narrow mind wit a fortress face; strong and massive, and honourable in ruin a dumb tongue can be a heavy liar a common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old a share of pity for the objects she despised a woman rises to her husband. but a man is what he is a stew's a stew, and not a boiling to shreds a marriage without love is dishonour a plunge into the deep is of little moment a sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged a man to be trusted with the keys of anything a free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon a female free-thinker is one of satan's concubines a wise man will not squander his laughter if he can help it a man who rejected medicine in extremity a lady's company-smile a country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot a youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart a whisper of cajolery in season is often the secret a superior position was offered her by her being silent a contented irishman scarcely seems my countryman abject sense of the lack of a circumference above all things i detest the writing for money above nature, i tell him, or, we shall be very much below absolute freedom could be the worst of perils accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory accounting for it, is not the same as excusing accustomed to be paid for by his country acting is not of the high class which conceals the art active despair is a passion that must be superseded add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow adept in the lie implied admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower admiration of an enemy or oppressor doing great deeds admires a girl when there's no married woman or widow in sight adversary at once offensive and helpless provokes brutality advised not to push at a shut gate affected misapprehensions affectedly gentle and unusually roundabout opening after forty, men have married their habits after five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship after a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts agostino was enjoying the smoke of paper cigarettes ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner ah! we're in the enemy's country now ah! we fall into their fictions aimlessness of a woman's curiosity alike believe that providence is for them all of us an ermined owl within us to sit in judgement all concessions to the people have been won from fear all passed too swift for happiness all women are the same--know one, know all all that matey and browny were forbidden to write they looked all are friends who sit at table all flattery is at somebody's expense allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair although it blew hard when caesar crossed the rubicon always the shout for more produced it ("news") am i ill? i must be hungry! am i thy master, or thou mine? americans forgivingly remember, without mentioning amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes amused after their tiresome work of slaughter an edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer an obedient creature enough where he must be an angry woman will think the worst an incomprehensible world indeed at the bottom and at the top an instinct labouring to supply the deficiencies of stupidity an old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them! and now came war, the purifier and the pestilence and so farewell my young ambition! and with it farewell all true and he passed along the road, adds the philosopher and, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit and her voice, against herself, was for england and one gets the worst of it (in any bargain) and it's one family where the dog is pulled by the collar and not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home and to these instructions he gave an aim: "first be virtuous" and not be beaten by an acknowledged defeat and never did a stroke of work in my life and life said, do it, and death said, to what end? anecdotist to slaughter families for the amusement anguish to think of having bent the knee for nothing anticipate opposition by initiating measures any man is in love with any woman any excess pushes to craziness appealed to reason in them; he would not hear of convictions appetite to flourish at the cost of the weaker arch-devourer time are we practical?' penetrates the bosom of an english audience aristocratic assumption of licence arm'd with fear the foe finds passage to the vital part arrest the enemy by vociferations of persistent prayer art of despising what he coveted art of speaking on politics tersely as when nations are secretly preparing for war as to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness as secretive as they are sensitive as the lord decided, so it would end! "oh, delicious creed!" as well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! as faith comes--no saying how; one swears by them as if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula as little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept as if the age were the injury! as for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them as fair play as a woman's lord could give her as for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire as in all great oratory! the key of it is the pathos as becomes them, they do not look ahead ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk ask not why, where reason never was ask pardon of you, without excusing myself assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights at the age of forty, men that love love rootedly at war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have attacked my conscience on the cowardly side automatic creature is subject to the laws of its construction avoid the position that enforces publishing back from the altar to discover that she has chained herself bad laws are best broken bad luck's not repeated every day keep heart for the good bade his audience to beware of princes bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry barriers are for those who cannot fly be philosophical, but accept your personal dues be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles be what you seem, my little one be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone be good and dull, and please everybody be the woman and have the last word! bear in mind that we are sentimentalists--the eye is our servant beauchamp's career beautiful servicelessness beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness beautiful women may believe themselves beloved beauty is rare; luckily is it rare because you loved something better than me because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall because men can't abide praise of another man becoming air of appropriation that made it family history bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence began the game of pull beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty being heard at night, in the nineteenth century being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women belief in the narrative by promoting nausea in the audience believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own bent double to gather things we have tossed away better for men of extremely opposite opinions not to meet between love grown old and indifference ageing to love beware the silent one of an assembly! beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth borrower to be dancing on fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss botched mendings will only make them worse bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls boys, of course--but men, too! boys are unjust boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them braggadocioing in deeds is only next bad to mouthing it brains will beat grim death if we have enough of them brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind british hunger for news; second only to that for beef brittle is foredoomed brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces but i leave it to you but a woman must now and then ingratiate herself but great, powerful london--the new universe to her spirit but to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death but the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off but you must be beautiful to please some men but they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly but the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... but love for a parent is not merely duty but a great success is full of temptations but what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) but is there such a thing as happiness but had sunk to climb on a firmer footing by our manner of loving we are known by forbearance, put it in the wrong by resisting, i made him a tyrant by nature incapable of asking pardon cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at college call of the great world's appetite for more (invented news) calm fanaticism of the passion of love can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve can believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted can a man go farther than his nature? cannot be any goodness unless it is a practiced goodness canvassing means intimidation or corruption capacity for thinking should precede the act of writing capricious potentate whom they worship careful not to smell of his office carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks carry a scene through in virtue's name and vice's mask causes him to be popularly weighed centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies challenged him to lead up to her desired stormy scene charges of cynicism are common against all satirists charitable mercifulness; better than sentimental ointment charity that supplied the place of justice was not thanked chaste are wattled in formalism and throned in sourness cheerful martyr childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen powers who feed us chose to conceive that he thought abstractedly circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow civil tongue and rosy smiles sweeten even sour wine claim for equality puts an end to the priceless privileges clotilde fenced, which is half a confession cock-sure has crowed low by sunset cold curiosity cold charity to all come prepared to be not very well satisfied with anything comfortable have to pay in occasional panics for the serenity command of countenance the countess possessed commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors common sense is the secret of every successful civil agitation compared the governing of the irish to the management of a horse comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered compassionate sentiments veered round to irate amazement complacent languor of the wise youth compliment of being outwitted by their own offspring compromise is virtual death conduct is never a straight index where the heart's involved confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications consciousness of some guilt when vowing itself innocent consent to take life as it is consent of circumstances conservative, whose astounded state paralyzes his wrath consign discussion to silence with the cynical closure constitutionally discontented consult the family means--waste your time contempt of military weapons and ridicule of the art of war contemptuous exclusiveness could not go farther continued trust in the man--is the alternative of despair convict it by instinct without the ceremony of a jury convictions we store--wherewith to shape our destinies convictions are generally first impressions convincing themselves that they impersonate sagacity cordiality of an extreme relief in leaving could we--we might be friends could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster's career could the best of men be simply--a woman's friend? could have designed this gabbler for the mate could affect me then, without being flung at me country can go on very well without so much speech-making country enclosed us to make us feel snug in our own importance country prizing ornaments higher than qualities courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting cover of action as an escape from perplexity cowardice is even worse for nations than for individual men crazy zigzag of policy in almost every stroke (of history) creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear critical in their first glance at a prima donna cupid clipped of wing is a destructive parasite curious thing would be if curious things should fail to happen dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel dangerous things are uttered after the third glass dark-eyed renee was not beauty but attraction days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples dead britons are all britons, but live britons are not quite brothers death is always next door death within which welcomed a death without death is only the other side of the ditch death is our common cloak; but calamity individualizes debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable decency's a dirty petticoat in the garden of innocence decent insincerity decline to practise hypocrisy dedicated to the putrid of the upper circle deeds only are the title deep as a mother's, pure as a virgin's, fiery as a saint's defiance of foes and (what was harder to brave) of friends delay in thine undertaking is disaster of thy own making depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal depreciating it after the fashion of chartered hypocrites. desire of it destroyed it despises hostile elements and goes unpunished despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it detestable feminine storms enveloping men weak enough detested titles, invented by the english developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women dialectical stiffness dialogue between nature and circumstance did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed didn't say a word no use in talking about feelings dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man discover the writers in a day when all are writing! discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters disqualification of constantly offending prejudices dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur distaste for all exercise once pleasurable distinguished by his not allowing himself to be provoked distrust us, and it is a declaration of war dithyrambic inebriety of narration divided lovers in presence do i serve my hand? or, do i serve my heart? do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man dogs die more decently than we men dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love dose he had taken was not of the sweetest drank to show his disdain of its powers dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (scandal-sheet) dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage drink is their death's river, rolling them on helpless dudley was not gifted to read behind words and looks earl of cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning eccentric behaviour in trifles effort to be reticent concerning nevil, and communicative efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors embarrassments of an uncongenial employment emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her eminently servile is the tolerated lawbreaker empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women empty stomachs are foul counsellors empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him enamoured young men have these notions enemy's laugh is a bugle blown in the night energy to something, that was not to be had in a market england's the foremost country of the globe english antipathy to babblers english maids are domesticated savage animals enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness enthusiasm struck and tightened the loose chord of scepticism enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony enthusiast, when not lyrical, is perilously near to boring envy of the man of positive knowledge equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse every failure is a step advanced every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal everywhere the badge of subjection is a poor stomach exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations excess of a merit is a capital offence in morality excited, glad of catastrophe if it but killed monotony expectations dupe us, not trust explaining of things to a dull head externally soft and polished, internally hard and relentless exuberant anticipatory trustfulness exult in imagination of an escape up to the moment of capture eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon failures oft are but advising friends faith works miracles. at least it allows time for them fantastical far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait fast growing to be an eccentric by profession fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue father and she were aware of one another without conversing father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman favour can't help coming by rotation fear nought so much as fear itself feel no shame that i do not feel! feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness feminine; coming when she willed and flying when wanted festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers few feelings are single on this globe few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted fine shades were still too dominant at brookfield finishing touches to the negligence fire smoothes the creases fires in the grates went through the ceremony of warming nobody fit of republicanism in the nursery flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner flung him, pitied him, and passed on foamy top is offered and gulped as equivalent to an idea foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl foolish trick of thinking for herself for 'tis ireland gives england her soldiers, her generals too forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it forgetfulness is like a closing sea fortitude leaned so much upon the irony forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death found it difficult to forgive her his own folly found that he 'cursed better upon water' fourth of the georges frankness as an armour over wariness fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with friendship, i fancy, means one heart between two from head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged full-o'-beer's a hasty chap fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot further she read, "which is the coward among us?" generally he noticed nothing gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little gentleman in a good state of preservation get back what we give giant vanity urged giant energy to make use of giant duplicity give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble good and evil work together in this world good nature, and means no more harm than he can help good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted good-bye to sorrow for a while--keep your tears for the living good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all good jokes are not always good policy goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character gossip always has some solid foundation, however small government of brain; not sufficient insurrection of heart gradations appear to be unknown to you graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception grand air of pitying sadness gratitude never was a woman's gift gratuitous insult gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) habit had legalized his union with her habit of antedating his sagacity habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth had come to be her lover through being her husband had shakespeare's grandmother three christian names? had taken refuge in their opera-glasses half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole half a dozen dozen left half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance happy the woman who has not more to speak happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty hard to bear, at times unbearable hard enough for a man to be married to a fool hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs haremed opinion of the unfitness of women hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery hates a compromise haunted many pillows have her profile very frequently while i am conversing with her having contracted the fatal habit of irony he was not alive for his own pleasure he, by insisting, made me a rebel he bowed to facts he grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him he has been tolerably honest, tom, for a man and a lover he kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow i will tell' he postponed it to the next minute and the next he prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion he was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered he thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well he is in the season of faults he had his character to maintain he squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence he neared her, wooing her; and she assented he judged of others by himself he is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two he had to shake up wrath over his grievances he had gone, and the day lived again for both of them he gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go he loathed a skulker he clearly could not learn from misfortune he thinks or he chews he would neither retort nor defend himself he whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies he put no question to anybody he took small account of the operations of the feelings he began ambitiously--it's the way at the beginning he never explained he never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it he was the prisoner of his word he wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly he had wealth for a likeness of strength he was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it he did not vastly respect beautiful women he sinks terribly when he sinks at all he was not a weaver of phrases in distress he lies as naturally as an infant sucks he tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer he runs too much from first principles to extremes he gained much by claiming little he had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration he was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity he smoked, lord avonley said of the second departure he had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine he stormed her and consented to be beaten he will be a part of every history (the fool) he was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one he had to go, he must, he has to be always going he never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents he had expected romance, and had met merchandize he condensed a paragraph into a line he lost the art of observing himself he had neat phrases, opinions in packets he's good from end to end, and beats a christian hollow (a hog) hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to god the law heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy heights of humour beyond laughter her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather her vehement fighting against facts her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight her duel with time here, where he both wished and wished not to be here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate hermits enamoured of wind and rain hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use herself, content to be dull if he might shine hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake his aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means his idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody his gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given his ridiculous equanimity his alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture his restored sense of possession his wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together his equanimity was fictitious his fancy performed miraculous feats his violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence his apparent cynicism is sheer irritability holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency holding to his work after the strain's over--that tells the man holy images, and other miraculous objects are sold honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic how angry i should be with you if you were not so beautiful! how success derides ambition! how many degrees from love gratitude may be how immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! how little a thing serves fortune's turn how to compromise the matter for the sake of peace? how many instruments cannot clever women play upon how little we mean to do harm when we do an injury hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move i do not defend myself ever i have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy i have and hold--you shall hunger and covet i cannot get on with gibbon i could be in love with her cruelty, if only i had her near me i married a cook she expects a big appetite i want no more, except to be taught to work i detest anything that has to do with gratitude i know nothing of imagination i haven't got the pluck of a flea i hate old age it changes you so i would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service i can't think brisk out of my breeches i look on the back of life i never pay compliments to transparent merit i always respected her; i never liked her i give my self, i do not sell i cannot live a life of deceit. a life of misery--not deceit i was discontented, and could not speak my discontent i laughed louder than was necessary i had to cross the park to give a lesson i cannot delay; but i request you, that are here privileged i ain't a speeder of matrimony i beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care i rather like to hear a woman swear. it embellishes her! i can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? i do not think frenchmen comparable to the women of france i take off my hat, nan, when i see a cobbler's stall i would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you i had to make my father and mother live on potatoes i am not ashamed i hope i am not too hungry to discriminate i cannot say less, and will say no more i wanted a hero i do not see it, because i will not see it i can pay clever gentlemen for doing greek for me i never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there i 'm the warming pan, as legitimately i should be i detest enthusiasm i baint done yet i know that your father has been hearing tales told of me i never knew till this morning the force of no in earnest i hate sleep: i hate anything that robs me of my will i have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them i who respect the state of marriage by refusing i make a point of never recommending my own house i like him, i like him, of course, but i want to breathe i am a discordant instrument i do not readily vibrate i don't count them against women (moods) i 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object i did, replied evan. 'i told a lie.' i never see anything, my dear i always wait for a thing to happen first i'll come as straight as i can i'm for a rational deity i'm in love with everything she wishes! i've got the habit idea is the only vital breath ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have if we are really for nature, we are not lawless if there's no doubt about it, how is it i have a doubt about it? if you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you? if i love you, need you care what anybody else thinks if we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play first if he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you if the world is hostile we are not to blame it if we are robbed, we ask, how came we by the goods? if thou wouldst fix remembrance-- thwack! if i'm struck, i strike back if only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality if you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature if i do not speak of payment ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind impossible for him to think that women thought impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior in the pay of our doctors in every difficulty, patience is a life-belt in india they sacrifice the widows, in france the virgins in bottle if not on draught (oratory) in our house, my son, there is peculiar blood. we go to wreck! in sir austin's note-book was written: "between simple boyhood..." in italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title in truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought increase of dissatisfaction with the more she got indirect communication with heaven inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked infallibility of our august mother infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies? infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them inferences are like shadows on the wall inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men injury forbids us to be friends again innocence and uncleanness may go together insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case intellectual contempt of easy dupes intensely communicative, but inarticulate intentions are really rich possessions intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash intrusion of hard material statements, facts invite indecision to exhaust their scruples ireland 's the sore place of england irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances irishmen will never be quite sincere ironical fortitude irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head irony that seemed to spring from aversion irony instead of eloquence irony provoked his laughter more than fun irritability at the intrusion of past disputes is he jealous? 'only when i make him, he is.' is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? is it any waste of time to write of love? it 's us hard ones that get on best in the world it was harder to be near and not close it is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling it is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love it would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith it was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast it is the best of signs when women take to her it was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach it rarely astonishes our ears it illumines our souls it goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger it was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand it is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us it was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality it is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him it was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill it is better for us both, of course it was now, as sir austin had written it down, the magnetic age it is no use trying to conceal anything from him it's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere it's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy january was watering and freezing old earth by turns judging of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals just bad inquirin' too close among men keep passion sober, a trotter in harness kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries kindness is kindness, all over the world knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence land and beasts! they sound like blessed things lawyers hold the keys of the great world lay no petty traps for opportunity laying of ghosts is a public duty leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them learn--principally not to be afraid of ideas led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her lend him your own generosity lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people lest thou commence to lie--be dumb! let but the throb be kept for others-- that is the one secret let never necessity draw the bow of our weakness let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life levelling a finger at the taxpayer lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent life is the burlesque of young dreams like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting listened to one another, and blinded the world literature is a good stick and a bad horse little boy named tommy wedger said he saw a dead body go by littlenesses of which women are accused loathing of artifice to raise emotion loathing for speculation longing for love and dependence look within, and avoid lying look well behind look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount looking on him was listening loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer love, with his accustomed cunning love the poor devil love dies like natural decay love the children of erin, when not fretted by them love of men and women as a toy that i have played with love of pleasure keeps us blind children love and war have been compared--both require strategy love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty love must needs be an egoism love is a contagious disease love the difficulty better than the woman love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving love's a selfish business one has work in hand loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity make no effort to amuse him. he is always occupied make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object man who beats his wife my first question is, 'do he take his tea?' man owes a duty to his class man who helps me to read the world and men as they are man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire mare would do, and better than a dozen horses mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love married at forty, and i had to take her shaped as she was married a wealthy manufacturer-- bartered her blood for his money martyrs of love or religion are madmen material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it matter that is not nourishing to brains maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm may lull themselves with their wakefulness may not one love, not craving to be beloved? meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover memory inspired by the sensations men overweeningly in love with their creations men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age men they regard as their natural prey men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them men in love are children with their mistresses men love to boast of things nobody else has seen men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations men had not pleased him of late mental and moral neuters metaphysician's treatise on nature: a torch to see the sunrise mighty highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle mika! you did it in cold blood? mindless, he says, and arrogant minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense mistaking of her desires for her reasons modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity money is of course a rough test of virtue money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses moral indignation is ever consolatory morales, madame, suit ze sun more argument i cannot bear more culpable the sparer than the spared most youths are like pope's women; they have no character mrs. fleming, of queen anne's farm, was the wife of a yeoman music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers music in italy? amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike mutual deference my engagement to mr. pericles is that i am not to write my mistress! my glorious stolen fruit! my dark angel of love my plain story is of two kentish damsels my first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house my belief is, you do it on purpose. can't be such rank idiots my voice! i have my voice! emilia had cried it out to herself naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle nations at war are wild beasts naturally as deceived as he wished to be nature and law never agreed nature is not of necessity always roaring nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty nature's logic, nature's voice, for self-defence naughtily australian and kangarooly necessary for him to denounce somebody necessity's offspring needed support of facts, and feared them never reckon on womankind for a wise act never, never love a married woman never intended that we should play with flesh and blood never forget that old ireland is weeping never forgave an injury without a return blow for it never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities never nurse an injury, great or small never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian time never pretend to know a girl by her face nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity next door to the last trump night has little mercy for the self-reproachful no nose to the hero, no moral to the tale no runner can outstrip his fate no companionship save with the wound they nurse no act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers no great harm done when you're silent no heart to dare is no heart to love! no stopping the press while the people have an appetite for it no word is more lightly spoken than shame no flattery for me at the expense of my sisters no man has a firm foothold who pretends to it no enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act no man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) no conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent no intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home no case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is no love can be without jealousy no! gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards none but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted not every chapter can be sunshine not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer not in love--she was only not unwilling to be in love not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer not always the right thing to do the right thing not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers not much esteem for non-professional actresses not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves not to go hunting and fawning for alliances not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress nothing is a secret that has been spoken nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by notoriously been above the honours of grammar nought credit but what outward orbs reveal now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties o for yesterday! o self! self! self! o heaven! of what avail is human effort? obedience oils necessity obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life occasional instalments--just to freshen the account official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea oh! beastly bathos oh! i can't bear that class of people old houses are doomed to burnings old age is a prison wall between us and young people omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves on a morning when day and night were made one by fog on the threshold of puberty, there is one unselfish hour on which does the eye linger longest-- which draws the heart? on a wild april morning once my love? said he. not now?--does it mean, not now? once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty one wants a little animation in a husband one who studies is not being a fool one is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light one might build up a respectable figure in negatives one in a temper at a time i'm sure 's enough one night, and her character's gone one learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them one has to feel strong in a delicate position one of those men whose characters are read off at a glance one seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us one idea is a bullet one fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers only true race, properly so called, out of india--german opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years or where you will, so that's in ireland oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides orderliness, from which men are privately exempt our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us our partner is our master our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies our life is but a little holding, lent to do a mighty labour our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians our love and labour are constantly on trial owner of such a woman, and to lose her! pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency pain is a cloak that wraps you about paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men partake of a morning draught passion, he says, is noble strength on fire passion is not invariably love passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess passion does not inspire dark appetite-- dainty innocence does past, future, and present, the three weights upon humanity past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw patience is the pestilence patronizing woman paying compliments and spoiling a game! payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war peace, i do pray, for the husband-haunted wife pebble may roll where it likes--not so the costly jewel peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose people of a provocative prosperity people were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners people with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship people who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season people is one of your radical big words that burst at a query perhaps inspire him, if he would let her breathe period of his life a man becomes too voraciously constant persist, if thou wouldst truly reach thine ends person in another world beyond this world of blood perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language pessimy is invulnerable petty concessions are signs of weakness to the unsatisfied philip was a spartan for keeping his feelings under philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded pitiful conceit in men planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost play the great game of blunders play second fiddle without looking foolish pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men please to be pathetic on that subject after i am wrinkled pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face poetic romance is delusion policy seems to petrify their minds polished barbarism politics as well as the other diseases poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing olympus to ask portrait of himself by the artist practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be practical for having an addiction to the palpable prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished presumptuous belief pride in being always myself pride is the god of pagans primitive appetite for noise principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it procrastination and excessive scrupulousness professional widows professional puritans profound belief in her partiality for him propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd protestant clergy the social police of the english middle-class providence and her parents were not forgiven published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity puns are the smallpox of the language push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding question the gain of such an expenditure of energy question with some whether idiots should live quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance rage of a conceited schemer tricked rapture of obliviousness rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does rare men of honour who can command their passion rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies read with his eyes when you meet him this morning read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done real happiness is a state of dulness rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance refuge in the castle of negation against the whole army of facts regularity of the grin of dentistry rejoicing they have in their common agreement religion condones offences: philosophy has no forgiveness religion is the one refuge from women reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim remarked that the young men must fight it out together repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration reproof of such supererogatory counsel requiring natural services from her in the button department respect one another's affectations respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower revived for them so much of themselves rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous rhoda will love you. she is firm when she loves rich and poor 's all right, if i'm rich and you're poor ripe with oft telling and old is the tale rogue on the tremble of detection rose was much behind her age rose! what have i done? 'nothing at all,' she said rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual said she was what she would have given her hand not to be salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher satirist is an executioner by profession says you're so clever you ought to be a man scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear screams of an uninjured lady second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant secret of the art was his meaning what he said secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal seed-time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on self-consoled when they are not self-justified self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in self-incense self-worship, which is often self-distrust self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution serene presumption service of watering the dry and drying the damp (whiskey) seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins sham spiritualism share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber she marries, and it's the end of her sparkling she seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls she had sunk her intelligence in her sensations she had a fatal attraction for antiques she had great awe of the word 'business' she ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each she, not disinclined to dilute her grief she was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor she did not detest the countess because she could not like her she endured meekly, when there was no meekness she was perhaps a little the taller of the two she thought that friendship was sweeter than love she herself did not like to be seen eating in public she had a thirsting mind she was sick of personal freedom she believed friendship practicable between men and women she had to be the hypocrite or else-- leap she was at liberty to weep if she pleased she felt in him a maker of facts she was not his match--to speak would be to succumb she disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her she had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep she stood with a dignity that the word did not express she dealt in the flashes which connect ideas she began to feel that this was life in earnest she might turn out good, if well guarded for a time she sought, by looking hard, to understand it better she was thrust away because because he had offended she seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler she can make puddens and pies she was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling should we leave a good deed half done showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off shun comparisons shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes silence and such signs are like revelations in black night silence was their only protection to the nice feelings silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love silence was doing the work of a scourge simple obstinacy of will sustained her simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can simplicity is the keenest weapon sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be sinners are not to repent only in words slap and pinch and starve our appetites slave of existing conventions slaves of the priests sleepless night slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers small things producing great consequences smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone smart remarks have their measured distances smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons smoky receptacle cherishing millions smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer so the frog telleth tadpoles so it is when you play at life! when you will not go straight so long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat so says the minute years are before you so indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character so much for morality in those days! so are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) socially and politically mean one thing in the end soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth solitude is pasturage for a suspicion some so-called laws of honour something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you south-western island has few attractions to other than invalids spare me that word "female" as long as you live speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays speech is poor where emotion is extreme speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing spiritualism, and on the balm that it was stand not in my way, nor follow me too far startled by the criticism in laughter state of feverish patriotism statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction statistics are according to their conjurors steady shakes them story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that straining for common talk, and showing the strain strength in love is the sole sincerity strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity stultification of one's feelings and ideas style is the mantle of greatness style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation subterranean recess for nature against the institutions of man such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence sunning itself in the glass of envy suspects all young men and most young women suspicion was her best witness sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic sympathy is for proving, not prating taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame take 'em somethin' like providence--as they come taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature tale, which leaves the man's mind at home task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them tears are the way of women and their comfort tears that dried as soon as they had served their end tears of men sink plummet-deep telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation tendency to polysyllabic phraseology tenderness which mrs. mel permitted rather than encouraged tension of the old links keeping us together terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail that which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples that beautiful trust which habit gives that a mask is a concealment that fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains that sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" that plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat that is life--when we dare death to live! that pit of one of their dead silences that's the natural shamrock, after the artificial the exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity the most dangerous word of all--ja the impalpable which has prevailing weight the world is wise in its way the danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable the infant candidate delights in his honesty the rider's too heavy for the horse in england the pilgrim's scrip remarks that: young men take joy in nothing the tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write the worst of it is, that we remember the old confession, that we cannot cook (the english) the sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized the born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe the face of a stopped watch the banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke the woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, the circle which the ladies of brookfield were designing the majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss the effects of the infinitely little the way is clear: we have only to take the step the devil trusts nobody the divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer the weighty and the trivial contended the backstairs of history (memoirs) the defensive is perilous policy in war the family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's the unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die the homage we pay him flatters us the worst of omens is delay the people always wait for the winner the healthy only are fit to live the defensive is perilous policy in war the past is our mortal mother, no dead thing the wretch who fears death dies multitudinously the proper defence for a nation is its history the thought stood in her eyes the love that survives has strangled craving the grey furniture of time for his natural wear the world without him would be heavy matter the despot is alert at every issue, to every chance the spending, never harvesting, world the shots hit us behind you the terrible aggregate social woman the next ten minutes will decide our destinies the woman side of him the good life gone lives on in the mind the beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it the girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly the critic that sneers the blindness of fortune is her one merit the religion of this vast english middle-class--comfort the slavery of the love of a woman chained the idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked dahlia's irony the brainless in art and in statecraft the well of true wit is truth itself the debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay the greed of gain is our volcano the burlesque irishman can't be caricatured the man had to be endured, like other doses in politics the greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate the system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven the turn will come to us as to others-- and go the woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master the language of party is eloquent the philosopher (i would keep him back if i could) the gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement the sentimentalist goes on accumulating images the dismally-lighted city wore a look of judgement terrible to see the kindest of men can be cruel the night went past as a year the social world he looked at did not show him heroes the overwise themselves hoodwink the king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown the curse of sorrow is comparison! the race is for domestic peace, my boy the divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments the idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet the embraced respected woman the habit of the defensive paralyzes will the intricate, which she takes for the infinite the mildness of assured dictatorship the alternative is, a garter and the bedpost the ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt the countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality the letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit the commonest things are the worst done the thrust sinned in its shrewdness the power to give and take flattery to any amount their sneer withers their not caring to think at all their idol pitched before them on the floor their hearts are eaten up by property their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths then for us the struggle, for him the grief then, if you will not tell me there is little to be learnt when a little is known there is no history of events below the surface there is no first claim there is no step backward in life there is more in men and women than the stuff they utter there is no driver like stomach there were joy-bells for robert and rhoda, but none for dahlia there is for the mind but one grasp of happiness there may be women who think as well as feel; i don't know them there are women who go through life not knowing love there's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion there's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him there's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off they have no sensitiveness, we have too much they may know how to make themselves happy in their climate they dare not. the more i dare, the less dare they they have not to speak to exhibit their minds they had all noticed, seen, and observed they seem to me to be educated to conceal their education they miss their pleasure in pursuing it they could have pardoned her a younger lover they take fever for strength, and calmness for submission they are little ironical laughter-- accidents they have their thinking done for them they laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly they kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night they create by stoppage a volcano they want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be they, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep they believe that the angels have been busy about them they helped her to feel at home with herself they do not live; they are engines they're always having to retire and always hissing things are not equal things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week thirst for the haranguing of crowds this was a totally different case from the antecedent ones this mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure this love they rattle about and rave about this girl was pliable only to service, not to grief this female talk of the eternities those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions those who know little and dread much those days of intellectual coxcombry those numerous women who always know themselves to be right those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity thus does love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory past thus are we stricken by the days of our youth tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness tighter than ever i was tight i'll be to-night time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness times when an example is needed by brave men tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery tis the first step that makes a path titles showered on the women who take free breath of air to be a really popular hero anywhere in britain (must be a drinker) to hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe to males, all ideas are female until they are made facts to be both generally blamed, and generally liked to let people speak was a maxim of mrs. mel's, and a wise one to kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common to be passive in calamity is the province of no woman to the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy to know how to take a licking, that wins in the end to have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind to time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend to know that you are in england, breathing the same air with me to be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave to do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish to most men women are knaves or ninnies to beg the vote and wink the bribe tongue flew, thought followed too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point too many time-servers rot the state too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly too often hangs the house on one loose stone took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her tooth that received a stone when it expected candy top and bottom sin is cowardice tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness touching a nerve toyed with little flowers of palest memory tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper trick for killing time without hurting him tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted troublesome appendages of success true love excludes no natural duty true enjoyment of the princely disposition trust no man still, this man may be better than that man truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes two wishes make a will two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them unaccustomed to have his will thwarted unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions uncommon unprogressiveness unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere universal censor's angry spite unseemly hour--unbetimes unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate use your religion like a drug utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists vanity maketh the strongest most weak venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies venus of nature was melting into a venus of art very little parleying between determined men vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect victims of the modern feminine 'ideal' violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny virtue of impatience virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her wakening to the claims of others-- youth's infant conscience want of courage is want of sense war is only an exaggerated form of duelling warm, is hardly the word--winter's warm on skates was i true? not so very false, yet how far from truth! was not one of the order whose muse is the public taste was born on a hired bed watch, and wait we are, in short, a civilized people we shall not be rich--nor poor we could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely we has long overshadowed "i" we are good friends till we quarrel again we are chiefly led by hope we have a system, not planned but grown we can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back we can't hope to have what should be we don't know we are in halves we must fawn in society we never see peace but in the features of the dead we live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited we dare not be weak if we would we do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive we women can read men by their power to love we were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing we trust them or we crush them we shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another we make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong we cannot relinquish an idea that was ours we deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles we like well whatso we have done good work for we grew accustomed to periods of irish fever we have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude we must have some excuse, if we would keep to life we shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage we cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night we have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems we don't go together into a garden of roses we're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! we're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon we're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us we're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets we've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side weather and women have some resemblance they say weighty little word--woman's native watchdog and guardian (no!) welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting well, sir, we must sell our opium welsh blood is queer blood went into endless invalid's laughter were i chained, for liberty i would sell liberty what might have been what the world says, is what the wind says what will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us what he did, she took among other inevitable matters what a stock of axioms young people have handy what a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature what else is so consolatory to a ruined man? what was this tale of emilia, that grew more and more perplexing what ninnies call nature in books what a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' what's an eccentric? a child grown grey! when you run away, you don't live to fight another day when we see our veterans tottering to their fall when to loquacious fools with patience rare i listen when testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy when he's a christian instead of a churchman when love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate when duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful when we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt when you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her where fools are the fathers of every miracle where one won't and can't, poor t' other must where she appears, the first person falls to second rank where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect where love exists there is goodness whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books who venerate when they love who cannot talk!--but who can? who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered who beguiles so much as self? who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries who can really think, and not think hopefully? who cries, come on, and prays his gods you won't who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete who ever loved that loved not at first sight? whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse why should these men take so much killing? why, he'll snap your head off for a word why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion william john fleming was simply a poor farmer win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness winter mornings are divine. they move on noiselessly wise in not seeking to be too wise with that i sail into the dark with good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything with what little wisdom the world is governed with death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm with one idea, we see nothing--nothing but itself with a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife with this money, said the demon, you might speculate with a proud humility withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt without a single intimation that he loathed the task without those consolatory efforts, useless between men wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man woman will be the last thing civilized by man woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel woman's precious word no at the sentinel's post, and alert women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule women with brains, moreover, are all heartless women are taken to be the second thoughts of the creator women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them women must not be judging things out of their sphere women and men are in two hostile camps women treat men as their tamed housemates women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters women are happier enslaved won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words wooing a good man for his friendship work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter work is medicine world cannot pardon a breach of continuity world against us it will not keep us from trying to serve world is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite world prefers decorum to honesty world voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly would like to feel he was doing a bit of good would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas years are the teachers of the great rocky natures yet, though angels smile, shall not devils laugh you accuse or you exonerate--nobody can be half guilty you choose to give yourself to an obscure dog you rides when you can, and you walks when you must you talk your mother with a vengeance you do want polish you who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear you are entreated to repress alarm you beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering you can master pain, but not doubt you are not married, you are simply chained you have not to be told that i desire your happiness above all you are to imagine that they know everything you may learn to know yourself through love you want me to flick your indecision you saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre you played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving you'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you you'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed you're the puppet of your women! you're talking to me, not to a gallery you're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake you're going to be men, meaning something better than women you've got no friend but your bed young as when she looked upon the lovers in paradise your devotion craves an enormous exchange youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the complete project gutenberg works of george meredith http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /gn v .txt quotes and images from maupassant the original short stories guy de maupassant contents volume i. volume ii. volume iii. volume iv. volume v. volume vi. volume vii. volume viii. volume ix. volume x. volume xi. volume xii. volume xiii. contents of the volumes ( stories) volume i. a study by pol. neveux boule de suif two friends the lancer's wife the prisoners two little soldiers father milon a coup d'etat lieutenant lare's marriage the horrible madame parisse mademoiselle fifi a duel volume ii. the colonel's ideas mother sauvage epiphany the mustache madame baptiste the question of latin a meeting the blind man indiscretion a family affair beside schopenhauer's corpse volume iii. miss harriet little louise roque the donkey moiron the dispenser of holy water the parricide bertha the patron the door a sale the impolite sex a wedding gift the relic volume iv. the moribund the gamekeeper the story of a farm girl the wreck theodule sabot's confession the wrong house the diamond necklace the marquis de fumerol the trip of the horla farewell the wolf the inn volume v. monsieur parent queen hortense timbuctoo tombstones mademoiselle pearl the thief clair de lune waiter, a "bock" after forgiveness in the spring a queer night in paris volume vi. that costly ride useless beauty the father my uncle sosthenes the baroness mother and son the hand a tress of hair on the river the cripple a stroll alexandre the log julie romaine the rondoli sisters volume vii. the false gems fascination yvette samoris a vendetta my twenty-five days "the terror" legend of mont st. michel a new year's gift friend patience abandoned the maison tellier denis my wife the unknown the apparition volume viii. clochette the kiss the legion of honor the test found on a drowned man the orphan the beggar the rabbit his avenger my uncle jules the model a vagabond the fishing hole the spasm in the wood martine all over the parrot a piece of string volume ix. toine madame husson's rosier the adopted son a coward old mongilet moonlight the first snowfall sundays of a bourgeois a recollection our letters the love of long ago friend joseph the effeminates old amable volume x. the christening the farmer's wife the devil the snipe the will walter schnaff's adventure at sea minuet the son that pig of a morin saint anthony lasting love pierrot a normandy joke father matthew volume xi. the umbrella belhomme's beast discovery the accursed bread the dowry the diary of a mad man the mask the penguins rock a family suicides an artifice dreams simon's papa volume xii. the child a country excursion rose rosalie prudent regret a sister's confession coco a dead woman's secret a humble drama mademoiselle cocotte the corsican bandit the grave volume xiii. old judas the little cask boitelle a widow the englishmen of etretat magnetism a fathers confession a mother of monsters an uncomfortable bed a portrait the drunkard the wardrobe the mountain pool a cremation misti madame hermet the magic couch quotations: short stories volume i. anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies dependent, like other emotions, on surroundings devouring faith which is the making of martyrs and visionaries freemasonry made up of those who possess great ones of this world who make war i am learning my trade insolent like all in authority legitimized love always despises its easygoing brother like all women, being very fond of indigestible things presence of a woman, that sovereign inspiration spirit of order and arithmetic in the business house subtleties of expression to describe the most improper things thin veneer of modesty of every woman thrill of furious and bestial anger which urges on a mob to massacre short stories volume ii. chronic passion for cleaning greatest shatterer of dreams who had ever dwelt on earth hardly understand at all those bellicose ardors key of a door kiss of the man without a mustache let us be indignant, or let us be enthusiastic muscles of their faces have never learned the motions of laughter resisted that feeling of comfort and relief unconscious brutality which is so common in the country what is sadder than a dead house short stories volume iii. did wrong in doing her duty don't talk about things you know nothing about impenetrable night, thicker than walls and empty love is always love, come whence it may "my god! my god!" without believing, nevertheless, in god pines, close at hand, seemed to be weeping preserved in a pickle of innocence she was an ornament, not a home short stories volume iv. the warm autumn sun was beating down on the farmyard. under the grass, which had been cropped close by the cows, the earth soaked by recent rains, was soft and sank in under the feet with a soggy noise, and the apple trees, loaded with apples, were dropping their pale green fruit in the dark green grass. the servant, rose, remained alone in the large kitchen, where the fire was dying out on the hearth beneath the large boiler of hot water. from time to time she dipped out some water and slowly washed her dishes, stopping occasionally to look at the two streaks of light which the sun threw across the long table through the window, and which showed the defects in the glass. the fowls were lying on the steaming dunghill; some of them were scratching with one claw in search of worms, while the cock stood up proudly in their midst. when he crowed, the cocks in all the neighboring farmyards replied to him, as if they were uttering challenges from farm to farm. neither could there be any scruples about an unequal match between them, for in the country every one is very nearly equal; the farmer works with his laborers, who frequently become masters in their turn, and the female servants constantly become the mistresses of the establishments without its making any change in their life or habits. is it not rather the touch of love, of love the mysterious, who seeks constantly to unite two beings, who tries his strength the instant he has put a man and a woman face to face? short stories volume v. calling all religious things "weeper's wares" everyone has his share how much excited cowardice there often is in boldness love has no law people do not think as they speak, and do not speak as they act rage of a timid man she saw that he would yield on every point short stories volume vi. as he had never enjoyed anything, he desired nothing do you know how i picture god? don't know what to say, for i am always terribly stupid at first hotel bed: who has occupied it the night before? irresistible force of mutual affection isn't for the fun of it, anyhow! love must unsettle the mind machine for bringing children into the world moments of friendly silence one cannot both be and have been only by going a long distance from home sadness of existences that have had their day well-planned disorder when did you lie, the last time or now? short stories volume vii. a sceptical genius has said: "god made man in his image and man has returned the compliment." this saying is an eternal truth, and it would be very curious to write the history of the local divinity of every continent as well as the history of the patron saints in each one of our provinces. the negro has his ferocious man-eating idols; the polygamous mahometan fills his paradise with women; the greeks, like a practical people, deified all the passions. pierre letoile was silent. his companions were laughing. one of them said: "marriage is indeed a lottery; you must never choose your numbers. the haphazard ones are the best."--another added by way of conclusion: "yes, but do not forget that the god of drunkards chose for pierre." no noise in the little park, no breath of air in the leaves; no voice passes through this silence. one ought to write at the entrance to this district: 'no one laughs here; they take care of their health.' "listen, jacques. he has forbidden me to see you again, and i will not play this comedy of coming secretly to your house. you must either lose me or take me."--"my dear irene, in that case, obtain your divorce, and i will marry you."--"yes, you will marry me in--two years at the soonest. yours is a patient love." short stories volume viii. "do you know the people who live in the little red cottage at the end of the rue du berceau?"--madame bondel was out of sorts. she answered: "yes and no; i am acquainted with them, but i do not care to know them." it seems that he had led a bad life, that is to say, he had squandered a little money, which action, in a poor family, is one of the greatest crimes. with rich people a man who amuses himself only sows his wild oats. he is what is generally called a sport. but among needy families a boy who forces his parents to break into the capital becomes a good-for-nothing, a rascal, a scamp. and this distinction is just, although the action be the same, for consequences alone determine the seriousness of the act. "why; you are just the same as the others, you fool!" that was indeed bravado, one of those pieces of impudence of which a woman makes use when she dares everything, risks everything, to wound and humiliate the man who has aroused her ire. this poor man must also be one of those deceived husbands, like so many others. he had said sadly: "there are times when she seems to have more confidence and faith in our friends than in me." that is how a husband formulated his observations on the particular attentions of his wife for another man. that was all. he had seen nothing more. he was like the rest--all the rest! he awaited he knew not what, possessed with that vague hope which persists in the human heart in spite of everything. he awaited in the corner of the farmyard in the biting december wind, some mysterious aid from heaven or from men, without the least idea whence it was to arrive. a number of black hens ran hither and thither, seeking their food in the earth which supports all living things. ever now and then they snapped up in their beaks a grain of corn or a tiny insect; then they continued their slow, sure search for nutriment. short stories volume ix. full of that common sense which borders on stupidity let them respect my convictions, and i will respect theirs love that is sacred--not marriage! mediocrities and the fools always form the immense majority night-robe of streams and meadows only being allowed to read religious works or cook-books poetry did not seem to be the strong point purgatory and paradise according to the yearly income she went through life in a mood of perpetual discontent so stupid and they pretend they know everything spend his time quietly regretting the past the tomb is the boundary of conjugal sinning when we love, we have need of confession world has made laws to combat our instincts short stories volume x. "i heard 'birr! birr!' and a magnificent covey rose at ten paces from me. i aimed. pif! paf! and i saw a shower, a veritable shower of birds. there were seven of them!"--and they all went into raptures, amazed, but reciprocally credulous. she was still smiling as she looked at him; she even began to laugh; and he lost his head trying to find something suitable to say, no matter what. but he could think of nothing, nothing, and then, seized with a coward's courage, he said to himself: 'so much the worse, i will risk everything,' and suddenly, without the slightest warning, he went toward her, his arms extended, his lips protruding, and, seizing her in his arms, he kissed her. my elder sons never loved me, never petted me, scarcely treated me as a mother, but during my whole life i did my duty towards them, and i owe them nothing more after my death. the ties of blood cannot exist without daily and constant affection. an ungrateful son is less than, a stranger; he is a culprit, for he has no right to be indifferent towards his mother. short stories volume xi. i held my tongue, and thought over those words. oh, ethics! oh, logic! oh, wisdom! at his age! so they deprived him of his only remaining pleasure out of regard for his health! his health! what would he do with it, inert and trembling wreck that he was? they were taking care of his life, so they said. his life? how many days? ten, twenty, fifty, or a hundred? why? for his own sake? or to preserve for some time longer the spectacle of his impotent greediness in the family. but all at once one envelope made me start. my name was traced on it in a large, bold handwriting; and suddenly tears came to my eyes. that letter was from my dearest friend, the companion of my youth, the confidant of my hopes; and he appeared before me so clearly, with his pleasant smile and his hand outstretched, that a cold shiver ran down my back. yes, yes, the dead come back, for i saw him! our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist. but she shook with rage, and got up one of those conjugal scenes which make a peaceable man dread the domestic hearth more than a battlefield where bullets are raining. short stories volume xii. monsieur saval, who was called in mantes "father saval," had just risen from bed. he was weeping. it was a dull autumn day; the leaves were falling. they fell slowly in the rain, like a heavier and slower rain. m. saval was not in good spirits. he walked from the fireplace to the window, and from the window to the fireplace. life has its sombre days. it would no longer have any but sombre days for him, for he had reached the age of sixty-two. he is alone, an old bachelor, with nobody about him. how sad it is to die alone, all alone, without any one who is devoted to you! he pondered over his life, so barren, so empty. he recalled former days, the days of his childhood, the home, the house of his parents; his college days, his follies; the time he studied law in paris, his father's illness, his death. he then returned to live with his mother. they lived together very quietly, and desired nothing more. at last the mother died. how sad life is! he lived alone since then, and now, in his turn, he, too, will soon be dead. he will disappear, and that will be the end. there will be no more of paul saval upon the earth. what a frightful thing! other people will love, will laugh. yes, people will go on amusing themselves, and he will no longer exist! is it not strange that people can laugh, amuse themselves, be joyful under that eternal certainty of death? if this death were only probable, one could then have hope; but no, it is inevitable, as inevitable as that night follows the day. short stories volume xiii. how i understood them, these who weak, harassed by misfortune, having lost those they loved, awakened from the dream of a tardy compensation, from the illusion of another existence where god will finally be just, after having been ferocious, and their minds disabused of the mirages of happiness, have given up the fight and desire to put an end to this ceaseless tragedy, or this shameful comedy. suicide! why, it is the strength of those whose strength is exhausted, the hope of those who no longer believe, the sublime courage of the conquered! yes, there is at least one door to this life we can always open and pass through to the other side. nature had an impulse of pity; she did not shut us up in prison. mercy for the despairing! if genius is, as is commonly believed, a sort of aberration of great minds, then algernon charles swinburne is undoubtedly a genius. great minds that are healthy are never considered geniuses, while this sublime qualification is lavished on brains that are often inferior but are slightly touched by madness. if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. short stories of guy de maupassant, complete http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /gm v .txt quotes and images from the diary of pepys the diary of samuel pepys by samuel pepys s. in money, and what wine she needed, for the burying him a good handsome wench i kissed, the first that i have seen a fair salute on horseback, in rochester streets, of the lady a most conceited fellow and not over much in him a conceited man, but of no logique in his head at all a pretty man, i would be content to break a commandment with him a lady spit backward upon me by a mistake a play not very good, though commended much a cat will be a cat still a book the bishops will not let be printed again a most tedious, unreasonable, and impertinent sermon about two o'clock, too late and too soon to go home to bed academy was dissolved by order of the pope act of council passed, to put out all papists in office advantage a man of the law hath over all other people afeard of being louzy after taking leave of my wife, which we could hardly do kindly after awhile i caressed her and parted seeming friends after many protestings by degrees i did arrive at what i would after oysters, at first course, a hash of rabbits, a lamb after a harsh word or two my wife and i good friends all ended in love all made much worse in their report among people than they are all the fleas came to him and not to me all divided that were bred so long at school together all may see how slippery places all courtiers stand in all things to be managed with faction all the towne almost going out of towne (plague panic) ambassador--that he is an honest man sent to lie abroad among many lazy people that the diligent man becomes necessary an exceeding pretty lass, and right for the sport an offer of l for a baronet's dignity and for his beef, says he, "look how fat it is" and if ever i fall on it again, i deserve to be undone and a deal of do of which i am weary and they did lay pigeons to his feet and there, did what i would with her and so to sleep till the morning, but was bit cruelly and so to bed and there entertained her with great content and feeling for a chamber-pott, there was none and with the great men in curing of their claps and so by coach, though hard to get it, being rainy, home angry, and so continued till bed, and did not sleep friends aptness i have to be troubled at any thing that crosses me archbishop is a wencher, and known to be so as much his friend as his interest will let him as very a gossip speaking of her neighbours as any body as all other women, cry, and yet talk of other things as he called it, the king's seventeenth whore abroad as all things else did not come up to my expectations asleep, while the wench sat mending my breeches by my bedside at least or , people in the street (to see the hanging) at a loss whether it will be better for me to have him die badge of slavery upon the whole people (taxes) baker's house in pudding lane, where the late great fire begun baseness and looseness of the court bath at the top of his house beare-garden because i would not be over sure of any thing before i sent my boy out with them, i beat him for a lie begun to smell, and so i caused it to be set forth (corpse) being there, and seeming to do something, while we do not being cleansed of lice this day by my wife being very poor and mean as to the bearing with trouble being taken with a psalmbook or testament below what people think these great people say and do best fence against the parliament's present fury is delay better now than never bewailing the vanity and disorders of the age bite at the stone, and not at the hand that flings it bleeding behind by leeches will cure him bold to deliver what he thinks on every occasion book itself, and both it and them not worth a turd bookseller's, and there looked for montaigne's essays bottle of strong water; whereof now and then a sip did me good bought for the love of the binding three books bought montaigne's essays, in english bowling-ally (where lords and ladies are now at bowles) boy up to-night for his sister to teach him to put me to bed bring me a periwig, but it was full of nits bringing over one discontented man, you raise up three bristol milk (the sherry) in the vaults broken sort of people, that have not much to lose burned it, that it might not be among my books to my shame business of abusing the puritans begins to grow stale but a woful rude rabble there was, and such noises but so fearful i am of discontenting my wife but i think i am not bound to discover myself but we were friends again as we are always but this the world believes, and so let them but if she will ruin herself, i cannot help it but my wife vexed, which vexed me buy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chaw buying up of goods in case there should be war buying his place of my lord barkely by his many words and no understanding, confound himself by chewing of tobacco is become very fat and sallow by and by met at her chamber, and there did what i would by her wedding-ring, i suppose he hath married her at last called at a little ale-house, and had an eele pye came to bed to me, but all would not make me friends cannot bring myself to mind my business cannot be clean to go so many bodies together in the same water cast stones with his horne crooke castlemayne is sicke again, people think, slipping her filly catched cold yesterday by putting off my stockings catholiques are everywhere and bold cavaliers have now the upper hand clear of the presbyterians charles barkeley's greatness is only his being pimp to the king chocolate was introduced into england about the year church, where a most insipid young coxcomb preached city to be burned, and the papists to cut our throats clap of the pox which he got about twelve years ago clean myself with warm water; my wife will have me comb my head clean, which i found so foul with powdering come to see them in bed together, on their wedding-night come to us out of bed in his furred mittens and furred cap comely black woman.--[the old expression for a brunette.] coming to lay out a great deal of money in clothes for my wife commons, where there is nothing done but by passion, and faction compliment from my aunt, which i take kindly as it is unusual confidence, and vanity, and disparages everything confusion of years in the case of the months of january (etc.) consult my pillow upon that and every great thing of my life content as to be at our own home, after being abroad awhile contracted for her as if he had been buying a horse convenience of periwiggs is so great could not saw above inches of the stone in a day counterfeit mirthe and pleasure with them, but had but little court is in a way to ruin all for their pleasures court attendance infinite tedious craft and cunning concerning the buying and choosing of horses credit of this office hath received by this rogue's occasion cruel custom of throwing at cocks on shrove tuesday cure of the king's evil, which he do deny altogether dare not oppose it alone for making an enemy and do no good declared he will never have another public mistress again delight to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition deliver her from the hereditary curse of child-bearing desk fastened to one of the armes of his chayre did dig another, and put our wine in it; and i my parmazan cheese did extremely beat him, and though it did trouble me to do it did so watch to see my wife put on drawers, which (she did) did take me up very prettily in one or two things that i said did much insist upon the sin of adultery did go to shoe lane to see a cocke-fighting at a new pit there did find none of them within, which i was glad of did tumble them all the afternoon as i pleased did trouble me very much to be at charge to no purpose did see the knaveries and tricks of jockeys did not like that clergy should meddle with matters of state did put evil thoughts in me, but proceeded no further dined with my wife on pease porridge and nothing else dined upon six of my pigeons, which my wife has resolved to kill dined at home alone, a good calves head boiled and dumplings dinner, an ill and little mean one, with foul cloth and dishes discontented at the pride and luxury of the court discontented that my wife do not go neater now she has two maids discourse of mr. evelyn touching all manner of learning discoursed much against a man's lying with his wife in lent discoursing upon the sad condition of the times disease making us more cruel to one another than if we are doggs disorder in the pit by its raining in, from the cupola disquiet all night, telling of the clock till it was daylight do outdo the lords infinitely (debates in the commons) do look upon me as a remembrancer of his former vanity do bury still of the plague seven or eight in a day doe from cobham, when the season comes, bucks season being past dog attending us, which made us all merry again dog, that would turn a sheep any way which doubtfull of himself, and easily be removed from his own opinion down to the whey house and drank some and eat some curds dr. calamy is this day sent to newgate for preaching drink a dish of coffee driven down again with a stinke by sir w. pen's shying of a pot duke of york and mrs. palmer did talk to one another very wanton duodecimal arithmetique durst not take notice of her, her husband being there dying this last week of the plague , from the week before eat some of the best cheese-cakes that ever i eat in my life eat of the best cold meats that ever i eat on in all my life eat a mouthful of pye at home to stay my stomach eat some butter and radishes enough existed to build a ship (pieces of the true cross) enquiring into the selling of places do trouble a great many erasmus "de scribendis epistolis" even to the having bad words with my wife, and blows too every man looking after himself, and his owne lust and luxury every small thing is enough now-a-days to bring a difference every body leads, and nobody follows every body is at a great losse and nobody can tell every body's looks, and discourse in the street is of death exceeding kind to me, more than usual, which makes me afeard exclaiming against men's wearing their hats on in the church excommunications, which they send upon the least occasions expectation of profit will have its force expected musique, the missing of which spoiled my dinner faced white coat, made of one of my wife's pettycoates familiarity with her other servants is it that spoils them all fanatiques do say that the end of the world is at hand fashionable and black spots fear all his kindness is but only his lust to her fear that the goods and estate would be seized (after suicide) fear it may do him no good, but me hurt fear i shall not be able to wipe my hands of him again fear she should prove honest and refuse and then tell my wife feared i might meet with some people that might know me fearful that i might not go far enough with my hat off fears some will stand for the tolerating of papists fell to sleep as if angry fell a-crying for joy, being all maudlin and kissing one another fell to dancing, the first time that ever i did in my life fetch masts from new england feverish, and hath sent for mr. pierce to let him blood few in any age that do mind anything that is abstruse find that now and then a little difference do no hurte find it a base copy of a good originall, that vexed me find myself to over-value things when a child finding my wife not sick, but yet out of order finding my wife's clothes lie carelessly laid up fire grow; and, as it grew darker, appeared more and more first time that ever i heard the organs in a cathedral first their apes, that they may be afterwards their slaves first thing of that nature i did ever give her (l ring) first time i had given her leave to wear a black patch fixed that the year should commence in january instead of march fool's play with which all publick things are done for my quiet would not enquire into it for, for her part, she should not be buried in the commons for a land-tax and against a general excise for i will not be inward with him that is open to another for i will be hanged before i seek to him, unless i see i need force a man to swear against himself forced to change gold, s. d.; servants and poor, s. d. forgetting many things, which her master beat her for formerly say that the king was a bastard and his mother a whore found my brother john at eight o'clock in bed, which vexed me found him a fool, as he ever was, or worse found him not so ill as i thought that he had been ill found in my head and body about twenty lice, little and great found to be with child, do never stir out of their beds found guilty, and likely will be hanged (for stealing spoons) france, which is accounted the best place for bread frequent trouble in things we deserve best in frogs and many insects do often fall from the sky, ready formed from some fault in the meat to complain of my maid's sluttery gadding abroad to look after beauties galileo's air thermometer, made before gamester's life, which i see is very miserable, and poor gave him his morning draft generally with corruption, but most indeed with neglect gentlewomen did hold up their heads to be kissed by the king get his lady to trust herself with him into the tavern give the king of france nova scotia, which he do not like give her a lobster and do so touse her and feel her all over give the other notice of the future state, if there was any glad to be at friendship with me, though we hate one another gladder to have just now received it (than a promise) god knows that i do not find honesty enough in my own mind god forgive me! what thoughts and wishes i had god help him, he wants bread. god forgive me! what a mind i had to her god! what an age is this, and what a world is this going with her woman to a hot-house to bathe herself gold holds up its price still goldsmiths in supplying the king with money at dear rates good sport of the bull's tossing of the dogs good wine, and anchovies, and pickled oysters (for breakfast) good purpose of fitting ourselves for another war (a peace) good writers are not admired by the present got her upon my knee (the coach being full) and played with her great thaw it is not for a man to walk the streets great newes of the swedes declaring for us against the dutch great deale of tittle tattle discourse to little purpose great many silly stories they tell of their sport greater number of counsellors is, the more confused the issue greatest businesses are done so superficially had no more manners than to invite me and to let me pay had his hand cut off, and was hanged presently! had what pleasure almost i would with her had the umbles of it for dinner half a pint of rhenish wine at the still-yard, mixed with beer hanged with a silken halter hanging jack to roast birds on hard matter to settle to business after so much leisure hate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keys hates to have any body mention what he had done the day before hath not a liberty of begging till he hath served three years hath a good heart to bear, or a cunning one to conceal his evil hath given her the pox, but i hope it is not so have not known her this fortnight almost, which is a pain to me have not any awe over them from the king's displeasure (commons) have not much to lose, and therefore will venture all have been so long absent that i am ashamed to go having some experience, but greater conceit of it than is fit he that will not stoop for a pin, will never be worth a pound he made but a poor sermon, but long he has been inconvenienced by being too free in discourse he having made good promises, though i fear his performance he hoped he should live to see her "ugly and willing" he is too wise to be made a friend of he was fain to lie in the priest's hole a good while he was charged with making himself popular he is, i perceive, wholly sceptical, as well as i he is a man of no worth in the world but compliment he is not a man fit to be told what one hears heard noises over their head upon the leads heeling her on one side to make her draw little water helping to slip their calfes when there is occasion her months upon her is gone to bed here i first saw oranges grow hired her to procure this poor soul for him his enemies have done him as much good as he could wish his readiness to speak spoilt all his satisfaction is nothing worth, it being easily got his company ever wearys me holes for me to see from my closet into the great office hopes to have had a bout with her before she had gone houses marked with a red cross upon the doors how the presbyterians would be angry if they durst how highly the presbyters do talk in the coffeehouses still how little merit do prevail in the world, but only favour how little heed is had to the prisoners and sicke and wounded how unhappily a man may fall into a necessity of bribing people how natural it is for us to slight people out of power how little to be presumed of in our greatest undertakings hugged, it being cold now in the mornings . . . . i took occasion to be angry with him i could not forbear to love her exceedingly i do not value her, or mind her as i ought i did what i would, and might have done anything else i have itched mightily these or days i know not whether to be glad or sorry i was as merry as i could counterfeit myself to be i could have answered, but forbore i have a good mind to have the maidenhead of this girl i know not how in the world to abstain from reading i fear that it must be as it can, and not as i would i had six noble dishes for them, dressed by a man-cook i find her painted, which makes me loathe her (cosmetics) i did get her hand to me under my cloak i perceive no passion in a woman can be lasting long i having now seen a play every day this week i was very angry, and resolve to beat him to-morrow i know not yet what that is, and am ashamed to ask i do not like his being angry and in debt both together to me i will not by any over submission make myself cheap i slept soundly all the sermon i and she never were so heartily angry in our lives as to-day i calling her beggar, and she me pricklouse, which vexed me i love the treason i hate the traitor i would not enquire into anything, but let her talk i kissed the bride in bed, and so the curtaines drawne i have promised, but know not when i shall perform i met a dead corps of the plague, in the narrow ally i am a foole to be troubled at it, since i cannot helpe it i was exceeding free in dallying with her, and she not unfree i was a great roundhead when i was a boy i pray god to make me able to pay for it. i took a broom and basted her till she cried extremely i was demanded l , for the fee of the office at d. a pound i never designed to be a witness against any man i fear is not so good as she should be if the exportations exceed importations if it should come in print my name maybe at it ill from my late cutting my hair so close to my head ill all this day by reason of the last night's debauch ill sign when we are once to come to study how to excuse ill humour to be so against that which all the world cries up ill-bred woman, would take exceptions at anything any body said in my nature am mighty unready to answer no to anything in men's clothes, and had the best legs that ever i saw in our graves (as shakespeere resembles it) we could dream in discourse he seems to be wise and say little in perpetual trouble and vexation that need it least in comes mr. north very sea-sick from shore in a hackney and full of people, was ashamed to be seen in my dining-room she was doing something upon the pott inconvenience that do attend the increase of a man's fortune inoffensive vanity of a man who loved to see himself in the glass instructed by shakespeare himself irish in ireland, whom cromwell had settled all in one corner it not being handsome for our servants to sit so equal with us justice of god in punishing men for the sins of their ancestors justice of proceeding not to condemn a man unheard keep at interest, which is a good, quiett, and easy profit king is at the command of any woman like a slave king shall not be able to whip a cat king was gone to play at tennis king hath lost his power, by submitting himself to this way king do resolve to declare the duke of monmouth legitimate king himself minding nothing but his ease king is not at present in purse to do king is mighty kind to these his bastard children king the necessity of having, at least, a show of religion king be desired to put all catholiques out of employment king still do doat upon his women, even beyond all shame king is offended with the duke of richmond's marrying king of france did think other princes fit for nothing king governed by his lust, and women, and rogues about him king do tire all his people that are about him with early rising king's service is undone, and those that trust him perish king's proclamation against drinking, swearing, and debauchery kingdom will fall back again to a commonwealth kiss my parliament, instead of "kiss my [rump]" know yourself to be secure, in being necessary to the office l'escholle des filles, a lewd book lady castlemayne is compounding with the king for a pension lady duchesse the veryest slut and drudge lady batten to give me a spoonful of honey for my cold lady castlemaine is still as great with the king lady castlemayne's nose out of joynt lady castlemayne is now in a higher command over the king lady castlemayne do rule all at this time as much as ever laissez nous affaire--colbert last day of their doubtfulness touching her being with child last act of friendship in telling me of my faults also laughing and jeering at every thing that looks strange lay long caressing my wife and talking lay long in bed talking and pleasing myself with my wife lay chiding, and then pleased with my wife in bed lay with her to-night, which i have not done these eight (days) learned the multiplication table for the first time in learnt a pretty trick to try whether a woman be a maid or no lechery will never leave him let me blood, about sixteen ounces, i being exceedingly full let her brew as she has baked lewdness and beggary of the court liability of a husband to pay for goods supplied his wife liberty of speech in the house listening to no reasoning for it, be it good or bad little content most people have in the peace little children employed, every one to do something little worth of this world, to buy it with so much pain long cloaks being now quite out look askew upon my wife, because my wife do not buckle to them lord! to see the absurd nature of englishmen lord! in the dullest insipid manner that ever lover did lust and wicked lives of the nuns heretofore in england luxury and looseness of the times lying a great while talking and sporting in bed with my wife made a lazy sermon, like a presbyterian made to drink, that they might know him not to be a roundhead made him admire my drawing a thing presently in shorthand magnifying the graces of the nobility and prelates make a man wonder at the good fortune of such a fool man cannot live without playing the knave and dissimulation matters in ireland are full of discontent meazles, we fear, or, at least, of a scarlett feavour methought very ill, or else i am grown worse to please milke, which i drank to take away, my heartburne mirrors which makes the room seem both bigger and lighter money i have not, nor can get money, which sweetens all things montaigne is conscious that we are looking over his shoulder most flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of delivery most homely widow, but young, and pretty rich, and good natured mr. william pen a quaker again much discourse, but little to be learned musique in the morning to call up our new-married people muske millon my wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girl my wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waits my heart beginning to falsify in this business my old folly and childishnesse hangs upon me still my new silk suit, the first that ever i wore in my life my lord, who took physic to-day and was in his chamber my wife will keep to one another and let the world go hang my wife this night troubled at my leaving her alone so much my wife was making of her tarts and larding of her pullets my head was not well with the wine that i drank to-day my first attempt being to learn the multiplication-table my intention to learn to trill necessary, and yet the peace is so bad in its terms never laughed so in all my life. i laughed till my head ached never, while he lives, truckle under any body or any faction never to trust too much to any man in the world never was known to keep two mistresses in his life (charles ii.) never could man say worse himself nor have worse said new netherlands to english rule, under the title of new york no parliament can, as he says, be kept long good no manner of means used to quench the fire no pleasure--only the variety of it no money to do it with, nor anybody to trust us without it no man is wise at all times no man was ever known to lose the first time no man knowing what to do, whether to sell or buy no sense nor grammar, yet in as good words that ever i saw no good by taking notice of it, for the present she forbears nonconformists do now preach openly in houses none will sell us any thing without our personal security given nor would become obliged too much to any nor will yield that the papists have any ground given them nor was there any pretty woman that i did see, but my wife nor offer anything, but just what is drawn out of a man not well, and so had no pleasure at all with my poor wife not eat a bit of good meat till he has got money to pay the men not the greatest wits, but the steady man not when we can, but when we list not to be censured if their necessities drive them to bad not more than i expected, nor so much by a great deal as i ought not thinking them safe men to receive such a gratuity not permit her begin to do so, lest worse should follow nothing in the world done with true integrity nothing in it approaching that single page in st. simon nothing of the memory of a man, an houre after he is dead! nothing is to be got without offending god and the king nothing of any truth and sincerity, but mere envy and design now above six months since (smoke from the cellars) offer me l if i would desist from the clerk of the acts place offered to stop the fire near his house for such a reward officers are four years behind-hand unpaid once a week or so i know a gentleman must go . . . . opening his mind to him as of one that may hereafter be his foe ordered him l , and he paid me my quantum out of it ordered in the yarde six or eight bargemen to be whipped origin in the use of a plane against the grain of the wood out also to and fro, to see and be seen painful to keep money, as well as to get it parliament being vehement against the nonconformists parliament hath voted s. per annum for every chimney in england parliament do agree to throw down popery parson is a cunning fellow he is as any of his coat peace with france, which, as a presbyterian, he do not like pen was then turned quaker periwigg he lately made me cleansed of its nits peruques of hair, as the fashion now is for ladies to wear pest coaches and put her into it to carry her to a pest house petition against hackney coaches pit, where the bears are baited plague claimed , victims (in ) plague is much in amsterdam, and we in fears of it here plague, forty last night, the bell always going play good, but spoiled with the ryme, which breaks the sense pleases them mightily, and me not at all poor seamen that lie starving in the streets posies for rings, handkerchers and gloves pray god give me a heart to fear a fall, and to prepare for it! presbyterians against the house of lords presse seamen, without which we cannot really raise men pressing in it as if none of us had like care with him pretends to a resolution of being hereafter very clean pretty sayings, which are generally like paradoxes pretty to see the young pretty ladies dressed like men pride of some persons and vice of most was but a sad story pride and debauchery of the present clergy protestants as to the church of rome are wholly fanatiques providing against a foule day to get as much money into my hands put up with too much care, that i have forgot where they are quakers being charmed by a string about their wrists quakers do still continue, and rather grow than lessen quakers and others that will not have any bell ring for them rabbit not half roasted, which made me angry with my wife raising of our roofs higher to enlarge our houses reading to my wife and brother something in chaucer reading over my dear "faber fortunae," of my lord bacon's receive the applications of people, and hath presents reckon nothing money but when it is in the bank reduced the dutch settlement of new netherlands to english rule rejoiced over head and ears in this good newes removing goods from one burned house to another reparation for what we had embezzled requisite i be prepared against the man's friendship resolve to have the doing of it himself, or else to hinder it resolve to live well and die a beggar resolved to go through it, and it is too late to help it now resolving not to be bribed to dispatch business ridiculous nonsensical book set out by will. pen, for the quaker rotten teeth and false, set in with wire sad sight it was: the whole city almost on fire sad for want of my wife, whom i love with all my heart said to die with the cleanest hands that ever any lord treasurer saw "mackbeth," to our great content saw two battles of cocks, wherein is no great sport saw his people go up and down louseing themselves saying, that for money he might be got to our side says, of all places, if there be hell, it is here says of wood, that it is an excrescence of the earth sceptic in all things of religion scotch song of "barbary allen" searchers with their rods in their hands see whether my wife did wear drawers to-day as she used to do see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody see how time and example may alter a man sent my wife to get a place to see turner hanged sent me last night, as a bribe, a barrel of sturgeon sermon without affectation or study sermon ended, and the church broke up, and my amours ended also sermon upon original sin, neither understood by himself sermon; but, it being a presbyterian one, it was so long shakespeare's plays shame such a rogue should give me and all of us this trouble she is conceited that she do well already she used the word devil, which vexed me she was so ill as to be shaved and pidgeons put to her feet she begins not at all to take pleasure in me or study to please she is a very good companion as long as she is well she also washed my feet in a bath of herbs, and so to bed she had got and used some puppy-dog water she hath got her teeth new done by la roche she loves to be taken dressing herself, as i always find her she so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleases she finds that i am lousy short of what i expected, as for the most part it do fall out shy of any warr hereafter, or to prepare better for it sick of it and of him for it sicke men that are recovered, they lying before our office doors silence; it being seldom any wrong to a man to say nothing singing with many voices is not singing sir w. pen was so fuddled that we could not try him to play sir w. pen did it like a base raskall, and so i shall remember sit up till o'clock that she may call the wench up to wash slabbering my band sent home for another smoke jack consists of a wind-wheel fixed in the chimney so home to supper, and to bed, it being my wedding night so great a trouble is fear so to bed, to be up betimes by the helpe of a larum watch so much is it against my nature to owe anything to any body so home, and after supper did wash my feet, and so to bed so home to prayers and to bed so i took occasion to go up and to bed in a pet so to bed in some little discontent, but no words from me so home and to supper with beans and bacon and to bed so we went to bed and lay all night in a quarrel so much wine, that i was even almost foxed so good a nature that he cannot deny any thing so time do alter, and do doubtless the like in myself so home and to bed, where my wife had not lain a great while so out, and lost our way, which made me vexed so every thing stands still for money softly up to see whether any of the beds were out of order or no some merry talk with a plain bold maid of the house some ends of my own in what advice i do give her sorry in some respect, glad in my expectations in another respect sorry for doing it now, because of obliging me to do the like sorry thing to be a poor king spares not to blame another to defend himself sparrowgrass speaks rarely, which pleases me mightily spends his time here most, playing at bowles sport to me to see him so earnest on so little occasion staid two hours with her kissing her, but nothing more statute against selling of offices staying out late, and painting in the absence of her husband strange things he has been found guilty of, not fit to name strange the folly of men to lay and lose so much money strange how civil and tractable he was to me street ordered to be continued, forty feet broad, from paul's subject to be put into a disarray upon very small occasions such open flattery is beastly suffered her humour to spend, till we begun to be very quiet supper and to bed without one word one to another suspect the badness of the peace we shall make swear they will not go to be killed and have no pay take pins out of her pocket to prick me if i should touch her talk very highly of liberty of conscience taught my wife some part of subtraction tax the same man in three or four several capacities tear all that i found either boyish or not to be worth keeping tell me that i speak in my dreams that i might not seem to be afeared that i may have nothing by me but what is worth keeping that i may look as a man minding business the unlawfull use of lawfull things the devil being too cunning to discourage a gamester the most ingenious men may sometimes be mistaken "the alchymist,"--[comedy by ben jonson] the barber came to trim me and wash me the present irish pronunciation of english the world do not grow old at all the ceremonies did not please me, they do so overdo them the rest did give more, and did believe that i did so too thence by coach, with a mad coachman, that drove like mad thence to mrs. martin's, and did what i would with her there is no passing but by coach in the streets, and hardly that there eat and drank, and had my pleasure of her twice there did 'tout ce que je voudrais avec' her there setting a poor man to keep my place there is no man almost in the city cares a turd for him there being ten hanged, drawn, and quartered these young lords are not fit to do any service abroad these lords are hard to be trusted they were so false spelt that i was ashamed of them they want where to set their feet, to begin to do any thing this day churched, her month of childbed being out this absence makes us a little strange instead of more fond this week made a vow to myself to drink no wine this week this day i began to put on buckles to my shoes this unhappinesse of ours do give them heart this kind of prophane, mad entertainment they give themselves those absent from prayers were to pay a forfeit those bred in the north among the colliers are good for labour though he knows, if he be not a fool, that i love him not thus it was my chance to see the king beheaded at white hall tied our men back to back, and thrown them all into the sea to mr. holliard's in the morning, thinking to be let blood to be enjoyed while we are young and capable of these joys to see major-general harrison hanged, drawn; and quartered to the swan and drank our morning draft to see the bride put to bed too much of it will make her know her force too much took physique, and it did work very well tory--the term was not used politically until about tried the effect of my silence and not provoking her trouble, and more money, to every watch, to them to drink troubled me, to see the confidence of the vice of the age trumpets were brought under the scaffold that he not be heard turn out every man that will be drunk, they must turn out all two shops in three, if not more, generally shut up uncertainty of all history uncertainty of beauty unless my too-much addiction to pleasure undo me unquiet which her ripping up of old faults will give me up, leaving my wife in bed, being sick of her months up, finding our beds good, but lousy; which made us merry up and took physique, but such as to go abroad with upon a very small occasion had a difference again broke out venison-pasty that we have for supper to-night to the cook's very angry we were, but quickly friends again very great tax; but yet i do think it is so perplexed vexed at my wife's neglect in leaving of her scarf vexed me, but i made no matter of it, but vexed to myself vices of the court, and how the pox is so common there voyage to newcastle for coles waked this morning between four and five by my blackbird was kissing my wife, which i did not like we are to go to law never to revenge, but only to repayre we had a good surloyne of rost beefe weary of it; but it will please the citizens weather being very wet and hot to keep meat in. what way a man could devise to lose so much in so little time what i said would not hold water what i had writ foule in short hand what they all, through profit or fear, did promise what a sorry dispatch these great persons give to business what is there more to be had of a woman than the possessing her where money is free, there is great plenty where i find the worst very good where a piece of the cross is where a trade hath once been and do decay, it never recovers where i expect most i find least satisfaction wherein every party has laboured to cheat another which he left him in the lurch which i did give him some hope of, though i never intend it whip this child till the blood come, if it were my child! whip a boy at each place they stop at in their procession who is the most, and promises the least, of any man who we found ill still, but he do make very much of it who must except against every thing and remedy nothing whose red nose makes me ashamed to be seen with him willing to receive a bribe if it were offered me wine, new and old, with labells pasted upon each bottle wise man's not being wise at all times wise men do prepare to remove abroad what they have with much ado in an hour getting a coach home with a shower of hail as big as walnuts wonders that she cannot be as good within as she is fair without world sees now the use of them for shelter of men (fore-castles) would make a dogg laugh would either conform, or be more wise, and not be catched! would not make my coming troublesome to any wretch, n., often used as an expression of endearment wronged by my over great expectations ye pulling down of houses, in ye way of ye fire if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the diaries of samuel pepys, complete http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /sp g .txt quotes and images: marguerite de valois the memoirs of marguerite de valois by maguerite de valois, queen of navarre adversity is solitary, while prosperity dwells in a crowd comeliness of his person, which at all times pleads powerfully envy and malice are self-deceivers everything in the world bore a double aspect from faith to action the bridge is short hearsay liable to be influenced by ignorance or malice honours and success are followed by envy hopes they (enemies) should hereafter become our friends i should praise you more had you praised me less it is the usual frailty of our sex to be fond of flattery lovers are not criminal in the estimation of one another mistrust is the sure forerunner of hatred much is forgiven to a king necessity is said to be the mother of invention never approached any other man near enough to know a difference not to repose too much confidence in our friends parliament aided the king to expel the jesuits from france prefer truth to embellishment rather out of contempt, and because it was good policy situated as i was betwixt fear and hope the pretended reformed religion the massacre of st. bartholomew's day the record of the war is as the smoke of a furnace there is too much of it for earnest, and not enough for jest those who have given offence to hate the offended party to embellish my story i have neither leisure nor ability troubles might not be lasting young girls seldom take much notice of children if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. memoirs of maguerite de valois, queen of navarre http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm quotes and images from chesterfield's letters to his son, - by the earl of chesterfield quotations a little learning is a dangerous thing a joker is near akin to a buffoon a favor may make an enemy, and an injury may make a friend ablest man will sometimes do weak things above all things, avoid speaking of yourself above the frivolous as below the important and the secret above trifles, he is never vehement and eager about them absolute command of your temper abstain from learned ostentation absurd term of genteel and fashionable vices absurd romances of the two last centuries according as their interest prompts them to wish acquainted with books, and an absolute stranger to men advice is seldom welcome advise those who do not speak elegantly, not to speak advocate, the friend, but not the bully of virtue affectation of singularity or superiority affectation in dress affectation of business all have senses to be gratified always made the best of the best, and never made bad worse always does more than he says always some favorite word for the time being always look people in the face when you speak to them am still unwell; i cannot help it! american colonies ancients and moderns anxiety for my health and life applauded often, without approving apt to make them think themselves more necessary than they are argumentative, polemical conversations arrogant pedant art of pleasing is the most necessary as willing and as apt to be pleased as anybody ascribing the greatest actions to the most trifling causes assenting, but without being servile and abject assertion instead of argument assign the deepest motives for the most trifling actions assurance and intrepidity at the first impulse of passion, be silent till you can be soft attacked by ridicule, and, punished with contempt attend to the objects of your expenses, but not to the sums attention to the inside of books attention and civility please all attention author is obscure and difficult in his own language authority avoid cacophony, and, what is very near as bad, monotony avoid singularity awkward address, ungraceful attitudes and actions be neither transported nor depressed by the accidents of life be silent till you can be soft being in the power of every man to hurt him being intelligible is now no longer the fashion better not to seem to understand, than to reply better refuse a favor gracefully, than to grant it clumsily blindness of the understanding is as much to be pitied bold, but with great seeming modesty borough-jobber business must be well, not affectedly dressed business now is to shine, not to weigh business by no means forbids pleasures but of this every man will believe as he thinks proper can hardly be said to see what they see cannot understand them, or will not desire to understand them cardinal mazarin cardinal richelieu cardinal de retz cardinal virtues, by first degrading them into weaknesses cautious how we draw inferences cease to love when you cease to be agreeable chameleon, be able to take every different hue characters, that never existed, are insipidly displayed cheerful in the countenance, but without laughing chit-chat, useful to keep off improper and too serious subjects choose your pleasures for yourself civility, which is a disposition to accommodate and oblige others clamorers triumph close, without being costive command of our temper, and of our countenance commanding with dignity, you must serve up to it with diligence committing acts of hostility upon the graces common sense (which, in truth, very uncommon) commonplace observations company is, in truth, a constant state of negotiation complaisance complaisance to every or anybody's opinion complaisance due to the custom of the place complaisant indulgence for people's weaknesses conceal all your learning carefully concealed what learning i had conjectures pass upon us for truths conjectures supply the defect of unattainable knowledge connections connive at knaves, and tolerate fools consciousness of merit makes a man of sense more modest consciousness and an honest pride of doing well consider things in the worst light, to show your skill content yourself with mediocrity in nothing conversation-stock being a joint and common property conversation will help you almost as much as books converse with his inferiors without insolence dance to those who pipe darkness visible decides peremptorily upon every subject deep learning is generally tainted with pedantry deepest learning, without good-breeding, is unwelcome defended by arms, adorned by manners, and improved by laws deserve a little, and you shall have but a little desire to please, and that is the main point desirous of praise from the praiseworthy desirous to make you their friend desirous of pleasing despairs of ever being able to pay dexterity enough to conceal a truth without telling a lie dictate to them while you seem to be directed by them difference in everything between system and practice difficulties seem to them, impossibilities dignity to be kept up in pleasures, as well as in business disagreeable to seem reserved, and very dangerous not to be so disagreeable things may be done so agreeably as almost to oblige disputes with heat dissimulation is only to hide our own cards distinction between simulation and dissimulation distinguish between the useful and the curious do as you would be done by do not become a virtuoso of small wares do what you are about do what you will but do something all day long do as you would be done by do not mistake the tinsel of tasso for the gold of virgil does not give it you, but he inflicts it upon you doing, 'de bonne grace', what you could not help doing doing what may deserve to be written doing nothing, and might just as well be asleep doing anything that will deserve to be written done under concern and embarrassment, must be ill done dress like the reasonable people of your own age dress well, and not too well dressed as the generality of people of fashion are ears to hear, but not sense enough to judge easy without negligence easy without too much familiarity economist of your time either do not think, or do not love to think elegance in one language will reproduce itself in all employ your whole time, which few people do endeavor to hear, and know all opinions endeavors to please and oblige our fellow-creatures enemies as if they may one day become one's friends enjoy all those advantages equally forbid insolent contempt, or low envy and jealousy ere tittering youth shall shove you from the stage establishing a character of integrity and good manners even where you are sure, seem rather doubtful every numerous assembly is mob every virtue, has its kindred vice or weakness every man knows that he understands religion and politics every numerous assembly is a mob every man pretends to common sense every day is still but as the first everybody is good for something everything has a better and a worse side exalt the gentle in woman and man--above the merely genteel expresses himself with more fire than elegance extremely weary of this silly world eyes and the ears are the only roads to the heart eyes and ears open and mouth mostly shut feed him, and feed upon him at the same time few things which people in general know less, than how to love few people know how to love, or how to hate few dare dissent from an established opinion fiddle-faddle stories, that carry no information along with them fit to live--or not live at all flattering people behind their backs flattery of women flattery flexibility of manners is necessary in the course of the world fools, who can never be undeceived fools never perceive where they are ill-timed forge accusations against themselves forgive, but not approve, the bad. fortune stoops to the forward and the bold frank without indiscretion frank, but without indiscretion frank, open, and ingenuous exterior, with a prudent interior frequently make friends of enemies, and enemies of friends friendship upon very slight acquaintance frivolous, idle people, whose time hangs upon their own hands frivolous curiosity about trifles frivolous and superficial pertness full-bottomed wigs were contrived for his humpback gain the heart, or you gain nothing gain the affections as well as the esteem gainer by your misfortune general conclusions from certain particular principles generosity often runs into profusion genteel without affectation gentlemen, who take such a fancy to you at first sight gentleness of manners, with firmness of mind geography and history are very imperfect separately german, who has taken into his head that he understands french go to the bottom of things good manners good reasons alleged are seldom the true ones good manners are the settled medium of social life good company good-breeding graces: without us, all labor is vain gratitude not being universal, nor even common grave without the affectation of wisdom great learning; which, if not accompanied with sound judgment great numbers of people met together, animate each other greatest fools are the greatest liars grow wiser when it is too late guard against those who make the most court to you habit and prejudice habitual eloquence half done or half known hardened to the wants and distresses of mankind hardly any body good for every thing haste and hurry are very different things have no pleasures but your own have a will and an opinion of your own, and adhere to it have i employed my time, or have i squandered it? have but one set of jokes to live upon have you learned to carve? he that is gentil doeth gentil deeds he will find it out of himself without your endeavors heart has such an influence over the understanding helps only, not as guides herd of mankind can hardly be said to think historians holiday eloquence home, be it ever so homely honest error is to be pitied, not ridiculed honestest man loves himself best horace how troublesome an old correspondent must be to a young one how much you have to do; and how little time to do it in human nature is always the same hurt those they love by a mistaken indulgence i hope, i wish, i doubt, and fear alternately i shall never know, though all the coffeehouses here do. i shall always love you as you shall deserve. i know myself (no common piece of knowledge, let me tell you) i cannot do such a thing i, who am not apt to know anything that i do not know idleness is only the refuge of weak minds if free from the guilt, be free from the suspicion, too if you would convince others, seem open to conviction yourself if i don't mind his orders he won't mind my draughts if you will persuade, you must first please if once we quarrel, i will never forgive ignorant of their natural rights, cherished their chains impertinent insult upon custom and fashion improve yourself with the old, divert yourself with the young inaction at your age is unpardonable inattention inattentive, absent; and distrait inclined to be fat, but i hope you will decline it incontinency of friendship among young fellows indiscriminate familiarity indiscriminately loading their memories with every part alike indolence indolently say that they cannot do infallibly to be gained by every sort of flattery information is, in a certain degree, mortifying information implies our previous ignorance; it must be sweetened injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult inquisition insinuates himself only into the esteem of fools insipid in his pleasures, as inefficient in everything else insist upon your neither piping nor fiddling yourself insolent civility intoleration in religious, and inhospitality in civil matters intrinsic, and not their imaginary value it is a real inconvenience to anybody to be fat it is not sufficient to deserve well; one must please well too jealous of being slighted jog on like man and wife; that is, seldom agreeing judge of every man's truth by his degree of understanding judge them all by their merits, but not by their ages judges from the appearances of things, and not from the reality keep your own temper and artfully warm other people's keep good company, and company above yourself kick him upstairs king's popularity is a better guard than their army know their real value, and how much they are generally overrated know the true value of time know, yourself and others knowing how much you have, and how little you want knowing any language imperfectly knowledge is like power in this respect knowledge: either despise it, or think that they have enough knowledge of a scholar with the manners of a courtier known people pretend to vices they had not knows what things are little, and what not labor is the unavoidable fatigue of a necessary journey labor more to put them in conceit with themselves last beautiful varnish, which raises the colors laughing, i must particularly warn you against it lay down a method for everything, and stick to it inviolably lazy mind, and the trifling, frivolous mind learn to keep your own secrets learn, if you can, the why and the wherefore leave the company, at least as soon as he is wished out of it led, much oftener by little things than by great ones less one has to do, the less time one finds to do it in let me see more of you in your letters let them quietly enjoy their errors in taste let nobody discover that you do know your own value let nothing pass till you understand it let blockheads read what blockheads wrote life of ignorance is not only a very contemptible, but tiresome listlessness and indolence are always blameable little minds mistake little objects for great ones little failings and weaknesses loud laughter is the mirth of the mob love with him, who they think is the most in love with them loved without being despised, and feared without being hated low company, most falsely and impudently, call pleasure low buffoonery, or silly accidents, that always excite laughter luther's disappointed avarice machiavel made him believe that the world was made for him make a great difference between companions and friends make himself whatever he pleases, except a good poet make yourself necessary make every man i met with like me, and every woman love me man is dishonored by not resenting an affront man or woman cannot resist an engaging exterior man of sense may be in haste, but can never be in a hurry man who is only good on holydays is good for very little mangles what he means to carve manner is full as important as the matter manner of doing things is often more important manners must adorn knowledge many things which seem extremely probable are not true many are very willing, and very few able mastery of one's temper may you live as long as you are fit to live, but no longer! may you rather die before you cease to be fit to live may not forget with ease what you have with difficulty learned mazarin and lewis the fourteenth riveted the shackles meditation and reflection mere reason and good sense is never to be talked to a mob merit and good-breeding will make their way everywhere method mistimes or misplaces everything mitigating, engaging words do by no means weaken your argument mob: understanding they have collectively none moderation with your enemies modesty is the only sure bait when you angle for praise money, the cause of much mischief more people have ears to be tickled, than understandings to judge more one sees, the less one either wonders or admires more you know, the modester you should be more one works, the more willing one is to work mortifying inferiority in knowledge, rank, fortune most people enjoy the inferiority of their best friends most long talkers single out some one unfortunate man in company most ignorant are, as usual, the boldest conjecturers most people have ears, but few have judgment; tickle those ears much sooner forgive an injustice than an insult my own health varies, as usual, but never deviates into good mystical nonsense name that we leave behind at one place often gets before us national honor and interest have been sacrificed to private necessity of scrupulously preserving the appearances neglect them in little things, they will leave you in great negligence of it implies an indifference about pleasing neither know nor care, (when i die) for i am very weary neither abilities or words enough to call a coach neither retail nor receive scandal willingly never would know anything that he had not a mind to know never read history without having maps never affect the character in which you have a mind to shine never implicitly adopt a character upon common fame never seek for wit; if it presents itself, well and good never to speak of yourself at all never slattern away one minute in idleness never quit a subject till you are thoroughly master of it never maintain an argument with heat and clamor never seem wiser, nor more learned, than the people you are with never saw a froward child mended by whipping never to trust implicitly to the informations of others nipped in the bud no great regard for human testimony no man is distrait with the man he fears, or the woman he loves no one feels pleasure, who does not at the same time give it not tumble, but slide gently to the bottom of the hill of life not to communicate, prematurely, one's hopes or one's fears not only pure, but, like caesar's wife, unsuspected not make their want still worse by grieving and regretting them not making use of any one capital letter not to admire anything too much not one minute of the day in which you do nothing at all notes by which dances are now pricked down as well as tunes nothing in courts is exactly as it appears to be nothing much worth either desiring or fearing nothing so precious as time, and so irrecoverable when lost observe, without being thought an observer often more necessary to conceal contempt than resentment often necessary, not to manifest all one feels often necessary to seem ignorant of what one knows oftener led by their hearts than by their understandings old fellow ought to seem wise whether he really be so or not one must often yield, in order to prevail only doing one thing at a time only because she will not, and not because she cannot only solid and lasting peace, between a man and his wife our understandings are generally the dupes of our hearts our frivolous dissertations upon the weather, or upon whist out of livery; which makes them both impertinent and useless outward air of modesty to all he does overvalue what we do not know oysters, are only in season in the r months passes for a wit, though he hath certainly no uncommon share patience is the only way not to make bad worse patient toleration of certain airs of superiority pay your own reckoning, but do not treat the whole company pay them with compliments, but not with confidence people never desire all till they have gotten a great deal people lose a great deal of time by reading people will repay, and with interest too, inattention people angling for praise people hate those who make them feel their own inferiority perfection of everything that is worth doing at all perseverance has surprising effects person to you whom i am very indifferent about, i mean myself pettish, pouting conduct is a great deal too young petty jury plain notions of right and wrong planted while young, that degree of knowledge now my refuge please all who are worth pleasing; offend none pleased to some degree by showing a desire to please pleased with him, by making them first pleased with themselves pleasing in company is the only way of being pleased in yourself pleasure and business with equal inattention pleasure is necessarily reciprocal pleasure is the rock which most young people split upon pleasures do not commonly last so long as life pocket all your knowledge with your watch polite, but without the troublesome forms and stiffness politicians neither love nor hate prefer useful to frivolous conversations prejudices are our mistresses pride remembers it forever pride of being the first of the company prudent reserve public speaking put out your time, but to good interest quarrel with them when they are grown up, for being spoiled quietly cherished error, instead of seeking for truth read my eyes out every day, that i may not hang myself read with caution and distrust real merit of any kind will be discovered real friendship is a slow grower reason ought to direct the whole, but seldom does reason, which always ought to direct mankind, seldom does receive them with great civility, but with great incredulity reciprocally profess wishes which they seldom form recommend (pleasure) to you, like an epicurean recommends self-conversation to all authors refuge of people who have neither wit nor invention of their own refuse more gracefully than other people could grant repeating represent, but do not pronounce reserve with your friends respect without timidity respectful without meanness, easy without too much familiarity return you the ball 'a la volee' rich man never borrows richelieu came and shackled the nation rochefoucault, who, i am afraid, paints man very exactly rochefoucault rough corners which mere nature has given to the smoothest ruined their own son by what they called loving him same coolness and unconcern in any and every company scandal: receiver is always thought, as bad as the thief scarce any flattery is too gross for them to swallow scarcely any body who is absolutely good for nothing scrupled no means to obtain his ends secret, without being dark and mysterious secrets see what you see, and to hear what you hear seem to like and approve of everything at first seeming frankness with a real reserve seeming inattention to the person who is speaking to you seeming openness is prudent seems to have no opinion of his own seldom a misfortune to be childless self-love draws a thick veil between us and our faults sentiment-mongers sentiments that were never felt, pompously described serious without being dull settled here for good, as it is called shakespeare she has all the reading that a woman should have she who conquers only catches a tartar she has uncommon, sense and knowledge for a woman shepherds and ministers are both men silence in love betrays more woe singularity is only pardonable in old age six, or at most seven hours sleep smile, where you cannot strike some complaisance and attention to fools is prudent some men pass their whole time in doing nothing something or other is to be got out of everybody something must be said, but that something must be nothing sooner forgive an injury than an insult sow jealousies among one's enemies spare the persons while you lash the crimes speaking to himself in the glass stamp-act has proved a most pernicious measure stamp-duty, which our colonists absolutely refuse to pay state your difficulties, whenever you have any steady assurance, with seeming modesty studied and elaborate dress of the ugliest women in the world style is the dress of thoughts success turns much more upon manner than matter sure guide is, he who has often gone the road which you want to suspicion of age, no woman, let her be ever so old, ever forgive swearing tacitus take the hue of the company you are with take characters, as they do most things, upon trust take, rather than give, the tone of the company you are in take nothing for granted, upon the bare authority of the author taking up adventitious, proves their want of intrinsic merit talent of hating with good-breeding and loving with prudence talk often, but never long talk sillily upon a subject of other people's talk of natural affection is talking nonsense talking of either your own or other people's domestic affairs tell me whom you live with, and i will tell you who you are tell stories very seldom the longest life is too short for knowledge the present moments are the only ones we are sure of the best have something bad, and something little the worst have something good, and sometimes something great there are many avenues to every man they thought i informed, because i pleased them thin veil of modesty drawn before vanity think to atone by zeal for their want of merit and importance think yourself less well than you are, in order to be quite so thinks himself much worse than he is thoroughly, not superficially those who remarkably affect any one virtue those whom you can make like themselves better three passions that often put honesty to most severe trials timidity and diffidence to be heard with success, you must be heard with pleasure to be pleased one must please to govern mankind, one must not overrate them to seem to have forgotten what one remembers to know people's real sentiments, i trust much more to my eyes to great caution, you can join seeming frankness and openness too like, and too exact a picture of human nature trifle only with triflers; and be serious only with the serious trifles that concern you are not trifles to me trifling parts, with their little jargon trite jokes and loud laughter reduce him to a buffoon truth, but not the whole truth, must be the invariable principle truth leaves no room for compliments unaffected silence upon that subject is the only true medium unguarded frankness unintelligible to his readers, and sometimes to himself unopened, because one title in twenty has been omitted unwilling and forced; it will never please use palliatives when you contradict useful sometimes to see the things which one ought to avoid value of moments, when cast up, is immense vanity, interest, and absurdity, always display vanity, that source of many of our follies warm and young thanks, not old and cold ones water-drinkers can write nothing good we love to be pleased better than to be informed we have many of those useful prejudices in this country we shall be feared, if we do not show that we fear well dressed, not finely dressed what pleases you in others, will in general please them in you what displeases or pleases you in others what you feel pleases you in them what have i done to-day? what is impossible, and what is only difficult whatever pleases you most in others whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well whatever one must do, one should do 'de bonne grace' whatever real merit you have, other people will discover when well dressed for the day think no more of it afterward where one would gain people, remember that nothing is little who takes warning by the fate of others? wife, very often heard indeed, but seldom minded will not so much as hint at our follies will pay very dear for the quarrels and ambition of a few wish you, my dear friend, as many happy new years as you deserve wit may created any admirers but makes few friends witty without satire or commonplace woman like her, who has always pleased, and often been pleased women are the only refiners of the merit of men women choose their favorites more by the ear women are all so far machiavelians words are the dress of thoughts world is taken by the outside of things would not tell what she did not know wrapped up and absorbed in their abstruse speculations writing anything that may deserve to be read writing what may deserve to be read wrongs are often forgiven; but contempt never is yielded commonly without conviction you must be respectable, if you will be respected you had much better hold your tongue than them young people are very apt to overrate both men and things young fellow ought to be wiser than he should seem to be young men are as apt to think themselves wise enough your merit and your manners can alone raise you your character there, whatever it is, will get before you here if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the plain text ebook below and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the entire gutenberg edition of letters to his son ( . mb) http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /lcewk .txt none http://www.ebookforge.net familiar quotations: a collection of passages, phrases, and proverbs traced to their sources in ancient and modern literature by john bartlett. "i have gathered a posie of other men's flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own." ninth edition. boston: little, brown, and company. . _copyright, , , , ,_ by john bartlett. university press: john wilson and son, cambridge, u.s.a. this edition is affectionately inscribed to the memory of the late assistant editor, rezin a. wight. preface. "out of the old fieldes cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere," and out of the fresh woodes cometh al these new flowres here. the small thin volume, the first to bear the title of this collection, after passing through eight editions, each enlarged, now culminates in its ninth,--and with it, closes its tentative life. this extract from the preface of the fourth edition is applicable to the present one:-- "it is not easy to determine in all cases the degree of familiarity that may belong to phrases and sentences which present themselves for admission; for what is familiar to one class of readers may be quite new to another. many maxims of the most famous writers of our language, and numberless curious and happy turns from orators and poets, have knocked at the door, and it was hard to deny them. but to admit these simply on their own merits, without assurance that the general reader would readily recognize them as old friends, was aside from the purpose of this collection. still, it has been thought better to incur the risk of erring on the side of fulness." with the many additions to the english writers, the present edition contains selections from the french, and from the wit and wisdom of the ancients. a few passages have been admitted without a claim to familiarity, but solely on the ground of coincidence of thought. i am under great obligations to m. h. morgan, ph. d., of harvard university, for the translation of marcus aurelius, and for the translation and selections from the greek tragic writers. i am indebted to the kindness of mr. daniel w. wilder, of kansas, for the quotations from pilpay, with contributions from diogenes laertius, montaigne, burton, and pope's homer; to dr. william j. rolfe for quotations from robert browning; to mr. james w. mcintyre for quotations from coleridge, shelley, keats, mrs. browning, robert browning, and tennyson. and i have incurred other obligations to friends for here a little and there a little. it gives me pleasure to acknowledge the great assistance i have received from mr. a. w. stevens, the accomplished reader of the university press, as this work was passing through the press. in withdrawing from this very agreeable pursuit, i beg to offer my sincere thanks to all who have assisted me either in the way of suggestions or by contributions; and especially to those lovers of this subsidiary literature for their kind appreciation of former editions. accepted by scholars as an authoritative book of reference, it has grown with its growth in public estimation with each reissue. of the last two editions forty thousand copies were printed, apart from the english reprints. the present enlargement of text equals three hundred and fifty pages of the previous edition, and the index is increased with upwards of ten thousand lines. cambridge, march, . index of authors. page adams, charles f. adams, john john, _note_ , adams, john quincy , adams, sarah flower addison, joseph ady, thomas Æschines Æschylus agricola, _note_ akenside, mark alanus de insulis, _note_ aldrich, james ali ben taleb allen, elizabeth a. alphonso the wise amelia, princess ames, fisher, _note_ archilochus, _note_ ariosto, _note_ aristides, _note_ aristophanes, _note_ aristotle, _note_ , armstrong, john arnold, matthew arnold, samuel j., _note_ arrianus, _note_ athenÆus avonmore, lord, _note_ bacon, francis bacon, lady anne, _note_ bailey, philip james baillie, joanna bancroft, george, _note_ barbauld, mrs. barÈre, bertrand barham, r. h. barker, theodore l. barnfield, richard barrett, eaton s. barrington, george barrow, isaac, _note_ barry, michael j. basse, william, _note_ baxter, richard bayard, chevalier, _note_ bayle, peter, _note_ bayly, t. haynes beattie, james beaumont and fletcher beaumont, francis beaumont, john, _note_ bee, bernard e. bell, robert, _note_ bellamy, g. w. bellinghausen, von mÜnch bentham, jeremy bentley, richard benton, thomas h. berkeley, bishop berners, juliana, _note_ berry, dorothy, _note_ bertaut, jean, _note_ bertin, mademoiselle, _note_ bettelheim, a. s., _note_ bickerstaff, isaac blacker, colonel blackmore, richard, _note_ blackstone, sir william blair, robert blamire, susanna bland, robert, _note_ bobart, jacob, _note_ bodinus, _note_ bodley, sir thomas boethius, _note_ boileau bolingbroke booth, barton borbonius, _note_ bourdillon, francis w. bracton brainard, john g. c. bramston, james breen, h. h., _note_ brereton, jane breton, nicholas, _note_ bromley, isaac h. brooke, lord brougham, lord lord, _note_ brown, john brown, tom browne, sir thomas browne, william browning, elizabeth b. browning, robert bryant, william cullen brydges, sir s. egerton buffon, _note_ bulfinch, samuel g., _note_ bunn, alfred bunsen, carl josias, _note_ bunyan, john burchard, samuel d. burke, edmund burnet, gilbert, _note_ burns, robert burton, robert bussy de rabutin, _note_ butler, samuel samuel, _note_ byrd, william, _note_ byrom, john byron, lord calhoun, john c. callimachus campbell, lord, _note_ , campbell, thomas camden, william cambronne canning, george carew, thomas carey, henry carlyle, thomas carpenter, joseph e. carruthers, robert, _note_ catinat, marshal, _note_ catullus, _note_ centlivre, susannah cervantes channing, william e. chapman, george charles i., _note_ charron, _note_ chase, salmon p. chaucer, geoffrey cherry, andrew chesterfield, earl of child, lydia maria choate, rufus chorley, henry f. christy, david church, benjamin, _note_ churchill, charles cibber, colley colley, _note_ cicero clarendon, edward hyde clarke, john, _note_ clarke, macdonald clay, henry, _note_ cleveland, grover codrington, christopher, _note_ coke, sir edward coleridge, hartley coleridge, s. taylor s. taylor, _note_ collins, william colman, george colton, c. c. congreve, william constable, henry, _note_ constant, henry b. cook, eliza cooper, j. fenimore, _note_ cornuel, madame, _note_ cotton, nathaniel cowley, abraham cowper, william crabbe, george cranch, christopher p. cranfield, _note_ crashaw, richard crawford, anne cristyne, _note_ crockett, david croker, john w., _note_ cunningham, allan curran, john p. curtius, quintus, _note_ d'abrantes, duc d'abrantes, madame, _note_ dalrymple, sir john, _note_ dance, charles daniel, samuel dante danton, _note_ darwin, charles darwin, erasmus erasmus, _note_ davenant, sir william davie, adam, _note_ davies, scrope davies, sir john davis, jefferson davis, thomas o. de benserade, isaac debrett, john, _note_ decatur, stephen de caux, _note_ deffand, madame du defoe, daniel dekker, thomas de la fertÉ, _note_ de ligne de l'isle, joseph r. demodocus, _note_ de morgan, _note_ demosthenes denham, sir john denman, lord dennis, john de quincey, _note_ dibdin, charles dibdin, thomas dickens, charles dickinson, john dickman, franklin j., _note_ didacus stella, _note_ diogenes laertius dionysius of halicarnassus, _note_ dionysius the elder disraeli, benjamin dix, john a. doddridge, philip dodsley, robert domett, alfred donne, john dowling, bartholomew drake, joseph rodman drayton, michael drennan, william drummond, thomas drummond, william william _note_ dryden, john du bartas dufferin, lady dumas, alexandre duncombe, lewis, _note_ d'urfey, _note_ dwight, timothy dyer, edward dyer, john dyer ---- eastwick, _note_ edgeworth, maria, _note_ edwards, richard edwards, thomas edwin, john elliot, jared elliott, jane ellis, george, _note_ ellis, henry emerson, ralph waldo ralph waldo, _note_ emmet, robert english, thomas dunn epictetus erasmus, _note_ , , , estienne, henri, _note_ euripides euripides, _note_ everett, david everett, edward faber, frederick w. fanshawe, catherine m. farquhar, george fÉnelon, _note_ ferriar, john field, nathaniel fielding, henry finch, francis m. fitz-geffrey, charles, _note_ fletcher, andrew fletcher, julia a. fletcher, john fletcher, phineas, _note_ foote, samuel ford, john fordyce, james fortescue, john fouchÉ, joseph fournier, _note_ fox, charles j., _note_ fox, john, _note_ francis the first franck, richard, _note_ franklin, benjamin franklin, kate freneau, philip frere, j. hookham frothingham, richard, _note_ fuller, thomas thomas, _note_ gage, thomas, _note_ garrick, david garrison, william l. garth, samuel samuel, _note_ gascoigne, george, _note_ gay, john getty, rev. dr., _note_ gibbon, edward gibbons, thomas gifford, richard goethe, wolfgang von goldsmith, oliver oliver, _note_ , googe, barnaby , gorgias, _note_ gosson, stephen, _note_ gower, john, _note_ grafton, richard granger, james, _note_ grant, anne grant, ulysses s. graves, richard richard, _note_ gray, thomas green, matthew greene, albert g. greene, robert, _note_ greswell, _note_ greville, mrs. griffin, gerald gualtier, phillippe, _note_ guarini, _note_ habington, william hakewill, george george, _note_ hale, edward e. haliburton, thomas c. hall, bishop hall, robert halleck, fitz-greene halliwell, james o. james o., _note_ hamilton, alexander, _note_ hammond, j. h. hannah, j., _note_ hare, julius, _note_ harrington, sir john harrison, william harte, francis bret harvey, stephen hawker, robert hawker, robert s., _note_ hayes, edward, _note_ hayes, rutherford b. heath, leonard heber, reginald hegge, robert, _note_ hemans, felicia d. hÉnault, _note_ hendyng, _note_ henry, mathew henry, patrick henshaw, joseph herbert, george herodotus, _note_ , herrick, robert hervey, thomas k. hesiod heywood, john heywood, thomas hill, aaron hill, rowland hippocrates hobbes, thomas hoffman, charles f. holcroft, thomas holland, sir richard holmes, oliver wendell home, john hood, thomas hooker, joseph hooker, richard hooper, ellen sturgis hopkins, charles, _note_ hopkinson, joseph horace horne, bishop horne, richard h. howard, samuel howell, james, _note_ , , howitt, mary hoyle, edmund hume, david david, _note_ , hunt, leigh hurd, richard hurdis, james hutcheson, francis ingram, john k. irving, washington jackson, andrew james, g. p. r. james, paul m. jefferson, thomas jefferys, charles jerrold, douglas johnson, andrew johnson, samuel samuel, _note_ , , jones, sir william jonson, ben juvenal keats, john keble, john kemble, frances anne kemble, j. p. kempis, thomas À ken, thomas kenney, james kenrick, william, _note_ kepler, john key, francis s. key, t. h., _note_ king, william, _note_ kinglake, john a. kingsley, charles knight, charles, _note_ knolles, richard, _note_ knowles, james s. knox, william kotzebue, von la fontaine lamb, charles charles, _note_ landor, walter s. langford, g. w. langhorne, john la rochefoucauld layard, austen h. lee, henry lee, nathaniel leighton, archbishop, _note_ lemon, mark le sage l'estrange, roger leutsch and schneidewin, _note_ ligne, prince de lincoln, abraham linley, george linschoten, hugh van livy, _note_ lloyd, david, _note_ lockhart, john g. john g., _note_ , logan, john logau, friedrich von longfellow, henry w. lovelace, richard lover, samuel lowe, john lowell, james russell lowth, robert lucretius lydgate, 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(_from the text of tyrwhitt._) whanne that april with his shoures sote the droughte of march hath perced to the rote. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ and smale foules maken melodie, that slepen alle night with open eye, so priketh hem nature in hir corages; than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ and of his port as meke as is a mayde. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ he was a veray parfit gentil knight. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ he coude songes make, and wel endite. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ ful wel she sange the service devine, entuned in hire nose ful swetely; and frenche she spake ful fayre and fetisly, after the scole of stratford atte bowe, for frenche of paris was to hire unknowe. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ a clerk ther was of oxenforde also. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ for him was lever han at his beddes hed a twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, of aristotle, and his philosophie, than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie. but all be that he was a philosophre, yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ and gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ nowher so besy a man as he ther n' as, and yet he semed besier than he was. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ his studie was but litel on the bible. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ for gold in phisike is a cordial; therefore he loved gold in special. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ this noble ensample to his shepe he yaf,-- that first he wrought, and afterwards he taught. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ but cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, he taught; but first he folwed it himselve. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ and yet he had a thomb of gold parde.[ - ] _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ who so shall telle a tale after a man, he moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, everich word, if it be in his charge, all speke he never so rudely and so large; or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe, or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe. _canterbury tales. prologue. line ._ for may wol have no slogardie a-night. the seson priketh every gentil herte, and maketh him out of his slepe to sterte. _canterbury tales. the knightes tale. line ._ that field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the knightes tale. line ._ up rose the sonne, and up rose emelie. _canterbury tales. the knightes tale. line ._ min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie. _canterbury tales. the knightes tale. line ._ to maken vertue of necessite.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the knightes tale. line ._ and brought of mighty ale a large quart. _canterbury tales. the milleres tale. line ._ ther n' is no werkman whatever he be, that may both werken wel and hastily.[ - ] this wol be done at leisure parfitly.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the marchantes tale. line ._ yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the reves prologue. line ._ the gretest clerkes ben not the wisest men. _canterbury tales. the reves tale. line ._ so was hire joly whistle wel ywette. _canterbury tales. the reves tale. line ._ in his owen grese i made him frie.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the reves tale. line ._ and for to see, and eek for to be seie.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the wif of bathes prologue. line ._ i hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, that hath but on hole for to sterten to.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the wif of bathes prologue. line ._ loke who that is most vertuous alway, prive and apert, and most entendeth ay to do the gentil dedes that he can, and take him for the gretest gentilman. _canterbury tales. the wif of bathes tale. line ._ that he is gentil that doth gentil dedis.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the wif of bathes tale. line ._ this flour of wifly patience. _canterbury tales. the clerkes tale. part v. line ._ they demen gladly to the badder end. _canterbury tales. the squieres tale. line ._ therefore behoveth him a ful long spone, that shall eat with a fend.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the squieres tale. line ._ fie on possession, but if a man be vertuous withal. _canterbury tales. the frankeleines prologue. line ._ truth is the highest thing that man may keep. _canterbury tales. the frankeleines tale. line ._ full wise is he that can himselven knowe.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the monkes tale. line ._ mordre wol out, that see we day by day.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the nonnes preestes tale. line ._ but all thing which that shineth as the gold ne is no gold, as i have herd it told.[ - ] _canterbury tales. the chanones yemannes tale. line ._ the firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge. _canterbury tales. the manciples tale. line ._ the proverbe saith that many a smale maketh a grate.[ - ] _canterbury tales. persones tale._ of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.[ - ] _troilus and creseide. book ii. line ._ right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake. _troilus and creseide. book ii. line ._ for of fortunes sharpe adversite, the worst kind of infortune is this,-- a man that hath been in prosperite, and it remember whan it passed is. _troilus and creseide. book iii. line ._ he helde about him alway, out of drede, a world of folke. _troilus and creseide. book iii. line ._ one eare it heard, at the other out it went.[ - ] _troilus and creseide. book iv. line ._ eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.[ - ] _troilus and creseide. book iv. line ._ i am right sorry for your heavinesse. _troilus and creseide. book v. line ._ go, little booke! go, my little tragedie! _troilus and creseide. book v. line ._ your duty is, as ferre as i can gesse. _the court of love. line ._ the lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne,[ - ] th' assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering. _the assembly of fowles. line ._ for out of the old fieldes, as men saithe, cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere; and out of old bookes, in good faithe, cometh al this new science that men lere. _the assembly of fowles. line ._ nature, the vicar of the almightie lord. _the assembly of fowles. line ._ o little booke, thou art so unconning, how darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede? _the flower and the leaf. line ._ of all the floures in the mede, than love i most these floures white and rede, soch that men callen daisies in our toun. _prologue of the legend of good women. line ._ that well by reason men it call may the daisie, or els the eye of the day, the emprise, and floure of floures all. _prologue of the legend of good women. line ._ for iii may keep a counsel if twain be away.[ - ] _the ten commandments of love._ footnotes: [ - ] in allusion to the proverb, "every honest miller has a golden thumb." [ - ] fieldes have eies and woodes have eares.--heywood: _proverbes, part ii. chap. v._ wode has erys, felde has sigt.--_king edward and the shepard, ms. circa ._ walls have ears.--hazlitt: _english proverbs, etc._ (_ed. _) _p. ._ [ - ] also in _troilus and cresseide, line ._ to make a virtue of necessity.--shakespeare: _two gentlemen of verona, act iv. sc. ._ matthew henry: _comm. on ps. xxxvii._ dryden: _palamon and arcite._ in the additions of hadrianus julius to the _adages_ of erasmus, he remarks, under the head of _necessitatem edere_, that a very familiar proverb was current among his countrymen,--"necessitatem in virtutem commutare" (to make necessity a virtue). laudem virtutis necessitati damus (we give to necessity the praise of virtue).--quintilian: _inst. orat. i. . ._ [ - ] haste makes waste.--heywood: _proverbs, part i. chap. ii._ nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or exactness of beauty.--plutarch: _life of pericles._ [ - ] e'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.--gray: _elegy, stanza ._ [ - ] frieth in her own grease.--heywood: _proverbs, part i. chap. xi._ [ - ] to see and to be seen.--ben jonson: _epithalamion, st. iii. line ._ goldsmith: _citizen of the world, letter ._ spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsæ (they come to see; they come that they themselves may be seen).--ovid: _the art of love, i. ._ [ - ] consider the little mouse, how sagacious an animal it is which never entrusts his life to one hole only.--plautus: _truculentus, act iv. sc. ._ the mouse that always trusts to one poor hole can never be a mouse of any soul. pope: _paraphrase of the prologue, line ._ [ - ] handsome is that handsome does.--goldsmith: _vicar of wakefield, chap. i._ [ - ] hee must have a long spoon, shall eat with the devill.--heywood: _proverbes, part ii. chap. v._ he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.--shakespeare: _comedy of errors, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] thales was asked what was very difficult; he said, "to know one's self."--diogenes laertius: _thales, ix._ know then thyself, presume not god to scan; the proper study of mankind is man. pope: _epistle ii. line ._ [ - ] murder, though it have no tongue, will speak with most miraculous organ. shakespeare: _hamlet, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] tyrwhitt says this is taken from the _parabolae_ of alanus de insulis, who died in ,--non teneas aurum totum quod splendet ut aurum (do not hold everything as gold which shines like gold). all is not golde that outward shewith bright.--lydgate: _on the mutability of human affairs._ gold all is not that doth golden seem.--spenser: _faerie queene, book ii. canto viii. st. ._ all that glisters is not gold.--shakespeare: _merchant of venice, act ii. sc. ._ googe: _eglogs, etc., ._ herbert: _jacula prudentum._ all is not gold that glisteneth.--middleton: _a fair quarrel, verse ._ all, as they say, that glitters is not gold.--dryden: _the hind and the panther._ que tout n'est pas or c'on voit luire (everything is not gold that one sees shining).--_li diz de freire denise cordelier, circa ._ [ - ] many small make a great.--heywood: _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ [ - ] of two evils the less is always to be chosen.--thomas À kempis: _imitation of christ, book ii. chap. xii._ hooker: _polity, book v. chap. lxxxi._ of two evils i have chose the least.--prior: _imitation of horace._ e duobus malis minimum eligendum (of two evils, the least should be chosen).--erasmus: _adages._ cicero: _de officiis, iii. ._ [ - ] went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.--heywood: _proverbes, part ii. chap. ix._ [ - ] this wonder lasted nine daies.--heywood: _proverbes, part ii. chap. i._ [ - ] ars longa, vita brevis (art is long: life is brief).--hippocrates: _aphorism i._ [ - ] three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.--heywood: _proverbes, part ii. chap. v._ thomas À kempis. - . man proposes, but god disposes.[ - ] _imitation of christ. book i. chap. ._ and when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.[ - ] _imitation of christ. book i. chap. ._ of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.[ - ] _imitation of christ. book iii. chap. ._ footnotes: [ - ] this expression is of much greater antiquity. it appears in the _chronicle of battel abbey, p. _ (lower's translation), and in _the vision of piers ploughman, line _. ed. _ _. a man's heart deviseth his way; but the lord directeth his steps.--_proverbs xvi. ._ [ - ] out of syght, out of mynd.--googe: _eglogs. ._ and out of mind as soon as out of sight. lord brooke: _sonnet lvi._ fer from eze, fer from herte, quoth hendyng. hendyng: _proverbs, mss. circa ._ i do perceive that the old proverbis be not alwaies trew, for i do finde that the absence of my nath. doth breede in me the more continuall remembrance of him.--_anne lady bacon to jane lady cornwallis, ._ on page of _the private correspondence of lady cornwallis_, sir nathaniel bacon speaks of the _owlde proverbe_, "out of sighte, out of mynde." [ - ] see chaucer, page . john fortescue. _circa_ - . moche crye and no wull.[ - ] _de laudibus leg. angliæ. chap. x._ comparisons are odious.[ - ] _de laudibus leg. angliæ. chap. xix._ footnotes: [ - ] all cry and no wool.--butler: _hudibras, part i. canto i. line ._ [ - ] cervantes: _don quixote_ (lockhart's ed.), _part ii. chap. i._ lyly: _euphues, ._ marlowe: _lust's dominion, act iii. sc. ._ burton: _anatomy of melancholy, part iii. sec. ._ thomas heywood: _a woman killed with kindness_ (first ed. in ), _act i. sc. ._ donne: _elegy, viii._ herbert: _jacula prudentum._ grange: _golden aphrodite._ comparisons are odorous.--shakespeare: _much ado about nothing, act iii. sc. ._ john skelton. _circa_ - . there is nothynge that more dyspleaseth god, than from theyr children to spare the rod.[ - ] _magnyfycence. line ._ he ruleth all the roste.[ - ] _why come ye not to courte. line ._ in the spight of his teeth.[ - ] _colyn cloute. line ._ he knew what is what.[ - ] _colyn cloute. line ._ by hoke ne by croke.[ - ] _colyn cloute. line ._ the wolfe from the dore. _colyn cloute. line ._ old proverbe says, that byrd ys not honest that fyleth hys owne nest.[ - ] _poems against garnesche._ footnotes: [ - ] he that spareth the rod hateth his son.--_proverbs xiii. ._ they spare the rod and spoyl the child.--ralph venning: _mysteries and revelations_ (second ed.), _p. . ._ spare the rod and spoil the child.--butler: _hudibras, pt. ii. c. i. l. ._ [ - ] rule the rost.--heywood: _proverbes, part i. chap. v._ her that ruled the rost.--thomas heywood: _history of women._ rules the roast.--jonson, chapman, marston: _eastward ho, act ii. sc. ._ shakespeare: _ henry vi. act i. sc. ._ [ - ] in spite of my teeth.--middleton: _a trick to catch the old one, act i. sc. ._ fielding: _eurydice hissed._ [ - ] he knew what 's what.--butler: _hudibras, part i. canto i. line ._ [ - ] in hope her to attain by hook or crook.--spenser: _faerie queene, book iii. canto i. st. ._ [ - ] it is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.--heywood: _proverbes, part ii. chap. v._ john heywood.[ - ] _circa_ . the loss of wealth is loss of dirt, as sages in all times assert; the happy man 's without a shirt. _be merry friends._ let the world slide,[ - ] let the world go; a fig for care, and a fig for woe! if i can't pay, why i can owe, and death makes equal the high and low. _be merry friends._ all a green willow, willow, all a green willow is my garland. _the green willow._ haste maketh waste. _proverbes. part i. chap. ii._ beware of, had i wist.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. ii._ good to be merie and wise.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. ii._ beaten with his owne rod.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. ii._ look ere ye leape.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. ii._ he that will not when he may, when he would he shall have nay.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ the fat is in the fire.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ when the sunne shineth, make hay. _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ when the iron is hot, strike.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ the tide tarrieth no man.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ than catch and hold while i may, fast binde, fast finde.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ and while i at length debate and beate the bush, there shall steppe in other men and catch the burdes.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ while betweene two stooles my taile goe to the ground.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ so many heads so many wits.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ wedding is destiny, and hanging likewise.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ happy man, happy dole.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iii._ god never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat. _proverbes. part i. chap. iv._ like will to like. _proverbes. part i. chap. iv._ a hard beginning maketh a good ending. _proverbes. part i. chap. iv._ when the skie falth we shall have larkes.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iv._ more frayd then hurt. _proverbes. part i. chap. iv._ feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. iv._ nothing is impossible to a willing hart. _proverbes. part i. chap. iv._ the wise man sayth, store is no sore. _proverbes. part i. chap. v._ let the world wagge,[ - ] and take mine ease in myne inne.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. v._ rule the rost.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. v._ hold their noses to grinstone.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. v._ better to give then to take.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. v._ when all candles bee out, all cats be gray. _proverbes. part i. chap. v._ no man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. v._ i perfectly feele even at my fingers end.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. vi._ a sleveless errand.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. vii._ we both be at our wittes end.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. viii._ reckeners without their host must recken twice. _proverbes. part i. chap. viii._ a day after the faire.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. viii._ cut my cote after my cloth.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. viii._ the neer to the church, the further from god.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. ix._ now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after me. _proverbes. part i. chap. ix._ better is to bow then breake.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. ix._ it hurteth not the toung to give faire words.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. ix._ two heads are better then one. _proverbes. part i. chap. ix._ a short horse is soone currid.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ to tell tales out of schoole. _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ to hold with the hare and run with the hound.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ she is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ all is well that endes well.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ of a good beginning cometh a good end.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ shee had seene far in a milstone.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ better late than never.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ when the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ pryde will have a fall; for pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ she looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ the still sowe eats up all the draffe.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ ill weede growth fast.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ it is a deere collop that is cut out of th' owne flesh.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ beggars should be no choosers.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. x._ every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ the rolling stone never gathereth mosse.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ to robbe peter and pay poule.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ a man may well bring a horse to the water, but he cannot make him drinke without he will. _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ the cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ while the grasse groweth the horse starveth.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ rome was not built in one day. _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ yee have many strings to your bowe.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ many small make a great.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe. _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ better is halfe a lofe than no bread. _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ nought venter nought have.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ children and fooles cannot lye.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ set all at sixe and seven.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ all is fish that comth to net.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife?[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ one good turne asketh another. _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ by hooke or crooke.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ she frieth in her owne grease.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote. _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ i pray thee let me and my fellow have a haire of the dog that bit us last night.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ but in deede, a friend is never knowne till a man have neede. _proverbes. part i. chap. xi._ this wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. i._ new brome swepth cleene.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. i._ all thing is the woorse for the wearing. _proverbes. part ii. chap. i._ burnt child fire dredth.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ii._ all is not gospell that thou doest speake.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ii._ love me litle, love me long.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ii._ a fooles bolt is soone shot.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. iii._ a woman hath nine lives like a cat.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. iv._ a peny for your thought.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. iv._ you stand in your owne light. _proverbes. part ii. chap. iv._ though chaunge be no robbry. _proverbes. part ii. chap. iv._ might have gone further and have fared worse. _proverbes. part ii. chap. iv._ the grey mare is the better horse.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. iv._ three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ small pitchers have wyde eares.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ many hands make light warke. _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ the greatest clerkes be not the wisest men.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ out of gods blessing into the warme sunne.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ there is no fire without some smoke.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ one swallow maketh not summer.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ fieldes have eies and woods have eares.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ a cat may looke on a king. _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ it is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ have yee him on the hip.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ it had need to bee a wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ time trieth troth in every doubt.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ mad as a march hare.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ much water goeth by the mill that the miller knoweth not of.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. v._ he must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. vii._ set the cart before the horse.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. vii._ the moe the merrier.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. vii._ to th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. vii._ it is better to be an old man's derling than a yong man's werling. _proverbes. part ii. chap. vii._ be the day never so long, evermore at last they ring to evensong.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. vii._ the moone is made of a greene cheese.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. vii._ i know on which side my bread is buttred. _proverbes. part ii. chap. vii._ it will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. viii._ who is so deafe or so blinde as is hee that wilfully will neither heare nor see?[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ix._ the wrong sow by th' eare.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ix._ went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ix._ love me, love my dog.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ix._ an ill winde that bloweth no man to good.[ - ] _proverbes. part i. chap. ix._ for when i gave you an inch, you tooke an ell.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ix._ would yee both eat your cake and have your cake?[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ix._ every man for himselfe and god for us all.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ix._ though he love not to buy the pig in the poke.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. ix._ this hitteth the naile on the hed.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. xi._ enough is as good as a feast.[ - ] _proverbes. part ii. chap. xi._ footnotes: [ - ] the _proverbes_ of john heywood is the earliest collection of english colloquial sayings. it was first printed in . the title of the edition of is, _john heywoodes woorkes. a dialogue conteyning the number of the effectuall proverbes in the english tounge, compact in a matter concernynge two maner of maryages_, etc. the selection here given is from the edition of (a reprint of ), edited by julian sharman. [ - ] let the world slide.--_towneley mysteries, p. _ ( ). shakespeare: _taming of the shrew, induc. ._ beaumont and fletcher: _wit without money, act v. sc. ._ [ - ] a common exclamation of regret occurring in spenser, harrington, and the older writers. an earlier instance of the phrase occurs in the _towneley mysteries_. [ - ] 't is good to be merry and wise.--jonson, chapman, marston: _eastward ho, act i. sc. ._ burns: _here 's a health to them that 's awa'._ [ - ] don fust c'on kint souvent est-on batu. (by his own stick the prudent one is often beaten.) _roman du renart, circa ._ [ - ] look ere thou leap.--in _tottel's miscellany, _; and in tusser's _five hundred points of good husbandry. of wiving and thriving. ._ thou shouldst have looked before thou hadst leapt.--jonson, chapman, marston: _eastward ho, act v. sc. ._ look before you ere you leap.--butler: _hudibras, pt. ii. c. ii. l. ._ [ - ] he that will not when he may, when he will he shall have nay. burton: _anatomy of melancholy, pt. iii. sec. , mem. , subs. ._ he that wold not when he might, he shall not when he wolda. _the baffled knight._ percy: _reliques_. [ - ] all the fatt 's in the fire.--marston: _what you will. ._ [ - ] you should hammer your iron when it is glowing hot.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ strike whilst the iron is hot.--rabelais: _book ii. chap. xxxi._ webster: _westward hoe._ _tom a'lincolne._ farquhar: _the beaux' stratagem, iv. ._ [ - ] hoist up saile while gale doth last, tide and wind stay no man's pleasure. robert southwell: _st. peter's complaint. ._ nae man can tether time or tide.--burns: _tam o' shanter._ [ - ] fast bind, fast find; a proverb never stale in thrifty mind. shakespeare: _merchant of venice, act ii. sc. ._ also in _jests of scogin. ._ [ - ] it is this proverb which henry v. is reported to have uttered at the siege of orleans. "shall i beat the bush and another take the bird?" said king henry. [ - ] entre deux arcouns chet cul à terre (between two stools one sits on the ground).--_les proverbes del vilain, ms. bodleian. circa ._ s'asseoir entre deux selles le cul à terre (one falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools).--rabelais: _book i. chap. ii._ [ - ] as many men, so many minds.--terence: _phormio, ii. ._ as the saying is, so many heades, so many wittes.--queen elizabeth: _godly meditacyon of the christian sowle. ._ so many men so many mindes.--gascoigne: _glass of government._ [ - ] hanging and wiving go by destiny.--_the schole-hous for women. ._ shakespeare: _merchant of venice, act . sc. ._ marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.--burton: _anatomy of melancholy, part iii. sec. , mem. , subs. ._ [ - ] happy man be his dole--shakespeare: _merry wives, act iii. sc. _; _winter's tale, act i. sc. _. butler: _hudibras, part i. canto iii. line ._ [ - ] si les nues tomboyent esperoyt prendre les alouettes (if the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks).--rabelais: _book i. chap. xi._ [ - ] to cast beyond the moon, is a phrase in frequent use by the old writers. lyly: _euphues, p. ._ thomas heywood: _a woman killed with kindness._ [ - ] let the world slide.--shakespeare: _taming of the shrew, ind. _; and, let the world slip, _ind. _. [ - ] shall i not take mine ease in mine inn?--shakespeare: _ henry iv. act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] see skelton, page . shakespeare: _ henry vi. act i. sc. ._ thomas heywood: _history of women._ [ - ] hold their noses to the grindstone.--middleton: _blurt, master-constable, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] it is more blessed to give than to receive.--_john xx. ._ [ - ] this proverb occurs in rabelais, book i. chap. xi.; in _vulgaria stambrigi, circa _; in butler, part i. canto i. line . archbishop trench says this proverb is certainly as old as jerome of the fourth century, who, when some found fault with certain writings of his, replied that they were free-will offerings, and that it did not behove to look a gift horse in the mouth. [ - ] rabelais: _book iv. chap. liv._ at my fingers' ends.--shakespeare: _twelfth night, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] the origin of the word "sleveless," in the sense of unprofitable, has defied the most careful research. it is frequently found allied to other substantives. bishop hall speaks of the "sleveless tale of transubstantiation," and milton writes of a "sleveless reason." chaucer uses it in the _testament of love_.--sharman. [ - ] at their wit's end.--_psalm cvii. ._ [ - ] thomas heywood: _if you know not me, etc., ._ tarlton: _jests, ._ [ - ] a relic of the sumptuary laws. one of the earliest instances occurs, , in the interlude of _godly queene hester_. [ - ] qui est près de l'église est souvent loin de dieu (he who is near the church is often far from god).--_les proverbes communs. circa ._ [ - ] rather to bowe than breke is profitable; humylite is a thing commendable. _the morale proverbs of cristyne_; translated from the french ( ) by earl rivers, and printed by caxton in . [ - ] fair words never hurt the tongue.--jonson, chapman, marston: _eastward ho, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] fletcher: _valentinian, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] humphrey robert: _complaint for reformation, ._ lyly: _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _p. _. [ - ] neither fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.--sir h. sheres: _satyr on the sea officers._ tom brown: _Æneus sylvius's letter._ dryden: _epilogue to the duke of guise._ [ - ] si finis bonus est, totum bonum erit (if the end be well, all will be well).--_gestæ romanorum. tale lxvii._ [ - ] who that well his warke beginneth, the rather a good ende he winneth. gower: _confessio amantis._ [ - ] lyly: _euphues_ (arber's reprint), _p. _. [ - ] tusser: _five hundred points of good husbandry, an habitation enforced._ bunyan: _pilgrim's progress._ mathew henry: _commentaries, matthew xxi._ murphy: _the school for guardians._ potius sero quam nunquam (rather late than never).--livy: _iv. ii. ._ [ - ] quant le cheval est emblé dounke ferme fols l'estable (when the horse has been stolen, the fool shuts the stable).--_les proverbes del vilain._ [ - ] pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.--_proverbs xvi. ._ pryde goeth before, and shame cometh behynde.--_treatise of a gallant. circa ._ [ - ] she looks as if butter would not melt in her mouth.--swift: _polite conversation._ [ - ] 't is old, but true, still swine eat all the draff.--shakespeare: _merry wives of windsor, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] ewyl weed ys sone y-growe.--_ms. harleian, circa ._ an ill weed grows apace.--chapman: _an humorous day's mirth._ great weeds do grow apace.--shakespeare: _richard iii. act ii. sc. ._ beaumont and fletcher: _the coxcomb, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] god knows thou art a collop of my flesh.--shakespeare: _ henry vi. act v. sc. ._ [ - ] beggars must be no choosers.--beaumont and fletcher: _the scornful lady, act v. sc. ._ [ - ] Þet coc is kene on his owne mixenne.--_Þe ancren riwle. circa ._ [ - ] the stone that is rolling can gather no moss.--tusser: _five hundred points of good husbandry._ a rolling stone gathers no moss.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ gosson: _ephemerides of phialo._ marston: _the fawn._ pierre volage ne queult mousse (a rolling stone gathers no moss).--_de l'hermite qui se désespéra pour le larron que ala en paradis avant que lui_, th century. [ - ] to rob peter and pay paul is said to have derived its origin when, in the reign of edward vi., the lands of st. peter at westminster were appropriated to raise money for the repair of st. paul's in london. [ - ] you know that love will creep in service when it cannot go. shakespeare: _two gentlemen of verona, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] shakespeare alludes to this proverb in _macbeth_:-- letting i dare not wait upon i would, like the poor cat i' the adage. cat lufat visch, ac he nele his feth wete.--_ms. trinity college, cambridge, circa ._ [ - ] whylst grass doth grow, oft sterves the seely steede.--whetstone: _promos and cassandra. ._ while the grass grows-- the proverb is something musty. shakespeare: _hamlet, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] an earlier instance occurs in heywood, in his "dialogue on wit and folly," _circa_ . [ - ] two strings to his bow.--hooker: _polity, book v. chap. lxxx._ chapman: _d'ambois, act ii. sc. ._ butler: _hudibras, part iii. canto i. line ._ churchill: _the ghost, book iv._ fielding: _love in several masques, sc. ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] naught venture naught have.--tusser: _five hundred points of good husbandry. october abstract._ [ - ] 't is an old saw, children and fooles speake true.--lyly: _endymion._ [ - ] set all on sex and seven.--chaucer: _troilus and cresseide, book iv. line _; also _towneley mysteries_. at six and seven.--shakespeare: _richard ii. act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] all 's fish they get that cometh to net.--tusser: _five hundred points of good husbandry. february abstract._ where all is fish that cometh to net.--gascoigne: _steele glas. ._ [ - ] him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.--burton: _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ [ - ] this phrase derives its origin from the custom of certain manors where tenants are authorized to take fire-bote _by hook or by crook_; that is, so much of the underwood as many be cut with a crook, and so much of the loose timber as may be collected from the boughs by means of a hook. one of the earliest citations of this proverb occurs in john wycliffe's _controversial tracts, circa _.--see skelton, page . rabelais: _book v. chap. xiii._ du bartas: _the map of man._ spenser: _faerie queene, book iii. canto i. st. ._ beaumont and fletcher: _women pleased, act. i. sc. ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] in old receipt books we find it invariably advised that an inebriate should drink sparingly in the morning some of the same liquor which he had drunk to excess over-night. [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] ah, well i wot that a new broome sweepeth cleane--lyly: _euphues_ (arber's reprint), _p. ._ [ - ] brend child fur dredth, quoth hendyng. _proverbs of hendyng. mss._ a burnt child dreadeth the fire.--lyly: _euphues_ (arber's reprint), _p. ._ [ - ] you do not speak gospel.--rabelais: _book i. chap. xiii._ [ - ] marlowe: _jew of malta, act iv. sc. ._ bacon: _formularies._ [ - ] sottes bolt is sone shote.--_proverbs of hendyng. mss._ [ - ] it has been the providence of nature to give this creature nine lives instead of one.--pilpay: _the greedy and ambitious cat, fable iii._ b. c. [ - ] lyly: _euphues_ (arber's reprint), _p. ._ [ - ] _pryde and abuse of women. . the marriage of true wit and science._ butler: _hudibras, part ii. canto i. line ._ fielding: _the grub street opera, act ii. sc. ._ prior: _epilogue to lucius._ lord macaulay (_history of england, vol. i. chap. iii._) thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to the gray mares of flanders over the finest coach-horses of england. macaulay, however, is writing of the latter half of the seventeenth century, while the proverb was used a century earlier. [ - ] see chaucer, page . two may keep counsel when the third 's away.--shakespeare: _titus andronicus, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] pitchers have ears.--shakespeare: _richard iii. act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] thou shalt come out of a warme sunne into gods blessing.--lyly: _euphues._ thou out of heaven's benediction comest to the warm sun. shakespeare: _lear, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] ther can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.--lyly: _euphues_ (arber's reprint), _p. ._ [ - ] one swallowe prouveth not that summer is neare.--northbrooke: _treatise against dancing. ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see skelton, page . [ - ] i have thee on the hip.--shakespeare: _merchant of venice, act iv. sc. ; othello, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] a hardy mouse that is bold to breede in cattis eeris. _order of foles. ms. circa ._ [ - ] the same in _don quixote_ (lockhart's ed.), _part i. book iii. chap. iv._ bunyan: _pilgrim's progress._ fletcher: _the wild-goose chase, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] time trieth truth.--_tottel's miscellany, reprint , p. ._ time tries the troth in everything.--tusser: _five hundred points of good husbandry. author's epistle, chap. i._ [ - ] i saye, thou madde march hare.--skelton: _replycation against certayne yong scolers._ [ - ] more water glideth by the mill than wots the miller of. shakespeare: _titus andronicus, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] an earlier instance of this proverb occurs in heywood's _johan the husbande. ._ he must needs go whom the devil drives.--shakespeare: _all's well that ends well, act i. sc. ._ cervantes: _don quixote, part i. book iv. chap. iv._ gosson: _ephemerides of phialo._ peele: _edward i._ [ - ] others set carts before the horses.--rabelais: _book v. chap. xxii._ [ - ] gascoigne: _roses, ._ _title of a book of epigrams, ._ beaumont and fletcher: _the scornful lady, act i. sc. _; _the sea voyage, act i. sc. _. [ - ] to the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast.--shakespeare: _ henry iv. act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] be the day short or never so long, at length it ringeth to even song. quoted at the stake by george tankerfield ( ). fox: _book of martyrs, chap. vii. p. ._ [ - ] _jack jugler, p. ._ rabelais: _book i. chap. xi._ blackloch: _hatchet of heresies, ._ butler: _hudibras, part ii. canto iii. line ._ [ - ] what is bred in the bone will never come out of the flesh.--pilpay: _the two fishermen, fable xiv._ it will never out of the flesh that 's bred in the bone.--jonson: _every man in his humour, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] none so deaf as those that will not hear.--mathew henry: _commentaries. psalm lviii._ [ - ] he has the wrong sow by the ear.--jonson: _every man in his humour, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] chapman: _widow's tears, ._ a proverb in the time of saint bernard was, qui me amat, amet et canem meum (who loves me will love my dog also).--_sermo primus._ thomas tusser. _circa_ - . god sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.[ - ] _five hundred points of good husbandry._ except wind stands as never it stood, it is an ill wind turns none to good. _five hundred points of good husbandry. a description of the properties of wind._ at christmas play and make good cheer, for christmas comes but once a year. _five hundred points of good husbandry. the farmer's daily diet._ such, mistress, such nan, such master, such man.[ - ] _five hundred points of good husbandry. april's abstract._ who goeth a borrowing goeth a sorrowing. _five hundred points of good husbandry. june's abstract._ 't is merry in hall where beards wag all.[ - ] _five hundred points of good husbandry. august's abstract._ naught venture naught have.[ - ] _five hundred points of good husbandry. october's abstract._ dry sun, dry wind; safe bind, safe find.[ - ] _five hundred points of good husbandry. washing._ footnotes: [ - ] _falstaff._ what wind blew you hither, pistol? _pistol._ not the ill wind which blows no man to good. shakespeare: _ henry iv. act v. sc. ._ [ - ] give an inch, he 'll take an ell.--webster: _sir thomas wyatt._ [ - ] wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?--herbert: _the size._ [ - ] every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.--burton: _anatomy of melancholy, part iii. sec. i. mem. iii._ [ - ] for buying or selling of pig in a poke.--tusser: _five hundred points of good husbandry. september abstract._ [ - ] you have there hit the nail on the head.--rabelais: _bk. iii. ch. xxxi._ [ - ] _dives and pauper, ._ gascoigne: _poesies, ._ pope: _horace, book i. ep. vii. line ._ fielding: _covent garden tragedy, act v. sc. ._ bickerstaff: _love in a village, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] god sends meat, and the devil sends cooks.--john taylor: _works, vol. ii. p. _ ( ). ray: _proverbs._ garrick: _epigram on goldsmith's retaliation._ [ - ] on the authority of m. cimber, of the bibliothèque royale, we owe this proverb to chevalier bayard: "tel maître, tel valet." [ - ] merry swithe it is in halle, when the beards waveth alle. _life of alexander, ._ this has been wrongly attributed to adam davie. there the line runs,-- swithe mury hit is in halle, when burdes waiven alle. [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . shakespeare: _merchant of venice, act ii. sc. ._ richard edwards. _circa_ - . the fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.[ - ] _the paradise of dainty devices._ footnotes: [ - ] the anger of lovers renews the strength of love.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection.--lyly: _euphues._ the falling out of lovers is the renewing of love.--burton: _anatomy of melancholy, part iii. sec. ._ amantium iræ amoris integratiost (the quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love).--terence: _andria, act iii. sc. ._ edward dyer. _circa_ - . my mind to me a kingdom is; such present joys therein i find, that it excels all other bliss that earth affords or grows by kind: though much i want which most would have, yet still my mind forbids to crave. _ms. rawl. , p. ._[ - ] some have too much, yet still do crave; i little have, and seek no more: they are but poor, though much they have, and i am rich with little store: they poor, i rich; they beg, i give; they lack, i have; they pine, i live. _ms. rawl. , p. ._ footnotes: [ - ] there is a very similar but anonymous copy in the british museum. additional ms. , p. . and there is an imitation in j. sylvester's works, p. .--hannah: _courtly poets._ my mind to me a kingdom is; such perfect joy therein i find, as far exceeds all earthly bliss that god and nature hath assigned. though much i want that most would have, yet still my mind forbids to crave. byrd: _psalmes, sonnets, etc. ._ my mind to me an empire is, while grace affordeth health. robert southwell ( - ): _loo home._ mens regnum bona possidet (a good mind possesses a kingdom).--seneca: _thyestes, ii. ._ bishop still (john). - . i cannot eat but little meat, my stomach is not good; but sure i think that i can drink with him that wears a hood. _gammer gurton's needle._[ - ] _act ii._ back and side go bare, go bare, both foot and hand go cold; but, belly, god send thee good ale enough, whether it be new or old. _gammer gurton's needle. act ii._ footnotes: [ - ] stated by dyce to be from a ms. of older date than _gammer gurton's needle_. see skelton's works (dyce's ed.), vol. i. pp. vii-x, _note_. thomas sternhold. _circa_ . the lord descended from above and bow'd the heavens high; and underneath his feet he cast the darkness of the sky. on cherubs and on cherubims full royally he rode; and on the wings of all the winds came flying all abroad. _a metrical version of psalm civ._ mathew roydon. _circa_ . a sweet attractive kinde of grace, a full assurance given by lookes, continuall comfort in a face the lineaments of gospell bookes. _an elegie; or friend's passion for his astrophill._[ - ] was never eie did see that face, was never eare did heare that tong, was never minde did minde his grace, that ever thought the travell long; but eies and eares and ev'ry thought were with his sweete perfections caught. _an elegie; or friend's passion for his astrophill._ footnotes: [ - ] this piece (ascribed to spenser) was printed in _the phoenix' nest, to, _, where it is anonymous. todd has shown that it was written by mathew roydon. sir edward coke. - . the gladsome light of jurisprudence. _first institute._ reason is the life of the law; nay, the common law itself is nothing else but reason. . . . the law, which is perfection of reason.[ - ] _first institute._ for a man's house is his castle, _et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium_.[ - ] _third institute. page ._ the house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence as for his repose. _semayne's case, rep. ._ they (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls. _case of sutton's hospital, rep. ._ magna charta is such a fellow that he will have no sovereign. _debate in the commons, may , ._ six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix.[ - ] translation of lines quoted by coke. footnotes: [ - ] let us consider the reason of the case. for nothing is law that is not reason.--sir john powell: _coggs_ vs. _bernard, ld. raym. rep. p. ._ [ - ] _pandects, lib. ii. tit. iv. de in jus vocando._ [ - ] seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven; ten to the world allot, and all to heaven. sir william jones. george peele. - . his golden locks time hath to silver turned; o time too swift! oh swiftness never ceasing! his youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, but spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing. _sonnet. polyhymnia._ his helmet now shall make a hive for bees, and lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms; a man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, and feed on prayers, which are old age's alms. _sonnet. polyhymnia._ my merry, merry, merry roundelay concludes with cupid's curse: they that do change old love for new, pray gods, they change for worse! _cupid's curse._ sir walter raleigh. - . if all the world and love were young, and truth in every shepherd's tongue, these pretty pleasures might me move to live with thee, and be thy love. _the nymph's reply to the passionate shepherd._ fain would i, but i dare not; i dare, and yet i may not; i may, although i care not, for pleasure when i play not. _fain would i._ passions are likened best to floods and streams: the shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.[ - ] _the silent lover._ silence in love bewrays more woe than words, though ne'er so witty: a beggar that is dumb, you know, may challenge double pity. _the silent lover._ go, soul, the body's guest, upon a thankless arrant: fear not to touch the best, the truth shall be thy warrant: go, since i needs must die, and give the world the lie. _the lie._ methought i saw the grave where laura lay.[ - ] _verses to edmund spenser._ cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout, rather than live in snuff, will be put out. _on the snuff of a candle the night before he died._--raleigh's _remains, p. , ed. ._ even such is time, that takes in trust our youth, our joys, our all we have, and pays us but with age and dust; who in the dark and silent grave, when we have wandered all our ways, shuts up the story of our days. but from this earth, this grave, this dust, my god shall raise me up, i trust! _written the night before his death.--found in his bible in the gate-house at westminster._ shall i, like an hermit, dwell on a rock or in a cell? _poem._ if she undervalue me, what care i how fair she be?[ - ] _poem._ if she seem not chaste to me, what care i how chaste she be? _poem._ fain would i climb, yet fear i to fall.[ - ] [history] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over. _historie of the world. preface._ o eloquent, just, and mightie death! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. thou hast drawne together all the farre stretchèd greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, _hic jacet!_ _historie of the world. book v. part ._ footnotes: [ - ] altissima quæque flumina minimo sono labi (the deepest rivers flow with the least sound).--q. curtius, vii. . . smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.--shakespeare: _ henry vi. act iii. sc. i._ [ - ] methought i saw my late espoused saint.--milton: _sonnet_ xxiii. methought i saw the footsteps of a throne.--wordsworth: _sonnet._ [ - ] if she be not so to me, what care i how fair she be? george wither: _the shepherd's resolution._ [ - ] written in a glass window obvious to the queen's eye. "her majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, 'if thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'"--fuller: _worthies of england, vol. i. p. ._ edmund spenser. - . fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my song.[ - ] _faerie queene. introduction. st. ._ a gentle knight was pricking on the plaine. _faerie queene. book i. canto i. st. ._ o happy earth, whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread! _faerie queene. book i. canto i. st. ._ the noblest mind the best contentment has. _faerie queene. book i. canto i. st. ._ a bold bad man.[ - ] _faerie queene. book i. canto i. st. ._ her angels face, as the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, and made a sunshine in the shady place. _faerie queene. book i. canto iii. st. ._ ay me, how many perils doe enfold the righteous man, to make him daily fall![ - ] _faerie queene. book i. canto viii. st. ._ as when in cymbrian plaine an heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, doe for the milky mothers want complaine,[ - ] and fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing. _faerie queene. book i. canto viii. st. ._ entire affection hateth nicer hands. _faerie queene. book i. canto viii. st. ._ that darksome cave they enter, where they find that cursed man, low sitting on the ground, musing full sadly in his sullein mind. _faerie queene. book i. canto ix. st. ._ no daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, no arborett with painted blossoms drest and smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd to bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd. _faerie queene. book ii. canto vi. st. ._ and is there care in heaven? and is there love in heavenly spirits to these creatures bace? _faerie queene. book ii. canto viii. st. ._ how oft do they their silver bowers leave to come to succour us that succour want! _faerie queene. book ii. canto viii. st. ._ eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound. _faerie queene. book ii. canto xii. st. ._ through thick and thin, both over bank and bush,[ - ] in hope her to attain by hook or crook.[ - ] _faerie queene. book iii. canto i. st. ._ her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,[ - ] and her conception of the joyous prime. _faerie queene. book iii. canto vi. st. ._ roses red and violets blew, and all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew. _faerie queene. book iii. canto vi. st. ._ be bolde, be bolde, and everywhere, be bold.[ - ] _faerie queene. book iii. canto xi. st. ._ dan chaucer, well of english undefyled, on fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. _faerie queene. book iv. canto ii. st. ._ for all that nature by her mother-wit[ - ] could frame in earth. _faerie queene. book iv. canto x. st. ._ ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. _faerie queene. book v. canto ii. st. ._ who will not mercie unto others show, how can he mercy ever hope to have?[ - ] _faerie queene. book v. canto ii. st. ._ the gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne; for a man by nothing is so well bewrayed as by his manners. _faerie queene. book vi. canto iii. st. ._ for we by conquest, of our soveraine might, and by eternall doome of fate's decree, have wonne the empire of the heavens bright. _faerie queene. book vii. canto xi. st. ._ for of the soule the bodie forme doth take; for soule is forme, and doth the bodie make. _an hymne in honour of beautie. line ._ for all that faire is, is by nature good;[ - ] that is a signe to know the gentle blood. _an hymne in honour of beautie. line ._ to kerke the narre from god more farre,[ - ] has bene an old-sayd sawe; and he that strives to touche a starre oft stombles at a strawe. _the shepheardes calender. july. line ._ full little knowest thou that hast not tride, what hell it is in suing long to bide: to loose good dayes, that might be better spent; to wast long nights in pensive discontent; to speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; to feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow. . . . . . . . . . to fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; to eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;[ - ] to fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, to spend, to give, to want, to be undonne. unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end, that doth his life in so long tendance spend! _mother hubberds tale. line ._ what more felicitie can fall to creature than to enjoy delight with libertie, and to be lord of all the workes of nature, to raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie, to feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature. _muiopotmos: or, the fate of the butterflie. line ._ i hate the day, because it lendeth light to see all things, but not my love to see. _daphnaida, v. ._ tell her the joyous time will not be staid, unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.[ - ] _amoretti, lxx._ i was promised on a time to have reason for my rhyme; from that time unto this season, i received nor rhyme nor reason.[ - ] _lines on his promised pension._[ - ] behold, whiles she before the altar stands, hearing the holy priest that to her speakes, and blesseth her with his two happy hands. _epithalamion. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] and moralized his song.--pope: _epistle to arbuthnot. line ._ [ - ] this bold bad man.--shakespeare: _henry viii. act ii. sc. ._ massinger: _a new way to pay old debts, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] ay me! what perils do environ the man that meddles with cold iron! butler: _hudibras, part i. canto iii. line ._ [ - ] "milky mothers,"--pope: _the dunciad, book ii. line ._ scott: _the monastery, chap. xxviii._ [ - ] through thick and thin.--drayton: _nymphidiæ._ middleton: _the roaring girl, act iv. sc. ._ kemp: _nine days' wonder._ butler: _hudibras, part i. canto ii. line ._ dryden: _absalom and achitophel, part ii. line ._ pope: _dunciad, book ii._ cowper: _john gilpin._ [ - ] see skelton, page . [ - ] the dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.--_psalm cx. , book of common prayer._ [ - ] de l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace (boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness).--danton: _speech in the legislative assembly, ._ [ - ] mother wit.--marlowe: _prologue to tamberlaine the great, part i._ middleton: _your five gallants, act i. sc. ._ shakespeare: _taming of the shrew, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.--_matthew v. ._ [ - ] the hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.--shakespeare: _measure for measure, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares.--plutarch: _of the training of children._ but suffered idleness to eat his heart away. bryant: _homer's iliad, book i. line ._ [ - ] take time by the forelock.--thales (of miletus). - b. c. [ - ] rhyme nor reason.--_pierre patelin_, quoted by tyndale in . _farce du vendeur des lieures_, sixteenth century. peele: _edward i._ shakespeare: _as you like it, act iii. sc. ; merry wives of windsor, act v. sc. ; comedy of errors, act ii. sc. ._ sir thomas more advised an author, who had sent him his manuscript to read, "to put it in rhyme." which being done, sir thomas said, "yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before it was neither rhyme nor reason." [ - ] fuller: _worthies of england, vol. ii. p. ._ richard hooker. - . of law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of god, her voice the harmony of the world. all things in heaven and earth do her homage,--the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power. _ecclesiastical polity. book i._ that to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's misery. _ecclesiastical polity. book i._ john lyly. _circa_ - . cupid and my campaspe play'd at cards for kisses: cupid paid. he stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, his mother's doves, and team of sparrows: loses them too. then down he throws the coral of his lip, the rose growing on 's cheek (but none knows how); with these, the crystal of his brow, and then the dimple on his chin: all these did my campaspe win. at last he set her both his eyes: she won, and cupid blind did rise. o love! has she done this to thee? what shall, alas! become of me? _cupid and campaspe. act iii. sc. ._ how at heaven's gates she claps her wings, the morne not waking til she sings.[ - ] _cupid and campaspe. act v. sc. ._ be valyaunt, but not too venturous. let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.[ - ] _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ though the camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.[ - ] _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ the finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone. _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ i cast before the moone.[ - ] _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ it seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.[ - ] _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ the soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble;[ - ] many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.[ - ] _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ he reckoneth without his hostesse.[ - ] love knoweth no lawes. _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ did not jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of amphitrio to embrace alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy leda; into a bull to beguile io; into a showre of gold to win danae?[ - ] _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ lette me stande to the maine chance.[ - ] _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ i mean not to run with the hare and holde with the hounde.[ - ] _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ it is a world to see.[ - ] _euphues, _ (arber's reprint), _page ._ there can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.[ - ] _euphues and his euphoebus, page ._ a clere conscience is a sure carde.[ - ] _euphues, page ._ as lyke as one pease is to another. _euphues, page ._ goe to bed with the lambe, and rise with the larke.[ - ] _euphues and his england, page ._ a comely olde man as busie as a bee. _euphues and his england, page ._ maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate. _euphues and his england, page ._ where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.[ - ] _euphues and his england, page ._ your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a milstone, but cleane through the minde. _euphues and his england, page ._ i am glad that my adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head. _euphues and his england, page ._ a rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.[ - ] _euphues and his england, page ._ footnotes: [ - ] hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, and phoebus 'gins arise. shakespeare: _cymbeline, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, but not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy. shakespeare: _hamlet, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows.--shakespeare: _ henry iv. act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] a brown study.--swift: _polite conversation._ [ - ] water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow.--plutarch: _of the training of children._ stillicidi casus lapidem cavat (continual dropping wears away a stone). lucretius: _i. ._ [ - ] many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. shakespeare: _ henry vi. act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a bull, a swan, a golden shower, and what not for love.--burton: _anatomy of melancholy, part iii. sec. ii. mem. i. subs. ._ [ - ] the main chance.--shakespeare: _ henry vi. act i. sc. ._ butler: _hudibras, part ii. canto ii._ dryden: _persius, satire vi._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] 't is a world to see.--shakespeare: _taming of the shrew, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] this is a sure card.--_thersytes, circa ._ [ - ] to rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.--breton: _court and country, (reprint, page )._ rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.--hurdis: _the village curate._ [ - ] see raleigh, page . [ - ] the rose is fairest when 't is budding new.--scott: _lady of the lake, canto iii. st. ._ sir philip sidney. - . sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge. _defence of poesy._ he cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner. _defence of poesy._ i never heard the old song of percy and douglas that i found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. _defence of poesy._ high-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.[ - ] _arcadia. book i._ they are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.[ - ] _arcadia. book i._ many-headed multitude.[ - ] _arcadia. book ii._ my dear, my better half. _arcadia. book iii._ fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write.[ - ] _astrophel and stella, i._ have i caught my heav'nly jewel.[ - ] _astrophel and stella, i. second song._ footnotes: [ - ] great thoughts come from the heart.--vauvenargues: _maxim cxxvii._ [ - ] he never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.--fletcher: _love's cure, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] many-headed multitude.--shakespeare: _coriolanus, act ii. sc. ._ this many-headed monster, multitude.--daniel: _history of the civil war, book ii. st. ._ [ - ] look, then, into thine heart and write.--longfellow: _voices of the night. prelude._ [ - ] quoted by shakespeare in _merry wives of windsor_. cyril tourneur. _circa_ . a drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, to suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.[ - ] _the revenger's tragedy. act iii. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] distilled damnation.--robert hall (in gregory's "life of hall"). lord brooke. - . o wearisome condition of humanity! _mustapha. act v. sc. ._ and out of mind as soon as out of sight.[ - ] _sonnet lvi._ footnotes: [ - ] see thomas à kempis, page . george chapman. - . none ever loved but at first sight they loved.[ - ] _the blind beggar of alexandria._ an ill weed grows apace.[ - ] _an humorous day's mirth._ black is a pearl in a woman's eye.[ - ] _an humorous day's mirth._ exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair in that she never studied to be fairer than nature made her; beauty cost her nothing, her virtues were so rare. _all fools. act i. sc. ._ i tell thee love is nature's second sun, causing a spring of virtues where he shines. _all fools. act i. sc. ._ _cornelia._ what flowers are these? _gazetta._ the pansy this. _cor._ oh, that 's for lovers' thoughts.[ - ] _all fools. act ii. sc. ._ fortune, the great commandress of the world, hath divers ways to advance her followers: to some she gives honour without deserving, to other some, deserving without honour.[ - ] _all fools. act v. sc. ._ young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.[ - ] _all fools. act v. sc. ._ virtue is not malicious; wrong done her is righted even when men grant they err. _monsieur d'olive. act i. sc. ._ for one heat, all know, doth drive out another, one passion doth expel another still.[ - ] _monsieur d'olive. act v. sc. ._ let no man value at a little price a virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words. _the gentleman usher. act iv. sc. ._ to put a girdle round about the world.[ - ] _bussy d'ambois. act i. sc. ._ his deeds inimitable, like the sea that shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts nor prints of precedent for poor men's facts. _bussy d'ambois. act i. sc. ._ so our lives in acts exemplary, not only win ourselves good names, but doth to others give matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.[ - ] _bussy d'ambois. act i. sc. ._ who to himself is law no law doth need, offends no law, and is a king indeed. _bussy d'ambois. act ii. sc. ._ each natural agent works but to this end,-- to render that it works on like itself. _bussy d'ambois. act iii. sc. ._ 't is immortality to die aspiring, as if a man were taken quick to heaven. _conspiracy of charles, duke of byron. act i. sc. ._ give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind, even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, and his rapt ship run on her side so low that she drinks water, and her keel plows air. _tragedy of charles, duke of byron. act iii. sc. ._ he is at no end of his actions blest whose ends will make him greatest, and not best. _tragedy of charles, duke of byron. act v. sc. ._ words writ in waters.[ - ] _revenge for honour. act v. sc. ._ they 're only truly great who are truly good.[ - ] _revenge for honour. act v. sc. ._ keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee.[ - ] light gains make heavy purses. 't is good to be merry and wise.[ - ] _eastward ho._[ - ] _act i. sc. ._ make ducks and drakes with shillings. _eastward ho._[ - ] _act i. sc. ._ only a few industrious scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. but as for them, there are no greater friends to englishmen and england, when they are out on 't, in the world, than they are. and for my own part, i would a hundred thousand of them were there [virginia]; for we are all one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here.[ - ] _eastward ho. act iii. sc. ._ enough 's as good as a feast.[ - ] _eastward ho. act iii. sc. ._ fair words never hurt the tongue.[ - ] _eastward ho. act iv. sc. ._ let pride go afore, shame will follow after.[ - ] _eastward ho. act iv. sc. ._ i will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf. _eastward ho. act v. sc. ._ as night the life-inclining stars best shows, so lives obscure the starriest souls disclose. _epilogue to translations._ promise is most given when the least is said. _musæus of hero and leander._ footnotes: [ - ] who ever loved that loved not at first sight?--marlowe: _hero and leander._ i saw and loved.--gibbon: _memoirs, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.--shakespeare: _two gentlemen of verona, act v. sc. ._ [ - ] there is pansies, that 's for thoughts.--shakespeare: _hamlet, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.--shakespeare: _twelfth night, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] quoted by camden as a saying of one dr. metcalf. it is now in many peoples' mouths, and likely to pass into a proverb.--ray: _proverbs_ (bohn ed.), _p. _. [ - ] one fire burns out another's burning, one pain is lessened by another's anguish. shakespeare: _romeo and juliet, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] i 'll put a girdle round about the earth.--shakespeare: _midsummer night's dream, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime. longfellow: _a psalm of life._ [ - ] here lies one whose name was writ in water.--_keats's own epitaph._ [ - ] to be noble we 'll be good.--_winifreda_ (percy's _reliques_). 't is only noble to be good.--tennyson: _lady clara vere de vere, stanza ._ [ - ] the same in franklin's _poor richard_. [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] by chapman, jonson, and marston. [ - ] this is the famous passage that gave offence to james i., and caused the imprisonment of the authors. the leaves containing it were cancelled and reprinted, and it only occurs in a few of the original copies.--richard herne shepherd. [ - ] _dives and pauper_ ( ). gascoigne: _memories_ ( ). fielding: _covent garden tragedy, act ii. sc. ._ bickerstaff: _love in a village, act iii. sc. ._ see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . william warner. - . with that she dasht her on the lippes, so dyed double red: hard was the heart that gave the blow, soft were those lips that bled. _albion's england. book viii. chap. xli. stanza ._ we thinke no greater blisse then such to be as be we would, when blessed none but such as be the same as be they should. _albion's england. book x. chap. lix. stanza ._ sir richard holland. o douglas, o douglas! tendir and trewe. _the buke of the howlat._[ - ] _stanza xxxi._ footnotes: [ - ] the allegorical poem of _the howlat_ was composed about the middle of the fifteenth century. of the personal history of the author no kind of information has been discovered. printed by the bannatyne club, . sir john harrington. - . treason doth never prosper: what 's the reason? why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.[ - ] _epigrams. book iv. ep. ._ footnotes: [ - ] prosperum ac felix scelus virtus vocatur (successful and fortunate crime is called virtue). seneca: _herc. furens, ii. ._ samuel daniel. - . as that the walls worn thin, permit the mind to look out thorough, and his frailty find.[ - ] _history of the civil war. book iv. stanza ._ sacred religion! mother of form and fear. _musophilus. stanza ._ and for the few that only lend their ear, that few is all the world. _musophilus. stanza ._ this is the thing that i was born to do. _musophilus. stanza ._ and who (in time) knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue? to what strange shores this gain of our best glory shall be sent t' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? what worlds in the yet unformed occident may come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?[ - ] _musophilus. stanza ._ unless above himself he can erect himself, how poor a thing is man! _to the countess of cumberland. stanza ._ care-charmer sleep, son of the sable night, brother to death, in silent darkness born. _to delia. sonnet ._ footnotes: [ - ] the soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, lets in new light through chinks that time has made. waller: _verses upon his divine poesy._ [ - ] westward the course of empire takes its way.--berkeley: _on the prospect of planting arts and learning in america._ michael drayton. - . had in him those brave translunary things that the first poets had. (said of marlowe.) _to henry reynolds, of poets and poesy._ for that fine madness still he did retain which rightly should possess a poet's brain. (said of marlowe.) _to henry reynolds, of poets and poesy._ the coast was clear.[ - ] _nymphidia._ when faith is kneeling by his bed of death, and innocence is closing up his eyes, now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, from death to life thou might'st him yet recover. _ideas. an allusion to the eaglets. lxi._ footnotes: [ - ] somerville: _the night-walker._ christopher marlowe. - . comparisons are odious.[ - ] _lust's dominion. act iii. sc. ._ i 'm armed with more than complete steel,-- the justice of my quarrel.[ - ] _lust's dominion. act iii. sc. ._ who ever loved that loved not at first sight?[ - ] _hero and leander._ come live with me, and be my love; and we will all the pleasures prove that hills and valleys, dales and fields, woods or steepy mountain yields. _the passionate shepherd to his love._ by shallow rivers, to whose falls[ - ] melodious birds sing madrigals. _the passionate shepherd to his love._ and i will make thee beds of roses and a thousand fragrant posies. _the passionate shepherd to his love._ infinite riches in a little room. _the jew of malta. act i._ excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. _the jew of malta. act i._ now will i show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove;[ - ] that is, more knave than fool. _the jew of malta. act ii._ love me little, love me long.[ - ] _the jew of malta. act iv._ when all the world dissolves, and every creature shall be purified, all places shall be hell that are not heaven. _faustus._ was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of ilium? sweet helen, make me immortal with a kiss! her lips suck forth my soul:[ - ] see, where it flies! _faustus._ o, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. _faustus._ cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, and burnèd is apollo's laurel bough,[ - ] that sometime grew within this learnèd man. _faustus._ footnotes: [ - ] see fortescue, page . [ - ] thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. shakespeare: _henry vi. act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] the same in shakespeare's _as you like it_. compare chapman, page . [ - ] to shallow rivers, to whose falls melodious birds sings madrigals; there will we make our peds of roses, and a thousand fragrant posies. shakespeare: _merry wives of windsor, act iii. sc. i._ (sung by evans). [ - ] be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.--_matthew x. ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] once he drew with one long kiss my whole soul through my lips. tennyson: _fatima, stanza ._ [ - ] o, withered is the garland of the war! the soldier's pole is fallen. shakespeare: _antony and cleopatra, act iv. sc. ._ william shakespeare. - . (_from the text of clark and wright._) i would fain die a dry death. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ now would i give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ what seest thou else in the dark backward and abysm of time? _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ i, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated to closeness and the bettering of my mind. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ like one who having into truth, by telling of it, made such a sinner of his memory, to credit his own lie. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ my library was dukedom large enough. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ knowing i lov'd my books, he furnish'd me from mine own library with volumes that i prize above my dukedom. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ from the still-vexed bermoothes. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ i will be correspondent to command, and do my spiriting gently. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ fill all thy bones with aches. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ come unto these yellow sands, and then take hands: courtsied when you have, and kiss'd the wild waves whist. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ full fathom five thy father lies; of his bones are coral made; those are pearls that were his eyes: nothing of him that doth fade but doth suffer a sea-change into something rich and strange. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ the fringed curtains of thine eye advance. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ there 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: if the ill spirit have so fair a house, good things will strive to dwell with 't. _the tempest. act i. sc. ._ _gon._ here is everything advantageous to life. _ant._ true; save means to live. _the tempest. act ii. sc. ._ a very ancient and fish-like smell. _the tempest. act ii. sc. ._ misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. _the tempest. act ii. sc. ._ _fer._ here 's my hand. _mir._ and mine, with my heart in 't. _the tempest. act iii. sc. ._ he that dies pays all debts. _the tempest. act iii. sc. ._ a kind of excellent dumb discourse. _the tempest. act iii. sc. ._ deeper than e'er plummet sounded. _the tempest. act iii. sc. ._ our revels now are ended. these our actors, as i foretold you, were all spirits, and are melted into air, into thin air: and, like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself, yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, and, like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. we are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep. _the tempest. act iv. sc. ._ with foreheads villanous low. _the tempest. act iv. sc. ._ deeper than did ever plummet sound i 'll drown my book. _the tempest. act v. sc. ._ where the bee sucks, there suck i; in a cowslip's bell i lie. _the tempest. act v. sc. ._ merrily, merrily shall i live now, under the blossom that hangs on the bough. _the tempest. act v. sc. ._ home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. _the two gentlemen of verona. act i. sc. ._ i have no other but a woman's reason: i think him so, because i think him so. _the two gentlemen of verona. act i. sc. ._ o, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an april day! _the two gentlemen of verona. act i. sc. ._ and if it please you, so; if not, why, so. _the two gentlemen of verona. act ii. sc. ._ o jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, as a nose on a man's face,[ - ] or a weathercock on a steeple. _the two gentlemen of verona. act ii. sc. ._ she is mine own, and i as rich in having such a jewel as twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, the water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. _the two gentlemen of verona. act ii. sc. ._ he makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, giving a gentle kiss to every sedge he overtaketh in his pilgrimage. _the two gentlemen of verona. act ii. sc. ._ that man that hath a tongue, i say, is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman. _the two gentlemen of verona. act iii. sc. ._ except i be by sylvia in the night, there is no music in the nightingale. _the two gentlemen of verona. act iii. sc. ._ a man i am, cross'd with adversity. _the two gentlemen of verona. act iv. sc. ._ is she not passing fair? _the two gentlemen of verona. act iv. sc. ._ how use doth breed a habit in a man![ - ] _the two gentlemen of verona. act v. sc. ._ o heaven! were man but constant, he were perfect. _the two gentlemen of verona. act v. sc. ._ come not within the measure of my wrath. _the two gentlemen of verona. act v. sc. ._ i will make a star-chamber matter of it. _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ all his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ it is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ mine host of the garter. _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ i had rather than forty shillings i had my book of songs and sonnets here. _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ if there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: i hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.[ - ] _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ o base hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ "convey," the wise it call. "steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase! _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ tester i 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, base phrygian turk! _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ thou art the mars of malcontents. _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ here will be an old abusing of god's patience and the king's english. _the merry wives of windsor. act i. sc. ._ we burn daylight. _the merry wives of windsor. act ii. sc. ._ there 's the humour of it. _the merry wives of windsor. act ii. sc. ._ faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. _the merry wives of windsor. act ii. sc. ._ why, then the world 's mine oyster, which i with sword will open. _the merry wives of windsor. act ii. sc. ._ this is the short and the long of it. _the merry wives of windsor. act ii. sc. ._ unless experience be a jewel. _the merry wives of windsor. act ii. sc. ._ like a fair house, built on another man's ground. _the merry wives of windsor. act ii. sc. ._ we have some salt of our youth in us. _the merry wives of windsor. act ii. sc. ._ i cannot tell what the dickens his name is.[ - ] _the merry wives of windsor. act iii. sc. ._ what a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! _the merry wives of windsor. act iii. sc. ._ o, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! _the merry wives of windsor. act iii. sc. ._ happy man be his dole! _the merry wives of windsor. act iii. sc. ._ i have a kind of alacrity in sinking. _the merry wives of windsor. act iii. sc. ._ as good luck would have it.[ - ] _the merry wives of windsor. act iii. sc. ._ the rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. _the merry wives of windsor. act iii. sc. ._ a man of my kidney. _the merry wives of windsor. act iii. sc. ._ think of that, master brook. _the merry wives of windsor. act iii. sc. ._ your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. _the merry wives of windsor. act iv. sc. ._ in his old lunes again. _the merry wives of windsor. act iv. sc. ._ so curses all eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. _the merry wives of windsor. act iv. sc. ._ this is the third time; i hope good luck lies in odd numbers. . . . there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. _the merry wives of windsor. act v. sc. ._ thyself and thy belongings are not thine own so proper as to waste thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. heaven doth with us as we with torches do, not light them for themselves; for if our virtues did not go forth of us, 't were all alike as if we had them not. spirits are not finely touch'd but to fine issues, nor nature never lends the smallest scruple of her excellence but, like a thrifty goddess, she determines herself the glory of a creditor, both thanks and use. _measure for measure. act i. sc. ._ he was ever precise in promise-keeping. _measure for measure. act i. sc. ._ who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. _measure for measure. act i. sc. ._[ - ] i hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted. _measure for measure. act i. sc. ._[ - ] a man whose blood is very snow-broth; one who never feels the wanton stings and motions of the sense. _measure for measure. act i. sc. ._[ - ] he arrests him on it; and follows close the rigour of the statute, to make him an example. _measure for measure. act i. sc. ._[ - ] our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt. _measure for measure. act i. sc. ._[ - ] the jury, passing on the prisoner's life, may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try. _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ this will last out a night in russia, when nights are longest there. _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ no ceremony that to great ones 'longs, not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, the marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, become them with one half so good a grace as mercy does.[ - ] _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; and he that might the vantage best have took found out the remedy. how would you be, if he, which is the top of judgment, should but judge you as you are? _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ the law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ o, it is excellent to have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant. _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ but man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he 's most assured, his glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep. _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ that in the captain 's but a choleric word which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ our compell'd sins stand more for number than for accompt. _measure for measure. act ii. sc. ._ the miserable have no other medicine, but only hope. _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ a breath thou art, servile to all the skyey influences. _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ palsied eld. _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ the sense of death is most in apprehension; and the poor beetle, that we tread upon, in corporal sufferance finds a pang as great as when a giant dies. _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ the cunning livery of hell. _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ ay, but to die, and go we know not where; to lie in cold obstruction and to rot; this sensible warm motion to become a kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit to bathe in fiery floods, or to reside in thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; to be imprison'd in the viewless winds, and blown with restless violence round about the pendent world. _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ the weariest and most loathed worldly life that age, ache, penury, and imprisonment can lay on nature, is a paradise to what we fear of death. _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ the hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.[ - ] _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ there, at the moated grange, resides this dejected mariana.[ - ] _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ o, what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side! _measure for measure. act iii. sc. ._ take, o, take those lips away, that so sweetly were forsworn; and those eyes, the break of day, lights that do mislead the morn: but my kisses bring again, bring again; seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.[ - ] _measure for measure. act iv. sc. ._ every true man's apparel fits your thief. _measure for measure. act iv. sc. ._ we would, and we would not. _measure for measure. act iv. sc. ._ a forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time and razure of oblivion. _measure for measure. act v. sc. ._ truth is truth to the end of reckoning. _measure for measure. act v. sc. ._ my business in this state made me a looker on here in vienna. _measure for measure. act v. sc. ._ they say, best men are moulded out of faults, and, for the most, become much more the better for being a little bad. _measure for measure. act v. sc. ._ what 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. _measure for measure. act v. sc. ._ the pleasing punishment that women bear. _the comedy of errors. act i. sc. ._ a wretched soul, bruised with adversity. _the comedy of errors. act ii. sc. ._ every why hath a wherefore.[ - ] _the comedy of errors. act ii. sc. ._ small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. _the comedy of errors. act iii. sc. ._ one pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, a mere anatomy. _the comedy of errors. act v. sc. ._ a needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, a living-dead man. _the comedy of errors. act v. sc. ._ let 's go hand in hand, not one before another. _the comedy of errors. act v. sc. ._ he hath indeed better bettered expectation. _much ado about nothing. act i. sc. ._ a very valiant trencher-man. _much ado about nothing. act i. sc. ._ he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. _much ado about nothing. act i. sc. ._ what, my dear lady disdain! are you yet living? _much ado about nothing. act i. sc. ._ there 's a skirmish of wit between them. _much ado about nothing. act i. sc. ._ the gentleman is not in your books. _much ado about nothing. act i. sc. ._ shall i never see a bachelor of threescore again? _much ado about nothing. act i. sc. ._ benedick the married man. _much ado about nothing. act i. sc. ._ he is of a very melancholy disposition. _much ado about nothing. act i. sc. ._ he that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ as merry as the day is long. _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ i have a good eye, uncle; i can see a church by daylight. _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ speak low if you speak love. _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ friendship is constant in all other things save in the office and affairs of love: therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent. _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ silence is the perfectest herald of joy: i were but little happy, if i could say how much. _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. he was wont to speak plain and to the purpose. _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever,-- one foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ sits the wind in that corner? _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? no, the world must be peopled. when i said i would die a bachelor, i did not think i should live till i were married. _much ado about nothing. act ii. sc. ._ some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot,[ - ] he is all mirth. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ every one can master a grief but he that has it. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ are you good men and true? _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ to be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ the most senseless and fit man. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ you shall comprehend all vagrom men. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ _ watch._ how if a' will not stand? _dogb._ why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank god you are rid of a knave. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ is most tolerable, and not to be endured. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ if they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ the most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ i know that deformed. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ i thank god i am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than i. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ comparisons are odorous. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ if i were as tedious as a king, i could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ a good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, when the age is in the wit is out. _much ado about nothing. act iii. sc. ._ o, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ o, what authority and show of truth can cunning sin cover itself withal! _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ i never tempted her with word too large, but, as a brother to his sister, show'd bashful sincerity and comely love. _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ i have mark'd a thousand blushing apparitions to start into her face, a thousand innocent shames in angel whiteness beat away those blushes. _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ for it so falls out that what we have we prize not to the worth whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, why, then we rack the value; then we find the virtue that possession would not show us whiles it was ours. _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ the idea of her life shall sweetly creep into his study of imagination, and every lovely organ of her life, shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, more moving-delicate and full of life into the eye and prospect of his soul. _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ the eftest way. _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ flat burglary as ever was committed. _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ condemned into everlasting redemption. _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ o, that he were here to write me down an ass! _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ a fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. _much ado about nothing. act iv. sc. ._ patch grief with proverbs. _much ado about nothing. act v. sc. ._ men can counsel and speak comfort to that grief which they themselves not feel. _much ado about nothing. act v. sc. ._ charm ache with air, and agony with words. _much ado about nothing. act v. sc. ._ 't is all men's office to speak patience to those that wring under the load of sorrow, but no man's virtue nor sufficiency to be so moral when he shall endure the like himself. _much ado about nothing. act v. sc. ._ for there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently. _much ado about nothing. act v. sc. ._ some of us will smart for it. _much ado about nothing. act v. sc. ._ i was not born under a rhyming planet. _much ado about nothing. act v. sc. ._ done to death by slanderous tongues. _much ado about nothing. act v. sc. ._ or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, study to break it and not break my troth. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ light seeking light doth light of light beguile. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ small have continual plodders ever won save base authority from others' books. these earthly godfathers of heaven's lights that give a name to every fixed star have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and wot not what they are. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ at christmas i no more desire a rose than wish a snow in may's new-fangled mirth;[ - ] but like of each thing that in season grows. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ a man in all the world's new fashion planted, that hath a mint of phrases in his brain. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ a high hope for a low heaven. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ that unlettered small-knowing soul. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ a child of our grandmother eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ the world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but i think now 't is not to be found. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ the rational hind costard. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ devise, wit; write, pen; for i am for whole volumes in folio. _love's labour's lost. act i. sc. ._ a man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: nothing becomes him ill that he would well. _love's labour's lost. act ii. sc. ._ a merrier man, within the limit of becoming mirth, i never spent an hour's talk withal. _love's labour's lost. act ii. sc. ._ delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales, and younger hearings are quite ravished; so sweet and voluble is his discourse. _love's labour's lost. act ii. sc. ._ by my penny of observation. _love's labour's lost. act iii. sc. ._ the boy hath sold him a bargain,--a goose. _love's labour's lost. act iii. sc. ._ to sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. _love's labour's lost. act iii. sc. ._ a very beadle to a humorous sigh. _love's labour's lost. act iii. sc. ._ this senior-junior, giant-dwarf, dan cupid; regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, the anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, liege of all loiterers and malcontents. _love's labour's lost. act iii. sc. ._ a buck of the first head. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ many can brook the weather that love not the wind. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ you two are book-men. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ dictynna, goodman dull. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ for where is any author in the world teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? learning is but an adjunct to ourself. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ it adds a precious seeing to the eye. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ as sweet and musical as bright apollo's lute, strung with his hair;[ - ] and when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ from women's eyes this doctrine i derive: they sparkle still the right promethean fire; they are the books, the arts, the academes, that show, contain, and nourish all the world. _love's labour's lost. act iv. sc. ._ he draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ they have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ in the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ they have measured many a mile to tread a measure with you on this grass. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ let me take you a button-hole lower. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ i have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ a jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him that makes it. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ when daisies pied and violets blue, and lady-smocks all silver-white, and cuckoo-buds of yellow hue do paint the meadows with delight, the cuckoo then, on every tree, mocks married men. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ the words of mercury are harsh after the songs of apollo. _love's labour's lost. act v. sc. ._ but earthlier happy is the rose distill'd than that which withering on the virgin thorn[ - ] grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ for aught that i could ever read,[ - ] could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ o, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ swift as a shadow, short as any dream; brief as the lightning in the collied night, that in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, and ere a man hath power to say, "behold!" the jaws of darkness do devour it up: so quick bright things come to confusion. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged cupid painted blind. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ masters, spread yourselves. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ this is ercles' vein. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ i'll speak in a monstrous little voice. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ i am slow of study. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ that would hang us, every mother's son. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ i will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; i will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. _a midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. ._ the human mortals. _a midsummer night's dream. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] the rude sea grew civil at her song, and certain stars shot madly from their spheres to hear the sea-maid's music. _a midsummer night's dream. act ii. sc. ._ and the imperial votaress passed on, in maiden meditation, fancy-free. yet mark'd i where the bolt of cupid fell: it fell upon a little western flower, before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, and maidens call it love-in-idleness. _a midsummer night's dream. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] i 'll put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.[ - ] _a midsummer night's dream. act ii. sc. ._ my heart is true as steel.[ - ] _a midsummer night's dream. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] i know a bank where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, with sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. _a midsummer night's dream. act ii. sc. ._ a lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. _a midsummer night's dream. act iii. sc. ._ bless thee, bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. _a midsummer night's dream. act iii. sc. ._ lord, what fools these mortals be! _a midsummer night's dream. act iii. sc. ._ so we grew together, like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition. _a midsummer night's dream. act iii. sc. ._ two lovely berries moulded on one stem. _a midsummer night's dream. act iii. sc. ._ i have an exposition of sleep come upon me. _a midsummer night's dream. act iv. sc. ._ i have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. _a midsummer night's dream. act iv. sc. ._ the eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen,[ - ] man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. _a midsummer night's dream. act iv. sc. ._ the lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact: one sees more devils than vast hell can hold, that is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, sees helen's beauty in a brow of egypt: the poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name. such tricks hath strong imagination, that if it would but apprehend some joy, it comprehends some bringer of that joy; or in the night, imagining some fear, how easy is a bush supposed a bear! _a midsummer night's dream, act v. sc. ._ for never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it. _a midsummer night's dream, act v. sc. ._ the true beginning of our end.[ - ] _a midsummer night's dream, act v. sc. ._ the best in this kind are but shadows. _a midsummer night's dream, act v. sc. ._ a very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. _a midsummer night's dream, act v. sc. ._ this passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. _a midsummer night's dream, act v. sc. ._ the iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. _a midsummer night's dream, act v. sc. ._ my ventures are not in one bottom trusted, nor to one place. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ now, by two-headed janus, nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ though nestor swear the jest be laughable. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ you have too much respect upon the world: they lose it that do buy it with much care. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ i hold the world but as the world, gratiano,-- a stage, where every man must play a part; and mine a sad one. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ why should a man, whose blood is warm within, sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ there are a sort of men whose visages do cream and mantle like a standing pond. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ i am sir oracle, and when i ope my lips, let no dog bark! _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ i do know of these that therefore only are reputed wise for saying nothing. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ fish not, with this melancholy bait, for this fool gudgeon, this opinion. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all venice. his reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ in my school-days, when i had lost one shaft, i shot his fellow of the selfsame flight the selfsame way, with more advised watch, to find the other forth; and by adventuring both, i oft found both. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ they are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ if to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.[ - ] _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ the brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ he doth nothing but talk of his horse. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ god, made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ when he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ i dote on his very absence. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ my meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ i will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but i will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. what news on the rialto? _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ i will feed fat the ancient grudge i bear him. he hates our sacred nation, and he rails, even there where merchants most do congregate. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ the devil can cite scripture for his purpose. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ a goodly apple rotten at the heart: o, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ many a time and oft in the rialto you have rated me. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ for sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ you call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, and spit upon my jewish gaberdine. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ shall i bend low, and in a bondman's key, with bated breath and whispering humbleness. _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ for when did friendship take a breed for barren metal of his friend? _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ o father abram! what these christians are, whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect the thoughts of others! _the merchant of venice. act i. sc. ._ mislike me not for my complexion, the shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ the young gentleman, according to fates and destinies and such odd sayings, the sisters three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ the very staff of my age, my very prop. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ it is a wise father that knows his own child. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ an honest exceeding poor man. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ in the twinkling of an eye. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ and the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ all things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. how like a younker or a prodigal the scarfed bark puts from her native bay, hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! how like the prodigal doth she return, with over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ must i hold a candle to my shames? _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ but love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ all that glisters is not gold.[ - ] _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ young in limbs, in judgment old. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ even in the force and road of casualty. _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ hanging and wiving goes by destiny.[ - ] _the merchant of venice. act ii. sc. ._ if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word. _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ i am a jew. hath not a jew eyes? hath not a jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ the villany you teach me i will execute, and it shall go hard, but i will better the instruction. _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ makes a swan-like end, fading in music.[ - ] _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ tell me where is fancy bred, or in the heart or in the head? how begot, how nourished? reply, reply. _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ in law, what plea so tainted and corrupt but being season'd with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil? _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ there is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue in his outward parts. _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ thus ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea. _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ the seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest. _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; happy in this, she is not yet so old but she may learn.[ - ] _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ here are a few of the unpleasant'st words that ever blotted paper! _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ the kindest man, the best-condition'd and unwearied spirit in doing courtesies. _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ thus when i shun scylla, your father, i fall into charybdis, your mother.[ - ] _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ let it serve for table-talk. _the merchant of venice. act iii. sc. ._ a harmless necessary cat. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ what! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ i am a tainted wether of the flock, meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ i never knew so young a body with so old a head. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ the quality of mercy is not strain'd, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. it is twice blest: it blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 't is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes the throned monarch better than his crown; his sceptre shows the force of temporal power, the attribute to awe and majesty, wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; but mercy is above this sceptred sway, it is enthroned in the hearts of kings, it is an attribute to god himself; and earthly power doth then show likest god's, when mercy seasons justice. therefore, jew, though justice be thy plea, consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ a daniel come to judgment! yea, a daniel! _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ is it so nominated in the bond?[ - ] _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ 't is not in the bond. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ speak me fair in death. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ an upright judge, a learned judge! _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ a second daniel, a daniel, jew! now, infidel, i have you on the hip. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ i thank thee, jew, for teaching me that word. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ you take my house when you do take the prop that doth sustain my house; you take my life when you do take the means whereby i live. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ he is well paid that is well satisfied. _the merchant of venice. act iv. sc. ._ how sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! here we will sit and let the sounds of music creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night become the touches of sweet harmony. sit, jessica. look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: there 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st but in his motion like an angel sings, still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. such harmony is in immortal souls; but whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. _the merchant of venice. act v. sc. ._ i am never merry when i hear sweet music. _the merchant of venice. act v. sc. ._ the man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; the motions of his spirit are dull as night, and his affections dark as erebus. let no such man be trusted. _the merchant of venice. act v. sc. ._ how far that little candle throws his beams! so shines a good deed in a naughty world. _the merchant of venice. act v. sc. ._ how many things by season season'd are to their right praise and true perfection! _the merchant of venice. act v. sc. ._ this night methinks is but the daylight sick. _the merchant of venice. act v. sc. ._ these blessed candles of the night. _the merchant of venice. act v. sc. ._ fair ladies, you drop manna in the way of starved people. _the merchant of venice. act v. sc. ._ we will answer all things faithfully. _the merchant of venice. act v. sc. ._ fortune reigns in gifts of the world. _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ well said: that was laid on with a trowel. _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ your heart's desires be with you! _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ one out of suits with fortune. _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ hereafter, in a better world than this, i shall desire more love and knowledge of you. _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ my pride fell with my fortunes. _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ _cel._ not a word? _ros._ not one to throw at a dog. _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ o, how full of briers is this working-day world! _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ we 'll have a swashing and a martial outside, as many other mannish cowards have. _as you like it. act i. sc. ._ sweet are the uses of adversity, which like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head; and this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in every thing. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ the big round tears coursed one another down his innocent nose in piteous chase. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ "poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament as worldlings do, giving thy sum of more to that which had too much." _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ and he that doth the ravens feed, yea, providently caters for the sparrow, be comfort to my age! _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ for in my youth i never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty, but kindly. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ o, good old man, how well in thee appears the constant service of the antique world, when service sweat for duty, not for meed! thou art not for the fashion of these times, where none will sweat but for promotion. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ ay, now am i in arden: the more fool i. when i was at home i was in a better place; but travellers must be content. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ i shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till i break my shins against it. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ i met a fool i' the forest, a motley fool. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ and rail'd on lady fortune in good terms, in good set terms. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ and then he drew a dial from his poke, and looking on it with lack-lustre eye, says very wisely, "it is ten o'clock: thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags." _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ and so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, and then from hour to hour we rot and rot; and thereby hangs a tale.[ - ] _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ my lungs began to crow like chanticleer, that fools should be so deep-contemplative; and i did laugh sans intermission an hour by his dial. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ motley 's the only wear. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ if ladies be but young and fair, they have the gift to know it; and in his brain, which is as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd with observation, the which he vents in mangled forms. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ i must have liberty withal, as large a charter as the wind, to blow on whom i please. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ the "why" is plain as way to parish church. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ under the shade of melancholy boughs, lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; if ever you have look'd on better days, if ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, if ever sat at any good man's feast. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ true is it that we have seen better days. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ and wiped our eyes of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ all the world 's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.[ - ] they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. at first the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. and then the whining school-boy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school. and then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad made to his mistress' eyebrow. then a soldier, full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon's mouth. and then the justice, in fair round belly with good capon lined, with eyes severe and beard of formal cut, full of wise saws and modern instances; and so he plays his part. the sixth age shifts into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, with spectacles on nose and pouch on side; his youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide for his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, turning again toward childish treble, pipes and whistles in his sound. last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ blow, blow, thou winter wind! thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude. _as you like it. act ii. sc. ._ the fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ it goes much against my stomach. hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ he that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ this is the very false gallop of verses. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ let us make an honourable retreat. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ with bag and baggage. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ o, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ answer me in one word. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ i do desire we may be better strangers. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ time travels in divers paces with divers persons. i 'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ neither rhyme nor reason.[ - ] _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ i would the gods had made thee poetical. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. _as you like it. act iii. sc. ._ it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ i have gained my experience. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ i had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ i will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ i 'll warrant him heart-whole. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ good orators, when they are out, they will spit. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,--but not for love. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ can one desire too much of a good thing?[ - ] _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ for ever and a day. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ men are april when they woo, december when they wed: maids are may when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ the horn, the horn, the lusty horn is not a thing to laugh to scorn. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ chewing the food[ - ] of sweet and bitter fancy. _as you like it. act iv. sc. ._ it is meat and drink to me. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ "so so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ the fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ i will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ no sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ the retort courteous; . . . the quip modest; . . . the reply churlish; . . . the reproof valiant; . . . the countercheck quarrelsome; . . . the lie with circumstance; . . . the lie direct. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ your if is the only peacemaker; much virtue in if. _as you like it. act v. sc. ._ good wine needs no bush.[ - ] _as you like it. epilogue._ what a case am i in. _as you like it. epilogue._ look in the chronicles; we came in with richard conqueror. _the taming of the shrew. induc. sc. ._ let the world slide.[ - ] _the taming of the shrew. induc. sc. ._ i 'll not budge an inch. _the taming of the shrew. induc. sc. ._ as stephen sly and old john naps of greece, and peter turph and henry pimpernell, and twenty more such names and men as these which never were, nor no man ever saw. _the taming of the shrew. induc. sc. ._ no profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; in brief, sir, study what you most affect. _the taming of the shrew. act i. sc. ._ there 's small choice in rotten apples. _the taming of the shrew. act i. sc. ._ nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. _the taming of the shrew. act i. sc. ._ tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. _the taming of the shrew. act i. sc. ._ and do as adversaries do in law,-- strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. _the taming of the shrew. act i. sc. ._ who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.[ - ] _the taming of the shrew. act iii. sc. ._ and thereby hangs a tale. _the taming of the shrew. act iv. sc. ._ my cake is dough. _the taming of the shrew. act v. sc. ._ a woman moved is like a fountain troubled,-- muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. _the taming of the shrew. act v. sc. ._ such duty as the subject owes the prince, even such a woman oweth to her husband. _the taming of the shrew. act v. sc. ._ 't were all one that i should love a bright particular star, and think to wed it. _all's well that ends well. act i. sc. ._ the hind that would be mated by the lion must die for love. _all's well that ends well. act i. sc. ._ our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven. _all's well that ends well. act i. sc. ._ service is no heritage. _all's well that ends well. act i. sc. ._ he must needs go that the devil drives.[ - ] _all's well that ends well. act i. sc. ._ my friends were poor but honest. _all's well that ends well. act i. sc. ._ oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises. _all's well that ends well. act ii. sc. ._ i will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. _all's well that ends well. act ii. sc. ._ from lowest place when virtuous things proceed, the place is dignified by the doer's deed. _all's well that ends well. act ii. sc. ._ they say miracles are past. _all's well that ends well. act ii. sc. ._ all the learned and authentic fellows. _all's well that ends well. act ii. sc. ._ a young man married is a man that 's marr'd. _all's well that ends well. act ii. sc. ._ make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, and pleasure drown the brim. _all's well that ends well. act ii. sc. ._ no legacy is so rich as honesty. _all's well that ends well. act iii. sc. ._ the web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. _all's well that ends well. act iv. sc. ._ whose words all ears took captive. _all's well that ends well. act v. sc. ._ praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear. _all's well that ends well. act v. sc. ._ the inaudible and noiseless foot of time.[ - ] _all's well that ends well. act v. sc. ._ all impediments in fancy's course are motives of more fancy. _all's well that ends well. act v. sc. ._ the bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. _all's well that ends well. act v. sc. ._ if music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die. that strain again! it had a dying fall: o, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound[ - ] that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour! _twelfth night. act i. sc. ._ i am sure care 's an enemy to life. _twelfth night. act i. sc. ._ at my fingers' ends.[ - ] _twelfth night. act i. sc. ._ wherefore are these things hid? _twelfth night. act i. sc. ._ is it a world to hide virtues in? _twelfth night. act i. sc. ._ one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. _twelfth night. act i. sc. ._ we will draw the curtain and show you the picture. _twelfth night. act i. sc. ._ 't is beauty truly blent, whose red and white nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: lady, you are the cruell'st she alive if you will lead these graces to the grave and leave the world no copy. _twelfth night. act i. sc. ._ halloo your name to the reverberate hills, and make the babbling gossip of the air cry out. _twelfth night. act i. sc. ._ journeys end in lovers meeting, every wise man's son doth know. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ he does it with a better grace, but i do it more natural. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ is there no respect of place, parsons, nor time in you? _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ _sir to._ dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? _clo._ yes, by saint anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ my purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ these most brisk and giddy-paced times. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ let still the woman take an elder than herself: so wears she to him, so sways she level in her husband's heart: for, boy, however we do praise ourselves, our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, than women's are. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ then let thy love be younger than thyself, or thy affection cannot hold the bent. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ the spinsters and the knitters in the sun and the free maids that weave their thread with bones do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, and dallies with the innocence of love, like the old age. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ _duke._ and what 's her history? _vio._ a blank, my lord. she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy she sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ i am all the daughters of my father's house, and all the brothers too. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ an you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. _twelfth night. act ii. sc. ._ foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful in the contempt and anger of his lip! _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ love sought is good, but given unsought is better. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ i think we do know the sweet roman hand. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ put thyself into the trick of singularity. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ 't is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with satan. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ this is very midsummer madness. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ what, man! defy the devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ if this were played upon a stage now, i could condemn it as an improbable fiction. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ more matter for a may morning. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ still you keep o' the windy side of the law. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._ an i thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, i 'ld have seen him damned ere i 'ld have challenged him. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._[ - ] out of my lean and low ability i 'll lend you something. _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._[ - ] out of the jaws of death.[ - ] _twelfth night. act iii. sc. ._[ - ] as the old hermit of prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of king gorboduc, that that is, is. _twelfth night. act iv. sc. ._ _clo._ what is the opinion of pythagoras concerning wild fowl? _mal._ that the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. _twelfth night. act iv. sc. ._ thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. _twelfth night. act v. sc. ._ for the rain it raineth every day. _twelfth night. act v. sc. ._ they say we are almost as like as eggs. _the winter's tale. act i. sc. ._ what 's gone and what 's past help should be past grief. _the winter's tale. act iii. sc. ._ a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. _the winter's tale. act iv. sc. ._[ - ] a merry heart goes all the day, your sad tires in a mile-a. _the winter's tale. act iv. sc. ._ o proserpina, for the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall from dis's waggon! daffodils, that come before the swallow dares, and take the winds of march with beauty; violets dim, but sweeter than the lids of juno's eyes or cytherea's breath; pale primroses, that die unmarried, ere they can behold bright phoebus in his strength,--a malady most incident to maids; bold oxlips and the crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, the flower-de-luce being one. _the winter's tale. act iv. sc. ._[ - ] when you do dance, i wish you a wave o' the sea,[ - ] that you might ever do nothing but that. _the winter's tale. act iv. sc. ._ i love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. _the winter's tale. act iv. sc. ._ to unpathed waters, undreamed shores. _the winter's tale. act iv. sc. ._ lord of thy presence and no land beside. _king john. act i. sc. ._ and if his name be george, i 'll call him peter; for new-made honour doth forget men's names. _king john. act i. sc. ._ for he is but a bastard to the time that doth not smack of observation. _king john. act i. sc. ._ sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. _king john. act i. sc. ._ for courage mounteth with occasion. _king john. act ii. sc. ._ i would that i were low laid in my grave: i am not worth this coil that 's made for me. _king john. act ii. sc. ._ saint george, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. _king john. act ii. sc. ._ he is the half part of a blessed man, left to be finished by such as she; and she a fair divided excellence, whose fulness of perfection lies in him. _king john. act ii. sc. ._ talks as familiarly of roaring lions as maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! _king john. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] zounds! i was never so bethump'd with words since i first call'd my brother's father dad. _king john. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] i will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. _king john. act iii. sc. ._[ - ] here i and sorrows sit; here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. _king john. act iii. sc. ._[ - ] thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! thou little valiant, great in villany! thou ever strong upon the stronger side! thou fortune's champion that dost never fight but when her humorous ladyship is by to teach thee safety. _king john. act iii. sc. ._ thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, and hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. _king john. act iii. sc. ._ that no italian priest shall tithe or toll in our dominions. _king john. act iii. sc. ._ grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, remembers me of all his gracious parts, stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. _king john. act iii. sc. ._ life is as tedious as a twice-told tale vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. _king john. act iii. sc. ._ when fortune means to men most good, she looks upon them with a threatening eye.[ - ] _king john. act iii. sc. ._ and he that stands upon a slippery place. makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. _king john. act iii. sc. ._ how now, foolish rheum! _king john. act iv. sc. ._ to gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw a perfume on the violet, to smooth the ice, or add another hue unto the rainbow, or with taper-light to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, is wasteful and ridiculous excess. _king john. act iv. sc. ._ and oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.[ - ] _king john. act iv. sc. ._ we cannot hold mortality's strong hand. _king john. act iv. sc. ._ make haste; the better foot before. _king john. act iv. sc. ._ i saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, the whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, with open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. _king john. act iv. sc. ._ another lean unwashed artificer. _king john. act iv. sc. ._ how oft the sight of means to do ill deeds make deeds ill done! _king john. act iv. sc. ._ mocking the air with colours idly spread. _king john. act v. sc. ._ 't is strange that death should sing. i am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,[ - ] and from the organ-pipe of frailty sings his soul and body to their lasting rest. _king john. act v. sc. ._ now my soul hath elbow-room. _king john. act v. sc. ._ this england never did, nor never shall, lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. _king john. act v. sc. ._ come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them. nought shall make us rue, if england to itself do rest but true. _king john. act v. sc. ._ old john of gaunt, time-honoured lancaster. _king richard ii. act i. sc. ._ in rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. _king richard ii. act i. sc. ._ the daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. _king richard ii. act i. sc. ._ truth hath a quiet breast. _king richard ii. act i. sc. ._ all places that the eye of heaven visits are to a wise man ports and happy havens. _king richard ii. act i. sc. ._ o, who can hold a fire in his hand by thinking on the frosty caucasus? or cloy the hungry edge of appetite by bare imagination of a feast? or wallow naked in december snow by thinking on fantastic summer's heat? o, no! the apprehension of the good gives but the greater feeling to the worse. _king richard ii. act i. sc. ._ the tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony. _king richard ii. act ii. sc. ._ the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, writ in remembrance more than things long past. _king richard ii. act ii. sc. ._ this royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, this earth of majesty, this seat of mars, this other eden, demi-paradise, this fortress built by nature for herself against infection and the hand of war, this happy breed of men, this little world, this precious stone set in the silver sea, which serves it in the office of a wall or as a moat defensive to a house, against the envy of less happier lands,-- this blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this england. _king richard ii. act ii. sc. ._ the ripest fruit first falls. _king richard ii. act ii. sc. ._ evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. _king richard ii. act ii. sc. ._ eating the bitter bread of banishment. _king richard ii. act iii. sc. ._ fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. _king richard ii. act iii. sc. ._ not all the water in the rough rude sea can wash the balm off from an anointed king. _king richard ii. act iii. sc. ._ o, call back yesterday, bid time return! _king richard ii. act iii. sc. ._ let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. _king richard ii. act iii. sc. ._ and nothing can we call our own but death and that small model of the barren earth which serves as paste and cover to our bones. for god's sake, let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of kings. _king richard ii. act iii. sc. ._ comes at the last, and with a little pin bores through his castle wall--and farewell king! _king richard ii. act iii. sc. ._ he is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war. _king richard ii. act iii. sc. ._ and my large kingdom for a little grave, a little little grave, an obscure grave. _king richard ii. act iii. sc. ._ gave his body to that pleasant country's earth, and his pure soul unto his captain christ, under whose colours he had fought so long. _king richard ii. act iv. sc. ._ a mockery king of snow. _king richard ii. act iv. sc. ._ as in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next, thinking his prattle to be tedious. _king richard ii. act v. sc. ._ as for a camel to thread the postern of a small needle's eye.[ - ] _king richard ii. act v. sc. ._ so shaken as we are, so wan with care. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ in those holy fields over whose acres walked those blessed feet which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd for our advantage on the bitter cross. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ old father antic the law. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ i would to god thou and i knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ and now am i, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ 't is my vocation, hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ he will give the devil his due.[ - ] _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ there 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ if all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; he was perfumed like a milliner, and 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held a pouncet-box, which ever and anon he gave his nose and took 't away again. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ and as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, he called the untaught knaves, unmannerly, to bring a slovenly unhandsome corse betwixt the wind and his nobility. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ god save the mark. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ and telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth was parmaceti for an inward bruise; and that it was great pity, so it was, this villanous saltpetre should be digg'd out of the bowels of the harmless earth, which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd so cowardly; and but for these vile guns, he would himself have been a soldier. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ the blood more stirs to rouse a lion than to start a hare! _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ by heaven, methinks it were an easy leap to pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, or dive into the bottom of the deep, where fathom-line could never touch the ground, and pluck up drowned honour by the locks. _king henry iv. part i. act i. sc. ._ i know a trick worth two of that. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ if the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, i 'll be hanged. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ it would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ falstaff sweats to death, and lards the lean earth as he walks along. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ brain him with his lady's fan. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ a corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ a plague of all cowards, i say. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ there live not three good men unhanged in england; and one of them is fat and grows old. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ call you that backing of your friends? a plague upon such backing! _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ i am a jew else, an ebrew jew. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ i have peppered two of them: two i am sure i have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. i tell thee what, hal, if i tell thee a lie, spit in my face; call me horse. thou knowest my old ward: here i lay, and thus i bore my point. four rogues in buckram let drive at me-- _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ three misbegotten knaves in kendal green. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, i would give no man a reason upon compulsion, i. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ i was now a coward on instinct. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ no more of that, hal, an thou lovest me! _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ what doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ a plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ in king cambyses' vein. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ that reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ banish plump jack, and banish all the world. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ play out the play. _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ o, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! _king henry iv. part i. act ii. sc. ._ diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth in strange eruptions. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ i am not in the roll of common men. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ _glen._ i can call spirits from the vasty deep. _hot._ why, so can i, or so can any man; but will they come when you do call for them? _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ while you live, tell truth and shame the devil![ - ] _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ i had rather be a kitten and cry mew than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ but in the way of bargain, mark ye me, i 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ a deal of skimble-skamble stuff. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ exceedingly well read. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ a good mouth-filling oath. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ a fellow of no mark nor likelihood. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ to loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little more than a little is by much too much. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ an i have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, i am a pepper-corn. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ shall i not take mine ease in mine inn? _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ rob me the exchequer. _king henry iv. part i. act iii. sc. ._ this sickness doth infect the very life-blood of our enterprise. _king henry iv. part i. act iv. sc. ._ that daffed the world aside, and bid it pass. _king henry iv. part i. act iv. sc. ._ all plumed like estridges that with the wind baited like eagles having lately bathed; glittering in golden coats, like images; as full of spirit as the month of may, and gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. _king henry iv. part i. act iv. sc. ._ i saw young harry, with his beaver on, his cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, rise from the ground like feather'd mercury, and vaulted with such ease into his seat as if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, to turn and wind a fiery pegasus and witch the world with noble horsemanship. _king henry iv. part i. act iv. sc. ._ the cankers of a calm world and a long peace. _king henry iv. part i. act iv. sc. ._ a mad fellow met me on the way and told me i had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. no eye hath seen such scarecrows. i 'll not march through coventry with them, that 's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed i had the most of them out of prison. there 's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves. _king henry iv. part i. act iv. sc. ._ food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better. _king henry iv. part i. act iv. ._ to the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[ - ] fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. _king henry iv. part i. act iv. ._ i would 't were bedtime, hal, and all well. _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ honour pricks me on. yea, but how if honour prick me off when i come on,--how then? can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. what is honour? a word. what is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. a trim reckoning! who hath it? he that died o' wednesday. doth he feel it? no. doth he hear it? no. 't is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. but will it not live with the living? no. why? detraction will not suffer it. therefore i 'll none of it. honour is a mere scutcheon. and so ends my catechism. _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ this earth that bears thee dead bears not alive so stout a gentleman. _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, but not remember'd in thy epitaph! _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ i could have better spared a better man. _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ the better part of valour is discretion.[ - ] _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ full bravely hast thou fleshed thy maiden sword. _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ lord, lord, how this world is given to lying! i grant you i was down and out of breath; and so was he. but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by shrewsbury clock. _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ i 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. _king henry iv. part i. act v. sc. ._ even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, so dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, drew priam's curtain in the dead of night, and would have told him half his troy was burnt. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ yet the first bringer of unwelcome news hath but a losing office, and his tongue sounds ever after as a sullen bell, remember'd tolling a departing friend. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ i am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ a rascally yea-forsooth knave. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ we that are in the vaward of our youth. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ for my voice, i have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ it was alway yet the trick of our english nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ i were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ if i do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ who lined himself with hope, eating the air on promise of supply. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ when we mean to build, we first survey the plot, then draw the model; and when we see the figure of the house, then must we rate the cost of the erection.[ - ] _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ an habitation giddy and unsure hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ past and to come seems best; things present worst. _king henry iv. part ii. act i. sc. ._ a poor lone woman. _king henry iv. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ i 'll tickle your catastrophe. _king henry iv. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ he hath eaten me out of house and home. _king henry iv. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon wednesday in wheeson week. _king henry iv. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ i do now remember the poor creature, small beer. _king henry iv. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ let the end try the man. _king henry iv. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. _king henry iv. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ he was indeed the glass wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. _king henry iv. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ aggravate your choler. _king henry iv. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ o sleep, o gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse! how have i frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down and steep my senses in forgetfulness? _king henry iv. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ with all appliances and means to boot. _king henry iv. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. _king henry iv. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ death, as the psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. how a good yoke of bullocks at stamford fair? _king henry iv. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated,--which is an excellent thing. _king henry iv. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ most forcible feeble. _king henry iv. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ we have heard the chimes at midnight. _king henry iv. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ a man can die but once. _king henry iv. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. _king henry iv. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ we are ready to try our fortunes to the last man. _king henry iv. part ii. act iv. sc. ._ i may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of rome, "i came, saw, and overcame." _king henry iv. part ii. act iv. sc. ._ he hath a tear for pity, and a hand open as day for melting charity. _king henry iv. part ii. act iv. sc. ._ thy wish was father, harry, to that thought. _king henry iv. part ii. act iv. sc. ._[ - ] commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways. _king henry iv. part ii. act iv. sc. ._[ - ] a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell william cook. _king henry iv. part ii. act v. sc. ._ his cares are now all ended. _king henry iv. part ii. act v. sc. ._ _falstaff._ what wind blew you hither, pistol? _pistol._ not the ill wind which blows no man to good.[ - ] _king henry iv. part ii. act v. sc. ._ a foutre for the world and worldlings base! i speak of africa and golden joys. _king henry iv. part ii. act v. sc. ._ under which king, bezonian? speak, or die! _king henry iv. part ii. act v. sc. ._ o for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention! _king henry v. prologue._ consideration, like an angel, came and whipped the offending adam out of him. _king henry v. act i. sc. ._ turn him to any cause of policy, the gordian knot of it he will unloose, familiar as his garter: that when he speaks, the air, a chartered libertine, is still. _king henry v. act i. sc. ._ base is the slave that pays. _king henry v. act ii. sc. ._ even at the turning o' the tide. _king henry v. act ii. sc. ._ his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. _king henry v. act ii. sc. ._ as cold as any stone. _king henry v. act ii. sc. ._ self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting. _king henry v. act ii. sc. ._ once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, or close the wall up with our english dead! in peace there 's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger: stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. _king henry v. act iii. sc. ._ and sheathed their swords for lack of argument. _king henry v. act iii. sc. ._ i see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, straining upon the start. _king henry v. act iii. sc. ._ i would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. _king henry v. act iii. sc. ._ men of few words are the best men. _king henry v. act iii. sc. ._ i thought upon one pair of english legs did march three frenchmen. _king henry v. act iii. sc. ._ you may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. _king henry v. act iii. sc. ._[ - ] the hum of either army stilly sounds, that the fixed sentinels almost receive the secret whispers of each other's watch; fire answers fire, and through their paly flames each battle sees the other's umbered face; steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents the armourers, accomplishing the knights, with busy hammers closing rivets up,[ - ] give dreadful note of preparation. _king henry v. act iv. prologue._ there is some soul of goodness in things evil, would men observingly distil it out. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ that 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ who with a body filled and vacant mind gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ but if it be a sin to covet honour, i am the most offending soul alive. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ this day is called the feast of crispian: he that outlives this day and comes safe home, will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, and rouse him at the name of crispian. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ then shall our names, familiar in his mouth[ - ] as household words,-- harry the king, bedford and exeter, warwick and talbot, salisbury and gloucester,-- be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ we few, we happy few, we band of brothers. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ there is a river in macedon; and there is also moreover a river at monmouth; . . . and there is salmons in both. _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ an arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in france, or in england! _king henry v. act iv. sc. ._ there is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. _king henry v. act v. sc. ._ by this leek, i will most horribly revenge: i eat and eat, i swear. _king henry v. act v. sc. ._ all hell shall stir for this. _king henry v. act v. sc. ._ if he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. _king henry v. act v. sc. ._ hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! _king henry vi. part i. act i. sc. ._ halcyon days. _king henry vi. part i. act i. sc. ._ between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; between two blades, which bears the better temper; between two horses, which doth bear him best; between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,-- i have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; but in these nice sharp quillets of the law, good faith, i am no wiser than a daw. _king henry vi. part i. act ii. sc. ._ delays have dangerous ends.[ - ] _king henry vi. part i. act iii. sc. ._ she 's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; she is a woman, therefore to be won. _king henry vi. part i. act v. sc. ._ main chance.[ - ] _king henry vi. part ii. act i. sc. ._ could i come near your beauty with my nails, i'd set my ten commandments in your face. _king henry vi. part ii. act i. sc. ._ smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.[ - ] _king henry vi. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ what stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.[ - ] _king henry vi. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ he dies, and makes no sign. _king henry vi. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; and let us all to meditation. _king henry vi. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ the gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day is crept into the bosom of the sea. _king henry vi. part ii. act iv. sc. ._ there shall be in england seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and i will make it felony to drink small beer. _king henry vi. part ii. act iv. sc. ._ is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? _king henry vi. part ii. act iv. sc. ._ sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. _king henry vi. part ii. act iv. sc. ._ thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. _king henry vi. part ii. act iv. sc. ._ how sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, within whose circuit is elysium and all that poets feign of bliss and joy! _king henry vi. part iii. act i. sc. ._ and many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. _king henry vi. part iii. act ii. sc. ._ the smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. _king henry vi. part iii. act ii. sc. ._ didst thou never hear that things ill got had ever bad success? and happy always was it for that son whose father for his hoarding went to hell? _king henry vi. part iii. act ii. sc. ._ warwick, peace, proud setter up and puller down of kings! _king henry vi. part iii. act iii. sc. ._ a little fire is quickly trodden out; which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. _king henry vi. part iii. act iv. sc. ._ suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer. _king henry vi. part iii. act v. sc. ._ now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of york, and all the clouds that loured upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried. now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, our bruised arms hung up for monuments, our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, our dreadful marches to delightful measures. grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; and now, instead of mounting barbed steeds to fright the souls of fearful adversaries, he capers nimbly in a lady's chamber to the lascivious pleasing of a lute. but i, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; i, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty to strut before a wanton ambling nymph; i, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, cheated of feature by dissembling nature, deformed, unfinished, sent before my time into this breathing world, scarce half made up, and that so lamely and unfashionable that dogs bark at me as i halt by them,-- why, i, in this weak piping time of peace, have no delight to pass away the time, unless to spy my shadow in the sun. _king richard iii. act i. sc. ._ to leave this keen encounter of our wits. _king richard iii. act i. sc. ._ was ever woman in this humour wooed? was ever woman in this humour won? _king richard iii. act i. sc. ._ framed in the prodigality of nature. _king richard iii. act i. sc. ._ the world is grown so bad, that wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.[ - ] _king richard iii. act i. sc. ._ and thus i clothe my naked villany with old odd ends stolen out of[ - ] holy writ, and seem a saint when most i play the devil. _king richard iii. act i. sc. ._ o, i have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, that, as i am a christian faithful man, i would not spend another such a night, though 't were to buy a world of happy days. _king richard iii. act i. sc. ._ lord, lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! what dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! what ugly sights of death within mine eyes! methought i saw a thousand fearful wrecks, ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, all scattered in the bottom of the sea: some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, as 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. _king richard iii. act i. sc. ._ a parlous boy. _king richard iii. act ii. sc. ._ so wise so young, they say, do never live long.[ - ] _king richard iii. act iii. sc. ._ off with his head![ - ] _king richard iii. act iii. sc. ._ lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, ready with every nod to tumble down. _king richard iii. act iii. sc. ._ even in the afternoon of her best days. _king richard iii. act iii. sc. ._ thou troublest me; i am not in the vein. _king richard iii. act iv. sc. ._ their lips were four red roses on a stalk. _king richard iii. act iv. sc. ._ the sons of edward sleep in abraham's bosom. _king richard iii. act iv. sc. ._ let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women rail on the lord's anointed. _king richard iii. act iv. sc. ._ tetchy and wayward. _king richard iii. act iv. sc. ._ an honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. _king richard iii. act iv. sc. ._ thus far into the bowels of the land have we marched on without impediment. _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ true hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ the king's name is a tower of strength. _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ give me another horse: bind up my wounds. _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ o coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ my conscience hath a thousand several tongues, and every tongue brings in a several tale, and every tale condemns me for a villain. _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ the early village cock hath twice done salutation to the morn. _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ by the apostle paul, shadows to-night have struck more terror to the soul of richard than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ the selfsame heaven that frowns on me looks sadly upon him. _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ a thing devised by the enemy.[ - ] _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ i have set my life upon a cast, and i will stand the hazard of the die: i think there be six richmonds in the field. _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ a horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! _king richard iii. act v. sc. ._ order gave each thing view. _king henry viii. act i. sc. ._ no man's pie is freed from his ambitious finger. _king henry viii. act i. sc. ._ anger is like a full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, self-mettle tires him. _king henry viii. act i. sc. ._ heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself. _king henry viii. act i. sc. ._ 't is but the fate of place, and the rough brake that virtue must go through. _king henry viii. act i. sc. ._ the mirror of all courtesy. _king henry viii. act ii. sc. ._ this bold bad man.[ - ] _king henry viii. act ii. sc. ._ 't is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow. _king henry viii. act ii. sc. ._ orpheus with his lute made trees, and the mountain-tops that freeze, bow themselves when he did sing. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ 't is well said again, and 't is a kind of good deed to say well: and yet words are no deeds. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ and then to breakfast with what appetite you have. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ i have touched the highest point of all my greatness; and from that full meridian of my glory i haste now to my setting: i shall fall like a bright exhalation in the evening, and no man see me more. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ press not a falling man too far! _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! this is the state of man: to-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, and bears his blushing honours thick upon him; the third day comes a frost, a killing frost, and when he thinks, good easy man, full surely his greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, and then he falls, as i do. i have ventured, like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, this many summers in a sea of glory, but far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride at length broke under me and now has left me, weary and old with service, to the mercy of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. vain pomp and glory of this world, i hate ye: i feel my heart new opened. o, how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! there is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have: and when he falls, he falls like lucifer, never to hope again. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ a load would sink a navy. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ and sleep in dull cold marble. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ say, wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, and sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; a sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ i charge thee, fling away ambition: by that sin fell the angels. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; corruption wins not more than honesty. still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, to silence envious tongues. be just, and fear not: let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, thy god's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, o cromwell, thou fall'st a blessed martyr! _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ had i but served my god with half the zeal i served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies. _king henry viii. act iii. sc. ._ a royal train, believe me. _king henry viii. act iv. sc. ._ an old man, broken with the storms of state, is come to lay his weary bones among ye: give him a little earth for charity! _king henry viii. act iv. sc. ._ he gave his honours to the world again, his blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. _king henry viii. act iv. sc. ._ so may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! _king henry viii. act iv. sc. ._ he was a man of an unbounded stomach. _king henry viii. act iv. sc. ._ men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.[ - ] _king henry viii. act iv. sc. ._ he was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; lofty and sour to them that loved him not, but to those men that sought him sweet as summer. _king henry viii. act iv. sc. ._ yet in bestowing, madam, he was most princely. _king henry viii. act iv. sc. ._ after my death i wish no other herald, no other speaker of my living actions, to keep mine honour from corruption, but such an honest chronicler as griffith. _king henry viii. act iv. sc. ._ to dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. _king henry viii. act v. sc. ._ 't is a cruelty to load a falling man. _king henry viii. act v. sc. ._[ - ] you were ever good at sudden commendations. _king henry viii. act v. sc. ._[ - ] i come not to hear such flattery now, and in my presence. _king henry viii. act v. sc. ._[ - ] they are too thin and bare to hide offences. _king henry viii. act v. sc. ._[ - ] those about her from her shall read the perfect ways of honour. _king henry viii. act v. sc. ._[ - ] wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, his honour and the greatness of his name shall be, and make new nations. _king henry viii. act v. sc. ._ a most unspotted lily shall she pass to the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. _king henry viii. act v. sc. ._ i have had my labour for my travail.[ - ] _troilus and cressida. act i. sc. ._ take but degree away, untune that string, and, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets in mere oppugnancy.[ - ] _troilus and cressida. act i. sc. ._ the baby figure of the giant mass of things to come. _troilus and cressida. act i. sc. ._ modest doubt is call'd the beacon of the wise, the tent that searches to the bottom of the worst. _troilus and cressida. act ii. sc. ._ the common curse of mankind,--folly and ignorance. _troilus and cressida. act ii. sc. ._ all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. _troilus and cressida. act iii. sc. ._ welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing. _troilus and cressida. act iii. sc. ._ one touch of nature makes the whole world kin. _troilus and cressida. act iii. sc. ._ and give to dust that is a little gilt more laud than gilt o'er-dusted. _troilus and cressida. act iii. sc. ._ and like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, be shook to air. _troilus and cressida. act iii. sc. ._ his heart and hand both open and both free; for what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. _troilus and cressida. act iv. sc. ._ the end crowns all, and that old common arbitrator, time, will one day end it. _troilus and cressida. act iv. sc. ._ had i a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good marcius, i had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. _coriolanus. act i. sc. ._ nature teaches beasts to know their friends. _coriolanus. act ii. sc. ._ a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying tiber in 't.[ - ] _coriolanus. act ii. sc. ._ many-headed multitude.[ - ] _coriolanus. act ii. sc. ._ i thank you for your voices: thank you: your most sweet voices. _coriolanus. act ii. sc. ._ hear you this triton of the minnows? mark you his absolute "shall"? _coriolanus. act iii. sc. ._ enough, with over-measure. _coriolanus. act iii. sc. ._ his nature is too noble for the world: he would not flatter neptune for his trident, or jove for 's power to thunder. _coriolanus. act iii. sc. ._ that it shall hold companionship in peace with honour, as in war. _coriolanus. act iii. sc. ._ _serv._ where dwellest thou? _cor._ under the canopy. _coriolanus. act iv. sc. ._ a name unmusical to the volscians' ears, and harsh in sound to thine. _coriolanus. act iv. sc. ._ chaste as the icicle that 's curdied by the frost from purest snow and hangs on dian's temple. _coriolanus. act v. sc. ._ if you have writ your annals true, 't is there that, like an eagle in a dove-cote, i flutter'd your volscians in corioli: alone i did it. boy! _coriolanus. act v. sc. ._[ - ] sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. _titus andronicus. act i. sc. ._ she is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; she is a woman, therefore may be won; she is lavinia, therefore must be loved. what, man! more water glideth by the mill than wots the miller of;[ - ] and easy it is of a cut loaf to steal a shive. _titus andronicus. act ii. sc. ._ the eagle suffers little birds to sing. _titus andronicus. act iv. sc. ._ the weakest goes to the wall. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ gregory, remember thy swashing blow. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ an hour before the worshipp'd sun peered forth the golden window of the east. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ as is the bud bit with an envious worm ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, or dedicate his beauty to the sun. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ saint-seducing gold. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ he that is strucken blind cannot forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ one fire burns out another's burning, one pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.[ - ] _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ that book in many's eyes doth share the glory that in gold clasps locks in the golden story. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ for i am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ o, then, i see queen mab hath been with you! she is the fairies' midwife, and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone on the fore-finger of an alderman, drawn with a team of little atomies athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, of breaches, ambuscadoes, spanish blades, of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, and being thus frighted swears a prayer or two and sleeps again. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ true, i talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ for you and i are past our dancing days.[ - ] _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ it seems she hangs[ - ] upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an ethiope's ear. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ shall have the chinks. _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ too early seen unknown, and known too late! _romeo and juliet. act i. sc. ._ young adam cupid, he that shot so trim, when king cophetua loved the beggar maid! _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ he jests at scars that never felt a wound. but, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east, and juliet is the sun. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] see, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! o that i were a glove upon that hand, that i might touch that cheek! _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] o romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou romeo? _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] what 's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] for stony limits cannot hold love out. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] at lovers' perjuries, they say, jove laughs.[ - ] _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] _rom._ lady, by yonder blessed moon i swear, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-- _jul._ o, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] the god of my idolatry. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] too like the lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say, "it lightens." _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] this bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] how silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, that i shall say good night till it be morrow. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] o, mickle is the powerful grace that lies in herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: for nought so vile that on the earth doth live but to the earth some special good doth give, nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; and vice sometimes by action dignified. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, and where care lodges, sleep will never lie. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ stabbed with a white wench's black eye. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ the courageous captain of complements. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ one, two, and the third in your bosom. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ o flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ i am the very pink of courtesy. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ a gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ my man 's as true as steel.[ - ] _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ these violent delights have violent ends. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ here comes the lady! o, so light a foot will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. _romeo and juliet. act ii. sc. ._ thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ a word and a blow.[ - ] _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ a plague o' both your houses! _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ _rom._ courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. _mer._ no, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? o, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace! _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ they may seize on the white wonder of dear juliet's hand and steal immortal blessing from her lips, who, even in pure and vestal modesty, still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ the damned use that word in hell. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ taking the measure of an unmade grave. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our time to come. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ villain and he be many miles asunder. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. _romeo and juliet. act iii. sc. ._ not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. _romeo and juliet. act iv. sc. ._ my bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. _romeo and juliet. act v. sc. ._ i do remember an apothecary,-- and hereabouts he dwells. _romeo and juliet. act v. sc. ._ meagre were his looks, sharp misery had worn him to the bones. _romeo and juliet. act v. sc. ._ a beggarly account of empty boxes. _romeo and juliet. act v. sc. ._ famine is in thy cheeks. _romeo and juliet. act v. sc. ._ the world is not thy friend nor the world's law. _romeo and juliet. act v. sc. ._ _ap._ my poverty, but not my will, consents. _rom._ i pay thy poverty, and not thy will. _romeo and juliet. act v. sc. ._ the strength of twenty men. _romeo and juliet. act v. sc. ._ one writ with me in sour misfortune's book. _romeo and juliet. act v. sc. ._ her beauty makes this vault a feasting presence full of light. _romeo and juliet, act v. sc. ._ beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death's pale flag is not advanced there. _romeo and juliet, act v. sc. ._ eyes, look your last! arms, take your last embrace! _romeo and juliet, act v. sc. ._ but flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, leaving no tract behind. _timon of athens. act i. sc. ._ here 's that which is too weak to be a sinner,--honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. _timon of athens. act i. sc. ._ immortal gods, i crave no pelf; i pray for no man but myself; grant i may never prove so fond, to trust man on his oath or bond. _timon of athens. act i. sc. ._ men shut their doors against a setting sun. _timon of athens. act i. sc. ._ every room hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy. _timon of athens. act ii. sc. ._ 't is lack of kindly warmth. _timon of athens. act ii. sc. ._ every man has his fault, and honesty is his. _timon of athens. act iii. sc. ._ nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. _timon of athens. act iii. sc. ._ we have seen better days. _timon of athens. act iv. sc. ._ are not within the leaf of pity writ. _timon of athens. act iv. sc. ._ i 'll example you with thievery: the sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction robs the vast sea; the moon 's an arrant thief, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun; the sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves the moon into salt tears; the earth 's a thief, that feeds and breeds by a composture stolen from general excrement: each thing 's a thief. _timon of athens. act iv. sc. ._ life's uncertain voyage. _timon of athens. act v. sc. ._ as proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ the live-long day. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ beware the ides of march. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ well, honour is the subject of my story. i cannot tell what you and other men think of this life; but, for my single self, i had as lief not be as live to be in awe of such a thing as i myself. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ "darest thou, cassius, now leap in with me into this angry flood, and swim to yonder point?" upon the word, accoutred as i was, i plunged in and bade him follow. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ help me, cassius, or i sink! _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ ye gods, it doth amaze me a man of such a feeble temper should so get the start of the majestic world and bear the palm alone. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world like a colossus, and we petty men walk under his huge legs and peep about to find ourselves dishonourable graves. men at some time are masters of their fates: the fault, dear brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ conjure with 'em,-- brutus will start a spirit as soon as cæsar. now, in the names of all the gods at once, upon what meat doth this our cæsar feed, that he is grown so great? age, thou art shamed! rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ there was a brutus once that would have brook'd the eternal devil to keep his state in rome as easily as a king. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights: yond cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much: such men are dangerous. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ he reads much; he is a great observer, and he looks quite through the deeds of men. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort as if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit that could be moved to smile at anything. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ but, for my own part, it was greek to me. _julius cæsar. act i. sc. ._ 't is a common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the climber-upward turns his face; but when he once attains the upmost[ - ] round, he then unto the ladder turns his back, looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees by which he did ascend. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ between the acting of a dreadful thing and the first motion, all the interim is like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: the genius and the mortal instruments are then in council; and the state of man, like to a little kingdom, suffers then the nature of an insurrection. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ a dish fit for the gods. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ but when i tell him he hates flatterers, he says he does, being then most flattered. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ boy! lucius! fast asleep? it is no matter; enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, which busy care draws in the brains of men; therefore thou sleep'st so sound. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ with an angry wafture of your hand, gave sign for me to leave you. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ you are my true and honourable wife, as dear to me as are the ruddy drops[ - ] that visit my sad heart. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ think you i am no stronger than my sex, being so father'd and so husbanded? _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, in ranks and squadrons and right form of war, which drizzled blood upon the capitol. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ these things are beyond all use, and i do fear them. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ when beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. of all the wonders that i yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear; seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come. _julius cæsar. act ii. sc. ._ _cæs._ the ides of march are come. _sooth._ ay, cæsar; but not gone. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ but i am constant as the northern star, of whose true-fix'd and resting quality there is no fellow in the firmament. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ et tu, brute! _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ how many ages hence shall this our lofty scene be acted over in states unborn and accents yet unknown! _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ the choice and master spirits of this age. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ though last, not least in love.[ - ] _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ o, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, that i am meek and gentle with these butchers! thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever lived in the tide of times. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ cry "havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ not that i loved cæsar less, but that i loved rome more. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ who is here so base that would be a bondman? _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ if any, speak; for him have i offended. i pause for a reply. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; i come to bury cæsar, not to praise him. the evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ for brutus is an honourable man; so are they all, all honourable men. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ when that the poor have cried, cæsar hath wept: ambition should be made of sterner stuff. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ o judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ but yesterday the word of cæsar might have stood against the world; now lies he there, and none so poor to do him reverence. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ if you have tears, prepare to shed them now. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ see what a rent the envious casca made. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ this was the most unkindest cut of all. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ great cæsar fell. o, what a fall was there, my countrymen! then i, and you, and all of us fell down, whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ what private griefs they have, alas, i know not. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ i come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: i am no orator, as brutus is; but, as you know me all, a plain blunt man. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ i only speak right on. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ put a tongue in every wound of cæsar that should move the stones of rome to rise and mutiny. _julius cæsar. act iii. sc. ._ when love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony. there are no tricks in plain and simple faith. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ you yourself are much condemn'd to have an itching palm. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ the foremost man of all this world. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ i had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, than such a roman. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ i said, an elder soldier, not a better: did i say "better"? _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ there is no terror, cassius, in your threats, for i am arm'd so strong in honesty that they pass by me as the idle wind, which i respect not. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ should i have answer'd caius cassius so? when marcus brutus grows so covetous, to lock such rascal counters from his friends, be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts: dash him to pieces! _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ a friend should bear his friend's infirmities, but brutus makes mine greater than they are. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ all his faults observed, set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ there is a tide in the affairs of men which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ the deep of night is crept upon our talk, and nature must obey necessity. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ _brutus._ then i shall see thee again? _ghost._ ay, at philippi. _brutus._ why, i will see thee at philippi, then. _julius cæsar. act iv. sc. ._ but for your words, they rob the hybla bees, and leave them honeyless. _julius cæsar. act v. sc. ._ forever, and forever, farewell, cassius! if we do meet again, why, we shall smile; if not, why then this parting was well made. _julius cæsar. act v. sc. ._ o, that a man might know the end of this day's business ere it come! _julius cæsar. act v. sc. ._ the last of all the romans, fare thee well! _julius cæsar. act v. sc. ._ this was the noblest roman of them all. _julius cæsar. act v. sc. ._ his life was gentle, and the elements so mix'd in him, that nature might stand up and say to all the world, "this was a man!" _julius cæsar. act v. sc. ._ _ w._ when shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? _ w._ when the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ fair is foul, and foul is fair. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ banners flout the sky. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ sleep shall neither night nor day hang upon his pent-house lid. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ dwindle, peak, and pine. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ what are these so wither'd and so wild in their attire, that look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, and yet are on 't? _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ if you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ stands not within the prospect of belief. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ the earth hath bubbles as the water has, and these are of them. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ the insane root that takes the reason prisoner. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ and oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray 's in deepest consequence. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ and make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature. present fears are less than horrible imaginings. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ nothing is but what is not. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ if chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 't were a careless trifle. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ there 's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ more is thy due than more than all can pay. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ yet do i fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ what thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, and yet wouldst wrongly win. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters. to beguile the time, look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under 't. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ which shall to all our nights and days to come give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ this castle hath a pleasant seat; the air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ the heaven's breath smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: where they most breed and haunt, i have observed, the air is delicate. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ if it were done when 't is done, then 't were well it were done quickly: if the assassination could trammel up the consequence, and catch with his surcease success; that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here, but here, upon this bank and shoal of time, we 'ld jump the life to come. but in these cases we still have judgment here; that we but teach bloody instructions, which being taught, return to plague the inventor: this even-handed justice commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice to our own lips. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ besides, this duncan hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been so clear in his great office, that his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against the deep damnation of his taking-off; and pity, like a naked new-born babe, striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air, shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, that tears shall drown the wind. i have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on the other. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ i have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ letting "i dare not" wait upon "i would," like the poor cat i' the adage.[ - ] _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ i dare do all that may become a man; who dares do more is none. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ nor time nor place did then adhere. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ _macb._ if we should fail? _lady m._ we fail! but screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we 'll not fail. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ memory, the warder of the brain. _macbeth. act i. sc. ._ there 's husbandry in heaven; their candles are all out. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._ shut up in measureless content. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._ is this a dagger which i see before me, the handle toward my hand? come, let me clutch thee. i have thee not, and yet i see thee still. art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight? or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._ thou marshall'st me the way that i was going. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._ now o'er the one half-world nature seems dead. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._ thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear thy very stones prate of my whereabout. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._ the bell invites me. hear it not, duncan; for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._ it was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, which gives the stern'st good-night. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] the attempt and not the deed confounds us. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] i had most need of blessing, and "amen" stuck in my throat. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] methought i heard a voice cry, "sleep no more! macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep, sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] infirm of purpose! _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] 't is the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] will all great neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? no, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] the labour we delight in physics pain. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] dire combustion and confused events new hatch'd to the woful time. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee! _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] confusion now hath made his masterpiece! most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the lord's anointed temple, and stole thence the life o' the building! _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] the wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees is left this vault to brag of. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, loyal and neutral, in a moment? _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] there 's daggers in men's smiles. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] a falcon, towering in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._[ - ] thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up thine own life's means! _macbeth. act ii. sc. ._ i must become a borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ let every man be master of his time till seven at night. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, and put a barren sceptre in my gripe, thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, no son of mine succeeding. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ _mur._ we are men, my liege. _mac._ ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ i am one, my liege, whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incensed that i am reckless what i do to spite the world. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ so weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, that i would set my life on any chance, to mend it, or be rid on 't. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ things without all remedy should be without regard; what 's done is done. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ we have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy. duncan is in his grave; after life's fitful fever he sleeps well: treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, can touch him further. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ in them nature's copy 's not eterne. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ a deed of dreadful note. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, till thou applaud the deed. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ now spurs the lated traveller apace to gain the timely inn. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ but now i am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both! _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ thou canst not say i did it; never shake thy gory locks at me. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ the air-drawn dagger. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ the time has been, that when the brains were out the man would die, and there an end; but now they rise again, with twenty mortal murders on their crowns, and push us from our stools. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ i drink to the general joy o' the whole table. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ thou hast no speculation in those eyes which thou dost glare with! _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ a thing of custom,--'t is no other; only it spoils the pleasure of the time. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ what man dare, i dare: approach thou like the rugged russian bear, the arm'd rhinoceros, or the hyrcan tiger,-- take any shape but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ hence, horrible shadow! unreal mockery, hence! _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ you have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ can such things be, and overcome us like a summer's cloud, without our special wonder? _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ _macb._ what is the night? _l. macb._ almost at odds with morning, which is which. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ i am in blood stepp'd in so far that, should i wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ my little spirit, see, sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. _macbeth. act iii. sc. ._ double, double toil and trouble; fire burn, and cauldron bubble. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. open, locks, whoever knocks! _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ how now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ a deed without a name. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ i 'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ show his eyes, and grieve his heart; come like shadows, so depart! _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ what, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ i 'll charm the air to give a sound, while you perform your antic round.[ - ] _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ the weird sisters. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ the flighty purpose never is o'ertook, unless the deed go with it. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ when our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, uproar the universal peace, confound all unity on earth. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ stands scotland where it did? _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ what, all my pretty chickens and their dam at one fell swoop? _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ i cannot but remember such things were, that were most precious to me. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ o, i could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ the night is long that never finds the day. _macbeth. act iv. sc. ._ out, damned spot! out, i say! _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ all the perfumes of arabia will not sweeten this little hand. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ till birnam wood remove to dunsinane, i cannot taint with fear. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ my way of life is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; and that which should accompany old age, as honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, i must not look to have; but in their stead curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ _doct._ not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, that keep her from her rest. _macb._ cure her of that. canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart? _doct._ therein the patient must minister to himself. _macb._ throw physic to the dogs: i 'll none of it. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ i would applaud thee to the very echo, that should applaud again. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ hang out our banners on the outward walls; the cry is still, "they come!" our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in 't: i have supp'd full with horrors. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. out, out, brief candle! life 's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ i pull in resolution, and begin to doubt the equivocation of the fiend that lies like truth: "fear not, till birnam wood do come to dunsinane." _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ i gin to be aweary of the sun. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ blow, wind! come, wrack! at least we 'll die with harness on our back. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._ i bear a charmed life. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._[ - ] and be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, that palter with us in a double sense: that keep the word of promise to our ear and break it to our hope. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._[ - ] live to be the show and gaze o' the time. _macbeth. act v. sc. ._[ - ] lay on, macduff, and damn'd be him that first cries, "hold, enough!" _macbeth. act v. sc. ._[ - ] for this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, and i am sick at heart. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ but in the gross and scope of my opinion, this bodes some strange eruption to our state. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ whose sore task does not divide the sunday from the week. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ this sweaty haste doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ in the most high and palmy state of rome, a little ere the mightiest julius fell, the graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead did squeak and gibber in the roman streets. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ and then it started like a guilty thing upon a fearful summons. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, the extravagant and erring spirit hies to his confine. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ it faded on the crowing of the cock. some say that ever 'gainst that season comes wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated, the bird of dawning singeth all night long: and then, they say, no spirit dares stir[ - ] abroad; the nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, no fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, so hallow'd and so gracious is the time. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ so have i heard, and do in part believe it. but, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.[ - ] _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ the memory be green. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ with an auspicious and a dropping eye,[ - ] with mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, in equal scale weighing delight and dole. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ the head is not more native to the heart. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ a little more than kin, and less than kind. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ all that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ seems, madam! nay, it is; i know not "seems." 't is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, nor customary suits of solemn black. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ but i have that within which passeth show; these but the trappings and the suits of woe. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ 't is a fault to heaven, a fault against the dead, a fault to nature, to reason most absurd. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ o, that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew! or that the everlasting had not fix'd his canon 'gainst self-slaughter! o god! god! how weary, stale, flat and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ that it should come to this! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, that he might not beteem the winds of heaven visit her face too roughly. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ why, she would hang on him, as if increase of appetite had grown by what it fed on. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ frailty, thy name is woman! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ a little month. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ like niobe, all tears. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ a beast, that wants discourse of reason. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ my father's brother, but no more like my father than i to hercules. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ it is not nor it cannot come to good. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ thrift, thrift, horatio! the funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. would i had met my dearest foe in heaven or ever i had seen that day. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ in my mind's eye, horatio. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ he was a man, take him for all in all, i shall not look upon his like again. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ season your admiration for a while. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ in the dead vast and middle of the night. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.[ - ] _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ a countenance more in sorrow than in anger. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ while one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ _ham._ his beard was grizzled,--no? _hor._ it was, as i have seen it in his life, a sable silver'd. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ let it be tenable in your silence still. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ gave it an understanding, but no tongue. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ foul deeds will rise, though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ a violet in the youth of primy nature, forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, the perfume and suppliance of a minute. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ the chariest maid is prodigal enough, if she unmask her beauty to the moon: virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes: the canker galls the infants of the spring too oft before their buttons be disclosed, and in the morn and liquid dew of youth contagious blastments are most imminent. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ do not, as some ungracious pastors do, show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, and recks not his own rede.[ - ] _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ give thy thoughts no tongue. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops[ - ] of steel. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ beware of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, but not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; for the apparel oft proclaims the man. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ neither a borrower nor a lender be; for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. this above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ springes to catch woodcocks. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ _ham._ the air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. _hor._ it is a nipping and an eager air. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ but to my mind, though i am native here and to the manner born, it is a custom more honoured in the breach than the observance. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ angels and ministers of grace, defend us! be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, be thy intents wicked or charitable, thou comest in such a questionable shape that i will speak to thee: i 'll call thee hamlet, king, father, royal dane: o, answer me! let me not burst in ignorance, but tell why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre, wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws to cast thee up again. what may this mean, that thou, dead corse, again in complete steel revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, making night hideous,[ - ] and we fools of nature so horridly to shake our disposition with thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ i do not set my life at a pin's fee. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ my fate cries out, and makes each petty artery in this body as hardy as the nemean lion's nerve. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ unhand me, gentlemen. by heaven, i 'll make a ghost of him that lets me! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ something is rotten in the state of denmark. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ i am thy father's spirit, doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, and for the day confin'd to fast in fires,[ - ] till the foul crimes done in my days of nature are burnt and purg'd away. but that i am forbid to tell the secrets of my prison-house, i could a tale unfold, whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, thy knotted and combined locks to part and each particular hair to stand an end, like quills upon the fretful porpentine:[ - ] but this eternal blazon must not be to ears of flesh and blood. list, list, o, list! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ and duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed that roots itself[ - ] in ease on lethe wharf. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ o my prophetic soul! my uncle! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ o hamlet, what a falling-off was there! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ but, soft! methinks i scent the morning air; brief let me be. sleeping within my orchard, my custom always of the afternoon. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled, no reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ leave her to heaven and to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, to prick and sting her. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ the glow-worm shows the matin to be near, and 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. remember thee! yea, from the table of my memory i 'll wipe away all trivial fond records. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ within the book and volume of my brain. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ o villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! my tables,--meet it is i set it down, that one may smile, and smile, and be a villain: at least i 'm sure it may be so in denmark. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ _ham._ there 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all denmark but he 's an arrant knave. _hor._ there needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave to tell us this. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ every man has business and desire, such as it is. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ art thou there, truepenny? come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ o day and night, but this is wondrous strange! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ there are more things in heaven and earth, horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ rest, rest, perturbed spirit! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ the time is out of joint: o cursed spite, that ever i was born to set it right! _hamlet. act i. sc. ._ the flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, a savageness in unreclaimed blood. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ this is the very ecstasy of love. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ brevity is the soul of wit.[ - ] _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ more matter, with less art. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ that he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity; and pity 't is 't is true. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ find out the cause of this effect, or rather say, the cause of this defect, for this effect defective comes by cause. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt i love. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ to be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ still harping on my daughter. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ _pol._ what do you read, my lord? _ham._ words, words, words. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ they have a plentiful lack of wit. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ on fortune's cap we are not the very button. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ a dream itself is but a shadow. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ beggar that i am, i am even poor in thanks. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. what a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ man delights not me: no, nor woman neither. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ i know a hawk from a handsaw. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ o jephthah, judge of israel, what a treasure hadst thou! _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ one fair daughter and no more, the which he loved passing well. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ come, give us a taste of your quality. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ the play, i remember, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to the general. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ what 's hecuba to him, or he to hecuba, that he should weep for her? _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ unpack my heart with words, and fall a-cursing, like a very drab. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ for murder, though it have no tongue, will speak with most miraculous organ.[ - ] _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ the devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ abuses me to damn me. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ the play 's the thing wherein i 'll catch the conscience of the king. _hamlet. act ii. sc. ._ with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ to be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? to die: to sleep: no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. to die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub: for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause: there 's the respect that makes calamity of so long life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels[ - ] bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remember'd. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ i am myself indifferent honest. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. get thee to a nunnery, go. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ i have heard of your paintings too, well enough; god has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ o, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! the courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ the expectancy and rose of the fair state, the glass of fashion and the mould of form, the observed of all observers! _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ now see that noble and most sovereign reason, like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ o, woe is me, to have seen what i have seen, see what i see! _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as i may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. i would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing termagant; it out-herods herod. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ not to speak it profanely. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ i have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ _first play._ we have reformed that indifferently with us, sir. _ham._ o, reform it altogether. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ horatio, thou art e'en as just a man as e'er my conversation coped withal. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ no, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ a man that fortune's buffets and rewards hast ta'en with equal thanks. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ they are not a pipe for fortune's finger to sound what stop she please. give me that man that is not passion's slave, and i will wear him in my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, as i do thee.--something too much of this. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ and my imaginations are as foul as vulcan's stithy. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ here 's metal more attractive. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ nay, then, let the devil wear black, for i 'll have a suit of sables. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ there 's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ for, o, for, o, the hobby-horse is forgot. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ this is miching mallecho; it means mischief. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ _ham._ is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? _oph._ 't is brief, my lord. _ham._ as woman's love. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ our wills and fates do so contrary run that our devices still are overthrown. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ the lady doth protest[ - ] too much, methinks. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ the story is extant, and writ in choice italian. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ why, let the stricken deer go weep, the hart ungalled play; for some must watch, while some must sleep: so runs the world away. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ 't is as easy as lying. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ it will discourse most eloquent music. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ pluck out the heart of my mystery. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ do you think i am easier to be played on than a pipe? _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ _ham._ do you see yonder cloud that 's almost in shape of a camel? _pol._ by the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed. _ham._ methinks it is like a weasel. _pol._ it is backed like a weasel. _ham._ or like a whale? _pol._ very like a whale. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ they fool me to the top of my bent. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ by and by is easily said. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ 't is now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ i will speak daggers to her, but use none. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ o, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; it hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, a brother's murder. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ like a man to double business bound, i stand in pause where i shall first begin, and both neglect. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ 't is not so above; there is no shuffling, there the action lies in his true nature. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ o limed soul, that, struggling to be free, art more engag'd! help, angels! make assay! bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ with all his crimes broad blown, as flush as may. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ about some act that has no relish of salvation in 't. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ my words fly up, my thoughts remain below: words without thoughts never to heaven go. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ dead, for a ducat, dead! _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ and let me wring your heart; for so i shall, if it be made of penetrable stuff. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ such an act that blurs the grace and blush of modesty. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ false as dicers' oaths. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ a rhapsody of words. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ what act that roars so loud, and thunders in the index? _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ look here, upon this picture, and on this, the counterfeit presentment of two brothers. see, what a grace was seated on this brow: hyperion's curls; the front of jove himself; an eye like mars, to threaten and command; a station like the herald mercury new-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,-- a combination and a form indeed, where every god did seem to set his seal, to give the world assurance of a man. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ at your age the hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ o shame! where is thy blush? rebellions hell, if thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, to flaming youth let virtue be as wax, and melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame when the compulsive ardour gives the charge, since frost itself as actively doth burn, and reason panders will. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ a cutpurse of the empire and the rule, that from a shelf the precious diadem stole, and put it in his pocket! _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ a king of shreds and patches. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ how is 't with you, that you do bend your eye on vacancy? _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ this is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy is very cunning in. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ bring me to the test, and i the matter will re-word; which madness would gambol from. mother, for love of grace, lay not that flattering unction to your soul. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ confess yourself to heaven; repent what 's past; avoid what is to come. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ assume a virtue, if you have it not. that monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, of habits devil, is angel yet in this. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ refrain to-night, and that shall lend a kind of easiness to the next abstinence: the next more easy; for use almost can change the stamp of nature. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ i must be cruel, only to be kind: thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ for 't is the sport to have the enginer hoist with his own petar. _hamlet. act iii. sc. ._ diseases desperate grown by desperate appliance are relieved, or not at all.[ - ] _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ a man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ sure, he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and godlike reason to fust in us unused. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ rightly to be great is not to stir without great argument, but greatly to find quarrel in a straw when honour 's at the stake. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ so full of artless jealousy is guilt, it spills itself in fearing to be spilt. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ we know what we are, but know not what we may be. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ to-morrow is saint valentine's day, all in the morning betime. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ come, my coach! good night, sweet ladies; good night. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ when sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ there 's such divinity doth hedge a king, that treason can but peep to what it would. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, it sends some precious instance of itself after the thing it loves. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ there 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance; . . . and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ you must wear your rue with a difference. there 's a daisy; i would give you some violets, but they withered. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ his beard was as white as snow, all flaxen was his poll. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ a very riband in the cap of youth. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ that we would do, we should do when we would. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ one woe doth tread upon another's heel, so fast they follow.[ - ] _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ nature her custom holds, let shame say what it will. _hamlet. act iv. sc. ._ _ clo._ argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. _ clo._ but is this law? _ clo._ ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ there is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ cudgel thy brains no more about it. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ has this fellow no feeling of his business? _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ a politician, . . . one that would circumvent god. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ one that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ how absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ alas, poor yorick! i knew him, horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. here hung those lips that i have kissed i know not how oft. where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ to what base uses we may return, horatio! why may not imagination trace the noble dust of alexander, till we find it stopping a bung-hole? _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ 't were to consider too curiously, to consider so. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ imperious cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, might stop a hole to keep the wind away. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ lay her i' the earth: and from her fair and unpolluted flesh may violets spring![ - ] _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ a ministering angel shall my sister be.[ - ] _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ sweets to the sweet: farewell! _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ i thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, and not have strew'd thy grave. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ though i am not splenitive and rash, yet have i something in me dangerous. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ nay, an thou 'lt mouth, i 'll rant as well as thou. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ let hercules himself do what he may, the cat will mew and dog will have his day. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ there 's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.[ - ] _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ i once did hold it, as our statists do, a baseness to write fair. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ it did me yeoman's service. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ the bravery of his grief did put me into a towering passion. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ what imports the nomination of this gentleman? _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ the phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ 't is the breathing time of day with me. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ there 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. if it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes? _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ i have shot mine arrow o'er the house, and hurt my brother. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ now the king drinks to hamlet. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ a hit, a very palpable hit. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ this fell sergeant, death, is strict in his arrest. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ report me and my cause aright. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ i am more an antique roman than a dane. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ absent thee from felicity awhile. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ the rest is silence. _hamlet. act v. sc. ._ although the last, not least. _king lear. act i. sc. ._ nothing will come of nothing. _king lear. act i. sc. ._ mend your speech a little, lest it may mar your fortunes. _king lear. act i. sc. ._ i want that glib and oily art, to speak and purpose not. _king lear. act i. sc. ._ a still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue as i am glad i have not. _king lear. act i. sc. ._ time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. _king lear. act i. sc. ._ as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion. _king lear. act i. sc. ._ that which ordinary men are fit for, i am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence. _king lear. act i. sc. ._ ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend! _king lear. act i. sc. ._ how sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child! _king lear. act i. sc. ._ striving to better, oft we mar what 's well. _king lear. act i. sc. ._ hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, thy element 's below. _king lear. act ii. sc. ._ nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine. _king lear. act ii. sc. ._ necessity's sharp pinch! _king lear. act ii. sc. ._ let not women's weapons, water-drops, stain my man's cheeks! _king lear. act ii. sc. ._ blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ i tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ a poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ tremble, thou wretch, that hast within thee undivulged crimes, unwhipp'd of justice. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ i am a man more sinn'd against than sinning. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, that bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, how shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you from seasons such as these? _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ take physic, pomp; expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ out-paramoured the turk. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ 't is a naughty night to swim in. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ the green mantle of the standing pool. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ but mice and rats, and such small deer, have been tom's food for seven long year. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ the prince of darkness is a gentleman.[ - ] _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ poor tom 's a-cold. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ i 'll talk a word with this same learned theban. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ child rowland to the dark tower came, his word was still,--fie, foh, and fum, i smell the blood of a british man. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ the little dogs and all, tray, blanch, and sweetheart, see, they bark at me. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, hound or spaniel, brach or lym, or bobtail tike or trundle-tail. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ i am tied to the stake, and i must stand the course. _king lear. act iii. sc. ._ the lowest and most dejected thing of fortune. _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ the worst is not so long as we can say, "this is the worst." _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ patience and sorrow strove who should express her goodliest. _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ half way down hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! methinks he seems no bigger than his head: the fishermen that walk upon the beach appear like mice. _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ nature 's above art in that respect. _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ ay, every inch a king. _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ a man may see how this world goes with no eyes. look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; robes and furr'd gowns hide all. _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ mine enemy's dog, though he had bit me, should have stood that night against my fire. _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ pray you now, forget and forgive. _king lear. act iv. sc. ._ upon such sacrifices, my cordelia, the gods themselves throw incense. _king lear. act v. sc. ._ the gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us. _king lear. act v. sc. ._ her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low,--an excellent thing in woman. _king lear. act v. sc. ._ vex not his ghost: o, let him pass! he hates him much that would upon the rack of this tough world stretch him out longer. _king lear. act v. sc. ._ that never set a squadron in the field, nor the division of a battle knows. _othello. act i. sc. ._ the bookish theoric. _othello. act i. sc. ._ 't is the curse of service, preferment goes by letter and affection, and not by old gradation, where each second stood heir to the first. _othello. act i. sc. ._ we cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot be truly follow'd. _othello. act i. sc. ._ whip me such honest knaves. _othello. act i. sc. ._ i will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at. _othello. act i. sc. ._ you are one of those that will not serve god, if the devil bid you. _othello. act i. sc. ._ the wealthy curled darlings of our nation. _othello. act i. sc. ._ most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, my very noble and approv'd good masters, that i have ta'en away this old man's daughter, it is most true; true, i have married her: the very head and front of my offending hath this extent, no more. rude am i in my speech,[ - ] and little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace: for since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, till now some nine moons wasted, they have used their dearest action in the tented field, and little of this great world can i speak, more than pertains to feats of broil and battle, and therefore little shall i grace my cause in speaking for myself. yet, by your gracious patience, i will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver of my whole course of love. _othello. act i. sc. ._ her father loved me; oft invited me; still question'd me the story of my life, from year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, that i have passed. i ran it through, even from my boyish days, to the very moment that he bade me tell it: wherein i spake of most disastrous chances, of moving accidents by flood and field, of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, of being taken by the insolent foe and sold to slavery, of my redemption thence and portance in my travels' history; wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, it was my hint to speak,--such was the process; and of the cannibals that each other eat, the anthropophagi, and men whose heads do grow beneath their shoulders. this to hear[ - ] would desdemona seriously incline. _othello. act i. sc. ._ and often did beguile her of her tears, when i did speak of some distressful stroke that my youth suffer'd. my story being done, she gave me for my pains a world of sighs; she swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange. 't was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful; she wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd that heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, and bade me, if i had a friend that loved her, i should but teach him how to tell my story, and that would woo her. upon this hint i spake: she loved me for the dangers i had pass'd, and i loved her that she did pity them. this only is the witchcraft i have used. _othello. act i. sc. ._ i do perceive here a divided duty. _othello. act i. sc. ._ the robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief. _othello. act i. sc. ._ the tyrant custom, most grave senators, hath made the flinty and steel couch of war my thrice-driven bed of down. _othello. act i. sc. ._ i saw othello's visage in his mind. _othello. act i. sc. ._ put money in thy purse. _othello. act i. sc. ._ the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. _othello. act i. sc. ._ framed to make women false. _othello. act i. sc. ._ one that excels the quirks of blazoning pens. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ for i am nothing, if not critical. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ i am not merry; but i do beguile the thing i am, by seeming otherwise. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ she that was ever fair and never proud, had tongue at will, and yet was never loud. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ she was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- _des._ to do what? _iago._ to suckle fools and chronicle small beer. _des._ o most lame and impotent conclusion! _othello. act ii. sc. ._ you may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ if after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have waken'd death! _othello. act ii. sc. ._ egregiously an ass. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ i have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ potations pottle-deep. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ king stephen was a worthy peer, his breeches cost him but a crown; he held them sixpence all too dear,-- with that he called the tailor lown.[ - ] _othello. act ii. sc. ._ silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle from her propriety. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ your name is great in mouths of wisest censure. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ cassio, i love thee; but never more be officer of mine. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ _iago._ what, are you hurt, lieutenant? _cas._ ay, past all surgery. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ reputation, reputation, reputation! oh, i have lost my reputation! i have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ o thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil! _othello. act ii. sc. ._ o god, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! _othello. act ii. sc. ._ _cas._ every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil. _iago._ come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used. _othello. act ii. sc. ._ how poor are they that have not patience! _othello. act ii. sc. ._ excellent wretch! perdition catch my soul, but i do love thee! and when i love thee not, chaos is come again.[ - ] _othello. act iii. sc. ._ speak to me as to thy thinkings, as thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts the worst of words. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ good name in man and woman, dear my lord, is the immediate jewel of their souls: who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 't was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands; but he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ o, beware, my lord, of jealousy! it is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ but, o, what damned minutes tells he o'er who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly[ - ] loves! _othello. act iii. sc. ._ poor and content is rich and rich enough. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ to be once in doubt is once to be resolv'd. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ if i do prove her haggard, though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, i 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind, to prey at fortune. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ i am declined into the vale of years. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ o curse of marriage, that we can call these delicate creatures ours, and not their appetites! i had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapour of a dungeon, than keep a corner in the thing i love for others' uses. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ not poppy, nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep which thou owedst yesterday. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ i swear 't is better to be much abused than but to know 't a little. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ he that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ o, now, for ever farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! farewell the plumed troop and the big wars that make ambition virtue! o, farewell! farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, the spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, the royal banner, and all quality, pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! and, o you mortal engines, whose rude throats the immortal jove's dread clamours counterfeit, farewell! othello's occupation 's gone! _othello. act iii. sc. ._ be sure of it; give me the ocular proof. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ no hinge nor loop to hang a doubt on. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ on horror's head horrors accumulate. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ take note, take note, o world, to be direct and honest is not safe. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ but this denoted a foregone conclusion. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ swell, bosom, with thy fraught, for 't is of aspics' tongues! _othello. act iii. sc. ._ like to the pontic sea, whose icy current and compulsive course ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on to the propontic and the hellespont, even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, till that a capable and wide revenge swallow them up. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. _othello. act iii. sc. ._ to beguile many, and be beguil'd by one. _othello. act iv. sc. ._ they laugh that win.[ - ] _othello. act iv. sc. ._ but yet the pity of it, iago! o iago, the pity of it, iago! _othello. act iv. sc. ._ i understand a fury in your words, but not the words. _othello. act iv. sc. ._ steep'd me in poverty to the very lips. _othello. act iv. sc. ._ but, alas, to make me a fixed figure for the time of scorn to point his slow unmoving finger[ - ] at! _othello. act iv. sc. ._ patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin. _othello. act iv. sc. ._ o thou weed, who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet that the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born. _othello. act iv. sc. ._ o heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, and put in every honest hand a whip to lash the rascals naked through the world! _othello. act iv. sc. ._ 't is neither here nor there. _othello. act iv. sc. ._ it makes us or it mars us. _othello. act v. sc. ._ every way makes my gain. _othello. act v. sc. ._ he hath a daily beauty in his life. _othello. act v. sc. ._ this is the night that either makes me or fordoes me quite. _othello. act v. sc. ._ and smooth as monumental alabaster. _othello. act v. sc. ._ put out the light, and then put out the light: if i quench thee, thou flaming minister, i can again thy former light restore should i repent me; but once put out thy light, thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, i know not where is that promethean heat that can thy light relume. _othello. act v. sc. ._ so sweet was ne'er so fatal. _othello. act v. sc. ._ had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge had stomach for them all. _othello. act v. sc. ._ one entire and perfect chrysolite. _othello. act v. sc. ._ curse his better angel from his side, and fall to reprobation. _othello. act v. sc. ._ every puny whipster. _othello. act v. sc. ._ man but a rush against othello's breast, and he retires. _othello. act v. sc. ._ i have done the state some service, and they know 't. no more of that. i pray you, in your letters, when you shall these unlucky deeds relate, speak of me as i am; nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. then, must you speak of one that loved not wisely but too well; of one not easily jealous, but being wrought perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, like the base indian, threw a pearl away richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, albeit unused to the melting mood, drop tears as fast as the arabian trees their medicinal gum. _othello. act v. sc. ._ i took by the throat the circumcised dog, and smote him, thus. _othello. act v. sc. ._ there 's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. _antony and cleopatra. act i. sc. ._ on the sudden a roman thought hath struck him. _antony and cleopatra. act i. sc. ._ this grief is crowned with consolation. _antony and cleopatra. act i. sc. ._ give me to drink mandragora. _antony and cleopatra. act i. sc. ._ where 's my serpent of old nile? _antony and cleopatra. act i. sc. ._ a morsel for a monarch. _antony and cleopatra. act i. sc. ._ my salad days, when i was green in judgment. _antony and cleopatra. act i. sc. ._ epicurean cooks sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. _antony and cleopatra. act ii. sc. ._ small to greater matters must give way. _antony and cleopatra. act ii. sc. ._ the barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold; purple the sails, and so perfumed that the winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made the water which they beat to follow faster, as amorous of their strokes. for her own person, it beggar'd all description. _antony and cleopatra. act ii. sc. ._ age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. _antony and cleopatra. act ii. sc. ._ i have not kept my square; but that to come shall all be done by the rule. _antony and cleopatra. act ii. sc. ._ 't was merry when you wager'd on your angling; when your diver did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he with fervency drew up. _antony and cleopatra. act ii. sc. ._ come, thou monarch of the vine, plumpy bacchus with pink eyne! _antony and cleopatra. act ii. sc. ._ who does i' the wars more than his captain can becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him. _antony and cleopatra. act iii. sc. ._ he wears the rose of youth upon him. _antony and cleopatra. act iii. sc. ._ men's judgments are a parcel of their fortunes; and things outward do draw the inward quality after them, to suffer all alike. _antony and cleopatra. act iii. sc. ._ to business that we love we rise betime, and go to 't with delight. _antony and cleopatra. act iv. sc. ._ this morning, like the spirit of a youth that means to be of note, begins betimes. _antony and cleopatra. act iv. sc. ._ the shirt of nessus is upon me. _antony and cleopatra. act iv. sc. ._ sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish; a vapour sometime like a bear or lion, a tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, a forked mountain, or blue promontory with trees upon 't. _antony and cleopatra. act iv. sc. ._ that which is now a horse, even with a thought the rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, as water is in water. _antony and cleopatra. act iv. sc. ._ since cleopatra died, i have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods detest my baseness. _antony and cleopatra. act iv. sc. ._ i am dying, egypt, dying. _antony and cleopatra. act iv. sc. ._ o, wither'd is the garland of the war, the soldier's pole is fallen.[ - ] _antony and cleopatra. act iv. sc. ._ let 's do it after the high roman fashion. _antony and cleopatra. act iv. sc. ._ for his bounty, there was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was that grew the more by reaping. _antony and cleopatra. act v. sc. ._ if there be, or ever were, one such, it 's past the size of dreaming. _antony and cleopatra. act v. sc. ._ mechanic slaves with greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. _antony and cleopatra. act v. sc. ._ i have immortal longings in me. _antony and cleopatra. act v. sc. ._ lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. _cymbeline. act i. sc. ._ hath his bellyful of fighting. _cymbeline. act ii. sc. ._ how bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. _cymbeline. act ii. sc. ._ the most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. _cymbeline. act ii. sc. ._ hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, and phoebus 'gins arise,[ - ] his steeds to water at those springs on chaliced flowers that lies; and winking mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes: with everything that pretty is, my lady sweet, arise. _cymbeline. act ii. sc. ._ as chaste as unsunn'd snow. _cymbeline. act ii. sc. ._ some griefs are medicinable. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ so slippery that the fear 's as bad as falling. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ the game is up. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ no, 't is slander, whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue outvenoms all the worms of nile, whose breath rides on the posting winds, and doth belie all corners of the world. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ some jay of italy, whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: poor i am stale, a garment out of fashion. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ it is no act of common passage, but a strain of rareness. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ i have not slept one wink. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ thou art all the comfort the gods will diet me with. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ weariness can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth finds the down pillow hard. _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ an angel! or, if not, an earthly paragon! _cymbeline. act iii. sc. ._ triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys is jollity for apes and grief for boys. _cymbeline. act iv. sc. ._ and put my clouted brogues from off my feet. _cymbeline. act iv. sc. ._ golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust. _cymbeline. act iv. sc. ._ o, never say hereafter but i am truest speaker. you call'd me brother when i was but your sister. _cymbeline. act v. sc. ._ like an arrow shot from a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark his eye doth level at. _pericles. act i. sc. ._ _ fish._ master, i marvel how the fishes live in the sea. _ fish._ why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones. _pericles. act ii. sc. ._ bid me discourse, i will enchant thine ear. _venus and adonis. line ._ for he being dead, with him is beauty slain, and, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. _venus and adonis. line ._ the grass stoops not, she treads on it so light. _venus and adonis. line ._ for greatest scandal waits on greatest state. _lucrece. line ._ thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee calls back the lovely april of her prime. _sonnet iii._ and stretched metre of an antique song. _sonnet xvii._ but thy eternal summer shall not fade. _sonnet xviii._ the painful warrior famoused for fight,[ - ] after a thousand victories, once foil'd, is from the books of honour razed quite, and all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. _sonnet xxv._ when to the sessions of sweet silent thought i summon up remembrance of things past, i sigh the lack of many a thing i sought, and with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. _sonnet xxx._ full many a glorious morning have i seen. _sonnet xxxiii._ my grief lies onward and my joy behind. _sonnet l._ like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, or captain jewels in the carcanet. _sonnet lii._ the rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem for that sweet odour which doth in it live. _sonnet liv._ not marble, nor the gilded monuments of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. _sonnet lv._ since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, but sad mortality o'ersways their power, how with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, whose action is no stronger than a flower? _sonnet lxv._ and art made tongue-tied by authority. _sonnet lxvi._ and simple truth miscall'd simplicity, and captive good attending captain ill. _sonnet lxvi._ the ornament of beauty is suspect, a crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. _sonnet lxx._ that time of year thou may'st in me behold, when yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-- bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. _sonnet lxxiii._ your monument shall be my gentle verse, which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, and tongues to be your being shall rehearse when all the breathers of this world are dead; you still shall live--such virtue hath my pen-- where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men. _sonnet lxxxi._ farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing. _sonnet lxxxvii._ do not drop in for an after-loss. ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; give not a windy night a rainy morrow, to linger out a purpos'd overthrow. _sonnet xc._ when proud-pied april, dress'd in all his trim, hath put a spirit of youth in everything. _sonnet xcviii._ still constant is a wondrous excellence. _sonnet cv._ and beauty, making beautiful old rhyme. _sonnet cvi._ my nature is subdu'd to what it works in, like the dyer's hand. _sonnet cxi._ let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments: love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. _sonnet cxvi._ 't is better to be vile than vile esteem'd, when not to be receives reproach of being; and the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd, not by our feeling, but by others' seeing. _sonnet cxxi._ no, i am that i am, and they that level at my abuses reckon up their own. _sonnet cxxi._ that full star that ushers in the even. _sonnet cxxxii._ so on the tip of his subduing tongue all kinds of arguments and questions deep, all replication prompt, and reason strong, for his advantage still did wake and sleep. to make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, he had the dialect and different skill, catching all passion in his craft of will. _a lover's complaint. line ._ o father, what a hell of witchcraft lies in the small orb of one particular tear. _a lover's complaint. line ._ bad in the best, though excellent in neither. _the passionate pilgrim. iii._ crabbed age and youth cannot live together. _the passionate pilgrim. viii._ have you not heard it said full oft, a woman's nay doth stand for naught? _the passionate pilgrim. xiv._ cursed be he that moves my bones. _shakespeare's epitaph._ footnotes: [ - ] as clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.--burton: _anatomy of melancholy, part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ [ - ] custom is almost second nature.--plutarch: _preservation of health._ [ - ] familiarity breeds contempt.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] what the dickens!--thomas heywood: _edward iv. act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] as ill luck would have it.--cervantes: _don quixote, pt. i. bk. i. ch. ii._ [ - ] act i. sc. , in white, singer, and knight. [ - ] compare portia's words in _merchant of venice, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] "mariana in the moated grange,"--the motto used by tennyson for the poem "mariana." [ - ] this song occurs in _act v. sc. _ of beaumont and fletcher's _bloody brother_, with the following additional stanza:-- hide, o, hide those hills of snow, which thy frozen bosom bears, on whose tops the pinks that grow are of those that april wears! but first set my poor heart free, bound in those icy chains by thee. [ - ] for every why he had a wherefore.--butler: _hudibras, part i. canto i. line ._ [ - ] from the crown of his head to the sole of the foot.--pliny: _natural history, book vii. chap. xvii._ beaumont and fletcher: _the honest man's fortune, act ii. sc. ._ middleton: _a mad world, etc._ [ - ] for "mirth," white reads _shews_; singer, _shows_. [ - ] musical as is apollo's lute.--milton: _comus, line ._ [ - ] maidens withering on the stalk.--wordsworth: _personal talk, stanza ._ [ - ] "ever i could read,"--dyce, knight, singer, and white. [ - ] act ii. sc. in singer and knight. [ - ] act ii. sc. in singer and knight. [ - ] see chapman, page . [ - ] trew as steele.--chaucer: _troilus and cresseide, book v. line ._ [ - ] act ii. sc. in singer and knight. [ - ] eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.--_ corinthians, ii. ._ [ - ] i see the beginning of my end.--massinger: _the virgin martyr act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] for the good that i would i do not; but the evil which i would not, that i do.--_romans vii. ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] i will play the swan and die in music.--_othello, act v. sc. ._ i am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, who chants a doleful hymn to his own death. _king john, act v. sc. ._ there, swan-like, let me sing and die.--byron: _don juan, canto iii. st. ._ you think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining i am infinitely inferior to the swans. when they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the god they serve.--socrates: _in phaedo, ._ [ - ] it is better to learn late than never.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] incidis in scyllam cupiens vitare charybdim (one falls into scylla in seeking to avoid charybdis).--phillippe gualtier: _alexandreis, book v. line . circa ._ [ - ] "it is not nominated in the bond."--white. [ - ] the same in _the taming of the shrew, act iv. sc. ;_ in _othello, act iii. sc. ;_ in _the merry wives of windsor, act i. sc. ;_ and in _as you like it, act ii. sc. ._ rabelais: _book v. chap. iv._ [ - ] the world 's a theatre, the earth a stage, which god and nature do with actors fill. thomas heywood: _apology for actors. ._ a noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a theatre.--montaigne: _of the most excellent men._ [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] too much of a good thing.--cervantes: _don quixote, part i. book i. chap. vi._ [ - ] "cud" in dyce and staunton. [ - ] you need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . beaumont and fletcher: _wit without money._ [ - ] married in haste, we may repent at leisure.--congreve: _the old bachelor, act v. sc. ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] how noiseless falls the foot of time!--w. r. spencer: _lines to lady a. hamilton._ [ - ] "like the sweet south" in dyce and singer. this change was made at the suggestion of pope. [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] act iii. sc. in dyce. [ - ] act iii. sc. in dyce. [ - ] into the jaws of death.--tennyson: _the charge of the light brigade, stanza ._ in the jaws of death.--du bartas: _divine weekes and workes, second week, first day, part iv._ [ - ] act iv. sc. in dyce, knight, singer, staunton, and white. [ - ] act iv. sc. in dyce, knight, singer, staunton, and white. [ - ] like a wave of the sea.--_james i. ._ [ - ] act ii. sc. in singer, staunton, and knight. [ - ] act ii. sc. in white. [ - ] when fortune flatters, she does it to betray.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] qui s'excuse, s'accuse (he who excuses himself accuses himself).--gabriel meurier: _trésor des sentences. - ._ [ - ] see page , note . [ - ] it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of god.--matt. _xix. ._ [ - ] thomas nash: _have with you to saffron walden._ dryden: _epilogue to the duke of guise._ [ - ] beaumont and fletcher: _wit without money, act iv. sc. ._ swift: _mary the cookmaid's letter._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] it show'd discretion the best part of valour.--beaumont and fletcher: _a king and no king, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it?--_luke xiv. ._ [ - ] act. iv. sc. in dyce, singer, staunton, and white. [ - ] see heywood, page . ill blows the wind that profits nobody.--_henry vi. part iii. act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] act iii. sc. in dyce. [ - ] with clink of hammers closing rivets up.--cibber: _richard iii. altered, act v. sc. ._ [ - ] "in their mouths" in dyce, singer, staunton, and white. [ - ] all delays are dangerous in war.--dryden: _tyrannic love, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] have a care o' th' main chance.--butler: _hudibras, part ii. canto ii._ be careful still of the main chance.--dryden: _persius, satire vi._ [ - ] see raleigh, page ; lyly, page . [ - ] see marlowe, page . [ - ] for fools rush in where angels fear to tread.--pope: _essay on criticism, part iii. line ._ [ - ] "stolen forth" in white and knight. [ - ] a little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.--middleton: _the phoenix, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] off with his head! so much for buckingham!--cibber: _richard iii._ (_altered_), _act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] a weak invention of the enemy.--cibber: _richard iii. (altered), act v. sc. ._ [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] for men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble: and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste.--sir thomas more: _richard iii. and his miserable end._ all your better deeds shall be in water writ, but this in marble. beaumont and fletcher: _philaster, act v. sc. ._ l'injure se grave en métal; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde. (an injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.) jean bertaut. _circa ._ [ - ] act v. sc. in dyce, singer, staunton, and white. [ - ] act v. sc. in dyce, singer, staunton, and white. [ - ] labour for his pains.--edward moore: _the boy and his rainbow._ labour for their pains.--cervantes: _don quixote, the author's preface._ [ - ] unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no one.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] when flowing cups pass swiftly round with no allaying thames. richard lovelace: _to althea from prison, ii._ [ - ] see sidney, page . [ - ] act v. sc. in singer and knight. [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see chapman, page . [ - ] my dancing days are done.--beaumont and fletcher: _the scornful lady, act v. sc. ._ [ - ] dyce, knight, and white read, "her beauty hangs." [ - ] act ii. sc. in white. [ - ] act ii. sc. . in white. [ - ] perjuria ridet amantum jupiter (jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers).--tibullus: _iii. , ._ [ - ] act ii. sc. in white. [ - ] true as steel.--chaucer: _troilus and creseide, book v._ compare _troilus and cressida, act iii. sc. _. [ - ] word and a blow.--dryden: _amphitryon, act i. sc. ._ bunyan: _pilgrim's progress, part i._ [ - ] "utmost" in singer. [ - ] dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.--gray: _the bard, i. , line ._ [ - ] though last not least.--spenser: _colin clout, line ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] act. ii. sc. in dyce, staunton, and white. [ - ] act ii. sc. in dyce, staunton, white. [ - ] act ii. sc. in dyce and white; act ii. sc. in staunton. [ - ] act ii. sc. in dyce and white; act ii. sc. in staunton. [ - ] let the air strike our tune, whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. middleton: _the witch, act. v. sc. ._ [ - ] act v. sc. in singer and white. [ - ] "can walk" in white. [ - ] "eastern hill" in dyce, singer, staunton, and white. [ - ] "one auspicious and one dropping eye" in dyce, singer, and staunton. [ - ] "armed at all points" in singer and white. [ - ] and may you better reck the rede, than ever did the adviser. burns: _epistle to a young friend._ [ - ] "hooks" in singer. [ - ] and makes night hideous.--pope: _the dunciad, book iii. line ._ [ - ] "to lasting fires" in singer. [ - ] "porcupine" in singer and staunton. [ - ] "rots itself" in staunton. [ - ] a short saying oft contains much wisdom.--sophocles: _aletes, frag. ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] "who would these fardels" in white. [ - ] "protests" in dyce, singer, and staunton. [ - ] extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases.--hippocrates: _aphorism i._ [ - ] thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.--herrick: _sorrows succeed._ woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; they love a train, they tread each other's heel. young: _night thoughts, night iii. line ._ and woe succeeds to woe.--pope: _the iliad, book xvi. line ._ [ - ] and from his ashes may be made the violet of his native land. tennyson: _in memoriam, xviii._ [ - ] a ministering angel thou.--scott: _marmion, canto vi. st. ._ [ - ] but they that are above have ends in everything. beaumont and fletcher: _the maid's tragedy act v. sc. ._ [ - ] the prince of darkness is a gentleman.--suckling: _the goblins._ [ - ] though i be rude in speech.--_ cor. xi. ._ [ - ] "these things to hear" in singer. [ - ] though these lines are from an old ballad given in percy's _reliques_, they are much altered by shakespeare, and it is his version we sing in the nursery. [ - ] for he being dead, with him is beauty slain, and, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. _venus and adonis._ [ - ] "fondly" in singer and white; "soundly" in staunton. [ - ] cervantes: _don quixote, part ii. chap. i._ [ - ] "his slow and moving finger" in knight and staunton. [ - ] see marlowe, page . [ - ] see lyly, page . [ - ] "worth" in white. francis bacon. - . (_works: spedding and ellis_). i hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a help and ornament thereunto. _maxims of the law. preface._ come home to men's business and bosoms. _dedication to the essays, edition ._ no pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth. _of truth._ men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other. _of death._ revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out. _of revenge._ it was a high speech of seneca (after the manner of the stoics), that "the good things which belong to prosperity are to be wished, but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired." _of adversity._ it is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "it is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god." _of adversity._ prosperity is the blessing of the old testament; adversity is the blessing of the new. _of adversity._ prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity is not without comforts and hopes. _of adversity._ virtue is like precious odours,--most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.[ - ] _of adversity._ he that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief. _of marriage and single life._ wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.[ - ] _of marriage and single life._ men in great place are thrice servants,--servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business. _of great place._ mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of his law. the people assembled. mahomet called the hill to come to him, again and again; and when the hill stood still he was never a whit abashed, but said, "if the hill will not come to mahomet, mahomet will go to the hill." _of boldness._ the desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.[ - ] _of goodness._ the remedy is worse than the disease.[ - ] _of seditions._ i had rather believe all the fables in the legends and the talmud and the alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a mind. _of atheism._ a little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion.[ - ] _of atheism._ travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience. he that travelleth into a country before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school, and not to travel. _of travel._ princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil times, and which have much veneration but no rest.[ - ] _of empire._ in things that a man would not be seen in himself, it is a point of cunning to borrow the name of the world; as to say, "the world says," or "there is a speech abroad." _of cunning._ there is a cunning which we in england call "the turning of the cat in the pan;" which is, when that which a man says to another, he lays it as if another had said it to him. _of cunning._ it is a good point of cunning for a man to shape the answer he would have in his own words and propositions, for it makes the other party stick the less. _of cunning._ it hath been an opinion that the french are wiser than they seem, and the spaniards seem wiser than they are; but howsoever it be between nations, certainly it is so between man and man. _of seeming wise._ there is a wisdom in this beyond the rules of physic. a man's own observation, what he finds good of and what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health. _of regimen of health._ discretion of speech is more than eloquence; and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words or in good order. _of discourse._ men's thoughts are much according to their inclination,[ - ] their discourse and speeches according to their learning and infused opinions. _of custom and education._ chiefly the mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.[ - ] _of fortune._ if a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see fortune; for though she is blind, she is not invisible.[ - ] _of fortune._ young men are fitter to invent than to judge, fitter for execution than for counsel, and fitter for new projects than for settled business. _of youth and age._ virtue is like a rich stone,--best plain set. _of beauty._ god almighty first planted a garden.[ - ] _of gardens._ and because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air. _of gardens._ some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. _of studies._ reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. _of studies._ histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend. _of studies._ the greatest vicissitude of things amongst men is the vicissitude of sects and religions.[ - ] _of vicissitude of things._ books must follow sciences, and not sciences books. _proposition touching amendment of laws._ knowledge is power.--nam et ipsa scientia potestas est.[ - ] _meditationes sacræ. de hæresibus._ whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.[ - ] _historia vitæ et mortis; sylva sylvarum, cent. i. exper. ._ when you wander, as you often delight to do, you wander indeed, and give never such satisfaction as the curious time requires. this is not caused by any natural defect, but first for want of election, when you, having a large and fruitful mind, should not so much labour what to speak as to find what to leave unspoken. rich soils are often to be weeded. _letter of expostulation to coke._ "antiquitas sæculi juventus mundi." these times are the ancient times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account ancient _ordine retrogrado_, by a computation backward from ourselves.[ - ] _advancement of learning. book i._ (_ ._) for the glory of the creator and the relief of man's estate. _advancement of learning. book i._ the sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before.[ - ] _advancement of learning. book ii._ it [poesy] was ever thought to have some participation of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind by submitting the shews of things to the desires of the mind. _advancement of learning. book ii._ sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of all men's labours and peregrinations. _advancement of learning. book ii._ cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a due reverence to god.[ - ] _advancement of learning. book ii._ states as great engines move slowly. _advancement of learning. book ii._ the world 's a bubble, and the life of man less than a span.[ - ] _the world._ who then to frail mortality shall trust but limns on water, or but writes in dust. _the world._ what then remains but that we still should cry for being born, and, being born, to die?[ - ] _the world._ for my name and memory, i leave it to men's charitable speeches, to foreign nations, and to the next ages. _from his will._ my lord st. albans said that nature did never put her precious jewels into a garret four stories high, and therefore that exceeding tall men had ever very empty heads.[ - ] _apothegms. no. ._ like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones.[ - ] _apothegms. no. ._ sir henry wotton used to say that critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes. _apothegms. no. ._ sir amice pawlet, when he saw too much haste made in any matter, was wont to say, "stay a while, that we may make an end the sooner." _apothegms. no. ._ alonso of aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appears to be best in four things,--old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.[ - ] _apothegms. no. ._ pyrrhus, when his friends congratulated to him his victory over the romans under fabricius, but with great slaughter of his own side, said to them, "yes; but if we have such another victory, we are undone."[ - ] _apothegms. no. ._ cosmus, duke of florence, was wont to say of perfidious friends, that "we read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends." _apothegms. no. ._ cato said the best way to keep good acts in memory was to refresh them with new. _apothegms. no. ._ footnotes: [ - ] as aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crushed or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around. goldsmith: _the captivity, act i._ the good are better made by ill, as odours crushed are sweeter still. rogers: _jacqueline, stanza ._ [ - ] burton (quoted): _anatomy of melancholy, part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ [ - ] pride still is aiming at the blest abodes; men would be angels, angels would be gods. aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, aspiring to be angels, men rebel. pope: _essay on man, ep. i. line ._ [ - ] there are some remedies worse than the disease.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] who are a little wise the best fools be.--donne: _triple fool._ a little skill in antiquity inclines a man to popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.--fuller: _the holy state. the true church antiquary._ a little learning is a dangerous thing.--pope: _essay on criticism, part ii. line ._ [ - ] kings are like stars: they rise and set; they have the worship of the world, but no repose. shelley: _hellas._ [ - ] of similar meaning, "thy wish was father, harry, to that thought." see shakespeare, page . [ - ] every man is the architect of his own fortune.--pseudo-sallust: _epist. de rep. ordin. ii. ._ his own character is the arbiter of every one's fortune.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that fortune is blind.--shakespeare: _henry v. act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] god the first garden made, and the first city cain. cowley: _the garden, essay v._ god made the country, and man made the town. cowper: _the task, book i. line ._ divina natura dedit agros, ars humana ædificavit urbes (divine nature gave the fields, human art built the cities).--varro: _de re rustica, iii. ._ [ - ] the vicissitude of things.--sterne: _sermon xvi._ gifford: _contemplation._ [ - ] a wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength.--_proverbs xxiv. ._ knowledge is more than equivalent to force.--johnson: _rasselas, chap. xiii._ [ - ] the bee enclosed and through the amber shown, seems buried in the juice which was his own. martial: _book iv. , vi. _ (hay's translation). i saw a flie within a beade of amber cleanly buried. herrick: _on a fly buried in amber._ pretty! in amber to observe the forms of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms. pope: _epistle to dr. arbuthnot, line ._ [ - ] as in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell you that old age or antiquity is to be accounted by the farther distance from the beginning and the nearer approach to the end,--the times wherein we now live being in propriety of speech the most ancient since the world's creation.--george hakewill: _an apologie or declaration of the power and providence of god in the government of the world. london, ._ for as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it?--pascal: _preface to the treatise on vacuum._ it is worthy of remark that a thought which is often quoted from francis bacon occurs in [giordano] bruno's "cena di cenere," published in : i mean the notion that the later times are more aged than the earlier.--whewell: _philosophy of the inductive sciences, vol. ii. p. . london, ._ we are ancients of the earth, and in the morning of the times. tennyson: _the day dream._ (_l' envoi._) [ - ] the sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before.--_advancement of learning_ (ed. dewey). the sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.--diogenes laertius: _lib. vi. sect. ._ spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux: etsi per immundos transeat, non inquinatur (the spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light: although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted).--saint augustine: _works, vol. iii., in johannis evang. cap. i. tr. v. sect. ._ the sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.--lyly: _euphues, the anatomy of wit_ (arber's reprint), _p. ._ the sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is unpolluted in his beam.--taylor: _holy living, chap. i. p. ._ truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.--milton: _the doctrine and discipline of divorce._ [ - ] cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.--john wesley (quoted): _journal, feb. , ._ according to dr. a. s. bettelheim, rabbi, this is found in the hebrew fathers. he cites phinehas ben yair, as follows: "the doctrines of religion are resolved into carefulness; carefulness into vigorousness; vigorousness into guiltlessness; guiltlessness into abstemiousness; abstemiousness into cleanliness; cleanliness into godliness,"--literally, next to godliness. [ - ] whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.--browne: _pastoral ii._ our life is but a span.--_new england primer._ [ - ] this line frequently occurs in almost exactly the same shape among the minor poems of the time: "not to be born, or, being born, to die."--drummond: _poems, p. ._ bishop king: _poems, etc._ ( ), _p. ._ [ - ] tall men are like houses of four stories, wherein commonly the uppermost room is worst furnished.--howell (quoted): _letter i. book i. sect. ii._ (_ ._) often the cockloft is empty in those whom nature hath built many stories high.--fuller: _andronicus, sect. vi. par. , ._ such as take lodgings in a head that 's to be let unfurnished. butler: _hudibras, part i. canto i. line ._ [ - ] the custom is not altogether obsolete in the u. s. a. [ - ] is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.--webster: _westward hoe, act ii. sc. ._ old friends are best. king james used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.--selden: _table talk. friends._ old wood to burn! old wine to drink! old friends to trust! old authors to read!--alonso of aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appeared to be best in these four things.--melchior: _floresta española de apothegmas o sentencias, etc., ii. , ._ what find you better or more honourable than age? take the preheminence of it in everything,--in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree.--shakerley marmion ( - ): _the antiquary._ i love everything that 's old,--old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.--goldsmith: _she stoops to conquer, act i._ [ - ] there are some defeats more triumphant than victories.--montaigne: _of cannibals, chap. xxx._ thomas middleton. ---- - . as the case stands.[ - ] _the old law. act ii. sc. ._ on his last legs. _the old law. act v. sc. ._ hold their noses to the grindstone.[ - ] _blurt, master-constable. act iii. sc. ._ i smell a rat.[ - ] _blurt, master-constable. act iii. sc. ._ a little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.[ - ] _the phoenix. act i. sc. ._ the better day, the better deed.[ - ] _the phoenix. act iii. sc. ._ the worst comes to the worst.[ - ] _the phoenix. act iii. sc. ._ 't is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.[ - ] _michaelmas term. act iv. sc. ._ from thousands of our undone widows one may derive some wit.[ - ] _a trick to catch the old one. act i. sc. ._ ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.[ - ] _the family of love. act iv. sc. ._ spick and span new.[ - ] _the family of love. act iv. sc. ._ a flat case as plain as a pack-staff.[ - ] _the family of love. act v. sc. ._ have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering? _the family of love. act v. sc. ._ as true as i live. _the family of love. act v. sc. ._ from the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.[ - ] _a mad world, my masters. act i. sc. ._ that disease of which all old men sicken,--avarice.[ - ] _the roaring girl. act i. sc. ._ beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes. _the roaring girl. act i. sc. ._ there is no hate lost between us.[ - ] _the witch. act iv. sc. ._ let the air strike our tune, whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.[ - ] _the witch. act v. sc. ._ black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.[ - ] _the witch. act v. sc. ._ all is not gold that glisteneth.[ - ] _a fair quarrel. act v. sc. ._ as old chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous english poet. _more dissemblers besides women. act i. sc. ._ 't is a stinger.[ - ] _more dissemblers besides women. act iii. sc. ._ the world 's a stage on which all parts are played.[ - ] _a game at chess. act v. sc. ._ turn over a new leaf.[ - ] _anything for a quiet life. act iii. sc. ._ my nearest and dearest enemy.[ - ] _anything for a quiet life. act v. sc. ._ this was a good week's labour. _anything for a quiet life. act v. sc. ._ how many honest words have suffered corruption since chaucer's days! _no wit, no help, like a woman's. act ii. sc. ._ by many a happy accident.[ - ] _no wit, no help, like a woman's. act ii. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] as the case stands.--mathew henry: _commentaries, psalm cxix._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] i smell a rat.--ben jonson: _tale of a tub, act iv. sc. ._ butler: _hudibras, part i. canto i. line ._ i begin to smell a rat.--cervantes: _don quixote, book iv. chap. x._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] the better day, the worse deed.--henry: _commentaries, genesis iii._ [ - ] worst comes to the worst.--cervantes: _don quixote, part i. book iii. chap. v._ marston: _the dutch courtezan, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] it is not strength, but art, obtains the prize.--pope: _the iliad, book xxiii. line ._ [ - ] some undone widow sits upon mine arm.--massinger: _a new way to pay old debts, act v. sc. ._ [ - ] for drames always go by contraries.--lover: _the angel's whisper._ [ - ] spick and span new.--ford: _the lover's melancholy, act i. sc. ._ farquhar: _preface to his works._ [ - ] plain as a pike-staff.--_terence in english_ ( ). buckingham: _speech in the house of lords, ._ _gil blas_ (smollett's translation), _book xii. chap. viii._ byrom: _epistle to a friend._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] so for a good old gentlemanly vice, i think i must take up with avarice. byron: _don juan, canto i. stanza ._ [ - ] there is no love lost between us.--cervantes: _don quixote, book iv. chap. xxiii._ goldsmith: _she stoops to conquer, act iv._ garrick: _correspondence, ._ fielding: _the grub street opera, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] these lines are introduced into _macbeth, act iv. sc. ._ according to steevens, "the song was, in all probability, a traditional one." collier says, "doubtless it does not belong to middleton more than to shakespeare." dyce says, "there seems to be little doubt that 'macbeth' is of an earlier date than 'the witch.'" [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] he 'as had a stinger.--beaumont and fletcher: _wit without money, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] _a health to the gentlemanly profession of servingmen_ ( ). turn over a new leaf.--dekker: _the honest whore, part ii. act i. sc. ._ burke: _letter to mrs. haviland._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] a happy accident.--madame de staËl: _l' allemagne, chap. xvi._ cervantes: _don quixote, book iv. part ii. chap. lvii._ sir henry wotton. - . how happy is he born or taught, that serveth not another's will; whose armour is his honest thought, and simple truth his utmost skill! _the character of a happy life._ who god doth late and early pray more of his grace than gifts to lend; and entertains the harmless day with a religious book or friend. _the character of a happy life._ lord of himself, though not of lands; and having nothing, yet hath all.[ - ] _the character of a happy life._ you meaner beauties of the night, that poorly satisfy our eyes more by your number than your light; you common people of the skies,-- what are you when the moon[ - ] shall rise? _on his mistress, the queen of bohemia._[ - ] he first deceased; she for a little tried to live without him, liked it not, and died. _upon the death of sir albert morton's wife._ i am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff. _preface to the elements of architecture._ hanging was the worst use a man could be put to. _the disparity between buckingham and essex._ an ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth.[ - ] _reliquiæ wottonianæ._ the itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.[ - ] _a panegyric to king charles._ footnotes: [ - ] as having nothing, and yet possessing all things.--_ corinth. vi. ._ [ - ] "sun" in _reliquiæ wottonianæ_ (eds. , , , ). [ - ] this was printed with music as early as , in est's "sixth set of books," etc., and is found in many mss.--hannah: _the courtly poets._ [ - ] in a letter to velserus, , wotton says, "this merry definition of an ambassador i had chanced to set down at my friend's, mr. christopher fleckamore, in his album." [ - ] he directed the stone over his grave to be inscribed:-- hic jacet hujus sententiæ primus author: disputandi pruritus ecclesiarum scabies. nomen alias quære (here lies the author of this phrase: "the itch for disputing is the sore of churches." seek his name elsewhere). walton: _life of wotton._ richard barnfield. ---- - . as it fell upon a day in the merry month of may, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made. _address to the nightingale._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] this song, often attributed to shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to barnfield; it is found in his collection of "poems in divers humours," published in .--ellis: _specimens, vol. ii. p. ._ sir john davies. - . much like a subtle spider which doth sit in middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; if aught do touch the utmost thread of it, she feels it instantly on every side.[ - ] _the immortality of the soul._ wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been to public feasts, where meet a public rout,-- where they that are without would fain go in, and they that are within would fain go out.[ - ] _contention betwixt a wife, etc._ footnotes: [ - ] our souls sit close and silently within, and their own webs from their own entrails spin; and when eyes meet far off, our sense is such that, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. dryden: _mariage à la mode, act ii. sc. ._ the spider's touch--how exquisitely fine!-- feels at each thread, and lives along the line. pope: _epistle i. line ._ [ - ] 't is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden: the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.--webster: _the white devil, act i. sc. ._ le mariage est comme une forteresse assiégée: ceux qui sont dehors veulent y entrer, et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir (marriage is like a beleaguered fortress: those who are outside want to get in, and those inside want to get out).--quitard: _Études sur les proverbes français, p. ._ it happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.--montaigne: _upon some verses of virgil, chap. v._ is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?--emerson: _representative men: montaigne._ martyn parker. ---- - . ye gentlemen of england that live at home at ease, ah! little do you think upon the dangers of the seas. _song._ when the stormy winds do blow.[ - ] _song._ footnotes: [ - ] when the battle rages loud and long, and the stormy winds do blow. campbell: _ye mariners of england._ dr. john donne. - . he was the word, that spake it: he took the bread and brake it; and what that word did make it, i do believe and take it.[ - ] _divine poems. on the sacrament._ we understood her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought that one might almost say her body thought. _funeral elegies. on the death of mistress drury._ she and comparisons are odious.[ - ] _elegy . the comparison._ who are a little wise the best fools be.[ - ] _the triple fool._ footnotes: [ - ] attributed by many writers to the princess elizabeth. it is not in the original edition of donne, but first appears in the edition of , p. . [ - ] see fortescue, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . ben jonson.[ - ] - . it was a mighty while ago. _every man in his humour. act i. sc. ._ hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat.[ - ] _every man in his humour. act i. sc. ._ as he brews, so shall he drink. _every man in his humour. act ii. sc. ._ get money; still get money, boy, no matter by what means.[ - ] _every man in his humour. act ii. sc. ._ have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years. _every man in his humour. act iii. sc. ._ it must be done like lightning. _every man in his humour. act iv. sc. v._ there shall be no love lost.[ - ] _every man out of his humour. act ii. sc. ._ still to be neat, still to be drest, as you were going to a feast.[ - ] _epicoene; or, the silent woman. act i. sc. ._ give me a look, give me a face, that makes simplicity a grace; robes loosely flowing, hair as free,-- such sweet neglect more taketh me than all the adulteries of art: they strike mine eyes, but not my heart. _epicoene; or, the silent woman. act i. sc. ._ that old bald cheater, time. _the poetaster. act i. sc. ._ the world knows only two,--that 's rome and i. _sejanus. act v. sc. ._ preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression. _the masque of hymen._ courses even with the sun doth her mighty brother run. _the gipsies metamorphosed._ underneath this stone doth lie as much beauty as could die; which in life did harbour give to more virtue than doth live. _epitaph on elizabeth, l. h._ whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, and almost every vice,--almighty gold.[ - ] _epistle to elizabeth, countess of rutland._ drink to me only with thine eyes, and i will pledge with mine; or leave a kiss but in the cup, and i 'll not look for wine.[ - ] _the forest. to celia._ soul of the age, the applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, my shakespeare, rise! i will not lodge thee by chaucer or spenser, or bid beaumont lie a little further, to make thee a room.[ - ] _to the memory of shakespeare._ marlowe's mighty line. _to the memory of shakespeare._ small latin, and less greek. _to the memory of shakespeare._ he was not of an age, but for all time. _to the memory of shakespeare._ for a good poet 's made as well as born. _to the memory of shakespeare._ sweet swan of avon! _to the memory of shakespeare._ underneath this sable hearse lies the subject of all verse,-- sidney's sister, pembroke's mother. death, ere thou hast slain another, learn'd and fair and good as she, time shall throw a dart at thee. _epitaph on the countess of pembroke._[ - ] let those that merely talk and never think, that live in the wild anarchy of drink.[ - ] _underwoods. an epistle, answering to one that asked to be sealed of the tribe of ben._ still may syllabes jar with time, still may reason war with rhyme, resting never! _underwoods. fit of rhyme against rhyme._ in small proportions we just beauties see, and in short measures life may perfect be. _underwoods. to the immortal memory of sir lucius cary and sir henry morison. iii._ what gentle ghost, besprent with april dew, hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?[ - ] _elegy on the lady jane pawlet._ footnotes: [ - ] o rare ben jonson!--sir john young: _epitaph._ [ - ] hang sorrow! care will kill a cat.--wither: _poem on christmas._ [ - ] get place and wealth,--if possible, with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place. pope: _horace, book i. epistle i. line ._ [ - ] there is no love lost between us.--cervantes: _don quixote, part ii. chap. xxxiii._ [ - ] a translation from bonnefonius. [ - ] the flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold.--wolcot: _to kien long, ode iv._ almighty dollar.--irving: _the creole village._ [ - ] emoi de monois propine tois ommasin. . . . ei de boulei, tois cheilesi prospherousa, plêrou philêmatôn to ekpôma, kai outôs didou (drink to me with your eyes alone. . . . and if you will, take the cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me). philostratus: _letter xxiv._ [ - ] renowned spenser, lie a thought more nigh to learned chaucer, and rare beaumont lie a little nearer spenser, to make room for shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. basse: _on shakespeare._ [ - ] this epitaph is generally ascribed to ben jonson. it appears in the editions of his works; but in a manuscript collection of browne's poems preserved amongst the lansdowne ms. no. , in the british museum, it is ascribed to browne, and awarded to him by sir egerton brydges in his edition of browne's poems. [ - ] they never taste who always drink; they always talk who never think. prior: _upon a passage in the scaligerana._ [ - ] what beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? pope: _to the memory of an unfortunate lady._ john webster. ---- - . i know death hath ten thousand several doors for men to take their exit.[ - ] _duchess of malfi. act iv. sc. ._ 't is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.[ - ] _the white devil. act i. sc. ._ condemn you me for that the duke did love me? so may you blame some fair and crystal river for that some melancholic, distracted man hath drown'd himself in 't. _the white devil. act iii. sc. ._ glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, but look'd too near have neither heat nor light.[ - ] _the white devil. act iv. sc. ._ call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, since o'er shady groves they hover, and with leaves and flowers do cover the friendless bodies of unburied men. _the white devil. act. v. sc. ._ is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.[ - ] _westward hoe. act ii. sc. ._ i saw him now going the way of all flesh. _westward hoe. act ii. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] death hath so many doors to let out life.--beaumont and fletcher: _the customs of the country, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] see davies, page . [ - ] the mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and smooth, but when beheld close they are rough.--diogenes laertius: _pyrrho._ love is like a landscape which doth stand smooth at a distance, rough at hand. robert hegge: _on love._ we 're charm'd with distant views of happiness, but near approaches make the prospect less. yalden: _against enjoyment._ as distant prospects please us, but when near we find but desert rocks and fleeting air. garth: _the dispensatory, canto iii. line ._ 't is distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue. campbell: _pleasures of hope, part i. line ._ [ - ] see bacon, page . thomas dekker. ---- - . a wise man poor is like a sacred book that 's never read,-- to himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. this age thinks better of a gilded fool than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school. _old fortunatus._ and though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, there 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. _old fortunatus._ the best of men that e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer; a soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, the first true gentleman that ever breathed.[ - ] _the honest whore. part i. act i. sc. ._ i was ne'er so thrummed since i was a gentleman.[ - ] _the honest whore. part i. act iv. sc. ._ this principle is old, but true as fate,-- kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.[ - ] _the honest whore. part i. act iv. sc. ._ we are ne'er like angels till our passion dies. _the honest whore. part ii. act i. sc. ._ turn over a new leaf.[ - ] _the honest whore. part ii. act ii. sc. ._ to add to golden numbers golden numbers. _patient grissell. act i. sc. ._ honest labour bears a lovely face. _patient grissell. act i. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] of the offspring of the gentilman jafeth come habraham, moyses, aron, and the profettys; also the kyng of the right lyne of mary, of whom that gentilman jhesus was borne.--juliana berners: _heraldic blazonry._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] cæsar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor.--plutarch: _life of romulus._ [ - ] see middleton, page . bishop hall. - . moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. _christian moderation. introduction._ death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.[ - ] _epistles. dec. iii. ep. ._ there is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.[ - ] _contemplations. book iv. the veil of moses._ footnotes: [ - ] and cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. our birth is nothing but our death begun. young: _night thoughts, night v. line ._ [ - ] full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. gray: _elegy, stanza ._ john fletcher. - . man is his own star; and the soul that can render an honest and a perfect man commands all light, all influence, all fate. nothing to him falls early, or too late. our acts our angels are, or good or ill,[ - ] our fatal shadows that walk by us still. _upon an "honest man's fortune."_ all things that are made for our general uses are at war,-- even we among ourselves. _upon an "honest man's fortune."_ man is his own star; and that soul that can be honest is the only perfect man.[ - ] _upon an "honest man's fortune."_ weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, sorrow calls no time that 's gone; violets plucked, the sweetest rain makes not fresh nor grow again.[ - ] _the queen of corinth. act iii. sc. ._ o woman, perfect woman! what distraction was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! _monsieur thomas. act iii. sc. ._ let us do or die.[ - ] _the island princess. act ii. sc. ._ hit the nail on the head. _love's cure. act ii. sc. ._ i find the medicine worse than the malady.[ - ] _love's cure. act iii. sc. ._ he went away with a flea in 's ear. _love's cure. act iii. sc. ._ there 's naught in this life sweet, if man were wise to see 't, but only melancholy; o sweetest melancholy![ - ] _the nice valour. act iii. sc. ._ fountain heads and pathless groves, places which pale passion loves. _the nice valour. act iii. sc. ._ drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow. _the bloody brother. act ii. sc. ._ and he that will to bed go sober falls with the leaf still in october.[ - ] _the bloody brother. act ii. sc. ._ three merry boys, and three merry boys, and three merry boys are we,[ - ] as ever did sing in a hempen string under the gallows-tree. _the bloody brother. act iii. sc. ._ hide, oh, hide those hills of snow which thy frozen bosom bears, on whose tops the pinks that grow are of those that april wears! but first set my poor heart free, bound in those icy chains by thee.[ - ] _the bloody brother. act v. sc. ._ something given that way. _the lover's progress. act i. sc. ._ deeds, not words.[ - ] _the lover's progress. act iii. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] every man hath a good and a bad angel attending him in particular all his life long.--burton: _anatomy of melancholy, part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ burton also quotes anthony rusca in this connection, v. xviii. [ - ] an honest man's the noblest work of god.--pope: _essay on man, epistle iv. line ._ burns: _the cotter's saturday night._ [ - ] weep no more, lady! weep no more, thy sorrow is in vain; for violets plucked, the sweetest showers will ne'er make grow again. percy: _reliques. the friar of orders gray._ [ - ] let us do or die.--burns: _bannockburn._ campbell: _gertrude of wyoming, part iii. stanza ._ scott says, "this expression is a kind of common property, being the motto, we believe, of a scottish family."--_review of gertrude, scott's miscellanies, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] naught so sweet as melancholy.--burton: _anatomy of melancholy. author's abstract._ [ - ] the following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this song:-- he who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, falls as the leaves do, and dies in october; but he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow, lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow. [ - ] three merry men be we.--peele: _old wives' tale, ._ webster (quoted): _westward hoe, ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] deeds, not words.--butler: _hudibras, part i. canto i. line ._ robert burton. - . naught so sweet as melancholy.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy._[ - ] _the author's abstract._ i would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ they lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ we can say nothing but what hath been said.[ - ] our poets steal from homer. . . . our story-dressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best. _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ i say with didacus stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant himself.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ it is most true, _stylus virum arguit_,--our style bewrays us.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ i had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ as that great captain, ziska, would have a drum made of his skin when he was dead, because he thought the very noise of it would put his enemies to flight. _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ like the watermen that row one way and look another.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ rob peter, and pay paul.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ penny wise, pound foolish. _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ women wear the breeches. _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ like Æsop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ our wrangling lawyers . . . are so litigious and busy here on earth, that i think they will plead their clients' causes hereafter,--some of them in hell. _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had two distinct persons in him.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. democritus to the reader._ carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ [witches] steal young children out of their cradles, _ministerio dæmonum_, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ can build castles in the air.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ joh. mayor, in the first book of his "history of scotland," contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread; it was objected to him, then living at paris, that his countrymen fed on oats and base grain. . . . and yet wecker out of galen calls it horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ as much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ no rule is so general, which admits not some exception.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ idleness is an appendix to nobility. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ why doth one man's yawning make another yawn? _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ a nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ they do not live but linger. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ [diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ [desire] is a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according to austin, still going round as in a ring. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ [the rich] are indeed rather possessed by their money than possessors. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ were it not that they are loath to lay out money on a rope, they would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ a mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ i may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people; they go commonly together.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ all our geese are swans. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ though they [philosophers] write _contemptu gloriæ_, yet as hieron observes, they will put their names to their books. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ they are proud in humility; proud in that they are not proud.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ we can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars; kings can invest knights and barons, as sigismund the emperor confessed.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ _hinc quam sic calamus sævior ense, patet._ the pen worse than the sword.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him."[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ see one promontory (said socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ felix plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate all symptoms they find related of others to their own persons. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty. _anatomy of melancholy. part i. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ like him in Æsop, he whipped his horses withal, and put his shoulder to the wheel. _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun. _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see great men contending with adversity. _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man. _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ almost in every kingdom the most ancient families have been at first princes' bastards; their worthiest captains, best wits, greatest scholars, bravest spirits in all our annals, have been base [born]. _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ as he said in machiavel, _omnes eodem patre nati_, adam's sons, conceived all and born in sin, etc. "we are by nature all as one, all alike, if you see us naked; let us wear theirs and they our clothes, and what is the difference?" _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ christ himself was poor. . . . and as he was himself, so he informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets poor, apostles poor.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ who cannot give good counsel? 't is cheap, it costs them nothing. _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ many things happen between the cup and the lip.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ what can't be cured must be endured. _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ everything, saith epictetus, hath two handles,--the one to be held by, the other not. _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ all places are distant from heaven alike. _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ the commonwealth of venice in their armoury have this inscription: "happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of war." _anatomy of melancholy. part ii. sect. , memb. ._ "let me not live," saith aretine's antonia, "if i had not rather hear thy discourse than see a play." _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ every schoolboy hath that famous testament of grunnius corocotta porcellus at his fingers' end. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ birds of a feather will gather together. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ and this is that homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his creator. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ and hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. ._ every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. ._ no cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ to enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ he is only fantastical that is not in fashion. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ [quoting seneca] cornelia kept her in talk till her children came from school, "and these," said she, "are my jewels." _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ to these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ diogenes struck the father when the son swore. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ though it rain daggers with their points downward. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. ._ going as if he trod upon eggs. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. ._ i light my candle from their torches. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ england is a paradise for women and hell for horses; italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ the miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ as clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ make a virtue of necessity.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ where god hath a temple, the devil will have a chapel.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ if the world will be gulled, let it be gulled. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ for "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ the fear of some divine and supreme powers keeps men in obedience.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ out of too much learning become mad. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ the devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ isocrates adviseth demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ when they are at rome, they do there as they see done.[ - ] _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ one religion is as true as another. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ they have cheveril consciences that will stretch. _anatomy of melancholy. part iii. sect. , memb. , subsect. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see fletcher, page . there 's not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord in melancholy. hood: _ode to melancholy._ [ - ] dr. johnson said burton's "anatomy of melancholy" was the only book that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he wished to rise. and byron said, "if the reader has patience to go through his volumes, he will be more improved for literary conversation than by the perusal of any twenty other works with which i am acquainted."--_works, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] a fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.--garrick: _prologue on quitting the stage._ non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco (being not unacquainted with woe, i learn to help the unfortunate).--virgil: _Æneid, lib. i. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] nihil dictum quod non dictum prius (there is nothing said which has not been said before).--terence: _eunuchus. prol. ._ [ - ] a dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.--herbert: _jacula prudentum._ a dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's shoulders to mount on.--coleridge: _the friend, sect. i. essay viii._ pigmæi gigantum humeris impositi plusquam ipsi gigantes vident (pigmies placed on the shoulders of giants see more than the giants themselves).--_didacus stella in lucan, , tom. ii._ [ - ] le style est l'homme même (the style is the man himself).--buffon: _discours de réception_ (_recueil de l'académie_, ). [ - ] arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.--montaigne: _apology for raimond sebond, book ii. chap. xii._ [ - ] like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead.--plutarch: _whether 't was rightfully said, live concealed._ like rowers, who advance backward.--montaigne: _of profit and honour, book iii. chap. i._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . rabelais: _book i. chap. xi._ [ - ] Æsop: _fables, book v. fable v._ [ - ] he left a corsair's name to other times, link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes. byron: _the corsair, canto iii. stanza ._ [ - ] see fletcher, page . [ - ] "castles in the air,"--montaigne, sir philip sidney, massinger, sir thomas browne, giles fletcher, george herbert, dean swift, broome, fielding, cibber, churchill, shenstone, and lloyd. [ - ] oats,--a grain which is generally given to horses, but in scotland supports the people.--samuel johnson: _dictionary of the english language._ [ - ] carpet knights are men who are by the prince's grace and favour made knights at home. . . . they are called carpet knights because they receive their honours in the court and upon carpets.--markham: _booke of honour_ ( ). "carpet knights,"--du bartas (ed. ), p. . [ - ] the exception proves the rule. [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] qui vino indulget, quemque alea decoquit, ille in venerem putret (he who is given to drink, and he whom the dice are despoiling, is the one who rots away in sexual vice).--persius: _satires, satire v._ [ - ] his favourite sin is pride that apes humility. southey: _the devil's walk._ [ - ] when abraham lincoln heard of the death of a private, he said he was sorry it was not a general: "i could make more of them." [ - ] tant la plume a eu sous le roi d'avantage sur l'épée (so far had the pen under the king the superiority over the sword).--saint simon: _mémoires, vol. iii. p. _ ( ), _ed. ._ the pen is mightier than the sword.--bulwer lytton: _richelieu, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] seven wealthy towns contend for homer dead, through which the living homer begged his bread. anonymous. great homer's birthplace seven rival cities claim, too mighty such monopoly of fame. thomas seward: _on shakespeare's monument at stratford-upon-avon._ seven cities warred for homer being dead; who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. thomas heywood: _hierarchie of the blessed angells._ [ - ] a blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.--johnson: _piazzi, ._ [ - ] set a beggar on horseback, and he 'll outride the devil.--bohn: _foreign proverbs_ (_german_). [ - ] see wotton, page . [ - ] there is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.--hazlitt: _english proverbs._ though men determine, the gods doo dispose; and oft times many things fall out betweene the cup and the lip.--greene: _perimedes the blacksmith_ ( ). [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] those curious locks so aptly twin'd, whose every hair a soul doth bind. carew: _think not 'cause men flattering say._ one hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.--howell: _letters, book ii. iv._ ( ). she knows her man, and when you rant and swear, can draw you to her with a single hair. dryden: _persius, satire v. line ._ beauty draws us with a single hair.--pope: _the rape of the lock, canto ii. line ._ and from that luckless hour my tyrant fair has led and turned me by a single hair. bland: _anthology, p. _ (edition ). [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] for where god built a church, there the devil would also build a chapel.--martin luther: _table talk, lxvii._ god never had a church but there, men say, the devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles. drummond: _posthumous poems._ no sooner is a temple build to god but the devil builds a chapel hard by.--herbert: _jacula prudentum._ wherever god erects a house of prayer, the devil always builds a chapel there. defoe: _the true-born englishman, part i. line ._ [ - ] ignorance is the mother of devotion.--jeremy taylor: _to a person newly converted_ ( ). your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.--dryden: _the maiden queen, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] the fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip to haud the wretch in order. burns: _epistle to a young friend._ [ - ] saint augustine was in the habit of dining upon saturday as upon sunday; but being puzzled with the different practices then prevailing (for they had begun to fast at rome on saturday), consulted saint ambrose on the subject. now at milan they did not fast on saturday, and the answer of the milan saint was this: "quando hic sum, non jejuno sabbato; quando romæ sum, jejuno sabbato" (when i am here, i do not fast on saturday; when at rome, i do fast on saturday).--_epistle xxxvi. to casulanus._ sir thomas overbury. - . in part to blame is she, which hath without consent bin only tride: he comes to neere that comes to be denide.[ - ] _a wife. st. ._ footnotes: [ - ] in part she is to blame that has been tried: he comes too late that comes to be denied. mary w. montagu: _the lady's resolve._ philip massinger. - . some undone widow sits upon mine arm, and takes away the use of it;[ - ] and my sword, glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, will not be drawn. _a new way to pay old debts. act v. sc. ._ death hath a thousand doors to let out life.[ - ] _a very woman. act v. sc. ._ this many-headed monster.[ - ] _the roman actor. act iii. sc. ._ grim death.[ - ] _the roman actor. act iv. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] death hath so many doors to let out life.--beaumont and fletcher: _the custom of the country, act ii. sc. ._ the thousand doors that lead to death.--browne: _religio medici, part i. sect. xliv._ [ - ] see sir philip sidney, page . [ - ] grim death, my son and foe.--milton: _paradise lost, book ii. line ._ thomas heywood. ---- - . the world 's a theatre, the earth a stage which god and nature do with actors fill.[ - ] _apology for actors_ ( ). i hold he loves me best that calls me tom. _hierarchie of the blessed angells._ seven cities warred for homer being dead, who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.[ - ] _hierarchie of the blessed angells._ her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.[ - ] _history of women_ (_ed. _). _page ._ footnotes: [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . john selden. - . equity is a roguish thing. for law we have a measure, know what to trust to; equity is according to the conscience of him that is chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 't is all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a "foot" a chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be! one chancellor has a long foot, another a short foot, a third an indifferent foot. 't is the same thing in the chancellor's conscience. _table talk. equity._ old friends are best. king james used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.[ - ] _table talk. friends._ humility is a virtue all preach, none practise; and yet everybody is content to hear. _table talk. humility._ 't is not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess. _table talk. humility._ commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for something in him we cannot abide. _table talk. judgments._ ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all men know the law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him. _table talk. law._ no man is the wiser for his learning. _table talk. learning._ wit and wisdom are born with a man. _table talk. learning._ few men make themselves masters of the things they write or speak. _table talk. learning._ take a straw and throw it up into the air,--you may see by that which way the wind is. _table talk. libels._ philosophy is nothing but discretion. _table talk. philosophy._ marriage is a desperate thing. _table talk. marriage._ thou little thinkest what a little foolery governs the world.[ - ] _table talk. pope._ they that govern the most make the least noise. _table talk. power._ syllables govern the world. _table talk. power._ never king dropped out of the clouds. _table talk. power._ never tell your resolution beforehand. _table talk. wisdom._ wise men say nothing in dangerous times. _table talk. wisdom._ footnotes: [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] behold, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed.--oxenstiern ( - ). william drummond. - . god never had a church but there, men say, the devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.[ - ] i doubted of this saw, till on a day i westward spied great edinburgh's saint gyles. _posthumous poems._ footnotes: [ - ] see burton, page . francis beaumont. - . what things have we seen done at the mermaid! heard words that have been so nimble and so full of subtile flame as if that every one from whence they came had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, and resolved to live a fool the rest of his dull life. _letter to ben jonson._ here are sands, ignoble things, dropt from the ruined sides of kings. _on the tombs of westminster abbey._ it is always good when a man has two irons in the fire. _the faithful friends. act i. sc. ._ beaumont and fletcher. (francis beaumont and john fletcher.) all your better deeds shall be in water writ, but this in marble.[ - ] _philaster. act v. sc. ._ upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. _the maid's tragedy. act i. sc. ._ a soul as white as heaven. _the maid's tragedy. act iv. sc. ._ but they that are above have ends in everything.[ - ] _the maid's tragedy. act v. sc. ._ it shew'd discretion, the best part of valour.[ - ] _a king and no king. act iv. sc. ._ there is a method in man's wickedness,-- it grows up by degrees.[ - ] _a king and no king. act v. sc. ._ as cold as cucumbers. _cupid's revenge. act i. sc. ._ calamity is man's true touchstone.[ - ] _four plays in one: the triumph of honour. sc. ._ kiss till the cow comes home. _scornful lady. act iii. sc. ._ it would talk,-- lord! how it talked![ - ] _scornful lady. act v. sc. ._ beggars must be no choosers.[ - ] _scornful lady. act v. sc. ._ no better than you should be.[ - ] _the coxcomb. act iv. sc. ._ from the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.[ - ] _the honest man's fortune. act ii. sc. ._ one foot in the grave.[ - ] _the little french lawyer. act i. sc. ._ go to grass. _the little french lawyer. act iv. sc. ._ there is no jesting with edge tools.[ - ] _the little french lawyer. act iv. sc. ._ though i say it that should not say it. _wit at several weapons. act ii. sc. ._ i name no parties.[ - ] _wit at several weapons. act ii. sc. ._ whistle, and she'll come to you.[ - ] _wit without money. act iv. sc. ._ let the world slide.[ - ] _wit without money. act v. sc. ._ the fit 's upon me now! come quickly, gentle lady; the fit 's upon me now. _wit without money. act v. sc. ._ he comes not in my books.[ - ] _the widow. act i. sc. ._ death hath so many doors to let out life.[ - ] _the customs of the country. act ii. sc. ._ of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love pity 's the straightest.[ - ] _the knight of malta. act i. sc. ._ nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; no pyramids set off his memories, but the eternal substance of his greatness,-- to which i leave him. _the false one. act ii. sc. ._ thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.[ - ] _love's cure. act ii. sc. ._ what 's one man's poison, signor, is another's meat or drink.[ - ] _love's cure. act iii. sc. ._ primrose, first-born child of ver, merry springtime's harbinger. _the two noble kinsmen. act i. sc. ._ o great corrector of enormous times, shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood the earth when it is sick, and curest the world o' the pleurisy of people! _the two noble kinsmen. act v. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] nemo repente fuit turpissimus (no man ever became extremely wicked all at once).--juvenal: _ii. ._ ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degrés (as virtue has its degrees, so has vice).--racine: _phédre, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men).--seneca: _de providentia, v. ._ [ - ] then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk!--lee: _alexander the great, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] she is no better than she should be.--fielding: _the temple beau, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] an old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.--plutarch: _on the training of children._ [ - ] it is no jesting with edge tools.--_the true tragedy of richard iii._ (_ ._) [ - ] the use of "party" in the sense of "person" occurs in the book of common prayer, more's "utopia," shakespeare, ben jonson, fuller, and other old english writers. [ - ] whistle, and i'll come to ye.--burns: _whistle, etc._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see webster, page . [ - ] pity 's akin to love.--southerne: _oroonoka, act ii. sc. ._ pity swells the tide of love.--young: _night thoughts, night iii. line ._ [ - ] but strive still to be a man before your mother.--cowper: _connoisseur. motto of no. iii._ [ - ] quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (what is food to one may be fierce poison to others).--lucretius: _iv. ._ george wither. - . shall i, wasting in despair, die because a woman's fair? or make pale my cheeks with care, 'cause another's rosy are? be she fairer than the day, or the flowery meads in may, if she be not so to me, what care i how fair she be?[ - ] _the shepherd's resolution._ jack shall pipe and gill shall dance. _poem on christmas._ hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,[ - ] and therefore let 's be merry. _poem on christmas._ though i am young, i scorn to flit on the wings of borrowed wit. _the shepherd's hunting._ and i oft have heard defended,-- little said is soonest mended. _the shepherd's hunting._ and he that gives us in these days new lords may give us new laws. _contented man's morrice._ footnotes: [ - ] see raleigh, page . [ - ] see jonson, page . thomas hobbes. - . for words are wise men's counters,--they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools. _the leviathan. part i. chap. iv._ no arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. _the leviathan. part i. chap. xviii._ thomas carew. - . he that loves a rosy cheek, or a coral lip admires, or from star-like eyes doth seek fuel to maintain his fires,-- as old time makes these decay, so his flames must waste away. _disdain returned._ then fly betimes, for only they conquer love that run away. _conquest by flight._ an untimely grave.[ - ] _on the duke of buckingham._ the magic of a face. _epitaph on the lady s----._ footnotes: [ - ] an untimely grave.--tate and brady: _psalm vii._ william browne. - . whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.[ - ] _britannia's pastorals. book i. song ._ did therewith bury in oblivion. _britannia's pastorals. book ii. song ._ well-languaged daniel. _britannia's pastorals. book ii. song ._ footnotes: [ - ] see bacon, page . robert herrick. - . cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, i cry, full and fair ones,--come and buy! if so be you ask me where they do grow, i answer, there, where my julia's lips do smile,-- there 's the land, or cherry-isle. _cherry ripe._ some asked me where the rubies grew, and nothing i did say; but with my finger pointed to the lips of julia. _the rock of rubies, and the quarrie of pearls._ some asked how pearls did grow, and where? then spoke i to my girl to part her lips, and showed them there the quarelets of pearl. _the rock of rubies, and the quarrie of pearls._ a sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wantonness. _delight in disorder._ a winning wave, deserving note, in the tempestuous petticoat; a careless shoe-string, in whose tie i see a wild civility,-- do more bewitch me than when art is too precise in every part. _delight in disorder._ you say to me-wards your affection 's strong; pray love me little, so you love me long.[ - ] _love me little, love me long._ gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying, and this same flower that smiles to-day to-morrow will be dying.[ - ] _to the virgins to make much of time._ fall on me like a silent dew, or like those maiden showers which, by the peep of day, do strew a baptism o'er the flowers. _to music, to becalm his fever._ fair daffadills, we weep to see you haste away so soon: as yet the early rising sun has not attained his noon. _to daffadills._ thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.[ - ] _sorrows succeed._ her pretty feet, like snails, did creep a little out, and then,[ - ] as if they played at bo-peep, did soon draw in again. _to mistress susanna southwell._ her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, the shooting-stars attend thee; and the elves also, whose little eyes glow like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. _the night piece to julia._ i saw a flie within a beade of amber cleanly buried.[ - ] _the amber bead._ thus times do shift,--each thing his turn does hold; new things succeed, as former things grow old. _ceremonies for candlemas eve._ out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine. _ode for ben jonson._ attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.[ - ] _seek and find._ but ne'er the rose without the thorn.[ - ] _the rose._ footnotes: [ - ] see marlowe, page . [ - ] let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.--_wisdom of solomon, ii. ._ gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.--spenser: _the faerie queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] her feet beneath her petticoat like little mice stole in and out. suckling: _ballad upon a wedding._ [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet (nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking).--terence: _heautontimoroumenos, iv. , ._ [ - ] flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.--milton: _paradise lost, book iv. line ._ francis quarles. - . death aims with fouler spite at fairer marks.[ - ] _divine poems_ (_ed. _). sweet phosphor, bring the day whose conquering ray may chase these fogs; sweet phosphor, bring the day! sweet phosphor, bring the day! light will repay the wrongs of night; sweet phosphor, bring the day! _emblems. book i. emblem ._ be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. _emblems. book ii. emblem ._ this house is to be let for life or years; her rent is sorrow, and her income tears. cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known, she must be dearly let, or let alone. _emblems. book ii. emblem , ep. ._ the slender debt to nature 's quickly paid,[ - ] discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made. _emblems. book ii. emblem ._ the next way home 's the farthest way about.[ - ] _emblems. book iv. emblem , ep. ._ it is the lot of man but once to die. _emblems. book v. emblem ._ footnotes: [ - ] death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.--young: _night thoughts, night v. line ._ [ - ] to die is a debt we must all of us discharge.--euripides: _alcestis, line ._ [ - ] the longest way round is the shortest way home.--bohn: _foreign proverbs (italian)._ george herbert. - . to write a verse or two is all the praise that i can raise. _praise._ sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, the bridal of the earth and sky. _virtue._ sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie. _virtue._ only a sweet and virtuous soul, like seasoned timber, never gives. _virtue._ like summer friends, flies of estate and sunneshine. _the answer._ a servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room as for thy laws makes that and th' action fine. _the elixir._ a verse may find him who a sermon flies, and turn delight into a sacrifice. _the church porch._ dare to be true: nothing can need a lie; a fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.[ - ] _the church porch._ chase brave employment with a naked sword throughout the world. _the church porch._ sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, 't is angels' music. _the church porch._ the worst speak something good; if all want sense, god takes a text, and preacheth pa-ti-ence. _the church porch._ bibles laid open, millions of surprises. _sin._ religion stands on tiptoe in our land, ready to pass to the american strand. _the church militant._ man is one world, and hath another to attend him. _man._ if goodness lead him not, yet weariness may toss him to my breast. _the pulley._ the fineness which a hymn or psalm affords if when the soul unto the lines accords. _a true hymn._ wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?[ - ] _the size._ do well and right, and let the world sink.[ - ] _country parson. chap. xxix._ his bark is worse than his bite. _jacula prudentum._ after death the doctor.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ hell is full of good meanings and wishings.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ no sooner is a temple built to god, but the devil builds a chapel hard by.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ god's mill grinds slow, but sure.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ the offender never pardons.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ it is a poor sport that is not worth the candle. _jacula prudentum._ to a close-shorn sheep god gives wind by measure.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ the lion is not so fierce as they paint him.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ help thyself, and god will help thee.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ words are women, deeds are men.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ the mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ a dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.[ - ] _jacula prudentum._ footnotes: [ - ] and he that does one fault at first, and lies to hide it, makes it two. watts: _song xv._ [ - ] see heywood, page . bickerstaff: _thomas and sally._ [ - ] ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua (though the sky fall, let thy will be done).--sir t. browne: _religio medici, part ii. sect. xi._ [ - ] after the war, aid.--_greek proverb._ after me the deluge.--madame de pompadour. [ - ] hell is paved with good intentions.--dr. johnson (boswell's _life of johnson, annus _.) [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] though the mills of god grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small.--f. von logau ( - ): _retribution_ (translation). [ - ] they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.--dryden: _the conquest of grenada._ [ - ] god tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.--sterne: _sentimental journey._ [ - ] the lion is not so fierce as painted.--fuller: _expecting preferment._ [ - ] god helps those who help themselves.--sidney: _discourses on government, sect. xxiii._ franklin: _poor richard's almanac._ [ - ] words are men's daughters, but god's sons are things.--dr. madden: _boulter's monument_ (supposed to have been inserted by dr. johnson, ). [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see burton, page . izaak walton. - . of which, if thou be a severe, sour-complexioned man, then i here disallow thee to be a competent judge. _the complete angler. author's preface._ angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learnt. _the complete angler. author's preface._ as no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler. _the complete angler. author's preface._ i shall stay him no longer than to wish him a rainy evening to read this following discourse; and that if he be an honest angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing. _the complete angler. author's preface._ as the italians say, good company in a journey makes the way to seem the shorter. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ i am, sir, a brother of the angle. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ it [angling] deserves commendations; . . . it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ angling is somewhat like poetry,--men are to be born so. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.[ - ] _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ sir henry wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser of the art of angling; of which he would say, "'t was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it." _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ you will find angling to be like the virtue of humility, which has a calmness of spirit and a world of other blessings attending upon it. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ i remember that a wise friend of mine did usually say, "that which is everybody's business is nobody's business." _the complete angler. part i. chap. ii._ good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ii._ an excellent angler, and now with god. _the complete angler. part i. chap. iv._ old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good. _the complete angler. part i. chap. iv._ no man can lose what he never had. _the complete angler. part i. chap. v._ we may say of angling as dr. boteler[ - ] said of strawberries: "doubtless god could have made a better berry, but doubtless god never did;" and so, if i might be judge, god never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling. _the complete angler. part i. chap. v._ thus use your frog: put your hook--i mean the arming wire--through his mouth and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire; and in so doing use him as though you loved him. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ this dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of,--a blessing that money cannot buy. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ and upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust in his providence, and be quiet and go a-angling. _the complete angler. part i. chap. ._ but god, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him; marked him for his own.[ - ] _life of donne._ the great secretary of nature,--sir francis bacon.[ - ] _life of herbert._ oh, the gallant fisher's life! it is the best of any; 't is full of pleasure, void of strife, and 't is beloved by many. _the angler._ (john chalkhill.)[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] virtue is her own reward.--dryden: _tyrannic love, act iii. sc. ._ virtue is to herself the best reward.--henry more: _cupid's conflict._ virtue is its own reward.--prior: _imitations of horace, book iii. ode ._ gay: _epistle to methuen._ home: _douglas, act iii. sc. ._ virtue was sufficient of herself for happiness.--diogenes laertius: _plato, xlii._ ipsa quidem virtus sibimet pulcherrima merces (virtue herself is her own fairest reward).--silius italicus ( ?- ): _punica, lib. xiii. line ._ [ - ] william butler, styled by dr. fuller in his "worthies" (suffolk) the "Æsculapius of our age." he died in . this first appeared in the second edition of "the angler," . roger williams, in his "key into the language of america," , p. , says: "one of the chiefest doctors of england was wont to say, that god could have made, but god never did make, a better berry." [ - ] melancholy marked him for her own.--gray: _the epitaph._ [ - ] plato, aristotle, and socrates are secretaries of nature.--howell: _letters, book ii. letter xi._ [ - ] in , the year in which he died, walton prefixed a preface to a work edited by him: "thealma and clearchus, a pastoral history, in smooth and easy verse: written long since by john chalkhill esq., an aquaintant and friend of edmund spenser." chalkhill,--a name unappropriated, a verbal phantom, a shadow of a shade. chalkhill is no other than our old piscatory friend incognito.--zouch: _life of walton._ james shirley. - . the glories of our blood and state are shadows, not substantial things; there is no armour against fate; death lays his icy hands on kings. _contention of ajax and ulysses. sc. ._ only the actions of the just[ - ] smell sweet and blossom in the dust.[ - ] _contention of ajax and ulysses. sc. ._ death calls ye to the crowd of common men. _cupid and death._ footnotes: [ - ] the sweet remembrance of the just shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. tate and brady: _psalm cxxii. ._ [ - ] "their dust" in _works_ edited by dyce. samuel butler. - . and pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, was beat with fist instead of a stick. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ we grant, although he had much wit, he was very shy of using it. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ beside, 't is known he could speak greek as naturally as pigs squeak;[ - ] that latin was no more difficile than to a blackbird 't is to whistle. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ he could distinguish and divide a hair 'twixt south and southwest side. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ for rhetoric, he could not ope his mouth, but out there flew a trope. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ for all a rhetorician's rules teach nothing but to name his tools. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ a babylonish dialect which learned pedants much affect. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ for he by geometric scale could take the size of pots of ale. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ and wisely tell what hour o' the day the clock does strike, by algebra. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ whatever sceptic could inquire for, for every why he had a wherefore.[ - ] _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ where entity and quiddity, the ghosts of defunct bodies, fly. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ he knew what 's what,[ - ] and that 's as high as metaphysic wit can fly. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ such as take lodgings in a head that 's to be let unfurnished.[ - ] _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ 't was presbyterian true blue. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ and prove their doctrine orthodox, by apostolic blows and knocks. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ as if religion was intended for nothing else but to be mended. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ compound for sins they are inclined to, by damning those they have no mind to. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ the trenchant blade, toledo trusty, for want of fighting was grown rusty, and ate into itself, for lack of somebody to hew and hack. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ for rhyme the rudder is of verses, with which, like ships, they steer their courses. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ he ne'er consider'd it, as loth to look a gift-horse in the mouth.[ - ] _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ and force them, though it was in spite of nature and their stars, to write. _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ quoth hudibras, "i smell a rat![ - ] ralpho, thou dost prevaricate." _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ or shear swine, all cry and no wool.[ - ] _hudibras. part i. canto i. line ._ and bid the devil take the hin'most.[ - ] _hudibras. part i. canto ii. line ._ with many a stiff thwack, many a bang, hard crab-tree and old iron rang. _hudibras. part i. canto ii. line ._ like feather bed betwixt a wall and heavy brunt of cannon ball. _hudibras. part i. canto ii. line ._ ay me! what perils do environ the man that meddles with cold iron![ - ] _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ who thought he 'd won the field as certain as a gun.[ - ] _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ nor do i know what is become of him, more than the pope of rome. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ i 'll make the fur fly 'bout the ears of the old cur. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ he had got a hurt o' the inside, of a deadlier sort. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ these reasons made his mouth to water. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ while the honour thou hast got is spick and span new.[ - ] _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ with mortal crisis doth portend my days to appropinque an end. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ for those that run away and fly, take place at least o' the enemy. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ i am not now in fortune's power: he that is down can fall no lower.[ - ] _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ cheer'd up himself with ends of verse and sayings of philosophers. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ if he that in the field is slain be in the bed of honour lain, he that is beaten may be said to lie in honour's truckle-bed. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ when pious frauds and holy shifts are dispensations and gifts. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ friend ralph, thou hast outrun the constable[ - ] at last. _hudibras. part i. canto iii. line ._ some force whole regions, in despite o' geography, to change their site; make former times shake hands with latter, and that which was before come after. but those that write in rhyme still make the one verse for the other's sake; for one for sense, and one for rhyme, i think 's sufficient at one time. _hudibras. part ii. canto i. line ._ some have been beaten till they know what wood a cudgel 's of by th' blow; some kick'd until they can feel whether a shoe be spanish or neat's leather. _hudibras. part ii. canto i. line ._ no indian prince has to his palace more followers than a thief to the gallows. _hudibras. part ii. canto i. line ._ quoth she, i 've heard old cunning stagers say fools for arguments use wagers. _hudibras. part ii. canto i. line ._ love in your hearts as idly burns as fire in antique roman urns.[ - ] _hudibras. part ii. canto i. line ._ for what is worth in anything but so much money as 't will bring? _hudibras. part ii. canto i. line ._ love is a boy by poets styl'd; then spare the rod and spoil the child.[ - ] _hudibras. part ii. canto i. line ._ the sun had long since in the lap of thetis taken out his nap, and, like a lobster boil'd, the morn from black to red began to turn. _hudibras. part ii. canto ii. line ._ have always been at daggers-drawing, and one another clapper-clawing. _hudibras. part ii. canto ii. line ._ for truth is precious and divine,-- too rich a pearl for carnal swine. _hudibras. part ii. canto ii. line ._ why should not conscience have vacation as well as other courts o' th' nation? _hudibras. part ii. canto ii. line ._ he that imposes an oath makes it, not he that for convenience takes it; then how can any man be said to break an oath he never made? _hudibras. part ii. canto ii. line ._ as the ancients say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance,[ - ] and look before you ere you leap;[ - ] for as you sow, ye are like to reap.[ - ] _hudibras. part ii. canto ii. line ._ doubtless the pleasure is as great of being cheated as to cheat.[ - ] _hudibras. part ii. canto iii. line ._ he made an instrument to know if the moon shine at full or no. _hudibras. part ii. canto iii. line ._ each window like a pill'ry appears, with heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears. _hudibras. part ii. canto iii. line ._ to swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, and count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd. _hudibras. part ii. canto iii. line ._ there 's but the twinkling of a star between a man of peace and war. _hudibras. part ii. canto iii. line ._ but hudibras gave him a twitch as quick as lightning in the breech, just in the place where honour 's lodg'd, as wise philosophers have judg'd; because a kick in that part more hurts honour than deep wounds before. _hudibras. part ii. canto iii. line ._ as men of inward light are wont to turn their optics in upon 't. _hudibras. part iii. canto i. line ._ still amorous and fond and billing, like philip and mary on a shilling. _hudibras. part iii. canto i. line ._ what makes all doctrines plain and clear? about two hundred pounds a year. and that which was prov'd true before prove false again? two hundred more. _hudibras. part iii. canto i. line ._ 'cause grace and virtue are within prohibited degrees of kin; and therefore no true saint allows they shall be suffer'd to espouse. _hudibras. part iii. canto i. line ._ nick machiavel had ne'er a trick, though he gave his name to our old nick. _hudibras. part iii. canto i. line ._ with crosses, relics, crucifixes, beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes,-- the tools of working our salvation by mere mechanic operation. _hudibras. part iii. canto i. line ._ true as the dial to the sun,[ - ] although it be not shin'd upon. _hudibras. part iii. canto ii. line ._ but still his tongue ran on, the less of weight it bore, with greater ease. _hudibras. part iii. canto ii. line ._ for those that fly may fight again, which he can never do that 's slain.[ - ] _hudibras. part iii. canto iii. line ._ he that complies against his will is of his own opinion still. _hudibras. part iii. canto iii. line ._ with books and money plac'd for show like nest-eggs to make clients lay, and for his false opinion pay. _hudibras. part iii. canto iii. line ._ and poets by their sufferings grow,[ - ]-- as if there were no more to do, to make a poet excellent, but only want and discontent. _fragments._ footnotes: [ - ] he greek and latin speaks with greater ease than hogs eat acorns, and tame pigeons peas. cranfield: _panegyric on tom coriate._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see skelton, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] see fortescue, page . [ - ] bid the devil take the slowest.--prior: _on the taking of namur._ deil tak the hindmost.--burns: _to a haggis._ [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] sure as a gun.--dryden: _the spanish friar, act iii. sc. ._ cervantes: _don quixote, part i. book iii. chap. vii._ [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] he that is down needs fear no fall.--bunyan: _pilgrim's progress, part ii._ [ - ] outrun the constable.--ray: _proverbs, ._ [ - ] our wasted oil unprofitably burns, like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. cowper: _conversation, line ._ [ - ] see skelton, page . [ - ] see lyly, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.--_galatians vi._ [ - ] this couplet is enlarged on by swift in his "tale of a tub," where he says that the happiness of life consists in being well deceived. [ - ] true as the needle to the pole, or as the dial to the sun. barton booth: _song._ [ - ] let who will boast their courage in the field, i find but little safety from my shield. nature's, not honour's, law we must obey: this made me cast my useless shield away. and by a prudent flight and cunning save a life, which valour could not, from the grave. a better buckler i can soon regain; but who can get another life again? archilochus: _fragm. ._ (quoted by plutarch, _customs of the lacedæmonians._) sed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus illum magis græcum versiculum secularis sententiæ sibi adhibent, "qui fugiebat, rursus proeliabitur:" ut et rursus forsitan fugiat (but overlooking the divine exhortations, they act rather upon that greek verse of worldly significance, "he who flees will fight again," and that perhaps to betake himself again to flight).--tertullian: _de fuga in persecutione, c. ._ the corresponding greek, anêr o pheugôn kai palin machêsetai, is ascribed to menander. see _fragments_ (appended to aristophanes in didot's _bib. græca_,), p. . that same man that runnith awaie maie again fight an other daie. erasmus: _apothegms, _ (translated by udall). celuy qui fuit de bonne heure pent combattre derechef (he who flies at the right time can fight again). _satyre menippée_ ( ). qui fuit peut revenir aussi; qui meurt, il n'en est pas ainsi (he who flies can also return; but it is not so with him who dies). scarron ( - ). he that fights and runs away may turn and fight another day; but he that is in battle slain will never rise to fight again. ray: _history of the rebellion_ ( ), _p. ._ for he who fights and runs away may live to fight another day; but he who is in battle slain can never rise and fight again. goldsmith: _the art of poetry on a new plan_ ( ), _vol. ii. p. ._ [ - ] most wretched men are cradled into poetry by wrong; they learn in suffering what they teach in song. shelley: _julian and maddalo._ sir william davenant. - . the assembled souls of all that men held wise. _gondibert. book ii. canto v. stanza ._ since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, it is not safe to know.[ - ] _the just italian. act v. sc. ._ for angling-rod he took a sturdy oake;[ - ] for line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; his hooke was such as heads the end of pole to pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole; the hook was baited with a dragon's tale,-- and then on rock he stood to bob for whale. _britannia triumphans. page . ._ footnotes: [ - ] from ignorance our comfort flows.--prior: _to the hon. charles montague._ where ignorance is bliss, 't is folly to be wise. gray: _eton college, stanza ._ [ - ] for angling rod he took a sturdy oak; for line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; . . . . . . his hook was baited with a dragon's tail,-- and then on rock he stood to bob for whale. from _the mock romance_, a rhapsody attached to _the loves of hero and leander_, published in london in the years and . chambers's _book of days, vol. i. p. ._ daniel: _rural sports, supplement, p. ._ his angle-rod made of a sturdy oak; his line, a cable which in storms ne'er broke; his hook he baited with a dragon's tail,-- and sat upon a rock, and bobb'd for whale. william king ( - ): _upon a giant's angling_ (in chalmers's "british poets" ascribed to king.) sir thomas browne. - . too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth. _religio medici. part i. sect. vi._ rich with the spoils of nature.[ - ] _religio medici. part i. sect. xiii._ nature is the art of god.[ - ] _religio medici. part i. sect. xvi._ the thousand doors that lead to death.[ - ] _religio medici. part i. sect. xliv._ the heart of man is the place the devil 's in: i feel sometimes a hell within myself.[ - ] _religio medici. part i. sect. li._ there is no road or ready way to virtue. _religio medici. part i. sect. lv._ it is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.[ - ] _religio medici. part ii. sect. ii._ there is music in the beauty, and the silent note which cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.[ - ] _religio medici. part ii. sect. ix._ sleep is a death; oh, make me try by sleeping what it is to die, and as gently lay my head on my grave as now my bed! _religio medici. part ii. sect. xii._ ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua.[ - ] _religio medici. part ii. sect. xii._ times before you, when even living men were antiquities,--when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could not be properly said to go unto the greater number.[ - ] _dedication to urn-burial._ i look upon you as gem of the old rock.[ - ] _dedication to urn-burial._ man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave. _dedication to urn-burial. chap. v._ quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests. _dedication to urn-burial. chap. v._ herostratus lives that burnt the temple of diana; he is almost lost that built it.[ - ] _dedication to urn-burial. chap. v._ what song the sirens sang, or what name achilles assumed when he hid himself among women. _dedication to urn-burial. chap. v._ when we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose. _vulgar errors._ footnotes: [ - ] rich with the spoils of time.--gray: _elegy, stanza ._ [ - ] the course of nature is the art of god.--young: _night thoughts, night ix. line ._ [ - ] see massinger, page . [ - ] the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. milton: _paradise lost, book i. line ._ [ - ] the human features and countenance, although composed of but some ten parts or little more, are so fashioned that among so many thousands of men there are no two in existence who cannot be distinguished from one another.--pliny: _natural history, book vii. chap. i._ of a thousand shavers, two do not shave so much alike as not to be distinguished.--johnson ( ). there never were in the world two opinions alike, no more than two hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.--montaigne: _of the resemblance of children to their fathers, book i. chap. xxxvii._ [ - ] oh, could you view the melody of every grace and music of her face. lovelace: _orpheus to beasts._ [ - ] see herbert, page . [ - ] 't is long since death had the majority.--blair: _the grave, part ii. line ._ [ - ] adamas de rupe præstantissimus (a most excellent diamond from the rock). a chip of the old block.--prior: _life of burke._ [ - ] the aspiring youth that fired the ephesian dome outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it. cibber: _richard iii. act iii. sc. ._ edmund waller. - . the yielding marble of her snowy breast. _on a lady passing through a crowd of people._ that eagle's fate and mine are one, which on the shaft that made him die espied a feather of his own, wherewith he wont to soar so high.[ - ] _to a lady singing a song of his composing._ a narrow compass! and yet there dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; give me but what this riband bound, take all the rest the sun goes round. _on a girdle._ for all we know of what the blessed do above is, that they sing, and that they love. _while i listen to thy voice._ poets that lasting marble seek must come in latin or in greek. _of english verse._ under the tropic is our language spoke, and part of flanders hath receiv'd our yoke. _upon the death of the lord protector._ go, lovely rose! tell her that wastes her time and me that now she knows, when i resemble her to thee, how sweet and fair she seems to be. _go, lovely rose._ how small a part of time they share that are so wondrous sweet and fair! _go, lovely rose._ illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, and every conqueror creates a muse. _panegyric on cromwell._ in such green palaces the first kings reign'd, slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd; with such old counsellors they did advise, and by frequenting sacred groves grew wise. _on st. james's park._ and keeps the palace of the soul.[ - ] _of tea._ poets lose half the praise they should have got, could it be known what they discreetly blot. _upon roscommon's translation of horace, de arte poetica._ could we forbear dispute and practise love, we should agree as angels do above. _divine love. canto iii._ the soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, lets in new light through chinks that time has made.[ - ] stronger by weakness, wiser men become as they draw near to their eternal home: leaving the old, both worlds at once they view that stand upon the threshold of the new. _on the divine poems._ footnotes: [ - ] so in the libyan fable it is told that once an eagle, stricken with a dart, said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, "with our own feathers, not by others' hands, are we now smitten." Æschylus: _fragm. _ (plumptre's translation). so the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, no more through rolling clouds to soar again, view'd his own feather on the fatal dart, and wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. byron: _english bards and scotch reviewers, line ._ like a young eagle, who has lent his plume to fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, see their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart which rank corruption destines for their heart. thomas moore: _corruption._ [ - ] the dome of thought, the palace of the soul.--byron: _childe harold, canto ii. stanza ._ [ - ] see daniel, page . to vanish in the chinks that time has made.--rogers: _pæstum._ thomas fuller. - . drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. _life of monica._ he was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.[ - ] _life of the duke of alva._ she commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him. _holy and profane state. the good wife._ he knows little who will tell his wife all he knows. _holy and profane state. the good husband._ one that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience. _holy and profane state. the good advocate._ a little skill in antiquity inclines a man to popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.[ - ] _holy and profane state. the true church antiquary._ but our captain counts the image of god--nevertheless his image--cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest moors he sees the representation of the king of heaven. _holy and profane state. the good sea-captain._ to smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul. _holy and profane state. the virtuous lady._ the lion is not so fierce as painted.[ - ] _holy and profane state. of preferment._ their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit; sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room. _holy and profane state. of natural fools._ the pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders. _holy and profane state. of tombs._ learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost. _holy and profane state. of books._ they that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter. _holy and profane state. of marriage._ fame sometimes hath created something of nothing. _holy and profane state. fame._ often the cockloft is empty in those whom nature hath built many stories high.[ - ] _andronicus. sect. vi. par. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] a fiery soul, which, working out its way, fretted the pygmy-body to decay, and o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. dryden: _absalom and achitophel, part i. line ._ [ - ] see bacon, p. . [ - ] see herbert, p. . [ - ] see bacon, p. . john milton. - . of man's first disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste brought death into the world, and all our woe. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ or if sion hill delight thee more, and siloa's brook, that flow'd fast by the oracle of god. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ what in me is dark illumine, what is low raise and support, that to the height of this great argument i may assert eternal providence, and justify the ways of god to men.[ - ] _paradise lost. book i. line ._ as far as angels' ken. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ yet from those flames no light, but rather darkness visible. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ where peace and rest can never dwell, hope never comes that comes to all. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ what though the field be lost? all is not lost; th' unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and courage never to submit or yield. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ to be weak is miserable, doing or suffering. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ and out of good still to find means of evil. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ farewell happy fields, where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors! _paradise lost. book i. line ._ a mind not to be chang'd by place or time. the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.[ - ] _paradise lost. book i. line ._ here we may reign secure; and in my choice to reign is worth ambition, though in hell: better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ heard so oft in worst extremes, and on the perilous edge of battle. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ his spear, to equal which the tallest pine hewn on norwegian hills to be the mast of some great ammiral were but a wand, he walk'd with to support uneasy steps over the burning marle. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks in vallombrosa, where th' etrurian shades high over-arch'd imbower. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ awake, arise, or be forever fallen! _paradise lost. book i. line ._ spirits when they please can either sex assume, or both. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ execute their airy purposes. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ when night darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of belial, flown with insolence and wine. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.[ - ] _paradise lost. book i. line ._ sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: at which the universal host up sent a shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond frighted the reign of chaos and old night. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ anon they move in perfect phalanx, to the dorian mood of flutes and soft recorders. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ his form had yet not lost all her original brightness, nor appear'd less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess of glory obscur'd. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ in dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds on half the nations, and with fear of change perplexes monarchs. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ mammon, the least erected spirit that fell from heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts were always downward bent, admiring more the riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd in vision beatific. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ let none admire that riches grow in hell: that soil may best deserve the precious bane. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ anon out of the earth a fabric huge rose, like an exhalation. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ from morn to noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,-- a summer's day; and with the setting sun dropp'd from the zenith like a falling star. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ fairy elves, whose midnight revels by a forest side or fountain some belated peasant sees, or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon sits arbitress. _paradise lost. book i. line ._ high on a throne of royal state, which far outshone the wealth of ormus and of ind, or where the gorgeous east with richest hand showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd to that bad eminence. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ surer to prosper than prosperity could have assur'd us. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ the strongest and the fiercest spirit that fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ rather than be less, car'd not to be at all. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ my sentence is for open war. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ that in our proper motion we ascend up to our native seat: descent and fall to us is adverse. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ when the scourge inexorable and the torturing hour call us to penance. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ which, if not victory, is yet revenge. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ but all was false and hollow; though his tongue dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear the better reason,[ - ] to perplex and dash maturest counsels. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ th' ethereal mould incapable of stain would soon expel her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, victorious. thus repuls'd, our final hope is flat despair.[ - ] _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ for who would lose, though full of pain, this intellectual being, those thoughts that wander through eternity, to perish rather, swallow'd up and lost in the wide womb of uncreated night? _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ his red right hand.[ - ] _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ the never-ending flight of future days. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ our torments also may in length of time become our elements. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ with grave aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd a pillar of state; deep on his front engraven deliberation sat, and public care; and princely counsel in his face yet shone, majestic though in ruin: sage he stood, with atlantean shoulders, fit to bear the weight of mightiest monarchies; his look drew audience and attention still as night or summer's noontide air. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ the palpable obscure. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ their rising all at once was as the sound of thunder heard remote. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ the low'ring element scowls o'er the darken'd landscape. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd firm concord holds, men only disagree of creatures rational. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ in discourse more sweet; for eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. others apart sat on a hill retir'd, in thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute; and found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ vain wisdom all and false philosophy. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ arm th' obdur'd breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ a gulf profound as that serbonian bog betwixt damiata and mount casius old, where armies whole have sunk: the parching air burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire. thither by harpy-footed furies hal'd, at certain revolutions all the damn'd are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change of fierce extremes,--extremes by change more fierce; from beds of raging fire to starve in ice their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ o'er many a frozen, many a fiery alp, rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ gorgons and hydras and chimæras dire. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ the other shape, if shape it might be call'd that shape had none distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, for each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, and shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head the likeness of a kingly crown had on. satan was now at hand. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ whence and what art thou, execrable shape? _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ back to thy punishment, false fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ so spake the grisly terror. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ incens'd with indignation satan stood unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd that fires the length of ophiuchus huge in th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair shakes pestilence and war. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ their fatal hands no second stroke intend. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ hell grew darker at their frown. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ i fled, and cry'd out, death! hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd from all her caves, and back resounded, death! _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ before mine eyes in opposition sits grim death, my son and foe. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ death grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear his famine should be fill'd. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ on a sudden open fly, with impetuous recoil and jarring sound, th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate harsh thunder. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ where eldest night and chaos, ancestors of nature, hold eternal anarchy amidst the noise of endless wars, and by confusion stand; for hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, strive here for mast'ry. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ into this wild abyss, the womb of nature and perhaps her grave. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ to compare great things with small.[ - ] _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ o'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, with head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, and swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ with ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, confusion worse confounded. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ so he with difficulty and labour hard mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ and fast by, hanging in a golden chain, this pendent world, in bigness as a star of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. _paradise lost. book ii. line ._ hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ the rising world of waters dark and deep. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ thoughts that voluntary move harmonious numbers. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ thus with the year seasons return; but not to me returns day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; but cloud instead, and ever-during dark surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair presented with a universal blank of nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, and wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ see golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, with joy and love triumphing. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ dark with excessive bright. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ embryos and idiots, eremites and friars, white, black, and gray, with all their trumpery. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ since call'd the paradise of fools, to few unknown. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ and oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps at wisdom's gate, and to simplicity resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill where no ill seems. _paradise lost. book iii. line ._ the hell within him. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ now conscience wakes despair that slumber'd,--wakes the bitter memory of what he was, what is, and what must be worse. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ at whose sight all the stars hide their diminish'd heads.[ - ] _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ a grateful mind by owing owes not, but still pays, at once indebted and discharg'd. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ which way shall i fly infinite wrath and infinite despair? which way i fly is hell; myself am hell; and in the lowest deep a lower deep, still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, to which the hell i suffer seems a heaven. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ such joy ambition finds. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ ease would recant vows made in pain, as violent and void. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ so farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, farewell remorse; all good to me is lost. evil, be thou my good. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ that practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ sabean odours from the spicy shore of araby the blest. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ and on the tree of life, the middle tree and highest there that grew, sat like a cormorant. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ a heaven on earth. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ flowers worthy of paradise. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.[ - ] _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ proserpine gathering flowers, herself a fairer flower. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ for contemplation he and valour form'd, for softness she and sweet attractive grace; he for god only, she for god in him. his fair large front and eye sublime declar'd absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks round from his parted forelock manly hung clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ implied subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, and by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,-- yielded with coy submission, modest pride, and sweet, reluctant, amorous delay. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ adam the goodliest man of men since born his sons, the fairest of her daughters eve. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ and with necessity, the tyrant's plea,[ - ] excus'd his devilish deeds. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ as jupiter on juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds that shed may flowers. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ imparadis'd in one another's arms. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ live while ye may, yet happy pair. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ now came still evening on, and twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad; silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, they to their grassy couch, these to their nests, were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; she all night long her amorous descant sung; silence was pleas'd. now glow'd the firmament with living sapphires; hesperus, that led the starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, rising in clouded majesty, at length apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, and o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ the timely dew of sleep. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ with thee conversing i forget all time, all seasons, and their change,--all please alike. sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, with charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun when first on this delightful land he spreads his orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth after soft showers; and sweet the coming on of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night with this her solemn bird and this fair moon, and these the gems of heaven, her starry train: but neither breath of morn when she ascends with charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun on this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night with this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ in naked beauty more adorn'd, more lovely than pandora.[ - ] _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ eas'd the putting off these troublesome disguises which we wear. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source of human offspring. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ squat like a toad, close at the ear of eve. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ him thus intent ithuriel with his spear touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure touch of celestial temper. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ not to know me argues yourselves unknown, the lowest of your throng. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ abash'd the devil stood, and felt how awful goodness is, and saw virtue in her shape how lovely. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ all hell broke loose. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ like teneriff or atlas unremoved. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ the starry cope of heaven. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ fled murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. _paradise lost. book iv. line ._ now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, when adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep was aery light, from pure digestion bred. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ hung over her enamour'd, and beheld beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, shot forth peculiar graces. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ my latest found, heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight! _paradise lost. book v. line ._ good, the more communicated, more abundant grows. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ these are thy glorious works, parent of good! _paradise lost. book v. line ._ fairest of stars, last in the train of night, if better thou belong not to the dawn. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ a wilderness of sweets. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ another morn ris'n on mid-noon. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ so saying, with despatchful looks in haste she turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ nor jealousy was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ the bright consummate flower. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ they eat, they drink, and in communion sweet quaff immortality and joy. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ satan; so call him now, his former name is heard no more in heaven. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ midnight brought on the dusky hour friendliest to sleep and silence. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ innumerable as the stars of night, or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun impearls on every leaf and every flower. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ so spake the seraph abdiel, faithful found; among the faithless, faithful only he. _paradise lost. book v. line ._ morn, wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand unbarr'd the gates of light. _paradise lost. book vi. line ._ servant of god, well done; well hast thou fought the better fight. _paradise lost. book vi. line ._ arms on armour clashing bray'd horrible discord, and the madding wheels of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise of conflict. _paradise lost. book vi. line ._ spirits that live throughout, vital in every part, not as frail man, in entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, cannot but by annihilating die. _paradise lost. book vi. line ._ far off his coming shone. _paradise lost. book vi. line ._ more safe i sing with mortal voice, unchang'd to hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, on evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues. _paradise lost. book vii. line ._ still govern thou my song, urania, and fit audience find, though few. _paradise lost. book vii. line ._ heaven open'd wide her ever during gates, harmonious sound, on golden hinges moving. _paradise lost. book vii. line ._ hither, as to their fountain, other stars repairing, in their golden urns draw light. _paradise lost. book vii. line ._ now half appear'd the tawny lion, pawing to get free his hinder parts. _paradise lost. book vii. line ._ indu'd with sanctity of reason. _paradise lost. book vii. line ._ a broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, and pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear seen in the galaxy, that milky way which nightly as a circling zone thou seest powder'd with stars. _paradise lost. book vii. line ._ the angel ended, and in adam's ear so charming left his voice, that he awhile thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ there swift return diurnal, merely to officiate light round this opacous earth, this punctual spot. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ and grace that won who saw to wish her stay. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ and touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ with centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ her silent course advance with inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps on her soft axle. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ be lowly wise: think only what concerns thee and thy being. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ to know that which before us lies in daily life is the prime wisdom. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ liquid lapse of murmuring streams. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ and feel that i am happier than i know. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ among unequals what society can sort, what harmony, or true delight? _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ her virtue and the conscience of her worth, that would be woo'd, and not unsought be won. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ she what was honour knew, and with obsequious majesty approv'd my pleaded reason. to the nuptial bower i led her blushing like the morn; all heaven and happy constellations on that hour shed their selectest influence; the earth gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ the sum of earthly bliss. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ so well to know her own, that what she wills to do or say seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ accuse not nature: she hath done her part; do thou but thine. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ oft times nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on just and right well manag'd.[ - ] _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ those graceful acts, those thousand decencies that daily flow from all her words and actions. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ with a smile that glow'd celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. _paradise lost. book viii. line ._ my unpremeditated verse. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ unless an age too late, or cold climate, or years, damp my intended wing. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ revenge, at first though sweet, bitter ere long back on itself recoils. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ the work under our labour grows, luxurious by restraint. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ smiles from reason flow, to brute deny'd, and are of love the food. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ for solitude sometimes is best society, and short retirement urges sweet return. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ at shut of evening flowers. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ as one who long in populous city pent, where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ so gloz'd the tempter. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ hope elevates, and joy brightens his crest. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ left that command sole daughter of his voice.[ - ] _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ earth felt the wound; and nature from her seat, sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe that all was lost. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ in her face excuse came prologue, and apology too prompt. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ a pillar'd shade high overarch'd, and echoing walks between. _paradise lost. book ix. line ._ yet i shall temper so justice with mercy, as may illustrate most them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease. _paradise lost. book x. line ._ so scented the grim feature, and upturn'd his nostril wide into the murky air, sagacious of his quarry from so far. _paradise lost. book x. line ._ how gladly would i meet mortality my sentence, and be earth insensible! how glad would lay me down as in my mother's lap! _paradise lost. book x. line ._ must i thus leave thee, paradise?--thus leave thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? _paradise lost. book xi. line ._ then purg'd with euphrasy and rue the visual nerve, for he had much to see. _paradise lost. book xi. line ._ moping melancholy and moon-struck madness. _paradise lost. book xi. line ._ and over them triumphant death his dart shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd. _paradise lost. book xi. line ._ so may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop into thy mother's lap. _paradise lost. book xi. line ._ nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st live well: how long or short permit to heaven.[ - ] _paradise lost. book xi. line ._ a bevy of fair women. _paradise lost. book xi. line ._ the brazen throat of war. _paradise lost. book xi. line ._ some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon; the world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and providence their guide. they hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, through eden took their solitary way. _paradise lost. book xii. line ._ beauty stands in the admiration only of weak minds led captive. _paradise regained. book ii. line ._ rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd. _paradise regained. book ii. line ._ of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise. _paradise regained. book iii. line ._ elephants endors'd with towers. _paradise regained. book iii. line ._ syene, and where the shadow both way falls, meroe, nilotic isle. _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd. _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ the childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.[ - ] _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ athens, the eye of greece, mother of arts and eloquence. _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ the olive grove of academe, plato's retirement, where the attic bird trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long. _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ thence to the famous orators repair, those ancient, whose resistless eloquence wielded at will that fierce democratie, shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over greece, to macedon, and artaxerxes' throne. _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ socrates . . . whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd wisest of men. _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ as children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. or if i would delight my private hours with music or with poem, where so soon as in our native language can i find that solace? _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ till morning fair came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. _paradise regained. book iv. line ._ o dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, irrecoverably dark, total eclipse without all hope of day! _samson agonistes. line ._ the sun to me is dark and silent as the moon, when she deserts the night hid in her vacant interlunar cave. _samson agonistes. line ._ ran on embattled armies clad in iron, and, weaponless himself, made arms ridiculous. _samson agonistes. line ._ just are the ways of god, and justifiable to men; unless there be who think not god at all. _samson agonistes. line ._ what boots it at one gate to make defence, and at another to let in the foe? _samson agonistes. line ._ but who is this, what thing of sea or land,-- female of sex it seems,-- that so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, comes this way sailing like a stately ship of tarsus, bound for th' isles of javan or gadire, with all her bravery on, and tackle trim, sails fill'd, and streamers waving, courted by all the winds that hold them play, an amber scent of odorous perfume her harbinger? _samson agonistes. line ._ yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, after offence returning, to regain love once possess'd. _samson agonistes. line ._ he 's gone, and who knows how he may report thy words by adding fuel to the flame? _samson agonistes. line ._ for evil news rides post, while good news baits. _samson agonistes. line ._ and as an ev'ning dragon came, assailant on the perched roosts and nests in order rang'd of tame villatic fowl. _samson agonistes. line ._ nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, dispraise, or blame,--nothing but well and fair, and what may quiet us in a death so noble. _samson agonistes. line ._ above the smoke and stir of this dim spot which men call earth. _comus. line ._ that golden key that opes the palace of eternity. _comus. line ._ the nodding horror of whose shady brows threats the forlorn and wandering passenger. _comus. line ._ i will tell you now what never yet was heard in tale or song, from old or modern bard, in hall or bower. _comus. line ._ bacchus, that first from out the purple grape crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine. _comus. line ._ these my sky-robes spun out of iris' woof. _comus. line ._ the star that bids the shepherd fold. _comus. line ._ midnight shout and revelry, tipsy dance and jollity. _comus. line ._ ere the blabbing eastern scout, the nice morn, on th' indian steep from her cabin'd loop-hole peep. _comus. line ._ when the gray-hooded even, like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, rose from the hindmost wheels of phoebus' wain. _comus. line ._ a thousand fantasies begin to throng into my memory, of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, and airy tongues that syllable men's names on sands and shores and desert wildernesses. _comus. line ._ o welcome, pure-ey'd faith, white-handed hope, thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings! _comus. line ._ was i deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud turn forth her silver lining on the night? _comus. line ._ can any mortal mixture of earth's mould breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? _comus. line ._ how sweetly did they float upon the wings of silence through the empty-vaulted night, at every fall smoothing the raven down of darkness till it smil'd! _comus. line ._ who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul and lap it in elysium. _comus. line ._ such sober certainty of waking bliss. _comus. line ._ i took it for a faery vision of some gay creatures of the element, that in the colours of the rainbow live, and play i' th' plighted clouds. _comus. line ._ it were a journey like the path to heaven, to help you find them. _comus. line ._ with thy long levell'd rule of streaming light. _comus. line ._ virtue could see to do what virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon were in the flat sea sunk. and wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where with her best nurse contemplation she plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, that in the various bustle of resort were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. he that has light within his own clear breast may sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day; but he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts benighted walks under the midday sun. _comus. line ._ the unsunn'd heaps of miser's treasure. _comus. line ._ 't is chastity, my brother, chastity: she that has that is clad in complete steel. _comus. line ._ some say no evil thing that walks by night, in fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost that breaks his magic chains at curfew time, no goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. _comus. line ._ so dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, that when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and in clear dream and solemn vision tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, till oft converse with heav'nly habitants begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape. _comus. line ._ how charming is divine philosophy! not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, but musical as is apollo's lute,[ - ] and a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets where no crude surfeit reigns. _comus. line ._ and sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale. _comus. line ._ fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance. _comus. line ._ i was all ear, and took in strains that might create a soul under the ribs of death. _comus. line ._ that power which erring men call chance. _comus. line ._ if this fail, the pillar'd firmament is rottenness, and earth's base built on stubble. _comus. line ._ the leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, but in another country, as he said, bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain treads on it daily with his clouted shoon. _comus. line ._ enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, and yet came off. _comus. line ._ this cordial julep here, that flames and dances in his crystal bounds. _comus. line ._ budge doctors of the stoic fur. _comus. line ._ and live like nature's bastards, not her sons. _comus. line ._ it is for homely features to keep home,-- they had their name thence; coarse complexions and cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply the sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. what need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn? _comus. line ._ swinish gluttony ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, but with besotted base ingratitude crams, and blasphemes his feeder. _comus. line ._ enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, that hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. _comus. line ._ his rod revers'd, and backward mutters of dissevering power. _comus. line ._ sabrina fair, listen where thou art sitting under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, in twisted braids of lilies knitting the loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. _comus. line ._ but now my task is smoothly done, i can fly, or i can run. _comus. line ._ or if virtue feeble were, heav'n itself would stoop to her. _comus. line ._ i come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, and with forc'd fingers rude shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. _lycidas. line ._ he knew himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. _lycidas. line ._ without the meed of some melodious tear. _lycidas. line ._ under the opening eyelids of the morn. _lycidas. line ._ but oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, now thou art gone and never must return! _lycidas. line ._ the gadding vine. _lycidas. line ._ and strictly meditate the thankless muse. _lycidas. line ._ to sport with amaryllis in the shade, or with the tangles of neæra's hair. _lycidas. line ._ fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise[ - ] (that last infirmity of noble mind) to scorn delights, and live laborious days; but the fair guerdon when we hope to find, and think to burst out into sudden blaze, comes the blind fury with th' abhorred shears and slits the thin-spun life. _lycidas. line ._ fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. _lycidas. line ._ it was that fatal and perfidious bark, built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. _lycidas. line ._ the pilot of the galilean lake; two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (the golden opes, the iron shuts amain). _lycidas. line ._ but that two-handed engine at the door stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. _lycidas. line ._ throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes that on the green turf suck the honied showers, and purple all the ground with vernal flowers. bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, the tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, the white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet, the glowing violet, the musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, with cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, and every flower that sad embroidery wears. _lycidas. line ._ so sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, and yet anon repairs his drooping head, and tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore flames in the forehead of the morning sky. _lycidas. line ._ he touch'd the tender stops of various quills, with eager thought warbling his doric lay. _lycidas. line ._ to-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. _lycidas. line ._ haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee jest and youthful jollity, quips and cranks and wanton wiles, nods and becks and wreathed smiles. _l'allegro. line ._ sport, that wrinkled care derides, and laughter holding both his sides. come and trip it as ye go, on the light fantastic toe. _l'allegro. line ._ the mountain nymph, sweet liberty. _l'allegro. line ._ and every shepherd tells his tale under the hawthorn in the dale. _l'allegro. line ._ meadows trim with daisies pied, shallow brooks and rivers wide; towers and battlements it sees bosom'd high in tufted trees, where perhaps some beauty lies, the cynosure of neighboring eyes. _l'allegro. line ._ herbs, and other country messes, which the neat-handed phillis dresses. _l'allegro. line ._ to many a youth and many a maid dancing in the chequer'd shade. _l'allegro. line ._ then to the spicy nut-brown ale. _l'allegro. line ._ tower'd cities please us then, and the busy hum of men. _l'allegro. line ._ ladies, whose bright eyes rain influence, and judge the prize. _l'allegro. line ._ such sights as youthful poets dream on summer eyes by haunted stream. then to the well-trod stage anon, if jonson's learned sock be on, or sweetest shakespeare, fancy's child, warble his native wood-notes wild. _l'allegro. line ._ and ever against eating cares lap me in soft lydian airs, married to immortal verse,[ - ] such as the meeting soul may pierce, in notes with many a winding bout of linked sweetness long drawn out. _l'allegro. line ._ untwisting all the chains that tie the hidden soul of harmony. _l'allegro. line ._ the gay motes that people the sunbeams. _il penseroso. line ._ and looks commercing with the skies, thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. _il penseroso. line ._ forget thyself to marble. _il penseroso. line ._ and join with thee calm peace and quiet, spare fast, that oft with gods doth diet. _il penseroso. line ._ and add to these retired leisure, that in trim gardens takes his pleasure. _il penseroso. line ._ sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy! _il penseroso. line ._ i walk unseen on the dry smooth-shaven green, to behold the wandering moon riding near her highest noon, like one that had been led astray through the heav'n's wide pathless way; and oft, as if her head she bow'd, stooping through a fleecy cloud. _il penseroso. line ._ where glowing embers through the room teach light to counterfeit a gloom. _il penseroso. line ._ far from all resort of mirth save the cricket on the hearth. _il penseroso. line ._ sometime let gorgeous tragedy in sceptred pall come sweeping by, presenting thebes, or pelops' line, or the tale of troy divine. _il penseroso. line ._ or bid the soul of orpheus sing such notes as, warbled to the string, drew iron tears down pluto's cheek. _il penseroso. line ._ or call up him that left half told the story of cambuscan bold. _il penseroso. line ._ where more is meant than meets the ear. _il penseroso. line ._ when the gust hath blown his fill, ending on the rustling leaves with minute drops from off the eaves. _il penseroso. line ._ hide me from day's garish eye. _il penseroso. line ._ and storied windows richly dight, casting a dim religious light. _il penseroso. line ._ till old experience do attain to something like prophetic strain. _il penseroso. line ._ such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. _arcades. line ._ under the shady roof of branching elm star-proof. _arcades. line ._ o fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, soft silken primrose fading timelessly. _ode on the death of a fair infant, dying of a cough._ such as may make thee search the coffers round. _at a vacation exercise. line ._ no war or battle's sound was heard the world around. _hymn on christ's nativity. line ._ time will run back and fetch the age of gold. _hymn on christ's nativity. line ._ swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail. _hymn on christ's nativity. line ._ the oracles are dumb, no voice or hideous hum runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. apollo from his shrine can no more divine, with hollow shriek the steep of delphos leaving. no nightly trance or breathed spell inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. _hymn on christ's nativity. line ._ from haunted spring and dale edg'd with poplar pale the parting genius is with sighing sent. _hymn on christ's nativity. line ._ peor and baälim forsake their temples dim. _hymn on christ's nativity. line ._ what needs my shakespeare for his honour'd bones,-- the labour of an age in piled stones? or that his hallow'd relics should be hid under a star-y-pointing pyramid? dear son of memory, great heir of fame, what need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? _epitaph on shakespeare._ and so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie, that kings for such a tomb would wish to die. _epitaph on shakespeare._ thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.[ - ] _sonnet to the nightingale._ as ever in my great taskmaster's eye. _on his being arrived to the age of twenty-three._ the great emathian conqueror bid spare the house of pindarus, when temple and tower went to the ground. _when the assault was intended to the city._ that old man eloquent. _to the lady margaret ley._ that would have made quintilian stare and gasp. _on the detraction which followed upon my writing certain treatises._ license they mean when they cry, liberty! for who loves that must first be wise and good. _on the detraction which followed upon my writing certain treatises._ peace hath her victories no less renown'd than war. _to the lord general cromwell._ ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, when all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones. _on the late massacre in piedmont._ thousands at his bidding speed, and post o'er land and ocean without rest; they also serve who only stand and wait. _on his blindness._ what neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, of attic taste? _to mr. lawrence._ in mirth that after no repenting draws. _sonnet xxi. to cyriac skinner._ for other things mild heav'n a time ordains, and disapproves that care, though wise in show, that with superfluous burden loads the day, and when god sends a cheerful hour, refrains. _sonnet xxi. to cyriac skinner._ yet i argue not against heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer right onward. _sonnet xxii. to cyriac skinner._ of which all europe rings from side to side. _sonnet xxii. to cyriac skinner._ but oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, i wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. _on his deceased wife._ have hung my dank and dropping weeds to the stern god of sea. _translation of horace. book i. ode ._ for such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted plagiarè. _iconoclastes. xxiii._ truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.[ - ] _doctrine and discipline of divorce._ a poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him. _the reason of church government. introduction, book ii._ by labour and intent study (which i take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, i might perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should not willingly let it die. _the reason of church government. introduction, book ii._ beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies. _the reason of church government. introduction, book ii._ he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem. _apology for smectymnuus._ his words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. _apology for smectymnuus._ litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees. _tractate of education._ i shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct ye to a hillside, where i will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble education; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds on every side that the harp of orpheus was not more charming. _tractate of education._ enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to god, and famous to all ages. _tractate of education._ ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of plato. . . . to which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less suttle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and passionate. _tractate of education._ in those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. _tractate of education._ attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument. _tractate of education._ as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, god's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself. _areopagitica._ a good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. _areopagitica._ seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books. _areopagitica._ i cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. _areopagitica._ who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers? _areopagitica._ methinks i see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks i see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam. _areopagitica._ though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so truth be in the field, we do ingloriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. let her and falsehood grapple: who ever knew truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?[ - ] _areopagitica._ men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law. _tetrachordon._ by this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes. _the history of england. book i._ such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air? _the history of england. book iv._ footnotes: [ - ] but vindicate the ways of god to man.--pope: _essay on man, epistle i. line ._ [ - ] see book iv. line . [ - ] stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.--gray: _the bard, i. , line ._ [ - ] aristophanes turns socrates into ridicule . . . as making the worse appear the better reason.--diogenes laertius: _socrates, v._ [ - ] our hope is loss, our hope but sad despair.--shakespeare: _henry vi. part iii. act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] rubente dextera.--horace: _ode i. , ._ [ - ] compare great things with small.--virgil: _eclogues, i. _; _georgics, iv. _. cowley: _the motto._ dryden: _ovid, metamorphoses, book i. line ._ tickell: _poem on hunting._ pope: _windsor forest._ [ - ] ye little stars! hide your diminished rays.--pope: _moral essays, epistle iii. line ._ [ - ] see herrick, page . [ - ] necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves.--william pitt: _speech on the india bill, november, ._ [ - ] when unadorned, adorned the most.--thomson: _autumn, line ._ [ - ] "but most of all respect thyself."--a precept of the pythagoreans. [ - ] stern daughter of the voice of god.--wordsworth: _ode to duty._ [ - ] summum nec metuas diem, nec optes (neither fear nor wish for your last day).--martial: _lib. x. epigram , line ._ [ - ] the child is father of the man.--wordsworth: _my heart leaps up._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] erant quibus appetentior famæ videretur, quando etiam sapientibus cupido gloriæ novissima exuitur (some might consider him as too fond of fame, for the desire of glory clings even to the best of men longer than any other passion) [said of helvidius priscus].--tacitus: _historia, iv. ._ [ - ] wisdom married to immortal verse.--wordsworth: _the excursion, book vii._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to combat it.--jefferson: _inaugural address._ edward hyde clarendon. - . he [hampden] had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute any mischief.[ - ] _history of the rebellion. vol. iii. book vii. § ._ footnotes: [ - ] in every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.--gibbon: _decline and fall of the roman empire, chap. xlviii._ heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute.--_from junius, letter xxxvii. feb. , ._ sir john suckling. - . her feet beneath her petticoat like little mice stole in and out,[ - ] as if they feared the light; but oh, she dances such a way! no sun upon an easter-day is half so fine a sight. _ballad upon a wedding._ her lips were red, and one was thin; compared with that was next her chin,-- some bee had stung it newly. _ballad upon a wedding._ why so pale and wan, fond lover? prithee, why so pale? will, when looking well can't move her, looking ill prevail? prithee, why so pale? _song._ 't is expectation makes a blessing dear; heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were. _against fruition._ she is pretty to walk with, and witty to talk with, and pleasant, too, to think on. _brennoralt. act ii._ her face is like the milky way i' the sky,-- a meeting of gentle lights without a name. _brennoralt. act iii._ but as when an authentic watch is shown, each man winds up and rectifies his own, so in our very judgments.[ - ] _aglaura. epilogue._ the prince of darkness is a gentleman.[ - ] _the goblins._ nick of time. _the goblins._ "high characters," cries one, and he would see things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.[ - ] _the goblins. epilogue._ footnotes: [ - ] see herrick, page . [ - ] 't is with our judgments as our watches,--none go just alike, yet each believes his own. pope: _essay on criticism, part i. line ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. pope: _essay on criticism, part ii. line ._ there 's no such thing in nature, and you 'll draw a faultless monster which the world ne'er saw. sheffield: _essay on poetry._ marquis of montrose. - . he either fears his fate too much, or his deserts are small, that dares not put it to the touch to gain or lose it all.[ - ] _my dear and only love._ i 'll make thee glorious by my pen, and famous by my sword.[ - ] _my dear and only love._ footnotes: [ - ] that puts it not unto the touch to win or lose it all. napier: _montrose and the covenanters, vol. ii. p. ._ [ - ] i 'll make thee famous by my pen, and glorious by my sword. scott: _legend of montrose, chap. xv._ sir john denham. - . though with those streams he no resemblance hold, whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; his genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, search not his bottom, but survey his shore. _cooper's hill. line ._ oh, could i flow like thee, and make thy stream my great example, as it is my theme! though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full. _cooper's hill. line ._ actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year. _the sophy. a tragedy._ but whither am i strayed? i need not raise trophies to thee from other men's dispraise; nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built; nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt of eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.[ - ] _on mr. john fletcher's works._ footnotes: [ - ] poets are sultans, if they had their will; for every author would his brother kill. orrery: _prologues_ (according to johnson). should such a man, too fond to rule alone, bear, like the turk, no brother near the throne. pope: _prologue to the satires, line ._ richard crashaw. _circa_ - . the conscious water saw its god and blushed.[ - ] _epigram._ whoe'er she be, that not impossible she, that shall command my heart and me. _wishes to his supposed mistress._ where'er she lie, locked up from mortal eye, in shady leaves of destiny. _wishes to his supposed mistress._ days that need borrow no part of their good morrow from a fore-spent night of sorrow. _wishes to his supposed mistress._ life that dares send a challenge to his end, and when it comes, say, welcome, friend! _wishes to his supposed mistress._ sydneian showers of sweet discourse, whose powers can crown old winter's head with flowers. _wishes to his supposed mistress._ a happy soul, that all the way to heaven hath a summer's day. _in praise of lessius's rule of health._ the modest front of this small floor, believe me, reader, can say more than many a braver marble can,-- "here lies a truly honest man!" _epitaph upon mr. ashton._ footnotes: [ - ] nympha pudica deum vidit, et erubuit (the modest nymph saw the god, and blushed).--_epigrammationa sacra. aquæ in vinum versæ, p. ._ richard lovelace. - . oh, could you view the melody of every grace and music of her face,[ - ] you 'd drop a tear; seeing more harmony in her bright eye than now you hear. _orpheus to beasts._ i could not love thee, dear, so much, lov'd i not honour more. _to lucasta, on going to the wars._ when flowing cups pass swiftly round with no allaying thames.[ - ] _to althea from prison, ii._ fishes that tipple in the deep, know no such liberty. _to althea from prison, ii._ stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage; minds innocent and quiet take that for an hermitage; if i have freedom in my love, and in my soul am free, angels alone that soar above enjoy such liberty. _to althea from prison, iv._ footnotes: [ - ] see browne, page . the mind, the music breathing from her face.--byron: _bride of abydos, canto i. stanza ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . abraham cowley. - . what shall i do to be forever known, and make the age to come my own? _the motto._ his time is forever, everywhere his place. _friendship in absence._ we spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine, but search of deep philosophy, wit, eloquence, and poetry; arts which i lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine. _on the death of mr. william harvey._ his _faith_, perhaps, in some nice tenets might be wrong; his _life_, i 'm sure, was in the right.[ - ] _on the death of crashaw._ the thirsty earth soaks up the rain, and drinks, and gapes for drink again; the plants suck in the earth, and are with constant drinking fresh and fair. _from anacreon, ii. drinking._ fill all the glasses there, for why should every creature drink but i? why, man of morals, tell me why? _from anacreon, ii. drinking._ a mighty pain to love it is, and 't is a pain that pain to miss; but of all pains, the greatest pain it is to love, but love in vain. _from anacreon, vii. gold._ hope, of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure. _the mistress. for hope._ th' adorning thee with so much art is but a barb'rous skill; 't is like the pois'ning of a dart, too apt before to kill. _the waiting maid._ nothing is there to come, and nothing past, but an eternal now does always last.[ - ] _davideis. book i. line ._ when israel was from bondage led, led by the almighty's hand from out of foreign land, the great sea beheld and fled. _davideis. book i. line ._ an harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, and fell adown his shoulders with loose care.[ - ] _davideis. book ii. line ._ the monster london laugh at me. _of solitude, xi._ let but thy wicked men from out thee go, and all the fools that crowd thee so, even thou, who dost thy millions boast, a village less than islington wilt grow, a solitude almost. _of solitude, vii._ the fairest garden in her looks, and in her mind the wisest books. _the garden, i._ god the first garden made, and the first city cain.[ - ] _the garden, ii._ hence, ye profane! i hate ye all, both the great vulgar and the small. _horace. book iii. ode ._ charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name.[ - ] _virgil, georgics. book ii. line ._ words that weep and tears that speak.[ - ] _the prophet._ we griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before. _discourse concerning the government of oliver cromwell._ thus would i double my life's fading space; for he that runs it well, runs twice his race.[ - ] _discourse xi. of myself. st. xi._ footnotes: [ - ] for modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, he can't be wrong whose life is in the right. pope: _essay on man, epilogue iii. line ._ [ - ] one of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now.--southey: _the doctor, chap. xxv. p. ._ [ - ] loose his beard and hoary hair stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. gray: _the bard, i. ._ [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] ravish'd with the whistling of a name.--pope: _essay on man, epistle iv. line ._ [ - ] thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.--gray: _progress of poesy, iii. , ._ [ - ] for he lives twice who can at once employ the present well, and ev'n the past enjoy. pope: _imitation of martial._ ralph venning. (?)- . all the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep.[ - ] _orthodoxe paradoxes._ (third edition, .) _the triumph of assurance, p. ._ they spare the rod, and spoyle the child.[ - ] _mysteries and revelations, p. ._ (_ ._) footnotes: [ - ] many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep.--henry: _commentaries. genesis iii._ [ - ] see skelton, page . andrew marvell. - . orange bright, like golden lamps in a green night. _bermudas._ and all the way, to guide their chime, with falling oars they kept the time. _bermudas._ in busy companies of men. _the garden._ (translated.) annihilating all that 's made to a green thought in a green shade. _the garden._ (translated.) the world in all doth but two nations bear,-- the good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere. _the loyal scot._ the inglorious arts of peace. _upon cromwell's return from ireland._ he nothing common did, or mean, upon that memorable scene. _upon cromwell's return from ireland._ so much one man can do, that does both act and know. _upon cromwell's return from ireland._ to make a bank was a great plot of state; invent a shovel, and be a magistrate. _the character of holland._ joseph henshaw.[ - ] ---- - . man's life is like unto a winter's day,-- some break their fast and so depart away; others stay dinner, then depart full fed; the longest age but sups and goes to bed. o reader, then behold and see! as we are now, so must you be. _horæ sucissive_ ( ). footnotes: [ - ] bishop of peterborough, . henry vaughan. - . but felt through all this fleshly dress bright shoots of everlastingness. _the retreat._ i see them walking in an air of glory whose light doth trample on my days,-- my days, which are at best but dull and hoary, mere glimmering and decays. _they are all gone._ dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! shining nowhere but in the dark; what mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, could man outlook that mark! _they are all gone._ and yet, as angels in some brighter dreams call to the soul when man doth sleep, so some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, and into glory peep. _they are all gone._ then bless thy secret growth, nor catch at noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch till the white-wing'd reapers come! _the seed growing secretly._ algernon sidney. - . manus haec inimica tyrannis ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem.[ - ] _from the life and memoirs of algernon sidney._ liars ought to have good memories.[ - ] _discourses on government. chap. ii. sect. xv._ men lived like fishes; the great ones devoured the small.[ - ] _discourses on government. chap. ii. sect. xviii._ god helps those who help themselves.[ - ] _discourses on government. chap. ii. sect. xxiii._ it is not necessary to light a candle to the sun.[ - ] _discourses on government. chap. ii. sect. xxiii._ footnotes: [ - ] his father writes to him, aug. , : "it is said that the university of copenhagen brought their album unto you, desiring you to write something; and that you did _scribere in albo_ these words." it is said that the first line is to be found in the patent granted in by camden (clarencieux).--_notes and queries, march , ._ [ - ] he who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying.--montaigne: _book i. chap. ix. of liars._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see herbert, page . heaven ne'er helps the man who will not act--sophocles: _fragment _ (plumptre's translation). help thyself, heaven will help thee.--la fontaine: _book vi. fable ._ [ - ] like his that lights a candle to the sun.--fletcher: _letter to sir walter aston._ and hold their farthing candle to the sun.--young: _satire vii. line ._ william walker. - . learn to read slow: all other graces will follow in their proper places.[ - ] _the art of reading._ footnotes: [ - ] take time enough; all other graces will soon fill up their proper places. byrom: _advice to preach slow._ john bunyan. - . and so i penned it down, until at last it came to be, for length and breadth, the bigness which you see. _pilgrim's progress. apology for his book._ some said, "john, print it;" others said, "not so." some said, "it might do good;" others said, "no." _pilgrim's progress. apology for his book._ the name of the slough was despond. _pilgrim's progress. part i._ every fat must stand upon his bottom.[ - ] _pilgrim's progress. part i._ dark as pitch.[ - ] _pilgrim's progress. part i._ it beareth the name of vanity fair, because the town where 't is kept is lighter than vanity. _pilgrim's progress. part i._ the palace beautiful. _pilgrim's progress. part i._ they came to the delectable mountains. _pilgrim's progress. part i._ some things are of that nature as to make one's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache. _pilgrim's progress. the author's way of sending forth his second part of the pilgrim._ he that is down needs fear no fall.[ - ] _pilgrim's progress. part ii._ footnotes: [ - ] every tub must stand upon its bottom.--macklin: _the man of the world, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] ray: _proverbs._ gay: _the shepherd's week. wednesday._ [ - ] see butler, page . sir william temple. - . books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed. _ancient and modern learning._ no clap of thunder in a fair frosty day could more astonish the world than our declaration of war against holland in . _memoirs. vol. ii. p. ._ when all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best, but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care is over. _miscellanea. part ii. of poetry._ john tillotson. - . if god were not a necessary being of himself, he might almost seem to be made for the use and benefit of men.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] if god did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him.--voltaire: _a l' auteur du livre des trois imposteurs, épître cxl._ william stoughton. - . god sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.[ - ] _election sermon at boston, april , ._ footnotes: [ - ] god had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.--longfellow: _courtship of miles standish, iv._ john dryden. - . above any greek or roman name.[ - ] _upon the death of lord hastings. line ._ and threat'ning france, plac'd like a painted jove, kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. _annus mirabilis. stanza ._ whate'er he did was done with so much ease, in him alone 't was natural to please. _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ a fiery soul, which, working out its way, fretted the pygmy-body to decay, and o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.[ - ] a daring pilot in extremity; pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high he sought the storms. _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.[ - ] _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ and all to leave what with his toil he won to that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son. _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state. _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ and heaven had wanted one immortal song. _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ but wild ambition loves to slide, not stand, and fortune's ice prefers to virtue's land.[ - ] _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ the people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, the young men's vision, and the old men's dream![ - ] _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ behold him setting in his western skies, the shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.[ - ] _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ than a successive title long and dark, drawn from the mouldy rolls of noah's ark. _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ not only hating david, but the king. _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ who think too little, and who talk too much.[ - ] _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ a man so various, that he seem'd to be not one, but all mankind's epitome; stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, was everything by starts, and nothing long; but in the course of one revolving moon was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.[ - ] _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ so over violent, or over civil, that every man with him was god or devil. _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ his tribe were god almighty's gentlemen.[ - ] _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ him of the western dome, whose weighty sense flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ beware the fury of a patient man.[ - ] _absalom and achitophel. part i. line ._ made still a blund'ring kind of melody; spurr'd boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin,[ - ] through sense and nonsense, never out nor in. _absalom and achitophel. part ii. line ._ for every inch that is not fool is rogue. _absalom and achitophel. part ii. line ._ men met each other with erected look, the steps were higher that they took; friends to congratulate their friends made haste, and long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd. _threnodia augustalis. line ._ for truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be lov'd needs only to be seen.[ - ] _the hind and the panther. part i. line ._ and kind as kings upon their coronation day. _the hind and the panther. part i. line ._ for those whom god to ruin has design'd, he fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.[ - ] _the hind and the panther. part iii. line ._ but shadwell never deviates into sense. _mac flecknoe. line ._ our vows are heard betimes! and heaven takes care to grant, before we can conclude the prayer: preventing angels met it half the way, and sent us back to praise, who came to pray.[ - ] _britannia rediviva. line ._ and torture one poor word ten thousand ways. _britannia rediviva. line ._ thus all below is strength, and all above is grace. _epistle to congreve. line ._ be kind to my remains; and oh defend, against your judgment, your departed friend! _epistle to congreve. line ._ better to hunt in fields for health unbought than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. the wise for cure on exercise depend; god never made his work for man to mend. _epistle to john dryden of chesterton. line ._ wit will shine through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. _to the memory of mr. oldham. line ._ so softly death succeeded life in her, she did but dream of heaven, and she was there. _eleonora. line ._ since heaven's eternal year is thine. _elegy on mrs. killegrew. line ._ o gracious god! how far have we profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy! _elegy on mrs. killegrew. line ._ her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.[ - ] _elegy on mrs. killegrew. line ._ he was exhal'd; his great creator drew his spirit, as the sun the morning dew.[ - ] _on the death of a very young gentleman._ three poets, in three distant ages born, greece, italy, and england did adorn. the first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; the next, in majesty; in both the last. the force of nature could no further go; to make a third, she join'd the former two.[ - ] _under mr. milton's picture._ from harmony, from heavenly harmony, this universal frame began: from harmony to harmony through all the compass of the notes it ran, the diapason closing full in man. _a song for st. cecilia's day. line ._ none but the brave deserves the fair. _alexander's feast. line ._ with ravish'd ears the monarch hears; assumes the god, affects to nod, and seems to shake the spheres. _alexander's feast. line ._ bacchus, ever fair and ever young. _alexander's feast. line ._ rich the treasure, sweet the pleasure,-- sweet is pleasure after pain. _alexander's feast. line ._ sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain; fought all his battles o'er again; and thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. _alexander's feast. line ._ fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen from his high estate, and welt'ring in his blood; deserted, at his utmost need, by those his former bounty fed, on the bare earth expos'd he lies, with not a friend to close his eyes. _alexander's feast. line ._ for pity melts the mind to love.[ - ] _alexander's feast. line ._ softly sweet, in lydian measures, soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. war, he sung, is toil and trouble; honour but an empty bubble; never ending, still beginning, fighting still, and still destroying. if all the world be worth the winning, think, oh think it worth enjoying: lovely thais sits beside thee, take the good the gods provide thee. _alexander's feast. line ._ sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again. _alexander's feast. line ._ and, like another helen, fir'd another troy. _alexander's feast. line ._ could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. _alexander's feast. line ._ he rais'd a mortal to the skies, she drew an angel down. _alexander's feast. line ._ a very merry, dancing, drinking, laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time. _the secular masque. line ._ fool, not to know that love endures no tie, and jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.[ - ] _palamon and arcite. book ii. line ._ for art may err, but nature cannot miss. _the cock and the fox. line ._ and that one hunting, which the devil design'd for one fair female, lost him half the kind. _theodore and honoria. line ._ old as i am, for ladies' love unfit, the power of beauty i remember yet. _cymon and iphigenia. line ._ when beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind! _cymon and iphigenia. line ._ he trudg'd along unknowing what he sought, and whistled as he went, for want of thought. _cymon and iphigenia. line ._ the fool of nature stood with stupid eyes and gaping mouth, that testified surprise. _cymon and iphigenia. line ._ love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, soon taught the sweet civilities of life. _cymon and iphigenia. line ._ she hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence: sex to the last.[ - ] _cymon and iphigenia. line ._ and raw in fields the rude militia swarms, mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast expense, in peace a charge, in war a weak defence; stout once a month they march, a blustering band, and ever but in times of need at hand. _cymon and iphigenia. line ._ of seeming arms to make a short essay, then hasten to be drunk,--the business of the day. _cymon and iphigenia. line ._ happy who in his verse can gently steer from grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[ - ] _the art of poetry. canto i. line ._ happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call to-day his own; he who, secure within, can say, to-morrow, do thy worst, for i have liv'd to-day.[ - ] _imitation of horace. book iii. ode , line ._ not heaven itself upon the past has power; but what has been, has been, and i have had my hour. _imitation of horace. book iii. ode , line ._ i can enjoy her while she 's kind; but when she dances in the wind, and shakes the wings and will not stay, i puff the prostitute away. _imitation of horace. book iii. ode , line ._ and virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. _imitation of horace. book iii. ode , line ._ arms and the man i sing, who, forced by fate and haughty juno's unrelenting hate. _virgil, Æneid, line ._ and new-laid eggs, which baucis' busy care turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.[ - ] _ovid, metamorphoses, book viii. baucis and philemon, line ._ ill habits gather by unseen degrees,-- as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. _ovid, metamorphoses, book xv. the worship of Æsculapius, line ._ she knows her man, and when you rant and swear, can draw you to her with a single hair.[ - ] _persius. satire v. line ._ look round the habitable world: how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue. _juvenal. satire x._ our souls sit close and silently within, and their own web from their own entrails spin; and when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, that, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.[ - ] _mariage à la mode. act ii. sc. ._ thespis, the first professor of our art, at country wakes sung ballads from a cart. _prologue to lee's sophonisba._ errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; he who would search for pearls must dive below. _all for love. prologue._ men are but children of a larger growth. _all for love. act iv. sc. ._ your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.[ - ] _the maiden queen. act i. sc. ._ burn daylight. _the maiden queen. act ii. sc. ._ i am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.[ - ] _the maiden queen. act iii. sc. ._ but shakespeare's magic could not copied be; within that circle none durst walk but he. _the tempest. prologue._ i am as free as nature first made man, ere the base laws of servitude began, when wild in woods the noble savage ran. _the conquest of granada. part i. act i. sc. ._ forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.[ - ] _the conquest of granada. part ii. act i. sc. ._ what precious drops are those which silently each other's track pursue, bright as young diamonds in their infant dew? _the conquest of granada. part ii. act iii. sc. ._ fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; and they have kept it since by being dead. _the conquest of granada. epilogue._ death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where. _aurengzebe. act iv. sc. ._ when i consider life, 't is all a cheat. yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit; trust on, and think to-morrow will repay. to-morrow 's falser than the former day; lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest with some new joys, cuts off what we possest. strange cozenage! none would live past years again, yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;[ - ] and from the dregs of life think to receive what the first sprightly running could not give. _aurengzebe. act iv. sc. ._ 't is not for nothing that we life pursue; it pays our hopes with something still that 's new. _aurengzebe. act iv. sc. ._ all delays are dangerous in war. _tyrannic love. act i. sc. ._ pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are. _tyrannic love. act iv. sc. ._ whatever is, is in its causes just.[ - ] _oedipus. act iii. sc. ._ his hair just grizzled, as in a green old age.[ - ] _oedipus. act iii. sc. ._ of no distemper, of no blast he died, but fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,-- even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years, yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; till like a clock worn out with eating time, the wheels of weary life at last stood still. _oedipus. act iv. sc. ._ she, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, grows cold even in the summer of her age. _oedipus. act iv. sc. ._ there is a pleasure sure in being mad which none but madmen know.[ - ] _the spanish friar. act ii. sc. ._ lord of humankind.[ - ] _the spanish friar. act ii. sc. ._ bless the hand that gave the blow.[ - ] _the spanish friar. act ii. sc. ._ second thoughts, they say, are best.[ - ] _the spanish friar. act ii. sc. ._ he 's a sure card. _the spanish friar. act ii. sc. ._ as sure as a gun.[ - ] _the spanish friar. act iii. sc. ._ nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. _the spanish friar. act v. sc. ._ this is the porcelain clay of humankind.[ - ] _don sebastian. act i. sc. ._ i have a soul that like an ample shield can take in all, and verge enough for more.[ - ] _don sebastian. act i. sc. ._ a knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow. _amphitryon. act i. sc. ._ whistling to keep myself from being afraid.[ - ] _amphitryon. act iii. sc. ._ the true amphitryon.[ - ] _amphitryon. act iv. sc. ._ the spectacles of books. _essay on dramatic poetry._ footnotes: [ - ] above all greek, above all roman fame.--pope: _epistle i. book ii. line ._ [ - ] see fuller, page . [ - ] no excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.--aristotle: _problem, sect. ._ nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ (there is no great genius without a tincture of madness).--seneca: _de tranquillitate animi, ._ what thin partitions sense from thought divide!--pope: _essay on man, epistle i. line ._ [ - ] greatnesse on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, and leaves, for fortune's ice, vertue's ferme land. knolles: _history_ (under a portrait of mustapha i.) [ - ] your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.--_joel ii. ._ [ - ] like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. young: _night thoughts, night v. line ._ [ - ] they always talk who never think.--prior: _upon a passage in the scaligerana._ [ - ] grammaticus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes, augur, schoenobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit (grammarian, orator, geometrician; painter, gymnastic teacher, physician; fortune-teller, rope-dancer, conjurer,--he knew everything).--juvenal: _satire iii. line ._ [ - ] a christian is god almighty's gentleman.--julius hare: _guesses at truth._ a christian is the highest style of man.--young: _night thoughts, night iv. line ._ [ - ] furor fit læsa sæpius patientia (an over-taxed patience gives way to fierce anger).--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] vice is a monster of so frightful mien, as to be hated needs but to be seen. pope: _essay on man, epistle ii. line ._ [ - ] quos deus vult perdere prius dementat (whom god wishes to destroy he first deprives of reason). the author of this saying is unknown. barnes erroneously ascribes it to euripides. [ - ] and fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.--goldsmith: _the deserted village, line ._ [ - ] of manners gentle, of affections mild, in wit a man, simplicity a child. pope: _epitaph on gay._ [ - ] early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, she sparkl'd, was exhal'd, and went to heaven. young: _night thoughts, night v. line ._ [ - ] græcia mæonidam, jactet sibi roma maronem, anglia miltonum jactat utrique parem (greece boasts her homer, rome can virgil claim; england can either match in milton's fame). selvaggi: _ad joannem miltonum._ [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . [ - ] this proverb dryden repeats in _amphitryon, act i. sc. ._ see shakespeare, page . [ - ] and love the offender, yet detest the offence.--pope: _eloisa to abelard, line ._ [ - ] heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère, passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère. boileau: _l' art poétique, chant ^er._ formed by thy converse, happily to steer from grave to gay, from lively to severe. pope: _essay on man, epistle iv. line ._ [ - ] serenely full, the epicure would say, fate cannot harm me; i have dined to-day. sydney smith: _recipe for salad._ [ - ] our scanty mutton scrags on fridays, and rather more savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted or rare, on the tuesdays.--charles lamb: _christ's hospital five-and-thirty years ago._ [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see davies, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] fat, fair, and forty.--scott: _st. ronan's well, chap. vii._ mrs. trench, in a letter, feb. , , writes: "lord ---- is going to marry lady ----, a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing resident of the crescent." [ - ] quos læserunt et oderunt (whom they have injured they also hate).--seneca: _de ira, lib. ii. cap. ._ proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris (it belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured).--tacitus: _agricola, . ._ chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai (he never pardons those he injures).--_italian proverb._ [ - ] there are not eight finer lines in lucretius.--macaulay: _history of england, chap. xviii._ [ - ] whatever is, is right.--pope: _essay on man, epistle i. line ._ [ - ] a green old age unconscious of decay.--pope: _the iliad, book xxiii. line ._ [ - ] there is a pleasure in poetic pains. which only poets know. cowper: _the timepiece, line ._ [ - ] lords of humankind.--goldsmith: _the traveller, line ._ [ - ] adore the hand that gives the blow.--pomfret: _verses to his friend._ [ - ] among mortals second thoughts are the wisest.--euripides: _hippolytus, ._ [ - ] see butler, page . [ - ] the precious porcelain of human clay.--byron: _don juan, canto iv. stanza ._ [ - ] give ample room and verge enough.--gray: _the bard, ii. ._ [ - ] whistling aloud to bear his courage up.--blair: _the grave, line ._ [ - ] le véritable amphitryon est l'amphitryon où l'on dîne (the true amphitryon is the amphitryon where we dine). moliÈre: _amphitryon, act iii. sc. ._ earl of roscommon. - . remember milo's end, wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. _essay on translated verse. line ._ and choose an author as you choose a friend. _essay on translated verse. line ._ immodest words admit of no defence, for want of decency is want of sense. _essay on translated verse. line ._ the multitude is always in the wrong. _essay on translated verse. line ._ my god, my father, and my friend, do not forsake me at my end. _translation of dies iræ._ thomas ken. - . praise god, from whom all blessings flow! praise him, all creatures here below! praise him above, ye heavenly host! praise father, son, and holy ghost! _morning and evening hymn._ sir john powell. ---- - . let us consider the reason of the case. for nothing is law that is not reason.[ - ] _coggs vs. bernard, lord raymond, ._ footnotes: [ - ] see coke, page . isaac newton. - . i do not know what i may appear to the world; but to myself i seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.[ - ] _brewster's memoirs of newton. vol. ii. chap. xxvii._ footnotes: [ - ] see milton, page . earl of rochester. - . angels listen when she speaks: she 's my delight, all mankind's wonder; but my jealous heart would break should we live one day asunder. _song._ here lies our sovereign lord the king, whose word no man relies on; he never says a foolish thing, nor ever does a wise one. _written on the bedchamber door of charles ii._ and ever since the conquest have been fools. _artemisia in the town to chloe in the country._ for pointed satire i would buckhurst choose, the best good man with the worst-natured muse.[ - ] _an allusion to horace, satire x. book i._ a merry monarch, scandalous and poor. _on the king._ it is a very good world to live in, to lend, or to spend, or to give in; but to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own, it is the very worst world that ever was known.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd muse!--goldsmith: _retaliation. postscript._ [ - ] these last four lines are attributed to rochester. sheffield, duke of buckinghamshire. - . of all those arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. _essay on poetry._ there 's no such thing in nature; and you 'll draw a faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.[ - ] _essay on poetry._ read homer once, and you can read no more; for all books else appear so mean, so poor, verse will seem prose; but still persist to read, and homer will be all the books you need. _essay on poetry._ footnotes: [ - ] see suckling, page . thomas otway. - . o woman! lovely woman! nature made thee to temper man: we had been brutes without you. angels are painted fair, to look like you: there 's in you all that we believe of heaven,-- amazing brightness, purity, and truth, eternal joy, and everlasting love. _venice preserved. act i. sc. ._ dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.[ - ] _venice preserved. act v. sc. ._ and die with decency. _venice preserved. act v. sc. ._ what mighty ills have not been done by woman! who was 't betrayed the capitol?--a woman! who lost mark antony the world?--a woman! who was the cause of a long ten years' war, and laid at last old troy in ashes?--woman! destructive, damnable, deceitful woman![ - ] _the orphan. act iii. sc. ._ let us embrace, and from this very moment, vow an eternal misery together.[ - ] _the orphan. act iv. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see shakespeare, page . dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. gray: _the bard, part i. stanza ._ [ - ] o woman, woman! when to ill thy mind is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend. pope: _homer's odyssey, book xi. line ._ [ - ] let us swear an eternal friendship.--frere: _the rovers, act i. sc. ._ andrew fletcher of saltoun. - . i knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation. _letter to the marquis of montrose, the earl of rothes, etc._ nathaniel lee. - . then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk![ - ] _alexander the great. act i. sc. ._ vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace, that 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him. _alexander the great. act i. sc. ._ when greeks joined greeks, then was the tug of war. _alexander the great. act iv. sc. ._ 't is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.[ - ] _alexander the great. act iv. sc. ._ man, false man, smiling, destructive man! _theodosius. act iii. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . [ - ] "leads the way" in the stage editions, which contain various interpolations, among them-- see the conquering hero comes! sound the trumpet, beat the drums!-- which was first used by handel in "joshua," and afterwards transferred to "judas maccabæus." the text of both oratorios was written by dr. thomas morell, a clergyman. john norris. - . how fading are the joys we dote upon! like apparitions seen and gone. but those which soonest take their flight are the most exquisite and strong,-- like angels' visits, short and bright;[ - ] mortality 's too weak to bear them long. _the parting._ footnotes: [ - ] like those of angels, short and far between.--blair: _the grave, line ._ like angel visits, few and far between.--campbell: _pleasures of hope, part ii. line ._ john dennis. - . a man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket. _the gentleman's magazine. vol. li. page ._ they will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] our author, for the advantage of this play ("appius and virginia"), had invented a new species of thunder, which was approved of by the actors, and is the very sort that at present is used in the theatre. the tragedy however was coldly received, notwithstanding such assistance, and was acted but a short time. some nights after, mr. dennis, being in the pit at the representation of "macbeth," heard his own thunder made use of; upon which he rose in a violent passion, and exclaimed, with an oath, that it was his thunder. "see," said he, "how the rascals use me! they will not let my play run, and yet they steal my thunder!"--_biographia britannica, vol. v. p. ._ thomas southerne. - . pity 's akin to love.[ - ] _oroonoka. act ii. sc. ._ of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count ne'er made a man.[ - ] _sir anthony love. act ii. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . [ - ] i weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better.--wycherley: _the plaindealer, act i. sc. ._ a prince can make a belted knight, a marquis, duke, and a' that; but an honest man 's aboon his might: guid faith, he maunna fa' that. burns: _for a' that and a' that._ mathew henry.[ - ] - . the better day, the worse deed.[ - ] _commentaries. genesis iii._ many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep.[ - ] _commentaries. genesis iii._ so great was the extremity of his pain and anguish that he did not only sigh but roar.[ - ] _commentaries. job iii._ to their own second thoughts.[ - ] _commentaries. job vi._ he rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel. _commentaries. psalm xxxvi._ our creature comforts. _commentaries. psalm xxxvii._ none so deaf as those that will not hear.[ - ] _commentaries. psalm lviii._ they that die by famine die by inches. _commentaries. psalm lix._ to fish in troubled waters. _commentaries. psalm lx._ here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore called the staff of life.[ - ] _commentaries. psalm civ._ hearkners, we say, seldom hear good of themselves. _commentaries. ecclesiastes vii._ it was a common saying among the puritans, "brown bread and the gospel is good fare." _commentaries. isaiah xxx._ blushing is the colour of virtue.[ - ] _commentaries. jeremiah iii._ it is common for those that are farthest from god, to boast themselves most of their being near to the church.[ - ] _commentaries. jeremiah vii._ none so blind as those that will not see.[ - ] _commentaries. jeremiah xx._ not lost, but gone before.[ - ] _commentaries. matthew ii._ those that are above business. _commentaries. matthew xx._ better late than never.[ - ] _commentaries. matthew xxi._ saying and doing are two things. _commentaries. matthew xxi._ judas had given them the slip. _commentaries. matthew xxii._ after a storm comes a calm. _commentaries. acts ix._ men of polite learning and a liberal education. _commentaries. acts x._ it is good news, worthy of all acceptation; and yet not too good to be true. _commentaries. timothy i._ it is not fit the public trusts should be lodged in the hands of any, till they are first proved and found fit for the business they are to be entrusted with.[ - ] _commentaries. timothy iii._ footnotes: [ - ] mathew henry says of his father, rev. philip henry ( - ): "he would say sometimes, when he was in the midst of the comforts of this life, 'all this, and heaven too!'"--_life of rev. philip henry, p. ._ (london, .) [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] see venning, page . [ - ] nature says best; and she says, roar!--edgeworth: _ormond, chap. v._ (king corny in a paroxysm of gout.) [ - ] i consider biennial elections as a security that the sober second thought of the people shall be law.--fisher ames: _on biennial elections, ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] bread is the staff of life.--swift: _tale of a tub._ corne, which is the staffe of life.--winslow: _good newes from new england, p. ._ (london, .) the stay and the staff, the whole staff of bread.--_isaiah iii. ._ [ - ] diogenes once saw a youth blushing, and said: "courage, my boy! that is the complexion of virtue."--diogenes laertius: _diogenes, vi._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] there is none so blind as they that won't see.--swift: _polite conversation, dialogue iii._ [ - ] literally from seneca, _epistola lxiii. ._ not dead, but gone before.--rogers: _human life._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see appendix, page . richard bentley. - . it is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of reputation but by himself. _monk's life of bentley. page ._ "whatever is, is not," is the maxim of the anarchist, as often as anything comes across him in the shape of a law which he happens not to like.[ - ] _declaration of rights._ the fortuitous or casual concourse of atoms.[ - ] _sermons, vii. works, vol. iii. p. _ ( ). footnotes: [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] that fortuitous concourse of atoms.--_review of sir robert peel's address. quarterly review, vol. liii. p. _ ( ). in this article a party was described as a fortuitous concourse of atoms,--a phrase supposed to have been used for the first time many years afterwards by lord john russell.--_croker papers, vol. ii. p. ._ henry carey. - . god save our gracious king! long live our noble king! god save the king! _god save the king._ aldeborontiphoscophornio! where left you chrononhotonthologos? _chrononhotonthologos. act i. sc. ._ his cogitative faculties immersed in cogibundity of cogitation. _chrononhotonthologos. act i. sc. ._ let the singing singers with vocal voices, most vociferous, in sweet vociferation out-vociferize even sound itself. _chrononhotonthologos. act i. sc. ._ to thee, and gentle rigdom funnidos, our gratulations flow in streams unbounded. _chrononhotonthologos. act i. sc. ._ go call a coach, and let a coach be called; and let the man who calleth be the caller; and in his calling let him nothing call but "coach! coach! coach! oh for a coach, ye gods!" _chrononhotonthologos. act ii. sc. ._ genteel in personage, conduct, and equipage; noble by heritage, generous and free. _the contrivances. act i. sc. ._ what a monstrous tail our cat has got! _the dragon of wantley. act ii. sc. ._ of all the girls that are so smart, there 's none like pretty sally.[ - ] _sally in our alley._ of all the days that 's in the week i dearly love but one day, and that 's the day that comes betwixt a saturday and monday. _sally in our alley._ footnotes: [ - ] of all the girls that e'er was seen, there 's none so fine as nelly. swift: _ballad on miss nelly bennet._ daniel defoe. - . wherever god erects a house of prayer, the devil always builds a chapel there;[ - ] and 't will be found, upon examination, the latter has the largest congregation. _the true-born englishman. part i. line ._ great families of yesterday we show, and lords, whose parents were the lord knows who. _the true-born englishman. part i. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] see burton, page . tom brown. - . i do not love thee, doctor fell, the reason why i cannot tell; but this alone i know full well, i do not love thee, doctor fell.[ - ] _laconics._ to treat a poor wretch with a bottle of burgundy, and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.[ - ] _laconics._ in the reign of charles ii. a certain worthy divine at whitehall thus addressed himself to the auditory at the conclusion of his sermon: "in short, if you don't live up to the precepts of the gospel, but abandon yourselves to your irregular appetites, you must expect to receive your reward in a certain place which 't is not good manners to mention here."[ - ] _laconics._ footnotes: [ - ] a slightly different version is found in brown's works collected and published after his death:-- non amo te, sabidi, nec possum dicere quare; hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te (i do not love thee, sabidius, nor can i say why; this only i can say, i do not love thee).--martial: _epigram i. ._ je ne vous aime pas, hylas; je n'en saurois dire la cause, je sais seulement une chose; c'est que je ne vous aime pas. bussy: _comte de rabutin._ ( - .) [ - ] like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.--sorbienne ( - ). goldsmith: _the haunch of venison._ [ - ] who never mentions hell to ears polite.--pope: _moral essays, epistle iv. line ._ matthew prior. - . all jargon of the schools.[ - ] _i am that i am. an ode._ our hopes, like towering falcons, aim at objects in an airy height; the little pleasure of the game is from afar to view the flight.[ - ] _to the hon. charles montague._ from ignorance our comfort flows. the only wretched are the wise.[ - ] _to the hon. charles montague._ odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song? _a better answer._ be to her virtues very kind; be to her faults a little blind. _an english padlock._ that if weak women went astray, their stars were more in fault than they. _hans carvel._ the end must justify the means. _hans carvel._ and thought the nation ne'er would thrive till all the whores were burnt alive. _paulo purganti._ they never taste who always drink; they always talk who never think.[ - ] _upon a passage in the scaligerana._ that air and harmony of shape express, fine by degrees, and beautifully less.[ - ] _henry and emma._ now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, and often took leave, but was loth to depart.[ - ] _the thief and the cordelier._ nobles and heralds, by your leave, here lies what once was matthew prior; the son of adam and of eve: can bourbon or nassau claim higher?[ - ] _epitaph. extempore._ soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives she builds our quiet as she forms our lives; lays the rough paths of peevish nature even, and opens in each heart a little heaven. _charity._ his noble negligences teach what others' toils despair to reach. _alma. canto ii. line ._ till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, and oft repeating, they believe 'em. _alma. canto iii. line ._ abra was ready ere i called her name; and though i called another, abra came. _solomon on the vanity of the world. book ii. line ._ for hope is but the dream of those that wake.[ - ] _solomon on the vanity of the world. book iii. line ._ who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; and he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born. _solomon on the vanity of the world. book iii. line ._ a rechabite poor will must live, and drink of adam's ale.[ - ] _the wandering pilgrim._ footnotes: [ - ] noisy jargon of the schools.--pomfret: _reason._ the sounding jargon of the schools.--cowper: _truth, line ._ [ - ] but all the pleasure of the game is afar off to view the flight. _variations in a copy dated ._ [ - ] see davenant, page . [ - ] see jonson, page . also dryden, page . [ - ] fine by defect, and delicately weak.--pope: _moral essays, epistle ii. line ._ [ - ] as men that be lothe to departe do often take their leff. [john clerk to wolsey.]--ellis: _letters, third series, vol. i. p. ._ "a loth to depart" was the common term for a song, or a tune played, on taking leave of friends. tarlton: _news out of purgatory_ (about ). chapman: _widow's tears._ middleton: _the old law, act iv. sc. ._ beaumont and fletcher: _wit at several weapons, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] the following epitaph was written long before the time of prior:-- johnnie carnegie lais heer, descendit of adam and eve. gif ony con gang hieher, ise willing give him leve. [ - ] this thought is ascribed to aristotle by diogenes laertius (_aristotle, v. xi._), who, when asked what hope is, answered, "the dream of a waking man." menage, in his "observations upon laertius," says that stobæus (_serm. cix._) ascribes it to pindar, while Ælian (_var. hist. xiii. _) refers it to plato. et spes inanes, et velut somnia quædam, vigilantium (vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake).--quintilian: _vi. , ._ [ - ] a cup of cold adam from the next purling stream.--tom brown: _works, vol. iv. p. ._ john pomfret. - . we bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, and still adore the hand that gives the blow.[ - ] _verses to his friend under affliction._ heaven is not always angry when he strikes, but most chastises those whom most he likes. _verses to his friend under affliction._ footnotes: [ - ] see dryden, page . jonathan swift. - . i 've often wish'd that i had clear, for life, six hundred pounds a year; a handsome house to lodge a friend; a river at my garden's end; a terrace walk, and half a rood of land set out to plant a wood. _imitation of horace, book ii. sat. ._ so geographers, in afric maps, with savage pictures fill their gaps, and o'er unhabitable downs place elephants for want of towns.[ - ] _poetry, a rhapsody._ where young must torture his invention to flatter knaves, or lose his pension. _poetry, a rhapsody._ hobbes clearly proves that every creature lives in a state of war by nature. _poetry, a rhapsody._ so, naturalists observe, a flea has smaller fleas that on him prey; and these have smaller still to bite 'em; and so proceed _ad infinitum_.[ - ] _poetry, a rhapsody._ libertas et natale solum: fine words! i wonder where you stole 'em. _verses occasioned by whitshed's motto on his coach._ a college joke to cure the dumps. _cassinus and peter._ 't is an old maxim in the schools, that flattery 's the food of fools; yet now and then your men of wit will condescend to take a bit. _cadenus and vanessa._ hail fellow, well met.[ - ] _my lady's lamentation._ big-endians and small-endians.[ - ] _gulliver's travels. part i. chap. iv. voyage to lilliput._ and he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together. _gulliver's travels. part ii. chap. vii. voyage to brobdingnag._ he had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers. _gulliver's travels. part iii. chap. v. voyage to laputa._ it is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second place have an undoubted title to the first. _tale of a tub. dedication._ seamen have a custom, when they meet a whale, to fling him out an empty tub by way of amusement, to divert him from laying violent hands upon the ship.[ - ] _tale of a tub. preface._ bread is the staff of life.[ - ] _tale of a tub. preface._ books, the children of the brain. _tale of a tub. sect. i._ as boys do sparrows, with flinging salt upon their tails.[ - ] _tale of a tub. sect. vii._ he made it a part of his religion never to say grace to his meat. _tale of a tub. sect. xi._ how we apples swim![ - ] _brother protestants._ the two noblest things, which are sweetness and light. _battle of the books._ the reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages. _thoughts on various subjects._ censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent. _thoughts on various subjects._ a nice man is a man of nasty ideas. _thoughts on various subjects._ if heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would not have given them to such a scoundrel. _letter to miss vanbromrigh, aug. , ._ not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole. _letter to bolingbroke, march , ._ a penny for your thoughts.[ - ] _introduction to polite conversation._ do you think i was born in a wood to be afraid of an owl? _polite conversation. dialogue i._ the sight of you is good for sore eyes. _polite conversation. dialogue i._ 't is as cheap sitting as standing. _polite conversation. dialogue i._ i hate nobody: i am in charity with the world. _polite conversation. dialogue i._ i won't quarrel with my bread and butter. _polite conversation. dialogue i._ she 's no chicken; she 's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day. _polite conversation. dialogue i._ she looks as if butter wou'dn't melt in her mouth.[ - ] _polite conversation. dialogue i._ if it had been a bear it would have bit you. _polite conversation. dialogue i._ she wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork. _polite conversation. dialogue i._ i mean you lie--under a mistake.[ - ] _polite conversation. dialogue i._ _lord m._ what religion is he of? _lord sp._ why, he is an anythingarian. _polite conversation. dialogue i._ he was a bold man that first eat an oyster. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ that is as well said as if i had said it myself. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ you must take the will for the deed.[ - ] _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ she has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his whole body. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ lord! i wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ they say a carpenter 's known by his chips. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ the best doctors in the world are doctor diet, doctor quiet, and doctor merryman.[ - ] _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ i 'll give you leave to call me anything, if you don't call me "spade." _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ may you live all the days of your life. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ i have fed like a farmer: i shall grow as fat as a porpoise. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ i always like to begin a journey on sundays, because i shall have the prayers of the church to preserve all that travel by land or by water. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ i know sir john will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ i thought you and he were hand-in-glove. _polite conversation. dialogue ii._ 't is happy for him that his father was before him. _polite conversation. dialogue iii._ there is none so blind as they that won't see.[ - ] _polite conversation. dialogue iii._ she watches him as a cat would watch a mouse. _polite conversation. dialogue iii._ she pays him in his own coin. _polite conversation. dialogue iii._ there was all the world and his wife. _polite conversation. dialogue iii._ sharp 's the word with her. _polite conversation. dialogue iii._ there 's two words to that bargain. _polite conversation. dialogue iii._ i shall be like that tree,--i shall die at the top. _scott's life of swift._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] as geographers, sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild beasts and unapproachable bogs.--plutarch: _theseus._ [ - ] great fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite 'em, and little fleas have lesser fleas, and so _ad infinitum_. and the great fleas themselves, in turn, have greater fleas to go on; while these again have greater still, and greater still, and so on. de morgan: _a budget of paradoxes, p. ._ [ - ] rowland: _knave of hearts_ ( ). ray: _proverbs._ tom brown: _amusement, viii._ [ - ] as the political parties of whig and tory are pointed out by the high and low heels of the lilliputians (framecksan and hamecksan), those of papist and protestant are designated under the big-endians and small-endians. [ - ] in sebastian munster's "cosmography" there is a cut of a ship to which a whale was coming too close for her safety, and of the sailors throwing a tub to the whale, evidently to play with. this practice is also mentioned in an old prose translation of the "ship of fools."--sir james mackintosh: _appendix to the life of sir thomas more._ [ - ] see mathew henry, page . [ - ] till they be bobbed on the tails after the manner of sparrows.--rabelais: _book ii. chap. xiv._ [ - ] ray: _proverbs._ mallet: _tyburn._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] you lie--under a mistake.--shelley: _magico prodigioso, scene _ (a translation of calderon). [ - ] the will for deed i doe accept.--du bartas: _divine weeks and works, third day, week ii. part ._ the will for the deed.--cibber: _the rival fools, act iii._ [ - ] use three physicians still: first, dr. quiet; next, dr. merryman, and dr. dyet. _regimen sanitatis salernitanum_ (edition ). [ - ] see mathew henry, page . [ - ] when the poem of "cadenus and vanessa" was the general topic of conversation, some one said, "surely that vanessa must be an extraordinary woman that could inspire the dean to write so finely upon her." mrs. johnson smiled, and answered that "she thought that point not quite so clear; for it was well known the dean could write finely upon a broomstick."--johnson: _life of swift._ william congreve. - . music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. _the mourning bride. act i. sc. ._ by magic numbers and persuasive sound. _the mourning bride. act i. sc. ._ heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.[ - ] _the mourning bride. act iii. sc. ._ for blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds. _the mourning bride. act v. sc. ._ if there 's delight in love, 't is when i see that heart which others bleed for, bleed for me. _the way of the world. act iii. sc. ._ ferdinand mendez pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude. _love for love. act ii. sc. ._ i came up stairs into the world, for i was born in a cellar.[ - ] _love for love. act ii. sc. ._ hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. _the old bachelor. act ii. sc. ._ thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we may repent at leisure.[ - ] _the old bachelor. act v. sc. ._ defer not till to-morrow to be wise, to-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.[ - ] _letter to cobham._ footnotes: [ - ] we shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman.--cibber: _love's last shift, act iv._ [ - ] born in a cellar, and living in a garret.--foote: _the author, act ._ born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.--byron: _a sketch._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer.--young: _night thoughts, night i. line ._ samuel garth.[ - ] - . to die is landing on some silent shore where billows never break, nor tempests roar; ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er. _the dispensary. canto iii. line ._ i see the right, and i approve it too, condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.[ - ] _ovid, metamorphoses, vii. _ (translated by tate and stonestreet, edited by garth). for all their luxury was doing good.[ - ] _claremont. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] thou hast no faults, or i no faults can spy; thou art all beauty, or all blindness i. christopher codrington: _lines addressed to garth on his dispensary._ [ - ] i know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.--petrarch: _sonnet ccxxv. canzone xxi. to laura in life._ see shakespeare, page . [ - ] and learn the luxury of doing good.--goldsmith: _the traveller, line ._ crabbe: _tales of the hall, book iii._ graves: _the epicure._ colley cibber. - . so mourn'd the dame of ephesus her love, and thus the soldier arm'd with resolution told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer. _richard iii._ (_altered_). _act ii. sc. ._ now, by st. paul, the work goes bravely on. _richard iii._ (_altered_). _act iii. sc. ._ the aspiring youth that fired the ephesian dome outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.[ - ] _richard iii._ (_altered_). _act iii. sc. ._ i 've lately had two spiders crawling upon my startled hopes. now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me, yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes: i would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em. _richard iii._ (_altered_). _act iv. sc. ._ off with his head! so much for buckingham! _richard iii._ (_altered_). _act iv. sc. ._ and the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay gives it a sweet and wholesome odour. _richard iii._ (_altered_). _act v. sc. ._ with clink of hammers closing rivets up.[ - ] _richard iii._ (_altered_). _act v. sc. ._ perish that thought! no, never be it said that fate itself could awe the soul of richard. hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain! conscience, avaunt! richard 's himself again! hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away! my soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray. _richard iii._ (_altered_). _act v. sc. ._ a weak invention of the enemy.[ - ] _richard iii._ (_altered_). _act v. sc. ._ as good be out of the world as out of the fashion. _love's last shift. act ii._ we shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.[ - ] _love's last shift. act iv._ old houses mended, cost little less than new before they 're ended. _prologue to the double gallant._ possession is eleven points in the law. _woman's wit. act i._ words are but empty thanks. _woman's wit. act v._ this business will never hold water. _she wou'd and she wou'd not. act iv._ losers must have leave to speak. _the rival fools. act i._ stolen sweets are best. _the rival fools. act i._ the will for the deed.[ - ] _the rival fools. act iii._ within one of her. _the rival fools. act v._ i don't see it. _the careless husband. act ii. sc. ._ persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks, and he has chambers in king's bench walks.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] see sir thomas browne, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see congreve, page . [ - ] see swift, page . [ - ] a parody on pope's lines:-- graced as thou art with all the power of words, so known, so honoured at the house of lords. sir richard steele. - . though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; to love her was a liberal education.[ - ] _tatler. no. ._ will. honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously virtuous. _spectator. no. ._ footnotes: [ - ] lady elizabeth hastings. joseph addison. - . the dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, and heavily in clouds brings on the day, the great, the important day, big with the fate of cato and of rome. _cato. act i. sc. ._ thy steady temper, portius, can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and cæsar, in the calm lights of mild philosophy. _cato. act i. sc. ._ 't is not in mortals to command success, but we 'll do more, sempronius,--we 'll deserve it. _cato. act i. sc. ._ blesses his stars and thinks it luxury. _cato. act i. sc. ._ 't 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; i think the romans call it stoicism. _cato. act i. sc. ._ were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget the pale, unripened beauties of the north. _cato. act i. sc. ._ beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. the virtuous marcia towers above her sex. _cato. act i. sc. ._ my voice is still for war. gods! can a roman senate long debate which of the two to choose, slavery or death? _cato. act ii. sc. ._ great pompey's shade complains that we are slow, and scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us! _cato. act ii. sc. ._ a day, an hour, of virtuous liberty is worth a whole eternity in bondage. _cato. act ii. sc. ._ the woman that deliberates is lost. _cato. act iv. sc. ._ curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country. _cato. act iv. sc. ._ what a pity is it that we can die but once to save our country! _cato. act iv. sc. ._ when vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honour is a private station.[ - ] _cato. act iv. sc. ._ it must be so,--plato, thou reasonest well! else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, this longing after immortality? or whence this secret dread and inward horror of falling into naught? why shrinks the soul back on herself, and startles at destruction? 't is the divinity that stirs within us; 't is heaven itself that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man. eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! _cato. act v. sc. ._ i 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em. thus am i doubly armed: my death and life, my bane and antidote, are both before me: this in a moment brings me to an end; but this informs me i shall never die. the soul, secured in her existence, smiles at the drawn dagger, and defies its point. the stars shall fade away, the sun himself grow dim with age, and nature sink in years; but thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,[ - ] unhurt amidst the war of elements, the wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. _cato. act v. sc. ._ sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man. _cato. act v. sc. ._ from hence, let fierce contending nations know what dire effects from civil discord flow. _cato. act v. sc. ._ for wheresoe'er i turn my ravish'd eyes, gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, poetic fields encompass me around, and still i seem to tread on classic ground.[ - ] _a letter from italy._ unbounded courage and compassion join'd, tempering each other in the victor's mind, alternately proclaim him good and great, and make the hero and the man complete. _the campaign. line ._ and, pleased the almighty's orders to perform, rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[ - ] _the campaign. line ._ and those that paint them truest praise them most.[ - ] _the campaign. last line._ the spacious firmament on high, with all the blue ethereal sky, and spangled heavens, a shining frame, their great original proclaim. _ode._ soon as the evening shades prevail, the moon takes up the wondrous tale, and nightly to the listening earth repeats the story of her birth; while all the stars that round her burn, and all the planets in their turn, confirm the tidings as they roll, and spread the truth from pole to pole. _ode._ for ever singing as they shine, the hand that made us is divine. _ode._ should the whole frame of nature round him break, in ruin and confusion hurled, he, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, and stand secure amidst a falling world. _horace. ode iii. book iii._ in all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, there is no living with thee, nor without thee.[ - ] _spectator. no. ._ much may be said on both sides.[ - ] _spectator. no. ._ the lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care; his presence shall my wants supply, and guard me with a watchful eye. _spectator. no. ._ round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes. _prologue to the drummer._ footnotes: [ - ] give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation! title and profit i resign; the post of honour shall be mine. gay: _fables, part ii. the vulture, the sparrow, and other birds._ [ - ] smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.--isaac barrow ( - ): _duty of thanksgiving, works, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] malone states that this was the first time the phrase "classic ground," since so common, was ever used. [ - ] this line is frequently ascribed to pope, as it is found in the "dunciad," book iii. line . [ - ] he best can paint them who shall feel them most.--pope: _eloisa to abelard, last line._ [ - ] a translation of martial, xii. , who imitated ovid, amores iii. , . [ - ] much may be said on both sides.--fielding: _the covent garden tragedy, act i. sc. ._ nicholas rowe. - . as if misfortune made the throne her seat, and none could be unhappy but the great.[ - ] _the fair penitent. prologue._ at length the morn and cold indifference came.[ - ] _the fair penitent. act i. sc. ._ is she not more than painting can express, or youthful poets fancy when they love? _the fair penitent. act iii. sc. ._ is this that haughty gallant, gay lothario? _the fair penitent. act v. sc. i._ footnotes: [ - ] none think the great unhappy, but the great.--young: _the love of fame, satire , line ._ [ - ] but with the morning cool reflection came.--scott: _chronicles of the canongate, chap. iv._ scott also quotes it in his notes to "the monastery," chap. iii. note ; and with "calm" substituted for "cool" in "the antiquary," chap. v.; and with "repentance" for "reflection" in "rob roy," chap. xii. isaac watts. - . whene'er i take my walks abroad, how many poor i see! what shall i render to my god for all his gifts to me? _divine songs. song iv._ a flower, when offered in the bud, is no vain sacrifice. _divine songs. song xii._ and he that does one fault at first and lies to hide it, makes it two.[ - ] _divine songs. song xv._ let dogs delight to bark and bite, for god hath made them so; let bears and lions growl and fight, for 't is their nature too. _divine songs. song xvi._ but, children, you should never let such angry passions rise; your little hands were never made to tear each other's eyes. _divine songs. song xvi._ birds in their little nests agree; and 't is a shameful sight when children of one family fall out, and chide, and fight. _divine songs. song xvii._ how doth the little busy bee improve each shining hour, and gather honey all the day from every opening flower! _divine songs. song xx._ for satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do. _divine songs. song xx._ in books, or work, or healthful play. _divine songs. song xx._ i have been there, and still would go; 't is like a little heaven below. _divine songs. song xxviii._ hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! holy angels guard thy bed! heavenly blessings without number gently falling on thy head. _a cradle hymn._ 't is the voice of the sluggard; i heard him complain, "you have wak'd me too soon, i must slumber again." _the sluggard._ lord, in the morning thou shalt hear my voice ascending high. _psalm v._ from all who dwell below the skies let the creator's praise arise; let the redeemer's name be sung through every land, by every tongue. _psalm cxvii._ fly, like a youthful hart or roe, over the hills where spices grow. _hymns and spiritual songs. book i. hymn ._ and while the lamp holds out to burn, the vilest sinner may return. _hymns and spiritual songs. book i. hymn ._ strange that a harp of thousand strings should keep in tune so long! _hymns and spiritual songs. book ii. hymn ._ hark! from the tombs a doleful sound. _hymns and spiritual songs. book ii. hymn ._ the tall, the wise, the reverend head must lie as low as ours. _hymns and spiritual songs. book ii. hymn ._ when i can read my title clear to mansions in the skies, i 'll bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes. _hymns and spiritual songs. book ii. hymn ._ there is a land of pure delight, where saints immortal reign; infinite day excludes the night, and pleasures banish pain. _hymns and spiritual songs. book ii. hymn ._ so, when a raging fever burns, we shift from side to side by turns; and 't is a poor relief we gain to change the place, but keep the pain. _hymns and spiritual songs. book ii. hymn ._ were i so tall to reach the pole, or grasp the ocean with my span, i must be measured by my soul: the mind 's the standard of the man.[ - ] _horæ lyricæ. book ii. false greatness._ to god the father, god the son, and god the spirit, three in one, be honour, praise, and glory given by all on earth, and all in heaven. _doxology._ footnotes: [ - ] see herbert, page . [ - ] i do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man.--seneca: _on a happy life_ (l'estrange's abstract), _chap. i._ it is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.--ovid: _metamorphoses, xiii._ sir robert walpole. - . the balance of power. _speech, ._ flowery oratory he despised. he ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, "all those men have their price."[ - ] coxe: _memoirs of walpole. vol. iv. p. ._ anything but history, for history must be false. _walpoliana. no. ._ the gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favours.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] "all men have their price" is commonly ascribed to walpole. [ - ] hazlitt, in his "wit and humour," says, "this is walpole's phrase." the gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefits.--rochefoucauld: _maxim ._ viscount bolingbroke. - . i have read somewhere or other,--in dionysius of halicarnassus, i think,--that history is philosophy teaching by examples.[ - ] _on the study and use of history. letter ._ the dignity of history.[ - ] _on the study and use of history. letter v._ it is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. one follows nature and nature's god; that is, he follows god in his works and in his word.[ - ] _letter to mr. pope._ footnotes: [ - ] dionysius of halicarnassus (quoting thucydides), ars rhet. xi. , says: "the contact with manners then is education; and this thucydides appears to assert when he says history is philosophy learned from examples." [ - ] henry fielding: _tom jones, book xi. chap. ii._ horace walpole: _advertisement to letter to sir horace mann._ macaulay: _history of england, vol. i. chap. i._ [ - ] slave to no sect, who takes no private road, but looks through nature up to nature's god. pope: _essay on man, epistle iv. line ._ george farquhar. - . _cos._ pray now, what may be that same bed of honour? _kite._ oh, a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed at ware: ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one another. _the recruiting officer. act i. sc. ._ i believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly. _the beaux' stratagem. act iii. sc. ._ 't was for the good of my country that i should be abroad.[ - ] _the beaux' stratagem. act iii. sc. ._ necessity, the mother of invention.[ - ] _the twin rivals. act i._ footnotes: [ - ] leaving his country for his country's sake.--fitz-geffrey: _the life and death of sir francis drake, stanza _ ( ). true patriots all; for, be it understood, we left our country for our country's good. george barrington: _prologue written for the opening of the play-house at new south wales, jan. , . new south wales, p. ._ [ - ] art imitates nature, and necessity is the mother of invention.--richard franck: _northern memoirs_ (written in , printed in ). necessity is the mother of invention.--wycherley: _love in a wood, act iii. sc. _ ( ). magister artis ingenique largitor venter (hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention). persius: _prolog. line ._ thomas parnell. - . still an angel appear to each lover beside, but still be a woman to you. _when thy beauty appears._ remote from man, with god he passed the days; prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. _the hermit. line ._ we call it only pretty fanny's way. _an elegy to an old beauty._ let those love now who never loved before; let those who always loved, now love the more. _translation of the pervigilium veneris._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] written in the time of julius cæsar, and by some ascribed to catullus: cras amet qui numquam amavit; quique amavit, cras amet (let him love to-morrow who never loved before; and he as well who has loved, let him love to-morrow). barton booth. - . true as the needle to the pole, or as the dial to the sun.[ - ] _song._ footnotes: [ - ] see butler, page . edward young. - . tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! _night thoughts. night i. line ._ night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, in rayless majesty, now stretches forth her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. _night thoughts. night i. line ._ creation sleeps! 't is as the general pulse of life stood still, and nature made a pause,-- an awful pause! prophetic of her end. _night thoughts. night i. line ._ the bell strikes one. we take no note of time but from its loss. _night thoughts. night i. line ._ poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour. _night thoughts. night i. line ._ to waft a feather or to drown a fly. _night thoughts. night i. line ._ insatiate archer! could not one suffice? thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; and thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. _night thoughts. night i. line ._ be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.[ - ] _night thoughts. night i. line ._ procrastination is the thief of time. _night thoughts. night i. line ._ at thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan. _night thoughts. night i. line ._ all men think all men mortal but themselves. _night thoughts. night i. line ._ he mourns the dead who lives as they desire. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ and what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: who does the best his circumstance allows does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ "i 've lost a day!"--the prince who nobly cried, had been an emperor without his crown.[ - ] _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ ah, how unjust to nature and himself is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man! _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ the spirit walks of every day deceased. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites, hell threatens. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ 't is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, and ask them what report they bore to heaven. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ thoughts shut up want air, and spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ how blessings brighten as they take their flight! _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ the chamber where the good man meets his fate is privileg'd beyond the common walk of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ a death-bed 's a detector of the heart. _night thoughts. night ii. line ._ woes cluster. rare are solitary woes; they love a train, they tread each other's heel.[ - ] _night thoughts. night iii. line ._ beautiful as sweet, and young as beautiful, and soft as young, and gay as soft, and innocent as gay! _night thoughts. night iii. line ._ lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; and if in death still lovely, lovelier there; far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.[ - ] _night thoughts. night iii. line ._ heaven's sovereign saves all beings but himself that hideous sight,--a naked human heart. _night thoughts. night iii. line ._ the knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, the deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm. _night thoughts. night iv. line ._ man makes a death which nature never made. _night thoughts. night iv. line ._ and feels a thousand deaths in fearing one. _night thoughts. night iv. line ._ wishing, of all employments, is the worst. _night thoughts. night iv. line ._ man wants but little, nor that little long.[ - ] _night thoughts. night iv. line ._ a god all mercy is a god unjust. _night thoughts. night iv. line ._ 't is impious in a good man to be sad. _night thoughts. night iv. line ._ a christian is the highest style of man.[ - ] _night thoughts. night iv. line ._ men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. _night thoughts. night iv. line ._ by night an atheist half believes a god. _night thoughts. night v. line ._ early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, she sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven.[ - ] _night thoughts. night v. line ._ we see time's furrows on another's brow, and death intrench'd, preparing his assault; how few themselves in that just mirror see! _night thoughts. night v. line ._ like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.[ - ] _night thoughts. night v. line ._ while man is growing, life is in decrease; and cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. our birth is nothing but our death begun.[ - ] _night thoughts. night v. line ._ that life is long which answers life's great end. _night thoughts. night v. line ._ the man of wisdom is the man of years. _night thoughts. night v. line ._ death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.[ - ] _night thoughts. night v. line ._ pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on alps; and pyramids are pyramids in vales. each man makes his own stature, builds himself. virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids; her monuments shall last when egypt's fall. _night thoughts. night vi. line ._ and all may do what has by man been done. _night thoughts. night vi. line ._ the man that blushes is not quite a brute. _night thoughts. night vii. line ._ too low they build, who build beneath the stars. _night thoughts. night viii. line ._ prayer ardent opens heaven. _night thoughts. night viii. line ._ a man of pleasure is a man of pains. _night thoughts. night viii. line ._ to frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. _night thoughts. night viii. line ._ final ruin fiercely drives her ploughshare o'er creation.[ - ] _night thoughts. night ix. line ._ 't is elder scripture, writ by god's own hand,-- scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man. _night thoughts. night ix. line ._ an undevout astronomer is mad. _night thoughts. night ix. line ._ the course of nature is the art of god.[ - ] _night thoughts. night ix. line ._ the love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart. _love of fame. satire i. line ._ some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, and think they grow immortal as they quote. _love of fame. satire i. line ._ titles are marks of honest men, and wise; the fool or knave that wears a title lies. _love of fame. satire i. line ._ they that on glorious ancestors enlarge, produce their debt instead of their discharge. _love of fame. satire i. line ._ none think the great unhappy but the great.[ - ] _love of fame. satire i. line ._ unlearned men of books assume the care, as eunuchs are the guardians of the fair. _love of fame. satire ii. line ._ the booby father craves a booby son, and by heaven's blessing thinks himself undone. _love of fame. satire ii. line ._ where nature's end of language is declin'd, and men talk only to conceal the mind.[ - ] _love of fame. satire ii. line ._ be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed. _love of fame. satire ii. line ._ and waste their music on the savage race.[ - ] _love of fame. satire v. line ._ for her own breakfast she 'll project a scheme, nor take her tea without a stratagem. _love of fame. satire vi. line ._ think naught a trifle, though it small appear; small sands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life. _love of fame. satire vi. line ._ one to destroy is murder by the law, and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands takes a specious name, war's glorious art, and gives immortal fame. _love of fame. satire vii. line ._ how commentators each dark passage shun, and hold their farthing candle to the sun. _love of fame. satire vii. line ._ the man that makes a character makes foes. _to mr. pope. epistle i. line ._ their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, and oftener chang'd their principles than shirt. _to mr. pope. epistle i. line ._ accept a miracle instead of wit,-- see two dull lines with stanhope's pencil writ. _lines written with the diamond pencil of lord chesterfield._ time elaborately thrown away. _the last day. book i._ there buds the promise of celestial worth. _the last day. book iii._ in records that defy the tooth of time. _the statesman's creed._ great let me call him, for he conquered me. _the revenge. act i. sc. ._ souls made of fire, and children of the sun, with whom revenge is virtue. _the revenge. act v. sc. ._ the blood will follow where the knife is driven, the flesh will quiver where the pincers tear. _the revenge. act v. sc. ._ and friend received with thumps upon the back.[ - ] _universal passion._ footnotes: [ - ] see congreve, page . [ - ] suetonius says of the emperor titus: "once at supper, reflecting that he had done nothing for any that day, he broke out into that memorable and justly admired saying, 'my friends, i have lost a day!'"--suetonius: _lives of the twelve cæsars_. (translation by alexander thomson.) [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . dryden, page . [ - ] man wants but little here below, nor wants that little long. goldsmith: _the hermit, stanza ._ [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see bishop hall, page . [ - ] see quarles, page . [ - ] stern ruin's ploughshare drives elate full on thy bloom. burns: _to a mountain daisy._ [ - ] see sir thomas browne, page . [ - ] see nicholas rowe, page . [ - ] speech was made to open man to man, and not to hide him; to promote commerce, and not betray it.--lloyd: _state worthies_ ( ; edited by whitworth), _vol. i. p. ._ speech was given to the ordinary sort of men whereby to communicate their mind; but to wise men, whereby to conceal it.--robert south: _sermon, april , ._ the true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.--goldsmith: _the bee, no. ._ (oct. , .) ils ne se servent de la pensée que pour autoriser leurs injustices, et emploient les paroles que pour déguiser leurs pensées (men use thought only to justify their wrong doings, and employ speech only to conceal their thoughts).--voltaire: _dialogue xiv. le chapon et la poularde_ ( ). when harel wished to put a joke or witticism into circulation, he was in the habit of connecting it with some celebrated name, on the chance of reclaiming it if it took. thus he assigned to talleyrand, in the "nain jaune," the phrase, "speech was given to man to disguise his thoughts."--fournier: _l'esprit dans l'histoire._ [ - ] and waste their sweetness on the desert air.--gray: _elegy, stanza ._ churchill: _gotham, book ii. line ._ [ - ] the man that hails you tom or jack, and proves, by thumping on your back. cowper: _on friendship._ bishop berkeley. - . westward the course of empire takes its way;[ - ] the four first acts already past, a fifth shall close the drama with the day: time's noblest offspring is the last. _on the prospect of planting arts and learning in america._ our youth we can have but to-day, we may always find time to grow old. _can love be controlled by advice?_[ - ] [tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate.[ - ] _siris. par. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see daniel, page . westward the star of empire takes its way.--john quincy adams: _oration at plymouth, ._ [ - ] aiken: _vocal poetry_ (london, ). [ - ] cups that cheer but not inebriate. cowper: _the task, book iv._ jane brereton. - . the picture placed the busts between adds to the thought much strength; wisdom and wit are little seen, but folly 's at full length. _on beau nash's picture at full length between the busts of sir isaac newton and mr. pope._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] dyce: _specimens of british poetesses._ (this epigram is generally ascribed to chesterfield. see campbell, "english poets," _note_, p. .) aaron hill. - . first, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't; if she will do 't, she will; and there 's an end on 't. but if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.[ - ] _zara. epilogue._ tender-handed stroke a nettle, and it stings you for your pains; grasp it like a man of mettle, and it soft as silk remains. 't is the same with common natures: use 'em kindly, they rebel; but be rough as nutmeg-graters, and the rogues obey you well. _verses written on a window in scotland._ footnotes: [ - ] the following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the dane john field, canterbury:-- where is the man who has the power and skill to stem the torrent of a woman's will? for if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; and if she won't, she won't; so there 's an end on 't. _the examiner, may , ._ thomas tickell. - . just men, by whom impartial laws were given; and saints who taught and led the way to heaven. _on the death of mr. addison. line ._ nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed a fairer spirit or more welcome shade. _on the death of mr. addison. line ._ there taught us how to live; and (oh, too high the price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.[ - ] _on the death of mr. addison. line ._ the sweetest garland to the sweetest maid. _to a lady with a present of flowers._ i hear a voice you cannot hear, which says i must not stay; i see a hand you cannot see, which beckons me away. _colin and lucy._ footnotes: [ - ] he who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them to live.--montaigne: _essays, book i. chap. ix._ i have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to live; and i will show you in a very short time how to die.--sandys: _anglorum speculum, p. ._ teach him how to live, and, oh still harder lesson! how to die. porteus: _death, line ._ he taught them how to live and how to die.--somerville: _in memory of the rev. mr. moore._ samuel madden. - . some write their wrongs in marble: he more just, stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,-- trod under foot, the sport of every wind, swept from the earth and blotted from his mind. there, secret in the grave, he bade them lie, and grieved they could not 'scape the almighty eye. _boulter's monument._ words are men's daughters, but god's sons are things.[ - ] _boulter's monument._ footnotes: [ - ] see herbert, page . alexander pope. - . awake, my st. john! leave all meaner things to low ambition and the pride of kings. let us (since life can little more supply than just to look about us, and to die) expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; a mighty maze! but not without a plan.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ together let us beat this ample field, try what the open, what the covert yield. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, and catch the manners living as they rise; laugh where we must, be candid where we can, but vindicate the ways of god to man.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ say first, of god above or man below, what can we reason but from what we know? _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ 't is but a part we see, and not a whole. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, all but the page prescrib'd, their present state. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, and licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ who sees with equal eye, as god of all, a hero perish or a sparrow fall, atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, and now a bubble burst, and now a world. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ hope springs eternal in the human breast: man never is, but always to be blest.[ - ] the soul, uneasy and confined from home, rests and expatiates in a life to come. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ lo, the poor indian! whose untutor'd mind sees god in clouds, or hears him in the wind; his soul proud science never taught to stray far as the solar walk or milky way. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ but thinks, admitted to that equal sky, his faithful dog shall bear him company. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ in pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; all quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: men would be angels, angels would be gods. aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, aspiring to be angels, men rebel. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; my footstool earth, my canopy the skies.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ why has not man a microscopic eye? for this plain reason,--man is not a fly. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ die of a rose in aromatic pain. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ the spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! feels at each thread, and lives along the line.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ remembrance and reflection how allied! what thin partitions sense from thought divide![ - ] _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ all are but parts of one stupendous whole, whose body nature is, and god the soul. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees. _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ as full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns as the rapt seraph that adores and burns: to him no high, no low, no great, no small;[ - ] he fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all! _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ all nature is but art, unknown to thee; all chance, direction, which thou canst not see; all discord, harmony not understood; all partial evil, universal good; and spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, one truth is clear, whatever is, is right.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle i. line ._ know then thyself, presume not god to scan; the proper study of mankind is man.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ chaos of thought and passion, all confused; still by himself abused or disabused; created half to rise, and half to fall; great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,-- the glory, jest, and riddle of the world.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, to draw nutrition, propagate, and rot. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ in lazy apathy let stoics boast their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; contracted all, retiring to the breast; but strength of mind is exercise, not rest. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ on life's vast ocean diversely we sail, reason the card, but passion is the gale. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ and hence one master-passion in the breast, like aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ the young disease, that must subdue at length, grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ extremes in nature equal ends produce; in man they join to some mysterious use. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ vice is a monster of so frightful mien, as to be hated needs but to be seen;[ - ] yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, we first endure, then pity, then embrace. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ ask where 's the north? at york 't is on the tweed; in scotland at the orcades; and there, at greenland, zembla, or the lord knows where. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ virtuous and vicious every man must be,-- few in the extreme, but all in the degree. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. behold the child, by nature's kindly law, pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw; some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, a little louder, but as empty quite; scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, and beads and prayer-books are the toys of age. pleased with this bauble still, as that before, till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er. _essay on man. epistle ii. line ._ while man exclaims, "see all things for my use!" "see man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle iii. line ._ learn of the little nautilus to sail, spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale. _essay on man. epistle iii. line ._ the enormous faith of many made for one. _essay on man. epistle iii. line ._ for forms of government let fools contest; whate'er is best administer'd is best. for modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; his can't be wrong whose life is in the right.[ - ] in faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity. _essay on man. epistle iii. line ._ o happiness! our being's end and aim! good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: that something still which prompts the eternal sigh, for which we bear to live, or dare to die. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ order is heaven's first law. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, lie in three words,--health, peace, and competence. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ the soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ honour and shame from no condition rise; act well your part, there all the honour lies. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; the rest is all but leather or prunello. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ what can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards? alas! not all the blood of all the howards. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ a wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod; an honest man 's the noblest work of god.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. one self-approving hour whole years outweighs of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; and more true joy marcellus exil'd feels than cæsar with a senate at his heels. in parts superior what advantage lies? tell (for you can) what is it to be wise? 't is but to know how little can be known; to see all others' faults, and feel our own. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? all fear, none aid you, and few understand. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ if parts allure thee, think how bacon shin'd, the wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind! or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,[ - ] see cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame![ - ] _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ know then this truth (enough for man to know),-- "virtue alone is happiness below." _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ never elated when one man 's oppress'd; never dejected while another 's bless'd. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ slave to no sect, who takes no private road, but looks through nature up to nature's god.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ form'd by thy converse, happily to steer from grave to gay, from lively to severe.[ - ] _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ say, shall my little bark attendant sail, pursue the triumph and partake the gale? _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ that virtue only makes our bliss below,[ - ] and all our knowledge is ourselves to know. _essay on man. epistle iv. line ._ to observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake. _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ like following life through creatures you dissect, you lose it in the moment you detect. _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ in vain sedate reflections we would make when half our knowledge we must snatch, not take. _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind. _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ who combats bravely is not therefore brave, he dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,-- his pride in reasoning, not in acting lies. _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ 't is from high life high characters are drawn; a saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn. _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ 't is education forms the common mind: just as the twig is bent the tree 's inclined. _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, tenets with books, and principles with times.[ - ] _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ "odious! in woollen! 't would a saint provoke," were the last words that poor narcissa spoke. _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ and you, brave cobham! to the latest breath shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. _moral essays. epistle i. line ._ whether the charmer sinner it or saint it, if folly grow romantic, i must paint it. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it catch, ere she change, the cynthia of this minute. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ fine by defect, and delicately weak.[ - ] _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ with too much quickness ever to be taught; with too much thinking to have common thought. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ atossa, cursed with every granted prayer, childless with all her children, wants an heir; to heirs unknown descends the unguarded store, or wanders heaven-directed to the poor. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies forever. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ men, some to business, some to pleasure take; but every woman is at heart a rake. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ see how the world its veterans rewards! a youth of frolics, an old age of cards. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day! _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ most women have no characters at all. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ she who ne'er answers till a husband cools, or if she rules him, never shows she rules. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ and mistress of herself though china fall. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ woman 's at best a contradiction still. _moral essays. epistle ii. line ._ who shall decide when doctors disagree, and soundest casuists doubt, like you and me? _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ blest paper-credit! last and best supply! that lends corruption lighter wings to fly. _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ _p._ what riches give us let us then inquire: meat, fire, and clothes. _b._ what more? _p._ meat, fine clothes, and fire. _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ but thousands die without or this or that,-- die, and endow a college or a cat. _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ the ruling passion, be it what it will, the ruling passion conquers reason still. _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ extremes in nature equal good produce; extremes in man concur to general use. _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ rise, honest muse! and sing the man of ross. _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.[ - ] _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ who builds a church to god and not to fame, will never mark the marble with his name. _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ in the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung. _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ where london's column, pointing at the skies, like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. _moral essays. epistle iii. line ._ good sense, which only is the gift of heaven, and though no science, fairly worth the seven. _moral essays. epistle iv. line ._ to rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.[ - ] _moral essays. epistle iv. line ._ statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, in action faithful, and in honour clear; who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend. _epistle to mr. addison. line ._ 't is with our judgments as our watches,--none go just alike, yet each believes his own.[ - ] _essay on criticism. part i. line ._ one science only will one genius fit: so vast is art, so narrow human wit. _essay on criticism. part i. line ._ from vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, and snatch a grace beyond the reach of art. _essay on criticism. part i. line ._ those oft are stratagems which errors seem, nor is it homer nods, but we that dream.[ - ] _essay on criticism. part i. line ._ of all the causes which conspire to blind man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind; what the weak head with strongest bias rules,-- is pride, the never-failing vice of fools. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ a little learning is a dangerous thing;[ - ] drink deep, or taste not the pierian spring: there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking largely sobers us again. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ hills peep o'er hills, and alps on alps arise! _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.[ - ] _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ true wit is nature to advantage dress'd, what oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ words are like leaves; and where they most abound, much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ in words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, alike fantastic if too new or old: be not the first by whom the new are tried, nor yet the last to lay the old aside. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ some to church repair, not for the doctrine, but the music there. these equal syllables alone require, though oft the ear the open vowels tire; while expletives their feeble aid to join, and ten low words oft creep in one dull line. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ a needless alexandrine ends the song, that like a wounded snake drags its slow length along. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ true ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 't is not enough no harshness gives offence,-- the sound must seem an echo to the sense. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, and the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; but when loud surges lash the sounding shore, the hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. when ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, the line too labours, and the words move slow: not so when swift camilla scours the plain, flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move; for fools admire, but men of sense approve. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ but let a lord once own the happy lines, how the wit brightens! how the style refines! _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ envy will merit as its shade pursue, but like a shadow proves the substance true. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ to err is human, to forgive divine.[ - ] _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ all seems infected that th' infected spy, as all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye. _essay on criticism. part ii. line ._ and make each day a critic on the last. _essay on criticism. part iii. line ._ men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown propos'd as things forgot. _essay on criticism. part iii. line ._ the bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, with loads of learned lumber in his head. _essay on criticism. part iii. line ._ most authors steal their works, or buy; garth did not write his own dispensary. _essay on criticism. part iii. line ._ for fools rush in where angels fear to tread.[ - ] _essay on criticism. part iii. line ._ led by the light of the mæonian star. _essay on criticism. part iii. line ._ content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, the learn'd reflect on what before they knew.[ - ] _essay on criticism. part iii. line ._ what dire offence from amorous causes springs! what mighty contests rise from trivial things! _the rape of the lock. canto i. line ._ and all arabia breathes from yonder box. _the rape of the lock. canto i. line ._ on her white breast a sparkling cross she wore which jews might kiss, and infidels adore. _the rape of the lock. canto ii. line ._ if to her share some female errors fall, look on her face, and you 'll forget them all. _the rape of the lock. canto ii. line ._ fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, and beauty draws us with a single hair.[ - ] _the rape of the lock. canto ii. line ._ here thou, great anna! whom three realms obey, dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea. _the rape of the lock. canto iii. line ._ at every word a reputation dies. _the rape of the lock. canto iii. line ._ the hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine. _the rape of the lock. canto iii. line ._ coffee, which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes. _the rape of the lock. canto iii. line ._ the meeting points the sacred hair dissever from the fair head, forever, and forever! _the rape of the lock. canto iii. line ._ sir plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, and the nice conduct of a clouded cane. _the rape of the lock. canto iv. line ._ charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. _the rape of the lock. canto v. line ._ shut, shut the door, good john! fatigued, i said; tie up the knocker! say i 'm sick, i 'm dead. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, they rave, recite, and madden round the land. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ e'en sunday shines no sabbath day to me. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross? _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ friend to my life, which did not you prolong, the world had wanted many an idle song. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ obliged by hunger and request of friends. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ fired that the house rejects him, "'sdeath! i 'll print it, and shame the fools." _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ no creature smarts so little as a fool. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ destroy his fib or sophistry--in vain! the creature 's at his dirty work again. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ as yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, i lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ pretty! in amber to observe the forms of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms![ - ] the things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, but wonder how the devil they got there. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ means not, but blunders round about a meaning; and he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, it is not poetry, but prose run mad. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ should such a man, too fond to rule alone, bear, like the turk, no brother near the throne.[ - ] _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, and without sneering teach the rest to sneer;[ - ] willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ by flatterers besieg'd, and so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd; like cato, give his little senate laws,[ - ] and sit attentive to his own applause. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ who but must laugh, if such a man there be? who would not weep, if atticus were he? _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ "on wings of winds came flying all abroad."[ - ] _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, that tends to make one worthy man my foe. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ satire or sense, alas! can sporus feel? who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ eternal smiles his emptiness betray, as shallow streams run dimpling all the way. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ that not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, but stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.[ - ] _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ me let the tender office long engage to rock the cradle of reposing age; with lenient arts extend a mother's breath, make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; explore the thought, explain the asking eye, and keep awhile one parent from the sky. _epistle to dr. arbuthnot. prologue to the satires. line ._ lord fanny spins a thousand such a day. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. satire i. book ii. line ._ satire 's my weapon, but i 'm too discreet to run amuck, and tilt at all i meet. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. satire i. book ii. line ._ but touch me, and no minister so sore; whoe'er offends at some unlucky time slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, sacred to ridicule his whole life long, and the sad burden of some merry song. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. satire i. book ii. line ._ bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. satire i. book ii. line ._ there st. john mingles with my friendly bowl, the feast of reason and the flow of soul. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. satire i. book ii. line ._ for i, who hold sage homer's rule the best, welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[ - ] _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. satire ii. book ii. line ._ give me again my hollow tree, a crust of bread, and liberty. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. satire vi. book ii. line ._ do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epilogue to the satires. dialogue i. line ._ to berkeley every virtue under heaven. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epilogue to the satires. dialogue ii. line ._ when the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book i. line ._ he 's armed without that 's innocent within. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book i. line ._ get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place.[ - ] _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book i. line ._ above all greek, above all roman fame.[ - ] _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ the mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ one simile that solitary shines in the dry desert of a thousand lines. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ then marble soften'd into life grew warm, and yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.[ - ] _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ who says in verse what others say in prose. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ waller was smooth; but dryden taught to join the varying verse, the full resounding line, the long majestic march, and energy divine. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ e'en copious dryden wanted or forgot the last and greatest art,--the art to blot. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ who pants for glory finds but short repose: a breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.[ - ] _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ there still remains to mortify a wit the many-headed monster of the pit.[ - ] _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.[ - ] _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle i. book ii. line ._ years following years steal something every day; at last they steal us from ourselves away. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle ii. book ii. line ._ the vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle ii. book ii. line ._ words that wise bacon or brave raleigh spoke. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle ii. book ii. line ._ grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, so known, so honour'd at the house of lords.[ - ] _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. epistle vi. book i. to mr. murray._ vain was the chief's the sage's pride! they had no poet, and they died. _satires, epistles, and odes of horace. odes. book iv. ode ._ nature and nature's laws lay hid in night: god said, "let newton be!" and all was light. _epitaph intended for sir isaac newton._ ye gods! annihilate but space and time, and make two lovers happy. _martinus scriblerus on the art of sinking in poetry. chap. xi._ o thou! whatever title please thine ear, dean, drapier, bickerstaff, or gulliver! whether thou choose cervantes' serious air, or laugh and shake in rabelais' easy-chair. _the dunciad. book i. line ._ poetic justice, with her lifted scale, where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs, and solid pudding against empty praise. _the dunciad. book i. line ._ now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, but lived in settle's numbers one day more. _the dunciad. book i. line ._ while pensive poets painful vigils keep, sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. _the dunciad. book i. line ._ next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll, in pleasing memory of all he stole. _the dunciad. book i. line ._ or where the pictures for the page atone, and quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own. _the dunciad. book i. line ._ how index-learning turns no student pale, yet holds the eel of science by the tail. _the dunciad. book i. line ._ and gentle dulness ever loves a joke. _the dunciad. book ii. line ._ another, yet the same.[ - ] _the dunciad. book iii. line ._ till peter's keys some christen'd jove adorn, and pan to moses lends his pagan horn. _the dunciad. book iii. line ._ all crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.[ - ] _the dunciad. book iii. line ._ silence, ye wolves! while ralph to cynthia howls, and makes night hideous;[ - ]--answer him, ye owls! _the dunciad. book iii. line ._ and proud his mistress' order to perform, rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[ - ] _the dunciad. book iii. line ._ a wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.[ - ] _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ how sweet an ovid, murray was our boast! _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ the right divine of kings to govern wrong. _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ stuff the head with all such reading as was never read: for thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, and write about it, goddess, and about it. _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ to happy convents bosom'd deep in vines, where slumber abbots purple as their wines. _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ led by my hand, he saunter'd europe round, and gather'd every vice on christian ground. _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd. _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, and heard thy everlasting yawn confess the pains and penalties of idleness. _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ e'en palinurus nodded at the helm. _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, and unawares morality expires. nor public flame nor private dares to shine; nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! lo! thy dread empire chaos is restor'd, light dies before thy uncreating word; thy hand, great anarch, lets the curtain fall, and universal darkness buries all. _the dunciad. book iv. line ._ heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, some banish'd lover, or some captive maid. _eloisa to abelard. line ._ speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, and waft a sigh from indus to the pole. _eloisa to abelard. line ._ and truths divine came mended from that tongue. _eloisa to abelard. line ._ curse on all laws but those which love has made! love, free as air at sight of human ties, spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. _eloisa to abelard. line ._ and love the offender, yet detest the offence.[ - ] _eloisa to abelard. line ._ how happy is the blameless vestal's lot! the world forgetting, by the world forgot. _eloisa to abelard. line ._ one thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.[ - ] _eloisa to abelard. line ._ see my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul. _eloisa to abelard. line ._ he best can paint them who shall feel them most.[ - ] _eloisa to abelard. last line._ not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, but as the world, harmoniously confus'd, where order in variety we see, and where, though all things differ, all agree. _windsor forest. line ._ a mighty hunter, and his prey was man. _windsor forest. line ._ from old belerium to the northern main. _windsor forest. line ._ nor fame i slight, nor for her favours call; she comes unlooked for if she comes at all. _the temple of fame. line ._ unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; o grant an honest fame, or grant me none! _the temple of fame. last line._ i am his highness' dog at kew; pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? _on the collar of a dog._ there, take (says justice), take ye each a shell: we thrive at westminster on fools like you; 't was a fat oyster,--live in peace,--adieu.[ - ] _verbatim from boileau._ father of all! in every age, in every clime adored, by saint, by savage, and by sage, jehovah, jove, or lord. _the universal prayer. stanza ._ thou great first cause, least understood. _the universal prayer. stanza ._ and binding nature fast in fate, left free the human will. _the universal prayer. stanza ._ and deal damnation round the land. _the universal prayer. stanza ._ teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault i see; that mercy i to others show, that mercy show to me.[ - ] _the universal prayer. stanza ._ happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound. _ode on solitude._ thus let me live, unseen, unknown, thus unlamented let me die; steal from the world, and not a stone tell where i lie. _ode on solitude._ vital spark of heavenly flame! quit, o quit this mortal frame! _the dying christian to his soul._ hark! they whisper; angels say, sister spirit, come away! _the dying christian to his soul._ tell me, my soul, can this be death? _the dying christian to his soul._ lend, lend your wings! i mount! i fly! o grave! where is thy victory? o death! where is thy sting? _the dying christian to his soul._ what beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?[ - ] _to the memory of an unfortunate lady. line ._ is there no bright reversion in the sky for those who greatly think, or bravely die? _to the memory of an unfortunate lady. line ._ the glorious fault of angels and of gods. _to the memory of an unfortunate lady. line ._ so perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow for others' good, or melt at others' woe.[ - ] _to the memory of an unfortunate lady. line ._ by foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, by foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, by foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, by strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd! _to the memory of an unfortunate lady. line ._ and bear about the mockery of woe to midnight dances and the public show. _to the memory of an unfortunate lady. line ._ how lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not, to whom related, or by whom begot; a heap of dust alone remains of thee: 't is all thou art, and all the proud shall be! _to the memory of an unfortunate lady. line ._ such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue. _epistle to robert, earl of oxford._ who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, or gave his father grief but when he died. _epitaph on the hon. s. harcourt._ the saint sustain'd it, but the woman died. _epitaph on mrs. corbet._ of manners gentle, of affections mild; in wit a man, simplicity a child.[ - ] _epitaph on gay._ a brave man struggling in the storms of fate, and greatly falling with a falling state. while cato gives his little senate laws, what bosom beats not in his country's cause? _prologue to mr. addison's cato._ the mouse that always trusts to one poor hole can never be a mouse of any soul.[ - ] _the wife of bath. her prologue. line ._ love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, and venus sets ere mercury can rise. _the wife of bath. her prologue. line ._ you beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; knock as you please, there 's nobody at home.[ - ] _epigram._ for he lives twice who can at once employ the present well, and e'en the past enjoy.[ - ] _imitation of martial._ who dared to love their country, and be poor. _on his grotto at twickenham._ party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.[ - ] _thoughts on various subjects._ i never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a christian. _thoughts on various subjects._ achilles' wrath, to greece the direful spring of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing! _the iliad of homer. book i. line ._ the distant trojans never injur'd me. _the iliad of homer. book i. line ._ words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd. _the iliad of homer. book i. line ._ shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- the stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. _the iliad of homer. book i. line ._ and unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.[ - ] _the iliad of homer. book i. line ._ thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand. _the iliad of homer. book ii. line ._ chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, but wise through time, and narrative with age, in summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice,-- a bloodless race, that send a feeble voice. _the iliad of homer. book iii. line ._ she moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. _the iliad of homer. book iii. line ._ ajax the great . . . himself a host. _the iliad of homer. book iii. line ._ plough the watery deep. _the iliad of homer. book iii. line ._ the day shall come, that great avenging day which troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, when priam's powers and priam's self shall fall, and one prodigious ruin swallow all. _the iliad of homer. book iv. line ._ first in the fight and every graceful deed. _the iliad of homer. book iv. line ._ the first in banquets, but the last in fight. _the iliad of homer. book iv. line ._ gods! how the son degenerates from the sire! _the iliad of homer. book iv. line ._ with all its beauteous honours on its head. _the iliad of homer. book iv. line ._ a wealthy priest, but rich without a fault. _the iliad of homer. book v. line ._ not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,-- such men as live in these degenerate days.[ - ] _the iliad of homer. book v. line ._ whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind. _the iliad of homer. book v. line ._ he held his seat,--a friend to human race. _the iliad of homer. book vi. line ._ like leaves on trees the race of man is found,-- now green in youth, now withering on the ground;[ - ] another race the following spring supplies: they fall successive, and successive rise. _the iliad of homer. book vi. line ._ inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind. _the iliad of homer. book vi. line ._ if yet not lost to all the sense of shame. _the iliad of homer. book vi. line ._ 't is man's to fight, but heaven's to give success. _the iliad of homer. book vi. line ._ the young astyanax, the hope of troy. _the iliad of homer. book vi. line ._ yet while my hector still survives, i see my father, mother, brethren, all, in thee. _the iliad of homer. book vi. line ._ andromache! my soul's far better part. _the iliad of homer. book vi. line ._ he from whose lips divine persuasion flows. _the iliad of homer. book vii. line ._ not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; and each brave foe was in his soul a friend. _the iliad of homer. book vii. line ._ i war not with the dead. _the iliad of homer. book vii. line ._ aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn. _the iliad of homer. book viii. line ._ as full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain, decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,-- so sinks the youth; his beauteous head, deprest beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast. _the iliad of homer. book viii. line ._ who dares think one thing, and another tell, my heart detests him as the gates of hell.[ - ] _the iliad of homer. book ix. line ._ life is not to be bought with heaps of gold: not all apollo's pythian treasures hold, or troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, can bribe the poor possession of a day. _the iliad of homer. book ix. line ._ short is my date, but deathless my renown. _the iliad of homer. book ix. line ._ injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd, sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind. _the iliad of homer. book ix. line ._ a generous friendship no cold medium knows, burns with one love, with one resentment glows. _the iliad of homer. book ix. line ._ to labour is the lot of man below; and when jove gave us life, he gave us woe. _the iliad of homer. book x. line ._ content to follow when we lead the way. _the iliad of homer. book x. line ._ he serves me most who serves his country best.[ - ] _the iliad of homer. book x. line ._ praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, are lost on hearers that our merits know. _the iliad of homer. book x. line ._ the rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame. _the iliad of homer. book xi. line ._ without a sign his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen but his country's cause. _the iliad of homer. book xii. line ._ the life which others pay let us bestow, and give to fame what we to nature owe. _the iliad of homer. book xii. line ._ and seem to walk on wings, and tread in air. _the iliad of homer. book xiii. line ._ the best of things beyond their measure cloy. _the iliad of homer. book xiii. line ._ to hide their ignominious heads in troy. _the iliad of homer. book xiv. line ._ persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes. _the iliad of homer. book xiv. line ._ heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall. _the iliad of homer. book xv. line ._ and for our country 't is a bliss to die. _the iliad of homer. book xv. line ._ like strength is felt from hope and from despair. _the iliad of homer. book xv. line ._ two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.[ - ] _the iliad of homer. book xvi. line ._ dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore; give me to see, and ajax asks no more. _the iliad of homer. book xvii. line ._ the mildest manners, and the gentlest heart. _the iliad of homer. book xvii. line ._ in death a hero, as in life a friend! _the iliad of homer. book xvii. line ._ patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train, beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain! _the iliad of homer. book xviii. line ._ i live an idle burden to the ground. _the iliad of homer. book xviii. line ._ ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind. _the iliad of homer. book xix. line ._ accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,-- for thee, that ever felt another's woe! _the iliad of homer. book xix. line ._ where'er he mov'd, the goddess shone before. _the iliad of homer. book xx. line ._ the matchless ganymed, divinely fair.[ - ] _the iliad of homer. book xx. line ._ 't is fortune gives us birth, but jove alone endues the soul with worth. _the iliad of homer. book xx. line ._ our business in the field of fight is not to question, but to prove our might. _the iliad of homer. book xx. line ._ a mass enormous! which in modern days no two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.[ - ] _the iliad of homer. book xx. line ._ the bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain. _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best. _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ this, this is misery! the last, the worst that man can feel. _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ no season now for calm familiar talk. _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ jove lifts the golden balances that show the fates of mortal men, and things below. _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ achilles absent was achilles still. _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd. _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ unwept, unhonour'd, uninterr'd he lies![ - ] _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro in all the raging impotence of woe. _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave. _the iliad of homer. book xxii. line ._ 't is true, 't is certain; man though dead retains part of himself: the immortal mind remains. _the iliad of homer. book xxiii. line ._ base wealth preferring to eternal praise. _the iliad of homer. book xxiii. line ._ it is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,[ - ] and to be swift is less than to be wise. 't is more by art than force of num'rous strokes. _the iliad of homer. book xxiii. line ._ a green old age,[ - ] unconscious of decays, that proves the hero born in better days. _the iliad of homer. book xxiii. line ._ two urns by jove's high throne have ever stood,-- the source of evil one, and one of good. _the iliad of homer. book xxiv. line ._ the mildest manners with the bravest mind. _the iliad of homer. book xxiv. line ._ fly, dotard, fly! with thy wise dreams and fables of the sky. _the odyssey of homer. book ii. line ._ and what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd. _the odyssey of homer. book ii. line ._ few sons attain the praise of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. _the odyssey of homer. book ii. line ._ for never, never, wicked man was wise. _the odyssey of homer. book ii. line ._ urge him with truth to frame his fair replies; and sure he will: for wisdom never lies. _the odyssey of homer. book iii. line ._ the lot of man,--to suffer and to die. _the odyssey of homer. book iii. line ._ a faultless body and a blameless mind. _the odyssey of homer. book iii. line ._ the long historian of my country's woes. _the odyssey of homer. book iii. line ._ forgetful youth! but know, the power above with ease can save each object of his love; wide as his will extends his boundless grace. _the odyssey of homer. book iii. line ._ when now aurora, daughter of the dawn, with rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn. _the odyssey of homer. book iii. line ._ these riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd! _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ mirror of constant faith, rever'd and mourn'd! _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ there with commutual zeal we both had strove in acts of dear benevolence and love: brothers in peace, not rivals in command. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ the glory of a firm, capacious mind. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ wise to resolve, and patient to perform. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ the leader, mingling with the vulgar host, is in the common mass of matter lost. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ o thou, whose certain eye foresees the fix'd events of fate's remote decrees. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ forget the brother, and resume the man. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ gentle of speech, beneficent of mind. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ the people's parent, he protected all. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ the big round tear stands trembling in her eye. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ the windy satisfaction of the tongue. _the odyssey of homer. book iv. line ._ heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, for sacred ev'n to gods is misery. _the odyssey of homer. book v. line ._ the bank he press'd, and gently kiss'd the ground. _the odyssey of homer. book v. line ._ a heaven of charms divine nausicaa lay. _the odyssey of homer. book vi. line ._ jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales, and the good suffers while the bad prevails. _the odyssey of homer. book vi. line ._ by jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to jove is lent. _the odyssey of homer. book vi. line ._ a decent boldness ever meets with friends. _the odyssey of homer. book vii. line ._ to heal divisions, to relieve th' opprest; in virtue rich; in blessing others, blest. _the odyssey of homer. book vii. line ._ oh, pity human woe! 't is what the happy to the unhappy owe. _the odyssey of homer. book vii. line ._ whose well-taught mind the present age surpast. _the odyssey of homer. book vii. line ._ for fate has wove the thread of life with pain, and twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man! _the odyssey of homer. book vii. line ._ in youth and beauty wisdom is but rare! _the odyssey of homer. book vii. line ._ and every eye gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky. _the odyssey of homer. book viii. line ._ nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse. _the odyssey of homer. book viii. line ._ and unextinguish'd laughter shakes the sky.[ - ] _the odyssey of homer. book viii. line ._ behold on wrong swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong! _the odyssey of homer. book viii. line ._ a gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue. _the odyssey of homer. book viii. line ._ just are the ways of heaven: from heaven proceed the woes of man; heaven doom'd the greeks to bleed,-- a theme of future song! _the odyssey of homer. book viii. line ._ earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame. _the odyssey of homer. book ix. line ._ strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores. _the odyssey of homer. book ix. line ._ lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice! _the odyssey of homer. book ix. line ._ respect us human, and relieve us poor. _the odyssey of homer. book ix. line ._ rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails! _the odyssey of homer. book x. line ._ our fruitless labours mourn, and only rich in barren fame return. _the odyssey of homer. book x. line ._ no more was seen the human form divine.[ - ] _the odyssey of homer. book x. line ._ and not a man appears to tell their fate. _the odyssey of homer. book x. line ._ let him, oraculous, the end, the way, the turns of all thy future fate display. _the odyssey of homer. book x. line ._ born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl. _the odyssey of homer. book x. line ._ thin airy shoals of visionary ghosts. _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar. _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ heav'd on olympus tott'ring ossa stood; on ossa, pelion nods with all his wood.[ - ] _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ the first in glory, as the first in place. _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ soft as some song divine thy story flows. _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.[ - ] _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ what mighty woes to thy imperial race from woman rose! _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ but sure the eye of time beholds no name so blest as thine in all the rolls of fame. _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ and pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves. _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone. _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ there in the bright assemblies of the skies. _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ gloomy as night he stands. _the odyssey of homer. book xi. line ._ all, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread. _the odyssey of homer. book xii. line ._ and what so tedious as a twice-told tale.[ - ] _the odyssey of homer. book xii. line ._ he ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear his voice, that list'ning still they seem'd to hear. _the odyssey of homer. book xiii. line ._ his native home deep imag'd in his soul. _the odyssey of homer. book xiii. line ._ and bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind, the last and hardest conquest of the mind. _the odyssey of homer. book xiii. line ._ how prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise! _the odyssey of homer. book xiii. line ._ it never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise. _the odyssey of homer. book xiv. line ._ the sex is ever to a soldier kind. _the odyssey of homer. book xiv. line ._ far from gay cities and the ways of men. _the odyssey of homer. book xiv. line ._ and wine can of their wits the wise beguile, make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. _the odyssey of homer. book xiv. line ._ who love too much, hate in the like extreme, and both the golden mean alike condemn. _the odyssey of homer. book xv. line ._ true friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,-- welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.[ - ] _the odyssey of homer. book xv. line ._ for too much rest itself becomes a pain. _the odyssey of homer. book xv. line ._ discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind. _the odyssey of homer. book xv. line ._ and taste the melancholy joy of evils past: for he who much has suffer'd, much will know. _the odyssey of homer. book xv. line ._ for love deceives the best of womankind. _the odyssey of homer. book xv. line ._ and would'st thou evil for his good repay? _the odyssey of homer. book xvi. line ._ whatever day makes man a slave, takes half his worth away. _the odyssey of homer. book xvii. line ._ in ev'ry sorrowing soul i pour'd delight, and poverty stood smiling in my sight. _the odyssey of homer. book xvii. line ._ unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.[ - ] _the odyssey of homer. book xvii. line ._ know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow; and what man gives, the gods by man bestow. _the odyssey of homer. book xviii. line ._ yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow for others' good, and melt at others' woe. _the odyssey of homer. book xviii. line ._ a winy vapour melting in a tear. _the odyssey of homer. book xix. line ._ but he whose inborn worth his acts commend, of gentle soul, to human race a friend. _the odyssey of homer. book xix. line ._ the fool of fate,--thy manufacture, man. _the odyssey of homer. book xx. line ._ impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword. _the odyssey of homer. book xx. line ._ dogs, ye have had your day! _the odyssey of homer. book xxii. line ._ for dear to gods and men is sacred song. self-taught i sing; by heaven, and heaven alone, the genuine seeds of poesy are sown. _the odyssey of homer. book xxii. line ._ so ends the bloody business of the day. _the odyssey of homer. book xxii. line ._ and rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, in ever-flowing meads of asphodel. _the odyssey of homer. book xxiv. line ._ the ruins of himself! now worn away with age, yet still majestic in decay. _the odyssey of homer. book xxiv. line ._ and o'er the past oblivion stretch her wing. _the odyssey of homer. book xxiv. line ._ blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.[ - ] _letter to gay, oct. , ._ this is the jew that shakespeare drew.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] see milton, page . there is no theme more plentiful to scan than is the glorious goodly frame of man. du bartas: _days and weeks, third day._ [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy.--pascal: _thoughts, chap. v. ._ [ - ] all the parts of the universe i have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon; the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me.--montaigne: _apology for raimond sebond._ [ - ] see sir john davies, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] there is no great and no small.--emerson: _epigraph to history._ [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] la vray science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme (the true science and the true study of man is man).--charron: _de la sagesse, lib. i. chap. ._ trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers.--plato: _phædrus._ [ - ] what a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! a judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe.--pascal: _thoughts, chap. x._ [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] why may not a goose say thus? . . . there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me; i am the darling of nature. is it not man that keeps and serves me?--montaigne: _apology for raimond sebond._ [ - ] see cowley, page . [ - ] see fletcher, page . [ - ] see cowley, page . [ - ] may see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, and glorify what else is damn'd to fame. savage: _character of foster._ [ - ] see bolingbroke, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] 't is virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell.--collins: _oriental eclogues, i. line ._ [ - ] omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis (all things change, and we change with them).--matthais borbonius: _deliciæ poetarum germanorum, i. ._ [ - ] see prior, page . [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see brown, page . [ - ] see suckling, page . [ - ] quandoque bonus dormitat homerus (even the worthy homer sometimes nods).--horace: _de arte poetica, ._ [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see suckling, page . [ - ] then gently scan your brother man, still gentler sister woman; though they may gang a kennin' wrang, to step aside is human. burns: _address to the unco guid._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] indocti discant et ament meminisse periti (let the unlearned learn, and the learned delight in remembering). this latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to horace, appeared for the first time as an epigraph to president hénault's "abrégé chronologique," and in the preface to the third edition of this work hénault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of this couplet. [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see denham, page . [ - ] when needs he must, yet faintly then he praises; somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises: so marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises. p. fletcher: _the purple island, canto vii._ [ - ] see page . [ - ] see sternhold, page . [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] this line is repeated in the translation of the odyssey, book xv. line , with "parting" instead of "going." [ - ] see ben jonson, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] the canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm; the pregnant quarry teem'd with human form. goldsmith: _the traveller, line ._ [ - ] a breath can make them as a breath has made.--goldsmith: _the deserted village, line ._ [ - ] see sidney, page . [ - ] this line is from a poem entitled "to the celebrated beauties of the british court," given in bell's "fugitive poetry," vol. iii. p. . the following epigram is from "the grove," london, :-- when one good line did much my wonder raise, in br--st's works, i stood resolved to praise, and had, but that the modest author cries, "praise undeserved is scandal in disguise." _on a certain line of mr. br----, author of a copy of verses called the british beauties._ [ - ] see cibber, page . [ - ] another, yet the same.--tickell: _from a lady in england._ johnson: _life of dryden._ darwin: _botanic garden, part i. canto iv. line ._ wordsworth: _the excursion, book ix._ scott: _the abbot, chap. i._ horace: _carmen secundum, line ._ [ - ] may see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, and glorify what else is damn'd to fame. savage: _character of foster._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see addison, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . this man [chesterfield], i thought, had been a lord among wits; but i find he is only a wit among lords.--johnson (_boswell's life_): _vol. ii. ch. i._ a fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.--cowper: _conversation, line ._ although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.--walter scott: _life of napoleon._ he [steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes.--macaulay: _review of aikin's life of addison._ temple was a man of the world among men of letters, a man of letters among men of the world.--macaulay: _review of life and writings of sir william temple._ greswell in his "memoirs of politian" says that sannazarius himself, inscribing to this lady [cassandra marchesia] an edition of his italian poems, terms her "delle belle eruditissima, delle erudite bellissima" (most learned of the fair; fairest of the learned). qui stultis videri eruditi volunt stulti eruditis videntur (those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish).--quintilian, _x. . ._ [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight.--edmund smith: _phædra and hippolytus, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] see addison, page . [ - ] "tenez voilà," dit-elle, "à chacun une écaille, des sottises d'autrui nous vivons au palais; messieurs, l'huître étoit bonne. adieu. vivez en paix." boileau: _epître ii._ (_à m. l' abbé des roches_). [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] see ben jonson, page . [ - ] see page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see chaucer, page . herbert, page . [ - ] his wit invites you by his looks to come, but when you knock, it never is at home. cowper: _conversation, line ._ [ - ] ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus; hoc est vivere bis vita posse priore frui (the good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice).--martial: _x. ._ see cowley, page . [ - ] from roscoe's edition of pope, vol. v. p. ; originally printed in motte's "miscellanies," . in the edition of pope says, "i must own that the prose part (the _thought on various subjects_), at the end of the second volume, was wholly mine. january, ." [ - ] the same line occurs in the translation of the odyssey, book viii. line . [ - ] a mass enormous! which in modern days no two of earth's degenerate sons could raise. _book xx. line ._ [ - ] as of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and some grow.--_ecclesiasticus xiv. ._ [ - ] the same line, with "soul" for "heart," occurs in the translation of the odyssey, book xiv. line . [ - ] he serves his party best who serves the country best.--rutherford b. hayes: _inaugural address, march , ._ [ - ] a friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.--diogenes laertius: _on aristotle._ two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one. bellinghausen: _ingomar the barbarian, act ii._ [ - ] divinely fair.--tennyson: _a dream of fair women, xxii._ [ - ] see page . [ - ] unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.--scott: _lay of the last minstrel._ unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.--byron: _childe harold, canto iv. stanza ._ [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see page . [ - ] human face divine.--milton: _paradise lost, book iii. line ._ [ - ] then the omnipotent father with his thunder made olympus tremble, and from ossa hurled pelion.--ovid: _metamorphoses i._ [ - ] see otway, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see page . [ - ] be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.--_hebrews xiii. ._ [ - ] pope calls this the eighth beatitude (roscoe's edition of pope, vol. x. page ). [ - ] on the th of february, , macklin established his fame as an actor in the character of shylock, in the "merchant of venice." . . . macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit that he, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed,-- "this is the jew that shakespeare drew!" it has been said that this gentleman was mr. pope, and that he meant his panegyric on macklin as a satire against lord lansdowne.--_biographia dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. ._ john gay. - . 't was when the sea was roaring with hollow blasts of wind, a damsel lay deploring, all on a rock reclin'd. _the what d' ye call it. act ii. sc. ._ so comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er,-- the dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.[ - ] _the what d' ye call it. act ii. sc. ._ 't is woman that seduces all mankind; by her we first were taught the wheedling arts. _the beggar's opera. act i. sc. ._ over the hills and far away.[ - ] _the beggar's opera. act i. sc. ._ if the heart of a man is depress'd with cares, the mist is dispell'd when a woman appears. _the beggar's opera. act ii. sc. ._ the fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. _the beggar's opera. act ii. sc. ._ brother, brother! we are both in the wrong. _the beggar's opera. act ii. sc. ._ how happy could i be with either, were t' other dear charmer away! _the beggar's opera. act ii. sc. ._ the charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met, the judges all ranged,--a terrible show! _the beggar's opera. act iii. sc. ._ all in the downs the fleet was moor'd. _sweet william's farewell to black-eyed susan._ adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand. _sweet william's farewell to black-eyed susan._ remote from cities liv'd a swain, unvex'd with all the cares of gain; his head was silver'd o'er with age, and long experience made him sage. _fables. part i. the shepherd and the philosopher._ whence is thy learning? hath thy toil o'er books consum'd the midnight oil?[ - ] _fables. part i. the shepherd and the philosopher._ where yet was ever found a mother who 'd give her booby for another? _fables. part i. the mother, the nurse, and the fairy._ no author ever spar'd a brother. _fables. the elephant and the bookseller._ lest men suspect your tale untrue, keep probability in view. _fables. part i. the painter who pleased nobody and everybody._ in ev'ry age and clime we see two of a trade can never agree.[ - ] _fables. part i. the rat-catcher and cats._ is there no hope? the sick man said; the silent doctor shook his head. _fables. part i. the sick man and the angel._ while there is life there 's hope, he cried.[ - ] _fables. part i. the sick man and the angel._ those who in quarrels interpose must often wipe a bloody nose. _fables. part i. the mastiffs._ that raven on yon left-hand oak (curse on his ill-betiding croak!) bodes me no good.[ - ] _fables. part i. the farmer's wife and the raven._ and when a lady 's in the case, you know all other things give place. _fables. part i. the hare and many friends._ give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation: title and profit i resign; the post of honour shall be mine.[ - ] _fables. part ii. the vulture, the sparrow, and other birds._ from wine what sudden friendship springs! _fables. part ii. the squire and his cur._ life is a jest, and all things show it; i thought so once, but now i know it. _my own epitaph._ footnotes: [ - ] the time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or pantagruelists, is still called in france a "quart d'heure de rabelais,"--that is, rabelais's quarter of an hour, when a man is uneasy or melancholy.--_life of rabelais_ (bohn's edition), _p. ._ [ - ] o'er the hills and far away.--d'urfey: _pills to purge melancholy_ ( - ). [ - ] "midnight oil,"--a common phrase, used by quarles, shenstone, cowper, lloyd, and others. [ - ] potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman; and poor man has a grudge against poor man, and poet against poet.--hesiod: _works and days, ._ le potier au potier porte envie (the potter envies the potter).--bohn: _handbook of proverbs._ murphy: _the apprentice, act iii._ [ - ] elpides en zôoisin, anelpistoi de thanontes (for the living there is hope, but for the dead there is none.)--theocritus: _idyl iv. ._ Ægroto, dum anima est, spes est (while the sick man has life, there is hope).--cicero: _epistolarum ad atticum, ix. ._ [ - ] it was n't for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.--plautus: _aulularia, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] see addison, page . lady mary wortley montagu. - . let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,-- in part she is to blame that has been tried: he comes too near that comes to be denied.[ - ] _the lady's resolve._ and we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.[ - ] _the lover._ be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; in short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. _a summary of lord lyttelton's advice._ satire should, like a polished razor keen, wound with a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen. _to the imitator of the first satire of horace. book ii._ but the fruit that can fall without shaking indeed is too mellow for me. _the answer._ footnotes: [ - ] a fugitive piece, written on a window by lady montagu, after her marriage ( ). see overbury, page . [ - ] what say you to such a supper with such a woman?--byron: _note to a second letter on bowles._ charles macklin. - . the law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than the justice of it. _love à la mode. act ii. sc. ._ every tub must stand upon its bottom.[ - ] _the man of the world. act i. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see bunyan, page . john byrom. - . god bless the king,--i mean the faith's defender! god bless--no harm in blessing--the pretender! but who pretender is, or who is king,-- god bless us all!--that 's quite another thing. _to an officer of the army, extempore._ take time enough: all other graces will soon fill up their proper places.[ - ] _advice to preach slow._ some say, compar'd to bononcini, that mynheer handel 's but a ninny; others aver that he to handel is scarcely fit to hold a candle. strange all this difference should be 'twixt tweedledum and tweedledee. _on the feuds between handel and bononcini._[ - ] as clear as a whistle. _epistle to lloyd. i._ the point is plain as a pike-staff.[ - ] _epistle to a friend._ bone and skin, two millers thin, would starve us all, or near it; but be it known to skin and bone that flesh and blood can't bear it. _epigram on two monopolists._ thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow, shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow. _upon a trial of skill between the great masters of the noble science of defence, messrs. figg and sutton._ footnotes: [ - ] see walker, page . [ - ] nourse asked me if i had seen the verses upon handel and bononcini, not knowing that they were mine.--_byrom's remains_ (chetham soc.), _vol. i. p. ._ the last two lines have been attributed to swift and pope (see scott's edition of swift, and dyce's edition of pope). [ - ] see middleton, page . louis theobald. - . none but himself can be his parallel.[ - ] _the double falsehood._ footnotes: [ - ] quæris alcidæ parem? nemo est nisi ipse (do you seek alcides' equal? none is, except himself).--seneca: _hercules furens, i. ; ._ and but herself admits no parallel.--massinger: _duke of milan, act iv. sc. ._ james bramston. ---- - . what 's not devoured by time's devouring hand? where 's troy, and where 's the maypole in the strand? _art of politics._ but titus said, with his uncommon sense, when the exclusion bill was in suspense: "i hear a lion in the lobby roar; say, mr. speaker, shall we shut the door and keep him there, or shall we let him in to try if we can turn him out again?"[ - ] _art of politics._ so britain's monarch once uncovered sat, while bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat. _man of taste._ footnotes: [ - ] i hope, said colonel titus, we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom jupiter gave a stork for their king. to trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out.--_on the exclusion bill, jan. , ._ earl of chesterfield. - . whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well. _letter, march , ._ i knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow,[ - ] who used to say, "take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of themselves." _letter, nov. , ._ sacrifice to the graces.[ - ] _letter, march , ._ manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world. like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value. _letter, july , ._ style is the dress of thoughts. _letter, nov. , ._ despatch is the soul of business. _letter, feb. , ._ chapter of accidents.[ - ] _letter, feb. , ._ i assisted at the birth of that most significant word "flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world. _the world. no. ._ unlike my subject now shall be my song; it shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long. _impromptu lines._ the dews of the evening most carefully shun,-- those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun. _advice to a lady in autumn._ the nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an earldom. _character of pulteney._ he adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the most splendid eloquence.[ - ] _character of bolingbroke._ footnotes: [ - ] w. lowndes, secretary of the treasury in the reigns of king william, queen anne, and king george the third. [ - ] plato was continually saying to xenocrates, "sacrifice to the graces."--diogenes laertius: _xenocrates, book iv. sect. ._ let us sacrifice to the muses.--plutarch: _the banquet of the seven wise men._ (a saying of solon.) [ - ] chapter of accidents.--burke: _notes for speeches_ (edition ), _vol. ii. p. ._ john wilkes said that "the chapter of accidents is the longest chapter in the book."--southey: _the doctor, chap. cxviii._ [ - ] who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, and touched nothing that he did not adorn. johnson: _epitaph on goldsmith._ il embellit tout ce qu'il touche (he adorned whatever he touched).--fÉnelon: _lettre sur les occupations de l' académie française, sect. iv._ matthew green. - . fling but a stone, the giant dies. _the spleen. line ._ thus i steer my bark, and sail on even keel, with gentle gale. _the spleen._ though pleased to see the dolphins play, i mind my compass and my way. _the spleen._ richard savage. - . he lives to build, not boast, a generous race; no tenth transmitter of a foolish face. _the bastard. line ._ may see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, and glorify what else is damn'd to fame.[ - ] _character of foster._ footnotes: [ - ] see pope, page . robert blair. - . the grave, dread thing! men shiver when thou 'rt named: nature, appall'd, shakes off her wonted firmness. _the grave. part i. line ._ the schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, whistling aloud to bear his courage up.[ - ] _the grave. part i. line ._ friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! sweetener of life! and solder of society! _the grave. part i. line ._ of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance! _the grave. part i. line ._ the cup goes round: and who so artful as to put it by! 't is long since death had the majority. _the grave. part ii. line ._ the good he scorn'd stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, not to return; or if it did, in visits like those of angels, short and far between.[ - ] _the grave. part ii. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see norris, page . james thomson. - . come, gentle spring! ethereal mildness! come. _the seasons. spring. line ._ base envy withers at another's joy, and hates that excellence it cannot reach. _the seasons. spring. line ._ but who can paint like nature? can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers? _the seasons. spring. line ._ amid the roses fierce repentance rears her snaky crest. _the seasons. spring. line ._ delightful task! to rear the tender thought, to teach the young idea how to shoot. _the seasons. spring. line ._ an elegant sufficiency, content, retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, ease and alternate labour, useful life, progressive virtue, and approving heaven! _the seasons. spring. line ._ the meek-ey'd morn appears, mother of dews. _the seasons. summer. line ._ falsely luxurious, will not man awake? _the seasons. summer. line ._ but yonder comes the powerful king of day, rejoicing in the east. _the seasons. summer. line ._ ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds. _the seasons. summer. line ._ and mecca saddens at the long delay. _the seasons. summer. line ._ for many a day, and many a dreadful night, incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape. _the seasons. summer. line ._ sigh'd and look'd unutterable things. _the seasons. summer. line ._ a lucky chance, that oft decides the fate of mighty monarchs. _the seasons. summer. line ._ so stands the statue that enchants the world, so bending tries to veil the matchless boast, the mingled beauties of exulting greece. _the seasons. summer. line ._ who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age. _the seasons. summer. line ._ autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain. _the seasons. autumn. line ._ loveliness needs not the foreign aid of ornament, but is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.[ - ] _the seasons. autumn. line ._ he saw her charming, but he saw not half the charms her downcast modesty conceal'd. _the seasons. autumn. line ._ for still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. _the seasons. autumn. line ._ see, winter comes to rule the varied year.[ - ] _the seasons. winter. line ._ cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. _the seasons. winter. line ._ there studious let me sit, and hold high converse with the mighty dead. _the seasons. winter. line ._ the kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid. _the seasons. winter. line ._ these as they change, almighty father! these are but the varied god. the rolling year is full of thee. _hymn. line ._ shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade. _hymn. line ._ from seeming evil still educing good. _hymn. line ._ come then, expressive silence, muse his praise. _hymn. line ._ a pleasing land of drowsyhed it was, of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; and of gay castles in the clouds that pass, forever flushing round a summer sky: there eke the soft delights that witchingly instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, and the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh; but whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest. _the castle of indolence. canto i. stanza ._ o fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein, but every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, and heightens ease with grace. _the castle of indolence. canto i. stanza ._ plac'd far amid the melancholy main. _the castle of indolence. canto i. stanza ._ scoundrel maxim. _the castle of indolence. canto i. stanza ._ a bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems. _the castle of indolence. canto i. stanza ._ a little round, fat, oily man of god. _the castle of indolence. canto i. stanza ._ i care not, fortune, what you me deny: you cannot rob me of free nature's grace, you cannot shut the windows of the sky through which aurora shows her brightening face; you cannot bar my constant feet to trace the woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve: let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, and i their toys to the great children leave: of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave. _the castle of indolence. canto ii. stanza ._ health is the vital principle of bliss, and exercise, of health. _the castle of indolence. canto ii. stanza ._ forever, fortune, wilt thou prove an unrelenting foe to love; and when we meet a mutual heart, come in between and bid us part? _song._ whoe'er amidst the sons of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble of nature's own creating. _coriolanus. act iii. sc. ._ o sophonisba! sophonisba, o![ - ] _sophonisba. act iii. sc. ._ when britain first, at heaven's command, arose from out the azure main, this was the charter of her land, and guardian angels sung the strain: rule, britannia! britannia rules the waves! britons never shall be slaves. _alfred. act ii. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see milton, page . nam ut mulieres esse dicuntur nonnullæ inornatæ, quas id ipsum diceat, sic hæc subtilis oratio etiam incompta delectat (for as lack of adornment is said to become some women; so this subtle oration, though without embellishment, gives delight).--cicero: _orator, , ._ [ - ] o winter, ruler of the inverted year.--cowper: _the task, book iv. winter evening, line ._ [ - ] the line was altered after the second edition to "o sophonisba! i am wholly thine." john dyer. - . a little rule, a little sway, a sunbeam in a winter's day, is all the proud and mighty have between the cradle and the grave. _grongar hill. line ._ ever charming, ever new, when will the landscape tire the view? _grongar hill. line ._ disparting towers trembling all precipitate down dash'd, rattling around, loud thundering to the moon. _the ruins of rome. line ._ philip doddridge. - . live while you live, the epicure would say, and seize the pleasures of the present day; live while you live, the sacred preacher cries, and give to god each moment as it flies. lord, in my views, let both united be: i live in pleasure when i live to thee. _epigram on his family arms._[ - ] awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, and press with vigour on; a heavenly race demands thy zeal, and an immortal crown. _zeal and vigour in the christian race._ footnotes: [ - ] dum vivimus vivamus (let us live while we live).--orton: _life of doddridge._ john wesley. - . that execrable sum of all villanies commonly called a slave trade. _journal. feb. , ._ certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "cleanliness is indeed next to godliness."[ - ] _sermon xciii. on dress._ i am always in haste, but never in a hurry.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] given as a saying of wesley, in the "saturday review," nov. , . benjamin franklin.[ - ] - . they that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.[ - ] _historical review of pennsylvania._ god helps them that help themselves.[ - ] _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ dost thou love life? then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of. _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.[ - ] _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ plough deep while sluggards sleep. _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day. _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ three removes are as bad as a fire. _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ little strokes fell great oaks.[ - ] _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ a little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost. _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ he that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing.[ - ] _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ a man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose to the grindstone.[ - ] _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ vessels large may venture more, but little boats should keep near shore. _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright. _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other. _maxims prefixed to poor richard's almanac, ._ we are a kind of posterity in respect to them.[ - ] _letter to william strahan, ._ remember that time is money. _advice to a young tradesman, ._ idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and parliaments. if we can get rid of the former, we may easily bear the latter. _letter on the stamp act, july , ._ here skugg lies snug as a bug in a rug.[ - ] _letter to miss georgiana shipley, september, ._ there never was a good war or a bad peace.[ - ] _letter to josiah quincy, sept. , ._ you and i were long friends: you are now my enemy, and i am yours. _letter to william strahan, july , ._ we must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately. _at the signing of the declaration of independence, july , ._ he has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. _the whistle. november, ._ here you would know and enjoy what posterity will say of washington. for a thousand leagues have nearly the same effect with a thousand years. _letter to washington, march , ._ our constitution is in actual operation; everything appears to promise that it will last; but in this world nothing is certain but death and taxes. _letter to m. leroy, ._ footnotes: [ - ] eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis (he snatched the lightning from heaven, and the sceptre from tyrants),--a line attributed to turgot, and inscribed on houdon's bust of franklin. frederick von der trenck asserted on his trial, , that he was the author of this line. [ - ] this sentence was much used in the revolutionary period. it occurs even so early as november, , in an answer by the assembly of pennsylvania to the governor, and forms the motto of franklin's "historical review," , appearing also in the body of the work.--frothingham: _rise of the republic of the united states, p. ._ [ - ] see herbert, page . [ - ] clarke: _paræmiolgia, ._ my hour is eight o'clock, though it is an infallible rule, "sanat, sanctificat, et ditat, surgere mane" (that he may be healthy, happy, and wise, let him rise early).--_a health to the gentle profession of serving-men, _ (reprinted in roxburghe library), _p. ._ [ - ] see lyly, page . [ - ] see tusser, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] byron's european fame is the best earnest of his immortality, for a foreign nation is a kind of contemporaneous posterity.--horace binney wallace: _stanley, or the recollections of a man of the world, vol. ii. p. ._ [ - ] snug as a bug in a rug.--_the stratford jubilee, ii. , ._ [ - ] it hath been said that an unjust peace is to be preferred before a just war.--samuel butler: _speeches in the rump parliament. butler's remains._ nathaniel cotton. - . if solid happiness we prize, within our breast this jewel lies, and they are fools who roam. the world has nothing to bestow; from our own selves our joys must flow, and that dear hut, our home. _the fireside. stanza ._ to be resign'd when ills betide, patient when favours are deni'd, and pleas'd with favours given,-- dear chloe, this is wisdom's part; this is that incense of the heart[ - ] whose fragrance smells to heaven. _the fireside. stanza ._ thus hand in hand through life we 'll go; its checker'd paths of joy and woe with cautious steps we 'll tread. _the fireside. stanza ._ yet still we hug the dear deceit. _content. vision iv._ hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. _to-morrow._ henry fielding. - . all nature wears one universal grin. _tom thumb the great. act i. sc. ._ petition me no petitions, sir, to-day; let other hours be set apart for business. to-day it is our pleasure to be drunk; and this our queen shall be as drunk as we. _tom thumb the great. act i. sc. ._ when i 'm not thank'd at all, i 'm thank'd enough; i 've done my duty, and i 've done no more. _tom thumb the great. act i. sc. ._ thy modesty 's a candle to thy merit. _tom thumb the great. act i. sc. ._ to sun myself in huncamunca's eyes. _tom thumb the great. act i. sc. ._ lo, when two dogs are fighting in the streets, with a third dog one of the two dogs meets; with angry teeth he bites him to the bone, and this dog smarts for what that dog has done.[ - ] _tom thumb the great. act i. sc. ._ i am as sober as a judge.[ - ] _don quixote in england. act iii. sc. ._ much may be said on both sides.[ - ] _the covent garden tragedy. act i. sc. ._ enough is equal to a feast.[ - ] _the covent garden tragedy. act v. sc. ._ we must eat to live and live to eat.[ - ] _the miser. act iii. sc. ._ penny saved is a penny got.[ - ] _the miser. act iii. sc. ._ oh, the roast beef of england, and old england's roast beef! _the grub street opera. act iii. sc. ._ this story will not go down. _tumble-down dick._ can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right and the eternal fitness of things? _tom jones. book iv. chap. iv._ distinction without a difference. _tom jones. book vi. chap. xiii._ amiable weakness.[ - ] _tom jones. book x. chap. viii._ the dignity of history.[ - ] _tom jones. book xi. chap. ii._ republic of letters. _tom jones. book xiv. chap. i._ illustrious predecessors.[ - ] _covent garden journal. jan. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] the incense of the heart may rise.--pierpont: _every place a temple._ [ - ] thus when a barber and a collier fight, the barber beats the luckless collier--white; the dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, and big with vengeance beats the barber--black. in comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, and beats the collier and the barber--red: black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, and in the dust they raise the combatants are lost. christopher smart: _the trip to cambridge_ (on "campbell's specimens of the british poets," vol. vi. p. ). [ - ] sober as a judge.--charles lamb: _letter to mr. and mrs. moxon._ [ - ] see addison, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] socrates said, bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat and drink that they may live.--plutarch: _how a young man ought to hear poems._ [ - ] a penny saved is twopence dear; a pin a day 's a groat a year. franklin: _hints to those that would be rich_ ( ). [ - ] amiable weaknesses of human nature.--gibbon: _decline and fall of the roman empire, chap. xiv._ [ - ] see bolingbroke, page . [ - ] illustrious predecessor.--burke: _the present discontents._ i tread in the footsteps of illustrious men. . . . in receiving from the people the sacred trust confided to my illustrious predecessor.--martin van buren: _inaugural address, march , ._ william pitt, earl of chatham. - . confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom. _speech, jan. , ._ a long train of these practices has at length unwillingly convinced me that there is something behind the throne greater than the king himself.[ - ] _chatham correspondence. speech, march , ._ where law ends, tyranny begins. _case of wilkes. speech, jan. , ._ reparation for our rights at home, and security against the like future violations.[ - ] _letter to the earl of shelburne, sept. , ._ if i were an american, as i am an englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country i never would lay down my arms,--never! never! never! _speech, nov. , ._ the poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the crown. it may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter, the rain may enter,--but the king of england cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! _speech on the excise bill._ we have a calvinistic creed, a popish liturgy, and an arminian clergy. _prior's life of burke_ ( ). footnotes: [ - ] quoted by lord mahon, "greater than the throne itself."--_history of england, vol. v. p. ._ [ - ] "indemnity for the past and security for the future."--russell: _memoir of fox, vol. iii. p. , letter to the hon. t. maitland._ samuel johnson. - . let observation with extensive view survey mankind, from china to peru.[ - ] _vanity of human wishes. line ._ there mark what ills the scholar's life assail,-- toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. _vanity of human wishes. line ._ he left the name at which the world grew pale, to point a moral, or adorn a tale. _vanity of human wishes. line ._ hides from himself his state, and shuns to know that life protracted is protracted woe. _vanity of human wishes. line ._ an age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, and glides in modest innocence away. _vanity of human wishes. line ._ superfluous lags the veteran on the stage. _vanity of human wishes. line ._ fears of the brave, and follies of the wise! from marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage flow, and swift expires, a driv'ler and a show. _vanity of human wishes. line ._ must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, roll darkling down the torrent of his fate? _vanity of human wishes. line ._ for patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill. _vanity of human wishes. line ._ of all the griefs that harass the distrest, sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.[ - ] _london. line ._ this mournful truth is ev'rywhere confess'd,-- slow rises worth by poverty depress'd.[ - ] _london. line ._ studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail. _prologue to the tragedy of irene._ each change of many-colour'd life he drew, exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new. _prologue on the opening of drury lane theatre._ and panting time toil'd after him in vain. _prologue on the opening of drury lane theatre._ for we that live to please must please to live. _prologue on the opening of drury lane theatre._ catch, then, oh catch the transient hour; improve each moment as it flies! life 's a short summer, man a flower; he dies--alas! how soon he dies! _winter. an ode._ officious, innocent, sincere, of every friendless name the friend. _verses on the death of mr. robert levet. stanza ._ in misery's darkest cavern known, his useful care was ever nigh[ - ] where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, and lonely want retir'd to die. _verses on the death of mr. robert levet. stanza ._ and sure th' eternal master found his single talent well employ'd. _verses on the death of mr. robert levet. stanza ._ then with no throbs of fiery pain,[ - ] no cold gradations of decay, death broke at once the vital chain, and freed his soul the nearest way. _verses on the death of mr. robert levet. stanza ._ that saw the manners in the face. _lines on the death of hogarth._ philips, whose touch harmonious could remove the pangs of guilty power and hapless love! rest here, distressed by poverty no more; here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before; sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine, till angels wake thee with a note like thine! _epitaph on claudius philips, the musician._ a poet, naturalist, and historian, who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, and touched nothing that he did not adorn.[ - ] _epitaph on goldsmith._ how small of all that human hearts endure, that part which laws or kings can cause or cure! still to ourselves in every place consigned, our own felicity we make or find. with secret course, which no loud storms annoy, glides the smooth current of domestic joy. _lines added to goldsmith's traveller._ trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. _line added to goldsmith's deserted village._ from thee, great god, we spring, to thee we tend,-- path, motive, guide, original, and end.[ - ] _motto to the rambler. no. ._ ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow,--attend to the history of rasselas, prince of abyssinia. _rasselas. chap. i._ "i fly from pleasure," said the prince, "because pleasure has ceased to please; i am lonely because i am miserable, and am unwilling to cloud with my presence the happiness of others." _rasselas. chap. iii._ a man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected. _rasselas. chap. xii._ few things are impossible to diligence and skill. _rasselas. chap. xii._ knowledge is more than equivalent to force.[ - ] _rasselas. chap. xiii._ i live in the crowd of jollity, not so much to enjoy company as to shun myself. _rasselas. chap. xvi._ many things difficult to design prove easy to performance. _rasselas. chap. xvi._ the first years of man must make provision for the last. _rasselas. chap. xvii._ example is always more efficacious than precept. _rasselas. chap. xxx._ the endearing elegance of female friendship. _rasselas. chap. xlvi._ i am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that _words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven_.[ - ] _preface to his dictionary._ words are men's daughters, but god's sons are things.[ - ] _boulter's monument._ (supposed to have been inserted by dr. johnson, .) whoever wishes to attain an english style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of addison. _life of addison._ to be of no church is dangerous. religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by faith and hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example. _life of milton._ the trappings of a monarchy would set up an ordinary commonwealth. _life of milton._ his death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure. _life of edmund smith_ (alluding to the death of garrick). that man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of iona. _journey to the western islands: inch kenneth._ he is no wise man that will quit a certainty for an uncertainty. _the idler. no. ._ what is read twice is commonly better remembered than what is transcribed. _the idler. no. ._ tom birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation; but no sooner does he take a pen in his hand than it becomes a torpedo to him, and benumbs all his faculties. _life of johnson_ (boswell).[ - ] _vol. i. chap. vii. ._ wretched un-idea'd girls. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. i. chap. x. ._ this man [chesterfield], i thought, had been a lord among wits; but i find he is only a wit among lords.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. i. ._ sir, he [bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly scotchman to draw the trigger at his death. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. i. ._ is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help? _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. ii. ._ i am glad that he thanks god for anything. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. ii. ._ if a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. a man, sir, should keep his friendship in a constant repair. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. ii. ._ being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. iii. ._ sir, i think all christians, whether papists or protestants, agree in the essential articles, and that their differences are trivial, and rather political than religious.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. v. ._ the noblest prospect which a scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to england. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. v. ._ if he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why, sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. v. ._ sir, your levellers wish to level _down_ as far as themselves; but they cannot bear levelling _up_ to themselves. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. v. ._ a man ought to read just as inclination leads him; for what he reads as a task will do him little good. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. vi. ._ sherry is dull, naturally dull; but it must have taken him a great deal of pains to become what we now see him. such an access of stupidity, sir, is not in nature. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. ix._ sir, a woman preaching is like a dog's walking on his hind legs. it is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. ix._ i look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. ix._ this was a good dinner enough, to be sure, but it was not a dinner to _ask_ a man to. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. ix._ a very unclubable man. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. ii. chap. ix. ._ i do not know, sir, that the fellow is an infidel; but if he be an infidel, he is an infidel as a dog is an infidel; that is to say, he has never thought upon the subject. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. iii. chap. iii. ._ it matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. iii. chap. iv._ that fellow seems to me to possess but one idea, and that is a wrong one.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. iii. chap. v. ._ i am a great friend to public amusements; for they keep people from vice. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. iii. chap. viii. ._ a cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of a garden. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. iii. chap. viii. ._ much may be made of a scotchman if he be caught young. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. iii. chap. viii. ._ a man may write at any time if he will set himself doggedly to it. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. iv. chap. ii. ._ let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place where he is _not_ known. don't let him go to the devil, where he _is_ known. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. iv. chap. ii. ._ was ever poet so trusted before? _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. v. chap. vi. ._ attack is the reaction. i never think i have hit hard unless it rebounds. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. v. chap. vi. ._ a man will turn over half a library to make one book. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. v. chap. viii. ._ patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. v. chap. ix._ hell is paved with good intentions.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. v. chap. ix._ knowledge is of two kinds: we know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information upon it.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. v. chap. ix._ i never take a nap after dinner but when i have had a bad night; and then the nap takes me. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. i. ._ in lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. i. ._ there is now less flogging in our great schools than formerly,--but then less is learned there; so that what the boys get at one end they lose at the other. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. i. ._ there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. iii. ._ no man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. iii. ._ questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. iv. ._ a man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of those who have risen far above him. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. iv. ._ all this [wealth] excludes but one evil,--poverty. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. ix. ._ employment, sir, and hardships prevent melancholy. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. ix. ._ when a man is tired of london he is tired of life; for there is in london all that life can afford. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. ix. ._ he was so generally civil that nobody thanked him for it. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vi. chap. ix. ._ goldsmith, however, was a man who whatever he wrote, did it better than any other man could do. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vii. chap. iii. ._ johnson had said that he could repeat a complete chapter of "the natural history of iceland," from the danish of horrebow, the whole of which was exactly (ch. lxxii. _concerning snakes_) thus: "there are no snakes to be met with throughout the whole island."[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vii. chap. iv. ._ as the spanish proverb says, "he who would bring home the wealth of the indies must carry the wealth of the indies with him," so it is in travelling,--a man must carry knowledge with him if he would bring home knowledge. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vii. chap. v. ._ the true, strong, and sound mind is the mind that can embrace equally great things and small. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vii. chap. vi. ._ i remember a passage in goldsmith's "vicar of wakefield," which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "i do not love a man who is zealous for nothing." . . . there was another fine passage too which he struck out: "when i was a young man, being anxious to distinguish myself, i was perpetually starting new propositions. but i soon gave this over; for i found that generally what was new was false." _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vii. chap. viii. ._ claret is the liquor for boys, port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vii. chap. viii. ._ a frenchman must be always talking, whether he knows anything of the matter or not; an englishman is content to say nothing when he has nothing to say. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vii. chap. x._ of dr. goldsmith he said, "no man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had." _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vii. chap. x._ the applause of a single human being is of great consequence. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. vii. chap. x._ the potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. chap. ii._ classical quotation is the _parole_ of literary men all over the world. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. chap. iii. ._ my friend was of opinion that when a man of rank appeared in that character [as an author], he deserved to have his merits handsomely allowed.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. chap. iii. ._ i never have sought the world; the world was not to seek me.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. chap. v. ._ he is not only dull himself, but the cause of dullness in others.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. chap. v. ._ you see they 'd have fitted him to a t. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. chap. ix. ._ i have found you an argument; i am not obliged to find you an understanding. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. chap. ix. ._ who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. chap. ix. ._ blown about with every wind of criticism.[ - ] _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. chap. x. ._ if the man who turnips cries cry not when his father dies, 't is a proof that he had rather have a turnip than his father. _johnsoniana. piozzi, ._ he was a very good hater. _johnsoniana. piozzi, ._ the law is the last result of human wisdom acting upon human experience for the benefit of the public. _johnsoniana. piozzi, ._ the use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are. _johnsoniana. piozzi, ._ dictionaries are like watches; the worst is better than none, and the best cannot be expected to go quite true. _johnsoniana. piozzi, ._ books that you may carry to the fire and hold readily in your hand, are the most useful after all. _johnsoniana. hawkins. ._ round numbers are always false. _johnsoniana. hawkins. ._ as with my hat[ - ] upon my head i walk'd along the strand, i there did meet another man with his hat in his hand.[ - ] _johnsoniana. george steevens. ._ abstinence is as easy to me as temperance would be difficult. _johnsoniana. hannah more. ._ the limbs will quiver and move after the soul is gone. _johnsoniana. northcote. ._ hawkesworth said of johnson, "you have a memory that would convict any author of plagiarism in any court of literature in the world." _johnsoniana. kearsley. ._ his conversation does not show the minute-hand, but he strikes the hour very correctly. _johnsoniana. kearsley. ._ hunting was the labour of the savages of north america, but the amusement of the gentlemen of england. _johnsoniana. kearsley. ._ i am very fond of the company of ladies. i like their beauty, i like their delicacy, i like their vivacity, and i like their silence. _johnsoniana. seward. ._ this world, where much is to be done and little to be known. _prayers and meditations. against inquisitive and perplexing thoughts._ gratitude is a fruit of great cultivation; you do not find it among gross people. _tour to the hebrides. sept. , ._ a fellow that makes no figure in company, and has a mind as narrow as the neck of a vinegar-cruet. _tour to the hebrides. sept. , ._ the atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has with such spirit and decency charged upon me, i shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but content myself with wishing that i may be one of those whose follies may cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience.[ - ] _pitt's reply to walpole. speech, march , ._ towering in the confidence of twenty-one. _letter to bennet langton. jan. , ._ gloomy calm of idle vacancy. _letter to boswell. dec. , ._ wharton quotes johnson as saying of dr. campbell, "he is the richest author that ever grazed the common of literature." footnotes: [ - ] all human race, from china to peru, pleasure, howe'er disguised by art, pursue. thomas warton: _universal love of pleasure._ de quincey (works, vol. x. p. ) quotes the criticism of some writer, who contends with some reason that this high-sounding couplet of dr. johnson amounts in effect to this: let observation with extensive observation observe mankind extensively. [ - ] nothing in poverty so ill is borne as its exposing men to grinning scorn. oldham ( - ): _third satire of juvenal._ [ - ] three years later johnson wrote, "mere unassisted merit advances slowly, if--what is not very common--it advances at all." [ - ] _var._ his ready help was always nigh. [ - ] _var._ then with no fiery throbbing pain. [ - ] qui nullum fere scribendi genus non tetigit, nullum quod tetigit non ornavit. see chesterfield, page . [ - ] a translation of boethius's "de consolatione philosophiæ," iii. , . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] the italics and the word "forget" would seem to imply that the saying was not his own. [ - ] sir william jones gives a similar saying in india: "words are the daughters of earth, and deeds are the sons of heaven." see herbert, page . sir thomas bodley: _letter to his librarian, ._ [ - ] from the london edition, volumes, . dr. johnson, it is said, when he first heard of boswell's intention to write a life of him, announced, with decision enough, that if he thought boswell really meant to _write his life_ he would prevent it by _taking boswell's!_--carlyle: _miscellanies, jean paul frederic richter._ [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] i do not find that the age or country makes the least difference; no, nor the language the actor spoke, nor the religion which they professed,--whether arab in the desert, or frenchman in the academy. i see that sensible men and conscientious men all over the world were of one religion of well-doing and daring.--emerson: _the preacher. lectures and biographical sketches, p. ._ [ - ] every investigation which is guided by principles of nature fixes its ultimate aim entirely on gratifying the stomach.--athenÆus: _book vii. chap. ii._ [ - ] mr. kremlin was distinguished for ignorance; for he had only one idea, and that was wrong.--disraeli: _sybil, book iv. chap. ._ [ - ] see herbert, page . do not be troubled by saint bernard's saying that hell is full of good intentions and wills.--francis de sales: _spiritual letters. letter xii._ (translated by the author of "a dominican artist.") . [ - ] scire ubi aliquid invenire possis, ea demum maxima pars eruditionis est (to know where you can find anything, that in short is the largest part of learning).--anonymous. [ - ] whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, where'er his stages may have been, may sigh to think he still has found the warmest welcome at an inn. shenstone: _written on a window of an inn._ [ - ] chapter xlii. is still shorter: "there are no owls of any kind in the whole island." [ - ] i am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.--edward moore: _the gamester, act ii. sc. ._ . [ - ] usually quoted as "when a nobleman writes a book, he ought to be encouraged." [ - ] i have not loved the world, nor the world me.--byron: _childe harold, canto iii. stanza ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] a parody on "who rules o'er freemen should himself be free," from brooke's "gustavus vasa," first edition. [ - ] carried about with every wind of doctrine.--_ephesians iv. ._ [ - ] elsewhere found, "i put my hat." [ - ] a parody on percy's "hermit of warkworth." [ - ] this is the composition of johnson, founded on some note or statement of the actual speech. johnson said, "that speech i wrote in a garret, in exeter street." boswell: _life of johnson, ._ lord lyttleton. - . for his chaste muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre none but the noblest passions to inspire, not one immoral, one corrupted thought, one line which, dying, he could wish to blot. _prologue to thomson's coriolanus._ women, like princes, find few real friends. _advice to a lady._ what is your sex's earliest, latest care, your heart's supreme ambition? to be fair. _advice to a lady._ the lover in the husband may be lost. _advice to a lady._ how much the wife is dearer than the bride. _an irregular ode._ none without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair, but love can hope where reason would despair. _epigram._ where none admire, 't is useless to excel; where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle. _soliloquy on a beauty in the country._ alas! by some degree of woe we every bliss must gain; the heart can ne'er a transport know that never feels a pain. _song._ edward moore. - . can't i another's face commend, and to her virtues be a friend, but instantly your forehead lowers, as if _her_ merit lessen'd _yours_? _the farmer, the spaniel, and the cat. fable ix._ the maid who modestly conceals her beauties, while she hides, reveals; give but a glimpse, and fancy draws whate'er the grecian venus was. _the spider and the bee. fable x._ but from the hoop's bewitching round, her very shoe has power to wound. _the spider and the bee. fable x._ time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. _the happy marriage._ i am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.[ - ] _the gamester. act ii. sc. ._ 't is now the summer of your youth. time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. _the gamester. act iii. sc. ._ labour for his pains.[ - ] _the boy and the rainbow._ footnotes: [ - ] see johnson, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . laurence sterne. - . go, poor devil, get thee gone! why should i hurt thee? this world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me. _tristram shandy_ (orig. ed.). _vol. ii. chap. xii._ great wits jump.[ - ] _tristram shandy_ (orig. ed.). _vol. iii. chap. ix._ "our armies swore terribly in flanders," cried my uncle toby, "but nothing to this." _tristram shandy_ (orig. ed.). _vol. iii. chap. xi._ of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting! _tristram shandy_ (orig. ed.). _vol. iii. chap. xii._ the accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.[ - ] _tristram shandy_ (orig. ed.). _vol. vi. chap. viii._ i am sick as a horse. _tristram shandy_ (orig. ed.). _vol. vii. chap. xi._ "they order," said i, "this matter better in france." _sentimental journey. page ._ i pity the man who can travel from dan to beersheba and cry, "'t is all barren!" _in the street. calais._ god tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[ - ] _maria._ "disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, slavery," said i, "still thou art a bitter draught." _the passport. the hotel at paris._ the sad vicissitude of things.[ - ] _sermon xvi._ trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything. _sermon xxvii._ footnotes: [ - ] great wits jump.--byrom: _the nimmers._ buckingham: _the chances, act. iv. sc. ._ good wits jump.--cervantes: _don quixote, part ii. chap. xxxviii._ [ - ] but sad as angels for the good man's sin, weep to record, and blush to give it in. campbell: _pleasures of hope, part ii. line ._ [ - ] dieu mésure le froid à la brebis tondue (god measures the cold to the shorn lamb).--henri estienne ( ): _prémices, etc. p. ._ see herbert, page . [ - ] revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.--r. gifford: _contemplation._ william shenstone. - . whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, where'er his stages may have been, may sigh to think he still has found the warmest welcome at an inn.[ - ] _written on a window of an inn._ so sweetly she bade me adieu, i thought that she bade me return. _a pastoral. part i._ i have found out a gift for my fair; i have found where the wood-pigeons breed. _a pastoral. part i._ my banks they are furnish'd with bees, whose murmur invites one to sleep. _a pastoral. part ii. hope._ for seldom shall she hear a tale so sad, so tender, and so true. _jemmy dawson._ her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, emblems right meet of decency does yield. _the schoolmistress. stanza ._ pun-provoking thyme. _the schoolmistress. stanza ._ a little bench of heedless bishops here, and there a chancellor in embryo. _the schoolmistress. stanza ._ footnotes: [ - ] see johnson, page . archbishop leighton often said that if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn.--_works, vol. i. p. ._ john brown. - . now let us thank the eternal power: convinced that heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,-- that oft the cloud which wraps the present hour serves but to brighten all our future days. _barbarossa. act v. sc. ._ and coxcombs vanquish berkeley by a grin. _an essay on satire, occasioned by the death of mr. pope._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] anderson: _british poets, vol. x. p. ._ see note in "contemporary review," september, , p. . james townley. - . _kitty._ shikspur? shikspur? who wrote it? no, i never read shikspur. _lady bab._ then you have an immense pleasure to come. _high life below stairs. act ii. sc. ._ from humble port to imperial tokay. _high life below stairs. act ii. sc. ._ thomas gray. - . what female heart can gold despise? what cat 's averse to fish? _on the death of a favourite cat._ a fav'rite has no friend! _on the death of a favourite cat._ ye distant spires, ye antique towers. _on a distant prospect of eton college. stanza ._ ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! ah, fields beloved in vain! where once my careless childhood stray'd, a stranger yet to pain! i feel the gales that from ye blow a momentary bliss bestow. _on a distant prospect of eton college. stanza ._ they hear a voice in every wind, and snatch a fearful joy. _on a distant prospect of eton college. stanza ._ gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, less pleasing when possest; the tear forgot as soon as shed, the sunshine of the breast. _on a distant prospect of eton college. stanza ._ alas! regardless of their doom, the little victims play; no sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond to-day. _on a distant prospect of eton college. stanza ._ ah, tell them they are men! _on a distant prospect of eton college. stanza ._ and moody madness laughing wild amid severest woe. _on a distant prospect of eton college. stanza ._ to each his suff'rings; all are men, condemn'd alike to groan,-- the tender for another's pain, th' unfeeling for his own. yet ah! why should they know their fate, since sorrow never comes too late, and happiness too swiftly flies? thought would destroy their paradise. no more; where ignorance is bliss, 't is folly to be wise.[ - ] _on a distant prospect of eton college. stanza ._ daughter of jove, relentless power, thou tamer of the human breast, whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour the bad affright, afflict the best! _hymn to adversity._ from helicon's harmonious springs a thousand rills their mazy progress take. _the progress of poesy. i. , line ._ glance their many-twinkling feet. _the progress of poesy. i. , line ._ o'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move the bloom of young desire and purple light of love.[ - ] _the progress of poesy. i. , line ._ her track, where'er the goddess roves, glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, th' unconquerable mind,[ - ] and freedom's holy flame. _the progress of poesy. ii. , line ._ or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. _the progress of poesy. iii. , line ._ he pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: the living throne, the sapphire blaze, where angels tremble while they gaze, he saw; but blasted with excess of light, closed his eyes in endless night. _the progress of poesy. iii. , line ._ bright-eyed fancy, hov'ring o'er, scatters from her pictured urn thoughts that breathe and words that burn.[ - ] _the progress of poesy. iii. , line ._ beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, beneath the good how far,--but far above the great. _the progress of poesy. iii. , line ._ ruin seize thee, ruthless king! confusion on thy banners wait! though fann'd by conquest's crimson wing, they mock the air with idle state. _the bard. i. , line ._ loose his beard, and hoary hair stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.[ - ] _the bard. i. , line ._ to high-born hoel's harp, or soft llewellyn's lay. _the bard. i. , line ._ dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.[ - ] _the bard. i. , line ._ weave the warp, and weave the woof, the winding-sheet of edward's race. give ample room and verge enough[ - ] the characters of hell to trace. _the bard. ii. , line ._ fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; while proudly riding o'er the azure realm in gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, that hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey. _the bard. ii. , line ._ ye towers of julius, london's lasting shame, with many a foul and midnight murder fed. _the bard. ii. , line ._ visions of glory, spare my aching sight! ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! _the bard. iii. , line ._ and truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. _the bard. iii. , line ._ comus and his midnight crew. _ode for music. line ._ while bright-eyed science watches round. _ode for music. chorus. line ._ the still small voice of gratitude. _ode for music. v. line ._ iron sleet of arrowy shower hurtles in the darken'd air. _the fatal sisters. line ._ the curfew tolls the knell of parting day, the lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,[ - ] the ploughman homeward plods his weary way, and leaves the world to darkness and to me. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ each in his narrow cell forever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ the breezy call of incense-breathing morn. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile the short and simple annals of the poor. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ the boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, and all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, await alike the inevitable hour. the paths of glory lead but to the grave. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, the pealing anthem swells the note of praise. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ can storied urn, or animated bust, back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death? _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ but knowledge to their eyes her ample page, rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;[ - ] chill penury repress'd their noble rage, and froze the genial current of the soul. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air.[ - ] _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ some village hampden, that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious milton here may rest, some cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ the applause of list'ning senates to command, the threats of pain and ruin to despise, to scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, and read their history in a nation's eyes. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, and shut the gates of mercy on mankind. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; along the cool sequester'd vale of life they kept the noiseless tenor of their way.[ - ] _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ implores the passing tribute of a sigh. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ and many a holy text around she strews, that teach the rustic moralist to die. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ for who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, this pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind? _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ e'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, e'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.[ - ] _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ brushing with hasty steps the dews away, to meet the sun upon the upland lawn. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ one morn i miss'd him on the custom'd hill, along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree: another came; nor yet beside the rill, nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. _elegy in a country churchyard. stanza ._ here rests his head upon the lap of earth, a youth to fortune and to fame unknown: fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, and melancholy mark'd him for her own.[ - ] _the epitaph._ large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, heaven did a recompense as largely send: he gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, he gained from heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend. _the epitaph._ no further seek his merits to disclose, or draw his frailties from their dread abode (there they alike in trembling hope repose), the bosom of his father and his god. _the epitaph._ and weep the more, because i weep in vain. _sonnet. on the death of mr. west._ rich windows that exclude the light, and passages that lead to nothing. _a long story._ the hues of bliss more brightly glow, chastised by sabler tints of woe. _ode on the pleasure arising from vicissitude. line ._ the meanest floweret of the vale, the simplest note that swells the gale, the common sun, the air, the skies, to him are opening paradise. _ode on the pleasure arising from vicissitude. line ._ and hie him home, at evening's close, to sweet repast and calm repose. _ode on the pleasure arising from vicissitude. line ._ from toil he wins his spirits light, from busy day the peaceful night; rich, from the very want of wealth, in heaven's best treasures, peace and health. _ode on the pleasure arising from vicissitude. line ._ the social smile, the sympathetic tear. _education and government._ when love could teach a monarch to be wise, and gospel-light first dawn'd from bullen's eyes.[ - ] too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune; he had not the method of making a fortune. _on his own character._ now as the paradisiacal pleasures of the mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of marivaux and crebillon. _to mr. west. letter iv. third series._ footnotes: [ - ] see davenant, page . he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.--_ecclesiastes i. ._ [ - ] the light of love.--byron: _bride of abydos, canto i. stanza ._ [ - ] unconquerable mind.--wordsworth: _to toussaint l' ouverture._ [ - ] see cowley, page . [ - ] see cowley, page . milton, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . otway, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] the first edition reads,-- "the lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea." [ - ] see sir thomas browne, page . [ - ] see young, page . nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.--churchill: _gotham, book ii. line ._ [ - ] usually quoted "even tenor of their way." [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see walton, page . [ - ] this was intended to be introduced in the "alliance of education and government."--_mason's edition of gray, vol. iii. p. ._ david garrick. - . corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. _prologue to the gamesters._ their cause i plead,--plead it in heart and mind; a fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.[ - ] _prologue on quitting the stage in ._ prologues like compliments are loss of time; 't is penning bows and making legs in rhyme. _prologue to crisp's tragedy of virginia._ let others hail the rising sun: i bow to that whose course is run.[ - ] _on the death of mr. pelham._ this scholar, rake, christian, dupe, gamester, and poet. _jupiter and mercury._ hearts of oak are our ships, hearts of oak are our men.[ - ] _hearts of oak._ here lies james quinn. deign, reader, to be taught, whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought, in nature's happiest mould however cast, to this complexion thou must come at last. _epitaph on quinn. murphy's life of garrick, vol. ii. p. ._ are these the choice dishes the doctor has sent us? is this the great poet whose works so content us? this goldsmith's fine feast, who has written fine books? heaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends cooks?[ - ] _epigram on goldsmith's retaliation. vol. ii. p. ._ here lies nolly goldsmith, for shortness called noll, who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor poll. _impromptu epitaph on goldsmith._ footnotes: [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] pompey bade sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.--plutarch: _life of pompey._ [ - ] our ships were british oak, and hearts of oak our men. s. j. arnold: _death of nelson._ [ - ] see tusser, page . william b. rhodes. _circa_ . who dares this pair of boots displace, must meet bombastes face to face.[ - ] _bombastes furioso. act i. sc. ._ _bom._ so have i heard on afric's burning shore a hungry lion give a grievous roar; the grievous roar echoed along the shore. _artax._ so have i heard on afric's burning shore another lion give a grievous roar; and the first lion thought the last a bore. _bombastes furioso. act i. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] let none but he these arms displace, who dares orlando's fury face. cervantes: _don quixote, part ii. chap. lxvi._ ray: _proverbs._ thomas: _english prose romance, page ._ mrs. greville.[ - ] _circa_ . nor peace nor ease the heart can know which, like the needle true, turns at the touch of joy or woe, but turning, trembles too. _a prayer for indifference._ footnotes: [ - ] the pretty fanny macartney.--walpole: _memoirs._ horace walpole. - . harry vane, pulteney's toad-eater, _letter to sir horace mann, ._ the world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel. _letter to sir horace mann, ._ a careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch.[ - ] _letter to sir horace mann, ._ the whole [scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it.[ - ] _letter to sir horace mann, ._ footnotes: [ - ] a little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men. anonymous. [ - ] it requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a scotch understanding.--sydney smith: _lady holland's memoir, vol i. p. ._ william collins. - . in numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong. _ode to simplicity._ well may your hearts believe the truths i tell: 't is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.[ - ] _oriental eclogues. , line ._ how sleep the brave who sink to rest by all their country's wishes bless'd! _ode written in the year ._ by fairy hands their knell is rung;[ - ] by forms unseen their dirge is sung; there honour comes, a pilgrim gray, to bless the turf that wraps their clay; and freedom shall awhile repair, to dwell a weeping hermit there! _ode written in the year ._ when music, heavenly maid, was young, while yet in early greece she sung. _the passions. line ._ fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired. _the passions. line ._ 't was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild. _the passions. line ._ in notes by distance made more sweet.[ - ] _the passions. line ._ in hollow murmurs died away. _the passions. line ._ o music! sphere-descended maid, friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid! _the passions. line ._ in yonder grave a druid lies. _death of thomson._ too nicely jonson knew the critic's part; nature in him was almost lost in art. _to sir thomas hammer on his edition of shakespeare._ each lonely scene shall thee restore; for thee the tear be duly shed, belov'd till life can charm no more, and mourn'd till pity's self be dead. _dirge in cymbeline._ footnotes: [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] _var._ by hands unseen the knell is rung; by fairy forms their dirge is sung. [ - ] sweetest melodies are those that are by distance made more sweet. wordsworth: _personal talk, stanza ._ james merrick. - . not what we wish, but what we want, oh, let thy grace supply![ - ] _hymn._ oft has it been my lot to mark a proud, conceited, talking spark. _the chameleon._ footnotes: [ - ] mê moi genoith' a boulom' all' a sympherei (let not that happen which i wish, but that which is right).--menander: _fragment._ samuel foote. - . he made him a hut, wherein he did put the carcass of robinson crusoe. o poor robinson crusoe! _the mayor of garratt. act i. sc. ._ born in a cellar, and living in a garret.[ - ] _the author. act ii._ footnotes: [ - ] see congreve, page . born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.--byron: _a sketch._ james fordyce. - . henceforth the majesty of god revere; fear him, and you have nothing else to fear.[ - ] _answer to a gentleman who apologized to the author for swearing._ footnotes: [ - ] je crains dieu, cher abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte (i fear god, dear abner, and i have no other fear).--racine: _athalie, act i. sc. _ ( - ). from piety, whose soul sincere fears god, and knows no other fear. w. smyth: _ode for the installation of the duke of gloucester as chancellor of cambridge._ mark akenside. - . such and so various are the tastes of men. _pleasures of the imagination. book iii. line ._ than timoleon's arms require, and tully's curule chair, and milton's golden lyre. _ode. on a sermon against glory. stanza ii._ the man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise. _epistle to curio._ seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys. _the virtuoso. stanza x._ tobias smollett. - . thy spirit, independence, let me share; lord of the lion heart and eagle eye, thy steps i follow with my bosom bare, nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. _ode to independence._ thy fatal shafts unerring move, i bow before thine altar, love! _roderick random. chap. xl._ facts are stubborn things.[ - ] _translation of gil blas. book x. chap. ._ footnotes: [ - ] facts are stubborn things.--elliot: _essay on field husbandry, p. _ ( ). sir william blackstone. - . the royal navy of england hath ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength,--the floating bulwark of our island. _commentaries. vol. i. book i. chap. xiii. § ._ time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary. _commentaries. vol. i. book i. chap. xviii. § ._ john home. - . in the first days of my distracting grief, i found myself as women wish to be who love their lords. _douglas. act i. sc. ._ i 'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides. _douglas. act i. sc. ._ my name is norval; on the grampian hills my father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, whose constant cares were to increase his store, and keep his only son, myself, at home. _douglas. act ii. sc. ._ a rude and boisterous captain of the sea. _douglas. act iv. sc. ._ like douglas conquer, or like douglas die. _douglas. act v. sc. ._ william mason. - . the fattest hog in epicurus' sty.[ - ] _heroic epistle._ footnotes: [ - ] me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises, . . . epicuri de grege porcum (you may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide,-- . . . a hog from epicurus' herd).--horace: _epistolæ, lib. i. iv. , ._ richard gifford. - . verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; she feels no biting pang the while she sings; nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around,[ - ] revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.[ - ] _contemplation._ footnotes: [ - ] thus altered by johnson,-- all at her work the village maiden sings, nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around. [ - ] see sterne, page . arthur murphy. - . thus far we run before the wind. _the apprentice. act v. sc. ._ above the vulgar flight of common souls. _zenobia. act v._ picked up his crumbs. _the upholsterer. act i._ jane elliott. - . the flowers of the forest are a' wide awae.[ - ] _the flowers of the forest._ footnotes: [ - ] this line appears in the "flowers of the forest," part second, a later poem by mrs. cockburn. see dyce's "specimens of british poetesses," p. . oliver goldsmith. - . remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, or by the lazy scheld or wandering po. _the traveller. line ._ where'er i roam, whatever realms to see, my heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee; still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, and drags at each remove a lengthening chain. _the traveller. line ._ and learn the luxury of doing good.[ - ] _the traveller. line ._ some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. _the traveller. line ._ these little things are great to little man. _the traveller. line ._ creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! _the traveller. line ._ such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,-- his first, best country ever is at home. _the traveller. line ._ where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, and honour sinks where commerce long prevails. _the traveller. line ._ man seems the only growth that dwindles here. _the traveller. line ._ the canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm, the pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.[ - ] _the traveller. line ._ by sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; the sports of children satisfy the child. _the traveller. line ._ but winter lingering chills the lap of may. _the traveller. line ._ cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes. _the traveller. line ._ so the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar but bind him to his native mountains more. _the traveller. line ._ alike all ages. dames of ancient days have led their children through the mirthful maze, and the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. _the traveller. line ._ they please, are pleas'd; they give to get esteem, till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.[ - ] _the traveller. line ._ embosom'd in the deep where holland lies. methinks her patient sons before me stand, where the broad ocean leans against the land. _the traveller. line ._ pride in their port, defiance in their eye, i see the lords of humankind pass by.[ - ] _the traveller. line ._ the land of scholars and the nurse of arms. _the traveller. line ._ for just experience tells, in every soil, that those that think must govern those that toil. _the traveller. line ._ laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. _the traveller. line ._ forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, to traverse climes beyond the western main; where wild oswego spreads her swamps around, and niagara stuns with thundering sound. _the traveller. line ._ vain, very vain, my weary search to find that bliss which only centres in the mind. _the traveller. line ._ luke's iron crown, and damien's bed of steel.[ - ] _the traveller. line ._ sweet auburn! loveliest village of the plain. _the deserted village. line ._ the hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, for talking age and whispering lovers made. _the deserted village. line ._ the bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love. _the deserted village. line ._ ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, where wealth accumulates, and men decay. princes and lords may flourish or may fade,-- a breath can make them, as a breath has made;[ - ] but a bold peasantry, their country's pride, when once destroy'd, can never be supplied. _the deserted village. line ._ his best companions, innocence and health; and his best riches, ignorance of wealth. _the deserted village. line ._ how blest is he who crowns in shades like these a youth of labour with an age of ease! _the deserted village. line ._ while resignation gently slopes away, and all his prospects brightening to the last, his heaven commences ere the world be past. _the deserted village. line ._ the watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, and the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. _the deserted village. line ._ a man he was to all the country dear, and passing rich with forty pounds a year. _the deserted village. line ._ wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won. _the deserted village. line ._ careless their merits or their faults to scan, his pity gave ere charity began. thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, and even his failings lean'd to virtue's side. _the deserted village. line ._ and as a bird each fond endearment tries to tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, he tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way. _the deserted village. line ._ truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, and fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.[ - ] _the deserted village. line ._ even children follow'd with endearing wile, and pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. _the deserted village. line ._ as some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,-- though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, eternal sunshine settles on its head. _the deserted village. line ._ well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace the day's disasters in his morning face; full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee at all his jokes, for many a joke had he; full well the busy whisper circling round convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, the love he bore to learning was in fault; the village all declar'd how much he knew, 't was certain he could write and cipher too. _the deserted village. line ._ in arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, for e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; while words of learned length and thundering sound amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; and still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew that one small head could carry all he knew. _the deserted village. line ._ where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, and news much older than their ale went round. _the deserted village. line ._ the whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, the varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; the chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,-- a bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.[ - ] _the deserted village. line ._ the twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.[ - ] _the deserted village. line ._ to me more dear, congenial to my heart, one native charm, than all the gloss of art. _the deserted village. line ._ and e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, the heart distrusting asks if this be joy. _the deserted village. line ._ her modest looks the cottage might adorn, sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. _the deserted village. line ._ through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, where wild altama murmurs to their woe. _the deserted village. line ._ in all the silent manliness of grief. _the deserted village. line ._ o luxury! thou curst by heaven's decree! _the deserted village. line ._ thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, that found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. _the deserted village. line ._ such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; it 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.[ - ] _the haunch of venison._ as aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.[ - ] _the captivity. act i._ to the last moment of his breath, on hope the wretch relies; and even the pang preceding death bids expectation rise.[ - ] _the captivity. act ii._ hope, like the gleaming taper's light, adorns and cheers our way;[ - ] and still, as darker grows the night, emits a brighter ray. _the captivity. act ii._ our garrick 's a salad; for in him we see oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree! _retaliation. line ._ who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: if he had any faults, he has left us in doubt. _retaliation. line ._ who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, and to party gave up what was meant for mankind; though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat to persuade tommy townshend to lend him a vote. who too deep for his hearers still went on refining, and thought of convincing while they thought of dining: though equal to all things, for all things unfit; too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit. _retaliation. line ._ his conduct still right, with his argument wrong. _retaliation. line ._ a flattering painter, who made it his care to draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. _retaliation. line ._ here lies david garrick, describe me who can, an abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. _retaliation. line ._ as a wit, if not first, in the very first line. _retaliation. line ._ on the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 't was only that when he was off he was acting. _retaliation. line ._ he cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, for he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. _retaliation. line ._ who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. _retaliation. line ._ when they talk'd of their raphaels, correggios, and stuff, he shifted his trumpet and only took snuff. _retaliation. line ._ the best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd muse.[ - ] _postscript._ good people all, with one accord, lament for madam blaize, who never wanted a good word from those who spoke her praise. _elegy on mrs. mary blaize._[ - ] the king himself has followed her when she has walk'd before. _elegy on mrs. mary blaize._ a kind and gentle heart he had, to comfort friends and foes; the naked every day he clad when he put on his clothes. _elegy on the death of a mad dog._ and in that town a dog was found, as many dogs there be, both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, and curs of low degree. _elegy on the death of a mad dog._ the dog, to gain his private ends, went mad, and bit the man. _elegy on the death of a mad dog._ the man recovered of the bite, the dog it was that died.[ - ] _elegy on the death of a mad dog._ a night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,-- a cap by night, a stocking all the day.[ - ] _description of an author's bed-chamber._ this same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.[ - ] _the good-natured man. act i._ all his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them. _the good-natured man. act i._ silence gives consent.[ - ] _the good-natured man. act ii._ measures, not men, have always been my mark.[ - ] _the good-natured man. act ii._ i love everything that 's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.[ - ] _she stoops to conquer. act i._ the very pink of perfection. _she stoops to conquer. act i._ the genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly. _she stoops to conquer. act i._ i 'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. _she stoops to conquer. act i._ ask me no questions, and i 'll tell you no fibs. _she stoops to conquer. act iii._ we sometimes had those little rubs which providence sends to enhance the value of its favours. _vicar of wakefield. chap. i._ handsome is that handsome does.[ - ] _vicar of wakefield. chap. i._ the premises being thus settled, i proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable. _vicar of wakefield. chap. vii._ i find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect too. _vicar of wakefield. chap. vii._ turn, gentle hermit of the dale, and guide my lonely way to where yon taper cheers the vale with hospitable ray. _the hermit. chap. viii. stanza ._ taught by that power that pities me, i learn to pity them.[ - ] _the hermit. chap. viii. stanza ._ man wants but little here below, nor wants that little long.[ - ] _the hermit. chap. viii. stanza ._ and what is friendship but a name, a charm that lulls to sleep, a shade that follows wealth or fame, and leaves the wretch to weep? _the hermit. chap. viii. stanza ._ the sigh that rends thy constant heart shall break thy edwin's too. _the hermit. chap. viii. stanza ._ by the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat. _the hermit. chap. ix._ they would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, shakespeare, and the musical glasses. _the hermit. chap. ix._ it has been a thousand times observed, and i must observe it once more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.[ - ] _the hermit. chap. x._ to what happy accident[ - ] is it that we owe so unexpected a visit? _the hermit. chap. xix._ when lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy? what art can wash her guilt away? _the hermit. on woman. chap. xxiv._ the only art her guilt to cover, to hide her shame from every eye, to give repentance to her lover, and wring his bosom, is--to die. _the hermit. on woman. chap. xxiv._ to what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives. _the hermit. on woman. chap. xxi._ for he who fights and runs away may live to fight another day; but he who is in battle slain can never rise and fight again.[ - ] _the art of poetry on a new plan_ ( ). _vol. ii. p. ._ one writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title-page, another works away the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index.[ - ] _the bee. no. , oct. , ._ the true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.[ - ] _the bee. no. iii. oct. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see garth, page . crabbe: _tales of the hall, book iii._ graves: _the epicure._ [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] the character of the french. [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] when davies asked for an explanation of "luke's iron crown," goldsmith referred him to a book called "géographie curieuse," and added that by "damien's bed of steel" he meant the rack.--granger: _letters_, ( ), _p. ._ [ - ] see pope, page . c'est un verre qui luit, qu'un souffle peut détruire, et qu'un souffle a produit (it is a shining glass, which a breath may destroy, and which a breath has produced).--de caux (comparing the world to his hour-glass). [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] a cap by night, a stocking all the day--goldsmith: _a description of an author's bed-chamber._ [ - ] the twelve good rules were ascribed to king charles i.: . urge no healths. . profane no divine ordinances. . touch no state matters. . reveal no secrets. . pick no quarrels. . make no comparisons. . maintain no ill opinions. . keep no bad company. . encourage no vice. . make no long meals. . repeat no grievances. . lay no wagers. [ - ] see tom brown, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] the wretch condemn'd with life to part still, still on hope relies; and every pang that rends the heart bid expectation rise. _original ms._ [ - ] hope, like the taper's gleamy light, adorns the wretch's way. _original ms._ [ - ] see rochester, page . [ - ] written in imitation of "chanson sur le fameux la palisse," which is attributed to bernard de la monnoye:-- on dit que dans ses amours il fut caressé des belles, qui le suivirent toujours, tant qu'il marcha devant elles (they say that in his love affairs he was petted by beauties, who always followed him as long as he walked before them). [ - ] while fell was reposing himself in the hay, a reptile concealed bit his leg as he lay; but, all venom himself, of the wound he made light, and got well, while the scorpion died of the bite. lessing: _paraphrase of a greek epigram by demodocus._ [ - ] see page . [ - ] philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils, but present evils triumph over it.--rochefoucauld: _maxim ._ [ - ] ray: _proverbs._ fuller: _wise sentences._ auto de to sigan omologountos esti sou.--euripides: _iph. aul., ._ [ - ] measures, not men.--chesterfield: _letter, mar. , ._ not men, but measures.--burke: _present discontents._ [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see young, page . [ - ] an object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.--pliny the younger: _letters, book ii. letter xv. ._ [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] see butler, pages , . [ - ] there are two things which i am confident i can do very well: one is an introduction to any literary work, stating what it is to contain, and how it should be executed in the most perfect manner. boswell: _life of johnson, an. ._ [ - ] see young, page . thomas warton. - . all human race, from china to peru,[ - ] pleasure, howe'er disguis'd by art, pursue. _universal love of pleasure._ nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers. _written on a blank leaf of dugdale's monasticon._ footnotes: [ - ] see johnson, page . thomas percy. - . every white will have its blacke, and every sweet its soure. _reliques of ancient poetry. sir cauline._ late, late yestreen i saw the new moone, wi' the auld moon in hir arme.[ - ] _sir patrick spens._ he that had neyther been kith nor kin might have seen a full fayre sight. _guy of gisborne._ have you not heard these many years ago jeptha was judge of israel? he had one only daughter and no mo, the which he loved passing well; and as by lott, god wot, it so came to pass, as god's will was.[ - ] _jepthah, judge of israel._ a robyn, jolly robyn, tell me how thy leman does.[ - ] _a robyn, jolly robyn._ where gripinge grefes the hart wounde, and dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse, there music with her silver sound[ - ] with spede is wont to send redresse. _a song to the lute in musicke._ the blinded boy that shootes so trim, from heaven downe did hie.[ - ] _king cophetua and the beggar-maid._ "what is thy name, faire maid?" quoth he. "penelophon, o king!" quoth she.[ - ] _king cophetua and the beggar-maid._ and how should i know your true love from many another one? oh, by his cockle hat and staff, and by his sandal shoone. _the friar of orders gray._ o lady, he is dead and gone! lady, he 's dead and gone! and at his head a green grass turfe, and at his heels a stone.[ - ] _the friar of orders gray._ sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more! men were deceivers ever; one foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never.[ - ] _the friar of orders gray._ weep no more, lady, weep no more, thy sorrowe is in vaine; for violets pluckt, the sweetest showers will ne'er make grow againe.[ - ] _the friar of orders gray._ he that would not when he might, he shall not when he wolda.[ - ] _the friar of orders gray._ we 'll shine in more substantial honours, and to be noble we 'll be good.[ - ] _winifreda_ ( ). and when with envy time, transported, shall think to rob us of our joys, you 'll in your girls again be courted, and i 'll go wooing in my boys. _winifreda_ ( ). king stephen was a worthy peere, his breeches cost him but a croune; he held them sixpence all too deere, therefore he call'd the taylor loune. he was a wight of high renowne, and those but of a low degree; itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune, then take thine old cloake about thee.[ - ] _take thy old cloak about thee._ a poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree; oh willow, willow, willow! with his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, oh willow, willow, willow![ - ] _willow, willow, willow._ when arthur first in court began, and was approved king.[ - ] _sir launcelot du lake._ shall i bid her goe? what if i doe? shall i bid her goe and spare not? oh no, no, no! i dare not.[ - ] _corydon's farewell to phillis._ but in vayne shee did conjure him to depart her presence soe; having a thousand tongues to allure him, and but one to bid him goe. _dulcina._ footnotes: [ - ] i saw the new moon late yestreen, wi' the auld moon in her arm. _from minstrelsy of the scottish border._ [ - ] "as by lot, god wot;" and then you know, "it came to pass, as most like it was."--shakespeare: _hamlet, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] hey, robin, jolly robin, tell me how thy lady does. shakespeare: _twelfth night, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] when griping grief heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind oppress, then music with her silver sound. shakespeare: _romeo and juliet, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] young adam cupid, he that shot so trim, when king cophetua loved the beggar-maid! shakespeare: _romeo and juliet, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] shakespeare, who alludes to this ballad in "love's labour's lost," act iv. sc. , gives the beggar's name zenelophon. the story of the king and the beggar is also alluded to in "king richard ii.," act v. sc. . [ - ] quoted in "hamlet," act iv. sc. . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see john fletcher, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . he that will not when he may, when he would, he should have nay. cervantes: _don quixote, part i. book iii. chap. iv._ [ - ] see chapman, page . nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus (nobility is the one only virtue).--juvenal: _satire viii. line ._ [ - ] the first stanza is quoted in full, and the last line of the second, by shakespeare in "othello," act ii. sc. . [ - ] the poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, sing all a green willow; her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, sing willow, willow, willow. _othello, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] quoted by shakespeare in second part of "henry iv.," act ii. sc. . [ - ] quoted by shakespeare in "twelfth night," act ii. sc. . edmund burke. - . the writers against religion, whilst they oppose every system, are wisely careful never to set up any of their own. _a vindication of natural society._[ - ] _preface, vol. i. p. ._ "war," says machiavel, "ought to be the only study of a prince;" and by a prince he means every sort of state, however constituted. "he ought," says this great political doctor, "to consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes ability to execute military plans." a meditation on the conduct of political societies made old hobbes imagine that war was the state of nature. _a vindication of natural society. vol. i. p. ._ i am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others.[ - ] _on the sublime and beautiful. sect. xiv. vol. . p. ._ custom reconciles us to everything. _on the sublime and beautiful. sect. xviii. vol. i. p. ._ there is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue. _observations on a late publication on the present state of the nation. vol. i. p. ._ the wisdom of our ancestors.[ - ] _observations on a late publication on the present state of the nation. vol. i. p. . also in the discussion on the traitorous correspondence bill, ._ illustrious predecessor.[ - ] _thoughts on the cause of the present discontents. vol. i. p. ._ in such a strait the wisest may well be perplexed and the boldest staggered. _thoughts on the cause of the present discontents. vol. i. p. ._ when bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle. _thoughts on the cause of the present discontents. vol. i. p. ._ of this stamp is the cant of, not men, but measures.[ - ] _thoughts on the cause of the present discontents. vol. i. p. ._ the concessions of the weak are the concessions of fear. _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ there is america, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world. _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ fiction lags after truth, invention is unfruitful, and imagination cold and barren. _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ a people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood. _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ a wise and salutary neglect. _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ my vigour relents,--i pardon something to the spirit of liberty. _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ the religion most prevalent in our northern colonies is a refinement on the principles of resistance: it is the dissidence of dissent, and the protestantism of the protestant religion. _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ i do not know the method of drawing up an indictment against a whole people. _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ the march of the human mind is slow.[ - ] _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ all government,--indeed, every human benefit and enjoyment, every virtue and every prudent act,--is founded on compromise and barter. _speech on the conciliation of america. vol. ii. p. ._ the worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his desires were as warm and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue. _speech at bristol on declining the poll. vol. ii. p. ._ they made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy, called the rights of man. _on the army estimates. vol iii. p. ._ people will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ you had that action and counteraction which, in the natural and in the political world, from the reciprocal struggle of discordant powers draws out the harmony of the universe.[ - ] _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ it is now sixteen or seventeen years since i saw the queen of france, then the dauphiness, at versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. i saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in,--glittering like the morning star full of life and splendour and joy. . . . little did i dream that i should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men,--in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. i thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. but the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ the unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ that chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ vice itself lost half its evil by losing all its grossness. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are rebels from principle. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ learning will be cast into the mire and trodden down under the hoofs of a swinish multitude.[ - ] _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ because half-a-dozen grasshoppers under a fern make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the british oak, chew the cud and are silent, pray do not imagine that those who make the noise are the only inhabitants of the field; that of course they are many in number; or that, after all, they are other than the little shrivelled, meagre, hopping, though loud and troublesome insects of the hour. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ in their nomination to office they will not appoint to the exercise of authority as to a pitiful job, but as to a holy function. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ the men of england,--the men, i mean, of light and leading in england. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ he that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. our antagonist is our helper. _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ to execute laws is a royal office; to execute orders is not to be a king. however, a political executive magistracy, though merely such, is a great trust.[ - ] _reflections on the revolution in france. vol. iii. p. ._ you can never plan the future by the past.[ - ] _letter to a member of the national assembly. vol. iv. p. ._ the cold neutrality of an impartial judge. _preface to brissot's address. vol. v. p. ._ and having looked to government for bread, on the very first scarcity they will turn and bite the hand that fed them.[ - ] _thoughts and details on scarcity. vol. v. p. ._ all men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities. _letter i. on a regicide peace. vol. v. p. ._ all those instances to be found in history, whether real or fabulous, of a doubtful public spirit, at which morality is perplexed, reason is staggered, and from which affrighted nature recoils, are their chosen and almost sole examples for the instruction of their youth. _letter i. on a regicide peace. vol. v. p. ._ example is the school of mankind, and they will learn at no other. _letter i. on a regicide peace. vol. v. p. ._ early and provident fear is the mother of safety. _speech on the petition of the unitarians. vol. vii. p. ._ there never was a bad man that had ability for good service. _speech in opening the impeachment of warren hastings. third day. vol. x. p. ._ the people never give up their liberties but under some delusion. _speech at county meeting of bucks, ._ i would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard than in the tomb of the capulets.[ - ] _letter to matthew smith._ it has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.[ - ] _prior's life of burke._[ - ] he was not merely a chip of the old block, but the old block itself.[ - ] _on pitt's first speech, feb. , . from wraxall's memoirs, first series, vol. i. p. ._ footnotes: [ - ] boston edition. - . [ - ] in the adversity of our best friends we always find something which is not wholly displeasing to us.--rochefoucauld: _reflections, xv._ [ - ] lord brougham says of bacon, "he it was who first employed the well-known phrase of 'the wisdom of our ancestors.'" sydney smith: _plymley's letters, letter v._ lord eldon: _on sir samuel romilly's bill, ._ cicero: _de legibus, ii. , ._ [ - ] see fielding, page . [ - ] see goldsmith, page . [ - ] the march of intellect.--southey: _progress and prospects of society, vol. ii. p. ._ [ - ] quid velit et possit rerum concordia discors (what the discordant harmony of circumstances would and could effect).--horace: _epistle i. , ._ mr. breen, in his "modern english literature," says: "this remarkable thought alison the historian has turned to good account; it occurs so often in his disquisitions that he seems to have made it the staple of all wisdom and the basis of every truth." [ - ] this expression was tortured to mean that he actually thought the people no better than swine; and the phrase "the swinish multitude" was bruited about in every form of speech and writing, in order to excite popular indignation. [ - ] see appendix, page . [ - ] i know no way of judging of the future but by the past.--patrick henry: _speech in the virginia convention, march, ._ [ - ] we set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds us.--_cause of the present discontents, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] family vault of "all the capulets."--_reflections on the revolution in france, vol. iii. p. ._ [ - ] when croft's "life of dr. young" was spoken of as a good imitation of dr. johnson's style, "no, no," said he, "it is not a good imitation of johnson; it has all his pomp without his force; it has all the nodosities of the oak, without its strength; it has all the contortions of the sibyl, without the inspiration."--prior: _life of burke._ the gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy madness of poetry without the inspiration.--junius: _letter no. viii. to sir w. draper._ [ - ] at the conclusion of one of mr. burke's eloquent harangues, mr. cruger, finding nothing to add, or perhaps as he thought to add with effect, exclaimed earnestly, in the language of the counting-house, "i say ditto to mr. burke! i say ditto to mr. burke!"--prior: _life of burke, p. ._ [ - ] see sir thomas browne, page . charles churchill. - . he mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. _the rosciad. line ._ but, spite of all the criticising elves, those who would make us feel--must feel themselves.[ - ] _the rosciad. line ._ who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, defacing first, then claiming for his own.[ - ] _the apology. line ._ no statesman e'er will find it worth his pains to tax our labours and excise our brains. _night. line ._ apt alliteration 's artful aid. _the prophecy of famine. line ._ there webs were spread of more than common size, and half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starved flies. _the prophecy of famine. line ._ with curious art the brain, too finely wrought, preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. _epistle to william hogarth. line ._ men the most infamous are fond of fame, and those who fear not guilt yet start at shame. _the author. line ._ be england what she will, with all her faults she is my country still.[ - ] _the farewell. line ._ wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.[ - ] _the farewell. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] si vis me flere, dolendum est primum ipsi tibi (if you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief). horace: _ars poetica, v. ._ [ - ] steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,--disguise them to make 'em pass for their own.--sheridan: _the critic, act. i. sc. i._ [ - ] england, with all thy faults i love thee still, my country! cowper: _the task, book ii. the timepiece, line ._ [ - ] far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam.--byron: _the corsair, canto i. stanza ._ william cowper. - . is base in kind, and born to be a slave. _table talk. line ._ as if the world and they were hand and glove. _table talk. line ._ happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose. _table talk. line ._ freedom has a thousand charms to show, that slaves, howe'er contented, never know. _table talk. line ._ manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, the substitute for genius, sense, and wit. _table talk. line ._ ages elapsed ere homer's lamp appear'd, and ages ere the mantuan swan was heard: to carry nature lengths unknown before, to give a milton birth, ask'd ages more. _table talk. line ._ elegant as simplicity, and warm as ecstasy. _table talk. line ._ low ambition and the thirst of praise.[ - ] _table talk. line ._ made poetry a mere mechanic art. _table talk. line ._ nature, exerting an unwearied power, forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower; spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads the dancing naiads through the dewy meads. _table talk. line ._ lights of the world, and stars of human race. _the progress of error. line ._ how much a dunce that has been sent to roam excels a dunce that has been kept at home! _the progress of error. line ._ just knows, and knows no more, her bible true,-- a truth the brilliant frenchman never knew. _truth. line ._ the sounding jargon of the schools.[ - ] _truth. line ._ when one that holds communion with the skies has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, and once more mingles with us meaner things, 't is e'en as if an angel shook his wings. _charity. line ._ a fool must now and then be right by chance. _conversation. line ._ he would not, with a peremptory tone, assert the nose upon his face his own. _conversation. line ._ a moral, sensible, and well-bred man will not affront me,--and no other can. _conversation. line ._ pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, unfriendly to society's chief joys: thy worst effect is banishing for hours the sex whose presence civilizes ours. _conversation. line ._ i cannot talk with civet in the room, a fine puss-gentleman that 's all perfume. _conversation. line ._ the solemn fop; significant and budge; a fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.[ - ] _conversation. line ._ his wit invites you by his looks to come, but when you knock, it never is at home.[ - ] _conversation. line ._ our wasted oil unprofitably burns, like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.[ - ] _conversation. line ._ that good diffused may more abundant grow. _conversation. line ._ a business with an income at its heels furnishes always oil for its own wheels. _retirement. line ._ absence of occupation is not rest, a mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd. _retirement. line ._ an idler is a watch that wants both hands, as useless if it goes as if it stands. _retirement. line ._ built god a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn. _retirement. line ._ philologists, who chase a panting syllable through time and space, start it at home, and hunt it in the dark to gaul, to greece, and into noah's ark. _retirement. line ._ i praise the frenchman,[ - ] his remark was shrewd,-- how sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! but grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom i may whisper, solitude is sweet. _retirement. line ._ a kick that scarce would move a horse may kill a sound divine. _the yearly distress._ i am monarch of all i survey, my right there is none to dispute. _verses supposed to be written by alexander selkirk._ o solitude! where are the charms that sages have seen in thy face? _verses supposed to be written by alexander selkirk._ but the sound of the church-going bell these valleys and rocks never heard; ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell, or smiled when a sabbath appear'd. _verses supposed to be written by alexander selkirk._ how fleet is a glance of the mind! compared with the speed of its flight the tempest itself lags behind, and the swift-winged, arrows of light. _verses supposed to be written by alexander selkirk._ there goes the parson, o illustrious spark! and there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk. _on observing some names of little note._ but oars alone can ne'er prevail to reach the distant coast; the breath of heaven must swell the sail, or all the toil is lost. _human frailty._ and the tear that is wiped with a little address, may be follow'd perhaps by a smile. _the rose._ 't is providence alone secures in every change both mine and yours. _a fable. moral._ i shall not ask jean jacques rousseau if birds confabulate or no. _pairing time anticipated._ misses! the tale that i relate this lesson seems to carry,-- choose not alone a proper mate, but proper time to marry. _pairing time anticipated._ that though on pleasure she was bent, she had a frugal mind. _history of john gilpin._ a hat not much the worse for wear. _history of john gilpin._ now let us sing, long live the king! and gilpin, long live he! and when he next doth ride abroad, may i be there to see! _history of john gilpin._ the path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. _to an afflicted protestant lady._ united yet divided, twain at once: so sit two kings of brentford on one throne.[ - ] _the task. book i. the sofa. line ._ nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, exhilarate the spirit, and restore the tone of languid nature. _the task. book i. the sofa. line ._ the earth was made so various, that the mind of desultory man, studious of change and pleased with novelty, might be indulged. _the task. book i. the sofa. line ._ doing good, disinterested good, is not our trade. _the task. book i. the sofa. line ._ god made the country, and man made the town.[ - ] _the task. book i. the sofa. line ._ oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,[ - ] some boundless contiguity of shade, where rumour of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful or successful war, might never reach me more. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ mountains interposed make enemies of nations who had else, like kindred drops, been mingled into one. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ i would not have a slave to till my ground, to carry me, to fan me while i sleep and tremble when i wake, for all the wealth that sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ slaves cannot breathe in england; if their lungs receive our air, that moment they are free! they touch our country, and their shackles fall.[ - ] _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ fast-anchor'd isle. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ england, with all thy faults i love thee still, my country![ - ] _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ presume to lay their hand upon the ark of her magnificent and awful cause. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ praise enough to fill the ambition of a private man, that chatham's language was his mother tongue. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ there is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know.[ - ] _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ transforms old print to zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes of gallery critics by a thousand arts. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ reading what they never wrote, just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, and with a well-bred whisper close the scene. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ whoe'er was edified, themselves were not. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ variety 's the very spice of life.[ - ] _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ she that asks her dear five hundred friends. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ his head, not yet by time completely silver'd o'er, bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, but strong for service still, and unimpair'd. _the task. book ii. the timepiece. line ._ domestic happiness, thou only bliss of paradise that has survived the fall! _the task. book iii. the garden. line ._ great contest follows, and much learned dust. _the task. book iii. the garden. line ._ from reveries so airy, from the toil of dropping buckets into empty wells, and growing old in drawing nothing up.[ - ] _the task. book iii. the garden. line ._ how various his employments whom the world calls idle, and who justly in return esteems that busy world an idler too! _the task. book iii. the garden. line ._ who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too. _the task. book iii. the garden. line ._ i burn to set the imprison'd wranglers free, and give them voice and utterance once again. now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, and while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn throws up a steamy column, and the cups that cheer but not inebriate[ - ] wait on each, so let us welcome peaceful evening in. _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ which not even critics criticise. _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ what is it but a map of busy life, its fluctuations, and its vast concerns? _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ and katerfelto, with his hair on end at his own wonders, wondering for his bread. 't is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, to peep at such a world,--to see the stir of the great babel, and not feel the crowd. _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ while fancy, like the finger of a clock, runs the great circuit, and is still at home. _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ o winter, ruler of the inverted year![ - ] _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ with spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves. _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ in indolent vacuity of thought. _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ it seems the part of wisdom. _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ all learned, and all drunk! _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ gloriously drunk, obey the important call. _the task. book iv. the winter evening, line ._ those golden times and those arcadian scenes that maro sings, and sidney, warbler of poetic prose. _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ the frenchman's darling.[ - ] _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ some must be great. great offices will have great talents. and god gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordain'd to fill. _the task. book iv. the winter evening. line ._ silently as a dream the fabric rose, no sound of hammer or of saw was there.[ - ] _the task. book v. the winter morning walk. line ._ but war 's a game which were their subjects wise kings would not play at. _the task. book v. the winter morning walk. line ._ the beggarly last doit. _the task. book v. the winter morning walk. line ._ as dreadful as the manichean god, adored through fear, strong only to destroy. _the task. book v. the winter morning walk. line ._ he is the freeman whom the truth makes free. _the task. book v. the winter morning walk. line ._ with filial confidence inspired, can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, and smiling say, my father made them all! _the task. book v. the winter morning walk. line ._ give what thou canst, without thee we are poor; and with thee rich, take what thou wilt away. _the task. book v. the winter morning walk. line ._ there is in souls a sympathy with sounds; and as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased. with melting airs or martial, brisk or grave; some chord in unison with what we hear is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. how soft the music of those village bells falling at intervals upon the ear in cadence sweet! _the task. book vi. winter walk at noon. line ._ here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head, and learning wiser grow without his books. _the task. book vi. winter walk at noon. line ._ knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much; wisdom is humble that he knows no more. books are not seldom talismans and spells. _the task. book vi. winter walk at noon. line ._ some to the fascination of a name surrender judgment hoodwink'd. _the task. book vi. winter walk at noon. line ._ i would not enter on my list of friends (though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, yet wanting sensibility) the man who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. _the task. book vi. winter walk at noon. line ._ an honest man, close-button'd to the chin, broadcloth without, and a warm heart within. _epistle to joseph hill._ shine by the side of every path we tread with such a lustre, he that runs may read.[ - ] _tirocinium. line ._ what peaceful hours i once enjoy'd! how sweet their memory still! but they have left an aching void the world can never fill. _walking with god._ and satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon his knees. _exhortation to prayer._ god moves in a mysterious way his wonders to perform; he plants his footsteps in the sea and rides upon the storm. _light shining out of darkness._ behind a frowning providence he hides a shining face. _light shining out of darkness._ beware of desperate steps! the darkest day, live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away. _the needless alarm. moral._ oh that those lips had language! life has pass'd with me but roughly since i heard thee last. _on the receipt of my mother's picture._ the son of parents pass'd into the skies. _on the receipt of my mother's picture._ the man that hails you tom or jack, and proves, by thumping on your back,[ - ] his sense of your great merit,[ - ] is such a friend that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it. _on friendship._ a worm is in the bud of youth, and at the root of age. _stanzas subjoined to a bill of mortality._ toll for the brave!-- the brave that are no more! all sunk beneath the wave, fast by their native shore! _on the loss of the royal george._ there is a bird who by his coat, and by the hoarseness of his note, might be supposed a crow. _the jackdaw._ (translation from vincent bourne.) he sees that this great roundabout the world, with all its motley rout, church, army, physic, law, its customs and its businesses, is no concern at all of his, and says--what says he?--caw. _the jackdaw._ (translation from vincent bourne.) for 't is a truth well known to most, that whatsoever thing is lost, we seek it, ere it come to light, in every cranny but the right. _the retired cat._ he that holds fast the golden mean,[ - ] and lives contentedly between the little and the great, feels not the wants that pinch the poor, nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door. _translation of horace. book ii. ode x._ but strive still to be a man before your mother.[ - ] _connoisseur. motto of no. iii._ footnotes: [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see prior, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see butler, page . the story of a lamp which was supposed to have burned about fifteen hundred years in the sepulchre of tullia, the daughter of cicero, is told by pancirollus and others. [ - ] la bruyère. [ - ] buckingham: _the rehearsal_ (the two kings of brentford). [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] oh that i had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men!--_jeremiah ix. ._ oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!--byron: _childe harold, canto iv. stanza ._ [ - ] servi peregrini, ut primum galliæ fines penetraverint eodem momento liberi sunt (foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of gaul, that moment they are free).--bodinus: _liber i. c. ._ lord campbell ("lives of the chief justices," vol. ii. p. ) says that "lord mansfield first established the grand doctrine that the air of england is too pure to be breathed by a slave." the words attributed to lord mansfield, however, are not found in his judgment. they are in hargrave's argument, may , , where he speaks of england as "a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to breathe in."--lofft: _reports, p. ._ [ - ] see churchill, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] no pleasure endures unseasoned by variety--pub. syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] he has spent all his life in letting down buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again.--_lady holland's memoir of sydney smith, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] see bishop berkeley, page . [ - ] see thomson, page . [ - ] it was cowper who gave this now common name to the mignonette. [ - ] no hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. heber: _palestine._ so that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any tool of iron heard in the house while it was in building.--_ kings vi. ._ [ - ] write the vision, and make it plain, upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.--_habakkuk ii. ._ he that runs may read.--tennyson: _the flower._ [ - ] see young, page . [ - ] _var._ how he esteems your merit. [ - ] keep the golden mean.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . erasmus darwin. - . soon shall thy arm, unconquer'd steam! afar drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car; or on wide-waving wings expanded bear the flying chariot through the field of air. _the botanic garden. part i. canto i. line ._ no radiant pearl which crested fortune wears, no gem that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears, not the bright stars which night's blue arch adorn, nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, shine with such lustre as the tear that flows down virtue's manly cheek for others' woes. _the botanic garden. part ii. canto iii. line ._ beilby porteus. - . in sober state, through the sequestered vale of rural life, the venerable patriarch guileless held the tenor of his way.[ - ] _death. line ._ one murder made a villain, millions a hero. princes were privileged to kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.[ - ] _death. line ._ war its thousands slays, peace its ten thousands. _death. line ._ teach him how to live, and, oh still harder lesson! how to die.[ - ] _death. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] see gray, page . [ - ] see young, page . [ - ] see tickell, page . george washington. - . labour to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire,--conscience. _rule from the copy-book of washington when a schoolboy._ to be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of preserving peace.[ - ] _speech to both houses of congress, jan. , ._ 't is our true policy to steer clear of permanent alliances with any portion of the foreign world. _his farewell address._ footnotes: [ - ] qui desiderat pacem præparet bellum (who would desire peace should be prepared for war).--vegetius: _rei militari , prolog._ in pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello (in peace, as a wise man, he should make suitable preparation for war).--horace: _book ii. satire ii._ lord thurlow. - . the accident of an accident. _speech in reply to the duke of grafton. butler's reminiscences, vol. i. p. ._ when i forget my sovereign, may my god forget me.[ - ] _ parliamentary history, ; annual register, ._ footnotes: [ - ] whereupon wilkes is reported to have said, somewhat coarsely, but not unhappily it must be allowed, "forget you! he'll see you d----d first." burke also exclaimed, "the best thing that could happen to you!"--brougham: _statesman of the time of george iii._ (_thurlow._) john dickinson. - . then join in hand, brave americans all! by uniting we stand, by dividing we fall. _the liberty song_ ( ). our cause is just, our union is perfect. _declaration on taking up arms in ._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] from the original manuscript draft in dickinson's handwriting, which has given rise to the belief that he, not jefferson (as formerly claimed), is the real author of this sentence. w. j. mickle. - . the dews of summer nights did fall, the moon, sweet regent of the sky,[ - ] silvered the walls of cumnor hall and many an oak that grew thereby. _cumnor hall._ for there 's nae luck about the house, there 's nae luck at a'; there 's little pleasure in the house when our gudeman 's awa'. _the mariner's wife._[ - ] his very foot has music in 't as he comes up the stairs. _the mariner's wife._ footnotes: [ - ] jove, thou regent of the skies.--pope: _the odyssey, book ii. line ._ now cynthia, named fair regent of the night.--gay: _trivia, book iii._ and hail their queen, fair regent of the night.--darwin: _the botanic garden, part i. canto ii. line ._ [ - ] "the mariner's wife" is now given "by common consent," says sarah tytler, to jean adam ( - ). john langhorne. - . cold on canadian hills or minden's plain, perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain; bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, the big drops mingling with the milk he drew gave the sad presage of his future years,-- the child of misery, baptized in tears.[ - ] _the country justice. part i._ footnotes: [ - ] this allusion to the dead soldier and his widow on the field of battle was made the subject of a print by bunbury, under which were engraved the pathetic lines of langhorne. sir walter scott has mentioned that the only time he saw burns this picture was in the room. burns shed tears over it; and scott, then a lad of fifteen, was the only person present who could tell him where the lines were to be found.--lockhart: _life of scott, vol. i. chap. iv._ isaac bickerstaff. - . hope! thou nurse of young desire. _love in a village. act i. sc. ._ there was a jolly miller once, lived on the river dee; he worked and sung from morn till night: no lark more blithe than he. _love in a village. act i. sc. ._ and this the burden of his song forever used to be,-- i care for nobody, no, not i, if no one cares for me.[ - ] _love in a village. act i. sc. ._ young fellows will be young fellows. _love in a village. act ii. sc. ._ ay, do despise me! i 'm the prouder for it; i like to be despised. _the hypocrite. act v. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] if naebody care for me, i 'll care for naebody. burns: _i hae a wife o' my ain._ james beattie. - . ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where fame's proud temple shines afar? _the minstrel. book i. stanza ._ zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; patient of toil, serene amidst alarms; inflexible in faith, invincible in arms. _the minstrel. book i. stanza ._ old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. _the minstrel. book i. stanza ._ mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, where a green grassy turf is all i crave, with here and there a violet bestrewn, fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; and many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave! _the minstrel. book ii. stanza ._ at the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, and naught but the nightingale's song in the grove. _the hermit._ he thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. _the hermit._ but when shall spring visit the mouldering urn? oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave? _the hermit._ by the glare of false science betray'd, that leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind. _the hermit._ and beauty immortal awakes from the tomb. _the hermit._ john adams. - . yesterday the greatest question was decided which ever was debated in america; and a greater perhaps never was, nor will be, decided among men. a resolution was passed without one dissenting colony, that those united colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent states. _letter to mrs. adams, july , ._ the second day of july, , will be the most memorable epocha in the history of america. i am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. it ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to god almighty. it ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward for evermore. _letter to mrs. adams, july , ._ patrick henry. - . cæsar had his brutus; charles the first, his cromwell; and george the third ["treason!" cried the speaker]--_may profit by their example_. if _this_ be treason, make the most of it. _speech in the virginia convention, ._ i am not a virginian, but an american.[ - ] _speech in the virginia convention. september, ._ i have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. i know no way of judging of the future but by the past.[ - ] _speech in the virginia convention. march, ._ is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? forbid it, almighty god! i know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death! _speech in the virginia convention. march, ._ footnotes: [ - ] i was born an american; i will live an american; i shall die an american!--webster: _speech, july , ._ [ - ] see burke, page . edward gibbon. - . the reign of antoninus is marked by the rare advantage of furnishing very few materials for history, which is indeed little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind.[ - ] _decline and fall of the roman empire_ ( ). _chap. iii._ revenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive. _decline and fall of the roman empire_ ( ). _chap. xi._ amiable weaknesses of human nature.[ - ] _decline and fall of the roman empire_ ( ). _chap. xiv._ in every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.[ - ] _decline and fall of the roman empire_ ( ). _chap. xlviii._ our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery. _decline and fall of the roman empire_ ( ). _chap. xlix._ the winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.[ - ] _decline and fall of the roman empire_ ( ). _chap. lxviii._ vicissitudes of fortune, which spares neither man nor the proudest of his works, which buries empires and cities in a common grave. _decline and fall of the roman empire_ ( ). _chap. lxxi._ all that is human must retrograde if it do not advance. _decline and fall of the roman empire_ ( ). _chap. lxxi._ i saw and loved.[ - ] _memoirs. vol. i. p. ._ on the approach of spring i withdraw without reluctance from the noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and dissipation without pleasure. _memoirs. vol. i. p. ._ i was never less alone than when by myself.[ - ] _memoirs. vol. i. p. ._ footnotes: [ - ] l'histoire n'est que le tableau des crimes et des malheurs (history is but the record of crimes and misfortunes).--voltaire: _l' ingénu, chap. x._ [ - ] see fielding, page . [ - ] see clarendon, page . [ - ] on dit que dieu est toujours pour les gros bataillons (it is said that god is always on the side of the heaviest battalions).--voltaire: _letter to m. le riche. ._ j'ai toujours vu dieu du coté des gros bataillons (i have always noticed that god is on the side of the heaviest battalions).--_de la ferté to anne of austria._ [ - ] see chapman, page . [ - ] never less alone than when alone.--rogers: _human life._ thomas paine. - . and the final event to himself [mr. burke] has been, that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick. _letter to the addressers._ these are the times that try men's souls. _the american crisis. no. ._ the sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related, that it is difficult to class them separately. one step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.[ - ] _age of reason. part ii. note._ footnotes: [ - ] probably this is the original of napoleon's celebrated _mot_, "du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas" (from the sublime to the ridiculous there is but one step). john wolcot. - . what rage for fame attends both great and small! better be damned than mentioned not at all. _to the royal academicians._ no, let the monarch's bags and others hold the flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.[ - ] _to kien long. ode iv._ care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, and every grin so merry draws one out. _expostulatory odes. ode xv._ a fellow in a market town, most musical, cried razors up and down. _farewell odes. ode iii._ footnotes: [ - ] see jonson, page . mrs. thrale. - . the tree of deepest root is found least willing still to quit the ground: 't was therefore said by ancient sages, that love of life increased with years so much, that in our latter stages, when pain grows sharp and sickness rages, the greatest love of life appears. _three warnings._ charles morris. - . solid men of boston, banish long potations! solid men of boston, make no long orations![ - ] _pitt and dundas's return to london from wimbledon. american song. from lyra urbanica._ o give me the sweet shady side of pall mall! _town and country._ footnotes: [ - ] solid men of boston, make no long orations! solid men of boston, banish strong potations! _billy pitt and the farmer. from debrett's asylum for fugitive pieces, vol. ii. p. ._ a. m. toplady. - . rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee. _salvation through christ._ thomas moss. - . pity the sorrows of a poor old man, whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; oh give relief, and heaven will bless your store. _the beggar._ a pampered menial drove me from the door.[ - ] _the beggar._ footnotes: [ - ] this line stood originally, "a liveried servant," etc., and was altered as above by goldsmith.--forster: _life of goldsmith, vol. i. p. _ (fifth edition, ). mrs. barbauld. - . man is the nobler growth our realms supply, and souls are ripened in our northern sky. _the invitation._ this dead of midnight is the noon of thought, and wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars. _a summer's evening meditation._ it is to hope, though hope were lost.[ - ] _come here, fond youth._ life! we 've been long together through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 't is hard to part when friends are dear,-- perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear; then steal away, give little warning, choose thine own time; say not "good night," but in some brighter clime bid me "good morning." _life._ so fades a summer cloud away; so sinks the gale when storms are o'er; so gently shuts the eye of day;[ - ] so dies a wave along the shore. _the death of the virtuous._ child of mortality, whence comest thou? why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping? _hymns in prose. xiii._ footnotes: [ - ] who against hope believed in hope.--_romans iv. ._ hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.--montgomery: _the world before the flood._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . thomas jefferson. - . the god who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time. _summary view of the rights of british america._ when, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's god[ - ] entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. _declaration of independence._ we hold these truths to be self-evident,--that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights;[ - ] that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. _declaration of independence._ we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honour. _declaration of independence._ error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to combat it. _first inaugural address. march , ._ equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever state or persuasion, religious or political; peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations,--entangling alliances with none; the support of the state governments in all their rights, as the most competent administrations for our domestic concerns, and the surest bulwarks against anti-republican tendencies; the preservation of the general government in its whole constitutional vigour, as the sheet anchor of our peace at home and safety abroad; . . . freedom of religion; freedom of the press; freedom of person under the protection of the habeas corpus; and trial by juries impartially selected,--these principles form the bright constellation which has gone before us, and guided our steps through an age of revolution and reformation. _first inaugural address. march , ._ in the full tide of successful experiment. _first inaugural address. march , ._ of the various executive abilities, no one excited more anxious concern than that of placing the interests of our fellow-citizens in the hands of honest men, with understanding sufficient for their stations.[ - ] no duty is at the same time more difficult to fulfil. the knowledge of character possessed by a single individual is of necessity limited. to seek out the best through the whole union, we must resort to the information which from the best of men, acting disinterestedly and with the purest motives, is sometimes incorrect. _letter to elias shipman and others of new haven, july , ._ if a due participation of office is a matter of right, how are vacancies to be obtained? those by death are few; by resignation, none.[ - ] _letter to elias shipman and others of new haven, july , ._ when a man assumes a public trust, he should consider himself as public property.[ - ] _life of jefferson_ (rayner), _p. ._ indeed, i tremble for my country when i reflect that god is just. _notes on virginia. query xviii. manners._ footnotes: [ - ] see bolingbroke, page . [ - ] all men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, essential, and unalienable rights.--_constitution of massachusetts._ [ - ] this passage is thus paraphrased by john b. mcmaster in his "history of the people of the united states" (ii. ): "one sentence will undoubtedly be remembered till our republic ceases to exist. 'no duty the executive had to perform was so trying,' he observed, 'as to put the right man in the right place.'" [ - ] usually quoted, "few die and none resign." [ - ] see appendix, page . josiah quincy, jr. - . blandishments will not fascinate us, nor will threats of a "halter" intimidate. for, under god, we are determined that wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we shall be called to make our exit, we will die free men. _observations on the boston port bill, ._ charles dibdin. - . there 's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, to keep watch for the life of poor jack. _poor jack._ did you ever hear of captain wattle? he was all for love, and a little for the bottle. _captain wattle and miss roe._ his form was of the manliest beauty, his heart was kind and soft; faithful below he did his duty, but now he 's gone aloft. _tom bowling._ for though his body 's under hatches, his soul has gone aloft. _tom bowling._ spanking jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly, though winds blew great guns, still he 'd whistle and sing; jack loved his friend, and was true to his molly, and if honour gives greatness, was great as a king. _the sailor's consolation._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] a song with this title, beginning, "one night came on a hurricane," was written by william pitt, of malta, who died in . hannah more. - . to those who know thee not, no words can paint! and those who know thee, know all words are faint! _sensibility._ since trifles make the sum of human things, and half our misery from our foibles springs. _sensibility._ in men this blunder still you find,-- all think their little set mankind. _florio. part i._ small habits well pursued betimes may reach the dignity of crimes. _florio. part i._ lord stowell. - . a dinner lubricates business. _life of johnson_ (boswell). _vol. viii. p. , note._ the elegant simplicity of the three per cents.[ - ] _lives of the lord chancellors_ (campbell). _vol. x. chap. ._ footnotes: [ - ] the sweet simplicity of the three per cents.--disraeli (earl beaconsfield): _endymion._ sir william jones. - . than all bocara's vaunted gold, than all the gems of samarcand. _a persian song of hafiz._ go boldly forth, my simple lay, whose accents flow with artless ease, like orient pearls at random strung.[ - ] _a persian song of hafiz._ on parent knees, a naked new-born child, weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled; so live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep. _from the persian._ what constitutes a state? . . . . . . . men who their duties know, but know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain. . . . . . . . and sovereign law, that state's collected will, o'er thrones and globes elate, sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.[ - ] _ode in imitation of alcæus._ seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] 't was he that ranged the words at random flung, pierced the fair pearls and them together strung. eastwick: _anvari suhaili._ (translated from firdousi.) [ - ] neither walls, theatres, porches, nor senseless equipage, make states, but men who are able to rely upon themselves.--aristides: _orations_ (jebb's edition), _vol. i._ (trans. by a. w. austin). by themistocles alone, or with very few others, does this saying appear to be approved, which, though alcæus formerly had produced, many afterwards claimed: "not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans, make a state; but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are cities and walls."--_ibid. vol. ii._ [ - ] see coke, page . john logan. - . thou hast no sorrow in thy song, no winter in thy year. _to the cuckoo._ oh could i fly, i 'd fly with thee! we 'd make with joyful wing our annual visit o'er the globe, companions of the spring. _to the cuckoo._ jonathan m. sewall. - . no pent-up utica contracts your powers, but the whole boundless continent is yours. _epilogue to cato._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] written for the bow street theatre, portsmouth, new hampshire. john edwin. - . a man's ingress into the world is naked and bare, his progress through the world is trouble and care; and lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows where. if we do well here, we shall do well there: i can tell you no more if i preach a whole year.[ - ] _the eccentricities of john edwin_ (second edition), _vol. i. p. . london, ._ footnotes: [ - ] these lines edwin offers as heads of a "sermon." longfellow places them in the mouth of "the cobbler of hagenau," as a "familiar tune." see "the wayside inn, part ii. the student's tale." john trumbull. - . but optics sharp it needs, i ween, to see what is not to be seen. _m^cfingal. canto i. line ._ but as some muskets so contrive it as oft to miss the mark they drive at, and though well aimed at duck or plover, bear wide, and kick their owners over. _m^cfingal. canto i. line ._ as though there were a tie and obligation to posterity. we get them, bear them, breed, and nurse: what has posterity done for us that we, lest they their rights should lose, should trust our necks to gripe of noose? _m^cfingal. canto ii. line ._ no man e'er felt the halter draw, with good opinion of the law. _m^cfingal. canto iii. line ._ richard brinsley sheridan. - . illiterate him, i say, quite from your memory. _the rivals. act i. sc. ._ 't is safest in matrimony to begin with a little aversion. _the rivals. act i. sc. ._ a progeny of learning. _the rivals. act i. sc. ._ a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge. _the rivals. act iii. sc. ._ he is the very pine-apple of politeness! _the rivals. act iii. sc. ._ if i reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs! _the rivals. act iii. sc. ._ as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the nile. _the rivals. act iii. sc. ._ too civil by half. _the rivals. act iii. sc. ._ our ancestors are very good kind of folks; but they are the last people i should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with. _the rivals. act iv. sc. ._ no caparisons, miss, if you please. caparisons don't become a young woman. _the rivals. act iv. sc. ._ we will not anticipate the past; so mind, young people,--our retrospection will be all to the future. _the rivals. act iv. sc. ._ you are not like cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you? _the rivals. act iv. sc. ._ the quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it. _the rivals. act iv. sc. ._ you 're our enemy; lead the way, and we 'll precede. _the rivals. act v. sc. ._ there 's nothing like being used to a thing.[ - ] _the rivals. act v. sc. ._ as there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won't be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by sitting out. _the rivals. act v. sc. ._ my valour is certainly going! it is sneaking off! i feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands! _the rivals. act v. sc. ._ i own the soft impeachment. _the rivals. act v. sc. ._ steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,--disfigure them to make 'em pass for their own.[ - ] _the critic. act i. sc. ._ the newspapers! sir, they are the most villanous, licentious, abominable, infernal-- not that i ever read them! no, i make it a rule never to look into a newspaper. _the critic. act i. sc. ._ egad, i think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two! _the critic. act i. sc. ._ sheer necessity,--the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention. _the critic. act i. sc. ._ no scandal about queen elizabeth, i hope? _the critic. act ii. sc. ._ certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible. _the critic. act ii. sc. ._ where they _do_ agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful. _the critic. act ii. sc. ._ inconsolable to the minuet in ariadne. _the critic. act ii. sc. ._ the spanish fleet thou canst not see, because--it is not yet in sight! _the critic. act ii. sc. ._ an oyster may be crossed in love. _the critic. act iii. sc. ._ you shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin. _school for scandal. act i. sc. ._ here is the whole set! a character dead at every word. _school for scandal. act ii. sc. ._ i leave my character behind me. _school for scandal. act ii. sc. ._ here 's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; here 's to the widow of fifty; here 's to the flaunting, extravagant quean, and here 's to the housewife that 's thrifty! let the toast pass; drink to the lass; i 'll warrant she 'll prove an excuse for the glass. _school for scandal. act iii. sc. ._ an unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance. _school for scandal. act v. sc. ._ it was an amiable weakness.[ - ] _school for scandal. act v. sc. ._ i ne'er could any lustre see in eyes that would not look on me; i ne'er saw nectar on a lip but where my own did hope to sip. _the duenna. act i. sc. ._ had i a heart for falsehood framed, i ne'er could injure you. _the duenna. act i. sc. ._ conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics. _the duenna. act ii. sc. ._ while his off-heel, insidiously aside. provokes the caper which he seems to chide. _pizarro. the prologue._ such protection as vultures give to lambs. _pizarro. act ii. sc. ._ a life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line,--by deeds, not years.[ - ] _pizarro. act iv. sc. ._ the right honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts.[ - ] _speech in reply to mr. dundas. sheridaniana._ you write with ease to show your breeding, but easy writing 's curst hard reading. _clio's protest. life of sheridan_ (moore). _vol. i. p. ._ footnotes: [ - ] 't is nothing when you are used to it.--swift: _polite conversation, iii._ [ - ] see churchill, page . [ - ] see fielding, page . [ - ] he who grown aged in this world of woe, in deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, so that no wonder waits him. byron: _childe harold, canto iii. stanza ._ we live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths.--bailey: _festus. a country town._ who well lives, long lives; for this age of ours should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours. du bartas: _days and weekes. fourth day. book ii._ [ - ] on peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa mémoire (one may say that his wit shines by the help of his memory).--le sage: _gil blas, livre iii. chap. xi._ philip freneau. - . the hunter and the deer a shade.[ - ] _the indian burying-ground._ then rushed to meet the insulting foe; they took the spear, but left the shield.[ - ] _to the memory of the americans who fell at eutaw._ footnotes: [ - ] this line was appropriated by campbell in "o'connor's child." [ - ] when prussia hurried to the field, and snatched the spear, but left the shield. scott: _marmion, introduction to canto iii._ george crabbe. - . oh, rather give me commentators plain, who with no deep researches vex the brain; who from the dark and doubtful love to run, and hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.[ - ] _the parish register. part i. introduction._ her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd; courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd; the joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, and ease of heart her every look convey'd. _the parish register. part ii. marriages._ in this fool's paradise he drank delight.[ - ] _the borough. letter xii. players._ books cannot always please, however good; minds are not ever craving for their food. _the borough. letter xxiv. schools._ in idle wishes fools supinely stay; be there a will, and wisdom finds a way. _the birth of flattery._ cut and come again. _tales. tale vii. the widow's tale._ better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.[ - ] _tales. tale xiv. the struggles of conscience._ but 't was a maxim he had often tried, that right was right, and there he would abide.[ - ] _tales. tale xv. the squire and the priest._ 't was good advice, and meant, my son, be good. _tales. tale xxi. the learned boy._ he tried the luxury of doing good.[ - ] _tales of the hall. book iii. boys at school._ to sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.[ - ] _tales of the hall. book iii. boys at school._ and took for truth the test of ridicule.[ - ] _tales of the hall. book viii. the sisters._ time has touched me gently in his race, and left no odious furrows in my face.[ - ] _tales of the hall. book xvii. the widow._ footnotes: [ - ] see young, page . [ - ] see appendix, page . [ - ] 't is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. tennyson: _in memoriam, xxvii._ [ - ] for right is right, since god is god.--faber: _the right must win._ [ - ] see goldsmith, page . [ - ] to sigh, yet feel no pain.--moore: _the blue stocking._ [ - ] see appendix, page . [ - ] touch us gently, time.--b. w. procter: _touch us gently, time._ time has laid his hand upon my heart, gently. longfellow: _the golden legend, iv._ george barrington. - ----. true patriots all; for be it understood we left our country for our country's good.[ - ] _prologue written for the opening of the play-house at new south wales, jan. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see farquhar, page . henry lee. - . to the memory of the man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen. _memoirs of lee. eulogy on washington, dec. , ._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] to the memory of the man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his fellow-citizens.--_resolutions presented to the united states' house of representatives, on the death of washington, december, ._ the eulogy was delivered a week later. marshall, in his "life of washington," vol. v. p. , says in a note that these resolutions were prepared by colonel henry lee, who was then not in his place to read them. general robert e. lee, in the life of his father ( ), prefixed to the report of his father's "memoirs of the war of the revolution," gives (p. ) the expression "fellow-citizens;" but on p. he says: "but there is a line, a single line, in the works of lee which would hand him over to immortality, though he had never written another: 'first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen' will last while language lasts." j. p. kemble. - . perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, but--why did you kick me down stairs?[ - ] _the panel. act i. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] altered from bickerstaff's "'t is well 't is no worse." the lines are also found in debrett's "asylum for fugitive pieces," vol. i. p. . horatio nelson. - . in the battle off cape st. vincent, nelson gave orders for boarding the "san josef," exclaiming "westminster abbey, or victory!" _life of nelson_ (southey). _vol. i. p. ._ england expects every man to do his duty.[ - ] _life of nelson_ (southey). _vol. ii. p. ._ footnotes: [ - ] this famous sentence is thus first reported: "say to the fleet, england confides that every man will do his duty." captain pasco, nelson's flag-lieutenant, suggested to substitute "expects" for "confides," which was adopted. captain blackwood, who commanded the "euryalis," says that the correction suggested was from "nelson expects" to "england expects." robert burns. - . auld nature swears the lovely dears her noblest work she classes, o; her 'prentice han' she tried on man, and then she made the lasses, o![ - ] _green grow the rashes._ some books are lies frae end to end. _death and dr. hornbook._ some wee short hours ayont the twal. _death and dr. hornbook._ the best laid schemes o' mice and men gang aft a-gley; and leave us naught but grief and pain for promised joy. _to a mouse._ when chill november's surly blast made fields and forests bare. _man was made to mourn._ man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn. _man was made to mourn._ gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new. _the cotter's saturday night._ beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. _the cotter's saturday night._ he wales a portion with judicious care; and "let us worship god," he says with solemn air. _the cotter's saturday night._ perhaps dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, or plaintive martyrs, worthy of the name. _the cotter's saturday night._ from scenes like these old scotia's grandeur springs, that makes her loved at home, revered abroad: princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "an honest man 's the noblest work of god."[ - ] _the cotter's saturday night._ for a' that, and a' that, and twice as muckle 's a' that. _the jolly beggars._ o life! how pleasant is thy morning, young fancy's rays the hills adorning! cold-pausing caution's lesson scorning, we frisk away, like schoolboys at th' expected warning, to joy and play. _epistle to james smith._ misled by fancy's meteor ray, by passion driven; but yet the light that led astray was light from heaven. _the vision._ and like a passing thought, she fled in light away. _the vision._ affliction's sons are brothers in distress; a brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss! _a winter night._ his locked, lettered, braw brass collar showed him the gentleman and scholar. _the twa dogs._ and there began a lang digression about the lords o' the creation. _the twa dogs._ oh wad some power the giftie gie us to see oursel's as others see us! it wad frae monie a blunder free us, and foolish notion. _to a louse._ then gently scan your brother man, still gentler sister woman; though they may gang a kennin' wrang, to step aside is human.[ - ] _address to the unco guid._ what 's done we partly may compute, but know not what 's resisted. _address to the unco guid._ stern ruin's ploughshare drives elate full on thy bloom.[ - ] _to a mountain daisy._ o life! thou art a galling load, along a rough, a weary road, to wretches such as i! _despondency._ perhaps it may turn out a sang, perhaps turn out a sermon. _epistle to a young friend._ i waive the quantum o' the sin, the hazard of concealing; but, och! it hardens a' within, and petrifies the feeling! _epistle to a young friend._ the fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip to haud the wretch in order;[ - ] but where ye feel your honour grip, let that aye be your border. _epistle to a young friend._ an atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange for deity offended! _epistle to a young friend._ and may you better reck the rede,[ - ] than ever did the adviser! _epistle to a young friend._ flow gently, sweet afton, among thy green braes; flow gently, i 'll sing thee a song in thy praise. _flow gently, sweet afton._ oh whistle, and i 'll come to ye, my lad.[ - ] _whistle, and i 'll come to ye._ if naebody care for me, i 'll care for naebody.[ - ] _i hae a wife o' my ain._ should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days o' lang syne? _auld lang syne._ we twa hae run about the braes, and pu'd the gowans fine. _auld lang syne._ dweller in yon dungeon dark, hangman of creation, mark! who in widow weeds appears, laden with unhonoured years, noosing with care a bursting purse, baited with many a deadly curse? _ode on mrs. oswald._ to make a happy fireside clime to weans and wife,-- that 's the true pathos and sublime of human life. _epistle to dr. blacklock._ if there 's a hole in a' your coats, i rede ye tent it; a chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, and, faith, he 'll prent it. _on captain grose's peregrinations through scotland._ john anderson my jo, john, when we were first acquent, your locks were like the raven, your bonny brow was brent. _john anderson._ my heart 's in the highlands, my heart is not here; my heart 's in the highlands a-chasing the deer.[ - ] _my heart 's in the highlands._ she is a winsome wee thing, she is a handsome wee thing, she is a bonny wee thing, this sweet wee wife o' mine. _my wife 's a winsome wee thing._ the golden hours on angel wings flew o'er me and my dearie; for dear to me as light and life was my sweet highland mary. _highland mary._ but, oh! fell death's untimely frost that nipt my flower sae early. _highland mary._ it 's guid to be merry and wise,[ - ] it 's guid to be honest and true, it 's guid to support caledonia's cause, and bide by the buff and the blue. _here 's a health to them that 's awa'._ scots, wha hae wi' wallace bled, scots, wham bruce has aften led, welcome to your gory bed, or to victory! now 's the day and now 's the hour; see the front o' battle lour. _bannockburn._ liberty 's in every blow! let us do or die.[ - ] _bannockburn._ in durance vile[ - ] here must i wake and weep, and all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep. _epistle from esopus to maria._ oh, my luve 's like a red, red rose, that 's newly sprung in june; oh, my luve 's like the melodie that 's sweetly played in tune. _a red, red rose._ contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair. _contented wi' little._ where sits our sulky, sullen dame, gathering her brows like gathering storm, nursing her wrath to keep it warm. _tam o' shanter._ ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet to think how monie counsels sweet, how monie lengthened sage advices, the husband frae the wife despises. _tam o' shanter._ his ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; tam lo'ed him like a vera brither,-- they had been fou for weeks thegither. _tam o' shanter._ the landlady and tam grew gracious wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious. _tam o' shanter._ the landlord's laugh was ready chorus. _tam o' shanter._ kings may be blest, but tam was glorious, o'er a' the ills o' life victorious. _tam o' shanter._ but pleasures are like poppies spread, you seize the flower, its bloom is shed; or, like the snow-fall in the river, a moment white, then melts forever. _tam o' shanter._ nae man can tether time or tide.[ - ] _tam o' shanter._ that hour, o' night's black arch the keystane. _tam o' shanter._ inspiring, bold john barleycorn, what dangers thou canst make us scorn! _tam o' shanter._ as tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, the mirth and fun grew fast and furious. _tam o' shanter._ but to see her was to love her,[ - ] love but her, and love forever. _ae fond kiss._ had we never loved sae kindly, had we never loved sae blindly, never met or never parted, we had ne'er been broken-hearted! _ae fond kiss._ to see her is to love her, and love but her forever; for nature made her what she is, and never made anither! _bonny lesley._ ye banks and braes o' bonny doon, how can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? how can ye chant, ye little birds, and i sae weary fu' o' care? _the banks of doon._ chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure thrill the deepest notes of woe. _sweet sensibility._ the rank is but the guinea's stamp, the man 's the gowd for a' that.[ - ] _for a' that and a' that._ a prince can make a belted knight, a marquis, duke, and a' that; but an honest man 's aboon his might, guid faith, he maunna fa' that.[ - ] _for a' that and a' that._ 't is sweeter for thee despairing than aught in the world beside,--jessy! _jessy._ some hae meat and canna eat, and some would eat that want it; but we hae meat, and we can eat, sae let the lord be thankit. _grace before meat._ it was a' for our rightfu' king we left fair scotland's strand. _a' for our rightfu' king._[ - ] now a' is done that men can do, and a' is done in vain. _a' for our rightfu' king._ he turn'd him right and round about upon the irish shore, and gae his bridle reins a shake, with, "adieu for evermore, my dear, and adieu for evermore."[ - ] _a' for our rightfu' king._ footnotes: [ - ] man was made when nature was but an apprentice, but woman when she was a skilful mistress of her art. _cupid's whirligig_ ( ). [ - ] see fletcher, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see young, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . [ - ] see bickerstaff, page . [ - ] these lines from an old song, entitled "the strong walls of derry," burns made a basis for his own beautiful ditty. [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see fletcher, page . [ - ] durance vile.--w. kenrick ( ): _falstaff's wedding, act i. sc. ._ burke: _the present discontents._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] to know her was to love her.--rogers: _jacqueline, stanza ._ [ - ] i weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better.--wycherley: _the plaindealer, act. i. sc. ._ [ - ] see southerne, page . [ - ] this ballad first appeared in johnson's "museum," . sir walter scott was never tired of hearing it sung. [ - ] under the impression that this stanza is ancient, scott has made very free use of it, first in "rokeby" ( ), and then in the "monastery" ( ). in "rokeby" he thus introduces the verse:-- he turn'd his charger as he spake, upon the river shore, he gave his bridle reins a shake, said, "adieu for evermore, my love, and adieu for evermore." william pitt. - . necessity is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.[ - ] _speech on the india bill, november, ._ prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all that shared its shelter perish in its fall. _the poetry of the anti-jacobin. no. xxxvi._ footnotes: [ - ] see milton, page . andrew cherry. - . loud roared the dreadful thunder, the rain a deluge showers. _the bay of biscay._ as she lay, on that day, in the bay of biscay, o! _the bay of biscay._ george colman, the younger. - . on their own merits modest men are dumb. _epilogue to the heir at law._ and what 's impossible can't be, and never, never comes to pass. _the maid of the moor._ three stories high, long, dull, and old, as great lords' stories often are. _the maid of the moor._ like two single gentlemen rolled into one. _lodgings for single gentlemen._ but when ill indeed, e'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed. _lodgings for single gentlemen._ when taken, to be well shaken. _the newcastle apothecary._ thank you, good sir, i owe you one. _the poor gentleman. act i. sc. ._ o miss bailey! unfortunate miss bailey! _love laughs at locksmiths. act ii. song._ 't is a very fine thing to be father-in-law to a very magnificent three-tailed bashaw! _blue beard. act ii. sc. ._ i had a soul above buttons. _sylvester daggerwood, or new hay at the old market. sc. ._ mynheer vandunck, though he never was drunk, sipped brandy and water gayly. _mynheer vandunck._ james hurdis. - . rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.[ - ] _the village curate._ footnotes: [ - ] to rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.--breton: _court and country_ ( ; reprint, p. ). samuel rogers. - . sweet memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, oft up the stream of time i turn my sail. _the pleasures of memory. part ii. i._ she was good as she was fair, none--none on earth above her! as pure in thought as angels are: to know her was to love her.[ - ] _jacqueline. stanza ._ the good are better made by ill, as odours crushed are sweeter still.[ - ] _jacqueline. stanza ._ a guardian angel o'er his life presiding, doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing. _human life._ fireside happiness, to hours of ease blest with that charm, the certainty to please. _human life._ the soul of music slumbers in the shell till waked and kindled by the master's spell; and feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour a thousand melodies unheard before! _human life._ then never less alone than when alone.[ - ] _human life._ those that he loved so long and sees no more, loved and still loves,--not dead, but gone before,[ - ]-- he gathers round him. _human life._ mine be a cot beside the hill; a beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; a willowy brook that turns a mill, with many a fall, shall linger near. _a wish._ that very law which moulds a tear and bids it trickle from its source,-- that law preserves the earth a sphere, and guides the planets in their course. _on a tear._ go! you may call it madness, folly; you shall not chase my gloom away! there 's such a charm in melancholy i would not if i could be gay. _to ----._ to vanish in the chinks that time has made.[ - ] _pæstum._ ward has no heart, they say, but i deny it: he has a heart, and gets his speeches by it. _epigram._ footnotes: [ - ] see burns, page . none knew thee but to love thee.--halleck: _on the death of drake._ [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see gibbon, page . numquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus, nec minus solum, quam quum solus esset (he is never less at leisure than when at leisure, nor less alone than when he is alone).--cicero: _de officiis, liber iii. c. ._ [ - ] this is literally from seneca, _epistola lxiii. ._ see matthew henry, page . [ - ] see waller, page . john ferriar. - . the princeps copy, clad in blue and gold. _illustrations of sterne. bibliomania. line ._ now cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold. _illustrations of sterne. bibliomania. line ._ torn from their destined page (unworthy meed of knightly counsel and heroic deed). _illustrations of sterne. bibliomania. line ._ how pure the joy, when first my hands unfold the small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold! _illustrations of sterne. bibliomania. line ._ ann radcliffe. - . fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, and as the portal opens to receive me, a voice in hollow murmurs through the courts tells of a nameless deed.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] these lines form the motto to mrs. radcliffe's novel, "the mysteries of udolpho," and are presumably of her own composition. robert hall. - . his [burke's] imperial fancy has laid all nature under tribute, and has collected riches from every scene of the creation and every walk of art. _apology for the freedom of the press._ he [kippis] might be a very clever man by nature for aught i know, but he laid so many books upon his head that his brains could not move. _gregory's life of hall._ call things by their right names. . . . glass of brandy and water! that is the current but not the appropriate name: ask for a glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation.[ - ] _gregory's life of hall._ footnotes: [ - ] see tourneur, page . he calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin.--diogenes laertius: _pythagoras, vi._ thomas morton. - . what will mrs. grundy say? _speed the plough. act i. sc. ._ push on,--keep moving. _a cure for the heartache. act ii. sc. ._ approbation from sir hubert stanley is praise indeed. _a cure for the heartache. act v. sc. ._ sir james mackintosh. - . diffused knowledge immortalizes itself. _vindiciæ gallicæ._ the commons, faithful to their system, remained in a wise and masterly inactivity. _vindiciæ gallicæ._ disciplined inaction. _causes of the revolution of . chap. vii._ the frivolous work of polished idleness. _dissertation on ethical philosophy. remarks on thomas brown._ lady nairne. - . there 's nae sorrow there, john, there 's neither cauld nor care, john, the day is aye fair, in the land o' the leal. _the land o' the leal._ gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'. _gude nicht, etc._[ - ] oh, we 're a' noddin', nid, nid, noddin'; oh, we 're a' noddin' at our house at hame. _we 're a' noddin'._ a penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. _the laird o' cockpen._ footnotes: [ - ] sir alexander boswell composed a version of this song. andrew jackson. - . our federal union: it must be preserved. _toast given on the jefferson birthday celebration in ._ you are uneasy; you never sailed with _me_ before, i see.[ - ] _life of jackson_ (parton). _vol. iii. p. ._ footnotes: [ - ] a remark made to an elderly gentleman who was sailing with jackson down chesapeake bay in an old steamboat, and who exhibited a little fear. john quincy adams. - . think of your forefathers! think of your posterity![ - ] _speech at plymouth, dec. , ._ in charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will to any human being, and even compassionating those who hold in bondage their fellow-men, not knowing what they do.[ - ] _letter to a. bronson. july , ._ this hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe, for freedom only deals the deadly blow; then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade, for gentle peace in freedom's hallowed shade.[ - ] _written in an album, ._ this is the last of earth! i am content. _his last words, feb. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] et majores vestros et posteros cogitate.--tacitus: _agricola, c. . ._ [ - ] with malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as god gives us to see the right.--abraham lincoln: _second inaugural address._ [ - ] see sidney, page . david everett. - . you 'd scarce expect one of my age to speak in public on the stage; and if i chance to fall below demosthenes or cicero, don't view me with a critic's eye, but pass my imperfections by. large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow.[ - ] _lines written for a school declamation._ footnotes: [ - ] the lofty oak from a small acorn grows.--lewis duncombe ( - ): _de minimis maxima_ (translation). sydney smith. - . it requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a scotch understanding.[ - ] _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ that knuckle-end of england,--that land of calvin, oat-cakes, and sulphur. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ no one minds what jeffrey says: . . . it is not more than a week ago that i heard him speak disrespectfully of the equator. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ we cultivate literature on a little oatmeal.[ - ] _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ truth is its [justice's] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its train; it is the brightest emanation from the gospel; it is the attribute of god. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ it is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ avoid shame, but do not seek glory,--nothing so expensive as glory.[ - ] _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest employment of which his nature is capable, and die with the consciousness that he has done his best. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ the smiths never had any arms, and have invariably sealed their letters with their thumbs. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his intellect is improperly exposed. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ he has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again.[ - ] _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ you find people ready enough to do the samaritan, without the oil and twopence. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ my living in yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ as the french say, there are three sexes,--men, women, and clergymen.[ - ] _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ to take macaulay out of literature and society and put him in the house of commons, is like taking the chief physician out of london during a pestilence. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ daniel webster struck me much like a steam-engine in trousers. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ "heat, ma'am!" i said; "it was so dreadful here, that i found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones." _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ macaulay is like a book in breeches. . . . he has occasional flashes of silence, that make his conversation perfectly delightful. _lady holland's memoir. vol. i. p. ._ serenely full, the epicure would say, fate cannot harm me,--i have dined to-day.[ - ] _recipe for salad. p. ._ thank god for tea! what would the world do without tea?--how did it exist? i am glad i was not born before tea. _recipe for salad. p. ._ if you choose to represent the various parts in life by holes upon a table, of different shapes,--some circular, some triangular, some square, some oblong,--and the persons acting these parts by bits of wood of similar shapes, we shall generally find that the triangular person has got into the square hole, the oblong into the triangular, and a square person has squeezed himself into the round hole. the officer and the office, the doer and the thing done, seldom fit so exactly that we can say they were almost made for each other.[ - ] _sketches of moral philosophy._ the schoolboy whips his taxed top; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle on a taxed road; and the dying englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid seven per cent, into a spoon that has paid fifteen per cent, flings himself back upon his chintz bed which has paid twenty-two per cent, and expires in the arms of an apothecary who has paid a license of a hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death. _review of seybert's annals of the united states, ._ in the four quarters of the globe, who reads an american book, or goes to an american play, or looks at an american picture or statue? _review of seybert's annals of the united states, ._ magnificent spectacle of human happiness. _america. edinburgh review, july, ._ in the midst of this sublime and terrible storm [at sidmouth], dame partington, who lived upon the beach, was seen at the door of her house with mop and pattens, trundling her mop, squeezing out the sea-water, and vigorously pushing away the atlantic ocean. the atlantic was roused; mrs. partington's spirit was up. but i need not tell you that the contest was unequal; the atlantic ocean beat mrs. partington. _speech at taunton, ._ men who prefer any load of infamy, however great, to any pressure of taxation, however light. _on american debts._ footnotes: [ - ] see walpole, page . [ - ] mr. smith, with reference to the "edinburgh review," says: "the motto i proposed for the 'review' was 'tenui musam meditamur avena;' but this was too near the truth to be admitted; so we took our present grave motto from publius syrus, of whom none of us had, i am sure, read a single line." [ - ] a favorite motto, which through life mr. smith inculcated on his family. [ - ] see cowper, page . [ - ] lord wharncliffe says, "the well-known sentence, almost a proverb, that 'this world consists of men, women, and herveys,' was originally lady montagu's."--_montagu letters, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] see dryden, p. . [ - ] the right man to fill the right place.--layard: _speech, jan. , ._ j. hookham frere. - . and don't confound the language of the nation with long-tailed words in _osity_ and _ation_. _the monks and the giants. canto i. line ._ a sudden thought strikes me,--let us swear an eternal friendship.[ - ] _the rovers. act i. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see otway, page . my fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.--moliÈre: _le bourgeois gentilhomme, act iv. sc. ._ duke of wellington. - . nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won. _despatch, ._ it is very true that i have said that i considered napoleon's presence in the field equal to forty thousand men in the balance. this is a very loose way of talking; but the idea is a very different one from that of his presence at a battle being equal to a reinforcement of forty thousand men. _mem. by the duke,_[ - ] _sept. , ._ circumstances over which i have no control.[ - ] i never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life.[ - ] _upon seeing the first reformed parliament._ there is no mistake; there has been no mistake; and there shall be no mistake.[ - ] _letter to mr. huskisson._ footnotes: [ - ] stanhope: _conversations with the duke of wellington, p. ._ [ - ] this phrase was first used by the duke of wellington in a letter, about or .--sala: _echoes of the week, in london illustrated news, aug. , ._ greville, _mem., ch. ii._ ( ), gives an earlier instance. [ - ] sir william fraser, in "words on wellington" ( ), p. , says this phrase originated with the duke. captain gronow, in his "recollections," says it originated with the duke of york, second son of george iii., about . [ - ] this gave rise to the slang expression, "and no mistake."--_words on wellington, p. ._ john tobin. - . the man that lays his hand upon a woman, save in the way of kindness, is a wretch whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward. _the honeymoon. act ii. sc. ._ she 's adorned amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely,-- the truest mirror that an honest wife can see her beauty in. _the honeymoon. act iii. sc. ._ george canning. - . story! god bless you! i have none to tell, sir. _the friend of humanity and the knife-grinder._ i give thee sixpence! i will see thee damned first. _the friend of humanity and the knife-grinder._ so down thy hill, romantic ashbourn, glides the derby dilly, carrying _three_ insides. _the loves of the triangles. line ._ and finds, with keen, discriminating sight, black 's not so black,--nor white so _very_ white. _new morality._ give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, bold i can meet,--perhaps may turn his blow! but of all plagues, good heaven, thy wrath can send, save, save, oh save me from the _candid friend_![ - ] _new morality._ i called the new world into existence to redress the balance of the old. _the king's message, dec. , ._ no, here 's to the pilot that weathered the storm! _the pilot that weathered the storm._ footnotes: [ - ] "defend me from my friends; i can defend myself from my enemies." the french _ana_ assign to maréchal villars this aphorism when taking leave of louis xiv. william robert spencer. - . too late i stayed,--forgive the crime! unheeded flew the hours; how noiseless falls the foot of time[ - ] that only treads on flowers. _lines to lady a. hamilton._ footnotes: [ - ] see shakespeare, page . joseph hopkinson. - . hail, columbia! happy land! hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band! who fought and bled in freedom's cause, who fought and bled in freedom's cause, and when the storm of war was gone, enjoyed the peace your valor won. let independence be our boast, ever mindful what it cost; ever grateful for the prize, let its altar reach the skies! _hail, columbia!_ william wordsworth.[ - ] - . oh, be wiser thou! instructed that true knowledge leads to love. _lines left upon a seat in a yew-tree._ and homeless near a thousand homes i stood, and near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. _guilt and sorrow. stanza ._ action is transitory,--a step, a blow; the motion of a muscle, this way or that. _the borderers. act iii._ three sleepless nights i passed in sounding on, through words and things, a dim and perilous way.[ - ] _the borderers. act iv. sc. ._ a simple child that lightly draws its breath, and feels its life in every limb, what should it know of death? _we are seven._ o reader! had you in your mind such stores as silent thought can bring, o gentle reader! you would find a tale in everything. _simon lee._ i 've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds with coldness still returning; alas! the gratitude of men hath oftener left me mourning. _simon lee._ in that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind. _lines written in early spring._ and 't is my faith, that every flower enjoys the air it breathes. _lines written in early spring._ nor less i deem that there are powers which of themselves our minds impress; that we can feed this mind of ours in a wise passiveness. _expostulation and reply._ up! up! my friend, and quit your books, or surely you 'll grow double! up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! why all this toil and trouble? _the tables turned._ come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. _the tables turned._ one impulse from a vernal wood may teach you more of man, of moral evil and of good, than all the sages can. _the tables turned._ the bane of all that dread the devil. _the idiot boy._ sensations sweet, felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. _lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey._ that best portion of a good man's life,-- his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. _lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey._ that blessed mood, in which the burden of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world, is lightened. _lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey._ the fretful stir unprofitable, and the fever of the world have hung upon the beatings of my heart. _lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey._ the sounding cataract haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, the mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, their colours and their forms, were then to me an appetite,--a feeling and a love, that had no need of a remoter charm by thoughts supplied, nor any interest unborrowed from the eye. _lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey._ but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. _lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey._ a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean and the living air and the blue sky, and in the mind of man,-- a motion and a spirit, that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought, and rolls through all things. _lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey._ knowing that nature never did betray the heart that loved her. _lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey._ nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life. _lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey._ men who can hear the decalogue, and feel no self-reproach. _the old cumberland beggar._ as in the eye of nature he has lived, so in the eye of nature let him die! _the old cumberland beggar._ there 's something in a flying horse, there 's something in a huge balloon. _peter bell. prologue. stanza ._ the common growth of mother earth suffices me,--her tears, her mirth, her humblest mirth and tears. _peter bell. prologue. stanza ._ full twenty times was peter feared, for once that peter was respected. _peter bell. part i. stanza ._ a primrose by a river's brim a yellow primrose was to him, and it was nothing more. _peter bell. part i. stanza ._ the soft blue sky did never melt into his heart; he never felt the witchery of the soft blue sky! _peter bell. part i. stanza ._ on a fair prospect some have looked, and felt, as i have heard them say, as if the moving time had been a thing as steadfast as the scene on which they gazed themselves away. _peter bell. part i. stanza ._ as if the man had fixed his face, in many a solitary place, against the wind and open sky! _peter bell. part i. stanza ._[ - ] one of those heavenly days that cannot die. _nutting._ she dwelt among the untrodden ways beside the springs of dove,-- a maid whom there were none to praise and very few to love. _she dwelt among the untrodden ways._ a violet by a mossy stone half hidden from the eye; fair as a star, when only one is shining in the sky. _she dwelt among the untrodden ways._ she lived unknown, and few could know when lucy ceased to be; but she is in her grave, and oh the difference to me! _she dwelt among the untrodden ways._ the stars of midnight shall be dear to her; and she shall lean her ear in many a secret place where rivulets dance their wayward round, and beauty born of murmuring sound shall pass into her face. _three years she grew in sun and shower._ may no rude hand deface it, and its forlorn _hic jacet!_ _ellen irwin._ she gave me eyes, she gave me ears; and humble cares, and delicate fears; a heart, the fountain of sweet tears; and love and thought and joy. _the sparrow's nest._ the child is father of the man.[ - ] _my heart leaps up when i behold._ the cattle are grazing, their heads never raising; there are forty feeding like one! _the cock is crowing._ sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now. _to a butterfly. i 've watched you now a full half-hour._ often have i sighed to measure by myself a lonely pleasure,-- sighed to think i read a book, only read, perhaps, by me. _to the small celandine._ as high as we have mounted in delight, in our dejection do we sink as low. _resolution and independence. stanza ._ but how can he expect that others should build for him, sow for him, and at his call love him, who for himself will take no heed at all? _resolution and independence. stanza ._ i thought of chatterton, the marvellous boy, the sleepless soul that perished in his pride; of him who walked in glory and in joy, following his plough, along the mountain-side. by our own spirits we are deified; we poets in our youth begin in gladness, but thereof come in the end despondency and madness. _resolution and independence. stanza ._ that heareth not the loud winds when they call, and moveth all together, if it moves at all. _resolution and independence. stanza ._ choice word and measured phrase above the reach of ordinary men. _resolution and independence. stanza ._ and mighty poets in their misery dead. _resolution and independence. stanza ._ ne'er saw i, never felt, a calm so deep! the river glideth at his own sweet will; dear god! the very houses seem asleep; and all that mighty heart is lying still! _earth has not anything to show more fair._ the holy time is quiet as a nun breathless with adoration. _it is a beauteous evening._ men are we, and must grieve when even the shade of that which once was great is passed away. _on the extinction of the venetian republic._ thou has left behind powers that will work for thee,--air, earth, and skies! there 's not a breathing of the common wind that will forget thee; thou hast great allies; thy friends are exultations, agonies, and love, and man's unconquerable mind.[ - ] _to toussaint l' ouverture._ one that would peep and botanize upon his mother's grave. _a poet's epitaph. stanza ._ he murmurs near the running brooks a music sweeter than their own. _a poet's epitaph. stanza ._ and you must love him, ere to you he will seem worthy of your love. _a poet's epitaph. stanza ._ the harvest of a quiet eye, that broods and sleeps on his own heart. _a poet's epitaph. stanza ._ yet sometimes, when the secret cup of still and serious thought went round, it seemed as if he drank it up, he felt with spirit so profound. _matthew._ my eyes are dim with childish tears, my heart is idly stirred, for the same sound is in my ears which in those days i heard. _the fountain._ a happy youth, and their old age is beautiful and free. _the fountain._ and often, glad no more, we wear a face of joy because we have been glad of yore. _the fountain._ the sweetest thing that ever grew beside a human door. _lucy gray. stanza ._ a youth to whom was given so much of earth, so much of heaven. _ruth._ until a man might travel twelve stout miles, or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn. _the brothers._ something between a hindrance and a help. _michael._ drink, pretty creature, drink! _the pet lamb._ lady of the mere, sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. _a narrow girdle of rough stones and crags._ and he is oft the wisest man who is not wise at all. _the oak and the broom._ "a jolly place," said he, "in times of old! but something ails it now: the spot is cursed." _hart-leap well. part ii._ hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. _hart-leap well. part ii._ never to blend our pleasure or our pride with sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. _hart-leap well. part ii._ plain living and high thinking are no more. the homely beauty of the good old cause is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, and pure religion breathing household laws. _o friend! i know not which way i must look._ milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: england hath need of thee! . . . . . . thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: so didst thou travel on life's common way in cheerful godliness. _london, ._ we must be free or die who speak the tongue that shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold which milton held. _it is not to be thought of._ a noticeable man, with large gray eyes. _stanzas written in thomson's castle of indolence._ we meet thee, like a pleasant thought, when such are wanted. _to the daisy._ the poet's darling. _to the daisy._ thou unassuming commonplace of nature. _to the same flower._ oft on the dappled turf at ease i sit, and play with similes, loose type of things through all degrees. _to the same flower._ sweet mercy! to the gates of heaven this minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; the rueful conflict, the heart riven with vain endeavour, and memory of earth's bitter leaven effaced forever. _thoughts suggested on the banks of the nith._ the best of what we do and are, just god, forgive! _thoughts suggested on the banks of the nith._ for old, unhappy, far-off things, and battles long ago. _the solitary reaper._ some natural sorrow, loss, or pain that has been, and may be again. _the solitary reaper._ the music in my heart i bore long after it was heard no more. _the solitary reaper._ yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice; its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye, frozen by distance. _address to kilchurn castle._ a famous man is robin hood, the english ballad-singer's joy. _rob roy's grave._ because the good old rule sufficeth them,--the simple plan, that they should take who have the power, and they should keep who can. _rob roy's grave._ the eagle, he was lord above, and rob was lord below. _rob roy's grave._ a brotherhood of venerable trees. _sonnet composed at ---- castle._ let beeves and home-bred kine partake the sweets of burn-mill meadow; the swan on still st. mary's lake float double, swan and shadow! _yarrow unvisited._ every gift of noble origin is breathed upon by hope's perpetual breath. _these times strike monied worldlings._ a remnant of uneasy light. _the matron of jedborough._ oh for a single hour of that dundee who on that day the word of onset gave![ - ] _sonnet, in the pass of killicranky._ o cuckoo! shall i call thee bird, or but a wandering voice? _to the cuckoo._ she was a phantom of delight when first she gleamed upon my sight, a lovely apparition, sent to be a moment's ornament; her eyes as stars of twilight fair, like twilights too her dusky hair, but all things else about her drawn from may-time and the cheerful dawn. _she was a phantom of delight._ a creature not too bright or good for human nature's daily food; for transient sorrows, simple wiles, praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. _she was a phantom of delight._ the reason firm, the temperate will, endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; a perfect woman, nobly planned, to warn, to comfort, and command. _she was a phantom of delight._ that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude. _i wandered lonely._ to be a prodigal's favourite,--then, worse truth, a miser's pensioner,--behold our lot! _the small celandine._ stern daughter of the voice of god![ - ] _ode to duty._ a light to guide, a rod to check the erring, and reprove. _ode to duty._ give unto me, made lowly wise, the spirit of self-sacrifice; the confidence of reason give, and in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! _ode to duty._ the light that never was, on sea or land; the consecration, and the poet's dream. _suggested by a picture of peele castle in a storm. stanza ._ shalt show us how divine a thing a woman may be made. _to a young lady. dear child of nature._ but an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. _to a young lady. dear child of nature._ where the statue stood of newton, with his prism and silent face, the marble index of a mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought alone. _the prelude. book iii._ another morn risen on mid-noon.[ - ] _the prelude. book vi._ bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very heaven! _the prelude. book xi._ the budding rose above the rose full blown. _the prelude. book xi._ there is one great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead. _the prelude. book xi._ who, doomed to go in company with pain and fear and bloodshed,--miserable train!-- turns his necessity to glorious gain. _character of the happy warrior._ controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves of their bad influence, and their good receives. _character of the happy warrior._ but who, if he be called upon to face some awful moment to which heaven has joined great issues, good or bad for humankind, is happy as a lover. _character of the happy warrior._ and through the heat of conflict keeps the law in calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. _character of the happy warrior._ whom neither shape of danger can dismay, nor thought of tender happiness betray. _character of the happy warrior._ like,--but oh how different! _yes, it was the mountain echo._ the world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: little we see in nature that is ours. _miscellaneous sonnets. part i. xxxiii._ great god! i 'd rather be a pagan suckled in a creed outworn, so might i, standing on this pleasant lea, have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; have sight of proteus rising from the sea, or hear old triton blow his wreathed horn. _miscellaneous sonnets. part i. xxxiii._ maidens withering on the stalk.[ - ] _personal talk. stanza ._ sweetest melodies are those that are by distance made more sweet.[ - ] _personal talk. stanza ._ dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, are a substantial world, both pure and good. round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, our pastime and our happiness will grow. _personal talk. stanza ._ the gentle lady married to the moor, and heavenly una with her milk-white lamb. _personal talk. stanza ._ blessings be with them, and eternal praise, who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!-- the poets, who on earth have made us heirs of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays. _personal talk. stanza ._ a power is passing from the earth. _lines on the expected dissolution of mr. fox._ the rainbow comes and goes, and lovely is the rose. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ the sunshine is a glorious birth; but yet i know, where'er i go, that there hath passed away a glory from the earth. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ where is it now, the glory and the dream? _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: the soul that rises with us, our life's star, hath had elsewhere its setting, and cometh from afar. not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory, do we come from god, who is our home: heaven lies about us in our infancy. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ at length the man perceives it die away, and fade into the light of common day. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ the thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benediction. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ those obstinate questionings of sense and outward things, fallings from us, vanishings, blank misgivings of a creature moving about in worlds not realized, high instincts before which our mortal nature did tremble like a guilty thing surprised. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ truths that wake, to perish never. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ though inland far we be, our souls have sight of that immortal sea which brought us hither. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ in years that bring the philosophic mind. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ the clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. _ode. intimations of immortality. stanza ._ two voices are there: one is of the sea, one of the mountains,--each a mighty voice. _thought of a briton on the subjugation of switzerland._ earth helped him with the cry of blood.[ - ] _song at the feast of broughton castle._ the silence that is in the starry sky. _song at the feast of broughton castle._ the monumental pomp of age was with this goodly personage; a stature undepressed in size, unbent, which rather seemed to rise in open victory o'er the weight of seventy years, to loftier height. _the white doe of rylstone. canto iii._ "what is good for a bootless bene?" with these dark words begins my tale; and their meaning is, whence can comfort spring when prayer is of no avail? _force of prayer._ a few strong instincts, and a few plain rules. _alas! what boots the long laborious quest?_ of blessed consolations in distress. _preface to the excursion._ (edition, .) the vision and the faculty divine; yet wanting the accomplishment of verse. _the excursion. book i._ the imperfect offices of prayer and praise. _the excursion. book i._ that mighty orb of song, the divine milton. _the excursion. book i._ the good die first,[ - ] and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust burn to the socket. _the excursion. book i._ this dull product of a scoffer's pen. _the excursion. book ii._ with battlements that on their restless fronts bore stars. _the excursion. book ii._ wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. _the excursion. book iii._ wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. _the excursion. book iii._ monastic brotherhood, upon rock aerial. _the excursion. book iii._ the intellectual power, through words and things, went sounding on a dim and perilous way![ - ] _the excursion. book iii._ society became my glittering bride, and airy hopes my children. _the excursion. book iii._ and the most difficult of tasks to keep heights which the soul is competent to gain. _the excursion. book iv._ there is a luxury in self-dispraise; and inward self-disparagement affords to meditative spleen a grateful feast. _the excursion. book iv._ recognizes ever and anon the breeze of nature stirring in his soul. _the excursion. book iv._ pan himself, the simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god! _the excursion. book iv._ i have seen a curious child, who dwelt upon a tract of inland ground, applying to his ear the convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell, to which, in silence hushed, his very soul listened intensely; and his countenance soon brightened with joy, for from within were heard murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed mysterious union with his native sea.[ - ] _the excursion. book iv._ so build we up the being that we are. _the excursion. book iv._ one in whom persuasion and belief had ripened into faith, and faith become a passionate intuition. _the excursion. book iv._ spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."[ - ] _the excursion. book vi._ ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, could field or grove, could any spot of earth, show to his eye an image of the pangs which it hath witnessed,--render back an echo of the sad steps by which it hath been trod! _the excursion. book vi._ and when the stream which overflowed the soul was passed away, a consciousness remained that it had left deposited upon the silent shore of memory images and precious thoughts that shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. _the excursion. book vii._ wisdom married to immortal verse.[ - ] _the excursion. book vii._ a man he seems of cheerful yesterdays and confident to-morrows. _the excursion. book vii._ the primal duties shine aloft, like stars; the charities that soothe and heal and bless are scattered at the feet of man like flowers. _the excursion. book ix._ by happy chance we saw a twofold image: on a grassy bank a snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood another and the same![ - ] _the excursion. book ix._ the gods approve the depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. _laodamia._ mightier far than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway of magic potent over sun and star, is love, though oft to agony distrest, and though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast. _laodamia._ elysian beauty, melancholy grace, brought from a pensive though a happy place. _laodamia._ he spake of love, such love as spirits feel in worlds whose course is equable and pure; no fears to beat away, no strife to heal,-- the past unsighed for, and the future sure. _laodamia._ of all that is most beauteous, imaged there in happier beauty; more pellucid streams, an ampler ether, a diviner air, and fields invested with purpureal gleams. _laodamia._ yet tears to human suffering are due; and mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown are mourned by man, and not by man alone. _laodamia._ but shapes that come not at an earthly call will not depart when mortal voices bid. _dion._ but thou that didst appear so fair to fond imagination, dost rival in the light of day her delicate creation. _yarrow visited._ 't is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, and do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. _weak is the will of man._ we bow our heads before thee, and we laud and magnify thy name almighty god! but man is thy most awful instrument in working out a pure intent. _ode. imagination before content._ sad fancies do we then affect, in luxury of disrespect to our own prodigal excess of too familiar happiness. _ode to lycoris._ that kill the bloom before its time, and blanch, without the owner's crime, the most resplendent hair. _lament of mary queen of scots._ the sightless milton, with his hair around his placid temples curled; and shakespeare at his side,--a freight, if clay could think and mind were weight, for him who bore the world! _the italian itinerant._ meek nature's evening comment on the shows that for oblivion take their daily birth from all the fuming vanities of earth. _sky-prospect from the plain of france._ turning, for them who pass, the common dust of servile opportunity to gold. _desultory stanza._ babylon, learned and wise, hath perished utterly, nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh that would lament her. _ecclesiastical sonnets. part i. xxv. missions and travels._ as thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear into the avon, avon to the tide of severn, severn to the narrow seas, into main ocean they, this deed accursed an emblem yields to friends and enemies how the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified by truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed.[ - ] _ecclesiastical sonnets. part ii. xvii. to wickliffe._ the feather, whence the pen was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, dropped from an angel's wing.[ - ] _ecclesiastical sonnets. part iii. v. walton's book of lives._ meek walton's heavenly memory. _ecclesiastical sonnets. part iii. v. walton's book of lives._ but who would force the soul tilts with a straw against a champion cased in adamant. _ecclesiastical sonnets. part iii. vii. persecution of the scottish covenanters._ where music dwells lingering and wandering on as loth to die, like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof that they were born for immortality. _ecclesiastical sonnets. part iii. xliii. inside of king's chapel, cambridge._ or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast false fires, that others may be lost. _to the lady fleming._ but hushed be every thought that springs from out the bitterness of things. _elegiac stanzas. addressed to sir g. h. b._ to the solid ground of nature trusts the mind that builds for aye. _a volant tribe of bards on earth._ soft is the music that would charm forever; the flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly. _not love, not war._ true beauty dwells in deep retreats, whose veil is unremoved till heart with heart in concord beats, and the lover is beloved. _to ----. let other bards of angels sing._ type of the wise who soar but never roam, true to the kindred points of heaven and home. _to a skylark._ a briton even in love should be a subject, not a slave! _ere with cold beads of midnight dew._ scorn not the sonnet. critic, you have frowned, mindless of its just honours; with this key shakespeare unlocked his heart.[ - ] _scorn not the sonnet._ and when a damp fell round the path of milton, in his hand the thing became a trumpet; whence he blew soul-animating strains,--alas! too few. _scorn not the sonnet._ but he is risen, a later star of dawn. _a morning exercise._ bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. _a morning exercise._ when his veering gait and every motion of his starry train seem governed by a strain of music, audible to him alone. _the triad._ alas! how little can a moment show of an eye where feeling plays in ten thousand dewy rays: a face o'er which a thousand shadows go! _the triad._ stern winter loves a dirge-like sound. _on the power of sound. xii._ the bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, that no philosophy can lift. _presentiments._ nature's old felicities. _the trosachs._ myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour have passed away; less happy than the one that by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove the tender charm of poetry and love. _poems composed during a tour in the summer of . xxxvii._ small service is true service while it lasts. of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: the daisy, by the shadow that it casts, protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. _to a child. written in her album._ since every mortal power of coleridge was frozen at its marvellous source, the rapt one, of the godlike forehead, the heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: and lamb, the frolic and the gentle, has vanished from his lonely hearth. _extempore effusion upon the death of james hogg._ how fast has brother followed brother, from sunshine to the sunless land! _extempore effusion upon the death of james hogg._ those old credulities, to nature dear, shall they no longer bloom upon the stock of history? _memorials of a tour in italy. iv._ how does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold? because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. _a poet! he hath put his heart to school._ minds that have nothing to confer find little to perceive. _yes, thou art fair._ footnotes: [ - ] coleridge said to wordsworth ("memoirs" by his nephew, vol. ii. p. ), "since milton, i know of no poet with so many _felicities_ and unforgettable lines and stanzas as you." [ - ] the intellectual power, through words and things, went sounding on a dim and perilous way! _the excursion, book iii._ [ - ] the original edition (london, , vo) had the following as the fourth stanza from the end of part i., which was omitted in all subsequent editions:-- is it a party in a parlour? crammed just as they on earth were crammed,-- some sipping punch, some sipping tea, but, as you by their faces see, all silent and all damned. [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see gray, page . [ - ] it was on this occasion [the failure in energy of lord mar at the battle of sheriffmuir] that gordon of glenbucket made the celebrated exclamation, "oh for an hour of dundee!"--mahon: _history of england, vol. i. p. ._ oh for one hour of blind old dandolo, the octogenarian chief, byzantium's conquering foe! byron: _childe harold, canto iv. stanza ._ [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see collins, page . [ - ] this line is from sir john beaumont's "battle of bosworth field." [ - ] heaven gives its favourites--early death.--byron: _childe harold, canto iv. stanza ._ also _don juan, canto iv. stanza ._ quem di diligunt adolescens moritur (he whom the gods favor dies in youth). plautus: _bacchides, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] see page . [ - ] but i have sinuous shells of pearly hue; . . . . . shake one, and it awakens; then apply its polisht lips to your attentive ear, and it remembers its august abodes, and murmurs as the ocean murmurs there. landor: _gebir, book v._ [ - ] an instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars.--coleridge: _the friend, no. ._ [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] another and the same.--darwin: _the botanic garden._ [ - ] in obedience to the order of the council of constance ( ), the remains of wickliffe were exhumed and burned to ashes, and these cast into the swift, a neighbouring brook running hard by; and "thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into avon, avon into severn, severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean. and thus the ashes of wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over."--fuller: _church history, sect. ii. book iv. paragraph ._ what heraclitus would not laugh, or what democritus would not weep? . . . for though they digged up his body, burned his bones, and drowned his ashes, yet the word of god and truth of his doctrine, with the fruit and success thereof, they could not burn.--fox: _book of martyrs, vol. i. p. _ (edition, ). "some prophet of that day said,-- "'the avon to the severn runs, the severn to the sea; and wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad wide as the waters be.'" daniel webster: _address before the sons of new hampshire, ._ these lines are similarly quoted by the rev. john cumming in the "voices of the dead." [ - ] the pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing made of a quill from an angel's wing. henry constable: _sonnet._ whose noble praise deserves a quill pluckt from an angel's wing. dorothy berry: _sonnet._ [ - ] with this same key shakespeare unlocked his heart. browning: _house._ sir walter scott. - . such is the custom of branksome hall. _lay of the last minstrel. canto i. stanza ._ if thou would'st view fair melrose aright, go visit it by the pale moonlight. _lay of the last minstrel. canto ii. stanza ._ o fading honours of the dead! o high ambition, lowly laid! _lay of the last minstrel. canto ii. stanza ._ i was not always a man of woe. _lay of the last minstrel. canto ii. stanza ._ i cannot tell how the truth may be; i say the tale as 't was said to me. _lay of the last minstrel. canto ii. stanza ._ in peace, love tunes the shepherd's reed; in war, he mounts the warrior's steed; in halls, in gay attire is seen; in hamlets, dances on the green. love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below and saints above; for love is heaven, and heaven is love. _lay of the last minstrel. canto iii. stanza ._ her blue eyes sought the west afar, for lovers love the western star. _lay of the last minstrel. canto iii. stanza ._ along thy wild and willow'd shore. _lay of the last minstrel. canto iv. stanza ._ ne'er was flattery lost on poet's ear; a simple race! they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile. _lay of the last minstrel. canto iv. stanza ._ call it not vain: they do not err who say that when the poet dies mute nature mourns her worshipper, and celebrates his obsequies. _lay of the last minstrel. canto v. stanza ._ true love 's the gift which god has given to man alone beneath the heaven: it is not fantasy's hot fire, whose wishes soon as granted fly; it liveth not in fierce desire, with dead desire it doth not die; it is the secret sympathy, the silver link, the silken tie, which heart to heart and mind to mind in body and in soul can bind. _lay of the last minstrel. canto v. stanza ._ breathes there the man with soul so dead who never to himself hath said, this is my own, my native land! whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd[ - ] as home his footsteps he hath turn'd from wandering on a foreign strand? if such there breathe, go, mark him well! for him no minstrel raptures swell; high though his titles, proud his name, boundless his wealth as wish can claim,-- despite those titles, power, and pelf, the wretch, concentred all in self, living, shall forfeit fair renown, and, doubly dying, shall go down to the vile dust from whence he sprung, unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.[ - ] _lay of the last minstrel. canto vi. stanza ._ o caledonia! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child! land of brown heath and shaggy wood; land of the mountain and the flood! _lay of the last minstrel. canto vi. stanza ._ profan'd the god-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line. _marmion. introduction to canto i._ just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, when thought is speech, and speech is truth. _marmion. introduction to canto ii._ when, musing on companions gone, we doubly feel ourselves alone. _marmion. introduction to canto ii._ 't is an old tale and often told; but did my fate and wish agree, ne'er had been read, in story old, of maiden true betray'd for gold, that loved, or was avenged, like me. _marmion. canto ii. stanza ._ when prussia hurried to the field, and snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.[ - ] _marmion. introduction to canto iii._ in the lost battle, borne down by the flying, where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying. _marmion. canto iii. stanza ._ where 's the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land? _marmion. canto iv. stanza ._ lightly from fair to fair he flew, and loved to plead, lament, and sue; suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, for monarchs seldom sigh in vain. _marmion. canto v. stanza ._ with a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.[ - ] _marmion. canto v. stanza ._ but woe awaits a country when she sees the tears of bearded men. _marmion. canto v. stanza ._ and dar'st thou then to beard the lion in his den, the douglas in his hall? _marmion. canto vi. stanza ._ oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive! _marmion. canto vi. stanza ._ o woman! in our hours of ease uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light quivering aspen made; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou![ - ] _marmion. canto vi. stanza ._ "charge, chester, charge! on, stanley, on!" were the last words of marmion. _marmion. canto vi. stanza ._ oh for a blast of that dread horn[ - ] on fontarabian echoes borne! _marmion. canto vi. stanza ._ to all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. _l' envoy. to the reader._ in listening mood she seemed to stand, the guardian naiad of the strand. _lady of the lake. canto i. stanza ._ and ne'er did grecian chisel trace a nymph, a naiad, or a grace of finer form or lovelier face. _lady of the lake. canto i. stanza ._ a foot more light, a step more true, ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew. _lady of the lake. canto i. stanza ._ on his bold visage middle age had slightly press'd its signet sage, yet had not quench'd the open truth and fiery vehemence of youth: forward and frolic glee was there, the will to do, the soul to dare. _lady of the lake. canto i. stanza ._ sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil nor night of waking. _lady of the lake. canto i. stanza ._ hail to the chief who in triumph advances! _lady of the lake. canto ii. stanza ._ some feelings are to mortals given with less of earth in them than heaven. _lady of the lake. canto ii. stanza ._ time rolls his ceaseless course. _lady of the lake. canto iii. stanza ._ like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and forever! _lady of the lake. canto iii. stanza ._ the rose is fairest when 't is budding new, and hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. the rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, and love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears. _lady of the lake. canto iv. stanza ._ art thou a friend to roderick? _lady of the lake. canto iv. stanza ._ come one, come all! this rock shall fly from its firm base as soon as i. _lady of the lake. canto v. stanza ._ and the stern joy which warriors feel in foemen worthy of their steel. _lady of the lake. canto v. stanza ._ who o'er the herd would wish to reign, fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! vain as the leaf upon the stream, and fickle as a changeful dream; fantastic as a woman's mood, and fierce as frenzy's fever'd blood. thou many-headed monster[ - ] thing, oh who would wish to be thy king! _lady of the lake. canto v. stanza ._ where, where was roderick then? one blast upon his bugle horn were worth a thousand men. _lady of the lake. canto vi. stanza ._ in man's most dark extremity oft succour dawns from heaven. _lord of the isles. canto i. stanza ._ spangling the wave with lights as vain as pleasures in the vale of pain, that dazzle as they fade. _lord of the isles. canto i. stanza ._ oh, many a shaft at random sent finds mark the archer little meant! and many a word at random spoken may soothe, or wound, a heart that 's broken! _lord of the isles. canto v. stanza ._ where lives the man that has not tried how mirth can into folly glide, and folly into sin! _bridal of triermain. canto i. stanza ._ still are the thoughts to memory dear. _rokeby. canto i. stanza ._ a mother's pride, a father's joy. _rokeby. canto iii. stanza ._ oh, brignall banks are wild and fair, and greta woods are green, and you may gather garlands there would grace a summer's queen. _rokeby. canto iii. stanza ._ thus aged men, full loth and slow, the vanities of life forego, and count their youthful follies o'er, till memory lends her light no more. _rokeby. canto v. stanza ._ no pale gradations quench his ray, no twilight dews his wrath allay. _rokeby. canto vi. stanza ._ come as the winds come, when forests are rended; come as the waves come, when navies are stranded. _pibroch of donald dhu._ a lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect. _guy mannering. chap. xxxvii._ bluid is thicker than water.[ - ] _guy mannering. chap. xxxviii._ it 's no fish ye 're buying, it 's men's lives.[ - ] _the antiquary. chap. xi._ when israel, of the lord belov'd, out of the land of bondage came, her fathers' god before her mov'd, an awful guide in smoke and flame. _ivanhoe. chap. xxxix._ sea of upturned faces.[ - ] _rob roy. chap. xx._ there 's a gude time coming. _rob roy. chap. xxxii._ my foot is on my native heath, and my name is macgregor. _rob roy. chap. xxxiv._ scared out of his seven senses.[ - ] _rob roy. chap. xxxiv._ sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! to all the sensual world proclaim, one crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name. _old mortality. chap. xxxiv._ the happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.[ - ] _answer to the author of waverley to the letter of captain clutterbuck. the monastery._ within that awful volume lies the mystery of mysteries! _the monastery. chap. xii._ and better had they ne'er been born, who read to doubt, or read to scorn. _the monastery. chap. xii._ ah, county guy, the hour is nigh, the sun has left the lea. the orange flower perfumes the bower, the breeze is on the sea. _quentin durward. chap. iv._ widowed wife and wedded maid. _the betrothed. chap. xv._ woman's faith and woman's trust, write the characters in dust. _the betrothed. chap. xx._ i am she, o most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.[ - ] _the betrothed. chap. xxviii._ but with the morning cool reflection came.[ - ] _chronicles of the canongate. chap. iv._ what can they see in the longest kingly line in europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?[ - ] _woodstock. chap. xxxvii._ the playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of hamlet, the character of the prince of denmark being left out. _the talisman. introduction._ rouse the lion from his lair. _the talisman. chap. vi._ jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, jock, when ye 're sleeping.[ - ] _the heart of midlothian. chap. viii._ fat, fair, and forty.[ - ] _st. ronan's well. chap. vii._ "lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived from the fate of dr. lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in charles the first's time. _peveril of the peak. chap. xlii._ although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.[ - ] _life of napoleon._ the sun never sets on the immense empire of charles v.[ - ] _life of napoleon._ (february, .) footnotes: [ - ] did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us by the way?--_luke xxiv. ._ hath not thy heart within thee burned at evening's calm and holy hour? s. g. bulfinch: _the voice of god in the garden._ [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see freneau, page . [ - ] reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye.--lover: _rory o'more._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . scott, writing to southey in , said: "a witty rogue the other day, who sent me a letter signed detector, proved me guilty of stealing a passage from one of vida's latin poems, which i had never seen or heard of." the passage alleged to be stolen ends with,-- "when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou!" which in vida "ad eranen," el. ii. v. , ran,-- "cum dolor atque supercilio gravis imminet angor, fungeris angelico sola ministerio." "it is almost needless to add," says mr. lockhart, "there are no such lines."--_life of scott, vol. iii. p. ._ (american edition.) [ - ] oh for the voice of that wild horn!--_rob roy, chap. ii._ [ - ] see massinger, page . [ - ] this proverb, so frequently ascribed to scott, is a common proverb of the seventeenth century. it is found in ray and other collections of proverbs. [ - ] it is not linen you 're wearing out, but human creatures's lives. hood: _song of the shirt._ [ - ] daniel webster: _speech, sept. , ._ [ - ] huzzaed out of my seven senses.--_spectator, no. , nov. , ._ [ - ] fearful concatenation of circumstances.--daniel webster: _argument on the murder of captain white, ._ fortuitous combination of circumstances.--dickens: _our mutual friend, vol. ii. chap. vii._ (american edition). [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] see rowe, page . [ - ] le premier qui fut roi, fut un soldat heureux: qui sert bien son pays, n'a pas besoin d'aïeux (the first who was king was a successful soldier. he who serves well his country has no need of ancestors).--voltaire: _merope, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] the very words of a highland laird, while on his death-bed, to his son. [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] a power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of england.--daniel webster: _speech, may , ._ why should the brave spanish soldier brag the sun never sets in the spanish dominions, but ever shineth on one part or other we have conquered for our king?--captain john smith: _advertisements for the unexperienced, &c._ (mass. hist. soc. coll., third series, vol. iii. p. ). it may be said of them (the hollanders) as of the spaniards, that the sun never sets on their dominions.--gage: _new survey of the west indies. epistle dedicatory._ (london, .) i am called the richest monarch in the christian world; the sun in my dominions never sets. schiller: _don karlos, act. i. sc. ._ altera figlia di quel monarca, a cui nè anco, quando annotta il sol tramonta (the proud daughter of that monarch to whom when it grows dark [elsewhere] the sun never sets).--guarini: _pastor fido_ ( ). on the marriage of the duke of savoy with catherine of austria. james montgomery. - . when the good man yields his breath (for the good man never dies).[ - ] _the wanderer of switzerland. part v._ gashed with honourable scars, low in glory's lap they lie; though they fell, they fell like stars, streaming splendour through the sky. _the battle of alexandria._ distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea. _the ocean. line ._ once, in the flight of ages past, there lived a man. _the common lot._ counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more. _the west indies. part iii._ hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.[ - ] _the world before the flood. canto v._ joys too exquisite to last, and yet _more_ exquisite when past. _the little cloud._ bliss in possession will not last; remembered joys are never past; at once the fountain, stream, and sea, they were, they are, they yet shall be. _the little cloud._ friend after friend departs; who hath not lost a friend? there is no union here of hearts that finds not here an end. _friends._ nor sink those stars in empty night: they hide themselves in heaven's own light. _friends._ 't is not the whole of life to live, nor all of death to die. _the issues of life and death._ beyond this vale of tears there is a life above, unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love. _the issues of life and death._ night is the time to weep, to wet with unseen tears those graves of memory where sleep the joys of other years. _the issues of life and death._ who that hath ever been could bear to be no more? yet who would tread again the scene he trod through life before? _the falling leaf._ here in the body pent, absent from him i roam, yet nightly pitch my moving tent a day's march nearer home. _at home in heaven._ if god hath made this world so fair, where sin and death abound, how beautiful beyond compare will paradise be found! _the earth full of god's goodness._ return unto thy rest, my soul, from all the wanderings of thy thought, from sickness unto death made whole, safe through a thousand perils brought. _rest for the soul._ prayer is the soul's sincere desire, uttered or unexpressed,-- the motion of a hidden fire that trembles in the breast. _what is prayer?_ prayer is the burden of a sigh, the falling of a tear, the upward glancing of an eye when none but god is near. _what is prayer?_ footnotes: [ - ] thnêskein mê lege tous agathous (say not that the good die).--callimachus: _epigram x._ [ - ] see barbauld, page . samuel taylor coleridge. - . he holds him with his glittering eye, and listens like a three years' child.[ - ] _the ancient mariner. part i._ red as a rose is she. _the ancient mariner. part i._ we were the first that ever burst into that silent sea. _the ancient mariner. part ii._ as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean. _the ancient mariner. part ii._ water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink. _the ancient mariner. part ii._ without a breeze, without a tide, she steadies with upright keel. _the ancient mariner. part iii._ the nightmare life-in-death was she. _the ancient mariner. part iii._ the sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: at one stride comes the dark; with far-heard whisper o'er the sea, off shot the spectre-bark. _the ancient mariner. part iii._ and thou art long and lank and brown, as is the ribbed sea-sand.[ - ] _the ancient mariner. part iv._ alone, alone,--all, all alone; alone on a wide, wide sea. _the ancient mariner. part iv._ the moving moon went up the sky, and nowhere did abide; softly she was going up, and a star or two beside. _the ancient mariner. part iv._ a spring of love gush'd from my heart, and i bless'd them unaware. _the ancient mariner. part iv._ oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole. _the ancient mariner. part v._ a noise like of a hidden brook in the leafy month of june, that to the sleeping woods all night singeth a quiet tune. _the ancient mariner. part v._ like one that on a lonesome road doth walk in fear and dread, and having once turned round walks on, and turns no more his head, because he knows a frightful fiend doth close behind him tread. _the ancient mariner. part vi._ so lonely 't was, that god himself scarce seemed there to be. _the ancient mariner. part vii._ he prayeth well who loveth well both man and bird and beast. _the ancient mariner. part vii._ he prayeth best who loveth best all things both great and small. _the ancient mariner. part vii._ a sadder and a wiser man, he rose the morrow morn. _the ancient mariner. part vii._ and the spring comes slowly up this way. _christabel. part i._ a lady richly clad as she, beautiful exceedingly. _christabel. part i._ carv'd with figures strange and sweet, all made out of the carver's brain. _christabel. part i._ her gentle limbs did she undress, and lay down in her loveliness. _christabel. part i._ a sight to dream of, not to tell! _christabel. part i._ that saints will aid if men will call; for the blue sky bends over all! _christabel. conclusion to part i._ each matin bell, the baron saith, knells us back to a world of death. _christabel. part ii._ her face, oh call it fair, not pale! _christabel. part ii._ alas! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth, and constancy lives in realms above; and life is thorny, and youth is vain, and to be wroth with one we love doth work like madness in the brain. _christabel. part ii._ they stood aloof, the scars remaining,-- like cliffs which had been rent asunder: a dreary sea now flows between. _christabel. part ii._ perhaps 't is pretty to force together thoughts so all unlike each other; to mutter and mock a broken charm, to dally with wrong that does no harm. _christabel. conclusion to part ii._ in xanadu did kubla khan a stately pleasure-dome decree, where alph, the sacred river, ran through caverns measureless to man down to a sunless sea. _kubla khan._ ancestral voices prophesying war. _kubla khan._ a damsel with a dulcimer in a vision once i saw: it was an abyssinian maid, and on her dulcimer she played, singing of mount abora. _kubla khan._ for he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of paradise. _kubla khan._ ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, death came with friendly care; the opening bud to heaven conveyed, and bade it blossom there. _epitaph on an infant._ yes, while i stood and gazed, my temples bare, and shot my being through earth, sea, and air, possessing all things with intensest love, o liberty! my spirit felt thee there. _france. an ode. v._ forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place (portentous sight!) the owlet atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fring'd lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in heaven cries out, "where is it?" _fears in solitude._ and the devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.[ - ] _the devil's thoughts._ all thoughts, all passions, all delights, whatever stirs this mortal frame, all are but ministers of love, and feed his sacred flame. _love._ blest hour! it was a luxury--to be! _reflections on having left a place of retirement._ a charm for thee, my gentle-hearted charles, to whom no sound is dissonant which tells of life. _this lime-tree bower my prison._ hast thou a charm to stay the morning star in his steep course? _hymn in the vale of chamouni._ risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. _hymn in the vale of chamouni._ motionless torrents! silent cataracts! _hymn in the vale of chamouni._ ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost. _hymn in the vale of chamouni._ earth with her thousand voices praises god. _hymn in the vale of chamouni._ tranquillity! thou better name than all the family of fame. _ode to tranquillity._ the grand old ballad of sir patrick spence. _dejection. an ode. stanza ._ joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. we in ourselves rejoice! and thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, all melodies the echoes of that voice, all colours a suffusion from that light. _dejection. an ode. stanza ._ a mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive. _the three graves._ never, believe me, appear the immortals, never alone. _the visit of the gods._ (imitated from schiller.) joy rises in me, like a summer's morn. _a christmas carol. viii._ the knight's bones are dust, and his good sword rust; his soul is with the saints, i trust. _the knight's tomb._ it sounds like stories from the land of spirits if any man obtains that which he merits, or any merit that which he obtains. . . . . . . . . . greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! hath he not always treasures, always friends, the good great man? three treasures,--love and light, and calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; and three firm friends, more sure than day and night,-- himself, his maker, and the angel death. _complaint. ed. . the good great man. ed. ._ my eyes make pictures when they are shut. _a day-dream._ to know, to esteem, to love, and then to part, makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart! _on taking leave of ----, ._ in many ways doth the full heart reveal the presence of the love it would conceal. _motto to poems written in later life._ nought cared this body for wind or weather when youth and i lived in 't together. _youth and age._ flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; friendship is a sheltering tree; oh the joys that came down shower-like, of friendship, love, and liberty, ere i was old! _youth and age._ i have heard of reasons manifold why love must needs be blind, but this the best of all i hold,-- his eyes are in his mind.[ - ] _to a lady, offended by a sportive observation._ what outward form and feature are he guesseth but in part; but what within is good and fair he seeth with the heart. _to a lady, offended by a sportive observation._ be that blind bard who on the chian strand, by those deep sounds possessed with inward light, beheld the iliad and the odyssey rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.[ - ] _fancy in nubibus._ i counted two-and-seventy stenches, all well defined, and several stinks. _cologne._ the river rhine, it is well known, doth wash your city of cologne; but tell me, nymphs! what power divine shall henceforth wash the river rhine? _cologne._ strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows; nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean. _the homeric hexameter._ (translated from schiller.) in the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column, in the pentameter aye falling in melody back. _the ovidian elegiac metre._ (from schiller.) i stood in unimaginable trance and agony that cannot be remembered. _remorse. act iv. sc. ._ the intelligible forms of ancient poets, the fair humanities of old religion, the power, the beauty, and the majesty that had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, or chasms and watery depths,--all these have vanished; they live no longer in the faith of reason. _wallenstein. part i. act ii. sc. ._ (translated from schiller.) i 've lived and loved. _wallenstein. part i. act ii. sc. ._ clothing the palpable and familiar with golden exhalations of the dawn. _the death of wallenstein. act i. sc. ._ often do the spirits of great events stride on before the events, and in to-day already walks to-morrow.[ - ] _the death of wallenstein. act v. sc. ._ our myriad-minded shakespeare.[ - ] _biog. lit. chap. xv._ a dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's shoulder to mount on.[ - ] _the friend. sec. i. essay ._ an instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries, with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and star.[ - ] _ibid., no. ._ reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, if they could; they have tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed; therefore they turn critics.[ - ] _lectures on shakespeare and milton, p. . delivered - ._ schiller has the material sublime. _table talk._ i wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,--words in their best order; poetry,--the best words in their best order. _table talk._ that passage is what i call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense. _table talk._ iago's soliloquy, the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity--how awful it is! _notes on some other plays of shakespeare._ footnotes: [ - ] wordsworth, in his notes to "we are seven," claims to have written this line. [ - ] coleridge says: "for these lines i am indebted to mr. wordsworth." [ - ] his favourite sin is pride that apes humility. southey: _the devil's walk._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] and iliad and odyssey rose to the music of the sea. _thalatta, p. ._ (from the german of stolberg.) [ - ] sed ita a principio inchoatum esse mundum ut certis rebus certa signa præcurrerent (thus in the beginning the world was so made that certain signs come before certain events).--cicero: _divinatione, liber i. cap. ._ coming events cast their shadows before.--campbell: _lochiel's warning._ poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.--shelley: _a defence of poetry._ [ - ] "a phrase," says coleridge, "which i have borrowed from a greek monk, who applies it to a patriarch of constantinople." [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see wordsworth, page . [ - ] reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. as a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic.--shelley: _fragments of adonais._ you know who critics are? the men who have failed in literature and art.--disraeli: _lothair, chap. xxxv._ josiah quincy. - if this bill [for the admission of orleans territory as a state] passes, it is my deliberate opinion that it is virtually a dissolution of the union; that it will free the states from their moral obligation; and, as it will be the right of all, so it will be the duty of some, definitely to prepare for a separation,--amicably if they can, violently if they must.[ - ] _abridged cong. debates, jan. , . vol. iv. p. ._ footnotes: [ - ] the gentleman [mr. quincy] cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this house, "peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must."--henry clay: _speech, jan. , ._ robert southey. - . "you are old, father william," the young man cried, "the few locks which are left you are gray; you are hale, father william, a hearty old man,-- now tell me the reason i pray." _the old man's comforts, and how he gained them._ the march of intellect.[ - ] _colloquies on the progress and prospects of society. vol. ii. p. . the doctor, chap. extraordinary._ the laws are with us, and god on our side. _on the rise and progress of popular disaffection_ ( ), _essay viii. vol. ii. p. ._ agreed to differ. _life of wesley._ my days among the dead are passed; around me i behold, where'er these casual eyes are cast, the mighty minds of old; my never-failing friends are they, with whom i converse day by day. _occasional pieces. xxiii._ how does the water come down at lodore? _the cataract of lodore._ so i told them in rhyme, for of rhymes i had store. _the cataract of lodore._ through moss and through brake. _the cataract of lodore._ helter-skelter, hurry-scurry. _the cataract of lodore._ a sight to delight in. _the cataract of lodore._ and so never ending, but always descending. _the cataract of lodore._ and this way the water comes down at lodore. _the cataract of lodore._ from his brimstone bed, at break of day, a-walking the devil is gone, to look at his little snug farm of the world, and see how his stock went on. _the devil's walk. stanza ._ he passed a cottage with a double coach-house,-- a cottage of gentility; and he owned with a grin, that his favourite sin is pride that apes humility.[ - ] _the devil's walk. stanza ._ where washington hath left his awful memory a light for after times! _ode written during the war with america, ._ how beautiful is night! a dewy freshness fills the silent air; no mist obscures; nor cloud, or speck, nor stain, breaks the serene of heaven: in full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine rolls through the dark blue depths; beneath her steady ray the desert circle spreads like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. how beautiful is night! _thalaba. book i. stanza ._ "but what good came of it at last?" quoth little peterkin. "why, that i cannot tell," said he; "but 't was a famous victory." _the battle of blenheim._ blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.[ - ] _madoc in wales. part i. ._ what will not woman, gentle woman dare, when strong affection stirs her spirit up? _madoc in wales. part ii. ._ and last of all an admiral came, a terrible man with a terrible name,-- a name which you all know by sight very well, but which no one can speak, and no one can spell. _the march to moscow. stanza ._ they sin who tell us love can die; with life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity. . . . . . love is indestructible, its holy flame forever burneth; from heaven it came, to heaven returneth. . . . . . it soweth here with toil and care, but the harvest-time of love is there. _the curse of kehama. canto x. stanza ._ oh, when a mother meets on high the babe she lost in infancy, hath she not then for pains and fears, the day of woe, the watchful night, for all her sorrow, all her tears, an over-payment of delight? _the curse of kehama. canto x. stanza ._ thou hast been called, o sleep! the friend of woe; but 't is the happy that have called thee so. _the curse of kehama. canto xv. stanza ._ the satanic school. _vision of judgment. original preface._ footnotes: [ - ] see burke, page . [ - ] see coleridge, page . [ - ] "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue," as some one somewhere sings about the sky. byron: _don juan, canto iv. stanza ._ charles lamb. - . the red-letter days now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days. _oxford in the vacation._ for with g. d., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the lord. _oxford in the vacation._ a clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game. _mrs. battle's opinions on whist._ sentimentally i am disposed to harmony; but organically i am incapable of a tune. _a chapter on ears._ not if i know myself at all. _the old and new schoolmaster._ it is good to love the unknown. _valentine's day._ the pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (i know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling--a homely fancy, but i judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy. _my first play._ presents, i often say, endear absents. _a dissertation upon roast pig._ it argues an insensibility. _a dissertation upon roast pig._ books which are no books. _detached thoughts on books._ your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it. _amicus redivivus._ gone before to that unknown and silent shore. _hester. stanza ._ i have had playmates, i have had companions, in my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days. all, all are gone, the old familiar faces. _old familiar faces._ for thy sake, tobacco, i would do anything but die. _a farewell to tobacco._ and half had staggered that stout stagirite. _written at cambridge._ who first invented work, and bound the free and holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . . . . . . to that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . . . . . . sabbathless satan! _work._ i like you and your book, ingenious hone! in whose capacious all-embracing leaves the very marrow of tradition 's shown; and all that history, much that fiction weaves. _to the editor of the every-day book._ he might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society. _captain starkey._ neat, not gaudy.[ - ] _letter to wordsworth, ._ martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold! _lamb's suppers._ returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with mr. gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at kentish town. a woman asked the coachman, "are you full inside?" upon which lamb put his head through the window and said, "i am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at mr. gilman's did the business for me." _autobiographical recollections._ (leslie.) footnotes: [ - ] see shakespeare, page . james smith. - . no drury lane for you to-day. _rejected addresses. the baby's début._ i saw them go: one horse was blind, the tails of both hung down behind, their shoes were on their feet. _rejected addresses. the baby's début._ lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait. _the theatre._ william pitt. ---- - . a strong nor'-wester 's blowing, bill! hark! don't ye hear it roar now? lord help 'em, how i pities them unhappy folks on shore now! _the sailor's consolation._ my eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots about their heads are flying! _the sailor's consolation._ walter savage landor. - . rose aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes may weep, but never see, a night of memories and of sighs i consecrate to thee. _rose aylmer._ wearers of rings and chains! pray do not take the pains to set me right. in vain my faults ye quote; i write as others wrote on sunium's hight. _the last fruit of an old tree. epigram cvi._ shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,[ - ]-- therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee, browning! since chaucer was alive and hale, no man hath walk'd along our roads with steps so active, so inquiring eye, or tongue so varied in discourse. _to robert browning._ the siren waits thee, singing song for song. _to robert browning._ but i have sinuous shells of pearly hue within, and they that lustre have imbibed in the sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked his chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave: shake one, and it awakens; then apply its polisht lips to your attentive ear, and it remembers its august abodes, and murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.[ - ] _gebir. book i._ ( ). past are three summers since she first beheld the ocean; all around the child await some exclamation of amazement here. she coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased, _is this the mighty ocean? is this all?_ that wondrous soul charoba once possest,-- capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold, soul discontented with capacity,-- is gone (i fear) forever. need i say she was enchanted by the wicked spells of gebir, whom with lust of power inflamed the western winds have landed on our coast? i since have watcht her in lone retreat, have heard her sigh and soften out the name.[ - ] _gebir. book ii._ i strove with none, for none was worth my strife; nature i loved; and next to nature, art. i warm'd both hands against the fire of life; it sinks, and i am ready to depart. _dying speech of an old philosopher._ footnotes: [ - ] nor sequent centuries could hit orbit and sum of shakespeare's wit. r. w. emerson: _may-day and other pieces. solution._ [ - ] see wordsworth, page . poor shell! that wordsworth so pounded and flattened in his marsh it no longer had the hoarseness of a sea, but of a hospital.--landor: _letter to john forster._ [ - ] these lines were specially singled out for admiration by shelley, humphrey davy, scott, and many remarkable men.--forster: _life of landor, vol. i. p. ._ thomas campbell. - . 't is distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.[ - ] _pleasures of hope. part i. line ._ but hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind. _pleasures of hope. part i. line ._ o heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save! _pleasures of hope. part i. line ._ hope for a season bade the world farewell, and freedom shriek'd as kosciusko fell![ - ] _pleasures of hope. part i. line ._ on prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, his blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. _pleasures of hope. part i. line ._ and rival all but shakespeare's name below. _pleasures of hope. part i. line ._ who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, the power of grace, the magic of a name? _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ without the smile from partial beauty won, oh what were man?--a world without a sun. _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ the world was sad, the garden was a wild, and man the hermit sigh'd--till woman smiled. _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ while memory watches o'er the sad review of joys that faded like the morning dew. _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ there shall he love when genial morn appears, like pensive beauty smiling in her tears. _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ and muse on nature with a poet's eye. _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ that gems the starry girdle of the year. _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul! _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ o star-eyed science! hast thou wandered there, to waft us home the message of despair? _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ but sad as angels for the good man's sin, weep to record, and blush to give it in.[ - ] _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, but leave, oh leave the light of hope behind! what though my winged hours of bliss have been like angel visits, few and far between.[ - ] _pleasures of hope. part ii. line ._ the hunter and the deer a shade.[ - ] _o'connor's child. stanza ._ another's sword has laid him low, another's and another's; and every hand that dealt the blow-- ah me! it was a brother's! _o'connor's child. stanza ._ 't is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, and coming events cast their shadows before.[ - ] _lochiel's warning._ shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, with his back to the field and his feet to the foe, and leaving in battle no blot on his name, look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame. _lochiel's warning._ and rustic life and poverty grow beautiful beneath his touch. _ode to the memory of burns._ whose lines are mottoes of the heart, whose truths electrify the sage. _ode to the memory of burns._ ye mariners of england, that guard our native seas; whose flag has braved, a thousand years, the battle and the breeze! _ye mariners of england._ britannia needs no bulwarks, no towers along the steep; her march is o'er the mountain waves, her home is on the deep. _ye mariners of england._ when the stormy winds do blow;[ - ] when the battle rages loud and long, and the stormy winds do blow. _ye mariners of england._ the meteor flag of england shall yet terrific burn, till danger's troubled night depart, and the star of peace return. _ye mariners of england._ there was silence deep as death, and the boldest held his breath for a time. _battle of the baltic._ the combat deepens. on, ye brave, who rush to glory or the grave! wave, munich! all thy banners wave, and charge with all thy chivalry! _hohenlinden._ few, few shall part where many meet! the snow shall be their winding-sheet, and every turf beneath their feet shall be a soldier's sepulchre. _hohenlinden._ there came to the beach a poor exile of erin, the dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; for his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing to wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. _the exile of erin._ to bear is to conquer our fate. _on visiting a scene in argyleshire._ the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.[ - ] _the soldier's dream._ in life's morning march, when my bosom was young. _the soldier's dream._ but sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, and the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. _the soldier's dream._ triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky when storms prepare to part, i ask not proud philosophy to teach me what thou art. _to the rainbow._ a stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear. _gertrude of wyoming. part i. stanza ._ o love! in such a wilderness as this. _gertrude of wyoming. part iii. stanza ._ the torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below! _gertrude of wyoming. part iii. stanza ._ again to the battle, achaians! our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! our land, the first garden of liberty's tree, it has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free. _song of the greeks._ drink ye to her that each loves best! and if you nurse a flame that 's told but to her mutual breast, we will not ask her name. _drink ye to her._ to live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. _hallowed ground._ oh leave this barren spot to me! spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree![ - ] _the beech-tree's petition._ footnotes: [ - ] see john webster, page . the mountains too, at a distance, appear airy masses and smooth, but seen near at hand they are rough.--diogenes laertius: _pyrrho, ix._ [ - ] at length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell, and health with boerhaave bade the world farewell. church: _the choice_ ( ). [ - ] see sterne, page . [ - ] see norris, page . [ - ] see freneau, page . [ - ] see coleridge, page . [ - ] when the stormy winds do blow.--martyn parker: _ye gentlemen of england._ [ - ] the starres, bright centinels of the skies.--habington: _castara, dialogue between night and araphil._ [ - ] woodman, spare that tree! touch not a single bough! g. p. morris: _woodman, spare that tree._ henry clay. - . the gentleman [josiah quincy] cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this house, "peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must."[ - ] _speech, ._ government is a trust, and the officers of the government are trustees; and both the trust and the trustees are created for the benefit of the people. _speech at ashland, ky., march, ._ i have heard something said about allegiance to the south. i know no south, no north, no east, no west, to which i owe any allegiance. _speech, ._ sir, i would rather be right than be president. _speech, _ (referring to the compromise measures). footnotes: [ - ] see quincy, page . f. s. key. - . and the star-spangled banner, oh long may it wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! _the star-spangled banner._ praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation![ - ] then conquer we must when our cause it is just, and this be our motto, "in god is our trust!" and the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. _the star-spangled banner._ footnotes: [ - ] it made and preserves us a nation.--morris: _the flag of our union._ horace smith. - . thinking is but an idle waste of thought, and nought is everything and everything is nought. _rejected addresses. cui bono?_ in the name of the prophet--figs. _johnson's ghost._ and thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) in thebes's streets three thousand years ago, when the memnonium was in all its glory. _address to the mummy at belzoni's exhibition._ thomas moore. - . when time who steals our years away shall steal our pleasures too, the mem'ry of the past will stay, and half our joys renew. _song. from juvenile poems._ weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, i 'll taste the luxury of woe. _anacreontic._ where bastard freedom waves the fustian flag in mockery over slaves. _to the lord viscount forbes, written from the city of washington._ how shall we rank thee upon glory's page, thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? _to thomas hume._ i knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd above the green elms, that a cottage was near; and i said, "if there 's peace to be found in the world, a heart that was humble might hope for it here." _ballad stanzas._ faintly as tolls the evening chime, our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. _a canadian boat-song._ row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, the rapids are near, and the daylight 's past. _a canadian boat-song._ the minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them. _preface to corruption and intolerance._ like a young eagle who has lent his plume to fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, see their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart which rank corruption destines for their heart.[ - ] _corruption._ a persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 't is but black eyes and lemonade. _intercepted letters. letter vi._ there was a little man, and he had a little soul; and he said, little soul, let us try, try, try! _little man and little soul._ go where glory waits thee![ - ] but while fame elates thee, oh, still remember me! _go where glory waits thee._ oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid, _oh breathe not his name._ and the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, shall long keep his memory green in our souls. _oh breathe not his name._ the harp that once through tara's halls the soul of music shed, now hangs as mute on tara's walls as if that soul were fled. so sleeps the pride of former days, so glory's thrill is o'er; and hearts that once beat high for praise now feel that pulse no more. _the harp that once through tara's halls._ who ran through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all. _on the death of sheridan._ whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade. _on the death of sheridan._ good at a fight, but better at a play; godlike in giving, but the devil to pay. _on a cast of sheridan's hand._ though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print. _the fudges in england. letter iii._ fly not yet; 't is just the hour when pleasure, like the midnight flower that scorns the eye of vulgar light, begins to bloom for sons of night and maids who love the moon. _fly not yet._ oh stay! oh stay! joy so seldom weaves a chain like this to-night, that oh 't is pain to break its links so soon. _fly not yet._ when did morning ever break, and find such beaming eyes awake? _fly not yet._ and the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns. _oh think not my spirits are always as light._ rich and rare were the gems she wore, and a bright gold ring on her wand she bore. _rich and rare were the gems she wore._ there is not in the wide world a valley so sweet as that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet. _the meeting of the waters._ oh, weep for the hour when to eveleen's bower the lord of the valley with false vows came. _eveleen's bower._ shall i ask the brave soldier who fights by my side in the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? _come, send round the wine._ no, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, but as truly loves on to the close; as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets the same look which she turn'd when he rose. _believe me, if all those endearing young charms._ the moon looks on many brooks "the brook can see no moon but this."[ - ] _while gazing on the moon's light._ and when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, the maiden herself will steal after it soon. _ill omens._ 't is sweet to think that where'er we rove we are sure to find something blissful and dear; and that when we 're far from the lips we love, we 've but to make love to the lips we are near. _'t is sweet to think._ 't is believ'd that this harp which i wake now for thee was a siren of old who sung under the sea. _the origin of the harp._ but there 's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream. _love's young dream._ to live with them is far less sweet than to remember thee.[ - ] _i saw thy form._ eyes of unholy blue. _by that lake whose gloomy shore._ 't is the last rose of summer, left blooming alone. _the last rose of summer._ when true hearts lie wither'd and fond ones are flown, oh, who would inhabit this bleak world alone? _the last rose of summer._ and the best of all ways to lengthen our days is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear. _the young may moon._ you may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, but the scent of the roses will hang round it still. _farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour._ thus, when the lamp that lighted the traveller at first goes out, he feels awhile benighted, and looks around in fear and doubt. but soon, the prospect clearing, by cloudless starlight on he treads, and thinks no lamp so cheering as that light which heaven sheds. _i 'd mourn the hopes._ no eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, all earth forgot, and all heaven around us. _come o'er the sea._ the light that lies in woman's eyes. _the time i 've lost in wooing._ my only books were woman's looks,-- and folly 's all they 've taught me. _the time i 've lost in wooing._ i know not, i ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, i but know that i love thee whatever thou art. _come, rest in this bosom._ to live and die in scenes like this, with some we 've left behind us. _as slow our ship._ wert thou all that i wish thee, great, glorious, and free, first flower of the earth and first gem of the sea. _remember thee._ all that 's bright must fade,-- the brightest still the fleetest; all that 's sweet was made but to be lost when sweetest. _all that 's bright must fade._ those evening bells! those evening bells! how many a tale their music tells of youth and home, and that sweet time when last i heard their soothing chime! _those evening bells._ oft in the stilly night, ere slumber's chain has bound me, fond memory brings the light of other days around me; the smiles, the tears, of boyhood's years, the words of love then spoken; the eyes that shone now dimmed and gone, the cheerful hearts now broken. _oft in the stilly night._ i feel like one who treads alone some banquet-hall deserted, whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead, and all but he departed. _oft in the stilly night._ as half in shade and half in sun this world along its path advances, may that side the sun 's upon be all that e'er shall meet thy glances! _peace be around thee._ if i speak to thee in friendship's name, thou think'st i speak too coldly; if i mention love's devoted flame, thou say'st i speak too boldly. _how shall i woo?_ a friendship that like love is warm; a love like friendship, steady. _how shall i woo?_ the bird let loose in eastern skies, returning fondly home, ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies where idle warblers roam; but high she shoots through air and light, above all low delay, where nothing earthly bounds her flight, nor shadow dims her way. _oh that i had wings._ this world is all a fleeting show, for man's illusion given; the smiles of joy, the tears of woe, deceitful shine, deceitful flow,-- there 's nothing true but heaven. _this world is all a fleeting show._ sound the loud timbrel o'er egypt's dark sea! jehovah has triumph'd,--his people are free. _sound the loud timbrel._ as down in the sunless retreats of the ocean sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, so deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, unheard by the world, rises silent to thee. as still to the star of its worship, though clouded, the needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, so dark when i roam in this wintry world shrouded, the hope of my spirit turns trembling to thee. _the heart's prayer._ here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. _come, ye disconsolate._ oh call it by some better name, for friendship sounds too cold. _oh call it by some better name._ when twilight dews are falling soft upon the rosy sea, love, i watch the star whose beam so oft has lighted me to thee, love. _when twilight dews._ i give thee all,--i can no more, though poor the off'ring be; my heart and lute are all the store that i can bring to thee.[ - ] _my heart and lute._ who has not felt how sadly sweet the dream of home, the dream of home, steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, when far o'er sea or land we roam? _the dream of home._ to greece we give our shining blades. _evenings in greece. first evening._ when thus the heart is in a vein of tender thought, the simplest strain can touch it with peculiar power. _evenings in greece. first evening._ if thou would'st have me sing and play as once i play'd and sung, first take this time-worn lute away, and bring one freshly strung. _if thou would'st have me sing and play._ to sigh, yet feel no pain; to weep, yet scarce know why; to sport an hour with beauty's chain, then throw it idly by. _the blue stocking._ ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! from this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, that shrunk at the first touch of liberty's war, be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains. _on the entry of the austrians into naples, ._ this narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, the past, the future,--two eternities! _lalla rookh. the veiled prophet of khorassan._ but faith, fanatic faith, once wedded fast to some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last. _lalla rookh. the veiled prophet of khorassan._ there 's a bower of roses by bendemeer's stream. _lalla rookh. the veiled prophet of khorassan._ like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, grow pure by being purely shone upon. _lalla rookh. the veiled prophet of khorassan._ one morn a peri at the gate of eden stood disconsolate. _paradise and the peri._ take all the pleasures of all the spheres, and multiply each through endless years,-- one minute of heaven is worth them all. _paradise and the peri._ but the trail of the serpent is over them all. _paradise and the peri._ oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, i 've seen my fondest hopes decay; i never loved a tree or flower but 't was the first to fade away. i never nurs'd a dear gazelle, to glad me with its soft black eye, but when it came to know me well and love me, it was sure to die. _the fire-worshippers._ oh for a tongue to curse the slave whose treason, like a deadly blight, comes o'er the councils of the brave, and blasts them in their hour of might! _the fire-worshippers._ beholding heaven, and feeling hell. _the fire-worshippers._ as sunshine broken in the rill, though turned astray, is sunshine still. _the fire-worshippers._ farewell, farewell to thee, araby's daughter! thus warbled a peri beneath the dark sea. _the fire-worshippers._ alas! how light a cause may move dissension between hearts that love! hearts that the world in vain had tried, and sorrow but more closely tied; that stood the storm when waves were rough, yet in a sunny hour fall off, like ships that have gone down at sea when heaven was all tranquillity. _lalla rookh. the light of the harem._ love on through all ills, and love on till they die. _lalla rookh. the light of the harem._ and oh if there be an elysium on earth, it is this, it is this! _lalla rookh. the light of the harem._ humility, that low, sweet root from which all heavenly virtues shoot. _the loves of the angels. the third angel's story._ footnotes: [ - ] see waller, page . [ - ] this goin ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur.--lowell: _the biglow papers. first series, no. ._ [ - ] this image was suggested by the following thought, which occurs somewhere in sir william jones's works: "the moon looks upon many night-flowers; the night-flower sees but one moon." [ - ] in imitation of shenstone's inscription, "heu! quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse." [ - ] this song was introduced in kemble's "lodoiska," act iii. sc. . lord denman. - . a delusion, a mockery, and a snare. _o'connell v. the queen, clark and finnelly reports._ the mere repetition of the _cantilena_ of lawyers cannot make it law, unless it can be traced to some competent authority; and if it be irreconcilable, to some clear legal principle. _o'connell v. the queen, clark and finnelly reports._ clement c. moore. - . 't was the night before christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse; the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that st. nicholas soon would be there. _a visit from st. nicholas._ lord brougham. - . let the soldier be abroad if he will, he can do nothing in this age. there is another personage,--a personage less imposing in the eyes of some, perhaps insignificant. the schoolmaster is abroad, and i trust to him, armed with his primer, against the soldier in full military array. _speech, jan. , ._ in my mind, he was guilty of no error, he was chargeable with no exaggeration, he was betrayed by his fancy into no metaphor, who once said that all we see about us, kings, lords, and commons, the whole machinery of the state, all the apparatus of the system, and its varied workings, end in simply bringing twelve good men into a box. _present state of the law, feb. , ._ pursuit of knowledge under difficulties.[ - ] death was now armed with a new terror.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] the title given by lord brougham to a book published in . [ - ] brougham delivered a very warm panegyric upon the ex-chancellor, and expressed a hope that he would make a good end, although to an expiring chancellor death was now armed with a new terror.--campbell: _lives of the chancellors, vol. vii. p. ._ lord st. leonards attributes this phrase to sir charles wetherell, who used it on the occasion referred to by lord campbell. from edmund curll's practice of issuing miserable catch-penny lives of every eminent person immediately after his decease, arbuthnot wittily styled him "one of the new terrors of death."--carruthers: _life of pope_ (second edition), _p. _. paul moon james. - . the scene was more beautiful far to the eye than if day in its pride had arrayed it. _the beacon._ and o'er them the lighthouse looked lovely as hope,-- that star of life's tremulous ocean. _the beacon._ charles miner. - . when i see a merchant over-polite to his customers, begging them to taste a little brandy and throwing half his goods on the counter,--thinks i, that man has an axe to grind. _who 'll turn grindstones._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] from "essays from the desk of poor robert the scribe," doylestown, pa., . it first appeared in the "wilkesbarre gleaner," . john c. calhoun. - . the very essence of a free government consists in considering offices as public trusts,[ - ] bestowed for the good of the country, and not for the benefit of an individual or a party. _speech, feb. , ._ a power has risen up in the government greater than the people themselves, consisting of many and various and powerful interests, combined into one mass, and held together by the cohesive power of the vast surplus in the banks.[ - ] _speech, may , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see appendix, page . [ - ] from this comes the phrase, "cohesive power of public plunder." daniel webster. - . (_from webster's works. boston. ._) whatever makes men good christians, makes them good citizens. _speech at plymouth, dec. , ._[ - ] _vol. i. p. ._ we wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to god, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude. we wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country. let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and parting day linger and play on its summit! _address on laying the corner-stone of the bunker hill monument, . p. ._ venerable men! you have come down to us from a former generation. heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives, that you might behold this joyous day. _address on laying the corner-stone of the bunker hill monument, . vol. i. p. ._ mind is the great lever of all things; human thought is the process by which human ends are ultimately answered. _address on laying the corner-stone of the bunker hill monument, . vol. i. p. ._ knowledge, in truth, is the great sun in the firmament. life and power are scattered with all its beams. _address on laying the corner-stone of the bunker hill monument, . vol. i. p. ._ let our object be our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country. _address on laying the corner-stone of the bunker hill monument, . vol. i. p. ._ knowledge is the only fountain both of the love and the principles of human liberty. _completion of bunker hill monument, june , . p. ._ the bible is a book of faith, and a book of doctrine, and a book of morals, and a book of religion, of especial revelation from god. _completion of bunker hill monument, june , . p. ._ america has furnished to the world the character of washington. and if our american institutions had done nothing else, that alone would have entitled them to the respect of mankind. _completion of bunker hill monument, june , . p. ._ thank god! i--i also--am an american! _completion of bunker hill monument, june , . p. ._ sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, i give my hand and my heart to this vote.[ - ] _eulogy on adams and jefferson, aug. , . p. ._ it is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of god it shall be my dying sentiment,--independence now and independence forever.[ - ] _eulogy on adams and jefferson, aug. , . vol. i. p. ._ although no sculptured marble should rise to their memory, nor engraved stone bear record of their deeds, yet will their remembrance be as lasting as the land they honored. _eulogy on adams and jefferson, aug. , . vol. i. p. ._ washington is in the clear upper sky.[ - ] _eulogy on adams and jefferson, aug. , . vol. i. p. ._ he smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. he touched the dead corpse of public credit, and it sprung upon its feet.[ - ] _speech on hamilton, march , . p. ._ one country, one constitution, one destiny. _speech, march , . p. ._ when tillage begins, other arts follow. the farmers therefore are the founders of human civilization. _remarks on agriculture, jan. , . p. ._ sea of upturned faces.[ - ] _speech, sept. , . vol. ii. p. ._ justice, sir, is the great interest of man on earth. _on mr. justice story, . p. ._ liberty exists in proportion to wholesome restraint. _speech at the charleston bar dinner, may , . vol. ii. p. ._ the law: it has honored us; may we honor it. _toast at the charleston bar dinner, may , . vol. ii. p. ._ i have read their platform, and though i think there are some unsound places in it, i can stand upon it pretty well. but i see nothing in it both new and valuable. "what is valuable is not new, and what is new is not valuable." _speech at marshfield, sept. , . p. ._ labour in this country is independent and proud. it has not to ask the patronage of capital, but capital solicits the aid of labor. _speech, april, . vol. iii. p. ._ the gentleman has not seen how to reply to this, otherwise than by supposing me to have advanced the doctrine that a national debt is a national blessing.[ - ] _second speech on foot's resolution, jan. , . p. ._ i thank god, that if i am gifted with little of the spirit which is able to raise mortals to the skies, i have yet none, as i trust, of that other spirit which would drag angels down. _second speech on foot's resolution, jan. , . p. ._ i shall enter on no encomium upon massachusetts; she needs none. there she is. behold her, and judge for yourselves. there is her history; the world knows it by heart. the past, at least, is secure. there is boston and concord and lexington and bunker hill; and there they will remain forever. _second speech on foot's resolution, jan. , . p. ._ the people's government, made for the people, made by the people, and answerable to the people.[ - ] _second speech on foot's resolution, jan. , . p. ._ when my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may i not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious union; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood. _second speech on foot's resolution, jan. , . vol. iii. p. ._ liberty and union, now and forever, one and inseparable. _second speech on foot's resolution, jan. , . vol. iii. p. ._ god grants liberty only to those who love it, and are always ready to guard and defend it. _speech, june , . vol. iv. p. ._ on this question of principle, while actual suffering was yet afar off, they [the colonies] raised their flag against a power to which, for purposes of foreign conquest and subjugation, rome in the height of her glory is not to be compared,--a power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun,[ - ] and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of england.[ - ] _speech, may , . p. ._ inconsistencies of opinion, arising from changes of circumstances, are often justifiable. _speech, july and , . vol. v. p. ._ i was born an american; i will live an american; i shall die an american.[ - ] _speech, july , . p. ._ there is no refuge from confession but suicide; and suicide is confession. _argument on the murder of captain white, april , . vol. vi. p. ._ there is nothing so powerful as truth,--and often nothing so strange. _argument on the murder of captain white. vol. vi. p. ._ fearful concatenation of circumstances.[ - ] _argument on the murder of captain white. vol. vi. p. ._ a sense of duty pursues us ever. it is omnipresent, like the deity. if we take to ourselves the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, duty performed or duty violated is still with us, for our happiness or our misery. if we say the darkness shall cover us, in the darkness as in the light our obligations are yet with us. _argument on the murder of captain white. vol. vi. p. ._ i shall defer my visit to faneuil hall, the cradle of american liberty, until its doors shall fly open on golden hinges to lovers of union as well as lovers of liberty.[ - ] _letter, april, ._ footnotes: [ - ] this oration will be read five hundred years hence with as much rapture as it was heard. it ought to be read at the end of every century, and indeed at the end of every year, forever and ever.--john adams: _letter to webster, dec. , ._ [ - ] mr. adams, describing a conversation with jonathan sewall in , says: "i answered that the die was now cast; i had passed the rubicon. swim or sink, live or die, survive or perish with my country was my unalterable determination."--john adams: _works, vol. iv. p. ._ live or die, sink or swim.--peele: _edward i._ ( ?). [ - ] mr. webster says of mr. adams: "on the day of his death, hearing the noise of bells and cannon, he asked the occasion. on being reminded that it was 'independent day,' he replied, 'independence forever.'"--_works, vol. i. p. ._ bancroft: _history of the united states, vol. vii. p. ._ [ - ] we shall be strong to run the race, and climb the upper sky. watts: _spiritual hymns, xxiv._ [ - ] he it was that first gave to the law the air of a science. he found it a skeleton, and clothed it with life, colour, and complexion; he embraced the cold statue, and by his touch it grew into youth, health, and beauty.--barry yelverton (lord avonmore): _on blackstone._ [ - ] see scott, page . [ - ] a national debt, if it is not excessive, will be to us a national blessing.--alexander hamilton. [ - ] when the state of pennsylvania held its convention to consider the constitution of the united states, judge wilson said of the introductory clause, "we, the people, do ordain and establish," etc.: "it is not an unmeaning flourish. the expressions declare in a practical manner the principle of this constitution. it is ordained and established by the people themselves." this was regarded as an authoritative exposition.--_the nation._ that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.--abraham lincoln: _speech at gettysburg, nov. , ._ [ - ] see scott, page . [ - ] the martial airs of england encircle still the earth. amelia b. richards: _the martial airs of england._ [ - ] see patrick henry, page . [ - ] see scott, page . [ - ] mr. webster's reply to the invitation of his friends, who had been refused the use of faneuil hall by the mayor and aldermen of boston. jane taylor. - . though man a thinking being is defined, few use the grand prerogative of mind. how few think justly of the thinking few! how many never think, who think they do! _essays in rhyme._ (_on morals and manners. prejudice._) _essay i. stanza ._ far from mortal cares retreating, sordid hopes and vain desires, here, our willing footsteps meeting, every heart to heaven aspires. _hymn._ i thank the goodness and the grace which on my birth have smiled, and made me, in these christian days, a happy christian child. _a child's hymn of praise._ oh that it were my chief delight to do the things i ought! then let me try with all my might to mind what i am taught. _for a very little child._[ - ] who ran to help me when i fell, and would some pretty story tell, or kiss the place to make it well? my mother. _my mother._ footnotes: [ - ] written by ann taylor. reginald heber. - . failed the bright promise of your early day. _palestine._ no hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.[ - ] majestic silence! _palestine._ brightest and best of the sons of the morning, dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. _epiphany._ by cool siloam's shady rill how sweet the lily grows! _first sunday after epiphany. no. ii._ when spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil. _seventh sunday after trinity._ death rides on every passing breeze, he lurks in every flower. _at a funeral. no. i._ thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb. _at a funeral. no. ii._ thus heavenly hope is all serene, but earthly hope, how bright soe'er, still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, as false and fleeting as 't is fair. _on heavenly hope and earthly hope._ from greenland's icy mountains, from india's coral strand, where afric's sunny fountains roll down their golden sand. _missionary hymn._ though every prospect pleases, and only man is vile. _missionary hymn._ i see them on their winding way, about their ranks the moonbeams play. _lines written to a march._ footnotes: [ - ] altered in later editions to-- no workman's steel, no ponderous axes rung, like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. washington irving. - . free-livers on a small scale, who are prodigal within the compass of a guinea. _the stout gentleman._ the almighty dollar,[ - ] that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages. _the creole village._ footnotes: [ - ] see jonson, page . leigh hunt. - . abou ben adhem (may his tribe increase!) awoke one night from a deep dream of peace. _abou ben adhem._ write me as one who loves his fellow-men. _abou ben adhem._ and lo! ben adhem's name led all the rest. _abou ben adhem._ oh for a seat in some poetic nook, just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! _politics and poetics._ with spots of sunny openings, and with nooks to lie and read in, sloping into brooks. _the story of rimini._ samuel woodworth. - . how dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, when fond recollection presents them to view. _the old oaken bucket._ then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, and dripping with coolness, it rose from the well. _the old oaken bucket._ the old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, the moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. _the old oaken bucket._ allan cunningham. - . a wet sheet and a flowing sea, a wind that follows fast, and fills the white and rustling sail, and bends the gallant mast. and bends the gallant mast, my boys, while like the eagle free away the good ship flies, and leaves old england on the lee. _a wet sheet and a flowing sea._ while the hollow oak our palace is, our heritage the sea. _a wet sheet and a flowing sea._ when looks were fond and words were few. _poet's bridal-day song._ sir w. f. p. napier. - . napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the british soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. no honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed. _peninsular war_ ( ). _vol. ii. book xi. chap. iii._ john pierpont. - . a weapon that comes down as still as snowflakes fall upon the sod; but executes a freeman's will, as lightning does the will of god; and from its force nor doors nor locks can shield you,--'t is the ballot-box. _a word from a petitioner._ from every place below the skies the grateful song, the fervent prayer,-- the incense of the heart,[ - ]--may rise to heaven, and find acceptance there. _every place a temple._ footnotes: [ - ] see cotton, page . bryan w. procter. - . the sea! the sea! the open sea! the blue, the fresh, the ever free! _the sea._ i 'm on the sea! i 'm on the sea! i am where i would ever be, with the blue above and the blue below, and silence wheresoe'er i go. _the sea._ i never was on the dull, tame shore, but i loved the great sea more and more. _the sea._ touch us gently, time![ - ] let us glide adown thy stream gently,--as we sometimes glide through a quiet dream. _touch us gently, time._ footnotes: [ - ] see crabbe, page . lord byron - . farewell! if ever fondest prayer for other's weal avail'd on high, mine will not all be lost in air, but waft thy name beyond the sky. _farewell! if ever fondest prayer._ i only know we loved in vain; i only feel--farewell! farewell! _farewell! if ever fondest prayer._ when we two parted in silence and tears, half broken-hearted, to sever for years. _when we two parted._ fools are my theme, let satire be my song. _english bards and scotch reviewers. line ._ 't is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; a book 's a book, although there 's nothing in 't. _english bards and scotch reviewers. line ._ with just enough of learning to misquote. _english bards and scotch reviewers. line ._ as soon seek roses in december, ice in june; hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; believe a woman or an epitaph, or any other thing that 's false, before you trust in critics. _english bards and scotch reviewers. line ._ perverts the prophets and purloins the psalms. _english bards and scotch reviewers. line ._ oh, amos cottle! phoebus! what a name! _english bards and scotch reviewers. line ._ so the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, no more through rolling clouds to soar again, view'd his own feather on the fatal dart, and wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.[ - ] _english bards and scotch reviewers. line ._ yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, and decorate the verse herself inspires: this fact, in virtue's name, let crabbe attest,-- though nature's sternest painter, yet the best. _english bards and scotch reviewers. line ._ maid of athens, ere we part, give, oh give me back my heart! _maid of athens._ had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ if ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, and mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ might shake the saintship of an anchorite. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ adieu! adieu! my native shore fades o'er the waters blue. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ my native land, good night! _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ o christ! it is a goodly sight to see what heaven hath done for this delicious land. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ in hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ by heaven! it is a splendid sight to see for one who hath no friend, no brother there. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ still from the fount of joy's delicious springs some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ war, war is still the cry,--"war even to the knife!"[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto i. stanza ._ gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ a schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour! _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ the dome of thought, the palace of the soul.[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy? _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ none are so desolate but something dear, dearer than self, possesses or possess'd a thought, and claims the homage of a tear. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ but 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, to hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, and roam along, the world's tired denizen, with none who bless us, none whom we can bless. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ fair greece! sad relic of departed worth! immortal, though no more! though fallen, great! _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, who would be free, themselves must strike the blow? _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ a thousand years scarce serve to form a state: an hour may lay it in the dust. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ land of lost gods and godlike men. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ age shakes athena's tower, but spares gray marathon. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto ii. stanza ._ ada! sole daughter of my house and heart. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ once more upon the waters! yet once more! and the waves bound beneath me as a steed that knows his rider. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ i am as a weed flung from the rock, on ocean's foam to sail where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ he who grown aged in this world of woe, in deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,[ - ] so that no wonder waits him. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ years steal fire from the mind as vigour from the limb, and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ there was a sound of revelry by night, and belgium's capital had gather'd then her beauty and her chivalry, and bright the lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. a thousand hearts beat happily; and when music arose with its voluptuous swell, soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, and all went merry as a marriage bell. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ but hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! did ye not hear it?--no! 't was but the wind, or the car rattling o'er the stony street. on with the dance! let joy be unconfined; no sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet to chase the glowing hours with flying feet. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ he rush'd into the field, and foremost fighting fell. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ and there was mounting in hot haste. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ or whispering with white lips, "the foe! they come! they come!" _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, over the unreturning brave. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ battle's magnificently stern array. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ and thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ but quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ he who ascends to mountain-tops shall find the loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; he who surpasses or subdues mankind must look down on the hate of those below. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ all tenantless, save to the crannying wind. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ the castled crag of drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding rhine. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ he had kept the whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ but there are wanderers o'er eternity whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ by the blue rushing of the arrowy rhone. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ i live not in myself, but i become portion of that around me;[ - ] and to me high mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ this quiet sail is as a noiseless wing to waft me from distraction. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ on the ear drops the light drip of the suspended oar. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ all is concentr'd in a life intense, where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, but hath a part of being. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ in solitude, where we are least alone.[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ the sky is changed,--and such a change! o night and storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, yet lovely in your strength, as is the light of a dark eye in woman! far along, from peak to peak, the rattling crags among, leaps the live thunder. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ exhausting thought, and hiving wisdom with each studious year. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ i have not loved the world, nor the world me.[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ i stood among them, but not of them; in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iii. stanza ._ i stood in venice on the bridge of sighs, a palace and a prison on each hand. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ where venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ venice once was dear, the pleasant place of all festivity, the revel of the earth, the masque of italy. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ the thorns which i have reap'd are of the tree i planted; they have torn me, and i bleed. i should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ oh for one hour of blind old dandolo, the octogenarian chief, byzantium's conquering foe![ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ there are some feelings time cannot benumb, nor torture shake. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ the cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, the mourn'd, the loved, the lost,--too many, yet how few! _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ parting day dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues with a new colour as it gasps away, the last still loveliest, till--'t is gone, and all is gray. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ the ariosto of the north. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ italia! o italia! thou who hast the fatal gift of beauty.[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ fills the air around with beauty. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ let these describe the undescribable. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ the starry galileo with his woes. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ ungrateful florence! dante sleeps afar, like scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ the poetry of speech. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ the hell of waters! where they howl and hiss, and boil in endless torture. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ then farewell horace, whom i hated so,-- not for thy faults, but mine. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ o rome! my country! city of the soul! _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ the niobe of nations! there she stands. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ yet, freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thunder-storm against the wind. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ heaven gives its favourites--early death.[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ history, with all her volumes vast, hath but one page. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ man! thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ tully was not so eloquent as thou, thou nameless column with the buried base. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ egeria! sweet creation of some heart which found no mortal resting-place so fair as thine ideal breast. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ the nympholepsy of some fond despair. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ alas! our young affections run to waste, or water but the desert. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ i see before me the gladiator lie. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ there were his young barbarians all at play; there was their dacian mother: he, their sire, butcher'd to make a roman holiday! _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ "while stands the coliseum, rome shall stand; when falls the coliseum, rome shall fall; and when rome falls--the world."[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? could not the grave forget thee, and lay low some less majestic, less beloved head? _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ oh that the desert were my dwelling-place,[ - ] with one fair spirit for my minister, that i might all forget the human race, and hating no one, love but only her! _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ there is a pleasure in the pathless woods; there is a rapture on the lonely shore; there is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: i love not man the less, but nature more. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; man marks the earth with ruin,--his control stops with the shore. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ he sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow,-- such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ thou glorious mirror, where the almighty's form glasses itself in tempests. _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ and i have loved thee, ocean! and my joy of youthful sports was on thy breast to be borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy i wantoned with thy breakers, . . . . . and trusted to thy billows far and near, and laid my hand upon thy mane,--as i do here.[ - ] _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ and what is writ is writ,-- would it were worthier! _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ farewell! a word that must be, and hath been,-- a sound which makes us linger; yet--farewell! _childe harold's pilgrimage. canto iv. stanza ._ hands promiscuously applied, round the slight waist, or down the glowing side. _the waltz._ he who hath bent him o'er the dead ere the first day of death is fled,-- the first dark day of nothingness, the last of danger and distress, before decay's effacing fingers have swept the lines where beauty lingers. _the giaour. line ._ such is the aspect of this shore; 't is greece, but living greece no more! so coldly sweet, so deadly fair, we start, for soul is wanting there. _the giaour. line ._ shrine of the mighty! can it be that this is all remains of thee? _the giaour. line ._ for freedom's battle, once begun, bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, though baffled oft, is ever won. _the giaour. line ._ and lovelier things have mercy shown to every failing but their own; and every woe a tear can claim, except an erring sister's shame. _the giaour. line ._ the keenest pangs the wretched find are rapture to the dreary void, the leafless desert of the mind, the waste of feelings unemployed. _the giaour. line ._ better to sink beneath the shock than moulder piecemeal on the rock. _the giaour. line ._ the cold in clime are cold in blood, their love can scarce deserve the name. _the giaour. line ._ i die,--but first i have possess'd, and come what may, i _have been_ bless'd. _the giaour. line ._ she was a form of life and light that seen, became a part of sight, and rose, where'er i turn'd mine eye, the morning-star of memory! yes, love indeed is light from heaven; a spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by alla given, to lift from earth our low desire. _the giaour. line ._ know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?[ - ] _the bride of abydos. canto i. stanza ._ where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, and all save the spirit of man is divine? _the bride of abydos. canto i. stanza ._ who hath not proved how feebly words essay to fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? who doth not feel, until his failing sight faints into dimness with its own delight, his changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess the might, the majesty of loveliness? _the bride of abydos. canto i. stanza ._ the light of love,[ - ] the purity of grace, the mind, the music breathing from her face,[ - ] the heart whose softness harmonized the whole,-- and oh, that eye was in itself a soul! _the bride of abydos. canto i. stanza ._ the blind old man of scio's rocky isle. _the bride of abydos. canto ii. stanza ._ be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, the evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! _the bride of abydos. canto ii. stanza ._ he makes a solitude, and calls it--peace![ - ] _the bride of abydos. canto ii. stanza ._ hark! to the hurried question of despair: "where is my child?"--an echo answers, "where?"[ - ] _the bride of abydos. canto ii. stanza ._ the fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse. _the corsair. preface._ o'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,[ - ] survey our empire, and behold our home! these are our realms, no limit to their sway,-- our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. _the corsair. canto i. stanza ._ oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. _the corsair. canto i. stanza ._ she walks the waters like a thing of life, and seems to dare the elements to strife. _the corsair. canto i. stanza ._ the power of thought,--the magic of the mind! _the corsair. canto i. stanza ._ the many still must labour for the one. _the corsair. canto i. stanza ._ there was a laughing devil in his sneer. _the corsair. canto i. stanza ._ hope withering fled, and mercy sighed farewell! _the corsair. canto i. stanza ._ farewell! for in that word, that fatal word,--howe'er we promise, hope, believe,--there breathes despair. _the corsair. canto i. stanza ._ no words suffice the secret soul to show, for truth denies all eloquence to woe. _the corsair. canto iii. stanza ._ he left a corsair's name to other times, link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.[ - ] _the corsair. canto iii. stanza ._ lord of himself,--that heritage of woe! _lara. canto i. stanza ._ she walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that 's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes; thus mellow'd to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies.[ - ] _hebrew melodies. she walks in beauty._ the assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, and his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold. _the destruction of sennacherib._ it is the hour when from the boughs the nightingale's high note is heard; it is the hour when lovers' vows seem sweet in every whisper'd word. _parisina. stanza ._ yet in my lineaments they trace some features of my father's face. _parisina. stanza ._ fare thee well! and if forever, still forever fare thee well. _fare thee well._ born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.[ - ] _a sketch._ in the desert a fountain is springing, in the wide waste there still is a tree, and a bird in the solitude singing, which speaks to my spirit of thee. _stanzas to augusta._ the careful pilot of my proper woe. _epistle to augusta. stanza ._ when all of genius which can perish dies. _monody on the death of sheridan. line ._ folly loves the martyrdom of fame. _monody on the death of sheridan. line ._ who track the steps of glory to the grave. _monody on the death of sheridan. line ._ sighing that nature form'd but one such man, and broke the die, in moulding sheridan.[ - ] _monody on the death of sheridan. line ._ o god! it is a fearful thing to see the human soul take wing in any shape, in any mood. _prisoner of chillon. stanza ._ and both were young, and one was beautiful. _the dream. stanza ._ and to his eye there was but one beloved face on earth, and that was shining on him. _the dream. stanza ._ she was his life, the ocean to the river of his thoughts,[ - ] which terminated all. _the dream. stanza ._ a change came o'er the spirit of my dream. _the dream. stanza ._ and they were canopied by the blue sky, so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful that god alone was to be seen in heaven. _the dream. stanza ._ there 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away. _stanzas for music._ i had a dream which was not all a dream. _darkness._ my boat is on the shore, and my bark is on the sea; but before i go, tom moore, here 's a double health to thee! _to thomas moore._ here 's a sigh to those who love me, and a smile to those who hate; and whatever sky 's above me, here 's a heart for every fate.[ - ] _to thomas moore._ were 't the last drop in the well, as i gasp'd upon the brink, ere my fainting spirit fell 't is to thee that i would drink. _to thomas moore._ so we 'll go no more a-roving so late into the night. _so we 'll go._ mont blanc is the monarch of mountains; they crowned him long ago on a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, with a diadem of snow. _manfred. act i. sc. ._ but we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, half dust, half deity, alike unfit to sink or soar. _manfred. act i. sc. ._ think'st thou existence doth depend on time? it doth; but actions are our epochs. _manfred. act ii. sc. ._ the heart ran o'er with silent worship of the great of old! the dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule our spirits from their urns. _manfred. act iii. sc. ._ which makes life itself a lie, flattering dust with eternity. _sardanapalus. act i. sc. ._ by all that 's good and glorious. _sardanapalus. act i. sc. ._ i am the very slave of circumstance and impulse,--borne away with every breath! _sardanapalus. act iv. sc. ._ the dust we tread upon was once alive. _sardanapalus. act iv. sc. ._ for most men (till by losing rendered sager) will back their own opinions by a wager. _beppo. stanza ._ soprano, basso, even the contra-alto, wished him five fathom under the rialto. _beppo. stanza ._ his heart was one of those which most enamour us,-- wax to receive, and marble to retain.[ - ] _beppo. stanza ._ besides, they always smell of bread and butter. _beppo. stanza ._ that soft bastard latin, which melts like kisses from a female mouth. _beppo. stanza ._ heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. _beppo. stanza ._ o mirth and innocence! o milk and water! ye happy mixtures of more happy days. _beppo. stanza ._ and if we do but watch the hour, there never yet was human power which could evade, if unforgiven, the patient search and vigil long of him who treasures up a wrong. _mazeppa. stanza ._ they never fail who die in a great cause. _marino faliero. act ii. sc. ._ whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones, whose table earth, whose dice were human bones. _age of bronze. stanza ._ i loved my country, and i hated him. _the vision of judgment. lxxxiii._ sublime tobacco! which from east to west cheers the tar's labour or the turkman's rest. _the island. canto ii. stanza ._ divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe when tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; like other charmers, wooing the caress more dazzlingly when daring in full dress; yet thy true lovers more admire by far thy naked beauties--give me a cigar! _the island. canto ii. stanza ._ my days are in the yellow leaf; the flowers and fruits of love are gone; the worm, the canker, and the grief are mine alone! _on my thirty-sixth year._ brave men were living before agamemnon.[ - ] _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ in virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, save thine "incomparable oil," macassar! _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ but, oh ye lords of ladies intellectual, inform us truly,--have they not henpeck'd you all? _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ the languages, especially the dead, the sciences, and most of all the abstruse, the arts, at least all such as could be said to be the most remote from common use. _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ her stature tall,--i hate a dumpy woman. _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded that all the apostles would have done as they did. _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ and whispering, "i will ne'er consent,"--consented. _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ 't is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 't is sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come. _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ sweet is revenge--especially to women. _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ and truant husband should return, and say, "my dear, i was the first who came away." _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 't is woman's whole existence. _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ in my hot youth, when george the third was king. _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ so for a good old-gentlemanly vice i think i must take up with avarice.[ - ] _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ what is the end of fame? 't is but to fill a certain portion of uncertain paper. _don juan. canto i. stanza ._ at leaving even the most unpleasant people and places, one keeps looking at the steeple. _don juan. canto ii. stanza ._ there 's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion. _don juan. canto ii. stanza ._ a solitary shriek, the bubbling cry of some strong swimmer in his agony. _don juan. canto ii. stanza ._ all who joy would win must share it, happiness was born a twin. _don juan. canto ii. stanza ._ let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda-water the day after. _don juan. canto ii. stanza ._ a long, long kiss,--a kiss of youth and love. _don juan. canto ii. stanza ._ alas, the love of women! it is known to be a lovely and a fearful thing. _don juan. canto ii. stanza ._ in her first passion woman loves her lover: in all the others, all she loves is love.[ - ] _don juan. canto iii. stanza ._ he was the mildest manner'd man that ever scuttled ship or cut a throat. _don juan. canto iii. stanza ._ the isles of greece, the isles of greece! where burning sappho loved and sung. . . . . . eternal summer gilds them yet, but all except their sun is set. _don juan. canto iii. stanza . ._ the mountains look on marathon, and marathon looks on the sea; and musing there an hour alone, i dreamed that greece might still be free. _don juan. canto iii. stanza . ._ earth! render back from out thy breast a remnant of our spartan dead! of the three hundred grant but three to make a new thermopylæ. _don juan. canto iii. stanza . ._ you have the pyrrhic dance as yet, where is the pyrrhic phalanx gone? of two such lessons, why forget the nobler and the manlier one? you have the letters cadmus gave,-- think ye he meant them for a slave? _don juan. canto iii. stanza . ._ place me on sunium's marbled steep, where nothing save the waves and i may hear our mutual murmurs sweep; there, swan-like, let me sing and die.[ - ] _don juan. canto iii. stanza . ._ but words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. _don juan. canto iii. stanza ._ ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns. _don juan. canto iii. stanza ._ and if i laugh at any mortal thing, 't is that i may not weep. _don juan. canto iv. stanza ._ the precious porcelain of human clay.[ - ] _don juan. canto iv. stanza ._ "whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.[ - ] _don juan. canto iv. stanza ._ perhaps the early grave which men weep over may be meant to save. _don juan. canto iv. stanza ._ and her face so fair stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.[ - ] _don juan. canto iv. stanza ._ these two hated with a hate found only on the stage. _don juan. canto iv. stanza ._ "arcades ambo,"--_id est_, blackguards both. _don juan. canto iv. stanza ._ i 've stood upon achilles' tomb, and heard troy doubted: time will doubt of rome. _don juan. canto iv. stanza ._ oh "darkly, deeply, beautifully blue!"[ - ] as some one somewhere sings about the sky. _don juan. canto iv. stanza ._ there 's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, turns up more dangerous breakers than the euxine. _don juan. canto v. stanza ._ but all have prices, from crowns to kicks, according to their vices.[ - ] _don juan. canto v. stanza ._ and puts himself upon his good behaviour. _don juan. canto v. stanza ._ that all-softening, overpowering knell, the tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell. _don juan. canto v. stanza ._ the women pardon'd all except her face. _don juan. canto v. stanza ._ heroic, stoic cato, the sententious, who lent his lady to his friend hortensius. _don juan. canto vi. stanza ._ a "strange coincidence," to use a phrase by which such things are settled nowadays. _don juan. canto vi. stanza ._ the drying up a single tear has more of honest fame than shedding seas of gore. _don juan. canto viii. stanza ._ thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt in the despatch: i knew a man whose loss was printed _grove_, although his name was grose. _don juan. canto viii. stanza ._ what a strange thing is man! and what a stranger is woman! _don juan. canto ix. stanza ._ and wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter. _don juan. canto x. stanza ._ oh for a forty-parson power! _don juan. canto x. stanza ._ when bishop berkeley said "there was no matter," and proved it,--'t was no matter what he said.[ - ] _don juan. canto xi. stanza ._ and after all, what is a lie? 't is but the truth in masquerade. _don juan. canto xi. stanza ._ 't is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, should let itself be snuff'd out by an article. _don juan. canto xi. stanza ._ of all tales 't is the saddest,--and more sad, because it makes us smile. _don juan. canto xiii. stanza ._ cervantes smil'd spain's chivalry away. _don juan. canto xiii. stanza ._ society is now one polish'd horde, formed of two mighty tribes, the _bores_ and _bored_. _don juan. canto xiii. stanza ._ all human history attests that happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!-- since eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.[ - ] _don juan. canto xiii. stanza ._ 't is strange, but true; for truth is always strange,-- stranger than fiction. _don juan. canto xiv. stanza ._ the devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, an arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. _don juan. canto xv. stanza ._ a lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, a rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. _don juan. canto xv. stanza ._ friendship is love without his wings. _l'amitié est l'amour sans ailes._ i awoke one morning and found myself famous. _memoranda from his life, by moore, chap. xiv._ the best of prophets of the future is the past. _letter, jan. , ._ what say you to such a supper with such a woman?[ - ] _note to a letter on bowles's strictures._ footnotes: [ - ] see waller, pages - . [ - ] medio de fonte leporum surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat (in the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers).--lucretius: _iv. ._ [ - ] "war even to the knife" was the reply of palafox, the governor of saragossa, when summoned to surrender by the french, who besieged that city in . [ - ] see waller, page . [ - ] see sheridan, page . [ - ] i am a part of all that i have met.--tennyson: _ulysses._ [ - ] see gibbon, page . [ - ] good bye, proud world; i 'm going home. thou art not my friend, and i 'm not thine. emerson: _good bye, proud world._ see johnson, page . [ - ] see wordsworth, page . [ - ] a translation of the famous sonnet of filicaja: "italia, italia! o tu cui feo la sorte." [ - ] see wordsworth, page . [ - ] literally the exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century. [ - ] see cowper, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] and thou vast ocean, on whose awful face time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace. robert montgomery: _the omnipresence of the deity._ [ - ] he laid his hand upon "the ocean's mane," and played familiar with his hoary locks. pollok: _the course of time, book iv. line ._ [ - ] know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, and the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose! goethe: _wilhelm meister._ [ - ] see gray, page . [ - ] see lovelace, page . browne, page . [ - ] solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant (they make solitude, which they call peace).--tacitus: _agricola, c. ._ [ - ] i came to the place of my birth, and cried, "the friends of my youth, where are they?" and echo answered, "where are they?"--_arabic ms._ [ - ] see churchill, page . to all nations their empire will be dreadful, because their ships will sail wherever billows roll or winds can waft them.--dalrymple: _memoirs, vol. iii. p. ._ [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] the subject of these lines was mrs. r. wilmot.--_berry memoirs, vol. iii. p. ._ [ - ] see congreve, page . [ - ] natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stampa (nature made him, and then broke the mould).--ariosto: _orlando furioso, canto x. stanza ._ the idea that nature lost the perfect mould has been a favorite one with all song-writers and poets, and is found in the literature of all european nations.--_book of english songs, p. ._ [ - ] she floats upon the river of his thoughts.--longfellow: _the spanish student, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] with a heart for any fate.--longfellow: _a psalm of life._ [ - ] my heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.--cervantes: _the little gypsy._ [ - ] vixerunt fortes ante agamemnona multi. horace: _ode iv. . ._ [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant, et dans les autres elles aiment l'amour.--rochefoucauld: _maxim ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see wordsworth, page . [ - ] all her innocent thoughts like rose-leaves scatter'd. john wilson: _on the death of a child._ ( .) [ - ] see southey, page . [ - ] see robert walpole, page . [ - ] what is mind? no matter. what is matter? never mind.--t. h. key (once head master of university college school). on the authority of f. j. furnivall. [ - ] for a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.--piozzi: _anecdotes of samuel johnson, p. ._ [ - ] see lady montagu, page . william knox. - . oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud? like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, a flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, he passes from life to his rest in the grave.[ - ] _mortality._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] abraham lincoln was very fond of repeating these lines. [ - ] from knox's "songs of israel," . alfred bunn. - . i dreamt that i dwelt in marble halls, with vassals and serfs at my side. _song._ the light of other days[ - ] is faded, and all their glories past. _song._ the heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling. _song._ footnotes: [ - ] see moore, page . fitz-greene halleck. - . strike--for your altars and your fires! strike--for the green graves of your sires! god, and your native land! _marco bozzaris._ come to the bridal chamber, death! come to the mother's, when she feels for the first time her first-born's breath! come when the blessed seals that close the pestilence are broke, and crowded cities wail its stroke! come in consumption's ghastly form, the earthquake shock, the ocean storm! come when the heart beats high and warm, with banquet song, and dance, and wine! and thou art terrible!--the tear, the groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, and all we know or dream or fear of agony are thine. _marco bozzaris._ but to the hero, when his sword has won the battle for the free, thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; and in its hollow tones are heard the thanks of millions yet to be. _marco bozzaris._ one of the few, the immortal names, that were not born to die. _marco bozzaris._ such graves as his are pilgrim shrines, shrines to no code or creed confined,-- the delphian vales, the palestines, the meccas of the mind. _burns._ green be the turf above thee, friend of my better days! none knew thee but to love thee,[ - ] nor named thee but to praise. _on the death of joseph rodman drake._ there is an evening twilight of the heart, when its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest. _twilight._ they love their land because it is their own, and scorn to give aught other reason why; would shake hands with a king upon his throne, and think it kindness to his majesty. _connecticut._ this bank-note world. _alnwick castle._ lord stafford mines for coal and salt, the duke of norfolk deals in malt, the douglas in red herrings. _alnwick castle._ footnotes: [ - ] see rogers, page . charles wolfe. - . not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, as his corse to the rampart we hurried. _the burial of sir john moore._ but he lay like a warrior taking his rest, with his martial cloak around him. _the burial of sir john moore._ slowly and sadly we laid him down, from the field of his fame fresh and gory; we carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, but we left him alone with his glory. _the burial of sir john moore._ if i had thought thou couldst have died, i might not weep for thee; but i forgot, when by thy side, that thou couldst mortal be. _to mary._ yet there was round thee such a dawn of light, ne'er seen before, as fancy never could have drawn, and never can restore. _to mary._ go, forget me! why should sorrow o'er that brow a shadow fling? go, forget me, and to-morrow brightly smile and sweetly sing! smile,--though i shall not be near thee; sing,--though i shall never hear thee! _go, forget me!_ henry hart milman. - . and the cold marble leapt to life a god. _the belvedere apollo._ too fair to worship, too divine to love. _the belvedere apollo._ charles sprague. - . lo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, holds its warped mirror to a gaping age. _curiosity._ through life's dark road his sordid way he wends, an incarnation of fat dividends. _curiosity._ behold! in liberty's unclouded blaze we lift our heads, a race of other days. _centennial ode. stanza ._ yes, social friend, i love thee well, in learned doctors' spite; thy clouds all other clouds dispel, and lap me in delight. _to my cigar._ percy bysshe shelley. - . then black despair, the shadow of a starless night, was thrown over the world in which i moved alone. _the revolt of islam. dedication. stanza ._ with hue like that when some great painter dips his pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. _the revolt of islam. canto v. stanza ._ the awful shadow of some unseen power floats, tho' unseen, amongst us. _hymn to intellectual beauty._ the pilgrim of eternity, whose fame over his living head like heaven is bent, an early but enduring monument, came, veiling all the lightnings of his song in sorrow. _adonais. xxx._ a pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift. _adonais. xxxii._ life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, stains the white radiance of eternity. _adonais. lii._ oh thou, who chariotest to their dark wintry bed the winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, each like a corpse within its grave, until thine azure sister of the spring shall blow her clarion o'er the dreaming earth. _ode to the west wind._ thou who didst waken from his summer dreams the blue mediterranean, where he lay, lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams beside a pumice isle in baiæ's bay, and saw in sleep old palaces and towers quivering within the wave's intenser day, all overgrown with azure moss and flowers so sweet, the sense faints picturing them. _ode to the west wind._ that orbed maiden with white fire laden, whom mortals call the moon. _the cloud. iv._ we look before and after, and pine for what is not; our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. _to a skylark. line ._ kings are like stars,--they rise and set, they have the worship of the world, but no repose.[ - ] _hellas. line ._ the moon of mahomet arose, and it shall set; while, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, the cross leads generations on. _hellas. line ._ the world's great age begins anew, the golden years return, the earth doth like a snake renew her winter weeds outworn. _hellas. line ._ what! alive, and so bold, o earth? _written on hearing the news of the death of napoleon._ all love is sweet, given or returned. common as light is love, and its familiar voice wearies not ever. . . . . . . they who inspire it most are fortunate, as i am now; but those who feel it most are happier still.[ - ] _prometheus unbound. act ii. sc. ._ those who inflict must suffer, for they see the work of their own hearts, and this must be our chastisement or recompense. _julian and maddalo. line ._ most wretched men are cradled into poetry by wrong: they learn in suffering what they teach in song.[ - ] _julian and maddalo. line ._ i could lie down like a tired child, and weep away the life of care which i have borne, and yet must bear. _stanzas written in dejection, near naples. stanza ._ peter was dull; he was at first dull,--oh so dull, so very dull! whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed, still with this dulness was he cursed! dull,--beyond all conception, dull. _peter bell the third. part vii. xi._ a lovely lady, garmented in light from her own beauty. _the witch of atlas. stanza ._ music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory; odours, when sweet violets sicken, live within the sense they quicken. _music, when soft voices die._ i love tranquil solitude and such society as is quiet, wise, and good. _rarely, rarely comest thou._ sing again, with your dear voice revealing a tone of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one. _to jane. the keen stars were twinkling._ the desire of the moth for the star, of the night for the morrow, the devotion to something afar from the sphere of our sorrow. _one word is too often profaned._ you lie--under a mistake,[ - ] for this is the most civil sort of lie that can be given to a man's face. i now say what i think. _translation of calderon's magico prodigioso. scene i._ how wonderful is death! death and his brother sleep. _queen mab. i._ power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, makes slaves of men, and of the human frame a mechanized automaton. _queen mab. iii._ heaven's ebon vault studded with stars unutterably bright, through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, seems like a canopy which love has spread to curtain her sleeping world. _queen mab. iv._ poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.[ - ] _a defence of poetry._ footnotes: [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] the pleasure of love is in loving. we are much happier in the passion we feel than in that we inspire.--rochefoucauld: _maxim ._ [ - ] see butler, page . [ - ] see swift, page . [ - ] see coleridge, page . j. howard payne. - . 'mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home;[ - ] a charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, which sought through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. an exile from home splendour dazzles in vain, oh give me my lowly thatched cottage again; the birds singing gayly, that came at my call, give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all. _home, sweet home._ (from the opera of "clari, the maid of milan.") footnotes: [ - ] home is home, though it be never so homely.--clarke: _paroemiologia, p. ._ ( .) seba smith. - . the cold winds swept the mountain-height, and pathless was the dreary wild, and 'mid the cheerless hours of night a mother wandered with her child: as through the drifting snows she press'd, the babe was sleeping on her breast. _the snow storm._ john keble. - . the trivial round, the common task, would furnish all we ought to ask. _morning._ why should we faint and fear to live alone, since all alone, so heaven has willed, we die? nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh. _the christian year. twenty-fourth sunday after trinity._ 't is sweet, as year by year we lose friends out of sight, in faith to muse how grows in paradise our store. _burial of the dead._ abide with me from morn till eve, for without thee i cannot live; abide with me when night is nigh, for without thee i dare not die. _evening._ felicia d. hemans. - . the stately homes of england,-- how beautiful they stand, amid their tall ancestral trees, o'er all the pleasant land! _the homes of england._ the breaking waves dashed high on a stern and rock-bound coast, and the woods against a stormy sky their giant branches tossed. _landing of the pilgrim fathers._ what sought they thus afar? bright jewels of the mine, the wealth of seas, the spoils of war? they sought a faith's pure shrine. _landing of the pilgrim fathers._ ay, call it holy ground, the soil where first they trod: they have left unstained what there they found,-- freedom to worship god. _landing of the pilgrim fathers._ through the laburnum's dropping gold rose the light shaft of orient mould, and europe's violets, faintly sweet, purpled the mossbeds at its feet. _the palm-tree._ they grew in beauty side by side, they filled one home with glee: their graves are severed far and wide by mount and stream and sea. _the graves of a household._ alas for love, if thou wert all, and naught beyond, o earth! _the graves of a household._ the boy stood on the burning deck, whence all but him had fled; the flame that lit the battle's wreck shone round him o'er the dead. _casabianca._ leaves have their time to fall, and flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, and stars to set; but all, thou hast all seasons for thine own, o death! _the hour of death._ come to the sunset tree! the day is past and gone; the woodman's axe lies free, and the reaper's work is done. _tyrolese evening song._ in the busy haunts of men. _tale of the secret tribunal. part i._ calm on the bosom of thy god, fair spirit, rest thee now! _siege of valencia. scene ix._ oh, call my brother back to me! i cannot play alone: the summer comes with flower and bee,-- where is my brother gone? _the child's first grief._ i have looked on the hills of the stormy north, and the larch has hung his tassels forth. _the voice of spring._ i had a hat. it was not all a hat,-- part of the brim was gone: yet still i wore it on. _rhine song of the german soldiers after victory._ edward everett. - . when i am dead, no pageant train shall waste their sorrows at my bier, nor worthless pomp of homage vain stain it with hypocritic tear. _alaric the visigoth._ you shall not pile, with servile toil, your monuments upon my breast, nor yet within the common soil lay down the wreck of power to rest, where man can boast that he has trod on him that was "the scourge of god." _alaric the visigoth._ no gilded dome swells from the lowly roof to catch the morning or evening beam; but the love and gratitude of united america settle upon it in one eternal sunshine. from beneath that humble roof went forth the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who knew no glory but his country's good; to that he returned, happiest when his work was done. there he lived in noble simplicity, there he died in glory and peace. while it stands, the latest generations of the grateful children of america will make this pilgrimage to it as to a shrine; and when it shall fall, if fall it must, the memory and the name of washington shall shed an eternal glory on the spot. _oration on the character of washington._ william cullen bryant. - . here the free spirit of mankind, at length, throws its last fetters off; and who shall place a limit to the giant's unchained strength, or curb his swiftness in the forward race? _the ages. xxxiii._ to him who in the love of nature holds communion with her visible forms, she speaks a various language. _thanatopsis._ go forth under the open sky, and list to nature's teachings. _thanatopsis._ the hills, rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun. _thanatopsis._ old ocean's gray and melancholy waste. _thanatopsis._ all that tread the globe are but a handful to the tribes that slumber in its bosom. _thanatopsis._ so live, that when thy summons comes to join the innumerable caravan which moves[ - ] to that mysterious realm where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death, thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed by an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave like one that wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. _thanatopsis._ the groves were god's first temples. _a forest hymn._ the stormy march has come at last, with winds and clouds and changing skies; i hear the rushing of the blast that through the snowy valley flies. _march._ but 'neath yon crimson tree lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, nor mark, within its roseate canopy, her blush of maiden shame. _autumn woods._ the melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. _the death of the flowers._ and sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more. _the death of the flowers._ loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. the rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower. _a scene on the banks of the hudson._ the victory of endurance born. _the battle-field._ truth crushed to earth shall rise again,-- the eternal years of god are hers; but error, wounded, writhes with pain, and dies among his worshippers. _the battle-field._ footnotes: [ - ] the edition of read,-- the innumerable caravan that moves to the pale realms of shade, where each shall take. joseph rodman drake. - . when freedom from her mountain-height unfurled her standard to the air, she tore the azure robe of night, and set the stars of glory there. she mingled with its gorgeous dyes the milky baldric of the skies, and striped its pure, celestial white with streakings of the morning light. flag of the free heart's hope and home! by angel hands to valour given! thy stars have lit the welkin dome, and all thy hues were born in heaven. forever float that standard sheet! where breathes the foe but falls before us, with freedom's soil beneath our feet, and freedom's banner streaming o'er us? _the american flag._ john keats. - . a thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness. _endymion. book i._ he ne'er is crown'd with immortality, who fears to follow where airy voices lead. _endymion. book ii._ to sorrow i bade good-morrow, and thought to leave her far away behind; but cheerly, cheerly, she loves me dearly; she is so constant to me, and so kind. _endymion. book iv._ so many, and so many, and such glee. _endymion. book iv._ love in a hut, with water and a crust, is--love, forgive us!--cinders, ashes, dust. _lamia. part ii._ there was an awful rainbow once in heaven: we know her woof, her texture; she is given in the dull catalogue of common things. philosophy will clip an angel's wings. _lamia. part ii._ music's golden tongue flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. _the eve of st. agnes. stanza ._ the silver snarling trumpets 'gan to chide. _the eve of st. agnes. stanza ._ asleep in lap of legends old. _the eve of st. agnes. stanza ._ sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, flushing his brow. _the eve of st. agnes. stanza ._ a poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing. _the eve of st. agnes. stanza ._ as though a rose should shut and be a bud again. _the eve of st. agnes. stanza ._ and lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon. _the eve of st. agnes. stanza ._ he play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, in provence call'd "la belle dame sans mercy." _the eve of st. agnes. stanza ._ that large utterance of the early gods! _hyperion. book i._ those green-robed senators of mighty woods, tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, dream, and so dream all night without a stir. _hyperion. book i._ the days of peace and slumberous calm are fled. _hyperion. book ii._ dance and provençal song and sunburnt mirth! oh for a beaker full of the warm south, full of the true, the blushful hippocrene! with beaded bubbles winking at the brim, and purple-stainèd mouth. _ode to a nightingale._ through the sad heart of ruth, when sick for home she stood in tears amid the alien corn; the same that ofttimes hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. _ode to a nightingale._ thou foster-child of silence and slow time. _ode on a grecian urn._ heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on,-- not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. _ode on a grecian urn._ thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought as doth eternity: cold pastoral! _ode on a grecian urn._ beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. _ode on a grecian urn._ in a drear-nighted december, too happy, happy tree, thy branches ne'er remember their green felicity. _stanzas._ hear ye not the hum of mighty workings? _addressed to haydon. sonnet x._ much have i travell'd in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen; round many western islands have i been which bards in fealty to apollo hold. oft of one wide expanse had i been told that deep-brow'd homer ruled as his demesne, yet did i never breathe its pure serene till i heard chapman speak out loud and bold: then felt i like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken; or like stout cortez when with eagle eyes he stared at the pacific, and all his men look'd at each other with a wild surmise, silent, upon a peak in darien. _on first looking into chapman's homer._ e'en like the passage of an angel's tear that falls through the clear ether silently. _to one who has been long in city pent._ the poetry of earth is never dead. _on the grasshopper and cricket._ here lies one whose name was writ in water.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] see chapman, page . among the many things he has requested of me to-night, this is the principal,--that on his gravestone shall be this inscription.--richard monckton milnes: _life, letters, and literary remains of john keats. letter to severn, vol. ii. p. ._ thomas noon talfourd. - . so his life has flowed from its mysterious urn a sacred stream, in whose calm depth the beautiful and pure alone are mirrored; which, though shapes of ill may hover round its surface, glides in light, and takes no shadow from them. _ion. act i. sc. ._ 't is a little thing to give a cup of water; yet its draught of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips, may give a shock of pleasure to the frame more exquisite than when nectarean juice renews the life of joy in happiest hours. _ion. act i. sc. ._ thomas carlyle. - . except by name, jean paul friedrich richter is little known out of germany. the only thing connected with him, we think, that has reached this country is his saying,--imported by madame de staël, and thankfully pocketed by most newspaper critics,--"providence has given to the french the empire of the land; to the english that of the sea; to the germans that of--the air!" _richter. edinburgh review, ._ literary men are . . . a perpetual priesthood. _state of german literature. edinburgh review, ._ clever men are good, but they are not the best. _goethe. edinburgh review, ._ we are firm believers in the maxim that for all right judgment of any man or thing it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad. _goethe. edinburgh review, ._ how does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they? _burns. edinburgh review, ._ a poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility. _burns. edinburgh review, ._ his religion at best is an anxious wish,--like that of rabelais, a great perhaps. _burns. edinburgh review, ._ we have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."[ - ] _voltaire. foreign review, ._ we must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration. _voltaire. foreign review, ._ there is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; also it may be said, there is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed. _sir walter scott. london and westminster review, ._ silence is deep as eternity, speech is shallow as time. _sir walter scott. london and westminster review, ._ to the very last, he [napoleon] had a kind of idea; that, namely, of _la carrière ouverte aux talents_,--the tools to him that can handle them.[ - ] _sir walter scott. london and westminster review, ._ blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one! _sir walter scott. london and westminster review, ._ the uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, bears to the unuttered, unconscious part a small unknown proportion. he himself never knows it, much less do others. _sir walter scott. london and westminster review, ._ literature is the thought of thinking souls. _sir walter scott. london and westminster review, ._ it can be said of him, when he departed he took a man's life with him. no sounder piece of british manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of time. _sir walter scott. london and westminster review, ._ the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought with it the means of seeing." _varnhagen von ense's memoirs. london and westminster review, ._ happy the people whose annals are blank in history-books.[ - ] _life of frederick the great. book xvi. chap. i._ as the swiss inscription says: _sprechen ist silbern, schweigen ist golden_,--"speech is silvern, silence is golden;" or, as i might rather express it, speech is of time, silence is of eternity. _sartor resartus. book iii. chap. iii._ the greatest of faults, i should say, is to be conscious of none.[ - ] _heroes and hero-worship. the hero as a prophet._ in books lies the soul of the whole past time: the articulate audible voice of the past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream. _heroes and hero-worship. the hero as a man of letters._ the true university of these days is a collection of books. _heroes and hero-worship. the hero as a man of letters._ one life,--a little gleam of time between two eternities. _heroes and hero-worship. the hero as a man of letters._ adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can stand prosperity there are a hundred that will stand adversity. _heroes and hero-worship. the hero as a man of letters._ footnotes: [ - ] how comes it to pass, then, that we appear such cowards in reasoning, and are so afraid to stand the test of ridicule?--shaftesbury: _characteristics. a letter concerning enthusiasm, sect. ._ truth, 't is supposed, may bear all lights; and one of those principal lights or natural mediums by which things are to be viewed in order to a thorough recognition is ridicule itself.--shaftesbury: _essay on the freedom of wit and humour, sect. ._ 't was the saying of an ancient sage (gorgias leontinus, _apud_ aristotle's "rhetoric," lib. iii. c. ), that humour was the only test of gravity, and gravity of humour. for a subject which would not bear raillery was suspicious; and a jest which would not bear a serious examination was certainly false wit.--_ibid. sect. ._ [ - ] carlyle in his essay on mirabeau, , quotes this from a "new england book." [ - ] montesquieu: _aphorism._ [ - ] his only fault is that he has none.--pliny the younger: _book ix. letter xxvi._ thomas c. haliburton. - . i want you to see peel, stanley, graham, sheil, russell, macaulay, old joe, and so on. they are all upper-crust here.[ - ] _sam slick in england._[ - ] _chap. xxiv._ circumstances alter cases. _the old judge. chap. xv._ footnotes: [ - ] those families, you know, are our upper-crust,--not upper ten thousand.--cooper: _the ways of the hour, chap. vi._ ( .) at present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.--n. p. willis: _necessity for a promenade drive._ [ - ] "sam slick" first appeared in a weekly paper of nova scotia, . william motherwell. - . i 've wandered east, i 've wandered west, through many a weary way; but never, never can forget the love of life's young day. _jeannie morrison._ and we, with nature's heart in tune, concerted harmonies. _jeannie morrison._ thomas haynes bayly. - . i 'd be a butterfly born in a bower, where roses and lilies and violets meet. _i 'd be a butterfly._ oh no! we never mention her,-- her name is never heard; my lips are now forbid to speak that once familiar word. _oh no! we never mention her._ we met,--'t was in a crowd. _we met._ gayly the troubadour touched his guitar. _welcome me home._ why don't the men propose, mamma? why don't the men propose? _why don't the men propose?_ she wore a wreath of roses the night that first we met. _she wore a wreath._ friends depart, and memory takes them to her caverns, pure and deep. _teach me to forget._ tell me the tales that to me were so dear, long, long ago, long, long ago. _long, long ago._ the rose that all are praising is not the rose for me. _the rose that all are praising._ oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! there 's danger on the deep. _the pilot._ fear not, but trust in providence, wherever thou may'st be. _the pilot._ absence makes the heart grow fonder:[ - ] isle of beauty, fare thee well! _isle of beauty._ the mistletoe hung in the castle hall, the holly-branch shone on the old oak wall. _the mistletoe bough._ oh, i have roamed o'er many lands, and many friends i 've met; not one fair scene or kindly smile can this fond heart forget. _oh, steer my bark to erin's isle._ footnotes: [ - ] i find that absence still increases love.--charles hopkins: _to c. c._ distance sometimes endears friendship, and absence sweeteneth it.--howell: _familiar letters, book i. sect. i. no. ._ thomas drummond.[ - ] - . property has its duties as well as its rights.[ - ] _letter to the landlords of tipperary._ footnotes: [ - ] captain drummond was the inventor of the drummond light. [ - ] disraeli: _sybil, book i. chap. xi._ mcdonald clarke. - . whilst twilight's curtain spreading far, was pinned with a single star.[ - ] _death in disguise. line ._ (boston edition, .) footnotes: [ - ] mrs. child says: "he thus describes the closing day":-- now twilight lets her curtain down, and pins it with a star. samuel lover. - . a baby was sleeping, its mother was weeping. _the angel's whisper._ reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye.[ - ] _rory o'more._ for drames always go by _conthraries_, my dear.[ - ] _rory o'more._ "then here goes another," says he, "to make sure, for there 's luck in odd numbers,"[ - ] says rory o'more. _rory o'more._ there was a place in childhood that i remember well, and there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell. _my mother dear._ sure the shovel and tongs to each other belongs. _widow machree._ footnotes: [ - ] see scott, page . [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . thomas hood. - . there is a silence where hath been no sound, there is a silence where no sound may be,-- in the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, or in the wide desert where no life is found. _sonnet. silence._ we watch'd her breathing through the night, her breathing soft and low, as in her breast the wave of life kept heaving to and fro. _the death-bed._ our very hopes belied our fears, our fears our hopes belied; we thought her dying when she slept, and sleeping when she died. _the death-bed._ i remember, i remember the fir-trees dark and high; i used to think their slender tops were close against the sky; it was a childish ignorance, but now 't is little joy to know i 'm farther off from heaven than when i was a boy. _i remember, i remember._ she stood breast-high amid the corn clasp'd by the golden light of morn, like the sweetheart of the sun, who many a glowing kiss had won. _ruth._ thus she stood amid the stooks, praising god with sweetest looks. _ruth._ when he is forsaken, wither'd and shaken, what can an old man do but die? _spring it is cheery._ and there is even a happiness that makes the heart afraid. _ode to melancholy._ there 's not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord in melancholy.[ - ] _ode to melancholy._ but evil is wrought by want of thought, as well as want of heart. _the lady's dream._ oh would i were dead now, or up in my bed now, to cover my head now, and have a good cry! _a table of errata._ straight down the crooked lane, and all round the square. _a plain direction._ for my part, getting up seems not so easy by half as _lying_. _morning meditations._ a man that 's fond precociously of _stirring_ must be a spoon. _morning meditations._ seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap in imperceptible water. _miss kilmansegg. her christening._ o bed! o bed! delicious bed! that heaven upon earth to the weary head! _her dream._ he lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, tormenting himself with his prickles. _her dream._ gold! gold! gold! gold! bright and yellow, hard and cold. _her moral._ spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old to the very verge of the churchyard mould. _her moral._ how widely its agencies vary,-- to save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,-- as even its minted coins express, now stamp'd with the image of good queen bess, and now of a bloody mary. _her moral._ another tumble! that 's his precious nose! _parental ode to my infant son._ boughs are daily rifled by the gusty thieves, and the book of nature getteth short of leaves. _the season._ with fingers weary and worn, with eyelids heavy and red, a woman sat in unwomanly rags plying her needle and thread,-- stitch! stitch! stitch! _the song of the shirt._ o men with sisters dear, o men with mothers and wives, it is not linen you 're wearing out, but human creatures' lives![ - ] _the song of the shirt._ sewing at once a double thread, a shroud as well as a shirt. _the song of the shirt._ o god! that bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap! _the song of the shirt._ no blessed leisure for love or hope, but only time for grief. _the song of the shirt._ my tears must stop, for every drop hinders needle and thread. _the song of the shirt._ one more unfortunate weary of breath, rashly importunate, gone to her death. _the bridge of sighs._ take her up tenderly, lift her with care; fashioned so slenderly, young, and so fair! _the bridge of sighs._ alas for the rarity of christian charity under the sun! _the bridge of sighs._ even god's providence seeming estrang'd. _the bridge of sighs._ no sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, no dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . no road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . no shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds. _november._ no solemn sanctimonious face i pull, nor think i 'm pious when i 'm only bilious; nor study in my sanctum supercilious, to frame a sabbath bill or forge a bull. _ode to rae wilson._ the quaker loves an ample brim, a hat that bows to no salaam; and dear the beaver is to him as if it never made a dam. _all round my hat._ footnotes: [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see scott, page . george linley. - . ever of thee i 'm fondly dreaming, thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer. _ever of thee._ thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, and i seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream. _thou art gone._ tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear thou ever wilt remain; one only hope my heart can cheer,-- the hope to meet again. oh fondly on the past i dwell, and oft recall those hours when, wand'ring down the shady dell, we gathered the wild-flowers. yes, life then seem'd one pure delight, tho' now each spot looks drear; yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight, to mem'ry thou art dear. oft in the tranquil hour of night, when stars illume the sky, i gaze upon each orb of light, and wish that thou wert by. i think upon that happy time, that time so fondly lov'd, when last we heard the sweet bells chime, as thro' the fields we rov'd. yes, life then seem'd one pure delight, tho' now each spot looks drear; yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight, to mem'ry thou art dear. _song._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] this song--written and composed by linley for mr. augustus braham, and sung by him--is given entire, as so much inquiry has been made for the source of "though lost to sight, to memory dear." it is not known when the song was written,--probably about . another song, entitled "though lost to sight, to memory dear," was published in london in , purporting to have been "written by ruthven jenkyns in ." it is said to have been published in the "magazine for mariners." no such magazine, however, ever existed, and the composer of the music acknowledged, in a private letter, to have copied the song from an american newspaper. there is no other authority for the origin of this song, and the reputed author, ruthven jenkyns, was living, under the name of c----, in california in . colonel blacker. put your trust in god, my boys, and keep your powder dry.[ - ] _oliver's advice. ._ footnotes: [ - ] there is a well-authenticated anecdote of cromwell. on a certain occasion, when his troops were about crossing a river to attack the enemy, he concluded an address, couched in the usual fanatic terms in use among them, with these words: "put your trust in god; but mind to keep your powder dry!"--hayes: _ballads of ireland, vol. i. p. ._ robert pollok. - . sorrows remember'd sweeten present joy. _the course of time. book i. line ._ he laid his hand upon "the ocean's mane," and played familiar with his hoary locks.[ - ] _the course of time. book iv. line ._ he was a man who stole the livery of the court of heaven to serve the devil in. _the course of time. book viii. line ._ with one hand he put a penny in the urn of poverty, and with the other took a shilling out. _the course of time. book viii. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] see byron, page . rufus choate. - . there was a state without king or nobles; there was a church without a bishop;[ - ] there was a people governed by grave magistrates which it had selected, and by equal laws which it had framed. _speech before the new england society, dec. , ._ we join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and keep step to the music of the union. _letter to the whig convention, ._ its constitution the glittering and sounding generalities[ - ] of natural right which make up the declaration of independence. _letter to the maine whig committee, ._ footnotes: [ - ] the americans equally detest the pageantry of a king and the supercilious hypocrisy of a bishop.--junius: _letter xxxv. dec. , ._ it [calvinism] established a religion without a prelate, a government without a king.--george bancroft: _history of the united states, vol. iii. chap. vi._ [ - ] although mr. choate has usually been credited with the original utterance of the words "glittering generalities," the following quotation will show that he was anticipated therein by several years:-- we fear that the glittering generalities of the speaker have left an impression more delightful than permanent.--franklin j. dickman: _review of a lecture by rufus choate, providence journal, dec. , ._ thomas k. hervey. - . the tomb of him who would have made the world too glad and free. _the devil's progress._ he stood beside a cottage lone and listened to a lute, one summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, and the nightingale was mute. _the devil's progress._ a love that took an early root, and had an early doom. _the devil's progress._ like ships, that sailed for sunny isles, but never came to shore. _the devil's progress._ a hebrew knelt in the dying light, his eye was dim and cold, the hairs on his brow were silver-white, and his blood was thin and old. _the devil's progress._ thomas b. macaulay. - . (_from his essays._) that is the best government which desires to make the people happy, and knows how to make them happy. _on mitford's history of greece. ._ free trade, one of the greatest blessings which a government can confer on a people, is in almost every country unpopular. _on mitford's history of greece. ._ the history of nations, in the sense in which i use the word, is often best studied in works not professedly historical. _on mitford's history of greece. ._ wherever literature consoles sorrow or assuages pain; wherever it brings gladness to eyes which fail with wakefulness and tears, and ache for the dark house and the long sleep,--there is exhibited in its noblest form the immortal influence of athens. _on mitford's history of greece. ._ we hold that the most wonderful and splendid proof of genius is a great poem produced in a civilized age. _on milton. ._ nobles by the right of an earlier creation, and priests by the imposition of a mightier hand. _on milton. ._ out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a knave, and out of his christian name a synonym for the devil.[ - ] _on machiavelli. ._ the english bible,--a book which if everything else in our language should perish, would alone suffice to show the whole extent of its beauty and power. _on john dryden. ._ his imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. it enabled him to run, though not to soar. _on john dryden. ._ a man possessed of splendid talents, which he often abused, and of a sound judgment, the admonitions of which he often neglected; a man who succeeded only in an inferior department of his art, but who in that department succeeded pre-eminently. _on john dryden. ._ he had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked. _on moore's life of lord byron. ._ we know no spectacle so ridiculous as the british public in one of its periodical fits of morality. _on moore's life of lord byron. ._ from the poetry of lord byron they drew a system of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness,--a system in which the two great commandments were to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife. _on moore's life of lord byron. ._ that wonderful book, while it obtains admiration from the most fastidious critics, is loved by those who are too simple to admire it. _on bunyan's pilgrim's progress. ._ the conformation of his mind was such that whatever was little seemed to him great, and whatever was great seemed to him little. _on horace walpole. ._ what a singular destiny has been that of this remarkable man!--to be regarded in his own age as a classic, and in ours as a companion! to receive from his contemporaries that full homage which men of genius have in general received only from posterity; to be more intimately known to posterity than other men are known to their contemporaries! _on boswell's life of johnson_ (croker's ed.). _ ._ temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.[ - ] _on sir william temple. ._ she [the roman catholic church] may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from new zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of london bridge to sketch the ruins of st. paul's.[ - ] _on ranke's history of the popes. ._ the chief-justice was rich, quiet, and infamous. _on warren hastings. ._ in that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the great hall. _on warren hastings. ._ in order that he might rob a neighbour whom he had promised to defend, black men fought on the coast of coromandel and red men scalped each other by the great lakes of north america. _on frederic the great. ._ we hardly know an instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half mithridates and half trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other. _on frederic the great. ._ i shall cheerfully bear the reproach of having descended below the dignity of history.[ - ] _history of england. vol. i. chap. i._ there were gentlemen and there were seamen in the navy of charles ii. but the seamen were not gentlemen, and the gentlemen were not seamen. _history of england. vol. i. chap. ii._ the puritan hated bear-baiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators.[ - ] _history of england. vol. i. chap. iii._ i have not the chancellor's encyclopedic mind. he is indeed a kind of semi-solomon. he _half_ knows everything, from the cedar to the hyssop. _letter to macvey napier, dec. , ._ to every man upon this earth death cometh soon or late; and how can man die better than facing fearful odds for the ashes of his fathers and the temples of his gods? _lays of ancient rome. horatius, xxvii._ how well horatius kept the bridge in the brave days of old. _lays of ancient rome. horatius, lxx._ these be the great twin brethren to whom the dorians pray. _the battle of lake regillus._ the sweeter sound of woman's praise. _lines written in august, ._ ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons.[ - ] _political georgics._ footnotes: [ - ] see butler, page . [ - ] see pope, page - . [ - ] the same image was employed by macaulay in in the concluding paragraph of a review of mitford's greece, and he repeated it in his review of mill's "essay on government" in . what cities, as great as this, have . . . promised themselves immortality! posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. the sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others. . . . here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.--goldsmith: _the bee, no. iv._ ( .) _a city night piece._ who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself will sit down upon the banks of the seine, the thames, or the zuyder zee, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the multitude of sensations? who knows but he will sit down solitary amid silent ruins, and weep a people inurned and their greatness changed into an empty name?--volney: _ruins, chap. ii._ at last some curious traveller from lima will visit england, and give a description of the ruins of st. paul's, like the editions of baalbec and palmyra.--horace walpole: _letter to mason, nov. , ._ where now is britain? . . . . . . even as the savage sits upon the stone that marks where stood her capitols, and hears the bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks from the dismaying solitude. henry kirke white: _time._ in the firm expectation that when london shall be a habitation of bitterns, when st. paul and westminster abbey shall stand shapeless and nameless ruins in the midst of an unpeopled marsh, when the piers of waterloo bridge shall become the nuclei of islets of reeds and osiers, and cast the jagged shadows of their broken arches on the solitary stream, some transatlantic commentator will be weighing in the scales of some new and now unimagined system of criticism the respective merits of the bells and the fudges and their historians.--shelley: _dedication to peter bell._ [ - ] see bolingbroke, page . [ - ] even bear-baiting was esteemed heathenish and unchristian: the sport of it, not the inhumanity, gave offence.--hume: _history of england, vol. i. chap. lxii._ [ - ] macaulay, in a letter, june , , says "i sent these lines to the 'times' about three years ago." j. a. wade. - . meet me by moonlight alone, and then i will tell you a tale must be told by the moonlight alone, in the grove at the end of the vale! _meet me by moonlight._ 't were vain to tell thee all i feel, or say for thee i 'd die. _'t were vain to tell._ sir henry taylor. - --. the world knows nothing of its greatest men. _philip van artevelde. part i. act i. sc. ._ an unreflected light did never yet dazzle the vision feminine. _philip van artevelde. part i. act i. sc. ._ he that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. eternity mourns that. 't is an ill cure for life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. where sorrow 's held intrusive and turned out, there wisdom will not enter, nor true power, nor aught that dignifies humanity. _philip van artevelde. part i. act i. sc. ._ we figure to ourselves the thing we like; and then we build it up, as chance will have it, on the rock or sand,-- for thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, and homebound fancy runs her bark ashore. _philip van artevelde. part i. act i. sc. ._ such souls, whose sudden visitations daze the world, vanish like lightning, but they leave behind a voice that in the distance far away wakens the slumbering ages. _philip van artevelde. part i. act i. sc. ._ william h. seward. - . there is a higher law than the constitution. _speech, march , ._ it is an irrepressible conflict between opposing and enduring forces. _speech, oct. , ._ w. m. praed. - . twelve years ago i was a boy, a happy boy at drury's. _school and schoolfellows._ some lie beneath the churchyard stone, and some before the speaker. _school and schoolfellows._ i remember, i remember how my childhood fleeted by,-- the mirth of its december and the warmth of its july. _i remember, i remember._ george p. morris. - . woodman, spare that tree! touch not a single bough![ - ] in youth it sheltered me, and i 'll protect it now. _woodman, spare that tree! ._ a song for our banner! the watchword recall which gave the republic her station: "united we stand, divided we fall!" it made and preserves us a nation![ - ] the union of lakes, the union of lands, the union of states none can sever, the union of hearts, the union of hands, and the flag of our union forever! _the flag of our union._ near the lake where drooped the willow, long time ago! _near the lake._ footnotes: [ - ] see campbell, page . [ - ] see key, page . albert g. greene. - . old grimes is dead, that good old man we never shall see more; he used to wear a long black coat all buttoned down before.[ - ] _old grimes._ footnotes: [ - ] john lee is dead, that good old man,-- we ne'er shall see him more; he used to wear an old drab coat all buttoned down before. to the memory of john lee, who died may , . _an inscription in matherne churchyard._ old abram brown is dead and gone,-- you 'll never see him more; he used to wear a long brown coat that buttoned down before. halliwell: _nursery rhymes of england, p. ._ lydia maria child. - . england may as well dam up the waters of the nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of freedom, more proud and firm in this youthful land than where she treads the sequestered glens of scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of switzerland. _supposititious speech of james otis. the rebels, chap. iv._ douglas jerrold. - . he is one of those wise philanthropists who in a time of famine would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks. _douglas jerrold's wit._ the surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling. _douglas jerrold's wit._ the nobleman of the garden. _the pineapple._ that fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment. _a comic author._ the best thing i know between france and england is the sea. _the anglo-french alliance._ the life of the husbandman,--a life fed by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven. _the husbandman's life._ some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half-way to meet it. _meeting troubles half-way._ earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest. _a land of plenty_ [_australia_]. the ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. now, if i were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people i could work for with a great deal of enjoyment. _ugly trades._ a blessed companion is a book,--a book that fitly chosen is a life-long friend. _books._ there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world. _a wedding-gown._ he was so good he would pour rose-water on a toad. _a charitable man._ as for the brandy, "nothing extenuate;" and the water, put nought in in malice. _shakespeare grog._ talk to him of jacob's ladder, and he would ask the number of the steps. _a matter-of-fact man._ ralph waldo emerson. - . nor knowest thou what argument thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. all are needed by each one; nothing is fair or good alone. _each and all._ i wiped away the weeds and foam, i fetched my sea-born treasures home; but the poor, unsightly, noisome things had left their beauty on the shore, with the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. _each and all._ not from a vain or shallow thought his awful jove young phidias brought. _the problem._ out from the heart of nature rolled the burdens of the bible old. _the problem._ the hand that rounded peter's dome, and groined the aisles of christian rome, wrought in a sad sincerity; himself from god he could not free; he builded better than he knew: the conscious stone to beauty grew. _the problem._ earth proudly wears the parthenon as the best gem upon her zone. _the problem._ earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet clear of the grave. _hamatreya._ good bye, proud world! i 'm going home; thou art not my friend, and i 'm not thine.[ - ] _good bye._ for what are they all in their high conceit, when man in the bush with god may meet? _good bye._ if eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being. _the rhodora._ things are in the saddle, and ride mankind.[ - ] _ode, inscribed to w. h. channing._ olympian bards who sung divine ideas below, which always find us young and always keep us so. _ode to beauty._ heartily know, when half-gods go, the gods arrive. _give all to love._ love not the flower they pluck and know it not, and all their botany is latin names. _blight._ the silent organ loudest chants the master's requiem. _dirge._ by the rude bridge that arched the flood, their flag to april's breeze unfurled, here once the embattl'd farmers stood, and fired the shot heard round the world.[ - ] _hymn sung at the completion of the battle monument._ what potent blood hath modest may! _may-day._ and striving to be man, the worm mounts through all the spires of form. _may-day._ and every man, in love or pride, of his fate is never wide. _nemesis._ none shall rule but the humble, and none but toil shall have. _boston hymn. ._ oh, tenderly the haughty day fills his blue urn with fire. _ode, concord, july , ._ go put your creed into your deed, nor speak with double tongue. _ode, concord, july , ._ so nigh is grandeur to our dust, so near is god to man, when duty whispers low, thou must, the youth replies, i can! _voluntaries._ whoever fights, whoever falls, justice conquers evermore. _voluntaries._ nor sequent centuries could hit orbit and sum of shakespeare's wit. _solution._ born for success he seemed, with grace to win, with heart to hold, with shining gifts that took all eyes. _in memoriam._ nor mourn the unalterable days that genius goes and folly stays. _in memoriam._ fear not, then, thou child infirm; there 's no god dare wrong a worm. _compensation._ he thought it happier to be dead, to die for beauty, than live for bread. _beauty._ wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill? pay every debt, as if god wrote the bill? _suum cuique._ too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die. _quatrains. nature._ though love repine, and reason chafe, there came a voice without reply,-- "'t is man's perdition to be safe when for the truth he ought to die." _sacrifice._ for what avail the plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fail? _boston._ if the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him.[ - ] _nature. addresses and lectures. the american scholar._ there is no great and no small[ - ] to the soul that maketh all; and where it cometh, all things are; and it cometh everywhere. _essays. first series. epigraph to history._ time dissipates to shining ether the solid angularity of facts. _essays. first series. history._ nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same. _essays. first series. history._ a man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is the world. _essays. first series. history._ the virtue in most request is conformity. self-reliance is its aversion. it loves not realities and creators, but names and customs. _essays. first series. self-reliance._ a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. _essays. first series. self-reliance._ to be great is to be misunderstood. _essays. first series. self-reliance._ discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will. _essays. first series. self-reliance._ everything in nature contains all the powers of nature. everything is made of one hidden stuff. _essays. first series. compensation._ it is as impossible for a man to be cheated by any one but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the same time. _essays. first series. compensation._ proverbs, like the sacred books of each nation, are the sanctuary of the intuitions. _essays. first series. compensation._ every action is measured by the depth of the sentiment from which it proceeds. _essays. first series. spiritual laws._ all mankind love a lover. _essays. first series. love._ a ruddy drop of manly blood the surging sea outweighs; the world uncertain comes and goes, the lover rooted stays. _essays. first series. epigraph to friendship._ a friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature. _essays. first series. friendship._ nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. _essays. first series. circles._ there is nothing settled in manners, but the laws of behaviour yield to the energy of the individual. _essays. second series. manners._ and with cæsar to take in his hand the army, the empire, and cleopatra, and say, "all these will i relinquish if you will show me the fountain of the nile." _new england reformers._ he is great who is what he is from nature, and who never reminds us of others. _representative men. uses of great men._ is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?[ - ] _representative men. montaigne._ thought is the property of him who can entertain it, and of him who can adequately place it. _representative men. shakespeare._ the hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue. _english traits. race._ i find the englishman to be him of all men who stands firmest in his shoes. _english traits. manners._ a creative economy is the fuel of magnificence. _english traits. aristocracy._ the manly part is to do with might and main what you can do. _the conduct of life. wealth._ the alleged power to charm down insanity, or ferocity in beasts, is a power behind the eye. _the conduct of life. behaviour._ fine manners need the support of fine manners in others. _the conduct of life. behaviour._ good is a good doctor, but bad is sometimes a better. _the conduct of life. considerations by the way._ god may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth. _the conduct of life. society and solitude._ hitch your wagon to a star. _the conduct of life. civilization._ i rarely read any latin, greek, german, italian, sometimes not a french book, in the original, which i can procure in a good version. i like to be beholden to the great metropolitan english speech, the sea which receives tributaries from every region under heaven. i should as soon think of swimming across charles river when i wish to go to boston, as of reading all my books in originals when i have them rendered for me in my mother tongue. _the conduct of life. books._ we do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count. _the conduct of life. old age._ life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy. _letters and social aims. social aims._ by necessity, by proclivity, and by delight, we all quote. _letters and social aims. quotation and originality._ next to the originator of a good sentence is the first quoter of it.[ - ] _letters and social aims. quotation and originality._ when shakespeare is charged with debts to his authors, landor replies, "yet he was more original than his originals. he breathed upon dead bodies and brought them into life." _letters and social aims. quotation and originality._ in fact, it is as difficult to appropriate the thoughts of others as it is to invent. _letters and social aims. quotation and originality._ the passages of shakespeare that we most prize were never quoted until within this century. _letters and social aims. quotation and originality._ great men are they who see that spiritual is stronger than any material force; that thoughts rule the world. _progress of culture. phi beta kappa address, july , ._ i do not find that the age or country makes the least difference; no, nor the language the actors spoke, nor the religion which they professed, whether arab in the desert or frenchman in the academy. i see that sensible men and conscientious men all over the world were of one religion.[ - ] _lectures and biographical sketches. the preacher._ footnotes: [ - ] see byron, page . [ - ] i never could believe that providence had sent a few men into the world ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden.--rumbold (when on the scaffold). [ - ] no war or battle sound was heard the world around. milton: _hymn of christ's nativity, line ._ [ - ] everything comes if a man will only wait.--disraeli: _tancred, book iv. chap. viii._ [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see davies, page . [ - ] there is not less wit nor less invention in applying rightly a thought one finds in a book, than in being the first author of that thought. cardinal du perron has been heard to say that the happy application of a verse of virgil has deserved a talent.--bayle: _vol. ii. p. ._ though old the thought and oft exprest, 't is his at last who says it best. lowell: _for an autograph._ [ - ] see johnson, page . richard hengest horne. - ----. 't is always morning somewhere in the world.[ - ] _orion. book iii. canto ii._ ( .) footnotes: [ - ] 't is always morning somewhere.--longfellow: _wayside inn. birds of killingworth, stanza ._ william lloyd garrison. - . my country is the world; my countrymen are mankind.[ - ] _prospectus of the public liberator, ._ i am in earnest. i will not equivocate; i will not excuse; i will not retreat a single inch; and i will be heard! _salutatory of the liberator, jan. , ._ our country is the world; our countrymen are mankind. _motto of the liberator, vol. i. no. , ._ i will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice. _the liberator, vol. i. no. , ._ our country is the world; our countrymen are all mankind. _prospectus of the liberator, dec. , ._ the compact which exists between the north and the south is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell.[ - ] _resolution adopted by the antislavery society, jan. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] socrates said he was not an athenian or a greek, but a citizen of the world.--plutarch: _on banishment._ diogenes, when asked from what country he came, replied, "i am a citizen of the world."--diogenes laertius. _my country is the world_, and my religion is to do good.--thomas paine: _rights of man, chap. v._ [ - ] we have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement.--_isaiah xxviii. ._ mary howitt. - . old england is our home, and englishmen are we; our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea. _old england is our home._ "will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly; "'t is the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy." _the spider and the fly._ sarah flower adams. - . nearer, my god, to thee! nearer to thee! e'en though it be a cross that raiseth me, still all my song shall be, nearer, my god, to thee! nearer to thee! edward bulwer lytton. - . curse away! and let me tell thee, beausant, a wise proverb the arabs have,--"curses are like young chickens, and still come home to roost." _the lady of lyons. act v. sc. ._ beneath the rule of men entirely great, the pen is mightier than the sword.[ - ] _richelieu. act ii. sc. ._ take away the sword; states can be saved without it. _richelieu. act ii. sc. ._ in the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves for a bright manhood, there is no such word as "fail." _richelieu. act ii. sc. ._ the brilliant chief, irregularly great, frank, haughty, rash,--the rupert of debate![ - ] _the new timon._ (_ ._) _part i._ _alone!_--that worn-out word, so idly spoken, and so coldly heard; yet all that poets sing and grief hath known of hopes laid waste, knells in that word alone! _the new timon._ (_ ._) _part ii._ when stars are in the quiet skies, then most i pine for thee; bend on me then thy tender eyes, as stars look on the sea. _when stars are in the quiet skies._ buy my flowers,--oh buy, i pray! the blind girl comes from afar. _buy my flowers._ the man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a samaritan. _night and morning. chap. vi._ footnotes: [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] in april, , mr. disraeli thus alluded to lord stanley: "the noble lord is the rupert of debate." benjamin disraeli (earl beaconsfield). - . free trade is not a principle, it is an expedient.[ - ] _on import duties, april , ._ the noble lord[ - ] is the rupert of debate.[ - ] _speech, april, ._ a conservative government is an organized hypocrisy. _speech, march , ._ a precedent embalms a principle. _speech, feb. , ._ it is much easier to be critical than to be correct. _speech, jan. , ._ the characteristic of the present age is craving credulity. _speech, nov. , ._ assassination has never changed the history of the world. _speech, may, ._ i see before me the statue of a celebrated minister,[ - ] who said that confidence was a plant of slow growth. but i believe, however gradual may be the growth of confidence, that of credit requires still more time to arrive at maturity. _speech, nov. , ._ the secret of success is constancy to purpose. _speech, june , ._ the author who speaks about his own books is almost as bad as a mother who talks about her own children. _speech, nov. , ._ apologies only account for that which they do not alter. _speech, july , ._ increased means and increased leisure are the two civilizers of man. _speech, april , ._ i repeat . . . that all power is a trust; that we are accountable for its exercise; that from the people and for the people all springs, and all must exist.[ - ] _vivian grey. book vi. chap. vii._ man is not the creature of circumstances. circumstances are the creatures of men. _vivian grey. book vi. chap. vii._ the disappointment of manhood succeeds to the delusion of youth: let us hope that the heritage of old age is not despair. _vivian grey. book viii. chap. iv._ the first favourite was never heard of, the second favourite was never seen after the distance post, all the ten-to-oners were in the rear, and a dark horse[ - ] which had never been thought of, and which the careless st. james had never even observed in the list, rushed past the grand stand in sweeping triumph. _the young duke. book i. chap. v._ patience is a necessary ingredient of genius. _contarini fleming. part iv. chap. v._ youth is a blunder; manhood a struggle; old age a regret. _coningsby. book iii. chap. i._ but what minutes! count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day, and the race a life. _sybil. book i. chap. ii._ only think of cockie graves having gone and done it! _sybil. book i. chap. ii._ the duke of wellington brought to the post of first minister immortal fame,--a quality of success which would almost seem to include all others. _sybil. book i. chap. iii._ the egremonts had never said anything that was remembered, or done anything that could be recalled. _sybil. book i. chap. iii._ if the history of england be ever written by one who has the knowledge and the courage,--and both qualities are equally requisite for the undertaking,--the world will be more astonished than when reading the roman annals by niebuhr. _sybil. book i. chap. iii._ that earliest shock in one's life which occurs to all of us; which first makes us think. _sybil. book i. chap. v._ to be conscious that you are ignorant is a great step to knowledge. _sybil. book i. chap. v._ principle is ever my motto, not expediency. _sybil. book ii. chap. ii._ property has its duties as well as its rights.[ - ] _sybil. book ii. chap. xi._ mr. kremlin was distinguished for ignorance; for he had only one idea, and that was wrong.[ - ] _sybil. book iv. chap. v._ everything comes if a man will only wait.[ - ] _tancred. book iv. chap. viii._ (_ ._) that when a man fell into his anecdotage, it was a sign for him to retire. _lothair. chap. xxviii._ you know who critics are?--the men who have failed in literature and art.[ - ] _lothair. chap. xxxv._ his christianity was muscular. _endymion. chap. xiv._ the athanasian creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric ever poured forth by the genius of man. _endymion. chap. lii._ the world is a wheel, and it will all come round right. _endymion. chap. lxx._ "as for that," said waldenshare, "sensible men are all of the same religion." "pray, what is that?" inquired the prince. "sensible men never tell."[ - ] _endymion. chap. lxxxi._ the sweet simplicity of the three per cents.[ - ] _endymion. chap. xcvi._ footnotes: [ - ] it is a condition which confronts us, not a theory.--grover cleveland: _annual message, . reference to the tariff._ [ - ] lord stanley. [ - ] see bulwer, page . [ - ] william pitt, earl of chatham. [ - ] see webster, page . [ - ] a common political phrase in the united states. [ - ] see drummond, page . [ - ] see johnson, page . [ - ] see emerson, page . all things come round to him who will but wait.--longfellow: _tales of a wayside inn. the student's tale._ ( .) [ - ] see coleridge, page . [ - ] see johnson, page . an anecdote is related of sir anthony ashley cooper ( - ), who, in speaking of religion, said, "people differ in their discourse and profession about these matters, but men of sense are really but of one religion." to the inquiry of "what religion?" the earl said, "men of sense never tell it."--burnet: _history of my own times, vol. i. p. , note_ (edition ). [ - ] see stowell, page . robert montgomery. - . and thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.[ - ] _the omnipresence of the deity. part i._ the soul aspiring pants its source to mount, as streams meander level with their fount.[ - ] _the omnipresence of the deity. part i._ the solitary monk who shook the world from pagan slumber, when the gospel trump thunder'd its challenge from his dauntless lips in peals of truth. _luther. man's need and god's supply._ and not from nature up to nature's god,[ - ] but down from nature's god look nature through. _luther. a landscape of domestic life._ footnotes: [ - ] see byron, page . [ - ] we take this to be, on the whole, the worst similitude in the world. in the first place, no stream meanders or can possibly meander level with the fount. in the next place, if streams did meander level with their founts, no two motions can be less like each other than that of meandering level and that of mounting upwards.--macaulay: _review of montgomery's poems_ (_eleventh edition_). _edinburgh review, april, ._ these lines were omitted in the subsequent edition of the poem. [ - ] see bolingbroke, page . charles jefferys. - . come o'er the moonlit sea, the waves are brightly glowing. _the moonlit sea._ the morn was fair, the skies were clear, no breath came o'er the sea. _the rose of allandale._ meek and lowly, pure and holy, chief among the "blessed three." _charity._ come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are bright on river and forest, o'er mountain and lea. _come, wander with me._ a word in season spoken may calm the troubled breast. _a word in season._ the bud is on the bough again, the leaf is on the tree. _the meeting of spring and summer._ i have heard the mavis singing its love-song to the morn; i 've seen the dew-drop clinging to the rose just newly born. _mary of argyle._ we have lived and loved together through many changing years; we have shared each other's gladness, and wept each other's tears. _we have lived and loved together._ lady dufferin. - . i 'm sitting on the stile, mary, where we sat side by side. _lament of the irish emigrant._ i 'm very lonely now, mary, for the poor make no new friends; but oh they love the better still the few our father sends! _lament of the irish emigrant._ henry w. longfellow. - . (_from the edition of ._) look, then, into thine heart, and write![ - ] _voices of the night. prelude._ tell me not, in mournful numbers, "life is but an empty dream!" for the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem.[ - ] _a psalm of life._ life is real! life is earnest! and the grave is not its goal; dust thou art, to dust returnest, was not spoken of the soul. _a psalm of life._ art is long, and time is fleeting,[ - ] and our hearts, though stout and brave, still like muffled drums are beating funeral marches to the grave.[ - ] _a psalm of life._ trust no future, howe'er pleasant! let the dead past bury its dead! act, act in the living present! heart within, and god o'erhead! _a psalm of life._ lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime, and departing, leave behind us footprints on the sands of time. _a psalm of life._ let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate;[ - ] still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labour and to wait. _a psalm of life._ there is a reaper whose name is death,[ - ] and with his sickle keen he reaps the bearded grain at a breath, and the flowers that grow between. _the reaper and the flowers._ the star of the unconquered will. _the light of stars._ oh, fear not in a world like this, and thou shalt know erelong,-- know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong. _the light of stars._ spake full well, in language quaint and olden, one who dwelleth by the castled rhine, when he called the flowers, so blue and golden, stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. _flowers._ the hooded clouds, like friars, tell their beads in drops of rain. _midnight mass._ no tears dim the sweet look that nature wears. _sunrise on the hills._ no one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart, though unknown, responds unto his own. _endymion._ for time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest![ - ] _it is not always may._ into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary. _the rainy day._ the prayer of ajax was for light.[ - ] _the goblet of life._ o suffering, sad humanity! o ye afflicted ones, who lie steeped to the lips in misery, longing, yet afraid to die, patient, though sorely tried! _the goblet of life._ standing with reluctant feet where the brook and river meet, womanhood and childhood fleet! _maidenhood._ o thou child of many prayers! life hath quicksands; life hath snares! _maidenhood._ she floats upon the river of his thoughts.[ - ] _the spanish student. act ii. sc. ._ a banner with the strange device. _excelsior._ this is the place. stand still, my steed,-- let me review the scene, and summon from the shadowy past the forms that once have been. _a gleam of sunshine._ the day is done, and the darkness falls from the wings of night, as a feather is wafted downward from an eagle in his flight. _the day is done._ a feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain. _the day is done._ and the night shall be filled with music, and the cares that infest the day shall fold their tents like the arabs, and as silently steal away. _the day is done._ sail on, o ship of state! sail on, o union, strong and great! humanity with all its fears, with all the hopes of future years, is hanging breathless on thy fate! _the building of the ship._ our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,-- our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o'er our fears, are all with thee,--are all with thee! _the building of the ship._ the leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark. _the fire of drift-wood._ there is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there; there is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair. _resignation._ the air is full of farewells to the dying, and mournings for the dead. _resignation._ but oftentimes celestial benedictions assume this dark disguise. _resignation._ what seem to us but sad, funereal tapers may be heaven's distant lamps. _resignation._ there is no death! what seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call death. _resignation._ safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, she lives whom we call dead. _resignation._ in the elder days of art, builders wrought with greatest care each minute and unseen part; for the gods see everywhere. _the builders._ this is the forest primeval. _evangeline. part i._ when she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. _evangeline. part i. ._ blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. _evangeline. part i. ._ and as she looked around, she saw how death the consoler, laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever. _evangeline. part ii. ._ god had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.[ - ] _the courtship of miles standish. iv._ into a world unknown,--the corner-stone of a nation![ - ] _the courtship of miles standish. iv._ saint augustine! well hast thou said, that of our vices we can frame a ladder, if we will but tread beneath our feet each deed of shame.[ - ] _the ladder of saint augustine._ the heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept were toiling upward in the night. _the ladder of saint augustine._ the surest pledge of a deathless name is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken. _the herons of elmwood._ he has singed the beard of the king of spain.[ - ] _the dutch picture._ the love of learning, the sequestered nooks, and all the sweet serenity of books. _morituri salutamus._ with useless endeavour forever, forever, is sisyphus rolling his stone up the mountain! _the masque of pandora. chorus of the eumenides._ all things come round to him who will but wait.[ - ] _tales of a wayside inn. the student's tale._ time has laid his hand upon my heart gently, not smiting it, but as a harper lays his open palm upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. _the golden legend. iv._ hospitality sitting with gladness. _translation from frithiof's saga._ who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, who ne'er the mournful midnight hours weeping upon his bed has sate, he knows you not, ye heavenly powers. _motto, hyperion. book i._[ - ] something the heart must have to cherish, must love and joy and sorrow learn; something with passion clasp, or perish and in itself to ashes burn. _hyperion. book ii._ alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the book of human life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number. _hyperion. book iv. chap. viii._ hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.[ - ] _kavanagh._ there is no greater sorrow than to be mindful of the happy time in misery.[ - ] _inferno. canto v. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] see philip sidney, page . [ - ] things are not always what they seem.--phÆdrus: _fables, book iv. fable ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . art is long, life is short.--goethe: _wilhelm meister, vii. ._ [ - ] our lives are but our marches to the grave.-beaumont and fletcher: _the humorous lieutenant, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] see byron, page . [ - ] there is a reaper whose name is death.--arnim and brentano: _erntelied._ (from "des knaben wunderhorn," ed. , vol. i. p. .) [ - ] never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.--cervantes: _don quixote, part ii. chap. lxxiv._ [ - ] the light of heaven restore; give me to see, and ajax asks no more. pope: _the iliad, book xvii. line ._ [ - ] see byron, page . [ - ] see stoughton, page . [ - ] plymouth rock. [ - ] i held it truth, with him who sings to one clear harp in divers tones, that men may rise on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things. tennyson: _in memoriam, i._ [ - ] sir francis drake entered the harbour of cadiz, april , , and destroyed shipping to the amount of ten thousand tons lading. to use his own expressive phrase, he had "singed the spanish king's beard."--knight: _pictorial history of england, vol. iii. p. ._ [ - ] see emerson, page . [ - ] wer nie sein brod mit thränen ass, wer nicht die kummervollen nächte auf seinem bette weinend sass, der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen mächte. goethe: _wilhelm meister, book ii. chap. xiii._ [ - ] quoted from cotton's "to-morrow." see genesis xxx. . [ - ] see chaucer, page . in omni adversitate fortunæ, infelicissimum genus est infortunii fuisse felicem (in every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune).--boethius: _de consolatione philosophiæ, liber ii._ this is truth the poet sings, that a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. tennyson: _locksley hall, line ._ john g. whittier. - ----. so fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn which once he wore; the glory from his gray hairs gone for evermore! _ichabod!_ making their lives a prayer. _to a. k. on receiving a basket of sea-mosses._ and step by step, since time began, i see the steady gain of man. _the chapel of the hermits._ for still the new transcends the old in signs and tokens manifold; slaves rise up men; the olive waves, with roots deep set in battle graves! _the chapel of the hermits._ give lettered pomp to teeth of time, so "bonnie doon" but tarry; blot out the epic's stately rhyme, but spare his "highland mary!" _lines on burns._ for of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "it might have been!" _maud muller._ low stir of leaves and dip of oars and lapsing waves on quiet shores. _snow bound._ the hope of all who suffer, the dread of all who wrong. _the mantle of st. john de matha._ i know not where his islands lift their fronded palms in air; i only know i cannot drift beyond his love and care. _the eternal goodness._ salmon p. chase. - . the constitution, in all its provisions, looks to an indestructible union composed of indestructible states. _decision in texas v. white, wallace, ._ no more slave states; no slave territories. _platform of the free soil national convention, ._ the way to resumption is to resume. _letter to horace greeley, march , ._ samuel francis smith. - ----. my country, 't is of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee i sing: land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims' pride, from every mountain-side let freedom ring. _national hymn._ our fathers' god, to thee; author of liberty, to thee i sing; long may our land be bright with freedom's holy light; protect us by thy might, great god, our king! _national hymn._ elizabeth barrett browning. - . there shakespeare, on whose forehead climb the crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime with tears and laughter for all time! _a vision of poets._ and chaucer, with his infantine familiar clasp of things divine. _a vision of poets._ and marlowe, webster, fletcher, ben, whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when the world was worthy of such men. _a vision of poets._ knowledge by suffering entereth, and life is perfected by death. _a vision of poets. conclusion._ oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west. _toll slowly._ and i smiled to think god's greatness flowed around our incompleteness, round our restlessness his rest. _rhyme of the duchess._ or from browning some "pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity. _lady geraldine's courtship. xli._ but since he had the genius to be loved, why let him have the justice to be honoured in his grave. _crowned and buried. xxvii._ thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man. _to george sand. a desire._ by thunders of white silence. _hiram power's greek slave._ and that dismal cry rose slowly and sank slowly through the air, full of spirit's melancholy and eternity's despair; and they heard the words it said,-- "pan is dead! great pan is dead! pan, pan is dead!"[ - ] _the dead pan._ death forerunneth love to win "sweetest eyes were ever seen." _catarina to camoens. ix._ she has seen the mystery hid under egypt's pyramid: by those eyelids pale and close now she knows what rhamses knows. _little mattie. stanza ii._ but so fair, she takes the breath of men away who gaze upon her unaware. _bianca among the nightingales. xii._ god answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, and thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, a gauntlet with a gift in 't. _aurora leigh. book ii._ the growing drama has outgrown such toys of simulated stature, face, and speech: it also peradventure may outgrow the simulation of the painted scene, boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, and take for a worthier stage the soul itself, its shifting fancies and celestial lights, with all its grand orchestral silences to keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds. _aurora leigh. book v._ footnotes: [ - ] thamus . . . uttered with a loud voice his message, "the great pan is dead."--plutarch: _why the oracles cease to give answers._ abraham lincoln. - . i believe this government cannot endure permanently half slave and half free. _speech, june , ._ let us have faith that right makes might; and in that faith let us dare to do our duty as we understand it. _address, new york city, feb. , ._ in giving freedom to the slave we assure freedom to the free,--honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve. _second annual message to congress, dec. , ._ that this nation, under god, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.[ - ] _speech at gettysburg, nov. , ._ with malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as god gives us to see the right.[ - ] _second inaugural address, march , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see daniel webster, page . [ - ] see j. q. adams, page . charles darwin. - . i have called this principle, by which each slight variation, if useful, is preserved, by the term natural selection. _the origin of species. chap. iii._ we will now discuss in a little more detail the struggle for existence.[ - ] _the origin of species. chap. iii._ the expression often used by mr. herbert spencer of the survival of the fittest is more accurate, and is sometimes equally convenient.[ - ] _the origin of species. chap. iii._ footnotes: [ - ] the perpetual struggle for room and food.--malthus: _on population. chap. iii. p. _ ( ). [ - ] this survival of the fittest which i have here sought to express in mechanical terms, is that which mr. darwin has called "natural selection, or the preservation of favoured races in the struggle for life."--herbert spencer: _principles of biology. indirect equilibration._ alfred tennyson. - ----. (_from the edition of ._) this laurel greener from the brows of him that utter'd nothing base. _to the queen._ and statesmen at her council met who knew the seasons, when to take occasion by the hand, and make the bounds of freedom wider yet. _to the queen._ broad based upon her people's will, and compassed by the inviolate sea. _to the queen._ for it was in the golden prime of good haroun alraschid. _recollections of the arabian nights._ dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love. _the poet._ like glimpses of forgotten dreams. _the two voices. stanza cxxvii._ across the walnuts and the wine. _the miller's daughter._ o love! o fire! once he drew with one long kiss my whole soul through my lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.[ - ] _fatima. stanza ._ self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,-- these three alone lead life to sovereign power. _oenone._ because right is right, to follow right were wisdom in the scorn of consequence. _oenone._ i built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, wherein at ease for aye to dwell. _the palace of art._ her manners had not that repose which stamps the caste of vere de vere. _lady clara vere de vere. stanza ._ from yon blue heaven above us bent, the grand old gardener and his wife[ - ] smile at the claims of long descent. _lady clara vere de vere. stanza ._ howe'er it be, it seems to me, 't is only noble to be good.[ - ] kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than norman blood. _lady clara vere de vere. stanza ._ you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; to-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad new year,-- of all the glad new year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; for i 'm to be queen o' the may, mother, i 'm to be queen o' the may. _the may queen._ ah, why should life all labour be? _the lotus-eaters. iv._ a daughter of the gods, divinely tall, and most divinely fair.[ - ] _a dream of fair women. stanza xxii._ god gives us love. something to love he lends us; but when love is grown to ripeness, that on which it throve falls off, and love is left alone. _to j. s._ sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace! sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, while the stars burn, the moons increase, and the great ages onward roll. _to j. s._ sleep till the end, true soul and sweet! nothing comes to thee new or strange. sleep full of rest from head to feet; lie still, dry dust, secure of change. _to j. s._ more black than ash-buds in the front of march. _the gardener's daughter._ of love that never found his earthly close, what sequel? streaming eyes and breaking hearts; or all the same as if he had not been? _love and duty._ the long mechanic pacings to and fro, the set, gray life, and apathetic end. _love and duty._ ah, when shall all men's good be each man's rule, and universal peace lie like a shaft of light across the land, and like a lane of beams athwart the sea, thro' all the circle of the golden year? _the golden year._ i am a part of all that i have met.[ - ] _ulysses._ how dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use,-- as tho' to breathe were life! _ulysses._ it may be we shall touch the happy isles, and see the great achilles whom we knew. _ulysses._ here at the quiet limit of the world. _tithonus._ in the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; in the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. _locksley hall. line ._ love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; smote the chord of self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. _locksley hall. line ._ he will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. _locksley hall. line ._ this is truth the poet sings, that a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.[ - ] _locksley hall. line ._ like a dog, he hunts in dreams. _locksley hall. line ._ with a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart. _locksley hall. line ._ but the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that honour feels. _locksley hall. line ._ men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new. _locksley hall. line ._ yet i doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, and the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns. _locksley hall. line ._ knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. _locksley hall. line ._ i will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. _locksley hall. line ._ i, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. _locksley hall. line ._ let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change. _locksley hall. line ._ better fifty years of europe than a cycle of cathay. _locksley hall. line ._ i waited for the train at coventry; i hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, to watch the three tall spires; and there i shaped the city's ancient legend into this. _godiva._ and on her lover's arm she leant, and round her waist she felt it fold, and far across the hills they went in that new world which is the old. _the day-dream. the departure, i._ and o'er the hills, and far away beyond their utmost purple rim, beyond the night, across the day, thro' all the world she follow'd him. _the day-dream. the departure, iv._ we are ancients of the earth, and in the morning of the times. _l'envoi._ as she fled fast through sun and shade the happy winds upon her play'd, blowing the ringlet from the braid. _sir launcelot and queen guinevere._ for now the poet cannot die, nor leave his music as of old, but round him ere he scarce be cold begins the scandal and the cry. _to ----, after reading a life and letters._ but oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, and the sound of a voice that is still! _break, break, break._ but the tender grace of a day that is dead will never come back to me. _break, break, break._ for men may come and men may go, but i go on forever. _the brook._ mastering the lawless science of our law,-- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances. _aylmer's field._ rich in saving common-sense, and, as the greatest only are, in his simplicity sublime. _ode on the death of the duke of wellington. stanza ._ oh good gray head which all men knew! _ode on the death of the duke of wellington. stanza ._ that tower of strength which stood four-square to all the winds that blew. _ode on the death of the duke of wellington. stanza ._ for this is england's greatest son, he that gain'd a hundred fights, and never lost an english gun. _ode on the death of the duke of wellington. stanza ._ not once or twice in our rough-island story the path of duty was the way to glory. _ode on the death of the duke of wellington. stanza ._ all in the valley of death rode the six hundred. _the charge of the light brigade. stanza ._ some one had blunder'd: theirs not to make reply, theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die. _the charge of the light brigade. stanza ._ cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon in front of them. . . . . into the jaws of death,[ - ] into the mouth of hell rode the six hundred. _the charge of the light brigade. stanza ._ that a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies; that a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright; but a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight. _the grandmother. stanza ._ o love! what hours were thine and mine, in lands of palm and southern pine; in lands of palm, of orange-blossom, of olive, aloe, and maize and vine! _the daisy. stanza ._ so dear a life your arms enfold, whose crying is a cry for gold. _the daisy. stanza ._ read my little fable: he that runs may read.[ - ] most can raise the flowers now, for all have got the seed. _the flower._ in that fierce light which beats upon a throne. _idylls of the king. dedication._ it is the little rift within the lute that by and by will make the music mute, and ever widening slowly silence all. _idylls of the king. merlin and vivien._ his honour rooted in dishonour stood, and faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. _idylls of the king. launcelot and elaine._ the old order changeth, yielding place to new; and god fulfils himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world. _the passing of arthur._ i am going a long way with these thou seëst--if indeed i go (for all my mind is clouded with a doubt)-- to the island-valley of avilion, where falls not hail or rain or any snow, nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns and bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, where i will heal me of my grievous wound. _the passing of arthur._ with prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, and sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair. _the princess. prologue. line ._ a rosebud set with little wilful thorns, and sweet as english air could make her, she. _the princess. part i. line ._ jewels five-words-long, that on the stretch'd forefinger of all time sparkle forever. _the princess. part ii. line ._ blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying. _the princess. part iii. line ._ o love! they die in yon rich sky, they faint on hill or field or river: our echoes roll from soul to soul, and grow forever and forever. blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! and answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying. _the princess. part iii. line ._ there sinks the nebulous star we call the sun. _the princess. part iv. line ._ tears, idle tears, i know not what they mean. tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eyes, in looking on the happy autumn-fields, and thinking of the days that are no more. _the princess. part iv. line ._ unto dying eyes the casement slowly grows a glimmering square. _the princess. part iv. line ._ dear as remember'd kisses after death, and sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd on lips that are for others; deep as love,-- deep as first love, and wild with all regret. oh death in life, the days that are no more! _the princess. part iv. line ._ sweet is every sound, sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, the moan of doves in immemorial elms, and murmuring of innumerable bees. _the princess. part vii. line ._ happy he with such a mother! faith in womankind beats with his blood, and trust in all things high comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, he shall not blind his soul with clay. _the princess. part vii. line ._ faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null. _maud. part i. ii._ that jewell'd mass of millinery, that oil'd and curl'd assyrian bull. _maud. part i. vi. stanza ._ gorgonized me from head to foot, with a stony british stare. _maud. part i. xiii. stanza ._ come into the garden, maud, for the black bat, night, has flown; come into the garden, maud, i am here at the gate alone. _maud. part i. xxii. stanza ._ queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. _maud. part i. xxii. stanza ._ ah, christ, that it were possible for one short hour to see the souls we loved, that they might tell us what and where they be. _maud. part ii. iv. stanza ._ let knowledge grow from more to more. _in memoriam. prologue. line ._ i held it truth, with him who sings[ - ] to one clear harp in divers tones, that men may rise on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things.[ - ] _in memoriam. i. stanza ._ but for the unquiet heart and brain a use in measured language lies; the sad mechanic exercise like dull narcotics numbing pain. _in memoriam. v. stanza ._ never morning wore to evening, but some heart did break. _in memoriam. vi. stanza ._ and topples round the dreary west a looming bastion fringed with fire. _in memoriam. xv. stanza ._ and from his ashes may be made the violet of his native land.[ - ] _in memoriam. xviii. stanza ._ i do but sing because i must, and pipe but as the linnets sing.[ - ] _in memoriam. xxi. stanza ._ the shadow cloak'd from head to foot. _in memoriam. xxiii. stanza ._ who keeps the keys of all the creeds. _in memoriam. xxiii. stanza ._ and thought leapt out to wed with thought ere thought could wed itself with speech. _in memoriam. xxiii. stanza ._ 't is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.[ - ] _in memoriam. xxvii. stanza ._ her eyes are homes of silent prayer. _in memoriam. xxxii. stanza ._ whose faith has centre everywhere, nor cares to fix itself to form. _in memoriam. xxxiii. stanza ._ short swallow-flights of song, that dip their wings in tears, and skim away. _in memoriam. xlviii. stanza ._ hold thou the good; define it well; for fear divine philosophy should push beyond her mark, and be procuress to the lords of hell. _in memoriam. liii. stanza ._ oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill. _in memoriam. liv. stanza ._ but what am i? an infant crying in the night: an infant crying for the light, and with no language but a cry. _in memoriam. liv. stanza ._ so careful of the type she seems, so careless of the single life. _in memoriam. lv. stanza ._ the great world's altar-stairs, that slope through darkness up to god. _in memoriam. lv. stanza ._ who battled for the true, the just. _in memoriam. lvi. stanza ._ and grasps the skirts of happy chance, and breasts the blows of circumstance. _in memoriam. lxiv. stanza ._ and lives to clutch the golden keys, to mould a mighty state's decrees, and shape the whisper of the throne. _in memoriam. lxiv. stanza ._ so many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be. _in memoriam. lxxiii. stanza ._ thy leaf has perish'd in the green, and while we breathe beneath the sun, the world, which credits what is done, is cold to all that might have been. _in memoriam. lxxv. stanza ._ o last regret, regret can die! _in memoriam. lxxviii. stanza ._ there lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds. _in memoriam. xcvi. stanza ._ he seems so near, and yet so far. _in memoriam. xcvii. stanza ._ ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky! _in memoriam. cv. stanza ._ ring out the old, ring in the new, ring, happy bells, across the snow! _in memoriam. cv. stanza ._ ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, but ring the fuller minstrel in! _in memoriam. cv. stanza ._ ring out old shapes of foul disease, ring out the narrowing lust of gold; ring out the thousand wars of old, ring in the thousand years of peace! _in memoriam. cv. stanza ._ ring in the valiant man and free, the larger heart, the kindlier hand! ring out the darkness of the land, ring in the christ that is to be! _in memoriam. cv. stanza ._ and thus he bore without abuse the grand old name of gentleman, defamed by every charlatan, and soil'd with all ignoble use. _in memoriam. cxi. stanza ._ some novel power sprang up forever at a touch, and hope could never hope too much in watching thee from hour to hour. _in memoriam. cxii. stanza ._ large elements in order brought, and tracts of calm from tempest made, and world-wide fluctuation sway'd, in vassal tides that follow'd thought. _in memoriam. cxii. stanza ._ wearing all that weight of learning lightly like a flower. _in memoriam. conclusion. stanza ._ one god, one law, one element, and one far-off divine event to which the whole creation moves. _in memoriam. conclusion. stanza ._ footnotes: [ - ] see marlowe, page . [ - ] this line stands in moxon's edition of ,-- "the gardener adam and his wife,"-- and has been restored by the author in his edition of . [ - ] see chapman, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see byron, page . [ - ] see longfellow, page . [ - ] jaws of death.--shakespeare: _twelfth night, act iii. sc. ._ du bartas: _weekes and workes, day i. part ._ [ - ] see cowper, page . [ - ] the poet alluded to is goethe. i know this from lord tennyson himself, although he could not identify the passage; and when i submitted to him a small book of mine on his marvellous poem, he wrote, "it is goethe's creed," on this very passage.--rev. dr. getty (vicar of ecclesfield, yorkshire). [ - ] see longfellow, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] i sing but as the linnet sings.--goethe: _wilhelm meister, book ii. chap. xi._ [ - ] see crabbe, page . richard monckton milnes (lord houghton). - . but on and up, where nature's heart beats strong amid the hills. _tragedy of the lac de gaube. stanza ._ great thoughts, great feelings came to them, like instincts, unawares. _the men of old._ a man's best things are nearest him, lie close about his feet. _the men of old._ i wandered by the brookside, i wandered by the mill; i could not hear the brook flow, the noisy wheel was still. _the brookside._ the beating of my own heart was all the sound i heard. _the brookside._ oliver wendell holmes. - ----. ay, tear her tattered ensign down! long has it waved on high, and many an eye has danced to see that banner in the sky. _old ironsides._ nail to the mast her holy flag, set every threadbare sail, and give her to the god of storms, the lightning and the gale! _old ironsides._ like sentinel and nun, they keep their vigil on the green. _the cambridge churchyard._ the mossy marbles rest on the lips that he has prest in their bloom; and the names he loved to hear have been carved for many a year on the tomb. _the last leaf._ i know it is a sin for me to sit and grin at him here; but the old three-cornered hat, and the breeches, and all that, are so queer! _the last leaf._ thou say'st an undisputed thing in such a solemn way. _to an insect._ their discords sting through burns and moore, like hedgehogs dressed in lace. _the music-grinders._ you think they are crusaders sent from some infernal clime, to pluck the eyes of sentiment and dock the tail of rhyme, to crack the voice of melody and break the legs of time. _the music-grinders._ and since, i never dare to write as funny as i can. _the height of the ridiculous._ when the last reader reads no more. _the last reader._ the freeman casting with unpurchased hand the vote that shakes the turrets of the land. _poetry, a metrical essay._ 't is the heart's current lends the cup its glow, whate'er the fountain whence the draught may flow. _a sentiment._ yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure he who ordained the sabbath loves the poor! _a rhymed lesson. urania._ and when you stick on conversation's burrs, don't strew your pathway with those dreadful _urs_. _a rhymed lesson. urania._ thine eye was on the censer, and not the hand that bore it. _lines by a clerk._ where go the poet's lines? answer, ye evening tapers! ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, speak from your folded papers! _the poet's lot._ a few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them; alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them! _the voiceless._ o hearts that break and give no sign save whitening lip and fading tresses! _the voiceless._ build thee more stately mansions, o my soul, as the swift seasons roll! leave thy low-vaulted past! let each new temple, nobler than the last, shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, till thou at length art free, leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! _the chambered nautilus._ his home! the western giant smiles, and twirls the spotty globe to find it; this little speck, the british isles? 't is but a freckle,--never mind it. _a good time going._ but memory blushes at the sneer, and honor turns with frown defiant, and freedom, leaning on her spear, laughs louder than the laughing giant. _a good time going._ you hear that boy laughing?--you think he 's all fun; but the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done; the children laugh loud as they troop to his call, and the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all. _the boys._ good to the heels the well-worn slipper feels when the tired player shuffles off the buskin; a page of hood may do a fellow good after a scolding from carlyle or ruskin. _how not to settle it._ a thought is often original, though you have uttered it a hundred times. _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. i._ people that make puns are like wanton boys that put coppers on the railroad tracks. _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. i._ everybody likes and respects self-made men. it is a great deal better to be made in that way than not to be made at all. _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. i._ sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all. _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. vi._ there is that glorious epicurean paradox uttered by my friend the historian,[ - ] in one of his flashing moments: "give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries." to this must certainly be added that other saying of one of the wittiest of men:[ - ] "good americans when they die go to paris." _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. vi._ boston state-house is the hub of the solar system. you could n't pry that out of a boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar. _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. vi._ the axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the centre of each and every town or city. _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. vi._ the world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men. _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. vi._ knowledge and timber should n't be much used till they are seasoned. _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. vi._ the hat is the _ultimum moriens_ of respectability. _the autocrat of the breakfast-table. viii._ to be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old. _on the seventieth birthday of julia ward howe_ (_may , _). footnotes: [ - ] john lothrop motley. said scopas of thessaly, "we rich men count our felicity and happiness to lie in these superfluities, and not in those necessary things."--plutarch: _on the love of wealth._ [ - ] thomas g. appleton. robert c. winthrop. - ----. our country,--whether bounded by the st. john's and the sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less,--still our country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be defended by all our hands. _toast at faneuil hall on the fourth of july, ._ a star for every state, and a state for every star. _address on boston common in ._ there are no points of the compass on the chart of true patriotism. _letter to boston commercial club in ._ the poor must be wisely visited and liberally cared for, so that mendicity shall not be tempted into mendacity, nor want exasperated into crime. _yorktown oration in ._ slavery is but half abolished, emancipation is but half completed, while millions of freemen with votes in their hands are left without education. justice to them, the welfare of the states in which they live, the safety of the whole republic, the dignity of the elective franchise,--all alike demand that the still remaining bonds of ignorance shall be unloosed and broken, and the minds as well as the bodies of the emancipated go free. _yorktown oration in ._ james aldrich. - . her suffering ended with the day, yet lived she at its close, and breathed the long, long night away in statue-like repose. _a death-bed._ but when the sun in all his state illumed the eastern skies, she passed through glory's morning-gate, and walked in paradise. _a death-bed._ theodore parker. - . there is what i call the american idea. . . . this idea demands, as the proximate organization thereof, a democracy,--that is, a government of all the people, by all the people, for all the people; of course, a government of the principles of eternal justice, the unchanging law of god. for shortness' sake i will call it the idea of freedom.[ - ] _speech at the n. e. antislavery convention, boston, may , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see daniel webster, page . edmund h. sears. - . calm on the listening ear of night come heaven's melodious strains, where wild judea stretches far her silver-mantled plains. _christmas song._ it came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old. _the angels' song._ martin f. tupper. - . a babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure. _of education._ god, from a beautiful necessity, is love. _of immortality._ edgar a. poe. - . perched upon a bust of pallas, just above my chamber door,-- perched, and sat, and nothing more. _the raven._ whom unmerciful disaster followed fast and followed faster. _the raven._ take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! quoth the raven, "nevermore." _the raven._ and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted--nevermore! _the raven._ to the glory that was greece and the grandeur that was rome. _to helen._ wendell phillips. - . revolutions are not made; they come. _speech, jan. , ._ what the puritans gave the world was not thought, but action. _speech, dec. , ._ one on god's side is a majority. _speech, nov. , ._ every man meets his waterloo at last. _speech, nov. , ._ revolutions never go backward. _speech, feb. , ._ frances anne kemble. - ----. a sacred burden is this life ye bear: look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly. fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, but onward, upward, till the goal ye win. _lines addressed to the young gentlemen leaving the lenox academy, mass._ better trust all, and be deceived, and weep that trust and that deceiving, than doubt one heart, that if believed had blessed one's life with true believing. _faith._ bartholomew dowling. ho! stand to your glasses steady! 't is all we have left to prize. a cup to the dead already,-- hurrah for the next that dies![ - ] _revelry in india._ footnotes: [ - ] this quatrain appears with variations in several stanzas. "the poem," says mr. rossiter johnson in "famous single and fugitive poems," "is persistently attributed to alfred domett; but in a letter to me, feb. , , he says: 'i did not write that poem, and was never in india in my life. i am as ignorant of the authorship as you can be.'" alfred domett. - ----. it was the calm and silent night! seven hundred years and fifty-three had rome been growing up to might, and now was queen of land and sea. no sound was heard of clashing wars, peace brooded o'er the hushed domain; apollo, pallas, jove, and mars held undisturbed their ancient reign in the solemn midnight, centuries ago. _christmas hymn._ julia a. fletcher (now mrs. carney). little drops of water, little grains of sand, make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land. so the little minutes, humble though they be, make the mighty ages of eternity. _little things, ._ little deeds of kindness, little words of love, help to make earth happy like the heaven above. _little things, ._ austen h. layard. ---- - . i have always believed that success would be the inevitable result if the two services, the army and the navy, had fair play, and if we sent the right man to fill the right place.[ - ] _speech in parliament, jan. , ._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] see sydney smith, page . [ - ] this speech is reported in hansard's parliamentary debates, third series, vol. cxxxviii. p. . robert browning. - . any nose may ravage with impunity a rose. _sordello. book vi._ that we devote ourselves to god, is seen in living just as though no god there were. _paracelsus. part i._ be sure that god ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart. _paracelsus. part i._ i see my way as birds their trackless way. i shall arrive,--what time, what circuit first, i ask not; but unless god send his hail or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, in some time, his good time, i shall arrive: he guides me and the bird. in his good time. _paracelsus. part i._ are there not, dear michal, two points in the adventure of the diver,-- one, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; one, when a prince he rises with his pearl? festus, i plunge. _paracelsus. part i._ god is the perfect poet, who in his person acts his own creations. _paracelsus. part ii._ the sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung to their first fault, and withered in their pride. _paracelsus. part iv._ i give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. i want to be forgotten even by god. _paracelsus. part v._ progress is the law of life: man is not man as yet. _paracelsus. part v._ say not "a small event!" why "small"? costs it more pain that this ye call a "great event" should come to pass from that? untwine me from the mass of deeds which make up life, one deed power shall fall short in or exceed! _pippa passes. introduction._ god 's in his heaven: all 's right with the world. _pippa passes. part i._ some unsuspected isle in the far seas,-- some unsuspected isle in far-off seas. _pippa passes. part ii._ in the morning of the world, when earth was nigher heaven than now. _pippa passes. part iii._ all service ranks the same with god,-- with god, whose puppets, best and worst, are we: there is no last nor first. _pippa passes. part iv._ i trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time. i trust in god,--the right shall be the right and other than the wrong, while he endures. i trust in my own soul, that can perceive the outward and the inward,--nature's good and god's. _a soul's tragedy. act i._ ever judge of men by their professions. for though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, i say,--not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. i judge people by what they might be,--not are, nor will be. _a soul's tragedy. act ii._ there 's a woman like a dewdrop, she 's so purer than the purest. _a blot in the 'scutcheon. act i. sc. iii._ when is man strong until he feels alone? _colombe's birthday. act iii._ when the fight begins within himself, a man 's worth something. _men and women. bishop blougram's apology._ the sprinkled isles, lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea. _cleon._ and i have written three books on the soul, proving absurd all written hitherto, and putting us to ignorance again. _cleon._ sappho survives, because we sing her songs; and Æschylus, because we read his plays! _cleon._ rafael made a century of sonnets. _one word more. ii._ other heights in other lives, god willing. _one word more. xii._ god be thanked, the meanest of his creatures boasts two soul-sides,--one to face the world with, one to show a woman when he loves her! _one word more. xvii._ oh their rafael of the dear madonnas, oh their dante of the dread inferno, wrote one song--and in my brain i sing it; drew one angel--borne, see, on my bosom! _one word more. xix._ the lie was dead and damned, and truth stood up instead. _count gismond. xiii._ over my head his arm he flung against the world. _count gismond. xix._ just my vengeance complete, the man sprang to his feet, stood erect, caught at god's skirts, and prayed! so, i was afraid! _instans tyrannus. vii._ oh never star was lost here but it rose afar. _waring. ii._ sing, riding 's a joy! for me i ride. _the last ride together. vii._ when the liquor 's out, why clink the cannikin? _the flight of the duchess. xvi._ that low man seeks a little thing to do, sees it and does it; this high man, with a great thing to pursue, dies ere he knows it. that low man goes on adding one to one,-- his hundred 's soon hit; this high man, aiming at a million, misses an unit. that has the world here--should he need the next, let the world mind him! this throws himself on god, and unperplexed seeking shall find him. _a grammarian's funeral._ lofty designs must close in like effects. _a grammarian's funeral._ i hear you reproach, "but delay was best, for their end was a crime." oh, a crime will do as well, i reply, to serve for a test as a virtue golden through and through, sufficient to vindicate itself and prove its worth at a moment's view! . . . . . . let a man contend to the uttermost for his life's set prize, be it what it will! the counter our lovers staked was lost as surely as if it were lawful coin; and the sin i impute to each frustrate ghost is--the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, though the end in sight was a vice, i say. _the statue and the bust._ lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years. _childe roland to the dark tower came. xxxiii._ just for a handful of silver he left us, just for a riband to stick in his coat. _the lost leader. i._ we shall march prospering,--not thro' his presence; songs may inspirit us,--not from his lyre; deeds will be done,--while he boasts his quiescence, still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire. _the lost leader. ii._ they are perfect; how else?--they shall never change: we are faulty; why not?--we have time in store. _old pictures in florence. xvi._ what 's come to perfection perishes. things learned on earth we shall practise in heaven; works done least rapidly art most cherishes. _old pictures in florence. xvii._ italy, my italy! queen mary's saying serves for me (when fortune's malice lost her calais): "open my heart, and you will see graved inside of it 'italy.'" _de gustibus. ii._ that 's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture. _home-thoughts from abroad. ii._ god made all the creatures, and gave them our love and our fear, to give sign we and they are his children, one family here. _saul. vi._ how good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy! _saul. ix._ 't is not what man does which exalts him, but what man would do. _saul. xvii._ o woman-country![ - ] wooed not wed, loved all the more by earth's male-lands, laid to their hearts instead. _by the fireside. vi._ that great brow and the spirit-small hand propping it. _by the fireside. xxiii._ if two lives join, there is oft a scar. they are one and one, with a shadowy third; one near one is too far. _by the fireside. xlvi._ only i discern infinite passion, and the pain of finite hearts that yearn. _two in the campagna. xii._ round and round, like a dance of snow in a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go floating the women faded for ages, sculptured in stone on the poet's pages. _women and roses._ how he lies in his rights of a man! death has done all death can. and absorbed in the new life he leads, he recks not, he heeds nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike on his senses alike, and are lost in the solemn and strange surprise of the change. _after._ ah, did you once see shelley plain, and did he stop and speak to you, and did you speak to him again? how strange it seems, and new! _memorabilia. i._ he who did well in war just earns the right to begin doing well in peace. _luria. act ii._ and inasmuch as feeling, the east's gift, is quick and transient,--comes, and lo! is gone, while northern thought is slow and durable. _luria. act v._ a people is but the attempt of many to rise to the completer life of one; and those who live as models for the mass are singly of more value than they all. _luria. act v._ i count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on. _in a balcony._ was there nought better than to enjoy? no feat which, done, would make time break, and let us pent-up creatures through into eternity, our due? no forcing earth teach heaven's employ? _dîs aliter visum; or, le byron de nos jours._ there shall never be one lost good! what was, shall live as before; the evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; what was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; on the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round. _abt vogler. ix._ then welcome each rebuff that turns earth's smoothness rough, each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! be our joys three-parts pain! strive, and hold cheap the strain; learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe! _rabbi ben ezra._ what i aspired to be, and was not, comforts me. _rabbi ben ezra._ earth changes, but thy soul and god stand sure. _rabbi ben ezra._ for life, with all it yields of joy and woe, and hope and fear (believe the aged friend), is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,-- how love might be, hath been indeed, and is. _a death in the desert._ the body sprang at once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,--no! _a death in the desert._ what? was man made a wheel-work to wind up, and be discharged, and straight wound up anew? no! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: may learn a thousand things, not twice the same. _a death in the desert._ for i say this is death and the sole death,-- when a man's loss comes to him from his gain, darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, and lack of love from love made manifest. _a death in the desert._ progress, man's distinctive mark alone, not god's, and not the beasts: god is, they are; man partly is, and wholly hopes to be. _a death in the desert._ the ultimate, angels' law, indulging every instinct of the soul there where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing! _a death in the desert._ how sad and bad and mad it was! but then, how it was sweet! _confessions. ix._ so may a glory from defect arise. _deaf and dumb._ this could but have happened once,-- and we missed it, lost it forever. _youth and art. xvii._ fear death?--to feel the fog in my throat, the mist in my face. . . . . . . . no! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, the heroes of old; bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears of pain, darkness, and cold. _prospice._ it 's wiser being good than bad; it 's safer being meek than fierce; it 's fitter being sane than mad. my own hope is, a sun will pierce the thickest cloud earth ever stretched; that after last returns the first, though a wide compass round be fetched; that what began best can't end worst, nor what god blessed once prove accurst. _apparent failure. vii._ in the great right of an excessive wrong. _the ring and the book. the other half-rome. line ._ was never evening yet but seemed far beautifuller than its day. _the ring and the book. pompilia. line ._ the curious crime, the fine felicity and flower of wickedness. _the ring and the book. the pope. line ._ of what i call god, and fools call nature. _the ring and the book. the pope. line ._ why comes temptation, but for man to meet and master and make crouch beneath his foot, and so be pedestaled in triumph? _the ring and the book. the pope. line ._ white shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice. _the ring and the book. the pope. line ._ it is the glory and good of art that art remains the one way possible of speaking truth,--to mouths like mine, at least. _the book and the ring. the pope. line ._ thy[ - ] rare gold ring of verse (the poet praised) linking our england to his italy. _the ring and the book. the pope. line ._ but how carve way i' the life that lies before, if bent on groaning ever for the past? _balaustion's adventure._ better have failed in the high aim, as i, than vulgarly in the low aim succeed,-- as, god be thanked! i do not. _the inn album. iv._ have you found your life distasteful? my life did, and does, smack sweet. was your youth of pleasure wasteful? mine i saved and hold complete. do your joys with age diminish? when mine fail me, i 'll complain. must in death your daylight finish? my sun sets to rise again. _at the "mermaid." stanza ._ "with this same key shakespeare unlocked his heart"[ - ] once more! did shakespeare? if so, the less shakespeare he! _house. x._ god's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, rests never on the track until it reach delinquency.[ - ] _cenciaja._ footnotes: [ - ] italy. [ - ] mrs. browning. [ - ] see wordsworth, page . [ - ] see herbert, page . charles dickens. - . a demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body! _nicholas nickleby. chap. xxxiv._ my life is one demd horrid grind. _nicholas nickleby. chap. lxiv._ in a pickwickian sense. _pickwick papers. chap. i._ oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, that creepeth o'er ruins old! of right choice food are his meals, i ween, in his cell so lone and cold. creeping where no life is seen, a rare old plant is the ivy green. _pickwick papers. chap. vi._ he 's tough, ma'am,--tough is j. b.; tough and devilish sly. _dombey and son. chap. vii._ when found, make a note of. _dombey and son. chap. xv._ the bearings of this observation lays in the application on it. _dombey and son. chap. xxiii._ barkis is willin'. _david copperfield. chap. v._ papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, all very good words for the lips,--especially prunes and prism. _little dorrit. book ii. chap. v._ whatever was required to be done, the circumlocution office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving how not to do it. _little dorrit. book ii. chap. x._ in came mrs. fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. _christmas carol. stave ._ christopher p. cranch. - ----. thought is deeper than all speech, feeling deeper than all thought; souls to souls can never teach what unto themselves was taught. _stanzas._ we are spirits clad in veils; man by man was never seen; all our deep communing fails to remove the shadowy screen. _stanzas._ f. w. faber. - . for right is right, since god is god,[ - ] and right the day must win; to doubt would be disloyalty, to falter would be sin. _the right must win._ labour itself is but a sorrowful song, the protest of the weak against the strong. _the sorrowful world._ footnotes: [ - ] see crabbe, page . charles mackay. - ----. cleon hath a million acres,--ne'er a one have i; cleon dwelleth in a palace,--in a cottage i. _cleon and i._ but the sunshine aye shall light the sky, as round and round we run; and the truth shall ever come uppermost, and justice shall be done. _eternal justice. stanza ._ aid the dawning, tongue and pen; aid it, hopes of honest men! _clear the way._ some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, where the shrill winds whistle free. _some love to roam._ there 's a good time coming, boys! a good time coming. _the good time coming._ old tubal cain was a man of might in the days when earth was young. _tubal cain._ ellen sturgis hooper. - . i slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; i woke, and found that life was duty. was thy dream then a shadowy lie? toil on, poor heart, unceasingly; and thou shalt find thy dream to be a truth and noonday light to thee. _life a duty._ philip james bailey. - ----. we live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. we should count time by heart-throbs. he most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. life 's but a means unto an end; that end beginning, mean, and end to all things,--god. _festus. scene, a country town._ poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love. _scene, another and a better world._ america! half-brother of the world! with something good and bad of every land. _scene, the surface._ eliza cook. - ----. i love it, i love it, and who shall dare to chide me for loving that old arm-chair? _the old arm-chair._ how cruelly sweet are the echoes that start when memory plays an old tune on the heart! _old dobbin._ nathaniel p. willis. - . at present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.[ - ] _necessity for a promenade drive._ for it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, and makes his pulses fly, to catch the thrill of a happy voice and the light of a pleasant eye. _saturday afternoon._ it is the month of june, the month of leaves and roses, when pleasant sights salute the eyes, and pleasant scents the noses. _the month of june._ let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him! not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears! not for him who has died full of honor and years! not for him who ascended fame's ladder so high from the round at the top he has stepped to the sky. _the death of harrison._ footnotes: [ - ] see haliburton, page . william ellery channing. - ----. i laugh, for hope hath happy place with me; if my bark sinks, 't is to another sea. _a poet's hope._ i sing new england, as she lights her fire in every prairie's midst; and where the bright enchanting stars shine pure through southern night, she still is there, the guardian on the tower, to open for the world a purer hour. _new england._ most joyful let the poet be; it is through him that all men see. _the poet of the old and new times._ james russell lowell. - . earth's noblest thing,--a woman perfected. _irené._ be noble! and the nobleness that lies in other men, sleeping but never dead, will rise in majesty to meet thine own. _sonnet iv._ great truths are portions of the soul of man; great souls are portions of eternity. _sonnet vi._ to win the secret of a weed's plain heart. _sonnet xxv._ two meanings have our lightest fantasies,-- one of the flesh, and of the spirit one. _sonnet xxxiv._ (_ed. ._) all thoughts that mould the age begin deep down within the primitive soul. _an incident in a railroad car._ it may be glorious to write thoughts that shall glad the two or three high souls, like those far stars that come in sight once in a century. _an incident in a railroad car._ no man is born into the world whose work is not born with him. there is always work, and tools to work withal, for those who will; and blessed are the horny hands of toil. _a glance behind the curtain._ they are slaves who fear to speak for the fallen and the weak. . . . . . they are slaves who dare not be in the right with two or three. _stanzas on freedom._ endurance is the crowning quality, and patience all the passion of great hearts. _columbus._ one day with life and heart is more than time enough to find a world. _columbus._ once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, in the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; some great cause, god's new messiah offering each the bloom or blight, parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right; and the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. _the present crisis._ truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne. _the present crisis._ then to side with truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just; then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, doubting in his abject spirit, till his lord is crucified. _the present crisis._ before man made us citizens, great nature made us men. _on the capture of fugitive slaves near washington._ dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, fringing the dusty road with harmless gold. _to the dandelion._ this child is not mine as the first was; i cannot sing it to rest; i cannot lift it up fatherly, and bless it upon my breast. yet it lies in my little one's cradle, and sits in my little one's chair, and the light of the heaven she 's gone to transfigures its golden hair. _the changeling._ the thing we long for, that we are for one transcendent moment. _longing._ she doeth little kindnesses which most leave undone, or despise. _my love. iv._ not only around our infancy doth heaven with all its splendors lie; daily, with souls that cringe and plot, we sinais climb and know it not. _the vision of sir launfal. prelude to part first._ 't is heaven alone that is given away; 't is only god may be had for the asking. _the vision of sir launfal. prelude to part first._ and what is so rare as a day in june? then, if ever, come perfect days; then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, and over it softly her warm ear lays. _the vision of sir launfal. prelude to part first._ now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; we are happy now because god wills it. _the vision of sir launfal. prelude to part first._ joy comes, grief goes, we know not how. _the vision of sir launfal. prelude to part first._ who gives himself with his alms feeds three,-- himself, his hungering neighbor, and me. _the vision of sir launfal. part second. viii._ there comes emerson first, whose rich words, every one, are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on. _a fable for critics._ nature fits all her children with something to do. _a fable for critics._ ez fer war, i call it murder,-- there you hev it plain an' flat; i don't want to go no furder than my testyment fer that. . . . . . an' you 've gut to git up airly ef you want to take in god. _the biglow papers. first series. no. i._ laborin' man an' laborin' woman hev one glory an' one shame; ev'y thin' thet 's done inhuman injers all on 'em the same. _the biglow papers. first series. no. i._ this goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur.[ - ] _the biglow papers. first series. no. ii._ gineral c. is a dreffle smart man; he 's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf; but consistency still wuz a part of his plan,-- he 's ben true to _one_ party, an' thet is himself. _the biglow papers. first series. no. ii._ we kind o' thought christ went agin war an' pillage. _the biglow papers. first series. no. iii._ but john p. robinson, he sez they did n't know everythin' down in judee. _the biglow papers. first series. no. iii._ i _don't_ believe in princerple, but oh i _du_ in interest. _the biglow papers. first series. no. vi._ of my merit on thet pint you yourself may jedge; all is, i never drink no sperit, nor i haint never signed no pledge. _the biglow papers. first series. no. vii._ ez to my princerples, i glory in hevin' nothin' o' the sort. _the biglow papers. first series. no. vii._ zekle crep' up quite unbeknown an' peeked in thru' the winder, an' there sot huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. _the biglow papers. second series. the courtin'._ the very room, coz she was in, seemed warm from floor to ceilin'. _the biglow papers. second series. the courtin'._ 't was kin' o' kingdom-come to look on sech a blessed cretur. _the biglow papers. second series. the courtin'._ his heart kep' goin' pity-pat, but hern went pity-zekle. _the biglow papers. second series. the courtin'._ all kin' o' smily round the lips, an' teary round the lashes. _the biglow papers. second series. the courtin'._ like streams that keep a summer mind snow-hid in jenooary. _the biglow papers. second series. the courtin'._ our pilgrim stock wuz pithed with hardihood. _the biglow papers. second series. no. vi._ soft-heartedness, in times like these, shows sof'ness in the upper story. _the biglow papers. second series. no. vii._ earth's biggest country 's gut her soul, an' risen up earth's greatest nation. _the biglow papers. second series. no. vii._ under the yaller pines i house, when sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented, an' hear among their furry boughs the baskin' west-wind purr contented. _the biglow papers. second series. no. x._ wut 's words to them whose faith an' truth on war's red techstone rang true metal; who ventered life an' love an' youth for the gret prize o' death in battle? _the biglow papers. second series. no. x._ from lower to the higher next, not to the top, is nature's text; and embryo good, to reach full stature, absorbs the evil in its nature. _festina lente. moral._ though old the thought and oft exprest, 't is his at last who says it best.[ - ] _for an autograph._ nature, they say, doth dote, and cannot make a man save on some worn-out plan, repeating us by rote. _ode at the harvard commemoration, july , ._ here was a type of the true elder race, and one of plutarch's men talked with us face to face. _ode at the harvard commemoration, july , ._ safe in the hallowed quiets of the past. _the cathedral._ the one thing finished in this hasty world. _the cathedral._ these pearls of thought in persian gulfs were bred, each softly lucent as a rounded moon; the diver omar plucked them from their bed, fitzgerald strung them on an english thread. _in a copy of omar khayyám._ the clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow not whiter than the thoughts that housed below. _to george william curtis._ but life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet lessen like sound of friends' departing feet; and death is beautiful as feet of friend coming with welcome at our journey's end. for me fate gave, whate'er she else denied, a nature sloping to the southern side; i thank her for it, though when clouds arise such natures double-darken gloomy skies. _to george william curtis._ in life's small things be resolute and great to keep thy muscle trained: know'st thou when fate thy measure takes, or when she 'll say to thee, "i find thee worthy; do this deed for me"? _epigram._ in vain we call old notions fudge, and bend our conscience to our dealing; the ten commandments will not budge, and stealing will continue stealing. _motto of the american copyright league_ (written nov. , ). solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. _among my books. first series. dryden._ a wise scepticism is the first attribute of a good critic. _among my books. first series. shakespeare once more._ one thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning. _among my books. first series. shakespeare once more._ aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession many. _among my books. first series. new england two centuries ago._ truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction. _among my books. first series. new england two centuries ago._ there is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business. _among my books. first series. new england two centuries ago._ puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy. _among my books. first series. new england two centuries ago._ it was in making education not only common to all, but in some sense compulsory on all, that the destiny of the free republics of america was practically settled. _among my books. first series. new england two centuries ago._ talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is. _among my books. first series. rousseau and the sentimentalists._ there is no work of genius which has not been the delight of mankind, no word of genius to which the human heart and soul have not sooner or later responded. _among my books. first series. rousseau and the sentimentalists._ every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action. _among my books. first series. rousseau and the sentimentalists._ sentiment is intellectualized emotion,--emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy. _among my books. first series. rousseau and the sentimentalists._ no man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself. _among my books. first series. rousseau and the sentimentalists._ in all literary history there is no such figure as dante, no such homogeneousness of life and works, such loyalty to ideas, such sublime irrecognition of the unessential. _among my books. second series. dante._ whoever can endure unmixed delight, whoever can tolerate music and painting and poetry all in one, whoever wishes to be rid of thought and to let the busy anvils of the brain be silent for a time, let him read in the "faery queen." _among my books. second series. spenser._ the only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers, is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience. _my study windows. abraham lincoln, ._ it is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of a man is tested. _my study windows. abraham lincoln, ._ what a sense of security in an old book which time has criticised for us! _library of old authors._ there is no good in arguing with the inevitable. the only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat. _democracy and addresses._ let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come. _democracy and addresses._ the soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in. _garfield._ a great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions. _garfield._ it ["the ancient mariner"] is marvellous in its mastery over that delightfully fortuitous inconsequence that is the adamantine logic of dreamland. _coleridge._ he gives us the very quintessence of perception,--the clearly crystalized precipitation of all that is most precious in the ferment of impression after the impertinent and obtrusive particulars have evaporated from the memory. _coleridge._ if i were asked what book is better than a cheap book, i should answer that there is one book better than a cheap book,--and that is a book honestly come by. _before the u. s. senate committee on patents, jan. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see moore, page . [ - ] see emerson, page . charles kingsley. - . o mary, go and call the cattle home, and call the cattle home, and call the cattle home, across the sands o' dee! _the sands of dee._ men must work, and women must weep. _the three fishers._ be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; do noble things, not dream them, all day long: and so make life, death, and that vast forever one grand sweet song. _a farewell._ the world goes up and the world goes down, and the sunshine follows the rain; and yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown can never come over again. _dolcino to margaret._ ulysses s. grant. - . no other terms than unconditional and immediate surrender. i propose to move immediately upon your works. _to gen. s. b. buckner, fort donelson, feb. , ._ i propose to fight it out on this line, if it takes all summer. _despatch to washington. before spottsylvania court house, may , ._ let us have peace. _accepting a nomination for the presidency, may , ._ i know no method to secure the repeal of bad or obnoxious laws so effectual as their strict construction. _from the inaugural address, march , ._ let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. no personal considerations should stand in the way of performing a duty. _indorsement of a letter relating to the whiskey ring, july , ._ matthew arnold. - . others abide our question. thou art free. we ask and ask. thou smilest and art still, out-topping knowledge. _shakespeare._ strew on her roses, roses, and never a spray of yew! in quiet she reposes; ah, would that i did too! _requiescat._ to hear the world applaud the hollow ghost which blamed the living man. _growing old._ time may restore us in his course goethe's sage mind and byron's force; but where will europe's latter hour again find wordsworth's healing power? _memorial verses._ wandering between two worlds,--one dead, the other powerless to be born. _stanzas from the grande chartreuse._ the kings of modern thought are dumb. _stanzas from the grande chartreuse._ _philistine_ must have originally meant, in the mind of those who invented the nickname, a strong, dogged, unenlightened opponent of the children of the light. _essays in criticism. heinrich heine._ there is no better motto which it [culture] can have than these words of bishop wilson, "to make reason and the will of god prevail." _culture and anarchy. p. ._ rutherford b. hayes. - ----. he serves his party best who serves the country best.[ - ] _inaugural address, march , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see pope, page . leonard heath. on a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave, the hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows, like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave. the lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle; he heeds not, he hears not, he 's free from all pain; he sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle; no sound can awake him to glory again![ - ] _the grave of bonaparte._ yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee, but like thine own eagle that soars to the sun thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee a name which before thee no mortal hath won. tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle, no more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain: thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle, no sound can awake thee to glory again. _the grave of bonaparte._ footnotes: [ - ] this song was composed and set to music, about , by leonard heath, of nashua, who died a few years ago.--bela chapin: _the poets of new hampshire, , p. ._ bayard taylor. - . till the sun grows cold, and the stars are old, and the leaves of the judgment book unfold. _bedouin song._ they sang of love, and not of fame; forgot was britain's glory; each heart recall'd a different name, but all sang annie lawrie. _the song of the camp._ the bravest are the tenderest,-- the loving are the daring. _the song of the camp._ dinah m. mulock. - ----. two hands upon the breast, and labour 's done;[ - ] two pale feet crossed in rest, the race is won. _now and afterwards._ footnotes: [ - ] two hands upon the breast, and labour is past.--_russian proverb._ alexander smith. - . like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire. _a life drama. sc. ii._ in winter, when the dismal rain comes down in slanting lines, and wind, that grand old harper, smote his thunder-harp of pines. _a life drama. sc. ii._ a poem round and perfect as a star. _a life drama. sc. ii._ h. f. chorley. - . a song to the oak, the brave old oak, who hath ruled in the greenwood long! _the brave old oak._ then here 's to the oak, the brave old oak, who stands in his pride alone! and still flourish he a hale green tree when a hundred years are gone! _the brave old oak._ elizabeth akers allen. - ----. backward, turn backward, o time, in your flight! make me a child again, just for to-night! _rock me to sleep._ backward, flow backward, o tide of the years! i am so weary of toil and of tears,-- toil without recompense, tears all in vain! take them, and give me my childhood again! _rock me to sleep._ bishop henry c. potter. - ----. we have exchanged the washingtonian dignity for the jeffersonian simplicity, which was in truth only another name for the jacksonian vulgarity. _address at the washington centennial service in st. paul's chapel, new york, april , ._ if there be no nobility of descent, all the more indispensable is it that there should be nobility of ascent,--a character in them that bear rule so fine and high and pure that as men come within the circle of its influence they involuntarily pay homage to that which is the one pre-eminent distinction, the royalty of virtue. _address at the washington centennial service in st. paul's chapel, new york, april , ._ francis m. finch. under the sod and the dew, waiting the judgment day; love and tears for the blue, tears and love for the gray.[ - ] _the blue and the gray._ footnotes: [ - ] this poem first appeared in the "atlantic monthly." grover cleveland. - ----. after an existence of nearly twenty years of almost innocuous desuetude these laws are brought forth. _message, march , ._ it is a condition which confronts us--not a theory.[ - ] _annual message, ._ i have considered the pension list of the republic a roll of honor. _veto of dependent pension bill, july , ._ party honesty is party expediency. _interview in new york commercial advertiser, sept. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see disraeli, page . francis bret harte. - ----. which i wish to remark,-- and my language is plain,-- that for ways that are dark and for tricks that are vain, the heathen chinee is peculiar. _plain language from truthful james._ ah sin was his name. _plain language from truthful james._ with the smile that was childlike and bland. _plain language from truthful james._ francis w. bourdillon. - ----. the night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one; yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun. the mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one; yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done. _light._ miscellaneous. it may well wait a century for a reader, as god has waited six thousand years for an observer. john kepler ( - ). _martyrs of science_ (_brewster_). _p. ._ needle in a bottle of hay. field (---- - ): _a woman's a weathercock._ (_reprint, , p. ._) he is a fool who thinks by force or skill to turn the current of a woman's will. samuel tuke (---- - ): _adventures of five hours. act v. sc. ._ laugh and be fat. john taylor ( ?- ). title of a tract, . diamond cut diamond. john ford ( - ): _the lover's melancholy. act i. sc. ._ a liberty to that only which is good, just, and honest. john winthrop ( - ): _life and letters. vol. ii. p. ._ i preached as never sure to preach again, and as a dying man to dying men. richard baxter ( - ): _love breathing thanks and praise._ though this may be play to you, 't is death to us. roger l' estrange ( - ): _fables from several authors. fable ._ and there 's a lust in man no charm can tame of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame; on eagles' wings immortal scandals fly, while virtuous actions are but born and die. stephen harvey (_circa_ ): _juvenal, satire ix._ may i govern my passion with absolute sway, and grow wiser and better as my strength wears away. walter pope ( - ): _the old man's wish._ when change itself can give no more, 't is easy to be true. charles sedley ( - ): _reasons for constancy._ the real simon pure. susannah centlivre ( - ): _a bold stroke for a wife._ when all the blandishments of life are gone, the coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. george sewell (---- - ): _the suicide._ studious of ease, and fond of humble things. ambrose phillips ( - ): _from holland to a friend in england._ my galligaskins, that have long withstood the winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, by time subdued (what will not time subdue!), a horrid chasm disclosed. john philips ( - ): _the splendid shilling. line ._ for twelve honest men have decided the cause, who are judges alike of the facts and the laws. william pulteney ( - ): _the honest jury._ farewell to lochaber, farewell to my jean, where heartsome wi' thee i hae mony days been; for lochaber no more, lochaber no more, we 'll maybe return to lochaber no more. allan ramsay ( - ): _lochaber no more._ busy, curious, thirsty fly, drink with me, and drink as i. william oldys ( - ): _on a fly drinking out of a cup of ale._ thus raleigh, thus immortal sidney shone (illustrious names!) in great eliza's days. thomas edwards ( - ): _canons of criticism._ one kind kiss before we part, drop a tear and bid adieu; though we sever, my fond heart till we meet shall pant for you. robert dodsley ( - ): _the parting kiss._ a charge to keep i have, a god to glorify; a never dying soul to save, and fit it for the sky. charles wesley: _christian fidelity._ love divine, all love excelling, joy of heaven to earth come down. _divine love._ of right and wrong he taught truths as refined as ever athens heard; and (strange to tell!) he practised what he preached. john armstrong ( - ): _the art of preserving health. book iv. line ._ gentle shepherd, tell me where. samuel howard ( - ). pray, goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue! why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes? remember, when the judgment 's weak the prejudice is strong. kane o'hara (---- - ): _midas. act i. sc. ._ where passion leads or prudence points the way. robert lowth ( - ): _choice of hercules, i._ and he that will this health deny, down among the dead men let him lie. ---- dyer (published in the early part of the reign of george i.). each cursed his fate that thus their project crossed; how hard their lot who neither won nor lost! richard graves ( - ): _the festoon_ ( ). cease, rude boreas, blustering railer! list, ye landsmen all, to me; messmates, hear a brother sailor sing the dangers of the sea. george a. stevens ( - ): _the storm._ that man may last, but never lives, who much receives, but nothing gives; whom none can love, whom none can thank,-- creation's blot, creation's blank. thomas gibbons ( - ): _when jesus dwelt._ in this awfully stupendous manner, at which reason stands aghast, and faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of god to man at length manifested. richard hurd ( - ): _sermons. vol. ii. p. ._ there is such a choice of difficulties that i am myself at a loss how to determine. james wolfe ( - ): _despatch to pitt, sept. , ._ kathleen mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking, the horn of the hunter is heard on the hill. anne crawford ( - ): _kathleen mavourneen._ who can refute a sneer? william paley ( - ): _moral philosophy. vol. ii. book v. chap. ._ why should the devil have all the good tunes? rowland hill ( - ). ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, gaffer grey? and why does thy nose look so blue? thomas holcroft ( - ): _gaffer grey._ millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute. charles cotesworth pinckney ( - ),--when ambassador to the french republic, . and ye sall walk in silk attire, and siller hae to spare, gin ye 'll consent to be his bride, nor think o' donald mair. susanna blamire ( - ): _the siller croun._ a glass is good, and a lass is good, and a pipe to smoke in cold weather; the world is good, and the people are good, and we 're all good fellows together. john o'keefe ( - ): _sprigs of laurel. act ii. sc. ._ the moon had climb'd the highest hill which rises o'er the source of dee, and from the eastern summit shed her silver light on tower and tree. john lowe ( - ----): _mary's dream._ columbia, columbia, to glory arise, the queen of the world and child of the skies! thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, while ages on ages thy splendors unfold. timothy dwight ( - ): _columbia._ lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, hope, and comfort from above; let us each, thy peace possessing, triumph in redeeming love. robert hawker ( - ): _benediction._ roy's wife of aldivalloch, wat ye how she cheated me, as i came o'er the braes of balloch? anne grant ( - ): _roy's wife._ bounding billows, cease your motion, bear me not so swiftly o'er. mary robinson ( - ): _bounding billows._ while thee i seek, protecting power, be my vain wishes stilled; and may this consecrated hour with better hopes be filled. helen maria williams ( - ): _trust in providence._ the glory dies not, and the grief is past. samuel egerton brydges ( - ): _sonnet on the death of sir walter scott._ oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, just parted from the shore, and to the fisher's chorus-note soft moves the dipping oar. joanna baillie ( - ): _oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat._ 't was whisper'd in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell, and echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; on the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest, and the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd. catherine m. fanshawe ( - ): _enigma. the letter h._ oh, it 's a snug little island! a right little, tight little island. thomas dibdin ( - ): _the snug little island._ and ne'er shall the sons of columbia be slaves, while the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves. robert treat paine ( - ): _adams and liberty._ they [the blacks] had no rights which the white man was bound to respect. roger b. taney ( - ): _the dred scott case_ (howard, rep. , p. ). to make a mountain of a mole-hill. henry ellis ( - ): _original letters. second series, p. ._ march to the battle-field, the foe is now before us; each heart is freedom's shield, and heaven is shining o'er us. b. e. o'meara ( - ): _march to the battle-field._ our country! in her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong. stephen decatur ( - ): _toast given at norfolk, april, ._ here shall the press the people's right maintain, unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain; here patriot truth her glorious precepts draw, pledg'd to religion, liberty, and law. joseph story ( - ): _motto of the "salem register."_ (life of story, vol. i. p. .) let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph. robert emmet ( - ): _speech on his trial and conviction for high treason, september, ._ imitation is the sincerest flattery. c. c. colton ( - ): _the lacon._ behold how brightly breaks the morning! though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm. james kenney ( - ): _behold how brightly breaks._ unthinking, idle, wild, and young, i laugh'd and danc'd and talk'd and sung. princess amelia ( - ). a sound so fine, there 's nothing lives 'twixt it and silence. james sheridan knowles ( - ): _virginius, act v. sc. ._ we have met the enemy, and they are ours. oliver h. perry ( - ): _letter to general harrison_ (dated "united states brig niagara. off the western sisters. sept. , , p. m."). not she with trait'rous kiss her saviour stung, not she denied him with unholy tongue; she, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, last at his cross and earliest at his grave. eaton s. barrett ( - ): _woman, part i._ (ed. ). they see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors belong the spoils of the enemy. william l. marcy ( - ): _speech in the united states senate, january, ._ say to the seceded states, "wayward sisters, depart in peace." winfield scott ( - ): _letter to w. h. seward, march , ._ rock'd in the cradle of the deep, i lay me down in peace to sleep. emma willard ( - ): _the cradle of the deep._ right as a trivet. r. h. barham ( - ): _the ingoldsby legends. auto-da-fe._ my life is like the summer rose that opens to the morning sky, but ere the shades of evening close is scattered on the ground--to die. richard henry wilde ( - ): _my life is like the summer rose._ grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his own originality. charles phillips ( - ): _the character of napoleon._ rise up, rise up, xarifa! lay your golden cushion down; rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town. john g. lockhart ( - ): _the bridal of andalla._ by the margin of fair zurich's waters dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day, for the fairest of fair zurich's daughters in a dream of love melted away. charles dance ( - ): _fair zurich's waters._ i saw two clouds at morning tinged by the rising sun, and in the dawn they floated on and mingled into one. john g. c. brainard ( - ): _i saw two clouds at morning._ on thy fair bosom, silver lake, the wild swan spreads his snowy sail, and round his breast the ripples break as down he bears before the gale. james g. percival ( - ): _to seneca lake._ what fairy-like music steals over the sea, entrancing our senses with charmed melody? mrs. c. b. wilson (---- - ): _what fairy-like music._ her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. hartley coleridge ( - ): _she is not fair._ i would not live alway: i ask not to stay where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way. william a. muhlenberg ( - ): _i would not live alway._ oh, leave the gay and festive scenes, the halls of dazzling light. h. s. vandyk ( - ): _the light guitar._ if any one attempts to haul down the american flag, shoot him on the spot. john a. dix ( - ): _an official despatch, jan. , ._ i envy them, those monks of old; their books they read, and their beads they told. g. p. r. james ( - ): _the monks of old._ a place in thy memory, dearest, is all that i claim; to pause and look back when thou hearest the sound of my name. gerald griffin ( - ): _a place in thy memory._ sparkling and bright in liquid light does the wine our goblets gleam in; with hue as red as the rosy bed which a bee would choose to dream in. charles fenno hoffman ( - ): _sparkling and bright._ the very mudsills of society. . . . we call them slaves. . . . but i will not characterize that class at the north with that term; but you have it. it is there, it is everywhere; it is eternal. james h. hammond ( - ): _speech in the u. s. senate, march, ._ it would be superfluous in me to point out to your lordship that this is war. charles francis adams ( - ): _despatch to earl russell, sept. , ._ we are swinging round the circle. andrew johnson ( - ): _on the presidential reconstruction tour, august, ._ we have been friends together in sunshine and in shade. caroline e. s. norton ( - ): _we have been friends._ all we ask is to be let alone. jefferson davis ( - ): _first message to the confederate congress, march, ._ 't is said that absence conquers love; but oh believe it not! i 've tried, alas! its power to prove, but thou art not forgot. frederick w. thomas ( - ----): _absence conquers love._ oh would i were a boy again, when life seemed formed of sunny years, and all the heart then knew of pain was wept away in transient tears! mark lemon ( - ): _oh would i were a boy again._ wee willie winkie rins through the toun, upstairs and dounstairs, in his nicht-goun, tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock, "are the weans in their bed? for it 's nou ten o'clock." william miller ( - ): _willie winkie._ we are republicans, and don't propose to leave our party and identify ourselves with the party whose antecedents have been rum, romanism, and rebellion. samuel d. burchard ( - ----),--one of the deputation visiting mr. blaine, oct. , . a life on the ocean wave! a home on the rolling deep, where the scattered waters rave, and the winds their revels keep! epes sargent ( - ): _life on the ocean wave._ what are the wild waves saying, sister, the whole day long, that ever amid our playing i hear but their low, lone song? joseph e. carpenter ( - ----): _what are the wild waves saying?_ well, general, we have not had many dead cavalrymen lying about lately. joseph hooker ( - ): _a remark to general averill, november, ._ come in the evening, or come in the morning; come when you 're looked for, or come without warning. thomas o. davis ( - ): _the welcome._ but whether on the scaffold high or in the battle's van, the fittest place where man can die is where he dies for man! michael j. barry (_circa_ ): _the dublin nation, sept. , , vol. ii. p. ._ oh the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,-- a wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing! julia pardoe ( - ): _the captive greek girl._ let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, but leave us still our old nobility. lord john manners ( - ----): _england's trust. part iii. line ._ why thus longing, thus forever sighing for the far-off, unattain'd, and dim, while the beautiful all round thee lying offers up its low, perpetual hymn? harriet w. sewall ( - ): _why thus longing?_ don't you remember sweet alice, ben bolt? sweet alice, whose hair was so brown; who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, and trembl'd with fear at your frown! thomas dunn english ( - ----): _ben bolt._ the survival of the fittest. herbert spencer ( - ----): _principles of biology, vol. i. chap. xii._ (american edition, .) who fears to speak of ninety-eight? who blushes at the name? when cowards mock the patriot's fate, who hangs his head for shame? john k. ingram ( - ----): _the dublin nation, april , , vol. ii. p. ._ on fame's eternal camping-ground their silent tents are spread, and glory guards with solemn round the bivouac of the dead. theodore o'hara ( - ): _the bivouac of the dead._ (august, .) hold the fort! i am coming! william t. sherman ( - ),--signalled to general corse in allatoona from the top of kenesaw, oct. , . for every wave with dimpled face that leap'd upon the air, had caught a star in its embrace and held it trembling there. amelia b. welby ( - ): _musings. stanza ._ to look up and not down, to look forward and not back, to look out and not in, and to lend a hand. edward everett hale ( - ----): _rule of the "harry wadsworth club"_ (from "ten times one is ten," ). listen! john a. logan is the head centre, the hub, the king pin, the main spring, mogul, and mugwump of the final plot by which partisanship was installed in the commission. isaac h. bromley ( - ----): _editorial in the "new york tribune," feb. , ._ a mugwump is a person educated beyond his intellect. horace porter ( - ----), --a _bon-mot_ in the cleveland-blaine campaign of . i never could believe that providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden. richard rumbold, _on the scaffold, . history of england (macaulay), chap. v._ the last link is broken that bound me to thee, and the words thou hast spoken have render'd me free. fanny steers: _song._ old simon the cellarer keeps a rare store of malmsey and malvoisie. g. w. bellamy: _simon the cellarer._ babylon in all its desolation is a sight not so awful as that of the human mind in ruins.[ - ] scrope davies: _letter to thomas raikes, may , ._ she 's all my fancy painted her; she 's lovely, she 's divine. william mee: _alice gray._ stately and tall he moves in the hall, the chief of a thousand for grace. kate franklin: _life at olympus, lady's book, vol. xxiii. p. ._ when the sun's last rays are fading into twilight soft and dim. theodore l. barker: _thou wilt think of me again._ thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee and cherish'd thine image for years; thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, in secret, in silence, and tears. mrs. (david) porter: _thou hast wounded the spirit._ rattle his bones over the stones! he 's only a pauper, whom nobody owns! thomas noel: _the pauper's ride._ in the days when we went gypsying a long time ago; the lads and lassies in their best were dress'd from top to toe. edwin ransford: _in the days when we went gypsying._ speak gently! 't is a little thing dropp'd in the heart's deep well; the good, the joy, that it may bring eternity shall tell. g. w. langford: _speak gently._ hope tells a flattering tale,[ - ] delusive, vain, and hollow. ah! let not hope prevail, lest disappointment follow. miss ---- wrother: _the universal songster. vol. ii. p. ._ nose, nose, nose, nose! and who gave thee that jolly red nose? sinament and ginger, nutmegs and cloves, and that gave me my jolly red nose. ravenscroft: _deuteromela, song no. ._[ - ] ( .) the mother said to her daughter, "daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter's daughter hath a daughter." george hakewill: _apologie. book iii. chap. v. sect. ._[ - ] betwixt the stirrup and the ground, mercy i ask'd; mercy i found.[ - ] william camden: _remains._ begone, dull care! i prithee begone from me! begone, dull care! thou and i shall never agree. playford: _musical companion._ ( .) much of a muchness. vanbrugh: _the provoked husband, act i. sc. ._ mathew, mark, luke, and john, the bed be blest that i lye on. thomas ady: _a candle in the dark, p. ._ (london, .) junius, aprilis, septémq; nouemq; tricenos, vnum plus reliqui, februs tenet octo vicenos, at si bissextus fuerit superadditur vnus. william harrison: _description of britain_ (prefixed to holinshed's "chronicle," ). thirty dayes hath nouember, aprill, june, and september, february hath xxviii alone, and all the rest have xxxi. richard grafton: _chronicles of england._ ( .) thirty days hath september, april, june, and november, february has twenty-eight alone, all the rest have thirty-one; excepting leap year,--that 's the time when february's days are twenty-nine. _the return from parnassus._ (london, .) thirty days hath september, april, june, and november; all the rest have thirty-one, excepting february alone, which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, till leap year gives it twenty-nine. common in the new england states. fourth, eleventh, ninth, and sixth, thirty days to each affix; every other thirty-one except the second month alone. common in chester county, penn., among the friends. "be of good comfort, master ridley," latimer cried at the crackling of the flames. "play the man! we shall this day light such a candle, by god's grace, in england, as i trust shall never be put out."[ - ] there is a garden in her face, where roses and white lilies show; a heavenly paradise is that place, wherein all pleasant fruits do grow. there cherries hang that none may buy, till cherry ripe themselves do cry. _an howres recreation in musike._ ( . set to music by richard alison. oliphant's "la messa madrigalesca," p. .) those cherries fairly do enclose of orient pearl a double row; which when her lovely laughter shows, they look like rosebuds filled with snow. _an howres recreation in musike._ ( . set to music by richard alison. oliphant's "la messa madrigalesca," p. .) a vest as admired voltiger had on, which from this island's foes his grandsire won, whose artful colour pass'd the tyrian dye, obliged to triumph in this legacy.[ - ] _the british princes, p. ._ ( .) when adam dolve, and eve span, who was then the gentleman? _lines used by john ball in wat tyler's rebellion._[ - ] now bething the, gentilman, how adam dalf, and eve span.[ - ] _ms. of the fifteenth century_ (british museum). use three physicians,-- still-first dr. quiet; next dr. mery-man, and dr. dyet.[ - ] _regimen sanitatis salernitanum_ (edition of ). the king of france went up the hill with twenty thousand men; the king of france came down the hill, and ne'er went up again. _pigges corantoe, or newes from the north._[ - ] * * * * * _from the new england primer._[ - ] in adam's fall we sinned all. my book and heart must never part. young obadias, david, josias,-- all were pious. peter denyed his lord, and cryed. young timothy learnt sin to fly. xerxes did die, and so must i. zaccheus he did climb the tree our lord to see. our days begin with trouble here, our life is but a span, and cruel death is always near, so frail a thing is man. now i lay me down to take my sleep,[ - ] i pray the lord my soul to keep; if i should die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take. his wife, with nine small children and one at the breast, following him to the stake. _martyrdom of john rogers. burned at smithfield, feb. , ._[ - ] * * * * * and shall trelawny die? here 's twenty thousand cornish men will know the reason why.[ - ] mater ait natæ, dic natæ, natam ut moneat natæ, plangere filiolam. the mother to her daughter spake: "daughter," said she, "arise! thy daughter to her daughter take, whose daughter's daughter cries." _a distich, according to zwingler, on a lady of the dalburg family who saw her descendants to the sixth generation._ a woman's work, grave sirs, is never done. _poem spoken by mr. eusden at a cambridge commencement._[ - ] count that day lost whose low descending sun views from thy hand no worthy action done.[ - ] _author unknown._[ - ] the gloomy companions of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy madness of poetry without the inspiration.[ - ] _letters of junius. letter vii. to sir w. draper._ i do not give you to posterity as a pattern to imitate, but as an example to deter. _letters of junius. letter xii. to the duke of grafton._ the americans equally detest the pageantry of a king and the supercilious hypocrisy of a bishop.[ - ] _letters of junius. letter xxxv._ the heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute.[ - ] _letters of junius. letter xxxvii. city address, and the king's answer._ private credit is wealth; public honour is security. the feather that adorns the royal bird supports its flight; strip him of his plumage, and you fix him to the earth. _letters of junius. letter xlii. affair of the falkland islands._ 't is well to be merry and wise, 't is well to be honest and true; 't is well to be off with the old love before you are on with the new. _lines used by maturin as the motto to "bertram," produced at drury lane, ._ still so gently o'er me stealing, mem'ry will bring back the feeling, spite of all my grief revealing, that i love thee,--that i dearly love thee still. _opera of la sonnambula._ happy am i; from care i 'm free! why ar' n't they all contented like me? _opera of la bayadère._ it is so soon that i am done for, i wonder what i was begun for. _epitaph on a child who died at the age of three weeks_ (_cheltenham churchyard_). an austrian army, awfully array'd, boldly by battery besiege belgrade; cossack commanders cannonading come, deal devastation's dire destructive doom; ev'ry endeavour engineers essay, for fame, for freedom, fight, fierce furious fray. gen'rals 'gainst gen'rals grapple,--gracious god! how honors heav'n heroic hardihood! infuriate, indiscriminate in ill, just jesus, instant innocence instill! kinsmen kill kinsmen, kindred kindred kill. labour low levels longest, loftiest lines; men march 'midst mounds, motes, mountains, murd'rous mines. now noisy, noxious numbers notice nought, of outward obstacles o'ercoming ought; poor patriots perish, persecution's pest! quite quiet quakers "quarter, quarter" quest; reason returns, religion, right, redounds, suwarrow stop such sanguinary sounds! truce to thee, turkey, terror to thy train! unwise, unjust, unmerciful ukraine! vanish vile vengeance, vanish victory vain! why wish we warfare? wherefore welcome won xerxes, xantippus, xavier, xenophon? yield, ye young yaghier yeomen, yield your yell! zimmerman's, zoroaster's, zeno's zeal again attract; arts against arms appeal. all, all ambitious aims, avaunt, away! et cætera, et cætera, et cætera. _alliteration, or the siege of belgrade: a rondeau._[ - ] but were it to my fancy given to rate her charms, i 'd call them heaven; for though a mortal made of clay, angels must love ann hathaway; she hath a way so to control, to rapture the imprisoned soul, and sweetest heaven on earth display, that to be heaven ann hath a way; she hath a way, ann hathaway,-- to be heaven's self ann hath a way. _attributed to shakespeare._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] babylon in ruins is not so melancholy a spectacle (as a distracted person). addison: _spectator, no. ._ [ - ] hope told a flattering tale, that joy would soon return; ah! naught my sighs avail, for love is doomed to mourn. anonymous (air by giovanni paisiello, - ): _universal songster, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] beaumont and fletcher: _the knight of the burning pestle, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] hakewill translated this from the "theatrum vitæ humanæ," vol. iii. [ - ] altered by johnson ( ),-- between the stirrup and the ground, i mercy ask'd; i mercy found. [ - ] i shall light a candle of understanding in thine heart, which shall not be put out.--_ esdras xiv. ._ [ - ] the oft-quoted lines,-- a painted vest prince voltiger had on, which from a naked pict his grandsire won, have been ascribed to blackmore, but suppressed in the later editions of his poems. [ - ] hume: _history of england, vol. i. chap. xvii. note ._ [ - ] the same proverb existed in german:-- so adam reutte, und eva span, wer war da ein eddelman? agricola: _proverbs. no. ._ [ - ] see swift, page . [ - ] a quarto tract printed in london in , p. . this is called "old tarlton's song." [ - ] as early as , benjamin harris, of boston, advertised as in press the second impression of the new england primer. the oldest copy known to be extant is . [ - ] it is said that in the earliest edition of the new england primer this prayer is given as above, which is copied from the reprint of . in the edition of it is altered to "now i lay me down to sleep." in the edition of the second line of the prayer reads, "i pray thee, lord, my soul to keep." [ - ] the true date of his death is feb. , . [ - ] robert stephen hawker incorporated these lines into "the song of the western men," written by him in . it was praised by sir walter scott and macaulay under the impression that it was the ancient song. it has been a popular proverb throughout cornwall ever since the imprisonment by james ii. of the seven bishops,--one of them sir jonathan trelawny. [ - ] it was printed for the second time, in london, . [ - ] in the preface to mr. nichols's work on autographs, among other albums noticed by him as being in the british museum is that of david krieg, with james bobart's autograph (dec. , ) and the verses,-- _virtus sui gloria._ "think that day lost whose descending sun views from thy hand no noble action done." bobart died about . he was a son of the celebrated botanist of that name. the verses are given as an early instance of their use. [ - ] this is found in staniford's "art of reading," third edition, p. (boston, ). [ - ] see burke, page . [ - ] see choate, page . [ - ] see clarendon, page . [ - ] these lines having been incorrectly printed in a london publication, we have been favoured by the author with an authentic copy of them.--_wheeler's magazine, vol. i. p. ._ (winchester, england, .) [ - ] this poem entire may be found in rossiter johnson's "famous single and fugitive poems." translations. pilpay (or bidpai.)[ - ] we ought to do our neighbour all the good we can. if you do good, good will be done to you; but if you do evil, the same will be measured back to you again.[ - ] _dabschelim and pilpay. chap. i._ it has been the providence of nature to give this creature [the cat] nine lives instead of one.[ - ] _the greedy and ambitious cat. fable iii._ there is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the thorns.[ - ] _the two travellers. chap. ii. fable vi._ wise men say that there are three sorts of persons who are wholly deprived of judgment,--they who are ambitious of preferments in the courts of princes; they who make use of poison to show their skill in curing it; and they who intrust women with their secrets. _the two travellers. chap. ii. fable vi._ men are used as they use others. _the king who became just. fable ix._ what is bred in the bone will never come out of the flesh.[ - ] _the two fishermen. fable xiv._ guilty consciences always make people cowards.[ - ] _the prince and his minister. chap. iii. fable iii._ whoever . . . prefers the service of princes before his duty to his creator, will be sure, early or late, to repent in vain. _the prince and his minister. chap. iii. fable iii._ there are some who bear a grudge even to those that do them good. _a religious doctor. fable vi._ there was once, in a remote part of the east, a man who was altogether void of knowledge and experience, yet presumed to call himself a physician. _the ignorant physician. fable viii._ he that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.[ - ] _the ignorant physician. fable viii._ honest men esteem and value nothing so much in this world as a real friend. such a one is as it were another self, to whom we impart our most secret thoughts, who partakes of our joy, and comforts us in our affliction; add to this, that his company is an everlasting pleasure to us. _choice of friends. chap. iv._ that possession was the strongest tenure of the law.[ - ] _the cat and the two birds. chap. v. fable iv._ footnotes: [ - ] pilpay is supposed to have been a brahmin gymnosophist, and to have lived several centuries before christ. the earliest form in which his fables appear is in the pancha-tantra and hitopadesa of the sanskrit. the first translation was into the pehlvi language, and thence into the arabic, about the seventh century. the first english translation appeared in . [ - ] and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.--_matthew vii. ._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see herrick, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see butler, page . [ - ] see cibber, page . hesiod. _circa_ (?) b. c. (_translation by j. banks, m. a., with a few alterations._[ - ]) we know to tell many fictions like to truths, and we know, when we will, to speak what is true. _the theogony. line ._ on the tongue of such an one they shed a honeyed dew,[ - ] and from his lips drop gentle words. _the theogony. line ._ night, having sleep, the brother of death.[ - ] _the theogony. line ._ from whose eyelids also as they gazed dropped love.[ - ] _the theogony. line ._ both potter is jealous of potter and craftsman of craftsman; and poor man has a grudge against poor man, and poet against poet.[ - ] _works and days. line ._ fools! they know not how much half exceeds the whole.[ - ] _works and days. line ._ for full indeed is earth of woes, and full the sea; and in the day as well as night diseases unbidden haunt mankind, silently bearing ills to men, for all-wise zeus hath taken from them their voice. so utterly impossible is it to escape the will of zeus. _works and days. line ._ they died, as if o'ercome by sleep. _works and days. line ._ oft hath even a whole city reaped the evil fruit of a bad man.[ - ] _works and days. line ._ for himself doth a man work evil in working evils for another. _works and days. line ._ badness, look you, you may choose easily in a heap: level is the path, and right near it dwells. but before virtue the immortal gods have put the sweat of man's brow; and long and steep is the way to it, and rugged at the first. _works and days. line ._ this man, i say, is most perfect who shall have understood everything for himself, after having devised what may be best afterward and unto the end. _works and days. line ._ let it please thee to keep in order a moderate-sized farm, that so thy garners may be full of fruits in their season. _works and days. line ._ invite the man that loves thee to a feast, but let alone thine enemy. _work and days. line ._ a bad neighbour is as great a misfortune as a good one is a great blessing. _works and days. line ._ gain not base gains; base gains are the same as losses. _works and days. line ._ if thou shouldst lay up even a little upon a little, and shouldst do this often, soon would even this become great. _works and days. line ._ at the beginning of the cask and at the end take thy fill, but be saving in the middle; for at the bottom saving comes too late. let the price fixed with a friend be sufficient, and even dealing with a brother call in witnesses, but laughingly. _works and days. line ._ diligence increaseth the fruit of toil. a dilatory man wrestles with losses. _works and days. line ._ the morn, look you, furthers a man on his road, and furthers him too in his work. _works and days. line ._ observe moderation. in all, the fitting season is best. _works and days. line ._ neither make thy friend equal to a brother; but if thou shalt have made him so, be not the first to do him wrong. _works and days. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] bohn's classical library. [ - ] see coleridge, page . [ - ] see shelley, page . [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see gay, page . [ - ] pittacus said that half was more than the whole.--diogenes laertius: _pittacus, ii._ [ - ] one man's wickedness may easily become all men's curse.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ theognis. (?)- (?) b. c. wine is wont to show the mind of man. _maxims. line ._ no one goes to hades with all his immense wealth.[ - ] _maxims. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] for when he dieth he shall carry nothing away, his glory shall not descend after him.--_psalm xlix. ._ [these selections from the most famous gnomic sayings of the great tragic writers of greece--Æschylus, sophocles, and euripides--are chiefly from the fragments and not from their complete plays. the numbers of the fragments refer to the edition of nauck. they are selected and translated by m. h. morgan, ph. d., of harvard university.] Æschylus. - b. c. i would far rather be ignorant than wise in the foreboding of evil.[ - ] _suppliants, ._ "honour thy father and thy mother" stands written among the three laws of most revered righteousness.[ - ] _suppliants, ._ words are the physicians of a mind diseased.[ - ] _prometheus, ._ time as he grows old teaches many lessons. _prometheus, ._ god's mouth knows not to utter falsehood, but he will perform each word.[ - ] _prometheus, ._ learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.[ - ] _agamemnon, ._ few men have the natural strength to honour a friend's success without envy. . . . i well know that mirror of friendship, shadow of a shade. _agamemnon, ._ exiles feed on hope. _agamemnon, ._ success is man's god. _choephoræ, ._ so in the libyan fable it is told that once an eagle, stricken with a dart, said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, "with our own feathers, not by others' hands, are we now smitten."[ - ] _frag. _ (trans. by plumptre). of all the gods, death only craves not gifts: nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed by hymns of praise. from him alone of all the powers of heaven persuasion holds aloof. _frag. _ (trans. by plumptre). o death the healer, scorn thou not, i pray, to come to me: of cureless ills thou art the one physician. pain lays not its touch upon a corpse. _frag. _ (trans. by plumptre). a prosperous fool is a grievous burden. _frag. ._ bronze is the mirror of the form; wine, of the heart. _frag. ._ it is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath. _frag. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see gray, page . [ - ] the three great laws ascribed to triptolemus are referred to,--namely, to honour parents; to worship the gods with the fruits of the earth; to hurt no living creature. the first two laws are also ascribed to the centaur cheiron. [ - ] apt words have power to suage the tumours of a troubl'd mind. milton: _samson agonistes._ [ - ] god is not a man that he should lie; . . . hath he said, and shall he not do it?--_numbers xxiii. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see waller, page . sophocles. - b. c. think not that thy word and thine alone must be right. _antigone, ._ death is not the worst evil, but rather when we wish to die and cannot. _electra, ._ there is an ancient saying, famous among men, that thou shouldst not judge fully of a man's life before he dieth, whether it should be called blest or wretched.[ - ] _trachiniæ, ._ in a just cause the weak o'ercome the strong.[ - ] _oedipus coloneus, ._ a lie never lives to be old. _acrisius. frag. ._ nobody loves life like an old man. _acrisius. frag. ._ a short saying oft contains much wisdom.[ - ] _aletes. frag. ._ do nothing secretly; for time sees and hears all things, and discloses all. _hipponous. frag. ._ it is better not to live at all than to live disgraced. _peleus. frag. ._ war loves to seek its victims in the young. _scyrii. frag. ._ if it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief. _scyrii. frag. ._ children are the anchors that hold a mother to life. _phædra. frag. ._ the truth is always the strongest argument. _phædra. frag. ._ the dice of zeus fall ever luckily. _phædra. frag. ._ fortune is not on the side of the faint-hearted. _phædra. frag. ._ no oath too binding for a lover. _phædra. frag. ._ thoughts are mightier than strength of hand. _phædra. frag. ._ a wise player ought to accept his throws and score them, not bewail his luck. _phædra. frag. ._ if i am sophocles, i am not mad; and if i am mad, i am not sophocles. _vit. anon. p. _ (plumptre's trans.). footnotes: [ - ] the saying "call no man happy before he dies" was ascribed to solon. herodotus, i. . [ - ] see marlowe, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . euripides. - b. c. old men's prayers for death are lying prayers, in which they abuse old age and long extent of life. but when death draws near, not one is willing to die, and age no longer is a burden to them. _alcestis. ._ the gifts of a bad man bring no good with them. _medea. ._ moderation, the noblest gift of heaven. _medea. ._ i know, indeed, the evil of that i purpose; but my inclination gets the better of my judgment.[ - ] _medea. ._ there is in the worst of fortune the best of chances for a happy change.[ - ] _iphigenia in tauris. ._ slowly but surely withal moveth the might of the gods.[ - ] _bacchæ. ._ thou didst bring me forth for all the greeks in common, not for thyself alone. _iphigenia in aulis. ._ slight not what 's near through aiming at what 's far.[ - ] _rhesus. ._ the company of just and righteous men is better than wealth and a rich estate. _Ægeus. frag. ._ a bad beginning makes a bad ending. _Æolus. frag. ._ time will explain it all. he is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks. _Æolus. frag. ._ waste not fresh tears over old griefs. _alexander. frag. ._ the nobly born must nobly meet his fate.[ - ] _alcmene. frag. ._ woman is woman's natural ally. _alope. frag. ._ man's best possession is a sympathetic wife. _antigone. frag. ._ ignorance of one's misfortunes is clear gain.[ - ] _antiope. frag. ._ try first thyself, and after call in god; for to the worker god himself lends aid.[ - ] _hippolytus. frag. ._ second thoughts are ever wiser.[ - ] _hippolytus. frag. ._ toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame. _licymnius. frag. ._ cowards do not count in battle; they are there, but not in it. _meleager. frag. ._ a woman should be good for everything at home, but abroad good for nothing. _meleager. frag. ._ silver and gold are not the only coin; virtue too passes current all over the world. _oedipus. frag. ._ when good men die their goodness does not perish, but lives though they are gone. as for the bad, all that was theirs dies and is buried with them. _temenidæ. frag. ._ every man is like the company he is wont to keep. _phoenix. frag. ._ who knows but life be that which men call death,[ - ] and death what men call life? _phrixus. frag. ._ whoso neglects learning in his youth, loses the past and is dead for the future. _phrixus. frag. ._ the gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children. _phrixus. frag. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see shakespeare, page . also garth, page . [ - ] the darkest hour is that before the dawn.--hazlitt: _english proverbs._ [ - ] see herbert, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] noblesse oblige.--bohn: _foreign proverbs._ [ - ] see davenant, page . [ - ] see herbert, page . [ - ] see henry, page . [ - ] see diogenes laertius, page . mimnermus (tragedian). we are all clever enough at envying a famous man while he is yet alive, and at praising him when he is dead. _frag. ._ hippocrates. - b. c. life is short and the art long.[ - ] _aphorism i._ extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases.[ - ] _aphorism i._ footnotes: [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . for a desperate disease a desperate cure.--montaigne: _chap. iii. the custom of the isle of cea._ dionysius the elder. - b. c. let thy speech be better than silence, or be silent. _frag. ._ plautus. (?)- b. c. (_translated by henry thomas riley, b. a., with a few variations. the references are to the text of ritschl's second edition._[ - ]) what is yours is mine, and all mine is yours.[ - ] _trinummus. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) not by years but by disposition is wisdom acquired. _trinummus. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) these things are not for the best, nor as i think they ought to be; but still they are better than that which is downright bad. _trinummus. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) he whom the gods favour dies in youth.[ - ] _bacchides. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) you are seeking a knot in a bulrush.[ - ] _menæchmi. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) in the one hand he is carrying a stone, while he shows the bread in the other.[ - ] _aulularia. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) i had a regular battle with the dunghill-cock. _aulularia. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) it was not for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.[ - ] _aulularia. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) there are occasions when it is undoubtedly better to incur loss than to make gain. _captivi. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) patience is the best remedy for every trouble.[ - ] _rudens. act ii. sc. , ._ if you are wise, be wise; keep what goods the gods provide you. _rudens. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) consider the little mouse, how sagacious an animal it is which never entrusts its life to one hole only.[ - ] _truculentus. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) nothing is there more friendly to a man than a friend in need.[ - ] _epidicus. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) things which you do not hope happen more frequently than things which you do hope.[ - ] _mostellaria. act i. sc. , ._ (_ ._) to blow and swallow at the same moment is not easy. _mostellaria. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) each man reaps on his own farm. _mostellaria. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) footnotes: [ - ] bohn's classical library. [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see wordsworth, page . [ - ] a proverbial expression implying a desire to create doubts and difficulties where there really were none. it occurs in terence, the "andria," act v. sc. , ; also in ennius, "saturæ," . [ - ] what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?--_matthew vii. ._ [ - ] see gay, page . [ - ] patience is a remedy for every sorrow.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] a friend in need is a friend indeed.--hazlitt: _english proverbs._ [ - ] the unexpected always happens.--_a common proverb._ terence. - b. c. (_from the translation of henry thomas riley, b. a., with occasional corrections. the references are to the text of umpfenbach._[ - ]) do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all? _andria. the prologue. ._ of surpassing beauty and in the bloom of youth. _andria. act i. sc. , ._ (_ ._) hence these tears. _andria. act i. sc. , ._ (_ ._) that is a true proverb which is wont to be commonly quoted, that "all had rather it were well for themselves than for another." _andria. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) the quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.[ - ] _andria. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) look you, i am the most concerned in my own interests.[ - ] _andria. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) in fine, nothing is said now that has not been said before. _eunuchus. the prologue. ._ it is up with you; all is over; you are ruined. _eunuchus. act i. sc. , ._ (_ ._) if i could believe that this was said sincerely, i could put up with anything. _eunuchus. act i. sc. , ._ (_ ._) immortal gods! how much does one man excel another! what a difference there is between a wise person and a fool! _eunuchus. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) i have everything, yet have nothing; and although i possess nothing, still of nothing am i in want.[ - ] _eunuchus. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) there are vicissitudes in all things. _eunuchus. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) the very flower of youth. _eunuchus. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) i did not care one straw. _eunuchus. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) jupiter, now assuredly is the time when i could readily consent to be slain,[ - ] lest life should sully this ecstasy with some disaster. _eunuchus. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) this and a great deal more like it i have had to put up with. _eunuchus. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) take care and say this with presence of mind.[ - ] _eunuchus. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) it behooves a prudent person to make trial of everything before arms. _eunuchus. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) i know the disposition of women: when you will, they won't; when you won't, they set their hearts upon you of their own inclination. _eunuchus. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) i took to my heels as fast as i could. _eunuchus. act v. sc. , ._ (_ ._) many a time, . . . from a bad beginning great friendships have sprung up. _eunuchus. act v. sc. , ._ (_ ._) i only wish i may see your head stroked down with a slipper.[ - ] _eunuchus. act v. sc. , ._ (_ ._) i am a man, and nothing that concerns a man do i deem a matter of indifference to me.[ - ] _heautontimoroumenos. act i. sc. , ._ (_ ._) this is a wise maxim, "to take warning from others of what may be to your own advantage." _heautontimoroumenos. act i. sc. , ._ (_ ._) that saying which i hear commonly repeated,--that time assuages sorrow. _heautontimoroumenos. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) really, you have seen the old age of an eagle,[ - ] as the saying is. _heautontimoroumenos. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) many a time a man cannot be such as he would be, if circumstances do not admit of it. _heautontimoroumenos. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking. _heautontimoroumenos. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) what now if the sky were to fall?[ - ] _heautontimoroumenos. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) rigorous law is often rigorous injustice.[ - ] _heautontimoroumenos. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) there is nothing so easy but that it becomes difficult when you do it with reluctance. _heautontimoroumenos. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) how many things, both just and unjust, are sanctioned by custom! _heautontimoroumenos. act iv. sc. , ._ (_ ._) fortune helps the brave.[ - ] _phormio. act i. sc. , ._ (_ ._) it is the duty of all persons, when affairs are the most prosperous,[ - ] then in especial to reflect within themselves in what way they are to endure adversity. _phormio. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) as many men, so many minds; every one his own way. _phormio. act ii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) as the saying is, i have got a wolf by the ears.[ - ] _phormio. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) i bid him look into the lives of men as though into a mirror, and from others to take an example for himself. _adelphoe. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) according as the man is, so must you humour him. _adelphoe. act iii. sc. , ._ (_ ._) it is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.[ - ] _adelphoe. act v. sc. , ._ (_ ._) what comes from this quarter, set it down as so much gain. _adelphoe. act v. sc. , ._ (_ ._) it is the common vice of all, in old age, to be too intent upon our interests.[ - ] _adelphoe. act v. sc. , ._ (_ ._) footnotes: [ - ] bonn's classical library. [ - ] see edwards, page . [ - ] equivalent to our sayings, "charity begins at home;" "take care of number one." [ - ] see wotton, page . [ - ] if it were now to die, 't were now to be most happy. shakespeare: _othello, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] literally, "with a present mind,"--equivalent to cæsar's _præsentia animi_ (de bello gallico, v. , ). [ - ] according to lucian, there was a story that omphale used to beat hercules with her slipper or sandal. [ - ] cicero quotes this passage in de officiis, i. . [ - ] this was a proverbial expression, signifying a hale and vigorous old age. [ - ] see heywood, page . some ambassadors from the celtæ, being asked by alexander what in the world they dreaded most, answered, that they feared lest the sky should fall upon them.--arrianus: _lib. i. ._ [ - ] extreme law, extreme injustice, is now become a stale proverb in discourse.--cicero: _de officiis, i. ._ une extrême justice est souvent une injure (extreme justice is often injustice).--racine: _frères ennemies, act iv. sc. ._ mais l'extrême justice est une extrême injure.--voltaire: _oedipus, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] pliny the younger says (book vi. letter xvi.) that pliny the elder said this during the eruption of vesuvius: "fortune favours the brave." [ - ] cicero: _tusculan questions, book iii. ._ [ - ] a proverbial expression, which, according to suetonius, was frequently in the mouth of tiberius cæsar. [ - ] all things are in common among friends.--diogenes laertius: _diogenes, vi._ [ - ] cicero quotes this passage (tusculan questions, book iii.), and the maxim was a favourite one with the stoic philosophers. cicero. - b. c. for as lack of adornment is said to become some women, so this subtle oration, though without embellishment, gives delight.[ - ] _de oratore. ._ thus in the beginning the world was so made that certain signs come before certain events.[ - ] _de divinatione. i. ._ he is never less at leisure than when at leisure.[ - ] _de officiis. iii. ._ while the sick man has life there is hope.[ - ] _epistolarum ad atticum. ix. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see thomson, page . [ - ] see coleridge, page . [ - ] see rogers, page . [ - ] see gay, page . lucretius. - b. c. continual dropping wears away a stone.[ - ] _de rerum natura. i. ._ what is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.[ - ] _de rerum natura. iv. ._ in the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.[ - ] _de rerum natura. iv. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see lyly, page . [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . [ - ] see byron, page . horace. - b. c. brave men were living before agamemnon.[ - ] _odes. iv. , ._ in peace, as a wise man, he should make suitable preparation for war.[ - ] _satires, ii. ._ (_ ._) you may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared-for hide, . . . a hog from epicurus's herd.[ - ] _satires, ii. , ._ what the discordant harmony of circumstances would and could effect.[ - ] _epistles, i. , ._ if you wish me to weep, you yourself must feel grief.[ - ] _ars poetica. ._ the mountains will be in labour; an absurd mouse will be born.[ - ] _ars poetica. ._ even the worthy homer sometimes nods.[ - ] _ars poetica. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see byron, page . [ - ] see washington, page . [ - ] see mason, page . [ - ] see burke, page . [ - ] see churchill, page . [ - ] a mountain was in labour, sending forth dreadful groans, and there was in the region the highest expectation. after all, it brought forth a mouse.--phÆdrus: _fables, iv. , ._ the old proverb was now made good: "the mountain had brought forth a mouse."--plutarch: _life of agesilaus ii._ [ - ] see pope, page . ovid. b. c.- a. d. they come to see; they come that they themselves may be seen.[ - ] _the art of love. i. ._ nothing is stronger than custom. _the art of love. ii. ._ then the omnipotent father with his thunder made olympus tremble, and from ossa hurled pelion.[ - ] _metamorphoses. i._ it is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.[ - ] _metamorphoses. xiii._ the mind, conscious of rectitude, laughed to scorn the falsehood of report.[ - ] _fasti. iv. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see pope, page . i would have you call to mind the strength of the ancient giants, that undertook to lay the high mountain pelion on the top of ossa, and set among those the shady olympus.--rabelais: _works, book iv. chap. xxxviii._ [ - ] see watts, page . [ - ] and the mind conscious of virtue may bring to thee suitable rewards.--virgil: _Æneid, i. ._ of unknown authorship. love thyself, and many will hate thee. _frag. ._ practice in time becomes second nature.[ - ] _frag. ._ when god is planning ruin for a man, he first deprives him of his reason.[ - ] _frag. ._ when i am dead let fire destroy the world; it matters not to me, for i am safe. _frag. ._ toil does not come to help the idle. _frag. ._ footnotes: [ - ] custom is almost a second nature.--plutarch: _rules for the preservation of health, ._ [ - ] see dryden, page . this may have been the original of the well known (but probably post-classical) line, "quem jupiter vult perdere, dementat prius." publius syrus has, "stultum facit fortuna quem vult perdere." publius syrus.[ - ] b. c. (_translation by darius lyman. the numbers are those of the translator._) as men, we are all equal in the presence of death. _maxim ._ to do two things at once is to do neither. _maxim ._ we are interested in others when they are interested in us.[ - ] _maxim ._ every one excels in something in which another fails. _maxim ._ the anger of lovers renews the strength of love.[ - ] _maxim ._ a god could hardly love and be wise.[ - ] _maxim ._ the loss which is unknown is no loss at all.[ - ] _maxim ._ he sleeps well who knows not that he sleeps ill. _maxim ._ a good reputation is more valuable than money.[ - ] _maxim ._ it is well to moor your bark with two anchors. _maxim ._ learn to see in another's calamity the ills which you should avoid.[ - ] _maxim ._ an agreeable companion on a journey is as good as a carriage. _maxim ._ society in shipwreck is a comfort to all.[ - ] _maxim ._ many receive advice, few profit by it. _maxim ._ patience is a remedy for every sorrow.[ - ] _maxim ._ while we stop to think, we often miss our opportunity. _maxim ._ whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account. _maxim ._ even a single hair casts its shadow. _maxim ._ it is sometimes expedient to forget who we are. _maxim ._ we may with advantage at times forget what we know. _maxim ._ you should hammer your iron when it is glowing hot.[ - ] _maxim ._ what is left when honour is lost? _maxim ._ a fair exterior is a silent recommendation. _maxim ._ fortune is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity. _maxim ._ when fortune is on our side, popular favour bears her company. _maxim ._ when fortune flatters, she does it to betray. _maxim ._ fortune is like glass,--the brighter the glitter, the more easily broken. _maxim ._ it is more easy to get a favour from fortune than to keep it. _maxim ._ his own character is the arbiter of every one's fortune.[ - ] _maxim ._ there are some remedies worse than the disease.[ - ] _maxim ._ powerful indeed is the empire of habit.[ - ] _maxim ._ amid a multitude of projects, no plan is devised.[ - ] _maxim ._ it is easy for men to talk one thing and think another. _maxim ._ when two do the same thing, it is not the same thing after all. _maxim ._ a cock has great influence on his own dunghill.[ - ] _maxim ._ any one can hold the helm when the sea is calm.[ - ] _maxim ._ no tears are shed when an enemy dies. _maxim ._ the bow too tensely strung is easily broken. _maxim ._ treat your friend as if he might become an enemy. _maxim ._ no pleasure endures unseasoned by variety.[ - ] _maxim ._ the judge is condemned when the criminal is acquitted.[ - ] _maxim ._ practice is the best of all instructors.[ - ] _maxim ._ he who is bent on doing evil can never want occasion. _maxim ._ one man's wickedness may easily become all men's curse. _maxim ._ never find your delight in another's misfortune. _maxim ._ it is a bad plan that admits of no modification. _maxim ._ it is better to have a little than nothing. _maxim ._ it is an unhappy lot which finds no enemies. _maxim ._ the fear of death is more to be dreaded than death itself.[ - ] _maxim ._ a rolling stone gathers no moss.[ - ] _maxim ._ never promise more than you can perform. _maxim ._ a wise man never refuses anything to necessity.[ - ] _maxim ._ no one should be judge in his own cause.[ - ] _maxim ._ necessity knows no law except to conquer.[ - ] _maxim ._ nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently.[ - ] _maxim ._ we desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have. _maxim ._ it is only the ignorant who despise education. _maxim ._ do not turn back when you are just at the goal.[ - ] _maxim ._ it is not every question that deserves an answer. _maxim ._ no man is happy who does not think himself so.[ - ] _maxim ._ never thrust your own sickle into another's corn.[ - ] _maxim ._ you cannot put the same shoe on every foot. _maxim ._ he bids fair to grow wise who has discovered that he is not so. _maxim ._ a guilty conscience never feels secure.[ - ] _maxim ._ every day should be passed as if it were to be our last.[ - ] _maxim ._ familiarity breeds contempt.[ - ] _maxim ._ money alone sets all the world in motion. _maxim ._ he who has plenty of pepper will pepper his cabbage. _maxim ._ you should go to a pear-tree for pears, not to an elm.[ - ] _maxim ._ it is a very hard undertaking to seek to please everybody. _maxim ._ we should provide in peace what we need in war.[ - ] _maxim ._ look for a tough wedge for a tough log. _maxim ._ how happy the life unembarrassed by the cares of business! _maxim ._ they who plough the sea do not carry the winds in their hands.[ - ] _maxim ._ he gets through too late who goes too fast. _maxim ._ in every enterprise consider where you would come out.[ - ] _maxim ._ it takes a long time to bring excellence to maturity. _maxim ._ the highest condition takes rise in the lowest. _maxim ._ it matters not what you are thought to be, but what you are. _maxim ._ no one knows what he can do till he tries. _maxim ._ the next day is never so good as the day before. _maxim ._ he is truly wise who gains wisdom from another's mishap. _maxim ._ good health and good sense are two of life's greatest blessings. _maxim ._ it matters not how long you live, but how well. _maxim ._ it is vain to look for a defence against lightning.[ - ] _maxim ._ no good man ever grew rich all at once.[ - ] _maxim ._ everything is worth what its purchaser will pay for it.[ - ] _maxim ._ it is better to learn late than never.[ - ] _maxim ._ better be ignorant of a matter than half know it.[ - ] _maxim ._ better use medicines at the outset than at the last moment. _maxim ._ prosperity makes friends, adversity tries them. _maxim ._ whom fortune wishes to destroy she first makes mad.[ - ] _maxim ._ let a fool hold his tongue and he will pass for a sage. _maxim ._ he knows not when to be silent who knows not when to speak. _maxim ._ you need not hang up the ivy-branch over the wine that will sell.[ - ] _maxim ._ it is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery.[ - ] _maxim ._ unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no one.[ - ] _maxim ._ confession of our faults is the next thing to innocency. _maxim ._ i have often regretted my speech, never my silence.[ - ] _maxim ._ keep the golden mean[ - ] between saying too much and too little. _maxim ._ speech is a mirror of the soul: as a man speaks, so is he. _maxim ._ footnotes: [ - ] commonly called publius, but spelled publilius by pliny (natural history, , sect. ). [ - ] we always like those who admire us.--rochefoucauld: _maxim ._ [ - ] see edwards, page . [ - ] it is impossible to love and be wise.--bacon: _of love_ (quoted). [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] a good name is better than riches.--cervantes: _don quixote, part ii. book ii. chap. xxxiii._ [ - ] the best plan is, as the common proverb has it, to profit by the folly of others.--pliny: _natural history, book xviii. sect. ._ [ - ] see maxim . [ - ] see plautus, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . marius said, "i see the cure is not worth the pain."--plutarch: _life of caius marius._ [ - ] habit is second nature.--montaigne: _essays, book iii. chap. x._ [ - ] he that hath many irons in the fire, some of them will cool.--hazlitt: _english proverbs._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] the sea being smooth, how many shallow bauble boats dare sail upon her patient breast. shakespeare: _troilus and cressida, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] see cowper, page . [ - ] judex damnatur cum nocens absolvitur,--the motto adopted for the "edinburgh review." [ - ] practice makes perfect.--_proverb._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] yet do i hold that mortal foolish who strives against the stress of necessity.--euripides: _hercules furens, line ._ [ - ] it is not permitted to the most equitable of men to be a judge in his own cause.--pascal: _thoughts, chap. iv. ._ [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] when men are arrived at the goal, they should not turn back.--plutarch: _of the training of children._ [ - ] no man can enjoy happiness without thinking that he enjoys it.--johnson: _the rambler, p. ._ [ - ] did thrust as now in others' corn his sickle.--du bartas: _divine weekes and workes, part ii. second weeke._ not presuming to put my sickle in another man's corn.--nicholas yonge: _musica transalpini. epistle dedicatory. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] thou wilt find rest from vain fancies if thou doest every act in life as though it were thy last.--marcus aurelius: _meditations, ii. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] you may as well expect pears from an elm.--cervantes: _don quixote, part ii. book ii. chap. xl._ [ - ] see washington, page . [ - ] the pilot cannot mitigate the billows or calm the winds.--plutarch: _of the tranquillity of the mind._ [ - ] in every affair consider what precedes and what follows, and then undertake it.--epictetus: _that everything is to be undertaken with circumspection, chap. xv._ [ - ] syrus was not a contemporary of franklin. [ - ] no just man ever became rich all at once.--menander: _fragment._ [ - ] see butler, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see maxim . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] simonides said "that he never repented that he held his tongue, but often that he had spoken."--plutarch: _rules for the preservation of health._ seneca. b. c.- a. d. not lost, but gone before.[ - ] _epistolæ. , ._ whom they have injured they also hate.[ - ] _de ira. ii. ._ fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men.[ - ] _de providentia. , ._ there is no great genius without a tincture of madness.[ - ] _de tranquillitate animi. ._ do you seek alcides' equal? none is, except himself.[ - ] _hercules furens. i. , ._ successful and fortunate crime is called virtue.[ - ] _hercules furens. ._ a good man possesses a kingdom.[ - ] _thyestes. ._ i do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man.[ - ] _on a happy life. ._ (_l' estrange's abstract, chap. i._) footnotes: [ - ] see cowper, page . [ - ] see rogers, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see theobald, page . [ - ] see harrington, page . [ - ] see dyer, page . [ - ] see watts, page . phÆdrus. a. d. (_translation by h. t. riley, b. a._[ - ]) submit to the present evil, lest a greater one befall you. _book i. fable , ._ he who covets what belongs to another deservedly loses his own. _book i. fable , ._ that it is unwise to be heedless ourselves while we are giving advice to others, i will show in a few lines. _book i. fable , ._ whoever has even once become notorious by base fraud, even if he speaks the truth, gains no belief. _book i. fable , ._ by this story [the fox and the raven] it is shown how much ingenuity avails, and how wisdom is always an overmatch for strength. _book i. fable , ._ no one returns with good-will to the place which has done him a mischief. _book i. fable , ._ it has been related that dogs drink at the river nile running along, that they may not be seized by the crocodiles.[ - ] _book i. fable , ._ every one is bound to bear patiently the results of his own example. _book i. fable , ._ come of it what may, as sinon said. _book iii. the prologue, ._ things are not always what they seem.[ - ] _book iv. fable , ._ jupiter has loaded us with a couple of wallets: the one, filled with our own vices, he has placed at our backs; the other, heavy with those of others, he has hung before.[ - ] _book iv. fable , ._ a mountain was in labour, sending forth dreadful groans, and there was in the region the highest expectation. after all, it brought forth a mouse.[ - ] _book iv. fable , ._ a fly bit the bare pate of a bald man, who in endeavouring to crush it gave himself a hard slap. then said the fly jeeringly, "you wanted to revenge the sting of a tiny insect with death; what will you do to yourself, who have added insult to injury?" _book v. fable , ._ "i knew that before you were born." let him who would instruct a wiser man consider this as said to himself. _book v. fable , ._ footnotes: [ - ] bohn's classical library. [ - ] pliny in his "natural history," book viii. sect. , and Ælian in his "various histories" relate the same fact as to the dogs drinking from the nile. "to treat a thing as the dogs do the nile" was a common proverb with the ancients, signifying to do it superficially. [ - ] see longfellow, page . [ - ] also alluded to by horace, satires, ii. , ; catullus, , ; and persius, , . [ - ] see horace, page . pliny the elder. - a. d. (_translation by j. bostock, m. d., and h. t. riley, b. a., with slight alterations._[ - ]) in comparing various authors with one another, i have discovered that some of the gravest and latest writers have transcribed, word for word, from former works, without making acknowledgment. _natural history. book i. dedication, sect. ._ the world, and whatever that be which we call the heavens, by the vault of which all things are enclosed, we must conceive to be a deity, to be eternal, without bounds, neither created nor subject at any time to destruction. to inquire what is beyond it is no concern of man; nor can the human mind form any conjecture concerning it. _natural history. book ii. sect. ._ it is ridiculous to suppose that the great head of things, whatever it be, pays any regard to human affairs. _natural history. book ii. sect. ._ everything is soothed by oil, and this is the reason why divers send out small quantities of it from their mouths, because it smooths every part which is rough.[ - ] _natural history. book ii. sect. ._ it is far from easy to determine whether she [nature] has proved to him a kind parent or a merciless stepmother.[ - ] _natural history. book vii. sect. ._ man alone at the very moment of his birth, cast naked upon the naked earth, does she abandon to cries and lamentations.[ - ] _natural history. book vii. sect. ._ to laugh, if but for an instant only, has never been granted to man before the fortieth day from his birth, and then it is looked upon as a miracle of precocity.[ - ] _natural history, book vii. sect. ._ man is the only one that knows nothing, that can learn nothing without being taught. he can neither speak nor walk nor eat, and in short he can do nothing at the prompting of nature only, but weep.[ - ] _natural history, book vii. sect. ._ with man, most of his misfortunes are occasioned by man.[ - ] _natural history, book vii. sect. ._ indeed, what is there that does not appear marvellous when it comes to our knowledge for the first time?[ - ] how many things, too, are looked upon as quite impossible until they have been actually effected? _natural history, book vii. sect. ._ the human features and countenance, although composed of but some ten parts or little more, are so fashioned that among so many thousands of men there are no two in existence who cannot be distinguished from one another.[ - ] _natural history, book vii. sect. ._ all men possess in their bodies a poison which acts upon serpents; and the human saliva, it is said, makes them take to flight, as though they had been touched with boiling water. the same substance, it is said, destroys them the moment it enters their throat.[ - ] _natural history, book vii. sect. ._ it has been observed that the height of a man from the crown of the head to the sole of the foot is equal to the distance between the tips of the middle fingers of the two hands when extended in a straight line. _natural history. book vii. sect. ._ when a building is about to fall down, all the mice desert it.[ - ] _natural history. book viii. sect. ._ bears when first born are shapeless masses of white flesh a little larger than mice, their claws alone being prominent. the mother then licks them gradually into proper shape.[ - ] _natural history. book viii. sect. ._ it is asserted that the dogs keep running when they drink at the nile, for fear of becoming a prey to the voracity of the crocodile.[ - ] _natural history. book viii. sect. ._ it has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth.[ - ] _natural history. book xiv. sect. ._ cincinnatus was ploughing his four jugera of land upon the vaticanian hill,--the same that are still known as the quintian meadows,--when the messenger brought him the dictatorship, finding him, the tradition says, stripped to the work. _natural history. book xviii. sect. ._ the agricultural population, says cato, produces the bravest men, the most valiant soldiers, and a class of citizens the least given of all to evil designs. . . . a bad bargain is always a ground for repentance. _natural history. book xviii. sect. ._ the best plan is, as the common proverb has it, to profit by the folly of others.[ - ] _natural history. book xviii. sect. ._ always act in such a way as to secure the love of your neighbour.[ - ] _natural history. book xviii. sect. ._ it is a maxim universally agreed upon in agriculture, that nothing must be done too late; and again, that everything must be done at its proper season; while there is a third precept which reminds us that opportunities lost can never be regained. _natural history. book xviii. sect. ._ the bird of passage known to us as the cuckoo. _natural history. book xviii. sect. ._ let not things, because they are common, enjoy for that the less share of our consideration. _natural history. book xix. sect. ._ why is it that we entertain the belief that for every purpose odd numbers are the most effectual?[ - ] _natural history. book xxviii. sect. ._ it was a custom with apelles, to which he most tenaciously adhered, never to let any day pass, however busy he might be, without exercising himself by tracing some outline or other,--a practice which has now passed into a proverb.[ - ] it was also a practice with him, when he had completed a work, to exhibit it to the view of the passers-by in his studio, while he himself, concealed behind the picture, would listen to the criticisms. . . . under these circumstances, they say that he was censured by a shoemaker for having represented the shoes with one latchet too few. the next day, the shoemaker, quite proud at seeing the former error corrected, thanks to his advice, began to criticise the leg; upon which apelles, full of indignation, popped his head out and reminded him that a shoemaker should give no opinion beyond the shoes,[ - ]--a piece of advice which has equally passed into a proverbial saying. _natural history. book xxxv. sect. ._ footnotes: [ - ] bohn's classical library. [ - ] why does pouring oil on the sea make it clear and calm? is it for that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause any waves?--plutarch: _natural questions, ix._ the venerable bede relates that bishop adain (a. d. ) gave to a company about to take a journey by sea "some holy oil, saying, 'i know that when you go abroad you will meet with a storm and contrary wind; but do you remember to cast this oil i give you into the sea, and the wind shall cease immediately.'"--_ecclesiastical history, book iii. chap. xiv._ in sparks's edition of franklin's works, vol. vi. p. , there are letters between franklin, brownrigg, and parish on the stilling of waves by means of oil. [ - ] to man the earth seems altogether no more a mother, but a step-dame rather. du bartas: _divine weekes and workes, first week, third day._ [ - ] he is born naked, and falls a whining at the first.--burton: _anatomy of melancholy, part i. sect. , mem. , subsect. ._ and when i was born i drew in the common air, and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature; and the first voice which i uttered was crying, as all others do.--_the wisdom of solomon, vii. ._ it was the custom among the ancients to place the new-born child upon the ground immediately after its birth. [ - ] this term of forty days is mentioned by aristotle in his natural history, as also by some modern physiologists. [ - ] see tennyson, page . [ - ] see burns, page . [ - ] omne ignotum pro magnifico (everything that is unknown is taken to be grand).--tacitus: _agricola_, . [ - ] see sir thomas browne, page . [ - ] madame d'abrantes relates that when bonaparte was in cairo he sent for a serpent-detecter (psylli) to remove two serpents that had been seen in his house. he having enticed one of them from his hiding-place, caught it in one hand, just below the jaw-bone, in such a manner as to oblige the mouth to open, when spitting into it, the effect was like magic: the reptile appeared struck with instant death.--_memoirs, vol. i. chap. lix._ [ - ] this is alluded to by cicero in his letters to atticus, and is mentioned by Ælian (animated nature, book vi. chap. ). it is like our proverb, "rats leave a sinking ship." [ - ] see burton, page . not unlike the bear which bringeth forth in the end of thirty dayes a shapeless birth; but after licking, it in shape she drawes, and by degrees she fashions out the pawes, the head, and neck, and finally doth bring to a perfect beast that first deformed thing. du bartas: _divine weekes and workes, first week, first day._ [ - ] see phædrus, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see publius syrus, page . [ - ] a maxim of cato. [ - ] see shakespeare, page . also lover, page . numero deus impare gaudet (the god delights in odd numbers).--virgil: _eclogæ, , ._ [ - ] nulla dies abeat, quin linea ducta supersit.--erasmus. the form generally quoted, "nulla dies sine linea" (no day without a line), is not attested. [ - ] ne supra crepidam sutor judicaret (let not a shoemaker judge above his shoe). quintilian. - a. d. we give to necessity the praise of virtue.[ - ] _institutiones oratoriæ, i. , ._ a liar should have a good memory.[ - ] _institutiones oratoriæ, iv. , ._ vain hopes are often like the dreams of those who wake.[ - ] _institutiones oratoriæ, vi. , ._ those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.[ - ] _institutiones oratoriæ, x. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see sidney, page . [ - ] see prior, page . [ - ] see pope, page . juvenal. - a. d. no man ever became extremely wicked all at once.[ - ] _satire ii. ._ grammarian, orator, geometrician; painter, gymnastic teacher, physician; fortune-teller, rope-dancer, conjuror,--he knew everything.[ - ] _satire iii. ._ nobility is the one only virtue.[ - ] _satire viii. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see percy, page . martial. - a. d. i do not love thee, sabidius, nor can i say why; this only i can say, i do not love thee.[ - ] _epigram i. ._ the good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice.[ - ] _epigram x. , ._ the bee enclosed and through the amber shown seems buried in the juice which was his own.[ - ] _book iv. ._ neither fear, nor wish for, your last day.[ - ] _book x. , ._ footnotes: [ - ] see brown, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see milton, page . plutarch. (?)- (?) a. d. (_from dryden's translation of plutarch's lives, corrected and revised by a. h. clough._) as geographers, sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild beasts, and unapproachable bogs.[ - ] _life of theseus._ from themistocles began the saying, "he is a second hercules." _life of theseus._ the most perfect soul, says heraclitus, is a dry light, which flies out of the body as lightning breaks from a cloud. _life of romulus._ anacharsis coming to athens, knocked at solon's door, and told him that he, being a stranger, was come to be his guest, and contract a friendship with him; and solon replying, "it is better to make friends at home," anacharsis replied, "then you that are at home make friendship with me." _life of solon._ themistocles said that he certainly could not make use of any stringed instrument; could only, were a small and obscure city put into his hands, make it great and glorious. _life of themistocles._ eurybiades lifting up his staff as if he were going to strike, themistocles said, "strike, if you will; but hear."[ - ] _life of themistocles._ themistocles said to antiphales, "time, young man, has taught us both a lesson." _life of themistocles._ laughing at his own son, who got his mother, and by his mother's means his father also, to indulge him, he told him that he had the most power of any one in greece: "for the athenians command the rest of greece, i command the athenians, your mother commands me, and you command your mother."[ - ] _life of themistocles._ "you speak truth," said themistocles; "i should never have been famous if i had been of seriphus;[ - ] nor you, had you been of athens." _life of themistocles._ themistocles said that a man's discourse was like to a rich persian carpet, the beautiful figures and patterns of which can be shown only by spreading and extending it out; when it is contracted and folded up, they are obscured and lost.[ - ] _life of themistocles._ when he was in great prosperity, and courted by many, seeing himself splendidly served at his table, he turned to his children and said: "children, we had been undone, if we had not been undone." _life of themistocles._ moral good is a practical stimulus; it is no sooner seen than it inspires an impulse to practise. _life of pericles._ for ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or exactness of beauty.[ - ] _life of pericles._ so very difficult a matter is it to trace and find out the truth of anything by history. _life of pericles._ be ruled by time, the wisest counsellor of all. _life of pericles._ to conduct great matters and never commit a fault is above the force of human nature. _life of fabius._ menenius agrippa concluded at length with the celebrated fable: "it once happened that all the other members of a man mutinied against the stomach, which they accused as the only idle, uncontributing part in the whole body, while the rest were put to hardships and the expense of much labour to supply and minister to its appetites." _life of coriolanus._ knowledge of divine things for the most part, as heraclitus says, is lost to us by incredulity. _life of coriolanus._ a roman divorced from his wife, being highly blamed by his friends, who demanded, "was she not chaste? was she not fair? was she not fruitful?" holding out his shoe, asked them whether it was not new and well made. "yet," added he, "none of you can tell where it pinches me." _life of Æmilius paulus._ the saying of old antigonus, who when he was to fight at andros, and one told him, "the enemy's ships are more than ours," replied, "for how many then wilt thou reckon me?"[ - ] _life of pelopidas._ archimedes had stated, that given the force, any given weight might be moved; and even boasted that if there were another earth, by going into it he could remove this. _life of marcellus._ it is a difficult task, o citizens, to make speeches to the belly, which has no ears.[ - ] _life of marcus cato._ cato used to assert that wise men profited more by fools than fools by wise men; for that wise men avoided the faults of fools, but that fools would not imitate the good examples of wise men. _life of marcus cato._ he said that in his whole life he most repented of three things: one was that he had trusted a secret to a woman; another, that he went by water when he might have gone by land; the third, that he had remained one whole day without doing any business of moment. _life of marcus cato._ marius said, "i see the cure is not worth the pain."[ - ] _life of caius marius._ extraordinary rains pretty generally fall after great battles.[ - ] _life of caius marius._ lysander said that the law spoke too softly to be heard in such a noise of war. _life of caius marius._ as it is in the proverb, played cretan against cretan.[ - ] _life of lysander._ did you not know, then, that to-day lucullus sups with lucullus? _life of lucullus._ it is no great wonder if in long process of time, while fortune takes her course hither and thither, numerous coincidences should spontaneously occur. if the number and variety of subjects to be wrought upon be infinite, it is all the more easy for fortune, with such an abundance of material, to effect this similarity of results.[ - ] _life of sertorius._ perseverance is more prevailing than violence; and many things which cannot be overcome when they are together, yield themselves up when taken little by little. _life of sertorius._ agesilaus being invited once to hear a man who admirably imitated the nightingale, he declined, saying he had heard the nightingale itself.[ - ] _life of agesilaus ii._ it is circumstance and proper measure that give an action its character, and make it either good or bad. _life of agesilaus ii._ the old proverb was now made good, "the mountain had brought forth a mouse."[ - ] _life of agesilaus ii._ pompey bade sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.[ - ] _life of pompey._ when some were saying that if cæsar should march against the city they could not see what forces there were to resist him, pompey replied with a smile, bidding them be in no concern, "for whenever i stamp my foot in any part of italy there will rise up forces enough in an instant, both horse and foot." _life of pompey._ the most glorious exploits do not always furnish us with the clearest discoveries of virtue or vice in men. _life of alexander._ whenever alexander heard philip had taken any town of importance, or won any signal victory, instead of rejoicing at it altogether, he would tell his companions that his father would anticipate everything, and leave him and them no opportunities of performing great and illustrious actions.[ - ] _life of alexander._ alexander said, "i assure you i had rather excel others in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and dominion." _life of alexander._ when alexander asked diogenes whether he wanted anything, "yes," said he, "i would have you stand from between me and the sun." _life of alexander._ when asked why he parted with his wife, cæsar replied, "i wished my wife to be not so much as suspected."[ - ] _life of cæsar._ for my part, i had rather be the first man among these fellows than the second man in rome.[ - ] _life of cæsar._ using the proverb frequently in their mouths who enter upon dangerous and bold attempts, "the die is cast," he took the river.[ - ] _life of cæsar._ "and this," said cæsar, "you know, young man, is more disagreeable for me to say than to do."[ - ] _life of cæsar._ go on, my friend, and fear nothing; you carry cæsar and his fortunes in your boat.[ - ] _life of cæsar._ cæsar said to the soothsayer, "the ides of march are come;" who answered him calmly, "yes, they are come, but they are not past."[ - ] _life of cæsar._ even a nod from a person who is esteemed is of more force than a thousand arguments or studied sentences from others. _life of phocion._ demosthenes told phocion, "the athenians will kill you some day when they once are in a rage." "and you," said he, "if they are once in their senses."[ - ] _life of phocion._ pythias once, scoffing at demosthenes, said that his arguments smelt of the lamp. _life of demosthenes._ demosthenes overcame and rendered more distinct his inarticulate and stammering pronunciation by speaking with pebbles in his mouth. _life of demosthenes._ in his house he had a large looking-glass, before which he would stand and go through his exercises. _life of demosthenes._ cicero called aristotle a river of flowing gold, and said of plato's dialogues, that if jupiter were to speak, it would be in language like theirs. _life of cicero._ (_from plutarch's morals. translated by several hands; corrected and revised by w. w. goodwin, ph.d., harvard university._) for water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow.[ - ] _of the training of children._ it is a true proverb, that if you live with a lame man you will learn to halt. _of the training of children._ the very spring and root of honesty and virtue lie in the felicity of lighting on good education. _of the training of children._ it is indeed a desirable thing to be well descended, but the glory belongs to our ancestors. _of the training of children._ according to the proverb, the best things are the most difficult. _of the training of children._ to sing the same tune, as the saying is, is in everything cloying and offensive; but men are generally pleased with variety. _of the training of children._ children are to be won to follow liberal studies by exhortations and rational motives, and on no account to be forced thereto by whipping. _of the training of children._ nothing made the horse so fat as the king's eye. _of the training of children._ democritus said, words are but the shadows of actions. _of the training of children._ 't is a wise saying, drive on your own track. _of the training of children._ it is a point of wisdom to be silent when occasion requires, and better than to speak, though never so well. _of the training of children._ eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares.[ - ] _of the training of children._ abstain from beans; that is, keep out of public offices, for anciently the choice of the officers of state was made by beans. _of the training of children._ when men are arrived at the goal, they should not turn back.[ - ] _of the training of children._ the whole life of man is but a point of time; let us enjoy it, therefore, while it lasts, and not spend it to no purpose. _of the training of children._ an old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.[ - ] _of the training of children._ xenophanes said, "i confess myself the greatest coward in the world, for i dare not do an ill thing." _of bashfulness._ one made the observation of the people of asia that they were all slaves to one man, merely because they could not pronounce that syllable no. _of bashfulness._ euripides was wont to say, "silence is an answer to a wise man." _of bashfulness._ zeno first started that doctrine that knavery is the best defence against a knave.[ - ] _of bashfulness._ alexander wept when he heard from anaxarchus that there was an infinite number of worlds; and his friends asking him if any accident had befallen him, he returns this answer: "do you not think it a matter worthy of lamentation that when there is such a vast multitude of them, we have not yet conquered one?" _on the tranquillity of the mind._ like the man who threw a stone at a bitch, but hit his step-mother, on which he exclaimed, "not so bad!" _on the tranquillity of the mind._ pittacus said, "every one of you hath his particular plague, and my wife is mine; and he is very happy who hath this only." _on the tranquillity of the mind._ he was a man, which, as plato saith, is a very inconstant creature.[ - ] _on the tranquillity of the mind._ the pilot cannot mitigate the billows or calm the winds.[ - ] _on the tranquillity of the mind._ i, for my own part, had much rather people should say of me that there neither is nor ever was such a man as plutarch, than that they should say, "plutarch is an unsteady, fickle, froward, vindictive, and touchy fellow." _of superstition._ scilurus on his death-bed, being about to leave fourscore sons surviving, offered a bundle of darts to each of them, and bade them break them. when all refused, drawing out one by one, he easily broke them,--thus teaching them that if they held together, they would continue strong; but if they fell out and were divided, they would become weak. _apophthegms of kings and great commanders._[ - ] _scilurus._ dionysius the elder, being asked whether he was at leisure, he replied, "god forbid that it should ever befall me!" _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. dionysius._ a prating barber asked archelaus how he would be trimmed. he answered, "in silence." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. archelaus._ when philip had news brought him of divers and eminent successes in one day, "o fortune!" said he, "for all these so great kindnesses do me some small mischief." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. philip._ there were two brothers called both and either; perceiving either was a good, understanding, busy fellow, and both a silly fellow and good for little, philip said, "either is both, and both is neither." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. philip._ philip being arbitrator betwixt two wicked persons, he commanded one to fly out of macedonia and the other to pursue him. _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. philip._ being about to pitch his camp in a likely place, and hearing there was no hay to be had for the cattle, "what a life," said he, "is ours, since we must live according to the convenience of asses!" _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. philip._ "these macedonians," said he, "are a rude and clownish people, that call a spade a spade."[ - ] _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. philip._ he made one of antipater's recommendation a judge; and perceiving afterwards that his hair and beard were coloured, he removed him, saying, "i could not think one that was faithless in his hair could be trusty in his deeds." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. philip._ being nimble and light-footed, his father encouraged him to run in the olympic race. "yes," said he, "if there were any kings there to run with me." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. alexander._ when darius offered him ten thousand talents, and to divide asia equally with him, "i would accept it," said parmenio, "were i alexander." "and so truly would i," said alexander, "if i were parmenio." but he answered darius that the earth could not bear two suns, nor asia two kings. _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. alexander._ when he was wounded with an arrow in the ankle, and many ran to him that were wont to call him a god, he said smiling, "that is blood, as you see, and not, as homer saith, 'such humour as distils from blessed gods.'" _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. alexander._ aristodemus, a friend of antigonus, supposed to be a cook's son, advised him to moderate his gifts and expenses. "thy words," said he, "aristodemus, smell of the apron." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. antigonus i._ thrasyllus the cynic begged a drachm of antigonus. "that," said he, "is too little for a king to give." "why, then," said the other, "give me a talent." "and that," said he, "is too much for a cynic (or, for a dog) to receive." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. antigonus i._ antagoras the poet was boiling a conger, and antigonus, coming behind him as he was stirring his skillet, said, "do you think, antagoras, that homer boiled congers when he wrote the deeds of agamemnon?" antagoras replied, "do you think, o king, that agamemnon, when he did such exploits, was a peeping in his army to see who boiled congers?" _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. antigonus i._ pyrrhus said, "if i should overcome the romans in another fight, i were undone." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. pyrrhus._ themistocles being asked whether he would rather be achilles or homer, said, "which would you rather be,--a conqueror in the olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?" _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. themistocles._ he preferred an honest man that wooed his daughter, before a rich man. "i would rather," said themistocles, "have a man that wants money than money that wants a man." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. themistocles._ alcibiades had a very handsome dog, that cost him seven thousand drachmas; and he cut off his tail, "that," said he, "the athenians may have this story to tell of me, and may concern themselves no further with me." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. alcibiades._ being summoned by the athenians out of sicily to plead for his life, alcibiades absconded, saying that that criminal was a fool who studied a defence when he might fly for it. _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. alcibiades._ lamachus chid a captain for a fault; and when he had said he would do so no more, "sir," said he, "in war there is no room for a second miscarriage." said one to iphicrates, "what are ye afraid of?" "of all speeches," said he, "none is so dishonourable for a general as 'i should not have thought of it.'" _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. iphicrates._ to harmodius, descended from the ancient harmodius, when he reviled iphicrates [a shoemaker's son] for his mean birth, "my nobility," said he, "begins in me, but yours ends in you."[ - ] _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. iphicrates._ once when phocion had delivered an opinion which pleased the people, . . . he turned to his friend and said, "have i not unawares spoken some mischievous thing or other?" _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. phocion._ phocion compared the speeches of leosthenes to cypress-trees. "they are tall," said he, "and comely, but bear no fruit." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. phocion._ lycurgus the lacedæmonian brought long hair into fashion among his countrymen, saying that it rendered those that were handsome more beautiful, and those that were deformed more terrible. to one that advised him to set up a democracy in sparta, "pray," said lycurgus, "do you first set up a democracy in your own house." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. lycurgus._ king agis said, "the lacedæmonians are not wont to ask how many, but where the enemy are." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. agis._ lysander said, "where the lion's skin will not reach, it must be pieced with the fox's."[ - ] _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. lysander._ to one that promised to give him hardy cocks that would die fighting, "prithee," said cleomenes, "give me cocks that will kill fighting." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. cleomenes._ when eudæmonidas heard a philosopher arguing that only a wise man can be a good general, "this is a wonderful speech," said he; "but he that saith it never heard the sound of trumpets." _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. eudæmonidas._ a soldier told pelopidas, "we are fallen among the enemies." said he, "how are we fallen among them more than they among us?" _apophthegms of kings and great commanders. pelopidas._ cato the elder wondered how that city was preserved wherein a fish was sold for more than an ox. _roman apophthegms. cato the elder._ cato instigated the magistrates to punish all offenders, saying that they that did not prevent crimes when they might, encouraged them.[ - ] of young men, he liked them that blushed better than those who looked pale. _roman apophthegms. cato the elder._ cato requested old men not to add the disgrace of wickedness to old age, which was accompanied with many other evils. _roman apophthegms. cato the elder._ he said they that were serious in ridiculous matters would be ridiculous in serious affairs. _roman apophthegms. cato the elder._ cicero said loud-bawling orators were driven by their weakness to noise, as lame men to take horse. _roman apophthegms. cicero._ after the battle in pharsalia, when pompey was fled, one nonius said they had seven eagles left still, and advised to try what they would do. "your advice," said cicero, "were good if we were to fight jackdaws." _roman apophthegms. cicero._ after he routed pharnaces ponticus at the first assault, he wrote thus to his friends: "i came, i saw, i conquered."[ - ] _roman apophthegms. cæsar._ as cæsar was at supper the discourse was of death,--which sort was the best. "that," said he, "which is unexpected." _roman apophthegms. cæsar._ as athenodorus was taking his leave of cæsar, "remember," said he, "cæsar, whenever you are angry, to say or do nothing before you have repeated the four-and-twenty letters to yourself." _roman apophthegms. cæsar augustus._ "young men," said cæsar, "hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young." _roman apophthegms. cæsar augustus._ remember what simonides said,--that he never repented that he had held his tongue, but often that he had spoken.[ - ] _rules for the preservation of health. ._ custom is almost a second nature.[ - ] _rules for the preservation of health. ._ epaminondas is reported wittily to have said of a good man that died about the time of the battle of leuctra, "how came he to have so much leisure as to die, when there was so much stirring?" _rules for the preservation of health. ._ have in readiness this saying of solon, "but we will not give up our virtue in exchange for their wealth." _how to profit by our enemies._ socrates thought that if all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap, whence every one must take an equal portion, most persons would be contented to take their own and depart. _consolation to apollonius._ diogenes the cynic, when a little before his death he fell into a slumber, and his physician rousing him out of it asked him whether anything ailed him, wisely answered, "nothing, sir; only one brother anticipates another,--sleep before death." _consolation to apollonius._ about pontus there are some creatures of such an extempore being that the whole term of their life is confined within the space of a day; for they are brought forth in the morning, are in the prime of their existence at noon, grow old at night, and then die. _consolation to apollonius._ the measure of a man's life is the well spending of it, and not the length. _consolation to apollonius._ for many, as cranton tells us, and those very wise men, not now but long ago, have deplored the condition of human nature, esteeming life a punishment, and to be born a man the highest pitch of calamity; this, aristotle tells us, silenus declared when he was brought captive to midas. _consolation to apollonius._ there are two sentences inscribed upon the delphic oracle, hugely accommodated to the usages of man's life: "know thyself,"[ - ] and "nothing too much;" and upon these all other precepts depend. _consolation to apollonius._ to one commending an orator for his skill in amplifying petty matters, agesilaus said, "i do not think that shoemaker a good workman that makes a great shoe for a little foot." _laconic apophthegms. of agesilaus the great._ "i will show," said agesilaus, "that it is not the places that grace men, but men the places." _laconic apophthegms. of agesilaus the great._ when one asked him what boys should learn, "that," said he, "which they shall use when men." _laconic apophthegms. of agesilaus the great._ agesilaus was very fond of his children; and it is reported that once toying with them he got astride upon a reed as upon a horse, and rode about the room; and being seen by one of his friends, he desired him not to speak of it till he had children of his own. _laconic apophthegms. of agesilaus the great._ when demaratus was asked whether he held his tongue because he was a fool or for want of words, he replied, "a fool cannot hold his tongue." _laconic apophthegms. of demaratus._ lysander, when dionysius sent him two gowns, and bade him choose which he would carry to his daughter, said, "she can choose best," and so took both away with him. _laconic apophthegms. of lysander._ a physician, after he had felt the pulse of pausanias, and considered his constitution, saying, "he ails nothing," "it is because, sir," he replied, "i use none of your physic." _laconic apophthegms. of pausanias the son of phistoanax._ and when the physician said, "sir, you are an old man," "that happens," replied pausanias, "because you never were my doctor." _laconic apophthegms. of pausanias the son of phistoanax._ when one told plistarchus that a notorious railer spoke well of him, "i 'll lay my life," said he, "somebody hath told him i am dead, for he can speak well of no man living." _laconic apophthegms. of plistarchus._ anacharsis said a man's felicity consists not in the outward and visible favours and blessings of fortune, but in the inward and unseen perfections and riches of the mind. _the banquet of the seven wise men. ._ said periander, "hesiod might as well have kept his breath to cool his pottage."[ - ] _the banquet of the seven wise men. ._ socrates said, "bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat and drink that they may live."[ - ] _how a young man ought to hear poems. ._ and archimedes, as he was washing, thought of a manner of computing the proportion of gold in king hiero's crown by seeing the water flowing over the bathing-stool. he leaped up as one possessed or inspired, crying, "i have found it! eureka!" _pleasure not attainable according to epicurus. ._ said scopas of thessaly, "we rich men count our felicity and happiness to lie in these superfluities, and not in those necessary things."[ - ] _of the love of wealth._ that proverbial saying, "ill news goes quick and far." _of inquisitiveness._ a traveller at sparta, standing long upon one leg, said to a lacedæmonian, "i do not believe you can do as much." "true," said he, "but every goose can." _remarkable speeches._ spintharus, speaking in commendation of epaminondas, says he scarce ever met with any man who knew more and spoke less. _of hearing. ._ it is a thing of no great difficulty to raise objections against another man's oration,--nay, it is a very easy matter; but to produce a better in its place is a work extremely troublesome. _of hearing. ._ antiphanes said merrily, that in a certain city the cold was so intense that words were congealed as soon as spoken, but that after some time they thawed and became audible; so that the words spoken in winter were articulated next summer.[ - ] _of man's progress in virtue._ as those persons who despair of ever being rich make little account of small expenses, thinking that little added to a little will never make any great sum. _of man's progress in virtue._ what is bigger than an elephant? but this also is become man's plaything, and a spectacle at public solemnities; and it learns to skip, dance, and kneel. _of fortune._ no man ever wetted clay and then left it, as if there would be bricks by chance and fortune. _of fortune._ alexander was wont to say, "were i not alexander, i would be diogenes." _of the fortune or virtue of alexander the great._ when the candles are out all women are fair.[ - ] _conjugal precepts._ like watermen, who look astern while they row the boat ahead.[ - ] _whether 't was rightfully said, live concealed._ socrates said he was not an athenian or a greek, but a citizen of the world.[ - ] _of banishment._ anaximander says that men were first produced in fishes, and when they were grown up and able to help themselves were thrown up, and so lived upon the land. _symposiacs. book. viii. question viii._ athenodorus says hydrophobia, or water-dread, was first discovered in the time of asclepiades. _symposiacs. book. viii. question ix._ let us not wonder if something happens which never was before, or if something doth not appear among us with which the ancients were acquainted. _symposiacs. book viii. question ix._ why does pouring oil on the sea make it clear and calm? is it for that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause any waves?[ - ] the great god pan is dead.[ - ] _why the oracles cease to give answers._ i am whatever was, or is, or will be; and my veil no mortal ever took up.[ - ] _of isis and osiris._ when hermodotus in his poems described antigonus as the son of helios, "my valet-de-chambre," said he, "is not aware of this."[ - ] _of isis and osiris._ there is no debt with so much prejudice put off as that of justice. _of those whom god is slow to punish._ it is a difficult thing for a man to resist the natural necessity of mortal passions. _of those whom god is slow to punish._ he is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the bush.[ - ] _of garrulity._ we are more sensible of what is done against custom than against nature. _of eating of flesh. tract ._ when demosthenes was asked what was the first part of oratory, he answered, "action;" and which was the second, he replied, "action;" and which was the third, he still answered, "action." _lives of the ten orators._ xenophon says that there is no sound more pleasing than one's own praises. _whether an aged man ought to meddle in state affairs._ lampis, the sea commander, being asked how he got his wealth, answered, "my greatest estate i gained easily enough, but the smaller slowly and with much labour." _whether an aged man ought to meddle in state affairs._ the general himself ought to be such a one as can at the same time see both forward and backward. _whether an aged man ought to meddle in state affairs._ statesmen are not only liable to give an account of what they say or do in public, but there is a busy inquiry made into their very meals, beds, marriages, and every other sportive or serious action. _political precepts._ leo byzantius said, "what would you do, if you saw my wife, who scarce reaches up to my knees? . . . yet," went he on, "as little as we are, when we fall out with each other, the city of byzantium is not big enough to hold us." _political precepts._ cato said, "i had rather men should ask why my statue is not set up, than why it is." _political precepts._ it was the saying of bion, that though the boys throw stones at frogs in sport, yet the frogs do not die in sport but in earnest.[ - ] _which are the most crafty, water or land animals? ._ both empedocles and heraclitus held it for a truth that man could not be altogether cleared from injustice in dealing with beasts as he now does. _which are the most crafty, water or land animals? ._ for to err in opinion, though it be not the part of wise men, is at least human.[ - ] _against colotes._ simonides calls painting silent poetry, and poetry speaking painting. _whether the athenians were more warlike or learned. ._ as meander says, "for our mind is god;" and as heraclitus, "man's genius is a deity." _platonic questions. i._ pythagoras, when he was asked what time was, answered that it was the soul of this world. _platonic questions. viii. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see swift, page . [ - ] "strike," said he, "but hear me."--_apophthegms of kings and great commanders._ (_themistocles._) [ - ] diophantus, the young son of themistocles, made his boast often and in many companies, that whatsoever pleased him pleased also all athens; for whatever he liked, his mother liked; and whatever his mother liked, themistocles liked; and whatever themistocles liked, all the athenians liked.--_of the training of children._ when the son of themistocles was a little saucy toward his mother, he said that this boy had more power than all the grecians; for the athenians governed greece, he the athenians, his wife him, and his son his wife.--_apophthegms of kings and great commanders._ (_themistocles._) [ - ] an obscure island. [ - ] themistocles said speech was like to tapestry; and like it, when it was spread it showed its figures, but when it was folded up, hid and spoiled them.--_apophthegms of kings and great commanders._ (_themistocles._) [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] the pilot telling antigonus the enemy outnumbered him in ships, he said, "but how many ships do you reckon my presence to be worth?" _apophthegms of kings and great commanders._ (_antigonus ii._) [ - ] the belly has no ears, nor is it to be filled with fair words.--rabelais: _book iv. chap. lxvii._ [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] this has been observed in modern times, and attributed to the effect of gunpowder. [ - ] or cheat against cheat. the cretans were famous as liars. [ - ] 't is one and the same nature that rolls on her course, and whoever has sufficiently considered the present state of things might certainly conclude as to both the future and the past.--montaigne: _essays, book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ i shall be content if those shall pronounce my history useful who desire to give a view of events as they did really happen, and as they are very likely, in accordance with human nature, to repeat themselves at some future time,--if not exactly the same, yet very similar.--thucydides: _historia, i. , ._ what is this day supported by precedents will hereafter become a precedent.--_ibid., annals, xi. ._ [ - ] agesilaus being exhorted to hear one that imitated the voice of a nightingale, "i have often," said he, "heard nightingales themselves."--_apophthegms of kings and great commanders._ (_agesilaus._) [ - ] see horace, page . [ - ] see garrick, page . he [tiberius] upbraided macro in no obscure and indirect terms "with forsaking the setting sun and turning to the rising."--tacitus: _annals, book iv. c. , ._ [ - ] while alexander was a boy, philip had great success in his affairs, at which he did not rejoice, but told the children that were brought up with him, "my father will leave me nothing to do."--_apophthegms of kings and great commanders._ (_alexander._) [ - ] cæsar's wife ought to be free from suspicion.--_roman apophthegms._ (_cæsar._) [ - ] i had rather be the first in this town than second in rome.--_ibid._ [ - ] he passed the river rubicon, saying, "let every die be thrown."--_ibid._ [ - ] cæsar said to metellus, "this, young man, is harder for me to say than do."--_roman apophthegms._ (_cæsar._) [ - ] trust fortune, and know that you carry cæsar.--_ibid._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] demosthenes the orator told phocion, "if the athenians should be mad, they would kill you." "like enough," said he,--"me if they were mad, but you if they were wise."--_apophthegms of kings and great commanders._ (_phocion._) [ - ] see lyly, page . [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] see publius syrus, page . [ - ] see beaumont and fletcher, page . [ - ] set a thief to catch a thief.--bohn: _a hand-book of proverbs._ [ - ] man in sooth is a marvellous, vain, fickle, and unstable subject.--montaigne: _works, book i. chap. i. that men by various ways arrive at the same end._ [ - ] see publius syrus, page . [ - ] rejected by some critics as not a genuine work of plutarch.--emerson. [ - ] ta syka syka, tên skaphên de skaphên onomazôn.--aristophanes, as quoted in lucian, quom. hist. sit conscrib. . brought up like a rude macedon, and taught to call a spade a spade.--gosson: _ephemerides of phialo_ ( ). [ - ] i am my own ancestor.--junot, duc d'abrantes (when asked as to his ancestry). [ - ] lysander said, "when the lion's skin cannot prevail, a little of the fox's must be used."--_laconic apophthegms._ (_lysander._) [ - ] pardon one offence, and you encourage the commission of many.--publius syrus: _maxim ._ [ - ] veni, vidi, vici. [ - ] see publius syrus, page . [ - ] see "of unknown authorship," page . also publius syrus, page . [ - ] see pope, page . plutarch ascribes this saying to plato. it is also ascribed to pythagoras, chilo, thales, cleobulus, bias, and socrates; also to phemonë, a mythical greek poetess of the ante-homeric period. juvenal (satire xi. ) says that this precept descended from heaven. [ - ] spare your breath to cool your porridge.--rabelais: _works, book v. chap. xxviii._ [ - ] see fielding, page . he used to say that other men lived to eat, but that he ate to live.--diogenes laertius: _socrates, xiv._ [ - ] see holmes, page . [ - ] in the "adventures of baron munchausen" (rudolphe erich raspe), stories gathered from various sources, is found the story of sound being frozen for a time in a post-horn, which when thawed gave a variety of tunes. a somewhat similar account is found in rabelais, book iv. chaps. lv. lvi., referring to antiphanes. [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see garrison, page . [ - ] see pliny, page . [ - ] see mrs. browning, page . plutarch relates (isis and osiris) that a ship well laden with passengers drove with the tide near the isles of paxi, when a loud voice was heard by most of the passengers calling unto one thanus. the voice then said aloud to him, "when you are arrived at palodes, take care to make it known that the great god pan is dead." [ - ] i am the things that are, and those that are to be, and those that have been. no one ever lifted my skirts; the fruit which i bore was the sun.--proclus: _on plato's timæus, p. d._ (inscription in the temple of neith at sais, in egypt.) [ - ] no man is a hero to his valet-de-chambre.--marshal catinat ( - ). few men have been admired by their domestics.--montaigne: _essays, book iii. chap. ._ this phrase, "no man is a hero to his valet," is commonly attributed to madame de sévigné, but on the authority of madame aissé (letters, edited by jules ravenal, ) it really belongs to madame cornuel. [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] though this may be play to you, 't is death to us. roger l' estrange: _fables from several authors. fable ._ [ - ] see pope, page . epictetus. _circa_ a. d. (_the translation used here is that of thomas wentworth higginson, based on that of elizabeth carter_ ( ).) to a reasonable creature, that alone is insupportable which is unreasonable; but everything reasonable may be supported. _discourses. chap. ii._ yet god hath not only granted these faculties, by which we may bear every event without being depressed or broken by it, but like a good prince and a true father, hath placed their exercise above restraint, compulsion, or hindrance, and wholly without our own control. _discourses. chap. vi._ in a word, neither death, nor exile, nor pain, nor anything of this kind is the real cause of our doing or not doing any action, but our inward opinions and principles. _discourses. chap. xi._ reason is not measured by size or height, but by principle. _discourses. chap. xii._ o slavish man! will you not bear with your own brother, who has god for his father, as being a son from the same stock, and of the same high descent? but if you chance to be placed in some superior station, will you presently set yourself up for a tyrant? _discourses. chap. xiii._ when you have shut your doors, and darkened your room, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; but god is within, and your genius is within,--and what need have they of light to see what you are doing? _discourses. chap. xiv._ no great thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. if you tell me that you desire a fig, i answer you that there must be time. let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen. _discourses. chap. xv._ any one thing in the creation is sufficient to demonstrate a providence to an humble and grateful mind. _discourses. chap. xvi._ were i a nightingale, i would act the part of a nightingale; were i a swan, the part of a swan. _discourses. chap. xvi._ since it is reason which shapes and regulates all other things, it ought not itself to be left in disorder. _discourses. chap. xvii._ if what the philosophers say be true,--that all men's actions proceed from one source; that as they assent from a persuasion that a thing is so, and dissent from a persuasion that it is not, and suspend their judgment from a persuasion that it is uncertain,--so likewise they seek a thing from a persuasion that it is for their advantage. _discourses. chap. xviii._ practise yourself, for heaven's sake, in little things; and thence proceed to greater. _discourses. chap. xviii._ every art and every faculty contemplates certain things as its principal objects. _discourses. chap. xx._ why, then, do you walk as if you had swallowed a ramrod? _discourses. chap. xxi._ when one maintains his proper attitude in life, he does not long after externals. what would you have, o man? _discourses. chap. xxi._ difficulties are things that show what men are. _discourses. chap. xxiv._ if we are not stupid or insincere when we say that the good or ill of man lies within his own will, and that all beside is nothing to us, why are we still troubled? _discourses. chap. xxv._ in theory there is nothing to hinder our following what we are taught; but in life there are many things to draw us aside. _discourses. chap. xxvi._ appearances to the mind are of four kinds. things either are what they appear to be; or they neither are, nor appear to be; or they are, and do not appear to be; or they are not, and yet appear to be. rightly to aim in all these cases is the wise man's task. _discourses. chap. xxvii._ the appearance of things to the mind is the standard of every action to man. _that we ought not to be angry with mankind. chap. xxviii._ the essence of good and evil is a certain disposition of the will. _of courage. chap. xxix._ it is not reasonings that are wanted now; for there are books stuffed full of stoical reasonings. _of courage. chap. xxix._ for what constitutes a child?--ignorance. what constitutes a child?--want of instruction; for they are our equals so far as their degree of knowledge permits. _that courage is not inconsistent with caution. book ii. chap. i._ appear to know only this,--never to fail nor fall. _that courage is not inconsistent with caution. book ii. chap. i._ the materials of action are variable, but the use we make of them should be constant. _how nobleness of mind may be consistent with prudence. chap. v._ shall i show you the muscular training of a philosopher? "what muscles are those?"--a will undisappointed; evils avoided; powers daily exercised; careful resolutions; unerring decisions. _wherein consists the essence of good. chap. viii._ dare to look up to god and say, "make use of me for the future as thou wilt. i am of the same mind; i am one with thee. i refuse nothing which seems good to thee. lead me whither thou wilt. clothe me in whatever dress thou wilt." _that we do not study to make use of the established principles concerning good and evil. chap. xvi._ what is the first business of one who studies philosophy? to part with self-conceit. for it is impossible for any one to begin to learn what he thinks that he already knows. _how to apply general principles to particular cases. chap. xvii._ every habit and faculty is preserved and increased by correspondent actions,--as the habit of walking, by walking; of running, by running. _how the semblances of things are to be combated. chap. xviii._ whatever you would make habitual, practise it; and if you would not make a thing habitual, do not practise it, but habituate yourself to something else. _how the semblances of things are to be combated. chap. xviii._ reckon the days in which you have not been angry. i used to be angry every day; now every other day; then every third and fourth day; and if you miss it so long as thirty days, offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving to god. _how the semblances of things are to be combated. chap. xviii._ be not hurried away by excitement, but say, "semblance, wait for me a little. let me see what you are and what you represent. let me try you." _how the semblances of things are to be combated. chap. xviii._ things true and evident must of necessity be recognized by those who would contradict them. _concerning the epicureans. chap. xx._ there are some things which men confess with ease, and others with difficulty. _of inconsistency. chap. xxi._ who is there whom bright and agreeable children do not attract to play and creep and prattle with them? _concerning a person whom he treated with disregard. chap. xxiv._ two rules we should always have ready,--that there is nothing good or evil save in the will; and that we are not to lead events, but to follow them. _in what manner we ought to bear sickness. book iii. chap. x._ in every affair consider what precedes and what follows, and then undertake it.[ - ] _that everything is to be undertaken with circumspection. chap. xv._ there is a fine circumstance connected with the character of a cynic,--that he must be beaten like an ass, and yet when beaten must love those who beat him, as the father, as the brother of all. _of the cynic philosophy. chap. xxii._ first say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do. _concerning such as read and dispute ostentatiously. chap. xxiii._ let not another's disobedience to nature become an ill to you; for you were not born to be depressed and unhappy with others, but to be happy with them. and if any is unhappy, remember that he is so for himself; for god made all men to enjoy felicity and peace. _that we ought not to be affected by things not in our own power. chap. xxiv._ everything has two handles,--one by which it may be borne; another by which it cannot. _enchiridion. xliii._ footnotes: [ - ] see publius syrus, page . tacitus. - a. d. (_the oxford translation. bohn's classical library._) the images of twenty of the most illustrious families--the manlii, the quinctii, and other names of equal splendour--were carried before it [the bier of junia]. those of brutus and cassius were not displayed; but for that very reason they shone with pre-eminent lustre.[ - ] _annales. iii. . ._ he had talents equal to business, and aspired no higher.[ - ] _annales. vi. , ._ he [tiberius] upbraided macro, in no obscure and indirect terms, "with forsaking the setting sun and turning to the rising."[ - ] _annales. vi. _ ( ). he possessed a peculiar talent of producing effect in whatever he said or did.[ - ] _historiæ. ii. ._ some might consider him as too fond of fame; for the desire of glory clings even to the best men longer than any other passion.[ - ] _historiæ. iv. ._ the gods looked with favour on superior courage.[ - ] _historiæ. iv. ._ they make solitude, which they call peace.[ - ] _agricola. ._ think of your ancestors and your posterity.[ - ] _agricola. ._ it belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured.[ - ] _agricola. ._ footnotes: [ - ] lord john russell, alluding to an expression used by him ("conspicuous by his absence") in his address to the electors of the city of london, said, "it is not an original expression of mine, but is taken from one of the greatest historians of antiquity." [ - ] see mathew henry, page . [ - ] see plutarch, page . [ - ] see chesterfield, page . [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see gibbon, page . [ - ] see byron, page . [ - ] see john quincy adams, page . [ - ] see seneca, page . pliny the younger. - a. d. (_translation by william melmoth. bohn's classical library._) modestus said of regulus that he was "the biggest rascal that walks upon two legs." _letters._[ - ] _book i. letter v. ._ there is nothing to write about, you say. well, then, write and let me know just this,--that there _is_ nothing to write about; or tell me in the good old style if you are well. that 's right. i am quite well.[ - ] _letters. book i. letter xi. ._ never do a thing concerning the rectitude of which you are in doubt. _letters. book i. letter xviii. ._ the living voice is that which sways the soul. _letters. book ii. letter iii. ._ an object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.[ - ] _letters. book ii. letter xv. ._ he [pliny the elder] used to say that "no book was so bad but some good might be got out of it."[ - ] _letters. book iii. letter v. ._ this expression of ours, "father of a family." _letters. book v. letter xix. ._ that indolent but agreeable condition of doing nothing.[ - ] _letters. book viii. letter ix. ._ objects which are usually the motives of our travels by land and by sea are often overlooked and neglected if they lie under our eye. . . . we put off from time to time going and seeing what we know we have an opportunity of seeing when we please. _letters. book viii. letter xx. ._ his only fault is that he has no fault.[ - ] _letters. book ix. letter xxvi. ._ footnotes: [ - ] book vi. letter xvi. contains the description of the eruption of vesuvius, a. d. , as witnessed by pliny the elder. [ - ] this comes to inform you that i am in a perfect state of health, hoping you are in the same. ay, that 's the old beginning.--colman: _the heir at law, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] see goldsmith, page . [ - ] "there is no book so bad," said the bachelor, "but something good may be found in it."--cervantes: _don quixote, part ii. chap. iii._ [ - ] il dolce far niente (the sweet do nothing).--_a well known italian proverb._ [ - ] see carlyle, page . marcus aurelius antoninus. - a. d. (_translated by m. h. morgan, ph. d., of harvard university._) this being of mine, whatever it really is, consists of a little flesh, a little breath, and the part which governs. _meditations. ii. ._ the ways of the gods are full of providence. _meditations. ii. ._ thou wilt find rest from vain fancies if thou doest every act in life as though it were thy last.[ - ] _meditations. ii. ._ thou seest how few be the things, the which if a man has at his command his life flows gently on and is divine. _meditations. ii. ._ find time still to be learning somewhat good, and give up being desultory. _meditations. ii. ._ no state sorrier than that of the man who keeps up a continual round, and pries into "the secrets of the nether world," as saith the poet, and is curious in conjecture of what is in his neighbour's heart. _meditations. ii. ._ though thou be destined to live three thousand years and as many myriads besides, yet remember that no man loseth other life than that which he liveth, nor liveth other than that which he loseth. _meditations. ii. ._ for a man can lose neither the past nor the future; for how can one take from him that which is not his? so remember these two points: first, that each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle, and that it signifies not whether a man shall look upon the same things for a hundred years or two hundred, or for an infinity of time; second, that the longest lived and the shortest lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing. _meditations. ii. ._ as for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after is oblivion. _meditations. ii. ._ waste not the remnant of thy life in those imaginations touching other folk, whereby thou contributest not to the common weal. _meditations. iii. ._ the lot assigned to every man is suited to him, and suits him to itself.[ - ] _meditations. iii. ._ be not unwilling in what thou doest, neither selfish nor unadvised nor obstinate; let not over-refinement deck out thy thought; be not wordy nor a busybody. _meditations. iii. ._ a man should _be_ upright, not be _kept_ upright. _meditations. iii. ._ never esteem anything as of advantage to thee that shall make thee break thy word or lose thy self-respect. _meditations. iii. ._ respect the faculty that forms thy judgments. _meditations. iii. ._ remember that man's life lies all within this present, as 't were but a hair's-breadth of time; as for the rest, the past is gone, the future yet unseen. short, therefore, is man's life, and narrow is the corner of the earth wherein he dwells. _meditations. iii. ._ nothing has such power to broaden the mind as the ability to investigate systematically and truly all that comes under thy observation in life. _meditations. iii. ._ as surgeons keep their instruments and knives always at hand for cases requiring immediate treatment, so shouldst thou have thy thoughts ready to understand things divine and human, remembering in thy every act, even the smallest, how close is the bond that unites the two. _meditations. iii. ._ the ruling power within, when it is in its natural state, is so related to outer circumstances that it easily changes to accord with what can be done and what is given it to do. _meditations. iv. ._ let no act be done at haphazard, nor otherwise than according to the finished rules that govern its kind. _meditations. iv. ._ by a tranquil mind i mean nothing else than a mind well ordered. _meditations. iv. ._ think on this doctrine,--that reasoning beings were created for one another's sake; that to be patient is a branch of justice, and that men sin without intending it. _meditations. iv. ._ the universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it. _meditations. iv. ._ nothing can come out of nothing, any more than a thing can go back to nothing. _meditations. iv. ._ death, like generation, is a secret of nature. _meditations. iv. ._ that which makes the man no worse than he was makes his life no worse: it has no power to harm, without or within. _meditations. iv. ._ whatever happens at all happens as it should; thou wilt find this true, if thou shouldst watch narrowly. _meditations. iv. ._ many the lumps of frankincense on the same altar; one falls there early and another late, but it makes no difference. _meditations. iv. ._ be not as one that hath ten thousand years to live; death is nigh at hand: while thou livest, while thou hast time, be good. _meditations. iv. ._ how much time he gains who does not look to see what his neighbour says or does or thinks, but only at what he does himself, to make it just and holy. _meditations. iv. ._ whatever is in any way beautiful hath its source of beauty in itself, and is complete in itself; praise forms no part of it. so it is none the worse nor the better for being praised. _meditations. iv. ._ doth perfect beauty stand in need of praise at all? nay; no more than law, no more than truth, no more than loving kindness, nor than modesty. _meditations. iv. ._ all that is harmony for thee, o universe, is in harmony with me as well. nothing that comes at the right time for thee is too early or too late for me. everything is fruit to me that thy seasons bring, o nature. all things come of thee, have their being in thee, and return to thee. _meditations. iv. ._ "let thine occupations be few," saith the sage,[ - ] "if thou wouldst lead a tranquil life." _meditations. iv. ._ love the little trade which thou hast learned, and be content therewith. _meditations. iv. ._ remember this,--that there is a proper dignity and proportion to be observed in the performance of every act of life. _meditations. iv. ._ all is ephemeral,--fame and the famous as well. _meditations. iv. ._ observe always that everything is the result of a change, and get used to thinking that there is nothing nature loves so well as to change existing forms and to make new ones like them. _meditations. iv. ._ search men's governing principles, and consider the wise, what they shun and what they cleave to. _meditations. iv. ._ time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away. _meditations. iv. ._ all that happens is as usual and familiar as the rose in spring and the crop in summer. _meditations. iv. ._ that which comes after ever conforms to that which has gone before. _meditations. iv. ._ mark how fleeting and paltry is the estate of man,--yesterday in embryo, to-morrow a mummy or ashes. so for the hair's-breadth of time assigned to thee live rationally, and part with life cheerfully, as drops the ripe olive, extolling the season that bore it and the tree that matured it. _meditations. iv. ._ deem not life a thing of consequence. for look at the yawning void of the future, and at that other limitless space, the past. _meditations. iv. ._ always take the short cut; and that is the rational one. therefore say and do everything according to soundest reason. _meditations. iv. ._ in the morning, when thou art sluggish at rousing thee, let this thought be present; "i am rising to a man's work." _meditations. v. ._ a man makes no noise over a good deed, but passes on to another as a vine to bear grapes again in season. _meditations. v. ._ flinch not, neither give up nor despair, if the achieving of every act in accordance with right principle is not always continuous with thee. _meditations. v. ._ nothing happens to anybody which he is not fitted by nature to bear. _meditations. v. ._ prize that which is best in the universe; and this is that which useth everything and ordereth everything. _meditations. v. ._ live with the gods. _meditations. v. ._ look beneath the surface; let not the several quality of a thing nor its worth escape thee. _meditations. vi. ._ the controlling intelligence understands its own nature, and what it does, and whereon it works. _meditations. vi. ._ do not think that what is hard for thee to master is impossible for man; but if a thing is possible and proper to man, deem it attainable by thee. _meditations. vi. ._ if any man can convince me and bring home to me that i do not think or act aright, gladly will i change; for i search after truth, by which man never yet was harmed. but he is harmed who abideth on still in his deception and ignorance. _meditations. vi. ._ death,--a stopping of impressions through the senses, and of the pulling of the cords of motion, and of the ways of thought, and of service to the flesh. _meditations. vi. ._ suit thyself to the estate in which thy lot is cast. _meditations. vi. ._ what is not good for the swarm is not good for the bee. _meditations. vi. ._ how many, once lauded in song, are given over to the forgotten; and how many who sung their praises are clean gone long ago! _meditations. vii. ._ one universe made up of all that is; and one god in it all, and one principle of being, and one law, the reason, shared by all thinking creatures, and one truth. _meditations. vii. ._ to a rational being it is the same thing to act according to nature and according to reason. _meditations. vii. ._ let not thy mind run on what thou lackest as much as on what thou hast already. _meditations. vii. ._ just as the sand-dunes, heaped one upon another, hide each the first, so in life the former deeds are quickly hidden by those that follow after. _meditations. vii. ._ the art of living is more like wrestling than dancing, in so far as it stands ready against the accidental and the unforeseen, and is not apt to fall. _meditations. vii. ._ remember this,--that very little is needed to make a happy life. _meditations. vii. ._ remember that to change thy mind and to follow him that sets thee right, is to be none the less the free agent that thou wast before. _meditations. viii. ._ look to the essence of a thing, whether it be a point of doctrine, of practice, or of interpretation. _meditations. viii. ._ a man's happiness,--to do the things proper to man. _meditations. viii. ._ be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thought. _meditations. viii. ._ he that knows not what the world is, knows not where he is himself. he that knows not for what he was made, knows not what he is nor what the world is. _meditations. viii. ._ the nature of the universe is the nature of things that are. now, things that are have kinship with things that are from the beginning. further, this nature is styled truth; and it is the first cause of all that is true. _meditations. ix. ._ he would be the finer gentleman that should leave the world without having tasted of lying or pretence of any sort, or of wantonness or conceit. _meditations. ix. ._ think not disdainfully of death, but look on it with favour; for even death is one of the things that nature wills. _meditations. ix. ._ a wrong-doer is often a man that has left something undone, not always he that has done something. _meditations. ix. ._ blot out vain pomp; check impulse; quench appetite; keep reason under its own control. _meditations. ix. ._ things that have a common quality ever quickly seek their kind. _meditations. ix. ._ all things are the same,--familiar in enterprise, momentary in endurance, coarse in substance. all things now are as they were in the day of those whom we have buried. _meditations. ix. ._ the happiness and unhappiness of the rational, social animal depends not on what he feels but on what he does; just as his virtue and vice consist not in feeling but in doing. _meditations. ix. ._ everything is in a state of metamorphosis. thou thyself art in everlasting change and in corruption to correspond; so is the whole universe. _meditations. ix. ._ forward, as occasion offers. never look round to see whether any shall note it. . . . be satisfied with success in even the smallest matter, and think that even such a result is no trifle. _meditations. ix. ._ he that dies in extreme old age will be reduced to the same state with him that is cut down untimely. _meditations. ix. ._ whatever may befall thee, it was preordained for thee from everlasting. _meditations. x. ._ "the earth loveth the shower," and "the holy ether knoweth what love is."[ - ] the universe, too, loves to create whatsoever is destined to be made. _meditations. x. ._ remember that what pulls the strings is the force hidden within; there lies the power to persuade, there the life,--there, if one must speak out, the real man. _meditations. x. ._ no form of nature is inferior to art; for the arts merely imitate natural forms. _meditations. xi. ._ if it is not seemly, do it not; if it is not true, speak it not. _meditations. xii. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see publius syrus, page . a similar saying falls from his lips at another time: "let every act and speech and purpose be framed as though this moment thou mightest take thy leave of life." [ - ] the translator is in doubt about this passage. commentators differ in regard to it, and the text may be corrupt. [ - ] democritus _apud_ senecam: _de ira, iii. ; de animi tranquillitate, ._ [ - ] fragmenta euripidis, apud aristotelem, n. a. viii. , . tertullian. - a. d. see how these christians love one another. _apologeticus. c. ._ blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church. _apologeticus. c. ._ it is certain because it is impossible.[ - ] _de carne christi. c. ._ he who flees will fight again.[ - ] _de fuga in persecutione. c. ._ footnotes: [ - ] certum est, quia impossibile est. this is usually misquoted, "credo quia impossibile" (i believe it because it is impossible). [ - ] see butler, pages , . diogenes laertius. _circa_ a. d. (_from "the lives and opinions of eminent philosophers." translated by c. d. yonge, b. a., with occasional corrections. bohn's classical library._) alcæus mentions aristodemus in these lines:-- 't is money makes the man; and he who 's none is counted neither good nor honourable. _thales. vii._ thales said there was no difference between life and death. "why, then," said some one to him, "do not you die?" "because," said he, "it _does_ make no difference." _thales. ix._ when thales was asked what was difficult, he said, "to know one's self." and what was easy, "to advise another." _thales. ix._ he said that men ought to remember those friends who were absent as well as those who were present. _thales. ix._ the apophthegm "know thyself" is his.[ - ] _thales. xiii._ writers differ with respect to the apophthegms of the seven sages, attributing the same one to various authors. _thales. xiv._ solon used to say that speech was the image of actions; . . . that laws were like cobwebs,--for that if any trifling or powerless thing fell into them, they held it fast; while if it were something weightier, it broke through them and was off. _solon. x._ solon gave the following advice: "consider your honour, as a gentleman, of more weight than an oath. never tell a lie. pay attention to matters of importance." _solon. xii._ as some say, solon was the author of the apophthegm, "nothing in excess."[ - ] _solon. xvi._ chilo advised, "not to speak evil of the dead."[ - ] _chilo. ii._ pittacus said that half was more than the whole.[ - ] _pittacus. ii._ heraclitus says that pittacus, when he had got alcæus into his power, released him, saying, "forgiveness is better than revenge."[ - ] _pittacus. iii._ one of his sayings was, "even the gods cannot strive against necessity."[ - ] _pittacus. iv._ another was, "watch your opportunity." _pittacus. vii._ bias used to say that men ought to calculate life both as if they were fated to live a long and a short time, and that they ought to love one another as if at a future time they would come to hate one another; for that most men were bad. _bias. v._ ignorance plays the chief part among men, and the multitude of words;[ - ] but opportunity will prevail. _cleobulus. iv._ the saying, "practice is everything," is periander's.[ - ] _periander. vi._ anarcharsis, on learning that the sides of a ship were four fingers thick, said that "the passengers were just that distance from death."[ - ] _anarcharsis. v._ he used to say that it was better to have one friend of great value than many friends who were good for nothing. _anarcharsis. v._ it was a common saying of myson that men ought not to investigate things from words, but words from things; for that things are not made for the sake of words, but words for things. _myson. iii._ epimenides was sent by his father into the field to look for a sheep, turned out of the road at mid-day and lay down in a certain cave and fell asleep, and slept there fifty-seven years; and after that, when awake, he went on looking for the sheep, thinking that he had been taking a short nap.[ - ] _epimenides. ii._ there are many marvellous stories told of pherecydes. for it is said that he was walking along the seashore at samos, and that seeing a ship sailing by with a fair wind, he said that it would soon sink; and presently it sank before his eyes. at another time he was drinking some water which had been drawn up out of a well, and he foretold that within three days there would be an earthquake; and there was one. _pherecydes. ii._ anaximander used to assert that the primary cause of all things was the infinite,--not defining exactly whether he meant air or water or anything else. _anaximander. ii._ anaxagoras said to a man who was grieving because he was dying in a foreign land, "the descent to hades is the same from every place." _anaxagoras. vi._ aristophanes turns socrates into ridicule in his comedies, as making the worse appear the better reason.[ - ] _socrates. v._ often when he was looking on at auctions he would say, "how many things there are which i do not need!" _socrates. x._ socrates said, "those who want fewest things are nearest to the gods." _socrates. xi._ he said that there was one only good, namely, knowledge; and one only evil, namely, ignorance. _socrates. xiv._ he declared that he knew nothing, except the fact of his ignorance. _socrates. xvi._ being asked whether it was better to marry or not, he replied, "whichever you do, you will repent it." _socrates. xvi._ he used to say that other men lived to eat, but that he ate to live.[ - ] _socrates. xvi._ aristippus being asked what were the most necessary things for well-born boys to learn, said, "those things which they will put in practice when they become men." _aristippus. iv._ aristippus said that a wise man's country was the world.[ - ] _aristippus. xiii._ like sending owls to athens, as the proverb goes. _plato. xxxii._ plato affirmed that the soul was immortal and clothed in many bodies successively. _plato. xl._ time is the image of eternity. _plato. xli._ that virtue was sufficient of herself for happiness.[ - ] _plato. xlii._ that the gods superintend all the affairs of men, and that there are such beings as dæmons. _plato. xlii._ there is a written and an unwritten law. the one by which we regulate our constitutions in our cities is the written law; that which arises from custom is the unwritten law. _plato. li._ plato was continually saying to xenocrates, "sacrifice to the graces."[ - ] _xenocrates. iii._ arcesilaus had a peculiar habit while conversing of using the expression, "my opinion is," and "so and so will not agree to this." _arcesilaus. xii._ bion used to say that the way to the shades below was easy; he could go there with his eyes shut. _bion. iii._ once when bion was at sea in the company of some wicked men, he fell into the hands of pirates; and when the rest said, "we are undone if we are known,"--"but i," said he, "am undone if we are not known." _bion. iii._ of a rich man who was niggardly he said, "that man does not own his estate, but his estate owns him." _bion. iii._ bion insisted on the principle that "the property of friends is common."[ - ] _bion. ix._ very late in life, when he was studying geometry, some one said to lacydes, "is it then a time for you to be learning now?" "if it is not," he replied, "when will it be?" _lacydes. v._ aristotle was once asked what those who tell lies gain by it. said he, "that when they speak truth they are not believed." _aristotle. xi._ the question was put to him, what hope is; and his answer was, "the dream of a waking man."[ - ] _aristotle. xi._ he used to say that personal beauty was a better introduction than any letter;[ - ] but others say that it was diogenes who gave this description of it, while aristotle called beauty "the gift of god;" that socrates called it "a short-lived tyranny;" theophrastus, "a silent deceit;" theocritus, "an ivory mischief;" carneades, "a sovereignty which stood in need of no guards." _aristotle. xi._ on one occasion aristotle was asked how much educated men were superior to those uneducated: "as much," said he, "as the living are to the dead."[ - ] _aristotle. xi._ it was a saying of his that education was an ornament in prosperity and a refuge in adversity. _aristotle. xi._ he was once asked what a friend is, and his answer was, "one soul abiding in two bodies."[ - ] _aristotle. xi._ asked what he gained from philosophy, he answered, "to do without being commanded what others do from fear of the laws." _aristotle. xi._ the question was once put to him, how we ought to behave to our friends; and the answer he gave was, "as we should wish our friends to behave to us." _aristotle. xi._ he used to define justice as "a virtue of the soul distributing that which each person deserved." _aristotle. xi._ another of his sayings was, that education was the best viaticum of old age. _aristotle. xi._ the chief good he has defined to be the exercise of virtue in a perfect life. _aristotle. xiii._ he used to teach that god is incorporeal, as plato also asserted, and that his providence extends over all the heavenly bodies. _aristotle. xiii._ it was a favourite expression of theophrastus that time was the most valuable thing that a man could spend.[ - ] _theophrastus. x._ antisthenes used to say that envious people were devoured by their own disposition, just as iron is by rust. _antisthenes. iv._ when he was praised by some wicked men, he said, "i am sadly afraid that i must have done some wicked thing."[ - ] _antisthenes. iv._ when asked what learning was the most necessary, he said, "not to unlearn what you have learned." _antisthenes. iv._ diogenes would frequently praise those who were about to marry, and yet did not marry. _diogenes. iv._ "bury me on my face," said diogenes; and when he was asked why, he replied, "because in a little while everything will be turned upside down." _diogenes. vi._ one of the sayings of diogenes was that most men were within a finger's breadth of being mad; for if a man walked with his middle finger pointing out, folks would think him mad, but not so if it were his forefinger. _diogenes. vi._ all things are in common among friends.[ - ] _diogenes. vi._ "be of good cheer," said diogenes; "i see land." _diogenes. vi._ plato having defined man to be a two-legged animal without feathers, diogenes plucked a cock and brought it into the academy, and said, "this is plato's man." on which account this addition was made to the definition,--"with broad flat nails." _diogenes. vi._ a man once asked diogenes what was the proper time for supper, and he made answer, "if you are a rich man, whenever you please; and if you are a poor man, whenever you can."[ - ] _diogenes. vi._ diogenes lighted a candle in the daytime, and went round saying, "i am looking for a man."[ - ] _diogenes. vi._ when asked what he would take to let a man give him a blow on the head, he said, "a helmet." _diogenes. vi._ once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "courage, my boy! that is the complexion of virtue."[ - ] _diogenes. vi._ when asked what wine he liked to drink, he replied, "that which belongs to another." _diogenes. vi._ asked from what country he came, he replied, "i am a citizen of the world."[ - ] _diogenes. vi._ when a man reproached him for going into unclean places, he said, "the sun too penetrates into privies, but is not polluted by them."[ - ] _diogenes. vi._ diogenes said once to a person who was showing him a dial, "it is a very useful thing to save a man from being too late for supper." _menedemus. iii._ when zeno was asked what a friend was, he replied, "another i."[ - ] _zeno. xix._ they say that the first inclination which an animal has is to protect itself. _zeno. lii._ one ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any external influence. moreover, that in _that_ does happiness consist.[ - ] _zeno. liii._ the stoics also teach that god is unity, and that he is called mind and fate and jupiter, and by many other names besides. _zeno. lxviii._ they also say that god is an animal immortal, rational, perfect, and intellectual in his happiness, unsusceptible of any kind of evil, having a foreknowledge of the universe and of all that is in the universe; however, that he has not the figure of a man; and that he is the creator of the universe, and as it were the father of all things in common, and that a portion of him pervades everything. _zeno. lxxii._ but chrysippus, posidonius, zeno, and boëthus say, that all things are produced by fate. and fate is a connected cause of existing things, or the reason according to which the world is regulated. _zeno. lxxiv._ apollodorus says, "if any one were to take away from the books of chrysippus all the passages which he quotes from other authors, his paper would be left empty." _chrysippus. iii._ one of the sophisms of chrysippus was, "if you have not lost a thing, you have it." _chrysippus. xi._ pythagoras used to say that he had received as a gift from mercury the perpetual transmigration of his soul, so that it was constantly transmigrating and passing into all sorts of plants or animals. _pythagoras. iv._ he calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin.[ - ] _pythagoras. vi._ among what he called his precepts were such as these: do not stir the fire with a sword. do not sit down on a bushel. do not devour thy heart.[ - ] _pythagoras. xvii._ in the time of pythagoras that proverbial phrase "ipse dixit"[ - ] was introduced into ordinary life. _pythagoras. xxv._ xenophanes was the first person who asserted . . . that the soul is a spirit. _xenophanes. iii._ it takes a wise man to discover a wise man. _xenophanes. iii._ protagoras asserted that there were two sides to every question, exactly opposite to each other. _protagoras. iii._ nothing can be produced out of nothing.[ - ] _diogenes of apollonia. ii._ xenophanes speaks thus:-- and no man knows distinctly anything, and no man ever will. _pyrrho. viii._ democritus says, "but we know nothing really; for truth lies deep down." _pyrrho. viii._ euripides says,-- who knows but that this life is really death, and whether death is not what men call life? _pyrrho. viii._ the mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and smooth, but seen near at hand, they are rough.[ - ] _pyrrho. ix._ if appearances are deceitful, then they do not deserve any confidence when they assert what appears to them to be true. _pyrrho. xi._ the chief good is the suspension of the judgment, which tranquillity of mind follows like its shadow. _pyrrho. xi._ epicurus laid down the doctrine that pleasure was the chief good. _epicurus. vi._ he alludes to the appearance of a face in the orb of the moon. _epicurus. xxv._ fortune is unstable, while our will is free. _epicurus. xxvii._ footnotes: [ - ] see pope, page . also plutarch, page . [ - ] mêden agan, _nequid nimis_. [ - ] de mortuis nil nisi bonum (of the dead be nothing said but what is good.)--_of unknown authorship._ [ - ] see hesiod, page . [ - ] quoted by epictetus (fragment lxii.), "forgiveness is better than punishment; for the one is the proof of a gentle, the other of a savage nature." [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] in the multitude of words there wanteth not sin.--_proverbs x. ._ [ - ] see publius syrus, page . [ - ] "how thick do you judge the planks of our ship to be?" "some two good inches and upward," returned the pilot. "it seems, then, we are within two fingers' breadth of damnation."--rabelais: _book iv. chap. xxiii._ [ - ] the story of rip van winkle. [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see plutarch, page . [ - ] see garrison, page . [ - ] see walton, page . in that [virtue] does happiness consist.--zeno (page ). [ - ] see chesterfield, page . [ - ] all things are in common among friends.--diogenes (page ). [ - ] see prior, page . [ - ] see publius syrus, page . [ - ] quoted with great warmth by dr. johnson (boswell).--langton: _collectanea._ [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see franklin, page . [ - ] see plutarch, page . [ - ] see terence, page . also, page . [ - ] the rich when he is hungry, the poor when he has anything to eat.--rabelais: _book iv. chap. lxiv._ [ - ] the same is told of Æsop. [ - ] see mathew henry, page . [ - ] see garrison, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see page . [ - ] see page . [ - ] see hall, page . [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] autos epha (the master said so). [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see campbell, page . athenÆus. _circa_ a. d. (_translation by c. d. yonge, b. a._) it was a saying of demetrius phalereus, that "men having often abandoned what was visible for the sake of what was uncertain, have not got what they expected, and have lost what they had,--being unfortunate by an enigmatical sort of calamity."[ - ] _the deipnosophists. vi. ._ every investigation which is guided by principles of nature fixes its ultimate aim entirely on gratifying the stomach.[ - ] _the deipnosophists. vii. ._ dorion, ridiculing the description of a tempest in the "nautilus" of timotheus, said that he had seen a more formidable storm in a boiling saucepan.[ - ] _the deipnosophists. viii. ._ on one occasion some one put a very little wine into a wine-cooler, and said that it was sixteen years old. "it is very small for its age," said gnathæna. _the deipnosophists. xiii. ._ goodness does not consist in greatness, but greatness in goodness.[ - ] _the deipnosophists. xiv. ._ footnotes: [ - ] said with reference to mining operations. [ - ] see johnson, page . [ - ] tempest in a teapot.--_proverb._ [ - ] see chapman, page . saint augustine. - . when i am here, i do not fast on saturday; when at rome, i do fast on saturday.[ - ] _epistle . to casulanus._ the spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light,--although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted.[ - ] _works. vol. iii. in johannis evangelum, c. tr. , sect. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . ali ben abi taleb.[ - ] ---- - . believe me, a thousand friends suffice thee not; in a single enemy thou hast more than enough.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] ali ben abi taleb, son-in-law of mahomet, and fourth caliph, who was for his courage called "the lion of god," was murdered a. d. . he was the author of a "hundred sayings." [ - ] translated by ralph waldo emerson, and wrongly called by him a translation from omar khayyám. found in dr. hermann tolowiez's "polyglotte der orientalischen poesie." translated by james russell lowell thus:-- he who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, and he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere. omar khayyÁm. ---- - . (_translated by edward fitzgerald._) i sometimes think that never blows so red the rose as where some buried cæsar bled; that every hyacinth the garden wears dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. _rubáiyát. stanza xix._ a moment's halt--a momentary taste of being from the well amid the waste-- and, lo! the phantom caravan has reach'd the nothing it set out from. oh, make haste! _rubáiyát. stanza xlviii._ heav'n but the vision of fulfill'd desire, and hell the shadow of a soul on fire. _rubáiyát. stanza lxvii._ the moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on; nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it. _rubáiyát. stanza lxxi._ and this i know: whether the one true light kindle to love, or wrath-consume me quite, one flash of it within the tavern caught better than in the temple lost outright. _rubáiyát. stanza lxxvii._ and when like her, o sáki, you shall pass among the guests star-scatter'd on the grass, and in your blissful errand reach the spot where i made one--turn down an empty glass. _rubáiyát. stanza ci._ alphonso the wise. - . had i been present at the creation, i would have given some useful hints for the better ordering of the universe.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] carlyle says, in his "history of frederick the great," book ii. chap. vii. that this saying of alphonso about ptolemy's astronomy, "that it seemed a crank machine; that it was pity the creator had not taken advice," is still remembered by mankind,--this and no other of his many sayings. dante. - . (_cary's translation._) all hope abandon, ye who enter here. _hell. canto iii. line ._ the wretched souls of those who lived without or praise or blame. _hell. canto iii. line ._ no greater grief than to remember days of joy when misery is at hand.[ - ] _hell. canto v. line ._ footnotes: [ - ] see longfellow, page . franÇois villon. _circa_ - . where are the snows of last year?[ - ] _des dames du temps jadis. i._ i know everything except myself. _autre ballade. i._ good talkers are only found in paris. _des femmes de paris. ii._ footnotes: [ - ] but where is last year's snow? this was the greatest care that villon, the parisian poet, took.--rabelais: _book ii. chap. xiv._ michelangelo. - . (_translation by mrs. henry roscoe._) as when, o lady mine! with chiselled touch the stone unhewn and cold becomes a living mould. the more the marble wastes, the more the statue grows. _sonnet._ martin luther. - . a mighty fortress is our god, a bulwark never failing; our helper he amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing. _psalm. ein feste burg ist unser gott_ (trans. by frederic h. hedge). tell your master that if there were as many devils at worms as tiles on its roofs, i would enter.[ - ] here i stand; i can do no otherwise. god help me. amen! _speech at the diet of worms._ for where god built a church, there the devil would also build a chapel.[ - ] _table-talk. lxvii._ a faithful and good servant is a real godsend; but truly 't is a rare bird in the land. _table-talk. clvi._ footnotes: [ - ] on the th of april, , luther entered the imperial city [of worms]. . . . on his approach . . . the elector's chancellor entreated him, in the name of his master, not to enter a town where his death was decided. the answer which luther returned was simply this.--bunsen: _life of luther._ i will go, though as many devils aim at me as there are tiles on the roofs of the houses.--ranke: _history of the reformation, vol. i. p. _ (mrs. austin's translation). [ - ] see burton, page . francis rabelais. - . i am just going to leap into the dark.[ - ] _motteux's life._ let down the curtain: the farce is done. _motteux's life._ he left a paper sealed up, wherein were found three articles as his last will: "i owe much; i have nothing; i give the rest to the poor." _motteux's life._ one inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, because to laugh is proper to the man. _to the reader._ to return to our wethers.[ - ] _works. book i. chap. i. n. ._ i drink no more than a sponge. _works. book i. chap. v._ appetite comes with eating, says angeston.[ - ] _works. book i. chap. v._ thought the moon was made of green cheese. _works. book i. chap. xi._ he always looked a given horse in the mouth.[ - ] _works. book i. chap. xi._ by robbing peter he paid paul,[ - ] . . . and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.[ - ] _works. book i. chap. xi._ he laid him squat as a flounder. _works. book i. chap. xxvii._ send them home as merry as crickets. _works. book i. chap. xxix._ corn is the sinews of war.[ - ] _works. book i. chap. xlvi._ how shall i be able to rule over others, that have not full power and command of myself? _works. book i. chap. lii._ subject to a kind of disease, which at that time they called lack of money. _works. book ii. chap. xvi._ he did not care a button for it. _works. book ii. chap. xvi._ how well i feathered my nest. _works. book ii. chap. xvii._ so much is a man worth as he esteems himself. _works. book ii. chap. xxix._ a good crier of green sauce. _works. book ii. chap. xxxi._ then i began to think that it is very true which is commonly said, that the one half of the world knoweth not how the other half liveth. _works. book ii. chap. xxxii._ this flea which i have in mine ear. _works. book iii. chap. xxxi._ you have there hit the nail on the head.[ - ] _works. book iii. chap. xxxiv._ above the pitch, out of tune, and off the hinges. _works. book iv. chap. xix._ i 'll go his halves. _works. book iv. chap. xxiii._ the devil was sick,--the devil a monk would be; the devil was well,--the devil a monk was he. _works. book iv. chap. xxiv._ do not believe what i tell you here any more than if it were some tale of a tub. _works. book iv. chap. xxxviii._ i would have you call to mind the strength of the ancient giants, that undertook to lay the high mountain pelion on the top of ossa, and set among those the shady olympus.[ - ] _works. book iv. chap. xxxviii._ which was performed to a t.[ - ] _works. book iv. chap. xli._ he that has patience may compass anything. _works. book iv. chap. xlviii._ we will take the good will for the deed.[ - ] _works. book iv. chap. xlix._ you are christians of the best edition, all picked and culled. _works. book iv. chap. l._ would you damn your precious soul? _works. book iv. chap. liv._ let us fly and save our bacon. _works. book iv. chap. lv._ needs must when the devil drives.[ - ] _works. book iv. chap. lvii._ scampering as if the devil drove them. _works. book iv. chap. lxii._ he freshly and cheerfully asked him how a man should kill time. _works. book iv. chap. lxii._ the belly has no ears, nor is it to be filled with fair words.[ - ] _works. book iv. chap. lxii._ whose cockloft is unfurnished.[ - ] _works. the author's prologue to the fifth book._ speak the truth and shame the devil.[ - ] _works. the author's prologue to the fifth book._ plain as a nose in a man's face.[ - ] _works. the author's prologue to the fifth book._ like hearts of oak.[ - ] _works. prologue to the fifth book._ you shall never want rope enough. _works. prologue to the fifth book._ looking as like . . . as one pea does like another.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter ii._ nothing is so dear and precious as time.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter v._ and thereby hangs a tale.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter iv._ it is meat, drink,[ - ] and cloth to us. _works. book v. chapter vii._ and so on to the end of the chapter. _works. book v. chapter x._ what is got over the devil's back is spent under the belly.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter xi._ we have here other fish to fry.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter xii._ what cannot be cured must be endured.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter xv._ thought i to myself, we shall never come off scot-free. _works. book v. chapter xv._ it is enough to fright you out of your seven senses.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter xv._ necessity has no law.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter xv._ panurge had no sooner heard this, but he was upon the high-rope. _works. book v. chapter xviii._ we saw a knot of others, about a baker's dozen. _works. book v. chapter xxii._ others made a virtue of necessity.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter xxii._ spare your breath to cool your porridge.[ - ] _works. book v. chapter xxviii._ i believe he would make three bites of a cherry. _works. book v. chapter xxviii._ footnotes: [ - ] je m'en vay chercher un grand peut-estre. [ - ] "revenons à nos moutons,"--a proverb taken from the french farce of "pierre patelin," edition of , p. . [ - ] my appetite comes to me while eating.--montaigne: _book iii. chap. ix. of vanity._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see ovid, page . [ - ] see johnson, page . [ - ] see swift, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see plutarch, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see garrick, page . [ - ] see lyly, page . [ - ] see franklin, page . also diogenes laertius, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] isocrates was in the right to insinuate that what is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.--le sage: _gil blas, book viii. chap. ix._ [ - ] i have other fish to fry.--cervantes: _don quixote, part ii. chap. xxxv._ [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see scott, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see plutarch, page . michael de montaigne. - . (_works._[ - ] _cotton's translation, revised by hazlitt and wight._) man in sooth is a marvellous, vain, fickle, and unstable subject.[ - ] _book i. chap. i. that men by various ways arrive at the same end._ all passions that suffer themselves to be relished and digested are but moderate.[ - ] _book i. chap. ii. of sorrow._ it is not without good reason said, that he who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying.[ - ] _book i. chap. ix. of liars._ he who should teach men to die would at the same time teach them to live.[ - ] _book i. chap. xviii. that men are not to judge of our happiness till after death._ the laws of conscience, which we pretend to be derived from nature, proceed from custom. _book i. chap. xxii. of custom._ accustom him to everything, that he may not be a sir paris, a carpet-knight,[ - ] but a sinewy, hardy, and vigorous young man. _book i. chap. xxv. of the education of children._ we were halves throughout, and to that degree that methinks by outliving him i defraud him of his part. _book i. chap. xxvii. of friendship._ there are some defeats more triumphant than victories.[ - ] _book i. chap. xxx. of cannibals._ nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know. _book i. chap. xxxi. of divine ordinances._ a wise man never loses anything, if he has himself. _book i. chap. xxxviii. of solitude._ even opinion is of force enough to make itself to be espoused at the expense of life. _book i. chap. xl. of good and evil._ plato says, "'t is to no purpose for a sober man to knock at the door of the muses;" and aristotle says "that no excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of folly."[ - ] _book ii. chap. ii. of drunkenness._ for a desperate disease a desperate cure.[ - ] _book ii. chap. iii. the custom of the isle of cea._ and not to serve for a table-talk.[ - ] _book ii. chap. iii. the custom of the isle of cea._ to which we may add this other aristotelian consideration, that he who confers a benefit on any one loves him better than he is beloved by him again.[ - ] _book ii. chap. viii. of the affection of fathers._ the middle sort of historians (of which the most part are) spoil all; they will chew our meat for us. _book ii. chap. x. of books._ the only good histories are those that have been written by the persons themselves who commanded in the affairs whereof they write. _book ii. chap. x. of books._ she [virtue] requires a rough and stormy passage; she will have either outward difficulties to wrestle with,[ - ] . . . or internal difficulties. _book ii. chap. xi. of cruelty._ there is, nevertheless, a certain respect and a general duty of humanity that ties us, not only to beasts that have life and sense, but even to trees and plants. _book ii. chap. xi. of cruelty._ some impose upon the world that they believe that which they do not; others, more in number, make themselves believe that they believe, not being able to penetrate into what it is to believe. _book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ when i play with my cat, who knows whether i do not make her more sport than she makes me? _book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ 't is one and the same nature that rolls on her course, and whoever has sufficiently considered the present state of things might certainly conclude as to both the future and the past.[ - ] _book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ the souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould. . . . the same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbour causes a war betwixt princes. _book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm, and yet he will be making gods by dozens. _book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ why may not a goose say thus: "all the parts of the universe i have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon, the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me; i have such an advantage by the winds and such by the waters; there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me. i am the darling of nature! is it not man that keeps and serves me?"[ - ] _book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.[ - ] _book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ he that i am reading seems always to have the most force. _book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ apollo said that every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the place where he chanced to be.[ - ] _book ii. chap. xii. apology for raimond sebond._ how many worthy men have we seen survive their own reputation![ - ] _book ii. chap. xvi. of glory._ the mariner of old said to neptune in a great tempest, "o god! thou mayest save me if thou wilt, and if thou wilt thou mayest destroy me; but whether or no, i will steer my rudder true."[ - ] _book ii. chap. xvi. of glory._ one may be humble out of pride. _book ii. chap. xvii. of presumption._ i find that the best virtue i have has in it some tincture of vice. _book ii. chap. xx. that we taste nothing pure._ saying is one thing, doing another. _book ii. chap. xxxi. of anger._ is it not a noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a theatre?[ - ] _book ii. chap. xxxvi. of the most excellent men._ nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem. _book ii. chap. xxxvii. of the resemblance of children to their brothers._ there never was in the world two opinions alike, no more than two hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.[ - ] _book ii. chap. xxxvii. of the resemblance of children to their fathers._ the public weal requires that men should betray and lie and massacre. _book iii. chap. i. of profit and honesty._ like rowers, who advance backward.[ - ] _book iii. chap. i. of profit and honesty._ i speak truth, not so much as i would, but as much as i dare; and i dare a little the more as i grow older. _book iii. chap ii. of repentance._ few men have been admired by their own domestics.[ - ] _book iii. chap. ii. of repentance._ it happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.[ - ] _book iii. chap. v. upon some verses of virgil._ and to bring in a new word by the head and shoulders, they leave out the old one. _book iii. chap. v. upon some verses of virgil._ all the world knows me in my book, and my book in me. _book iii. chap. v. upon some verses of virgil._ 't is so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so. the strange lustre that surrounds him conceals and shrouds him from us; our sight is there broken and dissipated, being stopped and filled by the prevailing light.[ - ] _book iii. chap. vii. of the inconveniences of greatness._ we are born to inquire after truth; it belongs to a greater power to possess it. it is not, as democritus said, hid in the bottom of the deeps, but rather elevated to an infinite height in the divine knowledge.[ - ] _book iii. chap. viii. of the art of conversation._ i moreover affirm that our wisdom itself, and wisest consultations, for the most part commit themselves to the conduct of chance.[ - ] _book iii. chap. viii. of the art of conversation._ what if he has borrowed the matter and spoiled the form, as it oft falls out?[ - ] _book iii. chap. viii. of the art of conversation._ the oldest and best known evil was ever more supportable than one that was new and untried.[ - ] _book iii. chap. ix. of vanity._ not because socrates said so, . . . i look upon all men as my compatriots. _book iii. chap. ix. of vanity._ my appetite comes to me while eating.[ - ] _book iii. chap. ix. of vanity._ there is no man so good, who, were he to submit all his thoughts and actions to the laws, would not deserve hanging ten times in his life. _book iii. chap. ix. of vanity._ saturninus said, "comrades, you have lost a good captain to make him an ill general." _book iii. chap. ix. of vanity._ a little folly is desirable in him that will not be guilty of stupidity.[ - ] _book iii. chap. ix. of vanity._ habit is a second nature.[ - ] _book iii. chap. x._ we seek and offer ourselves to be gulled. _book iii. chap. xi. of cripples._ i have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than myself. _book iii. chap. xi. of cripples._ men are most apt to believe what they least understand. _book iii. chap. xi. of cripples._ i have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that ties them together. _book iii. chap. xii. of physiognomy._ amongst so many borrowed things, i am glad if i can steal one, disguising and altering it for some new service.[ - ] _book iii. chap. xii. of physiognomy._ i am further of opinion that it would be better for us to have [no laws] at all than to have them in so prodigious numbers as we have. _book iii. chap. xiii. of experience._ there is more ado to interpret interpretations than to interpret the things, and more books upon books than upon all other subjects; we do nothing but comment upon one another. _book iii. chap. xiii. of experience._ for truth itself has not the privilege to be spoken at all times and in all sorts. _book iii. chap. xiii. of experience._ the diversity of physical arguments and opinions embraces all sorts of methods. _book iii. chap. xiii. of experience._ let us a little permit nature to take her own way; she better understands her own affairs than we. _book iii. chap. xiii. of experience._ i have ever loved to repose myself, whether sitting or lying, with my heels as high or higher than my head. _book iii. chap. xiii. of experience._ i, who have so much and so universally adored this ariston metron, "excellent mediocrity,"[ - ] of ancient times, and who have concluded the most moderate measure the most perfect, shall i pretend to an unreasonable and prodigious old age? _book iii. chap. xiii. of experience._ footnotes: [ - ] this book of montaigne the world has indorsed by translating it into all tongues, and printing seventy-five editions of it in europe.--emerson: _representative men. montaigne._ [ - ] see plutarch, page . [ - ] see raleigh, page . curae leves loquuntur ingentes stupent (light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb).--seneca: _hippolytus, ii. , ._ [ - ] see sidney, page . mendacem memorem esse oportere (to be a liar, memory is necessary).--quintilian: _iv. , ._ [ - ] see tickell, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] aristotle: _ethics, ix. ._ [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see plutarch, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] xenophon: _mem. socratis, i. , ._ [ - ] see bentley, page . [ - ] seneca: _epistle ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see browne, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see plutarch, page . [ - ] see davies, page . [ - ] see tennyson, page . [ - ] lactantius: _divin. instit. iii. ._ [ - ] although men flatter themselves with their great actions, they are not so often the result of great design as of chance.--rochefoucauld: _maxim ._ [ - ] see churchill, page . [ - ] livy, _xxiii. ._ [ - ] see rabelais, page . [ - ] see walpole, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see churchill, page . [ - ] see cowper, page . du bartas. - . (_from his "divine weekes and workes," translated by j. sylvester._) the world 's a stage[ - ] where god's omnipotence, his justice, knowledge, love, and providence do act the parts. _first week, first day._ and reads, though running,[ - ] all these needful motions. _first week, first day._ mercy and justice, marching cheek by joule. _first week, first day._ not unlike the bear which bringeth forth in the end of thirty dayes a shapeless birth; but after licking, it in shape she drawes, and by degrees she fashions out the pawes, the head, and neck, and finally doth bring to a perfect beast that first deformed thing.[ - ] _first week, first day._ what is well done is done soon enough. _first week, first day._ and swans seem whiter if swart crowes be by. _first week, first day._ night's black mantle covers all alike.[ - ] _first week, first day._ hot and cold, and moist and dry.[ - ] _first week, second day._ much like the french (or like ourselves, their apes), who with strange habit do disguise their shapes; who loving novels, full of affectation, receive the manners of each other nation.[ - ] _first week, second day._ with tooth and nail. _first week, second day._ from the foure corners of the worlde doe haste.[ - ] _first week, second day._ oft seen in forehead of the frowning skies.[ - ] _first week, second day._ from north to south, from east to west.[ - ] _first week, second day._ bright-flaming, heat-full fire, the source of motion.[ - ] _first week, second day._ not that the earth doth yield in hill or dale, in forest or in field, a rarer plant.[ - ] _first week, third day._ 't is what you will,--or will be what you would. _first week, third day._ or savage beasts upon a thousand hils.[ - ] _first week, third day._ to man the earth seems altogether no more a mother, but a step-dame rather.[ - ] _first week, third day._ for where 's the state beneath the firmament that doth excel the bees for government?[ - ] _first week, fifth day, part i._ a good turn at need, at first or last, shall be assur'd of meed. _first week, sixth day._ there is no theam more plentifull to scan than is the glorious goodly frame of man.[ - ] _first week, sixth day._ these lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.[ - ] _first week, sixth day._ or almost like a spider, who, confin'd in her web's centre, shakt with every winde, moves in an instant if the buzzing flie stir but a string of her lawn canapie.[ - ] _first week, sixth day._ even as a surgeon, minding off to cut some cureless limb,--before in ure he put his violent engins on the vicious member, bringeth his patient in a senseless slumber, and grief-less then (guided by use and art), to save the whole, sawes off th' infested part. _first week, sixth day._ two souls in one, two hearts into one heart.[ - ] _first week, sixth day._ which serves for cynosure[ - ] to all that sail upon the sea obscure. _first week, seventh day._ yielding more wholesome food than all the messes that now taste-curious wanton plenty dresses.[ - ] _second week, first day, part i._ turning our seed-wheat-kennel tares, to burn-grain thistle, and to vaporie darnel, cockle, wild oats, rough burs, corn-cumbring tares.[ - ] _second week, first day, part iii._ in every hedge and ditch both day and night we fear our death, of every leafe affright.[ - ] _second week, first day, part iii._ dog, ounce, bear, and bull, wolfe, lion, horse.[ - ] _second week, first day, part iii._ apoplexie and lethargie, as forlorn hope, assault the enemy. _second week, first day, part iii._ living from hand to mouth. _second week, first day, part iv._ in the jaws of death.[ - ] _second week, first day, part iv._ did thrust as now in others' corn his sickle.[ - ] _second week, second day, part ii._ will change the pebbles of our puddly thought to orient pearls.[ - ] _second week, third day, part i._ soft carpet-knights, all scenting musk and amber.[ - ] _second week, third day, part i._ the will for deed i doe accept.[ - ] _second week, third day, part ii._ only that he may conform to tyrant custom.[ - ] _second week, third day, part ii._ sweet grave aspect.[ - ] _second week, fourth day, book i._ who breaks his faith, no faith is held with him. _second week, fourth day, book ii._ who well lives, long lives; for this age of ours should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours.[ - ] _second week, fourth day, book ii._ my lovely living boy, my hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy.[ - ] _second week, fourth day, book ii._ out of the book of natur's learned brest.[ - ] _second week, fourth day, book ii._ flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone. _second week, fourth day, book ii._ through thick and thin, both over hill and plain.[ - ] _second week, fourth day, book iv._ weakened and wasted to skin and bone.[ - ] _second week, fourth day, book iv._ i take the world to be but as a stage, where net-maskt men do play their personage.[ - ] _dialogue, between heraclitus and democritus._ made no more bones. _the maiden blush._ footnotes: [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see cowper, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] come, civil night, . . . with thy black mantle.--shakespeare: _romeo and juliet, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] report of fashions in proud italy, whose manners still our apish nation limps after in base imitation. shakespeare: _richard ii. act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] from north to south, from east to west.--shakespeare: _winter's tale, act i. sc. ._ [ - ] heat considered as a mode of motion (title of a treatise, ).--john tyndall. [ - ] see marlowe, page . [ - ] the cattle upon a thousand hills.--_psalm i. ._ [ - ] see pliny, page . [ - ] so work the honey-bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom. shakespeare: _henry v. act i. sc. ._ [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] ere i let fall the windows of mine eyes.--shakespeare: _richard iii. act v. sc. ._ [ - ] see davies, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] see milton, page . [ - ] crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, with burdocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow in our sustaining corn. shakespeare: _lear, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] lion, bear, or wolf, or bull.--shakespeare: _a midsummer night's dream, act ii. sc. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see publius syrus, page . [ - ] see milton, page . orient pearls.--shakespeare: _a midsummer night's dream, act iv. sc. ._ [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see swift, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . also milton, page . [ - ] see sheridan, page . [ - ] my fair son! my life, my joy, my food, my all the world. shakespeare: _king john, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] the book of nature is that which the physician must read; and to do so he must walk over the leaves.--paracelsus, - . (from the encyclopædia britannica, ninth edition, vol. xviii. p. .) [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] see byrom, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . miguel de cervantes. - . don quixote. (_lockhart's translation._) i was so free with him as not to mince the matter. _don quixote. the author's preface._ they can expect nothing but their labour for their pains.[ - ] _don quixote. the author's preface._ as ill-luck would have it.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book i. chap. ii._ the brave man carves out his fortune, and every man is the son of his own works.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book i. chap. iv._ which i have earned with the sweat of my brows. _don quixote. part i. book i. chap. iv._ can we ever have too much of a good thing?[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book i. chap. vi._ the charging of his enemy was but the work of a moment. _don quixote. part i. book i. chap. viii._ and had a face like a blessing.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book ii. chap. iv._ it is a true saying that a man must eat a peck of salt with his friend before he knows him. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. i._ fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. i._ fair and softly goes far. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. ii._ plain as the nose on a man's face.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. iv._ let me leap out of the frying-pan into the fire;[ - ] or, out of god's blessing into the warm sun.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. iv._ you are taking the wrong sow by the ear.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. iv._ bell, book, and candle. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. iv._ let the worst come to the worst.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. v._ you are come off now with a whole skin. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. v._ fear is sharp-sighted, and can see things under ground, and much more in the skies. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. vi._ ill-luck, you know, seldom comes alone.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. vi._ why do you lead me a wild-goose chase? _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. vi._ i find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. vi._ the more thou stir it, the worse it will be. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. vi._ now had aurora displayed her mantle over the blushing skies, and dark night withdrawn her sable veil. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. vi._ i tell thee, that is mambrino's helmet. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. vii._ give me but that, and let the world rub; there i 'll stick. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. vii._ sure as a gun.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. vii._ sing away sorrow, cast away care. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. viii._ thank you for nothing. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. viii._ after meat comes mustard; or, like money to a starving man at sea, when there are no victuals to be bought with it. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. viii._ of good natural parts and of a liberal education. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. viii._ would puzzle a convocation of casuists to resolve their degrees of consanguinity. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. viii._ let every man mind his own business. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. viii._ murder will out.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. viii._ thou art a cat, and a rat, and a coward. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. viii._ it is the part of a wise man to keep himself to-day for to-morrow, and not to venture all his eggs in one basket. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. ix._ i know what 's what, and have always taken care of the main chance.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. ix._ the ease of my burdens, the staff of my life. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. ix._ i am almost frighted out of my seven senses.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. ix._ within a stone's throw of it. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. ix._ let us make hay while the sun shines.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. xi._ i never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. it is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and god for us all.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. xi._ little said is soonest mended.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. xi._ a close mouth catches no flies. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. xi._ she may guess what i should perform in the wet, if i do so much in the dry. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. xi._ you are a devil at everything, and there is no kind of thing in the 'versal world but what you can turn your hand to. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. xi._ it will grieve me so to the heart, that i shall cry my eyes out. _don quixote. part i. book iii. chap. xi._ delay always breeds danger.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. ii._ they must needs go whom the devil drives.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. iv._ a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. iv._ more knave than fool.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. iv._ i can tell where my own shoe pinches me; and you must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff. _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. v._ i never saw a more dreadful battle in my born days. _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. viii._ here is the devil-and-all to pay. _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. x._ i begin to smell a rat.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. x._ i will take my corporal oath on it. _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. x._ it is past all controversy that what costs dearest is, and ought to be, most valued. _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. xi._ i would have nobody to control me; i would be absolute: and who but i? now, he that is absolute can do what he likes; he that can do what he likes can take his pleasure; he that can take his pleasure can be content; and he that can be content has no more to desire. so the matter's over; and come what will come, i am satisfied.[ - ] _don quixote. part i. book iv. chap. xxiii._ when the head aches, all the members partake of the pain.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. ii._ he has done like orbaneja, the painter of ubeda, who, being asked what he painted, answered, "as it may hit;" and when he had scrawled out a misshapen cock, was forced to write underneath, in gothic letters, "this is a cock."[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. iii._ there are men that will make you books, and turn them loose into the world, with as much dispatch as they would do a dish of fritters. _don quixote. part ii. chap. iii._ "there is no book so bad," said the bachelor, "but something good may be found in it."[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. iii._ every man is as heaven made him, and sometimes a great deal worse. _don quixote. part ii. chap. iv._ spare your breath to cool your porridge.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. v._ a little in one's own pocket is better than much in another man's purse. _don quixote. part ii. chap. vii._ remember the old saying, "faint heart never won fair lady."[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. x._ there is a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us out flat some time or other. _don quixote. part ii. chap. x._ are we to mark this day with a white or a black stone? _don quixote. part ii. chap. x._ let every man look before he leaps.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xiv._ the pen is the tongue of the mind. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xvi._ there were but two families in the world, have-much and have-little. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xx._ he has an oar in every man's boat, and a finger in every pie. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxii._ patience, and shuffle the cards. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxiii._ comparisons are odious.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxiii._ tell me thy company, and i will tell thee what thou art. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxiii._ the proof of the pudding is the eating. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxiv._ he is as like one, as one egg is like another.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxvii._ you can see farther into a millstone than he.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxviii._ sancho panza by name, is my own self, if i was not changed in my cradle. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxx._ "sit there, clod-pate!" cried he; "for let me sit wherever i will, that will still be the upper end, and the place of worship to thee."[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxi._ building castles in the air,[ - ] and making yourself a laughing-stock. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxi._ it is good to live and learn. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxii._ he is as mad as a march hare.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ i must follow him through thick and thin.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ there is no love lost between us.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ in the night all cats are gray.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ all is not gold that glisters.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ i can look sharp as well as another, and let me alone to keep the cobwebs out of my eyes. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ honesty is the best policy. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ time ripens all things. no man is born wise. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ a good name is better than riches.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ i drink when i have occasion, and sometimes when i have no occasion. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ an honest man's word is as good as his bond. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiii._ heaven's help is better than early rising. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxiv._ i have other fish to fry.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxv._ there is a time for some things, and a time for all things; a time for great things, and a time for small things.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxv._ but all in good time. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxvi._ matters will go swimmingly. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxvi._ many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxvii._ they had best not stir the rice, though it sticks to the pot. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxvii._ good wits jump;[ - ] a word to the wise is enough. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xxxvii._ you may as well expect pears from an elm.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xl._ make it thy business to know thyself, which is the most difficult lesson in the world.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xlii._ you cannot eat your cake and have your cake;[ - ] and store 's no sore.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. xliii._ diligence is the mother of good fortune. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xliii._ what a man has, so much he is sure of. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xliii._ when a man says, "get out of my house! what would you have with my wife?" there is no answer to be made. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xliii._ the pot calls the kettle black. _don quixote. part ii. chap. xliii._ this peck of troubles. _don quixote. part ii. chap. liii._ when thou art at rome, do as they do at rome.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. liv._ many count their chickens before they are hatched; and where they expect bacon, meet with broken bones. _don quixote. part ii. chap. lv._ my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and i did like the countryman who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his back. _don quixote. part ii. chap. lvii._ liberty . . . is one of the most valuable blessings that heaven has bestowed upon mankind. _don quixote. part ii. chap. lviii._ as they use to say, spick and span new.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. lviii._ i think it a very happy accident.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. lviii._ i shall be as secret as the grave. _don quixote. part ii. chap. lxii._ now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep! it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. it is the current coin that purchases all the pleasures of the world cheap, and the balance that sets the king and the shepherd, the fool and the wise man, even.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. lxviii._ rome was not built in a day.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. lxxi._ the ass will carry his load, but not a double load; ride not a free horse to death. _don quixote. part ii. chap. lxxi._ never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.[ - ] _don quixote. part ii. chap. lxxiv._ don't put too fine a point to your wit for fear it should get blunted. _the little gypsy_ (_la gitanilla_). my heart is wax moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.[ - ] _the little gypsy_ (_la gitanilla_). footnotes: [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] he had a face like a benediction.--_jarvis's translation._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see butler, page . [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see lyly, page . [ - ] see scott, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see wither, page . [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . also plutarch, page . [ - ] see marlowe, page . [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] i would do what i pleased; and doing what i pleased, i should have my will; and having my will, i should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.--_jarvis's translation._ [ - ] for let our finger ache, and it endues our other healthful members even to that sense of pain.--_othello, act iii. sc. ._ [ - ] the painter orbaneja of ubeda, if he chanced to draw a cock, he wrote under it, "this is a cock," lest the people should take it for a fox.--_jarvis's translation._ [ - ] see pliny the younger, page . [ - ] see rabelais, page . [ - ] spenser: _britain's ida, canto v. stanza ._ ellerton: _george a-greene_ (a ballad). whetstone: _rocke of regard._ burns: _to dr. blacklock._ colman: _love laughs at locksmiths, act i._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see fortescue, page . [ - ] see rabelais, page . also shakespeare, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] sit thee down, chaff-threshing churl! for let me sit where i will, that is the upper end to thee.--_jarvis's translation._ this is generally placed in the mouth of macgregor: "where macgregor sits, there is the head of the table." emerson quotes it, in his "american scholar," as the saying of macdonald, and theodore parker as the saying of the highlander. [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see spenser, page . [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see publius syrus, page . [ - ] see rabelais, page . [ - ] to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose.--_ecclesiastes iii. ._ [ - ] see sterne, page . [ - ] see publius syrus, page . [ - ] see chaucer, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see burton, page . [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] see middleton, page . [ - ] blessing on him who invented sleep,--the mantle that covers all human thoughts, the food that appeases hunger, the drink that quenches thirst, the fire that warms cold, the cold that moderates heat, and, lastly, the general coin that purchases all things, the balance and weight that equals the shepherd with the king, and the simple with the wise.--_jarvis's translation._ [ - ] see heywood, page . [ - ] see longfellow, page . [ - ] see byron, page . bartholomew schidoni. - . i, too, was born in arcadia.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] goethe adopted this motto for his "travels in italy." john sirmond. (?)- . if on my theme i rightly think, there are five reasons why men drink,-- good wine, a friend, because i 'm dry, or lest i should be by and by, or any other reason why.[ - ] _causæ bibendi._ footnotes: [ - ] these lines are a translation of a latin epigram (erroneously ascribed to henry aldrich in the "biographia britannica," second edition, vol. i. p. ), which menage and de la monnoye attribute to père sirmond: si bene commemini, causæ sunt quinque bibendi: hospitis adventus; præsens sitis atque futura; et vini bonitas, et quælibet altera causa. _menagiana, vol. i. p. ._ friedrich von logau. - . though the mills of god grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;[ - ] though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all. _retribution._ (_sinngedichte._) man-like is it to fall into sin, fiend-like is it to dwell therein; christ-like is it for sin to grieve, god-like is it all sin to leave. _sin._ (_sinngedichte._) footnotes: [ - ] see herbert, page . opse theou myloi aleousi to lepton aleuron.--_oracula sibylliana, liber viii. line ._ opse theôn aleousi myloi, aleousi de lepta.--leutsch and schneidewin: _corpus paroemiographorum græcorum, vol. i. p. ._ sextus empiricus is the first writer who has presented the whole of the adage cited by plutarch in his treatise "concerning such whom god is slow to punish." isaac de benserade. - . in bed we laugh, in bed we cry; and, born in bed, in bed we die. the near approach a bed may show of human bliss to human woe.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] translated by samuel johnson. francis, duc de la rochefoucauld. - . (_reflections, or sentences and moral maxims._) our virtues are most frequently but vices disguised.[ - ] we have all sufficient strength to endure the misfortunes of others. _maxim ._ philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils; but present evils triumph over it.[ - ] _maxim ._ we need greater virtues to sustain good than evil fortune. _maxim ._ neither the sun nor death can be looked at with a steady eye. _maxim ._ interest speaks all sorts of tongues, and plays all sorts of parts, even that of disinterestedness. _maxim ._ we are never so happy or so unhappy as we suppose. _maxim ._ there are few people who would not be ashamed of being loved when they love no longer. _maxim ._ true love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen. _maxim ._ the love of justice is simply, in the majority of men, the fear of suffering injustice. _maxim ._ silence is the best resolve for him who distrusts himself. _maxim ._ friendship is only a reciprocal conciliation of interests, and an exchange of good offices; it is a species of commerce out of which self-love always expects to gain something. _maxim ._ a man who is ungrateful is often less to blame than his benefactor. _maxim ._ the understanding is always the dupe of the heart. _maxim ._ nothing is given so profusely as advice. _maxim ._ the true way to be deceived is to think oneself more knowing than others. _maxim ._ usually we praise only to be praised. _maxim ._ our repentance is not so much regret for the ill we have done as fear of the ill that may happen to us in consequence. _maxim ._ most people judge men only by success or by fortune. _maxim ._ hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue. _maxim ._ too great haste to repay an obligation is a kind of ingratitude. _maxim ._ there is great ability in knowing how to conceal one's ability. _maxim ._ the pleasure of love is in loving. we are happier in the passion we feel than in that we inspire.[ - ] _maxim ._ we always like those who admire us; we do not always like those whom we admire. _maxim ._ the gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefits.[ - ] _maxim ._ lovers are never tired of each other, though they always speak of themselves. _maxim ._ we pardon in the degree that we love. _maxim ._ we hardly find any persons of good sense save those who agree with us.[ - ] _maxim ._ the greatest fault of a penetrating wit is to go beyond the mark. _maxim ._ we may give advice, but we cannot inspire the conduct. _maxim ._ the veracity which increases with old age is not far from folly. _maxim ._ in their first passion women love their lovers, in all the others they love love.[ - ] _maxim ._ quarrels would not last long if the fault was only on one side. _maxim ._ in the adversity of our best friends we often find something that is not exactly displeasing.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] this epigraph, which is the key to the system of la rochefoucauld, is found in another form as no. of the maxims of the first edition, ; it is omitted from the second and third, and reappears for the first time in the fourth edition at the head of the reflections.--aime martin. [ - ] see goldsmith, page . [ - ] see shelley, page . [ - ] see walpole, page . [ - ] "that was excellently observed," say i when i read a passage in another where his opinion agrees with mine. when we differ, then i pronounce him to be mistaken.--swift: _thoughts on various subjects._ [ - ] see byron, page . [ - ] this reflection, no. in the edition of , the author suppressed in the third edition. in all distresses of our friends we first consult our private ends; while nature, kindly bent to ease us, points out some circumstance to please us. dean swift: _a paraphrase of rochefoucauld's maxim._ j. de la fontaine. - . the opinion of the strongest is always the best. _the wolf and the lamb. book i. fable ._ by the work one knows the workman. _the hornets and the bees. fable ._ it is a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver. _the cock and the fox. book ii. fable ._ it is impossible to please all the world and one's father. _book iii. fable ._ in everything one must consider the end.[ - ] _the fox and the gnat. fable ._ "they are too green," he said, "and only good for fools."[ - ] _the fox and the grapes. fable ._ help thyself, and god will help thee.[ - ] _book vi. fable ._ the fly of the coach. _book vii. fable ._ the sign brings customers. _the fortune-tellers. fable ._ let ignorance talk as it will, learning has its value. _the use of knowledge. book viii. fable ._ no path of flowers leads to glory. _book x. fable ._ footnotes: [ - ] remember the end, and thou shalt never do amiss.--_ecclesiasticus iii. ._ [ - ] sour grapes. [ - ] see herbert, page . jean baptiste moliÈre. - . the world, dear agnes, is a strange affair. _l'École des femmes. act ii. sc. ._ there are fagots and fagots. _le médecin malgré lui. act i. sc. ._ we have changed all that. _le médecin malgré lui. act ii. sc. ._ although i am a pious man, i am not the less a man. _le tartuffe. act iii. sc. ._ the real amphitryon is the amphitryon who gives dinners.[ - ] _amphitryon. act iii. sc. ._ ah that i-- you would have it so, you would have it so; george dandin, you would have it so! this suits you very nicely, and you are served right; you have precisely what you deserve. _george dandin. act i. sc. ._ tell me to whom you are addressing yourself when you say that. i am addressing myself--i am addressing myself to my cap. _l'avare. act i. sc. ._ the beautiful eyes of my cash-box. _l'avare. act v. sc. ._ you are speaking before a man to whom all naples is known. _l'avare. act v. sc. ._ my fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.[ - ] _le bourgeois gentilhomme. act iv. sc. ._ i will maintain it before the whole world. _le bourgeois gentilhomme. act iv. sc. ._ what the devil did he want in that galley?[ - ] _les fourberies de scapin. act ii. sc. ._ grammar, which knows how to control even kings.[ - ] _les femmes savantes. act ii. sc. ._ ah, there are no longer any children! _le malade imaginaire. act ii. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see frere, page . [ - ] borrowed from cyrano de bergerac's "pédant joué," act ii. sc. . [ - ] sigismund i. at the council of constance, , said to a prelate who had objected to his majesty's grammar, "ego sum rex romanus, et supra grammaticam" (i am the roman emperor, and am above grammar). blaise pascal. - . (_translated by o. w. wight._) man is but a reed, the weakest in nature, but he is a thinking reed. _thoughts. chap. ii. ._ it is not permitted to the most equitable of men to be a judge in his own cause. _thoughts. chap. iv. ._ montaigne[ - ] is wrong in declaring that custom ought to be followed simply because it is custom, and not because it is reasonable or just. _thoughts. chap. iv. ._ thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy, it is inevitable that we never become so.[ - ] _thoughts. chap. v. ._ if the nose of cleopatra had been shorter, the whole face of the earth would have been changed. _thoughts. chap. viii. ._ the last thing that we find in making a book is to know what we must put first. _thoughts. chap. ix. ._ rivers are highways that move on, and bear us whither we wish to go. _thoughts. chap. ix. ._ what a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! a judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe![ - ] _thoughts. chap. x. ._ we know the truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart. _thoughts. chap. x. ._ for as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it?[ - ] _preface to the treatise on vacuum._ footnotes: [ - ] book i. chap. xxii. [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see pope, page . [ - ] see bacon, page . nicholas boileau-despreaux. - . happy who in his verse can gently steer from grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[ - ] _the art of poetry. canto i. line ._ every age has its pleasures, its style of wit, and its own ways. _the art of poetry. canto iii. line ._ he [molière] pleases all the world, but cannot please himself. _satire ._ "there, take," says justice, "take ye each a shell; we thrive at westminster on fools like you. 't was a fat oyster! live in peace,--adieu."[ - ] _epître ii._ footnotes: [ - ] see dryden, page . [ - ] see pope, page . alain renÉ le sage. - . it may be said that his wit shines at the expense of his memory.[ - ] _gil blas. book iii. chap. xi._ i wish you all sorts of prosperity with a little more taste. _gil blas. book vii. chap. iv._ isocrates was in the right to insinuate, in his elegant greek expression, that what is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.[ - ] _gil blas. book viii. chap. ix._ facts are stubborn things.[ - ] _gil blas. book x. chap. i._ plain as a pike-staff.[ - ] _gil blas. book xii. chap. viii._ footnotes: [ - ] see sheridan, page . [ - ] see rabelais, page . [ - ] see smollett, page . [ - ] see middleton, page . francis m. voltaire. - . if there were no god, it would be necessary to invent him.[ - ] _epître à l'auteur du livre des trois imposteurs. cxi._ the king [frederic] has sent me some of his dirty linen to wash; i will wash yours another time.[ - ] _reply to general manstein._ men use thought only as authority for their injustice, and employ speech only to conceal their thoughts.[ - ] _dialogue xiv. le chapon et la poularde_ ( ). history is little else than a picture of human crimes and misfortunes.[ - ] _l'ingénu. chap. x._ ( .) the first who was king was a fortunate soldier: who serves his country well has no need of ancestors.[ - ] _merope. act i. sc. ._ in the best of possible worlds the château of monseigneur the baron was the most beautiful of châteaux, and madame the best of possible baronesses. _candide. chap. i._ in this country [england] it is well to kill from time to time an admiral to encourage the others. _candide. chap. xxiii._ the superfluous, a very necessary thing. _le mondain. line ._ crush the infamous thing. _letter to d'alembert, june , ._ there are truths which are not for all men, nor for all times. _letter to cardinal de bernis, april , ._ the proper mean.[ - ] _letter to count d'argental, nov. , ._ it is said that god is always on the side of the heaviest battalions.[ - ] _letter to m. le riche, feb. , ._ love truth, but pardon error. _discours sur l'homme. discours ._ footnotes: [ - ] see tillotson, page . [ - ] voltaire writes to his niece dennis, july , , "voilà le roi qui m'envoie son linge à blanchir." [ - ] see young, page . [ - ] see gibbon, page . [ - ] see scott, page . borrowed from lefranc de pompignan's "didon." [ - ] see cowper, page . [ - ] see gibbon, page . bussy rabutin: _lettres, iv. ._ sÉvignÉ: _lettre à sa fille, p. ._ tacitus: _historia, iv. ._ terence: _phormio, i. . ._ madame du deffand. - . he [voltaire] has invented history.[ - ] it is only the first step which costs.[ - ] _in reply to the cardinal de polignac._ footnotes: [ - ] fournier: _l'esprit dans l'histoire, p. ._ [ - ] voltaire writes to madame du deffand, january, , that one of her bon-mots is quoted in the notes of "la pucelle," canto : "il n'y a que le premier pas qui coûte." jean jacques rousseau. - . days of absence, sad and dreary, clothed in sorrow's dark array,-- days of absence, i am weary: she i love is far away. _days of absence._ gesta romanorum.[ - ] we read of a certain roman emperor who built a magnificent palace. in digging the foundation, the workmen discovered a golden sarcophagus ornamented with three circlets, on which were inscribed, "i have expended; i have given; i have kept; i have possessed; i do possess; i have lost; i am punished. what i formerly expended, i have; what i gave away, i have."[ - ] _tale xvi._ see how the world rewards its votaries.[ - ] _tale xxxvi._ if the end be well, all is well.[ - ] _tale lxvii._ whatever you do, do wisely, and think of the consequences. _tale ciii._ footnotes: [ - ] the "gesta romanorum" is a collection of one hundred and eighty-one stories, first printed about . the first english version appeared in , translated by the rev. c. swan. (bohn's standard library.) [ - ] richard gough, in the "sepulchral monuments of great britain," gives this epitaph of robert byrkes, which is to be found in doncaster church, "new cut" upon his tomb in roman capitals:-- howe: howe: who is heare: i, robin of doncaster, and margaret my feare. that i spent, that i had; that i gave, that i have; that i left, that i lost. a. d. . the following is the epitaph of edward courtenay, earl of devonshire, according to cleaveland's "genealogical history of the family of courtenay," p. :-- what we gave, we have; what we spent, we had; what we left, we lost. [ - ] ecce quomodo mundus suis servitoribus reddit mercedem (see how the world its veterans rewards).--pope: _moral essays, epistle , line ._ [ - ] si finis bonus est, totum bonum erit.--probably the origin of the proverb, "all 's well that ends well." vauvenargues (marquis of). - . great thoughts come from the heart.[ - ] _maxim cxxvii._ footnotes: [ - ] see sidney, page . michel jean sedaine. - . o richard! o my king! the universe forsakes thee! _sung at the dinner given to the french soldiers in the opera salon at versailles, oct. , ._ prince de ligne. - . the congress of vienna does not walk, but it dances.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] on of the prince de ligne's speeches that will last forever.--_edinburgh review, july , p. ._ goethe. - . who never ate his bread in sorrow, who never spent the darksome hours weeping, and watching for the morrow,-- he knows ye not, ye gloomy powers. _wilhelm meister. book ii. chap. xiii._ know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, and the groves of laurel and myrtle and rose?[ - ] _wilhelm meister. book iii. chap. i._ art is long, life short;[ - ] judgment difficult, opportunity transient. _wilhelm meister. book vii. chap. ix._ the sagacious reader who is capable of reading between these lines what does not stand written in them, but is nevertheless implied, will be able to form some conception. _autobiography. book xviii. truth and beauty._ footnotes: [ - ] see byron, page . [ - ] see chaucer, page . madame roland. - . o liberty! liberty! how many crimes are committed in thy name![ - ] footnotes: [ - ] macaulay: _essay on mirabeau._ bertrand barÈre. - . the tree of liberty only grows when watered by the blood of tyrants. _speech in the convention nationale, ._ it is only the dead who do not return. _speech, ._ schiller. - . against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain. _the maid of orleans. act iii. sc. ._ the richest monarch in the christian world; the sun in my own dominions never sets.[ - ] _don carlos. act i. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see scott, page . joseph rouget de l'isle. - ----. ye sons of france, awake to glory! hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, behold their tears and hear their cries! _the marseilles hymn._ to arms! to arms! ye brave! the avenging sword unsheathe! march on! march on! all hearts resolved on victory or death! _the marseilles hymn._ a. f. f. von kotzebue. - . there is another and a better world.[ - ] _the stranger. act i. sc. ._ footnotes: [ - ] translated by n. schink, london, . j. g. von salis. - . into the silent land! ah, who shall lead us thither? _the silent land._ who in life's battle firm doth stand shall bear hope's tender blossoms into the silent land! _the silent land._ joseph fouchÉ. - . "it is more than a crime; it is a political fault,"[ - ]--words which i record, because they have been repeated and attributed to others. _memoirs of fouché._ death is an eternal sleep. _inscription placed by his orders on the gates of the cemeteries in ._ footnotes: [ - ] commonly quoted, "it is worse than a crime,--it is a blunder," and attributed to talleyrand. j. m. usteri. - . life let us cherish, while yet the taper glows, and the fresh flow'ret pluck ere it close; why are we fond of toil and care? why choose the rankling thorn to wear? _life let us cherish._ h. b. constant. - . i am not the rose, but i have lived near the rose.[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] this saying, "je ne suis pas la rose, mais j'ai vécu avec elle," is assigned to constant by a. hayward in his introduction to the "autobiography and letters" of mrs. piozzi. junot, duc d'abrantes. - . i know nothing about it; i am my own ancestor.[ - ] (when asked as to his ancestry.) footnotes: [ - ] see plutarch, page . curtius rufus seems to me to be descended from himself. (a saying of tiberius).--tacitus: _annals, book xi. c. xxi. ._ johann l. uhland. - . take, o boatman, thrice thy fee,-- take, i give it willingly; for, invisible to thee, spirits twain have crossed with me. _the passage. edinburgh review, october, ._ von mÜnch bellinghausen. - . two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.[ - ] _ingomar the barbarian._[ - ] _act ii._ footnotes: [ - ] see pope, page . zwei seelen und ein gedanke, zwei herzen und ein schlag. [ - ] translated by maria lovell. miscellaneous translations. absolutism tempered by assassination.[ - ] a cadmean victory.[ - ] after us the deluge.[ - ] all is lost save honour.[ - ] appeal from philip drunk to philip sober.[ - ] architecture is frozen music.[ - ] beginning of the end.[ - ] boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness.[ - ] dead on the field of honour.[ - ] defend me from my friends; i can defend myself from my enemies.[ - ] extremes meet.[ - ] hell is full of good intentions.[ - ] history repeats itself.[ - ] i am here: i shall remain here.[ - ] i am the state.[ - ] it is magnificent, but it is not war.[ - ] leave no stone unturned.[ - ] let it be. let it pass.[ - ] medicine for the soul.[ - ] nothing is changed in france; there is only one frenchman more.[ - ] order reigns in warsaw.[ - ] ossa on pelion.[ - ] scylla and charybdis.[ - ] sinews of war.[ - ] talk of nothing but business, and despatch that business quickly.[ - ] the empire is peace.[ - ] the guard dies, but never surrenders.[ - ] the king reigns, but does not govern.[ - ] the style is the man himself.[ - ] "there is no other royal path which leads to geometry," said euclid to ptolemy i.[ - ] there is nothing new except what is forgotten.[ - ] they have learned nothing and forgotten nothing.[ - ] we are dancing on a volcano.[ - ] who does not love wine, women, and song remains a fool his whole life long.[ - ] god is on the side of the strongest battalions.[ - ] terrible he rode alone, with his yemen sword for aid; ornament it carried none but the notches on the blade. _the death feud. an arab war-song._[ - ] footnotes: [ - ] count münster, hanoverian envoy at st. petersburg, discovered that russian civilization is "merely artificial," and first published to europe the short description of the russian constitution,--that it is "absolutism tempered by assassination." [ - ] a greek proverb. a cadmean victory was one in which the victors suffered as much as their enemies. symmisgontôn de tê naumachiê, kadmeiê tis nikê toisi phôkaieusi egeneto.--herodotus: _i. ._ where two discourse, if the one's anger rise, the man who lets the contest fall is wise. euripides: _fragment . protesilaus._ [ - ] on the authority of madame de hausset ("mémoires," p. ), this phrase is ascribed to madame de pompadour. larouse ("fleurs historiques") attributes it to louis xv. [ - ] it was from the imperial camp near pavia that francis i., before leaving for pizzighettone, wrote to his mother the memorable letter which, thanks to tradition, has become altered to the form of this sublime laconism: "madame, tout est perdu fors l'honneur." the true expression is, "madame, pour vous faire savoir comme se porte le reste de mon infortune, de toutes choses ne m'est demeuré que l'honneur et la vie qui est sauvé."--martin: _histoire de france, tome viii._ the correction of this expression was first made by sismondi, vol. xvi. pp. , . the letter itself is printed entire in dulaure's "histoire de paris": "pour vous avertir comment se porte le ressort de mon infortune, de toutes choses ne m'est demeuré que l'honneur et la vie,--qui est sauvé." [ - ] inserit se tantis viris mulier alienigeni sanguinis: quæ a philippo rege temulento immerenter damnata, provocarem ad philippum, inquit, sed sobrium.--valerius maximus: _lib. vi. c. ._ [ - ] since it [architecture] is music in space, as it were a frozen music. . . . if architecture in general is frozen music.--schelling: _philosophie der kunst, pp. , ._ la vue d'un tel monument est comme une musique continuelle et fixée.--madame de staËl: _corinne, livre iv. chap. ._ [ - ] fournier asserts, on the written authority of talleyrand's brother, that the only breviary used by the ex-bishop was "l'improvisateur français," a compilation of anecdotes and _bon-mots_, in twenty-one duo-decimo volumes. whenever a good thing was wandering about in search of a parent, he adopted it; amongst others, "c'est le commencement de la fin." see shakespeare, page . [ - ] de l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace-danton: _speech in the legislative assembly, ._ see spenser, page . [ - ] this was the answer given in the roll-call of la tour d'auvergne's regiment after his death. [ - ] see canning, page . [ - ] les extrêmes se touchent.--mercier: _tableaux de paris_ ( ), _vol. iv. title of chap. ._ [ - ] see johnson, page . [ - ] see plutarch, page . [ - ] the reply of marshal macmahon, in the trenches before the malakoff, in the siege of sebastopol, september, , to the commander-in-chief, who had sent him word to beware of an explosion which might follow the retreat of the russians. [ - ] dulaure (history of paris, , p. ) asserts that louis xiv. interrupted a judge who used the expression, "the king and the state," by saying, "i am the state." [ - ] said by general pierre bosquet of the charge of the light brigade at the battle of balaklava. [ - ] euripides: _heracleidæ, ._ this may be traced to a response of the delphic oracle given to polycrates, as the best means of finding a treasure buried by xerxes' general, mardonius, on the field of platæa. the oracle replied, panta lithon kinei, "turn every stone."--leutsch and schneidewin: _corpus paræmiographorum græcorum, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] this phrase, "laissez faire, laissez passer!" is attributed to gournay, minister of commerce at paris, ; also to quesnay, the writer on political economy. it is quoted by adam smith in the "wealth of nations." [ - ] inscription over the door of the library at thebes.--diodorus siculus: _i. , ._ [ - ] according to the "contemporary review," february, , this phrase formed the opening of an address composed in the name of comte d'artois by count beugnot, and published in the "moniteur," april , . [ - ] general sebastiani announced the fall of warsaw in the chamber of deputies, sept. , : "des lettres que je reçois de pologne m'annoncent que la tranquillité règne à varsovie."--dumas: _mémoires, second series, vol. iv. chap. iii._ [ - ] see ovid, page . they were setting on ossa upon olympus, and upon steep ossa leavy pelius. chapman: _homer's odyssey, book xi. ._ heav'd on olympus tott'ring ossa stood; on ossa pelion nods with all his wood. pope: _odyssey, book xi. ._ ossa on olympus heave, on ossa roll pelion with all his woods; so scale the starry pole. sotheby: _odyssey, book xi. ._ to the olympian summit they essay'd to heave up ossa, and to ossa's crown branch-waving pelion. cowper: _odyssey, book xi. ._ they on olympus ossa fain would roll; on ossa pelion's leaf-quivering hill. worsley: _odyssey, book xi. ._ to fling ossa upon olympus, and to pile pelion with all its growth of leafy woods on ossa. bryant: _odyssey, book xi. ._ ossa they pressed down with pelion's weight, and on them both impos'd olympus' hill. fitz-geffrey: _the life and death of sir francis drake, stanza _ ( ). ter sunt conati imponere pelio ossam.--virgil: _georgics, i. ._ [ - ] see shakespeare, page . [ - ] see rabelais, page . Æschines (adv. ctesiphon, c. ) ascribes to demosthenes the expression ypotetmêtai ta neura tôn pragmatôn, "the sinews of affairs are cut." diogenes laertius, in his life of bion (lib. iv. c. , sect. ), represents that philosopher as saying, ton plouton einai neura pragmatôn,--"riches were the sinews of business," or, as the phrase may mean, "of the state." referring perhaps to this maxim of bion, plutarch says in his life of cleomenes (c. ), "he who first called money the sinews of the state seems to have said this with special reference to war." accordingly we find money called expressly ta neura tou polemou, "the sinews of war," in libanius, orat. xlvi. (vol. ii. p. , ed. reiske), and by the scholiast on pindar, olymp. i. (compare photius, lex. _s. v._ meganoros plouton). so cicero, philipp. v. , "nervos belli, infinitam pecuniam." [ - ] a placard of aldus on the door of his printing-office.--dibdin: _introduction, vol. i. p. ._ [ - ] this saying occurs in louis napoleon's speech to the chamber of commerce in bordeaux, oct. , . [ - ] words engraved upon the monument erected to cambronne at nantes. this phrase, attributed to cambronne, who was made prisoner at waterloo, was vehemently denied by him. it was invented by rougemont, a prolific author of _mots_, two days after the battle, in the "indépendant."--fournier: _l' esprit dans l' histoire._ [ - ] a motto adopted by thiers for the "nationale," july , . in the beginning of the seventeenth century jan zamoyski in the polish parliament said, "the king reigns, but does not govern." [ - ] buffon: _discours de réception_ (recueil de l'académie, ). see burton, page . [ - ] proclus: _commentary on euclid's elements, book ii. chap. iv._ [ - ] attributed to mademoiselle bertin, milliner to marie antoinette. "there is nothing new except that which has become antiquated,"--motto of the "revue rétrospective." [ - ] this saying is attributed to talleyrand. in a letter of the chevalier de panat to mallet du pan, january, , it occurs almost literally,--"no one is right; no one could forget anything, nor learn anything." [ - ] words uttered by comte de salvandy ( - ) at a fete given by the duke of orleans to the king of naples, . [ - ] attributed to luther, but more probably a saying of j. h. voss ( - ), according to redlich, "die poetischen beiträge zum waudsbecker bothen," hamburg, , p. .--king: _classical and foreign quotations_ ( ). [ - ] see gibbon, page . napoleon said, "providence is always on the side of the last reserve." [ - ] anonymous translation from "tait's magazine," july, . the poem is of an age earlier than that of mahomet. the bible. old testament. and god said, let there be light: and there was light. _genesis i. ._ it is not good that the man should be alone. _genesis ii. ._ bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh. _genesis ii. ._ they sewed fig-leaves together and made themselves aprons. _genesis iii. ._ in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread. _genesis iii. ._ for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. _genesis iii. ._ the mother of all living. _genesis iii. ._ am i my brother's keeper? _genesis iv. ._ my punishment is greater than i can bear. _genesis iv. ._ there were giants in the earth in those days. _genesis vi. ._ and the rain was upon the earth forty days and forty nights. _genesis vii. ._ the dove found no rest for the sole of her foot. _genesis viii. ._ whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed. _genesis ix. ._ let there be no strife, i pray thee, between thee and me. _genesis xiii. ._ in a good old age. _genesis xv. ._ his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him. _genesis xvi. ._ old and well stricken in age. _genesis xviii. ._ his wife looked back from behind him, and she became a pillar of salt. _genesis xix. ._ the voice is jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of esau. _genesis xxvii. ._ they stript joseph out of his coat, his coat of many colours. _genesis xxxvii. ._ bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave. _genesis xlii. ._ unstable as water, thou shalt not excel. _genesis xlix. ._ i have been a stranger in a strange land. _exodus ii. ._ a land flowing with milk and honey. _exodus iii. ; jeremiah xxxii. ._ darkness which may be felt. _exodus x. ._ the lord went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire. _exodus xiii. ._ when we sat by the fleshpots. _exodus xvi. ._ love thy neighbour as thyself. _leviticus xix. ._ the lord opened the mouth of the ass, and she said unto balaam, what have i done unto thee, that thou hast smitten me these three times? _numbers xxii. ._ let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his! _numbers xxiii. ._ how goodly are thy tents, o jacob, and thy tabernacles, o israel! _numbers xxiv. ._ man doth not live by bread only. _deuteronomy viii. ._ the wife of thy bosom. _deuteronomy xiii. ._ eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot. _deuteronomy xix. ._ blessed shall be thy basket and thy store. _deuteronomy xxviii. ._ the secret things belong unto the lord. _deuteronomy xxix. ._ he kept him as the apple of his eye. _deuteronomy xxxii. ._ jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked. _deuteronomy xxxii. ._ as thy days, so shall thy strength be. _deuteronomy xxxiii. ._ his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated. _deuteronomy xxxiv. ._ i am going the way of all the earth. _joshua xxiii. ._ i arose a mother in israel. _judges v. ._ the stars in their courses fought against sisera. _judges v. ._ she brought forth butter in a lordly dish. _judges v. ._ at her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed, he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead. _judges v. ._ is not the gleaning of the grapes of ephraim better than the vintage of abi-ezer? _judges viii. ._ he smote them hip and thigh. _judges xv. ._ the philistines be upon thee, samson. _judges xvi. ._ from dan even to beer-sheba. _judges xx. ._ the people arose as one man. _judges xx. ._ whither thou goest, i will go; and where thou lodgest, i will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy god my god. _ruth i. ._ quit yourselves like men. _ samuel iv. ._ is saul also among the prophets? _ samuel x. ._ a man after his own heart. _ samuel xiii. ._ david therefore departed thence and escaped to the cave adullam. _ samuel xxii. ._ tell it not in gath; publish it not in the streets of askelon. _ samuel i. ._ saul and jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided. _ samuel i. ._ how are the mighty fallen! _ samuel i. ._ thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. _ samuel i. ._ abner . . . smote him under the fifth rib. _ samuel ii. ._ tarry at jericho until your beards be grown. _ samuel x. ._ thou art the man. _ samuel xii. ._ as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. _ samuel xiv. ._ they were wont to speak in old time, saying, they shall surely ask counsel at abel: and so they ended the matter. _ samuel xx. ._ the sweet psalmist of israel. _ samuel xxiii. ._ so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.[ - ] _ kings vi. ._ a proverb and a byword. _ kings ix. ._ i have commanded a widow woman there to sustain thee. _ kings xvii. ._ an handful of meal in a barrel, and a little oil in a cruse. _ kings xvii. ._ and the barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail. _ kings xvii. ._ how long halt ye between two opinions? _ kings xviii. ._ there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand. _ kings xviii. ._ a still, small voice. _ kings xix. ._ let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth it off. _ kings xx. ._ death in the pot. _ kings iv. ._ is thy servant a dog, that he should do this great thing? _ kings viii. ._ like the driving of jehu, the son of nimshi: for he driveth furiously. _ kings ix. ._ one that feared god and eschewed evil. _job i. ._ satan came also. _job i. ._ the lord gave, and the lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the lord. _job i. ._ all that a man hath will he give for his life. _job ii. ._ there the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest. _job iii. ._ night, when deep sleep falleth on men. _job iv. ; xxxiii. ._ man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward. _job v. ._ he taketh the wise in their own craftiness. _job v. ._ thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season. _job v. ._ how forcible are right words! _job vi. ._ my days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle. _job vii. ._ he shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.[ - ] _job vii. _; cf. _xvi. ._ i would not live alway. _job vii. ._ the land of darkness and the shadow of death. _job x. ._ clearer than the noonday. _job xi. ._ wisdom shall die with you. _job xii. ._ speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee. _job xii. ._ man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. _job xvi. ._ miserable comforters are ye all. _job xvi. ._ the king of terrors. _job xviii. ._ i am escaped with the skin of my teeth. _job xix. ._ oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book! _job xix. ._ seeing the root of the matter is found in me. _job xix. ._ though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, though he hide it under his tongue. _job xx. ._ the land of the living. _job xxviii. ._ the price of wisdom is above rubies. _job xxviii. ._ when the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me. _job xxix. ._ i caused the widow's heart to sing for joy. _job xxix. ._ i was eyes to the blind, and feet was i to the lame. _job xxix. ._ the house appointed for all living. _job xxx. ._ my desire is . . . that mine adversary had written a book. _job xxxi. ._ great men are not always wise. _job xxxii. ._ he multiplieth words without knowledge. _job xxxv. ._ fair weather cometh out of the north. _job xxxvii. ._ who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? _job xxxviii. ._ the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of god shouted for joy. _job xxxviii. ._ hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves be stayed. _job xxxviii. ._ canst thou bind the sweet influences of pleiades, or loose the bands of orion? _job xxxviii. ._ canst thou guide arcturus with his sons? _job xxxviii. ._ he smelleth the battle afar off. _job xxxix. ._ canst thou draw out leviathan with an hook? _job xli. ._ hard as a piece of the nether millstone. _job xli. ._ he maketh the deep to boil like a pot. _job xli. ._ i have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear; but now mine eye seeth thee. _job xlii. ._ his leaf also shall not wither. _psalm i. ._ lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us. _psalm iv. ._ out of the mouth of babes[ - ] and sucklings. _psalm viii. ._ thou hast made him a little lower than the angels.[ - ] _psalm viii. ._ the fool hath said in his heart, there is no god. _psalm xiv. ; liii. ._ he that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not. _psalm xv. ._ the lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places;[ - ] yea, i have a goodly heritage. _psalm xvi. ._ keep me as the apple of the eye,[ - ] hide me under the shadow of thy wings. _psalm xvii. ._ the sorrows of death compassed me. _psalm xviii. ._ he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.[ - ] _psalm xviii. ._ the heavens declare the glory of god; and the firmament showeth his handiwork. _psalm xix. ._ day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night showeth knowledge.[ - ] _psalm xix. ._ and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof. _psalm xix. ._ sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb. _psalm xix. ._ i may tell all my bones. _psalm xxii. ._ he maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.[ - ] _psalm xxiii. ._ thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.[ - ] _psalm xxiii. ._ my cup runneth over.[ - ] _psalm xxiii. ._ from the strife of tongues. _psalm xxxi. ._ he fashioneth their hearts alike.[ - ] _psalm xxxiii. ._ keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile. _psalm xxxiv. ._ i have been young, and now am old; yet have i not seen[ - ] the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. _psalm xxxvii. ._ spreading[ - ] himself like a green bay-tree. _psalm xxxvii. ._ mark the perfect man, and behold the upright. _psalm xxxvii. ._ while i was musing the fire burned.[ - ] _psalm xxxix. ._ lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that i may know how frail i am.[ - ] _psalm xxxix. ._ every man at his best state is altogether vanity.[ - ] _psalm xxxix. ._ he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not[ - ] who shall gather them. _psalm xxxix. ._ blessed is he that considereth the poor. _psalm xli. ._ as the hart panteth after the water-brooks.[ - ] _psalm xlii. ._ deep calleth unto deep.[ - ] _psalm xlii. ._ my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. _psalm xlv. ._ god is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.[ - ] _psalm xlvi. ._ beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is mount zion,[ - ] . . . the city of the great king. _psalm xlviii. ._ man being in honour abideth not; he is like the beasts that perish.[ - ] _psalm xlix. , ._ the cattle upon a thousand hills. _psalm l. ._ oh that i had wings like a dove! _psalm lv. ._ we took sweet counsel together. _psalm lv. ._ but it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide, and mine acquaintance.[ - ] _psalm lv. ._ the words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart.[ - ] _psalm lv. ._ my heart is fixed. _psalm lvii. ._ they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.[ - ] _psalm lviii. , ._ vain is the help of man. _psalm lx. ; cviii. ._ surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance they are altogether lighter than vanity.[ - ] _psalm lxii. ._ he shall come down like rain upon the mown grass.[ - ] _psalm lxxii. ._ his enemies shall lick the dust. _psalm lxxii. ._ as a dream when one awaketh. _psalm lxxiii. ._ promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from[ - ] the south. _psalm lxxv. ._ he putteth down one and setteth up another. _psalm lxxv. ._ they go from strength to strength. _psalm lxxxiv. ._ a day[ - ] in thy courts is better than a thousand. i had rather be a door-keeper in the house of my god than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.[ - ] _psalm lxxxiv. ._ mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other. _psalm lxxxv. ._ a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past,[ - ] and as a watch in the night. _psalm xc. ._ we spend our years as a tale that is told.[ - ] _psalm xc. ._ the days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.[ - ] _psalm xc. ._ so teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. _psalm xc. ._ establish thou the work of our hands upon us: yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.[ - ] _psalm xc. ._ i will say of the lord, he is my refuge and my fortress: my god; in him will i trust.[ - ] _psalm xci. ._ nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for . . . the destruction that wasteth at noonday.[ - ] _psalm xci. ._ the righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree: he shall grow like a cedar in lebanon.[ - ] _psalm xcii. ._ the noise of many waters. _psalm xciii. ._ the lord reigneth; let the earth rejoice.[ - ] _psalm xcvii. ._ as for man his days are as grass; as a flower of the field so he flourisheth.[ - ] _psalm ciii. ._ the wind passeth over it, and it is gone;[ - ] and the place thereof shall know it no more. _psalm ciii. ._ wine that maketh glad the heart of man. _psalm civ. ._ man goeth forth unto his work[ - ] and to his labour until the evening. _psalm civ. ._ they that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters.[ - ] _psalm cvii. ._ at their wits' end. _psalm cvii. ._ thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning: thou hast the dew of thy youth.[ - ] _psalm cx. ._ i said in my haste, all men are liars. _psalm cxvi. ._ precious[ - ] in the sight of the lord is the death of his saints. _psalm cxvi. ._ the stone which the builders refused is become the head stone of the corner.[ - ] _psalm cxviii. ._ i have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy testimonies are my meditations.[ - ] _psalm cxix. ._ a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.[ - ] _psalm cxix. ._ the sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.[ - ] _psalm cxxi. ._ peace be within thy walls, and prosperity[ - ] within thy palaces. _psalm cxxii. ._ he giveth his beloved sleep. _psalm cxxvii. ._ happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them. _psalm cxxvii. ._ thy children like olive plants[ - ] round about thy table. _psalm cxxviii. ._ i will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids.[ - ] _psalm cxxxii. ; proverbs vi. ._ behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethren[ - ] to dwell together in unity. _psalm cxxxiii. ._ we hanged our harps upon the willows.[ - ] _psalm cxxxvii. ._ if i forget thee, o jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. _psalm cxxxvii. ._ if i take the wings of the morning, and dwell[ - ] in the uttermost parts of the sea. _psalm cxxxix. ._ i am fearfully and wonderfully made.[ - ] _psalm cxxxix. ._ put not your trust in princes. _psalm cxlvi. ._ my son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not. _proverbs i. ._ wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the street. _proverbs i. ._ length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honour. _proverbs iii. ._ her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. _proverbs iii. ._ wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom; and with all thy getting get understanding. _proverbs iv. ._ the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day. _proverbs iv. ._ go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise. _proverbs vi. ._ yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep. _proverbs vi. ; xxiv. ._ so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man. _proverbs vi. ._ can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned? _proverbs vi. ._ as an ox goeth to the slaughter. _proverbs vii. ; jeremiah xi. ._ wisdom is better than rubies. _proverbs viii. ._ stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant. _proverbs ix. ._ he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell. _proverbs ix. ._ a wise son maketh a glad father. _proverbs x. ._ the memory of the just is blessed. _proverbs x. ._ the destruction of the poor is their poverty. _proverbs x. ._ in the multitude of counsellors there is safety. _proverbs xi. ; xxiv. ._ he that is surety for a stranger shall smart for it. _proverbs xi. ._ as a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion. _proverbs xi. ._ the liberal soul shall be made fat. _proverbs xi. ._ a righteous man regardeth the life of his beast; but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel. _proverbs xii. ._ hope deferred maketh the heart sick. _proverbs xiii. ._ the way of transgressors is hard. _proverbs xiii. ._ he that spareth his rod hateth his son. _proverbs xiii. ._ fools make a mock at sin. _proverbs xiv. ._ the heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy. _proverbs xiv. ._ the prudent man looketh well to his going. _proverbs xiv. ._ the talk of the lips tendeth only to penury. _proverbs xiv. ._ the righteous hath hope in his death. _proverbs xiv. ._ righteousness exalteth a nation. _proverbs xiv. ._ a soft answer turneth away wrath. _proverbs xv. ._ a merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance. _proverbs xv. ._ he that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast. _proverbs xv. ._ better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. _proverbs xv. ._ a word spoken in due season, how good is it! _proverbs xv. ._ a man's heart deviseth his way; but the lord directeth his steps. _proverbs xvi. ._ pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. _proverbs xvi. ._ the hoary head is a crown of glory. _proverbs xvi. ._ he that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city. _proverbs xvi. ._ the lot is cast into the lap; but the whole disposing thereof is of the lord. _proverbs xvi. ._ a gift is as a precious stone in the eyes of him that hath it. _proverbs xvii. ._ he that repeateth a matter separateth very friends. _proverbs xvii. ._ a merry heart doeth good like a medicine. _proverbs xvii. ._ the eyes of a fool are in the ends of the earth. _proverbs xvii. ._ he that hath knowledge spareth his words. _proverbs xvii. ._ even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise. _proverbs xvii. ._ a wounded spirit who can bear? _proverbs xviii. ._ whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing. _proverbs xviii. ._ a man that hath friends must show himself friendly; and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother. _proverbs xviii. ._ he that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the lord. _proverbs xix. ._ wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging. _proverbs xx. ._ every fool will be meddling. _proverbs xx. ._ the hearing ear and the seeing eye. _proverbs xx. ._ it is naught, it is naught, saith the buyer; but when he is gone his way, then he boasteth. _proverbs xx. ._ it is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop than with a brawling woman in a wide house. _proverbs xxi. ._ a good name is rather to be chosen than great riches. _proverbs xxii. ._ train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart from it. _proverbs xxii. ._ the borrower is servant to the lender. _proverbs xxii. ._ remove not the ancient landmark. _proverbs xxii. ; xxiii. ._ seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand before kings; he shall not stand before mean men. _proverbs xxii. ._ put a knife to thy throat, if thou be a man given to appetite. _proverbs xxiii. ._ riches certainly make themselves wings. _proverbs xxiii. ._ as he thinketh in his heart, so is he. _proverbs xxiii. ._ drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags. _proverbs xxiii. ._ look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup; . . . at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder. _proverbs xxiii. , ._ a wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength. _proverbs xxiv. ._ if thou faint in the day of adversity thy strength is small. _proverbs xxiv. ._ a word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. _proverbs xxv. ._ heap coals of fire upon his head. _proverbs xxv. ._ as cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country. _proverbs xxv. ._ as the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse causeless shall not come. _proverbs xxvi. ._ answer a fool according to his folly. _proverbs xxvi. ._ seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him. _proverbs xxvi. ._ there is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets. _proverbs xxvi. ._ wiser in his own conceit than seven men that can render a reason. _proverbs xxvi. ._ whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein. _proverbs xxvi. ._ boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth. _proverbs xxvii. ._ open rebuke is better than secret love. _proverbs xxvii. ._ faithful are the wounds of a friend. _proverbs xxvii. ._ a continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike. _proverbs xxvii. ._ iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend. _proverbs xxvii. ._ though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mortar among wheat with a pestle, yet will not his foolishness depart from him. _proverbs xxvii. ._ the wicked flee when no man pursueth; but the righteous are bold as a lion. _proverbs xxviii. ._ he that maketh haste to be rich shall not be innocent. _proverbs xxviii. ._ where there is no vision, the people perish. _proverbs xxix. ._ give me neither poverty nor riches. _proverbs xxx. ._ the horseleech hath two daughters, crying, give, give. _proverbs xxx. ._ in her tongue is the law of kindness. _proverbs xxxi. ._ she looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. _proverbs xxxi. ._ her children arise up and call her blessed. _proverbs xxxi. ._ many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. _proverbs xxxi. ._ favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain. _proverbs xxxi. ._ vanity of vanities, . . . all is vanity. _ecclesiastes i. ; xii. ._ one generation passeth away, and another generation cometh. _ecclesiastes i. ._ the eye is not satisfied with seeing. _ecclesiastes i. ._ there is no new thing under the sun. _ecclesiastes i. ._ is there anything whereof it may be said, see, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.[ - ] _ecclesiastes i. ._ all is vanity and vexation of spirit. _ecclesiastes i. ._ he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow. _ecclesiastes i. ._ one event happeneth to them all. _ecclesiastes ii. ._ to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. _ecclesiastes iii. ._ a threefold cord is not quickly broken. _ecclesiastes iv. ._ let thy words be few. _ecclesiastes v. ._ better is it that thou shouldest not vow, than that thou shouldest vow and not pay. _ecclesiastes v. ._ the sleep of a labouring man is sweet. _ecclesiastes v. ._ a good name is better than precious ointment. _ecclesiastes vii. ._ it is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting. _ecclesiastes vii. ._ as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of a fool. _ecclesiastes vii. ._ in the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider. _ecclesiastes vii. ._ be not righteous overmuch. _ecclesiastes vii. ._ one man among a thousand have i found; but a woman among all those have i not found. _ecclesiastes vii. ._ god hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions. _ecclesiastes vii. ._ there is no discharge in that war. _ecclesiastes viii. ._ to eat, and to drink, and to be merry. _ecclesiastes viii. ; luke xii. ._ a living dog is better than a dead lion. _ecclesiastes ix. ._ whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might. _ecclesiastes ix. ._ the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong. _ecclesiastes ix. ._ a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter. _ecclesiastes ix. ._ cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days. _ecclesiastes xi. ._ in the place where the tree falleth, there it shall be. _ecclesiastes xi. ._ he that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap. _ecclesiastes xi. ._ in the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand. _ecclesiastes xi. ._ truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun. _ecclesiastes xi. ._ rejoice, o young man, in thy youth. _ecclesiastes xi. ._ remember now thy creator in the days of thy youth. _ecclesiastes xii. ._ the grinders cease because they are few. _ecclesiastes xii. ._ the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets. _ecclesiastes xii. ._ or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. _ecclesiastes xii. ._ then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto god who gave it. _ecclesiastes xii. ._ the words of the wise are as goads, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies. _ecclesiastes xii. ._ of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh. _ecclesiastes xii. ._ let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: fear god, and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man. _ecclesiastes xii. ._ for, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. _the song of solomon ii. , ._ the little foxes, that spoil the vines. _the song of solomon ii. ._ terrible as an army with banners. _the song of solomon vi. , ._ like the best wine, . . . that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. _the song of solomon vii. ._ love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave. _the song of solomon viii. ._ many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it. _the song of solomon viii. ._ the ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib. _isaiah i. ._ the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. _isaiah i. ._ as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers. _isaiah i. ._ they shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. _isaiah ii. ; micah iv. ._ in that day a man shall cast his idols . . . to the moles and to the bats. _isaiah ii. ._ cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils. _isaiah ii. ._ the stay and the staff, the whole stay of bread, and the whole stay of water. _isaiah iii. ._ grind the faces of the poor. _isaiah iii. ._ walk with stretched-forth necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go. _isaiah iii. ._ in that day seven women shall take hold of one man. _isaiah iv. ._ woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil. _isaiah v. ._ i am a man of unclean lips. _isaiah vi. ._ the lord shall hiss for the fly that is in the uttermost parts of the rivers of egypt. _isaiah vii. ._ wizards that peep and that mutter. _isaiah viii. ._ to the law and to the testimony. _isaiah viii. ._ the ancient and honorable. _isaiah ix. ._ the spirit of the lord shall rest upon him, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the lord. _isaiah xi. ._ the wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid. _isaiah xi. ._ hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming. _isaiah xiv. ._ how art thou fallen from heaven, o lucifer, son of the morning! _isaiah xiv. ._ the burden of the desert of the sea. _isaiah xxi. ._ babylon is fallen, is fallen. _isaiah xxi. ._ watchman, what of the night? _isaiah xxi. ._ let us eat and drink; for to-morrow we shall die. _isaiah xxii. ._ fasten him as a nail in a sure place. _isaiah xxii. ._ whose merchants are princes. _isaiah xxiii. ._ a feast of fat things. _isaiah xxv. ._ for precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little. _isaiah xxviii. ._ we have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement. _isaiah xxviii. ._ their strength is to sit still. _isaiah xxx. ._ now go, write it before them in a table, and note it in a book. _isaiah xxx. ._ the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. _isaiah xxxv. ._ thou trustest in the staff of this broken reed. _isaiah xxxvi. ._ set thine house in order. _isaiah xxxviii. ._ all flesh is grass. _isaiah xl. ._ the nations are as a drop of a bucket. _isaiah xl. ._ a bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench. _isaiah xlii. ._ there is no peace, saith the lord, unto the wicked. _isaiah xlviii. ._ he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter. _isaiah liii. ._ let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts. _isaiah lv. ._ a little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation. _isaiah lx. ._ give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. _isaiah lxi. ._ i have trodden the wine-press alone. _isaiah lxiii. ._ we all do fade as a leaf. _isaiah lxiv. ._ peace, peace; when there is no peace. _jeremiah vi. ; viii. ._ stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein.[ - ] _jeremiah vi. ._ amend your ways and your doings. _jeremiah vii. ; xxvi. ._ is there no balm in gilead? is there no physician there? _jeremiah viii. ._ oh that i had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men! _jeremiah ix. ._ can the ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? _jeremiah xiii. ._ a man of strife and a man of contention. _jeremiah xv. ._ written with a pen of iron, and with the point of a diamond. _jeremiah xvii. ._ he shall be buried with the burial of an ass. _jeremiah xxii. ._ as if a wheel had been in the midst of a wheel. _ezekiel x. ._ the fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge. _ezekiel xviii. _; (_jeremiah xxxi. ._) stood at the parting of the way. _ezekiel xxi. ._ thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting. _daniel v. ._ according to the law of the medes and persians. _daniel vi. ._ many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased. _daniel xii. ._ they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. _hosea viii. ._ i have multiplied visions, and used similitudes. _hosea viii. ._ your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. _joel ii. ._ multitudes in the valley of decision. _joel iii. ._ they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig-tree. _micah iv. ._ write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. _habakkuk ii. ._ your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live forever? _zechariah i. ._ for who hath despised the day of small things? _zechariah iv. ._ prisoners of hope. _zechariah ix. ._ i was wounded in the house of my friends. _zechariah xiii. ._ but unto you that fear my name shall the sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings. _malachi iv. ._ great is truth, and mighty above all things.[ - ] _ esdras iv. ._ unto you is paradise opened. _ esdras viii. ._ i shall light a candle of understanding in thine heart, which shall not be put out. _ esdras xiv. ._ so they [azarias and tobias] went forth both, and the young man's dog went with them. _tobit v. ._ so they went their way, and the dog went after them. _tobit xi. ._ our time is a very shadow that passeth away. _wisdom of solomon ii. ._ let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they be withered. _wisdom of solomon ii. ._ wisdom is the gray hair unto men, and an unspotted life is old age. _wisdom of solomon iv. ._ when i was born i drew in the common air, and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature, and the first voice which i uttered was crying, as all others do.[ - ] _wisdom of solomon vii. ._ observe the opportunity. _ecclesiasticus iv. ._ be not ignorant of anything in a great matter or a small. _ecclesiasticus v. ._ whatsoever thou takest in hand, remember the end, and thou shalt never do amiss. _ecclesiasticus vii. ._ miss not the discourse of the elders. _ecclesiasticus viii. ._ forsake not an old friend, for the new is not comparable unto him. a new friend is as new wine: when it is old thou shalt drink it with pleasure. _ecclesiasticus ix. ._ he that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith. _ecclesiasticus xiii. ._ he will laugh thee to scorn. _ecclesiasticus xiii. ._ gladness of heart is the life of man, and the joyfulness of a man prolongeth his days. _ecclesiasticus xxx. ._ consider that i laboured not for myself only, but for all them that seek learning. _ecclesiasticus xxxiii. ._ for of the most high cometh healing. _ecclesiasticus xxxviii. ._ whose talk is of bullocks. _ecclesiasticus xxxviii. ._ these were honoured in their generations, and were the glory of the times. _ecclesiasticus xliv. ._ there be of them that have left a name behind them. _ecclesiasticus xliv. ._ nicanor lay dead in his harness. _ maccabees xv. ._ if i have done well, and as is fitting, . . . it is that which i desired; but if slenderly and meanly, it is that which i could attain unto. _ maccabees xv. ._ footnotes: [ - ] see cowper, page . [ - ] the place thereof shall know it no more.--_psalm ciii. ._ usually quoted, "the place that has known him shall know him no more." [ - ] of very babes.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] thou madest him lower than.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] the lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] apple of an eye.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] he rode upon the cherubim, and did fly; he came flying upon the wings of the wind.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] one day telleth another; and one night certifieth another.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] he shall feed me in a green pasture, and lead me forth beside the waters of comfort.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] thy rod and thy staff comfort me.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] my cup shall be full.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] he fashioneth all the hearts of them.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] and yet saw i never . . . begging their bread.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] flourishing.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] while i was thus musing the fire kindled.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] lord, let me know my end, and the number of my days, that i may be certified how long i have to live.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] every man living is altogether vanity.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] and cannot tell.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] as the hart desireth the water-brooks.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] one deep calleth another.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] god is our hope and strength.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] the hill of sion is a fair place, and the joy of the whole earth.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] nevertheless, man will not abide in honour, seeing he may be compared unto the beasts that perish.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] but it was even thou, my companion, my guide, and mine own familiar friend.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] the words of his mouth were softer than butter, having war in his heart.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] like the deaf adder, that stoppeth her ears; which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer, charm he never so wisely.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] as for the children of men, they are but vanity: the children of men are deceitful upon the weights; they are altogether lighter than vanity itself.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] he shall come down like the rain into a fleece of wool.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] nor yet.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] one day in thy courts.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] ungodliness.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] seeing that is past.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] we bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] the days of our age are threescore years and ten; and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years, yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] prosper thou the work of our hands upon us; oh prosper thou our handiwork.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] i will say unto the lord, thou art my hope and my stronghold; my god, in him will i trust.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] for the pestilence that walketh in darkness, nor for the sickness that destroyeth in the noonday.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] like a palm-tree, and shall spread abroad like a cedar in libanus.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] the lord is king; the earth may be glad thereof.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] the days of man are but as grass; for he flourisheth as a flower of the field.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] for as soon as the wind goeth over it, it is gone.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] to his work.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] and occupy their business.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] in the day of thy power shall the people offer thee free-will-offerings with an holy worship: the dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] right dear.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] the same stone which the builders refused is become the head stone in the corner.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] i have more understanding than my teachers: for thy testimonies are my study.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] a lantern unto my feet, and a light unto my paths.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] the sun shall not burn thee by day, neither the moon by night.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] plenteousness.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] like the olive branches.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] i will not suffer mine eyes to sleep, nor mine eyes to slumber.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] how good and joyful a thing it is, brethren.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] as for our harps, we hanged them up upon the trees.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] and remain.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] though i be made secretly, and fashioned beneath in the earth.--_book of common prayer._ [ - ] see terence, page . [ - ] stare super vias antiquas.--_the vulgate._ [ - ] magna est veritas et prævalet--_the vulgate._ usually quoted "magna est veritas et prævalebit." [ - ] see pliny, page . new testament. rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not. _matthew ii. ; jeremiah xxxi. _. man shall not live by bread alone. _matthew iv. ; deuteronomy viii. _. ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? _matthew v. ._ ye are the light of the world. a city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. _matthew v. ._ ye have heard that it have been said, thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. _matthew v. ._ take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them. _matthew vi. ._ when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth. _matthew vi. ._ they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. _matthew vi. ._ lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven. _matthew vi. ._ where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. _matthew vi. ._ the light of the body is the eye. _matthew vi. ._ ye cannot serve god and mammon. _matthew vi. ._ take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink. _matthew vi. ._ consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. _matthew vi. ._ take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. _matthew vi. ._ neither cast ye your pearls before swine. _matthew vii. ._ ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. _matthew vii. ._ every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth. _matthew vii. ._ or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? _matthew vii. ._ therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets. _matthew vii. ._ wide is the gate and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction. _matthew vii. ._ strait is the gate and narrow is the way. _matthew vii. ._ by their fruits ye shall know them. _matthew vii. ._ it was founded upon a rock. _matthew vii. ._ the foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the son of man hath not where to lay his head. _matthew viii. ._ the harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few. _matthew ix. ._ be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. _matthew x. ._ the very hairs of your head are all numbered. _matthew x. ._ wisdom is justified of her children. _matthew xi. ; luke vii. _. the tree is known by his fruit. _matthew xii. ._ out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh. _matthew xii. ._ pearl of great price. _matthew xiii. ._ a prophet is not without honour, save in his own country and in his own house. _matthew xiii. ._ be of good cheer: it is i; be not afraid. _matthew xiv. ._ if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch. _matthew xv. ._ the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table. _matthew xv. ._ when it is evening, ye say it will be fair weather: for the sky is red. _matthew xvi. ._ the signs of the times. _matthew xvi. ._ get thee behind me, satan. _matthew xvi. ._ what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? _matthew xvi. ._ it is good for us to be here. _matthew xvii. ._ what therefore god hath joined together, let not man put asunder. _matthew xix. ._ love thy neighbour as thyself. _matthew xix. ._ it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of god. _matthew xix. ._ borne the burden and heat of the day. _matthew xx. ._ is it not lawful for me to do what i will with mine own? _matthew xx. ._ for many are called, but few are chosen. _matthew xxii. ._ they made light of it. _matthew xxii. ._ render therefore unto cæsar the things which are cæsar's. _matthew xxii. ._ woe unto you, . . . for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin. _matthew xxiii. ._ blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel. _matthew xxiii. ._ whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones. _matthew xxiii. ._ as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings. _matthew xxiii. ._ wars and rumours of wars. _matthew xxiv. ._ the end is not yet. _matthew xxiv. ._ wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered together. _matthew xxiv. ._ abomination of desolation. _matthew xxiv. ; mark xiii. _. unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance; but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath. _matthew xxv. ._ the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. _matthew xxvi. ._ the sabbath was made for man, and not man for the sabbath. _mark ii. ._ if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand. _mark iii. ._ he that hath ears to hear, let him hear. _mark iv. ._ my name is legion. _mark v. ._ my little daughter lieth at the point of death. _mark v. ._ clothed, and in his right mind. _mark v. ; luke viii. _. where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched. _mark ix. ._ glory to god in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. _luke ii. ._ the axe is laid unto the root of the trees. _luke iii. ._ physician, heal thyself. _luke iv. ._ woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you! _luke vi. ._ nothing is secret which shall not be made manifest. _luke viii. ._ peace be to this house. _luke x. ._ the labourer is worthy of his hire. _luke x. ; timothy v. _. go, and do thou likewise. _luke x. ._ but one thing is needful; and mary hath chosen that good part which shall not be taken away from her. _luke x. ._ he that is not with me is against me. _luke xi. ._ soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry. _luke xii. ._ let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning. _luke xii. ._ which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first, and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it. _luke xiv. ._ the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light. _luke xvi. ._ it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea. _luke xvii. ._ remember lot's wife. _luke xvii. ._ out of thine own mouth will i judge thee. _luke xix. ._ if they do these things in a green tree, what shall be done in the dry? _luke xxiii. ._ he was a good man, and a just. _luke xxiii. ._ did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us? _luke xxiv. ._ the true light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world. _john i. ._ can there any good thing come out of nazareth? _john i. ._ the wind bloweth where it listeth. _john iii. ._ he was a burning and a shining light. _john v. ._ gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost. _john vi. ._ judge not according to the appearance. _john vii. ._ the truth shall make you free. _john viii. ._ there is no truth in him. _john viii. ._ the night cometh when no man can work. _john ix. ._ the poor always ye have with you. _john xii. ._ walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you. _john xii. ._ let not your heart be troubled. _john xiv. ._ in my father's house are many mansions. _john xiv. ._ greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. _john xv. ._ thy money perish with thee. _acts viii. ._ it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks. _acts ix. ._ now there was at joppa a certain disciple named tabitha, which by interpretation is called dorcas: this woman was full of good works and almsdeeds which she did. _acts ix. ._ lewd fellows of the baser sort. _acts xvii. ._ great is diana of the ephesians. _acts xix. ._ the law is open. _acts xix. ._ it is more blessed to give than to receive. _acts xx. ._ brought up in this city at the feet of gamaliel. _acts xxii. ._ when i have a convenient season, i will call for thee. _acts xxiv. ._ i appeal unto cæsar. _acts xxx. ._ words of truth and soberness. _acts xxvi. ._ for this thing was not done in a corner. _acts xxvi. ._ almost thou persuadest me to be a christian. _acts xxvi. ._ there is no respect of persons with god. _romans ii. ._ fear of god before their eyes. _romans ii. ._ god forbid. _romans ii. ._ who against hope believed in hope. _romans iv. ._ speak after the manner of men. _romans vi. ._ the wages of sin is death. _romans vi. ._ for the good that i would i do not; but the evil which i would not, that i do. _romans viii. ._ all things work together for good to them that love god. _romans viii. ._ hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour? _romans ix. ._ a zeal of god, but not according to knowledge. _romans x. ._ given to hospitality. _romans xii. ._ be not wise in your own conceits. _romans xii. ._ recompense to no man evil for evil. provide things honest in the sight of all men. _romans xii. ._ if it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men. _romans xii. ._ if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. _romans xii. ._ be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good. _romans xii. ._ the powers that be are ordained of god. _romans xiii. ._ render therefore to all their dues. _romans xiii. ._ owe no man anything, but to love one another. _romans xiii. ._ love is the fulfilling of the law. _romans xiii. ._ let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind. _romans xiv. ._ god hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and god hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things that are mighty. _ corinthians i. ._ i have planted, apollos watered; but god gave the increase. _ corinthians iii. ._ every man's work shall be made manifest. _ corinthians iii. ._ not to think of men above that which is written.[ - ] _ corinthians iv. ._ absent in body, but present in spirit. _ corinthians v. ._ the fashion of this world passeth away. _ corinthians vii. ._ i am made all things to all men. _ corinthians ix. ._ let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall. _ corinthians x. ._ though i speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, i am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. _ corinthians xiii. ._ though i have all faith, so that i could remove mountains, and have not charity, i am nothing. _ corinthians xiii. ._ charity suffereth long and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up. _ corinthians xiii. ._ we know in part, and we prophesy in part. _ corinthians xiii. ._ when i was a child, i spake as a child. . . . when i became a man, i put away childish things. _ corinthians xiii. ._ now we see through a glass, darkly. _ corinthians xiii. ._ and now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. _ corinthians xiii. ._ if the trumpet give an uncertain sound. _ corinthians xiv. ._ let all things be done decently and in order. _ corinthians xiv. ._ evil communications corrupt good manners.[ - ] _ corinthians xv. ._ the first man is of the earth, earthy. _ corinthians xv. ._ in the twinkling of an eye. _ corinthians xv. ._ o death, where is thy sting? o grave, where is thy victory? _ corinthians xv. ._ not of the letter, but of the spirit; for the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life. _ corinthians iii. ._ we have such hope, we use great plainness of speech. _ corinthians iii. ._ we walk by faith, not by sight. _ corinthians v. ._ now is the accepted time. _ corinthians vi. ._ by evil report and good report. _ corinthians vi. ._ as having nothing, and yet possessing all things. _ corinthians vi. ._ though i be rude in speech. _ corinthians xi. ._ forty stripes save one. _ corinthians xi. ._ a thorn in the flesh. _ corinthians xii. ._ strength is made perfect in weakness. _ corinthians xii. ._ the right hands of fellowship. _galatians ii. ._ weak and beggarly elements. _galatians iv. ._ it is good to be zealously affected always in a good thing. _galatians iv. ._ ye are fallen from grace. _galatians v. ._ a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump. _galatians v. ._ every man shall bear his own burden. _galatians vi. ._ whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. _galatians vi. ._ middle wall of partition. _ephesians ii. ._ carried about with every wind of doctrine. _ephesians iv. ._ speak every man truth with his neighbour. _ephesians iv. ._ be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath. _ephesians iv. ._ to live is christ, and to die is gain. _philippians i. ._ whose god is their belly, and whose glory is in their shame. _philippians iii. ._ the peace of god, which passeth all understanding. _philippians iv. ._ whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report: if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. _philippians iv. ._ i have learned, in whatsoever state i am, therewith to be content. _philippians iv. ._ touch not; taste not; handle not. _colossians ii. ._ set your affections on things above, not on things on the earth. _colossians iii. ._ let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt. _colossians iv. ._ labour of love. _ thessalonians i. ._ study to be quiet. _ thessalonians iv. ._ prove all things; hold fast that which is good. _ thessalonians v. ._ the law is good, if a man use it lawfully. _ timothy i. ._ not greedy of filthy lucre. _ timothy iii. ._ he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel. _ timothy v. ._ busybodies, speaking things which they ought not. _ timothy v. ._ drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake. _ timothy v. ._ the love of money is the root of all evil. _ timothy vi. ._ fight the good fight. _ timothy vi. ._ rich in good works. _ timothy vi. ._ science falsely so called. _ timothy vi. ._ a workman that needeth not to be ashamed. _ timothy ii. ._ i have fought a good fight, i have finished my course, i have kept the faith. _ timothy iv. ._ unto the pure all things are pure. _titus i. ._ such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat. _hebrews v. ._ every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of righteousness: for he is a babe. _hebrews v. ._ strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age. _hebrews v. ._ if god be for us, who can be against us. _hebrews viii. ._ faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. _hebrews xi. ._ of whom the world was not worthy. _hebrews xi. ._ a cloud of witnesses. _hebrews xii. ._ whom the lord loveth he chasteneth. _hebrews xii. ._ the spirits of just men made perfect. _hebrews xii. ._ be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. _hebrews xiii. ._ yesterday, and to-day, and forever. _hebrews xiii. ._ blessed is the man that endureth temptation; for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life. _james i. ._ be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath. _james i. ._ how great a matter a little fire kindleth! _james iii. ._ the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil.[ - ] _james iii. ._ resist the devil, and he will flee from you. _james iv. ._ hope to the end. _ peter i. ._ fear god. honour the king. _ peter ii. ._ ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. _ peter iii. ._ giving honour unto the wife as unto the weaker vessel. _ peter iii. ._ be ye all of one mind. _ peter iii. ._ charity shall cover the multitude of sins. _ peter iv. ._ be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary, the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour. _ peter v. ._ and the day star arise in your hearts. _ peter i. ._ the dog is turned to his own vomit again. _ peter ii. ._ bowels of compassion. _ john iii. ._ there is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear. _ john iv. ._ be thou faithful unto death. _revelation ii. ._ he shall rule them with a rod of iron. _revelation ii. ._ all nations and kindreds and tongues. _revelation vii. ._ i am alpha and omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. _revelation xxii. ._ footnotes: [ - ] usually quoted, "to be wise above that which is written." [ - ] phtheirousin êthê chrêsth' omiliai kakai.--menander ( b. c.). (dübner's edition of his "fragments," appended to aristophanes in didot's bibliotheca græca, p. , line .) [ - ] usually quoted, "the tongue is an unruly member." book of common prayer. we have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done. _morning prayer._ the noble army of martyrs. _morning prayer._ afflicted, or distressed, in mind, body, or estate. _prayer for all conditions of men._ have mercy upon us miserable sinners. _the litany._ from envy, hatred, and malice, and all uncharitableness. _the litany._ the world, the flesh, and the devil. _the litany._ the kindly fruits of the earth. _the litany._ read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest. _collect for the second sunday in advent._ renounce the devil and all his works. _baptism of infants._ grant that the old adam in these persons may be so buried, that the new man may be raised up in them. _baptism of those of riper years._ the pomps and vanity of this wicked world. _catechism._ to keep my hands from picking and stealing. _catechism._ to do my duty in that state of life unto which it shall please god to call me. _catechism._ an outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace. _catechism._ let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace. _solemnization of matrimony._ to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part. _solemnization of matrimony._ to love, cherish, and to obey. _solemnization of matrimony._ with this ring i thee wed, with my body i thee worship, and with all my worldly goods i thee endow.[ - ] _solemnization of matrimony._ in the midst of life we are in death.[ - ] _the burial service._ earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection. _the burial service._ whose service is perfect freedom. _collect for peace._ show thy servant the light of thy countenance. _the psalter. psalm xxxi. ._ but it was even thou, my companion, my guide, and mine own familiar friend. _the psalter. psalm lv. ._ men to be of one mind in an house. _the psalter. psalm lxviii. ._ the iron entered into his soul. _the psalter. psalm cv. ._ the dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning. _the psalter. psalm cx. ._ footnotes: [ - ] with this ring i thee wed, and with all my worldly goods i thee endow.--_book of common prayer, according to the use of the protestant episcopal church in america._ [ - ] this is derived from a latin antiphon, said to have been composed by notker, a monk of st. gall, in , while watching some workmen building a bridge at martinsbrücke, in peril of their lives. it forms the ground-work of luther's antiphon "de morte." tate and brady.[ - ] untimely grave. _psalm vii._ and though he promise to his loss, he makes his promise good. _psalm xv. ._ the sweet remembrance of the just shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. _psalm cxii. ._ footnotes: [ - ] nahum tate, - ; nicholas brady, - . appendix. all the brothers were valiant, and all the sisters virtuous. from the inscription on the tomb of the duchess of newcastle in westminster abbey. am i not a man and a brother? from a medallion by wedgwood ( ), representing a negro in chains, with one knee on the ground, and both hands lifted up to heaven. this was adopted as a characteristic seal by the antislavery society of london. anything for a quiet life. title of a play by middleton. art and part. a scotch law-phrase,--an accessory before and after the fact. a man is said to be _art and part_ of a crime when he contrives the manner of the deed, and concurs with and encourages those who commit the crime, although he does not put his own hand to the actual execution of it.--scott: _tales of a grandfather, chap. xxii._ (_execution of morton._) art preservative of all arts. from the inscription upon the façade of the house at harlem formerly occupied by laurent koster (or coster), who is charged, among others, with the invention of printing. mention is first made of this inscription about :-- memoriÆ sacrum typogaraphia ars artium omnium conservatrix. hic primum inventa circa annum mccccxl. as gingerly. chapman: _may day._ shakespeare: _two gentlemen of verona._ be sure you are right, then go ahead. the motto of david crockett in the war of . before you could say jack robinson. this current phrase is said to be derived from a humorous song by hudson, a tobacconist in shoe lane, london. he was a professional song-writer and vocalist, who used to be engaged to sing at supper-rooms and theatrical houses. a warke it ys as easie to be done as tys to saye _jacke! robys on_. halliwell: _archæological dictionary._ (cited from an old play.) begging the question. this is a common logical fallacy, _petitio principii_; and the first explanation of the phrase is to be found in aristotle's "topica," viii. , where the five ways of begging the question are set forth. the earliest english work in which the expression is found is "the arte of logike plainlie set forth in our english tongue, &c." ( .) better to wear out than to rust out. when a friend told bishop cumberland ( - ) he would wear himself out by his incessant application, "it is better," replied the bishop, "to wear out than to rust out."--horne: _sermon on the duty of contending for the truth._ boswell: _tour to the hebrides, p. , note._ beware of a man of one book. when st. thomas aquinas was asked in what manner a man might best become learned, he answered, "by reading one book." the _homo unius libri_ is indeed proverbially formidable to all conversational figurantes.--southey: _the doctor, p. ._ bitter end. this phrase is nearly without meaning as it is used. the true phrase, "better end," is used properly to designate a crisis, or the moment of an extremity. when in a gale a vessel has paid out all her cable, her cable has run out to the "better end,"--the end which is secured within the vessel and little used. robinson crusoe in describing the terrible storm in yarmouth roads says, "we rode with two anchors ahead, and the cables veered out to the better end." cockles of the heart. latham says the most probable explanation of this phrase lies ( ) in the likeness of a heart to a cockleshell,--the base of the former being compared to the hinge of the latter; ( ) in the zoölogical name for the cockle and its congeners being _cardium_, from kardia (heart). castles in the air. this is a proverbial phrase found throughout english literature, the first instance noted being in sir philip sidney's "defence of poesy." consistency, thou art a jewel. this is one of those popular sayings--like "be good, and you will be happy," or "virtue is its own reward"--that, like topsy, "never _was_ born, only jist growed." from the earliest times it has been the popular tendency to call this or that cardinal virtue, or bright and shining excellence, a jewel, by way of emphasis. for example, iago says,-- "_good name_, in man or woman, dear my lord, is the immediate _jewel_ of their souls." shakespeare elsewhere calls _experience_ a "jewel." miranda says her _modesty_ is the "jewel" in her dower; and in "all 's well that ends well," diana terms her _chastity_ the "jewel" of her house.--r. a. wight. o discretion, thou art a jewel!--_the skylark, a collection of well-chosen english songs._ (london, .) the origin of this expression is unknown. some wag of the day allayed public curiosity in regard to its source with the information that it is from the ballad of robin roughhead in murtagh's "collection of ballads ( )." it is needless to say that murtagh is a verbal phantom, and the ballad of robin roughhead first appeared in an american newspaper in . cotton is king; or, slavery in the light of political economy. this is the title of a book by david christy ( ). the expression "cotton is king" was used by james henry hammond in the united states senate, march, . dead as chelsea. to get chelsea: to obtain the benefit of that hospital. "dead as chelsea, by god!" an exclamation uttered by a grenadier at fontenoy, on having his leg carried away by a cannon-ball.--_dictionary of the vulgar tongue_, (quoted by brady, "varieties of literature," ). die in the last ditch. to william of orange may be ascribed this saying. when buckingham urged the inevitable destruction which hung over the united provinces, and asked him whether he did not see that the commonwealth was ruined, "there is one certain means," replied the prince, "by which i can be sure never to see my country's ruin,--i will die in the last ditch."--hume: _history of england._ ( .) drive a coach and six through an act of parliament. macaulay ("history of england," chap. xii.) gives a saying "often in the mouth of stephen rice [afterward chief baron of the exchequer], 'i will drive a coach and six through the act of settlement.'" during good behaviour. that after the said limitation shall take effect, . . . judge's commissions be made _quando se bene gesserit_.--_statutes and william iii. c. , sect. ._ eclipse first, the rest nowhere. declared by captain o'kelley at epsom, may , .--_annals of sporting, vol. ii. p. ._ emerald isle. dr. william drennan ( - ) says this expression was first used in a party song called "erin, to her own tune," written in . the song appears to have been anonymous. era of good feeling. the title of an article in the "boston centinel," july , . eternal vigilance is the price of liberty. it is the common fate of the indolent to see their rights become a prey to the active. the condition upon which god hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime and the punishment of his guilt.--john philpot curran: _speech upon the right of election, ._ (_speeches. dublin, ._) there is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to democracies as against despots. what is it? distrust.--demosthenes: _philippic , sect. ._ fiat justitia ruat coelum. william watson: _decacordon of ten quodlibeticall questions_ ( ). prynne: _fresh discovery of prodigious new wandering-blazing stars_ (second edition, london, ). ward: _simple cobbler of aggawam in america_ ( ). fiat justitia et ruat mundus.--_egerton papers_ ( , p. ). _camden society_ ( ). aikin: _court and times of james i., vol. ii. p. _ ( ). january , , the duke of richmond in a speech before the house of lords used these words: _regnet justitia et ruat coelum._ (old parliamentary history, vol. x. p. .) free soil, free men, free speech, frémont. the republican party rallying cry in . gentle craft. according to brady ("clavis calendaria"), this designation arose from the fact that in an old romance a prince of the name of crispin is made to exercise, in honour of his namesake, saint crispin, the trade of shoemaking. there is a tradition that king edward iv., in one of his disguises, once drank with a party of shoemakers, and pledged them. the story is alluded to in the old play of "george a-greene" ( ):-- marry, because you have drank with the king, and the king hath so graciously pledged you, you shall no more be called shoemakers; but you and yours, to the world's end, shall be called the trade of the gentle craft. gentlemen of the french guard, fire first. lord c. hay at the battle of fontenoy, . to which the comte d'auteroches replied, "sir, we never fire first; please to fire yourselves."--fournier: _l'esprit dans l'histoire._ good as a play. an exclamation of charles ii. when in parliament attending the discussion of lord ross's divorce bill. the king remained in the house of peers while his speech was taken into consideration,--a common practice with him; for the debates amused his sated mind, and were sometimes, he used to say, as good as a comedy.--macaulay: _review of the life and writings of sir william temple._ nullos his mallem ludos spectasse.--horace: _satires, ii. , ._ greatest happiness of the greatest number. that action is best which procures the greatest happiness for the greatest numbers.--hutcheson: _inquiry concerning moral good and evil, sect. ._ ( .) priestley was the first (unless it was beccaria) who taught my lips to pronounce this sacred truth,--that the greatest happiness of the greatest number is the foundation of morals and legislation.--bentham: _works, vol. x. p. ._ the expression is used by beccaria in the introduction to his "essay on crimes and punishments." ( .) hanging of his cat on monday for killing of a mouse on sunday. _drunken barnaby's four journeys_ (edition of , p. ). hobson's choice. tobias hobson (died ) was the first man in england that let out hackney horses. when a man came for a horse he was led into the stable, where there was a great choice, but he obliged him to take the horse which stood next to the stable-door; so that every customer was alike well served according to his chance,--from whence it became a proverb when what ought to be your election was forced upon you, to say, "hobson's choice."--_spectator, no. ._ where to elect there is but one, 't is hobson's choice,--take that or none. thomas ward ( - ): _england's reformation, chap. iv. p. ._ intolerable in almighty god to a black beetle. lord coleridge remarked that maule told him what he said in the "black beetle" matter: "creswell, who had been his pupil, was on the other side in a case where he was counsel, and was very lofty in his manner. maule appealed to the court: 'my lords, we are vertebrate animals, we are mammalia! my learned friend's manner would be intolerable in almighty god to a black beetle.'" (repeated to a member of the legal profession in the united states.) it is a far cry to lochow. lochow and the adjacent districts formed the original seat of the campbells. the expression of "a far cry to lochow" was proverbial. (note to scott's "rob roy," chap. xxix.) lucid interval. bacon: _henry vii._ sidney: _on government, vol. i. chap. ii. sect. ._ fuller: _a pisgah sight of palestine, book iv. chap. ii._ south: _sermon, vol. viii. p. ._ dryden: _macflecknoe._ mathew henry: _commentaries, psalm lxxxviii._ johnson: _life of lyttelton._ burke: _on the french revolution._ nisi suadeat intervallis. bracton: _folio and folio b. register original, a._ mince the matter. cervantes: _don quixote, author's preface._ shakespeare: _othello, act ii. sc. ._ william king: _ulysses and teresias._ months without an r. it is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not an _r_ in their name to eat an oyster.--butler: _dyet's dry dinner._ ( .) nation of shopkeepers. from an oration purporting to have been delivered by samuel adams at the state house in philadelphia, aug. , . (philadelphia, printed; london, reprinted for e. johnson, no. ludgate hill, .) w. v. wells, in his life of adams, says: "no such american edition has ever been seen, but at least four copies are known of the london issue. a german translation of this oration was printed in , perhaps at berne; the place of publication is not given." to found a great empire for the sole purpose of raising up a people of customers may at first sight appear a project fit only for a nation of shopkeepers.--adam smith: _wealth of nations, vol. ii. book iv. chap. vii. part ._ ( .) and what is true of a shopkeeper is true of a shopkeeping nation.--tucker (dean of gloucester): _tract._ ( .) let pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of shopkeepers.--bertrand barÈre. (june , .) new departure. this new page opened in the book of our public expenditures, and this new departure taken, which leads into the bottomless gulf of civil pensions and family gratuities.--t. h. benton: _speech in the u. s. senate against a grant to president harrison's widow, april, ._ nothing succeeds like success. (rien ne réussit comme le succès.--dumas: _ange pitou, vol. i. p. . ._) a french proverb. orthodoxy is my doxy; heterodoxy is another man's doxy. "i have heard frequent use," said the late lord sandwich, in a debate on the test laws, "of the words 'orthodoxy' and 'heterodoxy;' but i confess myself at a loss to know precisely what they mean." "orthodoxy, my lord," said bishop warburton, in a whisper,--"orthodoxy is my doxy; heterodoxy is another man's doxy."--priestley: _memoirs, vol. i. p. ._ paradise of fools; fool's paradise. the earliest instance of this expression is found in william bullein's "dialogue," p. ( ). it is used by shakespeare, middleton, milton, pope, fielding, crabbe, and others. paying through the nose. grimm says that odin had a poll-tax which was called in sweden a nose-tax; it was a penny per nose, or poll.--_deutsche rechts alterthümer._ public trusts. it is not fit the public trusts should be lodged in the hands of any till they are first proved, and found fit for the business they are to be intrusted with.--mathew henry: _commentaries, timothy iii._ to execute laws is a royal office; to execute orders is not to be a king. however, a political executive magistracy, though merely such, is a great trust.--burke: _on the french revolution._ when a man assumes a public trust, he should consider himself as public property.--thomas jefferson ("winter in washington, "), in a conversation with baron humboldt. see rayner's "life of jefferson," p. (boston, ). the very essence of a free government consists in considering offices as public trusts, bestowed for the good of the country, and not for the benefit of an individual or a party.--john c. calhoun: _speech, july , ._ the phrase, "public office is a public trust," has of late become common property.--charles sumner (may , ). the appointing power of the pope is treated as a public trust.--w. w. crapo ( ). the public offices are a public trust.--dorman b. eaton ( ). public office is a public trust.--abram s. hewitt ( ). he who regards office as a public trust.--daniel s. lamont ( ). rather your room as your company. _marriage of wit and wisdom_ (_circa_ ). rebellion to tyrants is obedience to god. from an inscription on the cannon near which the ashes of president john bradshaw were lodged, on the top of a high hill near martha bay in jamaica.--stiles: _history of the three judges of king charles i._ this supposititious epitaph was found among the papers of mr. jefferson, and in his handwriting. it was supposed to be one of dr. franklin's spirit-stirring inspirations.--randall: _life of jefferson, vol. iii. p. ._ rest and be thankful. an inscription on a stone seat on the top of one of the highlands in scotland. it is also the title of one of wordsworth's poems. rowland for an oliver. these were two of the most famous in the list of charlemagne's twelve peers; and their exploits are rendered so ridiculously and equally extravagant by the old romancers, that from thence arose that saying amongst our plain and sensible ancestors of giving one a "rowland for his oliver," to signify the matching one incredible lie with another.--thomas warburton. sardonic smile. the island of sardinia, consisting chiefly of marshes and mountains, has from the earliest period to the present been cursed with a noxious air, an ill-cultivated soil, and a scanty population. the convulsions produced by its poisonous plants gave rise to the expression of sardonic smile, which is as old as homer (odyssey, xx. ).--mahon: _history of england, vol. i. p. ._ the explanation given by mahon of the meaning of "sardonic smile" is to be sure the traditional one, and was believed in by the late classical writers. but in the homeric passage referred to, the word is "sard_a_nion" (sardanion), not "sard_o_nion." there is no evidence that sardinia was known to the composers of what we call homer. it looks as though the word was to be connected with the verb sairô, "show the teeth;" "grin like a dog;" hence that the "sardonic smile" was a "grim laugh."--m. h. morgan. sister anne, do you see any one coming? the anxious question of one of the wives of bluebeard. stone-wall jackson. this saying took its rise from the battle of bull run, july , . said general bernard e. bee, "see, there is jackson, standing like a stone-wall." the king is dead! long live the king! the death of louis xiv. was announced by the captain of the bodyguard from a window of the state apartment. raising his truncheon above his head, he broke it in the centre, and throwing the pieces among the crowd, exclaimed in a loud voice, "le roi est mort!" then seizing another staff, he flourished it in the air as he shouted, "vive le roi!"--pardoe: _life of louis xiv., vol. iii. p. ._ the woods are full of them! alexander wilson, in the preface to his "american ornithology" ( ), quotes these words, and relates the story of a boy who had been gathering flowers. on bringing them to his mother, he said: "look, my dear ma! what beautiful flowers i have found growing in our place! why, all the woods are full of them!" thin red line. the russians dashed on towards that thin red-line streak tipped with a line of steel.--russell: _the british expedition to the crimea_ (revised edition), _p. _. soon the men of the column began to see that though the scarlet line was slender, it was very rigid and exact.--kinglake: _invasion of the crimea, vol. iii. p. ._ the spruce beauty of the slender red line.--_ibid._ (sixth edition), _vol. iii. p. _. what you are pleased to call your mind. a solicitor, after hearing lord westbury's opinion, ventured to say that he had turned the matter over in his mind, and thought that something might be said on the other side; to which he replied, "then, sir, you will turn it over once more in what you are _pleased to call your mind_."--nash: _life of lord westbury, vol. ii. ._ when in doubt, win the trick. hoyle: _twenty-four rules for learners, rule ._ wisdom of many and the wit of one. a definition of a proverb which lord john russell gave one morning at breakfast at mardock's,--"one man's wit, and all men's wisdom."--_memoirs of mackintosh, vol. ii. p. ._ wooden walls of england. the credite of the realme, by defending the same with our wodden walles, as themistocles called the ship of athens.--_preface to the english translation of linschoten_ (london). * * * * * but me no buts. fielding: _rape upon rape, act ii. sc. ._ aaron hill: _snake in the grass, sc. ._ cause me no causes. massinger: _a new way to pay old debts, act i. sc. ._ clerk me no clerks. scott: _ivanhoe, chap. xx._ diamond me no diamonds! prize me no prizes! tennyson: _idylls of the king. elaine._ end me no ends. massinger: _a new way to pay old debts, act v. sc. ._ fool me no fools. bulwer: _last days of pompeii, book iii. chap. vi._ front me no fronts. ford: _the lady's trial, act ii. sc. ._ grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle. shakespeare: _richard ii., act ii. sc. ._ madam me no madam. dryden: _the wild gallant, act ii. sc. ._ map me no maps. fielding: _rape upon rape, act i. sc. ._ midas me no midas. dryden: _the wild gallant, act ii. sc. ._ o me no o's. ben jonson: _the case is altered, act v. sc. ._ parish me no parishes. peele: _the old wives' tale._ petition me no petitions. fielding: _tom thumb, act i. sc. ._ play me no plays. foote: _the knight, act ii._ plot me no plots. beaumont and fletcher: _the knight of the burning pestle, act ii. sc. ._ thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. shakespeare: _romeo and juliet, act iii. sc. ._ virgin me no virgins. massinger: _a new way to pay old debts, act iii. sc. ._ vow me no vows. beaumont and fletcher: _wit without money, act iv. sc. ._ index. aaron's serpent, like, . abandon, all hope, . abashed the devil stood, . abbey, buried in the great, . abbots, where slumber, . abdiel, so spake the seraph, . abel, ask counsel at, . abhorred in my imagination, . abide with me, . abi-ezer, vintage of, . ability, knowing how to conceal, . out of my lean and low, . that they never perform, . to execute, . to investigate, . able, more performance than they are, . ablest navigators, . abode, dread, . abodes, aiming at the blest, . abominable, newspapers are, . abomination of desolation, . abora, singing of mount, . abou ben adhem, . above, affections on things, . all greek fame, . all low delay, . all roman fame, . all, this, . any greek or roman, . lord descended from, . that which is written, . the reach of ordinary men, . the smoke and stir, . the vulgar flight, . there is a life, . they that are, . 't is not so, . abra was ready ere i called, . abraham's bosom, sleep in, . abram, o father, . abridgment of all that was pleasant in man, . abroad, came flying all, , . let the soldier be, . the schoolmaster is, . absence conquers love, . conspicuous by his, . days of, sad and dreary, . heart grow fonder in, . i dote on his very, . makes the heart grow fonder, . of mind, your, . of occupation is not rest, . still increases love, . absent child, my, . friends, remember, . from him i roam, . from the body, . in body, but present in spirit, . thee from felicity awhile, . absents, presents endear, . absolute, how, the knave is, . rule, eye sublime declared, . shall, . sway, with, . absolutism tempered by assassination, . abstain from beans, . abstinence, easiness to the next, . easy as temperance is difficult, . abstract and brief chronicles, . absurd, to reason most, . abundance he shall have, . of the heart, out of the, . abuse, stumbling on, . abuses me to damn me, . they that level at my, . abused, better to be much, . or disabused, by himself, . abusing the king's english, . abysm of time, dark, . abyss, into this wild, . abyssinia, prince of, . abyssinian maid, it was an, . academe, grove of, . academes that nourish all the world, . accents flow with artless ease, . that are ours, . accept a miracle instead of wit, . acceptation, worthy of all, . accepted time, now is the, . access of stupidity, . accident, a happy, , , . of an accident, . accidents by flood and field, . chapter of, . accommodated, excellent to be, . accompany old age, that which, . accomplishment of verse, . accompt, more for number than, . accord, good people all with one, . according to knowledge, not, . to the appearance, . account, beggarly, of empty boxes, . sent to my, . accoutred as i was i plunged in, . accurst, not what god blessed, . accuse not nature, . accusing spirit, the, . ace, coldest that ever turned up, . achaians, again to the battle, . ache, charm, with air, . penury and imprisonment, . while his heart doth, . aches, fill all thy bones with, . achilles absent was achilles still, . assumed, what name, . whom we knew, . achilles' tomb, stood upon, . wrath to greece, . aching void, left an, . a-cold, poor tom 's, . acorn, the lofty oak from a small, . acorns, tall oaks from little, . acquaint, when we were first, . acquaintance, decrease it upon better, . my guide and mine, . people for a visiting, . should auld, be forgot, . acquaintances, new, . acquire and beget a temperance, . acre of barren ground, . of his neighbor's corn, . acres, cleon hath a million, . few paternal, . over whose, walked, . act and know, does both, . done at haphazard, . in the living present, . of common passage, . of life, dignity in every, . of salvation, . prologues to the swelling, . that blurs the grace, . that roars so loud, . well your part, . acts being seven ages, . exemplary, lives in, . four first, already passed, . illustrious, high raptures do infuse, . in memory, to keep good, . like a samaritan, . little nameless, . nobly does well, . of dear benevolence, . our, our angels are, . the best who thinks most, . those graceful, . unremembered, . acting lies, not in, . of a dreadful thing, . only when off the stage, . action action action, . and counteraction, . cause of doing any, . circumstance gives character to, . faithful in, . fine, makes that and the, . how like an angel in, . in the tented field, . is transitory, . lies, there the, . lose the name of, . materials of, are variable, . measured by the sentiment, . no noble, done, . no stronger than a flower, . no worthy, done, . of the tiger, imitate in war, . pious, we sugar o'er, . puritans gave the world, . single lovely, . suit the, to the word, . surfeit out of, . vice dignified by, . actions, all her words and, . are our epochs, . blest at no end of his, . great, no opportunities for, . habits increased by correspondent, . men's, proceed from one source, . no other speaker of my living, . not always show the man, . not our fears make us traitors, . of the just, . of the last age, . speech the image of, . virtuous, are born and die, . words the shadows of, . actor, condemn not the, . well graced, after a, . actors, god and nature fill with, . these our, were all spirits, . ad infinitum, so proceed, . ada! sole daughter, . adage, like the poor cat in the, . adam and eve, son of, . cup of cold, . cupid, young, , . dolve and eve span, . gardener, and his wife, . the goodliest man of men, . the offending, . the old, . waked so customed, . adam's ale, and drink of, . ear left his voice, in, . fall, we sinned all, in, . sons born in sin, . adamant, cased in, . adamantine logic of dreamland, . adamas de rupe præstantissimus, . add to golden numbers, . adder, like the deaf, . stingeth like an, . adding fuel to the flame, . addison, days and nights to, . address, wiped with a little, . addressing myself to my cap, . adds a precious seeing to the eye, . adhem, abou ben, . adhere, nor time nor place did, . adieu, drop a tear and bid, . for evermore, . my native shore, . she cried, . so sweetly she bade me, . adjunct, learning is but an, . administered, whate'er is best, . administrations, most competent, . admirable, how express and, . admiral, last of all an, . to kill an, . admiration of virtue, . from most fastidious critics, . of weak minds, . season your, for a while, . admire, like those who, us, . men of sense approve, fools, . where none, . admired, all who saw, . by our domestics, . disorder, with most, . admit impediments, . admitted to that equal sky, . adolescens moritur, . adonis hath a sweet tooth, my, . adoption tried, their, . adoration, breathless with, . adore the hand that gives the blow, . adores and burns, . adored in every clime, . through fear, . adorn a tale, point a moral, . looks the cottage might, . nothing he did not, . adorns and cheers our way, . adorned in her husband's eye, . in naked beauty more, . the most when unadorned, . whatever he spoke upon, . adorning with so much art, . adornment without embellishment, . adullam, cave, . adulteries of art, than all the, . advantage dressed, nature to, . feet nailed for our, . forget at times with, . advantageous to life, . adventure of the diver, . adventuring both, oft found both, . adversaries, as, do in law, . souls of fearful, . adversary had written a book, . the devil, your, . adversite, fortunes sharpe, . adversity blessing of the new testament, . bruised with, . contending with, . crossed with, a man i am, . day of, , . education a refuge in, . good things that belong to, . hard upon a man, . is not without comforts, . of our best friends, . sweet are the uses of, . test of strong men, . tries friends, . what way to endure, . adversity's sweet milk, . advice cannot inspire conduct, . creator not taking, . few profit by, . nothing given so profusely as, . 't was good, . advices, lengthened sage, . advise another, easy to, . whom none could, . Ægroto dum anima est, . aerial, upon rock, . aery light, his sleep was, . afeard, soldier and, . affair, consider what precedes in every, . this world is a strange, . affairs of love, office and, . of men, the gods superintend the, . of men, tide in the, . ridiculous in serious, . affect, study what you most, . affects to nod, . affected, to be zealously, . affecting, natural, simple, he was, . affection cannot hold the bent, . hateth nicer hands, . preferment goes by letter and, . strong to me-wards, . affections dark as erebus, . mild, of, . on things above, . run to waste, . afflicted or distressed, . affliction may smile again, . tries our virtue, . affliction's heaviest shower, . sons are brothers, . affrighted nature recoils, . affront, fear is, . me, a well-bred man will not, . afraid, be not, it is i, . whistling to keep from being, . afric maps, geographers in, . afric's burning shore, . sunny fountains, . africa and golden joys, . after death the doctor, . looking before and, . me the deluge, . the war aid, . times, light for, . times, written to, . us the deluge, . which was before come, . after-loss, drop in for an, . afternoon, custom of the, . multitude call the, . of her best days, . afton, flow gently sweet, . again, cut and come, . not look upon his like, . against me, not with me is, . agamemnon, brave men before, , . agate-stone, no bigger than an, . age ache penury, . actions of the last, . against time and, . and body of the time, . and clime, in every, . and dust, pays us with, . and hunger, . beautiful and free is their old, . be comfort to my, . begins anew, the world's great, . best in four things, . best viaticum of old, . cannot wither her, . comes on apace, . come to thy grave in full, . companions for middle, . crabbed, and youth, . cradle of reposing, . dallies like the old, . disgrace of wickedness added to old, . every, has its pleasures, . father of all in every, . grow dim with, . he that dies in old, . he was not of an, . heritage of old, . in a full, come to thy grave, . in a good old, . in a green old, . in commendation of, . in the summer of her, . is as a lusty winter, . is grown so picked, . is in the wit is out, when the, . labour of an, . master spirits of this, . mirror to a gaping, . monumental pomp of, . most remote from infancy, . naked in mine, to mine enemies, . narrative with, . of cards, old, . of chivalry is gone, . of ease, youth, of labor, . of gold, fetch the, . of revolution and reformation, . of sophisters, . old and well stricken in, . old, in this universal man, . or antiquity is accounted, . prayer-books are the toys of, . pyramids doting with, . scarce expect one of my, . serene and bright, an old, . shakes athena's tower, . should accompany old, . silvered o'er with, his head was, . smack of, in you, . small for its, . soul of the, . staff of my, . strong meat for full, . talking, made for, . that melts in unperceived decay, . that which should accompany old, . thou art shamed, . to perform promises of youth, . too late or cold, . torrent of a downward, . 'twixt boy and youth, . unspotted life is old, . veracity which increases with, . what more honourable than, . without a name, . worm at the root of, . worn away with, . you 'd scarce expect one of my, . ages, alike all, . ere homer's lamp appeared, . ere the mantuan swan was heard, . famous to all, . heir of all the, . hence, how many, . his acts being seven, . of eternity, mighty, . on ages, . once in the flight of, . onward roll, the great, . rock of, . stamp and esteem of, . three poets in three distant, . through the, . to the next, . unborn crowd not on my soul, . wakens the slumbering, . women faded for, . ye unborn, . age's alms, prayers which are old, . tooth, poison for the, . aged bosom, confidence in an, . ears play truant at his tales, . later times are more, . men full loth and slow, . agencies vary, how widely its, . agent, trust no, . agesilaus toying with his children, . aggravate your choler, . a-gley, gang aft, . agnes, the world dear, . ago, mighty while, . agonies, exultations, and, . agony, all we know of, . cannot be remembered, . distrest, though oft to, . swimmer in his, . with words, charm, . agree as angels do above, . on the stage, . those who, with us, . though all things differ, all, . agreed to differ, . agreement with hell, . agricultural population the bravest, . ah sin was his name, . aid, after war, . alliteration 's artful, . for some wretch's, . friend of pleasure wisdom's, . of ornament, the foreign, . ails it now, something, . aim, better have failed in the high, . our being's end and, . aiming at what 's far, . air a chartered libertine, . ampler ether, diviner, . and harmony of shape, . around with beauty, . babbling gossip of the, . be shook to, . bird of the, . birds of the, have nests, . bites shrewdly, . breasts the keen, . breath of flowers sweeter in the, . burns frore, the parching, . castles in the, , , . charm ache with, . couriers of the, . desert rocks and fleeting, . dewy freshness fills the, . do not saw the, . eating the, . every flower enjoys the, . fairer than the evening, . field of, through the, . freshness fills the silent, . heaven's sweetest, . her keel plows, . her manners and her, . hurtles in the darkened, . i drew in the common, . i 'll charm the, . in heaven's sweetest, . into the murky, . is calm and pleasant, when the, . is delicate, the, . is full of farewells, . love free as, . melted into thin, . meteor to the troubled, . mocking the, with colors, . most excellent canopy, . nipping and an eager, . of delightful studies, . of glory, walking in an, . recommends itself, . scent the morning, . sewers annoy the, . shut up for want of, . spread his sweet leaves to the, . strike our tune, let the, . summer's noontide, . sweetness in the desert, . sweetness on the desert, . their lungs receive our, . thoughts shut up want, . through the field of, . throw a straw into the, . to rain in the, . trifles light as, . with barbarous dissonance, . with beauty, fills the, . with idle state, mock the, . airs and madrigals, . fresh gales and gentle, . from heaven, bring with thee, . lap me in soft lydian, . melting, or martial, . of england, martial, . who shall silence all the, . air-drawn dagger, . airly, to take in god, gut to git up, . airy hopes my children, . nothing, a local habitation, . purposes, execute their, . reveries so, . servitors, nimble and, . tongues that syllable, . aisle, long drawn, . aisles of christian rome, . ajax asks no more, . prayer of, was for light, . strives some rock to throw, . the great himself a host, . akin to love, pity 's, . alabaster, as monumental, . grandsire cut in, . alacrity in sinking, a kind of, . alarms, serene amidst, . alarums changed to merry meetings, . alcibiades and his dog, . alcides' equal, . alcoran, the talmud and the, . aldeborontiphoscophornio, . alderman's forefinger, . aldivalloch, roy's wife of, . ale and safety, a pot of, . drink of adam's, . god send thee good, . no more cakes and, . older than their, . quart of mighty, . size of pots of, . spicy nut-brown, . alexander and darius, . and diogenes, . and parmenio, . i would be diogenes if i were not, . in the olympic race, . noble dust of, . wept that he had not conquered a world, . alexandrine, needless, . algebra, tell what hour by, . alice, don't you remember sweet, . alien corn, amid the, . alike all ages, . alive and so bold o earth, . at this day, the bricks are, . bliss to be, . all above is grace, . are needed by each one, . cared not to be at, . cry and no wool, . fear none aid you, . flesh is grass, . for love, he was, . good to me is lost, . having nothing yet hath, . in all, manner is, . in all, take him for, . in the morning betime, . is done that men can do, . is lost save honour, . is not gold that glisteneth, . is not lost, . is vanity, , . is well, if the end be well, . is well that ends well, . men are liars, . men have their price, . my pretty chickens, . of one mind, be ye, . shall die, . that a man hath will he give, . that lives must die, . that may become a man, . that men held wise, . that we believe of heaven, . the brothers valiant, . the sisters virtuous, . the world and his wife, . the world, for, . things produced by fate, . things that are, , . things to all men, . things work together, . this and heaven too, . alla, fire from, . allaying thames, with no, . tiber, not a drop of, . alle night with open eye, . allegory, headstrong as an, . alliances, entangling, . permanent, . allies, thou hast great, . alliteration 's artful aid, . allure thee, if parts, . allured to brighter worlds, . ally, woman's natural, . almanacs of the last year, . almighty dollar, the, . eye, could not 'scape the, . god, first planted a garden, . gold, , . form, the, . gentlemen, . hand, led by the, . lord, vicar of the, . almighty's orders, the, . almost at odds with morning, . alms before men, . prayers which are old age's, . when thou doest, . who gives himself with his, . aloft, cherub that sits up, . his soul has gone, . almsdeeds, good works and, . alone all all alone, . all we ask is to be let, . i did it.--boy! . in solitude we are least, . man should not be, . never appear the immortals, . never say that you are, . on a wide wide sea, . than when alone never less, , . that worn-out word, . with his glory, . with noble thoughts, . alonso of arragon, . aloof, they stood, . alp, many a fiery, . alph, the sacred river, . alpha and omega, . alphonso's hints for the creation, . alps on alps arise, . though perched on, . alraschid, golden prince of, . altama murmurs wild, . altar, love i bow before thine, . reach the skies, let its, . altars, priests, victims, . strike for your, . altar-stairs, world's, . alteration finds, alters when it, . altissima quæque flumina, . alway, i would not live, , . always find us young, . to be blest, . am, i am that i, . amaranthine flower of faith, . amaryllis in the shade, . amaze me, it doth, . the unlearned, . amazed the gazing rustics, . amazing brightness, . ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad, . amber, bee enclosed in, . flies in, . fly in a bead of, . pipe tipped with, . scent of odorous perfume, . snuff-box, . straws in, . whose foam is, . amber-dropping hair, . ambition and pride of kings, low, . and thirst of praise, low, . finds such joy, . fling away, . heart's supreme, . loves to slide not stand, . lowly laid, high, . made of sterner stuff, . of a private man, . of man, crueltie and, . the soldier's virtue, . thriftless, . to reign is worth, . virtue, wars that make, . which o'erleaps itself, vaulting, . ambition's ladder, lowliness is, . ambitious finger, from his, . ambrosial curls, . ambuscadoes, breaches, . ambush of my name, . amen, god help me, . stuck in my throat, . amend your ways, . america, epocha in history of, . half-brother of the world, . has furnished a washington, . american book, who reads an, . flag, haul down the, . i also am an, . i was born an, . i will live and die an, . idea, what i call the, . if i were an, . not a virginian, but an, . strand, . americans, good, . amiable weakness, , . weaknesses, . amicably if they can, . amice gray, in, . amiss, better to love, . never anything can be, . nothing comes, . ammiral, mast of some great, . among them but not of them, . amorous causes, offence springs from, . delay, reluctant, . descant sung, . fond and billing, . looking-glass, court an, . amos cottle! phoebus! what a name! . amphitrio, into the shape of, . amphitryon, the real, . the true, . ample room and verge enough, . ampler ether, . amuck, to run, . amusements, friend to public, . anarch lets the curtain fall, . anarchy, digest of, . eternal, hold, . of drink, wild, . anatomy, a mere, . ancestor, i am my own, . ancestors are very good kind of folks, . glorious, . look backward to their, . no need of, . of nature, . that come after him, . the glory belongs to our, . think of your, . wisdom of our, . ancestral trees, tall, . voices, . anchor of our peace at home, . anchors, great, heaps of pearl, . moor with two, . that hold a mother, . anchored ne'er shall be, . anchorite, saintship of an, . ancient and fish-like smell, . and honorable, . as the sun, hills, . days, dames of, . ears, ring in my, . grudge i bear him, . landmark, remove not the, . tales say true, if, . times, these are the, . trusty drouthy crony, . ancients of the earth, we are, . were not acquainted, . anderson my jo john, john, . anecdotage, man in his, . angel appear to each lover, . consideration like an, . curses his better, . death and his maker, . down, she drew an, . dropped from the clouds, . ended, the, . good and bad, . guardian, o'er his life, . hands to valour given, . hold the fleet, , . hope thou hovering, . in action how like an, . ministering, , . on the outward side, . or earthly paragon, . shook his wings, as if an, . should write, though an, . sings, in his motion like an, . the recording, . thou hovering, . visits few and far between, . whiteness, . who wrote like an, . yet in this, of habits devil is, . angels alone enjoy such liberty, . and ministers of grace, . are bright still, . are, our acts our, . are painted fair, . aspiring to be, . could no more, . do above, agree as, . down, which would drag, . entertained, and, . face shined bright, . fear to tread, where, . fell by that sin, . forget-me-nots of the, . guard thy bed, holy, . help, make assay, . in some brighter dreams, . laugh at the good he has done, . listen when she speaks, . little lower than the, . men would be, . must love ann hathaway, . ne'er like, till passion dies, . plead like, . preventing, . pure in thought as are, . sad as, . say sister spirit come away, . shared fire with, . sung the strain, guardian, . thousand liveried, . to fall, caused the, . tremble while they gaze, . trumpet-tongued, . unawares, entertained, . visits like those of, . wake thee, all, . weep, make the, . weep, tears such as, . would be gods, . angel's face shyned bright, . tear, passage of an, . wing, dropped from an, . wing, feather pluckt from an, . wings, clip an, . angels' ken, far as, . music, 't is, . visits short and bright, . angelical, fiend, . anger, biting for, . he that is slow to, . is like a full-hot horse, . is one of the sinews of the soul, . more in sorrow than, . of his lip, contempt and, . of lovers, . angle, a brother of the, . angler, if he be an honest, . no man is born an, . now with god, excellent, . anglers or very honest men, . angling, be quiet and go a, . deserves commendations, . innocent recreation, . is somewhat like poetry, . like mathematics, . like virtue, . wagered on your, . angling-rod, a sturdy oak his, . angry, be ye, and sin not, . flood, leap into this, . heaven is not always, . passions rise, never let your, . reckon the days you have not been, . repeat the four-and-twenty letters when, . anguish, another's, . here tell your, . hopeless, poured his groan, . wring the brow, . angularity of facts, . animal, happiness of the rational, . man is a noble, . man is a two-legged, . self-preservation of an, . animated bust or storied urn, . only by faith and hope, . anise and cumin, . ann hathaway hath a way, . anna whom three realms obey, . annals are not written, whose, . of the brave, . of the poor, . writ your, true, . anne, yes by saint, . annihilate space and time, . annihilating all that 's made, . die, cannot but by, . anointed king, balm from an, . rail on the lord's, . sovereign of sighs and groans, . another and a better world, . and the same, . horse, give me, . man's doxy, . man's ground, built on, . setteth up, . yet the same, . another's and another's, . eyes, to choose love by, . face commend, . sword laid him low, . woe, to feel, . answer a fool, . a wise man with silence, . all things faithfully, . echoes answer, . him ye owls, . me in one word, . not every question, . soft, turneth away wrath, . the better, . ye evening tapers, . answers till a husband cools, never, . ant, go to the, thou sluggard, . ants entombed, . antagonist is our helper, our, . antagoras boiling a conger, . anthem, the pealing, . anthems, singing of, . anthropophagi, the, . antic, old father, the law, . round, while you perform your, . anticipate the past, . antidote, bane and, . some sweet oblivious, . antigonus and thrasyllus, . the son of helios, . antique roman than a dane, . song, metre of an, . towers, ye, . world, service of the, . antiquitas sæculi, . antiquities, living men were, . antiquity, a little skill in, . is accounted by farther distance, . ways of hoar, . anti-republican tendencies, . antres vast and deserts idle, . anvil, iron did cool on the, . anything but history, . for a quiet life, . glad he thanks god for, . can be amiss, never, . owe no man, . what is worth in, . whereof it may be said, . anythingarian, he is an, . apace, ill weed grows, . apathy, in lazy, . ape, like an angry, . apes, jollity for, . apert, prive and, . apollo, bards in fealty to, . from his shrine, . pallas jove and mars, . apollo's laurel bough, burned is, . lute, musical as bright, , . apollos watered, . apologies account for what they do not alter, . apology too prompt, . apostles shrank, while, . twelve, he taught, . would have done as they did, the, . apostolic blows and knocks, . apothecary, i remember an, . ounce of civet good, . apparel, every true man's, . fashion wears out more, . oft proclaims the man, . apparelled in more precious habit, . apparition, a lovely, . apparitions, seen and gone, like, . thousand blushing, . appeal from philip drunk, . unto caesar, . appear the immortals, never, . appearance, not according to the, . of things to the mind, . appearances are deceitful, . appendix to nobility, . appetite, breakfast with, . cloy the hungry edge of, . colours were then to me an, . comes with eating, , . good digestion wait on, . grown by what it fed on, . man given to, . may sicken and so die, . quench, check impulse, . with cloyless sauce sharpen his, . applaud the deed, . thee to the very echo, . applause, attentive to his own, . delight the wonder, the, . of a single human being, . of listening senates, . applauses of his countrymen, . apple of his eye, . of the eye, . rotten at the heart, . apples of gold, . since eve ate, . small choice in rotten, . swim, how we, . appliance, desperate, . appliances and means, . apprehend some joy, . apprehension, death most in, . how like a god in, . of the good, . apprentice, nature but an, . approach like the rugged russian bear, . of even or morn, . approaches make the prospect less, . approbation from sir hubert stanley, . appropinque an end, . appropriate, as difficult to invent as to, . approved good masters, . approving heaven, . april day, uncertain glory of an, . dew, besprent with, . june and november, . of her prime, . proud-pied, . wears, pinks that, . when men woo, . with his shoures, . apron, thy words smell of the, . aprons of fig leaves, . with greasy, . apt alliteration 's artful aid, . and gracious words, . arabia, all the perfumes of, . breathes from yonder box, . arabian trees, . arabs, fold their tents like the, . proverb of the, . araby the blest, . araby's daughter, farewell to thee, . arbiter of his own fortunes, . arbitrator time, old common, . arbitress, moon sits, . arborett with painted blossoms, . arcades ambo, . arcadia, i too was born in, . arcadian scenes, . arch, night's black, . night's blue, . on prague's proud, . that fill'st the sky, . archangel ruined, . archelaus and the barber, . archer, insatiate, . little meant, mark the, . well-experienced, . archimedes cried i have found it eureka, . architect of his own fortunes, . architecture is frozen music, . arctic sky, ophiuchus in the, . arcs, on the earth the broken, . arcturus with his sons, . arden, now am i in, . ardour, compulsive, gives the charge, . are, we know not what we, . argue not against heaven's hand, . though vanquished, . argues an insensibility, . yourselves unknown, . arguing, owned his skill in, . argument and intellect too, . for a week, . height of this great, . i have found you an, . knock-down, . not to stir without great, . of tyrants, necessity is the, . sheathed their swords for lack of, . staple of his, . stateliest and most regal, . to thy neighbor's creed, . truth is the strongest, . with an east wind, . wrong, his, . arguments and questions, all kinds of, . use wagers, fools for, . ariadne, minuet in, . ariosto of the north, . arise, my lady sweet, . aristocracy, cool shade of, . aristotle and his philosophie, . ark, hunt it into noah's, . mouldy rolls of noah's, . to lay their hand upon the, . walked straight out of the, . arm, she leant upon her lover's, . sits upon mine, . the obdured breast, . arms against a sea of troubles, . against a world in, . and the man i sing, . glorious in, . had seven years' pith, . hung up for monuments, . imparadised in one another's, . invincible in, . land of scholars nurse of, . lord of folded, . my soul 's in, . never would lay down my, . of seeming, . on armour clashing, . puking in the nurse's, . ridiculous, made, . take your last embrace, . the smiths never had any, . the world in, . timoleon's, . to, ye brave, . try everything before, . arm-chair, old, . armed at all points, . at point exactly, cap-a-pe, . gallantly, . so strong in honesty, . thrice is he, . thus am i doubly, . with more than complete steel, . with resolution, . without, he is, . armies clad in iron, . swore terribly, our, . whole have sunk, where, . arminian clergy, an, . armour against fate, no, . clashing, brayed, . is his honest thought, . armourers accomplishing knights, . army, hum of either, stilly sounds, . of martyrs, the noble, . with banners, terrible as an, . aromatic pain, die of a rose in, . plants bestow no fragrance while they grow, . arrant, thankless, . thief, the moon is an, . traitor as any is, . array, battle's magnificently stern, . sorrow's dark, . arrears of pain and darkness, . arrest, death is strict in his, . arrow for the heart, . from a well-experienced archer, . o'er the house, shot mine, . arrows, of light, swift-winged, . of outrageous fortune, . quiver bow and, . some cupid kills with, . arrowy rhone, rushing of the, . ars longa, vita brevis, . arsenal, shook the, . art, adorning thee with so much, . adulteries of, than all the, . all nature is but, . all the gloss of, . and part, . beyond the reach of, . can wash her guilt away, what, . concealed by, . contemplates certain things, . cookery is become an, . ease in writing comes from, . elder days of, . every walk of, . failed in literature and, . first professor of our, . glib and oily, . glory and good of, . he tried each, . her guilt to cover, the only, . imitates nature, . is long, life short, , . is long time is fleeting, . is too precise, . last and greatest, . made tongue-tied, . may err nature cannot miss, . mistress of her, . more matter with less, . nature is above, in that respect, . nature is but, . nature lost in, . nature not inferior to, . nearly allied to invention, . not strength obtains the prize, . of artisans, . of god, nature is the, , . pleasure disguised by, . poetry a mere mechanic, . preservative of all arts, . so vast is, . subdues the strong, . than force, more by, . to blot, . to find the mind's construction, . war's glorious, . with curious, . arts and sciences not in the same mould, . fashion's brightest, . greece mother of, . hunger is the teacher of the, . imitate natural forms, . in which the wise excel, . of peace, inglorious, . remote from common use, . taught the wheedling, . the academes, . well fitted in, . which i loved, . with lenient, . artaxerxes' throne, . artery, each petty, . arthur first in court, when, . article, snuffed out by an, . articles, all agree in the essential, . artificer, another lean unwashed, . artist, no man is born an, . artless jealousy, . as gingerly, . he thinketh in his heart, . it fell upon a day, . the case stands, . ascent, laborious at the first, . ashamed, needeth not to be, . of being loved, . ashbourn, down thy hill romantic, . ashbuds, more black than, . ashen cold is fire yreken, . ashes, beauty for, . in itself to, burn, . laid old troy in, . man is splendid in, . of his fathers, . to ashes, dust to dust, . violet made from his, . wonted fires live in our, . asia could not bear two kings, . aside, human to step, . last to lay the old, . ask and it shall be given you, . death-beds they can tell, . me no questions, . the brave soldier, . where is the north, . askelon, in the streets of, . asketh, every one that, . asking eye, explain the, . asleep in lap of legends old, . lips of those that are, . the very houses seem, . asonder, houses fer, . aspect, meet in her, . of princes, sweet, . sweet grave, . with grave, he rose, . aspen leaf, right as an, . light quivering, . asphodel, ever-flowing meads of, . aspics' tongues, . aspiration sees only one side, . aspired to be, what i, . aspiring to be angels, . to be gods, . to die, . youth, . ass, burial of an, . countryman who looked for his, . egregiously an, . knoweth his master's crib, . of balaam, . will carry his load, . write me down an, . assailant on perched roosts, . assassination, absolutism tempered by, . could trammel up, if the, . has never changed history, . assault, death preparing his, . assay, help angels make, . so hard so sharp, . assayed, thrice he, . assembled souls, . assemblies, masters of, . of the skies, bright, . assent with civil leer, . asses, to live according to the convenience of, . assume a pleasing shape, . a virtue, if you have it not, . assumes the god, . assurance double sure, i 'll make, . given by lookes, . of a man, give the world, . assured, ignorant of what he 's most, . assyrian bull, curled, . came down like the wolf, the, . astray, light that led, . like one that had been led, . astronomer, undevout, is mad, . astyanax the hope of troy, . asunder, let not man put, . villain and he many miles, . athanasian creed, the, . atheism, philosophy inclineth to, . the owlet, . atheist by night half believes a god, . atheist's laugh, . athena's tower, age shakes, . athens heard, truths refined as, . immortal influence of, . maid of, ere we part, . sending owls to, . the eye of greece, . atlantean shoulders, . atlantic ocean and mrs. partington, . atlas unremoved, . atomies, team of little, . atoms, fortuitous concourse of, . into ruins hurled, . or systems, . atossa cursed with granted prayer, . atrocious crime of being young, . attack is the reaction, . attain her, in hope to, . unto, that which i could, . attains the upmost round, . attempt and not the deed, . by fearing to, . the end, . attendance, to dance, . attending ears, . attention like deep harmony, . still as night, . attentive to his own applause, . attic bird trills her notes, . taste, light and choice of, . tragedies, . atticus were he, . attire be comely, let thy, . walk in silk, . wild in their, . attitude in life, proper, . attraction robs the vast sea, . attractive grace, sweet, . kind of grace, . metal more, . attribute of god, . to awe and majesty, . to god himself, . auburn locks ye golden curls, . loveliest village, . audience, his look drew, . fit, though few, . aught in malice, nor set down, . in the world beside, . that dignifies humanity, . that ever i could read, . augur schoenobates, . auld acquaintance, should, . claes, gars, . moon in her arm, . nature swears, . aurora daughter of the dawn, , . displayed her mantle, . shows her face, . auspicious eye, an, . austrian army awfully arrayed, . authentic scripture, . watch, . author choose as a friend, . man of rank as an, . no, ever spared a brother, . of lies, the devil the, . teaches such beauty, where is any, . who speaks about his own books, . would his brother kill, . authors do not make acknowledgment, . like coins grow dear, . old, to read, . steal their works, most, . authority and show of truth, . art made tongue-tied by, . drest in a little brief, . from others' books, . automaton, mechanized, . autumn fruit, fell like, . garner to the end of time, . nodding o'er the plain, . that grew more by reaping, . autumnal leaves in vallombrosa, . leaves, thick as, . autumn-fields, happy, . avarice, dreams of, , . old-gentlemanly vice, . old men sicken with, . avaunt, conscience, . avenging day, that great, . avenues of ill, seal up the, . aversion, begin with a little, . avilion, island-valley of, . avoid shame do not seek glory, . what is to come, . avon, sweet swan of, . to the severn runs, . awake, lie ten nights, . my st. john, . my soul, . awakes from the tomb, . awe and majesty, attribute to, . of such a thing as i, . the soul of richard, . aweary of the sun, . awe-inspiring god, . awful goodness is, how, . guide in smoke and flame, . moment, face some, . pause, nature made an, . volume, within that, . awkwardness has no forgiveness, . axe, head off with a golden, . laid unto the root of the tree, . many strokes with little, . neither hammer nor, . to grind, he has an, . woodman's, lies free, . axes, no ponderous, rung, . axis of the earth, . axle, sleeps on her soft, . ayont the twal, short hour, . azure brow, no wrinkle on thine, . hue, mountain in its, . main, from out the, . robe of night, the, . baälim and peor, . babbled of green fields, . babbling dreams, hence, . gossip of the air, . babe, bent o'er her, . in a house, a, . pity like a naked new-born, . she lost in infancy, . sinews of the new-born, . was sleeping on her breast, the, . babes and sucklings, . babel, stir of the great, . baby figure of the giant mass, . was sleeping, . babylon in all its desolation, . is fallen is fallen, . learned and wise, . babylonish dialect, . bacchus ever fair and young, . plumpy, with pink eyne, . bachelor, i would die a, . of threescore, shall i never see a, . back and side go bare, . borne me on his, . call yesterday, . die with harness on our, . got over the devil's, . never a shirt on his, . on itself recoils, . over the devil's, . resounded death, . revolutions never go, . sits on his horse, . their opinions by a wager, . thumping on your, . thumps upon the, . to the field, with his, . to thy punishment, . backed like a weasel, . backing of your friends, . plague upon such, . backward and abysm of time, . mutters, . turn backward o time, . yesterdays look, . bacon, broken bones for, . or brave raleigh spoke, words, . save our, . shined, think how, . bad affright afflict the best, the, . and good of every land, . as falling, the fear 's, as, . beginning makes a bad ending, . begins and worse remains, . begun, things, . better for being a little, . better than downright, . eminence, to that, . for the, all that was theirs dies, . in the best, . man, a bold, , . men live to eat and drink, . most men were, . the world is grown so, . two nations, good and the, . wiser being good than, . badder end, to the, . bade me adieu, sweetly she, . badge, nobility's true, . of all our tribe, sufferance is the, . badness choose in a heap, . baffled oft is ever won, . bag and baggage, . empty, to stand upright, . baiæ's bay, isle in, . bailey, unfortunate miss, . bait, this melancholy, . baits, good news, . baited like eagles, . with a dragon's tail, . with many a deadly curse, . baker's dozen, . balaam's ass, . balance, in nice, . of power, . of the old world, . balances, jove lifts the golden, . weighed in the, . baldric, milky, of the skies, . bales unopened to the sun, . ballad of sir patrick spence, . to his mistress' eyebrow, woful, . world was guilty of such a, . ballads from a cart, sung, . of a nation, . sing from door to door, . ballad-mongers, same metre, . ballad-singer's joy, the english, . ballast to keep the mind steady, . balloch, o'er the braes of, . balloon, something in a huge, . ballot-box, 't is the, . balm from an anointed king, . in gilead, is there no, . of hurt minds, . balmy sweets, diffuse their, . band of brothers, . they march a blustering, . bands of orion, loose the, . bane and antidote, my, . of all genius virtue freedom, . of all that dread the devil, . precious, . bang, with many a, . banish plump jack, . strong potations, . banishment, bitter bread of, . bank and bush, over, . and shoal of time, . moonlight sleeps upon this, . of violets, breathes upon a, . snow-white ram on a grassy, . to make a, . where wild thyme blows, . banks and braes o' bonny doon, . furnished with bees, . bank-note world, this, . banner, freedom's, . in the sky, to see that, . star-spangled, . the royal, . with the strange device, . banners, army with, . confusion on thy, . flout the sky, . hang out our, . wave, all thy, . banquet, born but to, . is o'er, when the, . of the mind, . song and dance, . banquet-hall deserted, . baptism o'er the flowers, . baptized in tears, . barbarians all at play, . barbaric pearl and gold, . barbarous dissonance, . skill, is but a, . barber and a collier fight, . bard here dwelt more fat, . on chian strand, that blind, . bards in fealty to apollo hold, . who sung, olympian, . bare, back and side go, . imagination of a feast, . the mean heart, . too thin and, to hide offences, . barefoot, him that makes shoes go, . bargain catch cold, lest the, . hath sold him a, . in the way of, . repentance ground of a bad, . to sell a, . two words to that, . barge, drag the slow, . she sat in, . bark and bite, dogs delight to, . at me, dogs, . at me, see they, . attendant sail, . drives on and on, whose, . fatal and perfidious, . is on the sea, my, . is worse than his bite, . let no dog, . on even keel, thus i steer my, . scarfed, the, . sinks, if my, . watch-dog's honest, . barkis is willin', . barleycorn, bold john, . barrel, handful of meal in a, . of meal wasted not, . barren earth, small model of the, . sceptre in my gripe, . 't is all, . bars, nor iron, a cage, . base born, bravest have been, . column with the buried, . fly from its firm, . him that uttered nothing, . hungarian wight, . in kind, . is the slave that pays, . uses we may return, . who is here so, . world and worldlings, . baseless fabric of this vision, . baseness, the gods detest my, . to write fair, hold it, . bashaw, three-tailed, . bashful fifteen, maiden of, . sincerity and comely love, . virgin's sidelong looks, . basis of every truth, . basket and store, . eggs in one, . who was in the, . basso even contra-alto, . bastard freedom waves her flag, . latin, soft, . to the time, he is but a, . bastards, ancient families, . live like nature's, . bastion fringed with fire, . bat, tongue of dog wool of, . bats, to the moles and the, . bate a jot of heart or hope, . bated breath, . bath, sore labour's, . bathe in fiery floods, . battalions, heaviest, . side of the strongest, . sorrows come in, . battle, again to the, . and the breeze, . cowards do not count in, . division of a, . feats of broil and, . for the free, won the, . freedom's, once begun, . he has fought his last, . he who is in, slain, . i had a regular, . in the lost, . is lost and won, when the, . life is a, . lost and battle won, . not to the strong, . perilous edge of, . prize of death in, . rages loud and long, the, . see the front of, lour, . sees the other's umbered face, . smelleth the, afar off, . who in life's, . battles, fought his, o'er again, . long ago, . rains fall after great, . sieges fortunes, . battle's magnificently stern array, . sound, no war or, . van, in the, . battled for the true and just, . battle-field, march to the, . battlements bore stars, . fate sits on these dark, . towers and, . bauble, pleased with this, . baucis' busy care, . bay of biscay o, . the moon, be a dog and, . bay-tree, like a green, . be as be we would, . good sweet maid, . lief not be as live to, . matters not what you are thought to, . no better than you should, . not afraid, it is i, . not overcome of evil, . not righteous overmuch, . or not to be, to, . powers that, . sure you are right then go ahead, . we know not what we may, . ye all of one mind, . ye angry and sin not, . beach, fishermen that walk upon the, . there came to the, . beacon of the wise, . beade of amber, flie within a, . beadle to a humorous sigh, . beadroll, fame's eternall, . beads and prayer-books, . in drops of rain, tell their, . pictures rosaries, . they told, their, . beak from out my heart, take thy, . beaker full of the warm south, . be-all and the end-all, . beam, full midday, . on the outward shape, cast a, . that smiles the clouds away, . unpolluted in his, . beams athwart the sea, . little candle throws his, . spreads his orient, . tricks his, . beans, abstain from, . bear a charmed life, . another's misfortunes, . bit you if it had been a, . borne and yet must, . how easy is a bush supposed a, . it calmly, we, . lick into form as a, . like the turk, . me not so swiftly o'er, . or lion, sometime like a, . pain to the, . rugged russian, . the palm alone, . those ills we have, . to conquer our fate is to, . to live or dare to die, . up and steer right onward, . with your own brother, . bears and lions growl, . lick their cubs, , . when first born, . bear-baiting heathenish, . beard and hoary hair, . he that hath a, . of formal cut, . singed the spanish king's, . the lion in his den, . was as white as snow, . was grizzled, . bearded like the pard, . men, tears of, . beards be grown, until your, . wag all, in hall where, . waveth all, when the, . bearings of this observation, . beast to man, familiar, . little better than a, . that wants discourse of reason, . the righteous man regardeth the life of his, . very gentle, . beasts, brutish, . man's injustice to, . nature teaches, . pair of very strange, . that perish, like the, . beat the bush, . this ample field, . your pate, you, . beaten, he that is, . with his own rod, . beatific vision, . beating of my own heart, . beatings of my heart, . beatitude, eighth, . beaumont lie a little further, . lie a little nearer spenser, rare, . beauteous, all that is most, . eye of heaven, . flower, may prove a, . ruin lay, lovely in death the, . ruin lies, prostrate the, . beauties, lovers admire thy naked, . modestly conceals her, . of exulting greece, . of holiness, . of the night, meaner, . of the north, unripened, . beautiful, all round thee lying, . and free, their old age is, . and to be wooed, . as sweet and young as, . beneath his touch, grow, . beyond compare, . both were young and one was, . clear and purely, . exceedingly, . eyes of my cash-box, . for situation, . is night, how, . mouth in the world, most, . necessity, from a, . old rhyme, . outward, appear, . palace, the, . thought, thou wert a, . tyrant! fiend angelical, . what a deal of scorn looks, . beautifuller, evening seemed, . beautifully blue, , . less, fine by degrees and, . beauty, a thing of, . adorned in naked, . and her chivalry, . and youth, wisdom rare in, . as could die, as much, . bereft of, . born of murmuring sound, . calls and glory shows the way, . come near your, . cost her nothing, . dead, black chaos comes again, . dedicate his, to the sun, . draws us with a single hair, . dreamed that life was, . dwells in deep retreats, true, . e'er gave, all that, . elysian, . fatal gift of, . fills the air around with, . fires the blood, . for ashes, . form of manliest, . full-blown flower of glorious, . garmented in light from her own, . grew, the conscious stone to, . hath its source in the beautiful, . hath strange power, . hold a plea, shall, . if she unmask her, . imaged there in happier, . immortal awakes, . in a brow of egypt, . in his life, daily, . in need of praise, . is a joy forever, thing of, . is a short-lived tyranny, . is a silent deceit, . is a sovereignty in need of no guards, . is an ivory mischief, . is its own excuse for being, . is the best introduction, . is the gift of god, . is truth truth beauty, . is vain, . isle of, fare thee well, . led captive, . like the night, walks in, . lingers, lines where, . makes this vault a feasting presence, . making beautiful old rhyme, . of a thousand stars, clad in the, . of surpassing, . of the good old cause, . of the world, . on the shore, left their, . ornament of, is suspect, . power of, i remember the, . provoketh thieves, . she walks in, . slain, with him is, . smile from partial, . smiling in her tears, . soon grows familiar, . stands in the admiration, . such, as a woman's eye, . there is music in the, . they grew in, . thou art all, . though injurious, . to die for, . to sport with, . truly blent, . upon the cheek of night, . waking or asleep, . winds of march with, . beauty's chain, hour with, . ears, gem that hangs from, . ensign is crimson, . heavenly ray, . beaux, where none are, . beaver, dear the, is to him, . on, harry with his, . beckoning ghost, . shadows dire, . beckons me away, a hand which, . becks and wreathed smiles, . becomes him ill, nothing, . the throned monarch, . becoming mirth, limit of, . bed at ware, . betwixt a wall, feather, . born in, in bed we die, . bravely thou becomest thy, . by night, . day-star in the ocean, . delicious bed, . early to rise early to, . from his brimstone, . go sober to, . goes to, mellow, . goes to, sober, . gravity out of his, . holy angels guard thy, . hue as red as the rosy, . lies in his, . made his pendent, . mighty large, . of death, faith kneeling by his, . of death, smooth the, . of down, my thrice-driven, . of honour, , . on my grave as now my, . up in my, now, . we laugh in bed we cry in, . welcome to your gory, . with the lamb, to, . with the lark, to, . beds of raging fire, from, . of roses, make thee, . beddes hed, lever han at his, . bedfellows, strange, . bedtime, would it were, . bee, brisk as a, . buried in its own juice, . busy as a, . enclosed in amber, . had stung it newly, . not good for the, . the little busy, . where sucks the, . would choose to dream in, . bees, banks furnished with, . his helmet, a hive for, . murmuring of innumerable, . rob the hybla, . the government of, . beechen tree, spare the, . beef of england, roast, . beehive's hum, . been and may be again, . what has been has, . who that hath ever, . beer, bemus'd in, . chronicle small, . felony to drink small, . poor creature small, . beersheba, dan to, , . beetle, intolerable to a black, . that we tread upon, . three-man, . beeves and home-bred kine, . before and after, looking, . come after which was, . not lost but gone, . that which is gone, . the better foot, . the whole world, . you could say jack robinson, . beg, homer himself must, . or borrow or get a man's own, . they poor i rich they, . began best can't end the worst, . beggar maid, loved the, . on horseback, . that i am i am poor in thanks, . that is dumb may challenge double pity, . beggars die, when, . in the streets mimicked, . must be no choosers, . should be no choosers, . beggared all description, . by the strumpet wind, . beggarly account of empty boxes, . elements, weak and, . last doit, . scotchman, . beggary in the love, . begging bread, nor his seed, . the question, . beginning and the end, . bad, bad ending, . good end good, . hard, . late, choosing and, . mean and end to all things, . never ending, still, . no great love in the, . of a feast, . of a fray, . of our end, the true, . of the end, . beginnings, friendships from, . begone dull care, . begot, by whom, . how nourished how, . of nothing but vain fantasy, . beguile her of her tears, . light of light, . the thing i am, . the time look like the time, . beguiled by one, . begun for, wonder what i was, . things bad, . behaviour, check to loose, . during good, . laws of, . upon his good, . behind, worse remains, . you, if you had any eye, . behold, hath power to say, . our home, survey our empire, . the upright man, . beholding heaven, . being, beauty its own excuse for, . god a necessary, . hath a part of, . intellectual, . one principle of, . momentary taste of, . pleasing anxious, . scarcely formed, a lovely, . shot my, through earth, . beings, reasoning, . being's end and aim, our, . belated peasant, . belerium, from old, . belgium's capital had gathered there, . belgrade, by battery besiege, . belial, sons of, . belief ripened into faith, . within the prospect of, . believe, have heard and do in part, . it because it is impossible, . oft repeating they, . some make believe what they, . believes his own watch, each, . believing, with true, . bell, as a sullen, . book and candle, . church-going, . each matin, knells us back, . in a cowslip's, i lie, . merry as a marriage, . silence that dreadful, . strikes one, . tocsin of the soul, the dinner, . bells and the fudges, . chime, the sweet, . do chime, think when the, . have knolled to church, . jangled out of tune, . music of those village, . ring happy, . ring out wild, . those evening, . belle, it is vain to be a, . belligerent discordant states, . bellman, the owl the fatal, . belly, god send thee good ale, . has no ears, , . man must mind his, . spent under the devil's, . whose god is their, . with good capon lined, . bellyful of fighting, . belongings, thyself and thy, . beloved face on earth, one, . from pole to pole, . in vain, fields, . sleep, he giveth his, . below, a little heaven, . my thoughts remain, . thy element is, . bemused in beer, a parson, . ben adhem's name led, . ben bolt, . ben jonson, rare, . bench chambers, in the kings, . of heedless bishops, . bend a knotted oak, . low, shall i, . your eye on vacancy, . bendemeer's stream, roses by, . bene, good for a bootless, . beneath the churchyard stone, . the good how far, . the milk-white thorn, . the rule of men, . benedick the married man, . benediction, doth breed perpetual, . out of heavens, . benedictions, celestial, . benefit, he who confers a, . of men, use and, . benefits, desire for greater, . benevolence and love, acts of, . benighted, feels awhile, . walks under the midday sun, . bent, affection cannot hold the, . him o'er the dead, . just as the twig is, . o'er her babe, . though on pleasure she was, . top of my, . bequeathed by bleeding sire, . berkeley, coxcombs vanquish, . said there was no matter, . to, every virtue under heaven, . bermoothes, still-vexed, . berries, come to pluck your, . moulded on one stem, two, . berry, god could have made a better, . berth of the wombe, . beside a human door, . the springs of dove, . the still waters, . besier semed than he was, . besotted base ingratitude, . bess, image of good queen, . best administered, whate'er is, . are but shadows, . bad in the, . companions, . contentment, . days, afternoon of her, . discreetest, . fear not to touch the, . fools be little wise, . good man, . he serves his party, . his circumstance allows, . honest tale speeds, . lads and lassies in their, . laid schemes of mice and men, . men moulded out of faults, . men of few words are the, . of all possible worlds, . of all ways, . of dark and bright, all that 's, . of me is diligence, . of men that e'er wore earth, . of what we do and are, . of womankind, . old friends are, . part of valour, discretion the, . past and to come seems, . portion of a good man's life, . prayeth best who loveth, . prize that which is, . second thoughts are, . state, every man at his, . stolen sweets are, . things most difficult, . things not for the, . who does the, . who serves his country, . best-conditioned and unwearied, . bestial, what remains is, . bestowing, most princely in, . bestride the narrow world, . besy a man, nowher so, . beteem the winds of heaven, . bethumped with words, . betimes, what is 't to leave, . betray, nature never did, . that men, . better a bad epitaph, . be damned, . be with the dead, . berry, never made a, . bettered expectation, he hath, . day the better deed, . day the worse deed, . days, if ever you have looked on, . days, friend of my, . days, we have seen, . did i say, . elder soldier, not a, . fifty years of europe, . foot before, . for being a little bad, . grace, does it with a, . grow wiser and, . had they ne'er been born, . half, my dear my, . horse, gray mare the, . is a dinner of herbs, . is half a loaf than no bread, . is it to bow than break, . late than never, , . love given unsought is, . made by ill, good are, . much more the, . or for worse, . part of valour is discretion, . reck the rede, may you, . spared a better man, . strangers, desire we may be, . striving to, . than downright bad, . than false knaves, . than he knew, builded, . than his dog, something, . than nothing, little is, . than one of the wicked, . than you should be, . the instruction, . the worse appear the, . thou shouldest not vow, . to be lowly born, . to be much abused, . to be vile than vile esteemed, . to dwell in a corner, . to give than to take, . to have loved and lost, . to hunt in fields, . to love amiss, . to reign in hell, . to sink beneath the shock, . to wear out than to rust, . trust all and be deceived, . world, another and a, . world than this, . bettered by the borrower, . expectation, . bettering of my mind, . between the cradle and the grave, . two stools, . bevy of fair women, . beware my lord of jealousy, . of a man of one book, . of desperate steps, . of entrance to a quarrel, . of had i wist, . the fury of a patient man, . the ides of march, . bewilder, leads to, . bezonian, under which king, . bias, rules with strongest, . bible, burdens of the, . is a book of doctrine, the, . is a book of faith, the, . is a book of morals, the, . knows her true, . shows the extent of the english language, . studie was but litel on the, . bibles laid open, . bickerings to recount, . bid me discourse, . bidding, thousands speed at his, . bids expectation rise, . biennial elections, . bier, waste sorrows at my, . big manly voice, . round tears, . with the fate of rome, . with vengeance, . big-endians and small-endians, . bigger than an agate-stone, no, . than his head, seems no, . biggest rascal that walks, . bigness which you see, . bilbow, the word it was, . bilious, when i am only, . bill, as if god wrote the, . billing, amorous fond and, . billows, bounding, . distinct as the, . foam, the, . never break, where, . pilot cannot mitigate the, . roar, or heard the, . swelling and limitless, . trusted to thy, . bind, fast find fast, . safe find safe, . up my wounds, . binding nature fast in fate, . biography, an heroic poem is a, . bird, by wandering, as the, . each fond endearment tries, . in the hand, , , . in the solitude singing, . night with this her solemn, . o cuckoo! shall i call thee, . of dawning singeth all night, . of passage, the cuckoo a, . of the air, . on the wing, . rare, in the land, . soul of our grandam might inhabit a, . that fyleth his own nest, , . that shunn'st the noise, . the attic, . birds, charm of earliest, . confabulate, if, . eagle suffers little, to sing, . i see my way as, . in cages, as with, . in last year's nest, , . in their little nests agree, . joyous the, . melodious, sing madrigals, . of the air have nests, . sang east and west, . sang, where late the sweet, . time of the singing of, . with chaff, catch old, . without despair to get in, . bird-cage in a garden, . birnam wood, , . birth, death borders upon our, . dew of thy, . is but a sleep, . nothing but our death begun, . of that significant word flirtation, . our saviour's, is celebrated, . place of my, . repeats the story of her, . revolts from true, . science frowned not on his, . smiled on my, . the sunshine is a glorious, . 't is fortune gives us, . birthplace, great homer's, . biscay, bay of, . biscuit, dry as the remainder, . bishop, church without a, . hypocrisy of a, . bishops, bench of heedless, . bit me, though he had, . with an envious worm, . you if it had been a bear, . bite, bark worse than his, . dogs delight to bark and, . the hand that fed them, . the man recovered of the, . bites, three, of a cherry, . shrewdly, the air, . biteth like a serpent, . biting for anger, eager soul, . bitter as coloquintida, . change, feels the, . cold, 't is, . cross, on the, . end, . ere long, . fancy, food of, . is a scornful jest, . memory, wakes the, . o'er the flowers, some, , . past, more welcome is the sweet, . bittern booming in the weeds, . bitterns, london an habitation of, . bitterness, knoweth his own, . of things, from out the, . bivouac of the dead, . blabbing and remorseful day, . eastern scout, . black and gray, friars white, . and midnight hags, . beetle, intolerable to a, . customary suits of solemn, . despair, . every white will have its, . eyes and lemonade, . hung be the heavens with, . is a pearl in woman's eye, . is not so black, . it stood as night, . let the devil wear, . men of coromandel, . more, than ash-buds, . or red, bokes clothed in, . spirits and white, . to red began to turn, . white shall not neutralize the, . with tarnished gold, . blackberries, plentiful as, . blackbird to whistle, . blackguards both, . blacks had no rights, the, . bladder, blows a man up like a, . bladders, boys that swim on, . blade, heart-stain away on its, . notches on the, . sheathes the vengeful, . trenchant toledo trusty, . blades, spanish, . to greece we give our shining, . two, of grass to grow, . blaize, lament for madam, . blame, dispraise or, . in part to, is she, , . blameless vestal's lot, . blanch without the owner's crime, . blanche, sweetheart and tray, . bland, childlike and, . blandishments of life, . will not fascinate us, . blank, creation 's, . misgivings of a creature, . my lord, a, . of nature's works, . blasphemes his feeder, . blasphemy in the soldier, . blast, chill november's surly, . he died of no, . of that dread horn, . of war blows in our ears, . rushing of the, . striding the, . upon his bugle horn, . blasts from hell, . of wind, hollow, . blasted, no sooner blown but, . with excess of light, . blastments, contagious, . blaze, burst out into sudden, . liberty's unclouded, . of noon, . blazed with lights, . blazon, eternal, must not be, . blazoning pens, quirks of, . bleak our lot, though, . bleed, carcasses, at the sight of the murderer, . heart for which others, . they have torn me and i, . bleeding country save, my, . piece of earth, . blend our pleasure, . bless, none whom we can, . the hand that gave the blow, . the hand that gives the, . thee bottom, . thee, hold fast till he, . blessed, children call her, . dejected, while another 's, . do above, what the, . feet nailed on the bitter cross, . he alone is, . he that considereth the poor, . he who expects nothing, . i have been, . is the healthy nature, . man, half part of a, . martyr, thou fallest a, . mood, that, . more, to give, . none but such as be, . part to heaven, gave his, . shall be thy basket, . them unaware, i, . three, chief among the, . who ne'er was born, . blessedness, single, . blesses his stars, . blesseth her with happy hands, . him that gives, . blessing dear, makes a, . health is the second, . i had most need of, . lord dismiss us with thy, . national debt a national, . no harm in, . of the old testament, . out of god's blessing, , . steal immortal, from her lips, . that money cannot buy, . the pretender, no harm in, . blessings be with them, . brighten as they take their flight, . from whom all, flow, . liberty one of the most valuable, . on him that invented sleep, . two of life's greatest, . wait on virtuous deeds, . without number, . blest, araby the, . never is, but always to be, . i have been, . in blessing others, . it is twice, . kings may be, . paper-credit, . with temper with unclouded ray, . with some new joys, . blew great guns, . you hither, what wind, . blight, bloom or, . treason like a deadly, . blind bard, be that, . be to her faults a little, . dazzles to, . eyes to the, feet to the lame, . fortune though she is, . fury, comes the, . girl comes from afar, . guides strain at a gnat, . he that is strucken, . his soul with clay, . lead the blind, if the, . love is, and lovers cannot see, . love must needs be, . man's erring judgment, . none so, as will not see, , , . old man of scio's rocky isle, . winged cupid is painted, . blindly, loved sae, . blindness, or i all, . bliss, all that poets feign of, . bowers of, . brightly glow the hues of, . centres in the mind, . certainty of waking, . domestic happiness, only, . gained by some degree of woe, . health the vital principle of, . how exquisite the, . ignorance is, where, . in possession, will not last, . in that dawn to be alive, . it excels all other, . momentary, . must gain, we every, . no greater, . of paradise, thou only, . of solitude, inward eye the, . source of all my, . sum of earthly, . that earth affords, . to die for our country, . virtue makes the, . virtue only makes our, . which centres in the mind, . winged hours of, . blissful and dear, . blithe, no lark more, . block, chip of the old, . blockhead, no, ever wrote for money, . the bookful, . blood and state, glories of our, . beats with his, . beauty fires the, . brain may devise laws for the, . burns, when the, . clean from my hand, wash this, . cold in clime cold in, . drenched in fraternal, . drizzled upon the capitol, . dyed waters, . earth helped him with the cry of, . fierce as frenzy's fevered, . flesh and, can't bear it, . freeze thy young, . glories of our, . guiltless of his country's, . hand raised to shed his, . harbingers of, . her pure and eloquent, . hey-day in the, . in an old man's heart, . in him, so much, . in their dastardly veins, . is tame, when the, . is thicker than water, . is very snow-broth, . is warm within, . of a british man, . of all the howards, . of the martyrs, . of tyrants, . rebellious liquors in my, . ruddy drop of manly, . savageness in unreclaimed, . sensations sweet felt in the, . sign to know the gentle, . so cheap, flesh and, . spoke in her cheeks, . stepped so far in, . stirs to rouse a lion, . strong as flesh and, . summon up the, . that healest with, . to ears of flesh and, . was thin and old, . weltering in his, . what potent, hath may, . whoso sheddeth man's, . will follow the knife, . bloodless race with feeble voice, . bloods, breed of noble, . bloodshed, fear and, . blood-tinctured heart, . bloody instructions, we but teach, . mary, image of, . bloom, drives full on thy, . is shed, seize the flower its, . lips he has pressed in their, . of young desire, . of youth, in the, . or blight, . sight of vernal, . that kill the, . blooming alone, left, . blossom and bear fruit, let it, . as the rose, . in the dust, . that hangs on the bough, . to-morrow, . blossomed the lovely stars, . blossoms, arborett with painted, . hope's tender, . in the trees, . of my sin, cut off in the, . blot, art to, . creation's, . know what they discreetly, . not one line he could wish to, . on his name, no, . blotted it out forever, . paper, that ever, . blow, adore the hand that gives the, . and swallow the same moment, . bless the hand that gave the, . bold i can meet his, . bugle blow, . death loves a signal, . freedom only deals the deadly, . hand that dealt the, . hand that gives the, . liberty is in every, . might be the be-all, . on the head, . on whom i please, . perhaps may turn his, . remember thy swashing, . the horrid deed in every eye, . themselves must strike the, . the stormy winds do, . thou winter wind, . till they have wakened death, . what wood a cudgel is by the, . wind! come wrack, . winds and crack your cheeks, . word and a, , . blows and buffets of the world, . and knocks, apostolic, . man up like a bladder, . of circumstance, . bloweth where it listeth, . blown, no sooner, but blasted, . with restless violence, . blue above and blue below, . and gold, clad in, . bide by the buff and, . darkly deeply beautifully, , . ethereal sky, . eyes of unholy, . heaven above us bent, . love and tears for the, . meagre hag, . presbyterian true, . roses red and violets, . rushing of the rhone, . sky bends over all, . sky, canopied by the, . the fresh the ever free, . why does thy nose look so, . blue-fringed lids, . blue-stocking, sagacious, . blunder free us, frae monie a, . worse than a crime, . you find in men this, . youth is a, . blunderbuss against religion, . blundering kind of melody, . blunders about a meaning, . blush of maiden shame, . of modesty, grace and, . shame where is thy, . to find it fame, do good and, . to give it in, . unseen, born to, . blushed as he gave in the oath, . before, we never, . the conscious water, . young men that, . blushes at the name, . bear away those, . man that, not quite a brute, . blushful hippocrene, . blushing apparitions, . honours, bears his, . is the colour of virtue, , . like the morn, . blustering band, they march a, . railer, . boards, ships are but, . boast, can imagination, . he lives to build not, . independence be our, . murray was our, . not thyself of to-morrow, . of heraldry, . such is the patriot's, . veil the matchless, . boastful boys, earth's, . neighs, high and, . boat is on the shore, . oar in every man's, . swiftly glides the bonnie, . boatman, take thrice thy fee, . boats should keep near shore, . bobbed for whale, . bobtail tike, . bocara's vaunted gold, . bodes me no good, . some strange eruption, . bodied forth, softly, . bodies, conceit in weakest, . ghosts of defunct, . of unburied men, . one soul in two, . pressed the dead, . princes like to heavenly, . soldiers bore dead, by, . to life, brought dead, . two, with one soul, . bodiless creation, . boding tremblers, . bodkin, with a bare, . body, absent from the, . absent in, . blameless mind and faultless, . cleanness of, . clog of his, . demd damp moist, . distressed in mind or estate, . enough to cover his mind, not, . eye is the light of the, . filled and vacant mind, . form doth take, of the soul, . is under hatches, . lodged a mighty mind, whose, . mind, or estate, . nature is, whose, . nought cared this, . of the time, very age and, . one of a lean, . pent, here in the, . presence of, . sickness-broken, . so young with so old a head, . sprang at once to the height, the, . thought, almost say her, . to that pleasant country's earth, his, . with my, i thee worship, . body's guest, go soul the, . bog or steep, o'er, . serbonian, . bogs dens and shades of death, . unapproachable, . boil an egg, the vulgar, . like a pot, maketh the deep, . boisterous captain of the sea, . bokes clothed in black or red, . bold as a lion, . bad man, , . everywhere be, . i can meet his blow, . john barleycorn, . man that first eat an oyster, . virtue is, . boldest held his breath, . boldness again boldness, . ever meets with friends, . bolingbroke was a scoundrel, . bolt of cupid fell, where the, . the fool's, is soon shot, . bombastes, must meet, . bond, nominated in the, . of fate, take a, . 't is not in the, . trust man on his oath or, . word good as his, . bondage led, when israel was from, . out of the land of, . whole eternity in, . bondman let me live, . so base that would be a, . bondman's key, in a, . bonds of ignorance, . bondsmen, hereditary, . bone and skin, two millers, . as curs mouth a, . bites him to the, . bred in the, , . of manhood, . of my bones, . of thy bone, . wasted to skin and, . bones are coral made, of his, . canonized, . cursed be he that moves my, . for bacon, broken, . full of dead men's, . good oft interred with their, . his honoured, . made no more, . misery worn him to the, . mutine in a matron's, . paste and cover to our, . rattle his, over the stones, . tell all my, i may, . to lay his weary, among ye, . to sit in my, . weave thread with, . whose dice were human, . with aches, fill all thy, . bonny doon, banks and braes of, . bononcini, compared to, . booby son, father craves a, . mother who 'd give her, . book, adversary had written a, . all the world knows me in my, . and heart must never part, . and volume of my brain, . beware of a man of one, . blessed companion is a, . containing such vile matter, . dainties bred in a, . face is as a, . go little, . good kill a man as kill a good, . half a library to make one, . honestly come by, . i 'll drown my, . in black or red, . in breeches, macaulay is a, . in gold clasps, . in sour misfortune's, . is a book, . is the precious life-blood, a, . never read, like a sacred, . no, but has something good, , . note it in a, . of fate, heaven hides the, . of human life, . of knowledge fair, . of nature short of leaves, . of songs and sonnets, . only read perhaps by me, . or friend, with a religious, . security in an old, . so fairly bound, . so unconning, o little, . what to put first in a, . when a nobleman writes a, . who reads an american, . words printed in a, . books a university, . and dreams are each a world, . and money placed for show, . are a substantial world, . assume the care of, . authority from others', . by which the printers lost, . cannot always please, . comments on, . deep versed in, . forefathers had no other, . he comes not in my, . in her mind the wisest, . in the running brooks, . knowing i loved my, . like proverbs, . lineaments of gospel, . men that will make you, . must follow sciences, . next o'er his, . not in your, . of honour razed from the, . of making many, . of nature, . old manners old, . on the soul, i have written three, . or work or healthful play, . our forefathers had no other, . philosophers will put their names to their, . preserved and stored up in, . some are lies, . some, to be tasted, . speaks about his own, . spectacles of, . stuffed with stoical reasonings, . sweet serenity of, . talismans and spells, . tenets change with, . that nourish all the world, . they read, their, . to hold in the hand, . toil o'er, . up and quit your, . upon his head, so many, . were woman's looks, my only, . which are no books, . wiser grow without, . you need, homer all the, . bookful blockhead, . bookish theoric, . bookmen, you two are, . boot, appliances and means to, . booted and spurred, . bootless bene, good for a, . boots displace, dares this pair of, . it at one gate, what, . bo-peep, played at, . border, let that aye be your, . bore a bright golden flower, . my point, thus i, . the world, him who, . without abuse, . boreas, blustering railer, . bores and bored, the, . through his castle wall, . born, better ne'er been, . better to be lowly, . blessed who ne'er was, . cry for being, . days, in my, . for immortality, . for success, . for the universe, . great, some are, . highest calamity to be, . how happy is he, . in arcadia, i too was, . in a bower, . in a cellar, , . in a wood to be afraid of an owl, . in bed in bed we die, . in better days, . in silent darkness, . in sin, adam's sons, . in the garret, . knew that before you were, . or taught, happy is he, . poet is made as well as, . so, men are to be, . that ever i was, . to be a slave, . to blush unseen, . to die that were not, . to do, the thing that i was, . to inquire after truth, . to set it right, . to the manner, . under a rhyming planet, . borne, and yet must bear, . away with every breath, . down by the flying, . his faculties so meek, . like thy bubbles, onward, . borrow the name of the world, to, . to beg or to, . borrowed things, disguising, . wit, wings of, . borrower, bettered by the, . is servant to the lender, . nor a lender be, . of the night, . borrowing dulls the edge, . such kind of, . who goeth a, goeth a sorrowing, , . bosom, cleanse the stuffed, . bears, snow which thy frozen, . come rest in this, . man take fire in his, . of god, her seat is the, . of his father and his god, . of the ocean, buried in the, . of the sea, , . of thy god, calm on the, . on thy fair, silver lake, . sleep in abraham's, . slow growth in an aged, . swell, with thy fraught, . third in your, . thorns that in her, lodge, . warm cheek and rising, . was young, when my, . what, beats not, . wife of thy, . with his hand on his, . wring his, and die, . bosoms, come home to men's, . quiet to quick, . bosom's lord sits lightly, . bosomed deep in vines, . high in tufted trees, . bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, . boston and concord, there is, . solid men of, . state house the hub, . botanize upon his mother's grave, . botany, latin names all their, . both and either, . in the wrong, . sides, much may be said on, , . thanks and use, . were young, . bottle, little for the, . of hay, needle in a, . bottom, my ventures are not in one, . of the deep, dive into the, . of the sea, . of the worst, . search not his, . thou art translated, . tub upon its own, , . bough, apollo's laurel, . blossom that hangs on the, . the bud is on the, . touch not a single, . boughs are daily rifled, . so pendulous and fair, . that shake against the cold, . bought, now cheaply, . bound in shallows and miseries, . in those icy chains, . into saucy doubts, . bounding billows, . boundless contiguity of shade, . his wealth, . our thoughts as, . seas, twixt two, . bounds, dances in his crystal, . of freakish youth, . of freedom wider yet, . of modesty, . of place and time, . vulgar, . bounties of an hour, . bounty fed, those his former, . large was his, . no winter in his, . not till judgment guide his, . of earth, fed by the, . bourbon or nassau, . bourn no traveller returns, . bout, many a winding, . bow before thine altar love, . better to, than break, . many strings to your, . stubborn knees, . to that whose course is run, . too tensely strong, . two strings to his, . bowed, at her feet he, . the heavens high, . bowels of compassion, . of the earth, . of the harmless earth, . of the land, . bower, born in a, . by bendemeer's stream, . eveleen's, . led her to the nuptial, . of roses, . orange flower perfumes the, . bowers of bliss, . silver, leave, . bowl, born to drain the, . golden, be broken, . mingles with my friendly, . bows, 't is penning, . box, breathes from yonder, . twelve good men into a, . where sweets compacted lie, . boxes, beggarly account of empty, . boy and youth, 'twixt, . at drury's a happy, . chatterton the marvellous, . get money, . hath sold him a bargain, . lad of mettle a good, . laughing, hear that, . love is a, by poets styled, . o would i were a, again, . parlous, . playing on the sea-shore, . stood on the burning deck, . than when i was a, . that shoots so trim, . twelve years ago i was a, . who would not be a, . you hear that, laughing, . boys, claret the liquor for, . earth's boastful, . fear, with bugs, . go wooing in my, . grief for, . like little wanton, . three merry, are we, . throw stones at frogs, . to learn what is necessary for, . to learn what is useful as men, . boyhood's years, tears of, . boyish days, even from my, . brach or lym, . bradshaw bullied, . braes, among thy green, . of balloch, o'er the, . we twa hae run about the, . braggart with my tongue, . braid, blowing the ringlet from the, . braids of lilies, twisted, . brain, book and volume of my, . books the children of the, . children of an idle, . coinage of your, . dry as the remainder biscuit, . heat-oppressed, . him with his lady's fan, . like madness in the, . made out of the carver's, . may devise laws, . memory warder of the, . mint of phrases in his, . paper bullets of the, . shallow draughts intoxicate the, . should possess a poet's, . too finely wrought, . vex the, with researches, . written troubles of the, . brains could not move, . cudgel thy, no more about it, . excise our, . steal away their, . unhappy, for drinking, . when the, were out, . brake that virtue must go through, the, . branch, cut is the, . branch-charmed oaks, . branches, giant, tossed, . of learning, . branching elm, star-proof, . brandy, a hero must drink, . and water, sipped, . nothing extenuate for the, . branksome hall, custom of, . brass, evil manners live in, . nor stone nor earth, . sounding, . brave, annals of the, . councils of the, . days of old, . deserves the fair, none but the, . fears of the, . fortune helps the, . home of the, . how sleep the, . live on, the, . man chooses, . man struggling, . men before agamemnon, . that are no more, . the unreturning, . toll for the, . who rush to glory, . bravely becomest thy bed, . fleshed thy maiden sword, . bravery, all her, . of his grief, . bravest are the tenderest, the, . braw brass collar, . brawling woman in a wide house, . bray a fool in a mortar, . brayed with minstrelsy, . brazen throat of war, . breach, imminent deadly, . more honoured in the, . once more unto the, . breaches, ambuscades, . bread and butter, quarrel with my, . and butter, no, of mine, . and butter, smell of, . and the gospel is good fare, . better is half a loaf than no, . crust of, and liberty, . crammed with distressful, . die for beauty than live for, . eaten in secret, . half-penny worth of, . he took the, and brake it, . homer begged his, . if his son ask, . in one hand stone the other, . in sorrow ate his, . is buttered, which side my, . is the staff of life, , . looked to government for, . man doth not live by, only, . man shall not live by, alone, . nor his seed begging, . of banishment, eating the bitter, . of idleness, . should be so dear, that, . upon the waters, cast thy, . whole stay of, . wondering for his, . break, better to bow than, . it to our hope, . of day, eyes the, . of the wave, . breakers the euxine's dangerous, . wantoned with thy, . breakfast on a lion's lip, . scheme for her own, . with what appetite you have, . breaking waves dashed high, . breast, against othello's, . arm the obdured, . beauteous head drops upon his, . bless it upon my, . calm the troubled, . cross on her white, . eternal in the human, . fair as thine ideal, . feeble woman's, . knock the, . marble of her snowy, . master-passion in the, . monuments upon my, . ne'er learned to glow, whose, . on her white, . round its, the rolling clouds, . soothe the savage, . sunshine of the, . tamer of the human, . thine ideal, . told but to her mutual, . toss him to my, . truth hath a quiet, . two hands upon the, . where learning lies, . with dauntless, . within his own clear, . within our, this jewel lies, . breast-high, amid the corn, . breastplate, what stronger, . breasts the keen air, . breath, bated, . boldest held his, the, . borne away with every, . call back the fleeting, . came o'er the sea, no, . can make them, . cytherea's, . down and out of, . extend a mother's, . hope's perpetual, . is in his nostrils, . last moment of his, . life of mortal, . lightly draws its, . little flesh a little, . most breathes, where, . mouth-honour, . of flowers sweeter in the air, . of heaven, . of kings, princes are, . of men, she takes away the, . of morn, sweet is the, . one more weary of, . regular as infant's, . revives him, . rides on the posting winds, . smells wooingly, heaven's, . suck my last, . summer's ripening, . the tempest's, prevail, . thou art, a, . to cool his porridge, , . to cool his pottage, . to the latest, . weary of, . when the good man yields his, . wither at the north-wind's, . breaths, we live in thoughts not, . breathe not his name, . thoughts that, . were life as though to, . breathed the long long night, . breathers of this world, . breathes despair, there, . from yonder box, . must suffer, who, . there the man, . breathing household laws, . of the common wind, . time of day with me, . time, peace only a, . upon a bank of violets, . we watched her, . world, into this, . breathless with adoration, . bred in a book, dainties that are, . in the bone, , . in the kitchen, . where is fancy, . breech where honour 's lodged, . breeches are so queer, . cost but a crown, , . macaulay is a book in, . women wear the, . breed a habit, use doth, . for barren metal, . of men, this happy, . of noble bloods, . breeding, to show your, . breeds by a composture, . breeze, battle and the, . every passing, . far as the, can bear, . is on the sea, the, . of nature stirring, . refreshes in the, . without a, without a tide, . breezy call of morn, . hill that skirts the down, . brent, your bonny brow was, . brentford, two kings of, . brethren, great twin, . to dwell together in unity, . brevity is the soul of wit, . brews, as he, . bribe, too poor for a, . brick-dust man, the, . bricks are alive this day, . by chance or fortune, . bridal chamber, come to the, . of the earth and sky, . bride, society my glittering, . wife dearer than the, . bride-bed to have decked, . bridegroom, fresh as a, . brides, as the lion wooes his, . bridge, horatius kept the, . of sighs, on the, . that arched the flood, . with grooms and porters on the, . bridle, taxed, . brief as the lightning, . as woman's love, . authority, drest in a little, . candle, out out, . let me be, . 't is, my lord, . briers, working-day full of, . bright and yellow gold, . angels are still, . as young diamonds, . best of dark and, . consummate flower, . dark with excessive, . her angels face shined, . honour, pluck, . must fade, all that is, . old age serene and, . or good, not too, . particular star, a, . promise of your early day, . things come to confusion, . waters meet, where the, . brighten all our future days, . blessings, as they take their flight, . brightening to the last, . brightens his crest, joy, . how the wit, . brightest and best of the sons, . fell, though the, . still the fleetest, . wisest, meanest, . bright-eyed fancy, . science watches, . brightly breaks the morning, . smile and sweetly sing, . brightness, amazing, . lost her original, . purity and truth, . brignall banks are wild, . brilliant frenchman, . brim, pleasure drown the, . sparkles near the, . the quaker loves an ample, . brimstone bed, from his, . bring me to the test, . the day, sweet phosphor, . the rathe primrose, . your wounded hearts, . bringer of that joy, . of unwelcome news, . brisk and giddy-paced times, . as a bee in conversation, . britain at heaven's command, . where now is, . britain's monarch uncovered sat, . britannia needs no bulwarks, . rules the waves, . brither, like a vera, . british isles, the little speck, . man, smell the blood of, . manhood, piece of, . oak, shadow of the, . public in a fit of morality, . soldier, the, . stare, with a stony, . briton even in love should be a subject, . britons never shall be slaves, . broad is the way, . blown all his crimes, . broad-based upon her people's will, . broad-brimmed hat, . broadcloth without, . brogues, my clouted, . broil and battle, feats of, . broke the die, nature, . the good meeting, . broken reed, this, . with the storms of state, . broken-hearted, half, . ne'er been, . brokenly live on, . bronze is the mirror of the form, . broods and sleeps on his own heart, . brook and river meet, where, . as thou these ashes little, . can see no moon but this, the, . falls scattered down, the, . fast by a, . i could not hear the, . is deep, where the, . noise like of a hidden, . siloa's, . sparkling with a, . that turns a mill, . the weather, many can, . brooks, books in the running, . in vallombrosa, . make rivers, . moon looks on many, . murmuring near the running, . panteth after the water, . rivers wide and shallow, . shallow, rivers wide, . sloping into, . brooked the eternal devil, . brookside, i wandered by the, . broom, new, sweeps clean, . broomstick, write finely upon a, . brother, am i not a man and a, . bear with your own, . call my, back to me, . every author would his, kill, . exquisite to relieve a, . followed brother, fast has, . hurt my, . in dealing with a, . my father's, . near the throne, no, . no author ever spared a, . no friend no, there, . of death, sleep the, . of the angle, . of the sky, . resume the man and forget the, . sleep, death and his, . sticketh closer than a, . to death, sleep, . to his sister, as a, . we are both in the wrong, . you called me, . brothers, all the, of my father's house, . all valiant, . counterfeit presentment of two, . forty thousand, . in distress, affliction's sons are, . in peace, . men my, . row, the stream runs fast, . sons and kindred slain, . we are both in the wrong, . we band of, . brotherhood, monastic, . of venerable trees, . brother's father dad, called, . keeper, am i my, . murder, curse upon a, . brow, crystal of his, . flushing his, . furrows on another's, . grace was seated on this, . no wrinkle on thine azure, . o'er that, a shadow fling, . of egypt, beauty in a, . pain and anguish wring thy, . sweat of a man's, . was brent, your bonny, . brows bound, now are our, . gathering her, . night-cap decked his, . of him that uttered nothing base, . sweat of my, . whose shady, . brown bread and the gospel, . study, some, . bruce has often led, scots whom, . bruise, parmaceti for an inward, . bruised reed shall he not break, . with adversity, . brunt of cannon ball, . brushers of noblemen's clothes, . brushing with hasty steps, . brute, et tu, . brute, not quite a, . brutes, without women we had been, . brutish, life of man, . brutus, cæsar had his, . grows so covetous, . i am no orator as, . is an honourable man, . there was a, once, . will start a spirit, . bubble burst and now a world, . fire burn and cauldron, . honour but an empty, . on the fountain, like the, . reputation, seeking the, . whose life is a, . world is a, . bubbles, borne like thy, . the earth hath, . with beaded, . bubbling cry of a strong swimmer, . groan, sinks with, . loud-hissing urn, . venom, flings its, . buck of the first head, . bucket, as a drop of a, . moss-covered, the, . old oaken, iron-bound, . buckets into empty wells, , . buckhurst choose, i would, . buckingham, so much for, . buckram suits, rogues in, . bucolical juvenal, . bud bit with an envious worm, . flower when offered in the, . is on the bough again, . like a worm in the, . of love, this, . of youth, worm is in the, . out faire, . shut and be a, again, . the rose is sweeter in the, . to heaven conveyed, . budding rose above the rose, . rose is fairest when 't is, . budge an inch, i 'll not, . doctors of the stoic fur, . significant and, . buds the promise of celestial worth, . buff and the blue, bide by the, . buffets and rewards, fortune's, . of the world, blows and, . buffoon, statesman and, . bug in a rug, snug as a, . bugs, fear boys with, . bugle, blow, . horn, one blast upon his, . build as chance will have it, . beneath the stars, who, . for him, others should, . not boast, he lives to, . thee more stately mansions, . the lofty rhyme, . we up the being that we are, . when we mean to, . builded better than he knew, . builders refused, stone which the, . wrought with greatest care, . buildeth on the vulgar heart, . building, stole the life of the, . builds a church to god, . built a lordly pleasure-house, . a paper-mill, . god a church, . in one day, rome was not, . in the eclipse, . on another man's ground, . on stubble, earth's base, . bull, assyrian, . dog ounce bear and, . or forge a, . to enjoy leda, . bullen's eyes, gospel-light from, . bullets of the brain, paper, . bullocks, how a good yoke of, . whose talk is of, . bulls in cymbrian plain, . bully, like a tall, . bulrush, knot in a, . bulrushes, dam the nile with, . bulwark of our island, floating, . never-failing, . bulwarks against anti-republican tendencies, . britannia needs no, . bundle of relations, man a, . bunghole, stopping a, . bunker-hill, there is lexington and, . burden and heat of the day, . every man bears his own, . grasshopper shall be a, . i live an idle, . of a sigh, . of his song, this the, . of some merry song, sad, . of the desert of the sea, . of the mystery, . of threescore, . prosperous fool a grievous, . sacred, is this life, . superfluous, loads the day, . burdens of the bible old, . the ease of, . burglary, flat, as ever was committed, . burial of an ass, . buried base, column with the, . burn, bubbles winking at the, . daylight, . to the socket, hearts, . while the lamp holds out to, . within us, heart, . words that, . burned is apollo's laurel bough, . burning and a shining light, . burns out another's, . deck, boy stood on the, . marle, over the, . your lights, . burnished dove, . sun, livery of the, . burn-mill meadow, sweets of, . burns, adores and, . alive all the whores, . out another's burning, . with one love, . burnt child dreads the fire, . half his troy was, . burrs, conversation's, . burst in ignorance, let me not, . bury cæsar, i come to, . in oblivion, . me on my face, . bush and bank, over, . beat the, . good wine needs no, . hawthorn, with seats beneath, . man in the, with god may meet, . supposed a bear, how easy is a, . the thief doth fear each, . bushel, do not sit down on a, . bushels of chaff, . busier seemed than he was, . business, come home to men's, . despatch is the soul of, . dinner lubricates, . end of this day's, . every man has, . everybody's, is nobody's, . every man mind his own, . hours set apart for, . in great waters, . in this state, . man diligent in, . man to double, bound, . nobody's, . no feeling of his, . not to question our, . of one who studies philosophy, . of the day, be drunk the, . prayer all his, . so ends the bloody, . some men take to, . talents equal to, . talk of nothing but, . that we love, . those that are above, . unembarrassed by cares of, . will never hold water, this, . with an income at its heels, . businesses and customs, . buskin, shuffles of the, . bust, animated, . bustle of resort, various, . busts between, placed the, . busy, a man, so, . as a bee, . bee, how doth the, . companies of men, . curious, thirsty fly, . hammers closing rivets up, . haunts of men, in the, . hum of men, . whisper circling round, . with the crowded hour, . world an idler to, . busybodies speaking things, . busybody, be not wordy nor a, . but me no buts, . butchered to make a roman holiday, . butchers, gentle with these, . butter, bread and, of mine, . bread and, smell of, . in a lordly dish, . quarrel with my bread and, . words smoother than, . would not melt in her mouth, , . buttered, which side my bread is, . butterflies no bees, no, . butterfly, i 'd be a, . upon a wheel, . button, did not care a, . on fortune's cap, . buttoned down before, coat, . button-hole lower, let me take you, . buttons be disclosed, . i had a soul above, . buttress nor coign of vantage, . buy it, they lose it that do, . my flowers, o buy, . with you sell with you, . buyer, it is naught saith the, . buying or selling of pig, . by and by is easily said, . byron's poetry, ethics from, . byword, proverb and a, . byzantium is not big enough to hold us, . byzantium's conquering foe, . cabbage, pepper his, . cabined cribbed confined, . loop-hole, . cable for a line, . cadence of a rugged line, harsh, . sweet in, . cadmean victory, . cadmus gave the letters, . cæsar and his fortunes, . bled, where some buried, . dead and turned to clay, . great, fell, . had his brutus, . hath wept, . i appeal unto, . i come to bury, . imperious, dead, . in every wound of, . not that i loved, less, . rebellion fraud and, . render therefore unto, . start a spirit as soon as, . upon what meat doth, feed, . with a senate at his heels, . yesterday the word of, . you carry, and his fortunes, . cæsar's, things which are, . wife above suspicion, . wife not to be suspected, . cage, nor iron bars a, . cages, as with birds in, . young ladies make nets not, . cain, old tubal, . the first city made, . cake, eat thy, and have it, . is dough, my, . cakes and ale, no more, . calamity, enigmatical sort of, . fortune not satisfied with one, . is man's true touchstone, . learn from another's, . of so long life, . to be born the highest, . caledonia stern and wild, . caledonia's cause, support, . calf's-skin on those recreant limbs, . call a coach, go, . a spade a spade, . back yesterday, . evil good good evil, . for the robin-redbreast, . it by some better name, . it holy ground, . me a spade, don't, . me early mother dear, . my brother back to me, . nothing but coach, coach, . our own, nothing can we, . shapes that come not at an earthly, . the breezy, . the cattle home, . these delicate creatures ours, . things by their right names, . to-day his own, he who can, . us to penance, . you that backing your friends, . called, many are, . the new world into existence, . caller, him who calleth be the, . calling, in his, let him nothing call but coach, . shapes, . calls back the lovely april, . calm, after a storm, comes a, . and silent night, . day of slumberous, . familiar talk, . here find that, . lights of philosophy, . of idle vacancy, . on the bosom of thy god, . on the listening ear, . so deep, i never felt a, . the troubled breast, . thou mayst smile, . tracts of, from tempest, . calmer of unquiet thoughts, . calmness made, keeps the law in, . calms after tempest, . calumnious strokes, . calumny, shalt not escape, . calvin and oatmeal, land of, . calvinistic creed, a, . cambuscan bold, story of, . cambyses' vein, . came i saw i conquered, . prologue, excuse, . saw and overcame, . camel, cloud in shape of a, . like a, indeed, . swallow a, . through the eye of a needle, . to thread the postern, . camilla scours the plain, . camomile the more it is trodden, . campaspe, cupid and, . camping-ground, fame's eternal, . can it be that this is all, . such things be, . this be death, . canadian hills, cold on, . candid friend, the, . where we can, be, . candied tongue, let the, . candle, from their torches i light my, . hold a, . in the sun, . light such a, . looking in the daytime with a, . of understanding, . out out brief, . poor sport not worth the, . scarcely fit to hold a, . shall never be put out, . throws his beams, . to my shames, . to the sun, , . to thy merit, thy modesty 's a, . candles are all out, . are out, when the, . be out all cats be grey, , . night's, are burnt out, . of the night, . candy, glorified, . cane, conduct of a clouded, . canker and the grief are mine, the, . galls the infants of the spring, . cankers of a calm world, . cannibals that eat each other, . cannikin, why clink the, . cannon ball, brunt of, . by our sides, . to right of them, . cannon's mouth, even in the, . cannot come to good, . tell how the truth be, . canon 'gainst self-slaughter, . canonized bones, . canopied by the blue sky, . canopy, most excellent, the air, . the skies, my, . under the, . which love has spread, . canst not say i did it, . thou guide arcturus, . cant of criticism, . of hypocrites, . cantankerous, you won't be so, . cantilena of the law, . canting world, in this, . cants which are canted, . canvas glowed beyond nature, . cap, addressing myself to my, . button on fortune's, . by night a stocking all the day, , . of youth, riband in the, . whiter than driven snow, . capacity, soul discontented with, . cap-a-pe, armed at point exactly, . capability and godlike reason, . capable of nothing but dumb-shows, . caparisons don't become a young woman, . cape, round the stormy, . caper, provokes the, . capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, . capital, belgium's, . solicits the aid of labor, . capitol, drizzled blood upon the, . who was 't betrayed the, . capon, lined with good, . captain, becomes his captain's, . but a choleric word in the, . christ, soul unto his, . good, lost in an ill general, . ill, good attending, . jewels in the carcanet, . of complements, . of the sea, a boisterous, . wattle, ever hear of, . captive good, attending, ill, . whose words all ears took, . capulets, family vault of all the, . tomb of the, . car, drive the rapid, . rattling o'er the street, . caravan, innumerable, . the phantom, . carcanet, jewels in the, . carcase is, wheresoever the, . of robinson crusoe, . carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer, . card, clear conscience is a sure, . he 's a sure, . reason the, passion the gale, . speak by the, . cards, old age of, . patience and shuffle the, . played for kisses, . care, begone dull, . beyond to-day, . cast away, . deliberation and public, . draws in the trains of men, . earliest latest, . feed me with a shepherd's, . fig for woe, and a fig for, . for me, if naebody, . for nobody no not i, . his useful, was ever nigh, . i how chaste she be, . i how fair she be, , . i 'm free from, . in heaven is there, . is an enemy to life, . keeps his watch, . lift her with, . lodges where sleep will never lie, . make pale my cheeks with, . not, i may although i, . ravelled sleave of, . so wan with, . that buy it with much, . the least as feeling her, . there 's neither could nor, . to our coffin adds a nail, . weep away the life of, . why are we fond of toil and, . will kill a cat, , . with judicious, . wrinkled, derides, . cares and delicate fears, humble, . are all ended, his, . beguiled by sports, . depressed with, . dividing his, . ever against eating, . far from mortal, . fret thy soul with, . if no one, for me, . nobler loves and nobler, . of business, unembarrassed by, . of gain, unvexed with the, . that infest the day, . unvexed with all the, of gain, . whose constant, . care-charmer sleep, . cared not to be at all, . career of his humour, . careful of the type, . careless childhood strayed, . in deeds, be not, . of the single life, . shoe-string, . song now and then, . their merits or faults, . trifle, as 't were a, . caress, wooing the, . carlyle, scolding from, . carnegie, johnnie, lais heer, . carols as he goes, . carpet knights, , , . carry cæsar, you, . gentle peace, right hand, . carrying three insides, . cart before the horse, . now traversed the, . sung ballads from a, . carved for many a year, names, . head fantastically, . not a line, we, . with figures strange, . carver's brain, made out of the, . carves out his own fortune, . carving the fashion of a new doublet, . casca, the envious, . case as plain as a pack-staff, . consider the reason of the, . i am in, what a, . stands, as the, . when a lady is in the, . cases, circumstances alter, . tenures and tricks, . casement slowly grows, . casements, charmed magic, . cash-box, beautiful eyes of my, . cask, at the beginning of the, . casius, old mount, . cassio, i love thee, . cassius has a lean and hungry look, . help me, or i sink, . no terrors in your threats, . should i have answered so, . cast beyond the moon, , . bread upon the waters, . of thought, the pale, . off his friends, . set my life upon a, . the darkness of the sky, . your pearls before swine, . caste of vere de vere, . casting a dim religious light, . castle, a man's house is his, . hall, the mistletoe hung in the, . hath a pleasant seat, . house of every one as his, . wall, bores through his, . castles in the air, , , . in the clouds, . castle's strength will laugh a siege, . castled crag of drachenfels, . rhine, dwelleth by the, . casualty, road of, . casuists, convocation of, . soundest, doubt, . cat and a rat and a coward, . care will kill a, , . endow a college or a, . hanging of his, on monday, . harmless necessary, . in the adage, like the poor, . in the pan, . is averse to fish, what, . may look upon a king, . monstrous tail our, has, . nine lives like a, , . watches a mouse, as a, . when i play with my, . will mew, . would eat fish, . cats and dogs, rain, . be gray when candles are out, all, , . cat's ear, breeds in the, . catalogue, go for men in the, . of common things, . cataract, the sounding, . cataracts, silent, . catastrophe, i 'll tickle your, . catch and hold, . ere she change, . larks, hoped to, . my flying soul, . old birds with chaff, . the conscience of the king, . the driving gale, . the manners living, . the transient hour, . catechism, so ends my, . caters for the sparrow, . cathay, cycle of, . cato, big with the fate of, . give his senate laws, , . heroic stoic, . statue of, . the sententious, . cattle are grazing, the, . call the, home, . thousands of great, . upon a thousand hills, . caucasus, thinking on the frosty, . caught by glare, maidens, . my heavenly jewel, have i, . cauld nor care there, neither, . cauldron bubble, fire burn and, . cause, beauty of the good old, . effect defective comes by, . hear me for my, . how light a, may move, . in his country's, . is just, our, . judge in his own, , . little shall i grace my, . magnificent and awful, . me no causes, . of all men's misery, . of all things, . of covetousness, . of doing any action, . of dulness in others, . of mankind, in the, . of policy, turn him to any, . of this defect, . of this effect, . report me and my, aright, . that wit is in other men, . their, i plead, . the weak in a just, . thou first great, . when our, it is just, . who die in a great, . causes and occasions, . just, whatever is is in its, . offence from amorous, . causeless, the curse, . caution's lesson scorning, . cavalrymen, not many dead, . cave adullam, . that darksome, . vacant interlunar, . caves, dark unfathomed, . lakes fens bogs, . cavern, misery's darkest, . caverns measureless to man, . memory's, pure and deep, . caviare to the general, . cavil on the ninth part of a hair, . caw, what says he, . cease every joy to glimmer, . from troubling, the wicked, . rude boreas, . ye from man, . ceases to be a virtue, . ceasing of exquisite music, . swiftness never, . cedar in lebanon, . to the hyssop, from the, . celebrated, saviour's birth is, . celestial benedictions, . fire, spark of, . rosy red, . temper, touch of, . worth, promise of, . cell, dwell on a rock or in a, . each in his narrow, . prophetic, . cellar, born in a, , . cellarage, fellow in the, . cellarer, old simon the, . cement of the soul, . censer, thine eye was on the, . censure is the tax eminent men pay, . from a foe, . mouths of wisest, . take each man's, . cent, not one, for tribute, . centre, faith has, everywhere, . centric and eccentric, . centuries ago, in the solemn midnight, . no sequent, hit, . of sonnets, . century for a reader, wait a, . cerberus, not like, . cerements, burst their, . ceremony, enforced, . that to great ones 'longs, . certain as a gun, . to all, death is, . certainty for an uncertainty, . of waking bliss, . to please, . certum est, quia impossibile est, . cervantes smiled spain's chivalry away, . cervantes' serious air, . chaff, catch old birds with, . hope corn in, . two bushels of, . chaff-threshing churl, . chain, death broke the vital, . drags a lengthening, . hanging in a golden, . homers golden, . hour with beauty's, . joy so seldom weaves a, . of all virtues, . slumber's, . striking the electric, . to sport with beauty's, . chains and slavery, price of, . at curfew time, . bound in those icy, . stagnant in, . untwisting all the, . wearers of rings and, . chair, my little one's, . one vacant, . rack of a too easy, . tully's curule, . chalice, our poisoned, . chaliced flowers, . challenge double pity, . life that dares send a, . challenged, seen him damned ere i would have, . chamber, come to the bridal, . get you to my lady's, . in a lady's, . in the silent halls of death, . where the good man meets his fate, . chambers, king's bench, . whisper softness in, . champagne and a chicken, . champion cased in adamant, . thou fortune's, . champions fierce, four, . chance, all, direction, . by happy, we saw, . comes from art, not, . decides fate of monarchs, . erring men call, . main, , . may crown me, . now and then be right by, . or death, nativity, . set my life on any, . skirts of happy, . will have me king, if, . wisdom controlled by, . chances for a happy change, . most disastrous, . chancellor in embryo, . chancellor's conscience, . encyclopedic mind, . foot, . chancery, up to heaven's, . change, and such a, . be no robbery, . came o'er my dream, . can give no more, . everything is the result of a, . fear of, perplexes monarchs, . for worse pray gods, . heavy, o the, . nature loves so well to, . of fierce extremes, . of many-coloured life, each, . old love for new, . ringing grooves of, . seasons and their, . studious of, . the place but keep the pain, . the stamp of nature, . the universe is, . changed all that, we have, . and such a change, . in the cradle, . mind not to be, . changeful dream, fickle as a, . changing years, through many, . chanticleer, crow like, . chants a doleful hymn, . chaos and old night, . black, comes again, . eldest night and, . is come again, . is restored, empire of, . of thought and passion, . chaos-like together crushed, . chapel, devil builds a, , , , . chapels had been churches, . chap-fallen, quite, . chapman, till i heard, . chapter of accidents, . to the end of the, . character dead at every word, . i leave behind me, my, . man that makes a, . most women have no, . of a cynic, . of hamlet left out, . wholesome for the, . characters from high life, . high, cries one, . in dust, write the, . of hell to trace, . characteristic of the present age, . charge chester charge, . compulsive ardour gives the, . if it be in his, . in peace, a, . is prepared, the, . to keep i have, . with all thy chivalry, . charges, die to save, . chariest maid is prodigal enough, . chariot, the flying, . chariots, brazen, raged, . charitable intents, wicked or, . speeches, leave it to men's, . charities that soothe, . charity, all mankind's concern is, . covers multitudes of sins, . envieth not, . faith hope, . for all, malice towards none, . give him a little earth for, . greatest of these is, . hand open as day for melting, . nothing if i have not, . pity gave ere, began, . rarity of christian, . suffereth long, . to all mankind, . vaunteth not itself, . charlatan, defamed by every, . charles the first had his cromwell, . charles, gentle-hearted, . charm ache with air, . blest with that, . can soothe her melancholy, what, . from the skies, . in melancholy, such a, . mutter and mock a broken, . no, can tame, . no more, till life can, . no need of a remoter, . nor witch hath power to, . of earliest birds, . of poetry and love, . one native, . that lulls to sleep, . the air, i 'll, . to stay the morning star, . charms divine, a heaven of, . freedom has a thousand, . her modesty concealed, . music hath, . or ear or sight, . solitude where are the, . strike the sight, . charmed life, i bear a, . with distant views of happiness, . with the foolish whistling of a name, . charmer, hope the, . sinner it or saint it, . were t' other dear, away, . charmers, hearken to the voice of, . wooing the caress like other, . charming, ever, ever new, . harp of orpheus not more, . he saw her, . is divine philosophy, . left his voice so, . never so wisely, . charoba, that wondrous soul, . chart of true patriotism, . charter large as the wind, . chartered libertine, air a, . charybdis your mother, . chase big round tears in piteous, . brave employment, . wild-goose, . chased with more spirit, . chasms and watery depths, . chaste and unexpressive she, . as ice, be thou, . as morning dew, . as the icicle, . as unsunned snow, . to me, if she seem not, . what care i how, she be, . chasteneth whom he loveth, . chastises whom most he likes, . chastity my brother, . of honour, . so dear is saintly, . chateaux, most beautiful of, . chatham's language, . chatterton marvellous boy, . chaucer, dan, . i will not lodge thee by, . learned, . that broad famous poet, . with his clasp of things, . cheap defence of nations, . fame then was, . standing as sitting, . cheat, life 't is all a, . cheated, impossible to be, . of feature by dissembling nature, . pleasure of being, . cheater time, old bald, . check to loose behaviour, . checkered paths of joy, . cheek by joule, . changing, sinking heart, . drew iron tears down pluto's, . feed on her damask, . he that loves a rosy, . o'er her warm, . of night, hangs upon the, . rose growing on his, . tear down virtue's manly, . that i might touch that, . the roses from your, . upon her hand, . cheeks, blow winds crack your, . crimson, in thy, . eloquent blood spoke in her, . famine is in thy, . make pale my, with care, . of sorry grain, . stain my man's, . cheer, be of good, . but not inebriate, , . make good, play and, . small, and great welcome, . cheers the tar's labour, tobacco, . cheer'd with ends of verse, . cheerer of his spirits, . cheerful as to-day, to-morrow, . at morn he wakes, . countenance, . dawn, may-time and the, . godliness in, . hour, god sends a, . ways of men, . yesterdays, man of, . cheerly she loves me dearly, . cheese, moon made of green, , . cheese-paring, man made of, . chelsea, dead as, . chequered shade, dancing in the, . cherish and to obey, . heart something to, . life let us, . those hearts that hate thee, . to love and to, . cherries hang that none may buy, . those, fairly do enclose, . cherry, like to a double, . ripe, ripe, ripe, i cry, . ripe themselves do cry, . three bites of a, . cherry-isle, there 's the land, . cherry-pit, to play with satan at, . cherub, he rode upon a, . sweet little, . cherubs and on cherubims, . cherubim, heaven's, . cherubims, on cherubs and on, . cherubin, rose-lipped, . cherubins, young-eyed, . chest of drawers by day, . chester charge on stanley on, . cheveril consciences, . chew the cud and are silent, . chewed and digested, books to be, . chewing the food of fancy, . chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai, . chian strand, on the, . chicken and champagne, . she 's no, . chickens, all my pretty, . come home to roost, . count their, ere they are hatched, , . curses are like young, . hen gathereth her, . chief among the blessed three, . a rod, wit 's a feather a, . hail to the, . octogenarian, the, . of a thousand for grace, . chiefs in bloody fights, . scion of, . chief's pride, vain the, . chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, . child again, make me a, . a naked new-born, . a simple, draws its breath, . as yet a, nor yet a fool, . dreads the fire, a burnt, . happy christian, . her innocence a, . i have seen a curious, . infirm, fear not then thou, . in simplicity a, . is father of the man, a, . is not mine as the first was, . like a tired, . listens like a three years', . meet nurse for a poetic, . of many prayers, . of misery, baptized in tears, . of mortality, . of nature, behold the, . of our grandmother eve, . of suffering, . of the skies, . of ver, first-born, . room of my absent, . rowland to the dark tower came, . shakespeare, fancy's, . spake as a, . spare the rod spoil the, , . sports of children satisfy the, . to have a thankless, . train up a, . what constitutes a, . when i was a, . where is my, . wise father knows his own, . childhood, careless strayer, . eye of, . fears a painted devil, . fleeted by, how my, . give me my, again, . in my days of, . scenes of my, . shows the man, . there was a place in, . womanhood and, fleet, . childhood's hour, from, . childish days, sweet, . ignorance, it was a, . tears, eyes are dim with, . things, i put away, . treble, turning again toward, . childishness, second, . childless with all her children, . childlike and bland, . children, airy hopes my, . and fools cannot lie, . as gypsies serve stolen, . bright and agreeable, . call her blessed, . childless with all her, . father's sin upon the, . fear in, increased with tales, . fear to go in the dark, . followed with endearing wile, . gathering pebbles, . impediments to great enterprises, . learn to creep, . like olive plants, . mother who talks about her, . nature fits all her, . nine small, . no longer any, . of a larger growth, . of an idle brain, . of light, . of one family fall out, . of the brain, books the, . of the sun, . of this world, . rachel weeping for her, . sports of, . tale which holdeth, from play, . through the mirthful maze, led, . to liberal studies, . toys to the great, leave, . wisdom justified of her, . wives and grandsires, . children's teeth set on edge, . chill november's surly blast, . penury, . chills the lap of may, . chimera, what a, is man, . chimæras dire, hydras and, . chime, bells do, . faintly as tolls the evening, . heard their soothing, . to guide their, . chimes at midnight, . chimney in my father's house, . stockings were hung by the, . chimney-corner, men from the, . chimney-pots, what tiles and, . chimney-sweepers come to dust, . chin, close-buttoned to the, . dimple on his, . new-reaped like a stubble-land, . some bee had stung, . china fall, though, . to peru, mankind from, , . chinee, the heathen, . chink, importunate, . chinks of her body, . shall have the, . that time has made, , . chip of the old block, . chisel trace, ne'er did grecian, . chivalry, age of, is gone, . beauty and her, . charge with all thy, . spain's, . choice and master spirits, . feast, light and, . goes by forever, . hobson's, . in rotten apples, there 's small, . life's business being the terrible, . of difficulties, . of loss, rather makes, . word and measured phrase, . choicely good, old-fashioned but, . choirs, bare ruined, . choleric word in the captain, . choler, aggravate your, . choose a firm cloud, . an author as you choose a friend, . love by another's eyes, . not alone a proper mate, . thine own time, . where to, their place, . which of the two to, . choosers, beggars must be no, , . choosing and beginning late, . chord in melancholy, . in unison is touched, . smote the, of self, . chords, smote on all the, . that vibrate sweetest pleasure, . chorus, landlord's laugh was ready, . chorus-note, the fisher's, . chosen, but few are, . the less is to be, . christ, gave his soul unto his captain, . it is a goodly sight to see, . ring in the, . that it were possible, ah, . to live is, . went agin war an' pillage, . christian charity, rarity of, . child, a happy, . days, in these, . dupe, gamester, . faithful man, as i am a, . ground, every vice on, . is god almighty's gentleman, a, . is the highest style of man, a, . perfectly like a, . thou persuadest me to be a, . christians agree in essential articles, . good, good citizens, . have burnt each other, . love one another, how these, . of the best edition, . what these, are, . christianity was muscular, his, . christ-like for sin to grieve, . christmas comes but once a year, . desire a rose at, . 't was the night before, . chronicle small beer, . chronicles, look in the, . chronicler, such an honest, . of the time, . chrononhotonthologos, . chrysippus, books of, . sophism of, . chrysolite, one entire and perfect, . chuck, be innocent dearest, . chuckle, make one's fancy, . church army physic law, . built god a, . by daylight, can see a, . forgotten the inside of a, . church, plain as way to parish, . seed of the, . to be of no, is dangerous, . where bells have knolled to, . where god built a, . who builds to god a, . without a bishop, . churches, chapels had been, . the scab of, . with spire steeples, . church-door, wide as a, . church-going bell, . churchyard mould, . stone, some beneath the, . thing, a palsy-stricken, . churchyards yawn, when, . churl, chaff-threshing, . churlish, the reply, . chymist, fiddler statesman, . cicero, demosthenes or, . cigar, give me a, . cimmerian darkness, . cincinnatus ploughing in his field, . cinders ashes dust, . cinnamon, tinct with, . cipher too, he could write and, . circle of the golden year, . spreads, the desert, . swinging round the, . within that, none durst walk, . circled orb, changes in her, . circuit is elysium, within whose, . runs the great, . circulating library, . circumcised dog, . circumlocution office, . circumstance allows, best his, . breasts the blows of, . creature of, . lie with, . of glorious war, . slave of, and impulse, . circumstances alter cases, . creatures of men, . discordant harmony of, . fortuitous, . over which i have no control, . circumvent god, one that would, . cistern, wheel broken at the, . citadel, towered, . winged sea-girt, . cities, crowded, wail its stroke, . far from gay, . hum of human, . remote from, lived a swain, . seven, warred for homer, , . towered, please us, . citizen of the world, , , . citizens before man made us, . fat and greasy, . good christians good, . city, better than he that taketh a, . cain the first, made, . long in populous, pent, . of the great king, . of the soul, rome the, . that is set on an hill, . city's ancient legend, . civet, give me an ounce of, . in the room, talk with, . civil discord, effects from, . over violent or over, . sea grew, at her song, . so, that nobody thanked him, . too, by half, . civilities of life, the sweet, . civility, i see a wild, . civilized man, founders of, . clad in blue and gold, . in complete steel, . russet mantle, . claes, gars auld, . claim higher, bourbon or nassau, . claims of long descent, . clamours, jove's dread, . clap of thunder in a fair day, . clapper-clawing one another, . claret is the liquor for boys, . clarion, sound sound the, . spring shall blow her, . clasp his teeth, drunkard, . of things divine, . clasps, that book in gold, . classic ground, . classical quotation, . clay, blind his soul with, . cæsar dead and turned to, . if, could think, . of humankind, porcelain, . porcelain of human, . potter power over the, . tenement of, . turf that wraps their, . clean, keep, be as fruit, . cleanliness next to godliness, . cleanly, leave sack and live, . cleanness of body, . cleanse the stuffed bosom, . clear as a whistle, . deep yet, . fire and a clean hearth, . in his great office, . the coast was, . clearer than the noonday, . cleon dwelleth in a palace, . hath a million acres, . cleopatra died, since, . nose of, . clergymen, men women and, . clerk foredoomed, . me no clerks, . scarce less illustrious, . ther was of oxenforde, . clerks, greatest not the wisest, , . clever, let who will be, . man by nature, . men are good, . clicked behind the door, . clients, nest-eggs to make, . cliff, as some tall, . cliffs rent asunder, like, . climate, cold, or years, . climb, fain would i, . how hard it is to, . not a tall, . climber upward turns his face, . climbing sorrow, down thou, . clime, cold in blood, cold in, . crusaders from some infernal, . deeds done in their, . in every, adored, . in every age and, . in some brighter, . in the eastern, . our tongue is known in every, . soft as her, . to make a happy fireside, . to ravage all the, . climes beyond the western main, . cloudless, and starry skies, . humours turn with, . clink of hammers, . clip an angel's wings, . cloaca of uncertainty, . cloak, martial, around him, . not alone my inky, . take thy old, about thee, . cloaked from head to foot, . clock, like the finger of a, . long hour by shrewsbury, . the varnished, . worn out with eating time, . clod, to become a kneaded, . clog of his body, . cloistered virtue, fugitive and, . close against the sky, . love that never found his, . of the day, at the, . our souls sit, . the shutters fast, . the wall up with our english dead, . up his eyes and draw the curtain, . close-buttoned to the chin, . closeness, all dedicated to, . close-shorn sheep, . closet, do very well in a, . cloth, cut my coat after my, . to us, meat drink and, . clothe a man with rags, . my naked villany, . clothed and in his right mind, . in black or red, . in sorrow's dark array, . clothes, brushers of noblemen's, . meat fire and, . through tattered, . up he rose and donned his, . wantonness in, . when he put on his, . clothing the palpable and familiar, . cloud, a fast-flying, . by day, . choose a firm, . in shape of a camel, . joy the luminous, . like a man's hand, . nature is a mutable, . of witnesses, . out of the sea, . overcome us like a summer's, . sable, . sits in a foggy, . so fades a summer, . sun will pierce the thickest, . that 's dragonish, . through a fleecy, . thrown on with a pitchfork, . which wraps the present hour, . with silver lining, . clouds and changing skies, . castles in the, . dropped down from the, . dropping from the, . he that regardeth the, . heavily in, brings the day, . hooded like friars, . i saw two, at morning, . impregns the, . looks in the, . never king dropped out of the, . no more through rolling, . of glory, trailing, . peaks most wrapt in, . play i' the plighted, . robe of, throne of rocks, . rolling, are spread, . sees god in, . sit in the, and mock us, . smiles the, away, . spots and, in the sun, . that gather round the setting sun, . that loured upon our house, . that shed may flowers, . thy, dispel all other, . warriors fought upon the, . cloud-capped towers, . cloudless clear and beautiful, . clouted brogues, . shoon, . cloy the hungry edge of appetite, . cloyless sauce, sharpen with, . clubs typical of strife, . cluster, woes, . clutch the golden keys, . thee, come let me, . coach and six, . come my, . fly of the, . go call a, . o for a, ye gods, . coach-house, a double, . coachmakers, the fairies', . coal and salt, mines for, . coals of fire on his head, , . coarse, familiar but not, . coast, stern and rock-bound, . to reach the distant, . was clear, the, . coat, after my cloth cut my, . buttoned down before, . herald's, without sleeves, . of many colours, . riband to stick in his, . coats, glittering in golden, . hole in a' your, . cobham, brave, . cobwebs, laws are like, . out of my eyes, . cock, early village, . on his own dunghill, , . on the crowing of the, . this is a, . cocks that will kill fighting, . cockloft is empty, often the, , . cockle hat and staff, . cockles of the heart, . code, shrines to no, . codeless myriad of precedent, . coffee which makes the politician wise, . coffin, care adds a nail to our, . cofre, litel gold in, . cogibundity of cogitation, . cogitative faculties immersed, his, . cohesive power of public plunder, . cohorts were gleaming, . coign of vantage, . coil, not worth this, . shuffled off this mortal, . coin, gold and silver not the only, . pays him in his own, . that purchases all things, . coins, authors grow dear like, . coinage of your brain, . coincidence, a strange, . cold and unhonoured, . as a cucumber, . as any stone, . boughs which shake against the, . ear of death, . foot and hand go, . friendship sounds too, . in clime are cold in blood, . indifference came, . in the summer of her age, . iron, meddles with, . lest the bargain catch, . marble leapt to life, . marble, sleep in dull, . neutrality of a judge, . obstruction, to lie in, . on canadian hills, . performs the effect of fire, . that moderates heat, . the changed perchance the dead, . 't is bitter, . waters to a thirsty soul, . words congealed by, . coldest that ever turned up ace, . coldly furnish forth, . heard, so, . sweet so deadly fair, so, . think'st i speak too, . coldness still returning, . cold-pausing caution, . coleridge, mortal power of, . coliseum, when falls the, . while stands the, . collar, braw brass, . collection of books a university, . college joke to cure the dumps, . or a cat, endow a, . collied night, lightning in the, . collier and a barber fight, . cologne, wash your city of, . collop of thy own flesh, . coloquintida, bitter as, . colossus bestride the world, . colour, horse of that, . imbues with a new, . of virtue, blushing is the, . colours a suffusion, . coat of many, . idly spread, mocking the air, . of the rainbow, . that are but skin-deep, . under whose, he had fought, . colouring, take a sober, . columbia happy land, . sons of, . to glory arise, . columbine, what 's that a, . column pointing at the skies, . rising towards heaven, . thou nameless, . throws up a steamy, . where london's, . combat deepens, the, . whose wit in the, . combination and a form, . of circumstances, . combine, when bad men, . combustion and confused events, . come again, cut and, . and men may go, . and trip it as you go, . as the waves come, . as the winds come, . avoid what is to, . forth into the light, . gentle spring, . hitherto shalt thou, . home to men's bosoms, . if it be now 't is not to, . immense pleasure to, . in our time to, . in the evening or morning, . into the garden maud, . jump the life to, . like shadows so depart, . live with me and be my love, . men may, . o'er the moonlit sea, . of things to, . one come all, . past and to, seems best, . perfect days, if ever, . rest in this bosom, . then expressive silence, . thou monarch of the vine, . to good, it cannot, . to the bridal chamber, . to the sunset tree, . to this, that it should, . unto these yellow sands, . wander with me, . what come may, . what may i have been blessed, . when it will come, . when sorrows come, . when the heart beats, . when you 're looked for, . when you call them, . whistle and i 'll, , . without warning, . comes a reckoning, . after, that which, . not in my books, . to be denied, , . to pass, never never, . unlooked for if at all, . comedy, the world is a, . comely but not costly, . jack was so, . love, sincerity and, . comet, like a, burned, . comets seen, there are no, . comfort and command, . be to my age, . continuall, in a face, . flows from ignorance, . friends and foes, to, . from above, . speak, to that grief, . spring, whence can, . thou art all, . to have companions, . comforts, adversity is not without, . our creature, . comforters, miserable, are ye all, . comfortlesse dispaires, . coming events cast shadows, . eye will mark our, . far off his, shone, . good time, there 's a, . guest, welcome the, , . hour o'erflow with joy, . meet thee at thy, . on of grateful evening, . command, correspondent to, . my heart and me, . much more invitation than, . success, not in mortals to, . commandeth her husband, she, . commandments, keep his, . set my ten, . ten, will not budge, . two great, . commandress of the world, . commend, another's face, . commendations, good at sudden, . of age, . commends the ingredients, . comment, meek nature's evening, . commentator, transatlantic, . commentators, plain, give me, . shun each dark passage, . commerce long prevails, where, . to promote, . wealth and, . commercing with the skies, . commiseration, brotherly, . commit the oldest sins, . commodity of good names, . common arbitrator time, . as light is love, . curse of mankind, . growth of mother earth, . he nothing, did, . make it too, . men, in the roll of, . mind, education forms, . natures, same with, . of literature, grazed the, . passage, act of, . people of the skies, . souls, vulgar flight of, . sun the air the skies, . task, trivial round, . things because they are, . thought, to have, . to friends, all things, . use, remote from, . walk of men, beyond the, . way, life's, . commonplace of nature, . common-sense, rich in saving, . commonwealth, an ordinary, . to lie abroad for the, . communicated, good the more, . communications, evil, . communion sweet, quaff in, . with nature's visible forms, . with the skies, . compact, are of imagination all, . companies of men, busy, . companion, book is a blessed, . even thou my, . on a journey, . companions, comfort to have, . for middle age, . i have had playmates, . innocence and health his best, . in musing, . musing on, gone, . of a disturbed imagination, . of the spring, . thou 'dst unfold, . companionship in peace, . company, crowds without, . good discourse and good, . high-lived, . in a journey, good, . man is like his, . man who makes no figure in, . not so much to enjoy, . of ladies, fond of the, . of righteous men, . shirt and a half in my, . tell thee by thy, . villanous, the spoil of me, . with pain and fear, in, . compare, beautiful beyond, . great things with small, . comparisons are odious, , , , . are odorous, . make no, . of a disturbed imagination, . compass, a narrow, . i mind my, and my way, . no points of the, on the chart of patriotism, . of a guinea, within the, . of the notes, through all the, . compassed by the inviolate sea, . compassion, bowels of, . courage and, joined, . compatriots, all men are my, . compelled sins, our, . competence, health peace and, . competency lives longer, . complements, captain of, . complete steel, clad in, . steel, armed with more than, . complexion, mislike me not for my, . of virtue, . to this, thou must come, . complexions, coarse, . complies against his will, . compliments are loss of time, . composture of excrement, . compound for sins, . of villanous smell, . compounded of many simples, . comprehend all vagrom men, . comprehends some bringer of joy, . compromise, founded on, . compulsion, a reason on, . fools by heavenly, . in music, sweet, . compulsive ardour gives the charge, . course, icy current and, . compunctious visitings, . computation backward, . compute, we partly may, . comus and midnight crew, . concatenation accordingly, . of circumstances, . of self-existence, . concave, that tore hell's, . conceal his thoughts, speech to, . the mind, talk only to, . concealing, hazard of, . concealment like a worm in the bud, . conceit in weakest bodies, . what are they in their high, . wise in his own, . wiser in his own, . conceits, wise in your own, . conceive nor name thee, . concentred in a life intense, . conception of the joyous prime, . concern, charity all mankind's, . concerns of man, indifferent to the, . concerted harmonies, . concessions of the weak, . conciliation of interests, . conclusion, a foregone, . lame and impotent, . of the whole matter, . concord, heart with heart in, . holds, firm, . of sweet sounds, . sweet milk of, . concourse of atoms, fortuitous, . condemn the fault, . the wrong yet pursue it, . you me, . condemned alike to groan, . into everlasting redemption, . the wretch, . condemns me, every tale, . condescend, men of wit will, . condition, highest, rises in the lowest, . honour and shame from no, . not a theory, . of doing nothing, . wearisome, . conduct, advice cannot inspire, . and equipage, . genteel in, . of a clouded cane, . still right, his, . confabulate or no, if birds, . confer, minds nothing to, . conference maketh a ready man, . confess yourself to heaven, . confession, suicide is, . confidence, filial, inspired, . of reason give, . of twenty-one, towering in the, . plant of slow growth, . confident to-morrows, man of, . confine, on the very verge of her, . spirit hies to his, . confines of daylight and truth, . of earth, on the, . confirm the tidings as they roll, . confirmations strong, . conflict, dire was the noise of, . heat of, through the, . irrepressible, . the rueful, . conformity is the virtue in most request, . confounded, faith is half, . confusion made his masterpiece, . on thy banners wait, . so quick bright things come to, . worse confounded, . congenial to my heart, . conger, antagoras boiling a, . congregate, merchants most do, . congregation, devil has the largest, . of vapours, . congress of vienna dances, . conjectures, i am weary of, . conjure him, in vain did she, . conjuror--he knew everything, . conned by rote, . conquer, like douglas, . love, they that run away, . our fate, to bear is to, . twenty worlds, . we must, then, . conquering hero comes, see the, . so sharpe the, . conqueror, came in with the, . every, creates a muse, . great emathian, . lie at the proud foot of a, . conquerors, beats all, . crier that proclaims the, . conquest, ever since the, . of our sovereign might, . of the mind, . conquests, tramplings of three, . conquest's crimson wing, . conscience avaunt, . bend to our dealings, . coward, . does make cowards of us all, . guilty, never feels secure, . hath a thousand tongues, . have vacation, . is a sure card, a clere, . is corrupted with injustice, . laws of, . of her worth, . of the king, catch the, . still and quiet, . that spark of celestial fire, . the chancellor's, . trust no man without a, . wakes despair, . with gallantry, . consciences, cheveril, . guilty, make cowards, . conscious stone to beauty grew, . that you are ignorant, to be, . water blushed, . consciousness remained, a, . consecrated hour, . consecration and the poet's dream, . consent, whispering i will ne'er, . silence gives, . consents, my poverty not my will, . consequence, deepest, . life is not a theory of, . scorn of, . trammel up the, . consequences, think of the, . conservative government, . consider the end, . the lilies of the field, . the reason of the case, . too curiously, . consideration like an angel, . considereth the poor, . consistency is a hobgoblin, . thou art a jewel, . wuz a part of his plan, . consolation, grief crowned with, . consolations in distress, . consoler, death the, . conspicuous by his absence, . constable, outrun the, . constancy in wind, hope, . lives in realms above, . to purpose, success is, . constant as the northern star, . friendship is, save in love, . in a wondrous excellence, . man but, . to me and so kind, . to one thing, never, , . constellations, happy, . constitution, higher law than the, . one country one, . construction, mind's, in the face, . consumed the midnight oil, . consumedly, they laughed, . consummate flower, bright, . consummation devoutly to be wished, . consumption, birds are in, . consumption's ghastly form, . contagion, hell itself breathes out, . contagious blastments, . contemplation, formed for, . her best nurse, . mind serene for, . of my travels, . contemporaneous posterity, . contemporaries, homage from, . contempt and anger of his lip, . familiarity breeds, . upon familiarity, . content, elegant sufficiency, . farewell, . good pleasure ease, . humble livers in, . if hence the unlearned, . myself with wishing, . poor and, is rich, . shut up in measureless, . therewith to be, . to dwell in decencies, . to follow, . travellers must be, . wants money means and, . contented, when one is, . with little, . why ar 'n't they all, like me, . contentedness, procurer of, . contention, a man of, . contentions, fat, . of the great hall, . contentious woman, . contentment fails and honour sinks, . of noblest mind, the best, . contest follows, great, . contests from trivial things, . conthraries, drames go by, . contiguity of shade, . continent, whole boundless, . continual dropping wears, , . feast, merry heart a, . plodders, small have, won, . contortions of the sibyl, . contra-alto, even the, . contradiction, woman 's a, . contrary, dreams are ever, . runneth not to the, . wills and fates run so, . contrive, head to, , . control stops with the shore, his, . controls them and subdues, . contumely, proud man's, . convents bosomed deep in vines, . conversation, brisk in, . coped withal, . does not show the minute-hand, his, . perfectly delightful, . questioning is not the mode of, . conversation's burrs, . converse, formed by thy, . with heavenly habitants, . with the mighty dead, . conversing with thee i forget all time, . convey the wise it call, . conveyed, bud to heaven, . the dismal tidings, . convinced me, unwillingly, . convincing, thought of, . convolutions of a shell, . cooking is become an art, . cooks are gentlemen, . devil sends, , . epicurean, . cool reflection came, . cool sequestered vale, , . shade of aristocracy, . sweet day so, . cools, answers till her husband, . coolness, dripping with, . cope of heaven, the starry, . cophetua, king, . copious dryden, . copy, leave the world no, . nature's, is not eterne, . the princeps, . corages, nature in hir, . coral lip admires, . of his bones are, made, . of his lip, . strand, from india's, . cord, a threefold, . silver, be loosed, . cords of motion, pulling the, . cordial, gold in phisike is a, . to the soul, . core, wear him in my heart's, . corinthian lad of mettle, . corioli, volscians in, . cormorant, sat like a, . corn, amid the alien, . breast-high amid the, . flies o'er the unbending, . in chaff, hope, . is the sinews of war, , . like as a shock of, . reap an acre of neighbour's, . sickle in another man's, . two ears of, where one grew, . corne, cometh al this new, . the staffe of life, . cornelia, jewels of, . corner, headstone of the, . in the thing i love, . narrow the, where man dwells, . of nonsense, . of the housetop, . sits the wind in that, . was not done in a, . corners of the world, all the, . of the world, four, . of the world, the three, . corner-stone of a nation, . cornish men, twenty thousand, . coromandel, black men of, . coronation day, kings upon their, . coronets, kind hearts are more than, . corporal oath, take my, . sufferance, . corporations have no souls, . corpse of public credit, . pain lays not his hand upon a, . correct, easier to be critical than, . corrector of enormous times, . correggios and their raphaels, . correspondent to command, . corrupt a saint, able to, . good manners, . corrupted freemen, . the youth of the realm, . corruption destines for their heart, . keep mine honour from, . lends lighter wings, . wins not more than honesty, . corsair's name, he left a, . corse, slovenly unhandsome, . to the rampart we hurried, his, . cortez, like stout, . cost a sigh a tear, . counteth the, . little less than new, . costs, only the first step which, . dearest, most valued, . costard, rational hind, . costly, comely but not, . thy habit, . cot beside the hill, . cottage might adorn, looks the, . my lowly thatched, . of gentility, . poorest man in his, the, . stood beside a, . the soul's dark, . was near, knew that a, . with double coach-house, . cottages, poor men's, . cotton is king, . couch, drapery of his, . frowsy, in sorrow steep, . grassy, they to their, . of war, flinty and steel, . coude songes make, . could bear to be no more, . i flow like thee, . i fly i 'd fly with thee, . council, mortal instruments in, . statesmen at her, . councils of the brave, . counsel and speak comfort, . by words darkeneth, . in his face yet shone, . take and sometimes tea, . three may keepe, , . took sweet, together, . virtuous woman's, a, . who cannot give good, . counsels, dash maturest, . monie, sweet, . counsellors, multitude of, . count a man's years when he has nothing else to, . our spoons, let us, . that day lost, . their chickens, . time by heart-throbs, . who makes a, . counts his sure gains, . countenance and profit, . brightened with joy, . damned disinheriting, . light of thy, , . man sharpeneth the, of his friend, . merry heart maketh a cheerful, . more in sorrow than in anger, . never fading serenity of, . of truth, bright, . counteraction, action and, . countercheck quarrelsome, . counterfeit a gloom, . presentment, . counterfeited glee, with, . counters, such rascal, . words are wise men's, . counteth the cost, . countless thousands mourn, . country, bliss to die for our, . churchyard, corner of a, . dared to love their, . die nobly for their, . die to save our, . down, pride that puts the, . essential service to his, . for the good of my, . god made the, . good news from a far, . he sighed for his, . hated him and loved my, . his first best, is at home, . i love thee still, my, . i tremble for my, . in another, . left for country's good, . man dear to all the, . messes, herbs and other, . my bleeding, save, . my, is the world, . my, 't is of thee, . nothing but our, . one constitution, one, . our, however bounded, . our, is the world, , . our, right or wrong, . our whole country, our, . save in his own, . the undiscovered, . to be cherished and defended, . undone his, . wakes, sung ballads at, . who serves his, best, . with all her faults she is my, . country's cause, his, . earth, that pleasant, . ends thou aim'st at be thy, . good, no glory but his, . pride, peasantry their, . wishes blessed, . countryman who looked for his ass, . countrymen, all mankind my, . applauses of his, . friends romans, . hearts of his, . romans, and lovers, . what a fall was there my, . county guy the hour is nigh, . courage and compassion, . gods look with favour on, . mounteth with occasion, . never to submit, . screw your, to the sticking-place, . stout will be put out, . whistling to bear his, up, . courageous captain of complements, . couriers of the air, . course, her silent, advance, . i have finished my, . impediments in fancy's, . i must stand the, . icy current and compulsive, . nature's second, . of empire, westward the, . of human events, in the, . of justice, in the, . of love, my whole, . of nature is the art of god, . of one revolving moon, . of true love, . planets in their, . time rolls his ceaseless, . westward the, of empire, . whose, is run, . courses even with the sun, . like ships that steer their, . stars in their, . steer their, . coursed down his innocent nose, . court an amorous looking-glass, to, . love rules the, . when arthur first in, . courts, a day in thy, . of the nation, other, . courted by all the winds, . in your girls again, . courteous, the retort, . though coy, . courtesies, unwearied spirit in doing, . courtesy, always time for, . in the heart of, . mirror of all, . very pink of, . courtier, heel of the, . courtier's scholar's eye, . courtsied when you have, . coute, le premier pas que, . covenant with death, . coventry, march through, . waited for the train at, . cover my head now, . to our bones, which serves as, . covert yield, try what the, . covet honour, sin to, . covetous, sordid fellow, . when brutus grows so, . covetousness, cause of, . cow comes home, kiss till the, . very good in the field, . coward conscience, . flattery to name a, . greatest, in the world, . on instinct, i was a, . scoundrel and a, . sneaks to death, . stands aside, while the, . that would not dare, . thou slave thou wretch thou, . cowards, conscience makes, . die many times, . do not count in, . guilty consciences make, . mannish, many other, . may fear to die, . mock the patriot's fate, . plague of all, . what can ennoble, . cowslips wan, . cowslip's bell, in a, i lie, . coxcombs vanquish berkeley, . coy and hard to please, . courteous though, . submission, yielded, . cozenage, strange, . crabbed age and youth, . not harsh and, . crab-tree and old iron rang, . crack of doom, stretch out to the, . the voice of melody, . would hear the mighty, . your cheeks, blow winds, . crackling of thorns, as the, . cradle and the grave, . changed in the, . little one's, in my, . of american liberty, . of reposing age, . of the deep, . our, stands in the grave, . procreant, . cradles rock us nearer to the tomb, . cradled into poetry by wrong, . craft, gentle, . of will, . so long to lerne, . craftiness, wise in their own, . crag of drachenfels, . crammed, as they on earth were, . with distressful bread, . with observation, . crams and blasphemes his feeder, . cranks and wanton wiles, . cranny, every, but the right, . crannying wind, save to the, . crape, saint in, . cras amet qui nunquam amavit, . crave, my mind forbids to, . no pelf, i, . craving on credulity, . minds are not ever, . crawling on my startled hopes, . cream and mantle, . create a soul under ribs of death, . created equal, all men, . half to rise and half to fall, . suddenly, no great thing, . creating, of nature's own, . creation, amid nature's gay, . bodiless, . by right of an earlier, . from every scene of the, . from heat-oppressed brain, . hangman of, . hints for the, . lords of the, . nature's gay, . of some heart, sweet, . ploughshare o'er, . since the world's, . sleeps, . tire of all, . you may be of the king's, . creations, god acts his own, . creation's blank creation's blot, . dawn beheld, such as, . heir the world, . creator drew his spirit, his great, . endowed by their, . glory of the, . remember now thy, . creator's praise arise, let the, . creature comforts, our, . drink pretty, drink, . every, lives in a state of war, . every, shall be purified, . good wine is a good familiar, . heaven-eyed, . is at his dirty work again, . misgivings of a, . not too bright or good, . of circumstances, . small beer, . smarts so little as a fool, . was stirring, not a, . what more felicitie can fall to, . why should every, drink but i, . creatures bace, heavenly spirits to, . god made all the, . heaven hides from all, . man is an inconstant, . millions of spiritual, . of men, circumstances are the, . of the element, . rational, . these delicate, . you dissect, . creatures' lives but of a day, . lives, human, . crebillon, romances of, . credit, blest paper, . corpse of public, . his own lie, . private, is wealth, . creditor, glory of a, . credulity, ye who listen with, . credulities to nature, dear, . creed, an athanasian, . argument to thy neighbour's, . calvinistic, . of slaves, necessity is the, . put your, into your deed, . sapping a solemn, . suckled in a, outworn, . creeds agree, ask if our, . keys of all the, . than in half the, . creep, children learn to, . in one dull line, ten low words, . into his study of imagination, . kind will, . wit that can, . creeps in this petty pace, . creepeth o'er ruins old, . creeping hours of time, . like snail to school, . where no life is seen, . crept upon our talk, . crest, joy brightens his, . repentance rears her snaky, . crested fortune, . cretan against cretan, . cretur, on sech a blessed, . crew, comus and his midnight, . crib, ass knoweth his master's, . cribbed confined, . cricket on the hearth, . crickets, merry as, . cried razors up and down, . crier of green sauce, . that proclaims the conqueror, . cries, hear their, . crime, blanch without the owner's, . called virtue, fortunate, . forgive the, . it is worse than a, . madden to, . more than a, . numbers sanctified the, . of being a young man, . want exasperates into, . crimes, all his, broad blown, . done in my days of nature, . history is the register of, , . in the name of liberty, . may reach the dignity of, . one virtue and a thousand, . undivulged, . criminal, a, fool not to fly, . is acquitted, when the, . crimson in thy lips, . wing, conquest's, . crisis doth portend, what mortal, . crispian, feast of, . rouse him at the name of, . cristes lore and his apostles, . critic, attribute of a good, . each day a, on the last, . critics, admiration from most fastidious, . before you trust in, . gallery, . like brushers of clothes, . men who have failed, , . not even, criticise, . you know who the, are, . critic's eye, not view me with, . part, too nicely knew the, . critical, easier to be, than correct, . nothing if not, . criticise, not even critics, . criticising elves, . criticism, cant of, . with every wind of, . croak, his ill-betiding, . crocodile, tears of the, , . cromwell, charles the first had his, . damned to fame, . guiltless of his country's blood, . if thou fallest, o, . crony, trusty drouthy, . crook, by hook or, . the pregnant hinges of the knee, . crooked lane, straight down the, . crops the flowery food, . cross, last at his, . leads generations on, the, . nailed on the bitter, . she wore a sparkling, . crosses, fret thy soul with, . relics crucifixes, . crossed in love, an oyster may be, . with adversity, a man i am, . crotchets in thy head, . crow like chanticleer, . might be supposed a, . that flies in heaven's air, . crows, swans seem whiter when by, . wars of kites or, . crowbar, tire of all creation for a, . crowche, to fawne, to, . crowd, far from the madding, . midst the, the hum, . not feel the, . not on my soul, unborn ages, . of common men, . of jollity, i live in the, . we met 't was in a, . who foremost, . crowds without company, . crowded hour of glorious life, . crowing of the cock, . crown, better than his, . chance may, me, . emperor without his, . fruitless, upon my head, . head that wears a, . his breeches cost him but a, , . immortal, . likeness of a kingly, . luke's iron, . not the king's, . of glory, hoary head is a, . of his head, from the, , . of life, receive the, . of snow, singer with the, . of sorrow, a sorrow's, . ourselves with rosebuds, . sweet to wear a, . crowns a youth of labour, . all, the end, . to kicks, from, . twenty mortal murders on their, . crown's disguise, through a, . crowned with consolation, . crowner's quest law, . crowning good, . crow-toe, tufted, . crucifixes beads pictures, . crucify the soul of man, diseases, . crude surfeit reigns, where no, . cruel as death, . as the grave, jealousy is, . death is always near, . mercies of the wicked are, . only to be kind, . cruell'st she alive, you are the, . cruelly sweet, . crueltie and ambition of man, . cruelty to load a falling man, . crumbs from the table, . picked up his, . crusaders, think they are, . cruse, little oil in a, . crush of worlds, . the infamous thing, . crushed, odours, . crushed to earth, truth, . crusoe, poor robinson, . crust of bread and liberty, . share her wretched, . water and a, . crutch, shouldered his, . cry and no wool, all, . bubbling, the, . for being born, . for gold, whose crying is a, . have a good, . havoc and let slip the dogs, . in bed we, . is still they come, . my eyes out, i shall, . no language but a, . not when his father dies, . to lockow, far, . war is still the, . crying, first voice i uttered was, . give give, . crystal bounds, dances in his, . of his brow, . river, fair and, . cuckoo buds of yellow hue, . mocks married men, . shall i call thee bird, . cucumbers, as cold as, . lodge in a garden of, . sunbeams out of, . cud, chew the, and are silent, . of bitter fancy, . cudgel know by the blow, . thy brains no more about it, . cuisses on his thighs, . cultivate literature on oatmeal, we, . cultivation, gratitude the fruit of, . cummin, mint and anise and, . cumnor hall, the walls of, . cunning as fast and loose, . hand, nature's sweet and, . in fence, . livery of hell, . point of, . right hand forget her, . sin cover itself, . stagers, old, . unfold what plaited, hides, . cunningest pattern, . cup and the lip, . dregs of fortune's, . inordinate, is unblessed, . leave a kiss but in the, . life's enchanted, . my, runneth over, . of hot wine, . of still and serious thought, . of water, little thing, . runneth over, my, . the heart's current lends the, . to the dead already, . cups, in their flowing, remembered, . flowing, pass swiftly round, . that cheer but not inebriate, . cupid and my campaspe, . bolt of, fell, . giant dwarf, dan, . is painted blind, . kills with arrows, . note which, strikes, . young adam, . cupid's curse, concludes with, . curdied by the frost, . cure, cheap and universal, . desperate, for desperate disease, . for life's worst ills, . is not worth the pain, . kings can cause or, . on exercise depend for, . the dumps, college joke to, . cured, what can't be, , . curfew time, magic chains at, . tolls the knell of parting day, . curious, amazed and, . child, i have seen a, . thirsty fly, . time, . curiosity, by way of, . curiously, consider too, . curled assyrian bull, . darlings of our nation, . smoke that so gracefully, . curls, auburn locks ye golden, . hyperion's, . shakes his ambrosial, . ye golden, . current and compulsive course, . of a woman's will, . of domestic joy, . of the soul, the genial, . 't is the heart's, . when it serves, take the, . currents turn awry, . curried, short horse soon, . curs mouth a bone, as, . of low degree, . curse all his virtues, . all men's, . causeless shall not come, . concludes with cupid's, . many a deadly, . his better angel, . of mankind, . of marriage, . of service, 't is the, . on all laws, . primal eldest, . curses are like young chickens, . dark, rigged with, . not loud but deep, . so, all eve's daughters, . cursed be he that moves my bones, . be the verse, . man low sitting, . spite, . the spot is, . with every prayer, . cursing like a very drab, . curst by heaven's decree, . hard reading, easy writing 's, . curtailed of this fair proportion, . curtain, close up his eyes and draw the, . draw the, . drew priam's, . fall, anarch lets the, . let down the, . the sleeping world, to, . twilight's, spreading far, . curtains, fringed, of thine eye, . let fall the, . curule chair, tully's, . cushion and soft dean invite, . lay your golden, down, . custom, a thing of, . always of the afternoon, . followed because it is a custom, . is second nature, . more honoured in the breach, . nature her, holds, . nothing is stronger than, . of branksome hall, . reconciles us to everything, . should corrupt the world lest, . stale her infinite variety, . that monster, . tyrant, , . what is done against, . customs and its businesses, . customary suits of solemn black, . 'customed hill, missed him on the, . customers, sign brings, . cut and come again, . beard of formal, . him out in little stars, . is the branch, . loaf, to steal a shive of a, . most unkindest, of all, . take the short, . cutpurse of the empire, . cut-throat dog, . cycle and epicycle, . of cathay, . cygnet to this pale faint swan, . cymbal, tinkling, . cymbrian plain, . cynic, a talent is too much for a, . character of a, . cynosure of neighbouring eyes, . upon the sea obscure, . cynthia fair regent of the night, . of this minute, . ralph howls to, . cypress and myrtle, land of the, . cypress-trees bear no fruit, . cytherea's breath, . dab at an index, . dacian mother, there was their, . dad, called my brother's father, . dæmons, that there are, . daffed the world aside, . daffadills fair, we weep to see, . daffodils before the swallow, . dagger, air-drawn, . i see before me, is this a, . of the mind a false creation, . smiles at the drawn, . daggers, i will speak, to her, . in men's smiles, there 's, . though it rain, . daggers-drawing, been at, . daily beauty in his life, . life, lies before us in, . daintie flowre or herbe, . daintier sense, hath the, . dainties bred in a book, . might hurt their health, . daintiest last to make the end most sweet, . dainty plant is the ivy green, . daisie the eye of the day, . daisies, myriads of, . pied, and violets blue, . pied, meadows trim with, . that men callen, in our toun, . daisy protects the dewdrop, . there 's a, . dale, haunted spring or, . musk-rose of the, . or piny mountain, . under the hawthorn in the, . dales and fields hills and valleys, . dalliance, primrose path of, . dallies like the old age, . with the innocence of love, . dally with wrong, . dam, pretty chickens and their, . the waters of the nile, . damask cheek, feed on her, . dame of ephesus, . sulky sullen, . dames, it gars me greet ah gentle, . of ancient days, . damiata and mount casius, . damien's bed of steel, . damn me, abuses me to, . with faint praise, . your precious soul, . damnable deceitful woman, . iteration, thou hast, . damnation, distilled, . of his taking off, . round the land, deal, . to suffer wet, . within two fingers' breadth of, . damned all silent and all, . be him that first cries hold, . better be, . democrats, the, . devil with devil, . first, i 'll see thee, . seen him, ere i would, . spirit of health or goblin, . spot, out i say, . to everlasting fame, . to fame, , . use that word in hell, the, . damning those they have no mind to, . damp fell round, when a, . my intended wing, . damsel lay deploring, a, . with a dulcimer, . dan chaucer, well of english undefyled, . cupid regent of love rhymes, . to beersheba, from, , . dance and jollity, . and provençal song, . and wine, banquet song with, . attendance, . gill shall, . of snow, like a, . on with the, . their wayward round, . the pyrrhic, . when you do, . who have learned to, . dances, congress of vienna but, . in his crystal bounds, . in the wind, . midnight, and the public show, . such a way, she, . danced, laughed and, . dancing days, past our, . drinking-time, a merry, . in the chequered shade, . more like wrestling than, . on a volcano, . dandin, george, you would have it so, . dandolo, hour of blind old, . dane, an antique roman than a, . royal, hamlet king, . danger, delay always breeds, . on the deep, . out of this nettle, . pleased with the, . shape of, cannot dismay, . dangers, loved me for the, . of the seas, . sing the, of the sea, . thou canst make us scorn, what, . danger's troubled night, . dangerous, delays are, . ends, delays have, . little learning is, . sea, most, . something in me, . such men are, . to be of no church, . daniel come to judgment! yea, a daniel! . second daniel, a daniel, jew, . well-languaged, . dank and dropping weeds, . dante, no such figure in literature as, . of the dread inferno, . sleeps afar like scipio, . dappled turf, on the, . dare and yet i may not, . do all becomes a man, . fain would i but i, not, . not do an ill thing, i, . not wait upon, i would, . not, would fain deny and, . the elements to strife, . to be true, . to chide me, who shall, . to die, bear to live or, . what man, i dare, . what men, do, . will to do the soul to, . dared to love their country, . what he thought he, . what none hath, thou hast, . dares do more, who, . not put it to the touch, . stir abroad, . think one thing, who, . this pair of boots displace, . darien, silent upon a peak in, . daring dined, and greatly, . in full dress, . pilot in extremity, . the lovers are the, . dark amid the blaze of noon, . and bright, best of, . and doubtful, from the, . and dreary, some days, . and lonely hiding-place, . and silent grave, . as children fear to go in the, . as erebus, affections, . as pitch, . at one stride comes the, . backward in the, . blue depths, . blue sea, glad waters of the, . cottage, the soul's, . ever-during, surrounds me, . eye in woman, . horse, . illumine what in me is, . irrecoverably, . leap into the, . mournful rustling in the, . rigged with curses, . shining nowhere but in the, . sun to me is, . ways that are, . with excessive bright, . words, with these, . darkeneth counsel by words, . darker grows the night, as, . darkest day, the, . darkish, the leaf was, . darkly deeply beautifully blue, , . see through a glass, . darkness and the worm, . born, in silent, . cimmerian, . dawn on our, . encompass the tomb, . falls from the wings of night, . from light, . instruments of, tell us truths, . jaws of, devour it, . land of, . leaves the world to, . let us weep in our, . night and storm and, . not in utter do we come, . of the land, ring out the, . of the sky, cast the, . pestilence that walketh in, . prince of, , . raven down of, . sorrows and, . through, up to god, , . universal, buries all, . up to god, through, . visible, no light but, . which may be felt, . darksome cave they enter, . darling, an old man's, . of nature, . sin, his, . the frenchman's, . the poet's, . darlings, wealthy curled, . darnel cockle wild oats, . dart, death shook his, . feather on the fatal, . like the poisoning of a, . shook a dreadful, . stricken with a, . time shall throw a, at thee, . darts, breaking the bundle of, . dash him to pieces, . maturest counsels, . date, short is my, . daughter, farewell to thee araby's, . lyeth at the point of death, . of his voice, sole, . of jove, relentless power, . of my house and heart, . of the dawn, , . of the voice of god, . one fair, and no more, . still harping on my, . this old man's, . to her daughter take, . daughters, fairest of fair zurich's, . fairest of her, . horseleech, hath two, . many, have done virtuously, . of earth, words are the, . of my father's house, . so curses all eve's, . words are men's, . daughter's daughter cries, . heart, preaching down a, . dauphiness at versailles, . david and josias, . not only hating, . daw, no wiser than a, . dawn, belong not to the, . creation's, . daughter of the, , . golden exhalations of the, . is breaking, gray, . is overcast, the, . later star of, . may-time and the cheerful, . no, no dusk no noon, . of light, . on our darkness, . dawning, bird of, . of morn, with the, . tongue and pen aid the, . daws to peck at, . day after the fair, . and night, more sure than, . and night, o, . as it fell upon a, . as one shall see in a summer's, . as she lay on that, . at the close of the, . be drunk the business of the, . be she fairer than the, . better deed the better, . better, the worse deed, . beyond the night across the, . big the fate of cato, . blabbing and remorseful, . break of, . breathing time of, with me, . brought back my night, . burden and heat of the, . by algebra tell what hour of, . by day, that see we, . cap by night a stocking all the, . cares that infest the, . chest of drawers by, . close the drama with the, . close the eye of, . continual dropping in a rainy, . count that, lost, . daisie the eye of the, . darkest, the, . deceased, of every, . deficiencies of the present, . denies to gaudy, . dies like the dolphin, parting, . dog will have his, . dogs ye have had your, . each, critic on the last, . each moment is a, . entertains the harmless, . every, should be passed as if it were our last, . eye of, , , . eyes the break of, . fills his blue urn with fire, . for ever and a, . gather honey all the, . gaudy blabbing and remorseful, . great avenging, . great the important, . hand open as, . he that outlives this, . her suffering ended with the, . i dearly love but one, . i 've lost a, . in clouds brings on the, . in its pride, . in june, what so rare as a, . in thy courts, . infinite, excludes the night, . into the light of common, . is aye fair, the, . is done and darkness falls, . is long, merry as the, . is past and gone, . jocund, stands tiptoe, . joint labourer with the, . kings upon their coronation, . knell of parting, . life confined within the space of a, . life is like unto a winter's, . live-long, the, . love of life's young, . maddest merriest, . makes man a slave, whatever, . marked with a white stone, . may bring forth, what a, . merry heart goes all the, . morning shows the, . must follow as the night the, . night is long that never finds the, . no proper time of, . not to me returns, . now 's the, now 's the hour, . of adversity, , . of death, ere the first, . of deliverance, . of judgment, vulgarize the, . of nothingness, first dark, . of prosperity, . of small things, . of thy power, in the, . of virtuous liberty, . of woe the watchful night, . of wrong, i have seen the, . or ever i had seen that, . parting, linger and play on its summit, . peaceful night from busy, . peep of, . posteriors of this, . powerful king of, . precincts of the cheerful, . promise of your early, . rain it raineth every, . right must win the, . rival in the light of, . rome was not built in a, , . short or never so long, . so calm so cool, . so shuts the eye of, . star arise in your hearts, . steal something every, . sufficient unto the, . summer's, hath a, . sunbeam in a winter's, . superfluous burden loads the, . sun shall not smite thee by, . sweet phosphor bring the, . that comes betwixt a saturday and monday, . that is dead, grace of a, . the bricks are alive at this, . think that, lost, . thunder in a fair frosty, . uncertain glory of an april, . unto day, uttereth speech, . unto the perfect, . very rainy, . without all hope of, . worse deed the better, . wrong side of thirty if she be a, . yield, to night, . you shall seek all, . days, afternoon of her best, . among the dead, . are as grass, his, . are dwindled, whose, . are in the yellow leaf, . are swifter than a shuttle, . as thy, so thy strength, . begin with trouble here, . born in better, . brighten all our future, . called the feast of crispian, . dames of ancient, . dead-letter, . dull and hoary, . even from my boyish, . fear nor wish for your last, . find it after many, . flight of future, . forty, and forty nights, . friend of my better, . full of sweet, and roses, . giants in those, . halcyon, . happy mixtures of happy, . heavenly, one of those, . in her right hand, length of, . in my born, . in the week, of all the, . in these christian, . light doth trample on my, . light of other, , . live laborious, . long as twenty, are now, . looked on better, . measure of my, . melancholy, are come, . men in these degenerate, . my, are dull and hoary, . next, never so good, . of absence sad and dreary, . of art, elder, . o' auld lang syne, . of childhood, in my, . of few, and full of trouble, . of my distracting grief, . of nature, in my, . of old, in the brave, . of our years are threescore, . of thy youth, in the, . of your life, live all the, . on evil, though fallen, . one of those heavenly, . past our dancing, . peace and slumberous calm, . perfect, if ever come, . pride of former, . race of other, . red-letter, . salad, when i was green, . shuts up the story of our, . some, must be dark and dreary, . supported by precedents, . sweet childish, . teach us to number our, . that are no more, . that need borrow, . though fallen, on evil, . to all our nights and, . to lengthen our, . to lose good, . to remember better, . trample on my, . we have seen better, , . when we went gypsying, . with god he passed the, . with toil winding up, . world of happy, . day's business, end of this, . garish eye, . life, death of each, . march nearer home, . daylight and truth meet, . can see a church by, . confines of truth and, . finish, must in death your, . sick, this night is but the, . we burn, . day-star arise in your hearts, . so sinks the, . daze the world, . dazzle the vision feminine, . dazzles to blind, . dazzling fence of rhetoric, . dazzlingly in full dress, . dead and gone, he is, . and turned to clay, . are there, knoweth not the, . as chelsea, . being, with him is beauty slain, . better be with the, . bivouac of the, . but sceptred sovereign, . converse with the mighty, . cup to the, already, . day that is, grace of a, . days among the, . fading honours of the, . fault against the, . for a ducat, dead, . he mourns the, . in his harness, . in look so woe-begone, . languages, . lion, living dog better than a, . men's bones, full of, . men's skulls, . men, who wait for, . mournings for the, . nature seems, . no pageant train when i am, . not, but gone before, . not to speak evil of the, . of midnight, . of night, . on the field of honour, . only the, who do not return, . past bury its dead, . poets in their misery, . rest her soul, she 's, . say i 'm sick, i 'm, . sheeted, did squeak, . sleeping but never, . the breathers of this world are, . the law hath not been, . the noble living and the noble, . this earth that bears thee, . thought it happier to be, . vast and middle of the night, . when i am, let fire destroy the world, . when i am, no pageant train, . when the living might exceed the, . who hath bent him o'er the, . would i were, now, . dead-letter days, . deadly fair so coldly sweet, . breach, imminent, . deaf adder, like the, . as the sea in rage, . none so, that will not hear, , . deal damnation round the land, . of nothing, infinite, . of sack, intolerable, . of scorn, what a, . of skimble-skamble stuff, . dealings, whose hard, . dean, cushion and soft, . deans, dowagers for, . dear as remembered kisses, . as the light of these sad eyes, . as the ruddy drops, . as the vital warmth, . as these eyes that weep, . be what men call life, . beauteous death, . charmer away, . common flower, . five hundred friends, . for his whistle, paid, . for my possessing, too, . forever kind forever, . hut our home, . makes the remembrance, . man to all the country, . my, my better half, . sixpence all too, , . son of memory, . to god, worthy patriots, . to gods and men, . to me as are the ruddy drops, . to me as life and light, . to memory, thou art, . to this heart, . dearer than his horse, something, . than self, something dear, . dearest enemy, nearest and, . foe in heaven, met my, . thing he owed, . dearly let or let alone, . dears, the lovely, . death, a hero in, . a necessary end, . a stopping of impressions, . after, the doctor, . aims with fouler spite, . all in the valley of, . and his brother sleep, . and life, bane and antidote, . and taxes, . and that rest forever, . and the sole death, . armed with new terror, . back resounded, . be thou faithful unto, . begun, birth is nothing but, . bones hearsed in, . borders upon our birth, . broke the vital chain, . brother to sleep, . by slanderous tongues, done to, . calls ye, . came with friendly care, . can this be, my soul, . come to the bridal chamber, . cometh soon or late, . covenant with, . coward sneaks to, . cruel as, . cruel, is always near, . dear beauteous, . doors that lead to, . drawing near her, . dread of something after, . dull cold ear of, . early, to favourites, . eclipsed the gayety of nations, . eloquent just and mighty, . epitaph after your, . ere thou hast slain another, . faithful unto, . fell sergeant, . first day of, . forerunneth love to win, . four fingers from, . from sickness unto, . give me liberty or give me, . gone to her, . grim, , . grinned horrible, . guilty of his own, . had the majority long since, . harbingers of blood and, . has done all death can, . hath a thousand doors, , . hath so many doors, . heaven gives to its favourites early, . herald after my, . his maker and the angel, . how wonderful is, . hymn to his own, . i bled and cryed out, . i would fain die a dry, . in battle, prise of, . in itself is nothing, . in life, oh, . in that sleep of, . in the midst of life, . in the pot, . into the world, brought, . intrenched, . is a secret of nature, . is an eternal sleep, . is beautiful, . is certain to all, . is nigh at hand, . is not the worst evil, . is strict in his arrest, . is this life really, . just and mightie, . kneeling by his bed, . laid low in, . lays his icy hands, . lieth at the point of, . life perfected by, . love is strong as, . loves a shining mark, . lurks in every flower, . makes equal the high and low, . man makes a, . meetest for, . men equal in presence of, . men fear, . most in apprehension, . nativity chance or, . no difference between life and, . no other herald after my, . not divided in, . nothing our own but, . of a dear friend, the, . of each day's life, . of his saints, . of kings, sad stories of the, . of princes, heavens blaze forth, the, . of the righteous, . of the saints of the lord, . old men's prayers for, . only craves not gifts, . paradise to what we fear of, . quiet us in, so noble, . reaper whose name is, . remembered kisses after, . rides on every breeze, . righteous hath hope in his, . ruling passion strong in, . sense of, most in apprehension, . shades of, . shadow of, . shook his dart, . should sing, 't is strange that, . silence deep as, . silent halls of, . slavery or, which to choose, . sleep before, . sleep is a, . smooth the bed of, . sorrows of, compassed me, . soul under the ribs of, . speak me fair in, . still lovely in, . studied in his, . succeeded life so softly, . such ugly sights of, . sweats to, falstaff, . the beauteous ruin lovely in, . the consoler, . the fear of, . the healer, scorn thou not, . the jaws of, , . there is no, . thing that nature wills, . think not, disdainfully of, . thou hast all seasons, . till they have wakened, . till, us do part, . 't is not all of, to die, . to a world of, . to life, from, . to us play to you, . to what we fear of, . triumphant, . ugly sights of, . under the ribs of, . unexpected, the best sort, . untimely stopped, . urges knells call, . vacancies by, are few, . valiant taste but once of, . victory or, resolved on, . wages of sin is, . way to dusty, . we fear our, in every hedge, . what men call life, . what should it know of, . where is thy sting, , . where sin and, abound, . which nature never made, . whose portal we call, . with rust, eaten to, . deaths, cowards die many times before their, . feels a thousand, . unknown, to fame, . death's pale flag, . death-bed a detector of the heart, . of fame, from the, . death-beds, ask, they can tell, . debate, rupert of, , . debt, a double, to pay, . a national, is a national blessing, . no, with so much prejudice put off as that of justice, . to nature 's quickly paid, . debts, he that dies pays all, . debtor to his profession, . decalogue, can hear the, . decay, fretted the pigmy body to, . gradations of, . hastes to swift, . majestic in, . melts in unperceived, . muddy vesture of, . wealth accumulates and men, . decays, age unconscious of, . glimmering and, . decay's effacing fingers, . deceased, he first, . he is indeed, . spirit of every day, . deceit, hug the dear, . in gorgeous palace, . men favour the, . deceitful, appearances are, . favour is, . shine deceitful flow, . woman damnable, . deceive when first we practise to, . deceived, true way to be, . trust all and be, . deceiver, to deceive the, . deceivers ever, men were, , . december, in a drear-nighted, . mirth of its, . seek roses in, . snow, wallow naked in, . when men wed, . decencies content to dwell in, . those thousand, . decency, die with, . right meet of, . want of, is want of sense, . decently and in order, . decide, moment to, . when doctors disagree who shall, . decider of dusty and old titles, . decision, in the valley of, . deck, boy stood on the burning, . decked, thy bride-bed to have, . declined into the vale of years, . decoy, fashion's brightest arts, . decrease, life is in, . decree, curst by heaven's, . doom of fates, . decrees, a mighty state's, . dedes, gentil, to do the, . dedicate his beauty to the sun, . dedicated to closeness, . dedis, gentil that doth gentil, . dee, across the sands o', . lived on the river, . rises o'er the source of, . deed, applaud the, . attempt and not the, . better day the better, . better day the worse, . dignified by the doer's, . first in every graceful, . friend in, . go with it, unless the, . in every eye, blow the, . kind of good, to say well, . no noise over a good, . of dreadful note, . of mischief, every, . of shame, each, . purpose is equal to the, . put your creed in your, . shall blow the horrid, . so shines a good, . tells of a nameless, . will for the, , , , . without a name, . deeds are men, . are the sons of heaven, . be not careless in good, . blessings wait on virtuous, . done in their clime, . excused his devilish, . foul, will rise, . fruitful of golden, . inimitable his, . in, not years, . is known by gentle, . kind, with coldness, . life measured by, . matter for virtuous, . means to do ill, make deeds ill done, . not words, . of kindness, little, . of men, looks quite through the, . of mercy, teach us to render, . power shall fall short in, . unlucky, relate, . we live in, not years, . which make up life, . words are no, . deep and dark blue ocean, . and gloomy wood, . are dumb, . as a well, 't is not so, . as death, silence, . as first love, . beauty of the world skin, . bosom of the ocean, . bottom of the, dive into the, . calleth unto deep, . curses not loud but, . damnation of his taking off, . damp vault, . danger on the, . deep sea, under the, . drink, or taste not, . embosomed in the, . fishes that tipple in the, . for his hearers, too, . healths five fathom, . home is on the, . home on the rolling, . in the lowest, a lower, . malice to conceal, . of night is crept upon our talk, . on his front engraven, . philosophy, search of, . plough the watery, . potations pottle, . rocked in the cradle of the, . sleep falleth on men, . spirits from the vasty, . thoughts too, for tears, . to boil like a pot, . versed in books, . where the brook is, . yet clear, . deep-contemplative, fools so, . deeper than all speech, . than plummet sounded, . deepest consequence, . deeply beautifully blue, , . deep-mouthed welcome, . deer, a-chasing the, . a shade, hunter and the, , . let the stricken, go weep, . mice and such small, . defamed by every charlatan, . defeats more triumphant than victories, . defect arise, so may a glory from, . cause of this, . caused by any natural, . fine by, . defective comes by cause, . defence against lightning, . at one gate, to make, . immodest words admit of no, . in war a weak, . millions for, . of nations, cheap, . defend me from my friends, . your departed friend, . defensive as a moat, . defer, madness to, . not till to-morrow, . deferred, hope, . defiance, bid the tyrants, . in their eye, . deficiencies of the present day, . definitions of prose and poetry, . deformed, i know that, . unfinished, . deformity which beggars mimicked, . defunct bodies, ghosts of, . defy the devil, . the tooth of time, . degenerate days, in these, . sons, earth's, . degenerates from the sire, the son, . degree, all in the, . curs of low, . is preserved, unless, . men of low and high, . of woe, bliss must gain by, . wight of low, . degrees, fine by, . ill habits gather by unseen, . it grows up by, . of kin, prohibited, . scorning the base, . take but, away, . virtue has its, . deified by our own spirits, . deity, half dust half, . offended, for, . omnipresent like the, . dejected never, never elated, . thing of fortune, the most, . dejection do we sink as low, . delay, above all low, . always breeds, . mecca saddens at the long, . reluctant amorous, . reproved each dull, . the law's, . delays are dangerous, . have dangerous ends, . delectable mountains, . deliberates, woman that, . deliberation sat, on his front, . delicate creatures, call these, . delicately weak, . delicious bed o bed o bed, . land, done for this, . delight and dole, in equal scale, . faints with its own, . go to it with, . he drank, . heirs of pure, . in, a sight to, . in, labour we, . in love, if there 's, . in others' misfortunes, . in sorrowing soul, . into a sacrifice, . land of pure, there is a, . lap me in, . life seemed one pure, . mounted in, . my ever new, . my private hours, . over-payment of, . paint the meadows with, . plaything gives his youth, . she 's my, . she was a phantom of, . the wonder of our stage, . to do the things i ought, . to pass away the time, . we all quote by, . with liberty, to enjoy, . delights, all passions all, . not me, man, . that witchingly instil, . to scorn, . violent, have violent ends, . delightful measures, to, . studies, still air of, . task, . deliverance, day of, . dell, wandering down the shady, . delphian vales, the, . delphic oracle, sayings of the, . delphos, steep of, . deluge, after me the, . showers, the rain a, . delusion a mockery and a snare, a, . of youth, . delusive vain and hollow, . demd damp moist body, . horrid grind, . demi-paradise, this other eden, . democracy, egg of, . in your own house, . democratie, fierce, . democrats, the damned, . democritus would not weep, what, . demonstrate a providence, to, . demosthenes and phocion, . and pythias, . chance to fall below, . with pebbles in his mouth, . de mortuis nil nisi bonum, . den, beard the lion in his, . denied the faith, he hath, . who comes to be, . denizen, the world's tired, . denmark, it may be so in, . ne'er a villain in all, . something is rotten in, . deny, heart would fain, . depart come like shadows, so, . loth to, . departed worth, relic of, . departing friend, tolling a, . deplore thee, we will not, . deploring, a damsel lay, . depressed by poverty, . with cares, . depth, far beyond my, . in philosophy, . in whose calm, . of some divine despair, . of the soul, gods approve the, . depths and shoals of honour, . chasms and watery, . dark blue, . of hell, guests are in the, . of life, piercing the, . of the ocean, . sinks into thy, . deputed sword, nor the, . derangement of epitaphs, . derby dilly with three insides, . descant amorous, . descended from above, . descending, never ending always, . descent and fall is adverse, . claims of long, . to hades, . describe the undescribable, . description, beggared all, . desdemona would incline, . desert air, sweetness on the, . blossom as the rose, . fountain in the, . in the wide, . of a thousand lines, . of the mind, the leafless, . of the sea, . or water but the, . use every man after his, . water but the, . were my dwelling-place, . where no life is found, . wildernesses, . deserts full of wild beasts, . his, are small, . idle and antres vast, . deserted at his utmost need, . deserve better of mankind, . we 'll do more we 'll, . deserving, honour without, . design, things difficult to, . designs close in like effects, . desire, bloom of young, . every man has business and, . fierce, liveth not in, . hope thou nurse of young, . is a perpetual rack, . kindle soft, . lift from earth our low, . more love, i shall, . of glory, . of knowledge in excess, . of power in excess, . of receiving greater benefits, . of the moth for the star, . shall fail, . the soul's sincere, . this fond, . vision of unfilled, . desires of the mind, . sordid hopes and vain, . your hearts, be with you, . desired, it is that which i, . no more to be, . desk's dead wood, . desolate, no one so utterly, . none are so, . desolation, abomination of, . despair, black, . conscience wakes, . depth of some divine, . fiercer by, . from hope and from, . hurried question of, . nympholepsy of some fond, . of getting out, . our final hope is flat, . shall i wasting in, . that slumbered, . the message of, . where reason would, . where seraphs might, . wrath and infinite, . despaires, comfortlesse, . despairing, sweeter for thee, . despatch is the soul of business, . that business quickly, . despatchful looks, . desperate appliance, relieved by, . disease, desperate cure for, . diseases grown, . steps, beware of, . despise me, ay do, . despised, i like to be, . weak and, old man, . despond, slough of, . despondency and madness, . destined page, . destinies, fates and, . destiny, hanging and wiving go by, . in shady leaves of, . man's genius is a, . marriage and hanging go by, . one country, one, . wedding is, . destroy his fib or sophistry, . is murder one to, . strong only to, . destroyed by thought, . once, never supplied, . so cowardly, . destroying, fighting and still, . destruction of the poor, . pride goeth before, . startles at, . that wasteth at noonday, . destructive man, smiling, . woman, damnable deceitful, . desuetude, innocuous, . desultory man, . detect, lose it the moment you, . detector of the heart, . detest the offence, . detraction at your heels, . will not suffer it, . deviates into sense, never, . device, banner with the strange, . devices still are overthrown, . devil a monk was he, . as a roaring lion, . at everything, . author of lies, . bane of all that dread the, . brooked the eternal, . builds a chapel, , , , . can cite scripture, . defy the, . did grin, the, . don't let him go to the, . drives, when the, , , , . drove them, as if the, . eat with the, . every man was god or, . fears a painted, . for all, . go poor, get thee gone, . go to the, . god or, every man was, . has the largest congregation, . hath power to assume, . have all the good tunes, . his due, give the, . how the, they got there, . hunting for one fair female, . in all his quiver, . is gone, a-walking the, . is in, the place the, . laughing, in his sneer, . let us call thee, . livery to serve the, . of habits, is angel yet in this, . renounce the, . resist the, . sends cooks, , . stood abashed, . sugar o'er the, himself, . synonyme for the, . take the hindmost, . tell truth and shame the, , . the ingredient is a, . to pay, . to serve the, . was sick, . wear black, let the, . when most i play the, . when thou wast made a, . with devil damned, . world flesh and the, . would build a chapel, . devils at worms, . must print, . devil's back, got over the, . devil-in-all to pay, . devilish deeds, excused his, . sly, tough and, . devine, wel she sange the service, . devise wit write pen, . devised by the enemy, . devotion, ignorance mother of, , . object of universal, . solemn acts of, by, . the still prayer of, . to something afar, . devotion's visage, . devour, seeking whom he may, . thy heart, do not, . devouring hand, time's, . devoutly to be wished, . dew, as sunlight drinketh, . besprent with april, . chaste as morning, . diamonds in their infant, . drop of ink falling like, . exhaled as the morning, . faded like the morning, . from the heath-flower, . glistering with, . her eye dissolved in, . like a silent, . of sleep, timely, . of slumber, honey-heavy, . of thy birth, . of thy youth, . of yon high eastward hill, . of youth, morn and liquid, . on his thin robe, . on the mountain, like the, . thaw and resolve itself into a, . upon a thought, like, . walks o'er the, . washed with morning, . wombe of morning, . dews, brushing away the, . his wrath allay, no twilight, . morn the mother of, . of summer nights, . of the evening, . twilight, are falling fast, . dewdrop clinging to the rose, . daisy protects the, . from the lion's mane, . there 's a woman like a, . dewdrops which the sun impearls, . dewy eve, from noon to, . freshness fills the silent air, . diabolical knowledge, . diadem of snow, . precious, stole, . dial from his poke, drew a, . hour by his, . not in figures on a, . to the sun, true as, , . usefulness of a, . dialect, a babylonish, . dialogism, a problematical, . diamond, cut diamond, . form, of, . great rough, . me no diamonds, . pen with point of a, . diamonds, bright as young, . dian's temple, hangs on, . diana, burnt the temple of, . of the ephesians, great is, . diana's foresters, . diapason closing full in man, . dice of zeus, . were human bones, whose, . dicers' oaths, false as, . dickens, what the, . dictionaries are like watches, . dictynna goodman dull, . did it, thou canst not say i, . die a bachelor, i would, . a dry death, i would fain, . all shall, . all that lives must, . all alone we, . and endow a college, . and go we know not where, . and there an end, . as much beauty as could, . aspiring, immortality to, . at the top like that tree, . bear to live or dare to, . because a woman 's fair, . before i wake, if i, . better, how can man, . but first i have possessed, . but fools they cannot, . but once, a man can, . but once, we can, . by inches, . cannot but by annihilating, . cowards may fear to, . for love, . for our country 't is a bliss to, . for the truth he ought to, . free men, we will, . greatly think or bravely, . harder lesson how to, . hazard of the, . here in a rage, . hope nor quits us when we, . in a great cause, who, . in an inn, . in scenes like this to live and, . in the last ditch, . in yon rich sky, they, . informs me i shall never, . is cast, the, . landing on some silent shore, . leisure as to, . let us do or, . look about us and to, . lot of man but once to, . lot of man to suffer and to, . love on till they, . many times, cowards, . names that were not born to, . nature broke the, . nor all of death to, . not born to, . not willingly let it, . o last regret regret can, . of a rose in aromatic pain, . or unknown, . since i needs must, . taught them how to, . taught us how to, . teach him how to, . teach men to, . there let me sing and, . thoughts that shall not, . to, is gain, . to-morrow we shall, . to save charges, . to, to sleep no more, . unlamented let me, . wandering on as loth to, . when beggars, . when brains were out, . who tell us love can, . with decency, . with harness on our back, . without or this or that, . without thee i dare not, . young, whom the gods love, . dies a wave along the shore, so, . alas how soon he, . an honest fellow, . and makes no sign, . but never surrenders, . good man never, . he that, pays all debts, . hurra for the next that, . in single blessedness, . nothing, but something mourns, . died as if overcome with sleep, . as one that had been studied, . away in hollow murmurs, . had no poet and they, . heroes as great have, . if i had thought thou couldst have, . liked it not and, . of no blast he, . since cleopatra, . the dog it was that, . diet, be sober in your, . doctor quiet and doctor, , . me with, the gods will, . dieu mésure le froid, . differ, agreed to, . though all things, all agree, . difference, distinction without a, . strange all this, should be, . to me, but oh the, . wear your rue with a, . different, like but oh how, . difficile, latin was no more, . difficult, best things most, . to design things, . to know one's self, . difficulties, choice of, . knowledge under, . show what men are, . difficulty and labour hard, . diffused good abundant grows, . knowledge immortalizes itself, . digest, mark and inwardly, . of anarchy, . digested, books to be chewed and, . digestion bred, from pure, . wait on appetite, . diggeth a pit, whoso, . dignified by the doer's deed, . vice sometimes by action, . dignifies humanity, . dignities, peace above all earthly, . dignity, in every act of, . in every gesture, . of crimes, reach the, . of history, , . washingtonian, . digression, there began a lang, . diligence, best of me is, . few things are impossible to, . increaseth the fruit of toil, . is the mother of good fortune, . diligent in his business, . dim and perilous way, . eclipse, in, . religious light, . with age, sun shall grow, . with childish tears, eyes are, . with the mist of years, . dim-discovered, ships, . dimensions senses affections, . diminished heads, hide their, . rays, hide your, . dimness, sight faints into, . dimple on his chin, . dimpling all the way, run, . dine, that jurymen may, . dined, greatly daring, . to-day, i have, . diners-out from whom we guard our spoons, . dining, thought of, . dinner, good enough, . lubricates business, . much depends on, . nap after, . of herbs, better is a, . others stay, . to ask a man to, . dinner bell the tocsin of the soul, . diogenes i would be were i not alexander, . dire was the noise of conflict, . direct and honest, to be, . the lie, . direction, all chance, . directs the storm, , . dirge in marriage, . is sung by forms unseen, . dirge-like sound, winter loves a, . dirt, faithless leather met the, . loss of wealth is loss of, . was trumps, if, . dirty work again, the creature 's at his, . dis's waggon, flowers from, . disagree, men only, . when doctors, . disagreeable, more, to say than do, . disappointed unaneled, . woman, fury of a, . disappointment follow, lest, . of manhood, . disaster, unmerciful, . disasters in his morning face, . weary with, . disastrous chances, . end, borne to, . twilight, . discharge, no, in that war, . disciplined inaction, . disconsolate, a peri stood, . discontent is want of self-reliance, . nights in pensive, . winter of our, . discord, brayed horrible, . dire effects from civil, . harmony not understood, . discords sting through burns and moore, . straining harsh, . discourse, bid me, . good company and good, . kind of excellent dumb, . like a persian carpet, . more sweet, . most eloquent music, . of reason, beast that wants, . of the elders, miss not the, . such large, . sweet and voluble is his, . sydneian showers of sweet, . the banquet of the mind, . tongue so varied in, . discourses in our time to come, . discovery of divine truths, . discreetest best, virtuousest, . discreetly blot, . discretion is the better part of valour, , . of speech, . philosophy is nothing but, . thou art a jewel, . through the little hole of, . disdain, my dear lady, . disease called lack of money, . remedy worse than, , . shapes of foul, . young, . diseases crucify the soul of man, . desperate grown, . extreme, . diseased, minister to a mind, . nature breaks forth, . disguise, scandal in, . thyself as thou wilt, . disguises, troublesome, . dish, butter in a lordly, . fit for the gods, . dishes, are these choice, . dishonour, honour rooted in, . i have lived in such, . dishonourable graves, . disinheriting countenance, . disinterested good not our trade, . disinterestedness, part of, . dislike, hesitate, . dislimns the rack, . disloyalty, to doubt would be, . dismal tidings, conveyed the, . treatise rouse, would at a, . dismaying solitude, . dismiss us with thy blessing, . dismissed without a parting pang, . dismissing the doctor, . disobedience, man's first, . to nature, . disorder, brave, . most admired, . sweet, in the dress, . dispaires, comfortlesse, . disparting towers, . dispel this cloud, . dispensary, garth did not write his, . dispensations, holy shifts are, . displaced the mirth, . disposer of other men's stuff, . disposes, man proposes god, . disposition, shake our, . very melancholy, . wisdom acquired by, . dispraise or blame, . other men's, . dispraises, praising most, . dispraised no small praise, . dispute, could we forbear, . my right there is none to, . disputing, itch of, . disrespect, luxury of, . disrespectfully of the equator, speak, . dissect, creatures you, . dissemble, right to, . dissembling nature, . dissension between hearts, . dissent, dissidence of, . dissevering power, . dissipation without pleasure, . dissolve, great globe itself shall, . dissolves, all the world, . dissonance, air with barbarous, . distance, frozen by, . lends enchantment, . made more sweet by, . notes by, more sweet, . smooth at a, . sometimes endears friendship, . distant prospects please us, . spires, ye, . trojans never injured me, . views of happiness, . distemper, died of no, . distil goodness out of evil, . distilled damnation, . distinct as the billows, . persons, two, . distinction between virtue, . without a difference, . distinguish and divide a hair, . distinguishable, shape had none, . distinguished for ignorance, . distraction, waft me from, . distress, brothers in, . consolations in, . distressed by poverty, . in mind body or estate, . distressful bread, crammed with, . stroke of my youth, . distrest, griefs that harass the, . distrusting asks if this be joy, . ditch, both fall into the, . die in the last, . ditties of no tone, pipe to, . ditto to mr. burke, . diurnal, there swift return, . diver, adventure of the, . did hang a salt-fish, . divers paces with divers persons, . diverter of sadness, . divide a hair, distinguish and, . sunday from the week, . divided against itself, house, . duty, perceive a, . excellence, fair, . in death they were not, . united yet, . we fall, united we stand, . dividends, incarnation of fat, . dividing, his cares, . we fall by, . divina natura dedit agros, . divine, all save the spirit of man is, . apollo can no more, . enchanting ravishment, . hand that made us is, . how, a thing, . how, woman may be made, . human face, . in hookas, tobacco, . kill a sound, . makes drudgery, . milton, the, . of kings, the right, . or holy, aught, . philosophy, , . she 's lovely she 's, . she sang the service, . to forgive, . to love, too, . vision and faculty, . divineness, participation of, . diviner air, ampler ether, a, . diviner's theme, the glad, . divinity doth hedge a king, . in odd numbers, there is, . sacred and inspired, . that shapes our ends, . that stirs within us, . divinely fair, , . tall, daughter of the gods, . division of a battle, . do good by stealth, . if to, were as easy as to know, . it with thy might, . noble things not dream them, . nothing left to, . or die, let us, , . so many worlds so much to, . we should do that we would, . well and right, . what has by man been done, . what i pleased, i would, . what i will with mine own, . what men dare, . ye even so to them, . dock the tail of rhyme, . doctor, after death the, . dismissing the, . fell, i do not love thee, . for a nauseous draught fee the, . good is a good, . old because you never were my, . silent, shook his head, . doctors disagree, when, . of the stoic fur, . doctors' spite, in learned, . doctrine, all the winds of, . from women's eyes, . not for the, but the music, . orthodox, prove their, . sanctified by truth, . the bible is a book of, . with every wind of, . doctrines plain, what makes all, . doer and the thing done, . doer's deed, place is dignified by, . does well acts nobly, . doff it for shame, . dog, alcibiades and his, . and bay the moon, . circumcised, . faithful, his, . hair of the same, . his highness', at kew, . hunts in dreams like a, . in that town was found a, . in the manger, . infidel as a, . is thy servant a, . is turned to his vomit, . it was that died, . let no, bark, . living, better than dead lion, . love me love my, . mine enemy's, . misbeliever, cut throat, . ounce bear and bull, . shall bear him company, . smarts, this, . something better than his, . to gain his private ends, . tobias and his, . walking on his hind legs, . whose, are you, . will have his day, . wool of bat tongue of, . word to throw at a, . dogs bark at me, . between two, . delight to bark and bite, . drinking from the nile, , . eat of the crumbs, . fighting in the streets, . little, and all, . of war, let slip the, . rain cats and, . throw physic to the, . ye have had your day, . doggedly, set himself, . doing and saying are two things, . or suffering, . whatever is worth, . doings, amend your ways and your, . doit, beggarly last, . dole, delight and, in equal scale, . happy man be his, . happy man happy, . doleful dumps, . sound, from the tombs, a, . dollar, the almighty, . dolphin, dies like the, . dolphin-chamber, in my, . dolphins play, pleased to see the, . domain, o'er the hushed, . dome, fired the ephesian, . hand that rounded peter's, . him of the western, . life like a, . no gilded, . of many-coloured glass, . of thought, . domestic happiness, . joy, smooth current of, . domestics, few admired by their, . dominations princedoms, . dominions, sun never sets in, . tithe or toll in our, . domus sua cuique, . done all is, in vain, . all is, that men can do, . decently and in order, . for, so soon that i am, . if it were, when 't is, . in a corner, . it, gone and, . like lightning, . make deeds ill, . my duty and no more, . quickly, 't were well it were, . such things to be so little, . things which we ought to have, . to death by slanderous tongues, . we may compute what 's, . well and as is fitting, . well, is done soon enough, . what 's, is done, . where much is to be, . with so much ease, . donned his clothes, he rose and, . don't see it, i, . doom, had an early, . of fate, . regardless of their, . the crack of, . doomed for a certain term, . doon, ye banks and braes of bonny, . door, at mine hostess', . beside a human, . clicked behind the, . drove me from the, . haunt the rich man's, . shut shut the, . shut the stable, . to door, sung ballads from, . wolf from the, . doors, death hath a thousand, , , . death hath so many, . infernal, . men shut their, . nor locks can shield you, . doorkeeper in the house of my god, . dorcas, a woman called, . dorian mood of flutes, . dorians pray, to whom the, . doric lay, warbling his, . dost thou love life, . dotage, streams of, . dotages and plagues of human kind, . dote on his very absence, . upon, how fading the joys we, . dotes yet doubts suspects, . doting with age, pyramids, . double cherry, like to a, . debt to pay, contrived a, . double toil and trouble, . my life's fading space, . pity, challenge, . sure, i 'll make assurance, . surely you 'll grow, . swan and shadow, float, . doublet, carving the fashion of a, . doubling his pleasures, . doubly armed, thus am i, . dying, . feel ourselves alone, . doubt, faith in honest, . modest, . my mind is clouded with a, . never, i love, . never stand to, . nor loop to hang a, . one heart, than, . that the sun doth move, . the equivocation of the fiend, . the wise are prone to, . thou the stars are fire, . to be once in, . trieth the troth in every, . truth to be a liar, . who read to, . win the trick, when in, . would be disloyalty, to, . doubts, our, are traitors, . bound in to saucy, . suspects yet strongly loves, . doubted, heard troy, . doubtful, from the dark and, . doubting in his abject spirit, . dough, my cake is, . douglas deals in red herrings, . in his hall, . like, conquer or die, . song of percy and, . tender and true, . dove, beside the springs of, . burnished, . found no rest, . gently as any sucking, . more of the serpent than, . wings like a, oh that i had, . doves and team of sparrows, . harmless as, . moan of, . dove-cote, eagle in a, . dowagers for deans, . dowered with the hate of hate, . down among the dead men, . and out of breath, . he that is, , . hill that skirts the, . i grant you i was, . levelling, . of darkness, the raven, . on your knees and thank heaven, . pillow hard, finds the, . this story will not go, . the wind, let her, . thou climbing sorrow, . thrice driven bed of, . to the dust with them, . downs, all in the, . unhabitable, . downcast modesty, . downward age, torrent of a, . bent, thoughts, . dozen, a baker's, . doxy, another man's, . drab, cursing like a very, . drachenfels, castled crag of, . drachm is too little for a king to give, . draff, still sow eats all the, . drag angels down, . the slow barge, . drags at each remove, . its slow length along, . dragon, evening, . saint george that swinged the, . dragon's tail, baited with a, . dragonish, cloud that is, . drained by fevered lips, . drakes and ducks, . drama has outgrown such toys, the, . with the day, close the, . drames go by conthraries, . drank delight, . judicious, . drapery of his couch, . draught above heat, one, . nauseous, . of cool refreshment, . slavery a bitter, . draughts, shallow, . draw men as they ought to be, . the curtain and show the picture, . the curtain close, . you with a single hair, . draws us with a single hair, beauty, , . drawers, chest of, by day, . drawn dagger, smiles at the, . dread and fear of kings, . of all who wrong, . of something after death, . the devil, bane of all that, . whence this secret, . dreadful as the manichean god, . bell, silence that, . reckoning, . thing, between the acting of a, . thought, thou pleasing, . urs, those, . dream, a hideous, . a shadowy lie, was thy, . all night without a stir, . as we glide through a quiet, . as youthful poets, . change o'er the spirit of my, . clear, and solemn vision, . consecration and the poet's, . fickle as a changeful, . gone like a beautiful, . her face stirred with her, . hope is but the, . hunt half a day for a forgotten, . i have had a, . is but a shadow, a, . life is but an empty, . love's young, . not homer nods but we, . of, a sight to, . of a waking man, . of heaven, she did but, . of home, the, . of love melted away, in a, . of peace, deep, . of things that were, . of those that wake, . old men's, . past the wit of man to say what, . short as any, . silently as a, . the glory and the, . to sleep perchance to, . when one awaketh, . which was not all a dream, . dreams and fables of the skies, . and slumbers light, . angels in some brighter, . books are each a world, . full of ghastly, . glimpses of forgotten, . ground not upon, . hence, babbling, . in some brighter, . lies down to pleasant, . like a dog he hunts in, . of avarice, beyond the, , . of cutting foreign throats, . of those who wake, . old men shall dream, . smooth or idle, . such stuff as, are made on, . that wave before the half-shut eye, . their own, deceive 'em, . true i talk of, . what, may come, . dreamed that life was beauty, . dreaming ear, voice of my, . ever of thee i 'm, . past the size of, . dreamland, adamantine logic of, . dreamt i dwelt in marble halls, . of in your philosophy, . drear-nighted december, . dreary intercourse of daily life, . sea now flows between, . dregs of fortune's cup, . of life, from the, . dress, be plain in, . daring in full, . fair undress best, . felt through this fleshly, . of thoughts, style is the, . sweet disorder in the, . dressed in all his trim, . drest in a little brief authority, . still to be neat still to be, . drew an angel down, she, . drift, snow in a dazzling, . drink and to be merry, , . as friends, . as he brews so shall he, . cannot make the horse, . deep or taste not, . if he thirst give him, . let us eat and, . mandragora, . meat and, to me, , . no longer water, . no more than a sponge, . no sperit, i never, . nor any drop to, . old wine to, . pretty creature drink, . reasons why men, . small beer, felony to, . strong, is raging, . that quenches thirst, . they eat they, . they never taste who always, . 't is to thee i would, . to-day drown all sorrow, . to me only with thine eyes, . to the general joy of the table, . to the lass, . what ye shall eat or, . when i have occasion, . why should every creature, but i, . wild anarchy of, . with him that wears a hood, . with me and drink as i, . with you eat with you, . ye to her that each loves best, . drinks and gapes for drink again, . drinking dancing laughing, . largely sobers us, . not to be blamed, . unhappy brains for, . drip of the suspended oar, . dripping with coolness, . drive a coach and six, . four rogues let, . on your own track, . whom the devil doth, , . driveller and a show, . driveth o'er a soldier's neck, . driving far off each thing, . of jehu, like the, . drizzled blood upon the capitol, . drooped the willow, where, . drooping head, repairs his, . drop a tear and bid adieu, . hinders needle and thread, every, . in for an after-loss, . in the well, last, . into thy mother's lap, . manna, you, . of a bucket, . of allaying tiber, . of ink, small, . of manly blood, ruddy, . to drink, nor any, . drops, dear as the ruddy, , . from off the caves, . his blue-fringed lids, . like kindred, . of rain pierce the marble, . of water, little, . the light drip, . what precious, are those, . wiped our eyes of, . dropped a tear upon the word, . down from the clouds, . from an angel's wing, . from the zenith, . manna, his tongue, . out of the clouds, . droppeth as the gentle rain, . dropping buckets into wells, . continual, in a rainy day, . continual, wears a stone, . eye, an auspicious and a, . droughte of march, . drown a fly, . all sorrow, . my book, . the brim, . what pain it was to, . drowned honour, pluck up, . drowsiness clothe man in rags, . drowsy man, dull ear of a, . syrups of the world, . with the harmony, . drowsyhed, land of, . drudgery at the desk, . divine, makes, . druid lies in yonder grave, . drum ecclesiastick, . spirit-stirring, . was heard, not a, . drum-beat, the morning, . drums and tramplings of three conquests, . beat the, . in his ear, . like muffled, are beating, . quietly rested under the, . drunk, all learned all, . gloriously, . hasten to be, . ink, he hath not, . it is our pleasure to be, . though he never was, . drunkard clasp his teeth, . drunken sailor on a mast, . drunkenness identical with ruin, . drury lane for you, no, . drury's, happy boy at, . dry as summer dust, hearts, . as the remainder biscuit, . death, i would fain die a, . light, . sun dry wind, . tree, done in the, . dryden, copious, . taught to join the varying verse, . drying up a single tear, . du sublime au ridicule, . ducat, dead for a, . duck or plover, aimed at, . ducks and drakes, . due, give the devil his, . more is thy, than more than all, . season, word in, . dues, render to all their, . duke of norfolk deals in malt, . the, did love me, . dukedom, my library was, . dulcimer, damsel with a, . dull as night, the motions of his spirit are, . beyond all conception, . cold ear of death, . cold marble, sleep in, . ear of a drowsy man, . gentle yet not, . goodman, dictynna, . naturally, . peter was dull very, . product of a scoffer's pen, . tame shore, on the, . duller than the fat weed, . dulness in others, cause of, . loves a joke, gentle, . dum vivimus vivamus, . dumb, beggar that is, . discourse, kind of excellent, . forgetfulness, a prey to, . kings of modern thought are, . modest men are, . the deep are, . the oracles are, . dumb-shows and noise inexplicable, . dumps, college joke to cure the, . the mind oppress, doleful, . dumpy woman, i hate a, . duncan hath borne his faculties so well, . hear it not, . is in his grave, . dunce kept at home, . sent to roam, . with wits, . dundee, single hour of that, . dundee's wild warbling measure, . dungeon dark, dweller in, . the vapour of a, . dunghill, cock on his own, . dunsinane, come to, . remove to, . dupe gamester and poet, . of the heart, . durance vile, in, . during good behaviour, . dusk faces with turbans, . dusky hour, midnight brought on the, . race, she shall rear my, . dust and heat, not without, . blossom in the, . chimney-sweepers come to, . down to the vile, . down to the, with them, . dry as summer, . enemies shall lick the, . glories in the, shall lay, . half deity, half, . heap of, alone remains, . hearts dry as summer's, . hour may lay it in the, . is gold, whose, . lie still dry, . much learned, . must come to, . mysteries lie beyond thy, . of alexander, trace the noble, . of servile opportunity, . pays us with age and, . pride that licks the, . provoke the silent, . return to the earth, . sleeps in, . so nigh is grandeur to our, . that is a little gilt, . the knight's bones are, . this earth this grave this, . thou art and unto dust shalt thou return, . thou art to dust returneth, . to dust ashes to ashes, . with eternity, flattering, . write the characters in, . write them in the, . writes in, . dusty and old titles, . death, the way to, . duties, men who know their, . primal, shine aloft, . property has its, , . duty, a divided, . england expects every man to do his, . faithful below he did his, . found that life was, . in that state of life, . i 've done my, . let us dare to do our, . not a sin this is a, . of humanity, general, . of some right of all, . pursues us ever, sense of, . service sweat for, . simpleness and, . subject's, is the king's, . such as the subject owes, . the path of, . to do my, in that state, . whispers low, when, . whole, of man, . dwarf on a giant's shoulders, , , . dwell below the skies, . in decencies forever, . in such a temple, . like an hermit, . together in unity, . dweller in yon dungeon dark, . dwellest thou, where, . dwelling is light of setting suns, . dwelling-place, the desert were my, . dwells, hereabouts he, . where joy forever, . dwelt all that 's good, . among the untrodden ways, . dwindle peak and pine, . dwindles, man only, . dyer's hand, like the, . dying eyes, unto, . eyes were closed, . fall, it had a, . farewells to the, . i am dying egypt, . man to dying men, . to-morrow will be, . when she slept we thought her, . with groans of the, . eager for the fray, . heart the kindlier hand, . eagle eye and lion heart, . flight, flies an, . he was lord above, . in a dove-cote, . like a young, . mewing her mighty youth, . old age of an, . so the struck, . stricken with a dart, . suffers little birds to sing, . eagles be gathered together, . dare not perch, . good to fight jackdaws, . having lately bathed, like, . eagle's fate and mine are one, . eagles' wings, fly on, . ear, adder that stoppeth her, . applying shell to his, . can hear, that no gross, . drums in his, . dull, of a drowsy man, . enchant thine, . falling at intervals upon the, . flattery ne'er lost on poet's, . flea in mine, . give every man thy, . heard me, when the, . hearing of the, . i was all, . i will enchant thine, . in at one, . in many a secret place, . it came o'er my, . it heard, one, . jest's prosperity lies in the, . jewel in an ethiope's, . more meant than meets the, . never did hear that tongue, . not to the sensual, . of a drowsy man, . of death, dull cold, . of eve, close at the, . of man hath not seen, . of night, the listening, . piercing the night's dull, . seeing eye and hearing, . voice in my dreaming, . with a flea in his, . word of promise to our, . wrong sow by the, , . ears, aged, play truant at his tales, . belly has no, , . blast of war blows in our, . hangs from beauty's, . he that hath, to hear, . in my ancient, . lend me your, . look with thine, . music to attending, . nailed by the, . noise of water in mine, . of flesh and blood, . of the groundlings, . polite, mentions hell to, . same sound is in my, . she gave me, . small pitchers have wide, . sounds of music creep in our, . the woods have, , . took captive, whose words all, . two, of corn where one grew, . with ravished, . wolf by the, . earldom and insignificancy, . earliest at his grave, . early and provident fear, . bright transient chaste, . death, to favourites, . nothing is too, for thee, . nothing to him falls, . rising sun, . seen unknown, too, . to bed early to rise, . root and early doom, . earnest, i am in, . stars, . ear-piercing fife, . earth a hell, making, . affords or grows by kind, . a sphere, preserves the, . a stage, . a step-dame, . alive and so bold, o, . all forgot, . all things in heaven and, . all unity on, . all ye know on, . ancients of the, and in the morning of the times, . bears a plant, while the, . bleeding piece of, . bliss that, affords, . bowels of the, . bowels of the harmless, . bridal of the, and sky, . changes but thy soul stands sure, . common growth of mother, . daughters of, . dust return to the, . elysium on, if there be, . exposed he lies on the bare, . eyes of a fool are in the ends of the, . fed by the bounty of, . felt the wound, . first flower of the, . flowers upon the, . fragrant the fertile, . full of woes, . fuming vanities of, . gave sign of gratulation, . giants in the, there were, . girdle round about the, . give him a little, for charity, . give some special good to the, . glance from heaven to, . glory passed from the, . has no sorrow, . hath bubbles, . heaven on, . heaven tries the, . huge fabric rose out of the, . inhabitants of the, . insensible, and be, . is a thief, . jove weighs affairs of, . joy of the whole, . kindly fruits of the, . lards the lean, . laughs in flowers, . lay her in the, . less of, than heaven, . lie lightly gentle, . lift our low desire from, . loveth the shower, . making, a hell, . man marks the, with ruin, . model of the barren, . more things in heaven and, . my footstool, . naught beyond o, . naught so vile that on the, . nightly to the listening, . none on, above her, . of majesty, this seat of mars, . of the, earthy, . on the confines of, . one beloved face on, . one society alone on, . overwhelm them, . peace good-will on, . plants suck in the, . pleasant country's, . poetry of, is never dead, . power is passing from the, . proudly wears the parthenon, . rejoice, let the, . salt of the, ye are the, . so much of heaven so much of, . soaks up the rain, the thirsty, . sounds my wisdom, . sovereign'st thing on, . speak to the, it shall teach thee, . spot which men call, . sure and firm-set, . that bears thee dead, . that e'er wore, . the revel of the, . this blessed plot, this, . this goodly frame the, . this grave this dust this, . this is the last of, . this opacus, . through, sea and air, . tickle the, with a hoe, . to earth ashes to ashes, . to every man upon this, . to highest skie, . to make, happy, . truth crushed to, . unfolds both heaven and, . upon the lap of, . walk the, unseen, . was made so various, . was nigher heaven, when, . way of all the, . when it is sick, . whereon thy feet do tread, . whose table, . with her thousand voices, . with orient pearl sowed the, . earth's base built on stubble, . biggest country, . bitter leaven, . boastful boys, . firmament, stars in, . greatest nation, . noblest thing, . earthlier happy is the rose, . earthly bliss, the sum of, . dignities, peace above all, . godfathers of heaven's lights, . hope and heavenly hope, . nothing, bounds her, . nothing, could surpass her, . paragon, . power show likest god's, . earthquake, gloom of, . shock the ocean storm, . ease, age of, . and alternate labour, . and speed in doing a thing, . done with so much, . flow with artless, . for aye to dwell, at, . hours of, , . in mine inn, , . in writing comes from art, . live at home at, . mob who wrote with, . of burdens, . of heart her look conveyed, . peace nor, the heart can know, . ran on with greater, . roots itself in, on lethe wharf, . studious of, . things which men confess with, . vaulted with such, to his seat, . with grace, . would recant vows made in pain, . you write with, . eased the putting off, . easier for a camel, . to be played on than a pipe, . easily as a king, . easiness to the next abstinence, . property of, . east, golden window of the, . it is the, and juliet is the sun, . where the gorgeous, . wind never blow, may the, . easter-day, sun upon an, . eastern kings, guilt of, . easy as lying, . if to do were as, as to know, . leap, methinks it were an, . to be true, . writing curst hard reading, . easy-chair, rabelais', . eat and drink as friends, . and drink, bad men live to, . and drink, let us, . and eat i swear, . drink and be merry, . each other, cannibals that, . i cannot, but little meat, . not the heart, . of a king, worm that hath, . or drink, what ye shall, . paper, he hath not, . some have meat and canna, . thy cake and have it, . thy heart, . to live we must, . with a friend, . with the devil, . with you, i will not, . your cake and have your cake, . eaten out of house and home, . sour grapes, . eating, appetite comes with, . cares, . time, worn out with, . eaves, drops from off the, . ebb, ne'er feels retiring, . to humble love, ne'er, . ebony, image of god in, . ebrew jew, i am an, . eccentric and centric, . ecclesiastical lyric, . ecclesiastick drum, . echo answers where, . applaud thee to the very, . caught faintly the sound, . of the sad steps, . to the sense, sound an, . echoes dying dying dying, . fontarabian, . how cruelly sweet are the, . of that voice, melodies the, . roll from soul to soul, . set the wild, flying, . echoing walks between, . eclipse, built in the, . in dim, . first the rest nowhere, . total, without all hope of day, . eclipsed the gayety of nations, . economy is the fuel of magnificence, . ecstasy, cunning in bodiless creation, . of love, the very, . to lie in restless, . waked to, the living lyre, . warm as, . eden, one morn a peri at the gate of, stood disconsolate, . solitary way through, . this other demi-paradise, . edge, cloy the hungry, of appetite, . finest, made with blunt whetstone, . is sharper than the sword, . of appetite, clog the hungry, . of battle, the perilous, . of husbandry, dulls the, . teeth are set on, . tools, jesting with, . edged with poplar pale, . edified, whoe'er was, . edition, christians of the best, . education a refuge in adversity, . common to all, making, . felicity of good, . forms the common mind, . freemen without, . men of liberal, , . the ignorant despise, . to love her was a liberal, . travel is a part of, . viaticum of old age, . virtuous and noble, . educing good from evil, . edward, sons of, . eel of science, . effect, cause of this, . defective comes by cause, . effects, what dire, . eftest way, . eftsoones they heard, . egeria! sweet creation, . egg, as one, is like another, . full of meat, . learned roast an, . of democracy, . eggs, as if he trod upon, . as like as, . in one basket, all his, . new laid roasted rare, . eglantine, musk-roses and, . egregiously an ass, . egypt, beauty in a brow of, . i am dying, . rivers of, . egypt's dark sea, o'er, . monuments, . pyramid, the mystery of, . eies and eares and every thought, . elaborately thrown away, time, . elated, never dejected never, . elbow, 'twixt shoulder and, . eld, palsied, . elder days of art, . let the woman take an, . scripture, . soldier not a better, . elder-gun, shot out of an, . elders, discourse of the, . elections, biennial, . electric chain, striking the, . elegance of female friendship, . elegant as simplicity, . but not ostentatious, . simplicity of three per cents, . sufficiency content, . element, creatures of the, . lowering, scowls, . one god one law one, . thy, is below, . elements, become our, . dare the, to strife, . i tax not you, you, . large, in order brought, . so mixed in him, . unhurt amidst the war of, . weak and beggarly, . elephant learns to dance, . man's plaything, . what is bigger than an, . elephants endorsed with towers, . for want of towns, . elevate, in thoughts more, . eleven die nobly, . points of the law, possession is, . eliza's days, names in great, . ell, he 'll take an, . elm, pears from an, . star-proof, branching, . elms, immemorial, . eloquence and poetry, . heavenly, . mother of arts and, . of eyes, . resistless, . splendid, . the soul, . to woe, truth denies all, . eloquent just and mighty death, . music, discourse most, . that old man, . tully was not so, . elves, criticising, . faery, whose midnight revels, . whose little eyes, . elysian beauty, . life, suburb of the, . elysium, lap it in, . on earth, if there be, . within whose circuit is, . emanation from the gospel, . emathian conqueror, . embalmed in tears, . embattled armies, . farmers stood, here the, . embers glowing, . emblem of truth, . to friends and enemies, . emblems of deeds, . of untimely graves, . right meet of decency, . emboldens sin, mercy, . embosomed in the deep, . embrace, arms take your last, . caught a star in its, . endure then pity then, . me she inclined, . embroidery, every flower wears sad, . embryo, chancellor in, . yesterday in, . embryos and idiots, . emelie, up rose, . emergencies, untried, . emerald isle, . emerson, first there comes, . whose rich words, . eminence, that bad, . eminent, tax for being, . emotion, intellectualized, . emperor without his crown, . empire, cutpurse of the, . is peace, the, . my mind to me an, . of habit is powerful, . of land to the french, . of the air to germany, . of the heavens bright, . of the sea to the english, . sun never sets on the immense, . survey our, . swayed the rod of, . thy dread, chaos, . trade's proud, . westward the course of, . westward the star of, . will be dreadful, their, . empires, whose game was, . employ, teach heaven's, . employment, chase brave, . hand of little, . employments, how various his, . of idle time, . prevents melancholy, . wishing is the worst of all, . empress, sovereign law sits, . emprise and floure of floures, . emptiness, smiles betray his, . empty boxes, beggarly account of, . bubble, honour but an empty, . heads, tall men have, . louder but as, quite, . often the cockloft is, . praise, pudding against, . thanks, words are but, . empty-vaulted night, . enamelled eyes, quaint, . stones, sweet music with, . enamoured, hung over her, . enchant thine ear, . enchanting ravishment, . enchantment, distance lends, . enchants the world, . encounter, free and open, . of our wits, keen, . encourage no vice, . encreasing, youth waneth by, . encumbers him with help, . encyclopedic mind, . end and aim, but being's, . at my finger's, . at their wit's, , . attempt the, . badder, gladly to the, . be well all is well, . beginning and the, . beginning of our, the true, . beginning of the, . bitter, . born to disastrous, . crowns all, . death a necessary, . die and there an, . do not forsake me at my, . each particular hair stands an, . good beginning, good, . guide original and, . happiness our being's, . hope to the, . in wandering mazes, found no, . is not yet, the, . life's great, . make me to know mine, . me no ends, . means unto an, . most sweet, to make the, . must justify the means, . my last, be like his, . of a fray, latter, . of a shot, . of fame, what is the, . of it, there is an, . of language, nature's, . of reckoning, . of returning, . of the chapter, . of this day's business, . one must consider the, . original and, . prophetic of her, . remember milo's, . remember the, . served no private, . set gray life and apathetic, . swan-like, fading in music, . the sooner to make an, . to all things, . try the man, . end-all, might be the, . endearing elegance, . wile, children with, . endearment, each fond, . endeavour, riven with vain, . too painful an, . with useless, . ended, his cares are now all, . ending, a good, . always descending, never, . on the rustling leaves, . still beginning, never, . endite, songes make and well, . endless error, in, . night closed his eyes in, . endow a college or a cat, . ends, at my fingers', . delays have dangerous, . divinity that shapes our, . good in everything, . human, ultimately answered, . neglecting worldly, . of the earth, . of verse, cheered with, . old odd, of holy writ, . this strange eventful history, . thou aimest at, . violent, violent delights, . well, all is well that, . whose, will make him greatest, . endurance, foresight, . is the crowning quality, . victory born of, . endure, human hearts, . the like himself, . the toothache patiently, . we first, then pity, . endured, tolerable and not to be, . what can't be cured must be, , . endures no tie, love, . enduring as marble, . enemies, fallen amongst, . naked to mine, . of nations, mountains make, . of truth, . shall lick the dust, . unhappy lot which finds no, . enemy dies, no tears are shed when an, . hate thine, . he who has one, . hunger, if thine, . in their mouths, . nearest and dearest, . thing devised by the, . to life, care 's an, . to mankind, . we have met the, . weak invention of the, . you are now my, . enemy's dog, mine, . energy divine, march and, . enforced ceremony, . engine, two-handed, . enginer hoist with his own petar, . engines, great, move slowly, . you mortal, . england, best thing between france and, . be what she will, . expects every man to do his duty, . hath need of thee, . high-road that leads to, . history of, written with knowledge, . martial airs of, . men of light and leading in, . meteor flag of, . never shall lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, . not three good men unhanged in, . old, on the lee, . old, is our home, . roast beef of, . royal navy of, . slaves cannot breathe in, . stately homes of, . this realm, this, . to his italy, linking our, . true to itself, . with all her faults, . with all thy faults, i love thee, . wooden walls of, . world or in france or in, . ye gentlemen of, . ye mariners of, . england's greatest son, . english, abusing the king's, . air, sweet as, . ballad-singer's joy, . dead, close the wall up with our, . empire of the sea to the, . gun, who never lost an, . legs, one pair of, . nation, trick of our, . style, to attain an, . undefyled, well of, . englishman says nothing if he has nothing to say, . stands firmest in his shoes, . the dying, . enigmatical sort of calamity, . enjoy delight with libertie, . her while she 's kind, . nought better than to, . we prize not whiles we, . your dear wit, . enjoyed, with more spirit chased than, . enjoying, think it worth, . enmities of twenty generations, . ennoble sots, what can, . enormous faith of many, . times, corrector of, . enough for man to know, . is equal to a feast, . is good as a feast, , . 't will serve, . verge, for more, . with over-measure, . enriches not him and makes me poor, . ensample, this noble, . ensanguined hearts, . ense petit placidam, . ensign, beauty's, is crimson, . imperial, high advanced, . tear her tattered, down, . enskyed and sainted, a thing, . entangling alliances, . enterprise, heroic, is gone, . life-blood of our, . enterprises, impediments to, . of great pith and moment, . entertain strangers, to, . entertained angels unawares, . entertains the harmless day, . enthroned in the hearts of kings, . enthusiasm, nothing achieved without, . entice thee, if sinners, . entire affection hateth, . and perfect chrysolite, . entity and quiddity, . entrails spin, spiders from their, . entrancing our senses, . entrance to a quarrel, beware of, . wisdom at one, . entrances and exits, have their, . entuned in hire nose, . envious people, disposition of, . tongues, to silence, . worm, bit with an, . envy hatred and malice, . of less happier lands, . of the world, . time transported with, . will merit pursue, . withers at another's joy, . epaminondas, witty saying of, . ephemeral is fame, . ephesian dome, fired the, . ephesians, diana of the, . ephesus, dame of, . ephraim, grapes of, . epic's stately rhyme, . epicure would say, the, . epicurean cooks, . epicurus' sty, fattest hog in, , . epicycle, cycle and, . epimenides, the sleep of, . epitaph, believe a woman or an, . better a bad, . no man write my, . not remembered in thy, . epitaphs, derangement of, . let 's talk of, . epitome, all mankind's, . epocha in history of america, . epochs, actions are our, . equal, all men created, . and exact justice, . to all things, . equator, speak disrespectfully of the, . equity is a roguish thing, . is according to conscience, . equipage, conduct and, . senseless, . equivocate, i will not, . equivocation of the fiend, . will undo us, . era of good feeling, . erant quibus appetentior famæ, . ercles' vein, this is, . ere i was old, . sin could blight, . erebus, dark as, his affections are, . erect, unless above himself he can himself, . erected look, with, . spirit, the least, . erection, we rate the cost of, . eremites and friars, . erin, a poor exile of, . err, art may, . in opinion, human to, . to, is human, . errand, sleeveless, . erring reason's spite, . rod to check the, . sister's shame, . spirit hies to his confine, . error hurled, in endless, . lies in pride, our, . love truth but pardon, . of opinion may be tolerated, . wounded, writhes with pain, . errors like straws, . seem, stratagems which, . some female, . eruption, bodes some strange, . eruptions, breaks forth in strange, . esau, the hands of, . escape calumny, shalt not, . eschewed evil, . essay, to make a short, . essence, glassy, . of a thing, look to the, . of good and evil, . essential liberty, . estate, fallen from his high, . flies of, and sunneshine, . greatest, gained easy, . of man, fleeting is the, . relief of man's, . that man's, owns him, . esteem, they give to get, . to know, to love, to, . estranged, providence seeming, . estridges, all plumed like, . et spes inanes, . et tu, brute! . eternal anarchy, . beadroll, fame's, . blazon must not be, . devil, brooked the, . doom of fate, . fitness of things, . friendship, swear an, , . frost, that skirts the, . home, near to their, . hope springs, . joy and everlasting love, . new romances, . now does always last, . providence i may assert, . sabbath of his rest, . smiles emptiness betray, . summer gilds them yet, . summer shall not fade, . sunshine settles on its head, . vigilance, price of liberty, . year, heaven's, . years of god are hers, . eterne, nature's copy is not, . eternities, past and future, two, . time between two, . eternity, flattering dust with, . hath triumphed over time, . in bondage, worth a whole, . intimates, to man, . mighty ages of, . mourns that, . opes the palace of, . passing through nature to, . pilgrim of, . portions of, great souls are, . shall tell, . silence is deep as, . thou pleasing dreadful thought, . time is the image of, . wander through, . wanderers o'er, . white radiance of, . ether, ampler, . the holy, knows what love is, . through the clear, silently, . ethereal mildness, come, . mould incapable of stain, . sky, the blue, . warmth, soft, . ethics from byron's poetry, . ethiope's ear, jewel in an, . ethiopian change his skin, . etrurian shades, . eunuchs guardians of the fair, . euphrasy and rue, . eureka, the cry of archimedes, . europe, better fifty years of, . he sauntered, round, . rings, of which all, . europe's violets, . euxine, dangerous breakers of the, . eve ate apples, since, . close at the ear of, . fairest of her daughters, . from noon to dewy, . grandmother, a female, . one summer's, . son of adam and, . span and adam dolve, . eve's daughters, . eveleen's bower, when to, . even, gray-hooded, . star that ushers in the, . such is time, . sweet approach of, . tenor of their way, . ushers in the, . even-handed justice, . evening air, fairer than the, . bells, those, . chime, faintly tolls the, . come in the, . dews of the, carefully shun, . dragon came, an, . exhalation in the, . flowers at shut of, . grateful, mild, . never morning wore to, . now came still, on, . shades of, close, . shades prevail, soon as the, . sun shine sweetly, . twilight of the heart, . welcome peaceful, . when it is, . yet, was never, . evening's calm and happy hour, . close, at, . even-song, ringeth to, . event, faculties to bear every, . far-off divine, . one, happeneth to all, . say not small, . events, coming, . confused, . course of human, . not to lead but follow, . of fate's remote decrees, . repeat themselves, . river of passing, . spirits of great, . eventful history, this strange, . ever and a day, for, . charming ever new, . do nothing but that, . fair and ever young, . his time is for, . of thee i 'm dreaming, . thus from childhood's hour, . ever-during dark surrounds me, . gates, opened wide her, . evergreen tree of knowledge, . everlasting fame, damned to, . fixed his canon, . flint, wear out the, . love and eternal joy, . now, . preordained from, . redemption, condemned into, . yawn confess, thy, . everlastingness, shoots of, . evermore thanks, . every clime adored, in, . fool will be meddling, . inch a king, . man for himself, , . man has business and desire, . man's work, . one as heaven made him, . one can master a grief, . one that asketh, . one that hath, unto, . sweet its sour, . virtue under heaven, . why hath a wherefore, , . woe a tear can claim, . everybody's business, . everything advantageous to life, . by starts and nothing long, . comes if man will wait, . custom reconciles to, . devil at, . find a tale in, . good in, . handsome about him, . has two handles, . is made of one hidden stuff, . is nought, . result of change, . sans taste sans, . that pretty is, . that 's old, i love, . there is a season to, . they that are above have ends in, . time tries the troth in, . everywhere be bold, . his place, . the gods see, . the sun shines, . evidence of things not seen, . evident, things true and, . evil, be ignorant in foreboding, . be not overcome of, . be thou my good, . bent on doing, . communications, . days, though fallen on, . death is not the worst, . essence of good and, . feared god and eschewed, . for himself, man work, . for his good repay, . fruit of a bad man, . good and good evil, . good from seeming, . goodness in things, . ignorance is the one only, . is null, is nought, the, . is wrought by want of thought, . keep thy tongue from, . love of money is the root of all, . manners live in brass, . moral, and of good, . new and untried, . news rides post, . obscures the show of, . of that purpose, i knew the, . of the dead, speak not, . oldest and best known, . out of good find means of, . partial, universal good, . recompense to no man evil for, . report and good report, . root of all, love of money is the, . submit to the present, . that men do lives after them, . thereof, sufficient unto the day is the, . thing that walks by night, . tongue an unruly, . universal good all partial, . vice itself lost half its, . wealth excludes but one, . which i would not i do, . evils, less of two, . philosophy triumphs over past, . the school of mankind, . two weak, . exactness, with, grinds he all, . exalted sat, satan, . example from the lives of men, . joy of past, . profit by their, . results of your own, . salutary influence of, . thy stream my great, . to deter, as an, . you with thievery, . examples for the instruction of youth, . more efficacious than precept, . philosophy teaching by, . exceeding fair she was not, . tall men, . wise, fair-spoken, . exceedingly beautiful, . well read, . excel, 't is useless to, . unstable thou shalt not, . excellence, fair divided, . in a wondrous, . it cannot reach, hates that, . smallest scruple of her, . to maturity, . excellent dumb discourse, . in neither, . knowledge of what is, . thing in woman, . to have a giant's strength, . excelling nature, pattern of, . excels all earthly bliss, . another, one man, . the quirks of blazoning pens, . exception prove the rule, . excess, desire of knowledge in, . desire of power in, . nothing in, . of glory obscured, . of it, give me, . of light, blasted with, . of wealth is cause of covetousness, . our own prodigal, . to be blamed, . wasteful and ridiculous, . exchequer of the poor, . rob me the, . excise our brains, . excitement, be not hurried by, . excrement, general, . excuse, fault worse by the, . for being, beauty is its own, . for the glass, she 'll prove, . i will not, . in her face, came prologue, . excused his devilish deeds, . excusing a fault makes it worse, . execrable shape, what art thou, . execute the villany you teach me, . their airy purposes, . executes a freeman's will, . exemplary, lives in acts, . exempt from public haunt, . exercise, for cure depend on, . strength of mind, . the principle of health, . the sad mechanic, . exhalation, like a bright, . rose like an, . exhalations of the dawn, . exhaled and went to heaven, . he was, . exhausted worlds, . exhilarate the spirit, . exile from home, . of erin, poor, . exiles feed on hope, . existence, i called the new world into, . love is woman's sole, . soul secured in her, . struggle for, . exit, called to make our, . exits and their entrances, . expatiate free o'er all this, . expatiates in a life to come, . expectancy and rose of the state, . expectation, better bettered, . fails, oft, . makes a blessing dear, . rise, bids, . to bury them, merely in, . expects nothing, blessed who, . expediency, a principle not, . party honesty is party, . expedient to forget sometimes, . expedients with such a king, . expensive, gratitude is, . experience be a jewel, . from home, . gained my, . ignorant in spite of, . keeps a dear school, . lamp of, . made him sage, long, . old, do attain, . sharp mordant of, . tells in every soil, . to make me sad, . experiment, full tide of successful, . explain a thing till all doubt, . spoil it by trying to, . the asking eye, . expletives their feeble aid to join, . exploits, glorious, . explore the thought, . expose thyself to feel, . exposition of sleep, i have an, . express and admirable in form, . more than painting can, . not so much to, as to conceal, . expressed in fancy, not, . thought but ne'er so well, . expression, beyond, . expressive silence, come then, . exquisite, joys too, . exquisitely fine, how, . extant, the story is, . extend a mother's breath, . extent, my offending hath this, . extenuate, as for the brandy nothing, . nothing, . exterior, fair, a recommendation, . extravagant and erring spirit, . extreme diseases, . few in the, . hate in the like, . perplexed in the, . remedies, . extremes by change more fierce, . heard so oft in worst, . in man and nature, , . meet, . extremity, a daring pilot in, . in man's most dark, . exultations, agonies and loves, . eye and prospect of his soul, . apple of his, . apple of the, . bear welcome in your, . behind you, an you had any, . bend your, on vacancy, . black is a pearl in woman's, . blow the horrid deed in every, . brighter when we come, . could not 'scape the almighty's, . courtier's soldier's, . day's garish, . defiance in their, . did see that face, . dissolved in dew, . distinguish not by the, . don't view me with a critic's, . explain the asking, . fades in his, . fire in each, . for eye tooth for tooth, . foresees, whose certain, . fringed curtains of thine, . glad me with its soft black, . great, of heaven, . great taskmaster's, . guard me with a watchful, . half hidden from the, . harmony in her bright, . harvest of a quiet, . hearing ear and seeing, . heaven in her, . hide her shame from every, . i have a good, . in a fine frenzy rolling, . in my mind's, . lack-lustre, looking on it with, . light of a dark, . light of a pleasant, . light of the body is the, . like mars to threaten, . lion heart and eagle, . locked up from mortal, . looks with a threatening, . looks yellow to the jaundiced, . lovely in her husband's, . man a microscopic, . muse on nature with a poet's, . nature's walks, . negotiate for itself, . no, hath seen such scarecrows, . not satisfied with seeing, . of a needle, camel through the, . of childhood fears a painted devil, . of the day, , , . of greece, athens the, . of heaven, beauteous, . of heaven visits, places that the, . of nature, lived in, . of newt and toe of frog, . of solitude, that inward, . of the intellect, . of time, . of vulgar light, . one auspicious and dropping, . open alle night with, . peril in thine, . postern of a small needle's, . power behind the, . precious seeing to the, . pupil of the human, . saw me it gave witness to me, . sleep all night with open, . smile in her, . still-soliciting, . sublime declared, . such beauty as a woman's, . sun cannot be looked at with a steady, . tear in her, . tear stands trembling in her, . that inward, . the seeing, . to watch, no, . twinkling of an, , . unborrowed from the, . unforgiving, an, . unpresumptuous, . upward glancing of an, . was dim and cold, his, . was in itself a soul, that, . was not dim, his, . was on the censer, . watch in every old man's, . wave before the half-shut, . welcome in your, your hand, . where feeling plays, an, . which hath the merriest, . white wench's black, . who sees with equal, . will mark our coming, . with a watchful, . with his glittering, . with threatening, . eyes and eares and every thought, . are dim with childish tears, my, . are homes of silent prayer, . are in his mind, his, . as stars of twilight fair, . bend on me thy tender, . black, and lemonade, . book in many's, . close up his, . closed his, in endless night, . cobwebs out of my, . cynosure of neighbouring, . dear as these, . did once inhabit, holes where, . displayed the joy of youth, . drink to me only with thine, . eloquence of, . fear of god before their, . gifts that took all, . glow like the sparks of fire, . good for sore, . gospel-light from bullen's, . hands were never made to tear each other's, . happiness through another man's, . hath not a jew, . hell to choose love by another's, . i will not give sleep to mine, . in scorn of, . innocence closing up his, . kindling her undazzled, . ladies whose bright, . light that lies in woman's, . light that visits these sad, . like stars start from their spheres, . look your last, . looked love to eyes, . love darting, . love looks not with the, . make pictures when shut, . man may see with no, . man with large gray, . marlborough's, . may weep, those watchful, . meet far off, when, . night has a thousand, . no speculation in those, . not a friend to close his, . not yet created, . of a fool, . of gallery critics, . of my cash-box, . of sentiment, pluck the, . of unholy blue, . offensive to my, . ope their golden, . pearls that were his, . play the woman with mine, . pleasant sights salute the, . poorly satisfy our, . quaint enamelled, . rain influence, . read their history in a nation's, . reflecting gems, . sans, sans teeth, . severe, . shall cry my, out, . she gave me ears she gave me, . show his, and grieve his heart, . shut, he could go there with his, . sights of death within mine, . sought the west afar, . soul sitting in thine, . soul within her, . star-like, . stood with stupid, . streaming, and breaking hearts, . sublime with tears, . such beaming, . sweeter than the lids of juno's, . sweetest, were ever seen, . tears gather to the, . that shone now dimmed, . that would not look on me, . the break of day, . the glow-worm lend thee, . they strike mine, . thy dying, were closed, . to the blind, feet to the lame, . unto dying, . wanton, . were closed, thy dying, . were made for seeing, . where'er i turn my ravished, . which fail with wakefulness, . whose subdued, . will not give sleep to mine, . wipe my weeping, . wiped our, . with his half-shut, . women's, from, . eyeballs roll, lips tremble and, . eyebrow, ballad to his mistress', . eyelids heavy and red, . of the morn, opening, . slumber to mine, . weigh down my, . eyesight, treasure of his, . eyne, bacchus with pink, . fable, in a libyan, . read my little, . fables and legends of the talmud, . fabric, huge, rose like an exhalation, . of the sky, . of this vision, baseless, . rose silently as a dream, . the mystic, sprung, . face, apparitions start into her, . aurora shows her brightening, . bury me on my, . call it fair not pale, . can't i commend another's, . climber-upward turns his, . continual comfort in a, . disasters in his morning, . divine, human, . excuse in her, . familiar with her, . features of my father's, . finer form or lovelier, . garden in her, there is a, . give me a look give me a, . god has given you one, . hides a shining, . in his morning, . in many a solitary place, . in the moon, . in the sweat of thy, . is as a book, . labour bears a lovely, . like a benediction, . like a blessing, . like the milky way, . look on her, and you'll forget, . magic of a, . man had fixed his, as if the, . mind's construction in the, . music breathing from her, . music of her, . never eie did see that, . no odious furrows in my, . nose on a man's face, , , , . nose upon his, . ocean on whose awful, . o'er which a thousand shadows go, . of heaven so fine, . of joy we wear a, . one beloved, on earth, . pardoned all except her, . princely counsel in his, . saw the manners in the, . shining morning, . shyned bright, her angels, . some awful moment, . spit in my, . stirred with her dream, . ten commandments in your, . that launched a thousand ships, . that makes simplicity a grace, . to feel the mist in my, . transmitter of a foolish, . truth has such a, . umbered, see the other's, . visit her, too roughly, . wave with dimpled, . faces, dusk, with turbans, . none alike, . of the poor, grind the, . sea of upturned, , . the old familiar, . facility of the octosyllabic verse, . facing fearful odds, . facts and the laws, . angularity of, . are stubborn things, , . for poor men's, . imagination for his, . faculties, benumbs all his, . hath borne his, . to bear every event, . faculty divine, visions and, . every, contemplates certain things, . infinite in, . that forms thy judgment, . fade, all that 's bright must, . as a leaf, we all do, . dazzle as they, . may flourish or may, . nothing of him that doth, . thy eternal summer shall not, . faded like the morning dew, . on the crowing of the cock, . fades a summer cloud, so, . in his eye, . fading are the joys we dote upon, . honours of the dead, . in music, a swan-like end, . never, serenity of countenance, . faery elves whose midnight revels, . lands forlorn, . queen, read the, . fagots and fagots, there are, . fail, if this, . if we should, . no such word as, . nor fall, never to, . not ashamed to, . not for sorrow, . they never, who die in a great cause, . we will not, . fails, oft expectation, . failed the bright promise, . failing, every, but their own, . failings leaned to virtue's side, . fain die a dry death, . would i but i dare not, . would i climb yet fear i to fall, . faint and fear to live alone, . heart ne'er won fair lady, . in the day of adversity, . so spiritless so, . why should we, . fair, all that is, by nature good, . and crystal river, . and ever young, ever, . and good as she, . and never proud, . and softly goes far, . and unpolluted flesh, . as a star, . brave deserves the, . chaste and unexpressive she, . daffadills we weep to see, . day after the, . die because a woman 's, . divided excellence, . eunuchs guardians of the, . fat and forty, . for all that is, . found out a gift for my, . good as she was, . good-night, to each a, . greece sad relic, . hand that hath made you, . humanities of old religion, . if ladies be but young and, . in death, speak me, . is foul foul is fair, . is she not passing, . laughs the morn, . lov'd the brightest, . maidens are commonly fortunate, . matchless ganymed divinely, . melrose, would'st view, . not pale, call it, . or good alone, nothing is, . round belly with capon lined, . science frowned not, . she spake full, . she was not exceeding, . so deadly, . spirit rest thee now, . spoken and persuading, . supreme ambition to be, . sweet and, she seems to be, . the rose looks, . to fair he flew, from, . too, to worship, . tresses insnare, . undress best dress, . weather it will be, . weather out of the north, . what care i how, she be, , . women and brave men, . words never hurt the tongue, . words, to give, . young and so, . zurich's waters, . fairer, she never studied to be, . spirit conveyed, . than the day, be she, . than the evening air, . fairest of fair zurich's daughters, . of her daughters eve, . of stars, . fairies' coachmakers, . midwife, . fairy elves, . fiction drest, by, . hands their knell is rung, . of the mine, swart, . takes nor witch hath power, . tales did tell, . fairy-like music, what, . faith a passionate intuition, . amaranthine flower of, . and hope, animated by, . and hope, world will disagree in, . and morals milton held, . belief ripened into, . bible is a book of, . fanatic, . has centre everywhere, . he hath denied the, . herself is half confounded, . i have kept the, . in honest doubt, . in some nice tenets, . in womankind, . inflexible in, . is kneeling by his bed, . is the substance of things hoped for, . man should render reason for his, . mirror of constant, . modes of, for, . now abideth, . of many made for one, . of reason, no longer in the, . perhaps wrong, . plain and simple, . pure-eyed, . simple, more than norman blood, . that right makes might, . that wears well, . triumphant over fears, . unfaithful kept him, . we walk by, not by sight, . who breaks his, . faith's defender, the, . pure shrine, . faithful below he did his duty, . dog bear him company, . found among the faithless, . in action in honour clear, . loves shall moralize my song, . only he, . the wounds of a friend, . unto death, be thou, . faithfull frends, fallyng out of, . faithless, among the, faithful, . falcon towering in her pride, . falcons, hopes like towering, . fall, brook with many a, . by dividing we, . caused man to, . caused the angels to, . divided we, . fain would i climb yet fear to, . haughty spirit before a, . he that is down needs fear no, . it had a dying, . never to fail or, . no lower, he that 's down can, . of a sparrow, . out and chide and fight, . pride will have a, . some, some grow, . take heed lest he, . though free to, . to us is adverse, descent and, . what a, was there, . falls as i do, . as the leaves do, . early or too late, . like lucifer, . shallow rivers to whose, . with the leaf, . fallen, arise or be forever, . babylon is, . from grace, . from his high estate, . how are the mighty, . into the sere the yellow leaf, . lucifer how art thou, . on evil days, though, . fallest a blessed martyr, . falling at intervals upon the ear, . fear 's as bad as, . in melody back, . man, cruelty to load a, . man, press not a, . of a tear, the, . with a falling state, . world, secure amidst a, . fallings from us vanishings, . falling-off was there, what a, . fallyng out of faithfull frends, . false and fleeting as 't is fair, . and hollow, all was, . as dicers' oaths, . fires, kindles on the coast, . framed to make women, . fugitive, . history must be, . philosophy, . science, the glare of, . thou wouldst not play, . to any man, canst not be, . what was new was, . falsehood and truth grapple, . framed, heart for, . hath a goodly outside, . no, can endure, . strife of truth with, . under saintly shew, . wedded to some dear, . falsely luxurious man, . falstaff sweats to death, . falter not for sin, . to, would be sin, . fame, above all roman, . blush to find it, . church to god not to, . damned to, . damned to everlasting, . death-bed of, . earth sounds my, . elates thee, while, . family of, . fool to, nor yet a, . for a pot of ale, . from the field of his, . gives immortal, . grant an honest, . great heir of, . hard to climb the steep of, . hath created something of nothing, . i slight, nor, . is ephemeral, . is no plant, . is the spur, . martyrdom of, . most infamous are fond of, . nor yet a fool to, . nothing can cover his high, . on lesser ruins built, . over his living head, . rich in barren, . shade that follows wealth or, . that comes after life, . the pious fool outlives in, . the rolls of, . then was cheap, . to patch up his, . too fond of, . too mighty such monopoly of, . unknown to, . unknown to fortune and to, . what is the end of, . what rage for, . fame's eternal beadroll, . eternal camping ground, . ladder, ascended, . proud temple, . familiar as his garter, . as household words, . as the rose in spring, . be thou, but not vulgar, . beast to man and signifies love, . beauty soon grows, . but not coarse, . clothing the palpable and, . creature, good wine is a, . faces, the old, . friend, mine own, . with her face, . with his hoary locks, . familiarity breeds contempt, . contempt upon, . familiarly talks of roaring lions, . families, but two, in the world, . most ancient, . of fame, all the, . of yesterday, . family, children of one, . father of a, . famine, his, should be filled, . is in thy cheeks, . philanthropists in time of, . they that die by, . famous by my pen, . by my sword, . found myself, . founders of civilization, . orators repair, thence to the, . to all ages, . victory, it was a, . famoused for fight, . fan me while i sleep, . brain him with his lady's, . fanatic faith wedded fast, . fancies do we affect, sad, . men's more giddy, . thick-coming, . fancy bred, where is, . bright-eyed, . by hopeless, feigned, . chuckle, makes one's, . draws, gives a glimpse and, . fed, hope is theirs by, . food of sweet and bitter, . free, maiden meditation, . his imperial, . homebound, . like the finger of a clock, . most excellent, . motives of more, . not expressed in, . painted her, all my, . reason virtue, . whispers of, . young man's, . youthful poet's, . fancy's child, shakespeare, . course, impediments in, . maze, wandered long in, . meteor ray, misled by, . rays the hills adorning, . fanny, lord, spins, . fanny's way, pretty, . fantasies, no figures nor no, . our lightest, . thousand, begin to throng, . fantasy, nothing but vain, . fantasy's hot fire, . fantastic, alike, if too new or old, . as a woman's mood, . fickle fierce and vain, . if too new or old alike, . summer's heat, . toe, light, . toys, painted trifles and, . tricks, plays such, . fantastical, not in fashion is, . fantastically carved, . far above the great, . amid the melancholy main, . as angels' ken, . as the breeze can bear, . as the solar walk, . beneath the good how, . from gay cities, . from mortal cares, . from the lips we love, . from the madding crowd, . he seems so near and yet so, . less sweet to live, . off his coming shone, . press not a falling man too, . stretched greatness, . farce is done, the, . played by kings and republics, . fardels bear, who would, . fare, brown bread and the gospel is good, . thee well and if forever, . thee well, isle of beauty, . fared worse, further and, . farewell a long farewell, . a word that must be, . bade the world, . content, . forever and forever, . goes out sighing, . happy fields, . hope fear remorse, . i only feel farewell, . if ever fondest prayer, . mercy sighed, . that fatal word, . the neighing steed, . the plumed troop, . the tranquil mind, . to all my greatness, . to every fear i 'll bid, . to lochaber, . to thee araby's daughter, . farewells to the dying, . far-heard whisper, . far-off divine event, one, . things, old unhappy, . unattained and dim, . farm, each reaps on his own, . moderate sized, . of the world, . farmer, i have fed like a, . farmers, embattled, . farther from god near the church, . off from heaven, . farthing candle to the sun, . fascinate, blandishments will not, . fascination of a name, . fashion, fantastical that is not in, . garment out of, . glass of, . high roman, . of a new doublet, carving the, . of his hat, his faith the, . of these times, . of this world passeth away, . out of the world as out of, . the world's new, . wears out more apparel, . fashions, in words as with, . fashion's brightest arts, . fashionable topics, . fashioned so slenderly, . fashioneth their hearts alike, . fast and loose, . bind fast find, . by a brook, . by the oracle of god, . hold, that which is, . in fires, confined to, . some break their, . spare, . too late who goes too, . fast-anchored isle, . fast-flitting meteor, . fast-flying cloud, . fasten him as a nail, . fasting for a good man's love, . fat and greasy citizens, . contentions, . dividends, incarnation of, . fair and forty, . feed, the ancient grudge, . i am resolved to grow, . is in the fire, . laugh and be, . liberal soul shall be made, . men about me that are, . more, than bard beseems, . must stand upon his bottom, . oily man of god, . one of them is, and grows old, . oxen, who drives, . things, feast of, . waxed, and kicked, . weed on lethe wharf, . fatal and perfidious bark, . bellman, the owl, . gift of beauty, the, . hands, their, . shadows that walk by us, . so sweet was ne'er so, . word farewell, . fate and wish agree, did my, . binding nature fast in, . cannot harm me, . cowards mock the patriot's, . cries out, my, . display, thy future, . each cursed his, . eagle's, and mine are one, . eternal doom of, . fixed, free-will, foreknowledge, . forced by, . gave me whate'er else denied, . hanging breathless on thy, . has wove the thread of life, . he either fears his, too much, . heart for any, . heart for every, . heaven hides the book of, . itself could awe the soul of richard, . limits of a vulgar, . man is never wide of his, . man meets his, . man the fool of, . no armour against, . no man appears to tell their, . no one is so accursed by, . of mighty monarchs, . of rome, big with the, . seemed to wind him up, . sits on these dark battlements, . stamp of, . struggling in the storms of, . take a bond of, . things produced by, . to bear is to conquer our, . torrent of his, . true as, . where the good man meets his, . why should they know their, . with a heart for any, . fates and destinies, . men are masters of their, . of mortal men, the, . wills and, so contrary run, . fate's remote decrees, . father abram, . all the world and one's, . and mother, honour thy, . and my friend, my, . antic the law, . craves a booby son, booby, . feeds his flocks, . have a turnip than his, . her, loved me, . hoarding went to hell, . lies, full fathom five thy, . mother brethren all in thee, . my, made them all, . no more like my, . of a family, . of all in every age, . of the man, the child is, . son and holy ghost, . to that thought, wish was, . was before him, happy that his, . william, you are old, . wise, knows his own child, . wise son maketh a glad, . fathers, ashes of his, . have eaten sour grapes, . sins of the, . where are thy, . worshipped stocks, our, . father's brother, my, . face, features of my, . house, chimneys in my, . house, daughters of my, . house, many mansions in my, . joy mother's pride, . spirit, i am thy, . fathered, so, and so husbanded, . father-in-law, fine thing to be, . fatherly, i cannot lift it up, . fathom five, thy father lies full, . five, under the rialto, . line could never touch ground, . fatigued with life, . fattest hog in epicurus' sty, . fault against the dead, . condemn the, and not the actor, . every man has his, . excusing of a, makes it worse, . grows two thereby, . he that does one, . i see, hide the, . in great matters, . is not in our stars, . just hint a, . of a penetrating wit, . of angels and of gods, . of fools, wise men avoid the, . one loves him better for all his, . on one side, . political, . proudly clung to their first, . rich without a, . seeming monstrous, . their stars were more in, . to heaven to nature, . faults, all his, observed, . be blind to her, . england with all her, . england with all thy, . if he had any, . in vain you quote my, . lie gently on him, . men moulded out of, . thou hast no, . to be conscious of no, . to scan, careless their, . to see all others', . world of vile ill-favoured, . faultily faultless, . faultless body, . monster, . piece to see, thinks a, . favour is deceitful, . must come to this, . favours are denied, when, . call, nor for her, . given, pleased with, . hangs on princes', . lively sense of future, . sweet and precious, . favourite has no friend, . sin, his, . to be a prodigal's, . favourites, early death, heaven gives its, . fawne and crouch, . fawning, thrift may follow, . fayre and fetisly, spake ful, . fear, adored through, . and bloodshed, . and sorrow, pine with, . bid farewell to every, . boys with bugs, . cannot taint with, . death in every hedge, . death, men, . each bush an officer, . early and provident, . god honour the king, . god nothing else to fear, . in the night, imagining some, . is affront, . is as bad as falling, the, . is sharp-sighted, . may force a man, . mother of form and, . no, in love, . not and be just, . not guilt, those who, . not to touch the best, . of death, . of god before their eyes, . o' hell 's a hangman's whip, . of kings, . perfect love casteth out, . strange that men should, . thy nature, yet do i, . to be we know not what, . to die, cowards may, . to fall yet fain would climb, . to live alone, . fears and saucy doubts, . do make us traitors, . faith triumphant o'er our, . god and knows no other fear, . his fate too much, . hope when it dawns from, . humanity with all its, . humble cares and delicate, . more, than wars or women have, . no, to beat away, . of the brave, . our hopes belied our, . present, less than imaginings, . prosperity is not without many, . fearful adversaries, souls of, . goodness is never, . joy, snatch a, . odds, facing, . summons, upon a, . fearfully and wonderfully made, . fearing to attempt, . feast, as you were going to a, . beginning of a, . chief nourisher in life's, . enough is good as a, , , . gorgeous, . imagination of a, . invite your friend to a, . merry, great welcome makes a, . merry heart hath a continual, . of crispian, is called the, . of fat things, . of languages, have been at a, . of nectared sweets, . of reason and flow of soul, . sat at any good man's, . feasts, wedlock compared to public, . feasting, house of, . presence, full of light, . feather, a wit 's a, chief a rod, . bed betwixt a wall, . birds of a, . drown a fly or waft a, . from an angel's wing, . her winged spirit is, . if wafted downward, . of his own, espied a, . on the fatal dart, his own, . that adorns the royal bird, . feathers, see their own, plucked, . she plumes her, . two-legged animal without, . feathered mercury, rise like, . my nest, . feats of broil and battle, . feature, cheated of, . outward form and, . so scented the grim, . weeds of glorious, . features, homely, . of men, differences in, . of my father's face, . fed of the dainties, bred in a book, . show lowly taught and highly, . federal union must be preserved, our, . fee, set my life at a pin's, . the doctor, than, . fees, contentions and, flowing, . clear of the grave, . feeble, if virtue, were, . most forcible, . temper, man of such, . feed fat the ancient grudge, . he that doth the ravens, . me with a shepherd's care, . my revenge if nothing else, . on floures and weeds, . on hope, to, . on prayers, . feeds and breeds by a composture, . himself his neighbor and me, . feeder, blasphemes his, . feel and to possess, . another's woe, teach me to, . it most, those who, . like one who treads alone, . no time to, . that i am happier than i know, . those who would make us, . to feel what wretches, . to hear to see to, . which they themselves not, . your honour grip, . feels a thousand deaths, . at each thread, . meanest thing that, . the noblest acts the best, . the wanton stings, . feeling deeper than thought, . eye where, plays, . hearts touch them but rightly, . high mountains are a, . is quick and transient, . of his business, . of sadness and longing, . petrifies the, . plays, an eye where, . sensible to, as to sight, . to the worse, gives greater, . feelings, great, came to them, . to mortals given, some, . unemployed, waste of, . feet, at her, he bowed, . bar my constant, . beneath her petticoat, . clouted brogues from off my, . every turf beneath their, . friend's departing, . hands wings or, . hours with flying, . lamp unto my, . lie close about his, . like snails did creep, . many-twinkling, . nailed on the bitter cross, . of gamaliel, at the, . shoes were on their, . standing with reluctant, . through faithless leather, . time's iron, . to the foe, his, . to the lame eyes to the blind, . two pale, crossed in rest, . underneath his, . feetur, haint one agreeable, . felicitie, what more, can fall, . felicities, nature's old, . felicity, absent thee from, . and flower of wickedness, . god made man to enjoy, . in fortune's favours, . our own, we make, . fell, by that sin, the angels, . doctor, i do not love thee, . down, all of us, . great cæsar, . like autumn fruit, . like stars, they, . of hair would rouse and stir, . purpose, shake my, . swoop, at one, . though the brightest, . fellow, covetous sordid, . dies an honest, . hail, well met, . hannibal was a pretty, . hook-nosed, of rome, . in a market-town, . in the cellarage, hear this, . in the firmament, . mad, met me, . many a good tall, . no feeling of his business, . of but one idea, , . of infinite jest, . of no mark nor likelihood, . of the selfsame flight, . that hath had losses, . that hath two gowns, . that will have no sovereign, . there 's a lean, beats all, . touchy testy pleasant, . vindictive and touchy, . want of it the, . with the best king, . fellows, best king of good, . nature hath framed strange, . of the baser sort, . we 're all good, together, . young, will be young, . fellow-fault to match it, . fellow-feeling, help others out of, . makes one wondrous kind, . fellow-men, one who loves his, . fellowship, manhood nor good, . right hands of, . felony to drink small beer, . felt along the heart, . as a man, thought as a sage, . darkness which may be, . in the blood, . the halter draw, . with spirit so profound, . female errors fall, if to her share, . friendship, elegance of, . hunting for one fair, . mouth, kisses from a, . of sex it seems, . feminine, the vision, . fence, cunning in, . of rhetoric, dazzling, . fens bogs dens, . ferdinand mentez pinto, . fern, grasshoppers under a, . ferre as i can gesse, . festus i plunge, . fetisly, fayre and, spake ful, . festivity, pleasant place of, . fetterless, free and, . fetters off, throws its last, . fever, after life's fitful, . fever of the world, the, . so when a raging, burns, . few and far between, . are chosen, many called but, . die and none resign, . fit audience though, . grinders cease because they are, . immortal names, . in the extreme, . is all the world, that, . in the extreme, . know their own good, how, . let thy occupations be, . let thy words be, . plain rules, a, . real friends, . shall part where many meet, . strong instincts, . that only lend their ear, . things impossible to diligence, . too many yet how, . we happy, . fezziwig, in came mrs., . fiat justitia ruat coelum, . fib, destroy his, or sophistry, . fibs, i 'll tell you no, . fickle as a changeful dream, . fierce and vain, . fico for the phrase, . fiction, by fairy, drest, . condemn it as an improbable, . lags after truth, . truth stranger than, . fictions like to truth, . fiddler statesman buffoon, . fie foh and fum, . on possession, . field accidents by flood and, . as a flower of the, . be lost, what though the, . beat this ample, . cow a good animal in the, . fresh verdure of the, . hath eyes, . he rushed into the, . in the tented, . lilies of the, . of air, through the, . of fight, business in the, . of his fame, from the, . of honour, dead on the, . prussia hurried to the, , . six richmonds in the, . so truth be in the, . squadron in the, . with his back to the, . fields, babbled of green, . beloved in vain, . better to hunt in, . dales and, . farewell, happy, . happy autumn, . little tyrants of his, . out of the old, . poetic, encompass me, . rude militia, raw in, . showed how, were won, . with purpureal gleams, . fiend, a frightful, . angelical, . equivocation of the, . hell contains no fouler, . no, in hell can match, . thou marble-hearted, . fiends, juggling, . fiend-like to dwell in sin, . fierce and vain, fickle, . as ten furies, . as they paint him, the lion is not so, , . democratie, . repentance rears her crest, . fiercer by despair, . fiery floods, to bathe in, . pain, throbs of, . pegasus, turn and wind a, . soul working its way, . fife, ear-piercing, . sound the clarion fill the, . squeaking of the wry-necked, . fifteen, maiden of bashful, . fig for care and a fig for woe, . figs, in name of the prophet, . fig-leaves, they sewed, together, . fig-tree, under his, . fight again, those that fly may, , . another day, live to, , . another such, i were undone, . business in the field of, . but when her ladyship is by, . famoused for, . first in the, . for such a land, dare to, . good at a, . i give up the, . i have fought a good, . it out on this line, . the good fight, . the last in, . well hast thou fought the better, . fights and runs away, , . he that gained a hundred, . fighting, bellyful of, . foremost fell, . rusty for want of, . still destroying and still, . fighter, fits a dull, . figure for the time of scorn, . in company, makes no, . of man, god not the, . of the giant mass, baby, . of the house, . the thing we like, we, . figures on a dial, . strange and sweet, . filches from me my good name, . files of time, foremost, . fill a pit as well as better, . filled with fury, . fillip with a three-man beetle, . fills, he bounds connects he, . filthy lucre, not greedy of, . final goal of ill, . hope is flat despair, . ruin drives her ploughshare, . ruin fiercely drives, . find it in my heart, could not, . safe, safe bind, . seek and ye shall, . too late that men betray, . finds the down pillow hard, . tongues in trees, . findeth, he that seeketh, . fine by defect, . by degrees and beautifully less, . frenzy rolling, poet's eye in a, . how exquisitely, . in love, nature is, . manners need the support of fine manners in others, . puss-gentleman, . thing to be father-in-law, . too, a point to your wit, . words wonder where you stole 'em, . finely touched, spirits are not, . fineness which a hymn affords, . finer form or lovelier face, . finger and thumb, twixt, . freed from his ambitious, . in every pie, . more goodness in her little, . of a clock, like the, . pipe for fortune's, . points to heaven, whose silent, . points to the sky, silent, . slow unmoving, . writes and having writ, . fingers, four, from death, . decay's effacing, . rude, with forced, . weary and worn, with, . were made before forks, . within two, of death, . finger's breadth of being mad, . fingers' ends, at my, , . finished by such as she, . my course, i have, . fire answers fire, . bastion fringed with, . books that you may carry to the, . burn and cauldron bubble, . burned, while i was musing, . burnt child dreads the, . clean hearth a clear, . clothes and meat, . coals of, on his head, , . cold performs the effect of, . day fills his blue urn with, . doubt thou the stars are, . fantasy's hot, . fat is in the, . fretted with golden, . fringed with, . from beds of raging, . from the mind, years steal, . from the sun, moon snatches her, . frying-pan into the, , . glass of liquid, . glow like sparks of, . hasty as, . in antique roman urns, . in each eye, . in his bosom, . in his hand, who can hold the, . is not quenched, . is the test of gold, , . little, kindleth, . little, quickly trodden out, . melt in her own, . motion of a hidden, . now stir the, . o for a muse of, . o love o, . one, burns out another's, . pillar of, by night, . purge off the baser, . shirt of, martyr in his, . sitting by a sea-coal, . snatches from the sun, . souls made of, . source of motion, . spark of that celestial, . spark of that immortal, . sparkle the right promethean, . stood against my, . that warms cold, . three removes as bad as a, . two irons in the, . uneffectual, 'gins to pale his, . with white, laden, . without some smoke, no, , . yreken in our ashen cold, . fires, confined to fast in, . kindles false, . live their wonted, . of passion, to light the, . of ruin glow, . religion veils her sacred, . the tops of the eastern pines, . truth lend her noblest, . fired another troy, . the ephesian dome, . fire-hearts sowed our furrows, . fireside happiness, . howsoe'er defended, no, . to make a happy, . firm concord holds, . thy purpose, . firmament, the sun in the, . no fellow in the, . now glowed the, . o'erhanging, . on high, the spacious, . pillared is rottenness, . showeth his handiwork, . stars in earth's, . firmness in the right, . nature shakes off her wonted, . firm-set earth, thou sure and, . first and the last, . be not the, by whom the new is tried, . dark day of nothingness, . flower of the earth, . gem of the sea, . great cause, . he wrought, . in a village, . in banquets and in the fight, . in glory first in place, . in the hearts of his countrymen, . in war first in peace, . step which costs, . true gentleman, . who came away, . first-born's breath, feels her, . fir-trees dark and high, . fish, all is, that cometh to net, . cat would eat, . in troubled waters, . no, ye 're buying, . nor flesh, . not with this melancholy bait, . sold for more than an ox, . to fry, other, , . what cat 's averse to, . with the worm, man may, . fishes gnawed upon, men that, . live in the sea, how do the, . men live like, . men were first produced in, . that tipple in the deep, . fisher's chorus-note, . life, gallant, . fishermen on the beach, . fishified, how art thou, . fishing, may the east wind never blow when he goes a, . fish-like smell, very ancient and, . fist instead of a stick, . fit audience though few, . for the gods, a dish, . it for the sky, . man, most senseless and, . 's upon me now, the, . to hold a candle, . fits, 't was sad by, . fitful fever, after life's, . fitness of things, eternal, . fitted him to a t, . in arts, well, . fitting, done well and as is, . season is best, . fittest place man can die, . survival of the, , . five fathom deep, healths, . fathom under the rialto, . hundred friends, . reasons why men drink, . five-words-long, jewels, . fixed fate free will, . figure for the time, . like a plant, . my heart is, . star, name to every, . flag, death's pale, . freedom waves the fustian, . has braved a thousand years, . is known in every sea, . nail to the mast her holy, . of england, the meteor, . of our union forever, . of the free heart's hope, . the sceptre all who meet obey, our, . to haul down the american, . flame, adding fuel to the, . freedom's holy, . if you nurse a, . love's devoted, . love's holy, . nor public nor private, . that lit the battle's wreck, . vital spark of heavenly, . words so full of subtile, . flames, throng their paly, . yet from those, no light, . flaming meteor, harmless, . youth, . flanders received our yoke, . swore terribly in, . flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, . of the lightning, . flashes of merriment, . of silence, occasional, . flat and unprofitable, . as pancakes, . burglary as ever was committed, . despair, our final hope is, . sea sunk, in the, . that 's, . flatter knaves, to, . neptune for his trident, . flattered, being then most, . to tears this aged man, . whom all the world hath, . flatterers besieged, by, . he hates, . flattering painter, a, . tale, hope told a, . unction to your soul, . flattery, i come not to hear such, . imitation is the sincerest, . is the food of fools, . never lost on poet's ear, . soothe the cold ear of death, . to name a coward, . flaunting extravagant quean, . flax, smoking, . flaxen was his poll, . flea has smaller fleas, . in his ear, , . that 's a valiant, . fleas, great, have little, . little fleas have lesser, . that on him prey, . fled, i waked she, . like a passing thought, . murmuring, . flee when no man pursueth, . fleet, all in the downs the, . is a glance of the mind, . fleets, ten thousand, . fleetest, brightest still the, . fleeting as 't is fair, . is the estate of man, . show, the world is all a, . some, good, . flesh and blood can't bear it, . and blood, strong as, . and blood, to ears of, . and the devil, the world, . collop of thy own, . fair and unpolluted, . going the way of all, . his virgin sword, . how art thou fishified, . is grass, all, . is heir to, the shocks that, . is weak, but the, . little breath little, . nor good red herring, . of my flesh, . of thy flesh, . one of the, . service to the, . take off my, . that this too solid, would melt, . thorn in the, . weariness of the, . will not out of the, . will quiver; the, . fleshed thy maiden sword, . fleshpots, when we sat by the, . flies an eagle flight, . close mouth catches no, . in amber, . of estate and sunneshine, . preyed on half-starved, . the higher pitch, . flight, attained by sudden, . brighten as they take their, . flies an eagle, . of ages, once in the, . of common souls, above the, . of future days, . of years, unmeasured by the, . selfsame, the selfsame way, . flighty purpose never is o'ertook, . fling away ambition, . but a stone the giant dies, . flint, everlasting, . weariness can snore upon the, . flinty and steel couch of war, . flirtation, that significant word, . float double swan and shadow, . floating bulwark of our island, . flock however watched, no, . tainted wether of the, . flocks, my father feeds his, . flogging in schools, . flood and field, accidents by, . bridge that arched the, . leap into this angry, . of mortal ills prevailing, . seems motionless as ice, yon, . shadow lies floating on the, . taken at the, . floods, bathe in fiery, . passions are likened best to, . floor, modest front of this small, . nicely sanded, . of heaven is thick inlaid, . florence, ungrateful, . flounder, squat as a, . flourish in immortal youth, . princes and lords may, . flourished, whilst bloody treason, . flout the sky, banners, . flow gently sweet afton, . how well so e'er it, . like thee, could i, . of soul, feast of reason and, . flower, amaranthine, . and bee, summer cometh with, . born to blush unseen, . bright consummate, . bright golden, . dear common, . death lurks in every, . every, enjoys the air, . every leaf and every, . every opening, . first, of the earth, . gives scent to every, . glistering with dew, . herself a fairer, . it fell upon a little western, . lightly like a, . look like the innocent, . lovely little, is free, . man a, he dies, . meanest, that blows, . near the lark's nest, every, . no daintie, or herbe, . no sooner blown but blasted, . no stronger than a, . o fairest, . of floures, . of glorious beauty, . of sweetest smell, . of the field, as a, . of wickedness, . of wifly patience, . offered in the bud, . pleasure like the midnight, . proved a beauteous, . safety, pluck this, . that sad embroidery wears, . that smiles to-day, . the sculptured, . flowers, all the sweetest, . and fruits of love, . appear on the earth, . are lovely love is flower-like, . are springing, sweet, . azure moss and, . baptism o'er the, . bitter o'er the, . buy my, o buy i pray, . chaliced, . charities scattered like, . clouds that shed may, . cover with leaves and, . crown old winter's head with, . earth laughs in, . from dis' waggon, . have their time to wither, . in the mede, of all the, . most can raise the, . no path of, leads to glory, . nosegay of culled, . of all hue, . of the forest, . only treads on, . proserpine gathering, . purple with vernal, . shut of evening, . so blue and golden, . some bitter o'er the, . soonest awake to the, . sweeter in the air, breath of, . that do best perfume the air, . that grows beside the way, . that in the forest grew, . that skirt the eternal frost, . to feed on, . when spring unlocks the, . white and red, . worthy of paradise, . flower-de-luce, . floweret of the vale, meanest, . pluck ere it close, . flowery meads in may, . oratory he despised, . flowing cups pass swiftly round, . cups, remembered in, . fees and fat contentions, . limb in pleasure drowns, . with milk and honey, . flown with insolence and wine, . flows all that charms, . in fit words, sense, . fluctuation, world-wide, . flung rose flung odours, . flush as may, . flushing his brow, . flutes and soft recorders, . to the tune of, . fluttered your volscians in corioli, . fly betimes, then, . busy curious thirsty, . from pleasure, i, . hiss for the, . in the rivers of egypt, . is hell, which way i, . like a youthful hart or roe, . not yet 't is just the hour, . o could i, i 'd fly with thee, . of the coach, . or i can run, i can, . said a spider to a, . that sips treacle, . those that, may fight again, . those that run away and, . to drown a, . which way shall i, . within a bead of amber, . flying all abroad, . chariot, . old time is still a, . foam is amber, whose, . o'er the dark sea's, . of perilous seas, . on the river, like the, . wiped away the weeds and, . foe, byzantium's conquering, . censure from a, . ever sworn the, . grim death my son and, . heat not a furnace for your, . insolent, . is now before us, . let in the, . manly, give me the, . met my dearest, in heaven, . overcome but half his, . the, they come, . to love, unrelenting, . to make one worthy man my, . to meet the insulting, . to tyrants, this hand sworn, . was in his soul a friend, each, . where breathes the, . with his feet to the, . foes, long inveterate, . thrice he routed all his, . to comfort friends and, . foemen worthy of their steel, . fog in my throat, to feel the, . or fire by lake or fen, . foggy cloud, sits in a, . foibles, misery from our, . fold, like the wolf on the, . folded arms, lord of, . tail, horror of his, . folding of the hands, . folio, whole volumes in, . folk, a world of, . to gon on pilgrimages, . folks, ancestors good kind of, . on shore, unhappy, . follies, count o'er their youthful, . may cease with their youth, . of the wise, . that themselves commit, . youthful, . follow as the night the day, . followed her, king himself has, . followers, more, than a thief to the gallows, . following his plough, . folly, according to his, . and ignorance, . as it flies, shoot, . grow romantic, if, . into sin can glide, . is all they 've taught me, . is at full length, . loves the martyrdom of fame, . mirth can into, glide, . no soul exempt from, . of others, profit by the, . shunn'st the noise of, . stays and genius goes, . to be wise, . when lovely woman stoops to, . fond and billing, . imagination, so fair to, . of humble things, . of toil and care, why are we, . recollection, . to rule alone, man too, . fondest hopes decay, seen my, . fondness, eyes that weep in, . fontarabian echoes borne, on, . food, are of love the, . crops the flowery, . for powder, . human nature's daily, . minds not craving for, . of sweet and bitter fancy, . of fools, flattery 's the, . of love, if music be the, . of sweetly uttered knowledge, . one man's, is another's poison, . pined and wanted, . rats and mice have been tom's, . right choice, . that appeases hunger, . fool, answer a, . at forty is a fool indeed, . cannot hold his tongue, . difference between a wise person and a, . doth think he is wise, the, . every inch that is not, . every, will be meddling, . eyes of a, . hath said in his heart, . hold his tongue, let a, . in a mortar, bray a, . in the forest, i met a, . is counted wise when he holdeth his peace, . knows himself to be a, . laughter of a, . man at thirty suspects himself a, . me no fools, . me to the top of my bent, they, . more hope of a, . more knave than, , . motley, . must now and then be right, . no creature smarts so little as a, . of fate, . of nature stood, . one draught makes him a, . only good for, . outlives in fame the pious, . resolved to live a, . said my muse to me, . the more, i, . there is more hope of a, . to fame, nor yet a, . to make me merry, . when he holdeth his peace, . who thinks by force or skill, . with judges, . fools, a judge amongst, , . admire, men of sense approve, . and children cannot lie, . are my theme, . best, are a little wise, . bolt is soon shot, . by heavenly compulsion, . call nature what i call god, . chronicle small beer and suckle, . contest for forms of government, . ever since the conquest, . flattery 's the food of, . for arguments use wagers, . in all tongues are called, . in idle wishes, . like you, we thrive on, . little wise are the best, . make a mock at sin, . men may live, . never-failing vice of, . of nature, . old doting, . old men know young men are, . only good for, . paradise of, , . print it and shame the, . profit less by wise men, . rush in where angels fear to tread, . should be so deep-contemplative, . since the conquest have been, . supinely stay, . that crowd thee so, . these mortals be, what, . they cannot die, . thinks better of a gilded, . to be wise among, . what gift to, avails, . who came to scoff, . who roam, they are, . wise men avoid the fault of, . with the time, thus we play the, . words are the money of, . young men think old men, . fooled with hope, . foolery, a little, governs the world, . that wise men have, . walks about the orb, . foolish rheum, how now, . thing, never says a, . things to confound the wise, . whistling of a name, . foolishness will not depart, . foot and hand go cold, . before, the better, . chancellor's, . for foot hand for hand, . great shoe for a little, . has music in 't, his very, . horse and, rise up when i stamp, . in the grave, one, , . is on my native heath, my, . more light, step more true, . no rest for the sole of her, . of a conqueror, lie at the proud, . of time, noiseless, , . one, in sea and one on shore, , . one, in the grave, . so light a, . sole of our, , . to the sole of his, . upon a worm, needlessly sets, . footprints on the sands of time, . footsteps he hath turned home, . in the sea, . of a throne, . willing, meeting here, . footstool, the earth my, . fop, the solemn, . forbearance ceases to be a virtue, . forbid, god, . it almighty god, . forbidden tree, fruit of that, . forbids to crave, my mind, . force abated, nor his natural, . and road of casualty, . knowledge more than equivalent to, . more by art than, . of nature, . of temporal power, . shall have spent its novel, . who overcomes by, . forces, opposing and enduring, . forced by fate, . from their homes, . forcible are right words, . feeble, . forcibly if we must, . fordoes me quite, makes me or, . forefathers had no other books, . of the hamlet, . think of your, . forefinger of all time, . of an alderman, . foregone conclusion, . forehead lowers, instantly your, . of the morning sky, . of the skies, . the godlike, . foreheads villanous low, . foreign aid of ornament, . hands, by, . foreknowledge absolute, . will and fate, . forelock, from his parted, . time by the, . foremost fighting fell, . files of time, . man of all this world, . foresaw, sees what he, . forespent night of sorrow, . forest by slow stream, . flowers of the, . met a fool in the, . primeval, this is the, . forests are rended, when, . foresters, diana's, . forever and a day, . and forever farewell, . dear forever kind, . death and that vast, . fallen, arise or be, . fare thee well, . fortune wilt thou prove, . his time is, . honoured, forever mourned, . known, to be, . now and, . singing as they shine, . still forever, . thou art gone and, . yesterday and to-day and, . forfeit, all the souls that were, were, . fair renown, . forgave the offence, . forget all time, with thee, . and forgive, . at times with advantage, . can this fond heart, . expedient sometimes to, . me, go, . men's names, . my sovereign, when i, . never never can, . taught me at last to, thee, . the human race, that i might, . thee o jerusalem, . thyself to marble, . forgetful, be not, to entertain strangers, . forgetfulness, not in entire, . prey to dumb, . steep my senses in, . sweets of, . forget-me-nots of the angels, . forgets, the truly loved never, . forgetting, a sleep and a, . the world, . forgive, divine to, . forget and, . our enemies, . our friends, . the crime, . forgiveness, awkwardness has no, . is better than revenge, . to the injured, . forgot, and all the rest, . as soon as shed, . by the world, . for which he toiled, . proposed as things, . should auld acquaintance be, . thou art not, . when by thy side, . forgotten dream, hunt for a, . dreams, glimpses of, . even by god, . nothing and learned nothing, . nothing new except what is, . the inside of a church, . the names of their founders, . forked mountain, . radish, like a, . forks, fingers made before, . forlorn hope, . form and fear, mother of, . and feature, outward, . and moving, admirable in, . cliff that lifts its awful, . combination and a, . divine, the human, . doth take, the bodie, . finer, or lovelier face, . glass of fashion and mould of, . had yet not lost, . of life and light, . of manliest beauty, . soft metal flowered to human, . soul is, . spoiled the, . teemed with human, . forms of ancient poets, . of government, fools contest for, . of hairs or straws or dirt, . of things unknown, . that once have been, . unseen their dirge is sung, by, . vents in mangled, . formed by thy converse, . former times shake hands, . forrest, flowres that grew in, . forsake me, do not, . not an old friend, . forsaken, not seen the righteous, . when he is, . forsworn, that so sweetly were, . forted residence, . forth on, bold and, . fortress built by nature, . mighty, is our god, . my refuge and my, . fortuitous circumstances, . concourse of atoms, . occurrence, . fortune and to fame unknown, . architect of his own, . carves out his own, . crested, . diligence mother of good, . easy to get a favour from, . favours and blessings of, . flatters, when, . forever, wilt thou prove, . gives us birth, . hath divers ways, . hostages to, . i care not, . is blind, though, . is like glass, . is on our side, when, . is unstable, . leads on to, . leaves some door open, . means to men most good, . method of making a, . most dejected thing of, . mould of a man's, . not easy to keep a favour from, . not satisfied with one calamity, . not with the faint-hearted, . out of suits with, . railed on lady, . reigns in gifts of the world, . slings and arrows of outrageous, . to prey at, . tugged with, . vicissitudes of, . well-favoured man is the gift of, . wishes to destroy, whom, . fortunes battles sieges, . before you, than, . carry cæsar and his, . lest it may mar your, . lives and sacred honour, . manners turn with, . my pride fell with my, . parcel of their, . ready to try our, . virtues to sustain good, . fortune's buffets and rewards, . cap, button on, . champion, thou, . cup, the dregs of, . finger, pipe for, . ice prefers to virtue's land, . power, not now in, . sharpe adversite, . forty days and forty nights, . fat fair and, . feeding like one, . fool at, is a fool indeed, . knows it at, . minutes about the earth, in, . parson power, . pounds a year, rich at, . stripes save one, . years old, . forward and frolic glee, . as occasion offers, . not permanent, . foster-child of silence, . fou for weeks thegither, . fought a good fight, . a long hour, . all his battles o'er again, . and bled in freedom's cause, . his last battle, he has, . the better fight, . upon the clouds, . foul as vulcan's stithy, . deeds will rise, . is fair fair is foul, . foules maken melodie, . found, best gift my latest, . make a note of, when, . myself famous, . only on the stage, . out a gift for my fair, . founded upon a rock, . founders, the pyramids have forgotten the names of their, . of civilization, . found'st me poor at first, . fount of joy's delicious springs, . fountain by a forest side, . heads, pathless groves, . hither as to their, . in the desert springing, . knowledge is the only, . like the bubble on the, . of human liberty, . of sweet tears, a heart the, . of the nile, show me the, . pitcher broken at the, . stream and sea, at once, . troubled, is like a, . fountains, afric's sunny, . large streams from little, . fountain's murmuring wave, . silvery column, . four-in-hand, the fiery, . four rogues in buckram, . fourscore years, wind him up with, . four-square to all the winds, . fourteen hundred years ago, . foutre for the world, . fowl, opinion concerning wild, . tame villatic, . fox when he had lost his tail, . foxes have holes, . that spoil the vines, . fox's skin, lion's skin pieced with the, . fragments, gather up the, . of a once glorious union, . fragrance after showers, . plants while they grow bestow no, . smells to heaven, . fragrant, most, when crushed, . posies, thousand, . the fertile earth, . frail a thing is man, so, . i am, how, . frailties from their dread abode, . frailty, from the organ-pipe of, . of a man, . thy name is woman, . frame, a shining, . of man, goodly, . of nature, the whole, . quit this mortal, . rapture-smitten, . this goodly, the earth, . this universal, . whatever stirs this mortal, . framed in prodigality of nature, . strange fellows, nature hath, . to make women false, . france and england, best thing between, . king of, went up the hill, . nothing is changed in, . order this better in, . the world or, or england, . threatening, . ye sons of, . frank haughty rash, . frankincense, lumps of, . frantic, the lover all as, . fraud, notoriously base, . frauds and holy shifts, . fraught with all learning, . swell bosom with thy, . fray, beginning of a, . eager for the, . latter end of a, . frayd, more, then hurt, . freakish youth, . free and fetterless thing, . as air, love, . as nature first made man, . battle for the, . both open and both, . great glorious and, . land of the, , . nature's grace, . soil free men free speech, . spirit of mankind, . struggling to be, . to fall, though, . trade is not a principle, . trade the greatest blessing, . truth shall make you, . we must be, or die, . who would be, must strike, . whom the truth makes, . will fixed fate, . freedom, bastard, . bounds of, wider yet, . fail, what avail if, . fetter the step of, . from her mountain height, . has a thousand charms, . idea of, . in my love, if i have, . in that, bold, . is its child, . leaning on her spear, . new birth of, . of religion of the press, . only deals the blow, for, . ring from mountain-side, let, . shall awhile repair, . shrieked as kosciusko fell, . to the free, . to the slave, . to worship god, . where wealth and, reign, . whose service is perfect, . yet thy banner torn, . freedom's banner, streaming, . battle once begun, . cause, fought and bled in, . hallowed shade, . holy flame, . shield, each heart is, . soil beneath our feet, . free-livers on a small scale, . freeman with unpurchased hand, . whom the truth makes free, . without education, . freeman's will, executes a, . freemen, corrupted, . we will die, . who rules o'er, . freeze thy young blood, . french have empire of the land, . wiser than they seem, . frenche she spake ful fayre, . of paris was to hire unknowe, . frenchman i praise the, . must be always talking, a, . the brilliant, . only one more, . frenchman's darling, . frenchmen, three, on one pair of english legs, . frenzy, poet's eye in a fine, . frenzy's fevered blood, . fresh as a bridegroom, . gales and gentle airs, . woods and pastures new, . freshly ran he on, . freshness fills the air, a dewy, . of its youth, learning in the, . fret a passage, . thy soul with crosses, . fretful porpentine, . stir unprofitable, . frets his hour upon the stage, . fretted the pygmy body, . vault the long-drawn aisle, . with golden fire, . friars and eremites, . hooded clouds like, . frie in his own grese, . friend after friend departs, . as you choose a, . barren metal of his, . better one, of great value, . countenance of his, . death of a dear, . defend your departed, . equal to a brother, . faithful the wounds of a, . favourite has no, . forsake not an old, . gained from heaven a, . guide philosopher and, . handsome house to lodge a, . in deed, . in his soul, a, . in life a, . in my retreat, . in need, . indeed to pardon or to bear it, . is another i, . is another self, . is one soul in two bodies, . loan oft loses itself and, . men esteem a real, . mine own familiar, . my father and my, . need be very much his, . new, as new wine, . no, no brother there, . of every friendless name, . of my better days, . of pleasure wisdom's aid, . of woe, sleep the, . one that hath no, . praise from a, . received with thumps, . religious book or, . save me from the candid, . should bear friend's infirmities, . sticketh closer than a brother, . the masterpiece of nature, . thou art not my, . to close his eyes, not a, . to her virtues be a, . to human race, . to my life, . to public amusements, . to roderick, art thou a, . to truth, statesman yet, . tolling a departing, . treat your, as if he might become an enemy, . who hath not lost a, . who lost no, . world is not thy, . friends, adversity of our best, . and foes, to comfort, . are exultations agonies, thy, . at home, make, . by hunger and request of, . call you that backing of your, . dear five hundred, . decent boldness ever meets with, . defend me from my, . depart and memory takes them, . eat and drink as, . enter on my list of, . fallyng out of faithfull, . had been in youth, . he cast off his, . he who has a thousand, . house of my, . how we should behave to, . i 've met many, . is without three good, . lay down his life for his, . like summer, . man that hath, . my never-failing, . nature teaches beasts to know their, . of humblest, scorn not one, . of my youth where are they, . old, are best, . old times old, . old, to trust, . out of sight we lose, . poor make no new, . princes find few real, . property of, is common, , . prosperity makes, . remember absent, . romans countrymen, . separateth very, . thou hast grapple to thy soul, . thousand, sufficeth not, . three firm, more sure than day, . to congratulate their, . troops of, . we have been, together, . were poor but honest, . you and i were long, . friend's departing feet, . infirmities, bear his, . friendless name, friend of every, . friendliest to sleep, hour, . friendly, must show himself, . friendship but a name, . cement of the soul, . constant save in love, . distance sometimes endears, . elegance of female, . exchange of good offices, . is a sheltering tree, . is love without his wings, . love and liberty, . love like, steady, . might divide, joy but, . no cold medium knows, . retirement rural quiet, . sounds too cold, . sudden, springs from wine, . swear an eternal, , . take a breed for barren metal, . that like love is warm, . with all nations, . friendship's laws, . name, speak to thee in, . frieth in her own grease, . frieze buttress nor coign of vantage, . frighted swears a prayer or two, . frightful fiend behind him, . frights the isle, . fringed curtains of thine eye, . with fire, . fringing the dusty road, . frisk away like schoolboys, . frisked beneath the burden, . frivolous work of idleness, . frog, eye of newt toe of, . thus use your, . frogs, boys throw stones at, . wise as the, . frolic and the gentle lamb, the, . frolics, youth of, . from all who dwell below the skies, . front, deep on his, . his fair large, . me no fronts, . of battle lour, see the, . of jove himself, . of march, in the, . of my offending, . of this small floor, . smoothed his wrinkled, . fronts bore stars, their restless, . frore, parching air burns, . frost a killing frost, . curdled by the, . death's untimely, . fixed as in a, . flowers that skirt the eternal, . itself as actively doth burn, . frosts, encroaching, . frosty but kindly, . caucasus, thinking on the, . day, thunder in a, . frown at pleasure, . hell grew darker at their, . trembled with fear at your, . yesterday's sneer and, . frowns, her very, are fairer, . on me, selfsame heaven that, . frowning providence, . frozen at its marvellous source, . by distance, . music, architecture is, . frugal mind, she had a, . swain, . fruit fell like autumn, . from such a seed, . keep clean be as, . let it blossom then bear, . of cultivation, gratitude the, . of sense is rarely found, . of that forbidden tree, . ripest, first falls, . that can fall without shaking, . that mellowed long, . thou drop like ripe, . to me, thy seasons bring, . tree is known by his, . weakest kind of, . which i bore was the sun, . would spring, from such a seed, i should have known what, . fruits are pleasant, . by their, ye shall know them, . kindly, of the earth, . no, no flowers no leaves, . of love are gone, . fruitful mind, . of golden deeds, . fruitless crown on my head, . labours mourn, our, . fruit-tree tops, . frustrate of his hope, . fry, other fish to, , . frying-pan into the fire, , . fuel of magnificence, . to the flame, adding, . fugitive and cloistered virtue, . false, to thy punishment, . ful wel she sange the service devine, . fulfilling of the law, . full age, to thy grave in a, . assurance given by lookes, . fathom five thy father lies, . fayre sight, . heart reveal, . little knowest thou, . man, reading maketh a, . many a flower, . many a gem, . of dead men's bones, . of good intentions, . of goodly prospect, . of good works, . of honour and years, . of life, more, . of quarrels as an egg of meat, . of sound and fury, . of spirit as the month of may, . of strange oaths, . of sweet days, and roses, . of wise saws, . resounding line, . royally he rode, . serenely, . tide of successful experiment, . well the busy whisper, . well they laughed, . without o'erflowing, . full-blown poppies, as, . rose, like a, . full-hot horse, anger like a, . full-orbed glory, in, . fulmined over greece, . fulness of perfection, . fun grew fast and furious, . you think he 's all, . function, as to a holy, . funeral baked meats, . marches to the grave, . mirth in, dirge in marriage, . note, not a, . tapers, sad, . funny as i can, to write as, . fur, doctors of the stoic, . fly, make the, . furies, fierce as ten, . harpy-footed, . furious and temperate, . furlongs of sea, a thousand, . furnace, heat not a, for your foe, . lover sighing like, . furnish, all we ought to ask, . furor fit læsa sæpius patientia, . furred gowns, robes and, . furrows in my face, no odious, . time's, . further and fared worse, . fury, filled with, . full of sound and, . in your words, . like a woman scorned, . make use of me for the, . of a patient man, beware, the, . of a disappointed woman, . why flash those sparks of, . with the abhorred shears, . withstood the winter's, . fust in us unused, . fustian flag, freedom waves her, . is so sublimely bad, . future days, flight of, . favours, sense of, . is yet unseen the past is gone, . judged by the past, , . prophets of the, . retrospection to the, . security for the, . sure, the, . trust no, howe'er pleasant, . yawning void of the, . futurity casts, shadows which, . gaberdine, jewish, . gadding vine, the, . gadire or javan, bound for, . gaffer grey, . gain, better incur loss than make, . every way my, . his private ends, . man's loss from his, . not base gains, . of a few, . of man, the steady, . of our best glory, . or lose it all, . set down as so much, . the timely in, to, . the whole world, . to die is, . turns his necessity to, . unbribed by, . unvexed with all the cares of, . gains base, the same as losses, . counts his sure, . nothing risks nothing, . gained from heaven a friend, . my experience, . gait, and every motion, . laxer in their, . when his veering, . gaiters, lax in their, . galaxy that milky way, . gale, catch the driving, . down he bears before the, . note that swells the, . partake the, . passion is the, . sail with gentle, . scents the evening, . so sinks the, . the lightning and the, . wafted by thy gentle, . gales and gentle airs, . that from ye blow, i feel the, . galilean lake, pilot of the, . galileo with his woes, . gall enough in thy ink, . galls his kibe, . the infants of the spring, . gallant fisher's life, . gay lothario, . gallantry, conscience with, . galled jade wince, let the, . gallery critics, . galley, what the devil did he want in that, . galligaskins long withstood, . gallop of verses, . gallops, time, . gallows, thief to the, . gallows-tree, under the, . gamaliel, feet of, . gambol from, which madness would, . gambols, where be your, . game is up, . little pleasure of the, . of goose royal, . rigour of the, . war is a, . was empires, whose, . gamester and poet, . gang a kennin' wrang, . aft a-gley, . ganymede, the matchless, . gaping age, mirror to a, . mouth and stupid eyes, . garden and greenhouse too, . bird-cage in a, . come into the, maud, . god first planted a, . in her looks, . god the first, made, . in her face, there is a, . noblemen of the, . of cucumbers, lodge in a, . of girls, the rosebud, . of liberty's tree, . was a wild, the, . we turn a cow out of a, . gardens trim, that in, . garden's end, river at my, . gardener, the grand old, . gardeners, no ancient gentlemen but, . garish eye, day's, . sun, worship to the, . garland and singing robes, . green willow is my, . immortal, is to be run for, . of the war is withered, . to the sweetest maid, . garlands dead, whose, . would grace a summer's queen, . garment of praise, . out of fashion, . garments, stuffs out his vacant, . garmented in light, . garners be full of fruit, . garnish, eye of heaven to, . garret, born in the, , . jewels into a, . living in a, . garrick is a salad, our, . gars auld claes, . me greet, it, . garter, familiar as his, . mine host of the, . garters gold amuse, . garth did not write his own dispensary, . gashed with honourable scars, . gate, lark at heaven's, . of eden, peri at the, . strait is the, . suspicion sleeps at wisdom's, . what boots it at one, . wide is the, . gates ever-during, her, . of heaven, to the, . of hell, detests him as the, . of light, unbarred the, . of mercy shut, . she claps her wings at heaven's, . gath, tell it not in, . gather up the fragments, . ye rosebuds while ye may, . gathers no moss, rolling stone, , . gathered every vice, . gatherer and disposer, . gathering her brows, . gaudy, neat not, . rich not, . gaul, to greece to, . gaunt, old john of, . gauntlet with a gift in 't, . gave his father grief, . to misery all he had, . what we, we have, . gay and festive scenes, . and ornate, . cities, far from, . from grave to, . gilded scenes, . grandsire, . hope is theirs, . innocent as, . lothario, haughty gallant, . rhetoric, dear wit and, . would not if i could be, . gayety of nations, eclipsed the, . gayly the troubadour, . gaze and show of the time, . thou art gone from my, . with all the town, . gazed, and still they, . gazelle, nursed a dear, . gazing rustics, amazed the, . gebir, wicked spells of, . geese are swans, all our, . gem instinct with music, . of purest ray serene, . of the old rock, . of the sea, first, . upon her zone, the best, . gems, eyes reflecting, . of heaven, . of samarcand, all the, . rich and rare were the, . the starry girdle of the year, . general, good captain lost in an ill, . 't was caviare to the, . generalities, glittering, . generation, men from a former, . passeth away, . generations, enmity of twenty, . honoured in their, . the cross leads, on, . generous and free, . friendship, . genial current of the soul, . morn appears, when, . genius and mortal instruments, . bane of all, . commands thee, . goes and folly stays, . no, without a tincture of madness, . one, fit one science, . parting, is with sighing sent, . patience an ingredient of, . proof of, . the substitute for, . which can perish, all of, . work of, . genteel in personage, . thing, the, . gentil dedes, to do the, . herte, priketh every, . knight, a veray parfit, . that doth gentil dedis, . gentility, cottage of, . gentilman, jafeth, . jhesus, . take him for the gretest, . gentle airs, fresh gales and, . and low her voice, . beast, very, . blood, signe to know the, . craft, . deeds, to do the, . dulness ever loves a joke, . earth, lie lightly, . his life was, . knight, a very perfect, . lights without a name, . limbs did she undress, her, . peace, carry, . rain from heaven, . shepherd tell me where, . sleep nature's soft nurse, . spring, come, . though retired, . yet not dull, . gentle-hearted charles, my, . gentleman and scholar, . first true, that ever breathed, . grand old name of, . is not in your books, . no ancient, but gardeners, . nomination of this, . now be thing the, . prince of darkness is a, , . since i was a, . so stout a, . who was then the, . gentlemen, cooks are, . god almighty's, . mob of, . of england, . of the french guards, . of the shade, . the seamen were not, . three, at once, . two single, rolled in one, . were not seamen, . who wrote with ease, . gently as a sucking dove, . do my spiriting, . on him, his faults lie, . scan your brother man, . speak, 't is a little thing, . time has touched me, . touch us, time, . upon my heart, . genuine and less guilty wealth, . geographers in afric maps, . in their maps, . geography, despite of, . geometric scale, . geometry, royal path to, . george, if his name be, . that swinged the dragon, . the third was king, when, . german to the matter, . germans have the empire of the air, . gestic lore, skilled in, . gesture, dignity in every, . get a man's own, to, . money still get money, . out of my house, . place and wealth, . thee behind me satan, . thee to a nunnery, . understanding, . gets him to rest, . getting and spending, . up not so easy as lying, . ghastly smile, death grinned a, . ghost besprent with april dew, . like an ill-used, . of him, i 'll make a, . scipio's, walks unavenged, . stubborn, unlaid, . the hollow, . there needs no, . vex not his, o let him pass, . what beckoning, . ghosts of defunct bodies, . shoals of visionary, . true love is like, . giant branches tossed, . dies, pang as great as when a, . dies, fling but a stone the, . mass, baby figure of the, . on the shoulders of a, , , . the western, . tyrannous to use it like a, . giants in the earth, . giant's strength, excellent to have a, . unchained strength, . giant-dwarf dan cupid, . gibber, squeak and, . gibbets keep in awe, . unloaded all the, . gibes, where be your, . giddy and unfirm, our fancies are more, . and unseen, . paced times, . gift for my fair, found out a, . heaven's last best, . horse in the mouth, , , . is as a precious stone, . of beauty, the fatal, . of fortune, well-favoured man is a, . of heaven, good sense the, . of heaven, moderation the, . of noble origin, . of poesy, heavenly, . that no philosophy can lift, . to fools avail, what, . to know it, they have the, . which god has given, . gifts and dispensations, . death craves not only, . of a bad man, . of the world, . rich, wax poor, . seven hundred pounds is good, . that took all eyes, . giftie gie us, . gild refined gold paint the lily, . the vernal morn, . gilded fool, thinks better of a, . gilead, balm in, . gill shall dance, . gilpin long live he, . gilt, dust that is a little, . o'er-dusted, more laud than, . gineral c. is a dreffle smart man, . ginger shall be hot in the mouth, . gingerly, as, . girdeth on his harness, . girdle of the year, starry, . round about the earth, . round about the world, . girl, then spoke i to my, . unschooled unpractised, . girls, be courted in your, . between two, . golden lads and, . that are so smart, of all the, . rosebud garden of, . un-idea'd, . girl-graduates, sweet, . girt with golden wings, . give a cup of water, to, . ample room and verge enough, . an inch he 'll take an ell, . every man thy ear, . give, crying, . him a little earth for charity, . his little senate laws, , . it an understanding, . me a cigar, . me a look give me a face, . me again my hollow tree, . me another horse, . me back my heart, . me liberty or death, . me my childhood again, . me the ocular proof, . me that man, . me what this riband bound, . more blessed to, . me neither poverty nor riches, . sorrow words, . the devil his due, . the world the lie, . thee all i can no more, . thee sixpence, i, . thy thoughts no tongue, . to get esteem, they, . what thou canst, . gives, blesseth him that, . much receives but nothing, . not till judgment guide, . the nod, . what he has, he, . given, to him that hath shall be, . them the slip, . to hospitality, . unsought is better, love, . you, ask and it shall be, . givers prove unkind, . giveth his beloved sleep, . giving, godlike in, . thy sum of more, . glad diviner's theme, . father, wise son maketh a, . he thanks god, . me with its soft black eye, . of yore, we have been, . the heart of man maketh, . waters of the dark blue sea, . would lay me down, . glade, points to yonder, . gladiator, i see before me the, . gladlier grew, . gladly to the badder end, . wolde he lerne, . would i meet mortality, . gladness, hospitality sitting with, . of heart, . shared each other's, . youthful poets begin in, . gladsome light of jurisprudence, . glance from heaven to earth, . of the mind, how fleet is a, . their many-twinkling feet, . glancing of an eye, upward, . glare, maidens caught by, . of false science, . glass darkly, see through a, . dome of many-coloured, . excuse for the, she 'll prove, . he was indeed the, . is good and a lass is good, . of fashion and mould of form, . of liquid fire, . she made mouths in a, . thou art thy mother's, . turn down an empty, . wherein the noble youth, . glasses, fill all the, . itself in tempests, . shakespeare and musical, . stand to your, steady, . glassy essence, his, . gleam of time, life a, . gleams purpureal, . gleamed upon my sight, first she, . gleaming taper's light, . gleaning of the grapes of ephraim, . glee, filled one home with, . forward and frolic, . laughed with counterfeited, . so many and such, . glib and oily art, i want that, . glide through a quiet dream, . glides the bonnie boat, . the smooth current, . glimmer on my mind, to, . glimmering and decays, . square, slowly grows a, . tapers to the sun, . through the dream of things, . glimpse divine, is left, nor, . gives but a, . of happiness, . glimpses of forgotten dreams, . of the moon, . that would make me less forlorn, . glisteneth, all is not gold that, . glistering grief, perked up in, . with dew, . glisters, all that, is not gold, . glittering eye, with his, . generalities, . in golden coats like images, . like the morning star, . globe, all that tread the, . annual visit o'er the, . in this distracted, . itself shall dissolve, . twirls the spotty, . gloom, chase my, away, . counterfeit a, . of earthquake, . gloomy and peculiar, . as night he stands, . glorie, thin be the, . glories in the dust shall lay, . like glow-worms, . of our blood and state, . past, all their, . glorified candy, . glorify, a god to, . what else is damned, . glorious and free, . by all that 's good and, . by my pen, . by my sword, . in arms, . in a pipe, tobacco, . morning, full many a, . song of old, that, . summer, . tam was, . uncertainty of the law, . war, circumstance of, . works, these are thy, . gloriously drunk, . glory, air of, walking in an, . and good of art, . and peace, he died in, . and shame of the universe, . and the dream, . but his country's good, no, . desire of, . dies not, the, . do not seek, . excess of, obscured, . first in place first in, . from defect arise, so may a, . from his gray hairs gone, . full meridian of my, . full-orbed, . go where, waits thee, . guards with solemn round, . hoary head is a crown of, . honour praise and, . in a sea of, . is in their shame, whose, . jest and riddle of the world, . leads the way, . left him alone with his, . no path of flowers lead to, . no sound can awake him to, . not hate but, . nothing so expensive as, . of a capacious mind, . of a creditor, . of an april day, the uncertain, . of god, heavens declare the, . of the creator, . of the times, were the, . of this world, vain pomp and, . one shame and one, . or the grave, rush to, . passed from the earth, . path of duty the way to, . paths of, lead to the grave, . peep into, . pursue, and generous shame, . rome in the height of her, . set the stars of, . share the, the many's eyes, . shows the way, . sons of france, awake to, . that was greece, . this gain of our best, . to god in the highest, . track the steps of, . trailing clouds of, . trod the ways of, . vain pomp and, . visions of, . waits ye, this goin' ware, . who pants for, . who walked in, . glory's lap, low they lie in, . morning gate, . page, rank thee upon, . thrill is o'er, . gloss of art, than all the, . glove, hand and, . o that i were a, . glow, my heart has learned to, . glowered amazed and curious, . glows in every heart, . in the stars, . with one resentment, . glow-worm lend thee her eyes, . shows the matin to be near, . glow-worms, glories like, . glozed the tempter, . gluttony, swinish, . gnat, strain at a, . go ahead, be sure you are right then, . and do thou likewise, . boldly forth my simple lay, . call a coach, . call it madness, . down to the sea in ships, . forget me, . forth under the open sky, . his halves, i 'll, . little booke, . lovely rose, . no more a-roving, . on forever, but i, . poor devil get thee gone, . shall i bid her, . soul the body's guest, . that the devil drives, . to grass, . to the ant thou sluggard, . we know not where, . where glory waits thee, . whither thou goest i will, . with fainting steps they, . goads, words of the wise as, . goal, do not turn back just at the, , . of ill, final, . the grave is not its, . ye win, till the, . goats upon the left hand, . goblet, parcel-gilt, . goblin damned, . god a necessary being, . a zeal of, . above or man below, . all mercy is a god unjust, . almighty first planted a garden, . almighty's gentlemen, . alone was to be seen in heaven, . an animal immortal, . an atheist half believes a, . an attribute to, . and mammon, cannot serve, . and nature with actors fill, . and your native land, . answers sudden on some prayers, . as lightning does the will of, . assumes the, . attribute to, . at all, who think not, . awe-inspiring, . be for us, if, . beginning mean and end, . bless no harm in blessing, . bless the king, . bless us all, . bosom of his, . bosom of, the seat of the law, . builds a church to, . built a church to, . called mind fate and jupiter, . calm on the bosom of thy, . conscious water saw its, . could hardly love and be wise, a, . could have made a better berry, . dear to, and famous to all ages, . declare the glory of, . devote ourselves to, . disposes, man proposes but, . door-keeper in the house of my, . dreadful as the manichean, . due reverence to, . erects a house of prayer, wherever, . eternal years of, . every, did seem to set his seal, . excellent angler now with, . farthest from, . fast by the oracle of, . favours the heaviest battalions, . fear of, before their eyes, . feared, and eschewed evil, . first planted a garden, . follows nature up to nature's, . fools call nature what i call, . forbid, . freedom to worship, . from thee we spring, great, . from whom all blessings flow, . fulfils himself in many ways, . further from, . gave the increase, . give each moment to, . gives us love, . gives virtue to every man, . gives wind by measure, . glad that he thanks, . grace of, to man, . had i but served my, . has given you one face, . has not the figure of man, . has sifted three kingdoms, . hath a temple, where, . hath joined together, . hath made man upright, . hath made them so, . hath made this world so fair, . heavens declare the glory of, . help thyself and, will help thee, . helps them that help themselves, . helps those who help themselves, . her fathers', before her, . himself scarce seemed to be, . i want to be forgotten by, . image of, in ebony, . in apprehension how like a, . in clouds, sees, . in his works and word, . in the bush with, may meet, . is god, since, . is in his heaven, . is love, . is near, none but, . is our refuge, . is our trust, in, . is the creator of the universe, . is the perfect poet, . is unity, . just are the ways of, . justify the ways of, . let us worship, . living as if there were no, . made all the creatures, . made him let him pass, . made the country, . majesty of, revere, . marble leapt to life a, . may be had for the asking, . mighty fortress is our, . mills of, grind slowly, . moves in a mysterious way, . my father and my friend, . nature is the art of, , . necessary to invent, . never dooms to waste, . never sends the mouth, . no, dare wrong a worm, . noblest work of, , . obedience to, . of my idolatry, . of sea, the stern, . of storms, give her to the, . on our side, . on the side of the heaviest battalions, . one law one element one, . one of those that will not serve, . one that feared, . one that would circumvent, . only, he for, . or devil, every man was, . our mind is, . pan the awe-inspiring, . passed the days with, . powers ordained of, . put your trust in, . reason and the will of, . revere the majesty of, . round fat oily man of, . sanction of the, . save the king, . scourge of, . security of a, . send thee good ale enough, . sendeth and giveth, . sends a cheerful hour, . sends his hail, unless, . sends meat, . servant of, well done, . service ranks the same with, . shall raise me up, . sifted a whole nation, . so near to man is, . spirit shall return unto, . stern daughter of the voice of, . sunflower turns on her, . takes a text, . temple built to, . tempers the wind, . the father god the son, . the first garden made, . the soul, . the spirit three in one, . the varied, are but the, . through darkness up to, . thy god my, . to glorify, a, . to ruin designed, . to scan, presume not, . to take in, . up to nature's, , . vindicate the ways of, . waited six thousand years, . what shall i render to my, . who builds a church to, . who gave us life, . who is our home, . whose, is their belly, . will help thee, . wrote the bill, as if, . zeal of, . gods and men, dear to, . angels would be, . approve the depth, . are just, the, . arrive when half-gods go, . aspiring to be, . bestow what man gives, . daughter of the, . detest my baseness, the, . dish fit for the, . fast doth diet oft with, . had made thee poetical, . how he will talk, . in the names of all the, . it doth amaze me, . kings it makes, . land of lost, . love, whom the, . of the place, worship the, . provide thee, the good the, . sacred to, is misery, . see everywhere, the, . temples of his, . themselves throw incense, . utterance of the early, . voice of all the, . god's blessing, out of, , . earthly power show likest, . first temples, the groves were, . goodness flowed around, . image, man, . justice tardy, . mill grinds slow, . nature's good and, . own hand, writ by, . patience, abusing of, . providence seeming estranged, . side, one is a majority on, . skirts, caught at, . sons are things, . thy country's, and truth's, . goddess, like a thrifty, . night sable, . roves, where'er the, . she moves a, . shone before, the, . sing, heavenly, . write about it and about it, . godfathers of heaven's lights, . god-given strength, . godlike forehead, the, . in giving, . is it all sin to leave, . reason, capability and, . godliness, cheerful, . cleanliness next to, . goes against my stomach, . honest as the world, . to bed sober, . to the wall, weakest, . goeth a-borrowing, . goethe's sage mind, . goin' ware glory waits ye, this, . going guest, speed the, . home, i am, . looketh well to his, . the way of all flesh, . the way of all the earth, . upon the order of your, . gold, age of, . all bocara's vaunted, . all is not, that glisteneth, . all that glisters is not, , . almighty, , . and silver not the only coin, . apples of, . as a jewel of, . barbaric pearl and, . beauty provoketh thieves sooner than, . black with tarnished, . bright and yellow, . clad in blue and, . clasps, book in, . despise, what female can, . fire the test of, . gild refined, paint the lily, . gleaming in purple and, . gold gold gold, . harmless, . he loved, in special, . in cofre, but little, . in phisike is a cordial, . in the realms of, . into a shower of, . laburnums dropping, . life not bought with, . maiden true betrayed for, . narrowing lust of, . ne is no, as i have herd, . patines of bright, . road whose dust is, . saint-seducing, . servile opportunity to, . that shineth as the, . the rocks pure, . thrice their weight in, . thumb of, had a, . trodden, . turning opportunity to, . wedges of, . weighs truth with, . whose crying is a cry for, . whose dust is, . golden axe, with a, . bowl be broken, . deeds, fruitful of, . exhalations of the dawn, . keys, clutch the, . lads and girls, . lamps in a green night, . locks, his, . mean, , . numbers, add to, . opes the iron shuts amain, . opinions, i have bought, . prime of haroun alraschid, . shores, to these, . silence is, . sorrow, wear a, . story, locks in the, . urns draw light, . window of the east, . wings, angel girt with, . goldsmith foolish without a pen, . here lies nolly, . wrote better than any man, . gondola, you have swam in a, . gone and done it, having, . and forever, thou art, . and past help, what 's, . before, not dead but, . before, not lost but, . further and fared worse, . now thou art, . good, all things work together for, . americans when they die, . and bad angel, . and great, proclaim him, . and glorious, by all that 's, . and ill together, . and the bad, two nations, . apprehension of the, . are better made by ill, . as a feast, enough is, , . as a play, . as she was fair, she was, . at a fight, . at sudden commendations, . beginning good end, . beneath the, how far, . be out of the world, as, . bodes me no, . books however, . bye proud world, . by stealth, do, . cannot come to, . cheer, play and make, . clever men are, . company and good discourse, . company in a journey, . conscience, . deed in a naughty world, . deed, kind of, to say well, . die first, the, . diffused may more abundant grow, . digestion wait on appetite, . disinterested is not our trade, . embryo, . evil be thou my, . faire is by nature, . familiar creature, wine is a, . fellows, king of, . fellows together, we 're all, . fellowship in thee, . few know their own, . for a bootless bene, what is, . for our country's, . for sore eyes, . for us to be here, . fortune, diligence mother of, . fortune means to men most, . from seeming evil educing, . glow for others', , . gods! how he will talk, . gray head, oh, . great man, . hand that made you fair made you, . hater, he was a, . he scorned stalked off, the, . hold fast that which is, . hold thou the, . ill wind blows no man to, . ill wind turns none to, . in everything, . interred with their bones, . is a good doctor, . just and honest, . kill a man as a good book, . know what were, to do, . love sought is, . luck would have it, . luxury of doing, , , . makes his promise, . man never dies, the, . man prolongs his life, . man yields his breath, . man's feast, sat at a, . man's life, best portion of, . man's love, thank heaven for a, . man's sin, . man's smile, . means my son be, . means of evil out of, . men and true, are you, . men must associate, . moral evil and of, . morning, bid me, . mouth-filling oath, . my stomach is not, . name better than precious ointment, . name in man and woman, . name is rather to be chosen, . never shall be one lost, . news baits, . news from a far country, . night and joy be wi' you, . night, my native land, . night, say not, . night till it be morrow, . night, to each a fair, . no glory but his country's, . noble to be, 't is, . nor aught so, . not, that man should live alone, . not too bright or, . nothing, or bad, . of my country, . of themselves, hearkners seldom hear, . oft interred with their bones, . old age, in a, . old cause, beauty of the, . old-fashioned but choicely, . old-gentlemanly vice, . old man he will be talking, . old rule, the, . opinion of the law, . or evil side, . or evil times, . or ill of man, . orators when they are out, . overcome evil with, . parent of, . part, hath chosen that, . partial evil universal, . people all with one accord, . pleasure ease content, . repay evil for his, . report and evil report, . repressing ill crowning, . sense the gift of heaven, . set terms, . sir i owe you one, . some fleeting, . some said it might do, . some special, . sword rust, . that call evil, . that i would i do not, . the gods provide thee, take the, . the law is, . the more communicated, . there dwelt all 's that, . thing, too much of a, . thing out of nazareth, . things will strive to dwell, . time coming, there 's a, . to be honest and true, . to be merry and wise, . to be noble we 'll be, . to be true, too, . to be zealously affected, . to know what were, . to love the unknown, . to me is lost, all, . to the heels is the slipper, . truly great who are truly, . universal, all partial evil, . very excellent, . war or bad peace, . we oft might win, lose the, . what was shall be, . will be the final goal of ill, . will toward men, . wind that bloweth no man, . wind which turneth none to, . wine needs no bush, . wits jump, , . works, full of, . works, rich in, . world to live in, . goods, all my worldly, . the gods provide you, . thou hast much, laid up, . goodliest, express her, . man of men, adam the, . goodly are thy tents, . heritage, . outside, falsehood hath a, . sight to see, . goodman dull, . goodness and grace, i thank the, . flowed around god's, . greatness and, are not means, . greatness on, loves to slide, . how awful is, . in his little finger, more, . in things evil, there is some, . lead him not, if, . morrow i bade to sorrow, . never fearful, . of good men, . thinks no ill, . good-night, gives the stern'st, . good-will on earth, . goose, pampered, . royal game of, . sold him a bargain, a, . goose-pen, write with a, . gorboduc, king, . gordian knot unloose, . gore, shedding seas of, . gorge rises at it, my, . gorgeous east, . palace, deceit in, . palaces the solemn temples, . gorgons hydras and chimæras dire, . gory locks at me, never shake thy, . gospel, all is not, . brown bread and the, . emanation from the, . gospel-books, lineaments of, . gospel-light first dawned, . gossip of the air, babbling, . report, . govern, king reigns but does not, . my passion, may i, . the world, syllables, . they that, make least noise, . those that toil, . thou my song, . government, a conservative, . for forms of, . founded on compromise, . half slave half free, . is a trust, . made for and by the people, , . of all the people, . of the people by the people, . preservation of the general, . the best, . without a king, . gowans fine, and pu'd the, . gowd, man 's the, for a' that, . gown, plucked his, . gowns, fellow that hath two, . furred, hide all, . grace, act that blurs the, . affordeth health, . all above is, . and blush of modesty, . and virtue are within, . angels and ministers of, . beyond the reach of art, . chief of a thousand for, . does it with a better, . ease with, . fallen from, . free nature's, . half so good a, . if possible with, . inward and spiritual, . let your speech be with, . love of, for, . me no grace, . melancholy, . melody of every, . mickle is the powerful, . more of his, than gifts, . my cause, little shall i, . never mind did mind his, . of a day, the tender, . of finer form, . of god to man, . of life, unbought, . power of, . powerful, that lies in herbs, . purity of, . snatch a, . supply, let thy, . swears with so much, . sweet attractive kind of, , . that is dead, . that makes simplicity a, . that won, . to his meat, never to say, . to win, with, . was in all her steps, . was seated on this brow, . graces, all other, , . lead these, to the grave, . peculiar, shot forth, . sacrifice to the, . graced with polished manners, . graceful acts, those, . graceless zealots fight, . gracious is the time, . parts, remembers me of his, . tam grew, . words and apt, . gradation, not by old, . gradations, no pale, . of decay, . græcia mæonidam jactet sibi, . grain, cheeks of sorry, . say which, will grow, . grains of sand, little, . of wheat, two, . grammar controls kings, . grammar-school, erecting a, . grammaticus, rhetor, . grampian hills, on the, . grand gloomy and peculiar, . old ballad patrick spence, . old gardener and his wife, . old harper, wind that, . old name of gentleman, . grandam, soul of our, . grandeur, moon's unclouded, . old scotia's, . that was rome, . to our dust, so nigh is, . with a disdainful smile, . grandmother eve, child of, . grandsire cut in alabaster, . phrase, proverbed with a, . skilled in gestic lore, . grandsires, wives and, . grange, in the moated, . grant an honest fame, . grape, from out the purple, . grapes, have eaten sour, . of ephraim, . grapple them to thy soul, . grasp it like a man of mettle, . the ocean, . grass, all flesh is, . go to, . groweth, while the, . his days are as, . like rain upon the mown, . splendour in the, . stoops not, the, . tread a measure on this, . two blades of, . grasshopper shall be a burden, . grasshoppers rejoice, like, . under a fern, . grateful evening mild, . for the prize, ever, . mind by owing owes not, . gratiano speaks an infinite deal, . gratitude, fruit of great cultivation, . is expensive, . of men, alas the, . of most men, . of place-expectants, . still small voice of, . gratulation, gave sign of, . gratulations flow in streams, . grave, a little little, . an obscure, . and reverend signiors, . aspect he rose, with, . between the cradle and the, . botanize upon his mother's, . but she is in her, . come to thy, in a full age, . dark and silent, . dread thing, . druid lies in yonder, . duncan is in his, . earliest at his, . feet clear of the, . forget thee, could not the, . funeral marches to the, . ghost come from the, . he bade them lie in the, . honoured in his, . hungry as the, . ignoring sleep with thee in the, . in a common, . in the cold, . is not its goal, . jealousy is cruel as the, . kingdom for a little, . lead these graces to the, . low laid in my, . lucy is in her, . mattock and the, . measure of an unmade, . night of the, . on my, as now my bed, . one foot in the, . or mellow, humours whether, . our cradle stands in the, . paths of glory lead to the, . perhaps the early, . pompous in the, . rest in the, . rush to glory or the, . secret as the, . senators, most, . steps of glory to the, . strewed thy, . study, law's, . sun shine sweetly on my, . this earth, this, . thou art gone to the, . thy humble, adorned, . to gay lively to severe, . to light from, pleasant to severe, , . unknelled without a, . untimely, , . where is thy victory, , . where laura lay, . with sorrow to the, . graves are pilgrim shrines, . are severed far and wide, their, . dishonourable, . emblems of untimely, . let 's talk of, . of memory, . of your sires, green, . stood tenantless, . grave-digger or hangman, . gravel gold, streams their, . gravity, humour the test of, . out of his bed at midnight, . to play at cherry-pit, . gray hair, wisdom is the, . hairs with sorrow, . it is gone and all is, . marathon, age spares, . mare the better horse, . red spirits and, . tears and love for the, . gray-hooded even, . grazed the common of literature, . grease, frieth in her own, . greasy aprons, slaves with, . citizens, you fat and, . great as a king, . between the little and the, . cæsar fell, . cæsar grown so, . cause, die in a, . contest follows, . engines move slowly, . families of yesterday, . far above the, . first cause, . fleas have little fleas, . glorious and free, . good and, . guns, blew, . hall, contentions of the, . ill can he rule the, . important day, . in mouths of wisest censure, . in villany, thou little valiant, . is diana of the ephesians, . is truth and mighty, . let me call him, . lord of all things, . lords' stories, . man's memory outlive his life, . many a small maketh a, , . men not always wise, . none unhappy but the, , . nothing, achieved without enthusiasm, . of old, worship of the, . ones, ceremony to, . ones eat up the little ones, . rightly to be, . shade of that which once was, . some are born, . some must be, . souls are portions, . taskmaster's eye, . there is no small no, . things with small, compare, . though fallen, . thoughts great feelings, . to be, is to be misunderstood, . to him no high no low, no, . to little man, things, . truths are portions, . twin brethren, . unhappy, none think the, . vulgar and the small, . whatever was little seemed, . who are truly good are truly, . who is what he is, he is, . wits allied to madness, . wits will jump, . greater feeling to the worse, . love hath no man, . than the king himself, . greatest clerks not the wisest men, . happiness of the greatest number, . love of life, . men, the world knows nothing of its, . of faults to be conscious of none, . only are, as the, . scandal on greater state, . whose ends will make him, . greatness and goodness, . eternal substance of his, . far stretched, . farewell to all my, . highest point of all my, . if honour gives, . is a-ripening his, . of his name, . on goodness loves to slide, . some achieve, . thrust upon 'em, some have, . grecian chisel trace, ne'er did, . venus, the, . greece, achilles wrath to, . athens, the eye of, . beauties of exulting, . boasts her homer, . but living greece no more, . fair, sad relic, of departed worth, . fulmined over, . glory that was, . in early, she sung, . isles of, the, . john naps of, . might still be free, . most power of any in, . we give our shining blades, to, . greedy of filthy lucre, . greek, above all, . come in latin or in, . or roman name, above any, . small latin and less, . 't is known he could speak, . to me, 't was, . greeks, heaven doomed, . in common, all the, . joined greeks, when, . green and yellow melancholy, . bay-tree, like a, . be the turf above thee, . dry smooth-shaven, . grassy turf, . graves of your sires, . in judgment, when i was, . in youth, . keep his memory, . keep their vigil on the, . leaves on a thick tree, . mantle, . memory be, . night, golden lamps in a, . old age, . one red, making the, . pastures, lie down in, . thy leaf has perished in the, . thought in a green shade, . tree, things done in a, . green-eyed monster, . greenhouse too, loves a, . greenland's icy mountains, . green-robed senators, . greenwood tree, under the, . gregory remember thy swashing blow, . greetings where no kindness is, . greta woods are green, . gretest gentilman, take him for the, . grew in beauty side by side, . together like to a double cherry, . grey mare the better horse, . greyhound mongrel grim, . greyhounds in the slips, . grief and pain naught but, . bravery of his, . canker and the, are mine, . crowned with consolation, . days of my distracting, . every one can master a, . fills the room up of my absent child, . for boys, . gave his father, . hath known, all that, . is past, the, . is proud, . lies onward, my, . no greater, . of a wound, . only time for, . past help should be past, . patience on a monument smiling at, . perked up in a glistering, . plague of sighing and, . silent manliness of, . spite of all my, revealing, . tears his heart, . that does not speak, . treads upon the heels, . which they themselves not feel, . with proverbs, patch, . griefs, griping, . some, are medicinable, . that harass the distrest, . what private, they have, . grievances, repeat no, . grieve his heart, show his eyes and, . make the judicious, . yet not repent, to, . grieves, if aught inanimate e'er, . grieved, we sighed we, . griffith, honest chronicler as, . grim death, , . feature, scented the, . repose, hushed in, . grimes is dead, old, . grim-visaged war, . grin, one universal, . owned with a, . sin to sit and, . so merry, every, . the devil did, . vanquish berkeley by a, . grind, axe to, . one demd horrid, . slowly, mills of god, . the faces of the poor, . the poor, laws, . grinders cease because they are few, . grindstone, noses to the, , , , . grinned horrible, death, . grinning, mock your own, . grip, where ye feel your honour, . gripe, barren sceptre in my, . of noose, necks to, . griping griefs, . grisly terror, so spake the, . gristle, people in the, . grizzled, his beard was, . his hair just, . groan, anguish poured his, . bubbling, sinks with, . condemned alike to, . nor sigh nor, . the knell the pall the, . groans of the dying, . sovereign of sighs and, . thy old, ring yet in my ears, . groaning ever for the past, . groined the aisles of christian rome, . grooms and porters on the bridge, . grooves of change, ringing, . grose, his name was, . gross and scope of my opinion, . ear can hear, things that no, . grossness, by losing all its, . ground, acre of barren, . another man's, . as water spilt on the, . call it holy, . every vice on christian, . fathom-line could never touch, . gently kissed the, . haunted holy, . herbe that growes on, . i live a burden to the, . least willing to quit the, . let us sit upon the, . no slave to till my, . low sitting on the, . my tail go to the, . not upon dreams, . of nature, solid, . purple all the, . seem to tread on classic, . temple and tower went to the, . withering on the, . grounded on just and right, . groundlings, ears of the, . grove, his name was printed, . nightingale's song in the, . of academe, the olive, . of myrtles, . groves are of laurel and myrtle, . fountain heads and pathless, . frequenting sacred, . god's first temples, . grow dim with age, the sun, . double, surely you 'll, . learning wiser, . old, always find time to, . to what they seem, . wiser and better, . growing when ye 're sleeping, . grown by what it fed on, . so great, he is, . grownd, herbe that growes on, . grows old and fat, . with his growth, . growth, children of a larger, . confidence a plant of slow, . man is the nobler, . man seems the only, . of mother earth, . grub, joiner squirrel or old, . grudge, feed fat the ancient, . the throe, never, . grundy say, what will mrs., . grunt and sweat, . guard dies never surrenders, . me with a watchful eye, . our native seas, . our spoons, from whom we, . thy bed, holy angels, . guardian angel o'er his life, . angels sung the strain, . on the tower, the, . guardians of the fair, eunuchs, . gude nicht and joy be wi' you, . time coming, . gudeman 's awa', when our, . gudgeon, this fool, . gudgeons, to swallow, . guerdon, the fair, . guesseth but in part, he, . guest, keen, fits a dull fighter, . speed the going, . speed the parting, , . the soul the body's, . guests in the depths of hell, . guid to be honest and true, . to be merry and wise, . guide in smoke and flame, . mine equal my, . my companion my, . my lonely way, . philosopher and friend, . providence their, . till judgment, . guides, blind, . the planets in their course, . guilded shore, . guile, lips from speaking, . guilt away, wash her, . can look on, . is in that heart, i ask not if, . of eastern kings, . so full of artless jealousy is, . those who fear not, . to cover, the only art her, . guiltier than him they try, . guilty consciences make cowards, . man escape, let no, . mind, suspicion haunts the, . of his own death, . of such a ballad, . thing, started like a, . thing surprised, . wealth, his genuine and less, . guinea, jingling of the, . within the compass of a, . guinea's stamp, rank is but the, . guitar, touched his, . gulf profound, . gulled, if the world will be, . gum, medicinal, . gun, certain as a, . never lost an english, . shot out of an elder, . sure as a, , . guns, but for these vile, . though winds blew great, . gust hath blown his fill, the, . gusty thieves, . guy, county, the hour is nigh, . gypsies, pilfers like, . serve stolen children, as, . gypsying, days when we went, . gyves, as if they had, . habeas corpus, protection of, . habit, apparelled in more precious, . costly thy, . increased by actions, . is second nature, . powerful is the empire of, . use doth breed a, in a man, . habits devil is angel yet in this, . ill, gather by unseen degrees, . of peace and patience, . small, well pursued, . habitable world, look round the, . habitants, converse with heavenly, . habitation, giddy and unsure, . local, and a name, . habitual, practise what you would make, . had we never loved sae kindly, . hades, descent to, . no one goes to, with his wealth, . haggard, if i do prove her, . hags, black and midnight, . hail columbia happy land, . fellow well met, . holy light, . horrors, . the rising sun, let others, . to the chief, . unless god send his, . wedded love, . hails you tom or jack, . hair, amber-dropping, . as free, robes loosely flowing, . beauty draws us with a single, , . been lives, had all his, . distinguish and divide a, . each particular, stand an end, . every, a soul doth bind, . flaming meteor shone for, . girl-graduates in their golden, . just grizzled, . loose his beard and hoary, . man that coloured his, . most resplendent, . my fell of, . ninth part of a, . of a woman, one, . of the same dog, . on end at his own wonders, . sacred, dissever, . shakes pestilence, his horrid, . single, casts its shadow, . streamed like a meteor, . strung with his, . tangles of neæra's, . transfigures its golden, . trimmed in silence, . would rouse and stir, . wisdom is the gray, . hairs, bring down my gray, . of your head all numbered, . superfluity comes sooner by white, . were silver-white, . hair-breadth 'scapes, . hairs-breadth of time, , . hal, no more of that, . halcyon days, . half broken-hearted, . dust half deity, . exceeds the whole, , . hidden from the eye, . his troy was burnt, . in shade and half in sun, . knows everything, . made up, . my better, . our knowledge we snatch, . part of a blessed man, . slave and half free, . so good a grace, . the creeds, faith in, . the world knoweth not how the other half liveth, . too civil by, . half-brother of the world, . half-gods go, when, . halfpenny loaves for a penny, . half-pennyworth of bread, . half-shirt is two napkins, . half-shut eye, before the, . eyes, sees with his, . half-world, now o'er the one, . hall, douglas in his, . merry in, where beards wag all, . merry swythe it is in, . or bower, never heard in, . halls, dwelt in marble, . of dazzling light, . of death, the silent, . halloing and singing of anthems, . halloo your name, . hallowed is the time, . relics should be hid, . halt between two opinions, . to learn to, . halter draw, felt the, . in hope one will cut the, . now fitted the, . threats of a, . halves, i 'll go his, . hamlet at the close of the day, . king father, i 'll call thee, . now the king drinks to, . rude forefathers of the, . tragedy of, with the prince of denmark being left out, . hammer, no sound of, . nor axe, neither, . smith stand with his, . your iron when it is hot, . hammers, aprons rules and, . closing rivets up, , . no, fell, . hampden, some village, . hand, adore the, . against every man, . and glove, . and heart, i give my, . and heart open and free, . angry wafture of your, . bird in the, , . books to hold in the, . cheek upon her, . cloud like a man's, . eager heart the kindlier, . findeth to do do it, . foot and, go cold, . for hand foot for foot, . forget her cunning, . freeman with unpurchased, . glove upon that, . handle toward my, . has brushed them, no friendly, . her 'prentice, . his red right, . hold a fire in his, . i argue not against heaven's, . imposition of a mightier, . in hand, , , , . in thy right, carry gentle peace, . led by the almighty's, . length of days in her right, . let not thy left, know, . licks the, just raised, . lifted in awe, . like the dyer's, . may no rude, deface it, . misery is at, . morn with rosy, . mortality's strong, . nature's sweet and cunning, . not able to taste, . of little employment, . of war, . open as day for melting charity, . put in every honest, a whip, . riches and honour in her left, . satan was now at, . sweet roman, . sweeten this little, . sworn foe to tyrants, . that dealt the blow, . that fed them, bite the, . that gave the blow, . that gives the blow, . that hath made you fair, . that made us is divine, . that rounded peter's dome, . then join in, . thunder in his lifted, . time has laid his, gently, . time with reckless, . time's devouring, . to execute, , . to take occasion by the, . touch of a vanished, . unblessed thy, . upon a woman, man that lays his, . upon many a heart, . upon the ark, to lay their, . upon the ocean's mane, . upon thy mane, . wash this blood from my, . waved her lily, . whatsoever thou takest in, . white wonder of dear juliet's, . with my heart in 't, . withhold not thine, . wrenched with an unlineal, . writ by god's own, . you cannot see, . hands are the hands of esau, . by angel, . by foreign, . death lays his icy, . entire affection hateth nicer, . establish the work of our, . fatal, their, . former times shake, . from picking and stealing, . hath not a jew, . little folding of the, . many, make light work, . mischief for idle, . mouths without, . never made to tear each other, . not hearts, . of fellowship, the right, . promiscuously applied, . shake, with a king, . that might have swayed, . their knell is rung, by fairy, . then take, . to valour given, . two, upon the breast, . washing with invisible soap, . watch that wants both, . were made before knives, . wings or feet, . with his two happy, . handel 's but a ninny, . handle not taste not, . toward my hand, . handles, everything hath two, . handful of meal in a barrel, . of silver, just for a, . hand-in-glove, were, . handiwork, showeth his, . handmaid of justice, truth the, . hand-saw, hawk from a, . handsome, everything about him, . in three hundred pounds a year, . is that handsome does, . wee thing, . handy-dandy, change places and, . hang a calf's skin, . a doubt on, nor loop to, . out our banners, . sorrow care will kill a cat, . the pensive head, . themselves in hope one will come and cut the halter, . together, we must all, . upon his pent-house lid, . us every mother's son, . hangs a tale, thereby, , . his head for shame, . on dian's temple, . on prince's favours, . upon the cheek of night, . hanging and marriage go by destiny, . and wiving go by destiny, , . his cat on monday, . in a golden chain, . was the worst use man could be put to, . hangman of creation mark, . hangman's whip, fear o' hell, . hannibal had mighty virtues, . was a very pretty fellow, . haphazard, let no act be done at, . hapless love, pangs of, . happened once, this could but have, . happens at all, whatever, happens as it should, . happier in the passion we feel, . than i know, feel that i am, . things, remembering, . happiness below, virtue alone is, . distant views of, . depends as nature shows, . domestic, thou only bliss, . fireside, . glimpse of, saw a, . lies in superfluities, . man's, to do proper things, . of the greatest number, . of the rational animal, . our being's end and aim, . our pastime and our, . produced by a good inn, . pursuit of, . spectacle of human, . that makes the heart afraid, . thought of tender, . through another's eyes, . too familiar, . too swiftly flies, . virtue sufficient for, . was born a twin, . we prize, if solid, . happy accident, , , . am i from care i 'm free, . as a lover, . because god wills it, . constellations, . could i be with either, . days, a world of, . earthlier, is the rose distilled, . few, we band of brothers, . fields farewell, . for him his father was before him, . he whose name has been well spelt, . he with such a mother, . hills pleasing shade, . is he born or taught, . is the blameless vestal's lot, . little, if i could say how much, . make two lovers, . man be his dole, . man happy dole, . man that hath his quiver full, . man 's without a shirt, . mixtures of happy days, . never so, as we suppose, . pair live while ye may, . soul that all the way, . that have called thee so, . the man and happy he alone, . the man whose wish, . to the unhappy owe, what the, . walks and shades, . was it for that son, . who in his verse, can steer, . why so few marriages are, . years, ah, . harass the distrest, . harbinger, springtime's, . harbingers of blood and death, . to heaven, . harbour give, in life did, . hard a keeping oath, sworn too, . crab-tree, . long is the way and, . nothing so, but search will find it, . their lot, how, . to part when friends are dear, . to please everybody, . to please, uncertain coy and, . way of transgressors is, . hardship, life of danger and, . hardships prevent melancholy, . hardens all within, . hardest-timbered oak, . hardy as the nemean lion's nerve, . hare, hold with the, . mad as a march, , . to run with the, . to start a, . hark from the tombs, . hark the lark, . the shrill trumpet sounds, . they whisper, . harm me, fate cannot, . win us to our, . harmes two the lesse, of, . harmless as doves, . day, entertains the, . earth, bowels of the, . flaming meteor, . necessary cat, . pleasure, stock of, . harmonies, concerted, . harmonious numbers, . sound on golden hinges, . whose touch, . harmoniously confused, . harmony for thee o universe, . heaven drowsy with, the, . heavenly, . hidden soul of, . in her bright eye, . in immortal souls, . like deep, enforce attention, . not understood, . of circumstances, . of shape, air and, . of the universe, . of the world, her voice the, . sentimentally disposed to, . to harmony, . touches of sweet, . harness, dead in his, . him that girdeth on his, . on our back, die with, . haroun alraschid, good, . harp, high-born hoel's, . in divers tones, . of life, love took up the, . of orpheus, . of thousand strings, . open palm upon his, . sings to one clear, . through tara's halls, . harps upon the willows, . harper, wind that grand old, . harping on my daughter, . harpy-footed furies, . harrow up thy soul, . harry the king bedford, . with his beaver on, . harsh as truth, i will be as, . the words of mercury are, . harshness gives offence, no, . hart, like a youthful, . panteth after water brooks, . ungalled play, . harvest, earth laughs with a, . of a quiet eye, . of the new-mown hay, . truly is plenteous, . harvest-home, a stubble-land at, . harvest-time of love, . haste, i am always in, . make, the better foot before, . maketh waste, . married in, . mounting in hot, . one with moderate, . sweaty, . to be rich, . to repay an obligation, . to wed at leisure, wooed in, . hasten to be drunk, . hastening ills, prey to, . hasty as fire deaf as the sea, . hat, broad-brimmed, . by his cockle, . fashion of his, . it was not all a, . not the worse for wear, . that bows to no salaam, . the ultimum moriens of respectability, . three cornered, the old, . upon my head, with my, . hats, shocking bad, . hatched, chickens ere they are, , . to the woful time, . hatches, his body 's under, . hate a dumpy woman, . cherish those hearts that, . immortal, . in the like extreme, . juno's unrelenting, . lost between us, no, . of hate scorn of scorn, . of those below, . thine enemy, . those you have injured, to, . your neighbour, . hates that excellence, . hated him, loved my country and, . needs but to be seen, to be, . with a hate, . hater, he was a good, . hathaway, angels must love ann, . hating david, not only, . no one love but her, . hatred, love turned to, . haughtiness of soul, . haughty spirit before a fall, . haunt, exempt from public, . haunts in dale or mountain, . of men, the busy, . the guilty mind, suspicion, . haunted holy ground, . me like a passion, . spring and dale, from, . have and to hold, . it so, you would, . naught venture naught, . we prize not what we, . have-much and have-little, . havens, ports and happy, . having nothing yet hath all, , . havoc, cry, and let slip the dogs, . hawk from a hand-saw, . hawks, between two, . hawthorn bush with seats, . in the dale, under the, . hay, harvest of the new mown, . make, while the sun shines, . needle in a bottle of, . reposing himself in the, . when the sun shineth make, . hazard of concealing, . of the die, i will stand the, . he alone is blessed, . best can paint them, . comes too near, , . cometh unto you, . first deceased, . for god only, . knew what 's what, . may run that readeth, . that is down, , . that is not with me, . that is robbed, . that runs may read, . that wrestles with us, . he was the word that spake it, . who can call to-day his own, . head and front of my offending, . beauteous honours on its, . buck of the first, . coals of fire on his, , . cover my, now, . crotchets in thy, thou hast some, . crown of his, , , . crown old winter's, . dissever from the fair, . eternal sunshine settles on its, . fame over his living, . fantastically carved, . fruitless crown upon my, . gently falling on thy, . gently lay my, . good gray, . green grass turf at his, . hairs of your, all numbered, . hands wings, . hang the pensive, . hangs his, for shame, . hat upon my, . heart may give a lesson to the, . heaven to the weary, . helmet for a blow on the, . here rests his, . hoary, is a crown of glory, . imperfections on my, . is as full of quarrels, . is fancy bred, in heart or, . is not more native to the heart, . is sick and the heart faint, . learned lumber in his, . less beloved, . lodgings in a, . nail on the, , . no roofe to shrowd his, . not where to lay his, . not yet completely silvered, . of the table, . of things, great, . off with a golden axe, . off with his, , . on horror's, . one small, . plays round the, . precious jewel in his, . repairs his drooping, . seems no bigger than his, . silent doctor shook his, . silvered o'er by time, . so many books upon his, . so young a body so old a, . some less majestic, . stroked with a slipper, . sweet tooth in his, . that wears a crown, . the wise the reverend, . to be let unfurnished, . to contrive, , . turns no more his, . uneasy lies the, . was silvered o'er with age, . what seemed his, . which statuaries loved to copy, . with reading stuff the, . heads beneath their shoulders, . hide their diminished, . houseless, . ignominious, . nailed by the ears, . never raising, . so many wits so many, . sometimes so little, . tall men had empty, . too little for wit, . touch heaven, hills whose, . two better than one, . head-stone of the corner, . headstrong as an allegory, . healer, scorn not death the, . healing in his wings, . of the most high cometh, . health, be thou a spirit of, . best physic to preserve, . dainties might hurt their, . good sense and good, . he that will this, deny, . hunt in fields for, . is the second blessing, . my nerves and fibres brace, . peace and, . peace and competence, . unbought, . vital principle of bliss, . while grace affordeth, . healths five-fathom deep, . healthful play, . healthy nature, blessed is the, . wealthy and wise, . heap, misfortunes laid in one, . of dust alone remains of thee, . heaps of miser's treasures, . of pearl, . unsunned, of treasure, . heapeth up riches, . hear a voice you cannot hear, i, . be silent that you may, . be swift to, . by tale or history, . he that hath ears to, . it not duncan, . listening still they seemed to, . me for my cause, . none so deaf that will not, , . these tell-tale women, . to see to feel to, . heard and do in part believe it, . for much speaking, . i will be, . it said full oft, . melodies are sweet, . of thee by the hearing of the ear, . round the world, . so coldly, . the world around, . wished she had not, it, . hearers, too deep for his, . hearing ear, the, . ear the speaking tongue, . of the ear, heard of thee by the, . hearings, younger, quite ravished, . hearkeners seldom hear good of themselves, . hearse, underneath this sable, . hearsed in death, . heart, a little heaven in each, . a merry, . afraid, that makes the, . and hand both open, . and lute, my, . arrow for the, . as he thinketh in his, . awake to the flowers, . bare the mean, . be troubled, let not your, . beating of my own, . beatings of my, . beats high and warm, blood-tinctured, . bowed down by weight of woe, . bread which strengthens man's, . buildeth on the vulgar, . burn within us, . can know, ease the, . can ne'er a transport know, . can this fond, forget, . cockles of the, . command my, and me, . comes not to the, . congenial to my, . could find it in my, . detector of the, . detests him, my, . did break, some, . distrusting asks, . doth ache, while his, . doth the full, reveal, . doubt one, that if believed, . dupe of the, . ease of, her look conveyed, . eat not thy, . evening twilight of the, . every, to heaven aspires, . every woman is a rake at, . fails thee, if thy, . faint, ne'er won fair lady, . faint and the head is sick, . felt along the, . first set my poor, free, . fool hath said in his, . for any fate, with a, . for every fate, here 's a, . for falsehood framed, . fountain of sweet tears, . gently upon my, . gets his speeches by, . give lesson to the head, . give me back my, . gladness of, . glows in every, . great thoughts come from the, . grief tears his, . griping griefs the, wound, . grow fonder, absence makes the, . hand upon many a, . hand with my, in 't, . hard was the, . has learned to glow, . hath 'scaped this sorrow, . hath tried, save he whose, . he seeth with the, . head is not more native to the, . how dear to this, . i give my hand and, . if guilt 's in that, . in concord beats, . in conjecture of a neighbour's, . in thy hand, . incense of the, , . is a free and fetterless thing, . is fixed, my, . is freedom's shield, each, . is idly stirred, my, . is in a vein, when the, . is in the highlands, my, . is true as steel, . is wax to be moulded, . kind and gentle, he had, . kindlier hand the eager, . knew of pain, all the, . knock at my ribs, . know truth by the, . knoweth his own bitterness, . let me wring your, . level in her husband's, . look in thy, . look then into thine, . lord of the lion, . maketh glad the, . man after his own, . man's, deviseth his way, . many a feeling, . merry, doeth good, . merry, goes all the day, . merry, maketh a cheerful countenance, . more native to the, . moved more than with a trumpet, . music in my, i bore, . must have something to cherish, . my book and, . my fond, shall pant for you, . naked human, . nature's, beats strong, . nature's, in tune, . ne'er within him burned, . new opened, i feel my, . next our own, . of a maiden is stolen, when the, . of a man is depressed, . of courtesy, seated in the, . of heart, in my, . of man depressed with cares, . of man, the devil dwells in, . of my mystery, pluck out the, . of nature, out from the, . old man's, blood in an, . on her lips, . or head, where is fancy bred in, . or hope, nor bate a jot of, . out of the abundance of the, . pang that rends the, . plays an old tune on the, . preaching down a daughter's, . ran o'er with silent worship, . repairs, a generous, . replies, and the, . responds unto his own, . riven with vain endeavour, . rotten at the, . ruddy drops that visit my sad, . ruddy drops that warm my, . seeth with the, . shakespeare unlocked his, , . show his eyes and grieve his, . sick, maketh the, . sigh that rends thy constant, . sinking, changing cheek, . sky did never melt into his, . sleeps on his own, . so full a drop overfills it, . spring of love gushed from my, . strike mine eyes not my, . stuff which weighs upon the, . such partings break the, . suffered idleness to eat his, . sweet creation of some, . sweetly tender, . take thy beak from out my, . tears rise in the, . tenderest, even the, . that break and give no sign, . that has truly loved, . that is broken, soothe a, . that is soonest awake, . that loved her, betray the, . that mighty, is lying still, . that never feels a pain, . that was humble, . the seson priketh every gentil, . they say ward has no, . to conceive, . to eate thy, . to heart mind to mind, . to resolve, . toil on poor, unceasingly, . tongue nor, cannot conceive, . unpack my, with words, . untainted, . untravelled fondly turns to thee, . upon my sleeve, wear my, . want of, . war was in his, . warm within, . was kind and soft, . was wax to receive, . way to hit a woman's, . weed's plain, . what female, can gold despise, . when we meet a mutual, . where your treasure is, . which most enamour us, . which others bleed for, . whispers the o'er-fraught, . whose lines are mottoes of the, . widow's, to sing for joy, . will break, thus the, . with heart in concord, . with strings of steel, . with your treasure, . within and god o'erhead, . would break my jealous, . would fain deny, . hearts are mighty, . are warm, our, . believe the truths i tell, . bid the tyrants defiance, . cheerful, now broken, . cherish those, that hate thee, . day-star arise in your, . dry as summer dust, . endure, of all that human, . ensanguined, . feeling, touch but rightly, . hands not, . he fashioneth their, alike, . here bring your wounded, . in love use their own tongues, . kind, are more than coronets, . lie withered, when true, . love in your, as idly burns, . of his countrymen, . of his fellow-citizens, . of kings, enthroned in the, . of oak are our ships, . our, our hopes are all with thee, . our, our hopes our prayers, . passion of great, . resolved on victory or death, . steal away your, . that love, dissensions between, . that once beat high, . that the world had tried, . there is no union here of, . though stout and brave, . thousand, beat happily, . to live in, we leave behind, . two, that beat as one, . union of, union of hands, . unkind, i have heard of, . unto wisdom, apply our, . heart's core, wear him in my, . current lends the cup its glow, . deep well, . desires be with you, your, . hope and home, . supreme ambition, . heartache, end the, . heartfelt joy, sunshine and, . hearth, clean fire and clean, . cricket on the, . vanished from his lonely, . heartsome wi' thee, . heart-stain, ne'er carried a, . heart-strings, jesses were my dear, . heart-throbs, count time by, . hearty old man, . heat, cold that moderates, . fantastic summer's, . for the cold and cold for the hot, . have neither, nor light, . ma'am it was so dreadful, . not a furnace for your foe, . of conflict, through the, . of the day, burden and, . one, doth drive another, . one draught above, . that promethean, . heath, land of brown, . my foot is on my native, . heathen chinee is peculiar, . heath-flower dashed the dew, from the, . heating, warm without, . heat-oppressed brain, . heaven a time ordains, . all places alike distant from, . all that we believe of, . all the way to, . all things in, and earth, . alone is given away, . and earth, more things in, . and earth unfolds, . and happy constellations, . and home, points of, . approving, . around our infancy, . around us all, . ascribe to, . beauteous eye of, . beholding, feeling hell, . below, like a little, . better than serve in, . breaks the serene of, . breath of, . bright sun of, . bring with thee airs from, . but tries our virtue, . cannot heal, no sorrow that, . commences, his, . confess yourself to, . dear to, is saintly chastity, . dearest foe in, . deeds are the sons of, . doth with us as we with torches, . drowsy with the harmony, . every heart aspires to, . every purpose under the, . every virtue under, . exhaled and went to, . face of, so fine, . fantastic tricks before high, . farther off from, . fault to, . fell from, . fiercest spirit that fought in, . first taught letters, . first-born, offspring of, . floor of, is thick inlaid, . fragrance smells to, . from all creatures hides, . from, it came, . from yon blue, . gained a friend from, . gates of, to the, . gems of, . gentle rain from, . gives its favourites early death, . gluttony ne'er looks to, . god alone to be seen in, . god is in his, . good sense the gift of, . grants before the prayer, . great eye of, . had made her such a man, . harbingers to, . has no rage like love to hatred turned, . has not power upon the past, . has willed we die alone, . hath done for this land, what, . he cried, o, . he gained from, a friend, . hell i suffer seems a, . high hope for a low, . hills whose heads touch, . his blessed part to, . how art thou fallen from, . husbandry in, . in each heart a little, . in her eye, . in hope to merit, . invites hell threatens, . is heard no more in, . is love for love is heaven, . is not always angry, . is shining o'er us, . is there care in, . itself would stoop to her, . journey like the path to, . joy of, to earth come down, . just are the ways of, . kindred points of, . lay up treasures in, . leave her to, . led the way to, . less of earth than, . lies about us in our infancy, . light from, , . light of, restore, . livery of the court of, . made him, every man is as, . man alone beneath the, . matches are made in, . moderation the gift of, . my offence is rank it smells to, . nothing can cover his fame but, . nothing true but, . of charms divine, . of hell, in itself can make a, . of invention, the brightest, . offspring of, . on earth, . one minute of, . opened wide her ever-during gates, . opening bud to, conveyed, . or hell, summons thee to, . path to, . permit to, . persian's, is easily made, . pities hapless man, . places shall be hell that are not, . points out an hereafter, . prayer ardent opens, . quite in the verge of, . recompense did send, . remedies we ascribe to, . report they bore to, . riches flow from bounteous, . sends us good meat, . she did but dream of, . shed, light which, . silent finger points to, . so much of earth so much of, . soul look down from, . soul white as, . sounds my fame, . spires point to, . starry cope of, . steep and thorny way to, . stole the livery of, . succour dawns from, . sweetened by the airs of, . taken quick to, . the selfsame, that frowns, . things are the sons of, . thy hues were born in, . to be young was very, . to earth, doth glance from, . to gaudy day denies, which, . to the weary head, . too, all this and, . tries the earth, . 't was whispered in, 't was muttered in hell, . upon earth, that, . visits, places the eye of, . wanted one immortal song, . was all tranquillity, . were not heaven if we knew what it were, . when earth was nigher, . will bless your store, . winds of, visit her face, . with all its splendors, . heavens blaze forth the death of princes, . bowed the high, . declare the glory of god, . hear these tell-tale women, . hung be the, with black, . should fall, if ever the, . spangled, a shining frame, . that which we call the, . heaven's best treasures, . breath smells wooingly, . chancery, flew up to, . cherubim horsed, . decree, curst by, . ebon vault, . eternal year is thine, . first law, order is, . gate, the lark at, . gates, she claps her wings at, . hand, argue not against, . help is better than early rising, . immortal noon, . last best gift, . lights, godfathers of, . melodious strains, . own light, . pavement, riches of, . sovereign saves, . sweetest air, . wide pathless way, . heaven-born band, . heaven-directed to the poor, . heaven-eyed creature, . heaven-kissing hill, . heavenly blessings, . days that cannot die, . empire of the, . gift of poesy, profaned thy, . habitants, converse with, . harmony, from, . hope is all serene, . host, ye, . jewel, have i caught my, . lays, pure delight by, . maid was young, . paradise is that place, . spirits, is there love in, . heaven-taught lyre, . heaviest battalions, . heaviness, spirit of, . heavy and red, eyelids, . change, but o the, . hebrew in the dying light, . hecuba to him, what 's, . hector still survives, while, . hedge a king, divinity doth, . hedgehog rolled up, lies like a, . hedgehogs dressed in lace, . heed for himself, will take no, . take, lest he fall, . heedless, unwise to be, . heeds not he hears not, . heel, at his, a stone, . of the courtier, . tread each other's, . tread upon another's, . heels, cæsar with a senate at his, . detraction at your, . i took to my, . of pleasure, treads upon the, . slippers good to the, . with an income at its, . height, objects in an airy, . of man, measure of the, . of this great argument, . heights by great men reached, . other, in other lives, . the soul is competent to gain, . heir of all the ages, . of fame, great, . the world creation's, . to, shocks that flesh is, . to the first, each second stood, . with all her children wants an, . heirs of truth and pure delight, . unknown, . helen, like another, . helen's beauty in a brow of egypt, . helicon's harmonious springs, . helios, antigonous the son of, . hell, agreement with, , . all places shall be, . beholding heaven feeling, . better to reign in, . blasts from, . broke loose, all, . characters of, to trace, . contains no fouler fiend, . cunning livery of, . damned use that word in, . detests him as the gates of, . fear of, 's a hangman's whip, . for hoarding went to, . for horses, england, . for women, italy, . from beneath is moved, . grew darker at their frown, . guests in the depths of, . has no fury like a woman scorned, . i suffer seems a heaven, . injured lover's, . into the mouth of, . is full of good intentions, . is full of good meanings, . is moved for thee, . it is in suing long to bide, . itself breathes out contagion, . long is the way out of, . making earth a, . milk of concord into, . myself am, . no fiend can match in, . of heaven in itself can make a, . of waters, . of witchcraft, . paved with good intentions, . procuress to the lords of, . quiet to quick bosoms is a, . rebellious, . riches grow in, . shall stir for this, all, . summons thee to heaven or to, . terrible as, . threatens heaven invites, . to choose love by another's eyes, . to ears polite, never mentions, . trembled at the hideous name, . 't was muttered in, . which way i fly is, . within him, . within myself, i feel a, . hell's concave, tore, . helm, palinurus nodded at the, . pleasure at the, . when the sea is calm, . hellespont and the propontic, . helmet for a blow on the head, . shall make a hive for bees, . that is mambrino's, . help, angels make assay, . encumbers him with, . hindrance and a, . his ready, was ever nigh, . in trouble, a very present, . me cassius or i sink, . me, who ran to, . of man, vain is the, . others out of a fellow-feeling, . past, should be past grief, . themselves, god helps them that, . thyself and god will, , . helper, our antagonist is our, . our, he amid the flood, . helter-skelter hurry-scurry, . hempen string, sing in a, . hen gathereth her chickens, . hender, no one nigh to, . henpecked you all, . heraclitus would not laugh, what, . herald mercury, like the, . no other, after my death, . of joy, perfectest, . herald's coat without sleeves, . heraldry, our new, is hands, . the boast of, . herbe, dainty flowre or, . herbs and other country messes, . better is a dinner of, . powerful grace that lies in, . hercules do what he may, . he is a second, . no more like than i to, . herd, the lowing, . here a little and there a little, . i and sorrows sit, . in the body pent, . is the whole set, . 's to the housewife, . 's to the maiden, . 's to the widow of fifty, . lies a truly honest man, . lies our sovereign, . nor there, neither, . rests his head, . we will sit, . hereafter, points out an, . hereditary bondsmen, . heritage, i have a goodly, . noble by, . of old age, . of woe, lord of himself, that, . service is no, . the sea, our, . hermit, a sceptred, . dwell a weeping, . dwell, shall i like a, . man the, sighed, . of prague, the old, . of the dale, gentle, . hermitage, take that for an, . hero and the man complete, . as in life a friend, . he who aspires to be a, . made by murder of millions, . perish or sparrow fall, . see the conquering, . to his valet, no one is a, . herod, out-herods, . heroes as great have died, . hail ye, heaven-born band, . of old, my peers the, . heroic deed, counsel and, . enterprise is gone, . poem a biography, . stoic cato, . herostratus lives, . herring, nor good red, . herrings, douglas in red, . herte, seson priketh every gentil, . herveys, men women and, . hesitate dislike, . hesperus that led the starry host, . heterodoxy another man's doxy, . hew and hack, somebody to, . hexameter, in the, . hey-day in the blood, . hic jacet, its forlorn, . these two narrow words, . hid, murder cannot long be, . hidden soul of harmony, . hide her shame, . man within him, . myself in thee, let me, . offences to bare to, . the fault i see, to, . their diminished heads, . those hills of snow, , . thou wear a lion's, . your diminished rays, . hides a dark soul, . a shining face, . beauties while she, reveals, . from himself his state, . hideous, makes night, . making night, . hiding-place, dark and lonely, . hierophants of inspiration, . hies to his confine, erring spirit, . high ambition lowly laid, . and low, death makes equal, . and palmy state of rome, . characters cries one, . converse, hold, . erected thoughts, . estate, fallen from his, . hope for a low heaven, . hopes, stirred up with, . instincts, . life, high characters from, . mountains are a feeling, . of the most, cometh healing, . on a throne of royal state, . over-arched, , . thinking and plain living, . to him no, no low, . high-blown pride broke under me, . high-born hoel's harp, . higher law than the constitution, . highest, peppered the, . thing is truth, . highland mary, spare his, . highlands, my heart 's in the, . high-lived company, . highly fed and lowly taught, . what thou wouldst, . highness' dog at kew, . high-road to england, . highways, rivers are, . hill apart, sat on a, . by the wind-beaten, . city that is set on an, . cot beside the, . had climbed the highest, . heaven-kissing, . king of france went up the, . on the 'customed, . that skirts the down, . yon high eastward, . hills ancient as the sun, . and valleys dales and fields, . cattle upon a thousand, . far across the, they went, . happy, pleasing shade, . hewn on norwegian, . of snow, hide those, , . of the stormy north, . over the, and far away, , . peep o'er hills, . rock-ribbed and ancient, . strong amid the, . to the reverberate, . where spices grow, . whose heads touch heaven, . hillside, conduct ye to a, . him, from, that hath not, . no high no low to, . of the western dome, . himself a host, . from god he could not free, . hind mated by the lion, . rational, costard, . hinders needle and thread, . hindmost, devil take the, . hindrance and a help, . hinge nor loop, . hinges, golden, moving, . grate harsh thunder, . pregnant, of the knee, . hint a fault, just, . to speak, it was my, . upon this, i spake, . hip and thigh, smote them, . have ye him on the, . i have you on the, . hippocrene, blushful, . hire, labourer is worthy of his, . his faith might be wrong, . time is forever, . hiss for the fly, the lord shall, . historian of my country's woes, . poet naturalist and, . histories make men wise, . history, anything but, . assassination has never changed, . best studied, . bloom upon the stock of, . dignity of, , . ever hear by tale or, . hath triumphed over time, . he has invented, . in a nation's eyes, . is philosophy teaching by examples, . must be false, . of england written with knowledge, . picture of human crimes, . portance in my travels', . register of crimes, . repeats itself, . strange eventful, . truth of anything by, . what is her, . with all her volumes, . hit, a very palpable, . the nail on the head, . hits the mark, . hitch your wagon to a star, . hitches in a rhyme, . hitherto shalt thou come, . hive for bees, his helmet a, . hiving wisdom, . hoar antiquity, ways of, . hoard of maxims preaching, . hoarding went to hell, for his, . hoarse rough verse, . hoarseness of his note, . hoary head is a crown of glory, . my days but dull and, . hobby-horse is forgot, . hobgoblin, consistency is a, . hobson's choice, . hocus-pocus science, . hoe, tickle the earth with a, . hoel's harp, to high-born, . hog in epicurus' sty, fattest, . hogs eat acorns, greater ease than, . hoist with his own petar, . hold a candle, . enough, cries, . fast that which is good, . high converse, . his peace hereafter, forever, . makes nice of no vile, . the fleet angel, . the fort i am coming, . the mirror up to nature, . thou the good, . to have and to, . with the hare, . holds fast the golden mean, . hole, cæsar might stop a, . in a' your coats, . like a poisoned rat in a, . mouse of one poor, , . of discretion, the little, . holes, foxes have, . triangular and square, . where eyes did once inhabit, . holiday, to make a roman, . holidays, all the year were playing, . holiday-rejoicing spirit, . holiest thing alive, . holily, that wouldst thou, . holiness, in the beauties of, . holland lies, where, . hollow, all was false and, . blasts of wind, . murmurs died away in, . oak our palace is, . hollows crowned with summer sea, . hollow-eyed, sharp-looking, . holly branch on the old oak wall, . holy angels guard thy bed, . ground, call it, . haunted ground, . text around she strews, . time is quiet as a nun, the, . writ, old odd ends stolen out of, . writ, proofs of, . homage, all things do her, . from contemporaries, . of a tear, the, . of thoughts unspoken, . vice pays to virtue, . worthless pomp of, . home, anchor of our peace at, . at ease, live at, . at evening's close, hie him, . behold our, . best country ever is at, . day's march nearer, . deep imaged in his soul, . draw near their eternal, . dream of, . exile from, . filled one, with glee, . god who is our, . his footsteps he hath turned, . homely features to keep, . i am going, . in a better place at, . in the ambush of my name strike, . is home though ever so homely, . is on the deep, . kiss till the cow comes, . keep his only son at, . make friends at, . makes her loved at, . man goeth to his long, . next way, farthest way about, . no place like, . of the brave, . old england is our, . on the rolling deep, . out of house and, . points of heaven and, . revered abroad and loved at, . sweet home, . that dear hut our, . there 's nobody at, . though never so homely, . to men's bosoms, . to roost, chickens come, . uneasy and confined at, . when you knock is never at, . homes, forced from their, . homeless near a thousand, . of england, the stately, . of silent prayer, eyes are, . home-bound fancy, . home-bred kine, beeves and, . home-keeping youth, . homeless near a thousand homes, . homely features to keep home, . wits, home-keeping youth have, . homer all the books you need, . deep-browed, . greece boasts her, . himself must beg, . living begged his bread, . nods, nor is it, . our poets steal from, . sometimes nods, . seven cities warred for, . homer's birth, seven cities claim, . golden chain, . lamp appeared, ere, . rule the best, . hone, i like your book ingenious, . honest and true, . as any man living, . as the world goes, . exceeding poor man, . good just and, . i am myself indifferent, . in the sight of all men, . labour bears a lovely face, . man is aboon his might, . man is the noblest work of god, . man preferred to rich, . my friends were poor but, . tale speeds best, . to be direct and, . whatsoever things are, . honester, old man and no, . honesty, armed so strong in, . corruption wins not more than, . dwells like a miser, . is his fault, . is the best policy, . neither manhood nor, . no legacy so rich as, . no, nor manhood in thee, . party, is party expediency, . spring and root of, . honey, flowing with milk and, . gather, all the day, . words sweet as, . honey and the honeycomb, . honey-dew, hath fed on, . honeyed dew, . showers, . honey-heavy dew of slumber, . honeyless, leave them, . honorable, ancient and, . honour, all is lost save, . and greatness of his name, . and shame from no condition rise, . and years, full of, . as in war, . bed of, , . but an empty bubble, . chastity of, . comes a pilgrim gray, . dead on the field of, . depths and shoals of, . faithful and clear in, . from corruption keep, . gives greatness, if, . grip, where feel your, . hath no skill in surgery, . hurt that, feels, . is a mere scutcheon, . is at the stake, . is lodged, place where, . is lost, what is left when, . is spick and span new, . is the subject of my story, . jealous in, . lies, there all the, . love obedience troops of friends, . loved i not, more, . man being in, abideth not, . mine shall be the post of, . new made, forgets men's names, . of more weight than an oath, . one vessel unto, . our fortunes and our sacred, . pension list the roll of, . perfect ways of, . pluck up drowned, . post of, is a private station, . praise and glory given, . pricks me on, . prophet not without, . public, is security, . razed from the books of, . rooted in dishonour, . set to a leg, . she knew what was, . sin to covet, if it be a, . sinks where commerce long prevails, . that part more hurts, . the king, fear god, . thy father and mother, . there comes, . to pluck bright, . turns with frown, defiant, . unto the wife, giving, . what is that word, . without deserving, . honours, bears his blushing, . more substantial, . of the dead, fading, . on its head, beauteous, . to the world, he gave his, . honour's truckle-bed, . voice, can, . honourable, men, all, . retreat, . wife, true and, . honoured bones, shakespeare's, . by strangers, . how loved how, . in his grave, . in the breach, . in their generations, . so known so, . hood, a page of, . drink with him that wears a, . hooded clouds like friars, . hoodwinked, judgment, . hoofs of a swinish multitude, . hook baited with a dragon's tail, . or crook, , . salt-fish on his, . hooks of steel, . hookas, divine in, . hook-nosed fellow of rome, . hooping, out of all, . hoops of steel, grapple them with, . three-hooped pot shall have ten, . hoop's bewitching round, . hooting at the glorious sun, . hope abandon who enter here, . against hope, , . animated by faith and, . bade the world farewell, . bate a jot of heart or, . break it to our, . cling to weakest, . constancy in wind, . could never hope too much, . deferred, . earthly, how bright soe'er, . elevates, . exiles feed on, . farewell, fear remorse, . final, is flat despair, . flag of the free heart's, . fooled with, . for a fool, more, . frustrate of his, . hath happy place with me, . heavenly, is all serene, . her to attain, . high, for a low heaven, . i laugh for, . in sure and certain, . is brightest, . is theirs by fancy fed, . is there no, the sick man said, . light of, leave the, . lighthouse looked lovely as, . like the gleaming taper, . lined himself with, . never comes that comes to all, . never to, again, . no other medicine but only, . none e'er loved without, . nor bate a jot of heart or, . of all ills that men endure, . of all who suffer, . of day, without all, . of many nations, . of my spirit, the, . of the resurrection, . of troy, astyanax the, . one only, my heart can cheer, . phantoms of, . pleasure, yet all, . prevail, let not, . prisoners of, . repose in trembling, . springs eternal, . still relies on, . strength is felt from, . tells a flattering tale, . the charmer, . the dream of those that wake, . the wretch relies on, . thou hovering angel, . thou nurse of young desire, . though hope were lost, . to attain her, . to feed on, . to have mercy, . to meet again, the, . to merit heaven, . to the end, . to write well hereafter, . told a flattering tale, . travels through, . true, is swift, . uncheered by, . we have such, . whence this pleasing, . where reason would despair, love can, . while there 's life there 's, . white-handed, . withering fled, . world will disagree in faith and, . hopes, airy, my children, . be filled, with better, . belied our fears, . crawling upon my startled, . laid waste, . like towering falcons, . mortal, defeated, . my fondest, decay, . of future years, . of living, high, . sordid, and vain desires, . startled, . stirred up with high, . tender leaves of, . hope's perpetual breath, . tender blossoms, . hopeless anguish, . fancy feigned, by, . horace whom i hated so, . horatio, as just a man, . i knew him, . in my mind's eye, . thrift, thrift, . to what base uses may we return, . horatius kept the bridge, . horde, one polished, . horizon, i saw her just above the, . horn, blast of that dread, . of the hunter, . one blast upon his bugle, . pan lends his pagan, . the lusty horn, . thrice yon moon had filled her, . triton blow his wreathed, . voice of that wild, . horrible discord, brayed, . imaginings, . shadow hence, . horrid grind, one demd, . horror, nodding, . of falling into naught, . of his folded tail, . secret dread and inward, . horrors, hail, . on horror's head, . supped full with, . horse, anger is like a full hot, . call me, . cart before the, . dark, . give me another, . gray mare the better, . little dearer than his, . look a gift, in the mouth, . lost for want of a shoe, . made fat by the king's eye, . my kingdom for a, . of that colour, . one, was blind, . philosophy is a good, . ride a free, to death, . scarce would move a, . short, soon curried, . sick as a, . something in a flying, . starveth, while grass groweth, . talks of his, . that which is now a, . the taxed, . to the water, . trumpet sounds to, . horses, between two, . italy a paradise for, . oats food for, . horseback, beggar on, . sits on his, . horsed, heaven's cherubim, . horse-leech hath two daughters, . horsemanship, noble, . horsemill, perpetual rack or, . hortensius, his friend, . hose a world too wide, . hospitable thoughts intent, . hospitality, given to, . sitting with gladness, . host, himself a, . mingling with the vulgar, . of the garter, . reckoning without their, . that led the starry, . universal, up sent a shout, . ye heavenly, . hostages to fortune, . hostess' door, at mine, . without their, . hot and rebellious liquors, . cold moist and dry, . hammer your iron when it is, . haste, mounting in, . heat not a furnace too, . in the mouth, . temper leaps o'er a cold decree, . hound, hold with the, . or spaniel, . run with the, . hour, await the inevitable, . before the worshipped sun peered forth, . bounties of an, . busy with the crowded, . by his dial, . by shrewsbury clock, . catch the transient, . cloud which wraps the present, . delight my private, . evening's calm and holy, . ever thus from childhood's, . for a dark, . for one short, . friendliest to sleep, . i have had my, . if we do but watch the, . improve each shining, . in a sunny, fall off, . insects of the, . lives its little, . luckless from that, . make the coming, o'erflow, . may lay it in the dust, . nothing can bring back the, . now 's the day and now 's the, . of blind old dandolo, one, . of glorious life, one crowded, . of might, in their, . of night, the cheerless, . of night, the tranquil, . of that dundee, single, . of virtuous liberty, . one self-approving, . pensioner on the bounties of an, . rose that lives its little, . some wee short, . this consecrated, . time and the, . to hour we ripe and ripe, . to open for the world a purer, . torturing, , . troublesome insects of the, . upon the stage, frets his, . weep for the, . when god sends a cheerful, . when lovers' vows, . with beauty's chain, . wonder of an, the, . wraps the present, . hours i once enjoyed, peaceful, . mournful midnight, . of bliss, winged, . of ease, to, . of ease, woman in our, . of time, creeping, . on angel wings, . set apart for business, . seven, to law, . six, in sleep, . some wee short, . steal a few, from the night, . unheeded flew the, . waked by the circling, . wise to talk with our past, . with flying feet, . hour's talk withal, never spent an, . houris, lying with, . house and home, out of, . appointed for all living, . babe in a, . be divided against itself, . brawling woman in a wide, . chimney in my father's, . clouds that loured upon our, . dark, and long sleep, . daughter of my, . daughters of my father's, . get out of my, . ill spirit have so fair a, . is to be let for life, . like a miser in a poor, . little pleasure in the, . man's, his castle, . mansions in my father's, . moat defensive to a, . nae luck about the, . of every one as his castle, . of feasting, . of lords, honoured at the, . of mourning, better go to the, . of my friends, . of my god, . of pindarus, . of prayer, wherever god erects a, . on another man's ground, . one mind in an, . peace be to this, . prop of my, . rejects him, fired that the, . return no more to his, . set thine, in order, . shot mine arrow o'er the, . so fair a, . sole daughter of my, . to lodge a friend, . when we see the figure of the, . you take my, when you take the prop, . houses fer asonder, . mended, old, . plague o' both your, . seem asleep, the very, . thick and sewers annoy, . household, ways of her, . words, familiar as, . houseless heads, . housetop, corner of the, . housewife that 's thrifty, . how are the mighty fallen, . art thou fallen, . blest is he, . he will talk, . i pities them, . it talked, lord, . not to do it, . howards, blood of all the, . howe'er it be it seems to me, . howling of the wolf, . howls along the sky, . hub of the solar system, . huddle up their work, . hue as red as the rosy bed, . cuckoo-buds of yellow, . love's proper, . of resolution, the native, . sinuous shells of pearly, . unto the rainbow, add another, . hues, flowers of all, . like nature's, . of bliss, . were born in heaven, thy, . hug the dear deceit, we, . hugged by the old, . by the strumpet wind, . the offender, . hugs it to the last, . huldy all alone there sot, . hum, beehive's, . midst the crowd the, . no voice or hideous, . of either army sounds, . of human cities torture, . of men, the busy, . of mighty workings, . human, all that is, must retrograde, . bliss to human woe, . creatures' lives, . ends are ultimately answered, . events, course of, . face divine, . features, differences in, . form divine, . form, teemed with, . heart, naked, . hearts endure, all that, . kind, plagues and dotages of, . kindness, milk of, . life, leaves from the book of, . mind in ruins, . mortals, . nature's daily food, . offspring, true source of, . race, forget the, . race from china to peru, . soul take wing, to see the, . spark is left, nor, . thought is the process, . to err in opinion, . to err is, . to step aside is, . humanities of old religion, . humanity, aught that dignifies, . imitated abominably, . of a veined, . still sad music of, . suffering sad, . wearisome condition of, . with all its fears, . humankind, lord of, . lords of, . porcelain clay of, . humble, be it ever so, . cares and delicate fears, . heart that was, . livers in content, . none shall rule but the, . port to imperial tokay, . tranquil spirit, . wisdom is, . humbleness, whispering, . humility and modest stillness, . is a virtue all preach, . like the virtue of, . pride that apes, , . proud in, . that low sweet root, . humorous ladyship, . sadness, wraps me in, . sigh, very beadle to a, . humour, career of his, . of it, there 's the, . such as distils from gods, . the only test of gravity, . void of wit and, . was ever woman in this, won, . humours, in all thy, . turn with climes, . huncamunca's eyes, in, . hundred and fifty ways, . isles, throned on her, . while one might tell a, . years are gone, when a, . hung be the heavens with black, . over her enamoured, . with grooms and porters, . hungarian wight, . hunger, food that appeases, . if thine enemy, feed him, . is the teacher of arts, . obliged by, . two weak evils age and, . hungry as the grave, . judges, . lean-faced villain, . look, a lean and, . sinner, the, . hunt for a forgotten dream, . in fields for health unbought, . it in the dark, . hunter and the deer a shade, , . horn of the, . mighty, prey was man, . hunting amusement of english gentlemen, . labour of savages of north america, . which the devil designed, . hunts in dreams, like a dog, . huntsman his pack, as a, . hurly-burly 's done, when the, . hurrah for the next that dies, . hurry, in haste but never in a, . hurry-scurry helter-skelter, . hurt cannot be much, . he that sweareth to his own, . more afraid than, . of the inside, . past all surgery, . that honour feels, . hurtles in the darkened air, . husband cools, ne'er answers till a, . frae the wife despises, advices the, . lover may be lost in the, . she commandeth her, . such duty woman oweth to her, . truant, should return, . husband's eye, lovely in her, . heart, level in her, . husbanded and so fathered, . husbandman, life of the, . husbandry, dulls the edge of, . in heaven there 's, . hush my dear lie still, . hushed be every thought, . in grim repose, . huswife's wool, tease the, . hut, he made him a, . love in a, . that dear, our home, . huzzas, loud, . hyacinthine locks, . hydras and chimæras dire, . hyena, voice of the, . hymn affords, fineness which a, . its low perpetual, . to his own death, , . hyperion to a satyr, . hyperion's curls, . hypocrisy, an organized, . is the homage, . of a bishop, . hypocrites, cant of, . hypocritic tear, . hyrcan tiger, . hyssop, from the cedar to the, . hysterica passio, down, . i am here i shall remain, . am no orator, . am sir oracle, . am the state, . came i saw i conquered, . have nothing i owe much, . know not i ask not, . love it i love it, . iago, the pity of it, . ice, be thou chaste as, . fortune's, to virtue's land, . in june, seek, . motionless as, . starve in, . thick-ribbed, . to smooth the, . iceland, no snakes in, . icicle, chaste as the, . icily regular splendidly null, . icy hands, death lays his, . idea, american, . he had only one, , . of her life shall sweetly creep, . possess but one, . teach the young, . ideas, man of nasty, . who sung divine, . ides are come, . of march, beware the, , . idiot, tale told by an, . idle as a painted ship, . brain, children of an, . hands to do, mischief for, . thunder in his lifted hand, . toil does not come to help the, . waste of thought, . whom the world calls, . wild and young, . wind, pass by me as the, . wishes, stay in, . idleness an appendix to nobility, . bread of, . frivolous work of polished, . penalties of, . to eat his heart away, . idler, busy world an, . is a watch, . idly spoken, word so, . idolatry, god of my, . idols to the moles and bats, . if any speak, . is the only peacemaker, . it be now 't is not to come, . much virtue in, . she be not so to me, . there be or ever were, . we do meet again, . we should fail, . ignis aurum probat, . ignominious heads, hide their, . ignominy sleeps with thee, . ignorance, bonds of, . distinguished for, . folly and, . is bliss, 't is folly to be wise, . it was a childish, . knew nothing but the fact of his, . knowledge from, . let me not burst in, . let, talk as it will, . man sedate in, . mother of devotion, . of the law excuses no man, . of wealth, best riches, . our comfort flows from, . plays the chief part among men, . the one only evil, . ignorant despise education, the, . in foreboding evil, . in spite of experience, . of anything, be not, . of what he 's most assured, . to be conscious you are, . ignorantly read, blockhead, . il dolce far niente, . iliad and odyssey, . ilium, topless towers of, . ill, better made by, . can he rule the great, . crowning good repressing, . deeds-done, makes, . fares the land, . final goal of, . good and, together, . goodness thinks no, . habits gather by unseen degrees, . make themselves strong by, . news goes quick, . nothing becomes him, . nothing, can dwell in such a temple, . seal up the avenues of, . shapes of, may hover, . sovereign o'er transmuted, . spirit have so fair a house, . the good are better made by, . transmuted, . weed groweth fast, . where no ill seems, . wind blows no man to good, . wind that bloweth no man to good, . wind turns none to good, . ills, bear those, we have, . betide, resigned when, . cure for life's worst, . flood of mortal, . love on through all, . of life, victorious o'er a' the, . that men endure, of all, . the scholar's life assail, what, . to come, no sense of, . to hastening, a prey, . what mighty done by woman, . ill-favoured faults, . thing but mine own, . illiterate him from your memory, . ill-luck, as, would have it, . never comes alone, . people fond of, . ill-seeming thick, . ill-used ghost, like an, . illumed the eastern skies, . illumine, what in me is dark, . illusion given, for man's, . illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, . predecessor, , . spark, the parson, . image, cherished thine, . of bloody mary, . of eternity, time is the, . of god in ebony, . of good queen bess, . twofold, we saw a, . images and precious thoughts, . in golden coats, like, . imaginary joys pursues, . imagination, abhorred in my, . all compact, are of, . boast, can, . bodies forth the forms of things, . cold and barren, . comparisons of a disturbed, . indebted to his, for his facts, . into his study of, . like the wings of an ostrich, . of a feast, bare, . so fair to fond, . solitude needful to the, . such tricks hath strong, . to sweeten my, . trace the noble dust, . travelling is to regulate, . imaginations are as foul, . imagining fear in the night, . imaginings, horrible, . imbower, high over-arched, . imitated humanity abominably, . imitates nature, art, . imitation is the sincerest flattery, . immediate jewel of their souls, . immemorial elms, . immense pleasure to come, . imminent deadly breach, . immodest words, . immoral thought, not one, . immortal as they quote, . beauty awakes, . blessing from her lips, . crown, . fame gives, . fire, spark of that, . garland is to be run for, . gods i crave no pelf, . hate and courage, . longings in me, . mind remains, the, . names, one of the few, . noon, heaven's, . part of myself, have lost the, . reign, where saints, . scandals fly, . sea, sight of that, . song, wanted one, . souls, such harmony is in, . that the soul was, . though no more, . verse, married to, , . with a kiss, make me, . youth, flourish in, . immortality, born for, . he ne'er is crowned with, . longing after, . quaff, and joy, . to die aspiring, . immortals never appear alone, . immovable, infixed to pine, . imparadised in one another's arms, . impartial laws were given, by whom, . impeachment, own the soft, . impearls on every leaf, . impediment, marched on without, . impediments, admit, . in fancy's course, . to great enterprises, . imperceptible water, . imperfect offices of prayer, . imperfections on my head, . pass my, by, . imperial ensign high advanced, . fancy, his, . oxlips and the crown, . theme, swelling act of the, . tokay, humble port to, . votaress passed on, . imperious cæsar dead, . impious in a good man, . men bear sway, . importance, matters of, . important day, the great the, . imports the nomination, what, . importunate, rashly, . importune, too proud to, . imposes an oath, he that, . imposition of a mightier hand, . impossibility, metaphysical, . impossible, because it is, . few things, to diligence, . for a man to be cheated, . not, though hard to master, . nothing is, . she, that not, . that is not physically, . to be soiled, truth is, . to please all the world, . what 's, can't be, . impotence of woe, raging, . impotent conclusion, . impregns the clouds, when jupiter, . imprisoned in the viewless winds, . wranglers, set free the, . imprisonment, penury and, . improbable fiction, condemn it as, . improve each moment, . each shining hour, . impulse from a vernal wood, one, . quench appetite check, . slave of circumstance and, . impunity, ravage with, . in god is our trust, . pace ut sapiens, . inaction disciplined, . inactivity, masterly, . inanimate grieves, if aught, . inaudible foot of time, . incapable of a tune, . of relishing wit, . of stain, . incarnadine, multitudinous seas, . incarnation of fat dividends, . incense, gods themselves throw, . of the heart, , . incense-breathing morn, . incensed, odours most fragrant when, . with indignation, . inch, every, a king, . every, that is not fool, . give an, he 'll take an ell, . i 'll budge an, . i will not retreat a single, . of joy, one, . thick, let her paint an, . inches, die by, . incidis in scyllam, . inclination gets the better of judgment, . leads, read as, . inclined, to embrace me she, . income at its heels, . tears, her, . incomparable oil macassar, . incompleteness, goodness flowed around our, . inconsequence, fortuitous, . inconsistencies of opinions, . inconsistent man, . inconsolable to the minuet, . inconstant moon, . increase, god gave the, . of appetite grew by what it fed on, . to her truth, time brings, . incredulity, knowledge lost by, . ind, wealth of ormus and of, . indebted and discharged at once, . to his memory, . indemnity for the past, . independence be our boast, let, . let me share, thy spirit, . now and forever, . indestructible, love is, . states, union of, . index, dab at an, . of a mind, the marble, . thunders in the, . index-learning, . india's coral strand, . indian, like the base, . lo the poor, . steep, on the, . indictment against a whole people, . indies, wealth of the, . indifference, cold, . to the concerns of man, . indifferent honest, i am myself, . indifferently, we have reformed that, . indignation, incensed with, . indistinct as water in water, . indocti discant et ament, . indolent vacuity of thought, . indued with sanctity of reason, . indus to the pole, . inebriate, cheer but not, , . inestimable stones, . inevitable, arguing with the, . hour, await the, . inexorable scourge, . inexplicable dumb-shows, . infamous are fond of fame, . rich quiet and, . thing, crush the, . infamy, who prefer any load of, . infancy, age most remote from, . heaven around our, . heaven lies about us in, . old age is most remote from, . the babe she lost in, . infant crying for the light, . crying in the night, . mewling and puking, . infants, canker galls the, . infant's breath, regular as, . infected, all seems, . infection, fortress against, . infernal, newspapers are, . infidel as a dog is an infidel, . now, i have you on the hip, . worse than an, . infidels adore, jews kiss and, . infinite day excludes the night, . deal of nothing, speaks an, . in faculty, . jest, fellow of, . riches in a little room, . the cause of all things, . variety, nor custom stale her, . wrath and despair, . infirm of purpose, . infirmities, bear his friend's, . infirmity of noble mind, . infixed and frozen round, . inflexible in faith, . inflict, those who, must suffer, . influence, bad, . of example, salutary, . shed their selectest, . unawed by, . whose bright eyes rain, . influences of pleiades, sweet, . servile to the skyey, . information, know where we can find, . infortune, worst kind of, . inglorious arts of peace, . milton, some mute, . ingloriously, we do, . ingratitude, besotted base, . of men, . thou marble-hearted fiend, . unkind as man's, . ingredient is a devil, the, . ingredients, commends the, . ingress into the world, man's, . inhabit this bleak world, . where eyes did once, . inhabitants, look not like, . inherit, all which it, shall dissolve, . inhuman, ev'y thin' thet 's done, . inhumanity to man, man's, . inimitable his deeds, . iniquity, that grey, . injure you, i ne'er could, . injured, forgiveness to the, . hate whom they have, , . lover's hell, jealousy, . injurious, beauty though, . injury, adding insult to, . injustice, corrupted with, . jealousy is, . rigorous, is rigorous law, . swift erect, . to beasts, man's, . ink, gall enough in thy, . he hath not drunk, . small drop of, . that never saw pen and, . inky cloak, not alone my, . inland far we be, though, . inmate of the skies, some, . inn, die in an, . happiness produced by a good, . take mine ease in mine, , . to gain the timely, . warmest welcome at an, . inn's worst room, . innocence and health, . closing up his eyes, . glides in modest, . her, a child, . mirth and, . of love, dallies with the, . our fearful, . innocency next thing to confession, . innocent as gay, . flower, look like the, . lamb, skin of an, . minds, . nose, coursed down his, . of the knowledge, be, . shall not be, . shames, a thousand, . sincere officious, . sleep, . though free, . within is armed without, . innocuous desuetude, . innumerable as the stars, . bees, murmuring of, . caravan, join the, . inoffensive pace, . inordinate cup is unblessed, . insane root, . insanity, power to charm, . insatiate archer, . inscription upon my tomb, no, . inscriptions, lapidary, . inscrutable invisible, . insects of the hour, . insensibility, it argues an, . inseparable, one and, . inside, hurt of the, . i am quite full, . of a church, forgotten the, . insides, carrying three, . insignificancy and an earldom, . insolence and wine, flown with, . of office, . insolent foe, taken by the, . inspiration, contortions without the, . unapprehended, . without the, . inspiring john barleycorn, . instance of itself, sends some, . instances, wilderness of single, . wise saws and modern, . instant, we rose both at an, . instil a wanton sweetness, . instinct, coward on, . of the soul, indulging every, . with music, bright gem, . instincts, a few strong, . feelings came to them like, . high, . man plant himself on his, . unawares like, . instinctive taste, an, . instruct my sorrows to be proud, . instruction, better the, . of youth, examples for the, . instructions, we but teach bloody, . instrument, god's most awful, . stringed, . sweeter than the sound of an, . to know if the moon shine, . instruments, mortal, . of darkness tell us truths, . to plague us, . insubstantial pageant faded, . insult, look that threatened, . to injury, adding, . insults unavenged, . insulting foe, to meet the, . insupportable, the unreasonable, . insurrection, nature of an, . intellect, argument and, . eye of the, . the march of, . intellectual being, would lose this, . lords of ladies, . power, the, , . intellectualized emotion, . intelligence, controlling, . intelligible forms of ancient poets, . intense, concentred in a life, . intent, on hospitable thoughts, . spur to prick the sides of my, . to do mischief, . working out a pure, . intents wicked or charitable, . intentions, hell paved with good, , . intercourse of daily life, . speed the soft, . interest of man, justice the great, . most concerned in my own, . speaks all sorts of tongues, . unborrowed from the eye, . interests, conciliation of, . interested in others, when, . interim is like a phantasma, . interlunar cave, her vacant, . intermission, sans, . interpretations, necessary to interpret, . interpreter hardest to be understood, . interred with their bones, the good is oft, . interval, lucid, . intervals, falling at, . intimates eternity to man, . intolerable deal of sack, . in almighty god, . intrusive, sorrow 's held, . intuition, passionate, . intuitions, sanctuary of the, . inurned in the sepulchre, . weep a people, . invent a shovel, . as difficult to appropriate as to, . god, necessary to, . young men fitter to, . invented history, . work, who first, . invention, art so nearly allied to, . brightest heaven of, . is unfruitful, . necessity the mother of, . of the enemy, . young must torture his, . inventions, sought out many, . inventor, return to plague the, . inverted year, ruler of the, . investigate, ability to, . things, men ought to, . investigation guided by principles, . inveterate foes saluted, . invigorated and reimpressed, . invincible in arms, . locks, shaking her, . inviolate sea, compassed by the, . invisible inscrutable, . soap, . spirit of wine, . invitation than command, more, . invited me oft, . invites you by his looks, . invoked, though oft, . inward and spiritual grace, . bruise, parmaceti for, . eye the bliss of solitude, . light, men of, . quality, do draw the, . self-disparagement, . inwardly digest, . io, a bull to beguile, . iona, ruins of, . ipsa quidem virtus, . ipse dixit, . iris, livelier, . iris' woof, spun out of, . iron, armies clad in, . bars a cage, . did on the anvil cool, . entered into his soul, . hard crab-tree and old, . is hot, strike while the, . meddles with cold, . nor any tool of, . sharpeneth iron, . shuts the golden opes, . sleet of arrowy shower, . tears down pluto's cheek, . tongue of midnight, . when it is hot, hammer your, . with a rod of, . written with a pen of, . irons in the fire, two, . iron-bound bucket, . irrecoverably dark, . irreligious man, . irrepressible conflict, . is she not passing fair, . island, bulwark of our, . tight little, . islands lift their fronded palms, . round many western, . island-valley of avilion, . isle, fast-anchored, . in baiæ bay, . in the far-off seas, . it frights the, . of beauty fare thee well, . on a lone barren, . scio's rocky, . this sceptred, . isles of greece, the, . ships that sailed for sunny, . that o'erlace the sea, . throned on her hundred, . when we shall touch the happy, . islington, village less than, . israel, i arose a mother in, . jephthah judge of, , . of the lord beloved, when, . sweet psalmist of, . was from bondage led, when, . issues good or bad, . touched but to fine, . isthmus, this narrow, . it is this it is this, . might do good, some said, . might have been, . must be so, . were all one, . italia o italia, . italian priest, . italy a hell for women, . a paradise for horses, . linking our england to his, . my italy, . some jay of, . venice the masque of, . itch of disputing, . itching palm, . iteration, thou hast damnable, . ithuriel with his spear, . ivory, in ebony as if done in, . ivy green, rare old plant is the, . ivy-branch over the wine, . jack, banish plump, . life of poor, . loved his friend, . robinson, could say, . shall pipe and gill shall dance, . spanking, . jackdaws, eagles to fight, . jacksonian vulgarity, the, . jacob's ladder, talk to him of, . voice, the voice is, . jade, arrant, on a journey, . let the galled, wince, . jail, in a ship is being in a, . patron and the, . jangled out of tune, . janus, two-headed, . jargon of the schools, , . jaundiced eye, all yellow to the, . javan or gadire, bound to, . jaws of darkness to devour it up, . of death, , , . ponderous and marble, . je crains dieu, . je ne vous aime pas, . jealous in honour, . one not easily, . jealousy, beware my lord of, . full of artless, . is cruel as the grave, . is injustice, . the injured lover's hell, . jean, farewell to my, . jacques rousseau, ask, . jeffersonian simplicity, the, . jehovah has triumphed, . jove or lord, . jehu, like the driving of, . jenooary, streams snow-hid in, . jephthah judge of israel, , . jericho, tarry at, . jerusalem, if i forget thee, . jeshurun waxed fat, . jessamine, pale, . jesses were my dear heart-strings, . jest and riddle of the world, . and youthful jollity, . be laughable, nestor swear the, . bitter is a scornful, . fellow of infinite, . it would be a good, forever, . life is a, . put his whole wit in a, . unseen inscrutable, . jests at scars that never felt a wound, . indebted to his memory for, . jesting with edge tools, . jest's prosperity lies in the ear, . jet, pansy freaked with, . jew, else i am a, . hath not a, eyes, . i am an ebrew, . i thank thee, . that shakespeare drew, . jews might kiss, cross which, . jewel, consistency thou art a, . discretion thou art a, . experience be a, . have i caught my heavenly, . in an ethiope's ear, . in his head, wears a precious, . lies within our breast, this, . of gold in a swine's snout, . of the just, . of their souls, . rich in having such a, . jewels five words long, . in the carcanet, . into a garret, nature never put her, . of the mine, bright, . unvalued, . jewelled mass of millinery, . jewish gaberdine, . jingling of the guinea, . jingo, by the living, . job, as to a pitiful, . jock be aye sticking in a tree, . jocund day stands tiptoe, . john barleycorn, bold, . naps of greece, . of gaunt, old, . p. robinson he, . print it, some said, . johnson a classic in his own age, . join in hand, then, . joined together, god hath, . joiner squirrel or old grub, . joint labourer with the day, . of mutton, . time is out of, . joke, college, to cure the dumps, . gentle dulness ever loves a, . into a scotch understanding, . many a, had he, . jokes, wooden shoes are standing, . jollity for apes, . i live in the crowd of, . jest and youthful, . tipsy dance and, . jolly miller, there was a, . place in times of old, . joly whistle, wel ywette, . jonathan, saul and, . jonson knew the critic's part, . rare ben, . jonson's learned sock, . jot of heart, nor bate a, . journey, agreeable companion on a, . arrant jade on a, . good company in a, . like the path to heaven, . on sundays, begin a, . journeys end in lovers meeting, . journeymen, nature's, . jove alone endued the soul, . daughter of, . for his power to thunder, . gave us life, when, . laughs at lovers' perjuries, , . lifts the golden balances, . like a painted, . some christened, . the front of, himself, . the poor are sent by, . to those we give is lent to, . weighs affairs of earth, . young phidias brought his awful, . jove's dread clamours, . joy ambition finds, such, . and bliss that poets feign, . and everlasting love, . and love triumphing, . apprehend some, . asks if this be, . ballad-singer's, . be unconfined, let, . be wi' you a', . behind, and my, . brightens his crest, . cease every, . checkered paths of, . comes grief goes, . current of domestic, . envy withers at another's, . eternal and everlasting love, . forever dwells, where, . forever, thing of beauty is a, . how pure the, . is the sweet voice, . marcellus feels more true, . mother's pride father's, . o'erflow with, . of evils past, . of heaven to earth come down, . of the whole earth, . of the whole table, . of youth and health, . of youthful sports, . oil of, for mourning, . one inch of, . pain for promised, . present, therein i find, . quaff immortality and, . remember days of, . renews the life of, . riding is a, . rises in me, . shouted for, . smiles of, the tears of woe, . snatch a fearful, . so seldom weaves a chain, . some bringer of that, . sunshine and the heartfelt, . sweeten present, . the luminous cloud, . the perfectest herald of, . the world can give, not a, . turns at the touch of, . we wear a face of, . which warriors feel, the stern, . who ne'er knew, . widow's heart to sing for, . would win, all who, . joys, africa and golden, . all we have our youth our, . blest with some new, . departed not to return, . flow from our own selves, . of other years, . of sense, all the, . pursues imaginary, . remembered, are never past, . society's chief, . such present, . that came down shower-like, . that faded like morning dew, . three parts pain, be our, . to rob us of our, . too exquisite to last, . we dote upon, fading are the, . with age diminish, do your, . joy's delicious springs, . joyful in the day of prosperity, be, . let the poet be, . school days, my, . joyfulness of a man, . joyous prime, . the birds, . time will not be staid, . judas had given them the slip, . judea stretches far, wild, . judee, down in, . judex damnatur, . judge, amongst fools a, , . an upright learned, . in his own cause, , . neutrality of an impartial, . not by appearance, . not of a man before he dieth, . of all things, . of israel, jephthah, , . of the man, mind is the, . of truth, sole, . sober as a, . you as you are, . judges alike of the facts and laws, . all ranged a terrible show, . fool with, . hungry, soon the sentence sign, . judge's robe, the, . judgment, a daniel come to, . book, leaves of the, . day, waiting the, . defend against your, . faculty that forms thy, . falls upon a man, we say, . fled to brutish beasts, . green in, when i was, . guide his bounty, gives not till, . he which is the top of, . hoodwinked, surrender, . inclination gets the better of, . man's erring, . of any man or thing, right, . reserve thy, . shallow spirit of, . suspension of, . vulgarize the day of, . we still have, here, . when the, 's weak, . young in limbs old in, . judgments as our watches, , . men's, are a parcel of their fortunes, . judicious care, with, . drank and daring dined, . grieve, make the, . juggling fiends no more believed, . juice, bee buried in its own, . divine nectareous, . nectarean, . julep, this cordial, . julia, lips of, . juliet is the sun, . juliet's hand, white wonder of, . julius fell, ere the mightiest, . ye towers of, . july, second day of, . warmth of its, . jump the life to come, . june, leafy month of, . rose newly sprung in, . seek ice in, . what so rare as a day in, . juno smiles, jupiter on, . juno's eyes, lids of, . unrelenting hate, . jupiter a bull to beguile io, . in the shape of amphitrio, . on juno smiles, . juries, trial by, . jurisprudence, gladsome light of, . jury passing on the prisoner's life, . jurymen may dine, . just, actions of the, . and mightie death, . and right, grounded on, . are the ways of god, . as the twig is bent, . battled for the true the, . be, and fear not, . god forgive, . he was a good man and a, . hint a fault, . jewel of the, . knows and knows no more, . less than sage, . memory of the, is blessed, . men, spirits of, . our cause is, . path of the, . prosperous to be, . remembrance of the, . the gods are, . whatever is is in its causes, . justice a debt put off with ease, . as uncompromising as, . be thy plea, . conquers evermore, . course of, . even-handed, . in fair round belly, . love of, . mercy seasons, . of my quarrel, . poetic, with lifted scale, . rails upon yond thief, . revenge a kind of wild, . shall be done, . the great interest of man, . to all men, equal and exact, . to be patient is a branch of, . truth the handmaid of, . unwhipped of, . virtue of the soul, . which the, which the thief, . with mercy i shall temper, . justifiable to men, . justified of her children, . justify the means, the end must, . the ways of god to men, . jutty frieze buttress, no, . juvenal, most bucolical, . juventus mundi, . katerfelto with hair on end, . kathleen mavourneen, . keel, and sail on even, . she steadies with upright, . keep clean as fruit, . moving, push on, . no bad company, . step to the music of the union, . the word of promise to our ear, . thy shop and thy shop will keep thee, . who can, they should, . your powder dry, . keeper, am i my brother's, . ken, far as angels', . kendal green, knaves in, . kennin' wrang, gang a, . kepen wel thy tonge, . kept the faith, i have, . kettle black, pot calls the, . kew, his highness' dog at, . key, in a bondman's, . shakespeare unlocked his heart with this, . that opes the palace, . keys, clutch the golden, . of all the creeds, . peter's, . two massy, he bore, . keystane o' night's black arch, . kibe, galls his, . kick against the pricks, . in that part more hurts honour, . may kill a sound divine, . me down stairs, why did you, . their owners over, . kicks, from crowns to, . kicked until they can feel, . waxed fat and, . kickshaws, little tiny, . kid, lie down with the, . kidney, man of my, . kill a man as a good book, . a sound divine, . princes privileged to, . the bloom before its time, . thee a hundred and fifty ways, . time, how to, . too apt before to, . kin, little more than, . neither kith nor, . prohibited degrees of, . the whole world, . kind and gentle heart, he had a, . as kings upon their coronation day, . base in, . be to her virtues very, . best in this, . cruel only to be, . deeds with coldness, . enjoy her while she's, . hearts are more than coronets, . kiss before we part, one, . lost him half the, . makes one wondrous, . more than kin and less than, . of alacrity in sinking, . of easiness, lend a, . of excellent dumb discourse, . of good deed to say well, . of grace, sweet attractive, . of heaven to be deluded by him, . of semi-solomon, . of ways, newest, . porcelain clay of human, . to her virtues, . to my remains, . will creep where it may not go, . yet was he, . kinds, lilies of all, . kindest man, the, . kindle soft desire, . kindled by the master's spell, . kindles false fires, . wantonness in clothes, . kindlier hand the eager heart, . kindling her undazzled eyes, . kindly, frosty but, . fruits of the earth, . had we never loved sae, . kindness, greetings where no, is, . law of, . little deeds of, . milk of human, . nameless acts of, . save in the way of, . to his majesty, . who does a, . kindnesses, do me some mischief for these, . she doeth little, . kindred points of heaven, . kine, beeves and home-bred, . king, balm from an anointed, . cambyses' vein, . cat may look on a, . city of the great, . conscience of the, . contrary to the, . cophetua loved, . cotton is, . drinks to hamlet, . equals the shepherd with the, . every inch a, . expedients with such a, . farewell, . fellow with the best, . first who was, . god bless the, . god save our gracious, . god save the, . great as a, . here lies our sovereign, . himself, greater than the, . himself has followed her, the, . if chance will have me, . if i were tedious as a, . i 'll call thee hamlet, . is dead long live the king, . long live our noble, . long live the, . lustre that surrounds a, . never dropped out of the clouds, . not only hating david but the, . of day, powerful, . of england cannot enter, . of france went up the hill, . of good fellows, . of shreds and patches, . of snow, mockery, . of terrors, . pageantry of a, . reigns but does not govern, . ruin seize thee ruthless, . shake hands with a, . state without, or nobles, . stephen was a worthy peer, , . such divinity doth hedge a, . under which, bezonian, . was a' for our rightful, . when george the third was, . who pretender is and who, . who would wish to be thy, . worm that hath eat of a, . kings and republics, farce of, . are like stars, . can cause or cure, . come bow to it, bid, . death lays his icy hands on, . dread and fear of, . enthroned in the hearts of, . for such a tomb would die, . guilt of eastern, . he shall stand before, . invest knights and barons, . it makes gods, . may be blest, . may love treason, . meaner creatures, . of brentford, two, . of modern thought are dumb, . pride of, the, . princes are the breath of, . reigned in green palaces, . right divine of, . ruined sides of, . setter up and puller down of, . showers on her, barbaric pearl, . stories of the death of, . this royal throne of, . upon their coronation day, . will be tyrants from policy, . would not play at, . king's bench walks, chambers in, . creation, you may be of the, . crown, not the, . english, abusing the, . every subject's duty is the, . eye, horse made fat by the, . name a tower of strength, . stamp, 't is not the, . kingdom for a horse, . good man possesses a, . good mind possesses a, . like to a little, . my large, for a little grave, . my mind to me a, is, . kingdom come, 't was kin' o', . kingdoms, god has sifted three, . kingly crown, likeness of a, . line in europe, the longest, . kinship, things that have, . kirk, the near to, from god more far, . kiss but in the cup, leave a, . drew my soul with one long, . had won, many a loving, . immortal with a, . long long, . me and be quiet, . me sweet-and-twenty, . of youth and love, . one kind, before we part, . she with traitorous, . snatched hasty, . the place to make it well, . till the cow comes home, . to every sedge, giving a gentle, . which jews might, . kisses bring again, my, . dear as remembered, . first invented, . from a female mouth, . tears and smiles, . thinking their own, sin, . kissed, courtesied when you have, . lips that i have, . the ground, . kitchen bred, in the, . ruled the rost in the, . kites or crows, wars of, . kith nor kin, neither, . kitten, i had rather be a, . knave best defence against knave, . he is an arrant, . how absolute the, is, . more, than fool, , . rascally yea-forsooth, . thank god you are rid of a, . that wears a title lies, . knaves, flatter, or lose his pension, . he called them untaught, . in kendal green, . little better than false, . whip me such honest, . kneaded clod, to become a, . knee, his head on his, . pregnant hinges of the, . knees, bow stubborn, . down on your, . man at arms must serve on his, . on parent, . saint upon his, . kneeling take aim, . knell is rung by fairy hands, . of parting day, . overpowering, . sighed at the sound of a, . sound like a rising, . that summons thee to heaven, . the pall the bier, . the shroud the mattock the, . knells call heaven invites, . in that word alone, . to a world of death, . us back, each matin bell, . knew, all declared how much he, . himself to sing, . more, no man spoke less and, . that before you were born, . that one small head could carry all he, . thee but to love thee, . what 's what, . knife, blood will follow the, . carved upon it with a, . to thy throat, put a, . war even to the, . knight, a prince can make a belted, . parfit gentil, a veray, . pricking on the plain, . knights, accomplishing the, . barons kings can invest, . carpet, . knight's bones are dust, . knightly counsel, . knitters in the sun, spinsters and, . knives, hands made before, . knock and it shall be opened, . as you please, , . at my ribs, make my heart, . it never is at home, . the breast, nothing to, . knocks, apostolic blows and, . open locks whoever, . knock-down argument, . knocker, tie up the, . knolled to church, bells have, . knot in a bulrush, . of roots, man is a, . unloose the gordian, . knotted and combined locks, . oak, to bend a, . know a subject ourselves, . a trick worth two of that, . all words are faint, . all ye need to, . does both act and, . enough for man to, . everything except myself, . happier than i, . her own, so well to, . her was to love her, . him no more, shall, . how frail i am, . how little can be known, . how sublime a thing it is, . it is not safe to, . knowledge is ourselves to, . me, not to, . me, when it came to, . men who their duties, . mine end, make me to, . myself, not if i, . not i ask not, . not for what he was made, . not what, to be we, . not what 's resisted, . not what we may be, . nothing really, we, . one's self, difficult to, . or dream or fear all we, . reason but from what we, . that deformed, i, . that i love thee, . thee not, who, . their own good, how few, . their rights, men who, . then thyself, . thought so once now i, . thyself, . thyself and nothing too much, . to esteem to love, . we believe what we least, . we loved in vain, . what we are, . what were good to do, . where to find information, . where'er i go, yet i, . ye the land of cypress and myrtle, . knowing dare maintain, . that they know nothing, . knowledge, ample page of, . and timber, . be innocent of the, . book of, . by suffering entereth, . comes but wisdom lingers, . diffused, immortalizes itself, . evergreen tree of, . from ignorance, . great step to, . grow from more to more, let, . he that hath, . he that increaseth, . increaseth strength, . in excess, desire of, . is but sorrow's spy, . is of two kinds, . is ourselves to know, . is power, . is proud, . is the one only good, . is the only fountain, . lost by incredulity, . manners must adorn, . more than equivalent to force, . multiplieth words without, . night unto night showeth, . not according to, . of divine things, . of what is excellent, . out-topping, . shall be increased, . spirit of, . sweet food of sweetly uttered, . the fountain of human liberty, . too high the price for, . true, leads to love, . under difficulties, . we must snatch half our, . known, to be forever, . too late, . knows and knows no more, . no man distinctly, . not till he tries, . knuckle-end of england, . kosciusko fell, shrieked as, . kubla khan, . laborin' man an' woman, . laborious at the first ascent, . days, to live, . labour and intent study, . and sorrow, their strength is, . and to wait, learn to, . bears a lovely face, . capital solicits the aid of, . cheers the tar's, . ease and alternate, . for his pains, , . for my travail, i have had my, . good week's, . hard, difficulty and, . in his vocation, . is but a sorrowful song, . is done, and, . is independent and proud, . is the lot of man, . many still must, for the one, . mountain in, , . of an age in piled stones, . of love, . we delight in physics pain, . what to speak, . why should life all be, . work under our, grows, . youth of, with age of ease, . labours and peregrinations, . mourn, our fruitless, . the line too, . to tax our, . labour's bath, sore, . laboured not for myself, . nothings, such, . labourer is worthy of his hire, . labourers are few, . labouring incessant, . man, sleep of a, . laburnum's dropping gold, . lace, hedgehogs dressed in, . lacedæmonians and the enemy, . lack, i have they, . of argument, . of kindly warmth, . of many a thing, . of wit, plentiful, . lacked and lost we rack the value, . lackest, mind not what thou, . lack-lustre eye, looking on it with, . lad of mettle a good boy, . ladder, jacob's, . of our vices, . who ascended fame's, . young ambition's, . ladies, a lion among, . be but young and fair, . fond of the company of, . good night sweet, . intellectual, lords of, . make nets and not cages, . over offended, . sigh no more, , . whose eyes rain influence, . ladies' love, unfit for, . lads and lassies in their best, . lady disdain are you yet living, . doth protest too much, . faint heart ne'er won fair, . fortune, railed on, . garmented in light, . he 's dead and gone, . here come the, . is in the case, when a, . married to the moor, . of the mere, . protests too much, . so richly clad, . sweet arise, . weep no more, . who lent his, to his friend, . lady's fan, brain him with his, . ladyship, humorous, . lady-smocks all silver white, . lags the veteran, superfluous, . laid low in my grave, . on with a trowel, . lair, rouse the lion from his, . lake, pilot of the galilean, . or moorish fen, . silver, on thy fair bosom, . swan on still st. mary's, . where drooped the willow, . lamb, go to bed with the, . god tempers the wind to the shorn, . one dead, is there, . skin of an innocent, . the frolic and the gentle, . to the slaughter, as a, . una with her milk-white, . wolf dwell with the, . lambs, such protection as vultures give to, . lambe them lads, . lame and impotent conclusion, . feet was i to the, . man, living with a, . lamely and unfashionable, . lament for madam blaize, . lamp, arguments smelt of the, . ere homer's, appeared, . holds out to burn, . no, so cheering, . of experience, . that lighted the traveller, . ungirt loin and the unlit, . unto my feet, . lamps, heaven's distant, . in a green night, golden, . in sepulchral urns, . shone o'er fair women, . lancaster, time-honoured, . land, be of good cheer i see, . beside, no, . bowels of the, . darkness of the, . deal damnation round the, . fight for such a, . flowing with milk, . french have the empire of the land, . from out of foreign, . ill fares the, . into the silent, . light that never was on sea or, . madden round the, . my native, good night, . my own my native, . ocean leans against the, . o'er all the pleasant, . of bondage, out of the, . of brown heath, . of calvin and oat-cakes, . of darkness, . of drowsyhed it was, . of liberty, sweet, . of lost gods and godlike men, . of palm and southern pine, . of palm, of orange blossom, . of pure delight, . of scholars nurse of arms, . of the cypress and myrtle, . of the free, , . of the leal, in the, . of the living, . of the mountain, . of the pilgrims' pride, . or water, travel by, . plenty o'er a smiling, . rare bird in the, . rent with civil feuds, . set out to plant a wood, . shakes the turrets of the, . speed and post o'er, . stranger in a strange, . sung through every, . sunshine to the sunless, . they love their, . this delightful, . to fight for such a, . violet of his native, . what heaven hath done for this, . where my fathers died, . where sorrow is unknown, . where the lemon-trees bloom, . lands forlorn, in faery, . less happier, . lord of himself though not of, . roamed o'er many, . landing on some silent shore, . landlady and tam, . grew gracious, the, . landlord's laugh, the, . landmark, ancient, . land-rats and water-rats, . land-thieves and water-thieves, . landscape, darkened, . love is like a, . tire the view, . landsmen, list ye, all, . lane of beams athwart the sea, . straight down the crooked, . language, chatham's, . is plain, my, . nature speaks a various, . nature's end of, . no, but a cry, . o that those lips had, . of the nation, don't confound the, . quaint and olden, . under the tropic is our, spoke, . languages, have been at a feast of, . especially the dead, . languor smile, make, . lank and brown, thou art, . lap, drop into thy mother's, . in my mother's, . it in elysium, . low in glory's, they lie, . me in delight, . me in soft lydian airs, . of earth, his head upon the, . of legends old, asleep in, . of may, chills the, . of thetis, sun in the, . the lot is cast, into the, . lapidary inscriptions, . lapland night, lovely as a, . lapse of murmuring streams, . lapsing waves on quiet shores, . larch has hung his tassels, . lards the lean earth as he walks, . large elements in order brought, . so rudely and so, . was his bounty, . large-brained woman, . large-hearted man, . lark at heaven's gate sings, . no, more blithe than he, . rise with the, , . larks, to catch, . when the skie falth, catch, . lascivious pleasing of a lute, . lash the rascals naked, . the sounding shore, . lashes, teary round the, . lass, drink to the, . is good and a glass is good, . penniless, wi' a lang pedigree, . lasses, then she made the, . last, after, returns the first, . although the, not least, . at his cross, . best gift, heaven's, . brightening to the, . comes at the, . drop in the well, . each day a critic on the, . embrace, take your, . eyes look your, . first and the, . in fight first in banquets, . in the train of night, . is best, he that comes, . legs, on his, . link is broken, . long sleep, . love thyself, . not least in love, . of all the romans fare thee well, . of earth, this is the, . out a night in russia, . pleased to the, . reader reads no more, . rose of summer, . scene of all, . sex to the, . still loveliest, . syllable of recorded time, . taste of sweets is sweetest, . the daintiest, . 't is his at, who says it best, . to lay the old aside, . words narcissa spoke, . words of marmion, . lasting rest, to their, . sweet not, . late, better, than never, , , . choosing and beginning, . into the night, so, . known too, . nothing must be done too, . too, i stayed, . too, who goes too fast, . lated traveller, now spurs the, . lately bathed, having, . later star of dawn, . times are more aged, . latin and greek, speaks, . names, all their botany, . or in greek, must come in, . small, and less greek, . soft bastard, . was no more difficile, . latter end of a fray, , . former times shake hands with, . laud than gilt o'er-dusted, . l'audace encore de l'audace, . lauded in song, many once, . laudem virtutis, . laugh a siege to scorn, . an atheist's, . and be fat, . at any mortal thing, . for hope i, . in bed we, . make the unskilful, . not granted man to, . of the vacant mind, . proper to the man to, . sans intermission, . that i may not weep, . that win, they, . the children, . thee to scorn, . to make the weeper, . to scorn, . was ready chorus, the landlord's, . where we must, . who but must, . world's dread, . laughable, swear the jest be, . laughed and danced, . consumedly, . full well they, . his word to scorn, . laugher weep, to make the, . laughing devil in his sneer, . quaffing and unthinking, . soil, paint the, . wild amid severest woe, . you hear that boy, . laughing-stock, yourself a, . laughs at lovers' perjury, , . fair, the morn, . louder than the giant, . with a harvest, earth, . laughter for a month, . for all time, . holding both his sides, . mirth and, . of a fool, . shakes the skies, . laura lay, grave where, . laurel and myrtle, groves are of, . bough, apollo's, . greener from the brows, . lavinia, she is, . law and the prophets, . and to the testimony, . as adversaries do in, . but is this, . cantilena of the, . crowner's quest, . eleven points in the, . ends where tyranny begins, . fulfilling of the, . good opinion of the, . higher than the constitution, . ignorance of the, . in calmness made, keeps the, . is a sort of hocus-pocus, . is good, the, . is nothing else but reason, . is open, the, . is perfection of reason, . it has honoured us, the, . last result of human wisdom, . law hath not been dead, the, . lawless science of our, . measure for, . murder by the, . nature's kindly, . necessity has no, . not to be heard in war, . nothing is, that is not reason, . of beauty and utility, . of kindness, . of life, progress is the, . of the medes and persians, . offends no, . old father antic the, . one element one god one, . one principle of being and one, . possession the strongest tenure of the, . preserves the earth a sphere, . reason is the life of the, . rich men rule the, . rigorous, is rigorous injustice, . seat of, is the bosom of god, . seven hours to, . sovereign, sits empress, . the, is good, . the ultimate angels', . these nice sharp quillets of the, . thought of the people shall be, . truly kept the, . unchanging, of god, . we have a measure for, . wedded love mysterious, . what plea so tainted in, . which moulds a tear, . who to himself is, . windy side of the, . world's, is not thy friend, . written and unwritten, . laws and learning, . are with us, the, . better none than too many, . breathing household, . curse on all, . facts and the, judges of the, . for the blood, . gives his little senate, , . grind the poor, . impartial, . like cobwebs, . love knoweth no, . may give us new, . nature's, lay hid in night, . new lords give us new, . of a nation, . of behaviour, the, . of conscience, . of nature, . of servitude began, . or kings can cause or cure, . repeal of bad, . true friendship's, . law's delay, the, . grave study, . lawful for me to do what i will with mine own, . lawn, rivulets hurrying through the, . saint in, . sprinkled the dewy, . sun upon the upland, . with rosy lustre, . lawns, happy fair with orchard, . lawyer, the skull of a, . without literature a mechanic, . lawyers are met, the, . cantilena of, . wrangling, . lawrie, but all sang annie, . lax in their gaiters, . lay, go forth my simple, . her in the earth, . his weary bones among ye, . like a warrior, . llewellyn's, . me down to sleep, now i, . no wagers, . not that flattering unction, . on macduff, . on that day, as she, . your golden cushion down, . lays, delight by heavenly, . le véritable amphitryon, . lea, standing on this pleasant, . the sun has left the, . winds slowly o'er the, . lead me whither thou wilt, . leadeth me beside the still waters, . leading, men of light and, . leads to bewilder, . leaf, all do fade as a, . also shall not wither, . falls with the, . impearls on every, and flower, . is lost, not a beam or, . is on the tree, the, . my days are in the yellow, . of pity writ, . perished in the green, . right as an aspen, . sere the yellow, . shall not wither, his, . turn over a new, , . upon the stream, vain as the, . was darkish and had prickles, . leafless desert of the mind, . leafy month of june, . leal, in the land o' the, . lean and hungry look, . and low ability, . and slippered pantaloon, . books, lard their, . earth, lards the, . fellow beats all conquerors, . leaned to virtue's side, . lean-faced villain, hungry, . leap into the dark, . into this angry flood, . look before you, , . to pluck bright honour, . leaps the live thunder, . leapt to life a god, . learn and inwardly digest, . craft so long to, . gladly would he, . late than never, better, . live and, . not so old but she may, . of the little nautilus, . to labour and to wait, . to read slow, . what is necessary for boys to, . learned and all drunk, . and authentic fellows, . and conned by rote, . and fair and good as she, . and wise, babylon, . chaucer, . doctors' spite, . dust, much, . length, words of, . lumber in his head, . reflect on what they knew, . roast an egg, the, . smile, make the, . sock, jonson's, . to dance, who have, . learning, become mad out of too much, . branches of, . breast where, lies, . cast into the mire, . dote on scraps of, . find time to be, . fraught with all, . has its value, . hath gained most by those books which printers have lost, . in the freshness of its youth, . is but an adjunct to ourself, . is it a time to be, . laws and, die, . little, is a dangerous thing, . love he bore to, . men of polite, . no man wiser for his, . progeny of, . somewhat good, . study of, . to misquote, just enough, . weight of, . whence is thy, . wiser grow without books, . least alone in solitude, . although the last not, . of two evils, . though last not, . leather, feet through faithless, . or prunello, . spanish or neat's, . trod upon neat's, . leave all meaner things, . her to heaven, . my character behind me, . no stone unturned, . not a rack behind, . often took, . thee, must i thus, . to speak, losers must have, . what with his toil he won, . leaven, a little, leaveneth, . earth's bitter, . leaves and roses, month of, . do cover with, . do fall, falls as the, . do hang, when yellow, . ending on the rustling, . from the book of life, . getteth short of, . have their time to fall, . low stir of, . no man has aught of what he, . of destiny, in shady, . of hopes, puts forth the tender, . of memory, the, . of the judgment book, . on trees, like, . shatter your, . spread his sweet, to the air, . thick as autumnal, , . words are like, . leaving no tract behind, . nothing in his life became him like the, it, . lebanon, like a cedar in, . led by my hand, . leda, a swan to enjoy, . leer, assent with civil, . lees, the mere, is left, . left a name behind them, . an aching void, . blooming alone, . free the human will, . hand know, let not thy, . to be finished by such as she, . undone those things, . what we, we lost, . leg, can honour set to a, . every goose can stand on one, . legs, biggest rascal on two, . in rhyme, making, . march wide betwixt the, . of time, break the, . on his last, . three frenchmen on one pair of english, . walk under his huge, . legacy, no, so rich as honesty, . legend, the city's ancient, . legends old, lap of, . legion, my name is, . leisure, forbid i should be at, . never less at, . repent at, . retired, . to contrive, . to die, so much, . wooed in haste to wed at, . leke, mouses wit not worth a, . lemon, in the squeezing of a, . twelve miles from a, . lemonade, black eyes and, . lemon-trees bloom, where the, . lend a hand, . lend your wings, . me your ears, . or to spend or to give, . you something out of my lean and low ability, . lender, borrower is servant to the, . nor borrower be, . lendeth unto the lord, . length, drags its slow, . folly's at full, . words of learned, . lengthened sage advices, . lengthening chain, . shadows, the, . leopard change his spots, . lie down with the kid, . less alone, i was never, . alone than when alone, never, . beautifully, . happier lands, . of earth in them than heaven, . of harmes two, the, . of two evils, . rather than be, . than a span, . than archangel ruined, . than kind, more than kin, . lessened by another's anguish, . lesson, caution's, scorning, . still harder, . this, seems to carry, . time has taught us a, . to the head, heart give a, . lessons, time teaches many, . let dearly or let alone, . down the curtain, . for life or years, . head to be, unfurnished, . her down the wind, . him go abroad, . him go to the devil, don't, . him now speak, . him that thinketh, . in the foe, . it be let it pass, . knowledge grow, . me hide myself in thee, . newton be, god said, . no guilty man escape, . no such man be trusted, . not the heavens hear, . not your heart be troubled, . others hail the rising sun, . the end try the man, . the toast pass, . the world slide, , , . there be light, . there be no strife, . those love now, . thy words be few, . us all to meditation, . us be merry, . us call thee devil, . us consider the reason, . us do or die, , . us eat and drink, . us have peace, . us sit upon the ground, . us talk of graves of worms, . us worship god he says, . who will be clever, . your loins be girded, . lets in new light through chinks, . me, i 'll make a ghost of him that, . lethe wharf, fat weed on, . letter, preferment goes by, . the, killeth, . letters cadmus gave, the, . heaven first taught, . man of, . man of the world among men of, . republic of, . letting i dare not, . level at, his eye doth, . so sways she, . levellers wish to level down, . lever han at his beddes hed, . of all things, mind is the, . leviathan, canst thou draw out, . levy, malice domestic foreign, . lewd fellows of the baser sort, . lexicography, lost in, . lexicon of youth, in the, . lexington and bunker hill, there is, . liar, doubt truth to be a, . of the first magnitude, . liars, all men are, . ought to have good memories, , , . libanus, like a cedar in, . liberal education, men of, . of good natural parts and of a, . soul shall be made fat, . to love her was a, . libertas et natale solum, . liberties, people never give up, . libertine, puffed and reckless, . the air a chartered, . liberty and glory of his country, . and union now and forever, . angels alone enjoy such, . cradle of american, . crimes in the name of, . crust of bread and, . enjoy delight with, . essential, . eternal vigilance is the price of, . exists in wholesome restraint, . fountain of human, . god gave us at the same time, . hour of virtuous, . i must have withal, . is in every blow, . mountain nymph sweet, . my spirit felt thee, . one of the most valuable blessings, . or death, give me, . price of, . principles of human, . spirit of, . sweet land of, . to that only which is good, . tree of, . when they cry, . liberty's tree, garden of, . unclouded blaze, . war, first touch of, . library, books from mine own, . circulating, . turn over half a, . was dukedom large enough, . libyan fable, in a, . license they mean, . lick absurd pomp, . the dust, enemies shall, . licks the dust, pride that, . the hand just raised, . lid, hang upon his penthouse, . lids, drops his blue-fringed, . of juno's eyes, . lie, children and fools cannot, . direct, the, . give the world the, . lightly, gentle earth, . most civil sort of, . much makes life itself a, . never lives to be old, . never tell a, . nothing can need a, . spit in my face if i tell a, . still and slumber, . ten nights awake, . to credit his own, . under a mistake, you, , . was dead and damned, the, . was thy dream a shadowy, . what is a, after all, . which is all a, . which is half a truth, . with circumstance, . with me, who loves to, . lies, devil author of, . down to pleasant dreams, . in his bed, . like a hedgehog, . like truth, fiend that, . some books are, . to hide it makes it two, . what is gained by telling, . lief not be as live to be, . liege of all loiterers, . life a galling load, . a little gleam of time, . above, there is a, . all labour be, why should, . all other passions fly, with, . and death, no difference between, . and liberty, god gave us, . and light, form of, . anything for a quiet, . as i have seen it in his, . as though to breathe were, . at a pin's fee, do not set my, . bane and antidote, death and, . be that which men call death, . beyond life, . blandishments of, . blessed one's, with true believing, . book of human, . bread is the staff of, , . brought dead bodies into, . calamity of so long, . can charm no more, till, . can little more supply, . cannot tell what other men think of this, . careless of the single, . care 's an enemy to, . characters from high, . charmed, i bear, . common walk of virtuous, . condemned to part with, . confined to the space of a day, . creeping where no, is seen, . crowded hour of glorious, . crown of, receive the, . daily beauty in his, . dear to me as light and, . death and, bane and antidote, . death in the midst of, . death of each day's, . death what men call, . deeds which make up, . dignity in every act of, . distasteful, have you found your, . does smack sweet, my, . dost thou love, . dreary intercourse of daily, . earliest shock in one's, . elysian, suburb of the, . every lovely organ of her, . everything advantageous to, . exempt from public haunt, . fatigued with, . fed by the bounty of earth, . flows gently on, . friend to my, . from death to, . from high, . from the dregs of, . fury slits the thin-spun, . give for his, all he hath, . god who gave us, . good man's, best portion of, . hand in hand through, . harp of, love took up the, . has passed but roughly, . hath quicksands and snares, . he passes from, . his, i 'm sure was in the right, . hour of glorious, . how good is man's, . how pleasant is thy morning, . i love a ballad in print o', . idea of her, shall sweetly creep, . in every limb, feels its, . in short measures, . in so long tendance spend, . in that state of, . in the midst of, . intense, concentrated in a, . into each, some rain, . is a battle, . is a bubble, whose, . is a jest and all things show it, . is a short summer, . is all a cheat, . is at the greatest when all is done, . is but a means unto an end, . is but a span, our, . is but a walking shadow, . is but an empty dream, . is in decrease, . is in the right, whose, . is like a winter's day, . is like the summer rose, . is love, all that, . is made of the stuff, . is of a mingled yarn, . is one demd horrid grind, . is real life is earnest, . is rounded with a sleep, . is short and the art long, . is sweet, . is this, really death, . is thorny and youth is vain, . is what our thoughts make it, . itself a lie, much makes, . lay down his, for his friends, . leaves from the book of, . let us cherish, . lies before us in daily, . like a dome, . like a thing of, . like following, . little needed to make a happy, . loathed worldly, . love of, increased with years, . luxuries of, . man's, lies within this present, . many-coloured, . map of busy, . marble softened into, . may you live all the days of your, . measure of a man's, . measured by deeds not years, . moving-delicate and full of, . my joy my, . my way of, . nobody loves, like an old man, . nor love thy, nor hate, . not a thing of consequence, . not bought with gold, . not numbered by years, . nothing half so sweet in, . nothing in his, became him, . o death in, . of a man a poem of its sort, . of a man faithfully recorded, . of care, weep away the, . of danger and hardship, . of joy, renews the, . of man brutish and short, . of man but a point of time, . of man less than a span, . of mortal breath, . of poor jack, watch for the, . of the building, stole thence the, . of the husbandman, . of the law, reason is the, . on any chance, set my, . on the ocean wave, . not the whole of, to live, . outlive his, half a year, . passing on the prisoner's, . perfected by death, . piercing the depths of, . presiding angel o'er his, . protracted is protracted woe, . pulse of, stood still, . pursue, not for nothing that we, . questioned me the story of my, . rainbow to the storms of, . sacred burden is this, . seasoned, of man, . seemed formed of sunny years, . seemed one pure delight, . sequestered vale of, , . set gray, . set upon a cast, . she was his, . short art is long, . short therefore is man's, . so dear or peace so sweet, . so his, has flowed, . so softly death succeeded, . spent worthily, . spirit giveth, . staff of my, . struggling for, . sunset of the, . sweat under a weary, . sweet civilities of, . sweetener of, . take no thought for your, . taste lifts him into, . tedious as a twice-told tale, . that dares send a challenge, . that, is long, . that lies before us, . that man liveth, . the race is a, . this house to be let for, . thou art a galling load, . thread of, wove with pain, . 't is all a cheat, . to come, expatiates in a, . to come, we 'ld jump the, . to lead a tranquil, . to live not the whole of, . took a man's, with him, . tree of, the middle tree, . trifles make, . unbought grace of, . unspotted, is old age, . useful, progressive virtue, . vanities of, forego, . variety 's the spice of, . victorious o'er all the ills of, . vital warmth that feeds my, . voyage of their, . was beauty, dreamed that, . was duty, found that, . was gentle, . was in the right, i am sure, . waste not the remnant of thy, . wave of, kept heaving, . web of our, is of mingled yarn, . were in 't, stir as, . we 've been long together, . wheels of weary, . when jove gave us, . which others pay, . while there 's, there 's hope, , . wine of, is drawn, . you take my, . your arms enfold, so dear a, . life's battle, who in, . blessings, two greatest of, . business being the terrible choice, . common way, . dark road through, . dull round, travelled, . enchanted cup, . fading space, . feast, chief nourisher in, . fitful fever, . great end which answers, . means, ravin up thine own, . morning march, . poor play is o'er, . rough sea, . small things, . star, our, . tale makes up, . tremulous ocean, . uncertain voyage, . vast ocean we sail on, . worst ills, ill cure for, . young day, love of, . life-blood of a master-spirit, . of our enterprise, . life-inclining stars, . lift her with care, . it bear it solemnly, . it up fatherly, i cannot, . slight gives the greatest, . lifts him into life, . light, a foot so, . and calm thoughts, . and choice of attic taste, . and leading, men of, . and life, dear to me as, . as air, trifles, . as if they feared the, . blasted with excess of, . burning and a shining, . by her own radiant, . children of, . common as, is love, . darkness from, . darkness visible, no, . dear as the, . dies before thy uncreating word, . dim religious, . dry, . fantastic toe, . feasting presence full of, . for after times, . form of life and, . from grave to, , . from heaven, , . gains make heavy purses, . gleaming tapers, . glides in, . hail holy, . halls of dazzling, . hate the day it lendeth, . have neither heat nor, . hebrew knelt in the dying, . his sleep was aery, . in heaven's own, . in liquid, . is as the shining, . is sweet, truly the, . lady garmented in, . let there be, . lets in new, . like a shaft of, . mellowed to that tender, . men of inward, . merely to officiate, . no, but darkness visible, . of a dark eye in woman, . of a pleasant eye, . of a whole life, . of common day, . of day, rival in the, . of heaven restore, . of hope, leave the, . of it, they made, . of jurisprudence, gladsome, . of light beguile, . of love, . of love, purple, . of morn, golden, . of other days, , . of setting suns, . of the body is the eye, . of the heaven she 's gone to, . of the mæonian star, . of the morning gild it, . of the world, ye are the, . of things, come forth into the, . of thy countenance, , . of truth, in the, . out of hell leads up to, . possessed with inward, . presence full of, . put out the, . quivering aspen, . relume, that thy, . remnant of uneasy, . restore, thy former, . rule of streaming, . scorns the eye of vulgar, . seeking light, . she fled in, away, . silver, on tower and tree, . sounds possessed with inward, . sprinkled with rosy, . stand in your own, . streakings of the morning, . such a dawn of, . sweetness and, . swift-winged arrows of, . that led astray, . that lies in woman's eyes, . that never was on sea, . that visits these sad eyes, . the one true, . the true, which lighteth, . through chinks, lets in new, . through yonder window, . to counterfeit a gloom, . to guide rod to check, . truth and noonday, . unbarred the gates of, . unreflected, . unto my path, . unveiled her peerless, . walk while ye have the, . we seek it ere it come to, . which beats upon a throne, . which heaven sheds, . which once he wore, . will repay the wrongs of night, . windows that exclude the, . within his own breast, . lights are fled whose garlands dead, . as vain as pleasures, . earthly godfathers of heaven's, . every room blazed with, . let your, be burning, . of mild philosophy, . of the world, . shifting fancies and celestial, . that do mislead the morn, . truth may bear all, . without a name, . lightens, ere one can say it, . lighter than vanity, . lighthouse looked lovely as hope, . lightly draws its breath, . from fair to fair he flew, . like a flower, . turns to thoughts of love, . lightning and the gale, . as quick as, . defence against, . does the will of god, as, . done like, . flash of the, . in the collied night, brief as the, . or in rain, in thunder, . quick as, . too like the, . vanish like, . lightnings may flash, the, . of his song, veiling the, . like as eggs, . as one pease is to another, . but oh how different, . endure the, himself, . following life, . my father, no more, . not look upon his, again, . one who treads alone, . to a little kingdom, . will to like, . liked it not, and died, . likelihood, fellow of no, . likeness of a kingly crown, . likewise, go and do thou, . lilies of all kinds, . of the field, consider the, . roses and white, . twisted braids of, . lily, a most unspotted, . fresh, thou becomest thy bed, . hand, waved her, . how sweet the, grows, . to paint the, . lima, traveller from, . limb, feels its life in every, . flowing, in pleasure drowns, . vigour from the, . limbs, decent, composed, . her gentle, did she undress, . on those recreant, . whose trembling, . will quiver after the soul is gone, . young in, . limed soul, . lime-twigs of his spells, . limit of becoming mirth, . of the world, quiet, . to the giant's strength, . limits of a vulgar fate, . stony, cannot hold love out, . limitless billows, swelling and, . limns on water, . line, cancel half a, . creep in one dull, . fight it out on this, . full resounding, . harsh cadence of a rugged, . in the very first, . lives along the, . longest kingly, . marlowe's mighty, . marred the lofty, . not one, to blot, . stretch out to the crack of doom, . too labours, the, . upon line, . we carved not a, . lines accords, soul unto the, . desert of a thousand, . in pleasant places, . let a lord once own the, . mottoes of the heart, . reading between the, . see two dull, . where beauty lingers, . where go the poet's, . lineaments, in my, they trace, . of gospel-books, . linen, dirty, to wash, . old, wash whitest, . you 're wearing out, not, . linger, do not live but, . sound which makes us, . lingering look behind, . winter, chills the lap of may, . lingers, lines where beauty, . lining, silver, on the night, . l'injure se grave en métal, . link, last, is broken, . silver, silken tie, . links, pain to break its, . linked sweetness, . with one virtue, . linnets, pipe but as the, . lion among ladies, . as a roaring, . better than a dead, . blood more stirs to rouse a, . bold as a, . breakfast on the lip of a, . from his lair, rouse the, . half appeared the tawny, . heart and eagle eye, . hungry, give a grievous roar, . in his den, beard the, . in the lobby roar, . in the way, there is a, . is in the streets, . like a bear or, . mated by the hind, . not so fierce as painted, , . pawing to get free, . righteous are bold as a, . wooes his brides as the, . lions growl and fight, . talks familiarly of, . lion's hide, thou wear a, . mane, dew-drop from the, . nerve, the nemean, . skin will not reach, . lip, between the cup and the, . contempt and anger of his, . coral of his, admires, . nectar on a, . of a lion, eat breakfast on the, . vermeil-tinctured, . lips are now forbid to speak, . beauty's ensign crimson in thy, . divine persuasion flows from his, . drop gentle words, . fevered, . from speaking guile, . had language, o that those, . heart on her, . here hung those, . immortal blessing from her, . in poverty to the very, . let no dog bark when i ope my, . man of unclean, . no sign save whitening, . of julia, . of those that are asleep, . poisoned chalice to our, . reproof on her, . she dasht her on the, . smile on her, . smily round the, . soft were those, . soul through my, . steal blessing from her, . steeped to the, in misery, . suck forth my soul, her, . take those, away, . talk of the, . that are for others, . that he has prest, . that i have kissed, . that were forsworn, . to speak, causing the, . tremble, see my, . truth from his, prevailed, . we are near, make love to the, . we love, far from the, . were four red roses on a stalk, . were red and one was thin, . whispering with white, . liquid dew of youth, . fire, glass of, . lapse of murmuring streams, . light, sparkling and bright in, . notes, . liquors, hot and rebellious, . lisped in numbers, . list list o list, . of friends, enter on my, . ye landsmen all to me, . listen when she speaks, angels, . where thou art sitting, . with credulity, ye who, . listens like a three years' child, . listened to a lute, . listening ear of night, . earth, nightly to the, . mood, in, . still they seemed to hear, . listeth, wind bloweth where it, . litel gold in cofre, . on the bible, his studie was, . literary men are a perpetual priesthood, . men, parole of, . literature consoles sorrow, . failed in, and art, . grazed the common of, . on a little oatmeal, . litigious terms, . little added to a little, . and the great, between the, . better than one of the wicked, . boats should keep near shore, . can a moment show, . contented with, . deeds of kindness, . drops of water, . earth for charity, . employment, hand of, . finger, more goodness in her, . fire kindleth, . folding of the hands, . for the bottle, . foxes that spoil the vines, . gold in coffer, . grave, my kingdom for a, . hands were never made to tear each other's eyes, . happy if i could say how much, . have, and seek no more, . here a, and there a little, . his study on the bible was, . in one's own pocket, . is better than nothing, . kingdom, like to a, . knowest thou that hast not tried, . lay up little upon a, . learning dangerous, . leaven leaveneth, . love me, love me long, , , . lower than the angels, . man, there was a, . man wants but, , . month, a, . more than a little is too much, . more than kin, . needed to make a happy life, . of this great world can i speak, . one become a thousand, . one's chair, sits in my, . one's cradle, lies in my, . said is soonest mended, , . shall i grace my cause, . sleep a little slumber, . soul let us try, . talk too much and think too, . things are great to little man, . too wise never live long, . valiant great in villany, . we see in nature that is ours, . wise the best of fools, . live all the days of your life, . alone, why should we fear to, . alway, i would not, , . and learn, . but linger, do not, . by bread alone, man shall not, . by bread only, man doth not, . by one man's will, . cleanly, leave sack and, . dare to die bear to, . disgraced, better not to live than, . good men eat to, . good world to, in, . in brass, men's evil manners, . in deeds not years, . in hearts we leave behind, . in peace, adieu, . in pleasure when i live to thee, . in snuff, rather than, . it matters not how long you, . means to, . means whereby i, . more virtue than doth, . not in myself, i, . one day asunder, . or die sink or swim, . past years again, none would, . peaceably with all men, . so may'st thou, . so wise so young never, long, . taught us how to, . teach him how to, , . thus let me, . till i were married, . till to-morrow, . to be in awe of such a thing, . to be the show and gaze, . to eat, bad men, . to fight another day, , . to, is christ, . to please must please to live, . true as i, . unblemished let me, . unseen unknown, let me, . we must eat to, . we never live but hope to, . well what thou liv'st, . while ye may happy pair, . while you live, . with me and be my love, . with the gods, . with thee and be thy love, . with them less sweet, . without thee i cannot, . lives a prayer, making their, . all that, must die, . along the line, . and dies in single blessedness, . and sacred honour, . as he ought to do, . buying men's, . contentedly, . had all his hairs been, . how a man, . join, oft a scar two, . longer, competency, . may last but never, . most who thinks most, . nine, like a cat, . of great men all remind us, . other heights in other, . pleasant in their, . sublime, make our, . to build not boast, he, . lived and loved, i 've, . and loved together, we have, . in settle's numbers, . in the eye of nature, . in the tide of times, . to-day, i have, . unknown, she, . without him, tried to, . livelier iris, . plaything, some, . live-long day, . lively sense of future favours, . to severe, grave to gay, . liveried angels, a thousand, . livers in content, with humble, . livery of heaven, stole the, . of hell, the cunning, . shadowed, of the burnished sun, . twilight gray in her sober, . living, art of, . as though no god there were, . dead man, . dog better than dead lion, . high hopes of, . house appointed for all, . land of the, . might exceed the dead, the, . mother of all, . plain, and high thinking, . will it not live with the, . with thee nor without thee, no, . llewellyn's lay, . lo the poor indian, . load a falling man, a cruelty to, . ass will not carry his, . life thou art a galling, . of infamy, any, . of sorrow, wring under the, . would sink a navy, a, . loads of learned lumber, . loaf, half a, is better than no bread, . to steal a shive of a cut, . loan oft loses itself and friend, . loathe the taste of sweetness, . loathed worldly life, . loaves, half-penny, . lobby, hear a lion in the, . lobster boiled, like a, . local habitation and a name, . lochaber, farewell to, . lochow, far cry to, . lock, cryin' at the, . such rascal counters, . locks, familiar with his hoary, . hyacinthine, . in the golden story, . invincible, . knotted and combined, . left you are gray, the few, . never shake thy gory, . nor doors nor, . pluck up drowned honour by the, . so aptly twined, . time his golden, . were like the raven, . whoever knocks open, . ye auburn, . locked lettered collar, . up from mortal eye, . up in steel, naked though, . locusts, luscious as, . lodge a friend, house to, . in a garden of cucumbers, . oh for a, . thee by chaucer, . where thou lodgest i will, . lodges, where care, . lodging-place of wayfaring men, . lodgings in a head unfurnished, . lodore, this way the water comes down at, . loftiness of thought, . lofty and sour, . designs must close in like effects, . rhyme, build the, . scene, this our, . log, tough wedge for a tough, . logic and rhetoric, . loin, the ungirt, . loins be girded, let your, . loiterers and malcontents, . loke who that is most vertuous, . london bridge, arch of, . habitation of bitterns, . has all that life can afford, . monster, . london's column pointing, . lasting shame, . lonely, i am very, now mary, . so, it was, . want retired to die, . lonesome road, like one on a, . long after it was heard no more, . be the day never so, . choosing and beginning late, . dull and old, . has it waved on high, . home, man goeth to his, . in populous city pent, . is the way and hard, . it sha'n't be, . lank and brown, . live our noble king, . live the king, , . long ago, . love me little love me, , , . may it wave, . merry as the day is, . short and the, of it, . that life is, . time ago, . long-drawn aisle, . out, linked sweetness, . longest kingly line, . longing after immortality, . feeling of sadness and, . lingering look behind, . more wavering, . why thus, . yet afraid to die, . longings, immortal, . long-lasht eyes abased, her, . long-levelled rule, . long-tailed words, . look a gift horse in the mouth, , . amaist as weel 's the new, . before and after, we, . before you ere you leap, , . beneath the surface, . brighter when we come, . drew audience, his, . ere thou leap, . forward not back, . give me a, give me a face, . here upon this picture, . in the chronicles, . into happiness through another man's eyes, . into the seeds of time, . into thy heart, , . lean and hungry, . like the innocent flower, . longing lingering, . men met with erected, . not thou upon the wine, . on her face and you 'll forget, . on it lift it bear it, . on sech a blessed cretur, . out and not in, . proudly to heaven, . round the habitable world, . so dull so dead in, . that nature wears, . that threatened insult, . through a milstone, . to have, i must not, . to the essence of a thing, . up and not down, . upon his like again, . with thine ears, . your last, . looks a queen, she, . around in fear and doubt, . clear your, . commercing with the skies, . fairest garden in her, . full assurance given by, . in the clouds, . invites you by his, . meagre were his, . of love, sidelong, . only books were woman's, . praising god with sweetest, . profound, statesmen with, . puts on his pretty, . quite through the deeds of men, . sadly upon him, . the cottage might adorn, . through nature, . up friend and clear your, . were fond and words were few, . with despatchful, . looked, no sooner, but loved, . on better days, if ever you have, . sighed and, . unutterable things, . looker-on here in vienna, . lookes, full assurance given by, . looking before and after, . ill prevail, . well can't move her, . looking-glass, court an amorous, . looming bastion, . loop, no, nor hinge, . looped and windowed raggedness, . loophole, cabined, . loopholes of retreat, . loose, all hell broke, . fast and, . his beard, . lord above, the eagle was, . among wits, . be thanked, let the, . beloved, when israel of the, . descended from above, . directeth his steps, . dismiss us with thy blessing, . fanny spins a thousand such, . gave and hath taken away, . help 'em how i pities them, . how it talked, . knows where, zembla or the, . knows who, parents were the, . lendeth unto the, . my bosom's, . my pasture shall prepare, . of all the works of nature, . of all things great, . of folded arms, . of himself that heritage of woe, . of himself though not of lands, . of humankind, . of the lion heart, . of the valley, . of thy presence no land beside, . once own the happy lines, let a, . precious in the sight of the, . present with the, . secret things belong to the, . shall hiss for the fly, . stafford mines for coal, . till his, is crucified, . vicar of the almightie, . went before them, . whom the, loveth he chasteneth, . lords, honoured at the house of, . may flourish or may fade, . new, give us new laws, . of hell, procuress to the, . of humankind, . of ladies intellectual, . of the creation, . stories, great, . wit among, . women who love their, . lord's anointed, rail on the, . anointed temple, broke ope the, . lordly dish, butter in a, . pleasure-house, . lordships' pleasures, on their, . lore, cristes, and his apostles, . mystical, . skilled in gestic, . lose good dayes, . his own soul, . it that do buy it with much care, . no man can, what he never had, . of no account what you can, . the good we oft might win, . losers must have leave to speak, . losing office, hath but a, . rendered sager by, . loss, choice of, . is no loss if unknown, . most patient man in, . no note of time but from its, . of the sun, . of time, compliments are, . of wealth is loss of dirt, . though he promise to his, . losses, fellow that hath had, . lost a day, i've, . all good to me is, . all is not, . all is, save honour, . and won, when the battle's, . and worn sooner, . battle won and battle, . being lacked and, . count that day, . him half the kind, . in lexicography, . in the sweets, . in wandering mazes, . my reputation, . no love lost, , . not, but gone before, , . praising what is, . the immortal part of myself, . the mourned the loved the, . thing not, if you have it, . think that day, . to sight to memory dear, . to sight, though thy smile be, . what though the field be, . whatsoever thing is, . when sweetest, . woman that deliberates is, . lot assigned to every man, . behold our, . blameless vestal's, . god wot as by, . how hard their, . is cast into the lap, . of man but once to die, . of man to labour, . of man to suffer and to die, . scot and, . suit thyself to thy, . though bleak our, . to find no enemies, unhappy, . to mark, has been my, . lot's wife, remember, . loth and slow, aged men, . to depart, and often took leave, . to die, wandering on as, . lothario, gay, . lotus, divine nectareous juice, . loud, curses not, but deep, . hissing urn, . laugh of the vacant mind, . roared the dreadful thunder, . yet was never, . louder but as empty quite, . love a bright particular star, . absence conquers, . absence still increases, . alas for, if thou wert all, . all hearts in, . all that life is, . all the world in, with night, . and dignity in every gesture, . and light and calm thoughts, . and then to part, . and thought and joy, . and to cherish, . are of, the food, . bashful sincerity and comely, . be younger than thyself, let thy, . begins to sicken, when, . better than secret, . bow before thine altar, . brief as woman's, . briton even in, . bud of this, . burns with one, . business that we, . but her forever, . but love in vain, . but one day, i dearly, . but only her, . can die, they sin who tell us, . can hope where reason despairs, . can scarce deserve the name, . change old, for new, . cherish and to obey, . choose by another's eyes, . common as light is, . could teach a monarch, . course of true, . dallies with the innocence of, . death forerunneth, to win, . deceives the best, . deep as first, . dispute and practice, . divine all love excelling, . each in my, alike, . ecstasy of, . endures no tie, . everlasting, . exalts the mind, how, . familiar beast to man and signifies, . fasting for a good man's, . flowers and fruits of, . free as air, . friendship constant save in, . friendship that like, is warm, . from love made manifest, . gather the rose of, . god from necessity is, . god gives us, . greater, hath no man, . greatest pain it is to, . grown to ripeness, . hail wedded, . hapless, . harvest-time of, . he bore to learning, . he spake of, . he was all for, . her, to know her was to, . her, to see her was to, . her was a liberal education, to, . him at his call, . him ere he seem worthy, . him not, sour to them that, . how should i know your true, . if i have freedom in my, . if there 's delight in, . if thou wert all, . in a dream of, melted away, . in a hut, . in every gesture dignity and, . in heavenly spirits, is there, . in such a wilderness, . in the beginning, no great, . in your hearts as idly burns, . is a boy by poets styled, . is blind and lovers cannot see, . is doomed to mourn, . is flower-like, . is grown to ripeness, when, . is heaven and heaven is love, . is indestructible, . is left alone, and, . is light from heaven, . is like a landscape, . is like a red red rose, my, . is loveliest in tears, . is nature's second sun, . is not love which alters, . is strong as death, . is sweet given or returned, . is the fulfilling of the law, . is the gift god has given, . it would conceal, . knoweth no laws, . labour of, . last not least in, . laws that, has made, . let those now, . life, dost thou, . light and calm thoughts, . light of, . like friendship steady, . live with me and be my, . live with thee and be thy, . looks not with the eyes, . lost between us, no, . maid with few to, . many waters cannot quench, . me little love me long, , , . me love my dog, . medicines to make me, . men have died but not for, . mightier far is, . mighty pain to, it is, . ministers of, . music be the food of, . must needs be blind, . my whole course of, . nature is fine in, . never doubt i, . never ebb to humble, . no fear in, . not man the less i, . now who never loved before, . o fire o, . of justice, . of life increased with years, . of life's young day, . of money the root of all evil, . of nature, in the, . of praise howe'er concealed by art, . of the turtle, . of women, alas the, . of women, passing the, . of your neighbour, . office and affairs of, . on through all ills, . on till they die, . once possessed, to regain, . one another, . only they conquer, . oyster may be crossed in, . pains of, be sweeter far, . pangs of despised, . pardon in the degree that we, . paths to woman's, . perdition catch my soul but i do, . perfect, casteth out fear, . pity 's akin to, . pity melts the mind to, . pity swells the tide of, . pleasure of, is in loving, . poet without, . power and effect of, . prize of learning, . prove variable, . purple light of, . renewal of, . renewing of, . right to dissemble your, . rules the court the camp, . seals of, but sealed in vain, . seldom haunts the breast, . she never told her, . sidelong looks of, . silence in, bewrays more woe, . sincerity and comely, . soft eyes looked, . something to, god lends us, . sought is good, . speak low if you speak, . speaks, when, . spring of, , . stony limits cannot hold, . such, as spirits feel, . taught him shame, . thank heaven for a good man's, . that can be reckoned, . that never found his earthly close, . that they sing and that they, . that took an early root, . the lion must die for, . the more, now, . the offender, . thee, but i do, . thee dear so much, . thee dearly love thee still, . thee doctor fell, i do not, . thee, i but know that i, . thee, none knew thee but to, . thee still, with all thy faults i, . their lords, women who, . their lovers, women, . they conquer, that run away, . they who inspire, . thoughts of, . thy life nor hate nor, . thy neighbour as thyself, , , . thyself last, . thyself many will hate thee, . to hatred turned, like, . to lips we are near make, . to me was wonderful, . to see all things but not my, . too divine to, . too much, who, . took up the harp of life, . triumph in redeeming, . true knowledge leads to, . truth of truths is, . tunes the shepherd's reed, . unfit for ladies', . unrelenting foe to, . waters cannot quench, . were young, if all the world and, . when i, thee not chaos is come, . whom none can, . whose eyelids dropped, . will creep in service, . with all their quantity of, . with night, all the world in, . with the innocence of, . without his wings, . woman's whole existence, . worthy of your, . wroth with one we, . your neighbour's wife, . loves, faithfull, . me best that calls me tom, . nobler cares and nobler, . suspects yet strongly, . to hear himself talk, . love's devoted flame, . holy name, . majesty, wants, . proper hue, rosy red, . wound, purple with, . young dream, . loved and lost, better to have, . and still loves, . arts which i, . ashamed of being, . at first sight, , . at home, revered abroad, . but one, sighed to many, . cæsar less, not that i, . gold in special, . heart that has truly, . her that she did pity them, . him, use him as though you, . how honoured, how, . i have lived and, . i not honour more, . i saw and, . in vain, i know we, . let those who always, . me for the dangers, . my country and hated him, . needs only to be seen, to be, . no sooner, but they sighed, . none without hope e'er, . not wisely but too well, . passing well, . rome more, but that i, . sae blindly, had we never, . sae kindly, had we never, . so long and sees no more, . the great sea, . the mourned the lost, the, . the world, i have not, . to plead lament and sue, . we have lived and, together, . who never, before, . love-darting eyes, . love-in-idleness, maidens call it, . lovelier face, finer form or, . things have mercy, . loveliest, last still, . of lovely things, . village of the plain, . loveliness increases, its, . lay down in her, . majesty of, . needs not ornament, . lovely and a fearful thing, . and pleasant in their lives, . apparition sent, . as a lapland night, . fair, who art so, . in death the beauteous ruin lay, . in her husband's eye, . in your strength, . is the rose, . more, than pandora, . organ of her life, every, . she 's, she 's divine, . thais sits beside thee, . whatsoever things are, . woman stoops to folly, . lover all as frantic, . all mankind love a, . and the poet, the lunatic, . beauty grows familiar to the, . give repentance to her, . happy as a, . in the husband lost, . is beloved, and the, . rooted stays, the, . sighing like furnace, . some banished, . still an angel appear to each, . to listening maid, . why so pale and wan, . woman loves her, . lovers cannot see their pretty follies, . happy, and make two, . love the western star, . meeting, journeys end in, . never tired of each other, . of virtue, all that are, . old, are soundest, . quarrels of, . romans countrymen and, . swear more performance than they are able, . whispering, . women love their, . lovers' hell, injured, . perjuries, jove laughs at, . perjury, jove but laughs at, . songs turned to holy psalms, . tongues by night, . vows seem sweet, . love-rhymes, regent of, . lovesick, the winds were, . love-song to the morn, . loving are the daring, the, . to my mother, so, . low ambition and the pride, . death makes equal high and, . foreheads villanous, . laid in my grave, that i were, . lone song, hear but their, . speak, if you speak love, . support and raise what is, . to him no high no, . too, they build, . lower, can fall no, . to the higher, . lowering element scowls, . lowers, the morning, . lowest deep a lower, in the, . of your throng, . lowing herd winds slowly, . lowliness ambition's ladder, . lowly born, better to be, . laid, high ambition, . taught and highly fed, . wise, be, . lown, called the tailor, . loyal and neutral in a moment, . lubricates business, dinner, . lucent syrops, . lucid interval, . lucifer, falls like, . son of the morning, . luck about the house, nae, . in odd numbers, . old shoe for, . would have it, as good, . luckless hour, from that, . lucky chance, . lucre, not greedy of filthy, . lucullus sups with lucullus, . lucy ceased to be, when, . luke's iron crown, . lumber, learned, in his head, . luminous cloud, joy the, . lump, little leaven leaveneth the, . lunatic lover and the poet, . lunes, in his old, . lungs began to crow, . receive our air, . luscious as locusts, . woodbine, . lust in man, there is a, . of gold, the narrowing, . lusts or wine, not in toys or, . lustre, ne'er could any, see, . purpled with rosy, . shine with such, , . lusty winter, . lute, heart and, . listened to a, . little rift within the, . musical as apollo's, , . my heart and, . orpheus with his, . pleasing of a, . this time-worn, . luve is like a red red rose, my, . is like the melodie, . luxuries of life, . luxurious by restraint, . man falsely, . luxury, blesses his stars and thinks it, . curst by heaven, . in self-dispraise, there is a, . of disrespect, . of doing good, , , . of woe, i 'll taste the, . to be, it was a, . lycurgus brought long hair into fashion, . lydian airs, lap me in soft, . measures, softly sweet in, . lyfe so short the craft so long, . lying, as easy as, . getting up not so easy as, . with houris, . without having tasted of, . world is given to, . lymn, spaniel brach or, . lyre, each mode of the, . heaven-taught, . milton's golden, . the living, . lyric, splendid ecclesiastical, . mab, queen, hath been with you, . macassar, incomparable oil, . macaulay is a book in breeches, . out of literature, . macbeth does murder sleep, . macduff, lay on, . macedon, fulmined over greece to, . there is a river in, . macgregor, my name is, . where sits, . machiavel had ne'er a trick, . mad as a march hare, , . finger's breadth of being, . if i am sophocles i am not, . it is fitter being sane than, . it was, how sad and bad and, . out of too much learning become, . pleasure in being, . prose run, . the dog went, and bit the man, . 't is true he 's, . undevout astronomer is, . whom fortune makes, . madam blaize, lament for, . me no madam, . madden round the land, . to crime, now, . maddest merriest day, . madding crowd, far from the, . made, annihilating all that 's, . fearfully and wonderfully, . glorious summer, . light, of it, . man knows not for what he was, . no more bones, . madmen know, none but, . madness, despondency and, . genius has a tincture of, . go you may call it, . great wits allied to, . in the brain, work like, . lies, that way, . melancholy, of poetry, . method in, . midsummer, this is very, . moody, laughing wild, . moon-struck, . of many for gain of a few, . still he did retain that fine, . to defer, . to live like a wretch and die rich, . would gambol from, . madonnas, rafael of the dear, . madrigals, melodious birds sing, . that whisper softness, . mæonian star, light of the, . magic casements, . numbers and persuasive sound, . of a face, . of a name, . of the mind, the, . potent over sun and star, . shakespeare's, . magister artis, . magistracy is a great trust, . magistrate, invent a shovel and be a, . of his country's good, . magna charta will have no sovereign, . magna est veritas, . magnificence, fuel of, . magnificent and awful cause, . but it is not war, . spectacle of human happiness, . three-tailed bashaw, . magnificently stern array, . magnitude, thou liar of the first, . mahomet and the mountain, . moon of, . mahometans, pleasures of the, . maid, be good sweet, . dancing in the shade, . it was an abyssinian, . lover to listening, . meek as is a, . music heavenly, . of athens ere we part, . snatched from the sidelong, . some captive, . sphere-descended, . sweetest garland to the sweetest, . the chariest, . there were none to praise, . when king cophetua loved the beggar, . who modestly conceals, . widowed wife and wedded, . with none to praise, . maids are may when they are maids, . malady most incident to, . of thirteen talk of puppy dogs, . that weave thread with bones, . who love the moon, . maiden meditation fancy-free, . of bashful fifteen, . presence, scanter of your, . shame, blush of, . showers, like those, . sings, the village, . sword, bravely fleshed thy, . true betrayed for gold, . will steal after her heart, the, . with white fire laden, . young heart of a, . maidens call it love-in-idleness, . caught by glare, like moths, . fair are commonly fortunate, . smiles of other, . withering on the stalk, . main, belerium to the northern, . beyond the western, . camilla scours along the, . chance, , , , . do with might and, . far amid the melancholy, . from out the azure, . maintain no ill opinions, . their rights, dare, . majestic head, some less, . in decay, . silence, . though in ruin, . world, get the start of the, . majesty, attribute to awe and, . in rayless, . next in, . obsequious, approved, . of god revere, . of loveliness, . rising in clouded, . this earth of, . want love's, . will rise in, . majority, long since death had the, . one on god's side is a, . majors we can make every year, . make a note of, when found, . languor smile, . me a child again, . me to know mine end, . no long orations, . the angels weep, . use of me for the future, . makes his promise good, . his pulses fly, . me or fordoes me, . my gain, every way, . one wondrous kind, . that and the action fine, . up life's tale, . us or it mars us, . maken vertue of necessite, . maker and the angel death, his, . maketh haste to be rich, . making beautiful old rhyme, . many books there is no end, . night hideous, . the green one red, . their lives a prayer, . malady incident to maids, . medicine worse than the, . malcontents, loiterers and, . thou art the mars of, . male-lands, loved all the more by earth's, . malice, bearing no, . domestic foreign levy, . envy hatred and, . nor set down aught in, . to conceal, . towards none, . malicious, virtue is not, . malignity, motiveless, . mallecho, this is miching, . malmsey and malvoisie, . malt, duke of norfolk deals in, . mambrino's helmet, . mammon, least erected spirit, . wins his way, . ye cannot serve god and, . man a flower he dies, . a fool at forty, . a merrier, . a plain blunt, . a reasonable creature, . a slave, whatever day makes, . a thinking being, . a two-legged animal, . a world without a sun, . after his desert, use every, . after his own heart, . after sleep, like a strong, . all that a, hath, . all that may become a, . all that was pleasant in, . ambition of a private, . an honest, is aboon his might, . an inconstant creature, . and a brother, am i not a, . apparel oft proclaims the, . architect of his fortune, . arms and the, i sing, . as a dying, to dying men, . as good kill a, as kill a good book, . as he is humour the, . assurance of a, . at arms must now serve on his knees, . at his best state, . at his birth, . at thirty, suspects himself a fool, . bad, never for good service, . be fully persuaded, let every, . be occupied, let every, . be vertuous withal, if a, . bear his own burden, . before thy mother, . before your mother, . being in honour, . below, god above or, . benedick the married, . best good, . best-humoured, . better spared a better, . beware the fury of a patient, . bewrayed by his manners, . blind old, of scio's isle, . bold bad, , . brave, chooses, . brave, draws his sword, . breathes there the, . brick-dust, . broken with the storms of state, . brutus is an honourable, . builds himself, . but a rush against othello, . by man was never seen, . can boast that he has trod, . can die but once, . can feel, the worst that, . can work, when no, . cannot be as he would be, . cannot lose the past nor future, . canst not be false to any, . caverns measureless to, . cease ye from, . cheated only by himself, . child is father of the, . childhood shows the, . christian faithful, . civilizers of, . clever at envying a, . clever, by nature, . close buttoned to the chin, . clothe a, with rags, . complete, hero and the, . conference maketh a ready, . crime of being a young, . crossed with adversity, . cruelty and ambition of, . cruelty to load a falling, . dare do all that may become a, . debtor to his profession, . delights not me, . depressed with cares, . destructive, smiling, . devil in the heart of, . diapason closing full in, . die better, how can, . dies, how a, . diligent in business, . diseases crucify the soul of, . distracted melancholic, . do but die, what can a, . does, 't is not what, . doth not live by bread only, . drest in a little brief authority, . dull ear of a drowsy, . dwells, narrow the corner where, . dying, to dying men, . ear of, hath not seen, . eloquent, that old, . england expects every, . enough for, to know, . ever saw, nor no, . every, has his fault, . exceeding poor, . expatiate o'er this scene of, . extremes in, . eye of, hath not heard, . false man smiling, . falsely luxurious, . familiar beast to, . famous, is robin hood, . fashion wears out more apparel than the, . fear may force a, . fell into his anecdotage, . first, is of the earth earthy, . first years of, . fittest place for, to die, . flattered to tears this aged, . fond, precociously of stirring, . for himself, every, , , . foremost, of all this world, . forget not though in rags, . forget the brother resume the, . frailty of a, . free as nature first made, . from heaven proceed the woes of, . fury of a patient, . gently scan your brother, . give every, thy ear, . gives what the gods bestow, . god or devil, every, . goeth forth unto his work, . goeth to his long home, . good easy, when he thinks, . good great, . good meets his fate, . good name in, and woman, . good, never dies, the, . good old, , . good or ill of, . good, yields his breath, . goodliest of men, . grace of god to, . great to little, . greater love hath no, . had fixed his face, as if the, . half part of a blessed, . hand against every, . hanging the worst use of, . happy, be his dole, . happy dole, happy, . happy, 's without a shirt, . happy the, . has business and desire, . has not, a microscopie eye, . he felt as a, . he is oft the wisest, . he that hath no beard is less than a, . he was a good and just, . healthy wealthy and wise, . hearty old, . heaven had made her such a, . her wit was more than, . here lies a truly honest, . highest style of, . his prey was, . honest as any, living, . honest is aboon his might, . honest is the only perfect, . honest, the noblest work, . how poor a thing is, . i love not, the less, . i pray for no, . i see the steady gain of, . ignorance of the law excuses no, . impious in a good, . impossible to be cheated, . in all the world's new fashion, . in ignorance sedate, . in prosperite, . in the bush with god, . in the mind of, . in the mire, . in wit a, . inclines to popery, . intimates eternity to, . irreligious, view an, . is a bundle of relations, . is a noble animal, . is a knot of roots, . is accommodated, . is as heaven made him, . is as true as steel, . is born unto trouble, . is found, the race of, . is his own star, . is little to be envied, that, . is not a fly, . is not man as yet, . is one world, . is the gowd for a' that, . is the nobler growth, . is thy most awful instrument, . is vile, and only, . is worth something, . judgment falls upon a, . justice the great interest of, . kindest best conditioned, . knows not for what he was made, . laborin', an' laborin' woman, . large-hearted, . laugh if such a, there be, . lay down his life for his friends, . let him pass for a, . let no guilty, escape, . let no such, be trusted, . let not, put asunder, . let the end try the, . life of a, a poem, . life of a, faithfully recorded, . life of, a point of time, . life of, less than a span, . life of, solitary, . like to a little kingdom, . little round fat oily, . little worse than a, . living dead, . look sad, near to make a, . lot assigned to every, . lot of, but once to die, . low sitting on the ground, . lust in, no charm can tame, . made of a cheese-paring, . made the town, . made us citizens, . makes a death, . makes his own stature, . maketh glad the heart of, . man's inhumanity to, . mark the perfect, . marks the earth with ruin, . master of his time, . may fish with the worm, . may last but never lives, . may learn a thousand things, . may see how this world goes, . meaning in saying he is a good, . measure of the height of, . meets his fate, when the good, . meets his waterloo, every, . melancholic distracted, . memory of, runneth not, . merciful (righteous), . might know the end, that, . mildest mannered, . mind of desultory, . mind the standard of the, . mine equal my guide, . misery acquaints a, . more sinned against, . most senseless and fit, . mounts through all the spires, . must mind his belly, . must play a part, every, . my foe, to make one worthy, . nae, can tether time or tide, . nature formed but one such, . nature made thee to temper, . never is but always to be blest, . no, can lose what he never had, . no, ever felt the halter draw, . no good, grew rich at once, . no, has aught of what he leaves, . no, is born an angler, . no, is born an artist, . no, knows distinctly anything, . no, loseth other life than that which he liveth, . no, wicked at once, . no wiser for his learning, . not always, actions show the, . not good to be alone, . not made for the sabbath, . not passion's slave, . not the creature of circumstances, . nothing so becomes a, . noticeable, with large gray eyes, . nowhere so busy a, . of cheerful yesterdays, . of contention, . of god, round fat oily, . of his fate is never wide, . of knowledge increaseth strength, . of letters amongst men of the world, . of men, the goodliest, . of mettle, grasp it like a, . of morals, why, . of my kidney, . of nasty ideas, a nice man is a, . of one book, beware of a, . of peace and war, . of pleasure, a man of pains, . of rank as an author, . of ross, sing the, . of sovereign parts, . of strife, . of such a feeble temper, . of the world amongst men of letters, . of unbounded stomach, . of unclean lips, . of wisdom man of years, . of woe, not always a, . old age in this universal, . old, and no honester than i, . on his oath or bond, . one, among a thousand, . one, excels another, . one worthy, my foe, . only knows nothing, . parchment undo a, . partly is and wholly hopes to be, . past the wit of, . patient in loss, . pays the public, the tax a, . people arose as one, . perils doe enfold the righteous, . perfect who understands for himself, . picked out of ten thousand, . plant himself on his instincts, . play the, . plays many parts, in his time, . poet still more a, . poor, a wise, . poorest, in his cottage, . prentice han' she tried on, . press not a falling, . profited, what is a, . proper, as one shall see, . proper judge of the, . proposes god disposes, . proud man, . prudent, looketh well, . reading maketh a full, . recovered of the bite, the, . religious, unworthy a, . regardeth the life of his beast, . remote from, . right, in the right place, . right judgment of, . rights of, . rousing herself like a strong, . ruins of the noblest, . sabbath was made for, . sadder and a wiser, . seasoned life of, . see me more, no, . seems the only growth, . sensible well-bred, . seven women hold of one, . shall bear his own burden, . shall cast his idols, . shall not live by bread alone, . shall these paper bullets awe a, . sharpeneth the countenance, . she knows her, . should be upright, . should not be alone, . should render a reason for his faith, . sleep of a labouring, . slumbers of the virtuous, . smell the blood of a british, . so faint so spiritless, . so frail a thing is, . so much one, can do, . so various, . sorrows of a poor old, . sour-complexioned, . soweth that he reaps, . speak every, truth, . state of, like to a little kingdom, . strong, when is, . struggling for life, . struggling in the storms of fate, . studious of change, . study of mankind is, . such master such, . suspect your tale untrue, lest, . suspects himself a fool at thirty, . take him for all in all, . teach you more of, . telle a tale after a, . tested, metal of a, . thankless inconsistent, . that blushes, . that endureth temptation, . that first eat an oyster, . that hails you tom or jack, . that hangs on princes' favours, . that hath a tongue, . that hath friends, . that hath his quiver full, . that hath no music in himself, . that is born of woman, . that is not passion's slave, . that lays his hand upon a woman, . that meddles with cold iron, . that old, eloquent, . that makes a character, . that mourns, vile, . that wants money, . the hermit sighed, . the kindest, the best conditioned, . there lived a, in ages past, . there was a little, . this is the state of, . this was a, say to all the world, . thou art e'en as just a, . thou art the, . thou pendulum, . thoughtless inconsistent, . to all the country dear, . to double business bound, . to fall, caused, . to know, enough for, . to labour in his vocation, . to man, speech made to open, . to mend god's work, . to produce great things, . to the last, . to whom all naples is known, . to whom old men hearkened, . too fond to rule alone, . turn over half a library, . twins from birth, misery and, . unclubable, . under his fig-tree, . upon this earth, to every, . upright, god hath made, . use doth breed a habit in a, . use it lawfully, if a, . used to vicissitudes, . vain is the help of, . vindicate the ways of god to, . virtue and riches seldom settle on, . virtuous and vicious, . want as an armed, . wants but little, , . warning for thoughtless, . weak and despised old, . weigh the, not his title, . well-bred, will not affront me, . well-favoured, to be a, . were wise to see it, if, . what a piece of work is a, . what a strange thing is, . what can an old, do but die, . what, dare i dare, . what has been done by, . when i became a, . where he dies for, . where lives the, . which lighteth every, . while, is growing, . who could make so vile a pun, . who is not wise is oft the wisest, . who knew more and spoke less, . who makes a count ne'er made a, . who much receives, . who smokes, . who tells his wife all he knows, . who turnips cries, . who wants a shirt, . whole duty of, . whose blood is very snow-broth, . whose blood is warm within, . whose breath is in his nostrils, . whose wish and care, . wicked all at once, no, . will wait, everything comes if, . wind which blows good to no, , . wise, know himself to be a fool, . wise in his own conceit, . wit and wisdom born with a, . with a terrible name, . with large gray eyes, . with soul so dead, . within him hide, what may, . within this learned, . without a tear, . worth makes the, . would die when the brains were out, . writing maketh an exact, . written out of reputation, . yields his breath, when the good, . man's apparel, every true, . best things are nearest him, . blood, whoso sheddeth, . censure, take each, . cheek, stain my, . contumely, the proud, . darling, old, . daughter, this old, . distinctive mark, . erring judgment, . every wise, son, . eye, watch in every old, . face, nose on a, , . feast, sat at any good, . first disobedience, . fortune, mould of a, . genius is a deity, . good qualities, see a, . ground, built on another, . hand against him, every, . hand, cloud like a, . hand is not able to taste, . happiness to do proper things, . heart deviseth his way, . heart, which strengthens, . house his castle, . illusion given, for, . imperial race, . ingratitude, unkind as, . ingress to the world, . inhumanity to man, . injustice to beasts, . life, he took a, . life, how good is, . life lies within this present, . life is like unto a winter's day, . life, measure of a, . life, short therefore is, . loss comes to him from gain, . love, a good, . love is a thing apart, . memory, a great, . money makes the, . mortality, watch o'er, . most dark extremity, . own, to get a, . pie, no, . poison, what 's one, . progress through the world, . smile, to share the good, . true touchstone, . unconquerable mind, . virtue nor sufficiency, . wickedness, a method in, . will, to live by one, . work is born with him, . work made manifest, . mandragora, give me to drink, . not poppy nor, . mane, dew-drop from the lion's, . hand upon the ocean's, . hand upon thy, . manger, dog in the, . mangled forms, vents in, . manhood, bone of, . disappointment of, . is a struggle, . nor good fellowship in thee, . sounder piece of british, . manichean god, . manifest, made, , . mankind, beyond myself beyond, . brightest meanest of, . cause of, . common curse of, . deserve better of, . diseases unbidden haunt, . enemy to, . example the school of, . free spirit of, . from china to peru, . in charity to all, . love a lover, all, . misfortunes of, . our countrymen are all, . proper study of, is man, . respect to the opinions of, . surpasses or subdues, . things are in the saddle and ride, . think their little set, . tramples o'er, . what was meant for, . wine pernicious to, . woman that seduces all, . wrongs of base, . mankind's concern, charity, . epitome, not one but all, . wonder, my delight all, . manliest beauty, form of, . man-like is it to fall into sin, . manliness of grief, silent, . manly blood, ruddy drop of, . foe, give me the, . sentiment, nurse of, . voice, his big, . manna, his tongue dropped, . in the way, you drop, . manner, awfully stupendous, . born, to the, . is all in all, . of men, after the, . manners all who saw admired, . catch the, living as they rise, . corrupt good, . gentle of affections mild, of, . graced with polished, . had not that repose, her, . in the face, saw the, . man bewrayed by his, . men's evil, live in brass, . must adorn knowledge, . need the support of manners, . the mildest, . there is nothing settled in, . turn with fortunes, . with the bravest mind, mildest, . mannish cowards, . mansions, build thee more stately, . in my father's house, . in the skies, . mantle, aurora displays her, . like a standing pond, . morn in russet, . of the standing pool, . silver, threw o'er the dark, . that covers all human thoughts, . mantuan swan, ages ere the, . manus hæc inimica tyrannis, . manuscript, zigzag, . many a smale maketh a grate, . a time and oft, . and so many and such glee, . are called but few chosen, . made for one, faith of, . must labour for the one, . many-coloured glass, dome of, . life, . many-headed monster, , , . multitude, , . many-twinkling feet, . map me no maps, . of busy life, . maps, as geographers crowd their, . geographers in afric, . mar what 's well, oft we, . your fortunes, lest it may, . marathon, age spares gray, . looks on the sea, . mountains look on, . plain of, . marble, deeds writ in, . forget thyself to, . halls, i dreamt that i dwelt in, . index of a mind, . jaws, ponderous and, . leapt to life a god, . many a braver, . nor gilded monuments, . of her snowy breast, . poets that lasting, seek, . sleep in dull cold, . softened into life, . soft rain perce the hard, . some write their wrongs in, . to retain, , . wastes, more the, . with his name, mark the, . marbles, mossy, rest, . marbled steep, sunium's, . marble-hearted fiend, ingratitude, . marcellus exiled feels, . march, ashbuds in the front of, . beware the ides of, . drought of, . hare, mad as a, . ides of, are come, , . is o'er the mountain waves, . life's morning, . long majestic, the, . nearer home, day's, . of intellect, . of the human mind, is slow, . on march on, . stormy, has come, . through coventry, . to the battle-field, . wide, the villains, . winds of, with beauty, . marches, funeral, to the grave, . to delightful measures, . marched on without impediment, . marcia towers above her sex, . mare, grey, the better horse, . margin, meadow of, . of fair zurich's waters, . mariana, this dejected, . mariners of england, ye, . marivaux, romances of, . mark, death loves a shining, . fellow of no, nor likelihood, . hits the, . measures not men my, . miss the, . now how a plain tale, . of virtue, . push beyond her, . the archer little meant, . the marble with his name, . the perfect man, . well experienced archer hits the, . mark antony, who lost, the world, . marked him for her own, . him for his own, . market town, fellow in a, . marks, death aims at fairer, . of honest men, titles are, . marlborough's eyes, from, . marle, over the burning, . marlowe's mighty line, . marmion, last words of, . maro sings, scenes that, . marred the lofty line, . young man married is, . marreth what he makes, . marriage an open question, . and hanging go by destiny, . curse of, . is a desperate thing, . mirth in funeral dirge in, . of true minds, . tables, furnish forth the, . marriages, why so few, are happy, . marriage-bell, merry as a, . married in haste, . live till i were, . man, benedick the, . to immortal verse, . marrow of tradition, . marry ancient people, . proper time to, . whether it was better to, . mars, eye like, to threaten, . of malcontents, . this seat of, . us, it makes us or it, . marshal's truncheon, . marshallest me the way, . martial airs of england, . cloak around him, . outside, swashing and, . martyr, fallest a blessed, . like a pale, . martyrs, blood of the, . noble army of, . worthy of the name, . martyrdom of fame, . of john rogers, . marvellous boy, chatterton the, . things appear, . mary go and call the cattle home, . hath chosen that good part, . image of bloody, . my sweet highland, . mary-buds, winking, . masque of italy, the, . masquerade, truth in, . mass enormous, a, . live as models for the, . of matter lost, in the, . of millinery, . of things to come, . massachusetts, there she is, behold her, . mast, bends the gallant, . like a drunken sailor on a, . nail to the, her holy flag, . of some great ammiral, . master a grief, every one can, . brook, think of that, . of his time, every man be, . spirits of this age, . such, such man, . the eternal, found, . masters, noble and approved good, . of assemblies, . of the things they write, few are, . of their fates, men are, . spread yourselves, . we cannot all be, . master's requiem, chants the, . spell, kindled by, . masterdom and sway, . masterly inactivity, . master-passion in the breast, . masterpiece, made his, . nature's chief, . of nature, a friend is the, . master-spirit embalmed, . master-spirits of this age, . mastery, strive here for, . mastiff greyhound, . masts crack, . mat half hung, . matches are made in heaven, . mate, choose not alone a proper, . mated by the lion, the hind, . mater ait natæ, . materials of action, . mathematics, angling like, . makes men subtile, . matin bell, each, . the glow-worm shows the, . matrimony, begin with aversion in, . matron's bones, mutine in a, . matter a little fire kindleth, . berkeley said there was no, . book containing such vile, . conclusion of the whole, . for a may morning, . for virtuous deeds, . half knows a, . he that repeateth a, . lost in the mass of, . love doth mince this, . mince the, , , . more german to the, . more, with less art, . no, berkeley said, . root of the, found in me, . so they ended the, . success in the smallest, . what is, never mind, . will make a star-chamber, . will re-word, i the, . wrecks of, the, . matters, amplifying petty, . men may read strange, . not how a man dies, it, . of importance, pay attention to, . small to greater, . will go swimmingly, . matthew, mark, luke, and john, . matthew prior, here lies, . mattock and the grave, . maturest counsels, dash, . maturity, excellence to, . maud, come into the garden, . maudlin poetess, a, . mavis singing its love-song, . maxim in the schools, an old, . scoundrel, . this great, be my virtue's guide, . maxims, hoard of, . may although i care not, . as flush as, . flowers, clouds that shed, . flowery meads in, . full of spirit as the month of, . he that will not when he, . i be there to see, . in the merry month of, . maids are, when they are maids, . morning, more matter for a, . not, i dare and yet i, . queen o' the, . what potent blood hath modest, . winter chills the lap of, . wol have no slogardie a-night, . may's new-fangled mirth, . mayde, meke as is a, . maypole in the strand, where 's the, . may-time and cheerful dawn, . maze, mighty, not without a plan, . through the mirthful, . wandered long in fancy's, . mazes, in wandering, lost, . mazy progress, . me pinguem et nitidum, . mead, floures in the, . meads in may, flowery, . naiads through the dewy, . of asphodel, ever-flowing, . meadow of margin, . seek thee in vain by the, . sweets of burn-mill, . meadows brown and sear, . do paint the, with delight, . trim with daisies pied, . meadow-flower its bloom unfold, . meagre were his looks, . meal in a barrel, handful of, . meals, make no long, . mean, golden, , , . means and appliances, . and content, he that wants, . and leisure, increased, . end must justify the, . get wealth by any, . most good, when fortune, . no matter by what, . not, but ends, . of evil out of good, . of preserving peace, . ravin up thine own life's, . to be of note, youth that, . to do ill deeds, . to live, save, . unto an end, life 's but a, . whereby i live, . meander, as streams, . proper, . meaner beauties of the night, . creatures kings, . meanest flower that blows, . floweret of the vale, . of mankind, wisest brightest, . thing that feels, . meaning, blunders round about a, . meanings, hell is full of good, . our fantasies have two, . meant, more, than meets the ear, . measure for law, we have a, . god gives wind by, . of a man's height, . of a man's life, . of an unmade grave, . of my days what it is, . of my wrath, . often have i sighed to, . to tread a, with you, . measures, delightful, . dundee's wild warbling, . life in short, may perfect be, . lydian, softly sweet in, . not men, , . measured by deeds not years, . by my soul, . many a mile to tread a measure, . phrase and choice word, . measureless content, shut up in, . to man, caverns, . meat, after, comes mustard, . and cannot eat, some have, . and drink to me, . as an egg is full of, . fire and clothes, . god sendeth both mouth and, . heaven sends us good, . i cannot eat but little, . is too good for any but anglers, . it feeds on, mock the, . never to say grace to his, . or drink, is another's, . out-did the, . strong, for age, . upon what, doth cæsar feed, . meats, funeral baked, . mecca saddens at the delay, . meccas of the mind, . mechanic art, made poetry a mere, . lawyer without literature, a, . operation, poetry a mere, . pacings to and fro, . slaves, . mechanized automaton, . meddles with cold iron, . meddling, every fool will be, . mede, all the floures in the, . medes and persians, law of the, . medicinable, some griefs are, . medicinal gum, . medicine, doeth good like a, . for the soul, . miserable have no other, . thee to that sweet sleep, . worse than the malady, . medicines at the outset, use, . to make me love, . medio de fonte leporum, . meditate the thankless muse, . meditation, let us all to, . maiden, fancy-free, . meditations, thy testimonies are my, . meditative spleen, . medium, knows no cold, . meed of some melodious tear, . sweat for duty not for, . meek and gentle, i am, . and lowly pure and holy, . and quiet spirit, . as is a mayde, . borne his faculties so, . nature's evening comment, . patient humble spirit, . than fierce, safer being, . meek-eyed morn, . meet again, if we do, . it is i set it down, . me by moonlight alone, . mortality, how gladly would i, . nurse for a poetic child, . the like a pleasant thought, . thee at thy coming, . when shall we three, . meets the ear, more than, . meetest for death, . meeting, broke the good, . journeys end in lovers, . of gentle lights, . meetings, changed to merry, . melancholic distracted man, . melancholy as a battle won, . bait, fish not with this, . boughs, under the shade of, . but only, sweetest melancholy, . chord in, . days are come, . disposition, he is of a very, . grace, elysian beauty, . green and yellow, . hardships prevent, . joy of evils past, . main, amid the, . marked him for her own, . men are most witty, . moping, and moon-struck madness, . most musical most, . naught so sweet as, . of mine own, it is a, . slow, remote unfriended, . there 's such a charm in, . train, forced from their homes a, . waste, ocean's gray and, . what charm can soothe her, . mellow, goes to bed, . rich and ripe, . too, for me, . whether grave or, . mellowed long, fruit that, . to that tender light, . mellowing of occasion, . year, before the, . melodie, foules maken, . my luve 's like the, . melodies, heard, are sweet, . sweetest, are those, . the echoes of that voice, . thousand, unheard before, . melodious birds sing madrigals, . sound eftsoones they heard, . strains, heaven's, . tear, meed of some, . melody, blundering kind of, . crack the voice of, . falling in, back, . of every grace, . with charmed, . melrose by the pale moonlight, . melt and dispel ye spectre-doubts, . at others' woe, , . in her mouth, butter would not, , . in her own fire, . into sorrow, . too solid flesh would, . melts the mind to love, pity, . melted into air into thin air, . melting airs or martial, . charity, open as day for, . mood, unused to the, . member joint or limb, . tongue an unruly, . memnonium was in all its glory, . memorable epocha, . memories and sighs, a night of, . liars ought to have good, . no pyramids set off his, . memory, at the expense of his, . be green, . begot in the ventricle of, . blushes at the sneer, . dear, lost to sight to, . dear son of, . dear, thoughts to, . fond, brings the light, . graves of, . great man's, . green in our souls, . holds a seat, while, . how sweet their, . illiterate him from your, . indebted to his, for his jests, . leaves of the, . lends her light no more, . liar should have a good, . made such a sinner of his, . meek walton's heavenly, . morning-star of, . my name and, . of all he stole, pleasing, . of earth's bitter leaven, . of the just is blessed, . of the past will stay, . place in thy, dearest, . plays an old tune, . pluck from, a rooted sorrow, . runneth not to the contrary, . silent shore of, . table of my, . takes them to her caverns, . thou art dear to, . throng into my, . to convict of plagiarism, a, . to keep good acts in, . vibrates in the, music, . wakes the bitter, . warder of the brain, . washington's awful, . watches o'er the sad review, . will bring back the feeling, . men able to rely upon themselves, . about me that are fat, . above that which is written, . above the reach of ordinary, . adversity is the test of strong, . after the manner of, . aged, full loth and slow, . all, are created equal, . all, are liars, . all things to all, . and women merely players, . are april when they woo, . are but children of a larger growth, . are fit for, which ordinary, . are used as they use others, . are we and must grieve, . are you good, and true, . bad, live to eat and drink, . below and saints above, . beneath the rule of, . best of, that e'er wore earth, . betray, finds too late that, . bodies of unburied, . busy companies of, . busy haunts of, . busy hum of, . by losing rendered sager, . by their professions judge of, . by whom impartial laws were given, . callen daisies in our toun, . can counsel and speak comfort, . cause that wit is in other, . cheerful ways of, . circumstances the creatures of, . claret for boys port for, . clever, are good, . company of righteous, . comprehend all vagrom, . condemned alike to groan, . contending with adversity, . cradled into poetry, . crowd of common, . cuckoo mocks married, . daily do not knowing what they do, . dare do what men may do, . dear to gods and, . decay, wealth accumulates and, . december when they wed, . deeds are, . deep, natural philosophy makes, . do not your alms before, . doubt, till all, . down among the dead, . draw, as they ought to be, . drink, reasons why, . dying man to dying, . endure, hope of all ills, . equal in presence of death, . erring, call chance, . evil that, do, . eyes of, are idly bent, . far from the ways of, . fates of mortal, . favour the deceit, . few, admired by their domestics, . first produced in fishes, . foolery of wise, . for the use and benefit of, . from a former generation, . from the chimney-corner, . gods and godlike, . gods superintend the affairs of, . good, eat and drink to live, . good will toward, . goodliest man of, . gratitude of, . gratitude of most, . great nature made us, . great, not always wise, . great, not great scholars, . greatest clerks not the wisest, . greatest, oftest wrecked, . happy breed of, . have died not for love, . have lost their reason, . have their price, all, . hearts of oak are our, . heaven hears and pities, . heights reached by great, . histories make, wise, . honest in the sight of all, . hopes of living to be brave, . ignorance plays the chief part among, . impious, bear sway, . in great place, are servants, . in obedience, supreme powers keep, . in the brains of, . in the catalogue ye go for, . in the mouths of, . in these degenerate days, . judge, by their success, . justifiable to, . justify the ways of god to, . literary, a perpetual priesthood, . live peaceably with all, . lived like fishes, . lived to eat, . lives of great, all remind us, . lodging-place of wayfaring, . looks through the deeds of, . made, and not made them well, . man of letters amongst, . masters of their fates, . may come and men may go, . may live fools, . may read strange matters, . measures not, , . melancholy, are the most witty, . met each other with erected look, . midst the shock of, . modest, are dumb, . most infamous, . most, were bad, . most wretched, . moulded out of faults, best, . must be taught, . must work, . my brothers, . nation of gallant, . nobleness in other, . nor wrong these holy, . of boston, solid, . of few words are the best, . of high degree and low degree, . of honour and of cavaliers, . of inward light, . of light and leading, . of most renowned virtue, . of polite learning, . of sense approve, . of the same religion, sensible, . of these degenerate days, . of wit will condescend, . old, shall dream dreams, . only disagree of creatures rational, . ought to investigate things, . poet still more a man than are, . possess a poison for serpents, . power makes slaves of, . proper, as ever trod, . propose, why don't the, . put an enemy in their mouths, . quit yourselves like, . quotation the parole of literary, . rich, rule the law, . rise on stepping stones, . roll of common, . ruined by their propensities, . sailors are but, . say nothing in dangerous times, wise, . schemes o' mice and, . science that, lere, . self-made, . shame to, . she takes the breath away of, . shiver when thou art named, . should fear, strange that, . shut doors against a setting sun, . sicken of avarice, old, . sin without intending it, . sleek-headed, . smile no more, . so are they all honourable, . so many minds, so many, . socrates the wisest of, . some to business take, . some to pleasure take, . speak after the manner of, . speak with the tongues of, . spirits of just, made perfect, . stand before mean, . strength of twenty, . such, are dangerous, . superiority of educated, . suspect your tale, . talk only to conceal the mind, . tall, had empty heads, . tears of bearded, . tell them they are, . that be lothe to departe, . that can render a reason, . that fishes gnawed upon, . the workers ever reaping, . the world's great, . think all men mortal, . think, what you and other, . this blunder find in, . thoughts of, are widened, . three good, unhanged, . three sorts of wise, . tide in the affairs of, . titles are marks of honest, . to be of one mind in an house, . tongues of dying, . truths which are not for all, . twelve good, into a box, . twelve honest, have decided, . unlearned, of books, . various are the tastes of, . we are, my liege, . we petty, walk under his legs, . were deceivers ever, . were living before agamemnon, . when bad, combine, . when, speak well of you, . which never were, . which ordinary, are fit for, . who can hear the decalogue, . who clung to their first fault, . who have failed in literature, . who know their rights, . who prefer any load of infamy, . who their duties know, . whose heads do grow beneath their shoulders, . whose visages do cream and mantle, . wiser by weakness, . with mothers and wives, . with sisters dear, . women and herveys, . world knows nothing of its greatest, . world was worthy such, . worth a thousand, . would be angels, . you took them for, not the, . young, fitter to invent, . young, shall see visions, . young, think old men fools, . men's bones, full of dead, . business and bosoms, . charitable speeches, . cottages princes' palaces, . counters, words are, . daughters, words are, . dream, the old, . evil manners live in brass, . facts, precedents for poor, . judgments are a parcel, . labours and peregrinations, . lives, ye are buying, . misery, became the cause of all, . names, that syllable, . nurses, wives are old, . office to speak patience, . smiles, there 's daggers in, . souls, times that try, . stuff, disposer of other, . thoughts according to their inclinations, . vision, the young, . wives are young, mistresses, . mend god's work, man to, . it or be rid on 't, . lacks time to, . your speech a little, . mendacity, tempted into, . mended from that tongue, came, . little said is soonest, , . nothing else but to be, . old houses, . menial, pampered, . mens regnum bona possidet, . mention her, no we never, . mentions hell to ears polite, never, . mentioned, better be damned than not, . merchant, over-polite, . merchants are princes, whose, . where, most do congregate, . mercies of the wicked, . merciless stepmother, . mercury can rise, venus sets ere, . like feathered, . like the herald, . the words of, are harsh, . mercy and truth are met, . asked i mercy found, . ever hope to have, . god all, is a god unjust, . i to others show, , . is above this sceptred sway, . is nobility's true badge, . is not strained, . la belle dame sans, . nothing becomes them as, . nothing emboldens sin so much as, . of a rude stream, . render the deeds of, . seasons justice, . shown, lovelier things have, . shut the gates of, . sighed farewell, . temper justice with, . unto others show, . upon us miserable sinners, . we do pray for, . mere, lady of the, . meridian of my glory, . merit, as if her, lessened yours, . candle to thy, . displays distinguished, . envy will pursue, . heaven by making earth a hell, . raised, by, . sense of your great, . spurns that patient, takes, . wins the soul, . merits, careless their, . dumb on their own, . handsomely allowed, . to disclose, no further his, . mermaid, things done at the, . merce nilotic isle, . merrier man, a, . more the, . merrily shall i live now, . merriment, flashes of, . merry and wise, , , , . as a marriage-bell, . as the day is long, . boys are we, three, . dancing drinking time, . eat drink and be, . feast, great welcome makes a, . fool to make me, . heart goes all the day, . heart hath a continual feast, . i am not, . in hall where beards wag all, . let 's be, . meetings, changed to, . monarch scandalous and poor, . month of may, . roundelay, . swithe it is in hall, . when i hear sweet music, . merryman and doctor quiet, . message of despair, . messes, herbs and other country, . messmates hear a brother sailor, . met, hail fellow well, . night that first we, . no sooner, but they looked, . part of all that i have, . 't was in a crowd, . metal, breed for barren, . flowed to human form, . more attractive, . not the king's stamp makes better the, . of a man tested, . rang true, . sonorous, . metamorphosis, in a state of, . metaphor, betrayed into no, . metaphysic wit, high as, . meteor flag of england, . harmless flaming, , . like a fast-flitting, . ray, fancy's, . streamed like a, . streaming to the wind, . method in madness, . in man's wickedness, . of making a fortune, . methought i heard a voice, . metre ballad-mongers, . of an antique song, . mettle, a lad of, a good boy, . grasp it like a man of, . mew, be a kitten and cry, . the cat will, . me-wards, affection 's strong to, . mewing her mighty youth, . mewling and puking, . mice and rats and such small deer, . best-laid schemes o', . desert a falling house, . feet like little, . fishermen appear like, . miching mallecho, this is, . mickle is the powerful grace, . microscopic eye, . midas me no midas, . midday beam, at the full, . sun, under the, . middle age, companions for, . of the night, vast and, . on his bold visage, . tree, tree of life the, . wall of partition, . midnight brought on the dusky hour, . crew, comus and his, . dances and the public show, . dead of, the noon of thought, . flower, pleasure like the, . gravity out of bed at, . hags, secret black and, . heard the chimes at, . hours, mournful, . in the solemn, centuries ago, . iron tongue of, . murder many a foul and, . oil consumed, . revels by a forest side, . shout and revelry, . stars of, shall be dear, . mid-noon risen on, , . midst of life we are in death, . midsummer, as the sun at, . madness, this is very, . midwife, she is the fairies', . mien carries more invitation, . monster of so frightful, . such a face and such a, . might and main, do with, . do it with thy, . faith that right makes, . have been, it, . honest man 's aboon his, . in their hour of, . of our sovereign, . of the gods, . try with all my, . would not when he, . mightier far is love, . mightiest in the mightiest, . julius fell, . mightily strive, . mighty above all things, . ale a large quart, of, . all the proud and, . crack, hear the, . dead, converse with the, . death, eloquent just and, . fallen, how are the, . fortress is our god, . heart is lying still, . ills, what, . large bed, bed of honour a, . line, marlowe's, . maze but not without a plan, . minds of old, . orb of song, . pain it is to love, . shrine of the, . state's decrees, mould a, . while ago, . workings, hum of, . your hearts are, . youth, mewing her, . mild philosophy, calm lights of, . mildest-mannered man, . mildness, ethereal, . mile, measured many a, . miles asunder, villain and he are, . travelled twelve stout, . twelve, from a lemon, . militia, the rude, . milk, adversity's sweet, . and honey, flowing with, . and water, happy mixtures of, . of concord, sweet, . of human kindness, . of paradise, drunk the, . such as have need of, . milk-white before now purple, . lamb, una with her, . thorn, beneath the, . milky baldric of the skies, . mothers, , . way i' the sky, . way, solar walk or, . mill, brook that turns a, . god's, grinds slow but sure, . i wandered by the, . more water glideth by the, . much water goeth by the, . miller sees not all the water, . there was a jolly, . miller's golden thumb, . millers thin, bone and skin two, . milliner, perfumed like a, . millinery, mass of, . million acres, cleon hath a, . misses an unit aiming at a, . pleased not the, . millions boast, who dost thy, . for defence, . in tears, leaves, . of spiritual creatures, . of surprises, . saddled and bridled, . think, perhaps makes, . yet to be, thanks of, . mills of god grind slowly, . millstone hanged about his neck, . hard as the nether, . look through a, . see into a, . seen far in a, . milo's end, remember, . milton, faith and morals of, . round the path of, . shouldst be living, . some mute inglorious, . that mighty orb of song, . the divine, . the sightless, . to give a, birth, . milton's golden lyre, . mince the matter, . this matter, , . mincing, walking and, . mind, absence of, . appearances to the, . as the, is pitched, . banquet of the, . be ye all of one, . beneficent of, . bettering of my, . blameless, a, . bliss centres in the, . blotted from his, . body or estate, . breathing from her face, . clothed and in his right, . conquest of the, . conscious of rectitude, . dagger of the, . damning those they have no, to, . desires of the, . did minde his grace, never, . diseased, minister to a, . education forms the common, . encyclopedic, . exercise is strength of, . farewell the tranquil, . fire from the, . firm capacious, . fleet is a glance of the, . forbids to crave, . glimmer on my, to, . good, possesses a kingdom, . grand prerogative of, . grateful, by owing owes not, . his eyes are in his, . how love exalts the, . immortal remains, . in ruins, the human, . in the victor's, . is bent, when to ill thy, . is clouded with a doubt, . is god, our, . is its own place, . is pitched, as the, . is the judge of the man, . is the lever of all things, . large and fruitful, . last infirmity of noble, . laugh that spoke the vacant, . leafless desert of the, . love looks with the, . magic of the, the, . makes the man, . man's unconquerable, . marble index of a, . march of the human, . meccas of the, . men to be of one, . mildest manners with bravest, . misguide the, . musing in his sullein, . narrowed his, . noble, o'erthrown, . nobler in the, to suffer, . noblest, the best contentment has, . not body enough to cover his, . not to be changed, . not what thou lackest, . of desultory man, . of man, in the, . of man, wine shows the, . one, in an house, . oppressed with dumps, . othello's visage in his, . out of sight out of, , . outbreak of a fiery, . pen is the tongue of the, . persuaded in his own, . philosophy inclineth a man's, . pity melts the, to love, . plead it in heart and, . power to broaden the, . quite vacant, . raise and erect the, . riches of the, . sad thoughts to the, . serene for contemplation, . she had a frugal, . standard of the man, . steady, ballast to keep the, . strong and sound, . suspicion haunts the guilty, . talk only to conceal the, . that builds for aye, . that makes the man, . that very fiery particle, . the philosophic, . time out of, . to change thy, . to glimmer on my, . to me a kingdom is, . to me an empire is, . to mind heart to heart, . torture of the, . unconquerable, the, . untutored, sees god in clouds, . vacant, and body filled, . vacant, is a mind distressed, . well-ordered, . were weight, if, . what i am taught, . what you are pleased to call your, . whose body lodged a mighty, . whose well-taught, . wisest books in her, . minds, admiration of weak, . are not ever craving, . balm of hurt, . innocent and quiet, . led captive, . marriage of true, . of old, the mighty, . of some of our statesmen, . powers which impress our, . so many men so many, . that have nothing to confer, . mind's construction in the face, . eye horatio, in my, . mindful what it cost, ever, . minden's plain, on, . mine be a cot beside the hill, . be the breezy hill, . bright jewels of the, . eye seeth thee, . fairy of the, . own, do what i will with, . what is yours is, . mines for coal and salt, . mingle mingle mingle, . mingled yarn, . minions of the moon, . minister, one fair spirit for my, . so sore, no, . thou flaming, . to a mind diseased, . to himself, the patient must, . ministers of grace defend us, . of love, all are but, . ministering angel, , . minnows, triton of the, . minor pants for twenty-one, the, . minstrel lead, mercy this, . raptures swell, no, . ring the fuller, in, . minstrelsy, brayed with, . mint and anise, tithe of, . of phrases in his brain, . minuet in ariadne, . minute, cynthia of this, . of heaven, one, . speak more in a, . suppliance of a, . minutes count by sensations, . in forty, . make the ages, . what damned, tells he o'er, . minute-hand, his conversation shows not the, . miracle instead of wit, . miracles are past, . of precocity, . miraculous organ, with most, . mire, learning will be cast into the, . water never left man in the, . mirror, honest wife's truest, . in that just, . of all courtesy, . of constant faith, . of friendship, . of the soul, speech is a, . thou glorious, . up to nature, to hold the, . warped, to a gaping age, . mirrors of the gigantic shadows, . mirth and fun grew fast and furious, . and innocence, . and laughter, . and tears, humblest, . can into folly glide, how, . displaced the, . far from all resort of, . he is all, . in funeral dirge in marriage, . limit of becoming, . may's new-fangled, . mixed wisdom with, . of its december, . string attuned to, . that after no repenting draws, . mirthful maze, through the, . misapplied, virtue turns vice being, . misbegotten knaves, . misbeliever, you call me, . miscarriage in war, a second, . mischief, beauty is an ivory, . for idle hands, . hand to execute any, . in every deed of, . it means, . neglect may breed, . place which has done man, . satan finds some, . smile with an intent to do, . mischievous thing spoken unawares, . miser, honesty dwells like a, . miser's pensioner, to be a, . treasure, unsunned heaps of, . miserable comforters are ye all, . have no other medicine, . night, i have passed a, . sinners, mercy upon us, . to be weak is, . miseries, in shallows and in, . misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows, . and man from birth, . became the cause of all men's, . child of, baptized in tears, . cold to distant, . companions in, . company in, . had worn him to the bones, . half our, from our foibles, . happy time in, . he gave to, all he had, . is at hand, . poets in their, dead, . sacred to gods is, . steeped to the lips in, . vow an eternal, together, . misery's darkest cavern, . misfortune, delight in another's, . made the throne her seat, . misfortunes, bear another's, . delight in others', . hardest to bear, . ignorance of one's, . laid in one heap, . occasioned by man, . of mankind, . of others, to endure the, . misfortune's book, writ in sour, . misgivings, blank, . mishaps, wisdom from another's, . misled by fancy's meteor ray, . mislike me not for my complexion, . misquote, enough learning to, . miss, nature cannot, . not the discourse of the elders, . missed it lost it forever, we, . mist in my face, to feel the, . is dispelled when a woman appears, . obscures, no, . of years, dim with the, . resembles rain, as, . mistake, there is no, . you lie under a, , . mistletoe hung in the castle hall, . mistress of her art, . of herself, . such, such nan, . mistresses, wives are young men's, . mistress' eyebrow, . misty mountain-tops, . misunderstood, to be great is to be, . misused wine, poison of, . mithridates, half, . mixture of earth's mould, . mixtures of more happy days, . moan of doves, . moat defensive to a house, . moated grange, at the, . mob of gentlemen, . mock a broken charm, . at sin, fools make a, . sit in the clouds and, . the air with idle state, . the meat it feeds on, . your own grinning, . mocks married men, the cuckoo, . me with the view, . mocked himself, smiles as if he, . mocker, wine is a, . mockery and a snare, . hence unreal, . king of snow, . of woe, bear about the, . over slaves, in, . mocking the air with colours idly spread, . mode of the lyre, each, . model of the barren earth, . then draw the, . models for the mass, live as, . moderate haste, one with, . the rancour of your tongue, . moderation is the silken string, . observe, . the gift of heaven, . moderator of passions, . modern instances, wise saws and, . modes of faith, . modest doubt, . men are dumb, . pride and coy submission, . stillness and humility, . the quip, . zealous yet, . modesty, bounds of, . downcast, concealed, . grace and blush of, . is a candle to thy merit, . of nature, o'erstep not the, . pure and vestal, . modification, bad plan that admits no, . moles and to the bats, . mole-hill, mountain of, . molly, was true to his, . moment, face some awful, . give to god each, . improve each, as it flies, . is a day, each, . loyal and neutral in a, . pith and, enterprises of, . show, how little can a, . to decide, . work of a, . moments make the year, . moment's ornament, to be a, . momentary bliss, bestow, a, . monarch, does not misbecome a, . hears assumes the god, . love could teach a, . morsel for a, . of all i survey, . of mountains, . of the vine, . once uncovered sat, . scandalous and poor, . the throned, . monarchs, change perplexes, . fate of mighty, . scion of chiefs and, . seldom sigh in vain, . monarchies, mightiest, . monarchy, trappings of a, . monastic brotherhood, . monday, betwixt saturday and, . hanging his cat on, . money and books placed for show, . cannot buy, blessing that, . comes withal, . in thy purse, put, . makes the man, . man that wants, . means and content, that wants, . much, as 't will bring, . of fools, words the, . perish with thee, thy, . possessed by their, . sets the world in motion, . still get, boy, . the love of, root of all evil, . time is, . to a starving man at sea, . mongrel mastiff, . puppy whelp and hound, . monie a blunder free us, . monk, the devil a, would be, . who shook the world, . monks of old, i envy the, . monmouth river at, . monopoly of fame, . monster custom who all sense doth eat, . faultless, . green-eyed, it is the, . london, . many-headed, . of so frightful mien, . monstrous, every fault seeming, . little voice, . tail our cat has got, . mont blanc is the monarch, . month, a little, . laughter for a, . march stout once a, . more than he will stand to in a, . of june, leafy, . of leaves and roses, . of may, in the merry, . months without an r, . monument, enduring, . my gentle verse, your, . patience on a, . monuments, hung up for, . shall last when egypt's fall, . upon my breast, . monumental alabaster, smooth as, . pomp of age, . mood, dorian, of flutes, . fantastic as a woman's, . in any shape in any, . in listening, she stood, . sweet, when pleasant thoughts, . that blessed, . unused to the melting, . moody madness, . moon, auld in hir arme, . be a dog and bay the, . by night, nor the, . by yonder blessed, . cast before the, . cast beyond the, . close by the, . course of one revolving, . glimpses of the, . had filled her horn, thrice the, . has climbed the highest hill, . honour from the pale-faced, . in full-orbed glory, . inconstant, . into salt tears resolves the, . is an arrant thief, . looks on many brooks, . loud thundering to the, . lucent as a rounded, . made of green cheese, . maids who love the, . minions of the, . mortals call the, . night-flower sees but one, . no morn no, . of mahomet, . reverence to yon peeping, . rising in clouded majesty, . shall rise, when the, . shine at full or no, . silent as the, . silent night with this fair, . sits arbitress, . swear not by the, . sweet regent of the sky, . takes up the wondrous tale, . that monthly changes, . unmask her beauty to the, . wandering, behold the, . went up the sky, the moving, . yestreen i saw the new, . moons wasted, some nine, . moon's unclouded grandeur, . moonbeams are bright, for the, . play, about their ranks the, . moonlight and feeling, music, . meet me by, alone, . shade, along the, . sleeps upon this bank, . tale told by, . visit melrose by, . moon-struck madness, . moor, lady married to the, . moore, tom, a health to thee, . moorish fen, lake or, . moping melancholy, . moral evil and of good, . good a practical stimulus, . no man's sufficiency to be so, . point a, or adorn a tale, . sensible and well-bred man, . morals, bible is a book of, . which milton held, . why man of, . moralist, teach the rustic, to die, . morality is perplexed, . periodical fits of, . religion and, . unawares expires, . moralize my song, . moralized his song, . mordre wol out, . more, angels could no, . blessed to give, . can tie with, . frayd then hurt, . giving thy sum of, . in sorrow than in anger, . is meant than meets the ear, . is thy due than more than all, . knave than fool, . matter for a may morning, . matter with less art, . more honoured in the breach than the observance, . no man see me, . of the serpent than dove, . sinned against than sinning, . than a crime, it is, . than a little, . than all can pay, . than kin less than kind, . than painting can express, . the merrier, . things in heaven and earth, . who dares do, . morn and cold indifference came, . and liquid dew of youth, . blushing like the, . cheerful at, he wakes, . fair laughs the, . furthers a man on his road, . genial, appears, . golden light of, . her rosy steps, . in russet mantle clad, . incense-breathing, . lights that do mislead the, . like a lobster boiled, the, . like a summer's, . love-song to the, . meek-eyed, appears, . no, no noon no dawn, . not waking till she sings, . of toil nor night of waking, . on the indian steep, . one, i missed him, . opening eyelids of the, . risen on mid-noon, , . salutation to the, . somewhere 't is always, . suns that gild the vernal, . sweet approach of even or, . sweet is the breath of, . till night he sung from, . to noon he fell, from, . tresses like the, . waked by the circling hours, . was fair the skies were clear, . with rosy hand, . with the dawning of, . morning air, scent the, . all in the, betime, . at odds with, . best of the sons of the, . bid me good, . brightly breaks the, . come in the, . dew, as the sun the, . dew, chaste as, . dew, faded like the, . dew, washed with, . dew, womb of, . drum-beat, . earliest light of the, . ever break, when did, . face, disasters in his, . face, schoolboy with his shining, . fair came forth, . found myself famous one, . full many a glorious, . in the, thou shalt hear, . life how pleasant is thy, . like the spirit of a youth, . lowers, the dawn is overcast the, . lucifer son of the, . more matter for a may, . never wore to evening, . of the times, in the, . of the world, in the, . reflection came with the, , . saw two clouds at, . shows the day, as, . sky, forehead of the, . sky, opens to the, . somewhere, 't is always, . sow thy seed in the, . stars of, dewdrops, . stars sang together, . wings of the, . womb of the, , . morning-gate of glory, . morning-star, glittering like the, . of memory, . morning's march, in life's, . morrow, desire of the night for the, . good night till it be, . no part of their good, . take no thought for the, . watching for the, . windy night a rainy, . morsel for a monarch, . under his tongue, . mortal cares, far from, . coil, shuffled off this, . crisis doth portend, . frame, quit this, . frame, stirs this, . hopes defeated, . ills prevailing, flood of, . instruments, . men think all men, . mixture of earth's mould, . murders, twenty, . passions, necessity of, . resting-place so fair, no, . spirit of, be proud, . taste brought death, . thing, laugh at any, . through a crown's disguise, . to the skies, he raised a, . mortals call the moon, whom, . given, some feelings to, . human, . the spirit of, . to command success, not in, . to the skies, raise, . what fools these, . mortality, child of, . gladly would i meet, . is too weak to bear them, . kept watch o'er man's, . o'ersways their power, . thoughts of, . to frail, . mortality's strong hand, . mortar, bray a fool in a, . moses, pan lends his pagan horn to, . moss and flowers, azure, . and through brake, through, . rolling stone gathers no, . moss-beds, purpled the, . moss-covered bucket, . mossy marbles rest, the, . stone, violet by a, . most, he serves me, . unkindest cut of all, . motes that people the sunbeams, . moth, desire of the, for the star, . moths, maidens like, . mother earth, common growth of, . father brethren all in thee, . happy he with such a, . honour thy father and, . in israel, i arose a, . is a mother still, . man before thy, . man before your, . meets on high her babe, . of all living, . of arts and eloquence, . of devotion, ignorance the, . of dews, morn appears, . of form and fear, . of good fortune, . of invention, necessity the, . of safety, provident fear, . so loving to my, . the holiest thing alive, . to her daughter spake, . tongue, . wandered with her child, . was weeping, its, . who 'd give her booby, . who ran to help me? my, . who talks of her children, . whose, was her painting, . wit, nature by her, . mothers and wives, men with, . milky, , . mother's breath, extend a, . glass, thou art my, . grave, botanize upon his, . lap, , . pride a father's joy, . motion and a spirit, . between the acting and first, . in his, like an angel sings, . in our proper, . money sets the world in, . of a hidden fire, . of a muscle, . of his starry train, . pulling the cords of, . scoured with perpetual, . this sensible warm, . two stars keep not their, . motions of his spirit dull as night, . of the sense, . motionless as ice, . torrents silent cataracts, . motive guide original and end, . motives of more fancy, . motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity, . motley fool, . rout, . motley's the only wear, . mottoes of the heart, . mould, ethereal, . light shaft of orient, . mortal mixture of earth's, . nature lost the perfect, . nature's happiest, . of a man's fortune, . of form, glass of fashion, . verge of the churchyard, . moulded on one stem, two lovely berries, . out of faults, best men are, . scarcely formed or, . moulder piecemeal on the rock, . mouldering urn, . moulding sheridan, . mouldy rolls of noah's ark, . mount abora, singing of, . casius old, . zion city of the great king, . mountain and lea, o'er, . brought forth a mouse, . haunt dale or piny, . in its azure hue, robes the, . land of the, . like the dew on the, . nymph sweet liberty, . of a mole-hill, . pendent rock a forked, . rolling his stone up the, . see one, see all, . side, from every, . small sands the, . tops, tiptoe on the misty, . was in labour, . waves, march is o'er the, . mountains, bind him to his native, . delectable, . faith to remove, . greenland's icy, . high, are a feeling, . interposed make enemies, . look on marathon, . mont blanc is the monarch of, . will be in labour, . woods or steepy, . mountain-height, freedom from her, . winds swept the, . mounted in delight, . mounteth with occasion, courage, . mounting barbed steeds, . in hot haste, . mourn, countless thousands, . her, all the world shall, . lacks time to, . love is doomed to, . the unalterable days, . who thinks must, . mourns the dead, he, . nothing dies but something, . vile man that, . mourned by man, . by strangers, . her soldier slain, . honoured and forever, . revered and, . the dame of ephesus, so, . the loved the lost, . mourners go about the streets, . mournful midnight hours, . numbers, tell me not in, . rhymes, ring out my, . rustling in the dark, . truth, this, . mourning, house of, . oil of joy for, . mournings for the dead, . mouse, as a cat would watch a, . killing a, on sunday, . mountain brought forth a, . not even a, . of any soul, . with one poor hole, , , . mouses wit not worth a leke, . mousing owl hawked at, . mouth and the meat, god sendeth, , . an thou 'lt, i 'll rant, . butter would not melt in her, . close, catches no flies, . even in the cannon's, . familiar in his, . gaping, and stupid eyes, . ginger shall be hot i' the, . like kisses from a female, . look a gift horse in the, , . most beautiful, in the world, . of babes and sucklings, . of hell, into the, . out of thine own, . purple-stainèd, . to water, made his, . which hath the deeper, . wickedness sweet in his, . with open, swallowing a tailor's news, . mouths a sentence, as curs, . enemy in their, . familiar in their, . in a glass, made, . of men, in the, . of wisest censure, . without hands, . mouth-filling oath, . mouth-honour, breath, . move easiest, those, . moves a goddess, . in a mysterious way, god, . moved, a woman, . to smile at anything, . moving accidents, . push on keep, . moving-delicate and full of life, . mown grass, like rain upon the, . much goods laid up, . he reads, . he thinks too, . i owe, i have nothing, . i want which most would have, . may be made of a scotchman, . may be said on both sides, , . more than little, is by much too, . more to that which had too, . of a muchness, . of earth so much of heaven, . one man can do, . so, to do so little done, . some have too, . something too, of this, . too, of a good thing, , . muchness, much of a, . muck of sweat, all of a, . muckle, twice as, as a' that, . mud, sun reflecting upon the, . muddy ill-seeming thick, . mudsills of society, . muffled drums are beating, . mugwump a person educated beyond his intellect, . mainspring mogul and, . multiplied visions, . multiplieth words, he, . multitude call the afternoon, . is always in the wrong, . many-headed, , . of counsellors, . of projects, . of sins, charity shall cover the, . swinish, hoofs of a, . multitudes in the valley of decision, . multitudinous seas incarnadine, . munich, wave, all thy banners, . murder, a brother's, . by the law, . cannot be long hid, . ez fer war i call it, . many a foul and midnight, . one, made a villain, . one to destroy is, . sacrilegious, hath broke ope, . sleep, macbeth, does, . though it have no tongue, . thousands takes a specious name to, . will out, . murders, twenty mortal, . murderer, carcasses bleed at the sight of the, . murky air, into the, . murmur, invites one to sleep, whose, . the shallow, . murmurs as the ocean murmurs, . died away in hollow, . hear our mutual, . near the running brooks, . to their woe, . murmuring fled, . of innumerable bees, . streams, lapse of, . murmurings were heard within, . murray was our boast, . muscle, motion of a, . trained, keep thy, . muscular, his christianity was, . training of a philosopher, . muse, every conqueror creates a, . his chaste, . his praise, expressive silence, . meditate the thankless, . of fire, o for a, . on nature with a poet's eye, . rise honest, . said look in thy heart, . worst-humoured, . worst-natured, . music and moonlight, . architecture is frozen, . at the close, setting sun and, . audible to him alone, . be the food of love, . breathing from her face, . ceasing of exquisite, . die in, . discourse most eloquent, . dwells lingering, where, . fading in, a swan-like end, . governed by a strain of, . hath charms to soothe the savage breast, . heavenly maid was young, . his very foot has, . in its roar, . in my heart i bore, . in the beauty, there is, . in the nightingale, there is no, . in them, die with all their, . instinct with, . like softest, . like the warbling of, . man that hath no, in himself, . mute, will make the, . never merry when i hear sweet, . night shall be filled with, . not for the doctrine but the, . of her face, . of humanity, still sad, . of the sea, rose to the, . of the spheres, . of the union, keep step to the, . of those village bells, . passed in, out of sight, . slumbers in the shell, . some to church repair for, . soul of, shed, . sounds of, creep in our ears, . sphere-descended maid, . sweet compulsion in, . sweeter than their own, a, . tells, many a tale their, . that would charm forever, . the sea-maid's, to hear, . 't is angels', . to attending ears, softest, . waste their, on the savage, . what fairy-like, . when soft voices die, . wherever there is harmony there is, . with her silver sound, . with its voluptuous swell, . with poem or with, . with the enamelled stones, . music's golden tongue, . musical as bright apollo's lute, , . glasses, shakespeare and the, . most, most melancholy, . musing in his sullein mind, . on companions gone, . there an hour alone, . while the fire burned, . muskets aimed at duck, . musk-rose and woodbine, . of the dale, sweetened every, . musk-roses, sweet with, . must be as we are now, . i thus leave thee, . youth replies i can, . mustard, after meat comes, . mutantur, nos et mutamur, . mute inglorious milton, . nature mourns, . nightingale was, . unchanged hoarse, . mutine in a matron's bones, . mutiny, stones to rise and, . mutter, wizards that peep and, . muttered in hell, 't was, . mutters backward, . mutton, joint of, . muttons, to return to our, . mutual heart, when we meet a, . my better half, . country 't is of thee, . ever new delight, . opinion is and so and so, . mynheer vandunck, . myriad of precedent, codeless, . myriad-minded shakespeare, . myriads bid you rise, what, . of daisies, . of rivulets hurrying, . myrtle, groves of laurel and, . land of the cypress and, . myrtles, grove of, , . myself am hell, . i live not in, . never less alone by, . not if i know, . such a thing as i, . mysteries lie beyond thy dust, . mysterious cement of the soul, . union with its native sea, . way, god moves in a, . mystery, burden of the, . heart of my, . hid under egypt's pyramid, . of mysteries, . mystic fabric sprung, the, . mystical lore, . naebody care for me, if, . naiad of the strand, . or a grace, . naiads, leads the dancing, . nail, fasten him as a, . on the head, hit the, , , . shoe lost for want of a, . to our coffin, care adds a, . to the mast her holy flag, . tooth and, . nails fastened by the masters, . near your beauty with my, . nailed by the ears, . on the bitter cross, . naked, every day he clad the, . human heart, . in december snow, . new-born babe, . new-born child, . to lash the rascals, . to mine enemies, . villany, clothe my, . woods wailing winds, . wretches, poor, . nam et ipsa scientia, . name achilles assumed, . ah sin was his, . and memory, . at which the world grew pale, . be george, if his, . be sung, let the redeemer's, . behind them, left a, . beyond the sky, waft thy, . breathe not his, . call it by some better, . cannot conceive nor, . current but not appropriate, . deed without a, . fascination of a, . filches from me my good, . foolish whistling of a, . friend of every friendless, . good, better than precious ointment, . good, better than riches, , . good, in man and woman, . grand old, of gentleman, . greatness of his, . greek or roman, . halloo your, to the reverberate hills, . hell trembled at the hideous, . her, is never heard, . his former, is heard no more, . in print, pleasant to see one's, . in the ambush of my, . is great in mouths, . is legion, my, . is macgregor, my, . is norval, my, . is woman, frailty thy, . king's, is a tower of strength, . lights without a, . local habitation and a, . love can scarce deserve the, . magic of a, . man with a terrible, . mark the marble with his, . murder takes a specious, . no blot on his, . no one can speak, . no parties, i, . of action, lose the, . of crispian, rouse at the, . of the prophet figs, . of the slough was despond, . of the world, borrow the, . of vanity fair, it beareth the, . phoebus what a, . pledge of a deathless, . ravished with the whistling of a, . rose by any other, . so blest as thine, no, . speak to thee in friendship's, . the world grew pale at, . thence they had their, . though late redeem thy, . to be known by, no, . to every fixed star, that give a, . unmusical to the volscians' ears, . was writ in water, . we will not ask her, . what is friendship but a, . what 's in a, . what the dickens his, is, . which no one can spell, . whose, has been well spelt, . worth an age without a, . worthy of the, . names, call things by their right, . commodity of good, . familiar as household words, . he loved to hear, . new-made honour doth forget men's, . of all the gods at once, . of their founders, forgotten the, . one of the few immortal, . syllable men's, . twenty more such, . which never were, . win ourselves good, . named thee but to praise, nor, . nameless column with the buried base, . deed, tells of a, . unremembered acts, . nan, such mistress such, . nap after dinner, . napkins tacked together, two, . naples is known, man to whom all, . napoleon's troops, . naps, old john, of greece, . narcissa's last words, . narcotics numbing pain, . narrative with age, . narrow as the neck of a vinegar-cruet, . compass, . human wit so, . isthmus, this, . the corner where man dwells, . two, words hic jacet, . world, he doth bestride the, . narrowed his mind, . narrowing lust of gold, . nasty ideas, a man of, . nation, ballads of a, . confound the language of the, . corner-stone of a, . curled darlings of our, . god sifted a whole, . he hates our sacred, . language of the, . laws of a, who should make the, . made and preserved us a, , . ne'er would thrive, . noble and puissant, . not lift sword against, . of gallant men, . of men of honour, . of shopkeepers, . other courts of the, . righteousness exalteth a, . small one a strong, . trick of our english, . void of wit and humour, . nations as a drop of a bucket, . but two, in all, . cheap defence of, . eclipsed the gayety of, . enrich unknowing, . fierce contending, . fond hope of many, . friendship with all, . greatness of his name make new, . kindreds and tongues, . mountains make enemies of, . niobe of, . to foreign, and to the next ages, . nation's eyes, history in a, . national debt a national blessing, . native and to the manner born, . charm, one, . heath, my foot is on my, . hue of resolution, . land good night, my, . seas, guard our, . shore, adieu my, . shore, fast by their, . to the heart, head is not more, . wood-notes wild, . nativity chance or death, . natural defect, not caused by any, . force abated, nor his, . i do it more, . in him to please, . more than, . on the stage he was, . selection, . sorrow loss or pain, . tears they dropped, . naturalist and historian, . naturalists observe a flea, so, . naturally as pigs squeak, . nature, accuse not, . action lies in his true, . affrighted, recoils, . against the use of, . an apprentice, . ancestors of, . and nature's god, . and nature's laws, . and reason, according to, . appalled, . art imitates, . be your teacher, let, . blessed is the healthy, . book of, . book of, short of leaves, . broke the die, . built many stories high, . cannot make a man, . cannot miss, . canvas glowed beyond, . clever man by, . commonplace of, . compunctious visitings of, . could no further go, the force of, . course of, is the art of god, . credulities dear to, . custom is almost, . darling of, . death is a secret of, . debt to, 's quickly paid, . diseased, breaks forth, . disobedience to, . dissembling, . done in my days of, . everything contains all the powers of, . exerting unwearied power, . extremes in, , . faire is good by, . fast in fate, binding, . fault to, . first cause of all that is true, . first made man, free as, . fitted by, to bear, . fool of, stood, . fools of, . for 't is their, too, . formed but one such man, . forms us for ourselves, . framed strange fellows, . friend a masterpiece of, . from her seat sighing, . great secretary of, . habit is second, . he is great who is what he is from, . her custom holds, . his, is too noble, . hold the mirror up to, . holds communion with, . how unjust to, . i do fear thy, . i loved, . in hir corages, . in him was almost lost, . in spite of, and their stars, . in the love of, . in you stands on the very verge, . is a mutable cloud, . is above art in that respect, . is but art unknown, . is fine in love, . is good by, . is styled truth, . is subdued to what it works in, . is the art of god, , . is too noble for the world, . lengths unknown, to carry, . little we see in, that is ours, . lived in the eye of, . looks through, . lord of all the works of, . lost in art, . lost the perfect mould, . loves so well to change, . made a pause, . made her, fairer than, . made her what she is, . made thee to temper man, . made us men, . might stand up, . modesty of, o'erstep not the, . mortal, did tremble, . mourns her worshipper, . muse on, with a poet's eye, . must obey necessity, . never did betray, . never lends her excellence, . never made, death which, . never put her jewels into a garret, . no such thing in, . not inferior to art, . not man the less but, more, . of an insurrection, . of things that are, . one touch of, . out from the heart of, . passing through, to eternity, . pattern of excelling, . permit, to take her own way, . prodigality of, . prompting of, . rich with the spoils of, . rough paths of peevish, . says best and she says roar, . second, practice becomes, . seems dead o'er one half-world, . shakes off her firmness, . shows, happiness depends as, . sink in years, . so mild and benign, . solid ground of, . some things are of that, . speaks a various language, . state of war by, . strong propensity of, . sullenness against, . swears the lovely dears, . sweet look that, wears, . teaches beasts, . the breeze of, . the vicar of the lord, . this fortress built by, . 't is their, too, . to advantage dressed, . to write and read comes by, . tone of languid, . under tribute, laid all, . unjust to, and himself, . up to nature's god, , . use can almost change the stamp of, . voice of, cries, . war was the state of, . weaknesses of human, . wears one universal grin, . what i call god fools call, . what is done against, . what we owe to, . who can paint like, . whole frame of, . whose body, is, . wild abyss the womb of, . wills, death a thing that, . youth of primy, . natures, same with common, . nature's bastards not her sons, . chief masterpiece, . cockloft is empty, . copy is not eterne, . daily food, human, . end of language is declined, . evening comment, . god, through nature up to, , . good and god's, . grace, rob me of free, . happiest mould, . heart beats strong, . heart in tune, . journeymen, . kindly law, . laws lay hid in night, . own creating, noble of, . own sweet cunning hand, . prentice hand, . second course, . second sun, love is, . soft nurse, gentle sleep, . sternest painter, . sweet restorer balmy sleep, . teachings, list to, . walks, eye, . works, universal blank of, . naught a trifle, think, . but the nightingale's song, . can me bereave, . horror of falling into, . in this life sweet, . my sighs avail, . saith the buyer it is, . venture naught have, . woman's nay doth stand for, . naughty night to swim in, . world, good deed in a, . nausicaa, heaven of charms divine, . nautilus, learn of the little, . navies are stranded when, . navigators, winds and waves on the side of the ablest, . navy, load would sink a, . of england, royal, . nay he shall have, . woman's, doth stand for naught, . nazareth, good thing out of, . ne supra crepidam, . neæra's hair, tangles of, . near, he comes too, , . he seems so, . is god to man, so, . to be thought so, will go, . to kerke the, from god more farre, . nearer my god to thee, . neat not gaudy, . repast light and choice, . still to be, still to be drest, . neat's leather, ever trod on, . leather, shoe of, . neat-handed phillis, . nebulous star we call the sun, . necessary being, god a, . end, death a, . harmless cat, . to invent god, . necessitatem in virtutem, . necessite, maken vertue of, . necessity beautiful, . has no law, . is the argument of tyrants, . knows no law, . nature must obey, . never refuses anything, . of mortal passions, . proper parent of an art, . the gods cannot strive against, . the mother of invention, . the tyrant's plea, . to make virtue of, , . turns to glorious gain, . villains by, . we give the praise of virtue to, . necessity's sharp pinch, . neck, driveth o'er a soldier's, . millstone hanged about his, . necks to gripe of noose, . walk with stretched-forth, . nectar on a lip, . water, and the rocks pure gold, . nectarean juice, . nectared sweets, feast of, . need, deserted at his utmost, . ever but in times of, . friend in, . good turn at, . many things i do not, . of a remoter charm, . of blessing, i had most, . of milk not strong meat, . needs go that the devil drives, , . only to be seen, . needed by each one, all are, . needful, one thing is, . needle and thread, hinders, . and thread, plying her, . eye of a, go through the, . in a bottle of hay, . points faithfully, the, . to the pole, true as the, . true, like the, . needle's eye, postern of a, . needless alexandrine, . needy hollow-eyed sharp-looking, . neglect may breed mischief, . such sweet, . wise and salutary, . neglecting worldly ends, . negligences, his noble, . negotiate for itself, every eye, . neighbour, hate your, . love of your, . love your, as thyself, , , . says, looks not to what his, . that he might rob a, . to wrangle with a, . neighbours, do good to our, . neighbour's corn, acre of, . creed, argument to thy, . heart, in conjecture of a, . shame, publishing our, . wife, love your, . neighbouring eyes, cynosure of, . neighe as ever he can, . neighing steed, farewell the, . neighs, high and boastful, . neither here nor there, . nelly, none so fine as, . nemean lion's nerve, . neptune, would not flatter, . neptune's ocean, all great, . nerve, strength of, . stretch every, . the nemean lion's, . the visual, . nerves and finer fibres brace, . shall never tremble, . nessus, shirt of, is upon me, . nest, byrd that fyleth his owne, , . birds in last year's, no, . this delicious, . nests, birds of this year in the, of the last, . birds in their little, agree, . birds of the air have, . in order ranged, . nest-eggs to make clients lay, . nestor swear, though, . net, all is fish that cometh to, . nets, ladies spend their time making, . nether millstone, hard as, . nettle danger, out of this, . tender-handed stroke a, . neutral, loyal and, in a moment, . neutrality of an impartial judge, . never alone appear the immortals, . better late than, . comes to pass, . elated, never dejected, . ending still beginning, . less alone, , . loved sae blindly, had we, . mention her, no we, . met or never parted, had we, . never can forget, . says a foolish thing, . tell a lie, . to hope again, . was seen nor never shall be, . would lay down my arms, . never-ending flight of days, . never-failing friends, . vice of fools, pride the, . nevermore be officer of mine, . quoth the raven, . shall be lifted, . new broom sweeps clean, . cost little less than, . departure, . ever charming ever, . fashion, the world's, . is not valuable, what is, . laws, new lords and, . look amaist as weel 's the, . or old, ale enough whether, . or old, alike fantastic if too, . see this is, it may be said, . testament, blessing of the, . thing under the sun, no, . things succeed, . transcends the old, the, . what is valuable is not, . what was, was false, . world into existence, . zealand, traveller from, . news, bringer of unwelcome, . evil, rides post, . from a far country, . good, baits, . much older than their ale, . on the rialto, what, . swallowing a tailor's, . new-born babe, pity like a, . babe, sinews of the, . child, a naked, . new england, i sing, . lights her fire in every prairie, . newest kind of ways, . new-fangled mirth, may's, . new-fledged offspring, . new-laid eggs roasted rare, . new-lighted, herald mercury, . new-made honour doth forget men's names, . new-mown hay, . new-spangled ore, . newspaper, never look into a, . newspapers are villanous, . newt, eye of, and toe of frog, . newton be, god said let, . where stood the statue of, . next doth ride abroad, . niagara stuns with thundering sound, . nicanor lay dead in his harness, . nice of no vile hold to stay him up, . too, for a statesman, . nicely sanded floor, . nicer hands, affection hateth, . niche he was ordained to fill, . nicht-goun, in his, . nick, machiavel, . of time, . our old, . niggardly rich man, . nigh is grandeur to our dust, . night, a cap by, , . across the day beyond the, . an atheist half believes a god by, . and storm and darkness, . as darker grows the, . attention still as, . azure robe of, the, . bed by, chest of drawers by day, . before christmas, 't was the, . black it stood as, . borrower of the, . breathed the long long, . breathing through the, . calm and silent, . candles of the, . chaos and old, . cheek of, hangs upon the, . closed his eyes in endless, . cometh when no man can work, . danger's troubled, . darkens the streets, . day brought back my, . day of woe the watchful, . deep of, is crept upon our talk, . descending, . doomed to walk the, . eldest, and chaos, . empty-vaulted, . except i be by sylvia in the, . fair regent of the, . follows the day, . for the morrow, desire of the, . from busy day the peaceful, . gloomy as, he stands, . golden lamps in a green, . good, and joy be wi' you, . good night good, . had withdrawn her sable veil, . has a thousand eyes, . hideous, makes, . hideous, making, . how beautiful is, . imagining some fear in the, . in love with, . in russia, this will last out a, . in the dead of, . infant crying in the, . infinite day excludes the, . innumerable as the stars of, . is but the daylight sick, . is long that never finds the day, . is the time to weep, . joint labourer with the day, . last in the train of, . light will repay the wrongs of, . lightning in the collied, . listening ear of, . lovely as a lapland, . lovers' tongues by, . many a dreadful, . meaner beauties of the, . mid the cheerless hours of, . motions of his spirit are dull as, . my native land good, . nature's laws lay hid in, . naughty, to swim in, . no evil thing walks by, . nor the moon by, . o day and, . of cloudless climes, . of memories and of sighs, . of sorrow, a fore-spent, . of the grave, . of waking, morn of toil, . oft in the stilly, . oft in the tranquil, . passed a miserable, . pillar of fire by, . pilot 't is a fearful, . regent of the, . sable goddess, . say not good, . shades of, . shadow of a starless, . shall be filled with music, . silver lining on the, . singeth all, . so full of ghastly dreams, . so late into the, . soft stillness and the, . son of the sable, . sound of revelry by, . stars in empty, . steal a few hours from the, . sung from morn till, . sylvia in the, except i be by, . that makes me or fordoes me, . that first we met, . that slepen alle, . till it be morrow, . to bloom for sons of, . to each a fair good, . toiling upward in the, . unto night showeth knowledge, . upon the cheek of, . vast and middle of the, . watch in the, . watchman what of the, . what is the, . when deep sleep falleth, . windy, a rainy morrow, . wings of, . witching time of, . with this her solemn bird, . womb of uncreated, . world in love with, . would not spend another such, . yield day to, . nights and days to come, all our, . are longest in russia, when, . are wholesome, . awake, lie ten, . dews of summer, . forty days and forty, . profit of their shining, . such as sleep o', . three sleepless, i passed, . to waste long, in pensive discontent, . with sleep, winding up, . night's black arch, . black mantle, . blue arch adorn, . candles are burnt out, . dull ear, piercing the, . night-cap decked his brow, . night-flower sees but one moon, . nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings, . man who imitated the, . no music in the, . roar an 't were any, . the wakeful, . to act the part of a, . was mute, the, . nightingale's high note, . song in the grove, . nightly pitch my moving tent, . to the listening earth, . nil tam difficilest, . nile, allegory on the banks of the, . dam up the waters of the, . dogs drinking from the, , . outvenoms all the worms of, . show me the fountain of the, . where is my serpent of old, . nilotic isle, . nimble and airy servitors, . and full of subtle flame, . nimbly and sweetly recommends itself, . capers, in a lady's chamber, . nine days' wonder, , . lives like a cat, , . moons wasted, . ninety-eight, to speak of, . ninny, handel 's but a, . ninth part of a hair, i 'll cavil on, . niobe, like, all tears, . of nations, . nipping and an eager air, . nips his root, . nisi suadeat intervallis, . no better than you should be, . day without a line, . love lost between us, . more like my father, . more of that hal, . reckoning made, . sooner looked but they loved, . sooner met but they looked, . sooner sighed but asked the reason, . noah's ark, hunt it into, . ark, mouldy rolls of, . nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus, . nobility, betwixt the wind and his, . idleness is an appendix to, . is the only virtue, . my, begins with me, . of ascent and descent, . our old, . nobility's true badge, mercy is, . noble and approved good masters, . army of martyrs, . be, . bloods, the breed of, . by heritage generous and free, . in a death so, . in reason, . living and the noble dead, . mind o'erthrown, . negligences, teach his, . of nature's own creating, . origin, gift of, . thoughts, never alone with, . to be good, 't is only, . to be, we 'll be good, . too, for the world, . nobles and heralds, . by the right of an earlier creation, . nobleman writes a book, when a, . noblemen of the garden, . nobleness in other men, . nobler growth, man is the, . in the mind to suffer, . loves and cares, . noblest, feels the, acts the best, . mind the best contentment has, . roman of them all, . thing, earth's, . things, sweetness and light the two, . work of god, an honest man, , . nobly born must nobly meet his fate, . die for their country, . planned, perfect woman, . nobody at home, there 's, . i care for, . nobody's business, . nod, affects to, . an esteemed person's, . ready with every, to tumble, . shakes his curls and gives the, . nods and becks, . homer sometimes, . nor is it homer, . nodded at the helm, palinurus, . noddin, nid nid, . nodding horror, . violet grows, . nodosities of the oak, . noise, dire was the, of conflict, . like of a hidden brook, . no, over a good deed, . of endless wars, . of folly, shunn'st the, . of many waters, . of waters in mine ears, . they that govern make least, . noiseless fabric sprung, . falls the foot of time, . foot of time, inaudible and, . tenor of their way, . noll for shortness called, . nomen alias quære, . nominated in the bond, . nomination of this gentleman, . to office, . non amo te, sabidi, . none are so desolate, . but himself his parallel, . but the brave deserves the fair, . ever loved but at first sight, . knew thee but to love thee, . on earth above her, . resign, few die and, . so blind that will not see, , . so deaf that will not hear, , . so poor to do him reverence, . think the great unhappy but the great, . to praise, maid with, . unhappy but the great, . who dares do more is, . without hope e'er loved, . nonsense and sense, through, . now and then, a little, . the corner of, . nook for me, an obscure, . seat in some poetic, . nooks to lie and read in, . noon, blaze of, . heaven's immortal, . no sun no moon no, . of thought, . sailing athwart the, . sun has not attained his, . to dewy eve, from, . noonday, clearer than the, . light, truth and, . that wasteth at, . noontide air, summer's, . noose, necks to gripe of, . noosing a bursting purse, . norman blood, . north, ariosto of the, . ask where 's the, . fair weather out of the, . hills of the stormy, . no east no west no, . to southeast to west, . unripened beauties of the, . northern main, to the, . thought is slow, . north-wind's breath, . norval, my name is, . norwegian hills, hewn on, . nor'-wester is blowing, a strong, . nose, any, may ravage a rose, . down his innocent, . entuned in hire, . his own, would not assert his, . into other men's porridge, . jolly red nose, . look so blue, why does thy, . of cleopatra, . on a man's face, , , . paying through the, . sharp as a pen, . spectacles on, and pouch on side, . that 's his precious, . to the grindstone, . wipe a bloody, . noses, and pleasant scents the, . athwart men's, . to the grindstone, , , . nosegay of culled flowers, . nostril, that ever offended, . upturned his, . nostrils, breath is in his, . not a drum was heard, . dead but gone before, . if i know myself at all, . in the vein, i am, . in toys we spent them, . lost but gone before, . of an age but for all time, . that i loved cæsar less, . to know me, . to speak it profanely, . what we wish, . with me is against me, . notches on the blade, . note, deed of dreadful, . deserving, . it in a book, . of him take no, . of praise, swells the, . of preparation, give dreadful, . of time, we take no, . of, when found make a, . take note take, o world, . that means to be of, . that swells the gale, . which cupid strikes, . youth that means to be of, . notes, all the compass of the, . by distance made more sweet, . chiel 's amang ye takin', . of woe, the deepest, . thick-warbled, . thy liquid, . thy once loved poet sung, . with many a winding bout, . note-book, set in a, . nothing, a thing cannot go back to, . becomes him ill, . before and nothing behind, . blessed is he who expects, . but that, might ever do, . but vain fantasy, begot of, . but well and fair, . but what hath been said before, , . can be well done hastily, . can bring back the hour, . can come out of nothing, . can cover his high fame, . can need a lie, . can touch him further, . can we call our own but death, . comes amiss so money comes, . comes to the new or strange, . common did or mean, . condition of doing, . created something of, . death in itself is, . dies but something mourns, . earthly could surpass her, . either good or bad, . else but to be mended, . emboldens sin so much as mercy, . except a battle lost, . extenuate, . for thee is too early, . full of sound and fury signifying, . gives to airy, . half so sweet in life, . having, yet hath all, . hid from the heat thereof, . i have everything yet have, . i owe much, i have, . i want nothing and i possess, . if not critical, . ill can dwell in such a temple, . in excess, . in his life became him, . infinite deal of, speaks an, . is but what is not, . is changed in france, . is good or fair alone, . is impossible, . is here for tears, . is law that is not reason, . is so hard but search will find it out, . is there to come, . is unnatural, . learned nothing and forgotten, . like being used to a thing, . little is better than, . long, everything by starts and, . must be done too late, . new except what is forgotten, . of him that doth fade, . passages that lead to, . profits more than self-esteem, . risks nothing gains, . says, when nothing to say, . secretly, do, . settled in manners, there is, . so becomes a man as modest stillness, . so difficult but it may be found out, . so expensive as glory, . so precious as time, . starve with, . succeeds like success, . that he did not adorn, . the sweet do, . the world knows, of its greatest men, . 't is something, . 't is not for, we life pursue, . to him falls early, . to this, but, . to wail or knock the breast, . to write about, . triumphs for, . true but heaven, . we desire, so much as what we ought not to have, . will come of nothing, . wise for saying, . wise men say, in dangerous times, . zealous for, . nothings, such laboured, . nothingness, day of, . pass into, . noticeable man, . notion, blunder and foolish, . notions, fudge we call old, . notorious by base fraud, . nought is everything, . shall make us rue, . so vile that on the earth, . nourish all the world, . nourisher in life's feast, . nourishment called supper, . novelty, pleased with, . november's surly blast, . now and forever, . came still evening on, . eternal, does always last, . everlasting, . i know it, thought so once, . i lay me down to sleep, . if it be, 't is not to come, . is the accepted time, . 's the day, now 's the hour, . noyance or unrest, . null, splendidly, . the evil is, . nulla dies sine linea, . nullum magnum ingenium, . quod tetigit non ornavit, . number, blessings without, . happiness of the greatest, . our days, teach us to, . stand more for, than accompt, . numbers, add to golden, . good luck in odd, . harmonious, . lisped in, . lived in settle's, . luck in odd, there is, . magic, and persuasive sound, . round, are false, . sanctified the crime, . stream in smoother, . tell me not in mournful, . there is divinity in odd, . warmly pure, . nun, like sentinel and, . the holy time is quiet as a, . nunnery get thee to a, . nunquam se minus otiosum, . nuptial bower, led her to the, . nurse a flame, if you, . contemplation, her best, . for a poetic child, . nature's soft, . of arms and land of scholars, . of manly sentiment, . of young desire, . nurses, wives are old men's, . nurse's arms, puking in the, . nursed a dear gazelle, . nursing her wrath, . nutbrown ale, the spicy, . nutmeg-graters, rough as, . nutmegs and cloves, . nutrition, to draw, . nymph, a wanton ambling, . haste thee, . in thy orisons, . mountain, sweet liberty, . naiad or a grace, . nympha pudica deum vidit, . nympholepsy of fond despair, . o me no o's, . oak, bend a knotted, . brave old, the, . for angling rod a sturdy, . from a small acorn grows, . hardest-timbered, . hearts of, are our ships, . hollow, our palace is, . little strokes fell great, . many strokes overthrow the tallest, . nodosities of the, . raven on yon left-hand, . shadow of the british, . ships were british, . oaks, branch-charmed, . from little acorns, tall, . oaken bucket, the old, . oar, drip of the suspended, . in every man's boat, . low stir of leaves and dip of, . soft moves the dipping, . spread the thin, . oars alone can ne'er prevail, . keep time and voices tune, . were silver, the, . with falling, . oat-cakes and sulphur, the land of, . oath, corporal, . good mouth-filling, . hard a keeping, sworn too, . he never made, to break an, . he that imposes an, . honour of more weight than an, . no, too binding for a lover, . not the, makes us believe, . spirit flew up with the, . trust no man on his, . oaths, false as dicers', . soldier full of strange, . oatmeal, literature on a little, . oats food for horses, . obadias, david, josias, . obdured breast, arm the, . obedience bane of all genius, . supreme powers keep men in, . to god, . obey the important call, . to love cherish and to, . troops of friends, . whom three realms, . object be our country, let our, . in possession, . objects in an airy height, . of all thought, . sees in all, eye of intellect, . obligation, haste to pay an, . to posterity, . obliged by hunger, . obliging, so, ne'er obliged, . oblivion, after life is, . bury in, . second childishness and mere, . stretch her wing, . tooth of time and razure of, . oblivious antidote, some sweet, . obscure grave, a little little, . palpable, . obscures the show of evil, . obsequious majesty, . observance, breach than the, . with this special, . observation, bearings of this, . by my penny of, . smack of, . strange places crammed with, . with extensive view, . observations which we make, . observe the opportunity, . observer, god has waited six thousand years for an, . he is a great, . observers, observed of all, . observer's sake, partial for the, . obstinate questionings of sense, . obstruction, to lie in cold, . occasion, courage mounted with, . mellowing of, . requires, silent when, . to know one another, . when to take, by the hand, . occasions and causes, . qualities to meet great, . occident, in the yet unformed, . occupation, absence of, . 's gone, othello's, . occupations, let thy, be few, . occurrence, fortuitous, . ocean bed, day-star in the, . deep bosom of the, . depths of the, . girdled with the sky, . grasp the, with my span, . great neptune's, . i have loved thee, . is this the mighty, . leans against the land, . life's tremulous, . like the round, . murmurs as the, . nothing but sky and, . of truth all undiscovered, . on life's vast, . on whose awful face, . roll on thou dark blue, . sunless retreats of the, . the round, . to the river of his thoughts, . unfathomed caves of, . upon a painted, . wave, life on the, . wave of the, . ocean's foam to sail, on, . mane, hand upon the, . melancholy waste, . o'clock, for it 's nou ten, . october, dies in, . octogenarian chief, the, . octosyllabic verse, the, . ocular proof, give me, . odd numbers, divinity in, . numbers, luck in, . numbers most effectual, . numbers, the god delights in, . odds, facing fearful, . life must one swear, . with morning, night almost at, . odious, comparisons are, , , . in woollen, . odorous, comparisons are, . odour, stealing and giving, . sweet and wholesome, . odours crushed are sweeter, . flung rose flung, . sabean, . virtue is like precious, . when sweet violets sicken, . odyssey, the iliad and the, . o'er-dusted, than gilt, . o'erflowing full, without, . off with his head, , . offence, detest the, . forgave the, . from amorous causes, spring, . is rank, my, . no harshness gives, . returning after, . offences, too thin to hide, . offended, for him have i, . offender, hugged the, . love the, . never pardons the, . offending adam, whipped the, . front of my, . soul alive, most, . offends at some unlucky time, . offering be, though poor the, . off-heel provokes the caper, his, . office and affairs of love, . circumlocution, . clear in his great, . due participation of, . hath but a losing, . insolence of, . nomination to, . tender, long engage me, . to speak patience, 't is all men's, . offices are public trusts, . friendship an exchange of good, . great talents for great, . of prayer and praise, . officer and the office, . fear each bush an, . of mine, never more be, . officious innocent sincere, . offspring, new fledged, . of heaven first-born, . of the gentilman jafeth, . time's noblest, . true source of human, . oft expectation fails, . has it been my lot, . in the stilly night, . invited me, . repeating they believe 'em, . the wisest man, he is, . oil, business furnishes, . everything is soothed by, . incomparable macassar, . little, in a cruse, . midnight, consumed the, . neither did the cruse of, fail, . of joy for mourning, . on the sea, pouring, . unprofitably burns, our, . oily art, that glib and, . man of god, round fat, . ointment precious, better than, . old age comes on apace, . age, dallies like the, . age in this universal man, . age is a regret, . age is beautiful and free, their, . age of cards, . age serene and bright, . age, which should accompany, . ale enough whether new or, . alike fantastic if too new or, . always find time to grow, . and fat, grows, . as i am for ladies love unfit, . authors to read, . belerium to the northern main, . bookes, out of, . ere i was, . fieldes, out of the, . friends are best, . friends old times, . friends to trust, . grimes is dead, . groans ring yet in my ears, . growing, in drawing nothing up, . have been young and now am, . hugged by the, . i love everything that 's, . in the brave days of, . iron rang, . jolly place in times of, . love for new, . man, a good, . man do, what can an, . man eloquent, . man to have so much blood, . man, weak and despised, . man's darling, . man's heart, blood in an, . manners old books old wine, . men fools, young men think, . men shall dream dreams, . men's dream, . mighty minds of, . monks of, those, . nick, . nobility, leave us still our, . not so, but she may learn, . oaken bucket, . odd ends stolen out of holy writ, . soldiers are surest, . tale and often told, . testament, blessing of the, . that glorious song of, . the new transcends the, . wine to drink, . wine wholesomest, is not, . with service, weary and, . wood burns brightest, . wood to burn, . oldest sins the newest kind of ways, . old-fashioned poetry, . old-gentlemanly vice, . olive-plants, children like, . oliver, rowland for an, . olympian bards who sung, . olympic games, conqueror in the, . race, alexander in the, . olympus, tottering ossa stood on, . omega, alpha and, . omen, asks no, . omnia mutantur, . omnipresent, like the deity is, . on a lone barren isle, . and up amid the hills, . his last legs, . stanley on, . with the dance, . ye brave, . once a year, christmas comes but, . i thought so, now i know it, . in doubt, . loved poet sung, notes thy, . man can die but, . more unto the breach, . more upon the waters, . to be resolved, . to every man and nation, . one and inseparable, . as the sea, . country one constitution, . fair daughter and no more, . fair spirit, with, . fell swoop, . forty feeding like, . god one law one element, . good sir i owe you, . kind kiss before we part, . led astray, like, . man among a thousand, . man can do, so much, . man's poison, . man's will, to live by, . man's wit, . many must labour for the, . mind in an house, . more unfortunate, . near one is too far, . of her, within, . on god's side is a majority, . science only, . that feared god, . that hath, unto every, . that loved not wisely, . that was a woman, . that would circumvent god, . that would peep and botanize, . thought of thee, . truth is clear, . onset, word of, . onward, steer right, . upward till the goal ye win, . oozing out, my valour is, . opaceous earth, round this, . ope, murder hath broke, . my lips, when i, . the sacred source, . open and free, hand and heart, . as day for melting charity, . eye, alle night with, . locks whoever knocks, . rebuke is better, . yield, try what the, . opening bud to heaven conveyed, . eyelids of the morn, . flower, every, . paradise to him are, . openings, spots of sunny, . operation, by mere mechanic, . it requires a surgical, . opes the palace of eternity, . ophiuchus, huge, . opinion, error of, . human to err in, . inconsistencies of, . my deliberate, . no way approve his, . of his own, still, . of pythagoras, . of the law, with good, . of the strongest, . pay for his false, . scope of my, . what thinkest thou of his, . opinions back with wager, . force of, . halt between two, . i have bought golden, . maintain no ill, . never two, alike, . of mankind, . stiff in, always in the wrong, . opportunities lost never regained, . opportunity, dust of servile, . observe the, . watch your, . we often miss our, . will prevail, . opposed, that the, may beware, . opposing end them, by, . oppressed, while one man 's, . with two weak evils, . oppression, rumour of, . oppressor's wrong, . oppugnancy, in mere, . optics sharp it needs, . turn their, in upon 't, . oracle, i am sir, . of god, fast by the, . pronounced wisest, . oracles are dumb, . oracular tongue, use of my, . oraculous, let him, thy fate display, . orange bright, like golden lamps, . flower perfumes the bower, . glows, where the gold, . orations, make no long, . objections against, . orator, i am no, . orators, loud-bawling, . repair, the famous, . very good, when they are out, . oratory, flowery, he despised, . orb, foolery does walk about this, . in orb cycle and epicycle, . monthly changes in her circled, . of one particular tear, . of song, that mighty, . there is not the smallest, . orbaneja the painter, . orbed maiden with white fire, . orbit and sum of shakespeare's wit, . orcades, in scotland at the, . orchard lawns, happy fair with, . sleeping within my, . orchestral silences, grand, . ordained of god, . ordains, heaven a time, . order changeth, the old, . decently and in, . gave each thing view, . his mistress', to perform, . in variety we see, . is heaven's first law, . nests ranged in, . of your going, stand not upon the, . reigns in warsaw, . set thine house in, . this better in france, . to haud the wretch in, . orders, almighty's, to perform, . brought, large elements in, . profane no divine, . ordinances, external, . ordinary men are fit for, . men, reach, of, . ordine retrogrado, . ore, new-spangled, . organ, most miraculous, . of her life, every lovely, . silent, loudest chants, . organs dimensions senses, . organically incapable of a tune, . organized hypocrisy, . organ-pipe of frailty, . orient beams, spreads his, . mould, shaft of, . pearl, a double row, . pearl, sowed the earth with, . pearls at random strung, . pearls, puddly thoughts to, . origin, every gift of noble, . original a thought is often, . and end, . brightness, lost her, . proclaim, their great, . originals, reading books in the, . shakespeare more original than his, . originality, solitude of his own, . originator and quoter, . orion, loose the bands of, . orisons, nymph in thy, . ormus and of ind, wealth of, . ornament, foreign aid of, . in prosperity, education an, . is but the guiled shore, . it carried none, . of a meek and quiet spirit, . of beauty is suspect, . sent to be a moment's, . to his profession, . to society, . ornate and gay, . orphan's tears, wronged, . orpheus, bid the soul of, sing, . harp of, . with his lute, . orthodox, prove their doctrine, . orthodoxy is my doxy, . osity and ation, words in, . ossa on olympus stood, . on pelion, . on the top of pelion, . ostentatious, elegant but not, . ostrich, resembled the wings of an, . oswego spreads her swamps, . othello's breast, a rush against, . occupation 's gone, . visage in his mind, i saw, . others apart sat on a hill, . should build for him, . ounce of civet, give me an, . of poison in one pocket, . our acts our angels are, . oursels, to see, as others see, . ourselves are at war, . the fault is in, . to know, knowledge is, . out brief candle, . damned spot, . good orators when they are, . mordre wol, . of house and home, . of my lean and low ability, . of old bookes, . of sight out of mind, , . of the frying-pan, . of the old fieldes, . of thine own mouth, . outbreak of a fiery mind, . out-did the frolic wine, . the meat, . out-herods herod, . outlives in fame, . this day and comes safe home, . out-paramoured the turk, . outrageous fortune, arrows of, . outrageously virtuous, . outrun the constable, . outshone the wealth of ormus, . outside, swashing and a martial, . what a goodly, falsehood hath, . out-topping knowledge, . outvenoms all the worms of the nile, . out-vociferize even sound itself, . outward and visible sign, . appear beautiful, . form and feature, . side, angel on the, . walls, banners on the, . over the hills and far away, . violent or over civil, . overarched, etrurian shades high, . pillared shade high, . overcame, i came saw and, . over-canopied with woodbine, . overcome but half his foe, . evil with good, . us like a summer's cloud, . overcomes by force, . over-flowing full, without, . over-measure, enough with, . overmuch, be not righteous, . over-payment of delight, . overpowering knell, . over-refinement, let not, deck thy thoughts, . overthrow, purposed, . over-weathered ribs, . ovid murray, how sweet an, . owe, if i can't pay, i can, . much i have nothing, . no man anything, . you one, thank you i, . owed, dearest thing he, . owing owes not, a grateful mind, . owl, hawked at by a mousing, . that shrieked, it was the, . to be afraid of an, . owls, answer him ye, . to athens, sending, . owlet atheism, the, . own, do what i will with mine, . every subject's soul is his, . god marked him for his, . the soft impeachment, . would not assert his nose his, . owned with a grin, . owner, grief makes his, stoop, . ox knoweth his, . owners, kick their, . ox, fish sold for more than an, . goeth to the slaughter, . knoweth his owner, . than a stalled, . oxen, who drives fat, . oxenforde, clerk ther was of, . oxlips and the crown imperial, . and the nodding violet, . oyster crossed in love, . man that first eat an, . not good without an r in the month, . pearl in your foul, . the world 's mine, . 't was a fat, , . pace, creeps in this petty, . inoffensive, . thoughts with violent, . paces, time travels in divers, . pacific, stared at the, . pacings, the long mechanic, . pack, as a huntsman his, . pack-staff, plain as a, . pagan horn, lends his, . suckled in a creed, . page, beautiful quarto, . history hath but one, . of knowledge, ample, . pictures atone for the, . prescribed, all but the, . rank thee upon glory's, . torn from their destined, . pageant, insubstantial, . train when i am dead, no, . pageantry of a king, . paid dear for his whistle, . well that is well satisfied, . pain, akin to, . all the heart then knew of, . and anguish wring the brow, . and ruin, threats of, . be our joys three parts, . change the place and keep the, . cure is not worth the, . die of a rose in aromatic, . dull narcotics numbing, . error wounded writhes with, . for promised joy, . frown at pleasure smile in, . glad life's arrears of, . greatest, it is to love, . heart that never feels a, . in company with, . is felt in every member, . it is that pain to miss, . it was to drown, . labour we delight in physics, . laughter is fraught with some, . lessened by another's anguish, . mighty, to love it is, . naught but grief and, . no fiery throbbing, . no throbs of fiery, . of finite hearts that yearn, . pleasures banish, . pleasures in the vale of, . short-lived, . sigh yet feel no, . some natural sorrow loss or, . stranger yet to, . sweet is pleasure after, . tender for another's, . that has been and may be, . though full of, . to break its links so soon, . too much rest becomes a, . to the bear, . turns with ceaseless, . vows made in, . pains and penalties of idleness, . grow sharp, when, . labour for his, . man of pleasure man of, . of love be sweeter far, . pleasure in poetic, . stings you for your, . which only poets know, . world of sighs for my, . painful vigils keep, pensive poets, . warrior famoused for fight, . paint an inch thick, . like nature, who can, . lion not so fierce as they, . no words can, . the laughing soil, . the lily gild refined gold, . the meadows with delight, . them, he best can, . them truest praise them most, . painted blind, winged cupid, . blossoms drest, . devil, childhood that fears a, . jove, like a, . lion is not so fierce as, . ocean, upon a, . she 's all my fancy, her, . ship, idle as a, . trifles and fantastic joys, . painter, flattering, a, . great, dips his pencil, . gymnastic teacher, . nature's sternest, . painting can express, more than, . is silent poetry, . poetry as speaking, . paintings, i have heard of your, . palace and a prison, . beautiful, the, . deceit in gorgeous, . hollow oak our, . of eternity, key that opes the, . of the soul, , . palaces, gorgeous, . 'mid pleasures and, . princes', cottages had been, . prosperity within thy, . pale, call it fair not, . cast of thought, . feet crossed in rest, . gradations, no, . his uneffectual fire, 'gins to, . jessamine, crow-toe and, . martyr in shirt of fire, . my cheeks make, . passion loves, places which, . prithee why so, . realms of shade, . unripened beauties, . pale-eyed priest, . pale-faced moon, . palestines, delphian vales the, . palinurus nodded at the helm, . pall, in sceptred, . pall mall, sweet shady side of, . pallas, perched upon a bust of, . jove and mars, . palls upon the sense, . palm and southern pine, land of, . bear the, alone, . itching, . like some tall, . of my hands, oozing out at the, . of orange blossom and, . open palm upon his, . palms, his islands lift their fronded, . palm-tree, flourish like the, . palmer's weed, votarist in, . palmy state of rome, . palpable and familiar, . hit, . obscure, the, . palsied eld, . palsy-stricken, poor weak, . palter in a double sense, . paly flames, through their, . pampered, goose, . menial drove me from the door, . pan, awe-inspiring god, . is dead great pan is dead, , . leap out of the frying, . to moses lends his pagan horn, . pancakes, flat as, . panders will, reason, . pandora, more lovely than, . pang as great as when a giant dies, . dismissed without a parting, . learn nor account the, . preceding death, . that rends the heart, . pangs and fears, . of despised love, . of guilty power, . the wretched find, . which it hath witnessed, . pansies for thoughts, . pansy for lovers' thoughts, . freaked with jet, . pant for you, till we meet shall, . pants for glory, . for twenty-one, . pantaloon, lean and slippered, . panteth, as the hart, . panting syllable, chase a, . time toiled after him in vain, . paper bullets of the brain, . credit, blest, . he hath not eat, . portion of uncertain, . that ever blotted, . papers in each hand, . speak from your folded, . paper-mill, thou hast built a, . paradise, and walked in, . beyond compare, . drunk the milk of, . flowers worthy of, . for horses, italy a, . for women, england a, . heavenly, is that place, . how grows our store in, . in this fool's, . must i thus leave thee, . of fools, , . only bliss of, . opened unto you, . thought would destroy their, . to him are opening, . to what we fear of death, . paradisiacal pleasures, . paragon, an earthly, . parallel, admits no, . none but himself his, . parcel of their fortunes, . parcel-gilt goblet, . parchment should undo a man, that, . pard, bearded like the, . pard-like spirit, . pardon in the degree that we love, . or to bear it, . something to the spirit of liberty, . they ne'er, . pardons, the offender never, . pardoned all except her face, . parent from the sky, keep one, . knees, a new-born child, . of good, . of invention, necessity the, . the people's, . parents passed into the skies, . were the lord knows who, . parfit gentil knight, a veray, . paris, for french of, . good americans when they die go to, . good talkers only found in, . parish church, plain as way to, . me no parishes, . wide was his, . parlour, is it a party in a, . will you walk into my, . parlous boy, . parmaceti for an inward bruise, . parmenio and alexander, . parole of literary men, . parson bemused in beer, . forty, power, . owned his skill, in arguing the, . there goes the, . part, a kick in that, . act well your, . art and, . believe it, i do in, . each minute and unseen, . every man must play a, . for my own, . hard to, when friends are dear, . hath chosen that good, . immortal, of myself, . love and then to, . my soul's better, . of a hair, ninth, . of all that i have met, . of being, hath a, . of his religion, he made it, . of sight, became a, . of valour, the better, . of wisdom, . so he plays his, . to heaven gave his blessed, . vital in every, . we know in, . parts, all his gracious, . allure thee, if, . man of sovereign, . mark of virtue in his outward, . of good natural, . of one stupendous whole, . one man plays many, . pawing to get free his hinder, . partake the gale, . parted, double cherry seeming, . never met or never, . when we two, . parthenon, earth proudly wears the, . partial evil universal good, . for the observer's sake, . participation of divineness, . of office, . particle, that very fiery, . particular hair, each, . star, a bright, . tear, orb of one, . parties, i name no, . parting day dies like the dolphin, . day, knell of, . day linger and play, . guest, speed the, . is such sweet sorrow, . of the way, . pang, dismissed without a, . was well made, . partings, such, break the heart, . partington, dame, . partition, middle wall of, . union in, . partitions, what thin, , . partly may compute, we, . party, gave up to, . he serves his, best, . honesty is party expediency, . in a parlour, is it a, . is the madness of many, . pass by me as the idle wind, . for a man, let him, . into nothingness, . let him, . let it be. let it, . my imperfections by, . never never comes to, . so it came to, . passage, act of common, . bird of, cuckoo is a, . each dark, shun, . of an angel's tear, . to fret a, . passages that lead to nothing, . passed in music out of sight, . passenger pukes in, sea the, . wandering, . passeth all understanding, . show, that which, . passing fair, is she not, . rich with forty pounds, . strange, 't was, . sweet is solitude, . the love of women, . thought, like a, . through nature to eternity, . tribute of a sigh, . well, daughter which he loved, . passion catching all, . chaos of thought and, . dies, till our, . driven by, . haunted me like a, . is the gale, . leads, where, . light the fires of, . may i govern my, . one, doth expel another, . only i discern infinite, . places which pale, loves, . put me into a towering, . ruling, , . something with, clasp, . spent its novel force, . to tatters, tear a, . vows with so much, . we feel, happier in the, . whirlwind of, . woman in her first, . women love in their first, . passions, all, all delights, . are likened best to floods, . fly with life, all other, . necessity of mortal, . never let such angry, rise, . noblest, to inspire, . to be relished, . passion's slave, man that is not, . passion-waves are lulled to rest, . passionate intuition, . simple sensuous and, . passiveness, in a wise, . past all surgery, . and to come seems best, . anticipate the, . at least is secure, . conclude the future by the, . groaning ever for the, . hallowed quiets of the, . heaven has not power upon the, . help should be past grief, . indemnity for the, . is gone, the, . leave thy low-vaulted, . let the dead, bury its dead, . miracles are, . neither the, nor the future, . never plan the future by the, . nothing to come and nothing, . our dancing days, . repent what 's, . shadowy, summon from the, . the bitter, more welcome the sweet, . the bounds of freakish youth, . the size of dreaming, . the wit of man, . unsigned for, . voice of the, . when on the, i fondly dwell, . paste and cover to our bones, . pastime and our happiness, . pastoral, cold, . pastors, as some ungracious, . pasture shall prepare, the lord my, . pastures and fresh woods, . lie down in green, . patch grief with proverbs, . up his fame, . patches, king of shreds and, . pate, you beat your, . paternal acres, a few, . path, light unto my, . motive guide, original and end, . no, of flowers leads to glory, . no royal, to geometry, . of dalliance treads, . of duty was to glory, . of milton, round the, . of sorrow and that alone, . of the just, . the world advances along its, . to heaven, journey like the, . to tread, soon or late that, . we tread, side of every, . paths are peace, all her, . ask for the old, . of glory lead to the grave, . of joy and woe, checkered, . of peevish nature, . to woman's love, . pathless groves, . was the dreary wild, . way, heaven's wide, . woods, pleasure in the, . pathos, that is the true, . patience, abusing of god's, . and shuffle the cards, . and sorrow strove, . by your gracious, . flour of wifly, . habits of peace and, . ingredient of genius, . may compass anything, . men's office to speak, . on a monument, sat like, . passion of great hearts, . poor are they that have not, . preacheth, . sovereign o'er transmuted ill, . stubborn, . thou rose-lipped cherubin, . with, he stands waiting, . patient humble spirit, . man, fury of a, . man in loss, . merit of the unworthy takes, . must minister to himself, . of toil, . remedy for every trouble, . search and vigil long, . though sorely tried, . to be, is a branch of justice, . to perform, . when favours are denied, . patiently to endure the toothache, . patines of bright gold, . patriarch, the venerable, . patrick spence, ballad of, . patriot truth, . patriots all, true, . worthy, dear to god, . patriot's boast, such is the, . fate, cowards mock the, . patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel, . whose, would not gain force on the plain of marathon, . patron and the jail, . one who looks with unconcern, . pattern of excelling nature, . to imitate, not as a, . paul, by the apostle, . now by saint, . robbing peter he paid, , , . pauper, he 's only a, . pause, an awful, . and look back, . for a reply, i, . i stand in, . must give us, . nature made a, . pavement, riches of heaven's, . stars, dust is gold and, . pawing to get free, lion, . pay, a double debt to, . him in his own coin, . if i can't, why i can owe, . more due than more than all can, . pays all debts, he that dies, . base is the slave that, . us but with age and dust, . paying through the nose, . peace, a charge in, . above all earthly dignities, . all her paths are, . anchor of our, . and competence, health, . and health, best treasures, . and quiet, calm, . and rest can never dwell, . and righteousness, . and slumberous calm, . and war, man of, . as a breathing time, . be within thy walls, . brooded o'er the hushed domain, . cankers of a long, . carry gentle, . deep dream of, . first in war first in, . fool when he holdeth his, . forever hold his, . habits of patience and, . hath her victories, . hold companionship in, . in freedom's hallowed shade, . in thy right hand, . inglorious arts of, . is its companion, . its ten thousand slays, . lay me down in, to sleep, . let us have, . live in, adieu, , . makes solitude and calls it, , . man of, and war, . means of preserving, . modest stillness and, . never a good war or bad, . no, unto the wicked, . nor ease of heart, . of god, . of mind, dearer than all, . on earth good will toward men, . only as a breathing time, . prepare for war in, , . righteousness and, . slept in, . so sweet, life so dear or, . soft phrase of, . soft, she brings, . star of, return, . the empire is, . thinks of war in time of, . thousand years of, . to be found in the world, . to gain our peace have sent to, . unjust, before a just war, . uproar the universal, . was slain, thrice my, . weak piping time of, . when there is no peace, . your valor won, enjoyed the, . peaceably if we can, . with all men, live, . peaceful evening, welcome, . hours i once enjoyed, . peacemaker, if is the only, . peak and pine, dwindle, . in darien, upon a, . to peak, far along from, . peaks wrapped in clouds, . pealing anthem, . pearl and gold, barbaric, . chain of all virtues, . double row of orient, . for carnal swine, too rich a, . heaps of, . if all their sand were, . in a woman's eye, . in your foul oyster, . many a fair, laid up, . no radiant, . of great price, . quarelets of, . sowed the earth with orient, . threw a, away, . pearls at random strung, orient, . before swine, . did grow, asked how, . of thought, . puddly thoughts to orient, . row of orient, . that were his eyes, . who would search for, . pears from an elm, . go to a pear-tree for, . peasant, some belated, . toe of the, . peasantry, country's pride, . pease, like as one, is to another, , . pebbles, children gathering, . pebbly spring, stream or, . peck at, for daws to, . of salt, . of troubles, . peculiar graces, shot forth, . grand gloomy and, . pedants much affect, learned, . pedestaled in triumph, . pedigree, lass wi' a lang, . peep and botanize upon his mother's grave, . into glory, . of day, . to what it would, . wizards that, . peer, king stephen was a worthy, , . rhyming, a, . peers, my, the heroes of old, . pegasus, turn and wind a fiery, . pelf, i crave no, . pelion, from ossa hurled, . nods with all his wood, . on the top of ossa, . ossa on, . pellucid streams, . pelops' line, thebes or, . pelting of this pitiless storm, . pembroke's mother sidney's sister, . pen and ink, never saw, . becomes a torpedo, . devise wit write, . famous by my, . glorious by my, . in hand, foolish without, . is the tongue of the mind, . mightier than the sword, . nose sharp as a, . of a ready writer, . of iron, written with a, . poet's, turns them to shapes, . product of a scoffer's, . such virtue has my, . was shaped, . worse than the sword, . pens a stanza, who, . quirks of blazoning, . penalties of idleness, . penance, call us to, . pence, take care of the, . pendent bed and procreant cradle, . rock a towered citadel, . world, , . pendulum betwixt a smile and tear, . penelophon o king quoth she, . penetrable stuff, made of, . penned it down, so i, . penniless lass, a, . penning bows, 't is, . penny for your thoughts, , . in the urn of poverty, . of observation, by my, . saved is a penny got, . saved is twopence dear, . seven halfpenny loaves for a, . wise pound foolish, . pension list is the roll of honour, . or lose his, . pensioner on the bounties of an hour, . to be a miser's, . pensive beauty, like, . discontent, waste nights in, . poets painful vigils keep, . through a happy place, . pent, here in the body, . long in populous city, . pentameter, in the, . penthouse lid, hang upon his, . pent-up utica, . penury and imprisonment, . repressed their noble rage, . people, all sorts of, . all with one accord, . are good, the, . arose as one man, . at leaving unpleasant, . by the people for the, . fond of ill-luck, . government from and for the, . government of all the, . government of the, . in the gristle, . indictment against a whole, . inurned, weep a, . judge men by success, . last, i should choose, . made for the, by the, . never give up their liberties, . of the skies common, . perish where there is no vision, . pleurisy of, . that make puns, . the sunbeams, motes that, . they that marry ancient, . thy people shall be my, . who would have been poets, . whose annals are blank, . people's government, . parent he protected all, . prayer, . right maintain, . will, based upon her, . peopled, the world must be, . peor and baälim, . peppercorn, i am a, . pepper his cabbage, . peppered the highest, who, . two of them, i have, . perception, quintessence of, . perch, where eagles dare not, . perchance the dead, . to dream, to sleep, . perched and sat, . upon a bust of pallas, . percy and douglas, song of, . perdition catch my soul, . peregrinations, labours and, . peremptory tone, with a, . perfect chrysolite, one, . day, unto the, . days, then if ever come, . love casteth out fear, . man, mark the, . ways of honour, . woman nobly planned, . perfected, a woman, . perfectest herald of joy, . perfection, fulness of, . of reason, . perishes, what 's come to, . pink of, . praise and true, . perfections, his sweete, . perfidious bark, that fatal, . perform, an ability that they never, . patient to, . perfume and suppliance of a minute, . on the violet, to throw a, . puss-gentleman that 's all, . scent of odorous, . perfumed like a milliner, . perfumes of arabia, . perhaps, a great, . turn out a song, . turn out a sermon, . peri at the gate of eden, . beneath the dark sea, . peril in thine eye, . perils do environ, what, , . doe enfold, how many, . safe through a thousand, . perilous edge of battle, . shot out of an elder gun, . stuff which weighs upon the heart, . periodical fits of morality, . periods of time, in, . perish, all of genius which can, . in its fall, . that thought, . where there is no vision, the people, . with thee, thy money, . perished in his pride, . periwig-pated fellow, . perjuria ridet amantum jupiter, . perjuries, jove laughs at lovers', . perjury, lovers', . perked up in a glistening grief, . permanent alliances, . forward not, . permit to heaven, . pernicious to mankind, wine, . weed, . perpetual benediction, . motion, scoured with, . priesthood, literary men a, . perplex and dash maturest counsels, . perplexed in the extreme, . morality is, . the wisest may well be, . perplexes monarchs, . perseverance better than violence, . persian carpet, discourse like a, . persian gulfs, pearls of thought in, . persians, law of the medes and, . persian's heaven is easily made, . person, freedom of, . oblong square triangular, . persons of good sense, . no respect of, place nor, . there is no respect of, with god, . two distinct, . personage, genteel in, . less imposing, . this goodly, . persuade, tongue to, . persuaded in his own mind, . whom none could advise thou hast, . persuading, fair-spoken and, . persuasion flows from his lips, . holds aloof, . of whatever state or, . ripened into faith, . tips his tongue, . persuasive sound, . pertains to feats of broil, . perturbed spirit, rest, . peru, from china to, , . perverts the prophets, . pestilence and war, . like a desolating, . seals that close the, . that walketh in darkness, . petar, hoist with his own, . peter, by robbing, he paid paul, , . denyed his lord, . feared full twenty times, . i 'll call him, . peter's dome, that rounded, . keys, . peterkin, quoth little, . petition me no petitions, , . petrifies the feeling, . petticoat, her feet beneath her, . tempestuous, . petty pace, creeps in this, . phalanx, in perfect, . the pyrrhic, . phantasma, like a, . phantom of delight, she was a, . phantoms of hope, . pherecydes, stories about, . phials hermetically sealed, . phidias, his awful jove young, . philanthropists in time of famine, . philip and mary on a shilling, . drunk, appeal from, . receiving news of success, . when arbitrator, . philips whose touch harmonious, . philippi, i will see thee at, . philistines be upon the, . opponent of the children of light, . phillis, neat-handed, . philologists who chase a panting syllable, . philosopher and friend, . can scorn, scarce the firm, . never yet that could endure the toothache, . philosophers have judged, as wise, . sayings of, . will put their names to their books, . philosophic mind, the, . philosopher, he was a, . muscular training of a, . philosophie, aristotle and his, . philosophy adversity's sweet milk, . bringeth about to religion, . could find it out, if, . depth in, . dreamt of in your, . for fear divine, . hast any, in thee shepherd, . how charming is divine, . i ask not proud, . inclineth to atheism, . is a good horse in the stable, . is nothing but discretion, . lights of mild, . makes men deep, . of one who studies, . search of deep, . teaching by examples, . that no, can lift, . triumphs over past evils, . vain wisdom and false, . what to be gained from, . will clip an angel's wings, . phoebus 'gins arise, . in his strength, . what a name, . phoebus' wain, wheels of, . phocion and demosthenes, . saying of, . phosphor, sweet, bring the day, . phrase, a fico for the, . choice word and measured, . of peace, the soft, . proverbed with a grandsire, . would be more german, . phrases, mint of, in his brain, . phrygian turk, . physic, gold in, is a cordial, . pomp, take, . throw, to the dogs, . to preserve health, . well because i use none of your, . physics pain, labour we delight in, . physical and metaphysical impossibility, . arguments and opinions, . physically impossible, . physician heal thyself, . is there no, there, . presumed to call himself a, . physicians, catch diseases to cure them, . use three, . pia mater, womb of, . pick a pocket, not scruple to, . no quarrels, . picks yer pocket, smiles while it, . picked, age is grown so, . out of ten thousand, . up his crumbs, . picking and stealing, . pickwickian sense, in a, . pict, from a naked, . picture, look here upon this, . placed the busts between, . who looks at an american, . pictures, eyes make, . for the page atone, . in afric maps, savage, . of silver, . pictured urn, fancy from her, . pie, finger in every, . no man's, is freed from his finger, . piece, faultless, to see, . of british manhood, sounder, . of work is a man, what a, . pieces, dash him to, . piecemeal on the rock, . piercing the night's dull ear, . pierian spring, taste not the, . piety nor wit shall lure it, . whose soul sincere, . pig in a poke, buying or selling of, . pigs squeak, naturally as, . pike-staff, plain as a, , . pilfers wretched plans, . pilgrim gray, honour comes a, . of eternity, . shrines, such graves are, . steps in amice gray, . stock pithed with hardihood, . pilgrim's progress that wonderful book, . pilgrimage, overtaketh in his, . pilgrimages, folk to gon on, . pillar of fire by night, . of salt, . of state, seemed a, . pillared firmament, . shade high overarched, . pillory, each window, like a, . pillow hard, finds the down, . pilot cannot mitigate the billows, . in extremity, a daring, . 't is a fearful night, . of my proper woe, . of the galilean lake, . that weathered the storm, . pimpernell and twenty more, . pin a day's a groat a year, . bores with a little, . pins it with a star, . pin's fee, do not set my life at a, . pincers tear, where the, . pinch, a lean-faced villain, . necessity's sharp, . pinches, where the shoe, . pindarus, house of, . pine, dwindle peak and, . for thee, then most i, . i live they lack i have they, . immovable infixed, . land of palm and southern, . to equal which the tallest, . with fear and sorrow, . pines, silent sea of, . thunder-harp of, . tops of the eastern, . under the yaller, . pine-apple of politeness, . pined and wanted food, . in thought, . pink and the pansy, . eyne, bacchus with, . of courtesy, the very, . of perfection, . pinks that grow, the, . pinnace, sail like my, . pinned with a single star, . pinto, ferdinand mendez, . piny mountain, . pious action we do sugar o'er, . frauds and holy shifts, . not the less a man though, . seem when only bilious, . thoughts, she sent, . pipe but as the linnets sing, . easier to be played on than a, . for fortune's finger, . gill shall dance and jack shall, . glorious in a, . tipped with amber, . to smoke in cold weather, . to the spirit ditties, . pipes and whistles in his sound, . soft, play on, . piping time of peace, . pippins, old, toothsomest, . pit, monster of the, . they 'll fill a, as well as better, . whoso diggeth a, . pitch, dark as, . he that toucheth, . my moving tent, nightly, . out of tune above the, . which flies the higher, . pitched, as the mind is, . pitcher broken at the fountain, . pitchers have ears, . pitchfork, clothes thrown on with a, . piteous chase, . pith and moment, enterprises of, . seven years', these arms had, . pitiful 't was wondrous pitiful, . pitiless storm, pelting of this, . pity, challenge double, . drops of sacred, . gave ere charity began, . he hath a tear for, . i learn to, them, . is akin to love, . is the straightest path to love, . like a new-born babe, . melts the mind to love, . of it iago the pity of it, . swells the tide of love, . 't is 't is true, . that it was great, so it was, . the sorrows of a poor old man, . then embrace, endure then, . upon the poor, he that hath, . writ, within the leaf of, . pity's self be dead, till, . pity-pat, his heart kep' goin, . pity-zekle, but hern went, . pixes and rosaries, . place, all other things give, . and time, bounds of, . and wealth, get, . as a nail in a sure, . at home in a better, . below the skies, . but the fate of, . did then adhere, nor time nor, . dignified by the doer's deed, . ear in many a secret, . everywhere his, . first in glory first in, . fittest, where man can die, . get wealth and, . in childhood, there was a, . in many a solitary, . in thy memory dearest, . jolly, in times of old, . keep the pain but change the, . kiss the, to make it well, . know him any more, . men are servants in great, . mind is its own, . no, like home, . no respect of, . of festivity, pleasant, . of my birth, came to the, . of rest, where to choose their, . or time, not to be changed by, . pensive though a happy, . pride of, . right man in the right, . stands upon a slippery, . sunshine in the shady, . that has known him, . thereof shall know it no more, . those who have the second, . towering in her pride of, . when virtuous things proceed, . where he is not known, . where honour 's lodged, . where the tree falleth, . which 't is not good manners to mention, . worship the gods of the, . places all alike distant from heaven, . do not grace men, . fill up their proper, . lines in pleasant, . men grace the, . other graces follow in proper, . shall be hell, all, . strange, crammed, . the eye of heaven visits, . which pale passion loves, . place-expectants, gratitude of, . plagiarè among authors, . plagiarism, memory to convict of, . plague, every one has his particular, . my wife is my particular, . of all cowards, . of both your houses, . of sighing and grief, . the inventor, return to, . upon such backing, . us, instruments to, . plagues and common dotages, . of heaven, . that haunt the rich, . plain and flat, . and simple faith, . and to the purpose, . as a pack-staff, . as a pike-staff, , . as way to parish church, . blunt man, . camilla scours the, . in dress, be, . knight pricking on the, . living and high thinking, . loveliest village of the, . nodding o'er the yellow, . of marathon, . stretched upon the, . tale shall put you down, . plains, silver-mantled, . plainness of speech, use great, . plaintive martyrs, . plaited cunning hides, what, . plan, not without a, . that admits no modification, . the simple, sufficeth them, . plans, pilfers wretched, . planet, born under a rhyming, . swims into his ken, when a new, . planets, guides the, . in their turn, all the, . then no, strike, . planned, perfect woman, nobly, . plant, fame is no, . fixed like a, . himself on his instincts, . of slow growth, confidence is a, . rare old, is the ivy green, . that grows on mortal soil, . while the earth bears a, . plants, aromatic, . children like olive, . suck in the earth, . planted a garden, god almighty, . apollos watered i have, . of the tree i, . planting, wheat for this, . platform, upon the, . plato, taught of the rule of, . thou reasonest well, . plato's retirement, . play and make good cheer, . at cherry-pit, . better at a, . false, wouldst not, . good as a, . healthful, . heart ungalled, . holdeth children from, . in the plighted clouds, . is the thing, . life's poor, is o'er, . me no plays, . on give me excess of it, . out the play, . pleased not the million, . pleasure when i, not, . rather hear a discourse than see a, . run, they will not let my, . the devil, seem a saint and, . the fools with the time, . the man, . the woman with mine eyes, . to you is death to us, . who goes to an american, . with similes, . work or healthful, . wouldst have me sing and, . plays his part, so he, . many parts, one man, . round the head, . such fantastic tricks, . playbill of hamlet, . played and sung, as once i, . at bo-peep, . familiar with his hoary locks, . upon a stage, if this were, . player, life 's a poor, . ought to accept his throws, . shuffles off the buskin, . players, men and women merely, . playing holidays, all the year were, . playmates, i have had, . plaything, elephant man's, . some livelier, . plea, necessity the tyrant's, . shall beauty hold a, . so tainted, in law what, . though justice be thy, . plead lament and sue, . like angels, his virtues will, . their cause i, . pleasant and cloudy weather, . bread eaten in secret is, . country's earth, . fellow, touchy testy, . for brethren to dwell together, . in man, all that was, . in their lives, . is thy morning, life how, . places, lines in, . scents salute the noses, . sights salute the eyes, . thought, we meet thee like a, . thoughts bring sad thoughts, . to behold the sun, . to see one's name in print, . to severe, grave to light, , . to think on, . vices, our, . pleasantness, ways of, . please, books cannot always, . certainty to, . everybody, hard to, . live to, must please to live, . natural in him to, . studious to, . surest to, . uncertain coy and hard to, . you so if not why so, . pleases all the world, he, . pleased, i would do what i, . not the million, . the ear is, . they please are, . to the last, . with a rattle, . with novelty, . with the danger, . with this bauble, . pleasing anxious being, . dreadful thought, . dreams and slumbers light, . hope, whence this, . less, when possest, . memory of all he stole, . of a lute, the lascivious, . punishment that women bear, . shade, ah happy hills, . shape, power to assume a, . pleasure after pain, sweet is, . all hope, . at the helm, . by myself a lonely, . chords that vibrate sweetest, . dissipation without, . drown the brim, . drowns in, . ease content, . friend of, . full of, void of strife, . give a shock of, . has ceased to please, . howe'er disguised by art, . i fly from, . in poetic pains, . in the pathless woods, . in trim gardens, takes his, . like the midnight flower, . little, in the house, . live in, when i live to thee, . lost, the just, . love sweeter than all other, . man of, is a man of pains, . mixed reason with, . never to blend our, . no, is comparable, . no profit grows where is no, . of being cheated, . of love is in loving, . of the game, the little, . of the time, spoils the, . praise all his, . reason's whole, . she was bent, though on, . smile in pain frown at, . stock of harmless, . sure in being mad, . sweet the, . take, some men to, . to be drunk, it is our, . to come, immense, . to deceive the deceiver, . to the spectators, . treads upon the heels of, . unseasoned by variety, . was the chief good, . well-spring of, . when i live to thee i live in, . when i play not, . youth and, . pleasures and palaces, . are like poppies, . banish pain, . calm, . doubling his, . every age has its, . hovered nigh, . in the vale of pain, . of the mahometans, . of the present day, . of the spheres, . pretty, might me move, . prove, all the, . soothed his soul to, . pleasure-dome, stately, . pleasure-house, lordly, . pledge, never signed no, . of a deathless name, . our sacred honour, . pleiades, sweet influences of, . plenteous, harvest truly is, . plentiful as blackberries, . lack of wit, . plenty o'er a smiling land, . pleurisy of people, . plighted clouds, play in the, . plodders, continual, . plods his weary way, . plot me no plots, . of state to make a bank, . this blessed, this earth, . we first survey the, . plough deep while sluggards sleep, . following his, . for what avail the, . the sea, those who, . the watery deep, . who steer the, . ploughman homeward plods, . ploughshare o'er creation, . stern ruin's, . unwilling, . ploughshares, swords into, . plover, muskets aimed at, . pluck bright honour from the moon, . from memory a rooted sorrow, . out the heart of my mystery, . this flower safety, . up drowned honour, . your berries, i come to, . plucked his gown, . plume a eu d'avantage sur l'épée, . of amber snuff-box, . to fledge the shaft, . plumes her feathers, she, . plumed like estridges, . troop farewell, . plummet, deeper than e'er, . plump jack, banish, . plumpy bacchus, . plunder, power of public, . plunge, festus i, . plunged in, accoutred as i was, i, . plutarch, no such person as, . plutarch's men, one of, . pluto's cheek, drew tears down, . po, or wandering, . pocket, little in one's own, . not scruple to pick a, . smiles while it picks yer, . stole and put it in his, . poem, himself to be a true, . is a proof of genius, a great, . life of a man a, of its sort, . rhymed or unrhymed, . round and perfect as a star, . with music or with, . poesy, heavenly gift of, . seeds of, by heaven sown, . some participation of divineness, . poet be joyful, let the, . cannot die, the, . dies, when the, . god is the perfect, . has grudge against poet, . is made as well as born, . lunatic lover and the, . naturalist and historian, . once loved, . sings, this is truth the, . soaring, . speak to men with power, . still more a man than men, . they had no, and they died, . was ever, so trusted before, . whose work so content us, . without love, . poets are all who love, . are sultans, . are the hierophants of inspiration, . by their sufferings grow, . dream, as youthful, . fancy, or youthful, . feign of bliss and joy, . forms of ancient, . histories make, witty, . in their misery dead, . in three distant ages born, . in youth begin in gladness, . lose half the praise, . pensive, painful vigils keep, . sing, all that, . steal from homer, . styled, love is a boy by, . that, lasting marble seek, . things the first, had, . we, in our youth, . who feel great truths, . who made us heirs, . poet's brain, should possess a, . darling, the, . dream, consecration and the, . ear, flattery lost on, . eye in a fine frenzy rolling, . eye, muse with a, . lines, where go the, . pages, sculptured in stone on, . pen turns them to shapes, . poetess, maudlin, . poetic child, meet nurse for a, . fields encompass me, . justice with lifted scale, . nook, seat in some, . pains, pleasure in, . prose, warbler of, . poetical, gods had made thee, . poetry, angling is somewhat like, . best words in best order, . is speaking painting, . melancholy madness of, . men are cradled into, . mere mechanic art, . of earth is never dead, . of ethics from byron's, . of speech, the, . old-fashioned, . prose run mad not, . simple passionate and sensuous, . tender charm of, . wit eloquence and, . point a moral or adorn a tale, . armed at, exactly cap-a-pe, . don't put too fine a, . his slow unmoving finger at, . of a diamond, . of all my greatness, . of death, at the, . swim to yonder, . thus i bore my, . points, armed at all, . in the law, eleven, . of heaven, kindred, . out an hereafter, . the meeting, . to yonder glade, . true to the kindred, . poison for serpents, . for the age's tooth, . of misused wine, . one man's, another's meat, . ounce of, in one pocket, . steel nor, can touch him, . poisoned chalice, . rat in a hole, like a, . poisoning of a dart, . poke, drew a dial from his, . pig in a, buying or selling of, . pole, from indus to the, . soldier's, is fallen, . to pole, beloved from, . to pole, truth from, . true as the needle to the, . were i so tall to reach the, . policy, honesty is the best, . kings will be tyrants from, . turn him to any cause of, . polished idleness, . manners, . razor, satire is like a, . polite learning, men of, . never mentions hell to ears, . politeness, pine-apple of, . political bands, dissolve the, . fault, it is a, . politician, coffee makes the, wise, . that would circumvent god, . politicians, whole race of, . politics, conscience with, . poll, all flaxen was his, . talked like poor, . pollutes whate'er it touches, power, . pollutions, safe from sin's, . sun through, . pomegranate from browning, some, . pomp, all his, without his force, . and circumstance, . and glory of this world, . blot out vain, . candied tongue lick absurd, . give lettered, . of age, monumental, . of power, . sepúlchred in such, . take physic, . to flight, puts all the, . worthless, of homage, . pomps and vanity, . pompey's shade, great, . pompous in the grave, . pond, mantle like a standing, . ponderous and marble jaws, . axes rung, no, . woe, though a, . pontic sea, like to the, . pool, mantle of the standing, . poop was beaten gold, . poor a thing is man, how, . always ye have with you, . and content is rich enough, . annals of the, . but honest, my friends were, . christ himself was, . considereth the, . creature small beer, . destruction of the, . exchequer of the, . give the rest to the, . grind the faces of the, . he that considereth the, . he that hath pity upon the, . how many, i see, . i am stale, . i rich they, . in thanks, i am even, . indeed, makes me, . infirm weak and despised, . laws grind the, . lone woman, . love their country and be, . make no new friends, . man has grudge against poor man, . man laughs loudest of all, . must be wisely visited, . naked wretches, . old man, sorrows of a, . pensioner, . prophets apostles all, . rich gifts wax, . scandalous and, . that found'st me, . that have not patience, . the offering be, though, . though much they have, . to do him reverence, . to slight the, . tom 's a-cold, . too, for a bribe, . wanders heaven-directed to the, . wants that pinch the, . weak palsy-stricken, . when that the, have cried cæsar wept, . wise man like a book, . without thee we are, . poorest man in his cottage, . pope of rome, no more than the, . popery, inclines a man to, . popish liturgy, . poplar pale, edged with, . poppies overcharged with rain, . pleasures are like, . poppy nor mandragora, . population, agricultural, bravest, . populous city pent, long in, . porcelain clay of humankind, . of human clay, . porcupine, upon the fretful, . porpentine, upon the fretful, . porpoise, fat as a, . porridge, breath to cool your, , . nose into other men's, . port as meke as is a mayde, his, . for men, . of all men's labours, . pride in their, . to imperial tokay, . ports and happy havens, . portal we call death, whose, . portance in my travels' history, . porters, hung with grooms and, . portion, he wales a, . in this life, my, . of that around me, i become, . of uncertain paper, certain, . that best, of a good man's life, . portions of eternity, . of the soul of man, . portius, thy steady temper, . posies, thousand fragrant, . possess a poet's brain, . but one idea, he seems to, . to see to feel and to, . possessed but not enjoyed, . by their money, . first i have, . with inward light, . possessing all things, . too dear for my, . possession, bliss in, . fie on, . is eleven points in the law, . man's best, . object in, . of a day, the poor, . would not show, virtue that, . possest, less pleasing when, . possibilities, pounds and, . possible and proper, things, . worlds, best of, . post, evil news rides, . o'er land and ocean, . of honour is a private station, , . posteriors of this day, . posterity, contemporaneous, . done for us, what has, . intimately known to, . look forward to, . obligation to, . think of your, , . to imitate, . we are a kind of, . what, will say, . postern of a needle's eye, . posting winds, rides on the, . posy of a ring, prologue or the, . pot, boil like a, . calls the kettle black, . death in the, . of ale and safety, . thorns under a, . three-hooped, . pots of ale, size of, . potations, banish strong, . pottle-deep, . potent grave and reverend signiors, . over sun and star, . potentiality of growing rich, . pottage, breath to cool his, . potter is jealous of potter, . power over the clay, . pottle-deep, potations, . pouch, tester i 'll have in, . pouncet-box 'twixt his finger, . pound foolish penny wise, . pounds, rich with forty, . seven hundred, and possibilities, . six hundred, a year, . take care of themselves, . three hundred, a year, . two hundred, a year, . poverty come, so shall thy, . depressed, worth by, . distressed by, . i pay thy, not thy will, . nor riches, give me neither, . not my will consents, . penny in the urn of, . rustic life and, . steeped me in, . stood smiling, . the destruction of the poor, . powder, food for, . keep your, dry, . powdered with stars, . power above can save, the, . an unwearied, . and effect of love, . and pelf, . balance of, . beauty hath strange, . behind the eye, . behind the throne, . daughter of jove relentless, . day of thy, . earthly, show likest god's, . force of temporal, . forty parson, . gray flits the shade of, . greatest not exempted from her, . heaven upon the past has not, . human, which could evade, . in excess, desire of, . intellectual, the, , . is a trust, all, . is passing from the earth, . knowledge is, . lay down the wreck of, . like a desolating pestilence, . not now in fortune's, . o'er true virginity, . of beauty i remember, the, . of grace, . of public plunder, cohesive, . of thought, the, . of words, graced with the, . pangs of guilty, . pomp of, . shadow of some unseen, . should take who have the, . some novel, . talent in a man's, . taught by that, . thank the eternal, . that hath made us a nation, , . that pities me, . the giftie gie us, wad some, . to assume a pleasing shape, . to broaden the mind, . to charm insanity, . to charm, nor witch hath, . to persuade, . to say behold, . to thunder, flatter jove for his, . to wound, her very shoe has, . upon the past, heaven has not, . wealth excludes but one evil, . which erring men call chance, . while thee i seek protecting, . within, the ruling, . powers, struggle of discordant, . supreme keep men in obedience, . that be, . that will work for thee, . we lay waste our, . which impress our minds, . powerful as truth, nothing so, . grace that lies in herbs, . practice becomes second nature, . in little things, . is everything, . is the best instructor, . of a wise man, . practices, long train of these, . to deceive, . practised falsehood, . what he preached, . prague, old hermit of, . prague's proud arch, . prairie's midst, she lights her fires in every, . praise, all his pleasure, . and true perfection, . arise, let the creator's, . beat high for, . blame love kisses, . blessings and eternal, . come to bury cæsar not to, . damn with faint, . dispraised no small, . father son and holy ghost, . from a friend, . from sir hubert stanley, . garment of, . god from whom all blessings flow, . him all creatures here below, . i 'll sing thee a song in thy, . if there be any, . love of, howe'er concealed, . none named thee but to, . of those about to marry, . only to be praised, we, . poets lose half the, . pudding against empty, . silence muse his, . sound of woman's, . swells the note of, . the frenchman, i, . them most that paint truest, . thirst of, . undeserved is scandal in disguise, . wealth preferring to eternal, . whom there were none to, . praises faintly when he must, . sound of one's, . praising god with sweetest looks, . man when he is dead, . most dispraises, . the rose that all are, . what is lost makes the remembrance dear, . prate of my whereabout, stones, . prattle to be tedious, thinking his, . pray, doth late and early, . for no man but myself, i, . goody please to moderate, . late and early, . remained to, . the lord my soul to keep, . we do, for mercy, . with you drink with you nor, . prayer all his business, . ardent, opens heaven, . cursed with every granted, . doth teach us all, . erects a house of, . for others' weal, fondest, . four hours spend in, . heaven sometimes grants before the, . homes of silent, . imperfect offices of, . is of no avail, when, . is the burden of a, . is the soul's sincere desire, . making their lives a, . of ajax was for light, . of devotion, the still, . people's, the, . swears a, or two, . the fervent, . prayers, child of many, . feed on, . for death, old man's, . god answers sudden on some, . which are old age's alms, . prayer-books are the toys of age, . prayeth best who loveth best, . well who loveth well, . preach a whole year, if i, . humility is a virtue all, . preached as never to preach again, . practised what he, . preacheth patience, . preaching, a woman, . precede, lead the way we 'll, . precedes, consider what, . precedent, codeless myriad of, . embalms a principle, . for poor men's facts, . precedents, day supported by, . precept, example more efficacious, . upon precept, . precincts of the cheerful day, . precious bane, deserve the, . in the sight of the lord, . instance of itself, sends some, . jewel in his head, wears a, . life-blood of a master-spirit, . nose, that 's his, . odours, virtue is like, . ointment, better than, . seeing to the eye, it adds a, . soul, damn your, . stone, a gift is as a, . stone, this, . to me, things most, . treasure of his eyesight, . truth is, . precipitate down dashed, . precise, art is too, . in promise-keeping, . precocity, miracle of, . predecessor, illustrious, , . preferment goes by letter, . pregnant hinges of the knee, . quarry teemed with human form, . prejudice is strong when the judgment 's weak, . prelate, religion without a, . premier pas qui coûte, . 'prentice han' she tried on man, . preordained from everlasting, . preparation, dreadful note of, . prepare to shed tears, . prerogative of mind, the grand, . presage of his future years, . presbyterian true blue, . presence full of light, . lord of thy, and no land beside, . maiden, scanter of your, . now and in my, . of body, . of mind, . shall my wants supply, his, . whose, civilizes ours, . present fears less than imaginings, . help in trouble, . in spirit, absent in body, . joys therein i find, . things seem worst, . presents endear absents, . presentment, counterfeit, . preservative of all arts, . president, rather be right than, . press, freedom of the, . not a falling man too far, . the people's right maintain, . with vigour on, . pressure, his form and, . of taxation, . presume not god to scan, . pretender, god bless the, . pretty chickens, all my, . creature drink, . everything that, is, . fanny's way, . feet like snails, . looks, puts on his, . sally, there 's none like, . to force together thoughts, . to walk with, . prevail, oars alone can ne'er, . prevaricate, thou dost, . prey at fortune, . expects his evening, . fleas that on him, . to dumb forgetfulness, a, . to hastening ills a, . was man, his, . where eagles dare not perch, wrens make, . priam's curtain, drew down, . powers and self shall fall, . price, all men have their, . for knowledge, too high, the, . of chains and slavery, . of liberty, . of wisdom is above rubies, . pearl of great, . prices, all have, . prick the sides of my intent, . pricks, kick against the, . me on, honour, . pricking of my thumbs, . on the plaine, . prickles on it, leaf had, . tormenting himself with his, . pride aiming at the blest abodes, . alone, stands in his, . and haughtiness of soul, . blend our pleasure or, . coy submission modest, . crueltie and ambition of man, . day in its, . father's joy mother's, . fell with my fortunes, . goeth before, , . goeth before destruction, . high-blown, broke under me, . humbled out of, . idleness and, . in reasoning pride, . in their port, . of former days, . of kings, . of place, towering in her, . of sway, peace and, . peasantry their country's, . pomp and circumstance, . rank pride, 't is, . spite of, . that apes humility, , . that licks the dust, . that perished in his, . that puts the country down, . the vice of fools, . to relieve the wretched, . vain the chief's the sage's, . will have a fall, . withered in their, . priest, hearing the holy, . no italian, shall tithe, . pale-eyed, . rich without a fault, . priests altars victims, . by the imposition of a mightier hand, . tapers temples, . priesthood, literary men a perpetual, . primal duties shine aloft, . eldest curse upon 't, . prime, april of her, . conception of the joyous, . golden, of haroun alraschid, . wisdom, . primer, schoolmaster with his, . primeval, this is the forest, . primrose, bring the rathe, . by a river's brim, . first-born child of ver, . path of dalliance treads, . peeps beneath the thorn, . soft silken, fading timelessly, . sweet as the, . yellow, was to him, . primroses that die unmarried, . primy nature, youth of, . prince make a belted knight, . of darkness, , . war the only study of a, . princes and lords may flourish, . are the breath of kings, . find few real friends, . gilded monuments of, . like to heavenly bodies, . privileged to kill, . put not your trust in, . that sweet aspect of, . the death of, . whose merchants are, . princes' favours, hangs on, . palaces, . service of, . princedoms virtues powers, . princely in bestowing, . princeps copy in blue and gold, . princerples, i don't believe in, . principal thing is wisdom, . principle, act in accordance with, . free trade is not a, . not expediency, . of bliss, the vital, . precedent embalms a, . reason measured by, . rebels from, . principles of human liberty, . of nature, . of resistance, . oftener changed, their, . search men's, . turn with times, . print it and shame the fools, . i love a ballad in, . it, some said john, . 't is devils must, . to see one's name in, . transforms old, . printed in a book, words, . printers have lost, books by which, . printing to be used, caused, . prior, here lies matthew, . priscian a little scratched, . prism and silent face, . prison, palace and a, . stone walls do not a, make, . prison'd soul, take the, . prisoner, takes the reason, . prisoners of hope, . prisoner's life, passing on the, . prison-house, secrets of my, . prithee why so pale, . privacy, an obscure nook, a, . let there be an end, a, . private credit is wealth, . end, who served no, . ends, to gain his, . griefs they have, . station, post of honour is a, , . prive and apert, . privilege of putting him to death, . privileged beyond the common walk, . to kill, princes were, . prize, art not strength obtains the, . ever grateful for the, . me no prizes, . not to the worth whiles we enjoy, . o' death in battle, . of learning love, . that which is best, . probability keep in view, . proceed ad infinitum, . process, human thought is the, . of the suns, . such was the, . procrastination is the thief of time, . procreant cradle, . proctors, prudes for, . procurer of contentedness, . procuress to the lords of hell, . prodigal, chariest maid is, . excess, to our own, . how like the, . the soul lends the tongue vows, . within the compass of a guinea, . prodigal's favourite, to be a, . prodigality of nature, framed in, . prodigious ruin, one, . product of a scoffer's pen, . profane, hence ye, . no divine ordinances, . profaned the god-given strength, . profanely, not to speak it, . profession, debtor to his, . professions, judge of men by their, . professor of our art, . profit and title i resign, . by the folly of others, . countenance and, . no, where is no pleasure, . of their shining nights, . profitable, revenge is, . profited, what is a man, . progeny of learning, . progress, man's distinctive mark, . their mazy, . progressive virtue, . prohibited degrees of kin, . project crossed, thus their, . projects, multitude of, . young men fitter for new, . prologue, excuse came, . is this a, or the posy of a ring, . prologues, happy, . like compliments, . promethean fire, . heat, where is that, . promiscuously applied hands, . promise hope believe, we, . keep the word of, . most given when least said, . never, more than you can perform, . of celestial worth, . of supply, eating the air on, . of your early day, . to his loss, though he, . who broke no, . promises of youth, . oft fails where most it, . promised on a time, . promise-keeping, precise in, . promontory, earth seems a sterile, . see one, see all, . with trees upon 't, . promotion cometh neither from the east nor west, . none will sweat but for, . prompting of nature, . prompts the eternal sigh, which, . pronouncing on his bad, before, . proof, give me ocular, . of genius, a great poem is, . of the pudding, . sweetness yieldeth, . 't is a common, . proofs of holy writ, . prop, staff of my age my very, . that doth sustain my house, . propagate and rot, . propensities, ruined by natural, . propensity of nature, . proper hue, love's, . man as one shall see, . mean, the, . men as ever trod, . study of mankind is man, . time of day, no, . time to marry, . property has its duties, . of easiness, . of friends is common, , . prophesy in part, we, . prophet, in the name of the, . not without honour, . prophets and apostles all poor, . do they live forever, . is saul also among the, . of the future, . perverts the, . prophet's word, sounds like a, . prophetic cell, priest from the, . of her end, . ray, tints to-morrow with, . soul, o my, . strain, something like, . propontic and the hellespont, . proportion, curtailed of fair, . in small, we just beauties see, . law and the, . preserving the sweetness of, . propose, why don't the men, . proposes, man, but god disposes, . propriety, frights the isle from her, . of speech, . proprium humani ingenii, . prose and poetry, definition of, . or rhyme, unattempted in, . run mad, not poetry but, . verse will seem, . warbler of poetic, . what others say in, . words in best order, . proserpina, o, for the flowers now, . proserpine gathering flowers, . prospect less, approaches make the, . of belief, within the, . of his soul, into the eye and, . pleases, though every, . scotchman's noblest, . so full of goodly, . some have looked on a fair, . prospects brightening, . distant, please us, . gilded scenes and shining, . in view are more pleasing, . prosper, surer to, . treason doth never, . prospering, we shall march, . prosperity, a jest's, lies in the ear, . all sorts of, . could have assured us, . education an ornament in, . in the day of, . is not without many fears, . makes friends, . man that hath been in, . the blessing of the old testament, . things which belong to, . within thy palaces, . prosperous to be just, . prosperum ac felix scelus, . prostitute, puff away the, . prostrate the beauteous ruin lies, . protection of habeas corpus, . of vultures to lambs, . protecting power, . protest of the weak, . too much, the lady doth, . protestants or papists believe in the essential articles, . protestantism of the protestant religion, . protests too much, the lady, . proteus rising from the sea, . protracted life is woe, . proud and mighty have, all the, . conceited talking spark, . ever fair and never, . for a wit, too, . grief is, . his name, though, . in humility, . in that they are not proud, . instruct my sorrows to be, . knowledge is, . labour is independent and, . man, but man, . man's contumely, . me no prouds, . of the earth, . on his own dunghill, . philosophy, i ask not, . scene was o'er, the, . science never taught to stray, . setter up of kings, . shall be, all the, . spirit of mortal be, . to importune, too, . tops of the eastern pines, . waves be stayed, . world, good bye, . prouder than rustling in silk, . proud-pied april, . prove, all the pleasures, . all things, . their doctrine orthodox, . proved true before, was, . provençal song and dance, . proverb and a byword, . proverbs, books like, . patch grief with, . the sanctuary of intuitions, . proverbed with a grandsire phrase, . providence alone secures, . behind a frowning, . even god's, seeming estranged, . foreknowledge, will and fate, . i may assert eternal, . in the fall of a sparrow, . is with the last reserve, . rubs which, sends, . their guide, . to demonstrate a, . ways of god are full of, . provident fear, early and, . providently caters for the sparrow, . provoke a saint, 't would, . provoketh thieves, beauty, . provokes the caper, while his off-heel, . prow, youth on the, . prudence points the way, . prudent man looketh well, . prudes for proctors, . prunes and prism, . prunello, leather or, . pruning-hooks, spears into, . prussia hurried to the field, when, . psalmist of israel, the sweet, . psalms, purloins the, . songs be turned to holy, . public amusements, friend to, . credit, dead corpse of, . feasts, wedlock compared to, . flame nor private, . haunt, exempt from, . honour is security, . offices, keep out of, . plunder, power of, . rout, where meet a, . show, midnight dances and, . stock of harmless pleasure, . tax eminent men pay to the, . to speak in, on the stage, . trust, when a man assumes a, . trusts, . weal, . publish it not in the streets, . publishing our neighbour's shame, . pudding against empty praise, . last piece of, . proof of the, . puff the prostitute away, . puffed and reckless libertine, . puissant nation, noble and, . pukes in, sea the passenger, . puking in the nurse's arms, . pull in resolution, . puller down of kings, . pulpit drum ecclesiastick, . pulse of life stood still, . pulses fly, makes his, . pulteney's toad-eater, . pumice isle in baiae's bay, . pun, who could make so vile a, . puns, people that make, . punch, some sipping, . punctual spot, this, . punishment, back to thy, . greater than i can bear, . that women bear, . pun-provoking thyme, . puny whipster, every, . pupil of the human eye, . puppy whelp and hound, . puppy-dogs, as maids talk of, . purchaser will pay for worth of everything, . pure alone are mirrored, . and eloquent blood, . and holy meek and lowly, . and vestal modesty, . as snow chaste as ice, . by being purely shone upon, . delight, land of, . in thought as angels are, . kept thy truth so, . the real simon, . unto the pure all things are, . pure-eyed faith, . purge and leave sack, . off the baser fire, . purged with euphrasy, . purified, every creature shall be, . puritanism laid the egg of democracy, . puritans gave the world action, . hated bear-baiting, . purity and truth, . of grace, the, . purloins the psalms, . purple all the ground, . and gold, gleaming in, . as their wines, abbots, . light of love, . testament of bleeding war, . the sails, . with love's wound, . purpled o'er the lawn, . purple-stained mouth, . purpose, cite scripture for his, . constancy to, . firm, is equal to the deed, . flighty, never is o'ertook, . i know the evil of that i, . infirm of, . one increasing, runs, . plain and to the, . shake my fell, . speak and, not, . time to every, . purposes, execute their airy, . purposed overthrow, . purpureal gleams, . purse, bursting, . costly as thy, can buy, . put money in thy, . who steals my, steals trash, . purses, light gains make heavy, . pursue phantoms of hope, . the triumph, . pursuing, still achieving still, . pursuit of happiness, . of knowledge, . push on keep moving, . us from our stools, . puss-gentleman, a fine, . put a tongue in every wound, . back to-morrow, . money in thy, . not your trust in princes, . out the light, . too fine a point, don't, . up with a great deal, . up with anything, . you down, a plain tale shall, . your trust in god, . puts on his pretty looks, . putteth down one, he, . putting off, eased the, . puzzles the will, . pygmies are pygmies still, . pygmy-body, fretted the, . pyramid, mystery hid under egypt's, . star-y-pointing, . pyramids are pyramids in vales, . doting with age, . set off his memories, no, . virtue alone outbuilds the, . pyrrhic dance, you have the, . phalanx, where is the, . pythagoras, opinion of, . pythian treasures, apollo's, . pythias and demosthenes, . quadrangular spots, . quaff immortality, and joy, . quaffing laughing drinking, . quaker loves an ample brim, the, . qualities, see a man's good, . quality of mercy is not strained, . of success which includes all others, . taste of your, . things outward do draw the inward, . things that have a common, . true-fixed and resting, . quantity of love, with all their, . quantum, o' the sin, . quarelets of pearl, . quarles saved by beauties not his own, . quarrel, entrance to a, . in a straw, . is a very pretty, . just, he that hath his, . justice of my, . sudden and quick in, . with my bread and butter, . quarrels of lovers, . pick no, . thy head is as full of, . who in, interpose, . would not last long, . quarrelsome, countercheck, . quarries rocks and hills, . quarry, sagacious of his, . the pregnant, . quarry-slave, like the, . quart of mighty ale, . quean, extravagant, . queen, apparent, . bess, image of good, . elizabeth, scandal about, . hail their, fair regent, . mab hath been with you, . o' the may, i 'm to be, . of land and sea, rome the, . of the world, . rose of the rosebud garden, . shall be as drunk as we, . she looks a, . would grace a summer's, . quem jupiter vult perdere, . question, answer not every, . begging the, . marriage an open, . of despair, the hurried, . that is the, . two sides to every, . questions, ask me no, . deep, arguments and, . questionable shape, in such a, . questioning is not the mode of conversation, . questionings of sense, . qui desiderat pacem, . fugiebat, rursus proeliabitur, . fuit peut revenir aussi, . quick bosoms, quiet to, . bright things come to confusion, . in quarrel, sudden and, . quickly, well it were done, . quickness, with too much, . quicksands, life hath, . quid velit et possit, . quiddities, where be his, . quiddity and entity, . quiet and peace, calm, . as a nun, the holy time is, . be, and go a-angling, . breast, truth hath, a, . conscience, a still and, . dream, glide through a, . kiss me and be, . life, anything for a, . merryman and dyet, dr., . rich and infamous, . rural and retirement, . study to be, . to quick bosoms is a hell, . us in a death so noble, . quiets of the past, hallowed, . quietus make with a bare bodkin, . quill from an angel's wing, . quills, stops of various, . upon the porcupine, . upon the porpentine, . quillets of the law, nice sharp, . where be his, . quintessence of perception, . quintilian stare and gasp, made, . quip modest, . quips and cranks, . and sentences, . quire of bad verses, . quiring to young-eyed cherubims, . quirks of blazoning pens, . quit oh quit this mortal frame, . your books, up my friend and, . yourselves like men, . quiver, after the soul, is gone the limbs will, . full, man that hath his, . quiver's choice, devil in his, . quos deus vult perdere, . læserunt et oderunt, . quotation, classical, . quote, by delight we all, . grow immortal as they, . quoter next to the originator, the, . r, months without an, . rabelais, quart d'heure de, . rabelais' easy chair, . race, boast a generous, . forget the human, . friend to human, . heavenly, demands thy zeal, . is a life, . is not to the swift, . is won, the, . man's imperial, . of man like leaves, . of other days, . of politicians, . rear my dusky, . runs twice his, . slinks out of the, . stars of human, . swiftness in the forward, . waste their music on the savage, . woes to thy imperial, . rachel weeping, . rack behind, leave not a, . desire is a perpetual, . dislimns, . of a too easy chair, . of this tough world, . the value, being lost we, . radiance of eternity, . radiant light, by her own, . pearl, no, . radish, like a forked, . rafael made a century of sonnets, . of the dear madonnas, . rage, deaf as the sea in, . for fame, . heaven has no, . not die here in a, . of the vulture, . penury repressed their noble, . strong without, . swell the soul to, . raggedness, windowed, . raging fever burns, so when a, . rags, clothe a man with, . man forget not though in, . virtue though in, . rail on the lord's anointed, . railed on lady fortune, . railer, boreas blustering, . rain a deluge showers, . as the mist resembles the, . came in slanting lines, . cats and dogs, . daggers, . gentle, from heaven, . in the aire, . in thunder lightning or in, . in winter when the dismal, . influence, bright eyes, . into each life some, must fall, . is over and gone, . it raineth every day, . may enter the king cannot, . pierces the hard marble, . poppies overcharged with, . some, must fall, . sunshine follows the, . sweetest, makes not fresh, . thirsty earth soaks up the, . upon the mown grass, . rains fall after great battles, . rainbow, another hue unto the, . colours of the, . comes and goes, . once in heaven, awful, . to the storms of life, . raineth every day, rain it, . rainy day, in a very, . morrow, windy night a, . raise me up, god shall, . what is low in me, . raised a mortal to the skies, . rake, woman is at heart a, . raleigh spoke, words brave, . thus immortal sidney shone thus, . ralph to cynthia howls, . ralpho thou dost prevaricate, . ram, snow-white, . rambling in thought, . ramrod, swallowed a, . ran to help me when i fell, . rancour of your tongue, . random, many a shaft at, sent, . many a word at, spoken, . pearls at, strung, . stringing stars at, . words at, flung, . range with humble livers, . rank is but the guinea's stamp, . my offence is, . pride and haughtiness, . ranks and squadrons, . rankest compound of villanous smell, . rant and swear, . as well as thou, . raphaels correggios and stuff, . rapids are near, the, . rapt inspired, filled with fury, . one of the godlike forehead, . ship run on her side, . rapture on the lonely shore, . the first fine careless, . to the dreary void, . raptures, high, do infuse, . swell, for him no minstrel, . rapture-smitten frame, . rare are solitary woes, . as a day in june, what is so, . ben jonson, . her virtues were so, . neither rich nor, . new-laid eggs, roasted, . rich and, the gems she wore, . rareness, a strain of, . rarity of christian charity, . rascal, biggest, on two legs, . counters, . hath given me medicines, . rascals, to lash the, naked, . rascally yea-forsooth knave, . rash, splenitive and, . rashly importunate, . rasselas, history of, . rat, i smell a, , . in a hole, like a poisoned, . rats and such small deer, . leave a sinking ship, . rated me in the rialto, . rathe primrose, bring the, . rather be a dog and bay the moon, . than be less, . rational hind costard, . rattle his bones over the stones, . pleased with a, . where mingles war's, . rattling around, down dashed, . crags among, . ravage all the clime, to, . with impunity a rose, . rave recite and madden round, . ravelled sleave of care, . raven down of darkness, . nevermore, quoth the, . on yon left hand, , . ravens feed, he that doth the, . ravin up thine own life's means, . ravished ears, with, . eyes, turn my, . with the whistling of a name, . younger hearings are, . ravishment, enchanting, . raw in fields, . ray, beauty's heavenly, . fancy's meteor, . hope emits a brighter, . serene, gem of purest, . whose unclouded, . with hospitable, . with prophetic, . rays, hide your diminished, . tea thousand dewy, . young fancy's, . rayless majesty, . raze out the written troubles, . razed from the book of honour, . razor, satire like a polished, . razors cried up and down, . razure of oblivion, . reach of art, beyond the, . of ordinary men, above the, . the small, the great cannot, . reaches of our souls, beyond the, . reaction, attack is the, . read and write comes by nature, . as inclination leads, . aught that ever i could, . blockhead ignorantly, . exceedingly well, . he that runs may, . homer once, . in story old, . like a book never, . mark and inwardly digest, . my little fable, . my title clear, . old authors to, . slow, learn to, . the perfect ways of honour, . to doubt or read to scorn, . what do you, . what is twice, . reads much, he, . reader reads no more, when the last, . wait a century for a, . readers sleep, to give their, . readeth, he may run that, . readiness is all, . reading as was never read, . between the lines, . easy writing 's curst hard, . he that i am, has most force, . maketh a full man, . stuff the head with, . what they never wrote, . ready booted and spurred, . ere i called her name, . to try our fortunes, . with all your thunderbolts, . with every nod to tumble, . writer, pen of a, . real simon pure, . realm, riding o'er the azure, . that mysterious, . this earth this, . youth of the, . realms above, constancy lives in, . obey, whom three, . of gold, i have travelled in, . of shade, the pale, . these are our, . to see, whatever, . reap, as you sow ye are like to, . the whirlwind, . reaped, his chin new, . the thorns which i have, . reaper whose name is death, . reapers, white-winged, . reaper's work is done, . reaping, ever, something new, . grew the more by, . rear my dusky race, she shall, . the tender thought, . rearward of a conquered woe, . reason, a woman's, . according to soundest, . act according to, . and the will of god, . approved my pleaded, . asked one another the, . but from what we know, . capability and godlike, . common law is nothing but, . confidence of, . discourse of, . feast of, and flow of soul, . firm the temperate will, . for my rhyme, . how noble in, . in the faith of, . indu'd with sanctity of, . is left free to combat it, . is staggered, . is the life of the law, . itself, kills, . law is the perfection of, . measured by principle, . men have lost their, . men that can render a, . most absurd to, . most sovereign, . my pleaded, . neither rhyme nor, , . no sooner knew the, . nothing is law that is not, . of his fancies, . of strength, if by, . of the case, consider the, . on compulsion, . panders will, . perfection of, . prisoner, takes the, . regulates all things, . ruling passion conquers, . smiles from, flow, . sons of valour liberty, and, . stands aghast, . strong and replication prompt, . the card passion the gale, . theirs not to, why, . under control, keep, . virtue naught can me bereave, . war with rhyme, . why i cannot tell, . why so few marriages are happy, . with pleasure, mixed, . worse appear the better, , . would despair, where, . reasons as two grains of wheat, . plentiful as blackberries, . who wisely, . why men drink, . why we smile and sigh, . reason's spite, in erring, . whole pleasure, . reasoned high of providence, . reasonest well, plato thou, . reasoning beings, . pride in, . reasonings, books full of stoical, . not wanted now, . rebel, use 'em kindly they, . rebels from principle, . rebellion to tyrants, . rebellious hell, . liquors in my blood, . rebuff, then welcome each, . rebuke, open, is better, . recalled, anything that could be, . recede, to sigh yet not, . receive, more blessed to give than to, . receives, who much, . rechabite poor will must live, . reck the rede, . reckless libertine, . what i do to spite the world, . reckoned, beggary in the love that can be, . reckoners without their host, . reckoneth without his hostess, . reckoning made, no, . so comes the dreadful, . to the end of, . trim, . reeks not his own rede, . recoil, impetuous, . recoils on itself, revenge, . recollection, when fond, . recommendation, a silent, . toil without, . recommends itself, sweetly, . recompense, heaven sent a, . reconciliation, temple of silence and, . record, weep to, . records that defy the tooth of time, . trivial fond, . recorded time, last syllable of, . recorders, flutes and soft, . recording angel dropped a tear, the, . recreant limbs, a calf's-skin on, . recreation, angling innocent, . rectitude, in doubt of, . red as a rose is she, . black to, began to turn, . bokes clothed in black or, . celestial rosy, . her lips were, . making the green one, . men scalped each other, . red rose, my luve 's like a, . right hand, . roses, and violets blew, . so dyed double, . spirits and gray, . redbreast, call for the robin, . rede, better reck the, . recks not his own, . ye tent it, . redeem thy name, though late, , . redeemer's name be sung, . redeeming love, triumph in, . redemption, everlasting, . from slavery, . reed, broken, . bruised, shall he not break, . man is but a thinking, . refined as ever athens heard, . gold, to gild, . refinement on the principles of resistance, . refining, still went on, . reflect on what they knew, . reflection came, cool, . remembrance and, . reflections, in vain sedate, . reform it altogether, . reformation, age of, . reformed that, we have, . refrain to-night, . refreshes in the breeze, . refreshment, draught of cool, . refuge and my fortress, . and strength, god is our, . from confession, suicide but, . of a scoundrel, last, . refute a sneer, who can, . regard, things without all remedy should be without, . regardless of their doom, . regent of love-rhymes, . of the night, fair, . of the sky, moon sweet, . region of smooth or idle dreams, . of thick-ribbed ice, . regions to change their site, force, . regret can die, o last regret, . old age is a, . wild with all, . regular as infants' breath, . battle, i had a, . icily, splendidly null, . rehearse, your being shall, . reherse as neighe as he can, . reign, here we may, secure, . in hell, better to, . is worth ambition, to, . of chaos and old night, . undisturbed their ancient, . reigneth, the lord, . rejoice in thy youth, . let the earth, . the desert shall, . we in ourselves, . rejoicing with heaven and earth, . relations, man is a bundle of, . relentless power, . relents, my vigour, . relic of departed worth, . relics, cold and unhonoured, . crucifixes beads, . hallowed, . relief, for this, much thanks, . give, and heaven will bless, . of man's estate, . 't is a poor, we gain, . relieve a brother, exquisite to, . the wretched, to, . religion, blunderbuss against, . blushing veils her fires, . breathing household laws, . distant rewards of, . freedom of, . he made it a part of his, . his, an anxious wish, . humanities of old, . in our northern colonies, . liberty and law, . mother of form and fear, . one, is as true as another, . philosophy bringeth about to, . pledged to, . rum and true, . stands on tiptoe, . the world of one, . was intended to be mended, as if, . without a prelate, . writers against, . religious book or friend, with a, . light, dim, . man, unworthy a, . relish him more in the soldier, . of salvation in 't, . of the saltness of time, . reluctant amorous delay, . stalked off, . remainder biscuit, dry as the, . remained to pray, . remains, all that, of thee, . be kind to my, . remark was shrewd, his, . remedies for extreme diseases, . oft in ourselves do lie, . remedy for all things, . for every trouble, , . found out the, . sought the, . things without all, . worse than the disease, . remember absent friends, . an apothecary, i do, . days of joy, . i cannot but, such things were, . i remember i, , . lot's wife, . milo's end, . now thy creator, . sweet alice, don't you, . the end, . the poor creature, i do, . the power of beauty i, . thee, far less sweet than to, . thee yea, . thy swashing blow, . whan it passed is, . what pulls the strings, . remembers me of his gracious parts, . remembered, agony that cannot be, . be all my sins, . in flowing cups, . joys are never past, . kisses after death, . never said anything that was, . sorrows sweeten present joy, . tolling a departing friend, . remembering happier things, . remembrance and reflection, . dear, makes the, . how painful the, . of the just shall flourish, . of things past, . rosemary that 's for, . writ in, . remnant of our spartan dead, . of uneasy light, . remorse, farewell, . remorseful day, . remote from cities lived a swain, . from common use, . from man with god, . unfriended melancholy slow, . remove, drags at each, . not the ancient landmark, . removes, three, as bad as a fire, . render therefore unto cæsar, . to all their dues, . to my god, what shall i, . rends thy constant heart, sigh that, . renewal of love, , . renewing of love, . renounce the devil, . renown, deathless my, . forfeit fair, . some for, . wight of high, . renowned spenser, . victories no less, . rent is sorrow, her, . the envious casca made, . repair, friendship in constant, . reparation for our rights, . repast and calm repose, . what neat, shall feast us, . repay, to-morrow will, . repeal of bad laws, . repeat no grievances, . repeats his words, . repeateth a matter, he that, . repeating, oft, they believe 'em, . repent at leisure, . to grieve yet not, . what 's past, . repentance amid the roses fierce, . for the ill we have done, . of a bad bargain, . repenting, after no, . replication, prompt, . reply, churlish, . i pause for a, . theirs not to make, . report, evil and good, . gossip, . me and my cause aright, . they bore to heaven, . things of good, . thy words, how he may, . repose, finds but short, . hushed in grim, . in trembling hope, . manners had not that, . statue-like, . sweet repast and calm, . wakes from short, . reprehend anything, if i, . repressing ill, crowning good, . reproach of being, . reprobation, fall to, . reproof on her lips, . valiant, . reproved each dull delay, . reputation dies at every word, . i have lost my, . men survive their own, . more than money, . reputation, reputation, . seeking the bubble, . written out of, . reputed wise, . request, conformity is in most, . of friends, . requiem chants, the master's, . researches deep, . resentment glows, with one, . reserve, providence is with the last, . thy judgment, . residence, a forted, . resign, few die and none, . resignation gently slopes the way, . vacancies by, none, . resigned when ills betide, . resist the devil, . resistance, principles of, . resisted, know not what 's, . resistless eloquence, . resolute and great, be, . resolution, armed with, . native hue of, . never tell your, beforehand, . pull in, . to fire it off himself, . resolve, heart to, . itself into a dew, . silence is the best, . wise to, . resolves the moon into salt tears, . resolved, once to be, . to live a fool, . to ruin or to rule, . resort of mirth, all, . various bustle of, . resounding line, the full, . respect, nature 's above art in that, . of persons, no, . of place or persons, no, . thyself, most of all, . to the opinions of mankind, . upon the world, too much, . respectability, ultimum moriens of, . resplendent hair, most, . rest and be thankful, . can never dwell where, . dove found no, . eternal sabbath of his, . fancies that keep her from her, . gets him to, . her soul she is dead, . in the grave, . is silence, the, . like a warrior taking his, . nowhere, the, . perturbed spirit, . so may he, . strength of mind is not, . there the weary be at, . to their lasting, . too much, itself becomes a pain, . veneration but no, . who sink to, . rested under the drums, . resting quality, true-fixed and, . resting-place so fair, no mortal, . restless ecstasy, to lie in, . violence, blown with, . restlessness, round our, his rest, . restorer, nature's sweet, . restraint, liberty is wholesome, . luxurious by, . restreine thy tonge, . resty sloth, . resumption, the way to, . resurrection, hope of the, . retired leisure, . retirement, plato's, . rural quiet, . short, urges sweet return, . retiring ebb, ne'er feels, . retort courteous, . retreat a single inch, i will not, . friend in my, . loopholes of, . make an honourable, . retreats, beauty dwells in deep, . of the ocean, sunless, . retrograde, all that is human must, . retrospection to the future, . return, bid time, . i thought she bade me, . no more to his house, . retirement urges sweet, . there swift, diurnal, . thou art gone and never must, . to lochaber no more, . to our muttons, . to our wethers, . unto thy rest my soul, . vilest sinner may, . returning as tedious as go o'er, . reveal no secrets, . revel of the earth, the, . revels, midnight, . now are ended, . the winds their, keep, . revelry, by night, sound of, . midnight shout and, . revenge at first though sweet, . back on itself recoils, . capable and wide, . forgiveness better than, . hath stomach for them all, . if not victory, . is a kind of wild justice, . is profitable, . is virtue, with whom, . it will feed my, . malice couched with, . study of, . sweet is, to women, . will most horribly, . revenges, time brings in his, . revenons à nos moutons, . revenue, streams of, . reverberate hills, halloo your name to the, . revered abroad, . reverence, none so poor to do him, . to god, a due, . to yon peeping moon, . reverend head, the wise the, . signiors, grave and, . vice that grey iniquity, . reveries so airy, . reversion in the sky, . reviewers people who have failed, . revisit'st glimpses of the moon, . revolts from true birth, . revolution, age of, . revolutions are not made they come, . never go backward, . revolves the sad vicissitudes, . revolving moon, of one, . reward, though late a sure, . virtue is its own, . virtue to itself a, . rewards, fortune's buffets and, . of religion, the distant, . the world its veterans, . re-word, i the matter will, . rhamses knows, she knows what, . rhapsody of words, . rhetoric, could not ope his mouth for, . dazzling fence of, . logic and, . ornate, . wit and gay, . rhetorician's rules teach nothing, . rheum, how now foolish, . rhine, the castled, . wash the river, . wide and winding, . rhinoceros, armed, . rhone, rushing of the arrowy, . rhyme, beautiful old, . build the lofty, . dock the tail of, . epic's stately, . hitches in a, . making legs in, . nor reason, , . one for, one for sense, . outlive this powerful, . reason for my, . reason war with, . the rudder is of verses, . those that write in, . unattempted in prose or, . rhymes i had in store, . ring out my mournful, . rhymed or unrhymed poem, . rhyming peer, . planet, born under a, . rialto, in the, . what news on the, . wished him five fathom under the, . riband bound, but what this, . in the cap of youth, . to stick in his coat, . ribbed sea-sand, . ribs, knock at my, . of death, under the, . over-weathered, . rice, best not stir the, . rich and rare were the gems, . and strange, into something, . are possessed by their money, the, . at once, no good man, . beyond the dreams of avarice, , . from want of wealth, . gifts wax poor, . he that maketh haste to be, . in barren fame, . in good works, . in having such a jewel, . in saving common sense, . in virtue, . live like a wretch and die, . man, honest preferred to a, . man to enter the kingdom, . men rule the law, . nor rare, neither, . not gaudy, . plagues that haunt the, . poor and content is, . quiet and infamous, . soils often to be weeded, . the treasure, . they poor, i, . windows, . with forty pounds a year, . with little store, . with the spoils of nature, . with the spoils of time, . with thee, we are, . without a fault, . richard, awe the soul of, . conqueror, came in with, . is himself again, . richard o my king, . struck terror to the soul of, . richer for poorer, . than all his tribe, . riches and honour in her left hand, . best, . flow from bounteous heaven, . from every scene of creation, . good name better than, , . he heapeth up, . infinite, in a little room, . make themselves wings, . neither poverty nor, . of heaven's pavement, . possessed not enjoyed, . that grow in hell, . virtue and, seldom settle on one man, . richmonds in the field, six, . rid on 't, mend it or be, . riddle of the world, . ride abroad, next doth, . mankind, things, . to crouch to wait to, . rides in the whirlwind, , . on the posting winds, . post, evil news, . upon the storm, . rider, steed that knows its, . ridicule, sacred to, . the test of truth, . truth the test of, . ridiculous affairs, serious in, . excess, wasteful and, . in serious matters, . no spectacle so, . sublime to the, . riding o'er the azure realm, . rift within the lute, . rigdom funnidos, . rigged with curses dark, . right and wrong he taught, . as a trivet, . as god gives us to see the, . be sure you are, . born to set it, . by chance, a fool now and then, . divine of kings, . firmness in the, . following him that sets thee, . form of war, . hand forget her cunning, . hand, his red, . hands of fellowship, . his conduct still, . his life i 'm sure was in the, . i see the, and i approve it too, . in every cranny but the, . is right since god is god, . is right to follow, . little tight little island, . makes might, faith that, . man in the right place, . mind, clothed in his, . names, call things by their, . of all, duty of some, . of an excessive wrong, . on, i only speak, . onward steer, . or wrong, our country, . rather be, than president, . sorry for your heaviness, i am, . the day must win, . there is none to dispute my, . to begin doing well, earns the, . to dissemble your love, . was right, . whatever is is, . whose life is in the, . words, how forcible are, . rights, blacks had no, . dare maintain, their, . men who know their, . of a man, how he lies in the, . of man, called the, . property has its duties as well as, , . reparation for our, . unalienable, . righteous are bold as a lion, . die the death of the, . forsaken, not seen the, . hath hope in his death, . man regardeth the life of his beast, . overmuch, be not, . perils doe enfold the, . shall flourish, . righteousness and peace, . exalteth a nation, . sun of, . word of, . rightly to be great, . rigorous law, . rigour of the game, . of the statutes, . rill, by cool siloam's shady, . nor yet beside the, . sunshine broken in the, . rills, thousand, . rim, the sun's, dips, . ring happy bells, . in the christ that is to be, . in the thousand years of peace, . in the valiant man, . of verse, thy rare gold, . on her wand she bore, . out my mournful rhymes, . out old shapes of disease, . out the darkness of the land, . out the narrowing lust of gold, . out the old ring in the new, . out the thousand wars of old, . out wild bells, . posy of a, . the fuller minstrel in, . to evensong, . with this, i thee wed, . rings, and chains, wearers of, . of which all europe, . ringing grooves of change, . ringlet, blowing the, . ripe and good one, a scholar and a, . and ripe, hour to hour we, . cherry, i cry, . ripened in our northern sky, . into faith, persuasion, . ripeness, love grown to, . ripening breath, summer's, . his greatness is a, . ripest fruit first falls, . ripples break round his breast, . rise by sin, some, . honest muse, . let it, till it meet the sun, . like feathered mercury, . up xarifa, . with the lark, . risen on mid-noon, , . rising all at once, their, . early, heaven's help better than, . in clouded majesty, . in his, seemed a pillar of state, . to a man's work, . risks nothing gains nothing, . rival all but shakespeare's name, . in the light of day, . river, alph the sacred, . at my garden's end, . dee, lived on the, . fair and crystal, . glideth at his own sweet will, . in macedon, there is a, . like the foam on the, . like the snow-fall in the, . of his thoughts, , . of passing thoughts, . rivers are highways, . by shallow, . cannot quench, . of egypt, . run to seas, . wide and shallow brooks, . river's brim, primrose by a, . rivets up, hammers closing, , . rivulet of text, a neat, . rivulets dance, where, . myriads of, . road, along a rough a weary, . fringing the dusty, . life's dark, through, . like one on a lonesome, . morn furthers a man on his, . no street no, . of casualty, . takes no private, . taxed horse on a taxed, . through life's dark, . to virtue, no ready, . whose dust is gold, . roam, absent from him i, . soar but never, . some love to, . they are fools who, . when far o'er sea we, . where'er i, whatever realms to see, . roamed o'er many lands, . roar, a lion in the lobby, . gently as any sucking dove, . give a grievous, . he did not only sigh but, . music in its, . nature says best and she says, . set the table on a, . you an 't were any nightingale, . roaring lion, as a, . lions, talks as familiarly of, . roast an egg, the learned, . beef of old england, . roasted rare, new-laid eggs, . rob a neighbour, that he might, . me the exchequer, . peter and pay paul, . the hybla bees, . us of our joys, . was lord below, . robs me of that which not enriches him, . the vast sea, the sun, . robbed, he that is, . the, that smiles, . robbery, change be no, . robbing peter he paid paul, . robe, dew on his thin, . of clouds, throne of rocks in a, . of night, azure, . the judge's, . robes and furred gowns hide all, . garland and singing, . loosely flowing hair as free, . riche or fidel, . robin hood, a famous man is, . jolly robin, . robin-redbreast, call for the, . robinson crusoe, poor, . robustious periwig-pated fellow, . rock aerial, brotherhood upon, . dwell on a, or in a cell, . founded upon a, . gem of the old, . moulder piecemeal on the, . of ages cleft for me, . of the national resources, . pendent, a towered citadel, . reclined, all on a, . shall fly from its firm base, this, . stood on, to bob for whale, . tall, the mountain, . the cradle of reposing age, . us nearer to the tomb, cradles, . weed flung from the, . rocks and hills, . caves lakes fens bogs, . fleeting air and desert, . music hath charms to soften, . pure gold, water nectar and, . throne of, robe of clouds, . whereon greatest men have oftest wrecked, . rock-bound coast, stern and, . rock-ribbed hills, . rocked in the cradle of the deep, . rocket, rose like a, . rocky are her shores, . rod and thy staff, thy, . beaten with his own, . he that spareth his, . of empire might have swayed, . of iron, rule with a, . reversed, his, . spare the, , , . to check the erring, . wit 's a feather a chief a, . rode, full royally he, . the six hundred, . roderick, art thou a friend to, . where was, then, . rogue, inch that is not fool is, . rogues in buckram, . roguish thing, equity is a, . roll darkling down, . of common men, . of honor, pension list is the, . on dark blue ocean, . wherever waves can, . rolls it under his tongue, . of fame, in all the, . of noah's ark, . rolled two into one, . up the wrong way, hedgehog, . rolling deep, home on the, . in fine frenzy, . stone gathers no moss, , . year is full of thee, the, . roman fame, above all, . fashion, after the high, . hand, we do know the sweet, . holiday, to make a, . more an antique, than a dane, . name, above any greek or, . noblest, of them all, . senate long debate, can a, . streets, gibber in the, . than such a, . thought hath struck him, a, . urns, fire in antique, . romans call it stoicism, the, . countrymen and lovers, . last of all the, fare thee well, . romance, by the shores of old, . romances of marivaux, . romanism and rebellion, . romantic, if folly grow, . rome, aisles of christian, . big with the fate of, . but that i loved, more, . can virgil claim, . do as they do at, . eternal devil to keep state in, . grandeur that was, . growing up to might, . hook-nosed fellow of, . i do fast on saturday at, . in the height of her glory, . more than the pope of, . move the stones of, . not built in one day, , . palmy state of, . queen of land and sea, . shall fall when falls the coliseum, . than second in, . thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods, . time will doubt of, . when at, do as they see done, . romeo, wherefore art thou, . roof, arched, . fretted with golden fire, . to shrowd his head, , . under the shady, . room and verge enough, ample, . as your company, . blazed with lights, . civet in the, . for shakespeare, . for wit, heads so little no, . infinite riches in a little, . no gilded dome swells the lowly, . no wit for so much, . up of my absent child, grief fills the, . who sweeps a, . worst inn's worst, . roost, as chickens come home to, . roosts, perched, . root, axe is laid unto the, . humility that low sweet, . insane, . love that took an early, . nips his, and then he falls, . of age, worm at the, . of all evil, money is the, . of the matter is in me, . tree of deepest, . roots itself in ease, . rooted sorrow from the memory, . rope enough, you shall never want, . rosaries and pixes, . rose, any nose may ravage a, . at christmas, desire a, . aylmer, . blossom as the, . budding, above the full blown, . by any other name, . dewdrop clinging to the, . flung odours flung, . go lovely, . growing on his cheek, . happy is the, distilled, . i am not the, . in aromatic pain, . in spring, familiar as the, . is fairest when 't is budding, . is sweetest washed with dew, . je ne suis pas la, . just newly born, the, . last, of summer, . like a full-blown, . like a rocket, . like an exhalation, . lovely is the, . my life is like the summer, . my luve 's like a red red, . of love, gather, . of the fair state, . of youth, he wears the, . red as a, is she, . should shut and be a bud, . so red, never blows the, . sweeter in the bud, . that all are praising, . that lives its little hour, the, . thought like a full-blown, . under the, . up he, and donned his clothes, . vernal bloom or summer's, . with leaves yet folded, . with thorns, . without the thorn, , . roses and lilies and violets, . and white lilies, . bower of, by bendemeer's stream, . four red, on a stalk, . from your cheek, . full of sweet days and, . in december seek, . make thee beds of, . month, of leaves and, . never expect to gather, . red and violets blew, . repentance amid the, . roses strew on her, . scent of the, . she wore a wreath of, . strew on her roses, . virgins soft as the, . rosebud garden of girls, . set with thorns, . rosebuds, crown ourselves with, . filled with snow, . gather ye, while ye may, . rose-leaves scattered, like, . stirred with the air, . rose-lipped cherubin, . rosemary for remembrance, . rosewater on a toad, pour, . ross, the man of, . rost, rule the, , . rosy light, sprinkled with, . red, celestial, . sea, upon the, . steps, morn her, . rot and rot, from hour to hour we, . propagate and, . to lie in cold obstruction and to, . rots itself in ease, . rote, learned and conned by, . rotten apples, small choice in, . at the heart, a goodly apple, . in denmark, something is, . rottenness, firmament is, . rough as nutmeg-graters, . quarries rocks and hills, . rude sea, all the water in the, . rough-hew them how we will, . rough-island story, . roughly, life has passed, . round and round we run, . at the top, from the, . attains the upmost, . dance their wayward, . fat oily man of god, . glory guards with solemn, . hoop's bewitching, . keeps up a perpetual, . life's dull, . numbers are false, . the slight waist, . the square, all, . trivial, the common task, . unvarnished tale, . while you perform your antic, . roundabout, this great, . rounded with a sleep, life is, . roundelay, my merry merry, . round-heads and wooden shoes, . rouse a lion, the blood stirs to, . and stir as life were in 't, . the lion from his lair, . rousseau, ask jean jacques, . rout on rout, ruin upon ruin, . where meet a public, . world with its motley, . routed all his foes, thrice he, . roving, go no more a, . row brothers row, . one way and look another, . rowers, like, who advance backward, . rowland for an oliver, . to the dark tower came, . roy's wife of aldivalloch, . royal office to execute laws, . path to geometry, . train believe me, a, . royally he rode, . royalty of virtue, the, . ruat coelum fiat voluntas tua, , . rub, let the world, . there 's the, . rubs which providence sends, . rubente dextera, . rubicon, i had passed the, . rubies grew, where the, . price of wisdom is above, . wisdom is better than, . rudder is of verses, rhyme the, . true, steer my, . ruddy drop of manly blood, . drops, dear as the, , . rude am i in my speech, . forefathers of the hamlet, . hand deface it, may no, . in speech, though i be, . militia swarms, . multitude call the afternoon, . sea grew civil at her song, . stream, mercy of a, . rudely, speke he never so, . stamped, i that am, . rue and euphrasy, . nought shall make us, . with a difference, wear your, . rueful conflict, the heart riven the, . ruffian, that father, . ruffles, sending them, . when wanting a shirt, . rug, snug as a bug in a, . rugged line, harsh cadence of a, . russian bear, . ruin and confusion hurled, in, . drunkenness identical with, . final, fiercely drives, . has designed, whom god to, . lovely in death the beauteous, . majestic though in, . man marks the earth with, . one prodigious, swallow all, . or to rule the state, . prostrate the beauteous, . seize thee ruthless king, . systems into, hurled, . the fires of, glow, . threats of pain and, . upon ruin rout on rout, . ruins, fame on lesser, built, . human mind in, . of himself, the, . of iona, . of st. paul's, . of the noblest man, . ruin's ploughshare, stern, . ruined by natural propensities, . ruin-trace, can print no, . rule alone, too fond to, . all be done by the, . britannia, . exceptions prove the, . eye sublime declared absolute, . homer's, the best, . little sway, a little, . long-levelled, . none shall, but the humble, . of men entirely great, . of plato, . over others, how shall i, . the good old, . the great, ill can he, . the law, rich men, . the rost, , . the state, to ruin or to, . the varied year, to, . them with a rod of iron, . rules, a few plain, . and hammers, . never shows she, . o'er freemen, who, . the twelve good, . the waves, britannia, . ruler of the inverted year, . ruleth all the roste, . his spirit, he that, . ruling passion, , . power within, . rum and true religion, . romanism and rebellion, . ruminate, as thou dost, . rumination wraps me, my often, . rumour of oppression, . rumours of wars, . run amuck, too discreet to, . away and fly, . away, they conquer love that, . back, time will, . before the wind, . he may, that readeth it, . i can, or i can fly, . to and fro, many shall, . to wait to ride to, . with the hare, . with the hound, . runs away, he that fights and, . away, he who fights and, . may read, he that, . the great circuit, . the world away, . runneth not to the contrary, . over, my cup, . running brooks, books in the, . sprightly, . rupert of debate, . rural quiet, retirement, . sights alone, not, . rush against othello's breast, . into the skies, . to glory or the grave, . rushed to meet the insulting foe, . rushing of the arrowy rhone, . of the blast, the, . russet mantle clad, morn in, . russia, last out a night in, . russian bear, the rugged, . rust, better to be eaten to death with, . better wear out than, . unburnished, to, . rustic life and poverty, . moralist, teach the, . rustics, amazed the gazing, . rustling in the dark, mournful, . in unpaid-for silk, . rusty for want of fighting, . ruth, when sick for home, . ruthless king, ruin seize thee, . sabaoth and port, . sabbath appeared, when a, . bill to frame a, . day to me, sunday shines no, . he who ordained the, . of his rest, the eternal, . was made for man, . sabbathless satan, . sabean odours, . sable cloud with silver lining, . goddess, night, . hearse, underneath this, . night, son of the, . silvered, his beard a, . sables, suit of, . sabler tints of woe, . sabrina fair, listen, . sack, intolerable deal of, . purge and leave, . sacred and inspired divinity, . burden is this life, . honour, pledge our, . pity, drops of, . religion mother of form, . to gods is misery, . to ridicule his whole life long, . sacrifice, is no vain, . to the graces, , . turn delight into a, . unpitied, an, . sacrifices, such, my cordelia, . sacrilegious murder, . sad and bad and mad it was, . as angels, . because it makes us smile, . by fits, 't was, . experience to make me, . fancies do we affect, . heart, ruddy drops that visit my, . impious in a good man to be, . music of humanity, . near to make a man look, . so, so tender and so true, . stories of the death of kings, . vicissitude of things, , . votarist in palmer's weed, . words of tongue or pen, . sadder and a wiser man, . saddest of all tales, . of the year, days the, . saddle, things are in the, . saddled and bridled, . sadness and longing, feeling of, . diverter of, . wraps me in a most humorous, . safe and sound your trust is, . bind safe find, . from temptation and pollution, . through a thousand perils, . safer being meek than fierce, . safety, fear is the mother of, . in multitude of counsellors, . little temporary, . pluck this flower, . pot of ale and, . to teach thee, . walks in its steps, . sagacious blue-stocking, . of his quarry from so far, . sage advices, lengthened, . by saint by savage and by, . frolic, make the, . he stood, , . he thought as a, . just less than, . long experience made him, . thinks like a, . truths electrify the, . sages have seen in thy face, . in all times assert, . teach more than all the, can, . sage's pride, vain the, . sager, by losing rendered, . said anything that was remembered, never, . before, nothing that has not been, . it, as well as if i had, . little, is soonest mended, . nothing but what has been, . on both sides, much may be, , . sail, bark attendant, . breath of heaven swell the, . is as a noiseless wing, this, . learn of the little nautilus to, . like my pinnace, . on even keel, . on life's ocean diversely we, . on o ship of state, . on o union strong and great, . set every threadbare, . swan spreads his snowy, . what avail the plough or, . wherever billows roll, ships will, . white and rustling, . sails filled and streamers waving, . filled with a lusty wind, . over-weathered ribs and ragged, . purple the, . sailed for sunny isles, . with me before, you never, . sailing like a stately ship, . on obscene wings, . sailor, messmates hear a brother, . on a mast, a drunken, . sailors are but men, . sail-yards tremble, the, . saint augustine well hast thou said, . george and the dragon, . john, awake my, . john mingle with my friendly bowl, . in crape and lawn, . in wisdom's school, . it, sinner it or, . it would provoke a, . mary's lake, swan on still, . my late espoused, . nicholas would soon be there, . no true, allows, . paul's, ruins of, . savage and by sage, by, . seem a, when i play the devil, . sustained it the woman died, . to corrupt a, . upon his knees, . saints above, men below and, . death of his, . his soul is with the, . immortal reign, where, . who taught, . will aid if men will call, . sainted, a thing enskyed and, . saintly chastity, so dear is, . shew, falsehood under, . saint-seducing gold, . saintship of an anchorite, . salad days, my, . sally, there 's none like pretty, . salmons in both, there is, . salt have lost his savour, . of our youth, we have some, . of the earth, ye are the, . peck of, . pillar of, . seasoned with, . upon the tails of sparrows, . who ne'er knew, . salt-fish on his hook, . saltness of time, . oil vinegar sugar and, . saltpetre, this villanous, . salutary influence of example, . neglect, wise and, . salutation to the morn, . salvation, no relish of, . none of us should see, . tools of working our, . samarcand, all the gems of, . samaritan, acts like a, . without the oil and twopence, . same, another and the, . another yet the, . samphire, one that gathers, . sampler, ply the, . sanat sanctificat et ditat, . sancho panza is my own self, . sanctified the crime, numbers, . sanction of the god, . sanctity of reason, indu'd with, . sanctuary of the intuitions, . sanctum supercilious, my, . sand and the wild uproar, . leaves or driving, . little grains of, . roll down their golden, . were pearl, if all their, . sands, come unto these yellow, . ignoble things, . o' dee, across the, . of time, footprints on the, . small, the mountain make, . syllable men's names on, . sandal shoon, by his, . sanded floor, the nicely, . sand-dunes, like the, . sane, 't is better being, than mad, . sang, it may turn out a, . of love and not of fame, . sange, ful wel she, . sans intermission, . taste sans everything, . teeth sans eyes, . sapphire blaze the living throne, . sapphires, glowed with living, . sappho loved and sung, where, . survives we sing her songs, . sapping a solemn creed, . sardonic smile, . sat like a cormorant, . satan came also, . exalted sat, . finds some mischief, . get thee behind me, . play at cherry-pit with, . sabbathless, . so call him now, . stood unterrified, . trembles when he sees, . was now at hand, . satanic school, the, . satchel, schoolboy with his, , . satire be my song, . for pointed, . is my weapon, . like a polished razor, . or sense, . satisfaction as the time requires, . of the tongue, windy, . satisfied that is well paid, he is, . saturday and monday, betwixt a, . satyr, hyperion to a, . sauce, sharpen with cloyless, . saucy doubts and fears, . saul among the prophets, . and jonathan were lovely, . sauntered europe round, . savage breast, soothe the, . saint and sage, by, . wild in woods the noble, ran, . woman, take some, . savageness in unreclaimed blood, . save in his own country, . me from the candid friend, . saviour's birth is celebrated, . savour, salt have lost his, . saw and loved, . an old said, . and overcame, . i doubted of this, . no sound of hammer or of, . the air too much, do not, . who, to wish her stay, . saws, full of wise, . say i 'm sick, i 'm dead, . it that should not, though i, . nothing but what has been said, . than do, more disagreeable to, . to yourself what you would be, . wills to do or, . says a foolish thing, never, . saying and doing are two things, . short, contains much wisdom, . sayings of philosophers, . such odd, . scab of churches, . scabbard, sword glued to my, . scabbards, swords leaped from their, . scaffold high, on the, . truth forever on the, . scale, free-livers on a small, . geometric, . justice with lifted, . weighing in equal, . scales, jove weighs in dubious, . scaly horror of his folded tail, . scan, or their faults to, . presume not god to, . your brother man, . scandal about queen elizabeth, . in disguise, praise undeserved is, . waits on greatest state, . scandals, immortal, . scandalous and poor, . scanter of your maiden presence, . 'scapes, hair-breadth, . scar, if two loves join there is oft a, . scars, gashed with honourable, . jests at, that never felt a wound, . remaining, they stood aloof the, . scarce expect one of my age, . would move a horse, . scarecrows, no eye hath seen such, . scared out of his seven senses, . scarfed bark, . scarfs garters gold, . scatter plenty, . scene be acted over, this lofty, . last of all, . not one fair, . o'er this changing, . of man, o'er all this, . on which they gazed, . that memorable, . tread again the, . was more beautiful far, . was o'er, the proud, . scenes, gay and festive, . gay gilded, . like these, from, . like this, to live and die in, . of my childhood, . scent of odorous perfume, . of the roses, . the fair annoys, whose, . the morning air, methinks i, . to every flower, gives, . scents, pleasant, salute the nose, . scented the grim feature, . sceptic could inquire for, . sceptre, a barren, in my gripe, . all who meet obey, . leaden, stretches forth her, . our flag the, . shows the force of temporal power, . sceptred hermit, a, . isle, this, . pall, tragedy in, . sovereigns, dead but, . sway, mercy is above this, . scheld or wandering po, . scheme for her own breakfast, . schemes o' mice, best laid, . schiller has the material sublime, . scholar and a gentleman, . in the soldier more than in the, . rake christian dupe, . ripe and good one, . scholars, base born, the greatest, . great men, not great, . the land of, . scholar's life assail, the, . soldier's eye, . school, creeping unwillingly to, . days, in my joyful, . experience keeps a dear, . of mankind, example the, . of stratford, . saint in wisdom's, . tell tales out of, . the satanic, . schools, flogging in great, . jargon of the, , . old maxim in the, . schoolboy, whining, . whips his taxed top, . with his satchel, , . schoolboys, frisk away like, . schoolboy's tale, a, . schooldays, in my, . schoolmaster is abroad, . science, bright-eyed, . eel of, by the tail, . fair, frowned not, on his birth, . falsely so-called, . glare of false, . good sense though no, . new, that men lere, . of our law, the lawless, . one, will one genius fit, . proud, never taught to stray, . sort of hocus-pocus, . star-eyed, . sciences, all the abstruse, . books must follow, . scilurus on his death-bed, . scio's rocky isle, old man of, . scion of chiefs and monarchs, . scipio buried by the upbraiding shore, . scipio's ghost walks unavenged, . scoff, fools who came to, . scoffer's pen, product of a, . scolding from carlyle, . scole of stratford, . scope of my opinion, . score and tally, no books but the, . scorn delights, . for the time of, . in spite of, . laugh a siege to, . laugh thee to, . laughed his word to, . not the sonnet, . of consequence, . of eyes reflecting gems, . of scorn the hate of hate, . read to doubt or read to, . to laugh to, . what a deal of, looks beautiful, . scorns of time, whips and, . scorned, no fury like a woman, . slighted, disappointed woman, . scornful jest, most bitter is a, . scorning the base degrees, . scorpion died of the bite, . scot and lot, . scots, a few industrious, . wha hae wi wallace bled, . wham bruce has often led, . scotch nation void of wit, . understanding, . scotched the snake, . scotchman, left to a beggarly, . much may be made of a, . scotchman's noblest prospect, . scotia's grandeur springs, . scotland at the orcades, . stands, where it did, . scotland's strand, fair, . scoundrel and a coward, . last refuge of a, . maxim, . scoured with perpetual motion, . scourge inexorable, . of god, him that was the, . whose iron, . scourged to his dungeon, . scours the plain, camilla, . scout, the blabbing eastern, . scraps of learning dote, on, . stolen the, . scratched, a little, 't will serve, . screw your courage to the sticking place, . scripture authentic, . elder, writ by god, . the devil can cite, . scruple of her excellence, . sculptured in stone on poet's pages, . marble, although no, . scutcheon, honour a mere, . scuttled ship, that ever, . scylla and charybdis, . your father, . scyllam, incidis in, . s'death i 'll print it, . sea, alone on a wide wide, . as stars look on the, . beheld and fled, the great, . best thing between england and france, . boisterous captain of the, . by the deep, where none intrude, . cloud out of the, . come o'er the moonlit, . compassed by the inviolate, . desert of the, . down to a sunless, . dreary, now blows between, . far-heard whisper o'er the, . first gem of the, . footsteps in the, . fountain stream and, . give a thousand furlongs of, . glad waters of the dark blue, . go down to the, in ships, . grew civil at her song, . his deeds inimitable like the, . hollows crowned with summer, . home on the rolling, . how the fishes live in the, . i 'm on the, . in rage deaf as the, . in the bosom of the, , . in the flat, sunk, . in the rough rude, . into that silent, . is a thief, . is calm, when the, . isles that o'erlace the, . lane of beams athwart the, . light that never was on, . like to the pontic, . loved the great, more and more, . marathon looks on the, . money to a starving man at, . most dangerous, . music of the, . my bark is on the, . no breath came o'er the, . nor earth nor boundless, . now flows between a dreary, . of glory, summers in a, . of pines, silent, . of troubles, arms against a, . of upturned faces, , . on life's rough, . one as the, . one foot in, and one on shore, , . one voice is of the, . or fire in earth or air, in, . or land, thing of, . our flag is known in every, . our heritage the, . peri beneath the dark, . pouring oil on the, . precious stone set in the silver, . proteus rising from the, . robs the vast, . rolls its waves, while the, . scattered in the bottom of the, . ships that have gone down at, . sight of that immortal, . sing the dangers of the, . siren who sung under the, . stern god of, . swelling of the voiceful, . the breeze is on the, . the open, the blue the fresh, . the passenger pukes in, . they who plough the, . under the deep deep, . union with its native, . upon the rosy, . uttermost parts of the, . was roaring, 't was when the, . wave o' the, i wish you a, . wet sheet and flowing, . what thing of, or land, . whether in, or fire, . seas, dangers of the, . foam of perilous, . guard our native, . incarnadine, . of gore, shedding, . of thought, strange, . rivers run to, . roll to waft me, . severn to the narrow, . such a jewel as twenty, . two boundless, . unsuspected isle in the far, . sea-born treasures, my, . sea-change, suffer a, . sea-coal fire, by a, . sea-girt citadel, winged, . seal, seem to set his, . seals of love but sealed in vain, . that close the pestilence, . sealed their letters with their thumbs, . sea-maid's music, to hear the, . seamen, the gentlemen were not, . sea-sand, brown as the ribbed, . search men's principles, . not his bottom, . not worth the, . nothing so hard but, will find it, . of deep philosophy, . patient, and vigil long, . the coffers round, . vain my weary, . searches to the bottom, . sea-shore, boy playing on the, . season, each thing that grows in, . ever 'gainst that, . everything at its proper, . from that time unto this, . priketh every gentil herte, . shock of corn in his, . things seasoned by, . to everything there is a, . when i have convenient, . word spoken in, . word spoken in due, . your admiration for a while, . seasons and their change, . death thou hast all, . justice, when mercy, . return with the year, . roll as the swift, . vernal, of the year, . who knew the, . seasoned life of man, . timber never gives, . with a gracious voice, . with salt, . seat, his favourite, be woman's feeble breast, . in some poetic nook, . is the bosom of god, her, . misfortune made the throne her, . nature from her, . of mars, this, . this castle hath a pleasant, . up to our native, . vaulted with ease into his, . while memory holds a, . seats beneath the shade, . seated heart knock at my ribs, . second childishness and mere oblivion, . daniel, a, . each, stood heir to the first, . in rome, . nature, custom is, . thought, the sober, . thoughts are best, . thoughts, to their own, . secret as the grave, . black and midnight hags, . bread eaten in, . dread and inward horror, . in silence and tears, in, . of a weed's plain heart, . of nature, death is a, . of success is constancy, . soul to show, . sympathy, it is the, . things are the lord's, . trusted to a woman, . secrets of my prison-house, . of the nether world, . reveal no, . secretary of nature, . sect, slave to no, . sects, vicissitudes of, and religions, . secure amidst a falling world, . the past at least is, . security for the future, . public honour is, . sedge, giving a kiss to every, . seduces all mankind, woman, . see a hand you cannot see, . a world to, . all things, light to, . and be seen, . and eek for to be seie, . her is to love her, to, . is this a dagger which i, . it, i don't, . may i be there to, . none so blind as those that will not, , . oursels as others see us, . the conquering hero comes, . the right and approve it, . thee again, then i shall, . thee at philippi, . thee damned first, i will, . thee still, i have thee not yet, . through a glass darkly, . 't is but a part we, . what i see, to have seen what i have seen, . what is not to be seen, . with his half-shut eyes, . sees god in clouds, . or dreams he sees, . what he foresaw, . with equal eye, who, . seed begging bread, nor his, . fruit from such a, . in the morning sow thy, . of the church, . seeds of poesy by heaven sown, . of time, look into the, . seeing eye, the hearing ear, . eyes were made for, if, . not satisfied with, . precious, to the eye, . the root of the matter, . seek and ye shall find, . it ere it come to light, . thee in vain by the meadow, . seeks painted trifles, . seeking light doth light of light beguile, . the bubble reputation, . whom he may devour, . seem a saint when i play the devil, . they grow to what they, . things are not what they, . seems madam i know not seems, . wisest virtuousest best, . seeming estranged, providence, . evil still educing good, . otherwise, . seemly, do it not if it is not, . seen better days, we have, . evidence of things not, . needs only to be, . never was nor never shall be, . that day, or ever i had, . too early, unknown, . what i have seen, . seldom he smiles, . shall she hear a tale, . selection, natural, . self, smote the cord of, . something dearer than, . true to thine own, . self-approving hour, one, . self-disparagement, inward, . self-dispraise, luxury in, . self-esteem, nothing profits more than, . self-evident truths, . self-existence, concatenation of, . self-knowledge self-control, . self-love not so vile a sin, . self-made men, . self-mettle tires him, . self-neglecting and self-love, . self-preservation in animals, . self-reliance, discontent is want of, . self-reproach, feel no, . self-respect, never lose thy, . self-reverence self-knowledge, . self-sacrifice, spirit of, . selfsame flight the selfsame way, . heaven that frowns on me, . self-slaughter, canon 'gainst, . self-taught, i sing, . sell with you buy with you, . selling of pig in a poke, . selves, from our own, our joys must flow, . stepping-stones of their dead, . semblance, wait for me a little, . semi-solomon, a kind of, . sempronius, we 'll do more, . senate at his heels, cæsar with a, . give his little, laws, , . long debate, can a roman, . senates, listening, . senators, green-robed, those, . most grave, . senior-junior giant-dwarf, . sensation, count minutes by, . sensations felt in the blood, . sense aches at thee, the, . all the joys of, . and nonsense, through, . and outward things, . custom who all, doth eat, . deviates into, . flows in fit words, . from thought divide, . good health and good, . good, the gift of heaven, . if all want, . joys of, lie in three words, . live within the, . men of, approve, . much fruit of, . obstinate questionings of, . of death is most in apprehension, . of future favours, gratitude, . of ills to come, no, . of shame, lost to all, . of your great merit, . one for rhyme, one for, . palls upon the, . palter in a double, . persons of good, . satire or, . song charms the, . sound an echo to the, . stings and motions of the, . sublime of something, . the daintier, . want of decency is want of, . whose weighty, . with his uncommon, . senses, entrancing our, . impressions through the, . seven, out of his, . steep my, in forgetfulness, . unto our gentle, . senseless and fit man, most, . sensibility, wanting, . sensible and well-bred man, . men are of the same religion, . men never tell, . to feeling as to sight, . warm motion, . sensuous, simple passionate and, . sentence, he mouths a, . hungry judges sign the, . mortality my, . my, is for open war, . sentences, quips and, . sententious, cato the, . sentiment, action measured by the, . nurse of manly, . pluck the eyes of, . sentimentally disposed to harmony, . sentinel and nun, like, . stars set their watch, . sentinels, fixed, . separateth very friends, . september, thirty days hath, . sepulchral urns, in old, . sepulchre, quietly inurned in the, . soldier's, shall be a, . sepulchres whited, . sepulchred in such pomp, . sequent centuries, no, . sequestered vale, , . seraph, as the rapt, that adores, . so spake the, abdiel, . seraphs might despair, where, . serbonian bog, . sere the yellow leaf, . serene amidst alarms, . and bright, old age, . gem of purest ray, . of heaven, breaks the, . serenely full the epicure would say, . serenity, a never fading, . sergeant death, this fell, . serious in ridiculous matters, . smile, make the, . thought, still and, . seriphus, if i had been of, . sermon, perhaps turn out a, . who flies a, . sermons and soda-water, . in stones, . serpent, biteth like a, . like aaron's, . more of the, than dove, . of old nile, . sting thee twice, . trail of the, . under the innocent flower, . serpents, be ye wise as, . poison for, . serpent's tooth, sharper than a, . servant a dog, is thy, . of god, well done, . to the lender, . with this clause, . servants, men in great place are thrice, . of fame and of business, . of the sovereign or state, . serve for table-talk, . god and mammon, ye cannot, . in heaven, than, . one of those that will not, . they, who stand and wait, . 't is enough, 't will, . serves me most who serves his country best, . served my god, had i but, . serveth not another's will, . servi peregrini, . service, ability for good, . devine, she sange, . done the state some, . is no heritage, . is perfect freedom, whose, . of the antique world, . small, is true service, . still, strong for, . sweat for duty not for meed, . 't is the curse of, . to the flesh, . weary and old with, . yeoman's, it did me, . servile opportunity to gold, . to skyey influences, . servitors, nimble and airy, . servitude, base laws of, . seson priketh every gentil herte, . sessions of sweet silent thought, . set down aught in malice, . here is the whole, . mankind their little, . my life upon a cast, . my life upon any charm, . terms, in good, . thine house in order, . setter up of kings, . setteth up another, . setting, i haste now to my, . in his western skies, . sun and music at the close, . sun, men shut doors against a, . settle's numbers, lived in, . seven ages, his acts being, . all at six and, . cities warred for homer, . halfpenny loaves, . hours to law, . hundred pounds and possibilities, . men that can render a reason, . senses, scared out of his, , . wealthy towns, . women hold of one man, . years' pith, these arms had, . seventy years young, . severe, grave to gay from lively to, . in aught, if, . pleasant to, , . with eyes, . severn, avon to the, runs, . to the narrow seas, . sewers annoy the air, . sewing at once a double thread, . sex, female of, it seems, . is ever kind to a soldier, the, . marcia towers above her, . spirits can assume either, . stronger than my, . to the last, . whose presence civilizes ours, . sexes, the french say there are three, . sex's earliest latest care, . shackles fall in our country, . shade, ah pleasing, . along the moonlight, . amaryllis in the, . boundless contiguity of, . dancing in the chequered, . freedom's hallowed, . gentlemen of the, . great pompey's, . green thought in a green, . half in sun half in, . hunter and the deer a, , . in sunshine and in, . of aristocracy, the cool, . of melancholy boughs, . of power, gray flits the, . of that which once was great, . let it sleep in the, . more welcome, . no shine no butterflies, no, . pale realms of, . pillared, high overarched, . seats beneath the, . shadow of a, . sitting in a pleasant, . so softening into shade, . that follows wealth, . thought in a green, . through sun and, . unperceived, . variable as the, . shades below, way was easy to the, . happy walks and, . high over-arched, . of death, bogs dens and, . of evening close, ere the, . of night, fled the, . soon as the evening, prevail, . where the etrurian, . shadow both way falls, . cloaked from head to foot, . dims her way, nor, . dream itself is but a, . float double swan and, . hence horrible, . in the sun, to spy my, . lies floating on the floor, . life is but a walking, . of a shade, . of a starless night, . of death, darkness and the, . of some unseen power, . of the british oak, . of thy wings, under the, . our time is a very, . proves the substance true, . seemed, that, . single hair casts its, . soul from out that, . swift as a, . shadows, a thousand, go, . beckoning dire, . best in this kind are but, . come like, so depart, . coming events cast their, . go, face o'er which, . lengthening, . mirrors of gigantic, . not substantial things, . of actions, words the, . of coming events, . our fatal, . that walk by us, . to-night have struck more terror, . we are what shadows we pursue, . wishes lengthen like our, . shadowed livery of the sun, . shadowy lie, was thy dream a, . past, summon from the, . shadwell never deviates into sense, . shady brows, . leaves of destiny, . place, sunshine in the, . roof, under the, . side of pall-mall, . shaft at random sent, . flew thrice, thy, . lent his plume to fledge the, . of light across the land, . of orient mould, light, . that made him die, . that quivered in his heart, . when i had lost one, . winged the, . shafts, thy fatal, . shake my fell purpose, . our disposition, . the saintship of an anchorite, . the spheres, seems to, . thy gory locks at me, never, . why dost thou shiver and, . shakes his ambrosial curls, . pestilence and war, . shaken, so, as we are, . when taken, to be, . withered and, . shaker of o'er-rank states, . shakespeare and musical glasses, . at his side, . drew, this is the jew that, . fancy's child, sweetest, . is not our poet, . more original than his originals, . my, rise, . myriad-minded, . on whose forehead climb, . passages in, not quoted till this century, . the wonder of our stage, . to make room for, . tongue that, spake, . unlocked his heart, , . what needs my, . shakespeare's magic, . name, rival all but, . wit, orbit and sum of, . shaking, fruit that falls without, . shall i wasting in despair, . mark you his absolute, . not when he wolda, . shallow brooks and rivers wide, . draughts intoxicate the brain, . in himself, versed in books, . murmur, the deep are dumb, . rivers, . spirit of judgment, . streams run dimpling, . shallows, bound in, . shame, avoid, . blush of maiden, . cometh after, . doff it for, . each deed of, . erring sister's, . fear not guilt yet start at, . hide her, from every eye, . honour and, . london's lasting, . lost to all sense of, . love taught him, . one glory an' one, . our neighbour's, . say what it will, . the devil, tell truth and, . the fools, print it and, . those who start at, . to men, . where is thy blush, . who hangs his head for, . whose glory is in their, . will follow after, . with love at strife, . shames, hold a candle to my, . thousand innocent, . shamed, age thou art, . shank, too wide for his shrunk, . shape, air and harmony of, . assume a pleasing, . bears lick their young into, . cast a beam on the outward, . execrable, what art thou, . had none distinguishable, . if it might be called, . in any, in any mood, . no bigger than an agate-stone, in, . of a camel, cloud almost in, . of danger can dismay, . such a questionable, . take any, but that, . virtue in her, . shapes, calling, . of foul disease, . of ill may hover, . our ends, divinity that, . that come not, . the poet's pen turns them to, . shaped for sportive tricks, . shared each other's gladness, . sharp as a pen, his nose was, . is the word, . misery had worn him, . pinch, necessity's, . the conquering, . sharps, unpleasing, . sharpen with cloyless sauce, . sharpeneth the countenance, . sharper than a serpent's tooth, . than the sword, whose edge is, . sharp-looking wretch, . sharp-sighted, fear is, . shatter the vase if you will, . your leaves, fingers rude, . she drew an angel down, . fair chaste and unexpressive, . for god in him, . gave me eyes, . i love is far away, . in part to blame is, . is a woman, . is all my fancy painted her, . is lovely she 's divine, . is pretty to walk with, . knows her man, . lived unknown, . never told her love, . that not impossible, . that was ever fair, . was his life, . will, if she will, . you are the cruell'st, alive, . shear swine all cry and no wool, . shears, fury with th' abhorred, . sheathed their swords, . sheathes the vengeful blade, . sheddeth man's blood, whoso, . sheep, close shorn, . upon the right, . sheer necessity, . sheet, for ever float that standard, . sheeted dead did squeak, . shelf, from a, stole the diadem, . shell, convolutions of a, . leaving thy outgrown, . music slumbers in the, . smooth-lipped, . take ye each a, , . shells of pearly hue, sinuous, . shelley, did you once see, . shepe, to his, he yaf, . shepherd, gentle, tell me where, . hast any philosophy in thee, . star that bids the, fold, . tells his tale, . with the king, equals the, . shepherd's awe-inspiring god, . care, feed me with a, . reed, love tunes the, . tongue, truth in every, . sheridan, in moulding, . sherry is dull, . shew, falsehood under saintly, . shews of things, . shield, but left the, , . each heart is freedom's, . soul like an ample, . shift from side to side, . thus times do, . shifts, holy, and pious frauds, . shifted his trumpet, he, . shifting fancies and celestial lights, . shikspur, i never read, . who wrote it, . shilling, philip and mary on a, . put a penny in and took a, out, . shillings, make ducks and drakes with, . rather than forty, . shine, singing as they, . with such a lustre, . shines, everywhere, the sun, . make hay while the sun, . so, a good deed, . shineth as the gold, . shining blades, to greece we give our, . hour, improve each, . light, as the, . light, burning and a, . morning face, schoolboy with, . nights, profit of their, . nowhere but in the dark, . shins, till i break my, . ship, being in a, is being in a jail, . flies, away the good, . his rapt, . idle as a painted, . of state, sail on o, . sailing like a stately, . that ever scuttled, . ships are but boards, . dim-discovered, . go down to the sea in, . hearts of oak are our, . launched a thousand, . like, they steer their courses, . number of the enemy's, . sail wherever billows roll, . that have gone down, like, . that sailed for sunny isles, . were british oak, . shipwrecked kindles false fires, . shirt and a half in all my company, . happy man 's without a, . of fire, martyr in his, . of nessus is upon me, . oftener changed their principles than, . on his back never a, . ruffles when wanting a, , . shroud as well as, . shive of a cut loaf, to steal, . shiver and shake, why dost thou, . when thou art named, men, . shoal of time, bank and, . shoals of honour, depths and, . of visionary ghosts, . shock in life, that earliest, . of corn, like as a, . of men, midst the, . of pleasure, give a, . sink beneath the, . which makes us think, . shocks that flesh is heir to, . shocking bad hats, . shoe be spanish or neat's leather, . for luck, old, . great, for a little foot, . has power to wound, . horse lost for want of a, . let not a shoemaker judge above his, . lost for want of a nail, . not the same, on every foot, . pinches, where the, , . shoes, englishmen stand firmest in their, . him that makes, go barefoot, . of king james, . were on their feet, . shoemaker should give no opinion beyond shoes, . shoemaker's wife, who is worse shod than the, . shoe-string, careless, . shone, far off his coming, . like a meteor, . shook a dreadful dart, . hands and went to 't, . his dart, death, . the arsenal, . the world from pagan slumber, . to air, like a dew-drop, . shoon, clouted, . sandal, . shoot folly as it flies, . young idea how to, . shoots of everlastingness, . through air and light, . shooting-stars attend thee, . shop, keep thy, . shopkeepers, nation of, . shore, afric's burning, . buried by the upbraiding, . control stops with the, . echoed along the, . fades o'er the waters blue, . fast by their native, . gathering pebbles on the, . landing on some silent, . left their beauty on the, . little boats should keep near, . my boat is on the, . my native, adieu, . never was on the dull tame, . odours from the spicy, . of memory, silent, . one foot in sea and one on, , . ornament is but the guiled, . rapture on the lonely, . ships that never came to, . so dies a wave along the, . such is the aspect of this, . surges lash the sounding, . unhappy folks on, . unknown and silent, . wild and willowed, . shores of old romance, . on sands and, . rocky are her, . to these golden, . to what strange, . undreamed, unpathed waters, . short and far between, . and simple annals of the poor, . and the long of it, this is the, . as any dream, . be the day, or never so long, . cut, always take the, . horse soon curried, . retirement urges sweet return, . short-lived pain, . shot, beginning of a fray and end of a, . fool's bolt is soon, . forth peculiar graces, . heard round the world, . mine arrow o'er the house, . my being through earth, . perilous, out of an elder gun, . so trim, he that, . should auld acquaintance, . do when we would, . keep who can, they, . not say it, say it that, . take who have, they, . shoulder and elbow, 'twixt, . head and, . to the wheel, . shoulders, atlantean, . broad, beneath his, . dwarf on a giant's, , . heads grow beneath their, . shouldered his crutch, . shout and revelry, midnight, . that tore hell's concave, . shouted for joy, . shovel and tongs, . invent a, and be a magistrate, . show and gaze o' the time, . books and money placed for, . driveller and a, . falsehood under saintly, . himself what he is, let him, . his eyes and grieve his heart, . judges all ranged a terrible, . mercie unto others, , . midnight dances and public, . of evil, obscures the, . of truth, authority and, . that within which passeth, . us how divine a thing, . world is all a fleeting, . shows, comment on the, . what thinks he, . showed him the gentleman, . how fields were won, . shower, affliction's heaviest, . earth loveth the, . sleet of arrowy, . showers, april with his, . fragrance after, soft, . like those maiden, . suck the honied, . sydneian, of sweet discourse, . the sweetest, . shower-like, joys that came, . shreds and patches, king of, . shrewdly, the air bites, . shrewsbury clock, hour by, . shriek, a solitary, . with hollow, . shrieked, it was the owl that, . shrill trumpet sounds, . winds whistle free, . shrine, apollo from his, . faith's pure, . of the mighty, . within this peaceful, . shrines, such, graves are pilgrim, . to no code, . shrinks the soul, why, . shroud as well as shirt, . of thoughts, . the mattock and the, . shrub, odours from the spicy, . shrunk into insignificancy, . shank, too wide for his, . shuffle the cards, patience and, . shuffled off this mortal coil, . shuffling, there is no, there, . shut, go there with his eyes, . of evening flowers, . shut the door, . the gates of mercy, . the stable door, . the windows of the sky, . up in measureless content, . shuts up the story of our days, . shutters, close the, . shuttle, swifter than a weaver's, . shy and lowly flower, . sibyl, contortions of the, . sick as a horse, . at heart, i am, . maketh the heart, . not so, as troubled, . say i 'm, i 'm dead, . that surfeit with too much, . this night is but the daylight, . whole head is, . sicken and decay, love begins to, . the appetite may, . sickle in another's corn, . keen, death with his, . sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, . sickness and in health, . doth infect the life-blood, . unto death from, . sickness-broken body, . side, angel on the outward, . back and, go bare, . down the glowing, . europe rings from side to, . ever strong upon the stronger, . forgot when by thy, . god on our, . south and southwest, . the sun's upon, . to side, shift from, . sides, could carry cannon by our, . laughter holding both his, . much may be said on both, , . of kings, ruined, . spur to prick the, of my intent, . unfed, . sidelong looks of love, . maid, hasty from the, . sidmouth, great storm at, . sidney shone, thus immortal, . warbler of poetic prose, . sidney's sister pembroke's mother, . siege to scorn, laugh a, . sieges fortunes battles, . sifted a whole nation, god, . three kingdoms, god had, . sigh, beadle to a humorous, . but roar, he did not only, . from indus to the pole, . no more ladies, , . passing tribute of a, . perhaps 't will cost a, . prayer is the burden of a, . that rends thy heart, . the lack of many a thing, . to think he still has found, . to those who love me, . which prompts the eternal, . yet feel no pain, to, . yet not recede, . sighs avail, naught my, . in venice on the bridge of, . more persuasive, . night of memories of, . sovereign of, . to find them in the wood, . world of, for my pains, . sighed and looked, , . at the sound of a knell, . for his country he, . from all her caves, hell, . no sooner, but asked the reason, . no sooner loved but they, . till woman smiled, man, . to many, loved but one, . to measure, often have i, . to think i read a book, . we wept we, . sighing, a plague of, . farewell goes out, . like furnace, the lover, . through all her works, nature, . under a sycamore tree, . why thus forever, . sight, became a part of, . because it is not yet in, . charms or ear or, . charms strike the, . faints into dimness, . full fayre, a, . gleamed upon my, . hideous, a naked human heart, . keen discriminating, . lose friends out of, . lost to, to memory dear, . loved not at first, , . of all men, honest in the, . of human ties, at, . of means to do ill deeds, . of that immortal sea, . of vernal bloom, . out of, out of mind, , . passed in music out of, . sensible to feeling as to, . spare my aching, . swim before my, . though thy smile be lost to, . thousand years in thy, . 't is a shameful, . to delight in, . to dream of not to tell, . to see, a goodly, . to see, a splendid, . truth will come to, . understood her by her, . walk by faith not by, . we lose friends out of, . sights as youthful poets dream, . of death, what ugly, . of ghastly dreams and ugly, . pleasant, salute the eyes, . rural, alone, . sightless couriers of the air, . milton with his hair, . sign brings customers, . dies and makes no, . for him to retire, . for me to leave, . hearts that break and give no, . of gratulation, earth gave, . outward and visible, . to know the gentle blood, . without a, . signs of the times, . of woe, gave, . which come before events, . signet sage, pressed its, . significant and budge, . signifies love, . signifying nothing, . signiors, grave and reverend, . silence accompanied, . all the airs and madrigals, . and slow time, . and tears, in secret in, . and tears, parted in, . deep as death, . envious tongues, . expressive, . flashes of, . float upon the wings of, . foster-child of, . gives consent, . have trimmed in, . hour friendliest to sleep and, . implying sound, . in love bewrays more woe, . in the starry sky, . is an answer to a wise man, . is deep as eternity, . is golden speech is silvern, . is of eternity, . is the best resolve, . is the perfectest herald of joy, . let it be tenable in your, . majestic, . never regretted, . nothing lives 'twixt it and, . speech better than, . temple of, . that dreadful bell, . that is in the starry sky, . that spoke, . the rest is, . there is a, . thunders of white, . was pleased, . where hath been no sound, . where no sound may be, . wheresoe'er i go, . ye wolves, . silences, grand orchestral, . silent, all, and all damned, . as the moon, . cataracts, motionless torrents, . dew, fall on me like a, . finger points to heaven, . finger, point with, . grave, dark and, . halls of death, . land, into the, . manliness of grief, . note which cupid strikes, . organ loudest chants, . prayer, homes of, . sea into that, . sea of pines, . shore, landing on some, . shore of memory, . shore, that unknown and, . that you may hear, . thought, sessions of sweet, . thought, stores of, . upon a peak in darien, . when occasion requires, . when to be, . silently as a dream, . steal away, . silenus, saying of, . silk, rustling in unpaid-for, . soft as, remains, . silken primrose, soft, . tie, the silver link the, . siloa's brook, . siloam's shady rill, . silver and gold are not the only coin, . bowers leave, . cord be loosed, . fruit-tree tops, tips with, . golden locks to, turned, . just for a handful of, . light on tower and tree, . lining on the night, . link the silken tie, . mantle threw o'er the dark, . pictures of, . sea, stone set in the, . the oars were, . silver-mantled plains, . silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues, . silver-white, hairs on his brows were, . lady-smocks, . silvered by time completely, . his beard was sable, . o'er with age, . the walls of cumnor hall, . tips, with, . silvern, speech is, . simile that solitary shines, . similes, i sit and play with, . similitudes, used, . simon pure, real, . the cellarer, . simple child, a, . faith, plain and, . wiles, transient sorrows, . simples, compounded of many, . simpleness and duty, . simplicity a child, in, . a grace that makes, . elegant as, . he lived in noble, . jeffersonian, . of the three per cents, , . resigns her charge to, . simple truth miscalled, . sublime in his, . simulated stature face and speech, . simulation of the painted scene, . sin, a duty not a, . and death abound, where, . and guilt, each thing of, . angels fell by that, . christ-like is it for, to grieve, . could blight, ere, . cunning, can cover itself, . falter not for, . folly can glide into, . fools make a mock at, . for me to sit and grin, . god-like to leave, . has many tools, . his darling, . his favourite, is pride, . in the blossoms of my, . man-like to fall into, . men, without intending it, . no, for a man to labour, . not, be ye angry and, . nothing emboldens, as mercy, . of self-neglecting, . quantum o' the, i waive the, . sad as angels for the good man's, . self-love is not so vile a, . some rise by, . they, who tell us love can die, . thinking their own kisses, . to covet honour, if it be a, . to falter would be, . wages of, is death, . sins, compound for, . multitude of, . of the fathers, . oldest, the newest kind of ways, . our compelled, . remembered in thy orisons, . sinais climb and know it not, . sinament and ginger, . since the conquest, ever, . sincerity, bashful, . wrought in a sad, . sinews bought and sold, . of the new-born babe, . of the soul, . of virtue, . of war, . stiffen the, . sing again with your dear voice, . alas for those that never, . and die, let me, . and play, wouldst have me, . and that they love, . because i must, i do but, . eagle suffers little birds to, . for joy, widow's heart to, . he knew himself to, . heavenly goddess, . in a hempen string, . it to rest, i cannot, . strange that death should, . sweetly, and brightly smile, . the same tune, to, . though i shall never hear thee, . sings from the organ-pipe of frailty, . i held it truth with him who, . like an angel, . the lark at heaven's gate, . singe yourself, so hot that it, . singed the spanish king's beard, . singer with the crown of snow, . singers with vocal voices, . singeth a quiet tune, . all night long, . singing as they shine, . of anthems, . of birds is come, time of, . of mount abora, . robes, garland and, . singers with vocal voices, . single blessedness, dies in, . gentlemen, like two, . hour of that dundee, . life, careless of the, . talent well employed, . singularity, trick of, . sink a navy, a load that would, . beneath the shock, . let the world, . or soar, alike unfit to, . or swim live or die, . sinks or swims or wades, . the day-star, so, . sinking, a kind of alacrity in, . in thy last long sleep, . sinned against, more, . all in adam's fall, . sinner it or saint it, . of his memory, made such a, . the hungry, . too weak to be a, . vilest, may return, . sinners, if, entice thee, . miserable, . sinning more sinned against than, . sinuous shells of pearly hue, . sion hill delight thee more, . sir oracle, i am, . sire of fame, toil is the, . son degenerates from the, . to son, bequeathed by, . sires, green graves of your, . most disgrace their, . sons of great, . siren, song of the, . waits thee, the, . sirens sang, what song the, . sisera, stars fought against, . sister, as a brother to his, . of the spring, thine azure, . shall be a ministering angel, . spirit come away, . when i was but your, . woman, still gentler, . sisters, all the, virtuous, . dear, men with, . three and such branches of learning, . wayward, depart in peace, . weird, the, . sister's, erring, shame, . sisyphus rolling his stone, . sit attentive to his own applause, . here we will, . in my bones, . in the clouds and mock us, . still, their strength is to, . studious let me, . thee down sorrow, . upon the ground, let us, . where i will, let me, . sits in a foggy cloud, . on his horseback, . the wind in that corner, . upon mine arm, . site, whole regions to change their, . sitting cheap as standing, . in a pleasant shade, . on the ground, . on the stile, i 'm, . situation, beautiful for, . six and seven, at, . hours in sleep, . hundred pounds a year, . richmonds in the field, . sixpence all too dear, , . i give thee, . size of dreaming, past the, . of pots of ale, . skeleton clothed with life, . skie falth, have larkes when, . skies, all who dwell below the, . bird let loose in eastern, . bright assemblies of the, . child of the, . cloudless climes and starry, . commercing with the, . common people of the, . communion with the, . double-darken, gloomy, . every place below the, . illumed the eastern, . laughter shakes the, . let its altar reach the, . milky baldric of the, . my canopy the, . parents passed into the, . pointing at the, . raised a mortal to the, . rush into the, . setting in his western, . some inmate of the, . stars are in the quiet, . sunny as her, . to mansions in the, . to raise mortals to the, . watcher of the, . were clear, the morn was fair, the, . skill, by force or, . in amplifying, . in antiquity, . in arguing, . in surgery, honour hath no, . is but a barbarous, . simple truth, his utmost, . strengthens our nerves and sharpens our, . skilled in gestic lore, . skimble-skamble stuff, a deal of, . skin and bone, two millers, . and bone, wasted to, . come off with a whole, . drum made of his, . ethiopian change his, . of an innocent lamb, . of my teeth, . skins are whole, your, . skin-deep, colours that are, . 't is but, . skirmish of wit between them, . skirt the eternal frost, . skirts, no one ever lifted my, . of happy chance, . skull of a lawyer, . skulls, dead men's, . sky, admitted to that equal, . and the ocean, nothing behind but the, . banner in the, . banners flout the, . bends over all, the blue, . blue, and living air, . blue ethereal, . bridal of the earth and, . bright reversion in the, . canopied by the blue, . changes when they are wives, the, . climb the upper, . close against the, . darkness of the, . fables of the, . fit it for the, . flushing round a summer, . forehead of the morning, . from earth to highest, . girdled with the, . go forth under the open, . howls along the, . in our northern, . is changed and such change, . is red, for the, . keep one parent from the, . laughter shakes the, . milky way i' the, . opens to the morning, . ophiuchus huge in the arctic, . regent of the, . silence in the starry, . soft blue, did never melt, . some brother of the, . souls are ripened in our northern, . splendour through the, . stars set their watch in the, . steeples point to the, . stepped to the, . storm that howls along the, . sunshine aye shall light the, . tears of the, . the moving moon went up the, . they die in yon rich, . triumphal arch that fill'st the, . waft thy name beyond the, . washington is in the upper, . were to fall, if the, . whatever, is above me, . when stars illume the, . windows of the, . witchery of the soft blue, . woods against a stormy, . skyey influences, servile to the, . sky-robes, these my, . slain, he can never do that 's, . he who is in battle, . i could consent to be, . thrice he slew the, . thrice my peace was, . with him is beauty, . slander sharper than sword, . slanderous tongues, done to death by, . slaughter, as a lamb to the, . as an ox goeth to the, . to a throne, wade through, . slave, base is the, that pays, . born to be a, . of circumstance and impulse, . passion's, man that is not, . states, no more, . subject not a, . territories, no, . thou wretch thou coward, . to no sect, . to thousands, has been, . to till my ground, . tongue to curse the, . trade, sum of all villanies, . whatever day makes man a, . slaves as they are, . britons never shall be, . cannot breathe in england, . corrupted freemen are the worst of, . in mockery over, . necessity is the creed of, . sons of columbia, be, . what can ennoble sots or, . who dare not be in the right, . who fear to speak for the fallen, . with greasy aprons, . slavery a bitter draught, . is but half abolished, . or death, which to choose, . price of chains and, . sleave of care, ravelled, . sleek-headed men, . sleep and a forgetting, . blessings on him who invented, . care-charmer, . charm that lulls to, . dark house and long, . days with toil nights with, . death and his brother, . death is an eternal, . end the heartache, by a, . exposition of, i have an, . falleth on men, when deep, . fan me while i, . folding of the hands to, . full of rest from head to feet, . he giveth his beloved, . holy spirit blessed soul, . hour friendliest to, . how, the brave, . i lay me down in peace to, . in abraham's bosom, . in dull cold marble, . in thy last long, . is a death, . it is a gentle thing, . life is rounded with a, . macbeth does murder, . medicine thee to that sweet, . murmur invites one to, . nature's soft nurse, . nature's sweet restorer balmy, . neither night nor day, . no more, i heard a voice cry, . no more, to die to, . now i lay me down to, . now i lay me down to take my, . o gentle sleep, . of a labouring man, . of death, in that, . of nights, such as, . out of his, to sterte, . perchance to dream, to, . sinking in thy last long, . six hours in, . sleepless to give their readers, . some must watch while some must, . strong man after, . sweetly tender heart, . that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, . that knows not breaking, . the friend of woe, . the innocent, . till the end true soul, . timely dew of, . to mine eyes, i will not give, . undisturbed, . was aery-light, his, . while sluggards, . while some must, . will never lie where care lodges, . winding up nights with, . yet a little, . sleeps at wisdom's gate, suspicion, . creation, . his last sleep, . ill who knows not that he, . in dust, flourish when he, . on her soft axle, . on his own heart, . the pride of former days, . till tired he, . upon this bank, the moonlight, . well, after life's fitful fever, he, . sleeping but never dead, . growing when ye 're, . when she died, we thought her, . within my orchard, . sleepless nights, three, i passed, . soul that perished, . to give their readers sleep, . sleet of arrowy shower, . sleeve, heart upon my, . sleeves, herald's coat without, . slenderly and meanly, . fashioned, so, . slepen alle night with open eye, . slept and dreamed, . dying when she, . in peace, . one wink, . sleveless errand, . slew the slain, thrice he, . slide, let the world, , , . not stand, loves to, . slides into verse, . slight, nor fame i, . not strength, . not what is near, . slings and arrows of fortune, . slinks out of the race, . slip, judas had given them the, . the dogs of war, let, . slips, greyhounds in the, . slipper, good to the heels the well-worn, . head stroked with a, . slippered pantaloon, lean and, . slippery place, stands upon a, . slits the thin-spun life, . slogardie a-night, may wol have no, . slope through darkness, . sloping into brooks, . to the southern side, . sloth, resty, . slough was despond, . slovenly unhandsome corse, . slow, learn to read, . of study, . rises worth, . to anger, he that is, . to speak, . too swift arrives as tardy as too, . unfriended melancholy, . unmoving finger, . slowly and sadly we laid him, . silence all, ever widening, . sluggard, go to the ant thou, . 't is the voice of the, . sluggards sleep, while, . slumber, a little, . again, too soon i must, . honey-heavy dew of, . lie still and, . seven hours to soothing, . to mine eyelids, . slumbers in the shell, . light, dreams and, . of the virtuous man, . slumber's chain has bound me, . slumbering ages, wakens the, . world, o'er a, . sly, stephen, . tough and devilish, . smack of age, . of observation, . sweet, my life does, . smacked of noyance, . small beer, poor creature, . cannot reach the, . choice in rotten apples, . compare great things with, . deer, rats and such, . great vulgar and the, . habits well pursued, . have continual plodders won, . his deserts are, . latin and less greek, . no low no great no, . of all that human hearts endure, . one a strong nation, . rare volume, . sands the mountain, . service is true service, . there is no great no small, . things, day of, . to greater matters, . vices do appear, . small-endians and big-endians, . smallest worm will turn, . small-knowing soul, . smart for it, , . of all the girls that are so, . smarts so little as a fool, . this dog, . smell a rat, , . ancient and fish-like, . as sweet, a rose by any other name would, . flower of sweetest, . of bread and butter, . rankest compound of villanous, . sweet and blossom in the dust, . the blood of a british man, . smells sweete al around, . to heaven, , . wooingly, heaven's breath, . smelleth the battle afar off, . smelt of the lamp, . smile again, affliction may, . and be a villain, . and sigh, reasons why we, . and tear, betwixt a, . at anything, could be moved to, . be lost to sight, tho' thy, . because it makes us, . brightly, and sweetly sing, . calm thou mayst, . followed perhaps with a, . from partial beauty won, . grinned horrible a ghastly, . hear with a disdainful, . if we do meet again, we shall, . in her eye, . in pain, frown at pleasure, . look backwards with a, . make languor, . make the learned, . make the serious, . no more, men, . on her lips, . one vast substantial, . sad because it makes us, . sardonic, . sympathetic tear, the social, . tear followed perhaps by a, . that glowed celestial rosy, . that was childlike, . though i shall not be near thee, . to share the good man's, . to those who hate, . vain tribute of a, . we would aspire to, . wept with delight at your, . with an intent to do mischief, . smiles, as jupiter on juno, . at the drawn dagger, . becks and wreathed, . daggers in men's, . from reason flow, . his emptiness betray, . in such a sort, . in yer face while it picks yer pocket, . kisses tears and, . of joy the tears of woe, . of other maidens, . seldom he, . the clouds away, . the robbed that, steals something from the thief, . the tears of boyhood, the, . to-day to-morrow will be dying, . welcome ever, . smiled, all around thee, . hermit sighed till woman, . when a sabbath appeared, . smiling at grief, patience on a monument, . damned villain, . destructive man, . in her tears, pensive beauty, . with a never-fading serenity, . smite once, stands ready to, . smith stand with his hammer, . smiths never had any arms, the, . smoke and flame, awful guide in, . and stir of this dim spot, . no fire without some, , . that so gracefully curled, . smokes, the man who, . smoking flax, . smooth as monumental alabaster, . at a distance rough at hand, . course of true love never did run, . runs the water, . stream in smoother numbers, . the bed of death, . the ice, . waller was, . smoother than butter, . smoothing the raven-down, . smooth-lipped shell, . smoothly done, my task is, . smoothness, temperance that may give, . torrent's, ere it dash below, . smooth-shaven green, . smote him thus, . him under the fifth rib, . the chord of self, . them hip and thigh, . snail, creeping like, . snails, feet like, . snake, like a wounded, . scotched the, not killed it, . snakes in iceland, no, . snapper-up of unconsidered trifles, . snare, mockery and a, . snares, life hath, . snatch a fearful joy, . a grace, . half our knowledge we must, . sneaking off, my valour is, . sneer, laughing devil in his, . teach the rest to, . who can refute a, . with solemn, . yesterday's frown and, . snore upon the flint, . snout, jewel in a swine's, . snow, beard was white as, . chaste as ice as pure as, . chaste as unsunned, . diadem of, . from purest, . hide those hills of, , . in a dazzling drift, . in may's new-fangled mirth, . mockery king of, . not hail or rain or any, . peaks wrapt in clouds and, . rosebuds filled with, . shall be their winding sheet, . singer with the crown of, . wallow naked in december, . whiter than the driven, . snows, through the drifting, . snow-broth, whose blood is, . snow-fall in the river, . snowflakes, as still as, . snow-white ram, . snuff, only took, . rather than live in, . snuff-box, amber, . snuffed out by an article, . snug as a bug in a rug, . little island, . so dies a wave along the shore, . if it please you, if not why so, . is good very good, . it is but so, . much to do, . soon that i am done for, . sweetly she bade me adieu, . wise so young never live long, . so and so and my opinion is, . soaks up the rain, the thirsty earth, . soap, invisible, . soar, alike unfit to sink or, . but never roam, . through rolling clouds to, . sober as a judge, . be vigilant, be, . certainty of waking bliss, . goes to bed, . in your diet, be, . livery twilight gray in her, . second thoughts are best, . will to bed go, . sobers us again, drinking largely, . soberness, truth and, . social friend i love thee well, . smile the sympathetic tear, . society among unequals, . as is quiet wise and good, . in shipwreck, . is one polished horde, . mudsills of, . my glittering bride, . one, alone on earth, . ornament to, . solder of, . solitude sometimes is best, . the vanilla of, . where none intrudes, . wholesome for the character, . society's chief joys, . sock, jonson's learned, . socket, burn to the, . socrates wisest of men, . sod and the dew, under the, . as snowflakes fall upon the, . soda-water, sermons and, . sofa, wheel round the, . soft answer turneth away wrath, . as her clime, . as silk remains, . as young and gay as soft, . bastard latin, . eyes looked love, . her voice was ever, . impeachment, own the, . is the music that would charm, . is the strain when zephyr blows, . moves the dipping oar, . muse, nature's, . silken primrose, . stillness and the night, . the music of those village bells, . the zephyr blows, . were those lips that bled, . softening into shade, . soft-heartedness in times like these, . softly bodied forth, . sweet in lydian measures, . softness in the upper story, . madrigals that whisper, . she and sweet attractive grace, for, . soil good to be born on, a, . grows on mortal, . nor yet within the common, . thus leave thee native, . to paint the laughing, . where first they trod, . soils, rich, to be weeded, . soiled by any outward touch, . with all ignoble use, . solar system, hub of the, . walk or milky way, . sold him a bargain, . solder of society, . soldier among sovereigns, . an elder not a better, . and afeard, . armed with resolution, . be abroad, let the, . blasphemy in the, . first who was king a fortunate, . flat blasphemy in the, . full of strange oaths, . i ask the brave, . mourned her, slain, . relish him more in the, . successful, . the sex is ever kind to a, . thou more than, . would himself have been a, . soldiers bore dead bodies by, . old, sweetheart are surest, . sovereign among, . substance of ten thousand, . soldier's neck, driveth o'er a, . pole is fallen, . scholar's eye, . sepulchre, shall be a, . virtue, ambition the, . sole daughter of his voice, . daughter of my house, . judge of truth, . of her foot, no rest, for the, . of his foot, , , . sitting by the shores, . solemn black, suits of, . creed, sapping a, . fop, the, . midnight, in the, . sanctimonious face, no, . sneer, with, . temples, . way, in such a, . solid flesh would melt, too, . happiness we prize, . men of boston, . pudding against empty praise, . solitary, life of man is, . monk who shook the world, . place, in many a, . shriek, a, . woes, rare are, . solitude, bird in the, . he makes a, and calls it peace, . how passing sweet is, . i love tranquil, . islington will grow a, . least alone in, . midst of a vast, . needful to the imagination, . of his own originality, . shrinks from the dismaying, . sometimes is beat society, . sweet retired, . that inward eye which is the bliss of, . where are the charms, . which they call peace, . solitudinem faciunt, . some are born great, . asked how pearls did grow, . asked where rubies grew, . books to be tasted, . cupid kills with arrows, . days must be dark, . love to roam, . must be great, . must watch some must sleep, . natural tears they dropped, . of us will smart for it, . rain must fall, . rise by sin, . said john print it, . to church repair, . undone widow, . we 've left behind us, . write their wrongs in marble, . somebody to hew and hack, . something after death, dread of, . ails it now, . better than his dog, . between a hindrance and help, . dangerous, in me, . dear dearer than self, . good, the worst speak, . i 'll lend you, . in a flying horse, there 's, . in a huge balloon, there 's, . is rotten in denmark, . nothing, 't is, . of nothing, created, . rich and strange, . the heart must have, . to love, he lends us, . too much of this, . wicked this way comes, . sometimes counsel take, . son, a wise, maketh a glad father, . and foe, grim death my, . at home, keep his only, . booby father craves a booby, . degenerates from the sire, . england's greatest, . every mother's, . every wise man's, . god the father god the, . happy was it for that, . hateth his, . meant my, be good, . of adam and eve, . of his own works, . of memory, dear, . of mine succeeding, no, . of parents passed into the skies, . of the morning, . swore, diogenes struck the father when the, . two-legged thing a, . sons, affliction's, are brothers in distress, . arcturus with his, . god's, are things, . had i a dozen, . of belial, flown with insolence, . of columbia, . of edward sleep in abraham's bosom, . of france awake to glory, . of god shouted for joy, . of heaven, things are the, . of night, bloom for, . of reason valour liberty, . of the morning, . of their great sires, . strong are her, . the goodliest man since born his, . two of earth's degenerate, . song, burden of his, . burden of some merry, . careless, with a little nonsense, . charms the sense, . dear to gods and men, sacred, . divine, soft as some, . for our banner, . for song, the siren singing, . in thy praise, i 'll sing, . it may turn out a, . labour is but a sorrowful, . let satire be my, . low lone, . many once lauded in, . metre of an antique, . mighty orb of, . moralize my, . moralized his, . needless alexandrine ends the, . never yet heard in tale or, . no sorrow in thy, . of old, that glorious, . of percy and douglas, . of the siren, . one immortal, . sea grew civil at her, . still govern thou my, . swallow flights of, . swear to the truth of a, . the grateful, . the sirens sang, . theme of future, . to the oak, . unlike my subject shall be my, . veiling lightnings of his, . wanted many an idle, . what they teach in, . songes make and wel endite, . songs and sonnets, book of, . be turned to holy psalms, . sweetest, are of saddest thought, . sonne, up rose the, . sonnet, scorn not the, . sonnets, book of songs and, . rafael made a century of, . sonorous metal blowing martial sounds, . soon that i am done for, so, . sooner lost and worn, . to make an end, the, . soonest mended, little said is, . soothe a heart that 's broken, . the savage breast, . soothed his soul to pleasures, . with the sound, . soothing slumber, . sophisters, age of, . sophistry, destroy his fib or, . sophocles, not mad if i am, . sophonisba, o, . soprano basso, the contra-alto, . sordid hopes and vain desires, . sore labour's bath, . store is no, , . sorrow, ate his bread in, . but more closely tied, . calls no time that 's gone, . down thou climbing, . drown all, . earth has no, . fade, ere sin could blight or, . fail not for, . give, words, . hang, care will kill a cat, , . hath scaped this, . her rent is, . i bade good morrow to, . in thy song, thou hast no, . increaseth, . is held intrusive, . is in vain, thy, . is unknown, where, . labour and, is their strength, . learn, the heart must, . literature consoles, . long has washed thy roses, . melt into, . more in, than in anger, . nae, there john, . never comes too late, . night of, from a fore-spent, . no, that heaven cannot heal, . now melt into, . of the meanest thing, . parting is such sweet, . path of, and that alone, . patience a remedy for, , . patience and, strove, . pine with feare and, . resembles, only as the mist resembles the rain, . returned with the morn, . rooted from the memory, . sing away, . sit thee down, . some natural loss or pain, . sphere of our, from the, . steep, my couch in, . tales of, . time assuages, . to heal, by weeping, . to the grave, , . under the load of, wring, . wear a golden, . sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb, . at my bier, waste their, . come not single spies, . flow, as thy, . here i and, sit, . i will instruct my, . of a poor old man, . of death compassed me, . remembered, . simple wiles transient, . to be proud, i will instruct my, . sorrow's crown of sorrow, . dark array, . keenest wind, . spy, knowledge is but, . sorrowful song, labour is but a, . sorrowing goes a borrowing, , . goeth a, . sorry, i am right, . sort, hurt of a deadlier, . smiles in such a, . sorts of people, all, . of prosperity, i wish you all, . sots, what can ennoble, . sought, lack of many things i, . love, is good, . the world, i never have, . soul above buttons, . and body to lasting rest, . and god stand sure, . aspiring pants, the, . awake my, . biting for anger, eager, . blind his, with clay, . body form doth take of the, . bruised with adversity, . can this be death, . catch my flying, . cement of the, . cold waters to a thirsty, . competent to gain heights, . cordial to the, . crowd not on my, . darkness o'er the parting, . deep imaged in his, . delight in every sorrowing, . dinner-bell the tocsin of the, . discontented with capacity, . eloquence charms the, . every hair a, doth bind, . eye and prospect of his, . feast of reason and flow of, . fiery, working out its way, . freed his, the nearest way, . fret thy, with crosses, . from out that shadow, . genial current of the, . grapple them to thy, . happy, that all the way, . harrow up thy, . has gone aloft, his, . hath elbow-room, . haughtiness of, . he had a little, . her lips suck forth my, . hides a dark, . his father's, to cross, . human, take wing, . i think nobly of the, . indulging every instinct of the, . into the eye and prospect of his, . iron entered into his, . is competent to gain, the, . is dead that slumbers, . is form and doth the bodie make, . is gone, limbs will quiver after the, . is his own, the subject's, . is in arms and eager for the fray, . is wanting there, . is with the saints, . it offends me to the, . jove alone endues the, . justice is a virtue of the, . lends the tongue vows, . liberal, shall be made fat, . like an ample shield, . like seasoned timber, . limed, struggling to be free, . listened intensely, his very, . living voice sways the, . look down from heaven, . lose his own, . may pierce, such as the, . measured by my, . medicine for the, . merit wins the, . most offending, alive, . mouse of any, . mysterious cement of the, . never dying, to save, . o my prophetic, . of business, despatch is the, . of goodness in things evil, . of harmony, the hidden, . of man, diseases crucify the, . of man, portions of the, . of music shed, . of music slumbers in the shell, . of orpheus sing, . of our grandam, . of richard, , . of the age, . of the past time, . of this world, time is the, . of wit, brevity is the, . one, in two bodies, . palace of the, , . perdition catch my, . rapt, sitting in thine eyes, . return unto thy rest my, . saw a glimpse of happiness, . secret, to show, . secured in her existence, . she 's dead, rest her, . sighing under a sycamore tree, . sincere, . sinews of the, . sleep holy spirit blessed, . small-knowing, . so dead, man with, . soothed his, to pleasures, . speech is a mirror of the, . stirring in his, . stream which overflowed the, . sweet and virtuous, . swell the, to rage, . take the prisoned, . tell me my, can this be death, . that can be honest, . that eye was in itself a, . that perished in his pride, . that rises with us, . the body's guest, go, . thou hast much goods laid up, . three books on the, . through my lips, . tilts with a straw, . to dare the will to do, the, . to keep, pray the lord my, . to soul, intercourse from, . to stray, never taught his, . transmigration of the, . tumult of the, . two bodies with one, . unborn ages crowd not on my, . unction to your, . under the ribs of death, . uneasy and confined from home, . unlettered small-knowing, . unto his captain christ, gave his, . unto the lines accords, . vigour is in our immortal, . was immortal, that the, . was like a star, thy, . white as heaven, . whiteness of his, . why shrinks the, . with crosses and cares to fret thy, . within her eyes, . souls, above the flight of common, . are ripened in our northern sky, . assembled, . beyond the reaches of our, . corporations have no, . great, are portions of eternity, . his memory green in our, . immediate jewel of their, . made of fire, . of all that men held wise, . of fearful adversaries, . sit close and silently, our, . such harmony is in immortal, . sympathy with sounds in, . that cringe and plot, . that were forfeit once, . thought of thinking, . thoughts as boundless our, as free, . times that try men's, . to souls can never teach, . two, with a single thought, . unbodied dwell, . we loved, to see the, . whose sudden visitations daze the world, . soul's calm sunshine, . dark cottage, . far better part, the, . sincere desire, prayer is the, . strength, stuff to try the, . soul-animating strains, . soul-sides, the meanest boasts, . sound an echo to the sense, . and fury, full of, . born of murmuring, . charm the air to give a, . dirge-like, . divine, may kill a, . hark from the tombs a doleful, . harmonious, . harsh in, . however rude the, . impetuous recoil and jarring, . like the sweet, . most melodious, they heard a, . music with her silver, . niagara stuns with thundering, . no, can awake him, . no war or battle's, . of a knell, sighed at the, . of a voice that is still, . of clashing wars, no, . of friend's departing feet, . of hammer or of saw, . of my name, hearest the, . of one's praises, . of revelry by night, . of the church-going bell, . of thunder heard remote, . of woman's praise, . out-vociferize even, itself, . persuasive, . pipes and whistles in his, . same, is in my ears, . silence implying, . silence where hath been no, . silver-sweet, . so fine, . soothed with the, . strikes like a rising knell, deep, . sweet is every, . the clarion fill the fife, . the loud timbrel, . the trumpet beat the drums, . trumpet give an uncertain, . what stop she please, . which makes us linger, . whistles in his, . winter loves a dirge-like, . words of thundering, . sounds as a sullen bell, . blowing martial, . concord of sweet, . melodious, on every side, . not rural sights alone but rural, . of music creep in our ears, . possessed with inward light, . sympathy with, . sounded all the depths of honour, . sounder piece of british manhood, . sounding brass, . cataract haunted me, . on through words, , . sour, every sweet its, . grapes, have eaten, . lofty and, . misfortune's book, . source of all my bliss, . of human offspring, . of sympathetic tears, . sour-complexioned man, . south and southwest side, . beaker full of the warm, . no north no east no west no, . sovereign among soldiers, . heaven's, . here lies our, . law sits empress, . lord the king, here lies our, . magna charta will have no, . might, of our, . o'er transmuted ill, . of sighs and groans, . parts, a man of, . reason, noble and most, . sway and masterdom, . when i forget my, . sovereigns, dead but sceptred, . name ourselves its, . soldier among, . sovereignest thing on earth, . sow for him build for him, . he that observeth the wind shall not, . still, eats all the draffe, . thy seed in the morning, . wrong, by the ear, , . ye are like to reap, as you, . soweth here with toil and care, . whatsoever a man, . sown the wind, . space and time, annihilate but, . double life's fading, . spacious firmament on high, . spade a spade, call a, . if you don't call me a, . spades emblems of untimely graves, . spain, singed the beard of the king of, . spain's chivalry, . spake as a child when i was a child, . ful fayre, frenche she, . the grisly terror, so, . the seraph abdiel, . upon this hint i, . span, dwindled to the shortest, . grasp the ocean with my, . in length a, . less than a, . new, spick and, , , . our life is but a, . spangled heavens, . spangling the wave, . with lights, . spaniards seem wiser than they are, . spaniel, hound or, . spanish blades, ambuscadoes, . dominions, the sun never sets on, . fleet thou canst not see, . or neat's leather, . spanking jack was so comely, . spare fast, . my aching sight, . that tree, woodman, . the beechen tree, . the rod, , , . spared a better man, better, . spareth his rod, he that, . spark, illustrious, . instinct with music, . nor human, is left, . of beauty's heavenly ray, . of celestial fire, . of heavenly flame, vital, . of that immortal fire, . proud conceited talking, . sparks fly upward, as the, . of fire, eyes like, . of fury, why flash those, . sparkled was exhaled, . sparkling and bright, . cross she wore, a, . with a brook, . sparrow, caters for the, . fall or hero perish, . providence in the fall of a, . sparrows, salt upon the tails of, . team of, . spartan dead, remnant of our, . speak after the manner of men, . and purpose not, . be slow to, . by the card, . comfort to that grief, . daggers to her, . every man truth, . from your folded papers, . gently 't is a little thing, . grief that does not, . he never so rudely, . if any, for him have i offended, . in a monstrous little voice, . in public on the stage, . it profanely, not to, . it was my hint to, . labour what to, . let him now, . lips are now forbid to, . losers must have leave to, . low if you speak love, . me fair in death, . more in a minute, . name which no one can, . of me as i am, . or die, . patience, all men's office to, . plain and to the purpose, . right on, i only, . something good, the worst, . tears that, . to me as to thy thinkings, . to the earth, . to thee in friendship's name, . too coldly, thou think'st i, . truly, if a man should, . well of no man living, he can, . well of you, . with most miraculous organ, . with the tongues of men, . speaks an infinite deal of nothing, . angels listen when she, . to my spirit of thee, . speaker, but i am truest, . no other, of my living actions, . speaking, heard for their much, . things they ought not, . thought him still, . tongue, the, . spear, freedom leaning on her, . ithuriel with his, . snatched the, , . to equal the tallest pine, . spears into pruning-hooks, . special, loved gold in, . providence, . wonder, without our, . spectacle of human happiness, . so ridiculous, no, . spectacles of books, . on nose and pouch on side, . spectators, pleasure to the, . spectre-bark, off shot the, . spectre-doubts, dispel ye, . speculation in those eyes, . speech abroad, there is a, . be alway with grace, let your, . better than silence, . day unto day uttereth, . discretion of, . dishonourable, for a general, . gentle of, . is a mirror of the soul, . is of time, . is shallow as time, . is silvern silence is golden, . is truth, . made to open man to man, . mend your, a little, . often regretted my, . persuasive sighs and, . plainness of, . poetry of, . propriety of, . rude am i in my, . rude in, though i be, . the image of actions, . thought deeper than, . thought wed itself with, . to conceal thoughts, . true use of, . was given to disguise thoughts, . was like to tapestry, . when thought is, . speeches compared to cypress trees, . men's charitable, . speed, add wings to thy, . be wise with, . in doing a thing, . the going guest, . the parting guest, . the soft intercourse, . thousands at his bidding, . to-day put back to-morrow, . spell, kindled by the master's, . trance or breathed, . spells, lime-twigs of his, . talismans and, . spence, sir patrick, ballad of, . spend another such a night, . or to lend or to give in, . to give to want to, . spending, getting and, . spenser, lie a little nearer, . lodge thee by chaucer, or, . spent, dayes that might be better, . them not in toys, . under the devil's belly, . what we, we have, . sperit, never drink no, . sphere, all quit their, . of our sorrow, from the, . she just began to move in, . two stars in one, . spheres, music of the, . pleasures of the, . seems to shake the, . stars shot madly from their, . start from their, . sphere-descended maid, . spice of life, variety is the, . spices grow, hills where, . spick and span new, , , . spicy nut-brown ale, . shore of arabie the blest, . spider, much like a subtle, . to the fly, said a, . spiders, half-starved, . lately had two, . spider's touch, how exquisitely fine, . spider-like we feel the tenderest touch, . spies, sorrows come not single, . spigot wield, wilt thou the, . spills itself in fearing to be spilt, . spin, toil not neither do they, . spinning sleeps on her soft axle, . spins, lord fanny, . spinsters and knitters in the sun, . spires, watch the three tall, . whose silent finger, . ye antique towers ye distant, . spirit, brutus will start a, . calms, nought so much the, . chased, are with more, . clear, doth raise, . creator drew his, . ditties of no tone, . doubtful public, . dull as night, . ere my fainting, fell, . exhilarate the, . extravagant and erring, . fair, rest thee now, . fairer, or more welcome shade, . for my minister one fair, . full of, as the month of may, . giveth life the letter killeth, . god the son god the, . haughty, before a fall, . he that ruleth his, . hies to his confine, . his great creator drew his, . holiday-rejoicing, . humble tranquil, . i am thy father's, . ill, have so fair a house, . indeed is willing, . independence, thy, . meek and quiet, . motions of his, are dull as night, . no, dares stir abroad, . not of the letter but the, . of a youth, morning like the, . of counsel and might, . of health or goblin damned, . of heaviness, . of judgment, some shallow, . of knowledge, . of liberty, pardon something to the, . of man is divine, all save the, . of mankind, free, . of mortal be proud, . of my dream, change o'er the, . of self-sacrifice, . of the lord, . of wine, o thou invisible, . of wisdom, . of youth in everything, . one of the flesh and one of the, . or more welcome shade, . pard-like, . present in, . rest perturbed, . shall return unto god, . sister, come away, . sits in a foggy cloud, . so profound, he felt with, . speaks to my, of thee, . strongest and fiercest, . that could be moved to smile, . that loved thee, wounded the, . the accusing, . the least erected, . to bathe in fiery floods, . unwearied, best conditioned and, . vanity and vexation of, . walks of every day deceased, . which is able to raise mortals, . which would drag angels down, . winged, is feathered oftentimes, . with one fair, . wounded, who can bear, . spirits are not finely touched, . black and white, . can either sex assume, . choice and master, . clad in veils, . deified by our own, . from the vasty deep, . from their urns, . light, wins from toil, . love in heavenly, . of great events, . of just men made perfect, . of the wise sit in the clouds, . our actors were all, . stories from the land of, . twain have crossed with me, . vital in every part, . spiriting gently, do my, . spiritless, so faint so, . spirit-small hand, . spirit-stirring drum, . spiritual creatures, millions of, . grace, inward and, . spit in my face, . orators when out will, . upon my jewish gaberdine, . spite, death aims with fouler, . in erring reason's, . in learned doctors', . o cursed, . of all my grief revealing, . of criticising elves, . of his teeth, . of nature and their stars, . of scorn, thrice in, . the world, reckless what i do to, . spleen about thee, mirth and, . meditative, . splendid in ashes, . sight to see, a, . splendidly null, . splendour dazzles in vain, . in the grass, . streaming through the sky, . splenitive and rash, . split the ears of groundlings, . spoil of me, villanous company the, . the child, spare the rod, , , . spoils, is fit for stratagems and, . of nature, rich with the, . of time, rich with the, . of war the wealth of seas, . the pleasure of the time, . to the victors belong the, . spoke less, knew more and, . sponge, drink no more than a, . spoon, must be a, . must have a long, . spoons, count our, . from whom we guard our, . sport an hour with beauty's chain, . not worth the candle, . of bear-baiting gave offence, . of every wind, . that wrinkled care derides, . to have the enginer, . with amaryllis in the shade, . would be as tedious as to work, . sports, my joy of youthful, . of children, . sporus feel, can, . spot is cursed, the, . leave this barren, . of earth, . out damned, . plant on his peculiar, . stir of this dim, . this punctual, . which men call earth, . spots in the sun, . leopard change his, . of sunny openings, . quadrangular, . spread his sweet leaves, . the thin oar, . the truth from pole to pole, . with colours idly, . yourselves, masters, . spreads his light wings, . his orient beams, . spreading himself, . sprightly running, . spring and root of honesty, . canker galls the infants of the, . come gentle, . comes slowly up this way, . companions of the, . from haunted, . full of sweet days, . in the, a livelier iris, . of love, , . of virtues, . of woes unnumbered, . pierian, taste not the, . slow stream or pebbly, . supplies another race, the, . thine azure sister of the, . unlocks the flowers, . visit the mouldering urn, . springs, helicon's harmonious, . joy's delicious, . of dove, beside the, . steeds to water at those, . springes to catch woodcocks, . springtime's harbinger, . sprinkled with rosy light, . spur, fame is the, . to prick the sides of my intent, . spurs the lated traveller, . spurned but spurned in vain, . by the young, . spurns that patient merit takes, . spy, knowledge is sorrow's, . squadron in the field, . squadrons, in ranks and, . squander time, do not, . square, all round the, . grows a glimmering, . hole, has got into the, . i have not kept my, . squat like a toad, . squeak and gibber, . as naturally as pigs, . squeaking of the wry-necked fife, . squeezing of a lemon, in the, . squirrel joiner or old grub, . stabbed with a white wench's black eye, . stable door, shut the, . good horse in the, . staff, cockle hat and, . of life, , . of my age my very prop, . of my life, . of this broken reed, . stay and the, . thy rod and thy, . stage, after a well-graced actor leaves the, . all the world 's a, . amused his riper, . found only on the, . frets his hour upon the, . if this were played upon a, . natural on the, . poor degraded, . speak in public on the, . the earth is a, . the wonder of our, . the world but as a, . then to the well-trod, . veteran on the, . where every man must play a part, . where they do agree on the, . stages, in our latter, . where'er his, may have been, . stagers, old cunning, . staggered, reason is, . the boldest, . stagirite, that stout, . stain, incapable of, . like a wound, felt a, . my man's cheeks, . stairs, i came up, into the world, . why did you kick me down, . stake, i am tied to the, . when honour 's at the, . stakes were thrones, . stale flat and unprofitable, . nor custom, . poor i am, . stalk, four red roses on a, . withering on the, . stalked off reluctant, . stalled ox and hatred, . stamford fair, bullocks at, . stamp and esteem of ages, . not the king's, . of fate, . of nature, use can almost change the, . rank is but the guinea's, . stamped, i that am rudely, . stand and wait, they serve who, . a tiptoe, . before kings, . before mean men, shall not, . by uniting we, . how if a' will not, . in pause, . in your own light, . like greyhounds in the slips, . more for number, . not upon the order of your going, . still my steed, . the hazard of the die, . to doubt, never, . to your glasses steady, . united we, . upon his bottom, . ye in the ways, . stands as never it stood, wind, . as the case, . not within the prospect of belief, . on tiptoe, religion, . scotland where it did, . so, the statue, . tiptoe, jocund day, . upon a slippery place, . standard of the man, . sheet, forever float that, . unfurled her, to the air, . standeth, thinketh he, . standing, as cheap sitting as, . jokes, wooden shoes are, . on this pleasant lea, . pond, mantle like a, . pool, green mantle of the, . upon the vantage ground of truth, . with reluctant feet, . stanhope's pencil writ, lines with, . stanley, approbation from sir hubert, . charge chester charge on, . stanza, who pens a, . staple of all wisdom, . of his argument, . star, a bright particular, . constant as the northern, . desire of the moth for the, . dropped like a falling, . fair as a, . for every state, . give a name to every fixed, . glittering like the morning, . heart that lurks behind a, . hitch your wagon to a, . in bigness as a, . in its embrace, had caught a, . light of the mæonian, . lovers love the western, . man is his own, . never, was lost here, . of dawn, a later, . of empire, westward the, . of its worship, still to the, . of life's tremulous ocean, . of peace return, . of smallest magnitude, . of the unconquered will, . or two beside, a, . our life's, . pinned with a single, . pins it with a, . round and perfect as a, . state for every, . strives to touch a, . that bids the shepherd, . that ushers in the even, . thy soul was like a, . to stay the morning, . twinkling of a, . whose beam so oft has lighted me, . stars are in the quiet skies, . are old, till the, . battlements bore, . beauty of a thousand, . blesses his, . blossomed the lovely, . branch-charmed by the earnest, . cut him out in little, . doubt thou the, are fire, . fairest of, . fault is not in our, . fought against sisera, . glows in the, . have lit the welkin dome, . have their time to set, . heaven's vault studded with, . her eyes as, . hide their diminished heads, . hide your diminished rays, . illume the sky, when, . in earth's firmament, . in empty night, sink those, . in spite of nature and their, . in their courses, . innumerable as the, . kings are like, . look on the sea, as, . morning, sang together, . of glory there, set the, . of human race, . of midnight shall be dear, . of morning, . powdered with, . repairing, other, . rush out, the, . seen in the galaxy, . sentinel, set their watch, . shall fade away, . shine aloft like, . shooting, attend thee, . shot madly from their spheres, . start from their spheres, . that come once in a century, . that round her burn, . the life-inclining, . they fell like, . two, keep not their motion, . unutterably bright, . were more in fault than they, . which night's blue arch adorn, . who build beneath the, . whose dust is gold and pavement, . star-chamber matter of it, . stare, stony british, . starers, stupid, . star-eyed science, . starlight, by cloudless, . glittering, . star-like eyes, . star-proof branching elm, . starriest souls disclose, lives obscure the, . starry cope of heaven, . galileo with his woes, . girdle of the year, . host, that led the, . skies and cloudless climes, . sky, silence in the, . train, heaven's, . train, motion of his, . star-spangled banner, . start a hare, to, . of the majestic world, . straining upon the, . starts everything by, and nothing long, . 't was wild by, . started like a guilty thing, . startles at destruction, . starve, catch cold and, . in ice, . with nothing, . star-y-pointing pyramid, . state, broken with the storms of, . expectancy and rose of the, . falling with a falling, . for every star, . great plot of, . hides from himself his, . high and palmy, of rome, . high on a throne of royal, . i am the, . in rome, devil to keep his, . in sober, . in whatsoever, i am, . man at his best, . matters, touch no, . mock the air with idle, . my business in this, . of life, duty in that, . of man like a little kingdom, . of man, this is the, . of nature, war was the, . of war by nature, . pillar of, seemed a, . ruin or rule the, . sail on o ship of, . scandal waits on greatest, . some service, i have done the, . some strange eruption to our, . star for every, . the rose of the fair, . thousand years to form a, . what constitutes a, . where venice sate in, . without king or nobles, . state house, boston, . states dissevered discordant, . free and independent, . indestructible, . move slowly, . no more slave, . saved without the sword, . shaker of o'er-rank, . unborn, acted over in, . walls do not make, . state's collected will, . decrees, mould a mighty, . stateliest and most regal argument, . stately and tall he moves, . homes of england, . mansions, build thee more, . pleasure-dome, . statesman and buffoon, . to give an account of themselves, . too nice for a, . yet friend to truth, . statesmen at her council met, . minds of some of our, . talked, where village, . station like the herald mercury, . post of honour is a private, . statists hold it baseness to write fair, . statuaries loved to copy, . statue by his touch grew into youth, . grows, more the, . of cato, . of newton stood, where the, . that enchants the world, . statue-like repose, . stature, each man makes his own, . tall, her, . toys of simulated, . undepressed in size, . statute, the rigour of the, . stay and the staff, . i ask not to, . of bread, the whole, . of water, . staff and the, . who saw to wish her, . stayed, too late i, . steadfast as the scene, . steadies with upright keel, she, . steady gain of man, i see the, . temper, thy, . steal a few hours from the night, . a shive of a cut loaf, . away give little warning, . away their brains, . away your hearts, . convey the wise it call, . foh a fico for the phrase, . from the world, . immortal blessing from her lips, . most authors, . my thunder, . us from ourselves away, years, . young children, witches, . steals from the thief, . my purse steals trash, who, . stealing and giving odour, . hands from picking and, . still so gently o'er me, . will continue stealing, . stealth, do good by, . steam, unconquered, . steam-engine in trousers, . steed, farewell the neighing, . mounts the warrior's, . no more on thy, . stand still my, . that knows his rider, . threatens steed, . steeds, mounting barbed, . to water at those springs, . steel, as with triple, . couch of war, flinty and, . foemen worthy of their, . grapple with hooks of, . grapple with hoops of, . heart is true as, . heart with strings of, . in complete, , . more than complete, . my man is as true as, . no workman, . nor poison can touch him further, . though locked up in, . steep and thorny way, . my senses in forgetfulness, . no towers along the, . o'er bog or, . of delphos, . on sunium's marbled, . on the indian, . where fame's proud temple shines, . steeped me in poverty, . to the lips in misery, . steeple, looking at the, . weathercock on a, . steeples point to the sky, . steepy mountains, . steer clear of permanent alliances, . from grave to gay, . from grave to light, . my bark and sail, thus i, . right onward, . the plough, who, . stem, moulded on one, . stenches, two-and-seventy, . step above the sublime, . aside is human, to, . first, which costs, . more true, foot more light, . to the music of the union, . steps, beware of desperate, . brushing the dews with hasty, . echo of the sad, . grace was in all her, . hear not my, . lord directeth his, . morn her rosy, advancing, . of glory, who track the, . pilgrim, in amice gray, . safety walks in its, . thy, i follow with bosom bare, . to support uneasy, . tread with cautious, . were higher that they took, . what ghost invites my, . with fainting, they go, . with wandering, and slow, . stephen sly, . was a worthy peer, . stepmother, merciless, . stepped so far in blood, . to the sky, . stepping o'er the bounds, . stepping-stones, men may rise on, . sterile promontory, earth seems a, . stern and rock-bound coast, . god of sea, . ruin's ploughshare, . sterner stuff, made of, . stern'st good-night, gives the, . sterte out of his slepe to, . sterten to, but on hole for to, . stick, beat with fist instead of a, . fell like the, . on conversation's burrs, . sticking-place, screw your courage to the, . stiff in opinions, . thwack, with many a, . stiffen the sinews, . stile, i 'm sitting on the, . still achieving still pursuing, . an angel appear, . and quiet conscience, . and serious thought, . as night, attention, . beginning never ending, . destroying fighting still, . govern thou my song, . harping on my daughter, . prayer of devotion, . sad music of humanity, . small voice, , . so gently o'er me stealing, . soliciting eye, . sow eats up all the draffe, . the wonder grew, . their strength is to sit, . to be neat still to be drest, . waters, beside the, . stillness and the night, . modest, and humility, . still-vexed bermoothes, . stilly night, oft in the, . sounds, the hum of either army, . sting, death where is thy, , . that bids not sit nor stand, . thee twice, have a serpent, . stings and motions of the sense, . never feels the wanton, . you for your pains, . stinger, 't is a, . stingeth like an adder, . stinks, well defined, . stir, all hell for this shall, . as life were in 't, . fretful, unprofitable, . it, the more thou, . of the great babel, . of this dim spot, smoke and, . the fire with a sword, . without great argument, . stirs the blood, for it, . stirred, my heart is idly, . stirring, man fond of, . stirrup and the ground, . stitch stitch stitch, . stithy, as foul as vulcan's, . stock of harmless pleasure, . of history, . stocks and stones, worshipped, . stocking all the day, . stockings hung by the chimney, . stoic fur, doctors of the, . of the woods, . stoics boast, let, . stoicism, the romans call it, . stolen, not wanting what is, . out of holy writ, . sweets are best, . waters are sweet, . when the steed is, . stomach for them all, . goes against my, . mutinied against the, . my, is not good, . of unbounded, . stomach's sake, wine for thy, . stone, a gift is as a precious, . at his heels, . beneath the churchyard, . cold as any, . continual dropping wears away a, . fling but a, the giant dies, . in one hand bread in the other, . leave no, unturned, . many a rich, laid up, . mark with a white, . of the corner, head, . rolling, gathers no moss, , . rolling his, up the mountain, . set in the silver sea, . tell where i lie, not a, . this precious, . to beauty grew, the, . underneath this, doth lie, . unhewn and cold, . violet by a mossy, . virtue is like a rich, . walls do not a prison make, . we raised not a, . which the builders refused, . stones, inestimable, . labour of an age, in piled, . music with the enamelled, . nor would make a state, . of rome to rise, . of worth, like, . prate of my whereabout, . rattle his bones over the, . sermons in, . stocks and, worshipped, . stone's throw, within a, . stone-wall jackson, . stony limits cannot hold love out, . stood against my fire, . against the world, . aloof, they, . among them but not of them, . and gazed, . beside a cottage lone, . fixed to hear, . in venice on the bridge of sighs, . sufficient to have, . upon achilles' tomb, . stooks, she stood amid the, . stools, between two, . push us from our, . trying to sit on two, . stoop, grief makes his owner, . wisdom is nearer when we, . stoops not, the grass, . to folly, lovely woman, . stooped to truth, . stop a hole, might, . to sound what, she please, . stops of various quills, . stopping a bung-hole, . store, basket and, . heaven will bless your, . how grows in paradise our, . is no sore, , . my heart and lute are all the, . rich with little, . to increase his, . unguarded, the, . stores as silent thought can bring, . stored up in books, . storied urn, can, . windows richly dight, . stories from the land of spirits, . great lords', . long dull and old, . nature built many, . of the death of kings, . tall men are like houses of four, . storm, after a, comes a calm, . after storm, . and darkness, night and, . cable that ne'er broke in, . directs the, , . like gathering, . midway leaves the, . of war was gone, when the, . pelting of this pitiless, . pilot that weathered the, . rides upon the, . sublime and terrible, . that howls along the sky, . that stood the, . storms annoy, no loud, . give her to the god of, . he sought the, . may enter, the king cannot, . of fate, struggling in the, . of life, rainbow to the, . of state, broken with the, . stormy cape, round the, . march has come, . north, hills of the, . winds do blow, , . story being done, my, . flows, divine thy, . god bless you, . honour is the subject of my, . i have none to tell, . is extant, the, . locks in the golden, . ne'er had been read in, . of cambuscan bold, . of her birth, repeats the, . of my life, questioned me the, . of our days, shuts up the, . rough-island, . softness in the upper, . some pretty, tell, . teach him how to tell my, . will not go down, this, . stout cortez with eagle eyes, . courage will be put out, . miles, twelve, . not alive so, a gentleman, . once a month, . straight down the crooked lane, . out of the ark, . strain at a gnat, . of music, governed by a, . of rareness, a, . soft is the, . something like prophetic, . strive and hold cheap the, . that, again it had a dying fall, . the simplest can touch it, . strained from that fair use, . quality of mercy is not, . straining harsh discords, . his throat, . upon the start, . strains, heaven's melodious, . soul-animating, . that might create a soul, . strait is the gate, . strand, american, . fair scotland's, . i walked along the, . india's coral, . maypole in the, . on the chian, . the guardian naiad of the, . wandering on a foreign, . strange all this difference, . as truth, nothing so, . bedfellows, . but true, 't is, . coincidence, a, . cozenage, . eruptions, breaks forth in, . eventful history, that ends this, . fellows, nature hath framed, . it was passing strange, . land, stranger in a, . matters, men may read, . oaths, soldier full of, . something rich and, . that death should sing, . that men should fear, . thing is man, . this is wondrous, . truth is always, . stranger in a strange land, . surety for a, . than fiction, truth is, . yet to pain, . strangers honoured, by, . i desire we may be better, . mourned, by, . to entertain, . stratagem, nor take tea without a, . stratagems and spoils, is fit for, . which errors seem, oft are, . stratford atte bowe, scole of, . straw, did not care one, . quarrel in a, . stumbles at a, . the soul tilts with a, . tickled with a, . to see which way the wind is, . straws, errors like, . forms of hairs or, . strawberries, doubtless god could have made a better berry, . what dr. boteler said of, . strawberry wives, like the, . streakings of the morning light, . stream, as the leaf upon the, . at eve, by living, . in smoother numbers flows, . left to the mercy of a rude, . let us glide adown thy, . of time, . runneth smoothest, where the, . runs fast, the, . summer eves by haunted, . thy, my great example, . which overflowed the soul, . streams from little fountains, large, . liquid lapse of murmuring, . meander, as, . more pellucid, . no resemblance with those, . of dotage flow, . of revenue gushed forth, . our gratulations flow in, . passions are likened to floods and, . run dimpling all the way, . snow-hid in jenooary, . their gravel gold, . streamed like a meteor, . streamers waving, . streaming eyes and breaking hearts, . splendour, . to the wind, like a meteor, . street, uttereth her voice in the, . streets, a lion is in the, . dogs fighting in the, . gibber in the roman, . mourners go about the, . of askelon, . rattling o'er the stony, . when night darkens the, . strength, all below is, . be, as thy days so shall thy, . excellent to have a giant's, . giant's unchained, . if by reason of, . is felt from hope, . is to sit still, their, . king's name a tower of, . knowledge increaseth, . labour and sorrow is their, . lovely in your, . not, but art, . of mind is exercise, . of nerve or sinew, . of twenty men, . our castle's, will laugh a siege, . our refuge and, . perfect in weakness, . phoebus in his, . profaned the god-given, . slight not, . to strength, they go from, . to the thought, adds, . tower of, . wears away, as my, . wisdom overmatch for, . strengthens our nerves, . with his strength, . stretch every nerve, . out to the crack of doom, . stretched metre of an antique song, . on the rack, . upon the plain, . stretched-forth necks, . strewed thy grave, . stricken deer go weep, let the, . in age, well, . stride, comes the dark at one, . striding the blast, . strife, clubs typical of, . dare the elements to, . full of pleasure, void of, . let there be no, . madding crowd's ignoble, . man of, . none was worth my, . of tongues, . of truth with falsehood, . to heal, no, . strike, afraid to, . but hear, . for your altars, . home in the ambush, . mine eyes but not my heart, . shook but delayed to, . the blow, themselves must, . then no planets, . when the iron is hot, . whilst the iron is hot, . striking the electric chain, . string attuned to mirth, . few can touch the magic, . hempen, under a gallows-tree, . moderation is the silken, . warbled to the, . strings, harp of thousand, . many, to your bow, . of steel, heart with, . remember what pulls the, . two, to his bow, . stripes, forty, save one, . strive here for mastery, . mightily, . strives to touch a star, . striving to better oft we mar, . stroke a nettle, . feel the friendly, . kept, to the tune of flutes, . no second, intend, . some distressful, . strokes, calumnious, . fell great oaks, little, . many, with a little axe, . overthrow tallest oaks, many, . strong, art subdues the, . as death, love is, . as flesh and blood, . as proofs of holy writ, . battle is not to the, . drink is raging, . for service still, . in death, ruling passion, . in honesty, i am armed so, . men, not two, . nor'wester's blowing, . numbers pure and sweetly, . only to destroy, . suffer and be, . things bad begun make, themselves by ill, . to run the race, . upon the stronger side, . weak against the, . weak overcome the, . wise man is, . without rage, . ye are wondrous, . stronger by weakness, . than my sex, . strongest, opinion of the, . works in weakest bodies, . strongly it bears us along, . loves, suspects yet, . struck eagle, so the, . strucken blind, he that 's, . struggle for existence, . for room and food, . in a contemptible, . manhood is a, . of discordant powers, . struggling for life, man, . in the storms of fate, . strumpet wind, beggared by the, . wind, embraced by the, . strung, pearls at random, . with his hair, apollo's lute, . strut before a wanton nymph, . struts and frets his hour, . stubble, built on, . land at harvest home, . stubborn gift, . knees, bow, . patience, . things, facts are, , . unlaid ghost, . studded with stars, . student pale, turns no, . studie was but litel on the bible, . studied in his death, . never to be fairer, . studies, children to be won to, . still air of delightful, . studious let me sit, . of change, desultory man, . of ease, . to please, . study brings man to religion, . in law's grave, . is a weariness of flesh, . labour and intent, . of a prince, war the only, . of imagination, creep into his, . of learning, enflamed with the, . of mankind is man, . of revenge immortal hate, . slow of, . some brown, . to be quiet, . what you most affect, . stuff as dreams are made on, . disposer of other men's, . everything made of one hidden, . life is made of, . made of penetrable, . perilous, which weighs upon the heart, . should be made of sterner, . skimble-skamble, . the head with reading, . to try the soul's strength, . stuffs out his vacant garments, . stumbles at a straw, . stumbling on abuse, . stuns, niagara, . stupendous manner, awfully, . whole, one, . stupid eyes, stood with, . starers, . stupidity, an access of, . be not guilty of, . the gods contend against, . sty, fattest hog in epicurus', . style bewrays us, our, . is the dress of thoughts, . is the man himself, . of man, highest, . refines, how the, . to attain an english, . subdue, disease that must, . what will not time, . subdues mankind, surpasses or, . subdued by time, . to what it works in, . subduing tongue, tip of his, . subject not a slave, . of all verse, . of my story, honour is the, . such duty as the, owes, . unlike my, shall be my song, . we know a, . subjects wise, were their, . subject's duty is the king's, . soul is his own, . subjection, implied, . sublime a thing to suffer, . and the ridiculous, . dashed to pieces, the, . fair large front and eye, . in his simplicity, . make our lives, . schiller has the material, . tobacco, . sublimely bad, fustian is, . submission, yielded with coy, . substance might be called, . of his greatness, . of ten thousand soldiers, . of things hoped for, . true, proves the, . substantial honours, in more, . smile, one vast, . world, books are a, . suburb of the life elysian, . succeeding, no son of mine, . success, heaven is to give, . in smallest matter, . is man's god, . men judged by their, . not in mortals to command, . nothing succeeds like, . secret of, is constancy, . seemed born for, . things ill got had ever bad, . which includes all others, . with his surcease, . successful experiment, full tide of, . soldier, . successive rise and fall, . title long and dark, . successors gone before him, . succour dawns from heaven, . us that succour want, . such a questionable shape, . and so various, . apt and gracious words, . as sleep o' nights, . master such man, . mistress such nan, . things to be, . suck forth my soul, . my last breath, . sucks, where the bee, . sucking dove, gently as any, . suckle fools and chronicle small beer, . suckled in a creed outworn, . sucklings, babes and, . sudden a thought came, . and quick in quarrel, . commendations, good at, . thought strikes me, . suffer a sea change, . and be strong, . hell i, seems a heaven, . hope of all who, . lot of man to, . nobler in the mind to, . those who inflict must, . wet damnation, . who breathes must, . sufferance, corporal, . is the badge of all our tribe, . suffered much, he who has, . sufferer, best of men was a, . suffering, child of, . ended with the day, her, . sad humanity, . tears to human, dull, . they learn in, . to be weak is miserable doing or, . sufferings, knowledge by, entereth, . poets grow by their, . to each his, . suffice, could not one, . sufficiency, an elegant, . to be so moral, no man's, . sufficient to have stood, . understand me that he is, . unto the day, . suffusion from that light, . sugar o'er the devil himself, . oil vinegar saltness and, . suicide is confession, . no refuge from confession but, . suing long to bide, hell it is in, . suit lightly won, . of sables, . the action to the word, . suits of solemn black, . of woe, trappings and the, . out of, with fortune, . rogues in buckram, . sullein mind, musing in his, . sullen dame, our sulky, . sullenness against nature, . sulphur, land of oat-cakes and, . sultans, poets are, . sum of all villanies, . of earthly bliss, . of human things, . of more, giving thy, . of shakespeare's wit, . summer bird-cage, . comes with flower and bee, . dust, dry as, . eternal, gilds them yet, . eves by haunted stream, . friends, like, . last rose of, . life 's a short, . made glorious, . nights, dews of, . of her age, in the, . of your youth, . one swallow maketh not, . sweet as, . thy eternal, shall not fade, . summers in a sea of glory, . raw inclement, . summer's cloud, like a, . day, as one shall see in a, . day, hath a, . eve, one, . heat, fantastic, . morn, like a, . noontide air, . queen, would grace a, . ripening breath, . rose or vernal bloom, . summit, from the eastern, . linger and play on its, . summon from the past, . up remembrance, . up the blood, . summons, thee to heaven or to hell, . upon a fearful, . when thy, comes, . summum nec metuas diem, . sun, all except their, is set, . and shade, through, . as the, drew the morning dew, . aweary of the, 'gin to be, . bales unopened to the, . before the worshipped, . behold for the last time the, . benighted under the midday, . candle to the, , , . cannot be looked at with a steady eye, . children of the, . clouds around the setting, . common, the air the skies, . courses even with the, . declines, our wishes lengthen as our, . dedicate his beauty to the, . dewdrop from the, . doubt the, doth move, . dropped from the zenith, . dry, dry wind, . early rising, . fruit i bore was the, . go down upon your wrath, . goes round, take all the rest the, . gorgeous as the midsummer, . grow dim with age, . grows cold, till the, . half in, half in shade, . has left the lea, the, . hills ancient as the, . hooting at the glorious, . impearls on every leaf, . in all his state, . in his coming, meet the, . in my dominions never sets, . in the firmament, knowledge is the, . in the lap of thetis, . into the warm, , . is a thief, . juliet is the, . let others hail the rising, . livery of the burnished, . loss of the, . love is nature's second, . low descending, . magic potent over, . more worshipped the rising, . myself in huncamunca's eyes, . nebulous star we call the, . never sets in spanish dominions, . never sets on the empire of charles v., . no new thing under the, . no, no moon no morn, . not polluted, . of heaven shall shine, . of righteousness, . of york, . on the upland lawn, . passes through dirty places, . pay no worship to the garish, . pleasant the, . pleasant to behold the, . reflecting upon the mud, . sets to rise again, my, . setting, and music at the close, . setting and rising, . shall not smite thee by day, . shine sweetly on my grave, . shines everywhere, the, . shines, make hay when the, , . shineth upon the dunghill, . shut doors against a setting, . snatches from the, . spinsters and knitters in the, . spots and clouds in the, . sweetheart of the, . tapers to the, . that side the, is upon, . tinged by the rising, . to me is dark, . to-morrow's, may never rise, . to spy my shadow in the, . true as the dial to the, , . unpolluted, . up rose emilie and up rose the, . upon an easter-day, . upon the upland lawn, . walk about the orb like the, . walks under the midday, . warms in the, . web that whitens in the, . which passeth through pollutions, . will pierce the thickest cloud, . with the setting, . world without a, . suns, earth could not bear two, . light of setting, . process of the, . that gild the vernal morn, . to light me rise, . sun's last rays are fading, . rim dips, the, . sunbeam in a winter's day, . soiled by outward touch, . sunbeams, motes that people the, . out of cucumbers, . sunburnt mirth, song and, . sunday from the week divide, . killing a mouse on, . shines no sabbath day, . sundays, begin a journey on, . observe, . sundry contemplation of my travels, . sunflower turns on her god, . sung ballads from a cart, . from morn till night, . under the sea, . sunium's hight, wrote on, . marbled steep, . sunless land, sunshine to the, . retreats of the ocean, . sea, down to a, . sunlight drinketh dew, as, . sunneshine, flies of estate and, . sunny as her skies, . fountains, afric's, . openings, spots of, . years, life formed of, . sunset of life, 't is the, . tree, come to the, . sunshine and in shade, in, . aye shall light the sky, . broken in the rill, . follows the rain, . in one eternal, . in the shady place, . is a glorious birth, the, . makes 'em all sweet-scented, . of the breast, . settles on its head, eternal, . the soul's calm, . to the sunless land, . supercilious, my sanctum, . superfluities, happiness lies in, . superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, . superfluous lags the veteran, . the, very necessary thing, . superiority of educated men, . supinely stay, fools, . supped full with horrors, . supper, man made after, . nourishment called, . proper time for, . what say you to such a, . suppliance of a minute, . supply, last and best, . on promise of, . support of the state governments, . what is low, raise and, . sups and goes to bed, . surcease, success with his, . sure and certain hope, . and firm-set earth, . as a gun, , . card, he 's a, . make assurance double, . of, what a man has he is, . surely you 'll grow double, . surer to prosper, . surety for a stranger, . surface flow, straws upon the, . look beneath the, . surfeit out of action, . reigns, no crude, . with too much, . surfeiting the appetite may sicken, . surge may sweep, where'er the, . whose liquid, resolves, . surges lash the sounding shore, . surgeons keep their instruments, as, . surgery, honour no skill in, . hurt past all, . surging sea outweighs, the, . surpass, nothing earthly could, . surpasses or subdues, . surpassing beauty, . surprise, that testified, . surprises, millions of, . surrender, unconditional, . surrenders, dies but never, . survey, monarch of all i, . our empire, . survival of the fittest, , . survive or perish, live or die, . suspect, ornament of beauty is, . teaches them, . suspects yet strongly loves, . suspended oar, drip of the, . suspicion, cæsar's wife above, . haunts the guilty mind, . sleeps at wisdom's gate, . swain, dull, treads on it daily, . frugal, . remote from cities lived a, . swallow a camel, . and blow at the same moment, . by flying, as the, . one, maketh not summer, . that come before the, . swallow's wings, flies with, . swallow-flights of song, . swallowed a ramrod, . swam before my sight, . in a gondola, . swamps, oswego spreads her, . swan and shadow, float double, . cygnet to the pale faint, . jupiter in the form of a, . mantuan, ages ere the, . of avon, sweet, . on still st. mary's lake, . spreads his snowy sail, the, . to act the part of a, . swans are geese, all our, . seem whiter when by crows, . swan-like end fading in music, . let me sing and die, . swarm, not good for the bee not for the, . swashing and martial outside, . blow, remember thy, . sway, above this sceptred, . give solely sovereign, . impious men bear, . little rule a little, . no limit to their, . of magic potent, . peace and pride of, . prevailed with double, . required with gentle, . sweeping whirlwind's, . with absolute, . swear an eternal friendship, , . by yonder blessed moon, i, . i eat and eat, i, . not by the moon, . to the truth of a song, . when you rant and, . swears a prayer or two, . with so much grace, . sweareth to his own hurt, . sweat but for promotion, . for duty not for meed, . muck of, . of my brows, . of thy face, in the, . under a weary life, . sweats to death, falstaff, . sweaty haste, . sweep on you fat and greasy citizens, . sweeping whirlwind's sway, . sweeps a room, who, . clean, new broom, . sweet afton, flow gently, . alice whose hair was so brown, . all that 's, was made to be lost, . and bitter fancy, food of, . and cunning hand, nature's own, . and fair she seems to be, . and fair, so wondrous, . and musical as apollo's lute, . and twenty, kiss me, . and virtuous soul, . and voluble is his discourse, . approach of even, . are the uses of adversity, . as english air could make her, . as summer, . as the primrose, . as year by year we lose, . attractive grace, . attractive kinde of grace, . auburn loveliest village, . beautiful as, . bells jangled out of tune, . bitter past more welcome is the, . but then how, it was, . by distance made more, . childish days, . civilities of life, . counsel together, we took, . cruelly, are the echoes, . day, so cool, so calm, . days and roses, . discourse, sydneian showers of, . disorder in the dress, . every, its sour, . flowers are springing, . food of knowledge, . girl graduates, . heard melodies are, . heart of the sun, . in cadence, upon the ear, . in communion, . in discourse more, . in every whispered word, . in faith to muse, . in his mouth, wickedness, . influences of pleiades, . is every sound, . is pleasure after pain, . is revenge to women, . is solitude, how passing, . is the breath of morn, . land of liberty, . little cherub sits up aloft, . look that nature wears, . lovely fair and smellest so, . milk of concord, . mood, in that, . morsel under his tongue, . not lasting, . nothing half so, in life, . phosphor bring the day, . poison for the age's tooth, . poison of misused wine, . psalmist of israel, . reluctant amorous delay, . repast and calm repose, . revenge at first though, . rose would smell as, . shady side of pall mall, . silent thought, sessions of, . simplicity of the three per cents, . sleep of a labouring man is, . smels al around, . so coldly, so deadly fair, . so, was ne'er so fatal, . softly, in lydian measures, . solitude is, . sorrow, parting is such, . sound, o'er my ear like the, . south, o'er my ear like the, . spring full of sweet days, . stolen waters are, . swan of avon, . sweets to the, . tears, fountain of, . the dream of home, . the lily grows, how, . the moonlight sleeps, how, . their memory still, . to hear the watch-dog's bark, . to live with them is far less, . to make the end most, . to wear a crown, . tooth in his head, . truly the light is, . understanding, for thy more, . upon the ear in cadence, . voices, your most, . will, at his own, . with musk-roses and eglantine, . sweets compacted lie, where, . diffuse their balmy, . feast of nectared, . fly lost in the, . last taste of, is sweetest last, . of burn-mill meadow, . of forgetfulness, . stolen, are best, . to the sweet, . wilderness of, . sweeten my imagination, . present joy, . this little hand, . sweetened every musk-rose, . sweetener of life, . sweeter for thee despairing, . pains of love be, . rose in the bud is, . than honey, . than the lids of juno's eyes, . thy voice, . sweetest eyes were ever seen, . flowres in the forrest, . garland to the sweetest maid, . melodies are those, . shakespeare fancy's child, . thing that ever grew, . sweetheart, tray blanch and, . sweetly, ful, in hire nose, . played in tune, . she bade me adieu, . sing, brightly smile, . uttered knowledge, . were forsworn, . sweetness and light, . in the desert air, . instil a wanton, . linked, long drawn out, . loathe the taste of, . of proportion, preserving the, . on the desert air, . yieldeth proof, . swell bosom with thy fraught, . music with its voluptuous, . the soul to rage, . swells from the vale, cliff that, . the gale, note that, . the note of praise, . swelling act, prologues to the, . and limitless billows, . of the voiceful sea, . swift as a shadow, . expires a driveller and a show, . is less than to be wise, . race is not to the, . time too, . to hear, be, . too, arrives as tardy as too slow, . true hope is, . swifter than a weaver's shuttle, . swiftly glides the bonnie boat, . swiftness, curb his, . never ceasing, o, . swift-winged arrows of light, . swim before my sight, temples, . how we apples, . in, naughty night to, . sink or, live or die, . to yonder point, . swims or sinks or wades, . swimmer in his agony, . swimmingly, matters will go, . swine, pearls before, . shear, all cry and no wool, . too rich a pearl for carnal, . swine's snout, jewel in a, . swinged the dragon, . swinges the scaly horror, . swinging round the circle, . swinish gluttony, . multitude, . swoop, at one fell, . sword against nation, . chase brave employment with a naked, . edge sharper than the, . famous by my, . flesh his virgin, . fleshed thy maiden, . glorious by my, . glued to my scabbard, . good, rust, . has laid him low, another's, . i with, will open, . pen mightier than the, . stir the fire with a, . take away the, . the avenging, unsheathe, . the brave man draws, . the deputed, . worse than the, . swords into ploughshares, . leaped from their scabbards, . sheathed their, for lack of argument, . twenty of their, . sworn twelve, . sycamore-tree, under a, . sydneian showers, . syene meroe nilotic isle, . syllabes jar with time, . syllable, chase a panting, . men's names, . no, could not pronounce that, . of recorded time, to the last, . syllables govern the world, . sylvia in the night, except i be by, . sympathetic tear, the, . tears, sacred source of, . sympathy cold to distant misery, . the silver link the secret, . with sounds, in souls, . synonym for the devil, . syrops, lucent, . syrups, drowsy, of the world, . system, hub of the solar, . systems into ruin hurled, . t, fitted him to a, . performed to a, . tabernacles of israel, . tabitha, disciple named, . table, crumbs which fall from the, . earth, whose, . general joy of the whole, . head of the, . of my memory, . on a roar, set the, . write it before them in a, . tables, make it plain upon, . my tables, . near a thousand, pined, . the marriage, . table-talk, serve for, , . tackle trim, sails filled, . tail, baited with a dragon's, . eel of science by the, . fox when he lost his, . go to the ground, . horror of his folded, . monstrous, our cat has got, . of rhyme, dock the, . tails of both hung down behind, . of sparrows, salt upon the, . tailor lown, he called the, . tailor's news, swallowing a, . taint with fear, i cannot, . tainted, in law what plea so, . wether of the flock, . take all the rest, . any shape but that, . away the sword, . better to give than to, . care of the pence, . each man's censure, . heed lest he fall, . her up tenderly, . him for all in all, . i give it willingly, . knowledge we must snatch not, . mine ease in mine inn, . no note of him, . no note of time, . note take note o world, . o boatman thrice thy fee, . o take those lips away, . physic pomp, . some savage woman, . some to pleasure, . the current when it serves, . the good the gods provide thee, . the prison'd soul, . thine ease eat drink, . time enough, . what thou wilt away, . who have the power, they should, . ye each a shell, . you a button-hole lower, . taken at the flood, . that which he hath shall be, . to be well shaken when, . takin' notes, a chiel's amang ye, . taking, what a, was he in, . taking-off, deep damnation of his, . tale, a plain, shall put you down, . an honest, speeds best, . as 't was said to me, . every, condemns me, . every shepherd tells his, . every tongue brings in a several, . hope tells a flattering, . hope told a flattering, . in everything, find a, . makes up life's, . moon takes up the wondrous, . must be told by moonlight, . of a tub, some, . of troy divine, . old, and often told, . or history, ever hear by, . or song, never yet heard in, . point a moral or adorn a, . round unvarnished, . schoolboy's, a, . so sad so tender and so true, . tellen his, untrewe, . that i relate, . that is told as a, . their music tells, many a, . thereby hangs a, , , . 't is an old, . told by an idiot, . told by moonlight alone, . told his soft, . twice-told, tedious as a, , . unfold, i could a, . untrue, lest men suspect your, . which holdeth children, . whoso shall telle a, . tales, aged ears play truant at his, . fairy, did tell, . fear in children increased with, . if ancient, say true, . of sorrow done, . out of school, . saddest of all, . that to me were so dear, . talent, his single, well employed, . one, is too much for a cynic, . talents, dryden possessed of splendid, . in a man's power, . talismans and spells, . talk and never think, . calm familiar, . how he will, . is of bullocks, . loves to hear himself, . night is crept upon our, . of dreams, true i, . of graves of worms, . of nothing but business, . of nothing but high life, . of nothing but his horse, . of the lips, . one thing think another, . only to conceal the mind, . spent an hour's, withal, . to conceal the mind, . too much, think too little and, . who never think, they always, . with our past hours, . with, witty to, . with you walk with you, . talks of roaring lions, . talked like poor poll, . lord how it, . of me, i believe they, . talker, he is a, . talkers, good, only found in paris, . talking age, for, . frenchman always, . good old man, he will be, . spark, a conceited, . tall ancestral trees, . daughter of the gods divinely, . fellow, many a good, . men had empty heads, . oaks from little acorns grow, . to reach the pole, so, . tally, score and, no books but, . tam was glorious, . tame, no charm can, . the heyday in the blood is, . the tongue no man can, . villatic fowl, . tamer of the human breast, . tamie glowred amazed, . tangled web we weave, . tangles of neæra's hair, . taper cheers the vale, yon, . glows, while yet the, . tapers, answer ye evening, . swim before my sight, . to the sun, glimmering, . taper's light, hope like the, . tapestry, speech like to, . tar water is of a nature so mild, . tar's labour, cheers the, . tara's halls, harp through, . tardy as too slow, too swift as, . tarnished gold, black with, . tarry at jericho, . tarsus, ship of, . task, common, trivial round, . delightful, . is smoothly done, now my, . whose sore, . tasks, most difficult of, . taskmaster's eye, in my great, . tassels, the larch has hung his, . taste, choice of attic, . last, of sweets is sweetest last, . man's hand is not able to, . never, who always drink, . not handle not, . of death but once, the valiant, . of sweetness, loathe the, . of your quality, give us a, . sans, sans everything, . the whole of it, let me, . with a little more, . whose mortal, brought death, . tastes of men, various are the, . tasted, some books to be, . tattered clothes, through, . ensign down, tear her, . tatters, tear a passion to, . taught, afterward he, . being, return to plague, . but first he folwed it, . by that power, . by time, . following what we are, . happy is he born or, . her dazzling fence, . highly fed and lowly, . him shame, love, . me at last to forget thee, . me, folly 's all they, . men must be, . mind what i am, . saints who, . the wheedling arts, . to stray, science never, . too much quickness ever to be, . us how to die, . us how to live, . tavern, one flash of it within the, . or inn, a good, . tawny lion, half appeared the, . tax for being eminent, . not you you elements, . taxes, death and, . taxation, pressure of, . taxed horse and bridle, . top, whips his, . tea, glad i was not born before, . some sipping, . sometimes take, . thank god for, . what would the world do without, . without a stratagem, take her, . teach bloody instructions, . gladly would he learn and, . him how to live, . him how to tell my story, . in song, what they, . me to feel another's woe, . men to die, . men to live, . souls to souls can never, . the rest to sneer, . the young idea how to shoot, . thee safety, ladyship is by to, . us to number our days, . teacher, let nature be your, . teachers, more understanding than my, . teacher's doctrine sanctified, . teaching by examples, philosophy, . teachings, list to nature's, . team of little atomies, . of sparrows, . teapot, tempest in a, . tear a passion to tatters, . be duly shed for thee, . betwixt a smile and, . cost a sigh a, . drop a, . drop a, and bid adieu, . drying up a single, . each others' eyes, . every woe can claim a, . falling of a, . followed perhaps by a smile, . for pity, he hath a, . forgot as soon as shed, . gave to misery all he had a, . her tattered ensign down, . homage of a, . in her eye, . law which moulds a, . man without a, . meed of some melodious, . one particular, . passage of an angel's, . perhaps 't will cost a sigh a, . recording angel dropped a, . stain it with hypocritic, . stands trembling in her eye, . sympathetic, the, . that flows for others' woes, . that we shed, . the groan the knell, . vapour melting in a, . wiped with a little address, . tears, accept these grateful, . all her sorrow all her, . all in vain, . and laughter, . and love for the gray, . and smiles, kisses, . beauty smiling in her, . beguile her of her, . behold their, hear their cries, . big round, in piteous chase, . child of misery baptized in, . crocodile, , . dim with childish, . dip their wings in, . down pluto's cheek, . drop fast as the arabian trees, . due to human suffering, . flattered to, . for the blue, love and, . fountain of sweet, . from some divine despair, . hence these, . her humblest mirth and, . her income, . idle tears, . if you have, prepare to shed them now, . in secret in silence and, . leaves millions in, . like niobe all, . love embalmed in, . must stop for every drop, . no, dim the sweet look, . nor all your, wash out a word, . nothing is here for, . of bearded men, . of boyhood's years, . of the sky for loss of the sun, . of woe, smiles of joy, . parted in silence and, . resolves the moon into salt, . shall drown the wind, . she stood in, . so weary of toil and of, . some natural, they dropped, . source of sympathetic, . such as angels weep, . that speak, . thoughts too deep for, . to raise the dead with, . vale of, beyond this, . wept away in transient, . wept each other's, . wet with unseen, . wronged orphans', . teche, and gladly, . techstone, war's red, . tedious as a king, . as a twice-told tale, , . as go o'er, returning as, . as to work, to sport as, . thinking his prattle to be, . teeth are set on edge, the children's, . drunkard clasp his, . of time, give lettered pomp to, . sans eyes sans taste sans, . skin of my, escaped with the, . spite of his, . tell a hundred, might, . all my bones, i may, . how the truth may be, i cannot, . it not in gath, . me not in mournful numbers, . me the tales, . me where, gentle shepherd, . them they are men, . who can, save he, . tellen his tale untrewe, . tell-tale women, hear these, . temper, blest with, . justice with mercy, . man of such a feeble, . thy steady, . touch of celestial, . which bears the better, . whose unclouded ray, . tempers the wind, god, . temperance more difficult than abstinence, . that may give it smoothness, . temperate and furious in a moment, . will, the reason firm the, . tempest, description of a, . in a teapot, . itself lags behind, . such calms after every, . tracts of calm from, . tempests, glasses itself in, . roar, billows never break nor, . tempest's breath prevail, the, . tempestuous petticoat, . temple, better than in the, lost, . built to god, . fame's proud, . hangs on dian's, . lord's anointed, . nothing ill can dwell in such a, . of diana, burnt the, . of silence and reconciliation, . where god hath a, . temples bare, my, . dedicated to god, . groves were god's first, . like gold nails in, . of his gods, . solemn, the great globe itself, . swim before my sight, . temporal power, shows the force of, . temporary safety, little, . temptation, safe from, . that endureth, . why comes, . tempted her with word too large, . tempter, so glozed the, . ten commandments, my, . hours to the world allot, . low words in one dull line, . upper, thousand, , . winters more, ran he on, . years' war, cause of a long, . tenable in your silence, . tenantless, graves stood, . save to the wind, . tend, to thee we, . tendance spend, in so long, . touched by her fair, . tender and so true, . and true, douglas, . for another's pain, . tenderest, the bravest are the, . touch, we feel the, . tender-hearted stroke a nettle, . tenderly, take her up, . tendrils strong, with, . tenement of clay, . teneriff or atlas unremoved, . tenets, his faith in some nice, . turn with books, . tenor of his way, . of their way, noiseless, . tent, nightly pitch my moving, . that searches to the bottom, . tents, fold their, like the arabs, . how goodly are thy, . of wickedness, . their silent, are spread, . tented field, action in the, . tenth transmitter of a foolish face, . tenui musam meditamur avena, . termagant, o'erdoing, . terms, good set, . in plain, . litigious, . terrace walk, a, . terrible as an army with banners, . as hell, fierce as ten furies, . he rode alone, . man with a terrible name, . territories, no slave, . terror, death armed with a new, . in your threats, there is no, . shadows have struck more, . so spake the grisly, . terrors, king of, . test, bring me to the, . of ridicule, truth the, . of truth, ridicule the, . testament as worldlings, a, . blessing of the old, . of bleeding war, open the purple, . tester i 'll have in pouch, . testimonies, thy, are my meditations, . testimony, law and the, . testy pleasant fellow, . testyment, no furder than my, . tetchy and wayward, . tether time or tide, . text, god takes a, . many a holy, she strews, . neat rivulet of, . thais sits beside thee, lovely, . thames, with no allaying, . thane, your face my, . thank god you are rid of a knave, . heaven fasting, . me no thanks, . the eternal power, . thee jew for teaching me that word, . you for nothing, . you for your voices, . you i owe you one, . thanks and use, both, . even poor in, . evermore, . for this relief much, . of millions yet to be, . taken with equal, . the exchequer of the poor, . words are but empty, . thanked, when i 'm not, at all, . thankful, rest and be, . thankless arrant, . child, to have a, . inconsistent man, . muse, meditate the, . that and a' that, . ever i was born, . has been and may be, . is flat, . it should come to this, . that is is, . without or this or, . thatched cottage, my lowly, . thaw and resolve itself into a dew, . theatre, as in a, . universe as a, . world 's a, the earth a stage, . theban, this same learned, . thebes or pelops' line, . thebes's streets, walked about in, . thee, there 's no living with, . theirs but to do and die, . not to make reply, . not to reason why, . theme, example as it is my, . fools are my, . glad diviner's, . if on my, i rightly think, . imperial, of the, . themes, our wonted, . theoric, bookish, . theory, condition not a, . there is no death, . neither here nor, . thereby hangs a tale, , . thermopylæ, to make a new, . these are thy glorious works, . thespis professor of our art, . thetis, sun in the lap of, . they conquer love that run away, . were they are they yet shall be, . thick and thin, through, , , , . as autumnal leaves, . muddy ill-seeming, . thick-coming fancies, . thick-ribbed ice, region of, . thick-warbled notes, . thief, apparel fits your, . doth fear each bush an officer, . each thing 's a, . earth 's a, . in the sworn twelve, . moon's an arrant, . of time, procrastination is the, . steals something from the, . sun 's a, the sea 's a, . to catch a thief, . to the gallows, more followers than a, . which the justice which the, . yond justice rails upon yond, . thievery, i 'll example you with, . thieves, beauty provoketh, . rifled by the gusty, . thigh, smote them hip and, . thighs, cuisses on his, . thin air, melted into, . partitions, . red line, . spun life, slits the, . through thick and, , . too, and bare, . thine enemy hunger, if, . thing, acting of a dreadful, . any good, out of nazareth, . as steadfast as the scene, . became a trumpet, the, . but one, is needful, . dearest, he owed, . devised by the enemy, . each, his turn doth hold, . each, is a thief, . earth's noblest, . enskyed and sainted, . excellent, in woman, . explain a, till all men doubt, . fearful, to see, . finds good in every, . finished, the one, . free and fetterless, . highest, is truth, . holiest, alive, . how bitter a, it is, . how sublime a, it is, . how sweet a, to wear a crown, . i am, i do beguile the, . if they have a good, . ill-favoured, but mine own, . in awe of such a, . laugh at any mortal, . lion among ladies is a dreadful, . little, a cup of water, . little learning is a dangerous, . look to the essence of a, . lovely and a fearful, . meanest, that feels, . never says a foolish, . no evil, that walks by night, . no great, created suddenly, . no new, under the sun, . nothing like being used to a, . of beauty is a joy forever, . of custom, . of fortune, most dejected, . of life, like a, . of sea or land, . of sin and guilt, . order gave each, view, . palsy-stricken churchyard, . play 's the, . show us how divine a, . so frail a, is man, . sovereign'st, on earth, . started like a guilty, . sweetest, that ever grew, . that i was born to do, . that 's quite another, . the genteel, . there 's no such, in nature, . to one, constant never, , . too much of a good, , . tremble like a guilty, . truth is the highest, . two-legged, a son, . undisputed, thou say'st an, . was not done in a corner, this, . we like, we figure the, . we long for that we are, . when two do the same, . which that shineth, . who dares think one, . winsome wee, . things above, affections on, . all, are now as they were, . all, are the same, . all other, give place, . all, that are, . all thinking, . all, to all men, . all, work together for good, . are great to little man, . are honest, whatsoever, . are in the saddle, . are just, whatsoever, . are lovely, whatsoever, . are not what they seem, , . are of good report, whatsoever, . are pure, whatsoever, . are the sons of heaven, . are true, whatsoever, . bad begun make strong themselves, by ill, . because they are common, . beyond all use, . by season seasoned are, . by their right names, call, . can such, be, . cannot but remember such, . cloy, the best of, . compare great, with small, . day of small, . differ though all agree, . done at the mermaid, . done decently and in order, . else about her drawn, . equal to all, for all things unfit, . evil, there is some goodness in, . facts are stubborn, , . feast of fat, . fond of humble, . former, grow old, . frequently happen which you do not hope, . friendship is constant in all other, . from out the bitterness of, . god's sons are, . good, will strive to dwell with it, . great contests from trivial, . great head of, . great lord of all, . greatest vicissitudes of, . hid, wherefore are these, . hoped for, substance of, . i do not need, many, . i ought, to do the, . ill got had ever bad success, . into the light of, . leave all meaner, . left undone those, . long past, more than, . looked unutterable, . loose type of, . loveliest of lovely, . man's best, are nearest him, . men ought not to investigate, . mighty above all, . more, in heaven and earth, . nature of the universe is the nature of, . not made for words, . not seen, evidence of, . past, remembrance of, . possessing all, . present seem worst, . proper to man, to do the, . prove all, . remembering happier, . rolls through all, . sad vicissitude of, . sad vicissitudes of, . sanctioned by custom, . secret, belong unto the lord, . sense and outward, . shews of, . sum of human, . that are and have been, . that are have kinship, . that are made for our general uses, . that belong to adversity, . that have a common quality, . that nature wills, . that ne'er were nor are, . that no gross ear can hear, . that were, dream of, . they ought not, speaking, . think on these, . those who want fewest, . though all, differ all agree, . through the dream of, . through words and, . time ordains for other, . to come, giant mass of, . to do two, at once, . to write well in laudable, . translunary, . true and evident, . unattempted, . unfit for all, . unhappy far-off, . unknown, forms of, . unknown proposed, . we can only say of, they be, . we ought to have done, . we will answer all, . when virtuous, proceed, . which are cæsar's, . which belong to prosperity, . which men confess with ease, . without all remedy, . words are, . think, comedy to those that, . him so because i think him so, . how bacon shined, . how many never, . makes millions, . may sigh to, . naught a trifle, . not disdainfully of death, . of that master brook, . of your ancestors, . of your forefathers, . of your posterity, , . on, pleasant to, . on these things, . one thing, who dares, . only what concerns thee, . shock which makes us, . talk and never, . that day lost, . the great unhappy, none, . they talk who never, . those that, must govern, . those who greatly, . to-morrow will repay, . too little and talk too much, . what you and other men, . thinketh in his heart, as he, . let him that, he standeth, . thinking being, man a, . few, how few think justly of the, . is an idle waste of thought, . makes it so, . of the days that are no more, . on fantastic summer's heat, . on the frosty caucasus, . plain living and high, . reed, man is but a, . souls, thought of, . their own kisses sin, . things, impels all, . with too much, . thinkings, speak to me as to thy, . thinks like a sage, . most acts the best, who, . shows what he, . too much, he, . what ne'er was, . who, must mourn, . thin-spun life, slits the, . thirst amidst a sea of waves, . if he, give him drink, . of praise, . thirsty earth soaks up the rain, . fly, busy curious, . soul, cold waters to a, . thirteen, maids of, . thirty days hath september, . man a fool at, . on the wrong side of, . this above all, . is a cock, . or that, without or, . that it should come to, . was a man, say to all the world, . thomb of gold parde, he had a, . thorn, beneath the milk-white, . in the flesh, . of experience, . primrose peeps beneath the, . rose without the, , . why choose the rankling, . withering on the virgin, . thorns, he that plants, . little wilful, . pricked by the, . rosebud with wilful, . that in her bosom lodge, . touched by the, . under a pot, crackling of, . which i have reaped, the, . thorny way, steep and, . those that think must govern, . who inflict must suffer, . who know thee not, . thou art all beauty, . art gone from my gaze, . art gone to the grave, . art the man, . canst not say i did it, . though i say it that should not, . lost to sight, . thought, adds strength to the, . all objects of all, . almost say her body, . and joy, love and, . and passion, chaos of, . as a sage, . be not rambling in, . but ne'er so well expressed, . came like a full-blown rose, . could wed itself, ere, . dared what he greatly, . destroyed by, . divide, sense from, . dome of, the, . eies and eares and ev'ry, . even with a, . evil is wrought by want of, . exhausting, . explore the, . feeling deeper than all, . for the morrow, take no, . for your life, take no, . hath struck him, a roman, . her dying when she slept, . him still speaking, . human, is the process, . hushed be every, . in a green shade, green, . is deeper than all speech, . is often original, a, . is speech, when, . is the property of him who can entertain it, . is tired of wandering, . kings of modern, . leaped out, . like a passing, . like a pleasant, . like dew upon a, . loftiness of, . midnight is the noon of, . more nigh, lie a, . northern, is slow, . not one immoral, . of convincing, . of dining, . of our past years, . of tender happiness, . of the people shall be law, . of thee, one, . of thinking souls, . over-refinement deck out our, . pale cast of, . pearls of, . penny for your, , . perish that, . pined in, . pleasing dreadful, . power of, . pure in, as angels are, . sessions of sweet silent, . so, go near to be, . so once but now i know it, i, . sober second, . still and serious, . strange seas of, . such stores as silent, . sudden, strikes me, . tease us out of, . thinking an idle waste of, . those that tell of saddest, . thou couldst have died, if i had, . thou wert a beautiful, . thy wish was father to that, . tides that followed, . to have common, . to rear the tender, . two souls with a single, . vacuity of, . vain or shallow, . vein of tender, . wanderings of thy, . what oft was, . whistled for want of, . who would have, . whose armour is his honest, . would destroy their paradise, . thoughts, all, all passions, . and looks were downward, . as boundless, our, . as harbingers, most pious, . beyond the reaches of our souls, . calmer of unquiet, . dark soul and foul, . employ speech to conceal, . even so my bloody, . give thy worst of, . great feelings great, . great, come from the heart, . high erected, . images and precious, . in a shroud of, . life is what our, make it, . like rose leaves scattered, . love light and calm, . mantle that covers human, . men's, according to inclination, . more elevate, . never alone with noble, . no tongue, give thy, . of love, turns to, . of men are widened, . of mortality, . on hospitable, intent, . pansies for, there is, . pleasant, bring sad thoughts, . pretty to force together, . ran a wool-gathering, . regular as infants' breath, . remain below, my, . river of his, , . rule the world, . second, are the best, . second, are the wisest, . serve your best, as gypsies do children, . shut up want air, . so all unlike each other, . style is the dress of, . that breathe, . that mould the age, . that shall glad high souls, . that shall not die, . that voluntary move, . that wander through eternity, . to their own second, . too deep for tears, . transcend our wonted themes, . unrighteous man his, . unspoken homage of, . whose very sweetness, . with noble, . words without, . thoughtless man, warning for, . thankless man, . thousand blushing apparitions, . chief of a, for grace, . crimes, one virtue and a, . deaths in fearing one, . decencies, those, . fearful wrecks, . friends suffice thee not, . hearts beat happily, . hills, beasts upon a, . hills, cattle upon a, . homes, near a, . innocent shames, . little one shall become a, . liveried angels, . melodies unheard before, . one man among a, . perils, safe through a, . picked out of ten, . soldiers, substance of ten, . stars, beauty of a, . strings, harp of a, . tongues, conscience hath a, . tongues to allure him, . upper ten, . voices, earth with her, . years in thy sight, . years of peace, . years scarce serve to form a state, . thousands at his bidding speed, . countless, mourn, . die without or this, . has been slave to, . of undone widows, . peace slays its ten, . to murder, . war slays its, . thrasyllus and antigonus, . thread, feels at each, . hinders needle and, . of his verbosity, the, . of life, fate has wove the, . plying her needle and, . sewing at once a double, . that ties them, . weave their, with bones, . threadbare sail, set every, . saint in wisdom's school, . threaten and command, an eye to, . threatening eye, looks with a, . threats, no terror in your, . of a halter, . of pain and ruin, . three, chief among the blessed, . corners of the world, . firm friends, more sure than day, . gentlemen at once, . good friends, . good men unhanged in england, . hundred, grant but three of the, . hundred pounds a year, . insides, carrying, . kingdoms, had sifted, . may keep counsel, , . merry boys are we, . misbegotten knaves, . per cents, simplicity of the, , . poets in three distant ages, . removes bad as a fire, . stories high long dull and old, . treasures love light and thoughts, . when shall we, meet again, . words, joys of sense lie in, . years' child, listens like a, . three-cornered hat, the old, . threefold cord, . fourfold tomb, . three-hooped pot, . three-man beetle, . threescore, bachelor of, . burden of, . years and ten, . three-tailed bashaw, . threshold of the new world, . thrice flew thy shaft, . he assayed, . he routed all his foes, . he slew the slain, . is he armed, . my peace was slain, . their weight in gold, . thrice-driven bed of down, . thrift may follow fawning, . thrift horatio, . thriftless ambition, . thrill, glory's, is o'er, . of a happy voice, . the deepest notes of woe, . throat, amen stuck in my, . of war, brazen, . put a knife to thy, . scuttled ship or cut a, . straining his, . to feel the fog in my, . throats, cutting foreign, . engines whose rude, . throbs of fiery pain, . throe, never grudge the, . throne, footsteps of a, . here is my, bid kings come bow to it, . light which beats upon a, . like a burnished, . my bosom's lord sits lightly in his, . night from her ebon, . no brother near the, . of kings, this royal, . of rocks in a robe of clouds, . of royal state, high on a, . sapphire blaze the living, . shake hands with a king upon his, . shape the whisper of the, . something behind the, . through slaughter to a, . two kings of brentford on one, . wrong forever on the, . thrones and globes elate, . dominations princedoms, . whose stakes were, . throned monarch, . on her hundred isles, . throng into my memory, . lowest of your, . throw physic to the dogs, . within a stone's, . throws, wise player ought to accept his, . thrummed, i was ne'er so, . thrush sings each song twice over, . thumb, miller's golden, . thumbs, pricking of my, . sealed their letters with their, . thumping on your back, . thumps upon the back, . thunder, doors grate harsh, . heard remote, . in a fair frosty day, . in his lifted hand, . jove's power to, . leaps the live, . lightning or in rain, . loud roared the dreadful, . steal my, . thunders in the index, . of white silence, . rattle, and the loud, . thunderbolts, with all your, . thunder-harp of pines, . thundering sound, , . to the moon, . thunder-storm against the wind, . thus let me live unseen unknown, . thwack, with many a stiff, . thyme, pun-provoking, . where the wild, blows, . tiber, not a drop of allaying, . tickle the earth with a hoe, . your catastrophe, . tickled with a straw, . tide and wind stay no man, . in the affairs of men, . no man can tether time or, . of love, pity swells the, . of successful experiment, . of the years, . of times, lived in the, . tarrieth for no man, . turning of the, . without a breeze without a, . tides that followed thought, . tidings as they roll, confirm the, . dismal, when he frowned, . tie, in whose, a wild civility, . love endures no, . silver link the silken, . up the knocker, . ties, sight of human, . tied to the stake, i am, . tiger, hyrcan, . in war imitate the action of the, . tight little island, . tiles and chimney-pots, . tillage, other arts follow, . tilt at all i meet, . tilts with a straw, . timber, knowledge and, . like seasoned, . wedged in that, . timbrel, sound the loud, . time, age and body of the, . all in good, . already of old, . ambles withal, . and age, his youth 'gainst, . and space, through, . and the hour runs, . annihilate but space and, . assuages sorrow, . backward and abysm of, . bank and shoal of, . bastard to the, . be good whilst thou hast, . be ruled by, . beholds no name so blest, . between two eternities, gleam of, . bounds of place and, . break the legs of, . breathing, of day with me, . brief chronicles of the, . brings increase to her truth, . by, subdued, . by the forelock, take, . cannot benumb, some feelings, . chinks that, has made, , . choose thine own, . coming, there 's a good, , . common arbitrator, . compliments are loss of, . count, by heart-throbs, . creeping hours of, . curious, requires, . do not squander, . elaborately thrown away, . enough, take, . enough to find a world, . even such is, . every man be master of his, . flies death urges, . footprints on the sands of, . for all things, . for courtesy, always, . for supper, the proper, . forefinger of all, . foremost files of, . frozen round periods of, . gallops withal, . gives to her mind, . had been, as if the moving, . hair's-breadth of, . has laid his hand gently, . has not cropt the roses, . has taught us a lesson, . hath to silver turned, his silver locks, . he that lacks, . his, is forever, . history hath triumphed over, . how a man should kill, . how small a part of, they share, . i think upon that happy, . in misery, happy, . is a river of passing events, . is a very shadow, . is fleeting, art is long and, . is money, . is out of joint, . is quiet as a nun, the holy, . is still a-flying, . is the image of eternity, . is the soul of this world, . kill the bloom before its, . last syllable of recorded, . leaves have their, to fall, . lettered pomp to teeth of, . look into the seeds of, . look like the, . makes these decay, . many a, and oft, . men have died from time to, . merry dancing drinking, . most valuable thing to spend, . nae man can tether, . new hatched to the woful, . nick of, . no delight to pass away the, . noiseless falls the foot of, . noiseless foot of, . nor place adhere, . not of an age but for all, . nothing so precious as, . now is the accepted, . of day, no proper, . of night, witching, . of peace, this weak piping, . of scorn, figure for the, . of the singing of birds, . offends at some unlucky, . old bald cheater, . ordains, mild heaven a, . our oars keep, . out of mind, . panting, toiled after him, . peace only as a breathing, . play the fools with the, . point of, life of man but a, . procrastination the thief of, . promised on a, . quaffing and unthinking, . relish of the saltness of, . return, bid, . rich with the spoils of, . ripens all things, . robs us of our joys, . rolls his ceaseless course, . sees and hears all things, . sent before my, . shall throw a dart at thee, . shall unfold, . show and gaze of the, . silence and slow, . silvered o'er by, . so gracious is the, . so hallowed is the, . soul of the whole past, . speech is of, . speech is shallow as, . spoils the pleasure of the, . stand still withal, . still as he flies, . stream of, . subdue, what will not, . syllabes jar with, . take no note of, . taught by, . teaches many lessons, . tears and laughter for all, . tell her that wastes her, . that takes in trust, . the moving, . the wisest counsellor, . to be learning, is it a, . to beguile the, . to come, sweet discourses in our, . to every purpose under heaven, . to grow old, we may always find, . to marry, choose a proper, . to mourn, lacks, . to weep, night is the, . too swift, o, . tooth of, , . touch us gently, . transported, with envy, . travels in divers paces, . tries the troth in everything, . trieth troth in every doubt, . trots withal, . turn backward o, . which was before us, . whips and scorns of, . whirligig of, brings in his revenge, . who steals our years away, . will doubt of rome, . will explain it all, . will run back, . will teach thee, . wise through, . witching, of night, . with falling oars they kept the, . with reckless hand, . with thee conversing i forget all, . worn out with eating, . writes no wrinkle, . times, brisk and giddy-paced, . corrector of enormous, . cowards die many, . cunning, . do shift, thus, . fashion of these, . glory of the, they were the, . good or evil, . in the morning of the, . later, more aged, . light for after, . lived in the tide of, . make former, shake hands, . of need, ever but in, . of old, jolly place in, . principles turn with, . shake hands with latter, . signs of the, . that try men's souls, . those golden, . when the world is ancient, . wherein we now live, . wise men say nothing in dangerous, . time's devouring hand, . furrows on another's brow, . iron feet can print, . noblest offspring is the last, . time-honoured lancaster, . timelessly, primrose fading, . timely dew of sleep, . inn, to gain the, . timoleon's arms, . timothy learnt sin to fly, . tinct with cinnamon, . tinged by the rising sun, . tinkling cymbal, . tints of woe, sabler, . tip of his subduing tongue, . tips his tongue, persuasion, . with silver, . tipple in the deep, fishes that, . tipsy dance and jollity, . tiptoe, jocund day stands, . religion stands on, . when this day is named stand, . tire of all creation, . tires in a mile-a, . tired he sleeps, till, . nature's sweet restorer, . tithe of mint and anise, . or toll, no italian priest shall, . title and profit i resign, . gained no, lost no friend, . knave that wears a, . long and dark successive, . please thine ear, whatever, . weigh the man not his, . when i can read my, clear, . titles are marks of honest men, . decider of dusty and old, . high though his, . power and pelf, . titus with uncommon sense, . to all to each a fair good night, . be or not to be, . horse away, . toad, i had rather be a, . rose-water on a, . squat like a, . ugly and venomous, . toad-eater, pulteney's, . toast pass, let the, . tobacco, anything for thy sake, . sublime, . tocsin of the soul, . to-day his own, who can call, . i have lived, . in, already walks to-morrow, . nor care beyond, . our youth we can have but, . pleasure to be drunk, . speed, to be put back to-morrow, . to-morrow cheerful as, . toe, from top to, . light fantastic, . of frog, eye of newt, . of the peasant, . toil and care, fond of, . and of tears, weary of, . and trouble, . and trouble, war is, . and trouble, why all this, . does not come to help the idle, . envy want the jail, . govern those that, . he wins his spirits light from, . he won, what with his, . horny hands of, . is lost, or all the, . is the sire of fame, . morn of, nor night of waking, . not neither do they spin, . o'er books, . of dropping buckets into wells, . on poor heart unceasingly, . patient of, . those that think govern those that, . verse sweetens, . waste their, for a smile, . winding up days with, . with servile, . without recompense, . toils despair to reach, what others', . toiled after him in vain, . forgot for which he, . toiling upward in the night, . tokay, imperial, . told her love, she never, . old tale and often, . toledo trusty, blade, . tolerable and not to be endured, . toll for the brave, . or tithe, no italian priest shall, . tolling a departing friend, . tom, loves me best that calls me, . or jack, hails you, . 's a-cold, poor, . tom's food seven long year, . tomb, awakes from the, . cannot bind thee, the, . cradles rock us nearer to the, . darkness encompass the, . kings for such a, . more than royal, . nature cries from the, . no inscription on my, . of him who would have made glad the world, . of the capulets, . stood upon achilles', . threefold fourfold, . tombs, hark from the, . to-morrow and to-morrow, . boast not thyself of, . cheerful as to-day, . defer not till, . do thy worst, . in to-day already walks, . is falser than the former day, . never leave that till, . speed to-day to be put back, . the darkest day live till, . tints with prophetic ray, . to fresh woods, . we shall die, . will be dying, . will be the happiest time, . will repay, think, . to-morrows, confident, . to-morrow's sun may never rise, . tone of languid nature, . spirit ditties of no, . voice of sweetest, . with a peremptory, . tones, harp in divers, . in its hollow, . tongs, shovel and, . tongue an unruly member, . bear welcome in your, . braggart with my, . brings in a several tale, every, . came mended from that, . can no man tame, . confuted by his conscience, . dropped manna, . fair words never hurt the, . fool cannot hold his, . from evil, keep thy, . give it understanding but no, . give thy thoughts no, . hide it under his, . his mother, . in every wound of cæsar, . is an unruly evil, . is known in every clime, one, . is the pen of a ready writer, . law of kindness in her, . let a fool hold his, . let the candied, . man that hath a, . moderate the rancour of your, . murder though it have no, . music's golden, . never eare did heare that, . never repented that he held his, . nor heart cannot conceive, . nor speak with double, . not she denied him with unholy, . of dog, wool of bat and, . of him that makes a jest, . of midnight hath told twelve, . of the mind, pen is the, . outvenoms all the worms of nile, . persuasion tips his, . ran on, still his, . restreine and kepen wel thy, . sad words of, . slanderous, . so varied in discourse, . soul lends the, vows, . sounds as a sullen bell, . stopped his tuneful, . such a, glad i have not, . sweet morsel under his, . that shakespeare spake, . the speaking, . through every land by every, . tip of his subduing, . to curse the slave, o for a, . to persuade, . to wound us, no, . treasure of our, . truth in every shepherd's, . use of my oracular, . win a woman with his, . windy satisfaction of the, . tongues, airy, . aspic's, for 't is of, . called fools in all, . conscience hath a thousand several, . evil days and evil, . hearts in love use their own, . in trees books in the running brooks, . interest speaks all sorts of, . lovers', by night, . nations kindreds and, . of dying men, . of men, speak with the, . shall rehearse, . silence envious, . slanderous, done to death by, . strife of, . that syllable men's names, . to allure him, thousand, . whispering, . tongue-tied by authority, . too civil by half, . late i stayed, . low they build, . much thinking, . thin, . tool of iron, nor any, . tools, always work and, . no jesting with edge, . nothing but to name his, . of working our salvation, . sin has many, . to him that can handle them, . tooth and nail, . for tooth, eye for eye, . of time, , . poison for the age's, . sharper than a serpent's, . tooth-ache, endure the, . toothpicks, supply of, . top, die at the, . of judgment, . of my bent, fool me to the, . to toe, dressed from, . whips his taxed, . tops of the eastern pines, . topics, fashionable, . topless towers of ilium, . topples round the west, . torches, as we do with, . light my candle from their, . torments our elements, . torn from their destined page, . me and i bleed, they have, . torpedo, pen becomes a, . torrent and whirlwind's roar, . is heard, naught but the, . of a downward age, . of a woman's will, . of his fate, . roar, should like the, . so the loud, . torrents, motionless, . torrent's smoothness, . torrid tracts, through, . torture, boil in endless, . hum of human cities is, . of the mind, . one poor word, . torturing hour, the, . toss him to my breast, . touch, beautiful beneath his, . dares not put it to the, . harmonious, whose, . no state matters, . not taste not, . of a vanished hand, . of celestial temper, . of joy or woe, . of liberty's war, first, . of nature, one, makes the whole world kin, . soiled by any outward, . sprang up forever at a, . that 's scarcely felt, . the best, fear not to, . them but rightly, . us gently time, . we feel the tenderest, . with chiselled, . wound with a, . touches of sweet harmony, . touched by her fair tendance, . nothing that he did not adorn, . spirits are not finely, . the highest point, i have, . toucheth pitch, he that, . touchstone, man's true, . touchy testy pleasant fellow, . tough is j. b., . wedge for a tough log, . world, rack of this, . tower, age shakes athena's, . and tree, light on, . guardian on the, . intending to build a, . of strength, king's name is a, . of strength, that, . towers above her sex, marcia, . along the steep, . and battlements, . disparting, trembling, . distant spires ye antique, . elephants endorsed with, . of ilium, burnt the topless, . of julius, ye, . old palaces and, . the cloud-capped, . trembling all precipitate, . ye antique, . towered citadel, . cities please us then, . towering falcons, hopes like, . in his pride of place, . in the confidence of twenty-one, . passion, put me into a, . town, axis of the earth in every, . callen daisies in our, . gaze with all the, . man made the, . towns, elephants for want of, . toys, fantastic, . of age, beads and prayer-books, . of simulated stature, . to the great children, . we spent them not in, . track, drive on your own, . pursue, each other's, . tract behind, leaving no, . tracts, leaves no, . of calm from tempest made, . through torrid, . trade, doing good is not our, . of lying, . thou learned, love the little, . two of a, can never agree, . trades, ugliest of, . trade's proud empire, . tradition, marrow of, . tragedie, go my little, . tragedies, attic, . tragedy, gorgeous, . of hamlet with the prince left out, . to those who feel, . trail of the serpent, . trailing clouds of glory, . train, a melancholy, . a royal, believe me, . at coventry, waited for the, . every motion of his starry, . fear and bloodshed miserable, . of night, last in the, . of thy amber-dropping hair, . starry, heaven her, . up a child, . when i am dead no pageant, . woes love a, . traitor, arrant as any, . love treason but hate the, . traitors, fears do make us, . our doubts are, . traitorous kiss, . trammel up the consequence, . trample on my days, . tramplings of three conquests, . trance, no nightly, . or breathed spell, no, . unimaginable, stood in, . tranquil life, to lead a, . mind, farewell the, . tranquillity, heaven was all, . of mind, . thou better name, . transatlantic commentator, . transcend our wonted themes, . transcendent moment, one, . transcribed, what is, . transfigures its golden hair, . transforms old print, . transgressors, way of, . transient chaste, early bright, . hour, catch the, . sorrows simple wiles, . transition, what seems so is, . transitory, action is, . translated, thou art, . translucent wave, glassy cool, . translunary things, . transmigration of the soul, . transmitter of a foolish face, . transmuted ill, sovereign o'er, . transmutes, subdues, . transport know, can ne'er a, . trappings and suits of woe, . of a monarchy, . traps, cupid kills some with, . trash, who steals my purse steals, . travail, labour for my, . travel is a part of education, . on life's common way, . thought the, long, . twelve stout miles, . travels, contemplation of my, . in divers paces, time, . travels' history, in my, . travelled in realms of gold, . life's dull round, . traveller from lima, . from new zealand, . from the zuyder zee, . lamp that lighted the, . now spurs the lated, . returns, bourne whence no, . travellers must be content, . travelleth, as one that, . travelling is to regulate imagination, . tray blanch and sweetheart, . treacle, fly that sips, . tread a measure with you, . again the scene, who would, . each other's heel, . in air, seem to, . on classic ground, . the globe, all that, . upon another's heel, one woe, . where angels fear to, . where'er we, . treads alone some banquet-hall, . so light the grass stoops not, . treason can but peep, . corporations cannot commit, . doth never prosper, . flourished over us, bloody, . has done his worst, . if this be, make the most of it, . like a deadly blight, . none dare call it, . treasons, is fit for, . treasure is, where your, . of his eyesight, . of our tongue, . rich the, . unsunned heaps of miser's, . what a, hadst thou, . treasures, apollo's pythian, . hath he not always, . heaven's best, . in heaven, . love light and calm thoughts, . sea-born, fetched my, . up a wrong, him who, . treatise, rouse at a dismal, . treble, turning again toward childish, . tree, aye sticking in a, . come to the sunset, . die at the top like that, . falleth, where the, . friendship is a sheltering, . fruit of that forbidden, . garden of liberty's, . give me again my hollow, . green leaves on a thick, . hale green, . i planted, thorns of the, . in the wide waste, a, . is inclined, as the twig is bent the, . is known by his fruit, . leaf is on the, . light on tower and, . like a green bay, . near his fav'rite, . 'neath yon crimson, . of deepest root is found, . of liberty, . of life, the middle tree, . spare the beechen, . things done in a green, . too happy happy, . under a sycamore, . under the greenwood, . woodman spare that, . zaccheus he did climb the, . trees, blossoms in the, . bosomed high in tufted, . brotherhood of venerable, . drop tears as arabian, . just hid with, . like leaves on, . promontory with, . tall ancestral, . tongues in, . unto the root of the, . trelawney die, and shall, . tremble for my country, i, . like a guilty thing, . my firm nerves shall never, . see my lips, . thou wretch, . when i wake, . while they gaze, angels, . trembles, satan, . too, turning, . tremblers, boding, . trenchant blade, . trencherman, a very valiant, . tresses fair, insnare, . like the morn, . whitening lip and fading, . trial by juries, . triangular holes and persons, . tribe increase, may his, . is the badge of all our, . richer than all his, . were god almighty's gentlemen, . tribes, formed of two mighty, . that slumber in its bosom, . tribute, laid all nature under, . not one cent for, . of a sigh, the passing, . of a smile, vain, . trick of our english nation, . of singularity, . when in doubt win the, . worth two of that, i know a, . tricks, his tenures and, . in plain and simple faith, . plays such fantastic, . shaped for sportive, . such, hath strong imagination, . that are vain, . trident, flatter neptune for his, . tried each art, . little knowest that hast not, . patient though sorely, . save he whose heart hath, . thou that hast not, . to blame that has been, . to live without him, . without consent bin only, . tries, knows not till he, . trifle, as 't were a careless, . think naught a, . trifles light as air, . make life, . make the sum of human things, . seeks painted, . snapper-up of unconsidered, . win us with honest, . trim, dressed in all his, . gardens, in, . gilded vessel in gallant, . he that shot so, . meadows, . reckoning, . that shoots so, . trip it as you go, . trissotin, half, . triton blow his wreathed horn, . of the minnows, hear you this, . triumph advances, chief in, . in redeeming love, . pedestaled in, . pursue the, . triumphal arch, . triumphant death, . faith, o'er our fears, . triumphed, jehovah has, . over time, . trivet, right as a, . trivial fond records, . round the common task, . things, contests rise from, . trod, proper men as ever, . trodden out, little fire is quickly, . the wine-press alone, . trojans, the distant, . troop, farewell the plumed, . troops of error, charged the, . of friends, love obedience, . trope, out there flew a, . trophies, need not raise, . unto the enemies of truth, . tropic, under the, . troth, not break my, . time tries the, in everything, . troubadour, gayly the, . trouble, double toil and, . man is born unto, . of few days and full of, . our days begin with, . present help in, . remedy for every, . war is toil and, . why all this toil and, . troubles, against a sea of, . of the brain, the written, . peck of, . troubled air, meteor to the, . let not your heart be, . like a fountain, . waters, fish in, . with thick-coming fancies, . troublesome disguises, . troublest me, thou, . troubling, wicked cease from, . trousers, steam-engine in, . trowel, laid on with a, . troy, astyanax the hope of, . divine, tale of, . doubted, heard, . fired another, . half his, was burnt, . heard, doubted, . laid in ashes, . where is, . troy's proud glories, . truant, aged ears play, at his tales, . husband should return, . truckle-bed, honour's, . trudged along unknowing, . true amphitryon, . and honourable wife, . are you good men and, . as fate, . as steel, , . as the dial to the sun, . as the needle to the pole, . battled for the, . beginning of our end, . blue, presbyterian, . dare to be, . easy to be, . good to be honest and, . hearts lie withered, . hope is swift, . i have married her, . if england to itself rest, . like the needle, . love, course of, never did run smooth, . love is like ghosts, . man's apparel, every, . nature the first cause of the, . nothing, but heaven, . patriots all, . perfection, praise and, . so tender and so, . strange but, . tender and, douglas, . 't is pity and pity 't is 't is true, . to one party, . to the kindred points of heaven, . to thine own self be, . too good to be, . use of speech, . way to be deceived, . whatsoever things are, . true-fixed and resting quality, . truepenny, art thou there, . truly loved never forgets, . trump, shrill, . trumpery, with all their, . trumpet give an uncertain sound, . moved more than with a, . shifted his, . sound the, beat the drums, . sounds to horse, . the thing became a, . trumpets, never heard the sound of, . silver snarling, . trumpet-tongued, angels, . trumps, if dirt was, . truncheon, the marshal's, . trundle-tail, tike or, . trust all and be deceived, better, . all power is a, . government is a, . in all things high, . in god is our, . in god, put your, . in princes, put not your, . in providence, put your, . magistracy is a great, . no agent, . no future howe'er pleasant, . no man on his oath, . no man without a conscience, . old friends to, . somehow good will be, . soothed by an unfaltering, . takes in, our youth, . woman's faith and woman's, . trusts, offices are public, . public, . trusted, let no such man be, . trustees, officers of government are, . trusty drouthy crony, . truth and daylight meet, . and noonday light to thee, . and pure delight, heirs of, . and shame the devil, , . and soberness, words of, . authority and show of, . basis of every, . be in the field, so, . born to inquire after, . bright countenance of, . crushed to earth, . denies all eloquence to woe, . doubt, to be a liar, . enemies of, . fiction lags after, . forever on the scaffold, . from his lips prevailed, . from pole to pole, spread the, . great is, and mighty, . great ocean of, . has such a face, . hath a quiet breast, . he ought to die for, . her glorious precepts draw, . his utmost skill, . i will be harsh as, . impossible to be soiled, . in every shepherd's tongue, . in masquerade, . in the light of, . in the strife of, . in wine there is, . increase to her, . is always strange, . is beauty beauty is truth, . is its handmaid, . is precious and divine, . is the handmaid of justice, . is the highest thing, . is truth, . lend her noblest fires, . lie which is half a, . lies deep down, . lies like, . makes free, whom the, . man never harmed by, . may be, tell how the, . may bear all lights, . mercy and, are met together, . miscalled simplicity, . mournful, . nature is styled, . not to be spoken at all times, . nothing so powerful as, . nothing so strange as, . ocean of, all undiscovered, . of a song, swear to the, . of history, . of truths is love, . on the scaffold, . one, is clear, . one way possible of speaking, . pardon error but love, . patriot, . purity and, eternal joy, . put to the worse, . quenched the open, . ridicule the test of, . sanctified by, . seeming, . severe by fairy fiction drest, . shall be thy warrant, . shall ever come uppermost, . shall make you free, . simple, his utmost skill, . so pure of old, kept thy, . sole judge of, . speak as much as i dare, . speak every man, . speech is, . statesman yet friend to, . stooped to, . stranger than fiction, . strife of, with falsehood, . the brilliant frenchman never knew, . the poet sings, this is, . the test of ridicule, . there is no, in him, . throughout the world, . time brings increase to her, . time trieth truth, . time will teach thee soon the, . to side with, is noble, . urge him with, . vantage ground of, . we know, by the heart, . well known to most, . whispering tongues can poison, . who having unto, . will come to sight, . will sometimes lend her noblest fires, . with gold she weighs, . with him who sings, . with the emblem of, . would you teach, . truths as refined as athens heard, . discovery of divine, . divine came mended from that tongue, . electrify the sage, whose, . fictions like to, . great, are portions of the soul, . i tell, believe the, . instruments of darkness tell us, . refined as ever athens heard, . that wake to perish never, . to be self-evident, . two, are told, . which are not for all men, . who feel great, . truth's, thy country's thy god's and, . try first then call in god, . men's souls, times that, . our fortunes, ready to, . the man, let the end, . tub, tale of a, . to the whale, fling a, . upon its own bottom, every, . tufted crow-toe, . trees, bosomed high in, . tug of war, then was the, . tugged with fortune, . tully's curule chair, . tumble, another, . ready with every nod to, . tumours of a troubled mind, . tumult of the soul, . tune, bells jangled out of, . incapable of a, . memory plays an old, . nature's heart in, . of flutes, . our voices keep, . out of, above the pitch, . should keep so long in, . singeth a quiet, . to sing the same, . tunes, devil have all the good, . turbans, white silken, . turbulence eludes the eye, . turf, at his head a green grass, . beneath their feet, . green be the, above thee, . green grassy, . of fresh earth, smell to a, . oft on the dappled, . that wraps their clay, . turk, base phrygian, . bear like the, . out-paramoured the, . turkman's rest, cheers the, . turn and fight another day, . at need, good, . backward o time, . each thing his, does hold, . of the tide, . one good, asketh another, . over a new leaf, , . the smallest worm will, . your hand to anything, . turning trembles too, . turnips, man who, cries, . turns at the touch of joy, . with ceaseless pain, . turph, peter, . turrets of the land, . turtle, love of the, . voice of the, is heard, . twain, if, be away, , . twal, short hour ayont the, . tweed, at york 't is on the, . tweedledum and tweedledee, . twelve, cristes lore and his apostles, . good men into a box, . good rules, the, . honest men have decided, . in the sworn, . miles from a lemon, . stout miles, might travel, . tongue of midnight hath told, . years ago i was a boy, . twenty bokes clothed in black, . days are now, long as, . kiss me sweet and, . more such names, . mortal murders, . worlds, should conquer, . twenty-one, in the confidence of, . the minor pants for, . twice read, what is, . twice-told tale, life is tedious as a, , . twig is bent, just as the, . twilight dews are falling fast, . dews, no, . disastrous, . fair, as stars of, . gray in sober livery, . lets her curtain down, . of the heart, an evening, . repairing, when at, . soft and dim, . twilights, her dusky hair like, . twilight's curtain, . twin brethren, great, . happiness was born a, . twins even from the birth, . twinkling of a star, but the, . of an eye, in the, , . twitch quick as lightning, . 'twixt two boundless seas, . two clouds at morning, i saw, . eternities, past and future, . handles, everything hath, . hands upon the breast, . heads better than one, . hearts in one, . hearts that beat as one, . irons in the fire, . lovely berries on one stem, . narrow words _hic jacet_, . of a trade can never agree, . of that, trick worth, . pale feet crossed in rest, . sides to every question, . single gentlemen rolled in one, . souls with a single thought, . strings to his bow, . truths are told, . voices are there, . two-and-seventy stenches, . twofold image, we saw a, . two-handed engine, . two-headed janus, . two-legged animal, man is a, . thing a son, . type, careful of the, . of the wise who soar, . of thee, ferdinand mendez pinto was but a, . types of things, loose, . typical of strife, clubs, . tyrannous to use it like a giant, . tyranny begins, where law ends, . tyrant, beautiful, . custom, the, . of his fields, . tyrants, be wasted for, . ever sworn the foe to, . from policy, kings will be, . necessity the argument of, . rebellion to, . watered by the blood of, . tyrant's plea, necessity the, . ugliest of trades, . ugly and venomous, the toad, . sights, so full of, . ultimate angels' law, . ultimum moriens of respectability, . umbered face, sees the other's, . una with her milk-white lamb, . unadorned, adorned the most, when, . unalienable rights, . unalterable days, the, . unaneled, disappointed, . unanimity is wonderful, their, . unapprehended inspiration, . unassuming commonplace, . unattained, the far-off, . unattempted yet in prose, . unavenged, insults, . scipio's ghost walks, . unaware, i blessed them, . unawares, like instincts, . unawed by influence, . unblemished let me live, . unblessed, every inordinate cup is, . unborn ages, ye, . unborrowed from the eye, . unbought grace of life, . health, hunt in fields for, . unbounded courage, . stomach, man of an, . unbribed by gain, . unburied men, bodies of, . uncertain, comes and goes, the world, . coy and hard to please, . glory of an april day, . paper, certain portion of, . the visible for the, . voyage, life's, . uncertainty, certainty for an, . cloaca of, . of the law, glorious, . unchained strength, the giant's, . unchanging law of god, . uncharitableness, all, . uncheered by hope, . uncle me no uncle, . unclean lips, man of, . unclouded ray, whose, . unclubable man, a very, . uncoffined and unknown, . uncompromising as justice, . unconditional surrender, . unconfined, let joy be, . unconning, thou art so, . unconquerable mind, , . will and study of revenge, . unconquered steam, . will, star of the, . unconscious of decays, age, . unconsidered trifles, snapper-up of, . uncreated night, . uncreating word, before thy, . unction, flattering, . undazzled eyes, . undefyled, well of english, . undepressed in size, . under the rose, . underlings, we are, . underneath his feet he cast, . this sable hearse, . this stone doth lie, . understand, believe what they least, . understanding and wisdom, . candle of, . dupe of the heart, . for thy more sweet, . give it an, but no tongue, . god gives, . joke into a scotch, . more, than my teachers, . not obliged to find you an, . passeth all, . to direct, . with all thy getting get, . understood, harmony not, . her by her sight, . the interpreter hardest to be, . undervalue me, if she, . undescribable, describe the, . undeserved praise, . undevout astronomer is mad, . undiscovered country, . undisputed thing, . undivulged crimes, . undone, another victory we are, . his country, they 've, . if we are known we are, . if we had not been undone, . in another fight i were, . to want to be, . widow, some, . widows, thousands of, . wrong-doer that has left something, . undreamed shores, . undress, fair, best dress, . her gentle limbs did she, . uneasy lies the head, . light, remnant of, . uneffectual fire, 'gins to pale his, . unessential, irrecognition of the, . unexercised, virtue, . unexpected always happens, the, . death the best, . unexpressed, uttered or, . unexpressive she, fair chaste and, . unextinguished laughter, , . unfaltering trust, . unfashionable, lamely and, . unfathomed caves of ocean, . unfeathered two-legged thing, . unfeeling for his own, . unfed sides, . unfinished, deformed, . unfirm, more giddy and, . unfit, for all things, . for ladies' love, . to sink or soar, . unfold, i could a tale, . unfolds both heaven and earth, . unforgiving eye, . unformed occident, . unfortunate by a calamity, . miss bailey, . one more, . unfriended melancholy slow, . unfriendly to society, . unfruitful, invention is, . unfurnished, head to be let, . ungalled play, the hart, . ungracious pastors, . ungrateful, man who is, . unhabitable downs, . unhand me gentlemen, . unhandsome corse, a slovenly, . unhanged, not three good men, . unhappy far-off things, . folks on shore, . never so, as we suppose, . none but the great, . none think the great, . what the happy owe to the, . unheard by the world, . unheeded flew the hours, . unholy blue, eyes of, . unhonoured and unsung, . his relics are laid, . years, laden with, . unhouseled, disappointed, . un-idea'd girls, . unimaginable trance, . unintelligible world, this, . uninterred, he lies, . union, flag of our, . fragments of a once glorious, . here of hearts, there is no, . in partition, . indestructible, . is perfect, our, . liberty and, now and forever, . music of the, keep step to the, . must be preserved, our federal, . of hearts union of hands, . of lakes union of lands, . of states none can sever, . our federal, . sail on o, strong and great, . with his native sea, . unison, some chord in, . united we stand, . yet divided, . uniting we stand, . unity, god is, . on earth, confound all, . to dwell together in, . universal blank, . cure, cheap and, . darkness buries all, . good, partial evil, . grin, nature wears one, . peace, uproar the, . world, in the, . universe, better ordering of the, . born for the, . forsakes thee, . glory and shame of the, . god is the creator of the, . harmony of the, . is change, . loves to create, . made up of all that is, one, . nature of the, . vast, scenes for a theatre, . university of these days, . unjust peace before a just war, . to nature and himself, . unkind as man's ingratitude, . when givers prove, . unkindest cut of all, the most, . unkindness, i tax not you with, . unknelled uncoffined, . unknowing what he sought, . unknown and like esteemed, . and silent shore, . argues yourselves, . forms of things, . it is good to love the, . she lived, . thus let me live, unseen, . to fortune and to fame, . too early seen, . unlamented let me die, . unlearn not what you have learned, . unlearned, amaze the, . men of books, . their wants may view, . unless above himself he can erect himself, . unlessoned girl unschooled, . unlettered small-knowing soul, . unlineal hand, with an, . unlooked for, she comes, . unmannerly untaught knaves, . unmarried, primroses die, . unmask her beauty to the moon, . unmeasured by flight of years, . unmerciful disaster, . unmoving finger, his slow, . unmusical to the volscians' ears, . unnatural, nothing is, . unnumbered woes, . unpack my heart with words, . unpaid-for silk, rustling in, . unpathed waters undreamed shores, . unperceived decay, melts in, . shade softening in shade, . unpitied sacrifice, . unrespited, unreprieved, . unpleasant body, moist, . people, leaving, . unpleasantest words, . unpleasing sharps, . unpolluted flesh, fair and, . unpractised unschooled, . unpremeditated verse, . unpresumptuous eye, . unprofitable, fretful stir, . stale flat and, . unprofitably burns, our oil, . unpurchased hand, with, . unreal mockery hence, . unreclaimed blood, . unredressed, wrongs, . unreflected light, . unrelenting foe to love, . hate, juno's, . unremembered acts, . unrespited unpitied unreprieved, . unrest or noyance, . unresting sea, life's, . unreturning brave, . unrighteous man his thoughts, . unripened beauties, . unruly evil, tongue is an, . member, . unschooled unpractised, . unseasonable, the insupportable is, . unseen, born to blush, . walk the earth, . unsighed for past, . unskilful laugh, make the, . unsought be won, . is better, love given, . unspoken, what to leave, . unspotted life is old age, . lily, a most, . unstable as water, . fortune is, . unsuccessful or successful war, . unsung, unwept unhonoured, . unsunned heaps of treasure, . snow, chaste as, . unsuspected isle in the far seas, . untainted, heart, . untaught knaves, he called them, . unthinking idle wild, . time, quaffing and, . untimely death, . frost, death's, . grave, , . graves, emblems of, . unto dying eyes, . the pure all things are pure, . untravelled, my heart, . untrewe, tellen his tale, . untrodden ways, among the, . untune that string, . untutored mind, . untwined me from the mass of deeds, . untwisting all the chains, . unused, fust in us, . to the melting mood, . unutterable things, looked, . unutterably bright stars, . unvalued jewels, . unvarnished tale, a round, . unveiled her peerless light, . unvexed with cares of gain, . unwashed artificer, another lean, . unwearied spirit, . unwelcome news, bringer of, . unwept unhonoured and unsung, . unwhipped of justice, . unwilling ploughshare, . unwillingly to school, creeping, . unwomanly rags, woman in, . unworthy a religious man, . spurns of the, . unwritten and written law, . unwrung, our withers are, . up and doing, let us be, . game is, . in my bed now, . my friend and quit your books, . rose emilie, . rose the sonne, . stairs into the world, . with you, it is, . upbraiding shore, buried by the, . upland lawn, sun upon the, . upmost round, attains the, . upon the platform, . this hint i spake, . upper ten thousand, . upper-crust, they are all, . upright, god hath made man, . keel, she steadies with, . man, behold the, . uproar, sand and wild, . the universal peace, . upstairs and downstairs, . upturned faces, sea of, , . urania govern thou my song, . urge him with truth, . no healths, . urges sweet return, retirement, . urn, bubbling and loud-hissing, . can storied, . day fills his blue, . fancy's pictured, . life from its mysterious, . mouldering, . of poverty, penny in the, . urns, fire in antique roman, . in their golden, draw light, . lamps in old sepulchral, . rule our spirits from their, . urs, those dreadful, . use almost can change the stamp of nature, . both thanks and, . doth breed a habit in a man, . him as though you loved him, . of nature, against the, . of speech, the true, . remote from common, . soiled with all ignoble, . strained from that fair, . them kindly they rebel, . things beyond all, . uses of adversity, sweet are the, . of this world, . to what base, we may return, . used to a thing, . useless if it goes as if it stands, . to excel where none admire, . ushers in the even, full star that, . utica, no pent-up, . utility, laws of beauty and, . utmost need, deserted at his, . utterance, give them voice and, . of the early gods, . uttered knowledge, . or unexpressed, . uttermost parts of the sea, . vacancies by death are few, . by resignation none, . vacancy, bend your eye on, . gloomy calm of idle, . vacant chair, one, . garments, stuffs out his, . interlunar cave, . mind a mind distressed, . mind and body filled, . mind quite, . mind, that spoke the, . vacation, conscience have, . vacuity of thought, . vagrom men, comprehend all, . vain as the leaf upon the stream, . beauty is, . call it not, . did she conjure me, in, . fantasy, nothing but, . i only know we loved in, . is the help of man, . my weary search, . pomp and glory of this world, . seals of love but sealed in, . splendour dazzles in, . time toiled after him in, . to love in, . to tell thee all i feel, . was the chief's pride, . wisdom all, . wishes stilled, be my, . vale, meanest floweret of the, . of life, sequestered, , . of pain, pleasures in the, . of tears, beyond this, . of years, declined into the, . where bright waters meet, . yon taper cheers the, . vales, pyramids in, . the delphian, . valentine's day, to-morrow is, . valet, no one a hero to his, . valet-de-chambre, my, is not aware, . valiant, all the brothers were, . and cunning in fence, . but not too venturous, . man and free, . taste death but once, . the reproof, . thou little, great in villany, . trencher-man, a very, . valley, lord of the, . of death, all in the, . of decision, . so sweet, . valleys and rocks never heard, . hills and, dales and fields, . vallombrosa, brooks in, . valour formed, for contemplation and, . given, angel hands to, . is certainly going, my, . is oozing out, my, . is sneaking off, my, . the better part of, . valuable, what is, is not new, . value, being lost we rack the, . learning has its, . van, in the battle's, . vandunck, mynheer, . vanilla of society, . vanish like lightning, . vanished hand, touch of a, . vanishings blank misgivings, . vanities of earth, fuming, . of life forego, . vanity, all is, , . all others are but, . and vexation of spirit, . fair, beareth the name of, . in years, . lighter than, , . man is altogether, . men of low degree are, . of this wicked world, . of vanities, . vanquished, e'en though, . vantage best have took, . coign of, . vantage-ground of truth, . vapour melting in a tear, . of a dungeon, . sometime like a bear, . vapours, congregation of, . variable as the shade, . lest thy love prove, . varied god, are but the, . year, to rule the, . variety is the spice of life, . men pleased with, . nor custom stale her infinite, . order in, . pleasure unseasoned by, . various, a man so, . are the tastes of men, . bustle of resort, . earth was made so, . his employments, . varying verse, to join the, . vase, you may shatter the, . vassal tides, . vast and middle of the night, . antres, and deserts idle, . expense, maintained at, . is art, so, . vasty deep, spirits from the, . vault, deep damp, . fretted, the long-drawn aisle, . heaven's ebon, . makes this, a feasting presence, . mere lees is left this, . of all the capulets, . vaulted with such ease, . vaulting ambition, . vaward of our youth, . veering gait, when his, . vehemence of youth, fiery, . veil is unremoved, whose, . no mortal ever took up my, . veils her sacred fires, . spirits clad in, . vein, cambyses', . i am not in the, . it checks no, . this is ercles', . when the heart is in a, . venerable men from a former generation, . trees, brotherhood of, . veneration but no rest, . vengeance, big with, . waits on wrong, . vengeful blade, . veni vidi vici, . venice, i stood in, . once was dear, . sate in state, where, . venom, bubbling, . himself, all, . venomous, toad ugly and, . ventered life an' love an' youth, . ventricle of memory, begot in the, . vents in mangled forms, . venture, nought, nought have, , . ventures in one bottom, . or lose our, . venturous, not too, . venus sets ere mercury can rise, . the grecian, . ver, primrose first-born child of, . veracity increases with old age, . verbosity, thread of his, . verdure, spreads the fresh, . vere de vere, caste of, . verge enough, ample room and, . enough for more, . of heaven, quite in the, . of her confine, . of the churchyard mould, . vermeil-tinctured lip, . vernal bloom or summer's rose, . morn, suns that gild the, . seasons of the year, . wood, one impulse from a, . versailles, dauphiness at, . verse, accomplishment of, . cheered with ends of, . cursed be the, . happy who in his, . herself inspires, decorate the, . hitches in a rhyme slides into, . hoarse rough, . married to immortal, , . may find him, a, . my gentle, . octosyllabic, . one, for sense, . one, for the other's sake, . or two, to write a, . sweetens toil, . the subject of all, . the varying, . thy rare gold song of, . unpremeditated, . who says in, . will seem prose, . verses, false gallop of, . quire of bad, . rhyme the rudder is of, . versed in books, deep, . very like a whale, . vessel, one, unto honour, . the gilded, goes, . wife the weaker, . vessels large may venture more, . vestal modesty, pure and, . vestal's lot, blameless, . vesture of decay, this muddy, . veteran, superfluous lags the, . veterans rewards, the world its, . vex not his ghost, . the brain, researches, . vexation of spirit, . vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man, . viaticum of old age, . vibrates in the memory, music, . vibrations, to deaden its, . vicar of the almightie lord, . vice, amusements prevent, . by action dignified, . distinction between virtue and, . encourage no, . end in sight was a, . gathered every, . good old-gentlemanly, . is a monster, . is sold, almost every, . itself lost half its evil, . of fools, never-failing, . of old age, a common, . pays to virtue, the homage, . prevails, when, . some tincture of, in the best virtue, . that reverend, . virtue itself turns, . vices disguised, virtues are, . hannibal had many, . ladder of our, . our pleasant, . small, do appear, . wallets for our, . vicious and virtuous, . vicissitudes in all things, . man used to, . of fortune, . of sects and religions, . of things, the sad, , . victims play, the little, . priests altars, . victor exult, shall, . victors, to the, belong the spoils, . victories, after a thousand, . peace hath her, . victorious, o'er a' the ills o' life, . wreaths, bound with, . victory, a cadmean, . follows in its train, . grave where is thy, , . if not, is yet revenge, . it was a famous, . of endurance born, . or death, resolved on, . or westminster abbey, . undone by another, . vienna, congress of, dances, . looker-on here in, . view, keep probability in, . landscape tire the, . me with a critic's eye, . order gave each thing, . that mocks me with the, . with extensive, . views of happiness, distant, . of themselves, interested, . viewless winds, imprisoned in, . vigil long, patient search and, . on the green, keep their, . vigils keep, poets painful, . vigilance, eternal, . vigilant, be sober be, . vigour, dies in youth and, . from the limb, . is in our immortal soul, . press on with, . relents, my, . vile, durance, . guns, but for these, . hold to stay him up, . ill-favoured faults, . man that mourns, . nought so, that on the earth doth live, . only man is, . squeaking of the fife, . vilest sinner may return, . village bells, music of those, . cock, early, . hampden, some, . less than islington, . maiden sings, . sweet auburn loveliest, . villain and he be miles asunder, . condemns me for a, . hungry lean-faced, . ne'er a, in all denmark, . one murder made a, . smile and be a, . smiling damned, . villains by necessity, . march wide, the, . villanies, sum of all, . villanous company, . low, foreheads, . saltpetre, . smell, rankest compound of, . villany, clothe my naked, . great in, thou little valiant, . you teach me i will execute, . villatic fowl, tame, . vindicate the ways of god, . vine, the gadding, . thou monarch of the, . under his, and fig-tree, . vines, bosomed deep in, . foxes that spoil the, . vinegar saltness and oil agree, . vinegar-cruet, neck of a, . vintage of abi-ezer, . violence, blown with restless, . perseverance more prevailing than, . violent delights have violent ends, . over civil or over, . violently if they must, . violet by a mossy stone, . glowing, . here and there a, . in the youth of primy nature, . of his native land, . oxlips and the nodding, . throw a perfume on the, . violets blew, roses red and, . blue, daisies pied and, . breathes upon a bank of, . dim but sweeter than the lids of juno's eyes, . europe's, faintly sweet, . i would give you some, . plucked, , . roses lilies and, . sicken, when sweet, . spring from her fair flesh, . virgil, rome can claim, . virgin me no virgins, . sword, flesh his, . thorn, withering on the, . virgins are soft as the roses, . virgin's sidelong looks, bashful, . virginian, i am not a, . virginity, power o'er true, . virtue, admiration of, . all that are lovers of, . alone is happiness, . ambition the soldier's, . as wax to flaming youth, . assume a, if you have it not, . blushing is the colour of, . blushing is the complexion of, . could see to do what virtue would, . crime called, . distinction between vice and, . feeble were, if, . for which all, now is sold, . forbearance ceases to be a, . fugitive and cloistered, . god gives to every man the, . golden through and through, . grace and, are within, . has difficulties to wrestle with, . has its degrees, . heaven but tries our, . homage vice pays to, . humility is a, . in exchange for wealth, . in her shape how lovely, . is bold goodness never fearful, . is its own reward, . is like a rich stone, . is like precious odours, . is sufficient for happiness, . is the chief good in life, . itself 'scapes not, . itself turns vice, . linked with one, . lovers of, all that are, . makes the bliss, . men of most renowned, . more, than doth live, . most in request is conformity, . much, in if, . must go through, brake that, . nobility is the only, . no man's, nor sufficiency, . now is sold, . of a sacrament, . of humility, . of necessity, to make a, , , . of the soul, justice a, . only makes our bliss below, . outbuilds the pyramids, . passes current over the world, . progressive, approving heaven, . requires a rough and stormy passage, . royalty of, . seek, for its own sake, . she finds too painful, . some fall by, . some mark of, . successful crime called, . that possession would not show, . the first, if thou wilt lere, . then we find the, . though in rags, . thousand crimes and one, . tincture of vice in the best, . under heaven, every, . wars that make ambition, . with whom revenge is, . virtues, all heavenly, shoot, . be to her, very kind, . but vices disguised, . curse all his, . did not go forth of us, if our, . friend to her, . hannibal had mighty, . is it a world to hide, in, . nothing could surpass her in, . pearl chain of all, . powers dominations, . spring of, . to sustain good fortune, . waste thyself upon thy, . we write in water, . will plead like angels, . virtue's ferme land, . guide, this maxim be my, . manly cheek, . side, his failings leaned to, . virtuous actions, . all the sisters, . and noble education, . and vicious every man, . because thou art, . deeds, blessings wait on, . deeds, matter for, . if a man be, withal, . liberty, hour of, . life, walk of, . man, slumbers of the, . marcia towers above her sex, . outrageously, . soul, only a sweet and, . who that is most, . woman's counsel, . world to hide, . virtuousest discreetest best, . virtuously, many daughters have done, . visage, devotion's, . in his mind, saw othello's, . lean body and, . on his bold, . visages do cream and mantle, . visible for the uncertain, . no light but darkness, . vision, a more delightful, . and the faculty divine, . baseless fabric of this, . beatific, enjoyed in, . clear dream and solemn, . feminine, dazzles the, . i took it for a faery, . never dazzle the feminine, . of unfilled desire, . sensible to feeling, . where there is no, . write the, make it plain, . young men's, . visions, i have multiplied, . of glory, . young men shall see, . visit her face too roughly, . my sad heart, . o'er the globe, our annual, . visits like those of angels, , , . visitations daze the world, . visiting acquaintance, . visitings, compunctious, . visual nerve, . vital in every part, . spark of heavenly flame, . vixerunt fortes ante agamemnona, . vocal spark instinct with music, . voices, singers with, . vocation, 't is my, . to labour in his, . vociferation, in sweet, . vociferous, vocal voices most, . voice and utterance, give them, . ascending high, my, . big manly, . bird shall carry the, . but a wandering, . cry sleep no more, i heard a, . each a mighty, . give few thy, . i sing with mortal, . in every wind, . in my dreaming ear, . in the street, uttereth her, . is jacob's voice, . is still for war, my, . joy is the sweet, . like a prophet's word, . living, sways the soul, . lost with singing of anthems, . love's familiar, . methought i heard a, . monstrous little, . more safe i sing with mortal, . my spirit can cheer, . of all the gods, . of charmers, . of god, daughter of the, . of gratitude, still small, . of nature cries, . of sea and mountains, . of sweetest tone, . of that wild horn, . of the hyena, . of the past, audible, . of the sluggard, . of the turtle is heard, . or hideous hum, . pleasing on their ear, his, . seasoned with a gracious, . so charming left his, . sole daughter of his, . sounds like a prophet's, . still small, . sweeter thy, . that is still, sound of a, . that wakens the slumbering ages, . the harmony of the world, . thrill of a happy, . was ever soft gentle and low, . watch-dog's, . without reply, . you cannot hear, i hear a, . voices, ancestral, . earth with her thousand, . keep tune and oars keep time, . lead, where airy, . most vociferous, . music when soft, die, . thank you for your, . two, are there, . your most sweet, . voiceful sea, swelling of the, . void, left an aching, . rapture to the dreary, . yawning, of the future, . volcano, dancing on a, . volscians in corioli, i fluttered your, . volscians' ears, unmusical to, . voltiger a painted vest had on, . voluble is his discourse, sweet and, . volume of my brain, book and, . small rare, . within that awful, . volumes from mine own library, . history with all her, . in folio, i am for whole, . voluptuous swell, music with its, . voluptuously surfeit out, . vomit, dog is turned to his, . votaress, imperial, passed on, . votaries, how the world rewards its, . votarist, like a sad, . vote, hand and heart to this, . that shakes the turrets of the land, . vow and not pay, . better thou shouldst not, . me no vows, . vows, lovers', seem sweet, . our, are heard betimes, . soul lends the tongue, . with so much passion, . vowels, open, tire the ear, . voyage, dry as the biscuit after a, . of their life, . voyaging through strange seas, . vulcan's stithy, foul as, . vulgar boil an egg, the, . deaths unknown to fame, . familiar but by no means, . flight of common souls, . the great, and the small, . vulgarity, the jacksonian, . vulgarize the day of judgment, . vulture, rage of the, . vultures, protection of, to lambs, . wad some power, oh, . wade through slaughter, . wades or creeps or flies, . waft a feather or to drown a fly, . me from distraction, . thy name beyond the sky, . wafted by thy gentle gale, . wafture of your hand, angry, . wag all, in hall where beards, . let the world, . wags, see how the world, . wager, opinions backed by a, . wagers, fools use arguments for, . lay no, . wages of sin is death, . wagon, hitch your, to a star, . wail, nothing to, . with old woes, new, . wailing winds and naked woods, . wain, wheels of phoebus', . waist, lover's arm around her, . round the slight, . wait a century for a reader, . to him who will but, . who only stand and, . waited for the train, . wake and call me early, . and sleep, still did, . and weep, here must i, . dream of those who, . if i should die before i, . thee, till angels, . to perish never, . tremble when i, . wakes, at country, . the bitter memory, . waked by the circling hours, . me too soon, you have, . she fled, i, . wakeful nightingale, . wakefulness, fail with, . wakens the slumbering ages, . waking bliss, certainty of, . man, dream of a, . morn of toil nor night of, . wales a portion, . walk about, foolery does, . beneath it steadfastly, . beyond the common, . by faith not by sight, . by moon or glittering starlight, . in fear and dread, . in silk attire, . into my parlour, . milky way or solar, . none durst, but he, . of art, every, . of virtuous life, . on wings, seem to, . the earth unseen, . under his huge legs, . while ye have the light, . with, pretty to, . with stretched-forth necks, . with you talk with you, . walks abroad, take my, . and shades, these happy, . benighted under midday sun, . echoing, between, . eye nature's, . happy, and shades, . in beauty like the night, . in king's bench, . o'er the dew, . the waters like a thing of life, . to-morrow, already, . unavenged amongst us, . up and down with me, . walked in glory, him who, . in paradise, . in thebes's streets, . straight out of the ark, . walketh in darkness, . walking and mincing as they go, . in an air of glory, . shadow, life 's but a, . wall, bores through his castle, . close the, up with our english dead, . feather bed betwixt a, . in the office of a, . of partition, middle, . weakest goes to the, . whitewashed, . walls, banners on the outward, . have ears, . peace be within thy, . stone, do not a prison make, . theatres porches, . wooden, of england, . wallace bled, scots wha hae wi', . waller was smooth, . wallets for our vices, . walnuts and the wine, . walton's heavenly memory, . wand, bright gold ring on her, . he walked with, . wander through eternity, . with me, come, . wandered by the brookside, . east i 've wandered west, . long in fancy's maze, . wanderers o'er eternity, . wandering, as the bird by, . mazes lost, in, . moon riding near, . on a foreign strand, . on as loth to die, . passenger, forlorn and, . steps and slow, . voice, but a, . wanderings of thy thought, . wanders heaven-directed, . want as an armed man, . exasperated into crime, . lonely, retired to die, . not what we wish but what we, . of a horse the rider was lost, . of a nail the shoe was lost, . of a shoe the horse was lost, . of decency is want of sense, . of heart, as well as, . of thought, evil wrought by, . of thought, whistled for, . of towns, elephants for, . of wealth, rich from very, . though much i, that most would have, . to be undonne, to, . wants but little, man, , . money means and content, . supply, his presence shall my, . that pinch the poor, . wanted a good word, never, . many an idle song, . one immortal song, . wanting, art found, . not, what is stolen, . the accomplishment of verse, . wanton boys that swim on bladders, . eyes, stretched-forth necks and, . stings and motions of the sense, . sweetness, witchingly instil a, . wiles, quips and cranks and, . wantoned with thy breakers, . wantonness in clothes, . war, aid after the, . blast of, blows in our ears, . brazen throat of, . by nature in a state of, . cause of a long ten years', . christ went agin, an' pillage, . circumstance of glorious, . corn is the sinews of, . delays are dangerous in, . even to the knife, . ez fer, i call it murder, . first in, first in peace, . first touch of liberty's, . flinty and steel couch of, . garland of the, . grim-visaged, . hand of, infection and the, . he sung is toil and trouble, . he who did well in, . in peace prepare for, . in time of peace thinks of, . is a game, . is still the cry, . its thousands slays, . law spoke too softly for, . let slip the dogs of, . magnificent but not, . man of peace and, . my sentence is for open, . my voice is still for, . neither learn, any more, . never was a good, . no discharge in that, . no room for second miscarriage in, . not with the dead, i, . of elements, amidst the, . or battle's sound, . peace no less renowned than, . pestilence and, . seeks its victims in the young, . sinews of, . spoils of, . squadrons and right form of, . storm of, was gone, . testament of bleeding, . the state of nature, . the study of a prince, . this is, . to be prepared for, . tug of, then was the, . unjust peace before a just, . unsuccessful or successful, . voices prophesying, . was in his heart, . weak defence in, . with honour as in, . wars and rumours of wars, . big, that make ambition virtue, . more pangs and fears than, . no sound of clashing, . noise of endless, . of kites or crows, . thousand, of old, . who does i' the, . war's glorious art, . red techstone, . warble his native wood-notes, . warbled to the string, . warbler of poetic prose, . warblers roam, where idle, . ward has no heart they say, . thou knowest my old, . warder of the brain, . ware, great bed at, . warm as ecstasy, . heart within, . without heating, . warmest welcome at an inn, . warms in the sun, . warmth, dear as the vital, . lack of kindly, . of its july, . soft ethereal, . warn comfort and command, . warning, at th' expected, . come without, . for a thoughtless man, . give little, . take from others, . wilderness of, . warp, weave the, . warrant, truth shall be thy, . warrior famoused for fight, . intrepid and unselfish, . taking his rest, like a, . warriors feel, stern joy that, . fierce fiery, . warres and faithful loves, . warsaw, order reigns in, . wash, dirty linen to, . her guilt away, . washed with morning dew, . washing his hands with invisible soap, . washington, america has furnished a, . is in the clear upper sky, . name of, shall shed an eternal glory, . washington's awful memory, . washingtonian dignity, the, . waste, affections run to, . haste maketh, . in the wide, is a tree, . its sweetness on the desert air, . long nights, . not the remnant of thy life, . ocean's melancholy, . of feelings unemployed, . of hopes laid, . of thought, thinking is idle, . thyself upon thy virtues, . wasted for tyrants, . some nine moons, . wasteful and ridiculous excess, . wasteth at noonday, . wasting in despair, . watch a mouse, as a cat would, . an idler is a, . authentic, is shown, . call the rest of the, . care keeps his, . each believes his own, . in every old man's eye, . in the night, . no eye to, no tongue to wound, . o'er man's mortality, . some must, while some sleep, . stars set their, in the sky, . that wants both hands, . the hour, do but, . whispers of each other's, . with more advised, . your opportunity, . watches, dictionaries are like, . judgments as our, . watch-dog's honest bark, . voice that bayed, . watched her breathing, . watcher of the skies, . watchful eye, guard me with a, . night, the, . watching thee from hour to hour, . watchman what of the night, . water and a crust, . at lodore, . brooks, hart panteth after, . but the desert, . but limns on, . conscious, saw its god, . continually dropping, . cup of, a little thing, . deeds writ in, . deepest in smoothest stream, . drink no longer, . drops, women's weapons, . earth hath bubbles as the, . glass of brandy and, . horse to the, . imperceptible, . in the rough rude sea, . in water, indistinct as, . made his mouth to, . milk and, . miller sees not all the, . more, glideth by the mill, . much, goeth by the mill, . name was writ in, . nectar and rocks pure gold, . ne'er left man in the mire, . rats and land rats, . sipped brandy and, . smooth runs the, . spilt on the ground, . thieves and land thieves, . this business will never hold, . travel by land or, . unstable as, . virtues we write in, . water everywhere, . went by, instead of land, . whole stay of, . waters, beside the still, . blood-dyed, . blood thicker than, . blue, fades o'er the, . cannot quench love, . cast thy bread upon the, . cold, to a thirsty soul, . do business in great, . dreadful noise of, in mine ears, . fish in troubled, . hell of, . meet, where the bright, . noise of many, . of the nile, . once more upon the, . o'er the glad, . rave, where the scattered, . rising world of, . she walks the, . stolen, are sweet, . unpathed, undreamed shores, . where the bright, meet, . wide as the, be, . words writ in, . waterloo, every man his, . watermen look astern while they row, . row one way and look another, . watery deep, plough the, . wattle, did you ever hear of capt., . wave, all sunk beneath the, . break of the, . cool translucent, . fountain's murmuring, . life on the ocean, . long may it, . munich all thy banners, . of life kept heaving, . of the ocean, . o' the sea, i wish you a, . so dies a, along the shore, . spangling the, . succeeds a wave, . while the sea rolls its, . winning, deserving note, . with dimpled face, . waves, amidst a sea of, . are brightly glowing, . bound beneath me, . britannia rules the, . can roll, wherever, . come as the, come, . dashed high, the breaking, . lapsing, on quiet shores, . nothing save the, and i, . o'er the mountain, . proud, be stayed, . sea rolls its, . went high, when the, . were rough, when the, . what are the wild, saying, . whist, the wild, . with roots deep set, . waved her lily hand, . wavering, more longing, . wax, my heart is, to be moulded, . to flaming youth, virtue be as, . to receive marble to retain, . way, adorns and cheers our, . as birds i see my, . but how carve, . dim and perilous, , . eftest, . face is like the milky, . freed his soul the nearest, . glory leads the, . glory shows the, . god moves in a mysterious, . guide my lonely, . heaven's wide pathless, . home, the next, . home, the shortest, . homeward plods his weary, . i am going a long, . in such a solemn, . let the wicked forsake his, . life's common, . lion in the, there is a, . long is the, and hard, . longest, round, . madness lies that, . man's heart deviseth his, . marshall'st me the, . mind my compass and my, . narrow is the, . no t' other side the, . noiseless tenor of their, . of all flesh, . of all the earth, . of bargain, in the, . of kindness, save in the, . of life, my, . of transgressors, . on their winding, . one, possible of speaking truth, . out of his wreck, . parting of the, . permit nature to take her, . pretty fanny's, . she dances such a, . small to greater must give, . solar walk or milky, . something given that, . sordid, he wends, . steep and thorny, to heaven, . tenor of his, . that milky, which nightly, . through eden took their, . through many a weary, . to be deceived, . to dusty death, . to heaven, all the, . to heaven led the, . to hit a woman's heart, . to parish church, plain as, . we will precede lead the, . where is the good, . where prudence points the, . which, i fly is hell, . which, shall i fly, . which, the wind is, . which, they walk, . wide is the gate broad the, . wisdom finds a, . working out its, . ways, amend your, . among the untrodden, . cheerful, of men, . fortune hath divers, . god fulfils himself in many, . hundred and fifty, . newest kind of, . of glory, trod the, . of god, just are the, . of god to man, vindicate the, . of god to men, justify the, . of heaven, just are the, . of her household, . of hoar antiquity, . of honour, the perfect, . of men, far from the, . of pleasantness, . of the gods full of providence, . shadow falls both, . stand ye in the, . the heart doth reveal, . that are dark, . to lengthen our days, . torture ten thousand, . travel on life's common, . wandered all our, . wayfaring men, . wayward and tetchy, . sisters depart in peace, . we are men my liege, . are ne'er like angels, . never mention her, . weak against the strong, . and beggarly elements, . and despised old man, . concessions of the, . fine by defect and delicately, . minds led captive, . overcome the strong, . protest of the, . the flesh is, . to be a sinner, too, . to be, is miserable, . women went astray, if, . weaker vessel, as unto the, . weakest bodies, strongest works in, . goes to the wall, . kind of fruit, . weakness, amiable, . strength perfect in, . stronger by, . weaknesses, amiable, . weal, prayer for others', . the public, . wealth, accumulates, where, . and commerce, . and freedom reign, . boundless his, . by any means get, . e'er gave, all that, . excess of, is cause of covetousness, . excludes but one evil, . genuine and less guilty, . get place and, . ignorance of, his best riches, . loss of, is loss of dirt, . of ormus and of ind, . of seas the spoils of war, . of the indies, . preferring to eternal praise, . private credit is, . rich from want of, . shade that follows, . that sinews bought, . virtue in exchange for, . wealthy and wise, healthy, . curled darlings, . weans in their bed, are the, . weapon, satire 's my, . still as snowflakes, . weapons, women's, water-drops, . wear a crown, sweet to, . a face of joy, . a golden sorrow, . a lion's hide, . motley 's the only, . not much the worse for, . out than rust out, better, . wearers of rings and chains, . weariest worldly life, . weariness can snore, . may toss him, . of the flesh, . wearing, worse for the, . wearisome condition, . wears a hood, drink with him that, . weary and old with service, . and worn, with fingers, . be at rest, there the, . bones, come to lay his, . of breath, one more unfortunate, . of conjectures, i am, . of toil and of tears, . stale flat and unprofitable, . with disasters, . weasel, it is like a, . weather, fair, out of the north, . many can brook the, . through pleasant and cloudy, . will be fair for the sky is red, . wind or, nought cared for, . weathercock on a steeple, . weathered the storm, . weave the warp, . weaver's shuttle, swifter than a, . web from their own entrails spin, . in middle of her, . like the stained, . of our life is of mingled yarn, . tangled, we weave, . that whitens in the sun, . webster a steam-engine, . wed at leisure, wooed in haste, . december when they, . itself with thought, speech, . with this ring i thee, . wedded love, hail, . maid and widowed wife, . wedding is destiny, . wedding-gown is prettiest, . wedge, for a tough log a tough, . wedges of gold, . wedged in that timber, . wedlock compared to public feasts, . wee short hour, some, . thing, bonny, . thing handsome, . wife of mine, sweet, . willie winkie, . weed flung from the rock, . ill, groweth fast, . ill, grows apace, . in palmer's, . on lethe wharf, . pernicious, . who art so lovely fair, . weeds, bittern booming in the, . dank and dropping, . of glorious feature, . outworn, winter, . who in widow, appears, . wiped away the, . weed's plain heart, . weeded, rich soils often to be, . week, argument for a, . divide the sunday from the, . of all the days that 's in the, . weeks thegither, fou for, . week's labour, good, . weep a people inurned, . away the life of care, . here must i wake and, . in our darkness, let us, . laugh that i may not, . leaves the wretch to, . let the stricken deer go, . make the laughter, . might not, for thee, . night is the time to, . no more, lady, . no more nor sigh, . not for him, . such tricks as make the angels, . tears such as angels, . that trust and that deceiving, . the more because in vain, . to record, . while all around thee, . who would not, . women must, . words that, . yet scarce know why, . weeper laugh, make the, . weeping eyes, wipe my, . for the morrow, . thou sat'st, . to heal sorrow by, . upon his bed has sate, . weigh my eyelids down, . the man not his title, . weighs upon the heart, . weighed in the balances, . weight, heavy and the weary, . if clay could think and mind were, . in gold, thrice their, . of learning, . of mightiest monarchies, . of seventy years, . of woe, bowed down by, . the enormous, . weighty sense flows in fit words, . weird sisters, . welcome at an inn, warmest, . deep-mouthed, . ever smiles, . friend, when it comes say, . in your eye your hand, . peaceful evening in, . pure-eyed faith, . shade, more, . small cheer and great, . the coming guest, , . the sweet, more, . welkin dome, lit the, . well, all is well that ends, . bucket which hung in the, . descended, desirable to be, . done is done soon enough, . good deed to say, . heart's deep, . here, if we do, . if the end be well all is, . last drop in the, . live, what thou livest, . not so deep as a, . not wisely but too, . of english undefyled, . oft we mar what 's, . paid that is well satisfied, . read, exceedingly, . said again, . shaken, when taken to be, . still forever fare thee, . stricken in age, . to be honest and true, . to be merry and wise, . to be off with the old love, . to know her own, . worth doing, . wells, buckets into empty, . well-attired woodbine, . well-born boys, necessary for, . well-bred man, sensible and, . whisper close the scene, . well experienced archer, . well-favoured man, to be a, . well-graced actor, after a, . wellington minister of immortal fame, . well-languaged daniel, . well-ordered mind, . well-spring of pleasure, . well-taught mind, . well-trod stage, then to the, . weltering in his blood, . wench's black eye, white, . wept away in transient tears, . cæsar hath, . each other's tears, . o'er his wounds, . we grieved we sighed we, . with delight at your smile, . werken wel and hastily, . werkman, ther n' is no, . werling, young man's, . wert thou all that i wish, . west, blue eyes sought the, . no south no north no east no, . topples round the dreary, . western dome, him of the, . flower, a little, . star, lovers love the, . westminster abbey or victory, . we thrive at, , . westward the course of empire, . the star of empire, . west-wind purr contented, . wet damnation, . guess what i should perform in the, . sheet and flowing sea, . with unseen tears, . wether, tainted, of the flock, . wethers, return to our, . whale, bobbed for, . throw a tub to the, . very like a, . wharf, fat weed on lethe, . what a fall was there, . a falling-off was there, . a monstrous tail our cat has, . a piece of work is a man, . a taking was he in, . and where they be, . are the wild waves saying, . are these so withered, . boots it at one gate, . can an old man do but die, . can ennoble sots, . care i how chaste she be, . care i how fair she be, . constitutes a state, . dire effects from civil discord, . do you read my lord, . god hath joined together, . has been has been, . has posterity done for us, . he has he gives, . he knew what 's, , , . is a lie, after all, . is a man profited, . is and what must be, . is done is done, . is done we may compute, . is gone and what 's past help, . is hecuba to him, . is her history, . is impossible can't be, . is in a name, . is one man's poison, . is the night, . is worth in anything, . is writ is writ, . is yours is mine, , . makes all doctrines plain, . man dare i dare, . may man within him hide, . men daily do not knowing, . men dare do what men may do, . mighty contests rise, . more felicitie can fall, . ne'er was nor is, . news on the rialto, . none hath dared thou hast done, . oft was thought, . seest thou else, . so rare as a day in june, . sought they thus afar, . the dickens, . thou liv'st live well, . thou wouldst highly, . though the field be lost, . was good shall be good, . was shall live as before, . we gave we have, . we have we prize not, . we left we lost, . we spent we had, . will mrs. grundy say, . whatever is best administered, . is is in its causes just, . is is not, . is is right, . is worth doing at all, . was great seemed to him little, . was or is or will be, . whatsoever a man soweth, . state i am, in, . thing is lost, . things are honest, . things are just, . things are lovely, . things are of good report, . things are pure, . things are true, . thy hand findeth to do, . ye would that men should do, . wheat, as two grains of, . for this planting, . wheedling arts, the, . wheel, as she turns the giddy, . broken at the cistern, . butterfly upon a, . in the midst of a wheel, . noisy, was still, . shoulder to the, . the sofa round, . the world is a, . wheels of brazen chariots, . of phoebus' wain, . of weary life stood still, . wheel-work, was man made a, . wheeson week, wednesday in, . whelp and hound, mongrel, . when found make a note of, . he would he shall have nay, . i ope my lips, . in doubt win the trick, . israel of the lord, . israel was from bondage led, . love speaks, . lovely woman stoops to folly, . shall we three meet again, . taken to be well shaken, . the age is in the wit is out, . the sea was roaring, 't was, . we two parted, . whence and what art thou, . can comfort spring, . is thy learning, . where dwellest thou, . go the poet's lines, . go we know not, . i would ever be, i am, . ignorance is bliss, . is my child, an echo answers, . law ends tyranny begins, . lives the man that has not tried, . macgregor sits, . my julia's lips do smile, . none admire, useless to excel, . the bee sucks there suck i, . the lord knows, . the shoe pinches, . the tree falleth, . thou lodgest i will lodge, . was roderick then, . your treasure is, . whereabout, prate of my, . where'er i roam, . wherefore are these things hid, . art thou romeo, . for every why a, , . in all things, why and, . wheresoever whensoever, . whether in sea or fire, . whetstone, the blunt, . while i was musing, . stands the coliseum, . thee i seek protecting power, . there is life there 's hope, . whining school-boy, . whip, a hangman's, . in every honest hand a, . me such honest knaves, . whips and scorns of time, . whipped for o'erdoing termagant, . the offending adam, . whipping, who should 'scape, . whipster, every puny, . whirligig of time, . whirlwind of passion, . reap the, . rides in the, , . whirlwind's roar, . sway, sweeping, . whisper, full well the busy, . hark they, . of the throne, shape the, . softness in chambers, . well-bred, close the scene, . with far-heard, . whispers low, when duty, . of each other's watch, . of fancy, . the o'er-fraught heart, . whispered in heaven, 't was, . it to the woods, . word, sweet in every, . whispering humbleness, . i will ne'er consent, . lovers made, for, . tongues can poison truth, . wind, bayed the, . with white lips, . whist, the wild waves, . whistle and she will come to you, , . and sing, still he'd, . clear as a, . free, the shrill winds, . her off and let her down, . paid dear for his, . them back, when he pleased, . wel ywette, . whistles in his sound, pipes and, . whistled for want of thought, . whistling aloud to bear his courage up, . of a name, , . to keep from being afraid, . white, a moment, then melts, . as heaven, soul as, . as snow, beard was as, . black and gray, . or a black stone, . pure celestial, . radiance of eternity, . shall not neutralize the black, . so very white, nor, . wench's black eye, . will have its black, . wonder of juliet's hand, . whited sepulchres, . white-handed hope, . whiteness, angel, . of his soul, he had kept the, . whitens in the sun, web that, . whiter than driven snow, . whitewashed wall, . white-winged reapers, . whither thou goest i will go, . who ran to help me when i fell, . that hath ever been, . think not god at all, . think too little, . thinks must mourn, . would fardels bear, . would not be a boy, . would not weep, . whole duty of man, . half was more than the, . head is sick, . heart is faint, . of it, let me taste the, . of life to live, 't is not the, . one stupendous, . part we see but not a, . stay of bread, . world, if he shall gain the, . world kin, makes the, . wholesome restraint, liberty is, . the nights are, . wholesomest, old wine is, . whores were burnt alive, . whose dog are you, . whoso sheddeth man's blood, . why a wherefore, every, , . and wherefore in all things, . ar' n't they all contented, . thus longing thus forever sighing, . wicked cease from troubling, . flee when no man pursueth, . forsake his way, . little better than one of the, . man was never wise, . mercies of the, are cruel, . must have done something, . no man all at once, . no peace unto the, . or charitable, be thy intents, . something, this way comes, . world, vanity of this, . wickedness, disgrace of, added to old age, . methods in man's, . one man's, . sweet in his mouth, . tents of, dwell in the, . wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad, . wide, a world too, . as a church door, 't is not so, . as his will extends, . as the waters be, . enough for thee and me, . is the gate, . sea, alone on a, . the villains march, . was his parish, . widening, ever, slowly silence all, . wide-waving wings, . widow of fifty, here 's to the, . some undone, . weeds appears, in, . woman, . widows, thousands of undone, . widow's heart to sing, . widowed wife and wedded maid, . wielded at will, . wife, all the world and his, . and children hostages to fortune, . and children impediments to great enterprises, . cæsar's, free from suspicion, . dearer than the bride, . giving honour unto the, . love your neighbour's, . man who tells his, all he knows, . mirror of an honest, . my particular plague is my, . not so much as suspected, . of mine, sweet wee, . of thy bosom, . sympathetic, . the shoemaker's, . the weaker vessel, . true and honourable, . what would you with my, . whoso findeth a, . widowed, and wedded maid, . with nine small children, . wifly patience, flour of, . wight borne to disastrous end, . if ever such, were, . o base hungarian, . of high renown, . wild and willowed shore, . by starts 't was, . in their attire, so, . in woods, when, . passion-waves lulled to rest, . the garden was a, . thyme blows, bank where the, . waves saying, what are the, . with all regret, . wilderness, choice grain into this, . lodge in some vast, . lodging-place in the, . love in such a, . of single instances, . of sweets, . of warning, . wildernesses, desert, . wild-fowl, concerning, . wild-goose chase, . wild-warbling measures, . wile, children with endearing, . wiles, cranks and wanton, . transient sorrows simple, . will and fate fix'd fate, . based upon her people's, . be there a, . complies against his, . craft of, . current of a woman's, . executes a freeman's, . for if she, she will, . for the deed, , , . glideth at his own sweet, . good or evil, save in the, . good or ill lies in the, . good, toward men, . had tongue at, . honeycomb, . i should have my, . left free the human, . my poverty but not my, . not when he may, . one man's, to live by, . or won't, a woman, . pay thy poverty not thy, . puzzles the, . reason firm the temperate, . reason panders, . serveth not another's, . star of the unconquered, . state's collected, . to do the soul to dare, . torrent of a woman's, . unconquerable, . when you, they won't, . wielded at, . william cook, tell, . you are old father, . willie winkie, wee, . willing hart, . the spirit indeed is, . to wound, . willingly let it die, not, . willow, all a green, . lake where drooped the, . willow willow, oh, . willows, dew-drooping, . harps upon the, . willowed shore, wild and, . willowy brook, . wills and fates do so contrary run, . to do or say, . win a woman with his tongue, . the good we oft might, . the trick, when in doubt, . they laugh that, . us to our harm, . us with honest trifles, . with grace to, . wouldst wrongly, . wins not more than honesty, . wince, let the galled jade, . wind and his nobility, betwixt the, . and tide, . argument against an east, . bayed the whispering, . beggared by the strumpet, . blew you hither, what, . blow, come wrack, . blow thou winter, . blows loudly, nor ever, . bloweth where it listeth, . breathing of the common, . crannying, save to the, . dry sun dry, . embraced by the strumpet, . fly upon the wings of the, . god gives, by measure, . god tempers the, . he that observeth the, . hears god in the, . him up for fourscore years, . hollow blasts of, . hope constancy in, . ill blows the, which profits nobody, . ill, turns none to good, . ill, which blows no man good, . is, see which way the, . large a charter as the, . let her down the, . may the east, never blow when he goes a-fishing, . of criticism, . or weather, nought cared for, . pass by me as the idle, . passeth over it, . run before the, . sails filled with lusty, . sits the, in that corner, . sorrow's keenest, . stands as never it stood, . streaming to the, . tears shall drown the, . that follows fast, . that grand old harper, . they have sown the, . thunder-storm against the, . to keep the, away, . upon the wings of the, . voice in every, . when she dances in the, . winds and waves on the side of the ablest navigators, . blew great guns, though, . blow, crack your cheeks, . blow till they have wakened death, . can blow, wherever, . come, come as the, . courted by all the, . four-square to all the, . happy, upon her played, . imprisoned in the viewless, . in their hands, . naked woods and wailing, . of doctrine were let loose, . of heaven visit her face, . of march with beauty, take the, . on the wings of all the, . rides on the posting, . stormy, do blow, , . swept the mountain-height, . that hold them play, . their revels keep, . were love-sick, . whistle free, the shrill, . wind-beaten hill, . winding bout, with many a, . rhine, wide and, . up days with toil, . way, see them on their, . winding-sheet of edward's race, . snow shall be their, . window like a pillory, each, . light through yonder, . of the east, the golden, . tirlin' at the, cryin' at the lock, . windows of the sky, . of the soul, . storied, richly dight, . that exclude the light, . windowed raggedness, . windy night a rainy morrow, . side of the law, keep on the, . wine, a cup of hot, . a new friend is as new, . and i 'll not look for, . and women dotages of human kind, . and women, let us have, . come come good, . flown with insolence and, . for thy stomach's sake, . good, needs no bush, . in toys in lusts or, . invisible spirit of, . is a good familiar creature, . is a mocker, . is the mirror of the heart, . ivy-branch over the, . like the best, . look not thou upon the, . of another, drink the, . of life is drawn, . of wits the wise beguile, . old books old, . old, to drink, . old, wholesomest, . our goblets gleam in, . out-did the frolic, . pernicious to mankind, . sudden friendship springs from, . sweet poison of misused, . that maketh glad the heart, . truth in, . walnuts and the, . women and, . wines, purple as their, . wine-press alone, trodden the, . wing, as a noiseless, . bird on the, . conquest's crimson, . damp my intended, . dropped from an angel's, . human soul take, . ne'er stoops to earth her, . oblivion stretch her, . quill from an angel's, . wings, add speed to thy, . at heaven's gate she claps her, . chickens under her, . clip an angel's, . flies with swallow's, . flung rose from their, . friendship is love without, . girt with golden, . golden hours on angel's, . healing in his, . in tears, dip their, . lend your, . lends corruption lighter, . like a dove, oh that i had, . love without his, . of all the winds, . of an ostrich, . of borrowed wit, . of night, falls from the, . of silence, float upon the, . of the morning, . of the wind, fly upon the, . of winds came flying, on, . on wide-waving, . riches make themselves, . sailing on obscene, . seem to walk on, . shadow of thy, . spreads his light, . that which hath, . winged cupid is painted blind, . hours of bliss, . sea-girt citadel, . the shaft, . wink, i have not slept one, . winkie, wee willie, . winking mary-buds, . winning wave, . world worth the, . winsome wee thing, . winter comes to rule, . in his bounty, no, . in thy year, no, . is past, for lo the, . lingering chills the lap of may, . loves a dirge-like sound, . my age is as a lusty, . of our discontent, . ruler of the inverted year, . weeds outworn, her, . when the dismal rain, . wind, blow blow thou, . winters more, ran he on ten, . winter's day, man's life like a, . day, sunbeam in a, . fury, withstood the, . head, crown old, . wintry world, in this, . wipe a bloody nose, . my weeping eyes, . wiped away the weeds, . our eyes of drops, . with a little address, . wisdom, all men's, . and wit are born with a man, . and wit are little seen, . apply our hearts unto, . at one entrance, . beyond the rules of physic, . crieth without, . earth sounds my, . finds a way, . from another's mishaps, . in the scorn of consequence, . is better than rubies, . is humble, . is justified of her children, . is rare in youth and beauty, . is the gray hair unto men, . is the principal thing, . is the result of human, . lingers but knowledge comes, . man of years, the man of, . married to immortal verse, . mounts her zenith, . nearer when we stoop, . never lies, . not acquired by years, . of many, wit of one, . of our ancestors, . overmatch for strength, . point of, to be silent, . price of, is above rubies, . seems the part of, . shall die with you, . short saying contains much, . spirit of, . staple of all, . the prime, . therefore get, . vain, all and false philosophy, . wake, though, . will not enter, there, . with each studious year, . with mirth, who mixed, . world is governed with little, . wisdom's aid, friend of pleasure, . gate, suspicion sleeps at, . part, this is, . school, saint in, . self oft seeks solitude, . wise above that which is written, . all that men held, . amazed temperate and furious, . among fools, to be, . and masterly inactivity, . and salutary neglect, . as serpents, . as the frogs, . be lowly, . be not worldly, . beacon of the, . coffee makes the politician, . consider her ways and be, . convey the, it call, . defer not to be, . do never live long, so, . dreams, fly with thy, . exceeding, fair spoken, . excel, arts in which the, . father knows his own child, . follies of the, . folly to be, . fool doth think he is, . for cure on exercise depend, . good to be merry and, , , . great men are not always, . he bids fair to grow, . healthy wealthy and, . histories make men, . how cautious are the, . if you are wise, be, . in his own conceit, . in show, . in their own craftiness, . in your own conceits, . is he that can himselven knowe, . little, the best fools be, . little too, . made lowly, . man is strong, . man poor like a sacred book, . man, silence an answer to a, . man, to discover a, . man's son, every, . men avoid the faults of fools, . men profit more by fools, . men's counters, words are, . no man is born, . passiveness, in a, . person and a fool, difference between, . pound foolish penny, . saws and modern instances, . son maketh a glad father, . so young never live long, so, . spirits of the, sit in the clouds, . swift is less than to be, . teach a monarch to be, . the only wretched are the, . the reverend head, . through time, . to resolve patient to perform, . to talk with our past hours, . to-day, be, . type of the, . well to be merry and, . what is it to be, . wine can of their wits the, beguile, . with speed be, . words of the, . wisely, charming never so, . one that loved not, . whatever you do do, . who reasons, . worldly, be, . wiser and better grow, . being good than bad, . for his learning, no man is, . in his own conceit, . in their generation, . second thoughts are ever, . than a daw, no, . than the children of light, . wisest brightest meanest of mankind, . censure, mouths of, . man who is not wise, . may be perplexed, the, . men not the greatest clerks, , . men, relished by the, . of men, socrates the, . to entrap the, . virtuousest best, . wish and care, man whose, . her stay, who saw to, . his religion an anxious, . not what we, . was father to that thought, . wishes, all their country's, . in idle, fools supinely stay, . lengthen like our shadows, . never learned to stray, their sober, . soon as granted fly, whose, . stilled, be my vain, . wished devoutly to be, . she had not heard it, . wishing, content myself with, . of all employments, . wishings, good meanings and, . wist, beware of had i, . wit, a man in, . and gay rhetoric, . among lords, . and wisdom are little seen, . and wisdom born with a man, . brevity is the soul of, . brightens, how the, . cause that, is in other men, . eloquence and poetry, . enjoy your dear, . fault of a penetrating, . for so much room there is no, . hast so much, . her, was more than man, . high as metaphysic, . in a jest, whole, . in the combat, whose, . in the fountain of, . in the very first line, . invites you, his, . is a feather, . is out when age is in, . men of, will condescend, . miracle instead of, . mouses, not worth a leke, . much, but shy of using it, . nature dressed is true, . ne'er beware of my own, . no room for, heads so little, . of one, wisdom of many, . one man's, all men's wisdom, . piety nor, shall lure it back, . plentiful lack of, . put his whole, in a jest, . shines at the expense of his memory, . skirmish of, there 's a, . so narrow human, . sum of shakespeare's, . that can creep, . the scotch are void of, . to mortify a, . too fine a point to your, . too proud for a, . will come, and fancy, . will shine, . wine beguile the wise of, . wings of borrowed, . with dunces, . wits, dunce with, . encounter of our, . good, jump, . great, jump, . home-keeping youth have homely, . lord among, . so many heads so many, . to madness near allied, . write pen devise, . wit's end, at their, , . witch hath power to charm, . the world with noble horsemanship, . witches steal young children, . witchcraft, hell of, . this only is the, i have used, . witchery of the soft blue sky, . witching time of night, . witchingly instil a sweetness, . with thee, there 's no living, . wither, his leaf also shall not, . her, age cannot, . withered and shaken, . and so wild in their attire, . in their pride, . is the garland of the war, . when true hearts lie, . withering fled, hope, . on the ground, . on the stalk, maidens, . on the virgin thorn, . withers are unwrung, our, . at another's joy, . within, i have that, which passeth show, . is good and fair, . it hardens a, . one of her, . that awful volume lies, . that 's innocent, . they that are, would fain go out, . without or this or that, . thee i cannot live, . thee we are poor, . they that are, would fain go in, . witnesses, cloud of, . witty in myself, i am not only, . it shall be not long, . to talk with, . words though ne'er so, . wives are young men's mistresses, . men with mothers and, . strawberry, . wiving and hanging go by destiny, . wizards that peep and mutter, . woe, aged in this world of, . altama murmurs to their, . amid severest, . awaits a country, . being not unacquainted with, . bowed down by weight of, . by some degree of, . checkered paths of joy and, . day of, the watchful night, . deepest notes of, . doth tread upon another's heel, . every, a tear can claim, . fig for care fig for, . gave signs of, . heritage of, . is me to have seen what i have, . jove gave us, . life protracted is protracted, . luxury of, . man of, not always a, . melt at others', , . mockery of, the, . not always a man of, . of years, knelled the, . pilot of my proper, . ponderous, though a, . raging impotence of, . rearward of a conquered, . sabler tints of, . silence in love bewrays more, . sleep the friend of, . smiles of joy the tears of, . source of my bliss and, . succeeds a woe, . teach me to feel another's, . that ever felt another's, . touch of joy or, . trappings and suits of, . truth denies all eloquence to, . woes cluster, . from woman rose, what mighty, . historian of my country's, . new wail with old, . rare are solitary, . shall serve for sweet discourses, . starry galileo with his, . tear that flows for others', . unnumbered, . woe-begone, so dead in look so, . wold not when he might, . wolf dwell with the lamb, . from the door, . howling of the, . on the fold, like the, . wolves, silence ye, . woman a contradiction at best, . among all those, not found a, . and may be wooed, she 's a, . believe a, or an epitaph, . brawling, in a wide house, . contentious, . could play the, with mine eyes, . dare, what will not gentle, . destructive damnable deceitful, . died, the saint sustained it the, . excellent thing in, . for thy more sweet understanding a, . frailty thy name is, . fury of a disappointed, . good name in man and, . hath nine lives like a cat, . hell contains no fouler fiend than, . how divine a thing, may be made, . i hate a dumpy, . in her first passion, . in our hours of ease, . in this humour wooed, . in this humour won, . in unwomanly rags, . is at heart a rake, . is fair, die because a, . is woman's natural ally, . laborin' man and laborin', . laid old troy in ashes, . lays his hand upon a, . light of a dark eye in, . like a dewdrop, . lost mark antony the world, . lovely woman, o, . loves her lover, . man delights not me no nor, . man that is born of, . mist is dispelled by, . moved is like a fountain troubled, . nature made thee to temper man, . o woman, perfect, . of her word, honest, . one hair of a, . one that was a, . perfect, nobly planned, . perfected, earth's noblest thing, . poor ione, . preaching, . scorned, no fury like a, . she is a, , . should be good for everything at home, . smiled, till, . still be a, to you, . still gentler sister, . stoops to folly, when lovely, . stranger thing is, . such duty, oweth to her husband, . supper with such a, . take an elder, let the, . take some savage, . that deliberates is lost, . that seduces all mankind, . therefore may be won, . therefore may be wooed, . therefore to be won, . thou large-brain'd, . trusted a secret to a, . what mighty ills done by, . what mighty woes from, . widow, . will or won't depend on 't, . woman's breast his favourite seat, . counsel, a virtuous, . eye, black is a pearl in a, . eye, such beauty as a, . eyes, light that lies in, . faith and woman's trust, . heart, the way to hit a, . looks, my only books were, . love, brief my lord as, . love, paths to a, . mood, fantastic as a, . nay stands for naught, . praise, sweeter sound of, . reason, no other but a, . whole existence, love is, . will, current of a, . will, torrent of a, . work is never done, . woman-country! wooed not wed, . womanhood and childhood, . womankind, best of, . faith in, . womb of morning dew, . of nature, wild abyss the, . of pia mater, in the, . of the morning, , . of uncreated night, . women, alas the love of, . and brave men, . and song, wine, . bevy of fair, . england is a paradise for, . faded for ages, . find few real friends, . framed to make, false, . have no character, most, . hear these tell-tale, . in their first passion, . italy is a hell for, . lamps shone o'er fair, . men and, merely players, . must weep, . pardoned all except her face, . passing the love of, . pleasing punishment of, . seven, take hold of one man, . sweet is revenge to, . wear the breeches, . went astray, if weak, . when achilles hid himself among, . wine and, , . wish to be who love their lords, . won't, when you will, . words are, deeds are men, . women's eyes, from, . weapons water-drops, . won, grace that, . nor lost, neither, . not unsought be, . she is a woman therefore to be, . showed how fields were, . though baffled oft is ever, . was ever woman in this humour, . when the battle 's lost and, . wonder, all mankind's, . grew, still the, . how the devil they got there, . last but nine deies, . nine days', . of an hour, . of juliet's hand, white, . of our stage, the, . what i was begun for, . where you stole 'em, . without our special, . wonders, hair on end at his own, . that i yet have heard, . to perform, his, . wonderful is death, how, . most wonderful, . their unanimity is, . thy love to me was, . yet again, . wonderfully and fearfully made, . wondering for his bread, . wondrous excellence, . kind, makes one, . pitiful, 't was, . strange, this is, . strong yet lovely in your strength, . sweet and fair, so, . won't, if she, she won't, . wonted fires, e'en in our ashes, . woo her, and that would, . her as the lion wooes his brides, . men are april when they, . wood, born in a, . deep and gloomy, . drudgery at the desk's dead, . land to plant a, . not stones nor, make a state, . old, burns brightest, . one impulse from a vernal, . sighs to find them in the, . till birnam, do come, . till birnam, remove, . to burn, old, . what, a cudgel 's by the blow, . woods against a stormy sky, . and pastures new, fresh, . are full of them, . greta, are green, . have eares, . or steepy mountains, . pleasure in the pathless, . senators of mighty, . stoic of the, . to the sleeping, singeth, . wailing winds and naked, . when wild in, . whispered it to the, . woodbine, luscious, . well-attired, . woodcocks, springes to catch, . wooden shoes, round-heads and, . walls of england, . woodman spare that tree, . spare the beechen tree, . woodman's axe lies free, . wood-notes wild, native, . wood-pigeons breed, where the, . wooed, beautiful therefore to be, . in haste to wed at leisure, . woman therefore may be, . woman in this humour, . would be, not unsought be won, . wooer, was a thriving, . woof, spun out of iris', . weave the warp weave the, . wooing in my boys, i 'll go, . the caress, . wooingly, heaven's breath smells, . wool, all cry and no, . go for, come home shorn, . moche crye and no, . of bat and tongue of dog, . tease the huswife's, . wool-gathering, thoughts ran a, . wits from, . woollen, odious in, . word, accoutred as i was upon the, . alone, knells in that, . alone, that worn out, . and a blow, , . and measured phrase, . answer me in one, . as fail, no such, . as good as his bond, . at random spoken, . changed for a worse one, . character dead at every, . choleric, in the captain, . damned use that, in hell, . dropped a tear upon the, . everich, he most reherse, . every whispered, . farewell a, that must be, . farewell that fatal, . fitly spoken, . flirtation that significant, . for teaching me that, . god in his works and, . he was the, that spake it, . honest woman of her, . honour, what is that, . in season spoken, . it was bilbow, the, . light dies before thy uncreating, . never break thy, . never wanted a good, . no man relies on, . of cæsar might have stood, . of onset gave, . of promise to our ear, . of righteousness, . once familiar, . reputation dies at every, . so idly spoken, . spoken in due season, . suit the action to the, . sweet in every whispered, . tears wash out a, . that must be, . think not thy, alone is right, . to scorn, laughed his, . to the action, suit the, . to throw at a dog, . too large, tempted her with, . torture one poor, . voice like a prophet's, . wash out a, of it, . whose lightest, . with her sharp is the, . with this learned theban, . words all ears took captive, whose, . all the power of, . and actions, from all her, . apt and gracious, delivers in, . are but empty thanks, . are faint, all, . are like leaves, . are men's daughters, . are no deeds, . are the daughters of earth, . are the physician of a mind diseased, . are things, . are wise men's counters, . are women deeds are men, . as in fashions, in, . at random flung, . be few, let thy, . be not confused in, . bethumped with, . brave raleigh spoke, . charm agony with, . congealed by cold, . darkeneth counsel by, . deceiving, in, . deeds not, . emerson whose rich, . fair, never hurt the tongue, . familiar as household, . finden, newe, . fine, wonder where you stole 'em, . flows in fit, . fly up, my, . forcible are right, . give sorrow, . have suffered corruption, . he multiplieth, . i understand a fury in your, . immodest, admit of no defence, . in their best order, . intellectual power through, . joys of sense lie in three, . like airy servitors, . long-tailed, in osity, . men of few, are the best men, . move slow, the, . multitude of, . narcissa's last, . no, can paint, . no, suffice the secret soul, . of all sad, of tongue or pen, . of learned length, . of love then spoken, . of marmion, the last, . of mercury are harsh, . of the wise as goads, . of truth and soberness, . repeats his, . report thy, how he may, . rhapsody of, . smell of the apron, . smelt of the lamp, . smoother than butter, . sounding on through, . spareth his, . sweet as honey, . ten low, in one dull line, . that bacon or raleigh spoke, . that burn, . that have been so nimble, . that weep and tears that speak, . the unpleasantest, . the shadows of actions, . things not made for, . thou hast spoken, . though ne'er so witty, . to give fair, . to them, wut 's, . two narrow, _hic jacet_, . two, to that bargain, . unpack my heart with, . weighty sense flows in fit, . were few, looks were fond, . were now written, that my, . with heavenly, . with these dark, . without knowledge, . without thoughts, . words words, . worst of thoughts the worst of, . writ in waters, . wordsworth's healing power, . wordy, be not, . wore a wreath of roses, . work and tools, there is always, . books or, or healthful play, . born with him, man's, . creature 's at his dirty, again, . for man to mend, . goes bravely on, the, . huddle up their, . is done, the reaper's, . made manifest, . man goeth forth unto his, . many hands make light, . men must, . nature's noblest, . night cometh when no man can, . noblest, she classes o, . of a moment, . of god, the noblest, . of our hands, . of polished idleness, . of their own hearts, . rising to a man's, . together for good, . to sport as tedious as to, . under our labour grows, . what a piece of, is a man, . who first invented, . woman's, is never done, . workman known by the, . works done least rapidly, . each natural agent, . follows god in his, . full of good, . in, subdued to what it, . most authors steal their, . nature sighing through all hell, . of nature, ford of all, . rich in good, . son of his own, . these are thy glorious, . universal, blank of nature's, . workers, men the, . working our salvation, tools of, . out a pure intent, . out its way, fiery soul, . workings, hum of mighty, . working-day world, full of briers, . workman known by the work, . not to be ashamed, . world, all corners of the, . all is right with the, . all the beauty of the, . all the uses of this, . along its path advances, . always morn somewhere in the, . an idler too, busy, . and his wife, all the, . and its dread laugh, . and worldlings base, . another and a better, . applaud the hollow ghost, . as good be out of the, . assassination has never changed the history of the, . bade the, farewell, . balance of the old, . banish all the, . bank-note, . before the whole, . bestride the narrow, . better, than this, . blows and buffets of the, . books a substantial, . borrow the name of the, . breathers of this, . breathes out contagion to this, . brought death into the, . but as a stage, . called the new, into existence, . calls idle, whom the, . came up stairs into the, . can give, not a joy the, . can never fill, void the, . cankers of a calm, . cast out of the, and despised, . children of this, . citizen of the, , , . commandress of the, . creation's heir the, . daffed the, aside, . dissolves, when all the, . doth but two nations bear, . dreams books are each a, . drowsy syrups of the, . enchants the, . envy of the, . ere the, be past, . falls when rome falls, . far from ours, some, . fashion of this, passeth away, . fever of the, . for all the, he was, . flesh and the devil, . foremost man of all this, . forgetting by the world forgot, . four corners of the, . gain the whole, . gifts of the, . girdle round about the, . give the, the lie, . goes, honest as this, . goes up the world goes down, . goes with no eyes, . good bye proud, . good deed in a naughty, . grew pale, name at which the, . had wanted many an idle song, . half-brother of the, america, . half of the, knoweth not how the other half liveth, . harmoniously confused, . harmony of the, . has nothing to bestow, . hath flattered all the, . he gave his honours to the, . he pleases all the, . he that knows not the, . he was for all the, . him who bore the, . his arm he flung against the, . how little wisdom governs the, . how this, goes with no eyes, . i have not loved the, . i hold the, but as the world, . i never have sought the, . if all the, were young, . if god hath made this, so fair, . impossible to please all the, . in arms, against a, . in arms, come the, . in charity with the, . in love with night, . in that new, . in the morning of the, . in the universal, . in this canting, . in this wintry, . in vain had tried, . in which i moved alone, . inhabit this bleak, alone, . into this breathing, . is a bubble, . is a comedy, . is a stage, all the, , , . is a strange affair, . is a theatre the earth a stage, . is a tragedy to those who feel, . is a wheel, the, . is all a fleeting show, this, . is ancient, when the, . is given to lying, how this, . is good and the people are good, . is grown so bad, . is mine oyster, . is not thy friend, . is too much with us, . is wide enough for both, . its veterans rewards, . jest and riddle of the, . knows me in my book, . knows nothing of its greatest men, . knows only two, . light of the, ye are the, . lights of the, . little foolery governs the, . little of this great, can i speak, . look round the habitable, . man is one, and hath another, . man of letters amongst men of the, . man of the, amongst men of letters, . man's ingress into the, . must be peopled, . my country is the, . naked through the, . natural and political, . ne'er saw, monster the, . no copy, leave the, . nourish all the, . now a bubble burst and now a, . of death, back to a, . of folke, . of happy days, to buy a, . of one religion, the, . of pleurisy and people, curest the, . of sighs, for my pains a, . of vile ill-favoured faults, . of waters, the rising, . of woe, aged in this, . one custom corrupt the, . our country is the, . out of fashion out of the, . peace to be found in the, . pendant hanging in a golden chain, . pomp and glory of this, . prevailed and its dread laugh, . proclaim, to all the sensual, . puritans gave action to the, . queen of the, . quiet limit of the, . rack of this tough, . reckless what i do to spite the, . rewards its votaries, . round about the pendent, . rub, let the, . secrets of the nether, . secure amidst a falling, . service of the antique, . shall mourn her, all the, . she followed him through all the, . shot heard round the, . sink, let the, . slide, let the, , , . slumbering, o'er a, . smooth its way through the, . snug farm of the, . so fair, god hath made this, . so runs the, away, . solitary monk who shook the, . soul of this, . spin forever, let the great, . stand up and say to all the, . start of the majestic, . statue that enchants the, . steal from the, . stood against the, . syllables govern the, . ten hours to the, . that few is all the, . that nourish all the, . the fever of the, . the flesh and the devil, . the lie, give the, . the whole, kin, . there is not in the wide, . this great roundabout, . this little, . this pendent, . this unintelligible, . three corners of the, . tired of wandering o'er the, . to curtain her sleeping, . to darkness, leaves the, . to give the, assurance, . to hide virtues in, . to live in, very good, . to peep at such a, . to see, a, . too glad and free, . too much respect upon the, . too noble for the, . too open for the, . too wide for his shrunk shank, . truth throughout the, . two nations bear, the, . uncertain comes and goes, . unheard by the, . unknown, into a, . upon the rack of this tough, . up stairs into the, i came, . uses of this, all the, . vanity of this wicked, . virtue passes current over the, . visitations daze the, . wag, let the, . wags, how the, . was all before them, . was guilty of a ballad, . was heard the, around, . was not to seek me, . was not worthy, of whom the, . was sad till woman smiled, . was worthy such men, . were young, if all the, . what i may appear to the, . when all the, dissolves, . where is any author in the, . who lost mark antony the, . who would inhabit alone this bleak, . wide enough for thee and me, . will come round to him, . will disagree in faith and hope, . witch the, with noble horsemanship, . with all its motley rout, . without a sun, . working-day, full of briers, . worship of the, but no repose, . worst, that ever was known, . worth the winning, . worlds, allured to brighter, . best of all possible, . exhausted, imagined new, . in the yet unformed occident, . not realized, in, . should conquer twenty, . so many, so much to do, . wandering between two, . whose course is equable, . wrecks of matter and crush of, . world's altar-stairs, . creation, most ancient since the, . dread laugh, . great age begins anew, . great men, the, . law, nor the, . new fashion planted, . shakespeare is not our poet but the, . tired denizen, the, . worldlings do, testament as, . world and, . worldly ends, thus neglecting, . goods, with all my, . life, the weariest, . wise, be not, . world-wide fluctuation, . worm, bit with an envious, . darkness and the, . dieth not, where their, . in the bud, concealment like a, . is in the bud of youth, . man cannot make a, . needlessly sets foot upon a, . no god dare wrong a, . that hath eat of a king, . the canker and the grief, . the smallest, will turn, . worms and epitaphs, let 's talk of, . devils at, . have eaten men, . of nile, outvenoms all the, . worn out with eating time, . worn-out word alone, . plan, man made on a, . worse, make the, appear the better reason, , . deed, better day the, . for better for, . for the excuse, . for the wearing, . for wear, not much the, . further and fared, . greater feeling to the, . one word changed for a, . pray god they change for, . remains behind, . than a crime, it is, . than a man, little, . that which makes man no, . truth put to the, . worship god he says, . of the great of old, silent, . of the world, they have the, . stated calls to, . still to the star of its, . the gods of the place, . to the garish sun, pay no, . too divine to love too fair to, . worshipped stocks and stones, . sun, hour before the, . the rising than the setting sun, . worshipper, nature mourns her, . worst, bottom of the, . comes to the worst, , . inn's worst room, . of slaves, corrupted freemen, . of thoughts the worst of words, . speak something good, the, . that man can feel, . things present seem, . this is the, . to-morrow do thy, . treason has done his, . what began best can't end, . world that ever was known, . worst-humored muse, . worst-natured muse, . worth a thousand men, . a whole eternity, . by poverty depressed, . conscience of her, . doing well, . in anything, what is, . makes the man, . man is, as he esteems himself, . of everything, . promise of celestial, . sad relic of departed, . slow rises, . stones of, like, . takes away half his, . the candle, not, . the search, not, . the winning, . this coil that 's made for me, . two of that, i know a trick, . what we have we prize not to the, . worthier, would it were, . worthily, life spent, . worthless pomp of homage, . worthy of all acceptation, . of their steel, . of your love, . world was not, of whom the, . wot, as by lot god, . not what they are, . would and we would not, . he shall have nay when he, . i, fain, but i dare not, . i had met my dearest foe, . i were a boy again, . i were dead now, . it were bedtime, . letting i dare not wait upon i, . not if i could be gay, . not live alway, i, . not when he might, . should do when we, . that i were low laid in my grave, . to be as be we, . wouldst highly, what thou, . not play false, . thou holily, that, . wrongly win, . wound, earth felt the, . felt a stain like a, . grief of a, take away the, . her very shoe has power to, . of cæsar, tongue in every, . purple with love's, . that never felt a, . tongue in every, . us, no tongue to, . willing to, . with a touch, . wounds, bind up my, . of a friend, faithful are the, . wept o'er his, . wounded hearts, here bring your, . in the house of my friends, . snake, like a, . spirit who can bear, . the spirit that loved thee, . wrack, blow wind come, . wranglers, imprisoned, . wrangling lawyers, our, . wraps the present hour, . their clay, turf that, . wrath, achilles', . allay, no twilight dews his, . be slow to, . infinite, and infinite despair, . measure of my, not within the, . nursing her, . of heaven, . soft answer turneth away, . sun go down upon your, . wreath of roses, she wore a, . wreaths, bound with victorious, . that endure affliction's heaviest shower, . wreathed horn, triton with his, . smiles, becks and, . wreck of power, lay down the, . way out of his, . wrecks, i saw a thousand fearful, . of matter, . wrecked, greatest men oftest, . wrens make prey, . wrestle with, virtue has difficulties to, . wrestles with us, he that, . wrestled with him, . wrestling, more like, than dancing, . wretch concentred all in self, . condemned with life to part, . excellent, . hollow-eyed sharp-looking, . in order, to haud the, . leaves the, to weep, . on hope relies, the, . thou slave thou coward, . to live like a, . tremble thou, . wretches feel, feel what, . hang that jurymen may dine, . poor naked, . such as i, weary road to, . wretched are the wise, the only, . soul bruised with adversity, . souls of those that lived, . to relieve the, was his pride, . un-idea'd girls, . wring his bosom, . under the load of sorrow, . your heart, let me, . wrinkle, time writes no, . wrinkles won't flatter, . wrinkled care derides, . front of war, . writ by god's own hand, . in choice italian, . in remembrance, . in sour misfortune's book, . in water, deeds, . in water, whose name was, . in water, words, . proofs of holy, . stolen out of holy, . what is, is writ, . within the leaf of pity, . your annals true, . write a verse or two, . about it goddess, . and cipher too, . and read comes by nature, to, . as funny as i can, . at any time, a man may, . fair, hold it baseness to, . finely upon a broomstick, . force them to, . in rhyme, those that, . in water, their virtues we, . it before them in a table, . look in thy heart and, . me down an ass, . nothing to, about, . pen devise wit, . the characters in dust, . the vision and make it plain, . though an angel should, . well hereafter, hope to, . with a goose pen, . with ease, you, . writes, the moving finger, . writer, one, excels at a plan, . pen of a ready, . writers against religion, . writing, easy, is curst hard reading, . maketh an exact man, . scarcely any style of, . true ease in, . well, nature's masterpiece is, . written a book, that mine adversary, . out of reputation by himself, . that my words were now, . to after times, . troubles of the brain, . wise above that which is, . with a pen of iron, . wrong, always in the, . cradled into poetry by, . day of, i have seen the, . dread of all who, . forever on the throne, . great right of an excessive, . him who treasures up a, . his argument, . his can't be, whose life is right, . in some nice tenets might be, . multitude is always in the, . one, but one idea and that a, , . oppressor's, . our country right or, . pursue yet condemn the, . side of thirty, . sow by the ear, , . that does no harm, . they may gang a kennin', . they ne'er pardon who have done the, . to dally with, . vengeance waits on, . we are both in the, . wrongs in marble, some write their, . of base mankind, . of night, . unredressed, . wrongdoer has left something undone, . wronged orphans' tears, . wrongly win, wouldst, . wrote with ease, gentlemen who, . like an angel, . reading what they never, . them in the dust, . wroth with one we love, . wrought and afterwards he taught, . brain too finely, . by want of thought, . in a sad sincerity, . wry-necked fife, squeaking of the, . wut 's words to them, . xanadu, kubla khan in, . xarifa, rise up, . xerxes did die and so must i, . yaller pines, under the, . yarn, is of a mingled, . yawn confess, everlasting, . when churchyards, . ye distant spires, . gentlemen of england, . gods it doth amaze me, . mariners of england, . yea-forsooth knave, . year, almanacs of the last, . by year we lose friends, . christmas comes but once a, . days saddest of the, . happiest of the glad new, . heaven's eternal, is thine, . if i preach a whole, . mellowing, . memory outlive life half a, . moments make the, . no winter in thy, . rich with forty pounds a, . rolling, is full of thee, . seasons return with the, . starry girdle of the, . three hundred pounds a, . vernal seasons of the, . were playing holidays, . where are the snows of last, . winter comes to rule the varied, . winter ruler of the inverted, . wisdom with each studious, . years, ah happy, . days of our, . declined into the vale of, . dim with the mist of, . eternal, of god are hers, . fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore, . flag has braved a thousand, . flight of, unmeasured by the, . following years, . fourteen hundred, ago, . full of honor and, . if by reason of strength they be fourscore, . knelled the woe of, . laden with unhonoured, . life seemed formed of sunny, . love of life increased with, . man of wisdom is the man of, . measured by deeds not, . nature sink in, . none would live past, again, . o tide of the, . of europe, better fifty, . of man, the first, . of peace, thousand, . outweighs, whole, . return, the golden, . sad presage of his future, . steal fire from the mind, . tears of boyhood's, . that bring the philosophic mind, . thought of our past, . thousand, in thy sight, . thousand, to form a state, . three thousand, ago, . threescore, and ten, . through endless, . through many changing, . time who steals our, . to be let for life or, . vanity in, . we do not count a man's, . we live in deeds not, . we spend our, as a tale, . weight of seventy, . where sleep the joys of other, . wisdom not acquired by, . with all the hopes of future, . young, seventy, . years' pith, seven, . yellow leaf, my days are in the, . leaf, sere the, . melancholy, green and, . primrose was to him, . sands, come unto these, . to the jaundiced eye, . yemen sword, with his, . yeoman's service, it did me, . yesterday and to-day, . great 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[transcriber's note: the contents and index were added to this e-book by the transcriber] toaster's handbook jokes, stories, and quotations compiled by peggy edmund and harold workman williams introductions by mary katharine reely contents preface on the possession of a sense of humor toasters, toastmasters and toasts toaster's handbook index preface nothing so frightens a man as the announcement that he is expected to respond to a toast on some appallingly near-by occasion. all ideas he may ever have had on the subject melt away and like a drowning man he clutches furiously at the nearest solid object. this book is intended for such rescue purpose, buoyant and trustworthy but, it is to be hoped, not heavy. let the frightened toaster turn first to the key word of his topic in this dictionary alphabet of selections and perchance he may find toast, story, definition or verse that may felicitously introduce his remarks. then as he proceeds to outline his talk and to put it into sentences, he may find under one of the many subject headings a bit which will happily and scintillatingly drive home the ideas he is unfolding. while the larger part of the contents is humorous, there are inserted many quotations of a serious nature which may serve as appropriate literary ballast. the jokes and quotes gathered for the toaster have been placed under the subject headings where it seemed that they might be most useful, even at the risk of the joke turning on the compilers. to extend the usefulness of such pseudo-cataloging, cross references, similar and dissimilar to those of a library card catalog, have been included. should a large number of the inclusions look familiar, let us remark that the friends one likes best are those who have been already tried and trusted and are the most welcome in times of need. however, there are stories of a rising generation, whose acquaintance all may enjoy. nearly all these new and old friends have before this made their bow in print and since it rarely was certain where they first appeared, little attempt has been made to credit any source for them. the compilers hereby make a sweeping acknowledgment to the "funny editors" of many books and periodicals. on the possession of a sense of humor "man," says hazlitt, "is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be." the sources, then, of laughter and tears come very close together. at the difference between things as they are and as they ought to be we laugh, or we weep; it would depend, it seems, on the point of view, or the temperament. and if, as horace walpole once said, "life is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel," it is the thinking half of humanity that, at the sight of life's incongruities, is moved to laughter, the feeling half to tears. a sense of humor, then, is the possession of the thinking half, and the humorists must be classified at once with the thinkers. if one were asked to go further than this and to give offhand a definition of humor, or of that elusive quality, a sense of humor, he might find himself confronted with a difficulty. yet certain things about it would be patent at the outset: women haven't it; englishmen haven't it; it is the chiefest of the virtues, for tho a man speak with the tongues of men and of angels, if he have not humor we will have none of him. women may continue to laugh over those innocent and innocuous incidents which they find amusing; may continue to write the most delightful of stories and essays--consider jane austen and our own miss repplier--over which appreciative readers may continue to chuckle; englishmen may continue, as in the past to produce the most exquisite of the world's humorous literature--think of charles lamb--yet the fundamental faith of mankind will remain unshaken: women have no sense of humor, and an englishman cannot see a joke! and the ability to "see a joke" is the infallible american test of the sense of humor. but taking the matter seriously, how would one define humor? when in doubt, consult the dictionary, is, as always, an excellent motto, and, following it, we find that our trustworthy friend, noah webster, does not fail us. here is his definition of humor, ready to hand: humor is "the mental faculty of discovering, expressing, or appreciating ludicrous or absurdly incongruous elements in ideas, situations, happenings, or acts," with the added information that it is distinguished from wit as "less purely intellectual and having more kindly sympathy with human nature, and as often blended with pathos." a friendly rival in lexicography defines the same prized human attribute more lightly as "a facetious turn of thought," or more specifically in literature, as "a sportive exercise of the imagination that is apparent in the choice and treatment of an idea or theme." isn't there something about that word "sportive," on the lips of so learned an authority, that tickles the fancy--appeals to the sense of humor? yet if we peruse the dictionary further, especially if we approach that monument to english scholarship, the great murray, we shall find that the problem of defining humor is not so simple as it might seem; for the word that we use so glibly, with so sure a confidence in its stability, has had a long and varied history and has answered to many aliases. when shakespeare called a man "humorous" he meant that he was changeable and capricious, not that he was given to a facetious turn of thought or to a "sportive" exercise of the imagination. when he talks in "the taming of the shrew" of "her mad and head-strong humor" he doesn't mean to imply that kate is a practical joker. it is interesting to note in passing that the old meaning of the word still lingers in the verb "to humor." a woman still humors her spoiled child and her cantankerous husband when she yields to their capriciousness. by going hack a step further in history, to the late fourteenth century, we met chaucer's physician who knew "the cause of everye maladye, and where engendered and of what humour" and find that chaucer is not speaking of a mental state at all, but is referring to those physiological humours of which, according to hippocrates, the human body contained four: blood, phlegm, bile, and black bile, and by which the disposition was determined. we find, too, that at one time a "humour" meant any animal or plant fluid, and again any kind of moisture. "the skie hangs full of humour, and i think we shall haue raine," ran an ancient weather prophet's prediction. which might give rise to some thoughts on the paradoxical subject of _dry_ humor. now in part this development is easily traced. humor, meaning moisture of any kind, came to have a biological significance and was applied only to plant and animal life. it was restricted later within purely physiological boundaries and was applied only to those "humours" of the human body that controlled temperament. from these fluids, determining mental states, the word took on a psychological coloring, but--by what process of evolution did humor reach its present status! after all, the scientific method has its weaknesses! we can, if we wish, define humor in terms of what it is not. we can draw lines around it and distinguish it from its next of kin, wit. this indeed has been a favorite pastime with the jugglers of words in all ages. and many have been the attempts to define humor, to define wit, to describe and differentiate them, to build high fences to keep them apart. "wit is abrupt, darting, scornful; it tosses its analogies in your face; humor is slow and shy, insinuating its fun into your heart," says e. p. whipple. "wit is intellectual, humor is emotional; wit is perception of resemblance, humor of contrast--of contrast between ideal and fact, theory and practice, promise and performance," writes another authority. while yet another points out that "humor is feeling--feelings can always bear repetition, while wit, being intellectual, suffers by repetition." the truth of this is evident when we remember that we repeat a witty saying that we may enjoy the effect on others, while we retell a humorous story largely for our own enjoyment of it. yet it is quite possible that humor ought not to be defined. it may be one of those intangible substances, like love and beauty, that are indefinable. it is quite probable that humor should not be explained. it would be distressing, as some one pointed out, to discover that american humor is based on american dyspepsia. yet the philosophers themselves have endeavored to explain it. hazlitt held that to understand the ludicrous, we must first know what the serious is. and to apprehend the serious, what better course could be followed than to contemplate the serious--yes and ludicrous--findings of the philosophers in their attempts to define humor and to explain laughter. consider hobbes: "the passion of laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from the sudden conception of eminency in ourselves by comparison with the inferiority of others, or with our own formerly." according to professor bain, "laughter results from the degradation of some person or interest possessing dignity in circumstances that excite no other strong emotion." even kant, desisting for a time from his contemplation of pure reason, gave his attention to the human phenomenon of laughter and explained it away as "the result of an expectation which of a sudden ends in nothing." some modern cynic has compiled a list of the situations on the stage which are always "humorous." one of them, i recall, is the situation in which the clown-acrobat, having made mighty preparations for jumping over a pile of chairs, suddenly changes his mind and walks off without attempting it. the laughter that invariably greets this "funny" maneuver would seem to have philosophical sanction. bergson, too, the philosopher of creative evolution, has considered laughter to the extent of an entire volume. a reading of it leaves one a little disturbed. laughter, so we learn, is not the merry-hearted, jovial companion we had thought him. laughter is a stern mentor, characterized by "an absence of feeling." "laughter," says m. bergson, "is above all a corrective, it must make a painful impression on the person against whom it is directed. by laughter society avenges itself for the liberties taken with it. it would fail in its object if it bore the stamp of sympathy or kindness." if this be laughter, grant us occasionally the saving grace of tears, which may be tears of sympathy, and, therefore, kind! but, after all, since it is true that "one touch of humor makes the whole world grin," what difference does it make what that humor is; what difference why or wherefore we laugh, since somehow or other, in a sorry world, we do laugh? of the test for a sense of humor, it has already been said that it is the ability to see a joke. and, as for a joke, the dictionary, again a present help in time of trouble, tells us at once that it is, "something said or done for the purpose of exciting a laugh." but stay! suppose it does not excite the laugh expected? what of the joke that misses fire? shall a joke be judged by its intent or by its consequences? is a joke that does not produce a laugh a joke at all? pragmatically considered it is not. agnes repplier, writing on humor, speaks of "those beloved writers whom we hold to be humorists because they have made us laugh." we hold them to be so--but there seems to be a suggestion that we may be wrong. is it possible that the laugh is not the test of the joke? here is a question over which the philosophers may wrangle. is there an absolute in the realm of humor, or must our jokes be judged solely by the pragmatic test? congreve once told colly gibber that there were many witty speeches in one of colly's plays, and many that looked witty, yet were not really what they seemed at first sight! so a joke is not to be recognized even by its appearance or by the company it keeps. perhaps there might be established a test of good usage. a joke would be that at which the best people laugh. somebody--was it mark twain?--once said that there are eleven original jokes in the world--that these were known in prehistoric times, and that all jokes since have been but modifications and adaptations from the originals. miss repplier, however, gives to modern times the credit for some inventiveness. christianity, she says, must be thanked for such contributions as the missionary and cannibal joke, and for the interminable variations of st. peter at the gate. max beerbohm once codified all the english comic papers and found that the following list comprised all the subjects discussed: mothers-in-law; hen-pecked husbands; twins; old maids; jews; frenchmen and germans; italians and niggers; fatness; thinness; long hair (in men); baldness; sea sickness; stuttering; bloomers; bad cheese; red noses. a like examination of american newspapers would perhaps result in a slightly different list. we have, of course, our purely local jokes. boston will always be a joke to chicago, the east to the west. the city girl in the country offers a perennial source of amusement, as does the country man in the city. and the foreigner we have always with us, to mix his y's and j's, distort his h's, and play havoc with the anglo-saxon th. indeed our great american sense of humor has been explained as an outgrowth from the vast field of incongruities offered by a developing civilization. it may be that this vaunted national sense has been over-estimated--exaggeration is a characteristic of that humor, anyway--but at least it has one of the christian virtues--it suffereth long and is kind. miss repplier says that it is because we are a "humorous rather than a witty people that we laugh for the most part with, and not at our fellow creatures." this, i think, is something that our fellow creatures from other lands do not always comprehend. i listened once to a distinguished frenchman as he addressed the students in a western university chapel. he was evidently astounded and embarrassed by the outbursts of laughter that greeted his mildly humorous remarks. he even stopped to apologize for the deficiencies of his english, deeming them the cause, and was further mystified by the little ripple of laughter that met his explanation--a ripple that came from the hearts of the good-natured students, who meant only to be appreciative and kind. foreigners, too, unacquainted with american slang often find themselves precipitating a laugh for which they are unprepared. for a bit of current slang, however and whenever used, is always humorous. the american is not only a humorous person, he is a practical person. so it is only natural that the american humor should be put to practical uses. it was once said that the difference between a man with tact and a man without was that the man with tact, in trying to put a bit in a horse's mouth, would first tell him a funny story, while the man without tact would get an axe. this use of the funny story is the american way of adapting it to practical ends. a collection of funny stories used to be an important part of a drummer's stock in trade. it is by means of the "good story" that the politician makes his way into office; the business man paves the way for a big deal; the after-dinner speaker gets a hearing; the hostess saves her guests from boredom. such a large place does the "story" hold in our national life that we have invented a social pastime that might be termed a "joke match." "don't tell a funny story, even if you know one," was the advice of the atchison globe man, "its narration will only remind your hearers of a bad one." true as this may be, we still persist in telling our funny story. our hearers are reminded of another, good or bad, which again reminds us--and so on. a sense of humor, as was intimated before, is the chiefest of the virtues. it is more than this--it is one of the essentials to success. for, as has also been pointed out, we, being a practical people, put our humor to practical uses. it is held up as one of the prerequisites for entrance to any profession. "a lawyer," says a member of that order, must have such and such mental and moral qualities; "but before all else"--and this impressively--"he must possess a sense of humor." samuel mcchord crothers says that were he on the examining board for the granting of certificates to prospective teachers, he would place a copy of lamb's essay on schoolmasters in the hands of each, and if the light of humorous appreciation failed to dawn as the reading progressed, the certificate would be withheld. for, before all else, a teacher must possess a sense of humor! if it be true, then, that the sense of humor is so important in determining the choice of a profession, how wise are those writers who hold it an essential for entrance into that most exacting of professions--matrimony! "incompatibility in humor," george eliot held to be the "most serious cause of diversion." and stevenson, always wise, insists that husband and wife must he able to laugh over the same jokes--have between them many a "grouse in the gun-room" story. but there must always be exceptions if the spice of life is to be preserved, and i recall one couple of my acquaintance, devoted and loyal in spite of this very incompatibility. a man with a highly whimsical sense of humor had married a woman with none. yet he told his best stories with an eye to their effect on her, and when her response came, peaceful and placid and non-comprehending, he would look about the table with delight, as much as to say, "isn't she a wonder? do you know her equal?" humor may be the greatest of the virtues, yet it is the one of whose possession we may boast with impunity. "well, that was too much for my sense of humor," we say. or, "you know my sense of humor was always my strong point." imagine thus boasting of one's integrity, or sense of honor! and so is its lack the one vice of which one may not permit himself to be a trifle proud. "i admit that i have a hot temper," and "i know i'm extravagant," are simple enough admissions. but did any one ever openly make the confession, "i know i am lacking in a sense of humor!" however, to recognize the lack one would first have to possess the sense--which is manifestly impossible. "to explain the nature of laughter and tears is to account for the condition of human life," says hazlitt, and no philosophy has as yet succeeded in accounting for the condition of human life. "man is a laughing animal," wrote meredith, "and at the end of infinite search the philosopher finds himself clinging to laughter as the best of human fruit, purely human, and sane, and comforting." so whether it be the corrective laughter of bergson, jove laughing at lovers' vows, love laughing at locksmiths, or the cheerful laughter of the fool that was like the crackling of thorns to koheleth, the preacher, we recognize that it is good; that without this saving grace of humor life would be an empty vaunt. i like to recall that ancient usage: "the skie hangs full of humour, and i think we shall haue raine." blessed humor, no less refreshing today than was the humour of old to a parched and thirsty earth. toasters, toastmasters and toasts before making any specific suggestions to the prospective toaster or toastmaster, let us advise that he consider well the nature and spirit of the occasion which calls for speeches. the toast, after-dinner talk, or address is always given under conditions that require abounding good humor, and the desire to make everybody pleased and comfortable as well as to furnish entertainment should be uppermost. perhaps a consideration of the ancient custom that gave rise to the modern toast will help us to understand the spirit in which a toast should be given. it originated with the pagan custom of drinking to gods and the dead, which in christian nations was modified, with the accompanying idea of a wish for health and happiness added. in england during the sixteenth century it was customary to put a "toast" in the drink, which was usually served hot. this toast was the ordinary piece of bread scorched on both sides. shakespeare in "the merry wives of windsor" has falstaff say, "fetch me a quart of sack and put a toast in't." later the term came to be applied to the lady in whose honor the company drank, her name serving to flavor the bumper as the toast flavored the drink. it was in this way that the act of drinking or of proposing a health, or the mere act of expressing good wishes or fellowship at table came to be known as toasting. since an occasion, then, at which toasts are in order is one intended to promote good feeling, it should afford no opportunity for the exploitation of any personal or selfish interest or for anything controversial, or antagonistic to any of the company present. the effort of the toastmaster should be to promote the best of feeling among all and especially between speakers. and speakers should cooperate with the toastmaster and with each other to that end. the introductions of the toastmaster may, of course, contain some good-natured bantering, together with compliment, but always without sting. those taking part may "get back" at the toastmaster, but always in a manner to leave no hard feeling anywhere. the toastmaster should strive to make his speakers feel at ease, to give them good standing with their hearers without overpraising them and making it hard to live up to what is expected of them. in short, let everybody boost good naturedly for everybody else. the toastmaster, and for that matter everyone taking part, should be carefully prepared. it may be safely said that those who are successful after-dinner speakers have learned the need of careful forethought. a practised speaker may appear to speak extemporaneously by putting together on one occasion thoughts and expressions previously prepared for other occasions, but the neophyte may well consider it necessary to think out carefully the matter of what to say and how to say it. cicero said of antonius, "all his speeches were, _in appearance_, the unpremeditated effusion of an honest heart; and yet, in reality, they were _preconceived with so much skill_ that the judges were not so well prepared as they should have been to withstand the force of them!" after considering the nature of the occasion and getting himself in harmony with it, the speaker should next consider the relation of his particular subject to the occasion and to the subjects of the other speakers. he should be careful to hold closely to the subject allotted to him so that he will not encroach upon the ground of other speakers. he should be careful, too, not to appropriate to himself any of their time. and he should consider, without vanity and without humility, his own relative importance and govern himself accordingly. we have all had the painful experience of waiting in impatience for the speech of the evening to begin while some humble citizen made "a few introductory remarks." in planning his speech and in getting it into finished form, the toaster will do well to remember those three essentials to all good composition with which he struggled in school and college days, unity, mass and coherence. the first means that his talk must have a central thought, on which all his stories, anecdotes and jokes will have a bearing; the second that there will be a proper balance between the parts, that it will not be all introduction and conclusion; the third, that it will hang together, without awkward transitions. a toast may consist, as lowell said, of "a platitude, a quotation and an anecdote," but the toaster must exercise his ingenuity in putting these together. in delivering the toast, the speaker must of course be natural. the after-dinner speech calls for a conversational tone, not for oratory of voice or manner. something of an air of detachment on the part of the speaker is advisable. the humorist who can tell a story with a straight face adds to the humorous effect. a word might be said to those who plan the program. in the number of speakers it is better to err in having too few than too many. especially is this true if there is one distinguished person who is _the_ speaker of the occasion. in such a case the number of lesser lights may well be limited to two or three. the placing of the guest of honor on the program is a matter of importance. logically he would be expected to come last, as the crowning feature. but if the occasion is a large semi-public affair--a political gathering, for example--where strict etiquet does not require that all remain thru the entire program, there will always be those who will leave early, thus missing the best part of the entertainment. in this case some shifting of speakers, even at the risk of an anti-climax, would be advisable. on ordinary occasions, where the speakers are of much the same rank, order will be determined mainly by subject. and if the topics for discussion are directly related, if they are all component parts of a general subject, so much the better. now we are going to add a special paragraph for the absolutely inexperienced person--who has never given, or heard anyone else give, a toast. it would seem hardly possible in this day of banquets to find an individual who has missed these occasions entirely--but he is to be found. especially is this true in a world where toasting and after-dinner speaking are coming to be more and more in demand at social functions--the college world. here the young man or woman, coming from a country town where the formal banquet is unknown, who has never heard an after-dinner speech, may be confronted with the necessity of responding to a toast on, say "needles and pins." such a one would like to be told first of all what an after-dinner speech is. it is only a short, informal talk, usually witty, at any rate kindly, with one central idea and a certain amount of illustrative material in the way of anecdotes, quotations and stories. the best advice to such a speaker is: make your first effort simple. don't be over ambitious. if, as was suggested in the example cited a moment ago, the subject is fanciful--as it is very apt to be at a college banquet--any interpretation you choose to put upon it is allowable. if the interpretation is ingenious, your case is already half won. such a subject is in effect a challenge. "now, let's see what you can make of this," is what it implies. first get an idea; then find something in the way of illustrative material. speak simply and naturally and sit down and watch how the others do it. of course the subject on such occasions is often of a more serious nature--our class; the team; our president--in which case a more serious treatment is called for, with a touch of honest pride and sentiment. to sum up what has been said, with borrowings from what others have said on the subject, the following general rules have been formulated: _prepare carefully_. self-confidence is a valuable possession, but beware of being too sure of yourself. pride goes before a fall, and overconfidence in his ability to improvise has been the downfall of many a would-be speaker. the speaker should strive to give the effect of spontaneity, but this can be done only with practice. the toast calls for the art that conceals art. _let your speech have unity_. as some one has pointed out, the after-dinner speech is a distinct form of expression, just as is the short story. as such it should give a unity of impression. it bears something of the same relation to the oration that the short story does to the novel. _let it have continuity_. james bryce says: "there is a tendency today to make after-dinner speaking a mere string of anecdotes, most of which may have little to do with the subject or with one another. even the best stories lose their charm when they are dragged in by the head and shoulders, having no connection with the allotted theme. relevance as well as brevity is the soul of wit." _do not grow emotional or sentimental_. american traditions are largely borrowed from england. we have the anglo-saxon reticence. a parade of emotion in public embarrasses us. a simple and sincere expression of feeling is often desirable in a toast--but don't overdo it. _avoid trite sayings_. don't use quotations that are shopworn, and avoid the set forms for toasts--"our sweethearts and wives--may they never meet," etc. _don't apologise_. don't say that you are not prepared; that you speak on very short notice; that you are "no orator as brutus is." resolve to do your best and let your effort speak for itself. _avoid irony and satire_. it has already been said that occasions on which toasts are given call for friendliness and good humor. yet the temptation to use irony and satire may be strong. especially may this be true at political gatherings where there is a chance to grow witty at the expense of rivals. irony and satire are keen-edged tools; they have their uses; but they are dangerous. pope, who knew how to use them, said: satire's my weapon, but i'm too discreet to run amuck and tilt at all i meet. _use personal references sparingly_. a certain amount of good-natured chaffing may be indulged in. yet there may be danger in even the most kindly of fun. one never knows how a jest will be taken. once in the early part of his career, mark twain, at a new england banquet, grew funny at the expense of longfellow and emerson, then in their old age and looked upon almost as divinities. his joke fell dead, and to the end of his life he suffered humiliation at the recollection. _be clear_. while you must not draw an obvious moral or explain the point to your jokes, be sure that the point is there and that it is put in such a way that your hearers cannot miss it. avoid flights of rhetoric and do not lose your anecdotes in a sea of words. _avoid didacticism_. do not try to instruct. do not give statistics and figures. they will not be remembered. a historical resume of your subject from the beginning of time is not called for; neither are well-known facts about the greatness of your city or state or the prominent person in whose honor you may be speaking. do not tell your hearers things they already know. _be brief_. an after-dinner audience is in a particularly defenceless position. it is so out in the open. there is no opportunity for a quiet nod or two behind a newspaper or the hat of the lady in front. if you bore your hearers by overstepping your time politeness requires that they sit still and look pleased. spare them. remember bacon's advice to the speaker: "let him be sure to leave other men their turns to speak." but suppose you come late on the program! suppose the other speakers have not heeded bacon? what are you going to do about it? here is a story that james bryce tells of the most successful after-dinner speech he remembers to have heard. the speaker was a famous engineer, the occasion a dinner of the british association for the advancement of science. "he came last; and midnight had arrived. his toast was applied science, and his speech was as follows: 'ladies and gentlemen, at this late hour i advise you to illustrate the applications of science by applying a lucifer match to the wick of your bedroom candle. let us all go to bed'." if you are capable of making a similar sacrifice by cutting short your own carefully-prepared, wise, witty and sparkling remarks, your audience will thank you--and they may ask you to speak again. toaster's handbook ability "pa," said little joe, "i bet i can do something you can't." "well, what is it?" demanded his pa. "grow," replied the youngster triumphantly.--_h.e. zimmerman_. abolition he was a new yorker visiting in a south carolina village and he sauntered up to a native sitting in front of the general store, and began a conversation. "have you heard about the new manner in which the planters are going to pick their cotton this season?" he inquired. "don't believe i have," answered the other. "well, they have decided to import a lot of monkeys to do the picking," rejoined the new yorker. "monkeys learn readily. they are thorough workers, and obviously they will save their employers a small fortune otherwise expended in wages." "yes," ejaculated the native, "and about the time this monkey brigade is beginning to work smoothly, a lot of you fool northerners will come tearing down here and set 'em free." absent-mindedness she--"i consider, john, that sheep are the stupidest creatures living." he--(_absent-mindedly_)--"yes, my lamb." accidents the late dr. henry thayer, founder of thayer's laboratory in cambridge, was walking along a street one winter morning. the sidewalk was sheeted with ice and the doctor was making his way carefully, as was also a woman going in the opposite direction. in seeking to avoid each other, both slipped and they came down in a heap. the polite doctor was overwhelmed and his embarrassment paralyzed his speech, but the woman was equal to the occasion. "doctor, if you will be kind enough to rise and pick out your legs, i will take what remains," she said cheerfully. "help! help!" cried an italian laborer near the mud flats of the harlem river. "what's the matter there?" came a voice from the construction shanty. "queek! bringa da shov'! bringa da peek! giovanni's stuck in da mud." "how far in?" "up to hees knees." "oh, let him walk out." "no, no! he no canna walk! he wronga end up!" there once was a lady from guam, who said, "now the sea is so calm i will swim, for a lark"; but she met with a shark. let us now sing the ninetieth psalm. bricklayer (to mate, who had just had a hodful of bricks fall on his feet)--"dropt 'em on yer toe! that's nothin'. why, i seen a bloke get killed stone dead, an' 'e never made such a bloomin' fuss as you're doin'." a preacher had ordered a load of hay from one of his parishioners. about noon, the parishioner's little son came to the house crying lustily. on being asked what the matter was, he said that the load of hay had tipped over in the street. the preacher, a kindly man, assured the little fellow that it was nothing serious, and asked him in to dinner. "pa wouldn't like it," said the boy. but the preacher assured him that he would fix it all right with his father, and urged him to take dinner before going for the hay. after dinner the boy was asked if he were not glad that he had stayed. "pa won't like it," he persisted. the preacher, unable to understand, asked the boy what made him think his father would object. "why, you see, pa's under the hay," explained the boy. there was an old miss from antrim, who looked for the leak with a glim. alack and alas! the cause was the gas. we will now sing the fifty-fourth hymn. --_gilbert k. chesterton_. there was a young lady named hannah, who slipped on a peel of banana. more stars she espied as she lay on her side than are found in the star spangled banner. a gentleman sprang to assist her; he picked up her glove and her wrister; "did you fall, ma'am?" he cried; "did you think," she replied, "i sat down for the fun of it, mister?" at first laying down, as a fact fundamental, that nothing with god can be accidental. --_longfellow_. acting hopkinson smith tells a characteristic story of a southern friend of his, an actor, who, by the way, was in the dramatization of _colonel carter_. on one occasion the actor was appearing in his native town, and remembered an old negro and his wife, who had been body servants in his father's household, with a couple of seats in the theatre. as it happened, he was playing the part of the villain, and was largely concerned with treasons, stratagems and spoils. from time to time he caught a glimpse of the ancient couple in the gallery, and judged from their fearsome countenance and popping eyes that they were being duly impressed. after the play he asked them to come and see him behind the scenes. they sat together for a while in solemn silence, and then the mammy resolutely nudged her husband. the old man gathered himself together with an effort, and said: "marse cha'les, mebbe it ain' for us po' niggers to teach ouh young masser 'portment. but we jes' got to tell yo' dat, in all de time we b'long to de fambly, none o' ouh folks ain' neveh befo' mix up in sechlike dealin's, an' we hope, marse cha'les, dat yo' see de erroh of yo' ways befo' yo' done sho' nuff disgrace us." in a north of england town recently a company of local amateurs produced hamlet, and the following account of the proceedings appeared in the local paper next morning: "last night all the fashionables and elite of our town gathered to witness a performance of _hamlet_ at the town hall. there has been considerable discussion in the press as to whether the play was written by shakespeare or bacon. all doubt can be now set at rest. let their graves be opened; the one who turned over last night is the author." suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.--_shakespeare_. to wake the soul by tender strokes of art, to raise the genius, and to mend the heart; to make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, live o'er each scene, and be what they behold-- for this the tragic muse first trod the stage. --_pope_. actors and actresses an "uncle tom's cabin" company was starting to parade in a small new england town when a big gander, from a farmyard near at hand waddled to the middle of the street and began to hiss. one of the double-in-brass actors turned toward the fowl and angrily exclaimed: "don't be so dern quick to jump at conclusions. wait till you see the show."--_k.a. bisbee_. when william h. crane was younger and less discreet he had a vaunting ambition to play _hamlet_. so with his first profits he organized his own company and he went to an inland western town to give vent to his ambition and "try it on." when he came back to new york a group of friends noticed that the actor appeared to be much downcast. "what's the matter, crane? didn't they appreciate it?" asked one of his friends. "they didn't seem to," laconically answered the actor. "well, didn't they give any encouragement? didn't they ask you to come before the curtain?" persisted the friend. "ask me?" answered crane. "man, they dared me!" leading man in traveling company--"we play _hamlet_ to-night, laddie, do we not?" sub-manager--"yes, mr. montgomery." leading man--"then i must borrow the sum of two-pence!" sub-manager--"why?" leading man--"i have four days' growth upon my chin. one cannot play _hamlet_ in a beard!" sub-manager--"um--well--we'll put on macbeth!" he--"but what reason have you for refusing to marry me?" she--"papa objects. he says you are an actor." he-"give my regards to the old boy and tell him i'm sorry he isn't a newspaper critic." the hero of the play, after putting up a stiff fight with the villain, had died to slow music. the audience insisted on his coming before the curtain. he refused to appear. but the audience still insisted. then the manager, a gentleman with a strong accent, came to the front. "ladies an' gintlemen," he said, "the carpse thanks ye kindly, but he says he's dead, an' he's goin to stay dead." mrs. minnie maddern fiske, the actress, was having her hair dressed by a young woman at her home. the actress was very tired and quiet, but a chance remark from the dresser made her open her eyes and sit up. "i should have went on the stage," said the young woman complacently. "but," returned mrs. fiske, "look at me--think how i have had to work and study to gain what success i have, and win such fame as is now mine!" "oh, yes," replied the young woman calmly; "but then i have talent." orlando day, a fourth-rate actor in london, was once called, in a sudden emergency, to supply the place of allen ainsworth at the criterion theatre for a single night. the call filled him with joy. here was a chance to show the public how great a histrionic genius had remained unknown for lack of an opportunity. but his joy was suddenly dampened by the dreadful thought that, as the play was already in the midst of its run, none of the dramatic critics might be there to watch his triumph. a bright thought struck him. he would announce the event. rushing to a telegraph office, he sent to one of the leading critics the following telegram: "orlando day presents allen ainsworth's part to-night at the criterion." then it occurred to him, "why not tell them all?" so he repeated the message to a dozen or more important persons. at a late hour of the same day, in the garrick club, a lounging gentleman produced one of the telegrams, and read it to a group of friends. a chorus of exclamations followed the reading: "why, i got precisely the same message!" "and so did i." "and i, too." "who is orlando day?" "what beastly cheek!" "did the ass fancy that one would pay any attention to his wire?" j. m. barrie, the famous author and playwright, who was present, was the only one who said nothing. "didn't he wire you too?" asked one of the group. "oh, yes." "but of course you didn't answer." "oh, but it was only polite to send an answer after he had taken the trouble to wire me. so, of course, i answered him." "you did! what did you say?" "oh, i just telegraphed him: 'thanks for timely warning.'" twinkle, twinkle, lovely star! how i wonder if you are when at home the tender age you appear when on the stage. --_mary a. fairchild_. recipe for an actor: to one slice of ham add assortment of roles. steep the head in mash notes till it swells, garnish with onions, tomatoes and beets, or with eggs--from afar--in the shells. --_life_. recipe for an ingenue: a pound and three-quarters of kitten, three ounces of flounces and sighs; add wiggles and giggles and gurgles, and ringlets and dimples and eyes. --_life_. adaptation "i know a nature-faker," said mr. bache, the author, "who claims that a hen of his last month hatched, from a setting of seventeen eggs, seventeen chicks that had, in lieu of feathers, fur. "he claimed that these fur-coated chicks were a proof of nature's adaptation of all animals to their environment, the seventeen eggs having been of the cold-storage variety." addresses in a large store a child, pointing to a shopper exclaimed, "oh, mother, that lady lives the same place we do. i just heard her say, 'send it up c.o.d.' isn't that where we live?" an englishman went into his local library and asked for frederic harrison's _george washington and other american addresses_. in a little while he brought back the book to the librarian and said: "this book does not give me what i require; i want to find out the addresses of several american magnates; i know where george washington has gone to, for he never told a lie." advertising not long ago a patron of a café in chicago summoned his waiter and delivered himself as follows: "i want to know the meaning of this. look at this piece of beef. see its size. last evening i was served with a portion more than twice the size of this." "where did you sit?" asked the waiter. "what has that to do with it? i believe i sat by the window." "in that case," smiled the waiter, "the explanation is simple. we always serve customers by the window large portions. it's a good advertisement for the place." "advertising costs me a lot of money." "why i never saw your goods advertised." "they aren't. but my wife reads other people's ads." when mark twain, in his early days, was editor of a missouri paper, a superstitious subscriber wrote to him saying that he had found a spider in his paper, and asking him whether that was a sign of good luck or bad. the humorist wrote him this answer and printed it: "old subscriber: finding a spider in your paper was neither good luck nor bad luck for you. the spider was merely looking over our paper to see which merchant is not advertising, so that he can go to that store, spin his web across the door and lead a life of undisturbed peace ever afterward." "good heavens, man! i saw your obituary in this morning's paper!" "yes, i know. i put it in myself. my opera is to be produced to-night, and i want good notices from the critics."--_c. hilton turvey_. paderewski arrived in a small western town about noon one day and decided to take a walk in the afternoon. while strolling ling along he heard a piano, and, following the sound, came to a house on which was a sign reading: "miss jones. piano lessons cents an hour." pausing to listen he heard the young woman trying to play one of chopin's nocturnes, and not succeeding very well. paderewski walked up to the house and knocked. miss jones came to the door and recognized him at once. delighted, she invited him in and he sat down and played the nocturne as only paderewski can, afterward spending an hour in correcting her mistakes. miss jones thanked him and he departed. some months afterward he returned to the town, and again took the same walk. he soon came to the home of miss jones, and, looking at the sign, he read: "miss jones. piano lessons $ . an hour. (pupil of paderewski.)" shortly after raymond hitchcock made his first big hit in new york, eddie foy, who was also playing in town, happened to be passing daly's theatre, and paused to look at the pictures of hitchcock and his company that adorned the entrance. near the pictures was a billboard covered with laudatory extracts from newspaper criticisms of the show. when foy had moodily read to the bottom of the list, he turned to an unobtrusive young man who had been watching him out of the corner of his eye. "say, have you seen this show?" he asked. "sure," replied the young man. "any good? how's this guy hitchcock, anyhow?" "any good?" repeated the young man pityingly. "why, say, he's the best in the business. he's got all these other would-be side-ticklers lashed to the mast. he's a scream. never laughed so much at any one in all my life." "is he as good as foy?" ventured foy hopefully. "as good as foy!" the young man's scorn was superb. "why, this hitchcock has got that foy person looking like a gloom. they're not in the same class. hitchcock's funny. a man with feelings can't compare them. i'm sorry you asked me, i feel so strongly about it." eddie looked at him very sternly and then, in the hollow tones of a tragedian, he said: "i am foy." "i know you are," said the young man cheerfully. "i'm hitchcock!" advertisements are of great use to the vulgar. first of all, as they are instruments of ambition. a man that is by no means big enough for the gazette, may easily creep into the advertisements; by which means we often see an apothecary in the same paper of news with a plenipotentiary, or a running footman with an ambassador.--_addison_. _see also_ salesmen and salesmanship. advice her exalted rank did not give queen victoria immunity from the trials of a grandmother. one of her grandsons, whose recklessness in spending money provoked her strong disapproval, wrote to the queen reminding her of his approaching birthday and delicately suggesting that money would be the most acceptable gift. in her own hand she answered, sternly reproving the youth for the sin of extravagance and urging upon him the practise of economy. his reply staggered her: "dear grandma," it ran, "thank you for your kind letter of advice. i have sold the same for five pounds." many receive advice, only the wise profit by it.--_publius syrus_. aeronautics a flea and a fly in a flue, were imprisoned; now what could they do? said the fly, "let us flee." "let us fly," said the flea, and they flew through a flaw in the flue. the impression that men will never fly like birds seems to be aeroneous.--_la touche hancock_. aeroplanes "mother, may i go aeroplane?" "yes, my darling mary. tie yourself to an anchor chain and don't go near the airy." --_judge_. harry n. atwood, the noted aviator, was the guest of honor at a dinner in new york, and on the occasion his eloquent reply to a toast on aviation terminated neatly with these words: "the aeroplane has come at last, but it was a long time coming. we can imagine necessity, the mother of invention, looking up at a sky all criss-crossed with flying machines, and then saying, with a shake of her old head and with a contented smile: "'of all my family, the aeroplane has been the hardest to raise.'" a genius who once did aspire to invent an aerial flyer, when asked, "does it go?" replied, "i don't know; i'm awaiting some damphule to try 'er." after dinner speeches a frenchman once remarked: "the table is the only place where one is not bored for the first hour." every rose has its thorn there's fuzz on all the peaches. there never was a dinner yet without some lengthy speeches. joseph chamberlain was the guest of honor at a dinner in an important city. the mayor presided, and when coffee was being served the mayor leaned over and touched mr. chamberlain, saying, "shall we let the people enjoy themselves a little longer, or had we better have your speech now?" "friend," said one immigrant to another, "this is a grand country to settle in. they don't hang you here for murder." "what do they do to you?" the other immigrant asked. "they kill you," was the reply, "with elocution." when daniel got into the lions' den and looked around he thought to himself, "whoever's got to do the after-dinner speaking, it won't be me." joseph h. choate and chauncey depew were invited to a dinner. mr. choate was to speak, and it fell to the lot of mr. depew to introduce him, which he did thus: "gentlemen, permit me to introduce ambassador choate, america's most inveterate after-dinner speaker. all you need to do to get a speech out of mr. choate is to open his mouth, drop in a dinner and up comes your speech." mr. choate thanked the senator for his compliment, and then said: "mr. depew says if you open my mouth and drop in a dinner up will come a speech, but i warn you that if you open your mouths and drop in one of senator depew's speeches up will come your dinners." mr. john c. hackett recently told the following story: "i was up in rockland county last summer, and there was a banquet given at a country hotel. all the farmers were there and all the village characters. i was asked to make a speech. "'now,' said i, with the usual apologetic manner, 'it is not fair to you that the toastmaster should ask me to speak. i am notorious as the worst public speaker in the state of new york. my reputation extends from one end of the state to the other. i have no rival whatever, when it comes--' i was interrupted by a lanky, ill-clad individual, who had stuck too close to the beer pitcher. "'gentlemen,' said he, 'i take 'ception to what this here man says. he ain't the worst public speaker in the state. i am. you all know it, an' i want it made a matter of record that i took 'ception.' "'well, my friend,' said i, 'suppose we leave it to the guests. you sit down while i say my piece, and then i'll sit down and let you give a demonstration.' the fellow agreed and i went on. i hadn't gone far when he got up again. "''s all right,' said he, 'you win; needn't go no farther!'" mark twain and chauncey m. depew once went abroad on the same ship. when the ship was a few days out they were both invited to a dinner. speech-making time came. mark twain had the first chance. he spoke twenty minutes and made a great hit. then it was mr. depew's turn. "mr. toastmaster and ladies and gentlemen," said the famous raconteur as he arose, "before this dinner mark twain and myself made an agreement to trade speeches. he has just delivered my speech, and i thank you for the pleasant manner in which you received it. i regret to say that i have lost the notes of his speech and cannot remember anything he was to say." then he sat down. there was much laughter. next day an englishman who had been in the party came across mark twain in the smoking-room. "mr clemens," he said, "i consider you were much imposed upon last night. i have always heard that mr. depew is a clever man, but, really, that speech of his you made last night struck me as being the most infernal rot." _see also_ orators; politicians; public speakers. age the good die young. here's hoping that you may live to a ripe old age. "how old are you, tommy?" asked a caller. "well, when i'm home i'm five, when i'm in school i'm six, and when i'm on the cars i'm four." "how effusively sweet that mrs. blondey is to you, jonesy," said witherell. "what's up? any tender little romance there?" "no, indeed--why, that woman hates me," said jonesy. "she doesn't show it," said witherell. "no; but she knows i know how old she is--we were both born on the same day," said jonesy, "and she's afraid i'll tell somebody." as every southerner knows, elderly colored people rarely know how old they are, and almost invariably assume an age much greater than belongs to them. in an atlanta family there is employed an old chap named joshua bolton, who has been with that family and the previous generation for more years than they can remember. in view, therefore, of his advanced age, it was with surprise that his employer received one day an application for a few days off, in order that the old fellow might, as he put it, "go up to de ole state of virginny" to see his aunt. "your aunt must be pretty old," was the employer's comment. "yassir," said joshua. "she's pretty ole now. i reckon she's 'bout a hundred an' ten years ole." "one hundred and ten! but what on earth is she doing up in virginia?" "i don't jest know," explained joshua, "but i understand she's up dere livin' wif her grandmother." when "bob" burdette was addressing the graduating class of a large eastern college for women, he began his remarks with the usual salutation, "young ladies of ' ." then in a horrified aside he added, "that's an awful age for a girl!" the parson (about to improve the golden hour)--"when a man reaches your age, mr. dodd, he cannot, in the nature of things, expect to live very much longer, and i--" the nonagenarian--"i dunno, parson. i be stronger on my legs than i were when i started!" a well-meaning washington florist was the cause of much embarrassment to a young man who was in love with a rich and beautiful girl. it appears that one afternoon she informed the young man that the next day would be her birthday, whereupon the suitor remarked that he would the next morning send her some roses, one rose for each year. that night he wrote a note to his florist, ordering the delivery of twenty roses for the young woman. the florist himself filled the order, and, thinking to improve on it, said to his clerk: "here's an order from young jones for twenty roses. he's one of my best customers, so i'll throw in ten more for good measure."--_edwin tarrisse_. a small boy who had recently passed his fifth birthday was riding in a suburban car with his mother, when they were asked the customary question, "how old is the boy?" after being told the correct age, which did not require a fare, the conductor passed on to the next person. the boy sat quite still as if pondering over some question, and then, concluding that full information had not been given, called loudly to the conductor, then at the other end of the car: "and mother's thirty-one!" the late john bigelow, the patriarch of diplomats and authors, and the no less distinguished physician and author, dr. s. weir mitchell, were together, several years ago, at west point. dr. bigelow was then ninety-two, and dr. mitchell eighty. the conversation turned to the subject of age. "i attribute my many years," said dr. bigelow, "to the fact that i have been most abstemious. i have eaten sparingly, and have not used tobacco, and have taken little exercise." "it is just the reverse in my case," explained dr. mitchell. "i have eaten just as much as i wished, if i could get it; i have always used tobacco, immoderately at times; and i have always taken a great deal of exercise." with that, ninety-two-years shook his head at eighty-years and said, "well, you will never live to be an old man!"--_sarah bache hodge_. a wise man never puts away childish things.--_sidney dark_. to the old, long life and treasure; to the young, all health and pleasure. --_ben jonson_. youth is a blunder; manhood a struggle; old age a regret.--_disraeli_. we do not count a man's years, until he has nothing else to count.--_emerson_. to be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.--_o.w. holmes_. agents "john, whatever induced you to buy a house in this forsaken region?" "one of the best men in the business."--_life_. agriculture a farmer, according to this definition, is a man who makes his money on the farm and spends it in town. an agriculturist is a man who makes his money in town and spends it on the farm. in certain parts of the west, where without irrigation the cultivators of the land would be in a bad way indeed, the light rains that during the growing season fall from time to time, are appreciated to a degree that is unknown in the east. last summer a fruit grower who owns fifty acres of orchards was rejoicing in one of these precipitations of moisture, when his hired man came into the house. "why don't you stay in out of the rain?" asked the fruit-man. "i don't mind a little dew like this," said the man. "i can work along just the same." "oh, i'm not talking about that," exclaimed the fruit-man. "the next time it rains, you can come into the house. i want that water on the land." they used to have a farming rule of forty acres and a mule. results were won by later men with forty square feet and a hen. and nowadays success we see with forty inches and a bee. --_wasp_. blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.--_charles dudley warner_. when tillage begins, other arts follow. the farmers, therefore, are the founders of human civilization.--_daniel webster_. alarm clocks mike (in bed, to alarm-clock as it goes off)--"i fooled yez that time. i was not aslape at all." alertness "alert?" repeated a congressman, when questioned concerning one of his political opponents. "why, he's alert as a providence bridegroom i heard of the other day. you know how bridegrooms starting off on their honeymoons sometimes forget all about their brides, and buy tickets only for themselves? that is what happened to the providence young man. and when his wife said to him, 'why, tom, you bought only one ticket,' he answered without a moment's hesitation, 'by jove, you're right, dear! i'd forgotten myself entirely!'" alibi a party of manila army women were returning in an auto from a suburban excursion when the driver unfortunately collided with another vehicle. while a policeman was taking down the names of those concerned an "english-speaking" filipino law-student politely asked one of the ladies how the accident had happened. "i'm sure i don't know," she replied; "i was asleep when it occurred." proud of his knowledge of the anglo-saxon tongue, the youth replied: "ah, madam, then you will be able to prove a lullaby." alimony "what is alimony, ma?" "it is a man's cash surrender value."--_town topics_ the proof of the wedding is in the alimony. allowances "why don't you give your wife an allowance?" "i did once, and she spent it before i could borrow it back." alternatives _see_ choices. altruism willie--"pa!" pa--"yes." willie--"teacher says we're here to help others." pa--"of course we are." willie--"well, what are the others here for?" there was once a remarkably kind boy who was a great angler. there was a trout stream in his neighborhood that ran through a rich man's estate. permits to fish the stream could now and then be obtained, and the boy was lucky enough to have a permit. one day he was fishing with another boy when a gamekeeper suddenly darted forth from a thicket. the lad with the permit uttered a cry of fright, dropped his rod, and ran off at top speed. the gamekeeper pursued. for about half a mile the gamekeeper was led a swift and difficult chase. then, worn out, the boy halted. the man seized him by the arm and said between pants: "have you a permit to fish on this estate? "yes to be sure," said the boy, quietly. "you have? then show it to me." the boy drew the permit from his pocket. the man examined it and frowned in perplexity and anger. "why did you run when you had this permit?" he asked. "to let the other boy get away," was the reply. "he didn't have none!" ambition oliver herford sat next to a soulful poetess at dinner one night, and that dreamy one turned her sad eyes upon him. "have you no other ambition, mr. herford," she demanded, "than to force people to degrade themselves by laughter?" yes, herford had an ambition. a whale of an ambition. some day he hoped to gratify it. the woman rested her elbows on the table and propped her face in her long, sad hands, and glowed into mr. herford's eyes. "oh, mr. herford," she said, "oliver! tell me about it." "i want to throw an egg into an electric fan," said herford, simply. "hubby," said the observant wife, "the janitor of these flats is a bachelor." "what of it?" "i really think he is becoming interested in our oldest daughter." "there you go again with your pipe dreams! last week it was a duke." the chief end of a man in new york is dissipation; in boston, conversation. when you are aspiring to the highest place, it is honorable to reach the second or even the third rank.--_cicero_. the man who seeks one thing in life, and but one, may hope to achieve it before life be done; but he who seeks all things, wherever he goes, only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows a harvest of barren regrets. --_owen meredith_ american girl here's to the dearest of all things on earth. (dearest precisely-- and yet of full worth.) one who lays siege to susceptible hearts. (pocket-books also-- that's one of her arts!) drink to her, toast her, your banner unfurl-- here's to the _priceless_ american girl! --_walter pulitzer_. americans eugene field was at a dinner in london when the conversation turned to the subject of lynching in the united states. it was the general opinion that a large percentage of americans met death at the end of a rope. finally the hostess turned to field and asked: "you, sir, must have often seen these affairs?" "yes," replied field, "hundreds of them." "oh, do tell us about a lynching you have seen yourself," broke in half a dozen voices at once. "well, the night before i sailed for england," said field, "i was giving a dinner at a hotel to a party of intimate friends when a colored waiter spilled a plate of soup over the gown of a lady at an adjoining table. the gown was utterly ruined, and the gentlemen of her party at once seized the waiter, tied a rope around his neck, and at a signal from the injured lady swung him into the air." "horrible!" said the hostess with a shudder. "and did you actually see this yourself?" "well, no," admitted field apologetically. "just at that moment i happened to be downstairs killing the chef for putting mustard in the blanc mange." you can always tell the english, you can always tell the dutch, you can always tell the yankees-- but you can't tell them _much!_ amusements a newspaper thus defined amusements: the friends' picnic this year was not as well attended as it has been for some years. this can be laid to three causes, viz.: the change of place in holding it, deaths in families, and other amusements. i wish that my room had a floor; i don't so much care for a door; but this crawling around without touching the ground is getting to be quite a bore. i am a great friend to public amusements; for they keep people from vice.--_samuel johnson_. anatomy tommy--"my gran'pa wuz in th' civil war, an' he lost a leg or a arm in every battle he fit in!" johnny--"gee! how many battles was he in?" tommy--"about forty." they thought more of the legion of honor in the time of the first napoleon than they do now. the emperor one day met an old one-armed veteran. "how did you lose your arm?" he asked. "sire, at austerlitz." "and were you not decorated?" "no, sire." "then here is my own cross for you; i make you chevalier." "your majesty names me chevalier because i have lost one arm. what would your majesty have done had i lost both arms?" "oh, in that case i should have made you officer of the legion." whereupon the old soldier immediately drew his sword and cut off his other arm. there is no particular reason to doubt this story. the only question is, how did he do it? ancestry a western buyer is inordinately proud of the fact that one of his ancestors affixed his name to the declaration of independence. at the time the salesman called, the buyer was signing a number of checks and affixed his signature with many a curve and flourish. the salesman's patience becoming exhausted in waiting for the buyer to recognize him, he finally observed: "you have a fine signature, mr. so-and-so." "yes," admitted the buyer, "i should have. one of my forefathers signed the declaration of independence." "so?" said the caller, with rising inflection. and then he added: "vell, you aind't got nottings on me. one of my forefathers signed the ten commandments." in a speech in the senate on hawaiian affairs, senator depew of new york told this story: when queen liliuokalani was in england during the english queen's jubilee, she was received at buckingham palace. in the course of the remarks that passed between the two queens, the one from the sandwich islands said that she had english blood in her veins. "how so?" inquired victoria. "my ancestors ate captain cook." signor marconi, in an interview in washington, praised american democracy. "over here," he said, "you respect a man for what he is himself--not for what his family is--and thus you remind me of the gardener in bologna who helped me with my first wireless apparatus. "as my mother's gardener and i were working on my apparatus together a young count joined us one day, and while he watched us work the count boasted of his lineage. "the gardener, after listening a long while, smiled and said: "'if you come from an ancient family, it's so much the worse for you sir; for, as we gardeners say, the older the seed the worse the crop.'" "gerald," said the young wife, noticing how heartily he was eating, "do i cook as well as your mother did?" gerald put up his monocle, and stared at her through it. "once and for all, agatha," he said, "i beg you will remember that although i may seem to be in reduced circumstances now, i come of an old and distinguished family. my mother was not a cook." "my ancestors came over in the 'mayflower.'" "that's nothing; my father descended from an aëroplane."--_life_. when in england, governor foss, of massachusetts, had luncheon with a prominent englishman noted for boasting of his ancestry. taking a coin from his pocket, the englishman said: "my great-great-grandfather was made a lord by the king whose picture you see on this shilling." "indeed!" replied the governor, smiling, as he produced another coin. "what a coincidence! my great-great-grandfather was made an angel by the indian whose picture you see on this cent." people will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors.--_burke_. from yon blue heavens above us bent, the gardener adam and his wife smile at the claims of long descent. --_tennyson_. anger charlie and nancy had quarreled. after their supper mother tried to re-establish friendly relations. she told them of the bible verse, "let not the sun go down upon your wrath." "now, charlie," she pleaded, "are you going to let the sun go down on your wrath?" charlie squirmed a little. then: "well, how can _i_ stop it?" when a husband loses his temper he usually finds his wife's. it is easy enough to restrain our wrath when the other fellow is the bigger. anniversaries mrs. jones--"does your husband remember your wedding anniversary?" mrs. smith--"no; so i remind him of it in january and june, and get two presents." antidotes "suppose," asked the professor in chemistry, "that you were summoned to the side of a patient who had accidentally swallowed a heavy dose of oxalic acid, what would you administer?" the student who, studying for the ministry, took chemistry because it was obligatory in the course, replied, "i would administer the sacrament." appearances "how fat and well your little boy looks." "ah, you should never judge from appearances. he's got a gumboil on one side of his face and he has been stung by a wasp on the other." applause a certain theatrical troupe, after a dreary and unsuccessful tour, finally arrived in a small new jersey town. that night, though there was no furore or general uprising of the audience, there was enough hand-clapping to arouse the troupe's dejected spirits. the leading man stepped to the foot-lights after the first act and bowed profoundly. still the clapping continued. when he went behind the scenes he saw an irish stagehand laughing heartily. "well, what do you think of that?" asked the actor, throwing out his chest. "what d'ye mane?" replied the irishman. "why, the hand-clapping out there," was the reply. "hand-clapping?" "yes," said the thespian, "they are giving me enough applause to show they appreciate me." "d'ye call thot applause?" inquired the old fellow. "whoi, thot's not applause. thot's the audience killin' mosquitoes." applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.--_colton_. o popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?--_cowper_. arbitration international a war was going on, and one day, the papers being full of the grim details of a bloody battle, a woman said to her husband: "this slaughter is shocking. it's fiendish. can nothing he done to stop it?" "i'm afraid not," her husband answered. "why don't both sides come together and arbitrate?" she cried. "they did," said he. "they did, 'way back in june. that's how the gol-durned thing started." arithmetic "he seems to be very clever." "yes, indeed, he can even do the problems that his children have to work out at school." sonny--"aw, pop, i don't wanter study arithmetic." pop--"what! a son of mine grow up and not he able to figure up baseball scores and batting averages? never!" teacher--"now, johnny, suppose i should borrow $ from your father and should pay him $ a month for ten months, how much would i then owe him?" johnny--"about $ interest." "see how i can count, mama," said kitty. "there's my right foot. that's one. there's my left foot. that's two. two and one make three. three feet make a yard, and i want to go out and play in it!" "two old salts who had spent most of their lives on fishing smacks had an argument one day as to which was the better mathematician," said george c. wiedenmayer the other day. "finally the captain of their ship proposed the following problem which each would try to work out: 'if a fishing crew caught pounds of cod and brought their catch to port and sold it at cents a pound, how much would they receive for the fish?' "well, the two old fellows got to work, but neither seemed able to master the intricacies of the deal in fish, and they were unable to get any answer. "at last old bill turned to the captain and asked him to repeat the problem. the captain started off: 'if a fishing crew caught pounds of cod and--.' "'wait a moment,' said bill, 'is it codfish they caught?' "'yep,' said the captain. "'darn it all,' said bill. 'no wonder i couldn't get an answer. here i've been figuring on salmon all the time.'" armies a new volunteer at a national guard encampment who had not quite learned his business, was on sentry duty, one night, when a friend brought a pie from the canteen. as he sat on the grass eating pie, the major sauntered up in undress uniform. the sentry, not recognizing him, did not salute, and the major stopped and said: "what's that you have there?" "pie," said the sentry, good-naturedly. "apple pie. have a bite?" the major frowned. "do you know who i am?" he asked. "no," said the sentry, "unless you're the major's groom." the major shook his head. "guess again," he growled. "the barber from the village?" "no." "maybe"--here the sentry laughed--"maybe you're the major himself?" "that's right. i am the major," was the stern reply. the sentry scrambled to his feet. "good gracious!" he exclaimed. "hold the pie, will you, while i present arms!" the battle was going against him. the commander-in-chief, himself ruler of the south american republic, sent an aide to the rear, ordering general blanco to bring up his regiment at once. ten minutes passed; but it didn't come. twenty, thirty, and an hour--still no regiment. the aide came tearing back hatless, breathless. "my regiment! my regiment! where is it? where is it?" shrieked the commander. "general," answered the excited aide, "blanco started it all right, but there are a couple of drunken americans down the road and they won't let it go by." an army officer decided to see for himself how his sentries were doing their duty. he was somewhat surprised at overhearing the following: "halt! who goes there?" "friend--with a bottle." "pass, friend. halt, bottle." "a war is a fearful thing," said mr. dolan. "it is," replied mr. rafferty. "when you see the fierceness of members of the army toward one another, the fate of a common enemy must be horrible." _see also_ military discipline. army rations the colonel of a volunteer regiment camping in virginia came across a private on the outskirts of the camp, painfully munching on something. his face was wry and his lips seemed to move only with the greatest effort. "what are you eating?" demanded the colonel. "persimmons, sir." "good heavens! haven't you got any more sense than to eat persimmons at this time of the year? they'll pucker the very stomach out of you." "i know, sir. that's why i'm eatin' 'em. i'm tryin' to shrink me stomach to fit me rations." on the occasion of the annual encampment of a western militia, one of the soldiers, a clerk who lived well at home, was experiencing much difficulty in disposing of his rations. a fellow-sufferer nearby was watching with no little amusement the first soldier's attempts to fletcherize a piece of meat. "any trouble, tom?" asked the second soldier sarcastically. "none in particular," was the response. then, after a sullen survey of the bit of beef he held in his hand, the amateur fighter observed: "bill, i now fully realize what people mean when they speak of the sinews of war."--_howard morse_. art there was an old sculptor named phidias, whose knowledge of art was invidious. he carved aphrodite without any nightie-- which startled the purely fastidious. --_gilbert k. chesterton_. the friend had dropped in to see d'auber, the great animal painter, put the finishing touches on his latest painting. he was mystified, however, when d'auber took some raw meat and rubbed it vigorously over the painted rabbit in the foreground. "why on earth did you do that?" he asked. "why you see," explained d'auber, "mrs millions is coming to see this picture today. when she sees her pet poodle smell that rabbit, and get excited over it, she'll buy it on the spot." a young artist once persuaded whistler to come and view his latest effort. the two stood before the canvas for some moments in silence. finally the young man asked timidly, "don't you think, sir, that this painting of mine is--well--er--tolerable?" whistler's eyes twinkled dangerously. "what is your opinion of a tolerable egg?" he asked. the amateur artist was painting sunset, red with blue streaks and green dots. the old rustic, at a respectful distance, was watching. "ah," said the artist looking up suddenly, "perhaps to you, too, nature has opened her sky picture page by page! have you seen the lambent flame of dawn leaping across the livid east; the red-stained, sulphurous islets floating in the lake of fire in the west; the ragged clouds at midnight, black as a raven's wing, blotting out the shuddering moon?" "no," replied the rustic, "not since i give up drink." art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.--_jean paul richter_. now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they being both the servants of his providence. art is the perfection of nature. were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos. nature hath made one world, and art another. in brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of god.--_sir thomas browne_. artists artist--"i'd like to devote my last picture to a charitable purpose." critic--"why not give it to an institution for the blind?" "wealth has its penalties." said the ready-made philosopher. "yes," replied mr. cumrox. "i'd rather be back at the dear old factory than learning to pronounce the names of the old masters in my picture-gallery." critic--"by george, old chap, when i look at one of your paintings i stand and wonder--" artist--"how i do it?" critic "no; why you do it." he that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own genius: as he must needs paint for other minds, and not for his own.--_mrs. jameson_. athletes the caller's eye had caught the photograph of tommie billups, standing on the desk of mr. billups. "that your boy, billups?" he asked. "yes," said billups, "he's a sophomore up at binkton college." "looks intellectual rather than athletic," said the caller. "oh, he's an athlete all right," said billups. "when it comes to running up accounts, and jumping his board-bill, and lifting his voice, and throwing a thirty-two pound bluff, there isn't a gladiator in creation that can give my boy tommie any kind of a handicap. he's just written for an extra check." "and as a proud father you are sending it, i don't doubt," smiled the caller. "yes," grinned billups; "i am sending him a rain-check i got at the hall-game yesterday. as an athlete, he'll appreciate its value."--_j.k.b_. attention the supervisor of a school was trying to prove that children are lacking in observation. to the children he said, "now, children, tell me a number to put on the board." some child said, "thirty-six." the supervisor wrote sixty-three. he asked for another number, and seventy-six was given. he wrote sixty-seven. when a third number was asked, a child who apparently had paid no attention called out: "theventy-theven. change _that_ you thucker!" authors the following is a recipe for an author: take the usual number of fingers, add paper, manila or white, a typewriter, plenty of postage and something or other to write. --_life_. oscar wilde, upon hearing one of whistler's _bon mots_ exclaimed: "oh, jimmy; i wish i had said that!" "never mind, dear oscar," was the rejoinder, "you will!" the author--"would you advise me to get out a small edition?" the publisher--"yes, the smaller the better. the more scarce a book is at the end of four or five centuries the more money you realize from it." ambitious author--"hurray! five dollars for my latest story, 'the call of the lure!'" fast friend--"who from?" ambitious author--"the express company. they lost it." a lady who had arranged an authors' reading at her house succeeded in persuading her reluctant husband to stay home that evening to assist in receiving the guests. he stood the entertainment as long as he could--three authors, to be exact--and then made an excuse that he was going to open the front door to let in some fresh air. in the hall he found one of the servants asleep on a settee. "wake up!" he commanded, shaking the fellow roughly. "what does this mean, your being asleep out here? you must have been listening at the keyhole." an ambitious young man called upon a publisher and stated that he had decided to write a book. "may i venture to inquire as to the nature of the book you propose to write?" asked the publisher, very politely. "oh," came in an offhand way from the aspirant to literary fame, "i think of doing something on the line of 'les miserables,' only livelier, you know." "so you have had a long siege of nervous prostration?" we say to the haggard author. "what caused it? overwork?" "in a way, yes," he answers weakly. "i tried to do a novel with a robert w. chambers hero and a mary e. wilkins heroine."--_life_. mark twain at a dinner at the authors' club said: "speaking of fresh eggs, i am reminded of the town of squash. in my early lecturing days i went to squash to lecture in temperance hall, arriving in the afternoon. the town seemed very poorly billed. i thought i'd find out if the people knew anything at all about what was in store for them. so i turned in at the general store. 'good afternoon, friend,' i said to the general storekeeper. 'any entertainment here tonight to help a stranger while away his evening?' the general storekeeper, who was sorting mackerels, straightened up, wiped his briny hands on his apron, and said: 'i expect there's goin' to be a lecture. i've been sellin' eggs all day." an american friend of edmond rostand says that the great dramatist once told him of a curious encounter he had had with a local magistrate in a town not far from his own. it appears that rostand had been asked to register the birth of a friend's newly arrived son. the clerk at the registry office was an officious little chap, bent on carrying out the letter of the law. the following dialogue ensued: "your name, sir?" "edmond rostand." "vocation?" "man of letters, and member of the french academy." "very well, sir. you must sign your name. can you write? if not, you may make a cross."--_howard morse_. george w. cable, the southern writer, was visiting a western city where he was invited to inspect the new free library. the librarian conducted the famous writer through the building until they finally reached the department of books devoted to fiction. "we have all your books, mr. cable," proudly said the librarian. "you see there they are--all of them on the shelves there: not one missing." and mr. cable's hearty laugh was not for the reason that the librarian thought! brief history of a successful author: from ink-pots to flesh-pots--_r.r. kirk_. "it took me nearly ten years to learn that i couldn't write stories." "i suppose you gave it up then?" "no, no. by that time i had a reputation." "i dream my stories," said hicks, the author. "how you must dread going to bed!" exclaimed cynicus. the five-year-old son of james oppenheim, author of "the olympian," was recently asked what work he was going to do when he became a man. "oh," ralph replied, "i'm not going to work at all." "well, what are you going to do, then?" he was asked. "why," he said seriously, "i'm just going to write stories, like daddy." william dean howells is the kindliest of critics, but now and then some popular novelist's conceit will cause him to bristle up a little. "you know," said one, fishing for compliments, "i get richer and richer, but all the same i think my work is falling off. my new work is not so good as my old." "oh, nonsense!" said mr. howells. "you write just as well as you ever did. your taste is improving, that's all." james oliver curwood, a novelist, tells of a recent encounter with the law. the value of a short story he was writing depended upon a certain legal situation which he found difficult to manage. going to a lawyer of his acquaintance he told him the plot and was shown a way to the desired end. "you've saved me just $ ," he exclaimed, "for that's what i am going to get for this story." a week later he received a bill from the lawyer as follows: "for literary advice, $ ." he says he paid. "tried to skin me, that scribbler did!" "what did he want?" "wanted to get out a book jointly, he to write the book and i to write the advertisements. i turned him down. i wasn't going to do all the literary work." at a london dinner recently the conversation turned to the various methods of working employed by literary geniuses. among the examples cited was that of a well-known poet, who, it is said, was wont to arouse his wife about four o'clock in the morning and exclaim, "maria, get up; i've thought of a good word!" whereupon the poet's obedient helpmate would crawl out of bed and make a note of the thought-of word. about an hour later, like as not, a new inspiration would seize the bard, whereupon he would again arouse his wife, saying, "maria, maria, get up! i've thought of a better word!" the company in general listened to the story with admiration, but a merry-eyed american girl remarked: "well, if he'd been my husband i should have replied, 'alpheus, get up yourself; i've thought of a bad word!'" "there is probably no hell for authors in the next world--they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this."--_bovee_. a thought upon my forehead, my hand up to my face; i want to be an author, an air of studied grace! i want to be an author, with genius on my brow; i want to be an author, and i want to be it now! --_ella hutchison ellwanger_. that writer does the most, who gives his reader the most knowledge, and takes from him the least time.--_c.c. colton_. habits of close attention, thinking heads, become more rare as dissipation spreads, till authors hear at length one general cry tickle and entertain us, or we die! --_cowper_. the author who speaks about his own books is almost as bad as a mother who talks about her own children.--_disraeli_. automobiles teacher--"if a man saves $ a week, how long will it take him to save a thousand?" boy--"he never would, ma'am. after he got $ he'd buy a car." "how fast is your car, jimpson?" asked harkaway. "well," said jimpson, "it keeps about six months ahead of my income generally." "what is the name of your automobile?" "i don't know." "you don't know? what do your folks call it?" "oh, as to that, father always says 'the mortgage'; brother tom calls it 'the fake'; mother, 'my limousine'; sister, 'our car'; grandma, 'that peril'; the chauffeur, 'some freak,' and our neighbors, 'the limit.'"--_life_. "what little boy can tell me the difference between the 'quick' and the 'dead?'" asked the sunday-school teacher. willie waved his hand frantically. "well, willie?" "please, ma'am, the 'quick' are the ones that get out of the way of automobiles; the ones that don't are the 'dead.'" "do you have much trouble with your automobile?" "trouble! say, i couldn't have more if i was married to the blamed machine." a little "brush" chugged painfully up to the gate of a race track. the gate-keeper, demanding the usual fee for automobiles, called: "a dollar for the car!" the owner looked up with a pathetic smile of relief and said: "sold!" autos rush in where mortgages have dared to tread. _see also_ fords; profanity. automobiling "sorry, gentlemen," said the new constable, "but i'll hev to run ye in. we been keepin' tabs on ye sence ye left huckleberry corners." "why, that's nonsense!" said dubbleigh. "it's taken us four hours to come twenty miles, thanks to a flabby tire. that's only five miles an hour." "sure!" said the new constable, "but the speed law round these here parts is ten mile an hour, and by jehosophat i'm goin' to make you ottermobile fellers live up to it." two street pedlers in bradford, england, bought a horse for $ . . it was killed by a motor-car one day and the owner of the car paid them $ for the loss. thereupon a new industry sprang up on the roads of england. "it was very romantic," says the friend. "he proposed to her in the automobile." "yes?" we murmur, encouragingly. "and she accepted him in the hospital." "what you want to do is to have that mudhole in the road fixed," said the visitor. "that goes to show," replied farmer corntassel, "how little you reformers understand local conditions. i've purty nigh paid off a mortgage with the money i made haulm' automobiles out o' that mud-hole." the old lady from the country and her small son were driving to town when a huge automobile bore down upon them. the horse was badly frightened and began to prance, whereupon the old lady leaped down and waved wildly to the chauffeur, screaming at the top of her voice. the chauffeur stopped the car and offered to help get the horse past. "that's all right," said the boy, who remained composedly in the carriage, "i can manage the horse. you just lead mother past." "what makes you carry that horrible shriek machine for an automobile signal?" "for humane reasons." replied mr. chugging. "if i can paralyze a person with fear he will keep still and i can run to one side of him." in certain sections of west virginia there is no liking for automobilists, as was evidenced in the case of a washingtonian who was motoring in a sparsely settled region of the state. this gentleman was haled before a local magistrate upon the complaint of a constable. the magistrate, a good-natured man, was not, however, absolutely certain that the washingtonian's car had been driven too fast; and the owner stoutly insisted that he had been progressing at the rate of only six miles an hour. "why, your honor," he said, "my engine was out of order, and i was going very slowly because i was afraid it would break down completely. i give you my word, sir, you could have walked as fast as i was running." "well," said the magistrate, after due reflection, "you don't appear to have been exceeding the speed limit, but at the same time you must have been guilty of something, or you wouldn't be here. i fine you ten dollars for loitering."--_fenimore martin_. aviation the aviator's wife was taking her first trip with her husband in his airship. "wait a minute, george," she said. "i'm afraid we will have to go down again." "what's wrong?" asked her husband. "i believe i have dropped one of the pearl buttons off my jacket. i think i can see it glistening on the ground." "keep your seat, my dear," said the aviator, "that's lake erie." aviator (to young assistant, who has begun to be frightened)--"well, what do you want now?" assistant (whimpering)--"i want the earth."--_abbie c. dixon_. when claude grahame-white the famous aviator, author of "the aeroplane in war," was in this country not long ago, he was spending a week-end at a country home. he tells the following story of an incident that was very amusing to him. "the first night that i arrived, a dinner party was given. feeling very enthusiastic over the recent flights, i began to tell the young woman who was my partner at the table of some of the details of the aviation sport. "it was not until the dessert was brought on that i realized that i had been doing all the talking; indeed, the young woman seated next me had not uttered a single word since i first began talking about aviation. perhaps she was not interested in the subject, i thought, although to an enthusiast like me it seemed quite incredible. "'i am afraid i have been boring you with this shop talk," i said, feeling as if i should apologize. "'oh, not at all,' she murmured, in very polite tones; 'but would you mind telling me, what is aviation?'"--_m.a. hitchcock_. aviators little drops in water-- little drops on land-- make the aviator, join the heavenly band. --_satire_. "are you an experienced aviator?" "well, sir, i have been at it six weeks and i am all here."--_life_. babies _see_ children. baccalaureate sermons proud father--"rick, my boy, if you live up to your oration you'll be an honor to the family." valedictorian-"i expect to do better than that, father. i am going to try to live up to the baccalaureate sermon." bacteria there once were some learned m.d.'s, who captured some germs of disease, and infected a train which, without causing pain, allowed one to catch it with ease. two doctors met in the hall of the hospital. "well," said the first, "what's new this morning?" "i've got a most curious case. woman, cross-eyed; in fact, so cross-eyed that when she cries the tears run down her back." "what are you doing for her?" "just now," was the answer, "we're treating her for bacteria." badges mrs. philpots came panting downstairs on her way to the temperance society meeting. she was a short, plump woman. "addie, run up to my room and get my blue ribbon rosette, the temperance badge," she directed her maid. "i have forgotten it. you will know it, addie--blue ribbon and gold lettering." "yas'm, i knows it right well." addie could not read, but she knew a blue ribbon with gold lettering when she saw it, and therefore had not trouble in finding it and fastening it properly on the dress of her mistress. at the meeting mrs. philpots was too busy greeting her friends to note that they smiled when they shook hands with her. when she reached home supper was served, so she went directly to the dining-room, where the other members of the family were seated. "gracious me, mother!" exclaimed her son: "that blue ribbon--you haven't been wearing that at the temperance meeting?" a loud laugh went up on all sides. "why, what is it, harry?" asked the good woman, clutching at the ribbon in surprise. "why, mother dear, didn't you know that was the ribbon i won at the show?" the gold lettering on the ribbon read: interstate poultry show first prize bantam baggage an aberdonian went to spend a few days in london with his son, who had done exceptionally well in the great metropolis. after their first greetings at king's cross station, the young fellow remarked: "feyther, you are not lookin' weel. is there anything the matter?" the old man replied, "aye, lad, i have had quite an accident." "what was that, feyther?" "mon," he said, "on this journey frae bonnie scotland i lost my luggage." "dear, dear, that's too bad; 'oo did it happen?" "aweel" replied the aberdonian, "the cork cam' oot." johnnie poe, one of the famous princeton football family, and incidentally a great-nephew of edgar allan poe, was a general in the army of honduras in one of their recent wars. finally, when things began to look black with peace and the american general discovered that his princely pay when translated into united states money was about sixty cents a day, he struck for the coast. there he found a united states warship and asked transportation home. "sure," the commander told him. "we'll be glad to have you. come aboard whenever you like and bring your luggage." "thanks," said poe warmly. "i'll sure do that. i only have fifty-four pieces." "what!" exclaimed the commander. "what do you think i'm running? a freighter?" "oh, well, you needn't get excited about it," purred poe. "my fifty-four pieces consist of one pair of socks and a pack of playing cards." baldness one mother who still considers marcel waves as the most fashionable way of dressing the hair was at work on the job. her little eight-year-old girl was crouched on her father's lap, watching her mother. every once in a while the baby fingers would slide over the smooth and glossy pate which is father's. "no waves for you, father," remarked the little one. "you're all beach." "were any of your boyish ambitions ever realized?" asked the sentimentalist. "yes," replied the practical person. "when my mother used to cut my hair i often wished i might be bald-headed." congressman longworth is not gifted with much hair, his head being about as shiny as a billiard ball. one day ex-president taft, then secretary of war, and congressman longworth sallied into a barbershop. "hair cut?" asked the barber of longworth. "yes," answered the congressman. "oh, no, nick," commented the secretary of war from the next chair, "you don't want a hair cut; you want a shine." "o, mother, why are the men in the front baldheaded?" "they bought their tickets from scalpers, my child." the costumer came forward to attend to the nervous old beau who was mopping his bald and shining poll with a big silk handkerchief. "and what can i do for you?" he asked. "i want a little help in the way of a suggestion," said the old fellow. "i intend going to the french students' masquerade ball to-night, and i want a distinctly original costume--something i may be sure no one else will wear. what would you suggest?" the costumer looked him over attentively, bestowing special notice on the gleaming knob. "well, i'll tell you," he said then, thoughtfully: "why don't you sugar your head and go as a pill?"--_frank x. finnegan_. united states senator ollie james, of kentucky, is bald. "does being bald bother you much?" a candid friend asked him once. "yes, a little," answered the truthful james. "i suppose you feel the cold severely in winter," went on the friend. "no; it's not that so much," said the senator. "the main bother is when i'm washing myself--unless i keep my hat on i don't know where my face stops." a near-sighted old lady at a dinner-party, one evening, had for her companion on the left a very bald-headed old gentleman. while talking to the gentleman at her right she dropped her napkin unconsciously. the bald-headed gentleman, in stooping to pick it up, touched her arm. the old lady turned around, shook her head, and very politely said: "no melon, thank you." banks and banking during a financial panic, a german farmer went to a bank for some money. he was told that the bank was not paying out money, but was using cashier's checks. he could not understand this, and insisted on money. the officers took him in hand, one after another, with little effect. at last the president tried his hand, and after long and minute explanation, some inkling of the situation seemed to be dawning on the farmer's mind. much encouraged, the president said: "you understand now how it is, don't you, mr.. schmidt?" "i t'ink i do," admitted mr. schmidt. "it's like dis, aindt it? ven my baby vakes up at night and vants some milk, i gif him a milk ticket." she advanced to the paying teller's window and, handing in a check for fifty dollars, stated that it was a birthday present from her husband and asked for payment. the teller informed her that she must first endorse it. "i don't know what you mean," she said hesitatingly. "why, you see," he explained, "you must write your name on the back, so that when we return the check to your husband, he will know we have paid you the money." "oh, is that all?" she said, relieved.... one minute elapses. thus the "endorsement": "many thanks, dear, i've got the money. your loving wife, evelyn." friend--"so you're going to make it hot for that fellow who held up the bank, shot the cashier, and got away with the ten thousand?" banker--"yes, indeed. he was entirely too fresh. there's a decent way to do that, you know. if he wanted to get the money, why didn't he come into the bank and work his way up the way the rest of us did?"--_puck_. baptism a revival was being held at a small colored baptist church in southern georgia. at one of the meetings the evangelist, after an earnest but fruitless exhortation, requested all of the congregation who wanted their souls washed white as snow to stand up. one old darky remained sitting. "don' yo' want y' soul washed w'ite as snow, brudder jones?" "mah soul done been washed w'ite as snow, pahson." "whah wuz yo' soul washed w'ite as snow, brudder jones?" "over yander to the methodis' chu'ch acrost de railroad." "brudder jones, yo' soul wa'n't washed--hit were dry-cleaned."--_life_. baptists an old colored man first joined the episcopal church, then the methodist and next the baptist, where he remained. questioned as to the reason for his church travels he responded: "well, suh, hit's this way: de 'piscopals is gemmen, suh, but i couldn't keep up wid de answerin' back in dey church. de methodis', dey always holdin' inquiry meetin', and i don't like too much inquirin' into. but de baptis', suh, dey jes' dip and are done wid hit." a methodist negro exhorter shouted: "come up en jine de army ob de lohd." "i'se done jined," replied one of the congregation. "whar'd yoh jine?" asked the exhorter. "in de baptis' chu'ch." "why, chile," said the exhorter, "yoh ain't in the army; yoh's in de navy." bargains manager (five-and-ten-cent store)--"what did the lady who just went out want?" shopgirl--"she inquired if we had a shoe department." "hades," said the lady who loves to shop, "would be a magnificent and endless bargain counter and i looking on without a cent." newell dwight hillis, the now famous new york preacher and author, some years ago took charge of the first presbyterian church of evanston, illinois. shortly after going there he required the services of a physician, and on the advice of one of his parishioners called in a doctor noted for his ability properly to emphasize a good story, but who attended church very rarely. he proved very satisfactory to the young preacher, but for some reason could not be induced to render a bill. finally dr. hillis, becoming alarmed at the inroads the bill might make in his modest stipend, went to the physician and said, "see here, doctor, i must know how much i owe you." after some urging, the physician replied: "well, i'll tell you what i'll do with you, hillis. they say you're a pretty good preacher, and you seem to think i am a fair doctor, so i'll make this bargain with you. i'll do all i can to keep you out of heaven if you do all you can to keep me out of hell, and it won't cost either of us a cent. is it a go?" "my wife and myself are trying to get up a list of club magazines. by taking three you get a discount." "how are you making out?" "well, we can get one that i don't want, and one that she doesn't want, and one that neither wants for $ . ." baseball a run in time saves the nine. knowin' all 'bout baseball is jist 'bout as profitable as bein' a good whittler.--_abe martin_. "plague take that girl!" "my friend, that is the most beautiful girl in this town." "that may be. but she obstructs my view of second base." when miss cheney, one of the popular teachers in the swarthmore schools, had to deal with a boy who played "hookey," she failed to impress him with the evil of his ways. "don't you know what becomes of little boys who stay away from school to play baseball?" asked miss cheney. "yessum," replied the lad promptly. "some of 'em gets to be good players and pitch in the big leagues." baths and bathing the only unoccupied room in the hotel--one with a private bath in connection with it--was given to the stranger from kansas. the next morning the clerk was approached by the guest when the latter was ready to check out. "well, did you have a good night's rest?" the clerk asked. "no, i didn't," replied the kansan. "the room was all right, and the bed was pretty good, but i couldn't sleep very much for i was afraid some one would want to take a bath, and the only door to it was through my room." rural constable-"now then, come out o' that. bathing's not allowed 'ere after a.m." the face in the water-"excuse me, sergeant, i'm not bathing; i'm only drowning."--_punch_. a woman and her brother lived alone in the scotch highlands. she knitted gloves and garments to sell in the lowland towns. once when she was starting out to market her wares, her brother said he would go with her and take a dip in the ocean. while the woman was in the town selling her work, sandy was sporting in the waves. when his sister came down to join him, however, he met her with a wry face. "oh, kirstie," he said, "i've lost me weskit." they hunted high and low, but finally as night settled down decided that the waves must have carried it out to sea. the next year, at about the same season, the two again visited the town. and while kirstie sold her wool in the town, sandy splashed about in the brine. when kirstie joined her brother she found him with a radiant face, and he cried out to her, "oh, kirstie, i've found me weskit. 'twas under me shirt." in one of the lesser indian hill wars an english detachment took an afghan prisoner. the afghan was very dirty. accordingly two privates were deputed to strip and wash him. the privates dragged the man to a stream of running water, undressed him, plunged him in, and set upon him lustily with stiff brushes and large cakes of white soap. after a long time one of the privates came back to make a report. he saluted his officer and said disconsolately: "it's no use, sir. it's no use." "no use?" said the officer. "what do you mean? haven't you washed that afghan yet?" "it's no use, sir," the private repeated. "we've washed him for two hours, but it's no use." "how do you mean it's no use?" said the officer angrily. "why, sir," said the private, "after rubbin' him and scrubbin' him till our arms ached i'll be hanged if we didn't come to another suit of clothes." bazars once upon a time a deacon who did not favor church bazars was going along a dark street when a footpad suddenly appeared, and, pointing his pistol, began to relieve his victim of his money. the thief, however, apparently suffered some pangs of remorse. "it's pretty rough to be gone through like this, ain't it, sir?" he inquired. "oh, that's all right, my man," the "held-up" one answered cheerfully. "i was on my way to a bazar. you're first, and there's an end of it." beards there was an old man with a beard, who said, "it is just as i feared!-- two owls and a hen, four larks and a wren, have all built their nests in my beard." beauty if eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being. --emerson. a thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. beauty, personal in good looks i am not a star. there are others more lovely by far. but my face--i don't mind it, because i'm behind it-- it's the people in front that i jar. "shine yer boots, sir?" "no," snapped the man. "shine 'em so's yer can see yer face in 'em?" urged the bootblack. "no, i tell you!" "coward," hissed the bootblack. a farmer returning home late at night, found a man standing beside the house with a lighted lantern in his hand. "what are you doing here?" he asked, savagely, suspecting he had caught a criminal. for answer came a chuckle, and--"it's only mee, zur." the farmer recognized john, his shepherd. "it's you, john, is it? what on earth are you doing here this time o' night?" another chuckle. "i'm a-coortin' ann, zur." "and so you've come courting with a lantern, you fool. why i never took a lantern when i courted your mistress." "no, zur, you didn't, zur," john chuckled. "we can all zee you didn't, zur." the senator and the major were walking up the avenue. the senator was more than middle-aged and considerably more than fat, and, dearly as the major loved him, he also loved his joke. the senator turned with a pleased expression on his benign countenance and said, "major, did you see that pretty girl smile at me?" "oh, that's nothing," replied his friend. "the first time i saw you i laughed out loud!"--_harper's magazine_. pat, thinking to enliven the party, stated, with watch in hand: "i'll presint a box of candy to the loidy that makes the homeliest face within the next three minutes." the time expired, pat announced: "ah, mrs. mcguire, you get the prize." "but," protested mrs. mcguire, "go way wid ye! i wasn't playin' at all." arthur--"they say dear, that people who live together get to look alike." kate--"then you must consider my refusal as final." in the negro car of a railway train in one of the gulf states a bridal couple were riding--a very light, rather good looking colored girl and a typical full blooded negro of possibly a reverted type, with receding forehead, protruding eyes, broad, flat nose very thick lips and almost no chin. he was positively and aggressively ugly. they had been married just before boarding the train and, like a good many of their white brothers and sisters, were very much interested in each other, regardless of the amusement of their neighbors. after various "billings and cooings" the man sank down in the seat and, resting his head on the lady's shoulder, looked soulfully up into her eyes. she looked fondly down upon him and after a few minutes murmured gently, "laws, honey, ain't yo' shamed to be so han'some?" little dabs of powder, little specks of paint, make my lady's freckles look as if they ain't. --_mary a. fairchild_. he kissed her on the cheek, it seemed a harmless frolic; he's been laid up a week they say, with painter's colic. --_the christian register_. mother (to inquisitive child)--"stand aside. don't you see the gentleman wants to take the lady's picture?" "why does he want to?"--_life_. one day, while walking with a friend in san francisco, a professor and his companion became involved in an argument as to which was the handsomer man of the two. not being able to arrive at a settlement of the question, they agreed, in a spirit of fun, to leave it to the decision of a chinaman who was seen approaching them. the matter being laid before him, the oriental considered long and carefully; then he announced in a tone of finality, "both are worse." "what a homely woman!" "sir, that is my wife. i'll have you understand it is a woman's privilege to be homely." "gee, then she abused the privilege." beauty is worse than wine; it intoxicates both the holder and the beholder.--_zimmermann_. beds a western politician tells the following story as illustrating the inconveniences attached to campaigning in certain sections of the country. upon his arrival at one of the small towns in south dakota, where he was to make a speech the following day, he found that the so-called hotel was crowded to the doors. not having telegraphed for accommodations, the politician discovered that he would have to make shift as best he could. accordingly, he was obliged for that night to sleep on a wire cot which had only some blankets and a sheet on it. as the politician is an extremely fat man, he found his improvised bed anything but comfortable. "how did you sleep?" asked a friend in the morning. "fairly well," answered the fat man, "but i looked like a waffle when i got up." beer a man to whom illness was chronic, when told that he needed a tonic, said, "o doctor dear, won't you please make it beer?" "no, no," said the doc., "that's teutonic." bees teacher--"tommy, do you know 'how doth the little busy bee'?" tommy--"no; i only know he doth it!" beetles now doth the frisky june bug bring forth his aeroplane, and try to make a record, and busticate his brain! he bings against the mirror, he bangs against the door, he caroms on the ceiling, and turtles on the floor! he soars aloft, erratic, he lands upon my neck, and makes me creep and shiver, a neurasthenic wreck! --_charles irvin junkin_. begging the "angel" (about to give a beggar a dime)--"poor man! and are you married?" beggar--"pardon me, madam! d'ye think i'd be relyin' on total strangers for support if i had a wife?" man--"is there any reason why i should give you five cents?" boy--"well, if i had a nice high hat like yours i wouldn't want it soaked with snowballs." millionaire (to ragged beggar)--"you ask alms and do not even take your hat off. is that the proper way to beg?" beggar--"pardon me, sir. a policeman is looking at us from across the street. if i take my hat off he'll arrest me for begging; as it is, he naturally takes us for old friends." once, while bishop talbot, the giant "cowboy bishop," was attending a meeting of church dignitaries in st. paul, a tramp accosted a group of churchmen in the hotel porch and asked for aid. "no," one of them told him, "i'm afraid we can't help you. but you see that big man over there?" pointing to bishop talbot. "well, he's the youngest bishop of us all, and he's a very generous man. you might try him." the tramp approached bishop talbot confidently. the others watched with interest. they saw a look of surprise come over the tramp's face. the bishop was talking eagerly. the tramp looked troubled. and then, finally, they saw something pass from one hand to the other. the tramp tried to slink past the group without speaking, but one of them called to him: "well, did you get something from our young brother?" the tramp grinned sheepishly. "no," he admitted, "i gave him a dollar for his damned new cathedral at laramie!" to get thine ends, lay bashfulnesse aside; who feares to aske, doth teach to be deny'd. --_herrick_. well, whiles i am a beggar i will rail and say, there is no sin but to be rich; and being rich, my virtue then shall be to say, there is no vice but beggary. --_shakespeare_. _see also_ flattery; millionaires. betting the officers' mess was discussing rifle shooting. "i'll bet anyone here," said one young lieutenant, "that i can fire twenty shots at two hundred yards and call each shot correctly without waiting for the marker. i'll stake a box of cigars that i can." "done!" cried a major. the whole mess was on hand early next morning to see the experiment tried. the lieutenant fired. "miss," he calmly announced. a second shot. "miss," he repeated. a third shot. "miss." "here, there! hold on!" protested the major. "what are you trying to do? you're not shooting for the target at all." "of course not," admitted the lieutenant. "i'm firing for those cigars." and he got them. two old cronies went into a drug store in the downtown part of new york city, and, addressing the proprietor by his first name, one of them said: "dr. charley, we have made a bet of the ice-cream sodas. we will have them now and when the bet is decided the loser will drop in and pay for them." as the two old fellows were departing after enjoying their temperance beverage, the druggist asked them what the wager was. "well," said one of them, "our friend george bets that when the tower of the singer building falls, it will topple over toward the north river, and i bet that it won't." bible interpretation "miss jane, did moses have the same after-dinner complaint my papa's got?" asked percy of his governess. "gracious me, percy! whatever do you mean, my dear?" "well, it says here that the lord gave moses two tablets." "mr. preacher," said a white man to a colored minister who was addressing his congregation, "you are talking about cain, and you say he got married in the land of nod, after he killed abel. but the bible mentions only adam and eve as being on earth at that time. who, then, did cain marry?" the colored preacher snorted with unfeigned contempt. "huh!" he said, "you hear dat, brederen an' sisters? you hear dat fool question i am axed? cain, he went to de land o' nod just as de good book tells us, an' in de land o' nod cain gits so lazy an' so shif'less dat he up an' marries a gal o' one o' dem no' count pore white trash families dat de inspired apostle didn't consider fittin' to mention in de holy word." bigamy there once was an old man of lyme. who married three wives at a time: when asked, "why a third?" he replied, "one's absurd! and bigamy, sir, is a crime." bills the proverb, "where there's a will there's a way" is now revised to "when there's a bill we're away." young doctor--"why do you always ask your patients what they have for dinner?" old doctor--"it's a most important question, for according to their menus i make out my bills." farmer gray kept summer boarders. one of these, a schoolteacher, hired him to drive her to the various points of interest around the country. he pointed out this one and that, at the same time giving such items of information as he possessed. the school-teacher, pursing her lips, remarked, "it will not be necessary for you to talk." when her bill was presented, there was a five-dollar charge marked "extra." "what is this?" she asked, pointing to the item. "that," replied the farmer, "is for sass. i don't often take it, but when i do i charge for it."--_e. egbert_. patient (_angrily_)--"the size of your bill makes my blood boil." doctor--"then that will be $ more for sterilizing your system." at the bedside of a patient who was a noted humorist, five doctors were in consultation as to the best means of producing a perspiration. the sick man overheard the discussion, and, after listening for a few moments, he turned his head toward the group and whispered with a dry chuckle: "just send in your bills, gentlemen; that will bring it on at once." "thank heaven, those bills are got rid of," said bilkins, fervently, as he tore up a bundle of statements of account dated october st. "all paid, eh?" said mrs. bilkins. "oh, no," said bilkins. "the duplicates dated november st have come in and i don't have to keep these any longer." birthdays when a man has a birthday he takes a day off, but when a woman has a birthday she takes a year off. bluffing francis wilson, the comedian, says that many years ago when he was a member of a company playing "she stoops to conquer," a man without any money, wishing to see the show, stepped up to the box-office in a small town and said: "pass me in, please." the box-office man gave a loud, harsh laugh. "pass you in? what for?" he asked. the applicant drew himself up and answered haughtily: "what for? why, because i am oliver goldsmith, author of the play." "oh, i beg your pardon, sir," replied the box-office man, as he hurriedly wrote out an order for a box. blunders an early morning customer in an optician's shop was a young woman with a determined air. she addressed the first salesman she saw. "i want to look at a pair of eyeglasses, sir, of extra magnifying power." "yes, ma'am," replied the salesman; "something very strong?" "yes, sir. while visiting in the country i made a very painful blunder which i never want to repeat." "indeed! mistook a stranger for an acquaintance?" "no, not exactly that; i mistook a bumblebee for a black-berry." the ship doctor of an english liner notified the death watch steward, an irishman, that a man had died in stateroom . the usual instructions to bury the body were given. some hours later the doctor peeked into the room and found that the body was still there. he called the irishman's attention to the matter and the latter replied: "i thought you said room . i wint to that room and noticed wan of thim in a bunk. 'are ye dead?' says i. 'no,' says he, 'but i'm pretty near dead.' "so i buried him." telephone girls sometimes glory in their mistakes if there is a joke in consequence. the story is told by a telephone operator in one of the boston exchanges about a man who asked her for the number of a local theater. he got the wrong number and, without asking to whom he was talking, he said, "can i get a box for two to-night?" a startled voice answered him at the other end of the line, "we don't have boxes for two." "isn't this the ---- theater?" he called crossly. "why, no," was the answer, "this is an undertaking shop." he canceled his order for a "box for two." a good samaritan, passing an apartment house in the small hours of the morning, noticed a man leaning limply against the doorway. "what's the matter?" he asked, "drunk?" "yep." "do you live in this house?" "yep." "do you want me to help you upstairs?" "yep." with much difficulty he half dragged, half carried the drooping figure up the stairway to the second floor. "what floor do you live on?" he asked. "is this it?" "yep." rather than face an irate wife who might, perhaps, take him for a companion more at fault than her spouse, he opened the first door he came to and pushed the limp figure in. the good samaritan groped his way downstairs again. as he was passing through the vestibule he was able to make out the dim outlines of another man, apparently in worse condition than the first one. "what's the matter?" he asked. "are you drunk, too?" "yep," was the feeble reply. "do you live in this house, too?" "yep." "shall i help you upstairs?" "yep." the good samaritan pushed, pulled, and carried him to the second floor, where this man also said he lived. he opened the same door and pushed him in. as he reached the front door he discerned the shadow of a third man, evidently worse off than either of the other two. he was about to approach him when the object of his solicitude lurched out into the street and threw himself into the arms of a passing policeman. "for heaven's sake, off'cer," he gasped, "protect me from that man. he's done nothin' all night long but carry me upstairs 'n throw me down th' elevator shaf." there was a young man from the city, who met what he thought was a kitty; he gave it a pat, and said, "nice little cat!" and they buried his clothes out of pity. boasting maybe the man who boasts that he doesn't owe a dollar in the world couldn't if he tried. "what sort of chap is he?" "well, after a beggar has touched him for a dime he'll tell you he 'gave a little dinner to an acquaintance of his.'"--_r.r. kirk_. willie--"all the stores closed on the day my uncle died." tommy--"that's nothing. all the banks closed for three weeks the day after my pa left town."--_puck_. two men were boasting about their rich kin. said one: "my father has a big farm in connecticut. it is so big that when he goes to the barn on monday morning to milk the cows he kisses us all good-by, and he doesn't get back till the following saturday." "why does it take him so long?" the other man asked. "because the barn is so far away from the house." "well, that may be a pretty big farm, but compared to my father's farm in pennsylvania your father's farm ain't no bigger than a city lot!" "why, how big is your father's farm?" "well, it's so big that my father sends young married couples out to the barn to milk the cows, and the milk is brought back by their grandchildren." bonanzas a certain congressman had disastrous experience in goldmine speculations. one day a number of colleagues were discussing the subject of his speculation, when one of them said to this western member: "old chap, as an expert, give us a definition of the term, 'bonanza.'" "a 'bonanza,'" replied the western man with emphasis, "is a hole in the ground owned by a champion liar!" bookkeeping tommy, fourteen years old, arrived home for the holidays, and at his father's request produced his account book, duly kept at school. among the items "s. p. g." figured largely and frequently. "darling boy," fondly exclaimed his doting mamma: "see how good he is--always giving to the missionaries." but tommy's sister knew him better than even his mother did, and took the first opportunity of privately inquiring what those mystic letters stood for. nor was she surprised ultimately to find that they represented, not the venerable society for the propagation of the gospel, but "sundries, probably grub." books and reading lady president--"what book has helped you most?" new member--"my husband's check-book."--_martha young_. "you may send me up the complete works of shakespeare, goethe and emerson--also something to read." there are three classes of bookbuyers: collectors, women and readers. the owner of a large library solemnly warned a friend against the practice of lending books. to punctuate his advice he showed his friend the well-stocked shelves. "there!" said he. "every one of those books was lent me." in science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature, the oldest.--_bulwer-lytton_. learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost.--_fuller_. books should to one of these four ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use. --_sir john denham_. a darky meeting another coming from the library with a book accosted him as follows: "what book you done got there, rastus?" "'last days of pompeii.'" "last days of pompey? is pompey dead? i never heard about it. now what did pompey die of?" "i don't 'xactly know, but it must hab been some kind of 'ruption." "i don't know what to give lizzie for a christmas present," one chorus girl is reported to have said to her mate while discussing the gift to be made to a third. "give her a book," suggested the other. and the first one replied meditatively, "no, she's got a book."--_literary digest_. booksellers and bookselling a bookseller reports these mistakes of customers in sending orders: as ordered correct title _lame as a roble_ _les misérables_ _god's image in mud_ _god's image in man_ _pair of saucers_ _paracelsus_ _pierre and his poodle_ _pierre and his people_ when a customer in a boston department store asked a clerk for hichens's _bella donna_, the reply was, "drug counter, third aisle over." it was a few days before christmas in one of new york's large book-stores. clerk--"what is it, please?" customer--"i would like ibsen's _a doll's house_." clerk--"to cut out?" bookworms "a book-worm," said papa, "is a person who would rather read than eat, or it is a worm that would rather eat than read." boomerangs _see_ repartee; retaliation. bores "what kind of a looking man is that chap gabbleton you just mentioned? i don't believe i have met him." "well, if you see two men off in a corner anywhere and one of them looks bored to death, the other is gabbleton."--_puck_. a man who was a well known killjoy was described as a great athlete. he could throw a wet blanket two hundred yards in any gathering. _see_ also conversation; husbands; preaching; public speakers; reformers. borrowers a well-known but broken-down detroit newspaper man, who had been a power in his day, approached an old friend the other day in the pontchartrain hotel and said: "what do you think? i have just received the prize insult of my life. a paper down in muncie, ind., offered me a job." "do you call that an insult?" "not the job, but the salary. they offered me twelve dollars a week." "well," said the friend, "twelve dollars a week is better than nothing." "twelve a week--thunder!" exclaimed the old scribe. "i can borrow more than that right here in detroit."--_detroit free press_. one winter morning henry clay, finding himself in need of money, went to the riggs bank and asked for the loan of $ on his personal note. he was told that while his credit was perfectly good, it was the inflexible rule of the bank to require an indorser. the great statesman hunted up daniel webster and asked him to indorse the note. "with pleasure," said webster. "but i need some money myself. why not make your note for five hundred, and you and i will split it?" this they did. and to-day the note is in the riggs bank--unpaid. bosses the insurance agent climbed the steps and rang the bell. "whom do you wish to see?" asked the careworn person who came to the door. "i want to see the boss of the house," replied the insurance agent. "are you the boss?" "no," meekly returned the man who came to the door; "i'm only the husband of the boss. step in, i'll call the boss." the insurance agent took a seat in the hall, and in a short time a tall dignified woman appeared. "so you want to see the boss?" repeated the woman. "well, just step into the kitchen. this way, please. bridget, this gentleman desires to see you." "me th' boss!" exclaimed bridget, when the insurance agent asked her the question. "indade oi'm not! sure here comes th' boss now." she pointed to a small boy of ten years who was coming toward the house. "tell me," pleaded the insurance agent, when the lad came into the kitchen, "are you the boss of the house?" "want to see the boss?" asked the boy. "well, you just come with me." wearily the insurance agent climbed up the stairs. he was ushered into a room on the second floor and guided to the crib of a sleeping baby. "there!" exclaimed the boy, "that's the real boss of this house." boston a tourist from the east, visiting an old prospector in his lonely cabin in the hills, commented: "and yet you seem so cheerful and happy." "yes," replied the one of the pick and shovel. "i spent a week in boston once, and no matter what happens to me now, it seems good luck in comparison." a little boston girl with exquisitely long golden curls and quite an angelic appearance in general, came in from an afternoon walk with her nurse and said to her mother, "oh, mamma, a strange woman on the street said to me, 'my, but ain't you got beautiful hair!'" the mother smiled, for the compliment was well merited, but she gasped as the child innocently continued her account: "i said to her, 'i am very glad to have you like my hair, but i am sorry to hear you use the word "ain't"!'"--_e. r. bickford_. nan--"that young man from boston is an interesting talker, so far as you can understand what he says; but what a queer dialect he uses." fan--"that isn't dialect; it's vocabulary. can't you tell the difference?" a bostonian died, and when he arrived at st. peter's gate he was asked the usual questions: "what is your name, and where are you from?" the answer was, "mr. so-and-so, from boston." "you may come in," said peter, "but i know you won't like it." there was a young lady from boston, a two-horned dilemma was tossed on, as to which was the best, to be rich in the west or poor and peculiar in boston. boxing john l. sullivan was asked why he had never taken to giving boxing lessons. "well, son, i tried it once," replied mr. sullivan. "a husky young man took one lesson from me and went home a little the worse for wear. when he came around for his second lesson he said: 'mr sullivan, it was my idea to learn enough about boxing from you to be able to lick a certain young gentleman what i've got it in for. but i've changed my mind,' says he. 'if it's all the same to you, mr. sullivan, i'll send this young gentleman down here to take the rest of my lessons for me.'" boys a certain island in the west indies is liable to the periodical advent of earthquakes. one year before the season of these terrestrial disturbances, mr. x., who lived in the danger zone, sent his two sons to the home of a brother in england, to secure them from the impending havoc. evidently the quiet of the staid english household was disturbed by the irruption of the two west indians, for the returning mail steamer carried a message to mr. x., brief but emphatic: "take back your boys; send me the earthquake." aunt eliza came up the walk and said to her small nephew: "good morning, willie. is your mother in?" "sure she's in," replied willie truculently. "d'you s'pose i'd be workin' in the garden on saturday morning if she wasn't?" an iron hoop bounded through the area railings of a suburban house and played havoc with the kitchen window. the woman waited, anger in her eyes, for the appearance of the hoop's owner. presently he came. "please, i've broken your window," he said, "and here's father to mend it." and, sure enough, he was followed by a stolid-looking workman, who at once started to work, while the small boy took his hoop and ran off. "that'll be four bits, ma'am," announced the glazier when the window was whole once more. "four bits!" gasped the woman. "but your little boy broke it--the little fellow with the hoop, you know. you're his father, aren't you?" the stolid man shook his head. "don't know him from adam," he said. "he came around to my place and told me his mother wanted her winder fixed. you're his mother, aren't you?" and the woman shook her head also.--_ray trum nathan_. _see also_ egotism; employers and employees; office boys. breakfast foods pharaoh had just dreamed of the seven full and the seven blasted ears of corn. "you are going to invent a new kind of breakfast food," interpreted joseph.--_judge_. breath one day a teacher was having a first-grade class in physiology. she asked them if they knew that there was a burning fire in the body all of the time. one little girl spoke up and said: "yes'm, when it is a cold day i can see the smoke." said the bibulous gentleman who had been reading birth and death statistics: "do you know, james, every time i breathe a man dies?" "then," said james, "why don't you chew cloves?" brevity an after-dinner speaker was called on to speak on "the antiquity of the microbe." he arose and said, "adam had 'em," and then sat down. a negro servant, on being ordered to announce visitors to a dinner party, was directed to call out in a loud, distinct voice their names. the first to arrive was the fitzgerald family, numbering eight persons. the negro announced major fitzgerald, miss fitzgerald, master fitzgerald, and so on. this so annoyed the master that he went to the negro and said, "don't announce each person like that; say something shorter." the next to arrive were mr. and mrs. penny and their daughter. the negro solemnly opened the door and called out, "thrupence!" dr. abernethy, the famous scotch surgeon, was a man of few words, but he once met his match--in a woman. she called at his office in edinburgh, one day, with a hand badly inflamed and swollen. the following dialogue, opened by the doctor, took place. "burn?" "bruise." "poultice." the next day the woman called, and the dialogue was as follows: "better?" "worse." "more poultice." two days later the woman made another call. "better?" "well. fee?" "nothing. most sensible woman i ever saw." bribery a judge, disgusted with a jury that seemed unable to reach an agreement in a perfectly evident case, rose and said, "i discharge this jury." one sensitive talesman, indignant at what he considered a rebuke, obstinately faced the judge. "you can't discharge me," he said in tones of one standing upon his rights. "and why not?" asked the surprised judge. "because," announced the juror, pointing to the lawyer for the defense, "i'm being hired by that man there!" brides "my dear," said the young husband as he took the bottle of milk from the dumb-waiter and held it up to the light, "have you noticed that there's never cream on this milk?" "i spoke to the milkman about it," she replied, "and he explained that the company always fill their bottles so full that there's no room for cream on top." "do you think only of me?" murmured the bride. "tell me that you think only of me." "it's this way," explained the groom gently. "now and then i have to think of the furnace, my dear." bridge whist "how about the sermon?" "the minister preached on the sinfulness of cheating at bridge." "you don't say! did he mention any names?" brooklyn at the brooklyn bridge.--"madam, do you want to go to brooklyn?" "no, i have to."--_life_. bryan, william jennings some time after the presidential election of , one of champ clark's friends noticed that he still wore one of the bryan watch fobs so popular during the election. on being asked the reason for this, champ replied: "oh, that's to keep my watch running." buildings pat had gone back home to ireland and was telling about new york. "have they such tall buildings in america as they say, pat?" asked the parish priest. "tall buildings ye ask, sur?" replied pat. "faith, sur, the last one i worked on we had to lay on our stomachs to let the moon pass." burglars a burglar was one night engaged in the pleasing occupation of stowing a good haul of swag in his bag when he was startled by a touch on the shoulder, and, turning his head, he beheld a venerable, mild-eyed clergyman gazing sadly at him. "oh, my brother," groaned the reverend gentleman, "wouldst thou rob me? turn, i beseech thee--turn from thy evil ways. return those stolen goods and depart in peace, for i am merciful and forgive. begone!" and the burglar, only too thankful at not being given into custody of the police, obeyed and slunk swiftly off. then the good old man carefully and quietly packed the swag into another bag and walked softly (so as not to disturb the slumber of the inmates) out of the house and away into the silent night. business a boston lawyer, who brought his wit from his native dublin, while cross-examining the plaintiff in a divorce trial, brought forth the following: "you wish to divorce this woman because she drinks?" "yes, sir." "do you drink yourself?" "that's _my_ business!" angrily. whereupon the unmoved lawyer asked: "have you any other business?" at the boston immigration station one blank was recently filled out as follows: name--abraham cherkowsky. born--yes. business--rotten. business enterprise it happened in topeka. three clothing stores were on the same block. one morning the middle proprietor saw to the right of him a big sign--"bankrupt sale," and to the left--"closing out at cost." twenty minutes later there appeared over his own door, in larger letters, "main entrance." in a section of washington where there are a number of hotels and cheap restaurants, one enterprising concern has displayed in great illuminated letters, "open all night." next to it was a restaurant bearing with equal prominence the legend: "we never close." third in order was a chinese laundry in a little, low-framed, tumbledown hovel, and upon the front of this building was the sign, in great, scrawling letters: "me wakee, too." a boy looking for something to do saw the sign "boy wanted" hanging outside of a store in new york. he picked up the sign and entered the store. the proprietor met him. "what did you bring that sign in here for?" asked the storekeeper. "you won't need it any more," said the boy cheerfully. "i'm going to take the job." a chinaman found his wife lying dead in a field one morning; a tiger had killed her. the chinaman went home, procured some arsenic, and, returning to the field, sprinkled it over the corpse. the next day the tiger's dead body lay beside the woman's. the chinaman sold the tiger's skin to a mandarin, and its body to a physician to make fear-cure powders, and with the proceeds he was able to buy a younger wife. a rather simple-looking lad halted before a blacksmith's shop on his way home from school and eyed the doings of the proprietor with much interest. the brawny smith, dissatisfied with the boy's curiosity, held a piece of red-hot iron suddenly under the youngster's nose, hoping to make him beat a hasty retreat. "if you'll give me half a dollar i'll lick it," said the lad. the smith took from his pocket half a dollar and held it out. the simple-looking youngster took the coin, licked it, dropped it in his pocket and slowly walked away whistling. "do you know where johnny locke lives, my little boy?" asked a gentle-voiced old lady. "he aint home, but if you give me a penny i'll find him for you right off," replied the lad. "all right, you're a nice little boy. now where is he?" "thanks--i'm him." "from each according to his ability, to each according to his need," would seem to be the principle of the chinese storekeeper whom a traveler tells about. the chinaman asked $ . for five pounds of tea, while he demanded $ . for ten pounds of the same brand. his business philosophy was expressed in these words of explanation: "more buy, more rich--more rich, more can pay!" in a new york street a wagon loaded with lamp globes collided with a truck and many of the globes were smashed. considerable sympathy was felt for the driver as he gazed ruefully at the shattered fragments. a benevolent-looking old gentleman eyed him compassionately. "my poor man," he said, "i suppose you will have to make good this loss out of your own pocket?" "yep," was the melancholy reply. "well, well," said the philanthropic old gentleman, "hold out your hat--here's a quarter for you; and i dare say some of these other people will give you a helping hand too." the driver held out his hat and several persons hastened to drop coins in it. at last, when the contributions had ceased, he emptied the contents of his hat into his pocket. then, pointing to the retreating figure of the philanthropist who had started the collection, he observed: "say, maybe he ain't the wise guy! that's me boss!" business ethics "johnny," said his teacher, "if coal is selling at $ a ton and you pay your dealer $ how many tons will he bring you?" "a little over three tons, ma'am," said johnny promptly. "why, johnny, that isn't right," said the teacher. "no, ma'am, i know it ain't," said johnny, "but they all do it." business women wanted--a housekeeping man by a business woman. object matrimony. campaigns _see_ candidates; public speakers. camping camp life is just one canned thing after another. candidates "when i first decided to allow the people of tupelo to use my name as a candidate for congress, i went out to a neighboring parish to speak," said private john allen recently to some friends at the old metropolitan hotel in washington. "an old darky came up to greet me after the meeting. 'marse allen,' he said, 'i's powerful glad to see you. i's known ob you sense you was a babby. knew yoh pappy long befo' you-all wuz bohn, too. he used to hold de same office you got now. i 'members how he held dat same office fo' years an' years.' "'what office do you mean, uncle?' i asked, as i never knew pop held any office. "'why, de office ob candidate, marse john; yoh pappy was candidate fo' many years.'" a good story is told on the later senator vance. he was traveling down in north carolina, when he met an old darky one sunday morning. he had known the old man for many years, so he took the liberty of inquiring where he was going. "i am, sah, pedestrianin' my appointed way to de tabernacle of de lord." "are you an episcopalian?" inquired vance. "no, sah, i can't say dat i am an epispokapillian." "maybe you are a baptist?" "no, sah, i can't say dat i's ever been buried wid de lord in de waters of baptism." "oh, i see you are a methodist." "no, sah, i can't say dat i's one of dose who hold to argyments of de faith of de medodists." "what are you, then, uncle?" "i's a presbyterian, marse zeb, just de same as you is." "oh nonsense, uncle, you don't mean to say that you subscribe to all the articles of the presbyterian faith?" "'deed i do sah." "do you believe in the doctrine of election to be saved?" "yas, sah, i b'lieve in the doctrine of 'lection most firmly and un'quivactin'ly." "well then tell me do you believe that i am elected to be saved?" the old darky hesitated. there was undoubtedly a terrific struggle going on in his mind between his veracity and his desire to be polite to the senator. finally he compromised by saying: "well, i'll tell you how it is, marse zeb. you see i's never heard of anybody bein' 'lected to anything for what they wasn't a candidate. has you, sah?" a political office in a small town was vacant. the office paid $ a year and there was keen competition for it. one of the candidates, ezekiel hicks, was a shrewd old fellow, and a neat campaign fund was turned over to him. to the astonishment of all, however, he was defeated. "i can't account for it," said one of the leaders of hicks' party, gloomily. "with that money we should have won. how did you lay it out, ezekiel." "well," said ezekiel, slowly pulling his whiskers, "yer see that office only pays $ a year salary, an' i didn't see no sense in paying $ out to get the office, so i bought a little truck farm instead." the little daughter of a democratic candidate for a local office in saratoga county, new york, when told that her father had got the nomination, cried out, "oh, mama, do they ever die of it?" "i am willing," said the candidate, after he had hit the table a terrible blow with his fist, "to trust the people." "gee!" yelled a little man in the audience. "i wish you'd open a grocery." "now, mr. blank," said a temperance advocate to a candidate for municipal honors, "i want to ask you a question. do you ever take alcoholic drinks?" "before i answer the question," responded the wary candidate, "i want to know whether it is put as an inquiry or as an invitation!" _see also_ politicians. canning and preserving a canner, exceedingly canny, one morning remarked to his granny, "a canner can can anything that he can; but a canner can't can a can, can he?" --carolyn wells. capitalists of the late bishop charles g. grafton a fond du lac man said: "bishop grafton was remarkable for the neatness and point of his pulpit utterances. once, during a disastrous strike, a capitalist of fond du lac arose in a church meeting and asked leave to speak. the bishop gave him the floor, and the man delivered himself of a long panegyric upon captains of industry, upon the good they do by giving men work, by booming the country, by reducing the cost of production, and so forth. when the capitalist had finished his self-praise and, flushed and satisfied, had sat down again, bishop grafton rose and said with quiet significance: 'is there any other sinner that would like to say a word?'" carefulness michael dugan, a journeyman plumber, was sent by his employer to the hightower mansion to repair a gas-leak in the drawing-room. when the butler admitted him he said to dugan: "you are requested to be careful of the floors. they have just been polished." "they's no danger iv me slippin' on thim," replied dugan. "i hov spikes in me shoes."--_lippincott's_. carpenters while building a house, senator platt of connecticut had occasion to employ a carpenter. one of the applicants was a plain connecticut yankee, without any frills. "you thoroughly understand carpentry?" asked the senator. "yes, sir." "you can make doors, windows, and blinds?" "oh, yes sir!" "how would you make a venetian blind?" the man scratched his head and thought deeply for a few seconds. "i should think, sir," he said finally, "about the best way would be to punch him in the eye." carving to our national birds--the eagle and the turkey--(while the host is carving): may one give us peace in all our states, and the other a piece for all our plates. caste in some parts of the south the darkies are still addicted to the old style country dance in a big hall, with the fiddlers, banjoists, and other musicians on a platform at one end. at one such dance held not long ago in an alabama town, when the fiddlers had duly resined their bows and taken their places on the platform, the floor manager rose. "git yo' partners fo' de nex' dance!" he yelled. "all you ladies an' gennulmens dat wears shoes an' stockin's, take yo' places in de middle of de room. all you ladies an' gennulmens dat wears shoes an' no stockin's, take yo' places immejitly behim' dem. an' yo' barfooted crowd, you jes' jig it roun' in de corners."--_taylor edwards_. cats there was a young lady whose dream was to feed a black cat on whipt cream, but the cat with a bound spilt the milk on the ground, so she fed a whipt cat on black cream. there once were two cats in kilkenny, and each cat thought that there was one cat too many, and they scratched and they fit and they tore and they bit, 'til instead of two cats--there weren't any. cause and effect archbishop whately was one day asked if he rose early. he replied that once he did, but he was so proud all the morning and so sleepy all the afternoon that he determined never to do it again. a man who has an office downtown called his wife by telephone the other morning and during the conversation asked what the baby was doing. "she was crying her eyes out," replied the mother. "what about?" "i don't know whether it is because she has eaten too many strawberries or because she wants more," replied the discouraged mother. banks--"i had a new experience yesterday, one you might call unaccountable. i ate a hearty dinner, finishing up with a welsh rabbit, a mince pie and some lobster à la newburgh. then i went to a place of amusement. i had hardly entered the building before everything swam before me." binks--"the welsh rabbit did it." bunks--"no; it was the lobster." bonks--"i think it was the mince pie." banks--"no; i have a simpler explanation than that. i never felt better in my life; i was at the aquarium."--_judge_. among a party of bostonians who spent some time in a hunting-camp in maine were two college professors. no sooner had the learned gentlemen arrived than their attention was attracted by the unusual position of the stove, which was set on posts about four feet high. this circumstance afforded one of the professors immediate opportunity to comment upon the knowledge that woodsmen gain by observation. "now," said he, "this man has discovered that heat emanating from a stove strikes the roof, and that the circulation is so quickened that the camp is warmed in much less time than would be required were the stove in its regular place on the floor." but the other professor ventured the opinion that the stove was elevated to be above the window in order that cool and pure air could be had at night. the host, being of a practical turn, thought that the stove was set high in order that a good supply of green wood could be placed under it. after much argument, they called the guide and asked why the stove was in such a position. the man grinned. "well, gents," he explained, "when i brought the stove up the river i lost most of the stove-pipe overboard; so we had to set the stove up that way so as to have the pipe reach through the roof." jack barrymore, son of maurice barrymore, and himself an actor of some ability, is not over-particular about his personal appearance and is a little lazy. he was in san francisco on the morning of the earthquake. he was thrown out of bed by one of the shocks, spun around on the floor and left gasping in a corner. finally, he got to his feet and rushed for a bathtub, where he stayed all that day. next day he ventured out. a soldier, with a bayonet on his gun, captured barrymore and compelled him to pile bricks for two days. barrymore was telling his terrible experience in the lambs' club in new york. "extraordinary," commented augustus thomas, the playwright. "it took a convulsion of nature to make jack take a bath, and the united states army to make him go to work." caution marshall field, rd, according to a story that was going the rounds several years ago, bids fair to become a very cautious business man when he grows up. approaching an old lady in a lakewood hotel, he said: "can you crack nuts?" "no, dear," the old lady replied. "i lost all my teeth ages ago." "then," requested master field, extending two hands full of pecans, "please hold these while i go and get some more." champagne mr. hilton--"have you opened that bottle of champagne, bridget?" bridget--"faith, i started to open it, an' it began to open itself. sure, the mon that filled that bottle must 'av' put in two quarts instead of wan." sir andrew clark was mr. gladstone's physician, and was known to the great statesman as a "temperance doctor" who very rarely prescribed alcohol for his patients. on one occasion he surprised mr. gladstone by recommending him to take some wine. in answer to his illustrious patient's surprise he said: "oh, wine does sometimes help you get through work! for instance, i have often twenty letters to answer after dinner, and a pint of champagne is a great help." "indeed!" remarked mr. gladstone; "does a pint of champagne really help you to answer the twenty letters?" "no," sir andrew explained; "but when i've had a pint of champagne i don't care a rap whether i answer them or not." character the rev. charles h. spurgeon was fond of a joke and his keen wit was, moreover, based on sterling common sense. one day he remarked to one of his sons: "can you tell me the reason why the lions didn't eat daniel?" "no sir. why was it?" "because the most of him was backbone and the rest was grit." they were trying an irishman, charged with a petty offense, in an oklahoma town, when the judge asked: "have you any one in court who will vouch for your good character?" "yis, your honor," quickly responded the celt, "there's the sheriff there." whereupon the sheriff evinced signs of great amazement. "why, your honor," declared he, "i don't even know the man." "observe, your honor," said the irishman, triumphantly, "observe that i've lived in the country for over twelve years an' the sheriff doesn't know me yit! ain't that a character for ye?" we must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much. people that do not laugh or cry, or take more of anything than is good for them, or use anything but dictionary-words, are admirable subjects for biographies. but we don't care most for those flat pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium.--_o.w. holmes_. charity "charity," said rev. b., "is a sentiment common to human nature. a never sees b in distress without wishing c to relieve him." dr. c.h. parkhurst, the eloquent new york clergyman, at a recent banquet said of charity: "too many of us, perhaps, misinterpret the meaning of charity as the master misinterpreted the scriptural text. this master, a pillar of a western church, entered in his journal: "'the scripture ordains that, if a man take away thy coat, let him have thy cloak also. to-day, having caught the hostler stealing my potatoes, i have given him the sack.'" the lady--"well, i'll give you a dime; not because you deserve it, mind, but because it pleases me." the tramp--"thank you, mum. couldn't yer make it a quarter an' thoroly enjoy yourself?" porter emerson came into the office yesterday. he had been out in the country for a week and was very cheerful. just as he was leaving, he said: "did you hear about that man who died the other day and left all he had to the orphanage?" "no," some one answered. "how much did he leave?" "twelve children." "i made a mistake," said plodding pete. "i told that man up the road i needed a little help 'cause i was lookin' for me family from whom i had been separated fur years." "didn't that make him come across?" "he couldn't see it. he said dat he didn't know my family, but he wasn't goin' to help in bringing any such trouble on 'em." "it requires a vast deal of courage and charity to be philanthropic," remarked sir thomas lipton, apropos of andrew carnegie's giving. "i remember when i was just starting in business. i was very poor and making every sacrifice to enlarge my little shop. my only assistant was a boy of fourteen, faithful and willing and honest. one day i heard him complaining, and with justice, that his clothes were so shabby that he was ashamed to go to chapel. "'there's no chance of my getting a new suit this year,' he told me. 'dad's out of work, and it takes all of my wages to pay the rent.' "i thought the matter over, and then took a sovereign from my carefully hoarded savings and bought the boy a stout warm suit of blue cloth. he was so grateful that i felt repaid for my sacrifice. but the next day he didn't come to work. i met his mother on the street and asked her the reason. "'why, mr. lipton,' she said, curtsying, 'jimmie looks so respectable, thanks to you, sir, that i thought i would send him around town today to see if he couldn't get a better job.'" "good morning, ma'am," began the temperance worker. "i'm collecting for the inebriates' home and--" "why, me husband's out," replied mrs. mcguire, "but if ye can find him anywhere's ye're welcome to him." charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands.--_addison_. you find people ready enough to do the samaritan, without the oil and twopence.--_sydney smith_. chicago a western bookseller wrote to a house in chicago asking that a dozen copies of canon farrar's "seekers after god" be shipped to him at once. within two days he received this reply by telegraph: "no seekers after god in chicago or new york. try philadelphia." chicken stealing senator money of mississippi asked an old colored man what breed of chickens he considered best, and he replied: "all kinds has merits. de w'ite ones is de easiest to find; but de black ones is de easiest to hide aftah you gits 'em." ida black had retired from the most select colored circles for a brief space, on account of a slight difficulty connected with a gentleman's poultry-yard. her mother was being consoled by a white friend. "why, aunt easter, i was mighty sorry to hear about ida--" "marse john, ida ain't nuvver tuk dem chickens. ida wouldn't do sich a thing! ida wouldn't demeange herse'f to rob nobody's hen-roost--and, any way, dem old chickens warn't nothing't all but feathers when we picked 'em." "does de white folks in youah neighborhood keep eny chickens, br'er rastus?" "well, br'er johnsing, mebbe dey does keep a few." henry e. dixey met a friend one afternoon on broadway. "well, henry," exclaimed the friend, "you are looking fine! what do they feed you on?" "chicken mostly," replied dixey. "you see, i am rehearsing in a play where i am to be a thief, so, just by way of getting into training for the part i steal one of my own chickens every morning and have the cook broil it for me. i have accomplished the remarkable feat of eating thirty chickens in thirty consecutive days." "great scott!" exclaimed the friend. "do you still like them?" "yes, i do," replied dixey; "and, what is better still, the chickens like me. why they have got so when i sneak into the hen-house they all begin to cackle, 'i wish i was in dixey.'"--_a. s. hitchcock_. a southerner, hearing a great commotion in his chicken-house one dark night, took his revolver and went to investigate. "who's there?" he sternly demanded, opening the door. no answer. "who's there? answer, or i'll shoot!" a trembling voice from the farthest corner: "'deed, sah, dey ain't nobody hyah ceptin' us chickens." a colored parson, calling upon one of his flock, found the object of his visit out in the back yard working among his hen-coops. he noticed with surprise that there were no chickens. "why, brudder brown," he asked, "whar'r all yo' chickens?" "huh," grunted brother brown without looking up, "some fool niggah lef de do' open an' dey all went home." child labor "what's up old man; you look as happy as a lark!" "happy? why shouldn't i look happy? no more hard, weary work by yours truly. i've got eight kids and i'm going to move to alabama."--_life_. children two weary parents once advertised: "wanted, at once--two fluent and well-learned persons, male or female, to answer the questions of a little girl of three and a boy of four; each to take four hours per day and rest the parents of said children." another couple advertised: "wanted: a governess who is good stenographer, to take down the clever sayings of our child." a boy twelve years old with an air of melancholy resignation, went to his teacher and handed in the following note from his mother before taking his seat: "dear sir: please excuse james for not being present yesterday. "he played truant, but you needn't whip him for it, as the boy he played truant with and him fell out, and he licked james; and a man they threw stones at caught him and licked him; and the driver of a cart they hung onto licked him; and the owner of a cat they chased licked him. then i licked him when he came home, after which his father licked him; and i had to give him another for being impudent to me for telling his father. so you need not lick him until next time. "he thinks he will attend regular in future." mrs. post--"but why adopt a baby when you have three children of your own under five years old?" mrs. parker--"my own are being brought up properly. the adopted one is to enjoy." the neighbors of a certain woman in a new england town maintain that this lady entertains some very peculiar notions touching the training of children. local opinion ascribes these oddities on her part to the fact that she attended normal school for one year just before her marriage. said one neighbor: "she does a lot of funny things. what do you suppose i heard her say to that boy of hers this afternoon?" "i dunno. what was it?" "well, you know her husband cut his finger badly yesterday with a hay-cutter; and this afternoon as i was goin' by the house i heard her say: "'now, william, you must be a very good boy, for your father has injured his hand, and if you are naughty he won't be able to whip you.'"--_edwin tarrisse_. childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.--_george eliot_. better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of children.--_r.h. dana_. _see also_ boys; families. choices william phillips, our secretary of embassy at london, tells of an american officer who, by the kind permission of the british government, was once enabled to make a week's cruise on one of his majesty's battleships. among other things that impressed the american was the vessel's sunday morning service. it was very well attended, every sailor not on duty being there. at the conclusion of the service the american chanced to ask one of the jackies: "are you obliged to attend these sunday morning services?" "not exactly obliged to, sir," replied the sailor-man, "but our grog would be stopped if we didn't, sir."--_edwin tarrisse_. a well-known furniture dealer of a virginia town wanted to give his faithful negro driver something for christmas in recognition of his unfailing good humor in toting out stoves, beds, pianos, etc. "dobson," he said, "you have helped me through some pretty tight places in the last ten years, and i want to give you something as a christmas present that will be useful to you and that you will enjoy. which do you prefer, a ton of coal or a gallon of good whiskey?" "boss," dobson replied, "ah burns wood." a man hurried into a quick-lunch restaurant recently and called to the waiter: "give me a ham sandwich." "yes, sir," said the waiter, reaching for the sandwich; "will you eat it or take it with you?" "both," was the unexpected but obvious reply. choirs _see_ singers. christian scientists while waiting for the speaker at a public meeting a pale little man in the audience seemed very nervous. he glanced over his shoulder from time to time and squirmed and shifted about in his seat. at last, unable to stand it longer, he arose and demanded, in a high, penetrating voice, "is there a christian scientist in this room?" a woman at the other side of the hall got up and said, "i am a christian scientist." "well, then, madam," requested the little man, "would you mind changing seats with me? i'm sitting in a draft." christians at a dinner, when the gentlemen retired to the smoking room and one of the guests, a japanese, remained with the ladies, one asked him: "aren't you going to join the gentlemen, mr. nagasaki?" "no. i do not smoke, i do not swear, i do not drink. but then, i am not a christian." a traveler who believed himself to be sole survivor of a shipwreck upon a cannibal isle hid for three days, in terror of his life. driven out by hunger, he discovered a thin wisp of smoke rising from a clump of bushes inland, and crawled carefully to study the type of savages about it. just as he reached the clump he heard a voice say: "why in hell did you play that card?" he dropped on his knees and, devoutly raising his hands, cried: "thank god they are christians!" christmas gifts "as you don't seem to know what you'd like for christmas, freddie," said his mother, "here's a printed list of presents for a good little boy." freddie read over the list, and then said: "mother, haven't you a list for a bad little boy?" 'twas the month after christmas, and santa had flit; came there tidings for father which read: "please remit!" --_r.l.f_. little six-year-old harry was asked by his sunday-school teacher: "and, harry, what are you going to give your darling little brother for christmas this year?" "i dunno," said harry; "i gave him the measles last year." for little children everywhere a joyous season still we make; we bring our precious gifts to them, even for the dear child jesus' sake. --_phebe cary_. i will, if you will, devote my christmas giving to the children and the needy, reserving only the privilege of, once in a while, giving to a dear friend a gift which then will have the old charm of being a genuine surprise. i will, if you will, keep the spirit of christmas in my heart, and, barring out hurry, worry, and competition, will consecrate the blessed season, in joy and love, to the one whose birth we celebrate. --_jane porter williams_. chronology tourist--"they have just dug up the corner-stone of an ancient library in greece, on which is inscribed ' b.c.'" englishman--"before carnegie, i presume." church attendance "tremendous crowd up at our church last night." "new minister?" "no it was burned down." "i understand," said a young woman to another, "that at your church you are having such small congregations. is that so?" "yes," answered the other girl, "so small that every time our rector says 'dearly beloved' you feel as if you had received a proposal!" "are you a pillar of the church?" "no, i'm a flying buttress--i support it from the outside." church discipline pius the ninth was not without a certain sense of humor. one day, while sitting for his portrait to healy, the painter, speaking of a monk who had left the church and married, he observed, not without malice: "he has taken his punishment into his own hands." circus a well-known theatrical manager repeats an instance of what the late w. c. coup, of circus fame, once told him was one of the most amusing features of the show-business; the faking in the "side-show." coup was the owner of a small circus that boasted among its principal attractions a man-eating ape, alleged to be the largest in captivity. this ferocious beast was exhibited chained to the dead trunk of a tree in the side-show. early in the day of the first performance of coup's enterprise at a certain ohio town, a countryman handed the man-eating ape a piece of tobacco, in the chewing of which the beast evinced the greatest satisfaction. the word was soon passed around that the ape would chew tobacco; and the result was that several plugs were thrown at him. unhappily, however, one of these had been filled with cayenne pepper. the man-eating ape bit it; then, howling with indignation, snapped the chain that bound him to the tree, and made straight for the practical joker who had so cruelly deceived him. "lave me at 'im!" yelled the ape. "lave me at 'im, the dirty villain! i'll have the rube's loife, or me name ain't magillicuddy!" fortunately for the countryman and for magillicuddy, too, the man-eating ape was restrained by the bystanders in time to prevent a killing. willie to the circus went, he thought it was immense; his little heart went pitter-pat, for the excitement was in tents. --_harvard lampoon_. a child of strict parents, whose greatest joy had hitherto been the weekly prayer-meeting, was taken by its nurse to the circus for the first time. when he came home he exclaimed: "oh, mama, if you once went to the circus you'd never, never go to a prayer-meeting again in all your life." johnny, who had been to the circus, was telling his teacher about the wonderful things he had seen. "an' teacher," he cried, "they had one big animal they called the hip--hip-- "hippopotamus, dear," prompted the teacher. "i can't just say its name," exclaimed johnny, "but it looks just like , pounds of liver." civilization an officer of the indian office at washington tells of the patronizing airs frequently assumed by visitors to the government schools for the redskins. on one occasion a pompous little man was being shown through one institution when he came upon an indian lad of seventeen years. the worker was engaged in a bit of carpentry, which the visitor observed in silence for some minutes. then, with the utmost gravity, he asked the boy: "are you civilized?" the youthful redskin lifted his eyes from his work, calmly surveyed his questioner, and then replied: "no, are you?"--_taylor edwards_. "my dear, listen to this," exclaimed the elderly english lady to her husband, on her first visit to the states. she held the hotel menu almost at arm's length, and spoke in a tone of horror: "'baked indian pudding!' can it be possible in a civilized country?" "the path of civilization is paved with tin cans."--_the philistine_. cleanliness "among the tenements that lay within my jurisdiction when i first took up mission work on the east side." says a new york young woman, "was one to clean out which would have called for the best efforts of the renovator of the augean stables. and the families in this tenement were almost as hopeless as the tenement itself. "on one occasion i felt distinctly encouraged, however, since i observed that the face of one youngster was actually clean. "'william,' said i, 'your face is fairly clean, but how did you get such dirty hands?" "'washin' me face,' said william." a woman in one of the factory towns of massachusetts recently agreed to take charge of a little girl while her mother, a seamstress, went to another town for a day's work. the woman with whom the child had been left endeavored to keep her contented, and among other things gave her a candy dog, with which she played happily all day. at night the dog had disappeared, and the woman inquired whether it had been lost. "no, it ain't lost," answered the little girl. "i kept it 'most all day, but it got so dirty that i was ashamed to look at it; so i et it."--_fenimore martin_. "how old are you?" once asked whistler of a london newsboy. "seven," was the reply. whistler insisted that he must be older than that, and turning to his friend he remarked: "i don't think he could get as dirty as that in seven years, do you?" if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold!--_charles lamb_. clergy "now, children," said the visiting minister who had been asked to question the sunday-school, "with what did samson arm himself to fight against the philistines?" none of the children could tell him. "oh, yes, you know!" he said, and to help them he tapped his jaw with one finger. "what is this?" he asked. this jogged their memories, and the class cried in chorus: "the jawbone of an ass." all work and no plagiarism makes a dull parson. bishop doane of albany was at one time rector of an episcopal church in hartford, and mark twain, who occasionally attended his services, played a joke upon him, one sunday. "dr. doane," he said at the end of the service, "i enjoyed your sermon this morning. i welcomed it like on old friend. i have, you know, a book at home containing every word of it." "you have not," said dr. doane. "i have so." "well, send that book to me. i'd like to see it." "i'll send it," the humorist replied. next morning he sent an unabridged dictionary to the rector. the four-year-old daughter of a clergyman was ailing one night and was put to bed early. as her mother was about to leave her she called her back. "mamma," she said, "i want to see my papa." "no, dear," her mother replied, "your papa is busy and must not be disturbed." "but, mamma," the child persisted, "i want to see my papa." as before, the mother replied: "no, your papa must not be disturbed." but the little one came back with a clincher: "mamma," she declared solemnly, "i am a sick woman, and i want to see my minister." professor--"now, mr. jones, assuming you were called to attend a patient who had swallowed a coin, what would be your method of procedure?" young medico--"i'd send for a preacher, sir. they'll get money out of anyone." archbishop ryan was once accosted on the streets of baltimore by a man who knew the archbishop's face, but could not quite place it. "now, where in hell have i seen you?" he asked perplexedly. "from where in hell do you come, sir?" a duluth pastor makes it a point to welcome any strangers cordially, and one evening, after the completion of the service, he hurried down the aisle to station himself at the door. he noticed a swedish girl, evidently a servant, so he welcomed her to the church, and expressed the hope that she would be a regular attendant. finally he said if she would be at home some evening during the week he would call. "t'ank you," she murmured bashfully, "but ay have a fella." a minister of a fashionable church in newark had always left the greeting of strangers to be attended to by the ushers, until he read the newspaper articles in reference to the matter. "suppose a reporter should visit our church?" said his wife. "wouldn't it be awful?" "it would," the minister admitted. the following sunday evening he noticed a plainly dressed woman in one of the free pews. she sat alone and was clearly not a member of the flock. after the benediction the minister hastened and intercepted her at the door. "how do you do?" he said, offering his hand, "i am very glad to have you with us." "thank you," replied the young woman. "i hope we may see you often in our church home," he went on. "we are always glad to welcome new faces." "yes, sir." "do you live in this parish?" he asked. the girl looked blank. "if you will give me your address my wife and i will call on you some evening." "you wouldn't need to go far, sir," said the young woman, "i'm your cook!" bishop goodsell, of the methodist episcopal church, weighs over two hundred pounds. it was with mingled emotions, therefore that he read the following in _zion's herald_ some time ago: "the announcement that our new england bishop, daniel a. goodsell, has promised to preach at the willimantic camp meeting, will give great pleasure to the hosts of israel who are looking forward to that feast of fat things." it is a standing rule of a company whose boats ply the great lakes that clergymen and indians may travel on its boats for half-fare. a short time ago an agent of the company was approached by an indian preacher from canada, who asked for free transportation on the ground that he was entitled to one-half rebate because he was an indian, and the other half because he was a clergyman.--_elgin burroughs_. booker washington, as all the world knows, believes that the salvation of his race lies in industry. thus, if a young man wants to be a clergyman, he will meet with but little encouragement from the head of tuskegee; but if he wants to be a blacksmith or a bricklayer, his welcome is warm and hearty. dr. washington, in a recent address in chicago, said: "the world is overfull of preachers and when an aspirant for the pulpit comes to me, i am inclined to tell him about the old uncle working in the cotton field who said: "'de cotton am so grassy, de work am so hard, and de sun am so hot, ah 'clare to goodness ah believe dis darkey am called to preach.'" on one occasion the minister delivered a sermon of but ten minutes' duration--a most unusual thing for him. upon the conclusion of his remarks he added: "i regret to inform you, brethren, that my dog, who appears to be peculiarly fond of paper, this morning ate that portion of my sermon that i have not delivered. let us pray." after the service the clergyman was met at the door by a man who as a rule, attended divine service in another parish. shaking the good man by the hand he said: "doctor, i should like to know whether that dog of yours has any pups. if so i want to get one to give to my minister." recipe for a parson: to a cupful of negative goodness add the pleasure of giving advice. sift in a peck of dry sermons, and flavor with brimstone or ice. --_life_. a pompous bishop of oxford was once stopped on a london street by a ragged urchin. "well, my little man, and what can i do for you?" inquired the churchman. "the time o' day, please, your lordship." with considerable difficulty the portly bishop extracted his timepiece. "it is exactly half past five, my lad." "well," said the boy, setting his feet for a good start, "at 'alf past six you go to 'ell!"--and he was off like a flash and around the corner. the bishop, flushed and furious, his watch dangling from its chain, floundered wildly after him. but as he rounded the corner he ran plump into the outstretched arms of the venerable bishop of london. "oxford, oxford," remonstrated that surprised dignitary, "why this unseemly haste?" puffing, blowing, spluttering, the outraged bishop gasped out: "that young ragamuffin--i told him it was half past five--he--er--told me to go to hell at half past six." "yes, yes," said the bishop of london with the suspicion of a twinkle in his kindly old eyes, "but why such haste? you've got almost an hour." skilful alike with tongue and pen, he preached to all men everywhere the gospel of the golden rule, the new commandment given to men, thinking the deed, and not the creed, would help us in our utmost need. --_longfellow_. _see also_ burglars; contribution box; preaching; resignation. climate in a certain town the local forecaster of the weather was so often wrong that his predictions became a standing joke, to his no small annoyance, for he was very sensitive. at length, in despair of living down his reputation, he asked headquarters to transfer him to another station. a brief correspondance ensued. "why," asked headquarters, "do you wish to be transferred?" "because," the forecaster promptly replied, "the climate doesn't agree with me." clothing one morning as mark twain returned from a neighborhood morning call, sans necktie, his wife met him at the door with the exclamation: "there, sam, you have been over to the stowes's again without a necktie! it's really disgraceful the way you neglect your dress!" her husband said nothing, but went up to his room. a few minutes later his neighbor--mrs. s.--was summoned to the door by a messenger, who presented her with a small box neatly done up. she opened it and found a black silk necktie, accompanied by the following note: "here is a necktie. take it out and look at it. i think i stayed half an hour this morning. at the end of that time will you kindly return it, as it is the only one i have?--mark twain." a man whose trousers bagged badly at the knees was standing on a corner waiting for a car. a passing irishman stopped and watched him with great interest for two or three minutes; at last he said: "well, why don't ye jump?" "the evening wore on," continued the man who was telling the story. "excuse me," interrupted the would-be-wit; "but can you tell us what the evening wore on that occasion?" "i don't know that it is important," replied the story-teller. "but if you must know, i believe it was the close of a summer day." "see that measuring worm crawling up my skirt!" cried mrs. bjenks. "that's a sign i'm going to have a new dress." "well, let him make it for you," growled mr. bjenks. "and while he's about it, have him send a hookworm to do you up the back. i'm tired of the job." dwellers in huts and in marble halls-- from shepherdess up to queen-- cared little for bonnets, and less for shawls, and nothing for crinoline. but now simplicity's _not_ the rage, and it's funny to think how cold the dress they wore in the golden age would seem in the age of gold. --_henry s. leigh_. costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, but not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; for the apparel oft proclaims the man. --_shakespeare_. clubs belle and ben had just announced their engagement. "when we are married," said belle, "i shall expect you to shave every morning. it's one of the rules of the club i belong to that none of its members shall marry a man who won't shave every morning." "oh, that's all right," replied ben; "but what about the mornings i don't get home in time? i belong to a club, too."--_m.a. hitchcock_. the guest landing at the yacht club float with his host, both of them wearing oilskins and sou'-westers to protect them from the drenching rain, inquired: "and who are those gentlemen seated on the veranda, looking so spick and span in their white duck yachting caps and trousers, and keeping the waiters running all the time?" "they're the rocking-chair members. they never go outside, and they're waterproof inside." one afternoon thirty ladies met at the home of mrs. lyons to form a woman's club. the hostess was unanimously elected president. the next day the following ad appeared in the newspaper: "wanted--a reliable woman to take care of a baby. apply to mrs. j. w. lyons." coal dealers in a kansas town where two brothers are engaged in the retail coal business a revival was recently held and the elder of the brothers was converted. for weeks he tried to persuade his brother to join the church. one day he asked: "why can't you join the church like i did?" "it's a fine thing for you to belong to the church," replied the younger brother, "if i join the church who'll weigh the coal?" coeducation the speaker was waxing eloquent, and after his peroration on woman's rights he said: "when they take our girls, as they threaten, away from the coeducational colleges, what will follow? what will follow, i repeat?" and a loud, masculine voice in the audience replied: "i will!" coffee among the coffee-drinkers a high place must be given to bismarck. he liked coffee unadulterated. while with the prussian army in france he one day entered a country inn and asked the host if he had any chicory in the house. he had. bismarck said--"well, bring it to me; all you have." the man obeyed and handed bismarck a canister full of chicory. "are you sure this is all you have?" demanded the chancellor. "yes, my lord, every grain." "then," said bismarck, keeping the canister by him, "go now and make me a pot of coffee." coins he had just returned from paris and said to his old aunt in the country: "here, aunt, is a silver franc piece i brought you from paris as a souvenir." "thanks, herman," said the old lady. "i wish you'd thought to have brought me home one of them latin quarters i read so much about." collecting of accounts an enterprising firm advertised: "all persons indebted to our store are requested to call and settle. all those indebted to our store and not knowing it are requested to call and find out. those knowing themselves indebted and not wishing to call, are requested to stay in one place long enough for us to catch them." "sir," said the haughty american to his adhesive tailor, "i object to this boorish dunning. i would have you know that my great-great-grandfather was one of the early settlers." "and yet," sighed the anxious tradesman, "there are people who believe in heredity." a retail dealer in buggies doing business in one of the large towns in northern indiana wrote to a firm in the east ordering a carload of buggies. the firm wired him: "cannot ship buggies until you pay for your last consignment." "unable to wait so long," wired back the buggy dealer, "cancel order." the saddest words of tongue or pen may be perhaps, "it might have been," the sweetest words we know, by heck, are only these "enclosed find check!" --_minne-ha-ha_. collectors and collecting sir walter raleigh had called to take a cup of tea with queen elizabeth. "it was very good of you, sir walter," said her majesty, smiling sweetly upon the gallant knight, "to ruin your cloak the other day so that my feet should not be wet by that horrid puddle. may i not instruct my lord high treasurer to reimburse you for it?" "don't mention it, your majesty," replied raleigh. "it only cost two and six, and i have already sold it to an american collector for eight thousand pounds." college graduates "can't i take your order for one of our encyclopedias!" asked the dapper agent. "no i guess not," said the busy man. "i might be able to use it a few times, but my son will be home from college in june." college students "say, dad, remember that story you told me about when you were expelled from college?" "yes." "well, i was just thinking, dad, how true it is that history repeats itself." wanted: burly beauty-proof individual to read meters in sorority houses. we haven't made a nickel in two years. the gas co.--_michigan gargoyle_. freshman--"i have a sliver in my finger." sop--"been scratching your head?" stude--"do you smoke, professor?" prof.--"why, yes, i'm very fond of a good cigar." stude--"do you drink, sir?" prof.--"yes, indeed, i enjoy nothing better than a bottle of wine." stude--"gee, it's going to cost me something to pass this course."--_cornell widow_. three boys from yale, princeton and harvard were in a room when a lady entered. the yale boy asked languidly if some fellow ought not to give a chair to the lady; the princeton boy slowly brought one, and the harvard boy deliberately sat down in it.--_life_. a college professor was one day nearing the close of a history lecture and was indulging in one of those rhetorical climaxes in which he delighted when the hour struck. the students immediately began to slam down the movable arms of their lecture chairs and to prepare to leave. the professor, annoyed at the interruption of his flow of eloquence, held up his hand: "wait just one minute, gentlemen. i have a few more pearls to cast." when rutherford b. hayes was a student at college it was his custom to take a walk before breakfast. one morning two of his student friends went with him. after walking a short distance they met an old man with a long white beard. thinking that they would have a little fun at the old man's expense, the first one bowed to him very gracefully and said: "good morning, father abraham." the next one made a low bow and said: "good morning, father isaac." young hayes then made his bow and said: "good morning father jacob." the old man looked at them a moment and then said: "young men, i am neither abraham, isaac nor jacob. i am saul, the son of kish, and i am out looking for my father's asses, and lo, i have found them." a western college boy amused himself by writing stories and giving them to papers for nothing. his father objected and wrote to the boy that he was wasting his time. in answer the college lad wrote: "so, dad, you think i am wasting my time in writing for the local papers and cite johnson's saying that the man who writes, except for money, is a fool. i shall act upon doctor johnson's suggestion and write for money. send me fifty dollars." the president of an eastern university had just announced in chapel that the freshman class was the largest enrolled in the history of the institution. immediately he followed the announcement by reading the text for the morning: "lord, how are they increased that trouble me!" stude.--"is it possible to confide a secret to you?" friend--"certainly. i will be as silent as the grave." stude--"well, then, i have a pressing need for two bucks." friend--"do not worry. it is as if i had heard nothing." --_-michigan gargoyle_. "why did you come to college, anyway? you are not studying," said the professor. "well," said willie, "i don't know exactly myself. mother says it is to fit me for the presidency; uncle bill, to sow my wild oats; sis, to get a chum for her to marry, and pa, to bankrupt the family." a young irishman at college in want of twenty-five dollars wrote to his uncle as follows: "dear uncle.--if you could see how i blush for shame while i am writing, you would pity me. do you know why? because i have to ask you for a few dollars, and do not know how to express myself. it is impossible for me to tell you. i prefer to die. i send you this by messenger, who will wait for an answer. believe me, my dearest uncle, your most obedient and affectionate nephew. "p.s.--overcome with shame for what i have written, i have been running after the messenger in order to take the letter from him, but i cannot catch him. heaven grant that something may happen to stop him, or that this letter may get lost." the uncle was naturally touched, but was equal to the emergency. he replied as follows: "my dear jack--console yourself and blush no more. providence has heard your prayers. the messenger lost your letter. your affectionate uncle." the professor was delivering the final lecture of the term. he dwelt with much emphasis on the fact that each student should devote all the intervening time preparing for the final examinations. "the examination papers are now in the hands of the printer. are there any questions to be asked?" silence prevailed. suddenly a voice from the rear inquired: "who's the printer?" it was commencement day at a well-known woman's college, and the father of one of the young women came to attend the graduation exercises. he was presented to the president, who said, "i congratulate you, sir, upon your extremely large and affectionate family." "large and affectionate?" he stammered and looking very much surprised. "yes, indeed," said the president. "no less than twelve of your daughter's brothers have called frequently during the winter to take her driving and sleighing, while your eldest son escorted her to the theater at least twice a week. unusually nice brothers they are." the world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholars great men.--_o.w. holmes_. _see also_ harvard university; scholarship. colleges and universities the college is a coy maid-- she has a habit quaint of making eyes at millionaires and winking at the taint. --_judge_. "what is a 'faculty'?" "a 'faculty' is a body of men surrounded by red tape."--_cornell widow_. yale university is to have a ton of fossils. whether for the faculty or for the museums is not announced.--_the atlanta journal_. first trustee--"but this ancient institution of learning will fail unless something is done." second trustee--"true; but what can we do? we have already raised the tuition until it is almost per cent of the fraternity fees."--_puck_. the president of the university had dark circles under his eyes. his cheek was pallid; his lips were trembling; he wore a hunted expression. "you look ill," said his wife. "what is wrong, dear?" "nothing much," he replied. "but--i--i had a fearful dream last night, and i feel this morning as if i--as if i--" it was evident that his nervous system was shattered. "what was the dream?" asked his wife. "i--i--dreamed the trustees required that--that i should--that i should pass the freshman examination for--admission!" sighed the president. common sense a mysterious building had been erected on the outskirts of a small town. it was shrouded in mystery. all that was known about it was that it was a chemical laboratory. an old farmer, driving past the place after work had been started, and seeing a man in the doorway, called to him: "what be ye doin' in this place?" "we are searching for a universal solvent--something that will dissolve all things," said the chemist. "what good will thet be?" "imagine, sir! it will dissolve all things. if we want a solution of iron, glass, gold--anything, all that we have to do is to drop it in this solution." "fine," said the farmer, "fine! what be ye goin' to keep it in?" commuters briggs--"is it true that you have broken off your engagement to that girl who lives in the suburbs?" griggs--"yes; they raised the commutation rates on me and i have transferred to a town girl." "i see you carrying home a new kind of breakfast food," remarked the first commuter. "yes," said the second commuter, "i was missing too many trains. the old brand required three seconds to prepare. you can fix this new brand in a second and a half." after the sermon on sunday morning the rector welcomed and shook hands with a young german. "and are you a regular communicant?" said the rector. "yes," said the german: "i take the : every morning."--_m.l. hayward_. a suburban train was slowly working its way through one of the blizzards of . finally it came to a dead stop and all efforts to start it again were futile. in the wee, small hours of the morning a weary commuter, numb from the cold and the cramped position in which he had tried to sleep, crawled out of the train and floundered through the heavy snow-drifts to the nearest telegraph station. this is the message he handed to the operator: "will not be at office to-day. not home yesterday yet." a nervous commuter on his dark, lonely way home from the railroad station heard footsteps behind him. he had an uncomfortable feeling that he was being followed. he increased his speed. the footsteps quickened accordingly. the commuter darted down a lane. the footsteps still pursued him. in desperation he vaulted over a fence and, rushing into a churchyard, threw himself panting on one of the graves. "if he follows me here," he thought fearfully, "there can be no doubt as to his intentions." the man behind was following. he could hear him scrambling over the fence. visions of highwaymen, maniacs, garroters and the like flashed through his brain. quivering with fear, the nervous one arose and faced his pursuer. "what do you want?" he demanded. "wh-why are you following me?" "say," asked the stranger, mopping his brow, "do you always go home like this? i'm going up to mr. brown's and the man at the station told me to follow you, as you lived next door. excuse my asking you, but is there much more to do before we get there?" comparisons a milliner endeavored to sell to a colored woman one of the last season's hats at a very moderate price. it was a big white picture-hat. "law, no, honey!" exclaimed the woman. "i could nevah wear that. i'd look jes' like a blueberry in a pan of milk." a well-known author tells of an english spinster who said, as she watched a great actress writhing about the floor as cleopatra: "how different from the home life of our late dear queen!" "darling," whispered the ardent suitor, "i lay my fortune at your feet." "your fortune?" she replied in surprise. "i didn't know you had one." "well, it isn't much of a fortune, but it will look large besides those tiny feet." "girls make me tired," said the fresh young man. "they are always going to palmists to have their hands read." "indeed!" said she sweetly; "is that any worse than men going into saloons to get their noses red?" a friend once wrote mark twain a letter saying that he was in very bad health, and concluding: "is there anything worse than having toothache and earache at the same time?" the humorist wrote back: "yes, rheumatism and saint vitus's dance." the rev. dr. william emerson, of boston, son of ralph waldo emerson, recently made a trip through the south, and one sunday attended a meeting in a colored church. the preacher was a white man, however, a white man whose first name was george, and evidently a prime favorite with the colored brethren. when the service was over dr. emerson walked home behind two members of the congregation, and overheard this conversation: "massa george am a mos' pow'ful preacher." "he am dat." "he's mos's pow'ful as abraham lincoln." "huh! he's mo' pow'ful dan lincoln." "he's mos' 's pow'ful as george washin'ton." "huh! he's mo' pow'ful dan washin'ton." "massa george ain't quite as pow'ful as god." "n-n-o, not quite. but he's a young man yet." is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?--_cervantes_. compensation "speakin' of de law of compensation," said uncle eben, "an automobile goes faster dan a mule, but at de same time it hits harder and balks longer." competition a new baby arrived at a house. a little girl--now fifteen--had been the pet of the family. every one made much of her, but when there was a new baby she felt rather neglected. "how are you, mary?" a visitor asked of her one afternoon. "oh, i'm all right," she said, "except that i think there is too much competition in this world." a farmer during a long-continued drought invented a machine for watering his fields. the very first day while he was trying it there suddenly came a downpour of rain. he put away his machine. "it's no use," he said; "you can do nothing nowadays without competition." compliments supper was in progress, and the father was telling about a row which took place in front of his store that morning: "the first thing i saw was one man deal the other a sounding blow, and then a crowd gathered. the man who was struck ran and grabbed a large shovel he had been using on the street, and rushed back, his eyes blazing fiercely. i thought he'd surely knock the other man's brains out, and i stepped right in between them." the young son of the family had become so hugely interested in the narrative as it proceeded that he had stopped eating his pudding. so proud was he of his father's valor, his eyes fairly shone, and he cried: "he couldn't knock any brains out of you, could he, father?" father looked at him long and earnestly, but the lad's countenance was frank and open. father gasped slightly, and resumed his supper. _see also_ tact. composers recipe for the musical comedy composer: librettos of all of the operas, some shears and a bottle of paste, curry the hits of last season, add tumpty-tee tra la to taste. --_life_. compromises boss--"there's $ gone from my cash drawer, johnny; you and i were the only people who had keys to that drawer." office boy--"well, s'pose we each pay $ and say no more about it." confessions "you say garston made a complete confession? what did he get--five years?" "no, fifty dollars. he confessed to the magazines."--_puck_. little ethel had been brought up with a firm hand and was always taught to report misdeeds promptly. one afternoon she came sobbing penitently to her mother. "mother, i--i broke a brick in the fireplace." "well, it might be worse. but how on earth did you do it, ethel?" "i pounded it with your watch." "confession is good for the soul." "yes, but it's bad for the reputation." congress congress is a national inquisitorial body for the purpose of acquiring valuable information and then doing nothing about it.--_life_. "judging from the stuff printed in the newspapers," says a congressman, "we are a pretty bad lot. almost in the class a certain miss whom i know unconsciously puts us in. it was at a recent examination at her school that the question was put, 'who makes the laws of our government?' "'congress,' was the united reply. "'how is congress divided?' was the next query. "my young friend raised her hand. "'well,' said the teacher, 'what do you say the answer is?' "instantly, with an air of confidence as well as triumph, the miss replied, 'civilized, half civilized, and savage.'" congressmen it was at a banquet in washington given to a large body of congressmen, mostly from the rural districts. the tables were elegant, and it was a scene of fairy splendor; but on one table there were no decorations but palm leaves. "here," said a congressman to the head waiter, "why don't you put them things on our table too?" pointing to the plants. the head waiter didn't know he was a congressman. "we cain't do it, boss," he whispered confidentially; "dey's mostly congressmen at 'dis table, an' if we put pa'ms on de table dey take um for celery an' eat um all up sho. 'deed dey would, boss. we knows 'em." representative x, from north carolina, was one night awakened by his wife, who whispered, "john, john, get up! there are robbers in the house." "robbers?" he said. "there may be robbers in the senate, mary; but not in the house! it's preposterous!"--_john n. cole, jr_. champ clark loves to tell of how in the heat of a debate congressman johnson of indiana called an illinois representative a jackass. the expression was unparliamentary, and in retraction johnson said: "while i withdraw the unfortunate word, mr. speaker, i must insist that the gentleman from illinois is out of order." "how am i out of order?" yelled the man from illinois. "probably a veterinary surgeon could tell you," answered johnson, and that was parliamentary enough to stay on the record. a georgia congressman had put up at an american-plan hotel in new york. when, upon sitting down at dinner the first evening of his stay, the waiter obsequiously handed him a bill of fare, the congressman tossed it aside, slipped the waiter a dollar bill, and said, "bring me a good dinner." the dinner proving satisfactory, the southern member pursued this plan during his entire stay in new york. as the last tip was given, he mentioned that he was about to return to washington. whereupon, the waiter, with an expression of great earnestness, said: "well, sir, when you or any of your friends that can't read come to new york, just ask for dick." conscience the moral of this story may be that it is better to heed the warnings of the "still small voice" before it is driven to the use of the telephone. a new york lawyer, gazing idly out of his window, saw a sight in an office across the street that made him rub his eyes and look again. yes, there was no doubt about it. the pretty stenographer was sitting upon the gentleman's lap. the lawyer noticed the name that was lettered on the window and then searched in the telephone book. still keeping his eye upon the scene across the street, he called the gentleman up. in a few moments he saw him start violently and take down the receiver. "yes," said the lawyer through the telephone, "i should think you would start." the victim whisked his arm from its former position and began to stammer something. "yes," continued the lawyer severely, "i think you'd better take that arm away. and while you're about it, as long as there seems to be plenty of chairs in the room--" the victim brushed the lady from his lap, rather roughly, it is to be feared. "who--who the devil is this, anyhow?" he managed to splutter. "i," answered the lawyer in deep, impressive tones, "am your conscience!" a quiet conscience makes one so serene! christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded that all the apostles would have done as they did. --_byron_. oh, conscience! conscience! man's most faithful friend, him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend; but if he will thy friendly checks forego, thou art, oh! woe for me his deadliest foe! --_crabbe_. consequences a teacher asked her class in spelling to state the difference between the words "results" and "consequences." a bright girl replied, "results are what you expect, and consequences are what you get." consequences are unpitying. our deeds carry their terrible consequences, quite apart from any fluctuations that went before--consequences that are hardly ever confined to ourselves.--_george eliot_. consideration the goose had been carved at the christmas dinner and everybody had tasted it. it was excellent. the negro minister, who was the guest of honor, could not restrain his enthusiasm. "dat's as fine a goose as i evah see, bruddah williams," he said to his host. "whar did you git such a fine goose?" "well, now, pahson," replied the carver of the goose, exhibiting great dignity and reticence, "when you preaches a speshul good sermon i never axes you whar you got it. i hopes you will show me de same considerashion." a clergyman, who was summoned in haste by a woman who had been taken suddenly ill, answered the call though somewhat puzzled by it, for he knew that she was not of his parish, and was, moreover, known to be a devoted worker in another church. while he was waiting to be shown to the sick-room he fell to talking to the little girl of the house. "it is very gratifying to know that your mother thought of me in her illness," said he, "is your minister out of town?" "oh, no," answered the child, in a matter-of-fact tone. "he's home; only we thought it might be something contagious, and we didn't want to take any risks." constancy a soldier belonging to a brigade in command of a general who believed in a celibate army asked permission to marry, as he had two good-conduct badges and money in the savings-bank. "well, go-away," said the general, "and if you come back to me a year from today in the same frame of mind you shall marry. i'll keep the vacancy." on the anniversary the soldier repeated his request. "but do you really, after a year, want to marry?" inquired the general in a surprised tone. "yes, sir; very much." "sergeant-major, take his name down. yes, you may marry. i never believed there was so much constancy in man or woman. right face; quick march!" as the man left the room, turning his head, he said, "thank you, sir; but it isn't the same woman." contribution box the parson looks it o'er and frets. it puts him out of sorts to see how many times he gets a penny for his thoughts. --_j.j. o'connell_. there were introductions all around. the big man stared in a puzzled way at the club guest. "you look like a man i've seen somewhere, mr. blinker," he said. "your face seems familiar. i fancy you have a double. and a funny thing about it is that i remember i formed a strong prejudice against the man who looks like you--although, i'm quite sure, we never met." the little guest softly laughed. "i'm the man," he answered, "and i know why you formed the prejudice. i passed the contribution plate for two years in the church you attended." the collections had fallen off badly in the colored church and the pastor made a short address before the box was passed. "i don' want any man to gib mo' dan his share, bredern," he said gently, "but we mus' all gib ercordin' to what we rightly hab. i say 'rightly hab," bredern, because we don't want no tainted money in dis box. 'squire jones tol' me dat he done miss some chickens dis week. now if any of our bredern hab fallen by de wayside in connection wif dose chickens let him stay his hand from de box. "now, deacon smiff, please pass de box while i watch de signs an' see if dere's any one in dis congregation dat needs me ter wrastle in prayer fer him." a newly appointed scotch minister on his first sunday of office had reason to complain of the poorness of the collection. "mon," replied one of the elders, "they are close--vera close." "but," confidentially, "the auld meenister he put three or four saxpenses into the plate hissel', just to gie them a start. of course he took the saxpenses awa' with him afterward." the new minister tried the same plan, but the next sunday he again had to report a dismal failure. the total collection was not only small, but he was grieved to find that his own sixpences were missing. "ye may be a better preacher than the auld meenister," exclaimed the elder, "but if ye had half the knowledge o' the world, an' o' yer ain flock in particular, ye'd ha' done what he did an' glued the saxpenses to the plate." police commissioner--"if you were ordered to disperse a mob, what would you do?" applicant--"pass around the hat, sir." police commissioner--"that'll do; you're engaged." "i advertized that the poor were made welcome in this church," said the vicar to his congregation, "and as the offertory amounts to ninety-five cents, i see that they have come." _see also_ salvation. conundrums "mose, what is the difference between a bucket of milk in a rain storm and a conversation between two confidence men?" "say, boss, dat nut am too hard to crack; i'se gwine to give it up." "well, mose, one is a thinning scheme and the other is a skinning theme." conversation "my dog understands every word i say." "um." "do you doubt it?" "no, i do not doubt the brute's intelligence. the scant attention he bestows upon your conversation would indicate that he understands it perfectly." the tall and aggressive one--"excuse me, but i'm in a hurry! you've had that phone twenty minutes and not said a word!" the short and meek one--"sir, i'm talking to my wife."--_puck_. hus (during a quarrel)--"you talk like an idiot." wife--"i've got to talk so you can understand me." irving bacheller, it appears, was on a tramping tour through new england. he discovered a chin-bearded patriarch on a roadside rock. "fine corn," said mr. bacheller, tentatively, using a hillside filled with straggling stalks as a means of breaking the conversational ice. "best in massachusetts," said the sitter. "how do you plow that field?" asked mr. bacheller. "it is so very steep." "don't plow it," said the sitter. "when the spring thaws come, the rocks rolling down hill tear it up so that we can plant corn." "and how do you plant it?" asked mr. bacheller. the sitter said that he didn't plant it, really. he stood in his back door and shot the seed in with a shotgun. "is that the truth?" asked bacheller. "h--ll no," said the sitter, disgusted. "that's conversation." conversation is the laboratory and workshop of the student.--_emerson_. a single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years' study of books.--_longfellow_. cookery "john, john," whispered an alarmed wife, poking her sleeping husband in the ribs. "wake up, john; there are burglars in the pantry and they're eating all my pies." "well, what do we care," mumbled john, rolling over, "so long as they don't die in the house?" "this is certainly a modern cook-book in every way." "how so?" "it says: 'after mixing your bread, you can watch two reels at the movies before putting it in the oven.'"--_puck_. there was recently presented to a newly-married young woman in baltimore such a unique domestic proposition that she felt called upon to seek expert advice from another woman, whom she knew to possess considerable experience in the cooking line. "mrs. jones," said the first mentioned young woman, as she breathlessly entered the apartment of the latter, "i'm sorry to trouble you, but i must have your advice." "what is the trouble, my dear?" "why, i've just had a 'phone message from harry, saying that he is going out this afternoon to shoot clay pigeons. now, he's bound to bring a lot home, and i haven't the remotest idea how to cook them. won't you please tell me?"--_taylor edwards_. heaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends us cooks.--_david garrick_. cooks _see_ servants. cornets spurgeon was once asked if the man who learned to play a cornet on sunday would go to heaven. the great preacher's reply was characteristic. said he: "i don't see why he should not, but"--after a pause--"i doubt whether the man next door will." corns great aches from little toe-corns grow. corpulence the wife of a prominent judge was making arrangements with the colored laundress of the village to take charge of their washing for the summer. now, the judge was pompous and extremely fat. he tipped the scales at some three hundred pounds. "missus," said the woman, "i'll do your washing, but i'se gwine ter charge you double for your husband's shirts." "why, what is your reason for that nancy," questioned the mistress. "well," said the laundress, "i don't mind washing fur an ordinary man, but i draws de line on circus tents, i sho' do." an employee of a rolling mill was on his vacation when he fell in love with a handsome german girl. upon his return to the works, he went to mr. carnegie and announced that as he wanted to get married he would like a little further time off. mr. carnegie appeared much interested. "tell me about her," he said. "is she short or is she tall, slender, willowy?" "well, mr. carnegie," was the answer, "all i can say is that if i'd had the rolling of her, i should have given her two or three more passes." a very stout old lady, bustling through the park on a sweltering hot day, became aware that she was being closely followed by a rough-looking tramp. "what do you mean by following me in this manner?" she indignantly demanded. the tramp slunk back a little. but when the stout lady resumed her walk he again took up his position directly behind her. "see here," she exclaimed, wheeling angrily, "if you don't go away at once i shall call a policeman!" the unfortunate man looked up at her appealingly. "for heaven's sake, kind lady, have mercy an' don't call a policeman; ye're the only shady spot in the whole park." a jolly steamboat captain with more girth than height was asked if he had ever had any very narrow escapes. "yes," he replied, his eyes twinkling; "once i fell off my boat at the mouth of bear creek, and, although i'm an expert swimmer, i guess i'd be there now if it hadn't been for my crew. you see the water was just deep enough so's to be over my head when i tried to wade out, and just shallow enough"--he gave his body an explanatory pat--"so that whenever i tried to swim out i dragged bottom." a very large lady entered a street car and a young man near the door rose and said: "i will be one of three to give the lady a seat." to our fat friends: may their shadows never grow less. _see also_ dancing. cosmopolitanism secretary of state lazansky refused to incorporate the hell cafe of new york. "new york's cafes are singular enough," said mr. lazansky, "without the addition of such a queerly named institution as the hell." he smiled and added: "is there anything quite so queerly cosmopolitan as a new york cafe? in the last one i visited, i saw a portuguese, a german and an italian, dressed in english clothes and seated at a table of spanish walnut, lunching on russian caviar, french rolls, scotch salmon, welsh rabbit, swiss cheese, dutch cake and malaga raisins. they drank china tea and irish whisky." cost of living "did you punish our son for throwing a lump of coal at willie smiggs?" asked the careful mother. "i did," replied the busy father. "i don't care so much for the smiggs boy, but i can't have anybody in this family throwing coal around like that." "live within your income," was a maxim uttered by mr. carnegie on his seventy-sixth birthday. this is easy; the difficulty is to live without it.--_satire_. "you say your jewels were stolen while the family was at dinner?" "no, no! this is an important robbery. our dinner was stolen while we were putting on our jewels." a grouchy butcher, who had watched the price of porterhouse steak climb the ladder of fame, was deep in the throes of an unusually bad grouch when a would-be customer, eight years old, approached him and handed him a penny. "please, mister, i want a cent's worth of sausage." turning on the youngster with a growl, he let forth this burst of good salesmanship: "go smell o' the hook!" tom--"my pa is very religious. he always bows his head and says something before meals." dick--"mine always says something when he sits down to eat, but he don't bow his head." tom--"what does he say?" dick--"go easy on the butter, kids, it's forty cents a pound." country life bilter (at servants' agency)--"have you got a cook who will go to the country?" manager (calling out to girls in next room)--"is there any one here who would like to spend a day in the country?"--_life_. visitor--"you have a fine road leading from the station." sububs--"that's the path worn by servant-girls." _see also_ commuters; servants. courage aunt ethel--"well, beatrice, were you very brave at the dentist's?" beatrice--"yes, auntie, i was." aunt ethel--"then, there's the half crown i promised you. and now tell me what he did to you." beatrice--"he pulled out two of willie's teeth!"--_punch_. he was the small son of a bishop, and his mother was teaching him the meaning of courage. "supposing," she said, "there were twelve boys in one bedroom, and eleven got into bed at once, while the other knelt down to say his prayers, that boy would show true courage." "oh!" said the young hopeful. "i know something that would be more courageous than that! supposing there were twelve bishops in one bedroom, and one got into bed without saying his prayers!" courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend to mean devices for a sordid end. courage--an independent spark from heaven's bright throne, by which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone. great in itself, not praises of the crowd, above all vice, it stoops not to be proud. courage, the mighty attribute of powers above, by which those great in war, are great in love. the spring of all brave acts is seated here, as falsehoods draw their sordid birth from fear. --_farquhar_. courtesy the mayor of a french town had, in accordance with the regulations, to make out a passport for a rich and highly respectable lady of his acquaintance, who, in spite of a slight disfigurement, was very vain of her personal appearance. his native politeness prompted him to gloss over the defect, and, after a moment's reflection, he wrote among the items of personal description: "eyes dark, beautiful, tender, expressive, but one of them missing." mrs. taft, at a diplomatic dinner, had for a neighbor a distinguished french traveler who boasted a little unduly of his nation's politeness. "we french," the traveler declared, "are the politest people in the world. every one acknowledges it. you americans are a remarkable nation, but the french excel you in politeness. you admit it yourself, don't you?" mrs. taft smiled delicately. "yes," she said. "that is our politeness." justice moody was once riding on the platform of a boston street car standing next to the gate that protected passengers from cars coming on the other track. a boston lady came to the door of the car and, as it stopped, started toward the gate, which was hidden from her by the man standing before it. "other side, lady," said the conductor. he was ignored as only a born-and-bred bostonian can ignore a man. the lady took another step toward the gate. "you must get off the other side," said the conductor. "i wish to get off on this side," came the answer, in tones that congealed that official. before he could explain or expostulate mr. moody came to his assistance. "stand to one side, gentlemen," he remarked quietly. "the lady wishes to climb over the gate." courts one day when old thaddeus stevens was practicing in the courts he didn't like the ruling of the presiding judge. a second time when the judge ruled against "old thad," the old man got up with scarlet face and quivering lips and commenced tying up his papers as if to quit the courtroom. "do i understand, mr. stevens," asked the judge, eying "old thad" indignantly, "that you wish to show your contempt for this court?" "no, sir; no, sir," replied "old thad." "i don't want to show my contempt, sir; i'm trying to conceal it." "it's all right to fine me, judge," laughed barrowdale, after the proceedings were over, "but just the same you were ahead of me in your car, and if i was guilty you were too." "ya'as, i know," said the judge with a chuckle, "i found myself guilty and hev jest paid my fine into the treasury same ez you." "bully for you!" said barrowdale. "by the way, do you put these fines back into the roads?" "no," said the judge. "they go to the trial jestice in loo o' sal'ry." a stranger came into an augusta bank the other day and presented a check for which he wanted the equivalent in cash. "have to be identified," said the clerk. the stranger took a bunch of letters from his pocket all addressed to the same name as that on the check. the clerk shook his head. the man thought a minute and pulled out his watch, which bore the name on its inside cover. clerk hardly glanced at it. the man dug into his pockets and found one of those "if-i-should-die-tonight-please-notify-my-wife" cards, and called the clerk's attention to the description, which fitted to a t. but the clerk was still obdurate. "those things don't prove anything," he said. "we've got to have the word of a man that we know." "but, man, i've given you an identification that would convict me of murder in any court in the land." "that's probably very true," responded the clerk, patiently, "but in matters connected with the bank we have to be more careful." _see also_ jury; witnesses. courtship "do you think a woman believes you when you tell her she is the first girl you ever loved?" "yes, if you're the first liar she has ever met." augustus fitzgibbons moran fell in love with maria mccann. with a yell and a whoop he cleared the front stoop just ahead of her papa's brogan. spoonleigh--"does your sister always look under the bed?" her little brother--"yes, and when you come to see her she always looks under the sofa."--_j.j. o'connell_. there was a young man from the west, who loved a young lady with zest; so hard did he press her to make her say, "yes, sir," that he broke three cigars in his vest. "i hope your father does not object to my staying so late," said mr. stayput as the clock struck twelve. "oh, dear, no," replied miss dabbs, with difficulty suppressing a yawn, "he says you save him the expense of a night-watchman." there was an old monk of siberia, whose existence grew drearier and drearier; he burst from his cell with a hell of a yell, and eloped with the mother superior. it was scarcely half-past nine when the rather fierce-looking father of the girl entered the parlor where the timid lover was courting her. the father had his watch in his hand. "young man," he said brusquely, "do you know what time it is?" "y-y-yes sir," stuttered the frightened lover, as he scrambled out into the hall; "i--i was just going to leave!" after the beau had made a rapid exit, the father turned to the girl and said in astonishment: "what was the matter with that fellow? my watch has run down, and i simply wanted to know the time." "what were you and mr. smith talking about in the parlor?" asked her mother. "oh, we were discussing our kith and kin," replied the young lady. the mother look dubiously at her daughter, whereupon her little brother, wishing to help his sister, said: "yeth they wath, mother. i heard 'em. mr. thmith asked her for a kith and she thaid, 'you kin.'" during a discussion of the fitness of things in general some one asked: "if a young man takes his best girl to the grand opera, spends $ on a supper after the performance, and then takes her home in a taxicab, should he kiss her goodnight?" an old bachelor who was present growled: "i don't think she ought to expect it. seems to me he has done enough for her." a young woman who was about to wed decided at the last moment to test her sweetheart. so, selecting the prettiest girl she knew, she said to her, though she knew it was a great risk. "i'll arrange for jack to take you out tonight--a walk on the beach in the moonlight, a lobster supper and all that sort of thing--and i want you, in order to put his fidelity to the proof, to ask him for a kiss." the other girl laughed, blushed and assented. the dangerous plot was carried out. then the next day the girl in love visited the pretty one and said anxiously: "well, did you ask him?" "no, dear." "no? why not?" "i didn't get a chance. he asked me first." uncle nehemiah, the proprietor of a ramshackle little hotel in mobile, was aghast at finding a newly arrived guest with his arm around his daughter's waist. "mandy, tell that niggah to take his arm from around yo' wais'," he indignantly commanded. "tell him you'self," said amanda. "he's a puffect stranger to me." "jack and i have parted forever." "good gracious! what does that mean?" "means that i'll get a five-pound box of candy in about an hour." here's to solitaire with a partner, the only game in which one pair beats three of a kind. _see also_ love; proposals. cowards mrs. hicks was telling some ladies about the burglar scare in her house the night before. "yes," she said, "i heard a noise and got up, and there, from under the bed, i saw a man's legs sticking out." "mercy!" exclaimed a woman. "the burglar's legs?" "no, my dear; my husband's legs. he heard the noise, too." mrs. peck--"henry, what would you do if burglars broke into our house some night?" mr. peck (_valiantly_)--"humph! i should keep perfectly cool, my dear." and when, a few nights later, burglars _did_ break in, henry kept his promise: he hid in the ice-box. johnny hasn't been to school long, but he already holds some peculiar views regarding the administration of his particular room. the other day he came home with a singularly morose look on his usually smiling face. "why, johnny," said his mother, "what's the matter?" "i ain't going to that old school no more," he fiercely announced. "why, johnny," said his mother reproachfully, "you mustn't talk like that. what's wrong with the school?" "i ain't goin' there no more," johnny replied; "an" it's because all th' boys in my room is blamed old cowards!" "why, johnny, johnny!" "yes, they are. there was a boy whisperin' this mornin', an' teacher saw him an' bumped his head on th' desk ever an' ever so many times. an' those big cowards sat there an' didn't say quit nor nothin'. they let that old teacher bang th' head off th' poor little boy, an' they just sat there an' seen her do it!" "and what did you do, johnny?" "i didn't do nothin'--i was the boy!"--_cleveland plain dealer_. a negro came running down the lane as though the old boy were after him. "what are you running for, mose?" called the colonel from the barn. "i ain't a-runnin' fo'," shouted back mose. "i'se a-runnin' from!" cows little willie, being a city boy, had never seen a cow. while on a visit to his grandmother he walked out across the fields with his cousin john. a cow was grazing there, and willie's curiosity was greatly excited. "oh, cousin john, what is that?" he asked. "why, that is only a cow," john replied. "and what are those things on her head?" "horns," answered john. before they had gone far the cow mooed long and loud. willie was astounded. looking back, he demanded, in a very fever of interest: "which horn did she blow?" there was an old man who said, "how shall i flee from this horrible cow? i will sit on this stile and continue to smile, which may soften the heart of that cow." criticism first music critic--"i wasted a whole evening by going to that new pianist's concert last night!" second music critic--"why?" first music critic--"his playing was above criticism!" as soon seek roses in december--ice in june, hope, constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; believe a woman or an epitaph, or any other thing that's false, before you trust in critics. --_byron_. it is much easier to be critical than to be correct.--_disraeli_. _see also_ dramatic criticism. cruelty "why do you beat your little son? it was the cat that upset the vase of flowers." "i can't beat the cat. i belong to the s.p.c.a." cucumbers consider the ways of the little green cucumber, which never does its best fighting till it's down.--stanford chaparral. culture _see_ kultur. curfew a former resident of marshall, mo., was asking about the old town. "i understand they have a curfew law out there now," he said. "no," his informant answered, "they did have one, but they abandoned it." "what was the matter?" "well, the bell rang at o'clock, and almost everyone complained that it woke them up." curiosity the christmas church services were proceeding very successfully when a woman in the gallery got so interested that she leaned out too far and fell over the railing. her dress caught in a chandelier, and she was suspended in mid-air. the minister noticed her undignified position and thundered at the congregation: "any person in this congregation who turns around will be struck stone-blind." a man, whose curiosity was getting the better of him, but who dreaded the clergyman's warning, finally turned to his companion and said: "i'm going to risk one eye." a one-armed man entered a restaurant at noon and seated himself next to a dapper little other-people's-business man. the latter at once noticed his neighbor's left sleeve hanging loose and kept eying it in a how-did-it-happen sort of a way. the one-armed man paid no attention to him but kept on eating with his one hand. finally the inquisitive one could stand it no longer. he changed his position a little, cleared his throat, and said: "i beg pardon, sir, but i see you have lost an arm." the one-armed man picked up his sleeve with his right hand and peered anxiously into it. "bless my soul!" he exclaimed, looking up with great surprise. "i do believe you're right." _see also_ wives. cyclones _see_ windfalls. dachshunds a little boy was entertaining the minister the other day until his mother could complete her toilet. the minister, to make congenial conversation, inquired: "have you a dog?" "yes, sir; a dachshund," responded the lad. "where is he?" questioned the dominic, knowing the way to a boy's heart. "father sends him away for the winter. he says it takes him so long to go in and out of the door he cools the whole house off." damages a chicago lawyer tells of a visit he received from a mrs. delehanty, accompanied by mr. delehanty, the day after mrs. delehanty and a mrs. cassidy had indulged in a little difference of opinion. when he had listened to the recital of mrs. delehanty's troubles, the lawyer said: "you want to get damages, i suppose?" "damages! damages!" came in shrill tones from mrs. delehanty. "haven't i got damages enough already, man? what i'm after is satisfaction." a chicago man who was a passenger on a train that met with an accident not far from that city tells of a curious incident that he witnessed in the car wherein he was sitting. just ahead of him were a man and his wife. suddenly the train was derailed, and went bumping down a steep hill. the man evinced signs of the greatest terror; and when the car came to a stop he carefully examined himself to learn whether he had received any injury. after ascertaining that he was unhurt, he thought of his wife and damages. "are you hurt, dear?" he asked. "no, thank heaven!" was the grateful response. "look here, then," continued hubby, "i'll tell you what we'll do. you let me black your eye, and we'll soak the company good for damages! it won't hurt you much. i'll give you just one good punch." _--howard morse_. up in minnesota mr. olsen had a cow killed by a railroad train. in due season the claim agent for the railroad called. "we understand, of course, that the deceased was a very docile and valuable animal," said the claim agent in his most persuasive claim-agentlemanly manner "and we sympathize with you and your family in your loss. but, mr. olsen, you must remember this: your cow had no business being upon our tracks. those tracks are our private property and when she invaded them, she became a trespasser. technically speaking, you, as her owner, became a trespasser also. but we have no desire to carry the issue into court and possibly give you trouble. now then, what would you regard as a fair settlement between you and the railroad company?" "vail," said mr. olsen slowly, "ay bane poor swede farmer, but ay shall give you two dollars." dancing he was a remarkably stout gentleman, excessively fond of dancing, so his friends asked him why he had stopped, and was it final? "oh, no, i hope not," sighed the old fellow. "i still love it, and i've merely stopped until i can find a concave lady for a partner." george bernard shaw was recently entertained at a house party. while the other guests were dancing, one of the onlookers called mr. shaw's attention to the awkward dancing of a german professor. "really horrid dancing, isn't it, mr. shaw?" g.b.s. was not at a loss for the true shavian response. "oh that's not dancing" he answered. "that's the new ethical movement!" on a journey through the south not long ago, wu ting fang was impressed by the preponderance of negro labor in one of the cities he visited. wherever the entertainment committee led him, whether to factory, store or suburban plantation, all the hard work seemed to be borne by the black men. minister wu made no comment at the time, but in the evening when he was a spectator at a ball given in his honor, after watching the waltzing and two-stepping for half an hour, he remarked to his host: "why don't you make the negroes do that for you, too?" if they had danced the tango and the trot in days of old, there is no doubt we'd find the poet would have written--would he not?-- "on with the dance, let joy be unrefined!" --_j.j. o'connell_. dead beats see _bills_; collecting of accounts. debts a train traveling through the west was held up by masked bandits. two friends, who were on their way to california, were among the passengers. "here's where we lose all our money," one said, as a robber entered the car. "you don't think they'll take everything, do you?" the other asked nervously. "certainly," the first replied. "these fellows never miss anything." "that will be terrible," the second friend said. "are you quite sure they won't leave us any money?" he persisted. "of course," was the reply. "why do you ask?" the other was silent for a minute. then, taking a fifty-dollar note from his pocket, he handed it to his friend. "what is this for?" the first asked, taking the money. "that's the fifty dollars i owe you," the other answered. "now we're square."--_w. dayton wegefarth_. willis--"he calls himself a dynamo." gillis--"no wonder; everything he has on is charged."--_judge_. anticipated rents, and bills unpaid, force many a shining youth into the shade, not to redeem his time, but his estate, and play the fool, but at the cheaper rate. --_cowper_. i hold every man a debtor to his profession.--_bacon_. deer "the deer's a mighty useful beast from petersburg to tennyson for while he lives he lopes around and when he's dead he's venison." --_ellis parker butler_. degrees a young theologian named fiddle refused to accept his degree; "for," said he, "'tis enough to be fiddle, without being fiddle d.d." democracy "why are you so vexed, irma?" "i am so exasperated! i attended the meeting of the social equality league, and my parlor-maid presided, and she had the audacity to call me to order three times."--_m. l. hayward_. _see also_ ancestry. democratic party hospital physician--"which ward do you wish to be taken to? a pay ward or a--" maloney--"iny of thim, doc, thot's safely dimocratic." dentistry our young hopeful came running into the house. his suit was dusty, and there was a bump on his small brow. but a gleam was in his eye, and he held out a baby tooth. "how did you pull it?" demanded his mother. "oh," he said bravely, "it was easy enough. i just fell down, and the whole world came up and pushed it out." dentists the dentist is one who pulls out the teeth of others to obtain employment for his own. one day little flora was taken to have an aching tooth removed. that night, while she was saying her prayers, her mother was surprised to hear her say: "and forgive us our debts as we forgive our dentists."--_everybody's_. one said a tooth drawer was a kind of unconscionable trade, because his trade was nothing else but to take away those things whereby every man gets his living.--_haglitt_. description a popular soprano is said to have a voice of fine timbre, a willowy figure, cherry lips, chestnut hair, and hazel eyes. she must have been raised in the lumber regions.--_ella hutchison ellwanger_. design, decorative harold watched his mother as she folded up an intricate piece of lace she had just crocheted. "where did you get the pattern, mamma?" he questioned. "out of my head," she answered lightly. "does your head feel better now, mamma?" he asked anxiously.--_c. hilton turvey_. destination a washington car conductor, born in london and still a cockney, has succeeded in extracting thrills from the alphabet--imparting excitement to the names of the national capitol's streets. on a recent sunday morning he was calling the streets thus: "haitch!" "high!" "jay!" "kay!" "hell!" at this point three prim ladies picked up their prayer-books and left the car.--_lippincott's magazine_. andrew lang once invited a friend to dinner when he was staying in marlowe's road, earl's court, a street away at the end of that long cromwell road, which seems to go on forever. the guest was not very sure how to get there, so lang explained: "walk right' along cromwell road," he said, "till you drop dead and my house is just opposite!" details charles frohman was talking to a philadelphia reporter about the importance of detail. "those who work for me," he said, "follow my directions down to the very smallest item. to go wrong in detail, you know, is often to go altogether wrong--like the dissipated husband. "a dissipated husband as he stood before his house in the small hours searching for his latchkey, muttered to himself: "'now which did my wife say--hic--have two whishkies an' get home by , or--hic--have twelve whishkies an' get home by ?'" detectives when conan doyle arrived for the first time in boston he was instantly recognized by the cabman whose vehicle he had engaged. when the great literary man offered to pay his fare the cabman said quite respectfully: "if you please, sir, i should much prefer a ticket to your lecture. if you should have none with you a visiting-card penciled by yourself would do." conan doyle laughed. "tell me," he said, "how did you know who i was, and i will give you tickets for your whole family." "thank you sir," was the reply. "why, we all knew--that is, all the members of the cabmen's literary guild knew--that you were coming by this train. i happen to be the only member on duty at the station this morning. if you will excuse personal remarks your coat lapels are badly twisted downward where they have been grasped by the pertinacious new york reporters. your hair has the quakerish cut of a philadelphia barber, and your hat, battered at the brim in front, shows where you have tightly grasped it in the struggle to stand your ground at a chicago literary luncheon. your right overshoe has a large block of buffalo mud just under the instep, the odor of a utica cigar hangs about your clothing, and the overcoat itself shows the slovenly brushing of the porters of the through sleepers from albany, and stenciled upon the very end of the 'wellington' in fairly plain lettering is your name, 'conan doyle.'" determination after the death of andrew jackson the following conversation is said to have occurred between an anti-jackson broker and a democratic merchant: merchant (_with a sigh_)--"well, the old general is dead." broker (_with a shrug_)--"yes, he's gone at last." merchant (_not appreciating the shrug_)--"well, sir, he was a good man." broker (_with shrug more pronounced_)--"i don't know about that." merchant (_energetically_)--"he was a good man, sir. if any man has gone to heaven, general jackson has gone to heaven." broker (_doggedly_)--"i don't know about that." merchant--"well, sir, i tell you that if andrew jackson had made up his mind to go to heaven, you may depend upon it he's there." diagnosis an epileptic dropped in a fit on the streets of boston not long ago, and was taken to a hospital. upon removing his coat there was found pinned to his waistcoat a slip of paper on which was written: "this is to inform the house-surgeon that this is just a case of plain fit: not appendicitis. my appendix has already been removed twice." diet eat, drink, and be merry, for to-morrow ye diet.--_william gilmore beymer_. there was a young lady named perkins, who had a great fondness for gherkins; she went to a tea and ate twenty-three, which pickled her internal workin's. "mother," asked the little one, on the occasion of a number of guests being present at dinner, "will the dessert hurt me, or is there enough to go round?" the doctor told him he needed carbohydrates, proteids, and above all, something nitrogenous. the doctor mentioned a long list of foods for him to eat. he staggered out and wabbled into a penn avenue restaurant. "how about beefsteak?" he asked the waiter. "is that nitrogenous?" the waiter didn't know. "are fried potatoes rich in carbohydrates or not?" the waiter couldn't say. "well, i'll fix it," declared the poor man in despair. "bring me a large plate of hash." a colonel, who used to assert that naught his digestion could hurt, was forced to admit that his weak point was hit when they gave him hot shot for dessert. to abstain that we may enjoy is the epicurianism of reason.--_rousseau_. they are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.--_shakespeare_. dilemmas a story that has done service in political campaigns to illustrate supposed dilemmas of the opposition will likely be revived in every political "heated term." away back, when herds of buffalo grazed along the foothills of the western mountains, two hardy prospectors fell in with a bull bison that seemed to have been separated from his kind and run amuck. one of the prospectors took to the branches of a tree and the other dived into a cave. the buffalo bellowed at the entrance to the cavern and then turned toward the tree. out came the man from the cave, and the buffalo took after him again. the man made another dive for the hole. after this had been repeated several times, the man in the tree called to his comrade, who was trembling at the mouth of the cavern: "stay in the cave, you idiot!" "you don't know nothing about this hole," bawled the other. "there's a bear in it!" dining a twelve course dinner might be described as a gastronomic marathon.--_john e. rosser_. "that was the spirit of your uncle that made that table stand, turn over, and do such queer stunts." "i am not surprised; he never did have good table manners." "chakey, chakey," called the big sister as she stood in the doorway and looked down the street toward the group of small boys: "chakey, come in alreaty and eat youseself. maw she's on the table and paw he's half et." there was a young lady of cork, whose pa made a fortune in pork; he bought for his daughter a tutor who taught her to balance green peas on her fork. an anecdote about dr. randall davidson, bishop of winchester, is that after an ecclesiastical function, as the clergy were trooping in to luncheon, an unctuous archdeacon observed: "this is the time to put a bridle on our appetites!" "yes," replied the bishop, "this is the time to put a bit in our mouths!"--_christian life_. there was a young lady named maud, a very deceptive young fraud; she never was able to eat at the table, but out in the pantry--o lord! "father's trip abroad did him so much good," said the self-made man's daughter. "he looks better, feels better, and as for appetite--honestly, it would just do your heart good to hear him eat!" whistler, the artist, was one day invited to dinner at a friend's house and arrived at his destination two hours late. "how extraordinary!" he exclaimed, as he walked into the dining-room where the company was seated at the table; "really, i should think you might have waited a bit--why, you're just like a lot of pigs with your eating!" a macaroon, a cup of tea, an afternoon, is all that she will eat; she's in society. but let me take this maiden fair to some café, and, then and there, she'll eat the whole blame bill of fare. --_the mystic times_. the small daughter of the house was busily setting the tables for expected company when her mother called to her: "put down three forks at each place, dear." having made some observations on her own account when the expected guests had dined with her mother before, she inquired thoughtfully: "shall i give uncle john three knives?" for a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner--_samuel johnson_. diplomacy wife--"please match this piece of silk for me before you come home." husband--"at the counter where the sweet little blond works? the one with the soulful eyes and--" wife--"no. you're too tired to shop for me when your day's work is done, dear. on second thought, i won't bother you." scripture tells us that a soft answer turneth away wrath. a witty repartee sometimes helps one immensely also. when richard olney was secretary of state he frequently gave expression to the opinion that appointees to the consular service should speak the language of the countries to which they were respectively accredited. it is said that when a certain breezy and enterprising western politician who was desirous of serving the cleveland administration in the capacity of consul of the chinese ports presented his papers to mr. olney, the secretary remarked: "are you aware, mr. blank, that i never recommend to the president the appointment of a consul unless he speaks the language of the country to which he desires to go? now, i suppose you do not speak chinese?" whereupon the westerner grinned broadly. "if, mr. secretary," said he, "you will ask me a question in chinese, i shall be happy to answer it." he got the appointment. "miss de simpson," said the young secretary of legation, "i have opened negotiations with your father upon the subject of--er--coming to see you oftener, with a view ultimately to forming an alliance, and he has responded favorably. may i ask if you will ratify the arrangement, as a _modus vivendi?_" "mr. von harris," answered the daughter of the eminent diplomat, "don't you think it would have been a more graceful recognition of my administrative entity if you had asked me first?" i call'd the devil and he came, and with wonder his form did i closely scan; he is not ugly, and is not lame, but really a handsome and charming man. a man in the prime of life is the devil, obliging, a man of the world, and civil; a diplomatist too, well skill'd in debate, he talks quite glibly of church and state. --_heine_. discipline _see_ military discipline; parents. discounts a train in arizona was boarded by robbers, who went through the pockets of the luckless passengers. one of them happened to be a traveling salesman from new york, who, when his turn came, fished out $ , but rapidly took $ from the pile and placed it in his vest pocket. "what do you mean by that?" asked the robber, as he toyed with his revolver. hurriedly came the answer: "mine frent, you surely vould not refuse me two per zent discount on a strictly cash transaction like dis?" discretion when you can, use discretion; when you can't, use a club. disposition one eastern railroad has a regular form for reporting accidents to animals on its right of way. recently a track foreman had the killing of a cow to report. in answer to the question, "disposition of carcass?" he wrote: "kind and gentle." there was one man who had a reputation for being even tempered. he was always cross. distances a regiment of regulars was making a long, dusty march across the rolling prairie land of montana last summer. it was a hot, blistering day and the men, longing for water and rest, were impatient to reach the next town. a rancher rode past. "say, friend," called out one of the men, "how far is it to the next town?" "oh, a matter of two miles or so, i reckon," called back the rancher. another long hour dragged by, and another rancher was encountered. "how far to the next town?" the men asked him eagerly. "oh, a good two miles." a weary half-hour longer of marching, and then a third rancher. "hey, how far's the next town?" "not far," was the encouraging answer. "only about two miles." "well," sighed an optimistic sergeant, "thank god, we're holdin' our own, anyhow!" divorce "when a woman marries and then divorces her husband inside of a week what would you call it?" "taking his name in vain."--_princeton tiger_. dogs lady (to tramp who had been commissioned to find her lost poodle)--"the poor little darling, where did you find him?" tramp--"oh, a man 'ad 'im, miss, tied to a pole, and was cleaning the windows wiv 'im!" a family moved from the city to a suburban locality and were told that they should get a watchdog to guard the premises at night. so they bought the largest dog that was for sale in the kennels of a neighboring dog fancier, who was a german. shortly afterward the house was entered by burglars who made a good haul, while the big dog slept. the man went to the dog fancier and told him about it. "veil, vat you need now," said the dog merchant, "is a leedle dog to vake up the big dog." "dogs is mighty useful beasts they might seem bad at first they might seem worser right along but when they're dead they're wurst." --_ellis parker butler_. "my dog took first prize at the cat show." "how was that?" "he took the cat."--_judge_. fair visitor--"why are you giving fido's teeth such a thorough brushing?" fond mistress--"oh! the poor darling's just bitten some horrid person, and, really, you know, one can't be too careful."--_life_. "do you know that that bulldog of yours killed my wife's little harmless, affectionate poodle?" "well, what are you going to do about it?" "would you be offended if i was to present him with a nice brass collar?" fleshy miss muffet sat down on tuffet, a very good dog in his way; when she saw what she'd done, she started to run-- and tuffet was buried next day. --_l.t.h_. william j. stevens, for several years local station agent at swansea, r. i., was peacefully promenading his platform one morning when a rash dog ventured to snap at one of william's plump legs. stevens promptly kicked the animal halfway across the tracks, and was immediately confronted by the owner, who demanded an explanation in language more forcible than courteous. "why," said stevens when the other paused for breath, "your dog's mad." "mad! mad! you double-dyed blankety-blank fool, he ain't mad!" "oh, ain't he?" cut in stevens. "gosh! i should be if any one kicked me like that!" one would have it that a collie is the most sagacious of dogs, while the other stood up for the setter. "i once owned a setter," declared the latter, "which was very intelligent. i had him on the street one day, and he acted so queerly about a certain man we met that i asked the man his name, and--" "oh, that's an old story!" the collie's advocate broke in sneeringly. "the man's name was partridge, of course, and because of that the dog came to a set. ho, ho! come again!" "you're mistaken," rejoined the other suavely. "the dog didn't come quite to a set, though almost. as a matter of fact, the man's name was quayle, and the dog hesitated on account of the spelling!"--_p. r. benson_. the more one sees of men the more one likes dogs. _see also_ dachshunds. domestic finance "talk about napoleon! that fellow wombat is something of a strategist himself." "as to how?" "got his salary raised six months ago, and his wife hasn't found it out yet."--_washington herald_. a lakewood woman was recently reading to her little boy the story of a young lad whose father was taken ill and died, after which he set himself diligently to work to support himself and his mother. when she had finished her story she said: "dear billy, if your papa were to die, would you work to support your dear mamma?" "naw!" said billy unexpectedly. "but why not?" "ain't we got a good house to live in?" "yes, dearie, but we can't eat the house, you know." "ain't there a lot o' stuff in the pantry?" "yes, but that won't last forever." "it'll last till you git another husband, won't it? you're a pretty good looker, ma!" mamma gave up right there. "i am sending you a thousand kisses," he wrote to his fair young wife who was spending her first month away from him. two days later he received the following telegram: "kisses received. landlord refuses to accept any of them on account." then he woke up and forwarded a check. _see also_ trouble. domestic relations there was a young man of dunbar, who playfully poisoned his ma; when he'd finished his work, he remarked with a smirk, "this will cause quite a family jar." _see also_ families; marriage. drama the average modern play calls in the first act for all our faith, in the second for all our hope, and in the last for all our charity.--_eugene walter_. the young man in the third row of seats looked bored. he wasn't having a good time. he cared nothing for the shakespearean drama. "what's the greatest play you ever saw?" the young woman asked, observing his abstraction. instantly he brightened. "tinker touching a man out between second and third and getting the ball over to chance in time to nab the runner to first!" he said. larry--"i like professor whatishisname in shakespeare. he brings things home to you that you never saw before." harry--"huh! i've got a laundryman as good as that." i think i love and reverence all arts equally, only putting my own just above the others.... to me it seems as if when god conceived the world, that was poetry; he formed it, and that was sculpture; he colored it, and that was painting; he peopled it with living beings, and that was the grand, divine, eternal drama.--_charlotte cushman_. two women were leaving the theater after a performance of "the doll's house." "oh, don't you _love_ ibsen?" asked one, ecstatically. "doesn't he just take all the hope out of life?" dramatic criticism theodore dreiser, the novelist, was talking about criticism. "i like pointed criticism," he said, "criticism such as i heard in the lobby of a theater the other night at the end of the play." "the critic was an old gentleman. his criticism, which was for his wife's ears alone, consisted of these words: "'well, you would come!'" nat goodwin, the american comedian, when at the shaftesbury theatre, london, told of an experience he once had with a juvenile deadhead in a town in america. standing outside the theater a little time before the performance was due to begin he observed a small boy with an anxious, forlorn look on his face and a weedy-looking pup in his arms. goodwin inquired what was the matter, and was told that the boy wished to sell the dog so as to raise the price of a seat in the gallery. the actor suspected at once a dodge to secure a pass on the "sympathy racket," but allowing himself to be taken in he gave the boy a pass. the dog was deposited in a safe place and the boy was able to watch goodwin as the gilded fool from a good seat in the gallery. next day goodwin saw the boy again near the theater, so he asked: "well, sonny, how did you like the show?" "i'm glad i didn't sell my dog," was the reply. dramatists "i hear scribbler finally got one of his plays on the boards." "yes, the property man tore up his manuscript and used it in the snow storm scene." "so you think the author of this play will live, do you?" remarked the tourist. "yes," replied the manager of the frozen dog opera house. "he's got a five-mile start and i don't think the boys kin ketch him."--_life_. we all know the troubles of a dramatist are many and varied. here's an advertisement taken from a morning paper that shows to what a pass a genius may come in a great city: "wanted--a collaborator, by a young playwright. the play is already written; collaborator to furnish board and bed until play is produced." dressmakers wife--"wretch! show me that letter." husband--"what letter?" wife--"that one in your hand. it's from a woman, i can see by the writing, and you turned pale when you saw it." husband--"yes. here it is. it's your dressmaker's bill." drinking he who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, falls as the leaves do, and dies in october; but he who goes to bed, and does so mellow, lives as he ought to, and dies a good fellow. --_parody on fletcher_. i drink when i have occasion, and sometimes when i have no occasion.--_cervantes_. i have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. i could wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.--_shakespeare_. the frenchman loves his native wine; the german loves his beer; the englishman loves his 'alf and 'alf, because it brings good cheer; the irishman loves his "whiskey straight," because it gives him dizziness; the american has no choice at all, so he drinks the whole blamed business. a young englishman came to washington and devoted his days and nights to an earnest endeavor to drink all the scotch whiskey there was. he couldn't do it, and presently went to a doctor, complaining of a disordered stomach. "quit drinking!" ordered the doctor. "but, my dear sir, i cawn't. i get so thirsty." "well," said the doctor, "whenever you are thirsty eat an apple instead of taking a drink." the englishman paid his fee and left. he met a friend to whom he told his experience. "bally rot!" he protested. "fawncy eating forty apples a day!" if you are invited to drink at any man's house more than you think is wholesome, you may say "you wish you could, but so little makes you both drunk and sick; that you should only be bad company by doing so."--_lord chesterfield_. there is many a cup 'twixt the lip and the slip.--_judge_. one swallow doesn't make a summer, but it breaks a new year's resolution.--_life_. doctor (feeling sandy's pulse in bed)--"what do you drink." sandy (with brightening face)--"oh, i'm nae particular, doctor! anything you've got with ye." here's to the girls of the american shore, i love but one, i love no more, since she's not here to drink her part, i'll drink her share with all my heart. a well-known scottish architect was traveling in palestine recently, when news reached him of an addition to his family circle. the happy father immediately provided himself with some water from the jordan to carry home for the christening of the infant, and returned to scotland. on the sunday appointed for the ceremony he duly presented himself at the church, and sought out the beadle in order to hand over the precious water to his care. he pulled the flask from his pocket, but the beadle held up a warning hand, and came nearer to whisper: "no the noo, sir; no the noo! maybe after the kirk's oot!" when president eliot of harvard was in active service as head of the university, reports came to him that one of his young charges was in the habit of absorbing more liquor than was good for him, and president eliot determined to do his duty and look into the matter. meeting the young man under suspicion in the yard shortly after breakfast one day the president marched up to him and demanded, "young man, do you drink?" "why, why, why," stammered the young man, "why, president eliot, not so early in the morning, thank you." wife (on auto tour)--"that fellow back there said there is a road-house a few miles down the road. shall we stop there?" husband--"did he whisper it or say it out loud?" a priest went to a barber shop conducted by one of his irish parishioners to get a shave. he observed the barber was suffering from a recent celebration, but decided to take a chance. in a few moments the barber's razor had nicked the father's cheek. "there, pat, you have cut me," said the priest as he raised his hand and caressed the wound. "yis, y'r riv'rance," answered the barber. "that shows you," continued the priest, in a tone of censure, "what the use of liquor will do." "yis, y'r riv'rance," replied the barber, humbly, "it makes the skin tender." ex-congressman asher g. caruth, of kentucky, tells this story of an experience he once had on a visit to a little ohio town. "i went up there on legal business," he says, "and, knowing that i should have to stay all night, i proceeded directly to the only hotel. the landlord stood behind the desk and regarded me with a kindly air as i registered. it seems that he was a little hard of hearing, a fact of which i was not aware. as i jabbed the pen back into the dish of bird shot, i said: "'can you direct me to the bank?' "he looked at me blankly for a second, then swinging the register around, he glanced down swiftly, caught the 'louisville' after my name, and an expression of complete understanding lighting up his countenance, he said: "'certainly, sir. you will find the bar right through that door at the left.'" _see also_ drunkards; good fellowship; temperance; wine. droughts governor glasscock of west virginia, while traveling through arizona, noticed the dry, dusty appearance of the country. "doesn't it ever rain around here?" he asked one of the natives. "rain?" the native spat. "rain? why say pardner, there's bullfrogs in this yere town over five years old that hain't learned to swim yet!" drunkards sing a song of sick gents, pockets full of rye, four and twenty highballs, we wish that we might die. two booze-fiends were ambling homeward at an early hour, after being out nearly all night. "don't your wife miss you on these occasions?" asked one. "not often," replied the other; "she throws pretty straight." "where's old four-fingered pete?" asked alkali ike. "i ain't seen him around here since i got back." "pete?" said the bartender. "oh, he went up to hyena tongue and got jagged. went up to a hotel winder, stuck his head in and hollered 'fire!' and everybody did." the irish talent for repartee has an amusing illustration in lord rossmore's recent book "things i can tell." while acting as magistrate at an irish village, lord rossmore said to an old offender brought before him: "you here again?" "yes, your honor." "what's brought you here?" "two policemen, your honor." "come, come, i know that--drunk again, i suppose?" "yes, your honor, both of them." the colonel came down to breakfast new year's morning with a bandaged hand. "why, colonel, what's the matter?" they asked. "confound it all!" the colonel answered, "we had a little party last night, and one of the younger men got intoxicated and stepped on my hand." magistrate--"and what was the prisoner doing?" constable--"e were 'avin' a very 'eated argument with a cab driver, yer worship." magistrate--"but that doesn't prove he was drunk." constable--"ah, but there worn't no cab driver there, yer worship." a scotch minister and his servant, who were coming home from a wedding, began to consider the state into which their potations at the wedding feast had left them. "sandy," said the minister, "just stop a minute here till i go ahead. maybe i don't walk very steady and the good wife might remark something not just right." he walked ahead of the servant for a short distance and then asked: "how is it? am i walking straight?" "oh, ay," answered sandy thickly, "ye're a' recht--but who's that who's with ye." a man in a very deep state of intoxication was shouting and kicking most vigorously at a lamp post, when the noise attracted a near-by policeman. "what's the matter?" he asked the energetic one. "oh, never mind, mishter. thash all right," was the reply; "i know she'sh home all right--i shee a light upshtairs." a pompous little man with gold-rimmed spectacles and a thoughtful brow boarded a new york elevated train and took the only unoccupied seat. the man next him had evidently been drinking. for a while the little man contented himself with merely sniffing contemptuously at his neighbor, but finally he summoned the guard. "conductor," he demanded indignantly, "do you permit drunken people to ride upon this train?" "no, sir," replied the guard in a confidential whisper. "but don't say a word and stay where you are, sir. if ye hadn't told me i'd never have noticed ye." a noisy bunch tacked out of their club late one night, and up the street. they stopped in front of an imposing residence. after considerable discussion one of them advanced and pounded on the door. a woman stuck her head out of a second-story window and demanded, none too sweetly: "what do you want?" "ish thish the residence of mr. smith?" inquired the man on the steps, with an elaborate bow. "it is. what do you want?" "ish it possible i have the honor of speakin' to misshus smith?" "yes. what do you want?" "dear misshus smith! good misshus smith! will you--hic--come down an' pick out mr. smith? the resh of us want to go home." that clever and brilliant genius, mcdougall, who represented california in the united states senate, was like many others of his class somewhat addicted to fiery stimulants, and unable to battle long with them without showing the effect of the struggle. even in his most exhausted condition he was, however, brilliant at repartee; but one night, at a supper of journalists given to the late george d. prentice, a genius of the same mold and the same unfortunate habit, he found a foeman worthy of his steel in general john cochrane. mcdougall had taken offense at some anti-slavery sentiments which had been uttered--it was in war times--and late in the evening got on his legs for the tenth time to make a reply. the spirit did not move him to utterance, however; on the contrary, it quite deprived him of the power of speech; and after an ineffectual attempt at speech he suddenly concluded: "those are my sentiments, sir, and my name's mcdougall." "i beg the gentleman's pardon," said general cochrane, springing to his feet; "but what was that last remark?" mcdougall pronounced it again; "my name's mcdougall." "there must be some error," said cochrane, gravely. "i have known mr. mcdougall many years, and there never was a time when as late as twelve o'clock at night he knew what his name was." on a pleasant sunday afternoon an old german and his youngest son were seated in the village inn. the father had partaken liberally of the home-brewed beer, and was warning his son against the evils of intemperance. "never drink too much, my son. a gentleman stops when he has enough. to be drunk is a disgrace." "yes, father, but how can i tell when i have enough or am drunk?" the old man pointed with his finger. "do you see those two men sitting in the corner? if you see four men there, you would be drunk." the boy looked long and earnestly. "yes, father, but--but--there is only one man in that corner."--_w. karl hilbrich_. william r. hearst, who never touches liquor, had several men in important positions on his newspapers who were not strangers to intoxicants. mr. hearst has a habit of appearing at his office at unexpected times and summoning his chiefs of departments for instructions. one afternoon he sent for mr. blank. "he hasn't come down yet, sir," reported the office boy. "please tell mr. dash i want to see him." "he hasn't come down yet either." "well, find mr. star or mr. sun or mr. moon--anybody; i want to see one of them at once." "ain't none of 'em here yet, sir. you see there was a celebration last night and--" mr. hearst sank back in his chair and remarked in his quiet way: "for a man who don't drink i think i suffer more from the effects of it than anybody in the world." "what is a drunken man like, fool?" "like a drowned man, a fool and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him."--_shakespeare_. dyspepsia "ah," she sighed "for many years i've suffered from dyspepsia." "and don't you take anything for it?" her friend asked. "you look healthy enough." "oh," she replied, "i haven't indigestion: my husband has." echoes an american and a scotsman were walking one day near the foot of one of the scotch mountains. the scotsman, wishing to impress the visitor, produced a famous echo to be heard in that place. when the echo returned clearly after nearly four minutes, the proud scotsman, turning to the yankee exclaimed: "there, mon, ye canna show anything like that in your country." "oh, i don't know," said the american, "i guess we can better that. why in my camp in the rockies, when i go to bed i just lean out of my window and call out, 'time to get up: wake up!' and eight hours afterward the echo comes back and wakes me." economy an economist is usually a man who can save money by cutting down some other person's expenses. economy is going without something you do want in case you should, some day, want something which you probably won't want.--_anthony hope_. economy is a way of spending money without getting any fun out of it. ther's lots o' difference between thrift an' tryin' t' revive a last year's straw hat.--_abe martin_. economy is a great revenue.--_cicero_. _see also_ domestic finance; saving; thrift. editors recipe for an editor: take a personal hatred of authors, mix this with a fiendish delight in refusing all efforts of genius and maiming all poets on sight. --_life_. the city editor of a great new york daily was known in the newspaper world as a martinet and severe disciplinarian. some of his caustic and biting criticisms are classics. once, however, the tables were turned upon him in a way that left him speechless for days. a reporter on the paper wrote an article that the city editor did not approve of. the morning of publication this reporter drifted into the office and encountered his chief, who was in a white heat of anger. carefully suppressing the explosion, however, the boss started in with ominous and icy words: "mr. blank, i am not going to criticize you for what you have written. on the other hand, i am profoundly sorry for you. i have watched your work recently, and it is my opinion, reached after calm and dispassionate observation, that you are mentally unbalanced. you are insane. your mind is a wreck. your friends should take you in hand. the very kindest suggestion i can make is that you visit an alienist and place yourself under treatment. so far you have shown no sign of violence, but what the future holds for you no one can tell. i say this in all kindness and frankness. you are discharged." the reporter walked out of the office and wandered up to bellevue hospital. he visited the insane pavilion, and told the resident surgeon that there was a suspicion that he was not all right mentally and asked to be examined. the doctor put him through the regular routine and then said, "right as a top." "sure?" asked the reporter. "will you give me a certificate to that effect?" the doctor said he would and did. clutching the certificate tightly in his hand the reporter entered the office an hour later, walked up to the city editor, handed it to him silently, and then blurted out, "now you go get one." education along in the sixties pat casey pushed a wheelbarrow across the plains from st. joseph, mo., to georgetown, colo., and shortly after that he "struck it rich"; in fact, he was credited with having more wealth than any one else in colorado. a man of great shrewdness and ability, he was exceedingly sensitive over his inability to read or write. one day an old-timer met him with: "how are you getting along, pat?" "go 'way from me now," said pat genially, "me head's bustin' wid business. it takes two lid-pincils a day to do me wurruk." a catalog of farming implements sent out by the manufacturer finally found its way to a distant mountain village where it was evidently welcomed with interest. the firm received a carefully written, if somewhat clumsily expressed letter from a southern "cracker" asking further particulars about one of the listed articles. to this, in the usual course of business, was sent a type-written answer. almost by return mail came a reply: "you fellows need not think you are so all-fired smart, and you need not print your letters to me. i can read writing." efficiency an american motorist went to germany in his car to the army maneuvers. he was especially impressed with the german motor ambulances. as the tourist watched the maneuvers from a seat under a tree, the axle of one of the motor ambulances broke. instantly the man leaped out, ran into the village, returned in a jiffy with a new axle, fixed it in place with wonderful skill, and teuffed-teuffed off again almost as good as new. "there's efficiency for you," said the american admirably. "there's german efficiency for you. no matter what breaks, there's always a stock at hand from which to supply the needed part." and praising the remarkable instance of german efficiency he had just witnessed, the tourist returned to the village and ordered up his car. but he couldn't use it. the axle was missing. a curious little man sat next an elderly, prosperous looking man in a smoking car. "how many people work in your office?" he asked. "oh," responded the elderly man, getting up and throwing away his cigar, "i should say, at a rough guess, about two-thirds of them." egotism in the chicago schools a boy refused to sew, thinking it below the dignity of a man of ten years. "why," said the teacher, "george washington did his own sewing in the wars, and do you think you are better than george washington?" "i don't know," replied the boy seriously. "only time can tell that." john d. rockefeller tells this story on himself: "golfing one bright winter day i had for caddie a boy who didn't know me. "an unfortunate stroke landed me in clump of high grass. "'my, my,' i said, 'what am i to do now?' "'see that there tree?' said the boy, pointing to a tall tree a mile away. 'well, drive straight for that.' "i lofted vigorously, and, fortunately, my ball soared up into the air; it landed, and it rolled right on to the putting green. "'how's that, my boy?' i cried. "the caddie stared at me with envious eyes. "'gee, boss,' he said, 'if i had your strength and you had my brains what a pair we'd make!'" the late marshall field had a very small office-boy who came to the great merchant one day with a request for an increase in wages. "huh!" said mr. field, looking at him as if through a magnifying-glass. "want a raise, do you? how much are you getting?" "three dollars a week," chirped the little chap. "three dollars a week!" exclaimed his employer. "why, when i was your age i only got two dollars." "oh, well, that's different," piped the youngster. "i guess you weren't worth any more." here's to the man who is wisest and best, here's to the man who with judgment is blest. here's to the man who's as smart as can be-- i mean the man who agrees with me. elections in st. louis there is one ward that is full of breweries and germans. in a recent election a local option question was up. after the election some germans were counting the votes. one german was calling off and another taking down the option votes. the first german, running rapidly through the ballots, said: "vet, vet, vet, vet,..." suddenly he stopped. "_mein gott_!" he cried: "_dry_!" then he went on--"vet, vet, vet, vet,..." presently he stopped again and mopped his brow. "_himmel_!" he said. "der son of a gun repeated!" willis--"what's the election today for? anybody happen to know?" gillis--"it is to determine whether we shall have a convention to nominate delegates who will be voted on as to whether they will attend a caucus which will decide whether we shall have a primary to determine whether the people want to vote on this same question again next year."--_puck_. one year, when the youngsters of a certain illinois village met for the purpose of electing a captain of their baseball team for the coming season, it appeared that there were an excessive number of candidates for the post, with more than the usual wrangling. youngster after youngster presented his qualifications for the post; and the matter was still undecided when the son of the owner of the ball-field stood up. he was a small, snub-nosed lad, with a plentiful supply of freckles, but he glanced about him with a dignified air of controlling the situation. "i'm going to be captain this year," he announced convincingly, "or else father's old bull is going to be turned into the field." he was elected unanimously.--_fenimore martin_. i consider biennial elections as a security that the sober second thought of the people shall be law.--_fisher ames_. electricity in school a boy was asked this question in physics: "what is the difference between lightning and electricity?" and he answered: "well, you don't have to pay for lightning." embarrassing situations a young gentleman was spending the week-end at little willie's cottage at atlantic city, and on sunday evening after dinner, there being a scarcity of chairs on the crowded piazza, the young gentleman took willie on his lap. then, during a pause in the conversation, little willie looked up at the young gentleman and piped: "am i as heavy as sister mabel?" the late charles coghlan was a man of great wit and resource. when he was living in london, his wife started for an out-of-town visit. for some reason she found it necessary to return home, and on her way thither she saw her husband step out of a cab and hand a lady from it. mrs. coghlan confronted the pair. the actor was equal to the situation. "my dear," he said to his wife, "allow me to present miss blank. mrs. coghlan, miss blank." the two bowed coldly while coghlan quickly added: "i know you ladies have ever so many things you want to say to each other, so i will ask to be excused." he lifted his hat, stepped into the cab, and was whirled away. the evening callers were chatting gaily with the kinterbys when a patter of little feet was heard from the head of the stairs. mrs. kinterby raised her hand, warning the others to silence. "hush!" she said, softly. "the children are going to deliver their 'good-night' message. it always gives me a feeling of reverence to hear them--they are so much nearer the creator than we are, and they speak the love that is in their little hearts never so fully as when the dark has come. listen!" there was a moment of tense silence. then--"mama," came the message in a shrill whisper, "willy found a bedbug!" "i was in an awkward predicament yesterday morning," said a husband to another. "how was that?" "why, i came home late, and my wife heard me and said, 'john, what time is it?' and i said, 'only twelve, my dear,' and just then that cuckoo clock of ours sang out three times." "what did you do?" "why, i just had to stand there and cuckoo nine times more." "your husband will be all right now," said an english doctor to a woman whose husband was dangerously ill. "what do you mean?" demanded the wife. "you told me 'e couldn't live a fortnight." "well, i'm going to cure him, after all," said the doctor. "surely you are glad?" the woman wrinkled her brows. "puts me in a bit of an 'ole," she said. "i've bin an' sold all 'is clothes to pay for 'is funeral." employers and employees "you want more money? why, my boy, i worked three years for $ a month right in this establishment, and now i'm owner of it." "well, you see what happened to your boss. no man who treats his help that way can hang on to his business." earnest young man--"have you any advice to a struggling young employee?" frank old gentleman--"yes. don't work." earnest young man--"don't work?" frank old gentleman--"no. become an employer." general benjamin f. butler built a house in washington on the same plans as his home in lowell, mass., and his studies were furnished in exactly the same way. he and his secretary, m. w. clancy, afterward city clerk of washington for many years, were constantly traveling between the two places. one day a senator called upon general butler in lowell and the next day in washington to find him and his secretary engaged upon the same work that had occupied them in massachusetts. "heavens, clancy, don't you ever stop?" "no," interposed general butler, "'satan finds some michief still for idle hands to do.'" clancy arose and bowed, saying: "general, i never was sure until now what my employer was. i had heard the rumor, but i always discredited it." w.j. ("fingy") conners, the new york politician, who is not precisely a chesterfield, secured his first great freight-handling contract when he was a roustabout on the buffalo docks. when the job was about to begin he called a thousand burly "dock-wallopers" to order, as narrated by one of his business friends: "now," roared conners, "yez are to worruk for me, and i want ivery man here to understand what's what. i kin lick anny man in the gang." nine hundred and ninety-nine swallowed the insult, but one huge, double-fisted warrior moved uneasily and stepping from the line he said "you can't lick me, jim conners." "i can't, can't i?" bellowed "fingy." "no, you can't" was the determined response. "oh, well, thin, go to the office and git your money," said "fingy." "i'll have no man in me gang that i can't lick." outside his own cleverness there is nothing that so delights mr. wiggins as a game of baseball, and when he gets a chance to exploit the two, both at the same time, he may be said to be the happiest man in the world. hence it was that the other day, when little red headed willie mulligan, his office boy, came sniffing into his presence to ask for the afternoon off that he might attend his grandfather's funeral, wiggins deemed it a masterly stroke to answer: "why, certainly, willie. what's more, my boy, if you'll wait for me i'll go with you." "all right, sir," sniffed willie as he returned to his desk and waited patiently. and, lo and behold, poor little willie had told the truth, and when he and wiggins started out together the latter not only lost one of the best games of the season, but had to attend the obsequies of an old lady in whom he had no interest whatever as well. chief clerk (to office boy)--"why on earth don't you laugh when the boss tells a joke?" office boy--"i don't have to; i quit on saturday."--_satire_. james j. hill, the railway king, told the following amusing incident that happened on one of his roads: "one of our division superintendents had received numerous complaints that freight trains were in the habit of stopping on a grade crossing in a certain small town, thereby blocking travel for long periods. he issued orders, but still the complaints came in. finally he decided to investigate personally. "a short man in size and very excitable, he went down to the crossing, and, sure enough, there stood, in defiance of his orders, a long freight train, anchored squarely across it. a brakeman who didn't know him by sight sat complacently on the top of the car. "'move that train on!' sputtered the little 'super.' 'get it off the crossing so people can pass. move on, i say!' "the brakeman surveyed the tempestuous little man from head to foot. 'you go to the deuce, you little shrimp,' he replied. 'you're small enough to crawl under.'" enemies an old man who had led a sinful life was dying, and his wife sent for a near-by preacher to pray with him. the preacher spent some time praying and talking, and finally the old man said: "what do you want me to do, parson?" "renounce the devil, renounce the devil," replied the preacher. "well, but, parson," protested the dying man, "i ain't in position to make any enemies." it is better to decide a difference between enemies than friends, for one of our friends will certainly become an enemy and one of our enemies a friend.--_bias_. the world is large when its weary leagues two loving hearts divide; but the world is small when your enemy is loose on the other side. --_john boyle o'reilly_. england _see_ great britain. english language a popular hotel in rome has a sign in the elevator reading: "please do not touch the lift at your own risk." the class at heidelberg was studying english conjugations, and each verb considered was used in a model sentence, so that the students would gain the benefit of pronouncing the connected series of words, as well as learning the varying forms of the verb. this morning it was the verb "to have" in the sentence, "i have a gold mine." herr schmitz was called to his feet by professor wulff. "conjugate 'do haff' in der sentence, 'i haff a golt mine," the professor ordered. "i haff a golt mine, du hast a golt dein, he hass a golt hiss. ve, you or dey haff a golt ours, yours or deirs, as de case may be." language is the expression of ideas, and if the people of one country cannot preserve an identity of ideas, they cannot retain an identity of language.--_noah webster_. englishmen he who laughs last is an englishman.--_princeton tiger_. nat goodwill was at the club with an english friend and became the center of an appreciative group. a cigar man offered the comedian a cigar, saying that it was a new production. "with each cigar, you understand," the promoter said, "i will give a coupon, and when you have smoked three thousand of them you may bring the coupons to me and exchange them for a grand piano." nat sniffed the cigar, pinched it gently, and then replied: "if i smoked three thousand of these cigars i think i would need a harp instead of a grand piano." there was a burst of laughter in which the englishman did not join, but presently he exploded with merriment. "i see the point" he exclaimed. "being an actor, you have to travel around the country a great deal and a harp would be so much more convenient to carry." enthusiasm theodore watts, says charles rowley in his book "fifty years of work without wages," tells a good story against himself. a nature enthusiast, he was climbing snowdon, and overtook an old gypsy woman. he began to dilate upon the sublimity of the scenery, in somewhat gushing phrases. the woman paid no attention to him. provoked by her irresponsiveness, he said, "you don't seem to care for this magnificent scenery?" she took the pipe from her mouth and delivered this settler: "i enjies it; i don't jabber." epitaphs little clarence--"pa!" his father--"well, my son?" little clarence--"i took a walk through the cemetery to-day and read the inscriptions on the tombstones." his father--"and what were your thoughts after you had done so?" little clarence--"why, pa, i wondered where all the wicked people were buried."--_judge_. the widower had just taken his fourth wife and was showing her around the village. among the places visited was the churchyard, and the bride paused before a very elaborate tombstone that had been erected by the bridegroom. being a little nearsighted she asked him to read the inscription, and in reverent tones he read: "here lies susan, beloved wife of john smith; also jane, beloved wife of john smith; also mary, beloved wife of john smith--" he paused abruptly, and the bride, leaning forward to see the bottom line, read, to her horror: "be ye also ready." a man wished to have something original on his wife's headstone and hit upon, "lord, she was thine." he had his own ideas of the size of the letters and the space between words, and gave instructions to the stonemason. the latter carried them out all right, except that he could not get in the "e" in thine. in a cemetery at middlebury, vt., is a stone, erected by a widow to her loving husband, bearing this inscription: "rest in peace--until we meet again." an epitaph in an old moravian cemetery reads thus: remember, friend, as you pass by, as you are now, so once was i; as i am now thus you must be, so be prepared to follow me. there had been written underneath in pencil, presumably by some wag: to follow you i'm not content till i find out which way you went. i expected it, but i didn't expect it quite so soon.--_life_. after life's scarlet fever i sleep well. here lies the body of sarah sexton, who never did aught to vex one. (not like the woman under the next stone.) as a general thing, the writer of epitaphs is a monumental liar.--_john e. rosser_. maria brown, wife of timothy brown, aged years. she lived with her husband fifty years, and died in the confident hope of a better life. here lies the body of enoch holden, who died suddenly and unexpectedly by being kicked to death by a cow. well done, good and faithful servant! a bereaved husband feeling his loss very keenly found it desirable to divert his mind by traveling abroad. before his departure, however, he left orders for a tombstone with the inscription: "the light of my life has gone out." travel brought unexpected and speedy relief, and before the time for his return he had taken another wife. it was then that he remembered the inscription, and thinking it would not be pleasing to his new wife, he wrote to the stone-cutter, asking that he exercise his ingenuity in adapting it to the new conditions. after his return he took his new wife to see the tombstone and found that the inscription had been made to read: "the light of my life has gone out, but i have struck another match." here lies bernard lightfoot, who was accidentally killed in the forty-fifth year of his age. this monument was erected by his grateful family. i thought it mushroom when i found it in the woods, forsaken; but since i sleep beneath this mound, i must have been mistaken. on the tombstone of a mr. box appears this inscription: here lies one box within another. the one of wood was very good, we cannot say so much for t'other. nobles and heralds by your leave, here lies what once was matthew prior; the son of adam and of eve; can bourbon or nassau claim higher? --_prior_. kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh; here harold lies-but where's his epitaph? if such you seek, try westminster, and view ten thousand, just as fit for him as you. --_byron_. i conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.--_charles lamb_. epithets john fiske, the historian, was once interrupted by his wife, who complained that their son had been very disrespectful to some neighbors. mr. fiske called the youngster into his study. "my boy, is it true that you called mrs. jones a fool?" the boy hung his head. "yes, father." "and did you call mr. jones a worse fool?" "yes, father." mr. fiske frowned and pondered for a minute. then he said: "well, my son, that is just about the distinction i should make." "see that man over there. he is a bombastic mutt, a windjammer nonentity, a false alarm, and an encumberer of the earth!" "would you mind writing all that down for me?" "why in the world--" "he's my husband, and i should like to use it on him some time." equality as one of the white star steamships came up new york harbor the other day, a grimy coal barge floated immediately in front of her. "clear out of the way with that old mud scow!" shouted an officer on the bridge. a round, sun-browned face appeared over the cabin hatchway. "are ye the captain of that vessel?" "no," answered the officer. "then spake to yer equals. i'm the captain o' this!" came from the barge. ermine said an envious, erudite ermine: "there's one thing i cannot determine: when a man wears my coat, he's a person of note, while i'm but a species of vermin!" escapes there was once a chap who went skating too early and all of a sudden that afternoon loud cries for help began to echo among the bleak hills that surrounded the skating pond. a farmer, cobbling his boots before his kitchen fire heard the shouts and yells, and ran to the pond at break-neck speed. he saw a large black hole in the ice, and a pale young fellow stood with chattering teeth shoulder-deep in the cold water. the farmer laid a board on the thin ice and crawled out on it to the edge of the hole. then, extending his hand, he said: "here, come over this way, and i'll lift you out." "no, i can't swim," was the impatient reply. "throw a rope to me. hurry up. it's cold in here." "i ain't got no rope," said the farmer; and he added angrily. "what if you can't swim you can wade, i guess! the water's only up to your shoulders." "up to my shoulders?" said the young fellow. "it's eight feet deep if it's an inch. i'm standing on the blasted fat man who broke the ice!" ethics my ethical state, were i wealthy and great, is a subject you wish i'd reply on. now who can foresee what his morals _might_ be? what would yours be if you were a lion? --_martial; tr. by paul nixon_. etiquet a boston girl the other day said to a southern friend who was visiting her, as two men rose in a car to give them seats: "oh, i wish they would not do it." "why not? i think it is very nice of them," said her friend, settling herself comfortably. "yes, but one can't thank them, you know, and it is so awkward." "can't thank them! why not?" "why, you would not speak to a strange man, would you?" said the boston maiden, to the astonishment of her southern friend. a little girl on the train to pittsburgh was chewing gum. not only that, but she insisted on pulling it out in long strings and letting it fall back into her mouth again. "mabel!" said her mother in a horrified whisper. "mabel, don't do that. chew your gum like a little lady." little brother--"what's etiquet?" little bigger brother--"it's saying 'no, thank you,' when you want to holler 'gimme!'"--_judge_. a lady there was of antigua, who said to her spouse, "what a pig you are!" he answered, "my queen, is it manners you mean, or do you refer to my figure?" --_gilbert k. chesterton_. they were at dinner and the dainties were on the table. "will you take tart or pudding?" asked papa of tommy. "tart," said tommy promptly. his father sighed as he recalled the many lessons on manners he had given the boy. "tart, what?" he queried kindly. but tommy's eyes were glued on the pastry. "tart, what?" asked the father again, sharply this time. "tart, first," answered tommy triumphantly. tommy's aunt--"won't you have another piece of cake, tommy?" tommy (on a visit)--"no, i thank you." tommy's aunt--"you seem to be suffering from loss of appetite." tommy--"that ain't loss of appetite. what i'm sufferin' from is politeness." there was a young man so benighted, he never knew when he was slighted; he would go to a party, and eat just as hearty, as if he'd been really invited. european war officer (as private atkins worms his way toward the enemy)--"you fool! come back at once!" tommy--"no bally fear, sir! there's a hornet in the trench."--_punch_. "you can tell an englishman nowadays by the way he holds his head up." "pride, eh?" "no, zeppelin neck." little girl (who has been sitting very still with a seraphic expression)--"i wish i was an angel, mother!" mother--"what makes you say that, darling?" little girl--"because then i could drop bombs on the germans!"--_punch_. from a sailor's letter to his wife: "dear jane,--i am sending you a postal order for s., which i hope you may get--but you may not--as this letter has to pass the censor." --_punch_. two country darkies listened, awe-struck, while some planters discussed the tremendous range of the new german guns. "dar now," exclaimed one negro, when his master had finished expatiating on the hideous havoc wrought by a forty-two-centimeter shell, "jes' lak i bin tellin' yo' niggehs all de time! don' le's have no guns lak dem roun' heah! why, us niggehs could start runnin' erway, run all day, git almos' home free, an' den git kilt jus' befo' suppeh!" "dat's de trufe," assented his companion, "an' lemme tell yo' sumpin' else, bo. all dem guns needs is jus' yo' _ad_-dress, dat's all; jes' giv' em de _ad_-dress an' they'll git yo'." _see also_ war. evidence from a crowd of rah-rah college boys celebrating a crew victory, a policeman had managed to extract two prisoners. "what is the charge against these young men?" asked the magistrate before whom they were arraigned. "disturbin' the peace, yer honor," said the policeman. "they were givin' their college yells in the street an' makin' trouble generally." "what is your name?" the judge asked one of the prisoners. "ro-ro-robert ro-ro-rollins," stuttered the youth. "i asked for your name, sir, not the evidence." maud muller, on a summer night, turned down the only parlor light. the judge, beside her, whispered things of wedding bells and diamond rings. he spoke his love in burning phrase, and acted foolish forty ways. when he had gone maud gave a laugh and then turned off the dictagraph. --_milwaukee sentinel_. one day a hostess asked a well known parisian judge: "your honor, which do you prefer, burgundy or bordeaux?" "madame, that is a case in which i have so much pleasure in taking the evidence that i always postpone judgment," was the wily jurist's reply. _see also_ courts; witnesses. examinations an instructor in a church school where much attention was paid to sacred history, dwelt particularly on the phrase "and enoch was not, for god took him." so many times was this repeated in connection with the death of enoch that he thought even the dullest pupil would answer correctly when asked in examination: state in the exact language of the bible what is said of enoch's death. but this was the answer he got: "enoch was not what god took him for." a member of the faculty of the university of wisconsin tells of some amusing replies made by a pupil undergoing an examination in english. the candidate had been instructed to write out examples of the indicative, the subjunctive, the potential and the exclamatory moods. his efforts resulted as follows: "i am endeavoring to pass an english examination. if i answer twenty questions i shall pass. if i answer twelve questions i may pass. god help me!" the following selection of mistakes in examinations may convince almost any one that there are some peaks of ignorance which he has yet to climb: magna charta said that the king had no right to bring soldiers into a lady's house and tell her to mind them. panama is a town of colombo, where they are trying to make an isthmus. the three highest mountains in scotland are ben nevis, ben lomond and ben jonson. wolsey saved his life by dying on the way from york to london. bigamy is when a man tries to serve two masters. "those melodious bursts that fill the spacious days of great elizabeth" refers to the songs that queen elizabeth used to write in her spare time. tennyson wrote a poem called grave's energy. the rump parliament consisted entirely of cromwell's stalactites. the plural of spouse is spice. queen elizabeth rode a white horse from kenilworth through coventry with nothing on, and raleigh offered her his cloak. the law allowing only one wife is called monotony. when england was placed under an interdict the pope stopped all births, marriages and deaths for a year. the pyramids are a range of mountains between france and spain. the gods of the indians are chiefly mahommed and buddha, and in their spare time they do lots of carving. every one needs a holiday from one year's end to another. the seven great powers of europe are gravity, electricity, steam, gas, fly-wheels, and motors, and mr. lloyd george. the hydra was married to henry viii. when he cut off her head another sprung up. liberty of conscience means doing wrong and not worrying about it afterward. the habeas corpus act was that no one need stay in prison longer than he liked. becket put on a camel-air shirt and his life at once became dangerous. the two races living in the north of europe are esquimaux and archangels. skeleton is what you have left when you take a man's insides out and his outsides off. ellipsis is when you forget to kiss. a bishop without a diocese is called a suffragette. artificial perspiration is the way to make a person alive when they are only just dead. a night watchman is a man employed to sleep in the open air. the tides are caused by the sun drawing the water out and the moon drawing it in again. the liver is an infernal organ of the body. a circle is a line which meets its other end without ending. triangles are of three kinds, the equilateral or three-sided, the quadrilateral or four-sided, and the multilateral or polyglot. general braddock was killed in the revolutionary war. he had three horses shot under him and a fourth went through his clothes. a buttress is the wife of a butler. the young pretender was so called because it was pretended that he was born in a frying-pan. a verb is a word which is used in order to make an exertion. a passive verb is when the subject is the sufferer, e.g., i am loved. lord raleigh was the first man to see the invisible armada. a schoolmaster is called a pedigree. the south of the u. s. a. grows oranges, figs, melons and a great quantity of preserved fruits, especially tinned meats. the wife of a prime minister is called a primate. the greeks were too thickly populated to be comfortable. the american war was started because the people would persist in sending their parcels thru the post without stamps. prince william was drowned in a butt of malmsey wine; he never laughed again. the heart is located on the west side of the body. richard ii is said to have been murdered by some historians; his real fate is uncertain. subjects have a right to partition the king. a kaiser is a stream of hot water springin' up an' distubin' the earth. he had nothing left to live for but to die. franklin's education was got by himself. he worked himself up to be a great literal man. he was also able to invent electricity. franklin's father was a tallow chandelier. monastery is the place for monsters. sir walter raleigh was put out once when his servant found him with fire in his head. and one day after there had been a lot of rain, he threw his cloak in a puddle and the queen stepped dryly over. the greeks planted colonists for their food supplies. nicotine is so deadly a poison that a drop on the end of a dog's tail will kill a man. a mosquito is the child of black and white parents. an author is a queer animal because his tales (tails) come from his head. wind is air in a hurry. the people that come to america found indians, but no people. shadows are rays of darkness. lincoln wrote the address while riding from washington to gettysburg on an envelope. queen elizabeth was tall and thin, but she was a stout protestant. an equinox is a man who lives near the north pole. an abstract noun is something we can think of but cannot feel--as a red hot poker. the population of new england is too dry for farming. anatomy is the human body, which consists of three parts, the head, the chist, and the stummick. the head contains the eyes and brains, if any. the chist contains the lungs and a piece of the liver. the stummick is devoted to the bowels, of which there are five, a, e, i, o, u, and sometimes w and y. filigree means a list of your descendants. "the complete angler" was written by euclid because he knew all about angles. the imperfect tense in french is used to express a future action in past time which does not take place at all. arabia has many syphoons and very bad ones; it gets into your hair even with your mouth shut. the modern name for gaul is vinegar. some of the west india islands are subject to torpedoes. the crusaders were a wild and savage people until peter the hermit preached to them. on the low coast plains of mexico yellow fever is very popular. louis xvi was gelatined during the french revolution. gender shows whether a man is masculine, feminine, or neuter. an angle is a triangle with only two sides. geometry teaches us how to bisex angels. gravitation is that which if there were none we should all fly away. a vacuum is a large empty space where the pope lives. a deacon is the lowest kind of christian. vapor is dried water. the salic law is that you must take everything with a grain of salt. the zodiac is the zoo of the sky, where lions, goats and other animals go after they are dead. the pharisees were people who like to show off their goodness by praying in synonyms. an abstract noun is something you can't see when you are looking at it. excuses the children had been reminded that they must not appear at school the following week without their application blanks properly filled out as to names of parents, addresses, dates and place of birth. on monday morning katie barnes arrived, the tears streaming down her cheeks. "what is the trouble?" miss green inquired, seeking to comfort her. "oh," sobbed the little girl, "i forgot my excuse for being born." o. henry always retained the whimsical sense of humor which made him quickly famous. shortly before his death he called on the cashier of a new york publishing house, after vainly writing several times for a check which had been promised as an advance on his royalties. "i'm sorry," explained the cashier, "but mr. blank, who signs the checks, is laid up with a sprained ankle." "but, my dear sir," expostulated the author, "does he sign them with his feet?" strolling along the boardwalk at atlantic city, mr. mulligan, the wealthy retired contractor, dropped a quarter through a crack in the planking. a friend came along a minute later and found him squatted down, industriously poking a two dollar bill through the treacherous cranny with his forefinger. "mulligan, what the divvil ar-re ye doin'?" inquired the friend. "sh-h," said mr. mulligan, "i'm tryin' to make it wort' me while to tear up this board." a captain, inspecting his company one morning, came to an irishman who evidently had not shaved for several days. "doyle," he asked, "how is it that you haven't shaved this morning?" "but oi did, sor." "how dare you tell me that with the beard you have on your face?" "well, ye see, sor," stammered doyle, "there wus nine of us to one small bit uv a lookin'-glass, an' it must be thot in th' gineral confusion oi shaved some other man's face." "is that you, dear?" said a young husband over the telephone. "i just called up to say that i'm afraid i won't be able to get home to dinner to-night, as i am detained at the office." "you poor dear," answered the wife sympathetically. "i don't wonder. i don't see how you manage to get anything done at all with that orchestra playing in your office. good-by." "what is the matter, dearest?" asked the mother of a small girl who had been discovered crying in the hall. "somfing awful's happened, mother." "well, what is it, sweetheart?" "my d'doll-baby got away from me and broked a plate in the pantry." a poor casual laborer, working on a scaffolding, fell five stories to the ground. as his horrified mates rushed down pell-mell to his aid, he picked himself up, uninjured, from a great, soft pile of sand. "say, fellers," he murmured anxiously, "is the boss mad? tell him i had to come down anyway for a ball of twine." cephas is a darky come up from maryland to a border town in pennsylvania, where he has established himself as a handy man to do odd jobs. he is a good worker, and sober, but there are certain proclivities of his which necessitate a pretty close watch on him. not long ago he was caught with a chicken under his coat, and was haled to court to explain its presence there. "now, cephas," said the judge very kindly, "you have got into a new place, and you ought to have new habits. we have been good to you and helped you, and while we like you as a sober and industrious worker, this other business cannot be tolerated. why did you take mrs. gilkie's chicken?" cephas was stumped, and he stood before the majesty of the law, rubbing his head and looking ashamed of himself. finally he answered: "deed, i dunno, jedge," he explained, "ceptin' 't is dat chickens is chickens and niggers is niggers." grandma--"johnny, i have discovered that you have taken more maple-sugar than i gave you." johnny--"yes, grandma, i've been making believe there was another little boy spending the day with me." mr. x was a prominent member of the b.p.o.e. at the breakfast table the other morning he was relating to his wife an incident that occurred at the lodge the previous night. the president of the order offered a silk hat to the brother who could stand up and truthfully say that during his married life he had never kissed any woman but his own wife. "and, would you believe it, mary?--not a one stood up." "george," his wife said, "why didn't you stand up?" "well," he replied, "i was going to, but i know i look like hell in a silk hat." and oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, as patches set upon a little breach, discredit more in hiding of the fault than did the fault before it was so patched. --_shakespeare_. exposure tramp--"lady, i'm dying from exposure." woman--"are you a tramp, politician or financier?"--_judge_. extortion _see_ dressmakers. extravagance there was a young girl named o'neill, who went up in the great ferris wheel; but when half way around she looked at the ground, and it cost her an eighty-cent meal. everybody knew that john polkinhorn was the carelessest man in town, but nobody ever thought he was careless enough to marry susan rankin, seeing that he had known her for years. for awhile they got along fairly well but one day after five years of it john hung himself in the attic, where susan used to dry the wash on rainy days, and a carpenter, who went up to the roof to do some repairs, found him there. he told susan, and susan hurried up to see about it, and, sure enough, the carpenter was right. she stood looking at her late husband for about a minute--kind of dazed, the carpenter thought--then she spoke. "well, i declare!" she exclaimed. "if he hasn't used my new clothes-line, and the old would have done every bit as well! but, of course, that's just like john polkinhorn." "the editor of my paper," declared the newspaper business manager to a little coterie of friends, "is a peculiar genius. why, would you believe it, when he draws his weekly salary he keeps out only one dollar for spending money and sends the rest to his wife in indianapolis!" his listeners--with one exception, who sat silent and reflective--gave vent to loud murmurs of wonder and admiration. "now, it may sound thin," added the speaker, "but it is true, nevertheless." "oh, i don't doubt it at all!" quickly rejoined the quiet one; "i was only wondering what he does with the dollar!" an irish soldier was recently given leave of absence the morning after pay day. when his leave expired he didn't appear. he was brought at last before the commandant for sentence, and the following dialogue is recorded: "well, murphy, you look as if you had had a severe engagement." "yes, sur." "have you any money left?" "no, sur." "you had $ when you left the fort, didn't you?" "yes, sur." "what did you do with it?" "well, sur, i was walking along and i met a friend, and we went into a place and spint $ . thin we came out and i met another friend and we spint $ more, and thin i come out and we met another friend and we spint $ more, and thin we come out and we met another bunch of friends, and i spint $ more--and thin i come home." "but, murphy, that makes only $ . what did you do with the other $ ?" murphy thought. then he shook his head slowly and said: "i dunno, colonel, i reckon i must have squandered that money foolishly." failures little ikey came up to his father with a very solemn face. "is it true, father," he asked, "that marriage is a failure?" his father surveyed him thoughtfully for a moment. "well, ikey," he finally replied, "if you get a rich wife, it's almost as good as a failure." faith faith is that quality which leads a man to expect that his flowers and garden will resemble the views shown on the seed packets.--_country life in america_. "what is faith, johnny?" asks the sunday school teacher. "pa says," answers johnny, "that it's readin' in the papers that the price o' things has come down, an expectin' to find it true when the bills comes in." faith is believing the dentist when he says it isn't going to hurt. "as i understand it, doctor, if i believe i'm well, i'll be well. is that the idea?" "it is." "then, if you believe you are paid, i suppose you'll be paid." "not necessarily." "but why shouldn't faith work as well in one case as in the other?" "why, you see, there is considerable difference between having faith in providence and having faith in you."--_horace zimmerman_. mother had been having considerable argument with her infant daughter as to whether the latter was going to be left alone in a dark room to go to sleep. as a clincher, the mother said: "there is no reason at all why you should be afraid. remember that god is here all the time, and, besides, you have your dolly. now go to sleep like a good little girl." twenty minutes later a wail came from upstairs, and mother went to the foot of the stairs to pacify her daughter. "don't cry," she said; "remember what i told you--god is there with you and you have your dolly." "but i don't want them," wailed the baby; "i want you, muvver; i want somebody here that has got a skin face on them." faith is a fine invention for gentlemen who see; but microscopes are prudent in an emergency. --_emily dickinson_. faithfulness a wizened little irishman applied for a job loading a ship. at first they said he was too small, but he finally persuaded them to give him a trial. he seemed to be making good, and they gradually increased the size of his load until on the last trip he was carrying a -pound anvil under each arm. when he was half-way across the gangplank it broke and the irishman fell in. with a great splashing and spluttering he came to the surface. "t'row me a rope, i say!" he shouted again. once more he sank. a third time he rose struggling. "say!" he spluttered angrily, "if one uv you shpalpeens don't hurry up an' t'row me a rope i'm goin' to drop one uv these damn t'ings!" fame fame is the feeling that you are the constant subject of admiration on the part of people who are not thinking of you. many a man thinks he has become famous when he has merely happened to meet an editor who was hard up for material. were not this desire of fame very strong, the difficulty of obtaining it, and the danger of losing it when obtained, would be sufficient to deter a man from so vain a pursuit.--_addison_. families "yes, sir, our household represents the united kingdom of great britain," said the proud father of number one to the rector. "i am english, my wife's irish, the nurse is scotch and the baby wails." mrs. o'flarity is a scrub lady, and she had been absent from her duties for several days. upon her return her employer asked her the reason for her absence. "sure, i've been carin' for wan of me sick children," she replied. "and how many children have you, mrs. o'flarity?" he asked. "siven in all," she replied. "four by the third wife of me second husband; three by the second wife of me furst." a man descended from an excursion train and was wearily making his way to the street-car, followed by his wife and fourteen children, when a policeman touched him on the shoulder and said: "come along wid me." "what for?" "blamed if i know; but when ye're locked up i'll go back and find out why that crowd was following ye." farewells happy are we met, happy have we been, happy may we part, and happy meet again. a dear old citizen went to the cars the other day to see his daughter off on a journey. securing her a seat he passed out of the car and went around to the car window to say a last parting word. while he was leaving the car the daughter crossed the aisle to speak to a friend, and at the same time a grim old maid took the seat and moved up to the window. unaware of the change the old gentleman hurriedly put his head up to the window and said: "one more kiss, pet." in another instant the point of a cotton umbrella was thrust from the window, followed by the wrathful injunction: "scat, you gray-headed wretch!" "i am going to make my farewell tour in shakespeare. what shall be the play? hamlet? macbeth?" "this is your sixth farewell tour, i believe." "well, yes." "i would suggest 'much adieu about nothing'." "farewell!" for in that word--that fatal word--howe'er we promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair. --_byron_. fashion there are two kinds of women: the fashionable ones and those who are comfortable.--_tom p. morgan_. there had been a dressmaker in the house and minnie had listened to long discussions about the very latest fashions. that night when she said her prayers, she added a new petition, uttered with unwonted fervency: "and, dear lord, please make us all very stylish." nothing is thought rare which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know that what was worn some twenty years ago comes into grace again. --_beaumont and fletcher_. as good be out of the world as out of the fashion.--_colley cibber_. fate fate hit me very hard one day. i cried: "what is my fault? what have i done? what causes, pray, this unprovoked assault?" she paused, then said: "darned if i know; i really can't explain." then just before she turned to go she whacked me once again! --_la touche hancock_. so in the libyan fable it is told that once an eagle stricken with a dart, said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, "with our own feathers, not by others' hands, are we now smitten." --_aeschylus_. fathers a director of one of the great transcontinental railroads was showing his three-year-old daughter the pictures in a work on natural history. pointing to a picture of a zebra, he asked the baby to tell him what it represented. baby answered "coty." pointing to a picture of a tiger in the same way, she answered "kitty." then a lion, and she answered "doggy." elated with her seeming quick perception, he then turned to the picture of a chimpanzee and said: "baby, what is this?" "papa." faults women's faults are many, men have only two-- everything they say, and everything they do. --_le crabbe_. fees _see_ tips. feet big man (with a grouch)--"will you be so kind as to get off my feet?" little man (with a bundle)--"i'll try, sir. is it much of a walk?" fighting "who gave ye th' black eye, jim?" "nobody give it t' me; i had t' fight fer it."--_life_. "there! you have a black eye, and your nose is bruised, and your coat is torn to bits," said mamma, as her youngest appeared at the door. "how many times have i told you not to play with that bad jenkins boy?" "now, look here, mother," said bobby, "do i look as if we'd been playing?" two of the leading attorneys of memphis, who had been warm friends for years, happened to be opposing counsel in a case some time ago. the older of the two was a man of magnificent physique, almost six feet four, and built in proportion, while the younger was barely five feet and weighed not more than ninety pounds. in the course of his argument the big man unwittingly made some remark that aroused the ire of his small adversary. a moment later he felt a great pulling and tugging at his coat tails. looking down, he was greatly astonished to see his opponent wildly gesticulating and dancing around him. "what on earth are you trying to do there, dudley?" he asked. "by gawd, suh, i'm fightin', suh!" an irishman boasted that he could lick any man in boston, yes, massachusetts, and finally he added new england. when he came to, he said: "i tried to cover too much territory." "dose irish make me sick, alvays talking about vat gread fighders dey are," said a teutonic resident of hoboken, with great contempt. "vhy, at minna's vedding der odder night dot drunken mike o'hooligan butted in, und me und mein bruder, und mein cousin fritz und mein frient louie hartmann--vhy, we pretty near kicked him oudt of der house!" village grocer--"what are you running for, sonny?" boy--"i'm tryin' to keep two fellers from fightin'." village grocer--"who are the fellows?" boy--"bill perkins and me!"--_puck_. an aged, gray-haired and very wrinkled old woman, arrayed in the outlandish calico costume of the mountains, was summoned as a witness in court to tell what she knew about a fight in her house. she took the witness-stand with evidences of backwardness and proverbial bourbon verdancy. the judge asked her in a kindly voice what took place. she insisted it did not amount to much, but the judge by his persistency finally got her to tell the story of the bloody fracas. "now, i tell ye, jedge, it didn't amount to nuthn'. the fust i knowed about it was when bill saunder called tom smith a liar, en tom knocked him down with a stick o' wood. one o' bill's friends then cut tom with a knife, slicin' a big chunk out o' him. then sam jones, who was a friend of tom's, shot the other feller and two more shot him, en three or four others got cut right smart by somebody. that nachly caused some excitement, jedge, en then they commenced fightin'." "do you mean to say such a physical wreck as he gave you that black eye?" asked the magistrate. "sure, your honor, he wasn't a physical wreck till after he gave me the black eye," replied the complaining wife.--_london telegraph_. a pessimistic young man dining alone in a restaurant ordered broiled live lobster. when the waiter put it on the table it was obviously minus one claw. the pessimistic young man promptly kicked. the waiter said it was unavoidable--there had been a fight in the kitchen between two lobsters. the other one had torn off one of the claws of this lobster and had eaten it. the young man pushed the lobster over toward the waiter. "take it away," he said wearily, "and bring me the winner." there never was a good war or a bad peace.--_benjamin franklin_. the master-secret in fighting is to strike once, but in the right place.--_john c. snaith_. finance willie had a savings bank; 'twas made of painted tin. he passed it 'round among the boys, who put their pennies in. then willie wrecked that bank and bought sweetmeats and chewing gum. and to the other envious lads he never offered some. "what will we do?" his mother said: "it is a sad mischance." his father said: "we'll cultivate his gift for high finance." --_washington star_. hicks--"i've got to borrow $ somewhere." wicks--"take my advice and borrow $ while you are about it." "but i only need $ ." "that doesn't make any difference. borrow $ and pay back $ of it in two installments at intervals of a month or so. then the man that you borrow from will think he is going to get the rest of it." it is said j. p. morgan could raise $ , , on his check any minute; but the man who is raising a large family on $ a week is a greater financier than morgan. to modernize an old prophecy, "out of the mouths of babes shall come much worldly wisdom." mr. k. has two boys whom he dearly loves. one day he gave each a dollar to spend. after much bargaining, they brought home a wonderful four-wheeled steamboat and a beautiful train of cars. for awhile the transportation business flourished, and all was well, but one day craig explained to his father that while business had been good, he could do much better if he only had the capital to buy a train of cars like joe's. his arguments must have been good, for the money was forthcoming. soon after, little toe, with probably less logic but more loving, became possessed of a dollar to buy a steamboat like craig's. but mr. k., who had furnished the additional capital, looked in vain for the improved service. the new rolling stock was not in evidence, and explanations were vague and unsatisfactory, as is often the case in the railroad game at which men play. it took a stern court of inquiry to develop the fact that the railroad and steamship had simply changed hands--and at a mutual profit of one hundred per cent. and mr. k., as he told his neighbor, said it was worth that much to know that his boys would not need much of a legacy from him.--_p.a. kershaw_. an old artisan who prided himself on his ability to drive a close bargain contracted to paint a huge barn in the neighborhood for the small sum of twelve dollars. "why on earth did you agree to do it for so little?" his brother inquired. "well," said the old painter, "you see, the owner is a mighty unreliable man. if i'd said i'd charge him twenty-five dollars, likely he'd have only paid me nineteen. and if i charge him twelve dollars, he may not pay me but nine. so i thought it over, and decided to paint it for twelve dollars, so i wouldn't lose so much." finger-bowls mistress (to new servant)--"why, bridget, this is the third time i've had to tell you about the finger-bowls. didn't the lady you last worked for have them on the table?" bridget--"no, mum; her friends always washed their hands before they came." fire departments clang, clatter, bang! down the street came the fire engines. driving along ahead, oblivious of any danger, was a farmer in a ramshackle old buggy. a policeman yelled at him: "hi there, look out! the fire department's coming." turning in by the curb the farmer watched the hose cart, salvage wagon and engine whiz past. then he turned out into the street again and drove on. barely had he started when the hook and ladder came tearing along. the rear wheel of the big truck slewed into the farmer's buggy, smashing it to smithereens and sending the farmer sprawling into the gutter. the policeman ran to his assistance. "didn't i tell ye to keep out of the way?" he demanded crossly. "didn't i tell ye the fire department was comin"?" "wall, consarn ye," said the peeved farmer, "i _did_ git outer the way for th' fire department. but what in tarnation was them drunken painters in sech an all-fired hurry fer?" two irishmen fresh from ireland had just landed in new york and engaged a room in the top story of a hotel. mike, being very sleepy, threw himself on the bed and was soon fast asleep. the sights were so new and strange to pat that he sat at the window looking out. soon an alarm of fire was rung in and a fire-engine rushed by throwing up sparks of fire and clouds of smoke. this greatly excited pat, who called to his comrade to get up and come to the window, but mike was fast asleep. another engine soon followed the first, spouting smoke and fire like the former. this was too much for poor pat, who rushed excitedly to the bedside, and shaking his friend called loudly: "mike, mike, wake up! they are moving hell, and two loads have gone by already." fire escapes fire escape: a steel stairway on the exterior of a building, erected after a fire to escape the law. fires "ikey, i hear you had a fire last thursday." "sh! next thursday." first aid in illness and injury the father of the family hurried to the telephone and called up the family physician. "our little boy is sick, doctor," he said, "so please come at once." "i can't get over much under an hour," said the doctor. "oh please do, doctor. you see, my wife has a book on 'what to do before the doctor comes,' and i'm so afraid she'll do it before you get here!" nurse girl--"oh, ma'am, what shall i do? the twins have fallen down the well!" fond parent--"dear me! how annoying! just go into the library and get the last number of _the modern mother's magazine_; it contains an article on 'how to bring up children.'" surgeon at new york hospital--"what brought you to this dreadful condition? were you run over by a street-car?" patient--"no, sir; i fainted, and was brought to by a member of the society of first aid to the injured."--_life_. a prominent physician was recently called to his telephone by a colored woman formerly in the service of his wife. in great agitation the woman advised the physician that her youngest child was in a bad way. "what seems to be the trouble?" asked the doctor. "doc, she done swallered a bottle of ink!" "i'll be over there in a short while to see her," said the doctor. "have you done anything for her?" "i done give her three pieces o' blottin'-paper, doc," said the colored woman doubtfully. fish a man went into a restaurant recently and said, "give me a half dozen fried oysters." "sorry, sah," answered the waiter, "but we's all out o' shell fish, sah, 'ceptin' eggs." little elizabeth and her mother were having luncheon together, and the mother, who always tried to impress facts upon her young daughter, said: "these little sardines, elizabeth, are sometimes eaten by the larger fish." elizabeth gazed at the sardines in wonder, and then asked: "but, mother, how do the large fish get the cans open?" fishermen at the birth of president cleveland's second child no scales could be found to weigh the baby. finally the scales that the president always used to weigh the fish he caught on his trips were brought up from the cellar, and the child was found to weigh twenty-five pounds. "doin' any good?" asked the curious individual on the bridge. "any good?" answered the fisherman, in the creek below. "why i caught forty bass out o' here yesterday." "say, do you know who i am?" asked the man on the bridge. the fisherman replied that he did not. "well, i am the county fish and game warden." the angler, after a moment's thought, exclaimed, "say, do you know who i am?" "no," the officer replied. "well, i'm the biggest liar in eastern indiana," said the crafty angler, with a grin. a young lady who had returned from a tour through italy with her father informed a friend that he liked all the italian cities, but most of all he loved venice. "ah, venice, to be sure!" said the friend. "i can readily understand that your father would like venice, with its gondolas, and st. markses and michelangelos." "oh, no," the young lady interrupted, "it wasn't that. he liked it because he could sit in the hotel and fish from the window." smith the other day went fishing. he caught nothing, so on his way back home he telephoned to his provision dealer to send a dozen of bass around to his house. he got home late himself. his wife said to him on his arrival: "well, what luck?" "why, splendid luck, of course," he replied. "didn't the boy bring that dozen bass i gave him?" mrs. smith started. then she smiled. "well, yes, i suppose he did," she said. "there they are." and she showed poor smith a dozen bottles of bass's ale. "you'll be a man like one of us some day," said the patronizing sportsman to a lad who was throwing his line into the same stream. "yes, sir," he answered, "i s'pose i will some day, but i b'lieve i'd rather stay small and ketch a few fish." the more worthless a man, the more fish he can catch. as no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler.--_izaak walton_. fishing a man was telling some friends about a proposed fishing trip to a lake in colorado which he had in contemplation. "are there any trout out there?" asked one friend. "thousands of 'em," replied mr. wharry. "will they bite easily?" asked another friend. "will they?" said mr. wharry. "why they're absolutely vicious. a man has to hide behind a tree to bait a hook." "i got a bite--i got a bite!" sang out a tiny girl member of a fishing party. but when an older brother hurriedly drew in the line there was only a bare hook. "where's the fish?" he asked. "he unbit and div," said the child. the late justice brewer was with a party of new york friends on a fishing trip in the adirondacks, and around the camp fire one evening the talk naturally ran on big fish. when it came his turn the jurist began, uncertain as to how he was going to come out: "we were fishing one time on the grand banks for--er--for--" "whales," somebody suggested. "no," said the justice, "we were baiting with whales." "lo, jim! fishin'?" "naw; drowning worms." we may say of angling as dr. boteler said of strawberries: "doubtless god could have made a better berry, but doubtless god never did"; and so (if i might be judge), god never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.--_izaak walton_. flats "hello, tom, old man, got your new flat fitted up yet?" "not quite," answered the friend. "say, do you know where i can buy a folding toothbrush?" she hadn't told her mother yet of their first quarrel, but she took refuge in a flood of tears. "before we were married you said you'd lay down your life for me," she sobbed. "i know it," he returned solemnly; "but this confounded flat is so tiny that there's no place to lay anything down." flattery with a sigh she laid down the magazine article upon daniel o'connell. "the day of great men," she said, "is gone forever." "but the day of beautiful women is not," he responded. she smiled and blushed. "i was only joking," she explained, hurriedly. magistrate (about to commit for trial)--"you certainly effected the robbery in a remarkably ingenious way; in fact, with quite exceptional cunning." prisoner--"now, yer honor, no flattery, please; no flattery, i begs yer." old maid--"but why should a great strong man like you be found begging?" wayfarer--"dear lady, it is the only profession i know in which a gentleman can address a beautiful woman without an introduction." william ---- was said to be the ugliest, though the most lovable, man in louisiana. on returning to the plantation after a short absence, his brother said: "willie, i met in new orleans a mrs. forrester who is a great admirer of yours. she said, though, that it wasn't so much the brillancy of your mental attainments as your marvelous physical and facial beauty which charmed and delighted her." "edmund," cried william earnestly, "that is a wicked lie, but tell it to me again!" "you seem to be an able-bodied man. you ought to be strong enough to work." "i know, mum. and you seem to be beautiful enough to go on the stage, but evidently you prefer the simple life." after that speech he got a square meal and no reference to the woodpile. o, that men's ears should be to counsel deaf, but not to flattery! --_shakespeare_. flies _see_ pure food. flirtation it sometimes takes a girl a long time to learn that a flirtation is attention without intention. "there's a belief that summer girls are always fickle." "yes, i got engaged on that theory, but it looks as if i'm in for a wedding or a breach of promise suit." a teacher in one of the primary grades of the public school had noticed a striking platonic friendship that existed between tommy and little mary, two of her pupils. tommy was a bright enough youngster, but he wasn't disposed to prosecute his studies with much energy, and his teacher said that unless he stirred himself before the end of the year he wouldn't be promoted. "you must study harder," she told him, "or you won't pass. how would you like to stay back in this class another year and have little mary go ahead of you?" "ah," said tommy. "i guess there'll be other little marys." flowers lulu was watching her mother working among the flowers. "mama, i know why flowers grow," she said; "they want to get out of the dirt." food a man went into a southern restaurant not long ago and asked for a piece of old-fashioned washington pie. the waiter, not understanding and yet unwilling to concede his lack of knowledge, brought the customer a piece of chocolate cake. "no, no, my friend," said the smiling man. "i meant _george_ washington, not _booker_ washington." one day a pastor was calling upon a dear old lady, one of the "pillars" of the church to which they both belonged. as he thought of her long and useful life, and looked upon her sweet, placid countenance bearing but few tokens of her ninety-two years of earthly pilgrimage, he was moved to ask her, "my dear mrs. s., what has been the chief source of your strength and sustenance during all these years? what has appealed to you as the real basis of your unusual vigor of mind and body, and has been to you an unfailing comfort through joy and sorrow? tell me, that i may pass the secret on to others, and, if possible, profit by it myself." the old lady thought a moment, then lifting her eyes, dim with age, yet kindling with sweet memories of the past, answered briefly, "victuals."--_sarah l. tenney_. a girl reading in a paper that fish was excellent brain-food wrote to the editor: _dear sir_: seeing as you say how fish is good for the brains, what kind of fish shall i eat? to this the editor replied: _dear miss_: judging from the composition of your letter i should advise you to eat a whale. a hungry customer seated himself at a table in a quick-lunch restaurant and ordered a chicken pie. when it arrived he raised the lid and sat gazing at the contents intently for a while. finally he called the waiter. "look here, sam," he said, "what did i order?" "chicken pie, sah." "and what have you brought me?" "chicken pie, sah." "chicken pie, you black rascal!" the customer replied. "chicken pie? why, there's not a piece of chicken in it, and never was." "dat's right, boss--dey ain't no chicken in it." "then why do you call it chicken pie? i never heard of such a thing." "dat's all right, boss. dey don't have to be no chicken in a chicken pie. dey ain't no dog in a dog biscuit, is dey?" _see also_ dining. football his sister--"his nose seems broken." his fiancee--"and he's lost his front teeth." his mother--"but he didn't drop the ball!"--_life_. fords a boy stood with one foot on the sidewalk and the other on the step of a ford automobile. a playmate passed him, looked at his position, then sang out: "hey, bobbie, have you lost your other skate?" a farmer noticing a man in automobile garb standing in the road and gazing upward, asked him if he were watching the birds. "no," he answered, "i was cranking my ford car and my hand slipped off and the thing got away and went straight up in the air." forecasting a lady in a southern town was approached by her colored maid. "well, jenny?" she asked, seeing that something was in the air. "please, mis' mary, might i have the aft'noon off three weeks frum wednesday?" then, noticing an undecided look in her mistress's face, she added hastily--"i want to go to my finance's fun'ral." "goodness me," answered the lady--"your finance's funeral! why, you don't know that he's even going to die, let alone the date of his funeral. that is something we can't any of us be sure about--when we are going to die." "yes'm," said the girl doubtfully. then, with a triumphant note in her voice--"i'se sure about him, mis', 'cos he's goin' to be hung!" foresight "they tell me you're working 'ard night an' day, sarah?" her bosom friend ann said. "yes," returned sarah. "i'm under bonds to keep the peace for pullin' the whiskers out of that old scoundrel of a husban' of mine, and the magistrate said that if i come afore 'im ag'in, or laid me 'ands on the old man, he'd fine me forty shillin's!" "and so you're working 'ard to keep out of mischief?" "not much; i'm workin' 'ard to save up the fine!" "mike, i wish i knew where i was goin' to die. i'd give a thousand dollars to know the place where i'm goin' to die." "well, pat, what good would it do if yez knew?" "lots," said pat. "shure i'd never go near that place." there once was a pious young priest, who lived almost wholly on yeast; "for," he said, "it is plain we must all rise again, and i want to get started, at least." forgetfulness _see_ memory. fortune hunters her father--"so my daughter has consented to become your wife. have you fixed the day of the wedding?" suitor--"i will leave that to my fiancée." h.f.--"will you have a church or a private wedding?" s.--"her mother can decide that, sir." h.f.--"what have you to live on?" s.--"i will leave that entirely to you, sir." the london consul of a continental kingdom was informed by his government that one of his countrywomen, supposed to be living in great britain, had been left a large fortune. after advertising without result, he applied to the police, and a smart young detective was set to work. a few weeks later his chief asked how he was getting on. "i've found the lady, sir." "good! where is she?" "at my place. i married her yesterday." "i would die for you," said the rich suitor. "how soon?" asked the practical girl. he--"i'd like to meet miss bond." she--"why?" "i hear she has thirty thousand a year and no incumbrance." "is she looking for one?"--_life_. maude--"i've just heard of a case where a man married a girl on his deathbed so she could have his millions when he was gone. could you love a girl like that?" jack--"that's just the kind of a girl i could love. what's her address?" "yes," said the old man to his young visitor, "i am proud of my girls, and would like to see them comfortably married, and as i have made a little money they will not go penniless to their husbands. there is mary, twenty-five years old, and a really good girl. i shall give her $ , when she marries. then comes bet, who won't see thirty-five again, and i shall give her $ , , and the man who takes eliza, who is forty, will have $ , with her." the young man reflected for a moment and then inquired: "you haven't one about fifty, have you?" fountain pens "fust time you've ever milked a cow, is it?" said uncle josh to his visiting nephew. "wal, y' do it a durn sight better'n most city fellers do." "it seems to come natural somehow," said the youth, flushing with pleasure. "i've had a good deal of practice with a fountain pen." "percy" asks if we know anything which will change the color of the fingers when they have become yellow from cigarette smoking. he might try using one of the inferior makes of fountain pens. fourth of july "you are in favor of a safe and sane fourth of july?" "yes," replied mr. growcher. "we ought to have that kind of a day at least once a year." one fourth of july night in london, the empire music hall advertised special attractions to american visitors. all over the auditorium the union jack and stars and stripes enfolded one another, and at the interludes were heard "yankee doodle" and "hail columbia," while a quartette sang "down upon the swanee river." it was an occasion to swell the heart of an exiled patriot. finally came the turn of the human encyclopedia, who advanced to the front of the stage and announced himself ready to answer, sight unseen, all questions the audience might propound. a volley of queries was fired at him, and the encyclopedia breathlessly told the distance of the earth from mars, the number of bones in the human skeleton, of square miles in the british empire, and other equally important facts. there was a brief pause, in which an american stood up. "what great event took place july , ?" he propounded in a loud glad voice. the human encyclopedia glared at him. "th' hincident you speak of, sir, was a hinfamous houtrage!" freaks _see_ husbands. free thought tommy--"pop, what is a freethinker?" pop--"a freethinker, my son, is any man who isn't married." french language "i understand you speak french like a native." "no," replied the student; "i've got the grammar and the accent down pretty fine. but it's hard to learn the gestures." in paris last summer a southern girl was heard to drawl between the acts of "chantecler": "i think it's mo' fun when you don't understand french. it sounds mo' like chickens!"--_life_. freshmen _see_ college students. friends the lord gives our relatives, thank god we can choose our friends. "father." "well, what is it?" "it says here, 'a man is known by the company he keeps.' is that so, father?" "yes, yes, yes." "well, father, if a good man keeps company with a bad man, is the good man bad because he keeps company with the bad man, and is the bad man good because he keeps company with the good man?"--_punch_. here's champagne to our real friends. and real pain to our sham friends. it's better to make friends fast than to make fast friends. some friends are a habit--some a luxury. a friend is one who overlooks your virtues and appreciates your faults. friends, society of a visitor to philadelphia, unfamiliar with the garb of the society of friends, was much interested in two demure and placid quakeresses who took seats directly behind her in the broad street station. after a few minutes' silence she was somewhat startled to hear a gentle voice inquire: "sister kate, will thee go to the counter and have a milk punch on me?"--_carolina lockhart_. friendship friendly may we part and quickly meet again. there's fellowship in every sip of friendship's brew. may we all travel through the world and sow it thick with friendship. here's to the four hinges of friendship-- swearing, lying, stealing and drinking. when you swear, swear by your country; when you lie, lie for a pretty woman, when you steal, steal away from bad company and when you drink, drink with me. the trouble with having friends is the upkeep. "brown volunteered to lend me money." "did you take it?" "no. that sort of friendship is too good to lose." "i let my house furnished, and they've had measles there. of course we've had the place disinfected; so i suppose it's quite safe. what do you think?" "i fancy it would be all right, dear; but i think, perhaps, it would be safer to lend it to a friend first."--_punch_. "hoo is it, jeemes, that you mak' sic an enairmous profit aff yer potatoes? yer price is lower than ony ither in the toon and ye mak' extra reductions for yer freends." "weel, ye see, i knock aff twa shillin's a ton beacuse a customer is a freend o' mine, an' then i jist tak' twa hundert-weight aff the ton because i'm a freend o' his."--_punch_. the conductor of a western freight train saw a tramp stealing a ride on one of the forward cars. he told the brakeman in the caboose to go up and put the man off at the next stop. when the brakeman approached the tramp, the latter waved a big revolver and told him to keep away. "did you get rid of him?" the conductor asked the brakeman, when the train was under motion again. "i hadn't the heart," was the reply. "he turned out to be an old school friend of mine." "i'll take care of him," said the conductor, as he started over the tops of the cars. after the train had made another stop and gone on, the brakeman came into the caboose and said to the conductor: "well, is he off?" "no; he turned out to be an old school friend of mine, too." if a man does not make new acquaintances, as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. a man, sir, should keep his friendship in constant repair.--_samuel johnson_. they say, and i am glad they say, it is so; and it may be so; it may be just the other way, i cannot tell, but this i know-- from quiet homes and first beginnings out to the undiscovered ends there's nothing worth the wear of winning save laughter and the love of friends. --_hilaire belloc_. fun fun is like life insurance, th' older you git th' more it costs.--_abe martin_. _see also_ amusements. funerals there was an old man in a hearse, who murmured, "this might have been worse; of course the expense is simply immense, but it doesn't come out of my purse." furniture guest--"that's a beautiful rug. may i ask how much it cost you?" host--"five hundred dollars. a hundred and fifty for it and the rest for furniture to match." future life a certain young man's friends thought he was dead, but he was only in a state of coma. when, in ample time to avoid being buried, he showed signs of life, he was asked how it seemed to be dead. "dead?" he exclaimed. "i wasn't dead. i knew all that was going on. and i knew i wasn't dead, too, because my feet were cold and i was hungry." "but how did that fact make you think you were still alive?" asked one of the curious. "well, this way; i knew that if i were in heaven i wouldn't be hungry. and if i was in the other place my feet wouldn't be cold." father (impressively)--"suppose i should be taken away suddenly, what would become of you, my boy?" irreverent son--"i'd stay here. the question is, what would become of you?" "look here, now, harold," said a father to his little son, who was naughty, "if you don't say your prayers you won't go to heaven." "i don't want to go to heaven," sobbed the boy; "i want to go with you and mother." on a voyage across the ocean an irishman died and was about to be buried at sea. his friend mike was the chief mourner at the burial service, at the conclusion of which those in charge wrapped the body in canvas preparatory to dropping it overboard. it is customary to place heavy shot with a body to insure its immediate sinking, but in this instance, nothing else being available, a large lump of coal was substituted. mike's cup of sorrow overflowed his eyes, and he tearfully exclaimed, "oh, pat, i knew you'd never get to heaven, but, begorry, i didn't think you'd have to furnish your own fuel." an irishman told a man that he had fallen so low in this life that in the next he would have to climb up hill to get into hell. when p.t. barnum was at the head of his "great moral show," it was his rule to send complimentary tickets to clergymen, and the custom is continued to this day. not long ago, after the reverend doctor walker succeeded to the pastorate of the reverend doctor hawks, in hartford, there came to the parsonage, addressed to doctor hawks, tickets for the circus, with the compliments of the famous showman. doctor walker studied the tickets for a moment, and then remarked: "doctor hawks is dead and mr. barnum is dead; evidently they haven't met." archbishop ryan once attended a dinner given him by the citizens of philadelphia and a brilliant company of men was present. among others were the president of the pennsylvania railroad; ex-attorney-general macveagh, counsel for the road, and other prominent railroad men. mr. macveagh, in talking to the guest of the evening, said: "your grace, among others you see here a great many railroad men. there is a peculiarity of railroad men that even on social occasions you will find that they always take their lawyer with them. that is why i am here. they never go anywhere without their counsel. now they have nearly everything that men want, but i have a suggestion to make to you for an exchange with us. we can give free passes on all the railroads of the country. now if you would only give us--say a free pass to paradise by way of exchange." "ah, no," said his grace, with a merry twinkle in his eye, "that would never do. i would not like to separate them from their counsel." gardening th' only time some fellers ever dig in th' gardens is just before they go a fishin'.--_abe martin_. "i am going to start a garden," announced mr. subbubs. "a few months from now i won't be kicking about your prices." "no," said the grocer; "you'll be wondering how i can afford to sell vegetables so cheap." gas stoves a georgia woman who moved to philadelphia found she could not be contented without the colored mammy who had been her servant for many years. she sent for old mammy, and the servant arrived in due season. it so happened that the georgia woman had to leave town the very day mammy arrived. before departing she had just time to explain to mammy the modern conveniences with which her apartment was furnished. the gas stove was the contrivance which interested the colored woman most. after the mistress of the household had lighted the oven, the broiler, and the other burners and felt certain the old servant understood its operations, the mistress hurried for her train. she was absent for two weeks and one of her first questions to mammy was how she had worried along. "de fines' ever," was the reply. "and dat air gas stove--o my! why do you know, miss flo'ence, dat fire aint gone out yit." generosity "this is a foine country, bridget!" exclaimed norah, who had but recently arrived in the united states. "sure, it's generous everybody is. i asked at the post-office about sindin' money to me mither, and the young man tells me i can get a money order for $ for cents. think of that now!" at one of these reunions of the blue and the gray so happily common of late, a northern veteran, who had lost both arms and both legs in the service, caused himself to be posted in a conspicuous place to receive alms. the response to his appeal was generous and his cup rapidly filled. nobody gave him more than a dime, however, except a grizzled warrior of the lost cause, who plumped in a dollar. and not content, he presently came that way again and plumped in another dollar. the cripple's gratitude did not quite extinguish his curiosity. "why," he inquired, "do you, who fought on the other side, give me so much more than any of those who were my comrades in arms?" the old rebel smiled grimly. "because," he replied, "you're the first yank i ever saw trimmed up just to suit me." at dinner one day, it was noticed that a small daughter of the minister was putting aside all the choice pieces of chicken and her father asked her why she did that. she explained that she was saving them for her dog. her father told her there were plenty of bones the dog could have so she consented to eat the dainty bits. later she collected the bones and took them to the dog saying, "i meant to give a free will offering but it is only a collection." a little newsboy with a cigarette in his mouth entered a notion store and asked for a match. "we only _sell_ matches," said the storekeeper. "how much are they?" asked the future citizen. "penny a box," was the answer. "gimme a box," said the boy. he took one match, lit the cigarette, and handed the box back over the counter, saying, "here, take it and put it on de shelf, and when anodder sport comes and asks for a match, give him one on me." little ralph belonged to a family of five. one morning he came into the house carrying five stones which he brought to his mother, saying: "look, mother, here are tombstones for each one of us." the mother, counting them, said: "here is one for father, dear! here is one for mother! here is brother's! here is the baby's; but there is none for delia, the maid." ralph was lost in thought for a moment, then cheerfully cried: "oh, well, never mind, mother; delia can have mine, and i'll live!" she was making the usual female search for her purse when the conductor came to collect the fares. her companion meditated silently for a moment, then, addressing the other, said: "let us divide this mabel; you fumble and i'll pay." gentlemen "sadie, what is a gentleman?" "please, ma'am," she answered, "a gentleman's a man you don't know very well." two characters in jeffery farnol's "amateur gentleman" give these definitions of a gentleman: "a gentleman is a fellow who goes to a university, but doesn't have to learn anything; who goes out into the world, but doesn't have to work at anything; and who has never been black-balled at any of the clubs." "a gentleman is (i take it) one born with the god-like capacity to think and feel for others, irrespective of their rank or condition.... one who possesses an ideal so lofty, a mind so delicate, that it lifts him above all things ignoble and base, yet strengthens his hands to raise those who are fallen--no matter how low." germans the poet heine and baron james rothschild were close friends. at the dinner table of the latter the financier asked the poet why he was so silent, when usually so gay and full of witty remarks. "quite right," responded heine, "but to-night i have exchanged views with my german friends and my head is fearfully empty." ghosts "i confess, that the subject of psychical research makes no great appeal to me," sir william henry perkin, the inventor of coal-tar dyes, told some friends in new york recently. "personally, in the course of a fairly long career, i have heard at first hand but one ghost story. its hero was a man whom i may as well call snooks. "snooks, visiting at a country house, was put in the haunted chamber for the night. he said that he did not feel the slightest uneasiness, but nevertheless, just as a matter of precaution, he took to bed with him a revolver of the latest american pattern. "he slept peacefully enough until the clock struck two, when he awoke with an unpleasant feeling of oppression. he raised his head and peered about him. the room was wanly illumined by the full moon, and in that weird, bluish light he thought he discerned a small, white hand clasping the rail at the foot of the bed. "'who's there?' he asked tremulously. "there was no reply. the small white hand did not move. "'who's there?' he repeated. 'answer me or i'll shoot.' "again there was no reply. "snooks cautiously raised himself, took careful aim and fired. "from that night on he's limped. shot off two of his own toes." gifts when lawrence barrett's daughter was married stuart robson sent a check for $ to the bridegroom. the comedian's daughter, felicia robson, who attended the wedding conveyed the gift. "felicia," said her father upon her return, "did you give him the check?" "yes, father," answered the daughter. "what did he say?" asked robson. "he didn't say anything," replied miss felicia, "but he shed tears." "how long did he cry?" "why father, i didn't time him. i should say, however, that he wept fully a minute." "fully a minute," mused robson. "why, daughter, i cried an hour after i signed it." a church house in a certain rural district was sadly in need of repairs. the official board had called a meeting of the parishioners to see what could be done toward raising the necessary funds. one of the wealthiest and stingiest of the adherents of that church arose and said that he would give five dollars, and sat down. just then a bit of plastering fell from the ceiling and hit him squarely upon the head. whereupon he jumped up, looked confused and said: "i--er--i meant i'll give fifty dollars!" then again resumed his seat. after a brief silence a voice was heard to say: "o lord, hit 'im again!" he gives twice who gives quickly because the collectors come around later on and hit him for another subscription.--_puck_. "presents," i often say, "endear absents."--_charles lamb_. in giving, a man receives more than he gives, and the more is in proportion to the worth of the thing given.--_george macdonald_. _see also_ christmas gifts. gluttony a clergyman was quite ill as a result of eating many pieces of mince pie. a brother minister visited him and asked him if he was afraid to die. "no," the sick man replied, "but i should be ashamed to die from eating too much." there was a young person named ned, who dined before going to bed, on lobster and ham and salad and jam, and when he awoke he was dead. golf two scotchmen met and exchanged the small talk appropriate to the hour. as they were parting to go supperward sandy said to jock: "jock, mon, i'll go ye a roond on the links in the morrn'." "the morrn'?" jock repeated. "aye, mon, the morrn'," said sandy. "i'll go ye a roond on the links in the morrn'." "aye, weel," said jock, "i'll go ye. but i had intended to get marriet in the morrn'." golfer (unsteadied by christmas luncheon) to opponent-- "sir, i wish you clearly to understand that i resent your unwarrant--your interference with my game, sir! tilt the green once more, sir, and i chuck the match." doctor william s. rainsford is an inveterate golf player. when he was rector of st. george's church, in new york city, he was badly beaten on the links by one of his vestrymen. to console the clergyman the vestryman ventured to say: "never mind, doctor, you'll get satisfaction some day when i pass away. then you'll read the burial service over me." "i don't see any satisfaction in that," answered the clergy-man, "for you'll still be in the hole." sunday school teacher--"willie, do you know what beomes of boys who use bad language when they're playing marbles?" willie--"yes, miss. they grow up and play golf." the game of golf, as every humorist knows, is conducive to profanity. it is also a terrible strain on veracity, every man being his own umpire. four men were playing golf on a course where the hazard on the ninth hole was a deep ravine. they drove off. three went into the ravine and one managed to get his ball over. the three who had dropped into the ravine walked up to have a look. two of them decided not to try to play their balls out and gave up the hole. the third said he would go down and play out his ball. he disappeared into the deep crevasse. presently his ball came bobbing out and after a time he climbed up. "how many strokes?" asked one of his opponents. "three." "but i heard six." "three of them were echoes!" when mark twain came to washington to try to get a decent copyright law passed, a representative took him out to chevy chase. mark twain refused to play golf himself, but he consented to walk over the course and watch the representative's strokes. the representative was rather a duffer. teeing off, he sent clouds of earth flying in all directions. then, to hide his confusion he said to his guest: "what do you think of our links here, mr. clemens?" "best i ever tasted," said mark twain, as he wiped the dirt from his lips with his handkerchief. good fellowship a glass is good, a lass is good, and a pipe to smoke in cold weather, the world is good and the people are good, and we're all good fellows together. may good humor preside when good fellows meet, and reason prescribe when'tis time to retreat. here's to us that are here, to you that are there, and the rest of us everywhere. here's to all the world,-- for fear some darn fool may take offence. gossip a gossip is a person who syndicates his conversation.--_dick dickinson_. gossips are the spies of life. "however did you reconcile adele and mary?" "i gave them a choice bit of gossip and asked them not to repeat it to each other." the seven-year-old daughter of a prominent suburban resident is, the neighbors say, a precocious youngster; at all events, she knows the ways of the world. her mother had occasion to punish her one day last week for a particularly mischievous prank, and after she had talked it over very solemnly sent the little girl up to her room. an hour later the mother went upstairs. the child was sitting complacently on the window seat, looking out at the other children. "well, little girl," the mother began, "did you tell god all about how naughty you'd been?" the youngster shook her head, emphatically. "guess i didn't," she gurgled; "why, it'd be all over heaven in no time." get a gossip wound up and she will run somebody down.--_life_. "papa, mamma says that one-half the world doesn't know how the other half lives." "well, she shouldn't blame herself, dear, it isn't her fault." it is only national history that "repeats itself." your private history is repeated by the neighbors. "you're a terrible scandal-monger, linkum," said jorrocks. "why in thunder don't you make it a rule to tell only half what you hear?" "that's what i do do," said linkum. "only i tell the spicy half." "what," asked the sunday-school teacher, "is meant by bearing false witness against one's neighbor?" "it's telling falsehoods about them," said the one small maid. "partly right and partly wrong," said the teacher. "i know," said another little girl, holding her hand high in the air. "it's when nobody did anything and somebody went and told about it."--_h.r. bennett_. maud--"that story you told about alice isn't worth repeating." kate--"it's young yet; give it time." son--"why do people say 'dame gossip'?" father--"because they are too polite to leave off the 'e.'" i cannot tell how the truth may be; i say the tale as 'twas said to me. never tell evil of a man, if you do not know it for a certainty, and if you do know it for a certainty, then ask yourself, "why should i tell it?"--_lavater_. government ownership "don't you think the coal-mines ought to be controlled by the government?" "i might if i didn't know who controlled the government."--_life_. governors the governor of a western state was dining with the family of a representative in congress from that state, and opposite him at table sat the little girl of the family, aged ten. she gazed at the governor solemnly throughout the repast. finally the youngster asked, "are you really and truly a governor?" "yes," replied the great man laughingly; "i really and truly am." "i've always wanted to see a governor," continued the child, "for i've heard daddy speak of 'em." "well," rejoined the governor, "now that you have seen one, are you satisfied?" "no, sir," answered the youngster, without the slightest impertinence, but with an air of great conviction, "no, sir; i'm disappointed." graft "what is meant by graft?" said the inquiring foreigner. "graft," said the resident of a great city, "is a system which ultimately results in compelling a large portion of the population to apologize constantly for not having money, and the remainder to explain how they got it." lady--"i guess you're gettin' a good thing out o' tending the rich smith boy, ain't ye, doctor?" doctor--"well, yes; i get a pretty good fee. why?" lady--"well, i hope you won't forget that my willie threw the brick that hit 'im!" every man has his price, but some hold bargain sales.--_satire_. the democrats had a clear working majority in ----, illinois, for a number of years. but when the fifteenth amendment went into effect it enfranchised so many of the "culled bredren" as to make it apparent to the party leaders that unless a good many black votes could be bought up, the republicans would carry the city election. accordingly advances were made to the rev. brother ----, whose influence it was thought desirable to secure, inasmuch as he was certain to control the votes of his entire church. he was found "open to conviction," and arrangements progressed satisfactorily until it was asked how much money would be necessary to secure his vote and influence. with an air of offended dignity, brother ---- replied: "now, gemmen, as a regular awdained minister ob de baptist church dis ting has gone jes as far as my conscience will 'low; but, gemmen, my son will call round to see you in de mornin'." a well-known new york contractor went into the tailor's, donned his new suit, and left his old one for repairs. then he sought a café and refreshed the inner man; but as he reached in his pocket for the money to settle his check, he realized that he had neglected to transfer both purse and watch when he left his suit. as he hesitated, somewhat embarrassed, he saw a bill on the floor at his feet. seizing it thankfully, he stepped to the cashier's desk and presented both check and money. "that was a two dollar bill," he explained when he counted his change. "i know it," said the cashier, with a toss of her blond head. "i'm dividing with you. i saw it first." gratitude after o'connell had obtained the acquittal of a horse-stealer, the thief, in the ecstasy of his gratitude, cried out, "och, counsellor, i've no way here to thank your honor; but i wish't i saw you knocked down in me own parish--wouldn't i bring a faction to the rescue?" some people are never satisfied. for example, the prisoner who complained of the literature that the prison angel gave him to read. "nutt'n but continued stories," he grumbled. "an i'm to be hung next tuesday." it was a very hot day and a picnic had been arranged by the united society of lady vegetarians. they were comfortably seated, and waiting for the kettle to boil, when, horror of horrors! a savage bull appeared on the scene. immediately a wild rush was made for safety, while the raging creature pounded after one lady who, unfortunately, had a red parasol. by great good fortune she nipped over the stile before it could reach her. then, regaining her breath, she turned round. "oh, you ungrateful creature!" she exclaimed. "here have i been a vegetarian all my life. there's gratitude for you!" miss passay--"you have saved my life, young man. how can i repay you? how can i show my gratitude? are you married?" young man--"yes; come and be a cook for us." great britain one of the stories told by mr. spencer leigh hughes in his speech in the house of commons one night tickled everybody. it is the story of the small boy who was watching the speaker's procession as it wended its way through the lobby. first came the speaker, and then the chaplain, and next the other officers. "who, father, is that gentleman?" said the small boy, pointing to the chaplain. "that, my son," said the father, "is the chaplain of the house." "does he pray for the members?" asked the small boy. the father thought a minute and then said: "no, my son; when he goes into the house he looks around and sees the members sitting there and then he prays for the country."--_cardiff mail_. there is a lad in boston, the son of a well-known writer of history, who has evidently profited by such observations as he may have overheard his father utter touching certain phases of british empire-building. at any rate the boy showed a shrewd notion of the opinion not infrequently expressed in regard to the righteousness of "british occupation." it was he who handed in the following essay on the making of a british colony: "africa is a british colony. i will tell you how england does it. first she gets a missionary; when the missionary has found a specially beautiful and fertile tract of country, he gets all his people round him and says: 'let us pray,' and when all the eyes are shut, up goes the british flag." grief jim, who worked in a garage, had just declined mr. smith's invitation to ride in his new car. "what's the matter, jim?" asked mr. smith. "are you sick?" "no, sah," he replied. "tain't that--i done los' $ , sah, an' i jes' nacherly got tuh sit an' grieve." guarantees traveler (on an english train)--"shall i have time to get a drink?" guard--"yes, sir." traveler--"can you give me a guarantee that the train won't start?" guard--"yes, i'll take one with you!" guests "look here, dinah," said binks, as he opened a questionable egg at breakfast, "is this the freshest egg you can find?" "naw, suh," replied dinah. "we done got a haff dozen laid diss mornin', suh, but de bishop's comin' down hyar in august, suh, and we's savin' all de fresh aigs for him, suh." "here's a health to thee and thine from the hearts of me and mine; and when thee and thine come to see me and mine, may me and mine make thee and thine as welcome as thee and thine have ever made me and mine." habit among the new class which came to the second-grade teacher, a young timid girl, was one tommy, who for naughty deeds had been many times spanked by his first-grade teacher. "send him to me any time when you want him spanked," suggested the latter; "i can manage him." one morning, about a week after this conversation, tommy appeared at the first-grade teacher's door. she dropped her work, seized him by the arm, dragged him to the dressing-room, turned him over her knee and did her duty. when she had finished she said: "well, tommy, what have you to say?" "please, miss, my teacher wants the scissors." in reward of faithful political service an ambitious saloon keeper was appointed police magistrate. "what's the charge ag'in this man?" he inquired when the first case was called. "drunk, yer honor," said the policeman. the newly made magistrate frowned upon the trembling defendant. "guilty, or not guilty?" he demanded. "sure, sir," faltered the accused, "i never drink a drop." "have a cigar, then," urged his honor persuasively, as he absently polished the top of the judicial desk with his pocket handkerchief. "we had a fine sunrise this morning," said one new yorker to another. "did you see it?" "sunrise?" said the second man. "why, i'm always in bed before sunrise." a traveling man who was a cigarette smoker reached town on an early train. he wanted a smoke, but none of the stores were open. near the station he saw a newsboy smoking, and approached him with: "say, son, got another cigarette?" "no, sir," said the boy, "but i've got the makings." "all right," the traveling man said. "but i can't roll 'em very well. will you fix one for me?" the boy did. "don't believe i've got a match," said the man, after a search through his pockets. the boy handed him a match. "say, captain," he said "you ain't got anything but the habit, have you?" habit with him was all the test of truth; "it must be right: i've done it from my youth." --_crabbe_. hades _see_ future life. happiness lord tankerville, in new york, said of the international school question: "the subject of the american versus the english school has been too much discussed. the good got from a school depends, after all, on the schoolboy chiefly, and i'm afraid the average schoolboy is well reflected in that classic schoolboy letter home which said: "'dear parents--we are having a good time now at school. george jones broke his leg coasting and is in bed. we went skating and the ice broke and all got wet. willie brown was drowned. most of the boys here are down with influenza. the gardener fell into our cave and broke his rib, but he can work a little. the aviator man at the race course kicked us because we threw sand in his motor, and we are all black and blue. i broke my front tooth playing football. we are very happy.'" mankind are always happier for having been happy; so that if you make them happy now, you make them happy twenty years hence by the memory of it.--_sydney smith_. harnessing the story is told of two trenton men who hired a horse and trap for a little outing not long ago. upon reaching their destination, the horse was unharnessed and permitted peacefully to graze while the men fished for an hour or two. when they were ready to go home, a difficulty at once presented itself, inasmuch as neither of the trentonians knew how to reharness the horse. every effort in this direction met with dire failure, and the worst problem was properly to adjust the bit. the horse himself seemed to resent the idea of going into harness again. finally one of the friends, in great disgust, sat down in the road. "there's only one thing we can do, bill," said he. "what's that?" asked bill. "wait for the foolish beast to yawn!" harvard university "well, i'll tell you this," said the college man, "wellesley is a match factory." "that's quite true," assented the girl. "at wellesley we make the heads, but we get the sticks from harvard."--_c. stratton_. hash "george," said the titian-haired school marm, "is there any connecting link between the animal kingdom and the vegetable kingdom?" "yeth, ma'am," answered george promptly. "hash." haste the ferry-dock was crowded with weary home-goers when through the crowd rushed a man--hot, excited, laden to the chin with bundles of every shape and size. he sprinted down the pier, his eyes fixed on a ferryboat only two or three feet out from the pier. he paused but an instant on the string-piece, and then, cheered on by the amused crowd, he made a flying leap across the intervening stretch of water and landed safely on the deck. a fat man happened to be standing on the exact spot on which he struck, and they both went down with a resounding crash. when the arriving man had somewhat recovered his breath he apologized to the fat man. "i hope i didn't hurt you," he said. "i am sorry. but, anyway i caught the boat!" "but you idiot," said the fat man, "the boat was coming in!" health resorts "where've you been, murray?" "to a health resort. finest place i ever struck. it was simply great." "then why did you come away?" "oh, i got sick and had to come home." "are you going back?" "you bet. just as soon as i get well enough." hearing the ladies' aid ladies were talking about a conversation they had overheard before the meeting, between a man and his wife. "they must have been to the zoo," said mrs. a., "because i heard her mention 'a trained deer.'" "goodness me!" laughed mrs. b. "what queer hearing you must have! they were talking about going away, and she said, 'find out about the train, dear.'" "well did anybody ever?" exclaimed mrs. c. "i am sure they were talking about musicians, for she said 'a trained ear,' as distinctly as could be." the discussion began to warm up, and in the midst of it the lady herself appeared. they carried their case to her promptly, and asked for a settlement. "well, well, you do beat all!" she exclaimed, after hearing each one. "i'd been out to the country overnight, and was asking my husband if it rained here last night." after which the three disputants retired, abashed and in silence.--_w.j. lampton_. heaven "tom," said an indiana youngster who was digging in the yard, "don't you make that hole any deeper, or you'll come to gas." "well, what if i do? it won't hurt." "yes, 't will too. if it spouts out, we'll be blown clear up to heaven." "shucks, that would be fun! you an' me would be the only live ones up there."--_i.c. curtis_. _see also_ future life. heirlooms he (wondering if his rival has been accepted)--"are both your rings heirlooms?" she (concealing the hand)--"oh, dear, yes. one has been in the family since the time of alfred, but the other is newer"--(blushing)--"it only dates from the conquest." "my grandfather was a captain of industry." "well?" "he left no sword, but we still treasure the stubs of his check-books." hell _see_ future life. heredity "papa, what does hereditary mean?" "something which descends from father to son." "is a spanking hereditary?" william had just returned from college, resplendent in peg-top trousers, silk hosiery, a fancy waistcoat, and a necktie that spoke for itself. he entered the library where his father was reading. the old gentleman looked up and surveyed his son. the longer he looked, the more disgusted he became. "son," he finally blurted out, "you look like a d--- fool!" later, the old major who lived next door came in and greeted the boy heartily. "william," he said with undisguised admiration, "you look exactly like your father did twenty-five years ago when he came back from school!" "yes," replied william, with a smile, "so father was just telling me." "there seems to be a strange affinity between a darky and a chicken. i wonder why?" said jones. "naturally enough," replied brown. "one is descended from ham and the other from eggs." "so you have adopted a baby to raise?" we ask of our friend. "well, it may turn out all right, but don't you think you are taking chances?" "not a chance," he answers. "no matter how many bad habits the child may develop, my wife can't say he inherits any of them from my side of the house." _see also_ ancestry. heroes the passer-by--"you took a great risk in rescuing that boy; you deserve a carnegie medal. what prompted you to do it?" the hero--"he had my skates on!"--_puck_. mr. henpeck--"are you the man who gave my wife a lot of impudence?" mr. scraper--"i reckon i am." mr. henpeck--"shake! you're a hero." each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody.--_emerson_.high cost of living _see_ cost of living. hinting little james, while at a neighbor's, was given a piece of bread and butter, and politely said, "thank you." "that's right, james," said the lady. "i like to hear little boys say 'thank you.'" "well," rejoined james, "if you want to hear me say it again, you might put some jam on it." home home is a place where you can take off your new shoes and put on your old manners. who hath not met with home-made bread, a heavy compound of putty and lead-- and home-made wines that rack the head, and home-made liquors and waters? home-made pop that will not foam, and home-made dishes that drive one from home-- * * * * * * home-made by the homely daughters. --_hood_. homeliness _see_ beauty, personal. homesteads "malachi," said a prospective homesteader to a lawyer, "you know all about this law. tell me what i am to do." "well," said the other, "i don't remember the exact wording of the law, but i can give you the meaning of it. it's this: the government is willin' to bet you one hundred and sixty acres of land against fourteen dollars that you can't live on it five years without starving to death."--_fenimore martin_. honesty "he's an honest young man" said the saloon keeper, with an approving smile. "he sold his vote to pay his whiskey bill." visitor--"and you always did your daring robberies single-handed? why didn't you have a pal?" prisoner--"well, sir, i wuz afraid he might turn out to be dishonest." ex-district attorney jerome, at a dinner in new york, told a story about honesty. "there was a man," he said, "who applied for a position in a dry-goods house. his appearance wasn't prepossessing, and references were demanded. after some hesitation, he gave the name of a driver in the firm's employ. this driver, he thought, would vouch for him. a clerk sought out the driver, and asked him if the applicant was honest. 'honest?' the driver said. 'why, his honesty's been proved again and again. to my certain knowledge he's been arrested nine times for stealing and every time he was acquitted.'" "how is it, mr. brown," said a miller to a farmer, "that when i came to measure those ten barrels of apples i bought from you, i found them nearly two barrels short?" "singular, very singular; for i sent them to you in ten of your own flour-barrels." "ahem! did, eh?" said the miller. "well, perhaps i made a mistake. let's imbibe." the stranger laid down four aces and scooped in the pot. "this game ain't on the level," protested sagebush sam, at the same time producing a gun to lend force to his accusation. "that ain't the hand i dealt ye!" a dumpy little woman with solemn eyes, holding by the hand two dumpy little boys, came to the box-office of a theater. handing in a quarter, she asked meekly for the best seat she could get for that money. "those boys must have tickets if you take them in," said the clerk. "oh, no, mister," she said. "i never pay for them. i never can spare more than a quarter, and i just love a show. we won't cheat you any, mister, for they both go sound asleep just as soon as they get into a seat, and don't see a single bit of it." the argument convinced the ticket man, and he allowed the two children to pass in. toward the end of the second act an usher came out of the auditorium and handed a twenty-five-cent piece to the ticket-seller. "what's this?" demanded the latter. "i don't know," said the usher. "a little chunk of a woman beckoned me clear across the house, and said one of her kids had waked up and was looking at the show, and that i should bring you that quarter." honor in the smoking compartment of a pullman, there were six men smoking and reading. all of a sudden a door banged and the conductor's voice cried: "all tickets, please!" then one of the men in the compartment leaped to his feet, scanned the faces of the others and said, slowly and impressively: "gentlemen, i trust to your honor." and he dived under the seat and remained there in a small, silent knot till the conductor was safely gone. titles of honour add not to his worth, who is himself an honour to his titles. --_john ford_. hope fred--"my dear dora, let this thought console you for your lover's death. remember that other and better men than he have gone the same way." bereaved one--"they haven't all gone, have they?"--_puck_. horses a city man, visiting a small country town, boarded a stage with two dilapidated horses, and found that he had no other currency than a five-dollar bill. this he proffered to the driver. the latter took it, looked it over for a moment or so, and then asked: "which horse do you want?" a traveler in indiana noticed that a farmer was having trouble with his horse. it would start, go slowly for a short distance, and then stop again. thereupon the farmer would have great difficulty in getting it started. finally the traveler approached and asked, solicitously: "is your horse sick?" "not as i knows of." "is he balky?" "no. but he is so danged 'fraid i'll say whoa and he won't hear me, that he stops every once in a while to listen." a german farmer was in search of a horse. "i've got just the horse for you," said the liveryman. "he's five years old, sound as a dollar and goes ten miles without stopping." the german threw his hands skyward. "not for me," he said, "not for me. i live eight miles from town, und mit dot horse i haf to valk back two miles." there's a grocer who is notorious for his wretched horse flesh. the grocer's boy is rather a reckless driver. he drove one of his master's worst nags a little too hard one day, and the animal fell ill and died. "you've killed my horse, curse you!" the grocer said to the boy the next morning. "i'm sorry, boss," the lad faltered. "sorry be durned!" shouted the grocer. "who's going to pay me for my horse?" "i'll make it all right, boss," said the boy soothingly. "you can take it out of my next saturday's wages." before abraham lincoln became president he was called out of town on important law business. as he had a long distance to travel he hired a horse from a livery stable. when a few days later he returned he took the horse back to the stable and asked the man who had given it to him: "keep this horse for funerals?" "no, indeed," answered the man indignantly. "glad to hear it," said lincoln; "because if you did the corpse wouldn't get there in time for the resurrection." hospitality night was approaching and it was raining hard. the traveler dismounted from his horse and rapped at the door of the one farmhouse he had struck in a five-mile stretch of traveling. no one came to the door. as he stood on the doorstep the water from the eaves trickled down his collar. he rapped again. still no answer. he could feel the stream of water coursing down his back. another spell of pounding, and finally the red head of a lad of twelve was stuck out of the second story window. "watcher want?" it asked. "i want to know if i can stay here over night," the traveler answered testily. the red-headed lad watched the man for a minute or two before answering. "ye kin fer all of me," he finally answered, and then closed the window. the old friends had had three days together. "you have a pretty place here, john," remarked the guest on the morning of his departure. "but it looks a bit bare yet." "oh, that's because the trees are so young," answered the host comfortably. "i hope they'll have grown to a good size before you come again." a youngster of three was enjoying a story his mother was reading aloud to him when a caller came. in a few minutes his mother was called to the telephone. the boy turned to the caller and said "now you beat it home." ollie james, the famous kentucky congressman and raconteur, hails from a little town in the western part of the state, but his patriotism is state-wide, and when louisville made a bid for the last democratic national convention she had no more enthusiastic supporter than james. a denver supporter was protesting. "why, you know, colonel," said he, "louisville couldn't take care of the crowds. even by putting cots in the halls, parlors, and the dining-rooms of the hotels there wouldn't be beds enough." "beds!" echoed the genial congressman, "why, sir, louisville would make her visitors have such a thundering good time that no gentleman would think of going to bed!" hosts i thank you for your welcome which was cordial, and your cordial which was welcome. here's to the host and the hostess, we're honored to be here tonight; may they both live long and prosper, may their star of hope ever be bright. hotels in a montana hotel there is a notice which reads: "boarders taken by the day, week or month. those who do not pay promptly will be taken by the neck."--_country life_. hunger a man was telling about an exciting experience in russia. his sleigh was pursued over the frozen wastes by a pack of at least a dozen famished wolves. he arose and shot the foremost one, and the others stopped to devour it. but they soon caught up with him, and he shot another, which was in turn devoured. this was repeated until the last famished wolf was almost upon him with yearning jaws, when-- "say, partner," broke in one of the listeners, "according to your reckoning that last famished wolf must have had the other 'leven inside of him." "well, come to think it over," said the story teller, "maybe he wasn't so darned famished after all." hunting a gentleman from london was invited to go for "a day's snipe-shooting" in the country. the invitation was accepted, and host and guest shouldered guns and sallied forth in quest of game. after a time a solitary snipe rose, and promptly fell to the visitor's first barrell. the host's face fell also. "we may as well return," he remarked, gloomily, "for that was the only snipe in the neighborhood." the bird had afforded excellent sport to all his friends for six weeks. hurry see haste. husbands "is she making him a good wife?" "well, not exactly; but she's making him a good husband." a husband and wife ran a freak show in a certain provincial town, but unfortunately they quarreled, and the exhibits were equally divided between them. the wife decided to continue business as an exhibitor at the old address, but the husband went on a tour. after some years' wandering the prodigal returned, and a reconciliation took place, as the result of which they became business partners once more. a few mornings afterward the people of the neighborhood were sent into fits of laughter on reading the following notice in the papers: "by the return of my husband my stock of freaks has been permanently increased." an eminent german scientist who recently visited this country with a number of his colleagues was dining at an american house and telling how much he had enjoyed various phases of his visit. "how did you like our railroad trains?" his host asked him. "ach, dhey are woonderful," the german gentleman replied; "so swift, so safe chenerally--und such luxury in all dhe furnishings und opp'indmends. all is excellent excebt one thing--our wives do not like dhe upper berths." a couple of old grouches at the metropolitan club in washington were one night speaking of an old friend who, upon his marriage, took up his residence in another city. one of the grouches had recently visited the old friend, and, naturally, the other grouch wanted news of the benedict. "is it true that he is henpecked?" asked the second grouch. "i wouldn't say just that," grimly responded the first grouch, "but i'll tell you of a little incident in their household that came within my observation. the very first morning i spent with them, our old friend answered the letter carrier's whistle. as he returned to us, in the breakfast room, he carried a letter in his hand. turning to his wife, he said: "'a letter for me, dear. may i open it?'"--_edwin tarrisse_. "your husband says he leads a dog's life," said one woman. "yes, it's very similar," answered the other. "he comes in with muddy feet, makes himself comfortable by the fire, and waits to be fed." neighbor--"i s'pose your bill's 'ittin' the 'arp with the hangels now?" long-suffering widow--"not 'im. 'ittin' the hangels wiv the 'arp's nearer 'is mark!" "you say you are your wife's third husband?" said one man to another during a talk. "no, i am her fourth husband," was the reply. "heavens, man!" said the first man; "you are not a husband--you're a habit." mr. henpeck--"is my wife going out, jane?" jane--"yessir." mr. henpeck--"do you know if i am going with her?" a happily married woman, who had enjoyed thirty-three years of wedlock, and who was the grandmother of four beautiful little children, had an amusing old colored woman for a cook. one day when a box of especially beautiful flowers was left for the mistress, the cook happened to be present, and she said: "yo' husband send you all the pretty flowers you gits, missy?" "certainly, my husband, mammy," proudly answered the lady. "glory!" exclaimed the cook, "he suttenly am holdin' out well." an absent-minded man was interrupted as he was finishing a letter to his wife, in the office. as a result, the signature read: your loving husband, hopkins bros. _winifred c. bristol_. mrs. mckinley used to tell of a colored widow whose children she had helped educate. the widow, rather late in life, married again. "how are you getting on?" mrs. mckinley asked her a few months after her marriage. "fine, thank yo', ma'am," the bride answered. "and is your husband a good provider?" "'deed he am a good providah, ma'am," was the enthusiastic reply. "why, jes' dis las' week he got me five new places to wash at." "i suffer so from insomnia i don't know what to do." "oh, my dear, if you could only talk to my husband awhile." "did hardlucke bear his misfortune like a man?" "exactly like one. he blamed it all on his wife."--_judge_. a popular society woman announced a "white elephant party." every guest was to bring something that she could not find any use for, and yet too good to throw away. the party would have been a great success but for the unlooked-for development which broke it up. eleven of the nineteen women brought their husbands. a very man--not one of nature's clods-- with human failings, whether saint or sinner: endowed perhaps with genius from the gods but apt to take his temper from his dinner. --_j. g. saxe_. a woman mounted the steps of the elevated station carrying an umbrella like a reversed saber. an attendant warned her that she might put out the eye of the man behind her. "well, he's my husband!" she snapped. old money (dying)--"i'm afraid i've been a brute to you sometimes, dear." young wife--"oh, never mind that darling; i'll always remember how very kind you were when you left me." an inveterate poker player, whose wife always complained of his late hours, stayed out even later than usual one night and tells in the following way of his attempt to get in unnoticed: "i slipped off my shoes at the front steps, pulled off my clothes in the hall, slipped into the bedroom, and began to slip into bed with the ease of experience. "my wife has a blamed fine dog that on cold nights insists on jumping in the bed with us. so when i began to slide under the covers she stirred in her sleep and pushed me on the head. "'get down, fido, get down!' she said. "and, gentlemen, i just did have presence of mind enough to lick her hand, and she dozed off again!" mr. homebody--"i see you keep copies of all the letters you write to your wife. do you do it to avoid repeating yourself?" mr. faraway--"no. to avoid contradicting myself." there is gladness in his gladness, when he's glad, there is sadness in his sadness, when he's sad; but the gladness in his gladness, nor the sadness in his sadness, isn't a marker to his madness when he's mad. _see also_ cowards; domestic finance. hybridization we used to think that the smartest man ever born was the connecticut yankee who grafted white birch on red maples and grew barber poles. now we rank that gentleman second. first place goes to an experimenter attached to the berlin war office, who has crossed carrier pigeons with parrots, so that wilhelmstrasse can now get verbal messages through the enemy's lines.--_warwick james price_. hyperbole "speakin' of fertile soil," said the kansan, when the others had had their say, "i never saw a place where melons growed like they used to out in my part of the country. the first season i planted 'em i thought my fortune was sure made. however, i didn't harvest one." he waited for queries, but his friends knew him, and he was forced to continue unurged: "the vines growed so fast that they wore out the melons draggin' 'em 'round. however, the second year my two little boys made up their minds to get a taste of one anyhow, so they took turns, carryin' one along with the vine and--" but his companions had already started toward the barroom door. news comes from southern kansas that a boy climbed a cornstalk to see how the sky and clouds looked and now the stalk is growing faster than the boy can climb down. the boy is clear out of sight. three men have taken the contract for cutting down the stalk with axes to save the boy a horrible death by starving, but the stalk grows so rapidly that they can't hit twice in the same place. the boy is living on green corn alone and has already thrown down over four bushels of cobs. even if the corn holds out there is still danger that the boy will reach a height where he will be frozen to death. there is some talk of attempting his rescue with a balloon.--_topeka capital_. hypocrisy hypocrisy is all right if we can pass it off as politeness. teacher-"now, tommy, what is a hypocrite?" tommy-"a boy that comes to school with a smile on his face."--_graham charteris_. ideals the fact that his two pet bantam hens laid very small eggs troubled little johnny. at last he was seized with an inspiration. johnny's father, upon going to the fowl-run one morning, was surprised at seeing an ostrich egg tied to one of the beams, with this injunction chalked above it: "keep your eye on this and do your best." illusions and hallucinations a doctor came up to a patient in an insane asylum, slapped him on the back, and said: "well, old man, you're all right. you can run along and write your folks that you'll be back home in two weeks as good as new." the patient went off gayly to write his letter. he had it finished and sealed, but when he was licking the stamp it slipped through his fingers to the floor, lighted on the back of a cockroach that was passing, and stuck. the patient hadn't seen the cockroach--what he did see was his escaped postage stamp zig-zagging aimlessly across the floor to the baseboard, wavering up over the baseboard, and following a crooked track up the wall and across the ceiling. in depressed silence he tore up the letter he had just written and dropped the pieces on the floor. "two weeks! hell!" he said. "i won't be out of here in three years." imagination one day a mother overheard her daughter arguing with a little boy about their respective ages. "i am older than you," he said, "'cause my birthday comes first, in may, and your's don't come till september." "of course your birthday comes first," she sneeringly retorted, "but that is 'cause you came down first. i remember looking at the angels when they were making you." the mother instantly summoned her daughter. "it's breaking mother's heart to hear you tell such awful stories," she said. "don't you remember what happened to ananias and sapphira?" "oh, yes, mamma, i know; they were struck dead for lying. i saw them carried into the corner drug store!" imitation not long ago a company was rehearsing for an open-air performance of _as you like it_ near boston. the garden wherein they were to play was overlooked by a rising brick edifice. one afternoon, during a pause in the rehearsal, a voice from the building exclaimed with the utmost gravity: "i prithee, malapert, pass me yon brick." infants a wife after the divorce, said to her husband: "i am willing to let you have the baby half the time." "good!" said he, rubbing his hands. "splendid!" "yes," she resumed, "you may have him nights." "is the baby strong?" "well, rather! you know what a tremendous voice he has?" "yes." "well, he lifts that five or six times an hour!"--_comic cuts_. recipe for a baby: clean and dress a wriggle, add a pint of nearly milk, smother with a pillow any sneeze; baste with talcum powder and mark upon its back-- "don't forget that you were one of these." --_life_. inquisitiveness _see_ wives. insanity _see_ editors; love. inspirations she was from boston, and he was not. he had spent a harrowing evening discussing authors of whom he knew nothing, and their books, of which he knew less. presently the maiden asked archly: "of course, you've read 'romeo and juliet?'" he floundered helplessly for a moment and then, having a brilliant thought, blurted out, happily: "i've--i've read romeo!" instalment plan half the world doesn't know how many things the other half is paying instalments on. instructions a lively looking porter stood on the rear platform of a sleeping-car in the pennsylvania station when a fussy and choleric old man clambered up the steps. he stopped at the door, puffed for a moment, and then turned to the young man in uniform. "porter," he said. "i'm going to st. louis, to the fair. i want to be well taken care of. i pay for it. do you understand?" "yes, sir, but--" "never mind any 'buts.' you listen to what i say. keep the train boys away from me. dust me off whenever i want you to. give me an extra blanket, and if there is any one in the berth over me slide him into another. i want you to--" "but, say, boss, i--" "young man, when i'm giving instructions i prefer to do the talking myself. you do as i say. here is a two-dollar bill. i want to get the good of it. not a word, sir." the train was starting. the porter pocketed the bill with a grin and swung himself to the ground. "all right, boss!" he shouted. "you can do the talking if you want to. i'm powerful sorry you wouldn't let me tell you--but i ain't going out on that train." insurance, life a man went to an insurance office to have his life insured the other day. "do you cycle?" the insurance agent asked. "no," said the man. "do you motor?" "no." "do you, then, perhaps, fly?" "no, no," said the applicant, laughing; "i have no dangerous--" but the agent interrupted him curtly. "sorry, sir," he said, "but we no longer insure pedestrians." insurance blanks _see_ irish bulls. insurgents "and what," asked a visitor to the north dakota state fair, "do you call that kind of cucumber?" "that," replied a fargo politician, "is the insurgent cucumber. it doesn't always agree with a party." interviews "haven't your opinions on this subject undergone a change?" "no," replied senator soghum. "but your views, as you expressed them some time ago?" "those were not my views. those were my interviews." invitations "recently," says a richmond man, "i received an invitation to the marriage of a young colored couple formerly in my employ. i am quite sure that all persons similarly favored were left in little doubt as to the attitude of the couple. the invitation ran as follows: "you are invited to the marriage of mr. henry clay barker and miss josephine mortimer dixon at the house of the bride's mother. all who cannot come may send."--_howard morse_. one day a chinese poor man met the head of his family in the street. "come and dine with us tonight," the mandarin said graciously. "thank you," said the poor relation. "but wouldn't tomorrow night do just as well?" "yes, certainly. but where are you dining tonight?" asked the mandarin curiously. "at your house. you see, your estimable wife was good enough to give me tonight's invitation." marion (just from the telephone)--"he wanted to know if we would go to the theater with him, and i said we would." madeline--"who was speaking?" marion--"oh, gracious! i forgot to ask." little willie wanted a birthday party, to which his mother consented, provided he ask his little friend tommy. the boys had had trouble, but, rather than not have the party, willie promised his mother to invite tommy. on the evening of the party, when all the small guests had arrived except tommy, the mother became suspicious and sought her son. "willie," she said, "did you invite tommy to your party tonight?" "yes, mother." "and did he say he would not come?" "no," explained willie. "i invited him all right, but i dared him to come." irish bulls two irishmen were among a class that was being drilled in marching tactics. one was new at the business, and, turning to his companion, asked him the meaning of the command "halt!" "why," said mike, "when he says 'halt,' you just bring the foot that's on the ground to the side av the foot that's in the air, an' remain motionless." "dear teacher," wrote little johnny's mother, "kindly excuse john's absence from school yesterday afternoon, as he fell in the mud. by doing the same you will greatly oblige his mother." an irishman once was mounted on a mule which was kicking its legs rather freely. the mule finally got its hoof caught in the stirrup, when the irishman excitedly remarked: "well, begorra, if you're goin' to git on i'll git off." "the doctor says if 'e lasts till moring 'e'll 'ave some 'ope, but if 'e don't, the doctor says 'e give 'im up." for rent--a room for a gentleman with all conveniences. a servant of an english nobleman died and her relatives telegraphed him: "jane died last night, and wishes to know if your lordship will pay her funeral expenses." a pretty school teacher, noticing one of her little charges idle, said sharply: "john, the devil always finds something for idle hands to do. come up here and let me give you some work." a college professor, noted for strict discipline, entered the classroom one day and noticed a girl student sitting with her feet in the aisle and chewing gum. "mary," exclaimed the indignant professor, "take that gum out of your mouth and put your feet in." magistrate--"you admit you stole the pig?" prisoner--"i 'ave to." magistrate--"very well, then. there has been a lot of pig-stealing going on lately, and i am going to make an example of you, or none of us will be safe."--_m.l. hayward_. "in choosing his men," said the sabbath-school superintendent, "gideon did not select those who laid aside their arms and threw themselves down to drink; but he took those who watched with one eye and drank with the other."--_joe king_. "if you want to put that song over you must sing louder." "i'm singing as loud as i can. what more can i do?" "be more enthusiastic. open your mouth, and throw yourself into it." a little old irishman was trying to see the hudson-fulton procession from grant's tomb. he stood up on a bench, but was jerked down by a policeman. then he tried the stone balustrade and being removed from that vantage point, climbed the railing of li hung chang's gingko-tree. pulled off that, he remarked: "ye can't look at annything frum where ye can see it frum." mrs. jenkins--"mrs. smith, we shall be neighbors now. i have bought a house next you, with a water frontage." mrs. smith--"so glad! i hope you will drop in some time." in the hall of a philharmonic society the following notice was posted: "the seats in this hall are for the use of the ladies. gentlemen are requested to make use of them only after the former are seated." sir boyle roche is credited with saying that "no man can be in two places at the same time, barring he is a bird." a certain high-school professor, who at times is rather blunt in speech, remarked to his class of boys at the beginning of a lesson. "i don't know why it is--every time i get up to speak, some fool talks." then he wondered why the boys burst out into a roar of laughter.--_grub s. arts_. once, at a criminal court, a young chap from connemara was being tried for an agrarian murder. needless to say, he had the gallery on his side, and the men and women began to express their admiration by stamping, not loudly, but like muffled drums. a big policeman came up to the gallery, scowled at the disturbers then, when that had no effect, called out in a stage whisper: "wud ye howld yer tongues there! howld yer tongues wid yer feet!" the ways in which application forms for insurance are filled up are often more amusing than enlightening, as the british medical journal shows in the following excellent selection of examples: mother died in infancy. father went to bed feeling well, and the next morning woke up dead. grandmother died suddenly at the age of . up to this time she bade fair to reach a ripe old age. applicant does not know anything about maternal posterity, except that they died at an advanced age. applicant does not know cause of mother's death, but states that she fully recovered from her last illness. applicant has never been fatally sick. applicant's brother who was an infant died when he was a mere child. mother's last illness was caused from chronic rheumatism, but she was cured before death. irishmen a peoria merchant deals in "irish confetti." we take it that he runs a brick-yard.--_chicago tribune_. here are some words, concerning the hibernian spoken by a new england preacher, nathaniel ward, in the sober year of sixteen hundred--a spark of humor struck from flint. "these irish, anciently called 'anthropophagi,' man-eaters, have a tradition among them that when the devil showed our savior all the kingdoms of the earth and their glory, he would not show him ireland, but reserved it for himself; it is probably true, for he hath kept it ever since for his own peculiar." an irishman once lined up his family of seven giant-like sons and invited his caller to take a look at them. "ain't they fine boys?" inquired the father. "they are," agreed the visitor. "the finest in the world!" exclaimed the father. "an' i nivver laid violent hands on any one of 'em except in silf-difince."--_popular magazine_. _see also_ fighting; irish bulls. irreverence there were three young women of birmingham, and i know a sad story concerning 'em: they stuck needles and pins in the reverend shins of the bishop engaged in confirming 'em. --_gilbert k. chesterton_. a few years ago henry james reviewed a new novel by gertrude atherton. after reading the review mrs. atherton wrote to mr. james as follows: "dear mr. james: i have read with much pleasure your review of my novel. will you kindly let me know whether you liked it or not?" sincerely, "gertrude atherton." jewels the girl with the ruby lips we like, the lass with teeth of pearl, the maid with the eyes like diamonds, the cheek-like-coral girl; the girl with the alabaster brow, the lass from the emerald isle. all these we like, but not the jade with the sardonyx smile. jews what is the difference between a banana and a jew? you can skin the banana. he was quite evidently from the country and he was also quite evidently a yankee, and from behind his bowed spectacles he peered inquisitively at the little oily jew who occupied the other half of the car seat with him. the little jew looked at him deprecatingly. "nice day," he began politely. "you're a jew, ain't you?" queried the yankee. "yes, sir, i'm a clothing salesman," handing him a card. "but you're a jew?" "yes, yes, i'm a jew," came the answer. "well," continued the yankee, "i'm a yankee, and in the little village in maine where i come from i'm proud to say there ain't a jew." "dot's why it's a village," replied the little jew quietly. the men were arguing as to who was the greatest inventor. one said stephenson, who invented the locomotive. another declared it was the man who invented the compass. another contended for edison. still another for the wrights, finally one of them turned to a little man who had remained silent: "who do you think?" "vell," he said, with a hopeful smile, "the man who invented interest was no slouch." levinsky, despairing of his life, made an appointment with a famous specialist. he was surprised to find fifteen or twenty people in the waiting-room. after a few minutes he leaned over to a gentleman near him and whispered, "say, mine frient, this must be a pretty goot doctor, ain't he?" "one of the best," the gentleman told him. levinsky seemed to be worrying over something. "vell, say," he whispered again, "he must be pretty exbensive, then, ain't he? vat does he charge?" the stranger was annoyed by levinsky's questions and answered rather shortly: "fifty dollars for the first consultation and twenty-five dollars for each visit thereafter." "mine gott!" gasped levinsky--"fifty tollars the first time und twenty-five tollars each time afterwards!" for several minutes he seemed undecided whether to go or to wait. "und twenty-five tollars each time afterwards," he kept muttering. finally, just as he was called into the office, he was seized with a brilliant inspiration. he rushed toward the doctor with outstretched hands. "hello, doctor," he said effusively. "vell, here i am _again_." the jews are among the aristocracy of every land; if a literature is called rich in the possession of a few classic tragedies what shall we say to a national tragedy lasting for fifteen hundred years, in which the poets and the actors were also the heroes.--_george eliot_. _see also_ failures; fires. jokes a nut and a joke are alike in that they can both be cracked, and different in that the joke can be cracked again.--_william j. burtscher_. jokely--"i got a batch of aeroplane jokes ready and sent them out last week." boggs--"what luck did you have with them?" jokely--"oh, they all came flying back."--_will s. gidley_. "i ne'er forget a joke i have once heard!" augustus cried. "and neither do you let your friends forget it!" jane replied. --_childe harold_. a negro bricklayer in macon, georgia, was lying down during the noon hour, sleeping in the hot sun. the clock struck one, the time to pick up his hod again. he rose, stretched, and grumbled: "i wish i wuz daid. 'tain' nothin' but wuk, wuk from mawnin' tell night." another negro, a story above, heard the complaint and dropped a brick on the grumbler's head. dazed he looked up and said: "de lawd can' stan' no jokes. he jes' takes ev'ything in yearnist." the late h.c. bunner, when editor of _puck_, once received a letter accompanying a number of would-be jokes in which the writer asked: "what will you give me for these?" "ten yards start," was bunner's generous offer, written beneath the query. new congressman--"what can i do for you, sir?" salesman (of statesmen's anecdote manufacturing company)--"i shall be delighted if you'll place an order for a dozen of real, live, snappy, humorous anecdotes as told by yourself, sir." jokes were first imported to this country several hundred years ago from egypt, babylon and assyria, and have since then grown and multiplied. they are in extensive use in all parts of the country and as an antidote for thought are indispensable at all dinner parties. there were originally twenty-five jokes, but when this country was formed they added a constitution, which increased the number to twenty-six. these jokes have married and inter-married among themselves and their children travel from press to press. frequently in one week a joke will travel from new york to san francisco. the joke is no respecter of persons. shameless and unconcerned, he tells the story of his life over and over again. outside of the ballot-box he is the greatest repeater that we have. jokes are of three kinds--plain, illustrated and pointless. frequently they are all three. no joke is without honor, except in its own country. jokes form one of our staples and employ an army of workers who toil night and day to turn out the often neatly finished product. the importation of jokes while considerable is not as great as it might be, as the flavor is lost in transit. jokes are used in the household as an antiseptic. as scenebreakers they have no equal.--_life_. here's to the joke, the good old joke, the joke that our fathers told; it is ready tonight and is jolly and bright as it was in the days of old. when adam was young it was on his tongue, and noah got in the swim by telling the jest as the brightest and best that ever happened to him. so here's to the joke, the good old joke-- we'll hear it again tonight. it's health we will quaff; that will help us to laugh, and to treat it in manner polite. --_lew dockstader_. a jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him that makes it. --_shakespeare_. journalism a louisville journalist was excessively proud of his little boy. turning to the old black nurse, "aunty," said he, stroking the little pate, "this boy seems to have a journalistic head." "oh," cried the untutored old aunty, soothingly, "never you mind 'bout dat; dat'll come right in time." john r. mclean, owner of the cincinnati _enquirer_ and the washington _post_, tells this story of the days when he was actively in charge of the cincinnati newspaper: an _enquirer_ reporter was sent to a town in southwestern ohio to get the story of a woman evangelist who had been greatly talked about. the reporter attended one of her meetings and occupied a front seat. when those who wished to be saved were asked to arise, he kept his seat and used his notebook. the evangelist approached, and, taking him by the hand, said, "come to jesus." "madam," said the newspaper man, "i'm here solely on business--to report your work." "brother," said she, "there is no business so important as god's." "well, may be not," said the reporter; "but you don't know john r. mclean." a newspaper man named fling could make "copy" from any old thing. but the copy he wrote of a five dollar note was so good he is now in sing sing. --_columbia jester_. "come in," called the magazine editor. "sir, i have called to see about that article of mine that you bought two years ago. my name is pensnink--percival perrhyn pensnink. my composition was called 'the behavior of chipmunks in thunderstorms,' and i should like to know how much longer i must watch and wait before i shall see it in print." "i remember," the editor replied. "we are saving your little essay to use at the time of your death. when public attention is drawn to an author we like to have something of his on hand." hear, land o' cakes, and brither scots, frae maidenkirk to johnny groat's; if there's a hole in a' your coats, i rede you tent it: a chiel's amang you taking notes, and, faith, he'll prent it. --_burns_. _see also_ newspapers. judges a judge once had a case in which the accused man understood only irish. an interpreter was accordingly sworn. the prisoner said something to the interpreter. "what does he say?" demanded his lordship. "nothing, my lord," was the reply. "how dare you say that when we all heard him? come on, sir, what was it?" "my lord," said the interpreter beginning to tremble, "it had nothing to do with the case." "if you don't answer i'll commit you, sir!" roared the judge. "now, what did he say?" "well, my lord, you'll excuse me, but he said, 'who's that old woman with the red bed curtain round her, sitting up there?" at which the court roared. "and what did you say?" asked the judge, looking a little uncomfortable. "i said: 'whist, ye spalpeen! that's the ould boy that's going to hang you." a gentleman of color who was brought before a police judge, on a charge of stealing chickens, pleaded guilty. after sentencing him, the judge asked how he had managed to steal the chickens when the coop was so near the owner's house and there was a vicious dog in the yard. "hit wouldn't be of no use, judge," answered the darky, "to try to 'splain dis yer thing to yo' 't all. ef yo' was to try it, like as not yo' would get yer hide full o' shot, an' get no chicken, nuther. ef yo' wants to engage in any rascality, judge, yo' better stick to de bench whar yo' am familiar."--_mrs. l.f. clarke_. four things belong to a judge: to hear courteously, to answer wisely, to consider soberly, and to decide impartially.--_socrates_. judgment husband--"but you must admit that men have better judgment than women." wife--"oh, yes--you married me, and i you."--_life_. jury in the south of ireland a judge heard his usher of the court say, "gentlemen of the jury, take your proper places," and was convulsed with laughter at seeing seven of them walk into the dock. there was recently haled into an alabama court a little irishman to whom the thing was a new experience. he was, however, unabashed, and wore an air of a man determined not to "get the worst of it." "prisoner at the bar," called out the clerk, "do you wish to challenge any of the jury?" the celt looked the men in the box over very carefully. "well, i tell ye," he finally replied, "oi'm not exactly in trainin', but oi think oi could pull off a round or two with thot fat old boy in th' corner." justice there are two sides to every question-the wrong side and our side. "what, tommy, in the jam again, and you whipped for it only an hour ago!" "yes'm, but i heard you tell auntie that you thought you whipped me too hard, so i thought i'd just even up." one man's word is no man's word, justice is that both be heard. he who decides a case without hearing the other side, though he decide justly cannot be considered just.--_seneca_. juvenile delinquency a woman left her baby in its carriage at the door of a department-store. a policeman found it there, apparently abandoned, and wheeled it to the station. as he passed down the street a gamin yelled: "what's the kid done?" kentucky kentucky is the state where they have poor feud laws. kindness kindness goes a long ways lots o' times when it ought t' stay at home.--_abe martin_. an old couple came in from the country, with a big basket of lunch, to see the circus. the lunch was heavy. the old wife was carrying it. as they crossed a street, the husband held out his hand and said, "gimme that basket, hannah." the poor old woman surrendered the basket with a grateful look. "that's real kind o' ye, joshua," she quavered. "kind!" grunted the old man. "i wuz afeared ye'd git lost." a fat woman entered a crowded street car and seizing a strap, stood directly in front of a man seated in the corner. as the car started she lunged against his newspaper and at the same time trod heavily on his toes. as soon as he could extricate himself he rose and offered her his seat. "you are very kind, sir," she said, panting for breath. "not at all, madam," he replied; "it's not kindness; it's simply self-defense." kings and rulers "i think," said the heir apparent, "that i will add music and dancing to my accomplishments." "aren't they rather light?" "they may seem so to you, but they will be very handy if a revolution occurs and i have to go into vaudeville." the present king george in his younger days visited canada in company with the duke of clarence. one night at a ball in quebec, given in honor of the two royalties, the younger prince devoted his time exclusively to the young ladies, paying little or no attention to the elderly ones and chaperons. his brother reprimanded him, pointing out to him his social position and his duty as well. "that's all right," said the young prince. "there are two of us. you go and sing god save your grandmother, while i dance with the girls." and so we sing, "long live the king; long live the queen and jack; long live the ten-spot and the ace, and also all the pack." --_eugene field_. first european society lady--"wouldn't you like to be presented to our sovereign?" second e.s.l.--"no. simply because i have to be governed by a man is no reason why i should condescend to meet him socially." one afternoon kaiser wilhelm caustically reproved old general von meerscheidt for some small lapses. "if your majesty thinks that i am too old for the service please permit me to resign," said the general. "no; you are too young to resign," said the kaiser. in the evening of that same day, at a court ball, the kaiser saw the old general talking to some young ladies, and he said: "general, take a young wife, then your excitable temperament will vanish." "excuse me, your majesty," replied the general. "it would kill me to have both a young wife and a young emperor." during the war of , a dinner was given in canada, at which both american and british officers were present. one of the latter offered the toast: "to president madison, dead or alive!" an american offered the response: "to the prince regent, drunk or sober!"--_mrs. gouverneur_. a lady of queen victoria's court once asked her if she did not think that one of the satisfactions of the future life would be the meeting with the notable figures of the past, such as abraham, isaac and king david. after a moment's silence, with perfect dignity and decision the great queen made answer: "i will _not_ meet david!" ten poor men sleep in peace on one straw heap, as saadi sings, but the immensest empire is too narrow for two kings. --_william r. alger_. here lies our sovereign lord, the king, whose word no man relies on, who never said a foolish thing, and never did a wise one. said by a courtier of charles, ii. to which the king replied, "that is very true, for my words are my own. my actions are my minister's." kisses here's to a kiss: give me a kiss, and to that kiss add a score, then to that twenty add a hundred more; a thousand to that hundred, and so kiss on, to make that thousand quite a million, treble that million, and when that is done let's kiss afresh as though we'd just begun. "if i should kiss you i suppose you'd go and tell your mother." "no; my lawyer." "what is he so angry with you for?" "i haven't the slightest idea. we met in the street, and we were talking just as friendly as could be, when all of a sudden he flared up and tried to kick me." "and what were you talking about?" "oh, just ordinary small talk. i remember he said, 'i always kiss my wife three or four times every day.'" "and what did you say?" "i said, 'i know at least a dozen men who do the same,' and then he had a fit." there was an old maiden from fife, who had never been kissed in her life; along came a cat; and she said, "i'll kiss that!" but the cat answered, "not on your life!" here's to the red of the holly berry, and to its leaf so green; and here's to the lips that are just as red, and the fellow who's not so green. there was a young sailor of lyd, who loved a fair japanese kid; when it came to good-bye, they were eager but shy, so they put up a sunshade and--did. there once was a maiden of siam, who said to her lover, young kiam, "if you kiss me, of course you will have to use force, but god knows you're stronger than i am." lord! i wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.--_swift_. _see also_ courtship; servants. knowledge a physician was driving through a village when he saw a man amusing a crowd with the antics of his trick dog. the doctor pulled up and said: "my dear man, how do you manage to train your dog that way? i can't teach mine a single trick." the man glanced up with a simple rustic look and replied: "well, you see, it's this way; you have to know more'n the dog or you can't learn him nothin'." with knowledge and love the world is made.--_anatole france_. kultur herr hammerschlegel (winding up the argument)--"i think you iss a stupid fool!" monsieur--"and i sink you a polite gentleman; but possible, is it, we both mistaken."--_life_. labor and laboring classes a farmer in great need of extra hands at haying time finally asked si warren, who was accounted the town fool, if he could help him out. "what'll ye pay?" asked si. "i'll pay you what you're worth," answered the farmer. si scratched his head a minute, then answered decisively: "i'll be _durned_ if i'll work for that!" ladies _see_ etiquet; woman. landlords an english tourist was sightseeing in ireland and the guide had pointed out the devil's gap, the devil's peak, and the devil's leap to him. "pat," he said, "the devil seems to have a great deal of property in this district!" "he has, sir," replied the guide, "but, sure, he's like all the landlords--he lives in england!" languages george ade, with a fellow american, was traveling in the orient, and his companion one day fell into a heated argument with an old arab. ade's friend complained to him afterward that although he had spent years in studying arabic in preparation for this trip he could not understand a word that the native said. "never mind," replied ade consolingly. "you see, the old duffer hasn't a tooth in his head, and he was only talking gum-arabic." milton was one day asked by a friend whether he would instruct his daughters in the different languages. "no, sir," he said; "one tongue is sufficient for any woman." prince bismarck was once pressed by a certain american official to recommend his son for a diplomatic post. "he is a very remarkable fellow," said the proud father; "he speaks seven languages." "indeed!" said bismarck, who did not hold a very high opinion of linguistic acquirements. "what a wonderful headwaiter he would make!" laughter teacher--"freddie, you musn't laugh out loud in the schoolroom." freddie--"i didn't mean to do it. i was smiling, and the smile busted." laugh and the world laughs with you, weep, and the laugh's on you. about the best and finest thing in this world is laughter.--_anna alice chapin_. law _see_ punishment. lawyers ignorance of the law does not prevent the losing lawyer from collecting his bill.--_puck_. george ade had finished his speech at a recent dinner-party, and on seating himself a well-known lawyer rose, shoved his hands deep into his trousers' pockets, as was his habit and laughingly inquired of those present: "doesn't it strike the company as a little unusual that a professional humorist should be funny?" when the laugh had subsided, ade drawled out: "doesn't it strike the company as a little unusual that a lawyer should have his hands in his own pockets?" a man was charged with stealing a horse, and after a long trial the jury acquitted him. later in the day the man came back and asked the judge for a warrant against the lawyer who had successfully defended him. "what's the charge?" inquired the judge. "why, your honor," replied the man, "you see, i didn't have the money to pay him his fee, so he took the horse i stole."--_j.j. o'connell_. an elderly darky in georgia, charged with the theft of some chickens, had the misfortune to be defended by a young and inexperienced attorney, although it is doubtful whether anyone could have secured his acquittal, the commission of the crime having been proved beyond all doubt. the darky received a pretty severe sentence. "thank you, sah," said he cheerfully, addressing the judge when the sentence had been pronounced. "dat's mighty hard, sah, but it ain't anywhere what i 'spected. i thought, sah, dat between my character and dat speech of my lawyer dat you'd hang me, shore!" "you have a pretty tough looking lot of customers to dispose of this morning, haven't you?" remarked the friend of a magistrate, who had dropped in at the police court. "huh!" rejoined the dispenser of justice, "you are looking at the wrong bunch. those are the lawyers." "did youse git anyt'ing?" whispered the burglar on guard as his pal emerged from the window. "naw, de bloke wot lives here is a lawyer," replied the other in disgust. "dat's hard luck," said the first; "did youse lose anyt'ing?" the dean of the law department was very busy and rather cross. the telephone rang. "well, what is it?" he snapped. "is that the city gas-works?" said a woman's soft voice. "no, madam," roared the dean; "this is the university law department." "ah," she answered in the sweetest of tones, "i didn't miss it so far, after all, did i?"--_carl holliday_. a lawyer cross-examining a witness, asked him where he was on a particular day; to which he replied that he had been in the company of two friends. "friends.'" exclaimed his tormentor; "two thieves, i suppose." "they may be so," replied the witness, dryly, "for they are both lawyers." an impecunious young lawyer recently received the following letter from a tailor to whom he was indebted: "dear sir: kindly advise me by return mail when i may expect a remittance from you in settlement of my account. yours truly, j. snippen." the follower of blackstone immediately replied: "dear sir: i have your request for advice of a recent date, and beg leave to say that not having received any retainer from you i cannot act in the premises. upon receipt of your check for $ i shall be very glad to look the matter up for you and to acquaint you with the results of my investigations. i am, sir, with great respect, your most obedient servant, barclay b. coke." a prisoner was brought before the bar in the criminal court, but was not represented by a lawyer. "where is your lawyer?" asked the judge who presided. "i have none, sir," replied the prisoner. "why not?" queried the judge. "because i have no money to pay one." "do you want a lawyer?" asked the judge. "yes, sir." "well, there are mr. thomas w. wilson, mr. henry eddy, and mr. george rogers," said the judge, pointing to several young attorneys who were sitting in the room, waiting for something to turn up, "and mr. allen is out in the hall." the prisoner looked at the attorneys, and, after a critical survey, he turned to the judge and said: "if i can take my choice, sir, i guess i'll take mr. allen."--_a.s. hitchcock_. "what is that little boy crying about?" asked the benevolent old lady of the ragged boy. "dat other kid swiped his candy," was the response. "but how is it that you have the candy now?" "sure i got de candy now. i'm de little kid's lawyer." a man walking along the street of a village stepped into a hole in the sidewalk and broke his leg. he engaged a famous lawyer, brought suit against the village for one thousand dollars and won the case. the city appealed to the supreme court, but again the great lawyer won. after the claim was settled the lawyer sent for his client and handed him one dollar. "what's this?" asked the man. "that's your damages, after taking out my fee, the cost of appeal and other expenses," replied the counsel. the man looked at the dollar, turned it over and carefully scanned the other side. then looked up at the lawyer and said: "what's the matter with this dollar? is it counterfeit?" deceive not thy physician, confessor nor lawyer. a sergeant of the lawe, war and wys ther was also, ful riche of excellence. discreet he was, and of greet reverence: he seemed swich, his wordes weren so wyse. * * * no-wher so bisy a man as he ther nas, and yet he seemed bisier than he was. --_chaucer_. laziness a tourist in the mountains of tennessee once had dinner with a querulous old mountaineer who yarned about hard times for fifteen minutes at a stretch. "why, man," said the tourist, "you ought to be able to make lots of money shipping green corn to the northern market." "yes, i otter," was the sullen reply. "you have the land, i suppose, and can get the seed." "yes, i guess so." "then why don't you go into the speculation?" "no use, stranger," sadly replied the cracker, "the old woman is too lazy to do the plowin' and plantin'." while the train was waiting on a side track down in georgia, one of the passengers walked over to a cabin near the track, in front of which sat a cracker dog, howling. the passenger asked a native why the dog was howling. "hookworm," said the native. "he's lazy." "but," said the stranger, "i was not aware that the hookworm is painful." "'taint," responded the garrulous native. "why, then," the stranger queried, "should the dog howl?" "lazy." "but why does laziness make him howl?" "wal," said the georgian, "that blame fool dawg is sittin' on a sand-bur, an' he's too tarnation lazy to get off, so he jes' sets thar an' howls 'cause it hurts." "how's times?" inquired a tourist. "oh, pretty tolerable," responded the old native who was sitting on a stump. "i had some trees to cut down, but a cyclone come along and saved me the trouble." "fine." "yes, and then the lightning set fire to the brush pile and saved me the trouble of burnin' it." "remarkable. but what are you going to do now?" "oh, nothin' much. jest waitin' for an earthquake to come along and shake the potatoes out of the ground." a tramp, after a day or two in the hustling, bustling town of denver, shook the denver dust from his boots with a snarl. "they must be durn lazy people in this town. everywhere you turn they offer you work to do." an atlanta man tells of an amusing experience he had in a mountainous region in a southwestern state, where the inhabitants are notoriously shiftless. arriving at a dilapidated shanty at the noon hour, he inquired as to the prospects for getting dinner. the head of the family, who had been "resting" on a fallen tree in front of his dwelling, made reply to the effect that he "guessed ma'd hev suthin' on to the table putty soon." with this encouragement, the traveler dismounted. to his chagrin, however, he soon discovered that the food set before him was such that he could not possibly "make a meal." he made such excuses as he could for his lack of appetite, and finally bethought himself of a kind of nourishment which he might venture to take, and which was sure to be found in any locality. he asked for some milk. "don't have milk no more," said the head of the place. "the dawg's dead." "the dog!" cried the stranger. "what on earth has the dog to do with it?" "well," explained the host meditatively, "them cows don't seem to know 'nough to come up and be milked theirselves. the dog, he used to go for 'em an' fetch 'em up."--_edwin tarrisse_. some temptations come to the industrious, but all temptations attack the idle.--_spurgeon_. leap year a girl looked calmly at a caller one evening and remarked: "george, as it is leap year--" the caller turned pale. "as it is leap year," she continued, "and you've been calling regularly now four nights a week for a long, long time, george, i propose--" "i'm not in a position to marry on my salary grace" george interrupted hurriedly. "i know that, george," the girl pursued, "and so, as it is leap year, i thought i'd propose that you lay off and give some of the more eligible fellows a chance."--_l.f. clarke_. legislators thomas b. reed was one of the legislative committee sent to inspect an insane asylum. there was a dance on the night the committee spent in the investigation, and mr. reed took for a partner one of the fair unfortunates to whom he was introduced. "i don't remember having seen you here before," said she; "how long have you been in the asylum?" "oh, i only came down yesterday," said the gentleman, "as one of the legislative committee." "of course," returned the lady; "how stupid i am! however, i knew you were an inmate or a member of the legislature the moment i looked at you. but how was i to know? it is so difficult to know which." liars there are three kinds of liars: . the man whom others can't believe. he is harmless. let him alone. . the man who can't believe others. he has probably made a careful study of human nature. if you don't put him in jail, he will find out that you are a hypocrite. . the man who can't believe himself. he is a cautious individual. encourage him. two irishmen were working on the roof of a building one day when one made a misstep and fell to the ground. the other leaned over and called: "are yez dead or alive, mike?" "oi'm alive," said mike feebly. "sure you're such a liar oi don't know whether to belave yez or not." "well, then, oi must be dead," said mike, "for yez would never dare to call me a liar if oi wor aloive." father (reprovingly)--"do you know what happens to liars when they die?" johnny--"yes, sir; they lie still." a private, anxious to secure leave of absence, sought his captain with a most convincing tale about a sick wife breaking her heart for his absence. the officer, familiar with the soldier's ways, replied: "i am afraid you are not telling the truth. i have just received a letter from your wife urging me not to let you come home because you get drunk, break the furniture, and mistreat her shamefully." the private saluted and started to leave the room. he paused at the door, asking: "sor, may i speak to you, not as an officer, but as mon to mon?" "yes; what is it?" "well, sor, what i'm after sayin' is this," approaching the captain and lowering his voice. "you and i are two of the most iligant liars the lord ever made. i'm not married at all." a conductor and a brakeman on a montana railroad differ as to the proper pronunciation of the name eurelia. passengers are often startled upon arrival at his station to hear the conductor yell: "you're a liar! you're a liar!" and then from the brakeman at the other end of the car: "you really are! you really are!" mother--"oh, bobby, i'm ashamed of you. i never told stories when i was a little girl." bobby--"when did you begin, then, mamma?"--_horace zimmerman_. the sages of the general store were discussing the veracity of old si perkins when uncle bill abbott ambled in. "what do you think about it, uncle bill?" they asked him. "would you call si perkins a liar?" "well," answered uncle bill slowly, as he thoughtfully studied the ceiling, "i don't know as i'd go so far as to call him a liar exactly, but i do know this much: when feedin' time comes, in order to get any response from his hogs, he has to get somebody else to call 'em for him." a lie is an abomination unto the lord and an ever present help in time of trouble. an idaho guide whose services were retained by some wealthy young easterners desirous of hunting in the northwest evidently took them to be the greenest of tenderfoots, since he undertook to chaff them with a recital something as follows: "it was my first grizzly, so i was mighty proud to kill him in a hand-to-hand struggle. we started to fight about sunrise. when he finally gave up the ghost, the sun was going down." at this point the guide paused to note the effect of his story. not a word was said by the easterners, so the guide added very slowly, "_for the second time_." "i gather, then," said one young gentleman, a dapper little bostonian, "that it required a period of two days to enable you to dispose of that grizzly." "two days and a night," said the guide, with a grin. "that grizzly died mighty hard." "choked to death?" asked the bostonian. "yes, _sir_," said the guide. "pardon me," continued the hubbite, "but what did you try to get him to swallow?" when by night the frogs are croaking, kindle but a torch's fire; ha! how soon they all are silent; thus truth silences the liar. --_friedrich von logan_. _see also_ epitaphs; husbands; politicians; real estate agents; regrets. liberty liberty is being free from the things we don't like in order to be slaves of the things we do like. a day, an hour, of virtuous liberty is worth a whole eternity in bondage. --_addison_. where liberty dwells, there is my country.--_benjamin franklin_. librarians a country newspaper printed the following announcement: "the public library will close for two weeks, beginning august , for the annual cleaning and vacation of the librarians." the modern librarian is a genius. all the proof needed is the statement that the requests for books with queer titles are filled with ones really wanted. the following are instances: as asked for correct title _indecent orders in deacon's orders she combeth not her head she cometh not, she said trial of a servant trail of the serpent essays of a liar essays of elia soap and tables Ã�sop's fables pocketbook's hill puck of pook's hill dentist's infirmary dante's inferno holy smoke divine fire_ one librarian has the following entries in a card catalog: lead poisoning do, kindly light. a distinguished librarian is a good follower of chesterton. he says: "to my way of thinking, a great librarian must have a clear head, a strong hand and, above all, a great heart. such shall be greatest among librarians; and when i look into the future, i am inclined to think that most of the men who will achieve this greatness will be women." many catalogers append notes to the main entries of their catalogs. here are two: _an ideal husband_: essentially a work of fiction, and presumably written by a woman (unmarried). _aspects of home rule_: political, not domestic. in a branch library a reader asked for _the girl he married_ (by james grant.) this happened to be out, and the assistant was requested to select a similar book. presumably he was a benedict, for he returned triumphantly with _his better half_ (by george griffith). "have you _a joy forever_?" inquired a lady borrower. "no," replied the assistant librarian after referring to the stock. "dear me, how tiresome," said the lady; "have you praed?" "yes, madam, but it isn't any good," was the prompt reply. life life's an aquatic meet--some swim, some dive, some back water, some float and the rest--sink. i count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on. --_robert browning_. may you live as long as you like, and have what you like as long as you live. "live, while you live," the epicure would say, "and seize the pleasures of the present day;" "live, while you live," the sacred preacher cries, "and give to god each moment as it flies." "lord, in my views let both united be; i live in _pleasure_, when i live to _thee_." --_philip doddridge_. this world that we're a-livin' in is mighty hard to beat, for you get a thorn with every rose-- but ain't the roses sweet! dost thou love life? then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.--_benjamin franklin_. lisping "have you lost another tooth, bethesda?" asked auntie, who noticed an unusual lisp. "yes'm," replied the four-year-old, "and i limp now when i talk." lost and found "i ain't losing any faith in human nature," said uncle eben, "but i kain't he'p noticin' dat dere's allus a heap mo' ahticles advertised 'lost' dan dar is 'found.'" "what were you in for?" asked the friend. "i found a horse." "found a horse? nonsense! they wouldn't jug you for finding a horse." "well, but you see i found him before the owner lost him." "party that lost purse containing twenty dollars need worry no longer--it has been found."--_brooklyn life_. a lawyer having offices in a large office building recently lost a cuff-link, one of a pair that he greatly prized. being absolutely certain that he had dropped the link somewhere in the building he posted this notice: "lost. a gold cuff-link. the owner, william ward, will deeply appreciate its immediate return." that afternoon, on passing the door whereon this notice was posted, what were the feelings of the lawyer to observe that appended thereto were these lines: "the finder of the missing cuff-link would deem it a great favor if the owner would kindly lose the other link." chinaman--"you tellee me where railroad depot?" citizen--"what's the matter, john? lost?" chinaman--"no! me here. depot lost." love love is an insane desire on the part of a chump to pay a woman's board-bill for life. mr. slimpurse--"but why do you insist that our daughter should marry a man whom she does not like? you married for love, didn't you?" mrs. slimpurse--"yes; but that is no reason why i should let our daughter make the same blunder." maude--"jack is telling around that you are worth your weight in gold." ethel--"the foolish boy. who is he telling it to?" maude--"his creditors." rich man--"would you love my daughter just as much if she had no money?" suitor--"why, certainly!" rich man--"that's sufficient. i don't want any idiots in this family." 'tis better to have lived and loved than never to have lived at all. --_judge_. may we have those in our arms that we love in our hearts. here's to love, the only fire against which there is no insurance. here's to those that i love; here's to those who love me; here's to those who love those that i love. here's to those who love those who love me. it is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.--_thackeray_. mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! * * * * * * * * * endless torments dwell about thee: yet who would live, and live without thee! --_addison_. o, love, love, love! love is like a dizziness; it winna let a poor body gang about his biziness! --_hogg_. let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.--_ovid_. loyalty jenkins, a newly wedded suburbanite, kissed his wife goodby the other morning, and, telling her he would be home at six o'clock that evening, got into his auto and started for town. at six o'clock no hubby had appeared, and the little wife began to get nervous. when the hour of midnight arrived she could bear the suspense no longer, so she aroused her father and sent him off to the telegraph office with six telegrams to as many brother elks living in town, asking each if her husband was stopping with him overnight. morning came, and the frantic wife had received no intelligence of the missing man. as dawn appeared, a farm wagon containing a farmer and the derelict husband drove up to the house, while behind the wagon trailed the broken-down auto. almost simultaneously came a messenger boy with an answer to one of the telegrams, followed at intervals by five others. all of them read: "yes, john is spending the night with me."--_bush phillips_. boy--"come quick, there's a man been fighting my father more'n half an hour." policeman--"why didn't you tell me before?" boy--"'cause father was getting the best of it till a few minutes ago." luck some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half-way to meet it.--_douglas jerrold_. o, once in each man's life, at least, good luck knocks at his door; and wit to seize the flitting guest need never hunger more. but while the loitering idler waits good luck beside his fire, the bold heart storms at fortunes gates, and conquers its desire. --_lewis j. bates_. "tommy," said his brother, "you're a regular little glutton. how can you eat so much?" "don't know; it's just good luck," replied the youngster. a negro who was having one misfortune after another said he was having as bad luck as the man with only a fork when it was raining soup. _see also_ windfalls. maine the governor of maine was at the school and was telling the pupils what the people of different states were called. "now," he said, "the people from indiana are called 'hoosiers'; the people from north carolina 'tar heels'; the people from michigan we know as 'michiganders.' now, what little boy or girl can tell me what the people of maine are called?" "i know," said a little girl. "well, what are we called?" asked the governor. "maniacs." making good "what's become ob dat little chameleon mandy had?" inquired rufus. "oh, de fool chile done lost him," replied zeke. "she wuz playin' wif him one day, puttin' him on red to see him turn red, an' on blue to see him turn blue, an' on green to see him turn green, an' so on. den de fool gal, not satisfied wif lettin' well enough alone, went an' put him on a plaid, an' de poor little thing went an' bust himself tryin' to make good." _see also_ success. malaria the physician had taken his patient's pulse and temperature, and proceeded to ask the usual questions. "it--er--seems," said he, regarding the unfortunate with scientific interest, "that the attacks of fever and the chills appear on alternate days. do you think--is it your opinion--that they have, so to speak, decreased in violence, if i may use that word?" the patient smiled feebly. "doc," said he, "on fever days my head's so hot i can't think, and on ague days i shake so i can't hold an opinion." marks(wo)manship an irishman who, with his wife, is employed on a truck-farm in new jersey, recently found himself in a bad predicament, when, in attempting to evade the onslaughts of a savage dog, assistance came in the shape of his wife. when the woman came up, the dog had fastened his teeth in the calf of her husband's leg and was holding on for dear life. seizing a stone in the road, the irishman's wife was about to hurl it, when the husband, with wonderful presence of mind, shouted: "mary! mary! don't throw the stone at the dog! throw it at me!" mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was gone in spots, for mary fired her father's gun, and lamby caught the shots! --_columbia jester_. marriage mrs. quackenness--"am yo' daughtar happily mar'd, sistah sagg?" mrs. sagg--"she sho' is! bless goodness she's done got a husband dat's skeered to death of her!" "where am i?" the invalid exclaimed, waking from the long delirium of fever and feeling the comfort that loving hands had supplied. "where am i--in heaven?" "no, dear," cooed his wife; "i am still with you." archbishop ryan was visiting a small parish in a mining district one day for the purpose of administering confirmation, and asked one nervous little girl what matrimony is. "it is a state of terrible torment which those who enter are compelled to undergo for a time to prepare them for a brighter and better world," she said. "no, no," remonstrated her rector; "that isn't matrimony: that's the definition of purgatory." "leave her alone," said the archbishop; "maybe she is right. what do you and i know about it?" "was helen's marriage a success?" "goodness, yes. why, she is going to marry a nobleman on the alimony."--_judge_. jennie--"what makes george such a pessimist?" jack--"well, he's been married three times--once for love, once for money and the last time for a home." matrimony is the root of all evil. one day mary, the charwoman, reported for service with a black eye. "why, mary," said her sympathetic mistress, "what a bad eye you have!" "yes'm." "well, there's one consolation. it might have been worse." "yes'm." "you might have had both of them hurt." "yes'm. or worse'n that: i might not ha' been married at all." a wife placed upon her husband's tombstone: "he had been married forty years and was prepared to die." "i can take a hundred words a minute," said the stenographer. "i often take more than that," said the prospective employer; "but then i have to, i'm married." a man and his wife were airing their troubles on the sidewalk one saturday evening when a good samaritan intervened. "see here, my man," he protested, "this sort of thing won't do." "what business is it of yours, i'd like to know," snarled the man, turning from his wife. "it's only my business in so far as i can be of help in settling this dispute," answered the samaritan mildly. "this ain't no dispute," growled the man. "no dispute! but, my dear friend--" "i tell you it ain't no dispute," insisted the man. "she"--jerking his thumb toward the woman--"thinks she ain't goin to get my week's wages, and i know darn well she ain't. where's the dispute in that?" his better half--"i think it's time we got lizzie married and settled down, alfred. she will be twenty-eight next week you know." her lesser half--"oh, don't hurry, my dear. better wait till the right sort of man comes along." his better half--"but why wait? i didn't!" o'flanagan came home one night with a deep band of black crape around his hat. "why, mike!" exclaimed his wife. "what are ye wearin' thot mournful thing for?" "i'm wearin' it for yer first husband," replied mike firmly. "i'm sorry he's dead." "what a strangely interesting face your friend the poet has," gurgled the maiden of forty. "it seems to possess all the elements of happiness and sorrow, each struggling for supremacy." "yes, he looks to me like a man who was married and didn't know it," growled the cynical bachelor. the not especially sweet-tempered young wife of a kaslo b.c., man one day approached her lord concerning the matter of one hundred dollars or so. "i'd like to let you have it, my dear," began the husband, "but the fact is i haven't that amount in the bank this morning--that is to say, i haven't that amount to spare, inasmuch as i must take up a note for two hundred dollars this afternoon." "oh, very well, james!" said the wife, with an ominous calmness, "if you think the man who holds the note can make things any hotter for you than i can--why, do as you say, james!" a young lady entered a book store and inquired of the gentlemanly clerk--a married man, by-the-way--if he had a book suitable for an old gentleman who had been married fifty years. without the least hesitation the clerk reached for a copy of parkman's "a half century of conflict." smith and jones were discussing the question of who should be head of the house--the man or the woman. "i am the head of my establishment," said jones. "i am the bread-winner. why shouldn't i be?" "well," replied smith, "before my wife and i were married we made an agreement that i should make the rulings in all major things, my wife in all the minor." "how has it worked?" queried jones. smith smiled. "so far," he replied, "no major matters have come up." a poor lady the other day hastened to the nursery and said to her little daughter: "minnie, what do you mean by shouting and screaming? play quietly, like tommy. see, he doesn't make a sound." "of course he doesn't," said the little girl. "that is our game. he is papa coming home late, and i am you." the stranger advanced toward the door. mrs. o'toole stood in the doorway with a rough stick in her left hand and a frown on her brow. "good morning," said the stranger politely. "i'm looking for mr. o'toole." "so'm i," said mrs. o'toole, shifting her club over to her other hand. tim--"sarer smith (you know 'er--bill's missus), she throwed herself horf the end uv the wharf larst night." tom--"poor sarer!" tim--"an' a cop fished 'er out again." tom--"poor bill!" the cooing stops with the honeymoon, but the billing goes on forever. "well, old man, how did you get along after i left you at midnight. get home all right?" "no; a confounded nosey policeman haled me to the station, where i spent the rest of the night." "lucky dog! i reached home." stranger--"what's the fight about?" native--"the feller on top is hank hill wot married the widder strong, an' th' other's joel jenks, wot interdooced him to her."--_life_. a colored man had been arrested on a charge of beating and cruelly misusing his wife. after hearing the charge against the prisoner, the justice turned to the first witness. "madam," he said, "if this man were your husband and had given you a beating, would you call in the police?" the woman addressed, a veritable amazon in size and aggressiveness, turned a smiling countenance towards the justice and answered: "no, jedge. if he was mah husban', and he treated me lak he did 'is wife, ah wouldn't call no p'liceman. no, sah, ah'd call de undertaker." we admire the strict impartiality of the judge who recently fined his wife twenty-five dollars for contempt of court, but we would hate to have been in the judge's shoes when he got home that night. "how many children have you?" asked the census-taker. the man addressed removed the pipe from his mouth, scratched his head, thought it over a moment, and then replied: "five--four living and one married." she--"how did they ever come to marry?" he--"oh, it's the same old story. started out to be good friends, you know, and later on changed their minds."--_puck_. nat goodwin and a friend were walking along fifth avenue one afternoon when they stopped to look into a florist's window, in which there was an artistic arrangement of exquisite roses. "what wonderful american beauties those are, nat!" said the friend delightedly. "they are, indeed," replied nat. "you see, i am very fond of that flower," continued the friend. "in fact, i might say it is my favorite. you know, nat, i married an american beauty." "well," said nat dryly, "you haven't got anything on me. i married a cluster." "are you quite sure that was a marriage license you gave me last month?" "of course! what's the matter?" "well, i thought there might be some mistake, seeing that i've lived a dog's life ever since." is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in.--_emerson_. householder--"here, drop that coat and clear out!" burglar--"you be quiet, or i'll wake your wife and give her this letter i found in your pocket." the reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.--_swift_. _see also_ church discipline; domestic finance; trouble. marriage fees a poor couple who went to the priest to be wedded were met with a demand for the marriage fee. it was not forth-coming. both the consenting parties were rich in love and in their prospects, but destitute of financial resources. the father was obdurate. "no money, no marriage." "give me l'ave, your riverence," said the blushing bride, "to go and get the money." it was given, and she sped forth on the delicate mission of raising a marriage fee out of pure nothing. after a short interval she returned with the sum of money, and the ceremony was completed to the satisfaction of all. when the parting was taking place the newly-made wife seemed a little uneasy. "anything on your mind, catherine?" said the father. "well, your riverence, i would like to know if this marriage could not be spoiled now." "certainly not, catherine. no man can put you asunder." "could you not do it yourself, father? could you not spoil the marriage?" "no, no, catherine. you are past me now. i have nothing more to do with your marriage." "that aises me mind," said catherine, "and god bless your riverence. there's the ticket for your hat. i picked it up in the lobby and pawned it." mandy--"what foh yo' been goin'to de post-office so reg'lar? are yo' corresponding wif some other female?" rastus--"nope; but since ah been a-readin' in de papers 'bout dese 'conscience funds' ah kind of thought ah might possibly git a lettah from dat ministah what married us."--_life_. the knot was tied; the pair were wed, and then the smiling bridegroom said unto the preacher, "shall i pay to you the usual fee today. or would you have me wait a year and give you then a hundred clear, if i should find the marriage state as happy as i estimate?" the preacher lost no time in thought, to his reply no study brought, there were no wrinkles on his brow: said he, "i'll take three dollars now." mathematics _see_ arithmetic. matrimony _see_ marriage. measuring instruments "golly, but i's tired!" exclaimed a tall and thin negro, meeting a short and stout friend on washington street. "what you been doin' to get tired?" demanded the other. "well," explained the thin one, drawing a deep breath, "over to brother smith's dey are measurin' de house for some new carpets. dey haven't got no yawdstick, and i's just ezactly six feet tall. so to oblige brother smith, i's been a-layin' down and a-gettin' up all over deir house." medical inspection of schools passer-by--"what's the fuss in the schoolyard, boy?" the boy--"why, the doctor has just been around examinin' us an' one of the deficient boys is knockin' th' everlastin' stuffin's out of a perfect kid." medicine the farmer's mule had just balked in the road when the country doctor came by. the farmer asked the physician if he could give him something to start the mule. the doctor said he could, and, reaching down into his medicine case, gave the animal some powders. the mule switched his tail, tossed his head and started on a mad gallop down the road. the farmer looked first at the flying animal and then at the doctor. "how much did that medicine cost, doc?" he asked. "oh, about fifteen cents," said the physician. "well, give me a quarter's worth, quick!" and he swallowed it. "i've got to catch that mule." "i hope you are following my instructions carefully, sandy--the pills three times a day and a drop of whisky at bedtime." "weeel, sir, i may be a wee bit behind wi' the pills, but i'm about six weeks in front wi' the whusky." rarely has a double meaning turned with more deadly effect upon an innocent perpetrator than in an advertisement lately appearing in a western newspaper. he wrote: "wanted--a gentleman to undertake the sale of a patent medicine. the advertiser guarantees it will be profitable to the undertaker." i firmly believe that if the whole _materia medico_ could be sunk to the bottom of the sea, it would be all the better for mankind and all the worse for the fishes.--_o.w. holmes_. a man's own observation, what he finds good of, and what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health.--_bacon_. meekness one evening just before dinner a wife, who had been playing bridge all the afternoon, came in to find her husband and a strange man (afterward ascertained to be a lawyer) engaged in some mysterious business over the library table, upon which were spread several sheets of paper. "what are you going to do with all that paper, henry?" demanded the wife. "i am making a wish," meekly responded the husband. "a wish?" "yes, my dear. in your presence i shall not presume to call it a will." memorials two negroes were talking about a recent funeral of a member of their race, at which funeral there had been a profusion of floral tributes. said the cook: "dat's all very well, mandy; but when i dies i don't want no flowers on my grave. jes' plant a good old watermelon-vine; an' when she gits ripe, you come dar, an' don't you eat it, but jes' bus' it on de grave, an' let de good old juice dribble down thro' de ground!" "that's rather a handsome mantelpiece you have there, mr. binkston," said the visitor. "yes," replied mr. binkston, proudly. "that is a memorial to my wife." "why--i was not aware that mrs. binkston had passed away," said the visitor sympathetically. "oh no, indeed, she hasn't," smiled mr. binkston. "she is serving her thirtieth sojourn in jail. that mantelpiece is built of the bricks she was convicted of throwing." memory "uncle mose," said a drummer, addressing an old colored man seated on a drygoods box in front of the village store, "they tell me that you remember seeing george washington--am i mistaken?" "no, sah," said uncle mose. "i uster 'member seein' him, but i done fo'got sence i jined de chu'ch." a noted college president, attending a banquet in boston, was surprised to see that the darky who took the hats at the door gave no checks in return. "he has a most wonderful memory," a fellow diner explained. "he's been doing that for years and prides himself upon never having made a mistake." as the college president was leaving, the darky passed him his hat. "how do you know that this one is mine?" "i don't know it, suh," admitted the darky. "then why do you give it to me?" "'cause yo' gave it to me, suh." "tommy," said his mother reprovingly, "what did i say i'd do to you if i ever caught you stealing jam again?" tommy thoughtfully scratched his head with his sticky fingers. "why, that's funny, ma, that you should forget it, too. hanged if i can remember." smith is a young new york lawyer, clever in many ways, but very forgetful. he was recently sent to st. louis to interview an important client in regard to a case then pending in the missouri courts. later the head of his firm received this telegram from st. louis: "have forgotten name of client. please wire at once." this was the reply sent from new york: "client's name jenkins. your name smith." when time who steals our years away shall steal our pleasures too, the mem'ry of the past will stay and half our joys renew. --_moore_. the heart hath its own memory, like the mind, and in it are enshrined the precious keepsakes, into which is wrought the giver's loving thought. --_longfellow_. men here's to the men! god bless them! worst of me sins, i confess them! in loving them all; be they great or small, so here's to the boys! god bless them! may all single men be married, and all married men be happy. "what is your ideal man?" "one who is clever enough to make money and foolish enough to spend it!" i have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.--_shakespeare_. men are four: he who knows and knows not that he knows,-- he is asleep--wake him; he who knows not and knows not that he knows not,-- he is a fool--shun him; he who knows not and knows that he knows not,-- he is a child--teach him; he who knows and knows that he knows,-- he is a king--follow him. _see also_ dogs; husbands. messages "have you the rent ready?" "no, sir; mother's gone out washing and forgot to put it out for you." "did she tell you she'd forgotten?" "yes, sir." one of the passengers on a wreck was an exceedingly nervous man, who, while floating in the water, imagined how his friends would acquaint his wife of his fate. saved at last, he rushed to the telegraph office and sent this message: "dear pat, i am saved. break it gently to my wife." metaphor it was a washington woman, angry because the authorities had closed the woman's rest-room in the senate office building, who burst out: "it is almost as if the senate had hurled its glove into the teeth of the advancing wave that is sounding the clarion of equal rights." a water consumer in los angeles, california, whose supply had been turned off because he wouldn't pay, wrote to the department as follows: "in the matter of shutting off the water on unpaid bills, your company is fast becoming a regular crystallized russian bureaucracy, running in a groove and deaf to the appeals of reform. there is no use of your trying to impugn the verity of this indictment by shaking your official heads in the teeth of your own deeds. "if you will persist in this kind of thing, a widespread conflagration of the populace will be so imminent that it will require only a spark to let loose the dogs of war in our midst. will you persist in hurling the corner stone of our personal liberty to your wolfish hounds of collectors, thirsting for its blood? if you persist, the first thing you know you will have the chariot of a justly indignant revolution rolling along in our midst and gnashing its teeth as it rolls. "if your rascally collectors are permitted to continue coming to our doors with unblushing footsteps, with cloaks of hypocritical compunction in their mouths, and compel payment from your patrons, this policy will result in cutting the wool off the sheep that lays the golden egg, until you have pumped it dry--and then farewell, a long farewell, to our vaunted prosperity." mice "what's the matter with briggs?" "he was getting shaved by a lady barber when a mouse ran across the floor."--_life_. middle classes willie--"paw, what is the middle class?" paw--"the middle class consists of people who are not poor enough to accept charity and not rich enough to donate anything." militants _see_ suffragettes. military discipline murphy was a new recruit in the cavalry. he could not ride at all, and by ill luck was given one of the most vicious horses in the troop. "remember," said the sergeant, "no one is allowed to dismount without orders." murphy was no sooner in the saddle than he was thrown to the ground. "murphy!" yelled the sergeant, when he discovered him lying breathless on the ground, "you dismounted!" "i did." "did you have orders?" "i did." "from headquarters, i suppose?" "no, sor; from hintquarters." "how dare you come on parade," exclaimed an irish sergeant to a recruit, "before a respictible man loike mysilf smothered from head to foot in graise an' poipe clay? tell me now--answer me when i spake to yez!" the recruit was about to excuse himself for his condition when the sergeant stopped him. "dare yez to answer me when i puts a question to yez?" he cried. "hould yer lyin' tongue, and open your face at yer peril! tell me now, what have ye been doin' wid yer uniform an' arms an' bills? not a word, or i'll clap yez in the guardroom. when i axes yez anything an' yez spakes i'll have yez tried for insolence to yer superior officer, but if yez don't answer when i questions yez, i'll have yez punished for disobedience of orders! so, yez see, i have yez both ways!" mistake, error, is the discipline through which we advance.--_channing_. milliners recipe for a milliner: to a presence that's much more than queenly, add a manner that's quite vere de vere; you feel like a worm in her sight when she says, "only $ , my dear!" --_life_. millionaires recipe for a multi-millionaire: take a boy with bare feet as a starter add thrift and sobriety, mixed-- flavor with quarts of religion, and see that the tariff is fixed. --_life_. millionaire (to a beggar)--"be off with you this minute!" beggar--"look 'ere, mister; the only difference between you and me is that you are makin' your second million, while i am still workin' at my first." "now that you have made $ , , , i suppose you are going to keep right on for the purpose of trying to get a hundred millions?" "no, sir. you do me an injustice. i'm going to put in the rest of my time trying to get my conscience into a satisfactory condition." "when i was a young man," said mr. cumrox, "i thought nothing of working twelve or fourteen hours a day." "father," replied the young man with sporty clothes, "i wish you wouldn't mention it. those non-union sentiments are liable to make you unpopular." no good man ever became suddenly rich.--_syrus_. and all to leave what with his toil he won, to that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son. --_dryden_. _see also_ capitalists. minorities stepping out between the acts at the first production of one of his plays, bernard shaw said to the audience: "what do you think of it?" this startled everybody for the time being, but presently a man in the pit assembled his scattered wits and cried: "rotten!" shaw made a curtsey and melted the house with one of his irish smiles. "my friend," he said, shrugging his shoulders and indicating the crowd in front, "i quite agree with you, but what are we two against so many?" misers there was an old man of nantucket who kept all his cash in a bucket; but his daughter, named nan, ran away with a man-- and as for the bucket, nantucket. a mere madness, to live like a wretch, and die rich.--_robert burton_. missionaries she--"poor cousin jack! and to be eaten by those wretched cannibals!" he--"yes, my dear child; but he gave them their first taste in religion!" at a meeting of the women's foreign missionary society in a large city church a discussion arose among the members present as to the race of people that inhabited a far-away land. some insisted that they were not a man-eating people; others that they were known to be cannibals. however, the question was finally decided by a minister's widow, who said: "i beg pardon for interrupting, mrs. chairman, but i can assure you that they are cannibals. my husband was a missionary there and they ate him." missions "what in the world are you up to, hilda?" exclaimed mrs. bale, as she entered the nursery where her six-year-old daughter was stuffing broken toys, headless dolls, ragged clothes and general debris into an open box. "why, mother," cried hilda, "can't you see? i'm packing a missionary box just the way the ladies do; and it's all right," she added reassuringly, "i haven't put in a single thing that's any good at all!" mistaken identity there was a young fellow named paul, who went to a fancy dress ball; they say, just for fun he dressed up like a bun, and was "et" by a dog in the hall. a scottish woman, who was spending her holidays in london, entered a bric-a-brac shop, in search of something odd to take home to scotland with her. after she had inspected several articles, but had found none to suit her, she noticed a quaint figure, the head and shoulders of which appeared above the counter. "what is that japanese idol over there worth?" she inquired of the salesman. the salesman's reply was given in a subdued tone: "about half a million, madam. that's the proprietor!" the late james mcneil whistler was standing bareheaded in a hat shop, the clerk having taken his hat to another part of the shop for comparison. a man rushed in with his hat in his hand, and, supposing whistler to be a clerk angrily confronted him. "see here," he said, "this hat doesn't fit." whistler eyed the stranger critically from head to foot, and then drawled out: "well, neither does your coat. what's more, if you'll pardon my saying so, i'll be hanged if i care much for the color of your trousers." the steamer was on the point of leaving, and the passengers lounged on the deck and waited for the start. at length one of them espied a cyclist in the far distance, and it soon became evident that he was doing his level best to catch the boat. already the sailors' hands were on the gangways, and the cyclist's chance looked small indeed. then a sportive passenger wagered a sovereign to a shilling that he would miss it. the offer was taken, and at once the deck became a scene of wild excitement. "he'll miss it." "no; he'll just do it." "come on!" "he won't do it." "yes, he will. he's done it. hurrah!" in the very nick of time the cyclist arrived, sprang off his machine, and ran up the one gangway left. "cast off!" he cried. it was the captain. much to the curious little girl's disgust, her elder sister and her girl friends had quickly closed the door of the back parlor, before she could wedge her small self in among them. she waited uneasily for a little while, then she knocked. no response. she knocked again. still no attention. her curiosity could be controlled no longer. "dodo!" she called in staccato tones as she knocked once again. "'tain't me! it's mamma!" mollycoddles "tommy, why don't you play with frank any more?" asked tommy's mother, who noticed that he was cultivating the acquaintance of a new boy on the block. "i thought you were such good chums." "we was," replied tommy superciliously, "but he's a mollycoddle. he paid t' git into the ball-grounds." money in some of the college settlements there are penny savings banks for children. one saturday a small boy arrived with an important air and withdrew cents from his account. monday morning he promptly returned the money. "so you didn't spend your cents?" observed the worker in charge. "oh, no," he replied, "but a fellow just likes to have a little cash on hand over sunday." _see also_ domestic finance. moral education two little boys, four and five years old respectively, were playing quietly, when the one of four years struck the other on his cheek. an interested bystander stepped up and asked him why he had hit the other who had done nothing. "well," replied the pugilistic one, "last sunday our lesson in sunday-school was about if a fellow hit you on the left cheek turn the other and get another crack, and i just wanted to see if bobbie knew his lesson." mosquitoes senator gore, of oklahoma, while addressing a convention in oklahoma city recently, told this story, illustrating a point he made: "a northern gentleman was being entertained by a southern colonel on a fishing-trip. it was his first visit to the south, and the mosquitoes were so bothersome that he was unable to sleep, while at the same time he could hear his friend snoring audibly. "the next morning he approached the old darky who was doing the cooking. "'jim,' he said, 'how is it the colonel is able to sleep so soundly with so many mosquitoes around?' "'i'll tell yo', boss,' the darky replied, 'de fust part of de night de kernel is too full to pay any 'tenshum to de skeeters, and de last part of de night de skeeters is too full to pay any 'tenshum to de kernel.'" _see also_ applause; new jersey. mothers while reconnoitering in westmoreland county, virginia, one of general washington's officers chanced upon a fine team of horses driven before a plow by a burly slave. finer animals he had never seen. when his eyes had feasted on their beauty he cried to the driver: "hello good fellow! i must have those horses. they are just such animals as i have been looking for." the black man grinned, rolled up the whites of his eyes, put the lash to the horses' flanks and turned up another furrow in the rich soil. the officer waited until he had finished the row; then throwing back his cavalier cloak the ensign of the rank dazzled the slave's eyes. "better see missus! better see missus!" he cried waving his hand to the south, where above the cedar growth rose the towers of a fine old virginia mansion. the officer turned up the carriage road and soon was rapping the great brass knocker of the front door. quickly the door swung upon its ponderous hinges and a grave, majestic-looking woman confronted the visitor with an air of inquiry. "madam," said the officer doffing his cap and overcome by her dignity, "i have come to claim your horses in the name of the government." "my horses?" said she, bending upon him a pair of eyes born to command. "sir, you cannot have them. my crops are out and i need my horses in the field." "i am sorry," said the officer, "but i must have them, madam. such are the orders of my chief." "your chief? who is your chief, pray?" she demanded with restrained warmth. "the commander of the american army, general george washington," replied the other, squaring his shoulders and swelling his pride. a smile of triumph softened the sternness of the woman's features. "you go and tell general george washington for me," said she, "that his mother says he cannot have her horses." the wagons of "the greatest show on earth" passed up the avenue at daybreak. their incessant rumbling soon awakened ten-year-old billie and five-year-old brother robert. their mother feigned sleep as the two white-robed figures crept past her bed into the hall, on the way to investigate. robert struggled manfully with the unaccustomed task of putting on his clothes. "wait for me, billie," his mother heard him beg. "you'll get ahead of me." "get mother to help you," counseled billie, who was having troubles of his own. mother started to the rescue, and then paused as she heard the voice of her younger, guarded but anxious and insistent. "_you_ ask her, billie. you've known her longer than i have." a little girl, being punished by her mother flew, white with rage, to her desk, wrote on a piece of paper, and then going out in the yard she dug a hole in the ground, put the paper in it and covered it over. the mother, being interested in her child's doings, went out after the little girl had gone away, dug up the paper and read: _dear devil_: please come and take my mamma away. one morning a little girl hung about the kitchen bothering the busy cook to death. the cook lost patience finally. "clear out o' here, ye sassy little brat!" she shouted, thumping the table with a rolling-pin. the little girl gave the cook a haughty look. "i never allow any one but my mother to speak to me like that," she said. the public-spirited lady met the little boy on the street. something about his appearance halted her. she stared at him in her near-sighted way. the lady--"little boy, haven't you any home?" the little boy--"oh, yes'm; i've got a home." the lady--"and loving parents?" the little boy--"yes'm." the lady--"i'm afraid you do not know what love really is. do your parents look after your moral welfare?" the little boy--"yes'm." the lady--"are they bringing you up to be a good and helpful citizen?" the little boy--"yes'm." the lady--"will you ask your mother to come and hear me talk on 'when does a mother's duty to her child begin?' next saturday afternoon, at three o'clock, at lyceum hall?" the little boy (explosively)--"what's th' matter with you ma! don't you know me? i'm your little boy!" here's to the happiest hours of my life-- spent in the arms of another man's wife: my mother! happy he with such a mother! faith in womankind beats with his blood, and trust in all things high comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, he shall not blind his soul with clay. --_tennyson_. women know the way to rear up children (to be just); they know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense, and kissing full sense into empty words; which things are corals to cut life upon, although such trifles. --_e. b. browning_ mothers-in-law justice david j. brewer was asked not long ago by a man. "will you please tell me, sir, what is the extreme penalty for bigamy?" justice brewer smiled and answered: "two mothers-in-law." she--"and so you are going to be my son-in-law?" he--"by jove! i hadn't thought of that." waiter--"have another glass, sir?" husband (to his wife)--"shall i have another glass, henrietta?" wife (to her mother)--"shall he have another, mother?" a blackmailer wrote the following to a wealthy business man: "send me $ , or i will abduct your mother-in-law." to which the business man replied: "sorry i am short of funds, but your proposition interests me." an undertaker telegraphed to a man that his mother-in-law had died and asked whether he should bury, embalm or cremate her. the man replied, "all three, take no chances." motorcycles the automobile was a thing unheard of to a mountaineer in one community, and he was very much astonished one day when he saw one go by without any visible means of locomotion. his eyes bulged, however, when a motorcycle followed closely in its wake and disappeared like a flash around a bend in the road. "gee whiz!" he said, turning to his son, "who'd 'a' s'posed that thing had a colt?" mountains some real-estate dealers in british columbia were accused of having victimized english and scotch settlers by selling to them (at long range) fruit ranches which were situated on the tops of mountains. it is said that the captain of a steamboat on kootenay lake once heard a great splash in the water. looking over the rail, he spied the head of a man who was swimming toward his boat. he hailed him. "do you know," said the swimmer, "this is the third time to-day that i've fallen off that bally old ranch of mine?" moving pictures "your soldiers look fat and happy. you must have a war chest." "not exactly, but things are on a higher plane than they used to be. this revolution is being financed by a moving-picture concern." muck-raking the way of the transgressor is well written up. mules gen. o.o. howard, as is well known, is a man of deep religious principles, and in the course of the war he divided his time pretty equally between fighting and evangelism. howard's brigade was known all through the army as the christian brigade, and he was very proud of it. there was one hardened old sinner in the brigade, however, whose ears were deaf to all exhortation. general howard was particularly anxious to convert this man, and one day he went down in the teamsters' part of the camp where the man was on duty. he talked with him long and earnestly about religion and finally said: "i want to see you converted. won't you come to the mourners' bench at the next service?" the erring one rubbed his head thoughtfully for a moment and then replied: "general, i'm plumb willin' to be converted, but if i am, seein' that everyone else has got religion, who in blue blazes is goin' to drive the mules?" municipal government "what's the trouble in plunkville?" "we've tried a mayor and we've tried a commission." "well?" "now we're thinking of offering the management of our city to some good magazine." museums it had been anything but an easy afternoon for the teacher who took six of her pupils through the museum of natural history, but their enthusiastic interest in the stuffed animals and their open-eyed wonder at the prehistoric fossils amply repaid her. "well, boys, where have you been all afternoon?" asked the father of two of the party that evening. the answer came back with joyous promptness: "oh, pop! teacher took us to a dead circus." two marylanders, who were visiting the national museum at washington, were seen standing in front of an egyptian mummy, over which hung a placard bearing the inscription. "b.c. ." both visitors were much mystified thereby. said one: "what do you make of that, bill?" "well," said bill, "i dunno; but maybe it was the number of the motor-car that killed him."--_edwin tarrisse_. music the musical young woman who dropped her peekaboo waist in the piano player and turned out a beethoven sonata, has her equal in the lady who stood in front of a five-bar fence and sang all the dots on her veil. a thief broke into a madison avenue mansion early the other morning and found himself in the music-room. hearing footsteps approaching, he took refuge behind a screen. from eight to nine o'clock the eldest daughter had a singing lesson. from nine to ten o'clock the second daughter took a piano lesson. from ten to eleven o'clock the eldest son had a violin lesson. from eleven to twelve o'clock the other son had a lesson on the flute. at twelve-fifteen all the brothers and sisters assembled and studied an ear-splitting piece for voice, piano, violin and flute. the thief staggered out from behind the screen at twelve-forty-five, and falling at their feet, cried: "for heaven's sake, have me arrested!" a lady told swinburne that she would render on the piano a very ancient florentine retornello which had just been discovered. she then played "three blind mice" and swinburne was enchanted. he found that it reflected to perfection the cruel beauty of the medicis--which, perhaps, it does.--_edmund gosse_. the accomplished and obliging pianist had rendered several selections, when one of the admiring group of listeners in the hotel parlor suggested mozart's twelfth mass. several people echoed the request, but one lady was particularly desirous of hearing the piece, explaining that her husband had belonged to that very regiment. dinner was a little late. a guest asked the hostess to play something. seating herself at the piano, the good woman executed a chopin nocturne with precision. she finished, and there was still an interval of waiting to be bridged. in the grim silence she turned to an old gentleman on her right and said: "would you like a sonata before going in to dinner?" he gave a start of surprise and pleasure as he responded briskly: "why, yes, thanks! i had a couple on my way here, but i could stand another." music is the universal language of mankind.--_longfellow_. i even think that, sentimentally, i am disposed to harmony. but organically i am incapable of a tune.--_charles lamb_. there's music in the sighing of a reed; there's music in the gushing of a rill; there's music in all things, if men had ears: their earth is but an echo of the spheres. --_byron_. musicians father--"well, sonny, did you take your dog to the 'vet' next door to your house, as i suggested?" boy--"yes, sir." father-"and what did he say?" boy--"'e said towser was suffering from nerves, so sis had better give up playin' the pianner." the "celebrated pianiste," miss sharpe, had concluded her recital. as the resultant applause was terminating, mrs. rochester observed colonel grayson wiping his eyes. the old gentleman noticed her look, and, thinking it one of inquiry, began to explain the cause of his sadness. "the girl's playing," he told the lady, "reminded me so much of the playing of her father. he used to be a chum of mine in the army of the potomac." "oh, indeed!" cooed mrs. rochester, with a conventional show of interest. "i never knew her father was a piano-player." "he wasn't," replied the colonel. "he was a drummer."--_g.t. evans_. recipe for an orchestra leader: four hundred and twenty-two movements-- emanuel, swedish and swiss-- it's a wonder the hand can keep playing, you'd think they'd die laughing at this! --_life_. 'tis god gives skill, but not without men's hands: he could not make antonio stradivari's violins without antonio. --_george eliot_. names, personal israel zangwill, the well-known writer, signs himself i. zangwill. he was once approached at a reception by a fussy old lady, who demanded, "oh, mr. zangwill, what is your christian name?" "madame, i have none," he gravely assured her.--_john pearson_. friend-"so your great russian actor was a total failure?" manager-"yes. it took all our profits to pay for running the electric light sign with his name on it."--_puck_. a somewhat unpatriotic little son of italy, twelve years old, came to his teacher in the public school and asked if he could not have his name changed. "why do you wish to change your name?" the teacher asked. "i want to be an american. i live in america now. i no longer want to be a dago." "what american name would you like to have?" "i have it here," he said, handing the teacher a dirty scrap of paper on which was written--patrick dennis mccarty. a shy young man once said to a young lady: "i wish dear, that we were on such terms of intimacy that you would not mind calling me by my first name." "oh," she replied, "your second name is good enough for me." an american travelling in europe engaged a courier. arriving at an inn in austria, the man asked his servant to enter his name in accordance with the police regulations of that country. some time after, the man asked the servant if he had complied with his orders. "yes, sir," was the reply. "how did you write my name?" asked the master. "well, sir, i can't pronounce it," answered the servant, "but i copied it from your portmanteau, sir." "why, my name isn't there. bring me the book." the register was brought, and, instead of the plain american name of two syllables, the following entry was revealed: "monsieur warranted solid leather." --_m.a. hitchcock_. the story is told of helen hunt, the famous author of "ramona," that one morning after church service she found a purse full of money and told her pastor about it. "very well," he said, "you keep it, and at the evening service i will announce it," which he did in this wise: "this morning there was found in this church a purse filled with money. if the owner is present he or she can go to helen hunt for it." and the minister wondered why the congregation tittered! a street-car "masher" tried in every way to attract the attention of the pretty young girl opposite him. just as he had about given up, the girl, entirely unconscious of what had been going on, happened to glance in his direction. the "masher" immediately took fresh courage. "it's cold out to-day, isn't it?" he ventured. the girl smiled and nodded assent, but had nothing to say. "my name is specknoodle," he volunteered. "oh, i am so sorry," she said sympathetically, as she left the car. the comedian came on with affected diffidence. "at our last stand," quoth he, "i noticed a man laughing while i was doing my turn. honest, now! my, how he laughed! he laughed until he split. till he split, mind you. thinks i to myself, i'll just find out about the man and so, when the show was over, i went up to him. "my friend," says i, "i've heard that there's nothing in a name, but are you not one of the wood family?" "i am," says he, "and what's more, my grandfather was a pine!" "no wood, you know, splits any easier than a pine."--_ramsey benson_. "but eliza," said the mistress, "your little boy was christened george washington. why do you call him izaak walton? walton, you know, was the famous fisherman." "yes'm," answered eliza, "but dat chile's repetashun fo' telling de troof made dat change imper'tive." the mother of the girl baby, herself named rachel, frankly told her husband that she was tired of the good old names borne by most of the eminent members of the family, and she would like to give the little girl a name entirely different. then she wrote on a slip of paper "eugénie," and asked her husband if he didn't think that was a pretty name. the father studied the name for a moment and then said: "vell, call her yousheenie, but i don't see vat you gain by it." there was a great swell in japan, whose name on a tuesday began; it lasted through sunday till twilight on monday, and sounded like stones in a can. he was a young lawyer who had just started practicing in a small town and hung his sign outside of his office door. it read: "a. swindler." a stranger who called to consult him saw the sign and said: "my goodness, man, look at that sign! don't you see how it reads? put in your first name--alexander, ambrose or whatever it is." "oh, yes i know," said the lawyer resignedly, "but i don't exactly like to do it." "why not?" asked the client. "it looks mighty bad as it is. what is your first name?" "adam." who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, the power of grace, the magic of a name. --_campbell_. natives friend (admiring the prodigy)--"seventh standard, is she? plays the planner an' talks french like a native, i'll bet." fond but "touchy" parent--"i've no doubt that's meant to be very funny, bill smith; but as it 'appens you're only exposin' your ignorance; they ain't natives in france--they're as white as wot we are."--_sketch_. nature lovers "would you mind tooting your factory whistle a little?" "what for?" "for my father over yonder in the park. he's a trifle deaf and he hasn't heard a robin this summer." navigation the fog was dense and the boat had stopped when the old lady asked the captain why he didn't go on. "can't see up the river, madam." "but, captain," she persisted, "i can see the stars overhead." "yes, ma'am," said the captain, "but until the boilers bust we ain't goin' that way." neatness the neatness of the new england housekeeper is a matter of common remark, and husbands in that part of the country are supposed to appreciate their advantages. a bit of dialogue reported as follows shows that there may be another side to the matter. "martha, have you wiped the sink dry yet?" asked the farmer, as he made final preparations for the night. "yes, josiah," she replied. "why do you ask?" "well, i did want a drink, but i guess i can get along until morning." negroes a colored girl asked the drug clerk for "ten cents' wuth o' cou't-plaster." "what color," he asked. "flesh cullah, suh." whereupon the clerk proffered a box of black court plaster. the girl opened the box with a deliberation that was ominous, but her face was unruffled as she noted the color of the contents and said: "i ast for flesh cullah, an' you done give me skin cullah." a cart containing a number of negro field hands was being drawn by a mule. the driver, a darky of about twenty, was endeavoring to induce the mule to increase its speed, when suddenly the animal let fly with its heels and dealt him such a kick on the head that he was stretched on the ground in a twinkling. he lay rubbing his woolly pate where the mule had kicked him. "is he hurt?" asked a stranger anxiously of an older negro who had jumped from the conveyance and was standing over the prostrate driver. "no, boss," was the older man's reply; "dat mule will probably walk kind o' tendah for a day or two, but he ain't hurt." in certain parts of the west indies the negroes speak english with a broad brogue. they are probably descended from the slaves of the irish adventurers who accompanied the spanish settlers. a gentleman from dublin upon arriving at a west indian port was accosted by a burly negro fruit vender with, "th, top uv th' mornin' to ye, an' would ye be after wantin' to buy a bit o' fruit, sor?" the irishman stared at him in amazement. "an' how long have ye been here?" he finally asked. "goin' on three months, yer honor," said the vender, thinking of the time he had left his inland home. "three months, is it? only three months an' as black as thot? faith, i'll not land!" dinah, crying bitterly, was coming down the street with her feet bandaged. "why, what on earth's the matter?" she was asked. "how did you hurt your feet, dinah?" "dat good fo' nothin' nigger [sniffle] done hit me on de haid wif a club while i was standin' on de hard stone pavement." "'liza, what fo' yo' buy dat udder box of shoe-blacknin'?" "go on, nigga', dat ain't shoe-blacknin', dat's ma massage cream!" "johnny," said the mother as she vigorously scrubbed the small boy's face with soap and water, "didn't i tell you never to blacken your face again? here i've been scrubbing for half an hour and it won't come off." "i--i--ouch!" sputtered the small boy; "i ain't your little boy. i--ouch! i'se mose, de colored lady's little boy." the day before she was to be married an old negro servant came to her mistress and intrusted her savings to her keeping. "why should i keep your money for you? i thought you were going to be married?" said the mistress. "so i is, missus, but do you 'spose i'd keep all dis yer money in de house wid dat strange nigger?" a southern colonel had a colored valet by the name of george. george received nearly all the colonel's cast-off clothing. he had his eyes on a certain pair of light trousers which were not wearing out fast enough to suit him, so he thought he would hasten matters somewhat by rubbing grease on one knee. when the colonel saw the spot, he called george and asked if he had noticed it. george said, "yes, sah, colonel, i noticed dat spot and tried mighty hard to get it out, but i couldn't." "have you tried gasoline?" the colonel asked. "yes, sah, colonel, but it didn't do no good." "have you tried brown paper and a hot iron?" "yes, sah, colonel, i'se done tried 'mos' everything i knows of, but dat spot wouldn't come out." "well, george, have you tried ammonia?" the colonel asked as a last resort. "no, sah, colonel, i ain't tried 'em on yet, but i knows dey'll fit." a negro went into a hardware shop and asked to be shown some razors, and after critically examining those submitted to him the would-be purchaser was asked why he did not try a "safety," to which he replied: "i ain' lookin' for that kind. i wants this for social purposes." before a house where a colored man had died, a small darkey was standing erect at one side of the door. it was about time for the services to begin, and the parson appeared from within and said to the darkey: "de services are about to begin. aren't you a-gwine in?" "i'se would if i'se could, parson," answered the little negro, "but yo' see i'se de crape." _see also_ chicken stealing. neighbors the man at the door--"madame, i'm the piano-tuner." the woman--"i didn't send for a piano-tuner." the man--"i know it, lady; the neighbors did." new jersey "you must have had a terrible experience with no food, and mosquitoes swarming around you," i said to the shipwrecked mariner who had been cast upon the jersey sands. "you just bet i had a terrible experience," he acknowledged. "my experience was worse than that of the man who wrote 'water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.' with me it was bites, bites everywhere, but not a bite to eat." new york city at a convention of methodist bishops held in washington, the bishop of new york made a stirring address extolling the powers and possibilities of his state. bishop hamilton, of california, like all good californians, is imbued with the conviction that it would be hard to equal a place he knows of on the pacific, and following the bishop of new york he gave a glowing picture of california, concluding: "not only is it the best place on earth to live in, but it has superior advantages, too, as a place to die in; for there we have at our threshold the beautiful golden gate, while in new york they only have--well, you know which gate it is over at new york!" one night dave warfield was playing at david belasco's new theatre, supported by one of mr. belasco's new companies. the performance ran with a smoothness of a standard oil lawyer explaining rebates to a federal court. a worthy person of the farming classes, sitting in g , was plainly impressed. in an interval between the acts he turned to the metropolitan who had the seat next him. "where do all them troopers come from?" he inquired. "i don't think i understand," said the city-dweller. "i mean them actors up yonder on the stage," explained the man from afar. "was they brought on specially for this show, or do they live here?" "i believe most of them live here in town," said the new yorker. "well, they do purty blamed well for home talent," said the stranger. a traveler in tennessee came across an aged negro seated in front of his cabin door basking in the sunshine. "he could have walked right on the stage for an uncle tom part without a line of makeup," says the traveler. "he must have been eighty years of age." "good morning, uncle," says the stranger. "mornin', sah! mornin'," said the aged one. then he added, "be you the gentleman over yonder from new york?" being told that such was the case the old darky said; "do you mind telling me something that has been botherin' my old haid? i have got a grandson--he runs on the pullman cyars--and he done tell me that up thar in new york you-all burn up youah folks when they die. he is a poherful liar, and i don't believe him." "yes," replied the other, "that is the truth in some cases. we call it cremation." "well, you suttenly surprise me," said the negro and then he paused as if in deep reflection. finally he said: "you-all know i am a baptist. i believe in the resurrection and the life everlastin' and the coming of the angel gabriel and the blowin' of that great horn, and lawdy me, how am they evah goin' to find them folks on that great mawnin'?" it was too great a task for an offhand answer, and the suggestion was made that the aged one consult his minister. again the negro fell into a brown study, and then he raised his head and his eyes twinkled merrily, and he said in a soft voice: "meanin' no offense, sah, but from what ah have heard about new york i kinder calcerlate they is a lot of them new york people that doan' wanter be found on that mornin'." news soon after the installation of the telegraph in fredericksburg, virginia, a little darky, the son of my father's mammy, saw a piece of newspaper that had blown up on the telegraph wires and caught there. running to my grandmother in a great state of excitement, he cried, "miss liza, come quick! dem wires done buss and done let all the news out!"--_sue m.m. halsey_. "our whole neighborhood has been stirred up," said the regular reader. the editor of the country weekly seized his pen. "tell me about it," he said. "what we want is news. what stirred it up?" "plowing," said the farmer. there is nothing new except what is forgotten.--_mademoiselle berlin_. newspapers a kind old gentleman seeing a small boy who was carrying a lot of newspapers under his arm said: "don't all those papers make you tired, my boy?" "naw, i don't read 'em," replied the lad. vox populi--"do you think you've boosted your circulation by giving a year's subscription for the biggest potato raised in the county?" the editor--"mebbe not; but i got four barrels of samples." colonel highflyer--"what are your rates per column?" editor of "swell society"--"for insertion or suppression?"--_life_. editor--"you wish a position as a proofreader?" applicant--"yes, sir." "do you understand the requirements of that responsible position?" "perfectly, sir. whenever you make any mistakes in the paper, just blame 'em on me, and i'll never say a word." a prominent montana newspaper man was making the round of the insane asylum of that state in an official capacity as an inspector. one of the inmates mistook him for a recent arrival. "what made you go crazy?" "i was trying to make money out of the newspaper business," replied the editor, to humor the demented one. "rats, you're not crazy; you're just a plain darn fool," was the lunatic's comment. "did you write this report on my lecture, 'the curse of whiskey'?" "yes, madam." "then kindly explain what you mean by saying, 'the lecturer was evidently full of her subject!'" we clip the following for the benefit of those who doubt the power of the press: "owing to the overcrowded condition of our columns, a number of births and deaths are unavoidably postponed this week." "binks has sued us for libel," announced the assistant editor of the sensational paper. the managing editor's face brightened. "tell him," he said, "that if he will put up a strong fight we'll cheerfully pay the damages and charge them up to the advertising account." booth tarkington says that in no state have the newspapers more "journalistic enterprise" than in his native indiana. while stopping at a little hoosier hotel in the course of a hunting trip mr. tarkington lost one of his dogs. "have you a newspaper in town?" he asked of the landlord. "right across the way, there, back of the shoemaker's," the landlord told him. "the _daily news_--best little paper of its size in the state." the editor, the printer, and the printer's devil were all busy doing justice to mr. tarkington with an "in-our-midst" paragraph when the novelist arrived. "i've just lost a dog," tarkington explained after he had introduced himself, "and i'd like to have you insert this ad for me: 'fifty dollars reward for the return of a pointer dog answering to the name of rex. disappeared from the yard of the mansion house monday night.'" "why, we are just going to press, sir," the editor said, "but we'll be only too glad to hold the edition for your ad." mr. tarkington returned to the hotel. after a few minutes he decided, however, that it might be well to add, "no questions asked" to his advertisement, and returned to the _daily news_ office. the place was deserted, save for the skinny little freckle-faced devil, who sat perched on a high stool, gazing wistfully out of the window. "where is everybody?" tarkington asked. "gawn to hunt for th' dawg," replied the boy. "you are the greatest inventor in the world," exclaimed a newspaper man to alexander graham bell. "oh, no, my friend, i'm not," said professor bell. "i've never been a reporter." not long ago a city editor in ottumwa, iowa, was told over the telephone that a prominent citizen had just died suddenly. he called a reporter and told him to rush out and get the "story." twenty minutes later the reporter returned, sat down at his desk, and began to rattle off copy on his typewriter. "well, what about it?" asked the city editor. "oh, nothing much," replied the reporter, without looking up. "he was walking along the street when he suddenly clasped his hands to his heart and said, 'i'm going to die!' then he leaned up against a fence and made good." enraged over something the local newspaper had printed about him, a subscriber burst into the editor's office in search of the responsible reporter. "who are you?" he demanded, glaring at the editor, who was also the main stockholder. "i'm the newspaper," was the calm reply. "and who are you?" he next inquired, turning his resentful gaze on the chocolate-colored office-devil clearing out the waste basket. "me?" rejoined the darky, grinning from ear to ear. "ah guess ah's de cul'ud supplement." four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets.--_napoleon i_. newspapers always excite curiosity. no one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment.--_charles lamb_. obesity _see_ corpulence. obituaries if you have frequent fainting spells, accompanied by chills, cramps, corns, bunions, chilblains, epilepsy and jaundice, it is a sign that you are not well, but liable to die any minute. pay your subscription in advance and thus make yourself solid for a good obituary notice.--_mountain echo_. _see_ also epitaphs. observation in his daily half hour confidential talk with his boy an ambitious father tried to give some good advice. "be observing, my son," said the father on one occasion. "cultivate the habit of seeing, and you will be a successful man. study things and remember them. don't go through the world blindly. learn to use your eyes. boys who are observing know a great deal more than those who are not." willie listened in silence. several days later when the entire family, consisting of his mother, aunt and uncle, were present, his father said: "well, willie, have you kept using your eyes as i advised you to do?" willie nodded, and after a moment's hesitation said: "i've seen a few things right around the house. uncle jim's got a bottle of hair dye hid under his trunk, aunt jennie's got an extra set of teeth in her dresser, ma's got some curls in her hat, and pa's got a deck of cards and a box of chips behind the books in the secretary." occupations mrs. hennessey, who was a late arrival in the neighborhood, was entertaining a neighbor one afternoon, when the latter inquired: "an' what does your old man do, mrs. hennessey?" "sure, he's a di'mond-cuttter." "ye don't mane it!" "yis; he cuts th' grass off th' baseball grounds."--_l.f. clarke_. all business men are apt to use the technical terms of their daily labors in situations outside of working hours. one time a railroad man was entertaining his pastor at dinner and his sons, who had to wait until their elders had finished got into mischief. at the end of the meal, their father excused himself for a moment saying he had to "switch some empties." "professor," said miss skylight, "i want you to suggest a course in life for me. i have thought of journalism--" "what are your own inclinations?" "oh, my soul yearns and throbs and pulsates with an ambition to give the world a life-work that shall be marvelous in its scope, and weirdly entrancing in the vastness of its structural beauty!" "woman, you're born to be a milliner." a woman, when asked her husband's occupation, said he was a mixologist. the city directory called him a bartender. "a good turkey dinner and mince pie," said a well-known after-dinner orator, "always puts us in a lethargic mood--makes us feel, in fact, like the natives of nola chucky. in nola chucky one day i said to a man: "'what is the principal occupation of this town?' "'wall, boss,' the man answered, yawning, 'in winter they mostly sets on the east side of the house and follers the sun around to the west, and in summer they sets on the west side and follers the shade around to the east.'" jones--"how'd this happen? the last time i was here you were running a fish-market, and now you've got a cheese-shop." smith--"yes. well, you see the doctor said i needed a change of air." the ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. now, if i were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people i could work for with a great deal of enjoyment--_douglas jerrold_. ocean a resident of nahant tells this one on a new servant his wife took down from boston. "did you sleep well, mary?" the girl was asked the following morning. "sure, i did not, ma'am," was the reply; "the snorin' of the ocean kept me awake all night." love the sea? i dote upon it--from the beach.--_douglas jerrold_. i never was on the dull, tame shore, but i loved the great sea more and more. --_barry cornwall_. office boys "have you had any experience as an office-boy?" "i should say i had, mister; why, i'm a dummy director in three mining-companies now." office-seekers a gentleman, not at all wealthy, who had at one time represented in congress, through a couple of terms a district not far from the national capitol, moved to california where in a year or so he rose to be sufficiently prominent to become a congressional subject, and he was visited by the central committee of his district to be talked to. "we want you," said the spokesman, "to accept the nomination for congress." "i can't do it, gentlemen," he responded promptly. "you must," the spokesman demanded. "but i can't," he insisted. "i'm too poor." "oh, that will be all right; we've got plenty of money for the campaign." "but that is nothing," contended the gentleman; "it's the expense in washington. i've been there, and know all about it." "well you didn't lose by it, and it doesn't cost any more because you come from california." the gentleman became very earnest. "doesn't it?" he exclaimed in a business-like tone. "why my dear sirs, i used to have to send home every month about half a dozen busted office-seeker constituents, and the fare was only $ apiece, and i could stand it, but it would cost me over $ a head to send them out here, and i'm no millionaire; therefore, as much as i regret it, i must insist on declining." "on a trip to washington," said col. w.f. cody. "i had for a companion sousa, the band leader. we had berths opposite each other. early one morning as we approached the capital i thought i would have a little fun. i got a morning paper, and, after rustling it a few minutes, i said to sousa: "'that's the greatest order cleveland has just issued!' "'what's that?' came from the opposite berth. "'why he's ordered all the office-seekers rounded up at the depot and sent home.' "you should have seen the general consternation that ensued. from almost every berth on the car a head came out from between the curtains, and with one accord nearly every man shouted: 'what's that?'" old age _see_ age. old masters _see_ paintings. onions can the burbanks of the glorious west either make or buy or sell an onion with an onion's taste but with a violet's smell? she--"they say that an apple a day will keep the doctor away." he--"why stop there? an onion a day will keep everybody away." opera "which do you consider the most melodious wagnerian opera?" asked mrs. cumrox. "there are several i haven't heard, aren't there?" rejoined her husband. "yes." "then i guess it's one of them." opportunity many a man creates his own lack of opportunities.--_life_. who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd, shall never find it more. --_shakespeare_. in life's small things be resolute and great to keep thy muscles trained; know'st thou when fate thy measure takes? or when she'll say to thee, "i find thee worthy, do this thing for me!" --_emerson_. optimism optimism is worry on a spree.--_judge_. an optimist is a man who doesn't care what happens just so is doesn't happen to him. an optimist is the fellow who doesn't know what's coming to him.--_j.j. o'connell_. an optimist is a woman who thinks that everything is for the best, and that she is the best.-_judge_. a political optimist is a fellow who can make sweet, pink lemonade out of the bitter yellow fruit which his opponents hand him. mayor william s. jordan, at a democratic banquet in jacksonville, said of optimism: "let us cultivate optimism and hopefulness. there is nothing like it. the optimistic man can see a bright side to everything--everything. "a missionary in a slum once laid his hand on a man's shoulder and said: "'friend, do you hear the solemn ticking of that clock? tick-tack; tick-tack. and oh, friend, do you know what day it inexorably and relentlessly brings nearer?" "'yes-pay day,' the other, an honest, optimistic workingman, replied." a scotsman who has a keen appreciation of the strong characteristics of his countrymen delights in the story of a druggist known both for his thrift and his philosophy. once he was aroused from a deep sleep by the ringing of his night bell. he went down to his little shop and sold a dose of rather nauseous medicine to a distressed customer. "what profit do you make out of that?" grumbled his wife. "a ha'penny," was the cheerful answer. "and for that bit of money you'll lie awake maybe an hour," she said impatiently. "never grumble o'er that, woman," was his placid answer. "the dose will keep him awake all night. we must thank heaven we ha' the profit and none o' the pain o' this transaction." a german shoemaker left the gas turned on in his shop one night and upon arriving in the morning struck a match to light it. there was a terrific explosion, and the shoemaker was blown out through the door almost to the middle of the street. a passer-by rushed to his assistance, and, after helping him to rise, inquired if he was injured. the little german gazed at his place of business, which was now burning quite briskly, and said: "no, i ain't hurt. but i got out shust in time, eh?" my own hope is, a sun will pierce the thickest cloud earth ever stretched; that, after last, returns the first, tho' a wide compass round be fetched; that what began best, can't prove worst, nor what god blessed once, prove accursed. --_browning_. orators it is narrated that colonel breckenridge, meeting majah buffo'd on the streets of lexington one day asked: "what's the meaning, suh, of the conco's befor' the co't house?" to which the majah replied: "general buckneh is making a speech. general buckneh suh, is a bo'n oratah." "what do you mean by bo'n oratah?" "if you or i, suh, were asked how much two and two make, we would reply 'foh.' when this is asked of a bo'n oratah, he replies: 'when in the co'se of human events it becomes necessary to take an integah of the second denomination and add it, suh, to an integah of the same denomination, the result, suh--and i have the science of mathematics to back me up in my judgment--the result, suh, and i say it without feah of successful contradiction, suh-the result is fo'' that's a bo'n oratah." when demosthenes was asked what was the first part of oratory, he answered, "action," and which was the second, he replied, "action," and which was the third, he still answered "action."--_plutarch_. outdoor life one day, in the spring of ' , cap smith's freight outfit pulled into helena, montana. after unloading the freight, the "mule-skinners," to a man, repaired to the combination gambling house and proceeded to load themselves. late in the afternoon, zeb white, smith's oldest skinner, having exchanged all of his hard coin for liquid refreshment, zigzagged into the corral, crawled under a wagon, and went to sleep. after supper, smith, making his nightly rounds, happened on the sleeping zeb. "kinder chilly, ain't it?" he asked, after earnestly prodding zeb with a convenient stick. "i reckon 'tis," zeb drowsily mumbled. "ain't yer 'fraid ye'll freeze?" '"tis cold, ain't it? say, cap, jest throw on another wagon, will yer?" painting _see_ art. paintings she had engaged a maid recently from the country, and was now employed in showing her newly acquired treasure over the house and enlightening her in regard to various duties, etc. at last they reached the best room. "these," said the mistress of the house, pausing before an extensive row of masculine portraits, "are very valuable, and you must be very careful when dusting. they are old masters." mary's jaw dropped, and a look of intense wonder overspread her rubicund face. "lor', mum," she gasped, gazing with bulging eyes on the face of her new employer, "lor', mum, who'd ever 'ave thought you'd been married all these times!" a picture is a poem without words.--_cornificus_. panics one night at a theatre some scenery took fire, and a very perceptible odor of burning alarmed the spectators. a panic seemed to be imminent, when an actor appeared on the stage. "ladies and gentlemen," he said, "compose yourselves. there is no danger." the audience did not seem reassured. "ladies and gentlemen," continued the comedian, rising to the necessity of the occasion, "confound it all--do you think if there was any danger i'd be here?" the panic collapsed. parents william, aged five, had been reprimanded by his father for interrupting while his father was telling his mother about the new telephone for their house. he sulked awhile, then went to his mother, and, patting her on the cheeks, said, "mother dear, i love you." "don't you love me too?" asked his father. without glancing at him, william said disdainfully, "the wire's busy." "what does your mother say when you tell her those dreadful lies?" "she says i take after father." "a little lad was desperately ill, but refused to take the medicine the doctor had left. at last his mother gave him up. "oh, my boy will die; my boy will die," she sobbed. but a voice spoke from the bed, "don't cry, mother. father'll be home soon and he'll make me take it." mrs. white was undoubtedly the disciplinarian of the family. the master of the house, a professor, and consequently a very busy man, was regarded by the children as one of themselves, subject to the laws of "mother." mrs. white had been ill for some weeks and although the father felt that the children were showing evidence of running wild, he seemed powerless to correct the fault. one evening at dinner, however, he felt obliged to reprimand marion severely. "marion," he said, sternly, "stop that at once, or i shall take you from the table and punish you soundly." he experienced a feeling of profound satisfaction in being able to thus reprove when it was necessary and glanced across the table expecting to see a very demure little miss. instead, marion and her little brother exchanged glances and then simultaneously a grin overspread their faces, while marion said in a mirthful tone: "oh, francis, hear father trying to talk like mother!" robert has lately acquired a stepmother. hoping to win his affection this new parent has been very lenient with him, while his father, feeling his responsibility, has been unusually strict. the boys of the neighborhood, who had taken pains to warn robert of the terrible character of stepmothers in general, recently waited on him in a body, and the following conversation was overheard: "how do you like your stepmother, bob?" "like her! why fellers, i just love her. all i wish is i had a stepfather, too." "well, bobby, what do you want to be when you grow up?" bobby (remembering private seance in the wood-shed)--"a orphan." little eleanor's mother was an american, while her father was a german. one day, after eleanor had been subjected to rather severe disciplinary measures at the hands of her father, she called her mother into another room, closed the door significantly, and said: "mother, i don't want to meddle in your business, but i wish you'd send that husband of yours back to germany." the lawyer was sitting at his desk absorbed in the preparation of a brief. so bent was he on his work that he did not hear the door as it was pushed gently open, nor see the curly head that was thrust into his office. a little sob attracted his notice, and, turning he saw a face that was streaked with tears and told plainly that feelings had been hurt. "well, my little man, did you want to see me?" "are you a lawyer?" "yes. what do you want?" "i want"--and there was resolute ring in his voice--"i want a divorce from my papa and mama." parrots pat had but a limited knowledge of the bird kingdom. one day, walking down the street, he noticed a green bird in a cage, talking and singing. thinking to pet it he stroked its head. the bird turned quickly, screaming, "hello! what do you want?" pat shied off like a frightened horse, lifting his hat and bowing politely as he stuttered out: "ex-excuse me s-sir, i thought you was a burrd!" partnership a west virginia darky, a blacksmith, recently announced a change in his business as follows: "notice--de co-pardnership heretofore resisting between me and mose skinner is hereby resolved. dem what owe de firm will settle wid me, and dem what de firm owes will settle wid mose." passwords "i want to change my password," said the man who had for two years rented a safety-deposit box. "very well," replied the man in charge. "what is the old one?" "gladys." "and what do you wish the new one to be?" "mabel. gladys has gone to reno." senator tillman not long ago piloted a plain farmer-constituent around the capitol for a while, and then, having some work to do on the floor, conducted him to the senate gallery. after an hour or so the visitor approached a gallery door-keeper and said: "my name is swate. i am a friend of senator tillman. he brought me here and i want to go out and look around a bit. i though i would tell you so i can get back in." "that's all right," said the doorkeeper, "but i may not be here when you return. in order to prevent any mistake i will give you the password so you can get your seat again." swate's eyes rather popped out at this. "what's the word?" he asked. "idiosyncrasy." "what?" "idiosyncrasy." "i guess i'll stay in," said swate. patience "your husband seems to be very impatient lately." "yes, he is, very." "what is the matter with him?" "he is getting tired waiting for a chance to get out where he can sit patiently hour after hour waiting for a fish to nibble at his bait." patriotism general gordon, the confederate commander, used to tell the following story: he was sitting by the roadside one blazing hot day when a dilapidated soldier, his clothing in rags, a shoe lacking, his head bandaged, and his arm in a sling, passed him. he was soliloquizing in this manner: "i love my country. i'd fight for my country. i'd starve and go thirsty for my country. i'd die for my country. but if ever this damn war is over i'll never love another country!" a snobbish young englishman visiting washington's home at mount vernon was so patronizing as to arouse the wrath of guards and caretakers; but it remained for "shep" wright, an aged gardener and one of the first scouts of the confederate army, to settle the gentleman. approaching "shep," the englishman said: "ah--er--my man, the hedge! yes, i see, george got this hedge from dear old england." "reckon he did," replied "shep". "he got this whole blooming country from england." speaking of the policy of the government of the united states with respect to its troublesome neighbors in central and south america, "uncle joe" cannon told of a missouri congressman who is decidedly opposed to any interference in this regard by our country. it seems that this spring the missourian met an englishman at washington with whom he conversed touching affairs in the localities mentioned. the westerner asserted his usual views with considerable forcefulness, winding up with this observation: "the whole trouble is that we americans need a ---- good licking!" "you do, indeed!" promptly asserted the britisher, as if pleased by the admission. but his exultation was of brief duration, for the missouri man immediately concluded with: "but there ain't nobody can do it!" a number of confederate prisoners, during the civil war, were detained at one of the western military posts under conditions much less unpleasant than those to be found in the ordinary military prison. most of them appreciated their comparatively good fortune. one young fellow, though, could not be reconciled to association with yankees under any circumstances, and took advantage of every opportunity to express his feelings. he was continually rubbing it in about the battle of chickamauga, which had just been fought with such disastrous results for the union forces. "maybe we didn't eat you up at chickamauga!" was the way he generally greeted a bluecoat. the union men, when they could stand it no longer, reported the matter to general grant. grant summoned the prisoner. "see here," said grant, "i understand that you are continually insulting the men here with reference to the battle of chickamauga. they have borne with you long enough, and i'm going to give you your choice of two things. you will either take the oath of allegiance to the united states, or be sent to a northern prison. choose." the prisoner was silent for some time. "well," he said at last, in a resigned tone, "i reckon, general, i'll take the oath." the oath was duly administered. turning to grant, the fellow then asked, very penitently, if he might speak. "yes," said the general indifferently. "what is it?" "why, i was just thinkin', general," he drawled, "they certainly did give us hell at chickamauga." historical controversies are creeping into the schools. in a new york public institution attended by many races, during an examination in history the teacher asked a little chap who discovered america. he was evidently thrown into a panic and hesitated, much to the teacher's surprise, to make any reply. "oh, please, ma'am," he finally stammered, "ask me somethin' else." "something else, jimmy? why should i do that?" "the fellers was talkin' 'bout it yesterday," replied jimmy, "pat mcgee said it was discovered by an irish saint. olaf, he said it was a sailor from norway, and giovanni said it was columbus, an' if you'd a-seen what happened you wouldn't ask a little feller like me." our country! when right to be kept right; when wrong to be put right!--_carl schurz_. our country! in her intercourse with foreign nations, may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.--_stephen decatur_. there are no points of the compass on the chart of true patriotism.--_robert c. winthrop_. patriotic exercises and flag worship will avail nothing unless the states give to their people of the kind of government that arouses patriotism.--_franklin pierce ii_. pensions willis--"i wonder if there will ever be universal peace." gillis--"sure. all they've got to do is to get the nations to agree that in case of war the winner pays the pensions."--_puck_. "why was it you never married again, aunt sallie?" inquired mrs. mcclane of an old colored woman in west virginia. "'deed, miss ellie," replied the old woman earnestly, "dat daid nigger's wuth moah to me dan a live one. i gits a pension."--_edith howell armor_. if england had a system of pensions like ours, we should see that "all that was left of the noble six hundred" was six thousand pensioners. pessimism a pessimist is a man who lives with an optimist.--_francis wilson_. how happy are the pessimists! a bliss without alloy is theirs when they have proved to us there's no such thing as joy! --_harold susman_. a pessimist is one who, of two evils, chooses them both. "i had a mighty queer surprise this morning," remarked a local stock broker. "i put on my last summer's thin suit on account of this extraordinary hot weather, and in one of the trousers pockets i found a big roll of bills which i had entirely forgotten." "were any of them receipted?" asked a pessimist. to tell men that they cannot help themselves is to fling them into recklessness and despair.--_fronde_. with earth's first clay they did the last man knead, and there of the last harvest sowed the seed: and the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read. yesterday this day's madness did prepare; tomorrow's silence, triumph, or despair. drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why; drink! for you know not why you go, nor where. --_omar khayyam_ philadelphia a staten island man, when the mosquitoes began to get busy in the borough across the bay, has been in the habit every summer of transplanting his family to the delaware water gap for a few weeks. they were discussing their plans the other day, when the oldest boy, aged eight, looked up from his geography and said: "pop, philadelphia is on the delaware river, isn't it?" pop replied that such was the case. "i wonder if that's what makes the delaware water gap?" insinuated the youngster.--_s.s. stinson_. among the guests at an informal dinner in new york was a bright philadelphia girl. "these are snails," said a gentleman next to her, when the dainty was served. "i suppose philadelphia people don't eat them for fear of cannibalism." "oh, no," was her instant reply; "it isn't that. we couldn't catch them." philanthropists little grains of short weight, little crooked twists, fill the land with magnates and philanthropists. _see also_ charity. philosophy philosophy is finding out how many things there are in the world which you can't have if you want them, and don't want if you can have them.--_puck_. physicians and surgeons the eight-year-old son of a baltimore physician, together with a friend, was playing in his father's office, during the absence of the doctor, when suddenly the first lad threw open a closet door and disclosed to the terrified gaze of his little friend an articulated skeleton. when the visitor had sufficiently recovered from his shock to stand the announcement the doctor's son explained that his father was extremely proud of that skeleton. "is he?" asked the other. "why?" "i don't know," was the answer; "maybe it was his first patient." the doctor stood by the bedside, and looked gravely down at the sick man. "i can not hide from you the fact that you are very ill," he said. "is there any one you would like to see?" "yes," said the sufferer faintly. "who is it?" "another doctor."--_judge_. "doctor, i want you to look after my office while i'm on my vacation." "but i've just graduated, doctor. have had no experience." "that's all right, my boy. my practice is strictly fashionable. tell the men to play golf and ship the lady patients off to europe." an old darky once lay seriously ill of fever and was treated for a long time by one doctor, and then another doctor, for some reason, came and took the first one's place. the second physician made a thorough examination of the patient. at the end he said, "did the other doctor take your temperature?" "ah dunno, sah," the patient answered. "ah hain't missed nuthin' so far but mah watch." there had been an epidemic of colds in the town, and one physician who had had scarcely any sleep for two days called upon a patient--an irishman--who was suffering from pneumonia, and as he leaned over to hear the patient's respiration he called upon pat to count. the doctor was so fatigued that he fell asleep, with his ear on the sick man's chest. it seemed but a minute when he suddenly awoke to hear pat still counting: "tin thousand an' sivinty-six, tin thousand an' sivinty-sivin--" first doctor--"i operated on him for appendicitis." second doctor--"what was the matter with him?"--_life_. fussy lady patient--"i was suffering so much, doctor, that i wanted to die." doctor--"you did right to call me in, dear lady." medical student--"what did you operate on that man for?" eminent surgeon--"two hundred dollars." medical student--"i mean what did he have?" eminent surgeon--"two hundred dollars." the three degrees in medical treatment--positive, ill; comparative, pill; superlative, bill. "what caused the coolness between you and that young doctor? i thought you were engaged." "his writing is rather illegible. he sent me a note calling for , kisses." "well?" "i thought it was a prescription, and took it to the druggist to be filled." a tourist while traveling in the north of scotland, far away from anywhere, exclaimed to one of the natives: "why, what do you do when any of you are ill? you can never get a doctor." "nae, sir," replied sandy. "we've jist to dee a naitural death." when the physician gives you medicine and tells you to take it, you take it. "yours not to reason why; yours but to do and die." physicians, of all men, are most happy: whatever good success soever they have, the world proclaimeth; and what faults they commit, the earth covereth.--_quarles_. this is the way that physicians mend or end us, secundum artem: but although we sneer in health--when ill, we call them to attend us, without the least propensity to jeer. --_byron_. _see also_ bills. pickpockets _see_ thieves; wives. pins "oh, dear!" sighed the wife as she was dressing for a dinner-party, "i can't find a pin anywhere. i wonder where all the pins go to, anyway?" "that's a difficult question to answer," replied her husband, "because they are always pointed in one direction and headed in another." pittsburg "how about that airship?" "it went up in smoke." "burned, eh?" "oh, no. made an ascension at pittsburg." skybough--"why have you put that vacuum cleaner in front of your airship?" kloudleigh--"to clear a path. i have an engagement to sail over pittsburg." a man just back from south america was describing a volcanic disturbance. "i was smoking a cigar before the door of my hotel," said he, "when i was startled by a rather violent earthquake. the next instant the sun was obscured and darkness settled over the city. looking in the direction of the distant volcano, i saw heavy clouds of smoke rolling from it, with an occasional tongue of flame flashing against the dark sky. "some of the natives about me were on their knees praying; others darted aimlessly about, crazed with terror and shouting for mercy. the landlord of the hotel rushed out and seized me by the arm. "'to the harbor!' he cried in my ear. "together we hurried down the narrow street. as we panted along, the dark smoke whirled in our faces, and a dangerous shower of red-hot cinders sizzled about us. do you know, i don't believe i was ever so homesick in all my life!" "homesick?" gasped the listener. "homesick at a time like that?" "sure. i live in pittsburg, you know." play the mother heard a great commotion, as of cyclones mixed up with battering-rams, and she hurried upstairs to discover what was the matter. there she found tommie sitting in the middle of the floor with a broad smile on his face. "oh, mama," said he delightedly, "i've locked grandpa and uncle george in the cupboard, and when they get a little angrier i am going to play daniel in the lion's den." pleasure billy--"huh! i bet you didn't have a good time at your birthday party yesterday." willie--"i bet i did." billy--"then why ain't you sick today?" winnie had been very naughty, and her mamma said: "don't you know you will never go to heaven if you are so naughty?" after thinking a moment she said: "oh, well, i have been to the circus once and 'uncle tom's cabin' twice. i can't expect to go everywhere." in concord, new hampshire, they tell of an old chap who made his wife keep a cash account. each week he would go over it, growling and grumbling. on one such occasion he delivered himself of the following: "look here, sarah, mustard-plasters, fifty cents; three teeth extracted, two dollars! there's two dollars and a half in one week spent for your own private pleasure. do you think i am made of money?" here's to beauty, wit and wine and to a full stomach, a full purse and a light heart. a dinner, coffee and cigars, of friends, a half a score. each favorite vintage in its turn,-- what man could wish for more? the roses of pleasure seldom last long enough to adorn the brow of him who plucks them; for they are the only roses which do not retain their sweetness after they have lost their beauty.--_hannah more_. _see also_ amusements. poetry poetry is a gift we are told, but most editors won't take it even at that. poets editor--"have you submitted this poem anywhere else?" jokesmith--"no, sir." editor--"then where did you get that black eye?"--_satire_. "why is it," asked the persistent poetess, "that you always insist that we write on one side of the paper only? why not on both?" in that moment the editor experienced an access of courage--courage to protest against the accumulated wrongs of his kind. "one side of the paper, madame," he made answer, "is in the nature of a compromise." "a compromise?" "a compromise. what we really desire, if we could have our way, is not one, or both, but neither." sir lewis morris was complaining to oscar wilde about the neglect of his poems by the press. "it is a complete conspiracy of silence against me, a conspiracy of silence. what ought i to do, oscar?" "join it," replied wilde. god's prophets of the beautiful, these poets were. --_e.b. browning_. we call those poets who are first to mark through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn,-- who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, while others only note that day is gone. --_o.w. holmes_. police a man who was "wanted" in russia had been photographed in six different positions, and the pictures duly circulated among the police department. a few days later the chief of police wrote to headquarters: "sir, i have duly received the portraits of the six miscreants. i have arrested five of them, and the sixth will be secured shortly." "i had a message from the black hand," said the resident of graftburg. "they told me to leave $ , in a vacant house in a certain street." "did you tell the police?" "right away." "what did they do?" "they said that while i was about it i might leave them a couple of thousand in the same place." recipe for a policeman: to a quart of boiling temper add a pint of irish stew together with cracked nuts, long beats and slugs; serve hot with mangled citizens who ask the time of day-- the receipt is much the same for making thugs. --_life_. _see also_ servants. politeness _see_ courtesy; etiquet. political parties zoo superintendent--"what was all the rumpus out there this morning?" attendant--"the bull moose and the elephant were fighting over their feed." "what happened?" "the donkey ate it."--_life_. politicians politicians always belong to the opposite party. the man who goes into politics as a business has no business to go into politics.--_life_. a political orator, evidently better acquainted with western geography than with the language of the greeks, recently exclaimed with fervor that his principles should prevail "from alpha to omaha." politician--"congratulate me, my dear, i've won the nomination." his wife (in surprise)--"honestly?" politician--"now what in thunder did you want to bring up that point for?" "what makes you think the baby is going to be a great politician?" asked the young mother, anxiously. "i'll tell you," answered the young father, confidently; "he can say more things that sound well and mean nothing at all than any kid i ever saw." "the mere proposal to set the politician to watch the capitalist has been disturbed by the rather disconcerting discovery that they are both the same man. we are past the point where being a capitalist is the only way of becoming a politician, and we are dangerously near the point where being a politician is much the quickest way of becoming a capitalist."--_g.k. chesterton_. at a political meeting the speakers and the audience were much annoyed and disturbed by a man who constantly called out: "mr. henry! henry, henry, henry! i call for mr. henry!" after several interruptions of this kind during each speech, a young man ascended the platform, and began an eloquent and impassioned speech in which he handled the issues of the day with easy familiarity. he was in the midst of a glowing period when suddenly the old cry echoed through the hall: "mr. henry! henry, henry, henry! i call for mr. henry!" with a word to the speaker, the chairman stepped to the front of the platform and remarked that it would oblige the audience very much if the gentleman in the rear of the hall would refrain from any further calls for mr. henry, as that gentleman was then addressing the meeting. "mr. henry? is that mr. henry?" came in astonished tones from the rear. "thunder! that can't be him. why, that's the young man that asked me to call for mr. henry." a political speaker, while making a speech, paused in the midst of it and exclaimed: "now gentlemen, what do you think?" a man rose in the assembly, and with one eye partially closed, replied modestly, with a strong scotch brogue: "i think, sir, i do, indeed, sir--i think if you and i were to stump the country together we could tell more lies than any other two men in the country, sir, and i'd not say a word myself during the whole time, sir." the rev. dr. biddell tells a lively story about a presbyterian minister who had a young son, a lad about ten years of age. he was endeavoring to bring him up in the way he should go, and was one day asked by a friend what he intended to make of him. in reply he said: "i am watching the indications. i have a plan which i propose trying with the boy. it is this: i am going to place in my parlor a bible, an apple and a silver dollar. then i am going to leave the room and call in the boy. i am going to watch him from some convenient place without letting him know that he is seen. then, if he chooses the bible, i shall make a preacher of him; if he takes the apple, a farmer he shall be; but if he chooses the dollar, i will make him a business man." the plan was carried out. the arrangements were made and the boy called in from his play. after a little while the preacher and his wife softly entered the room. there was the youngster. he was seated on the bible, in one hand was the apple, from which he was just taking a bite, and in the other he clasped the silver dollar. the good man turned to his consort. "wife," he said, "the boy is a hog. i shall make a politician of him." senator mark hanna was walking through his mill one day when he heard a boy say: "i wish i had hanna's money and he was in the poorhouse." when he returned to the office the senator sent for the lad, who was plainly mystified by the summons. "so you wish you had my money and i was in the poorhouse," said the great man grimly. "now supposing you had your wish, what would you do?" "well," said the boy quickly, his droll grin showing his appreciation of the situation, "i guess i'd get you out of the poorhouse the first thing." mr. hanna roared with laughter and dismissed the youth. "you might as well push that boy along," he said to one of his assistants; "he's too good a politician to be kept down." _see also_ candidates; public speakers. politics politics consists of two sides and a fence. if i were asked to define politics in relation to the british public, i should define it as a spasm of pain recurring once in every four or five years.--_a.e.w. mason_. little clarence (who has an inquiring mind)--"papa, the forty thieves--" mr. callipers--"now, my son, you are too young to talk politics."--_puck_. "many a man," remarked the milk toast philosopher, "has gone into politics with a fine future, and come out with a terrible past." lord dufferin delivered an address before the greek class of the mcgill university about which a reporter wrote: "his lordship spoke to the class in the purest ancient greek, without mispronouncing a word or making the slightest grammatical solecism." "good heavens!" remarked sir hector langevin to the late sir john a. macdonald, "how did the reporter know that!" "i told him," was the conservative statesman's answer. "but you don't know greek." "true; but i know a little about politics." little millie's father and grandfather were republicans; and, as election drew near, they spoke of their opponents with increasing warmth, never heeding millie's attentive ears and wondering eyes. one night, however, as the little maid was preparing for bed, she whispered in a frightened voice: "oh, mamma, i don't dare to go upstairs. i'm afraid there's a democrat under the bed." "the shortest after-dinner speech i ever heard," said cy warman, the poet, "was at a dinner in providence." "a man was assigned to the topic, 'the christian in politics.' when he was called upon he arose, bowed and said: 'mr. chairman, ladies and gentlemen: the christian in politics--he ain't.'" politics is but the common pulse-beat of which revolution is the fever spasm.--_wendell phillips_. poverty poverty is no disgrace, but that's about all that can be said in its favor. a traveler passing through the broad top mountain district in northern bedford county, pennsylvania, last summer, came across a lad of sixteen cultivating a patch of miserable potatoes. he remarked upon their unpromising appearance and expressed pity for anyone who had to dig a living out of such soil. "i don't need no pity," said the boy resentfully. the traveler hastened to soothe his wounded pride. but in the offended tone of one who has been misjudged the boy added; "i ain't as poor as you think. i'm only _workin'_ here. i don't _own_ this place." one day an inspector of a new york tenement-house found four families living in one room, chalk lines being drawn across in such manner as to mark out a quarter for each family. "how do you get along here?" inquired the inspector. "very well," was the reply. "only the man in the farthest corner keeps boarders." there is no man so poor but that he can afford to keep one dog, and i hev seen them so poor that they could afford to keep three.--_josh billings_. may poverty be always a day's march behind us. not he who has little, but he who wishes for more, is poor.--_seneca_. praise wife (complainingly)--"you never praise me up to any one." hub--"i don't, eh! you should hear me describe you at the intelligence office when i'm trying to hire a cook." "what sort of a man is he?" "well, he's just what i've been looking for--a generous soul, with a limousine body."--_life_. prayer meetings a foreigner who attended a prayer meeting in indiana was asked what the assistants did. "not very much," he said, "only they sin and bray." prayers during the winter the village preacher was taken sick, and several of his children were also afflicted with the mumps. one day a number of the devout church members called to pray for the family. while they were about it a boy, the son of a member living in the country, knocked at the preacher's door. he had his arms full of things. "what have you there?" a deacon asked him. "pa's prayers for a happy thanksgiving," the boy answered, as he proceeded to unload potatoes, bacon, flour and other provisions for the afflicted family. a little girl in washington surprised her mother the other day by closing her evening prayers in these words: "amen; good bye; ring off." teacher--"now, tommy, suppose a man gave you $ to keep for him and then died, what would you do? would you pray for him?" tommy--"no, sir; but i would pray for another like him." a well-known revivalist whose work has been principally among the negroes of a certain section of the south remembers one service conducted by him that was not entirely successful. he had had very poor attendance, and spent much time in questioning the darkies as to their reason for not attending. "why were you not at our revival?" he asked one old man, whom he encountered on the road. "oh, i dunno," said the backward one. "don't you ever pray?" demanded the preacher. the old man shook his head. "no," said he; "i carries a rabbit's foot."--_taylor edwards_. a little girl attending an episcopal church for the first time, was amazed to see all kneel suddenly. she asked her mother what they were going to do. her mother replied, "hush, they're going to say their prayers." "what with all their clothes on?" the new minister in a georgia church was delivering his first sermon. the darky janitor was a critical listener from a back corner of the church. the minister's sermon was eloquent, and his prayers seemed to cover the whole category of human wants. after the services one of the deacons asked the old darky what he thought of the new minister. "don't you think he offers up a good prayer, joe?" "ah mos' suhtainly does, boss. why, dat man axed de good lord fo' things dat de odder preacher didn't even know he had!" hilma was always glad to say her prayers, but she wanted to be sure that she was heard in the heavens above as well as on the earth beneath. one night, after the usual "amen," she dropped her head upon her pillow and closed her eyes. after a moment she lifted her hand and, waving it aloft, said, "oh, lord! this prayer comes from selden avenue." willie's mother had told him that if he went to the river to play he should go to bed. one day she was away, and on coming home about two o'clock in the afternoon found willie in bed. "what are you in bed for?" asked his mother. "i went to the river to play, and i knew you would put me in bed, so i didn't wait for you to come." "did you say your prayers before you went to bed?" asked his mother. "no," said willie. "you don't suppose god would be loafing around here this time of day, do you? he's at the office." little polly, coming in from her walk one morning, informed her mother that she had seen a lion in the park. no amount of persuasion or reasoning could make her vary her statement one hairbreadth. that night, when she slipped down on her knees to say her prayers, her mother said, "polly, ask god to forgive you for that fib." polly hid her face for a moment. then she looked straight into her mother's eyes, her own eyes shining like stars, and said, "i did ask him, mamma, dearest, and he said, 'don't mention it, miss polly; that big yellow dog has often fooled me.'" prayer is the spirit speaking truth to truth.--_bailey_. pray to be perfect, though material leaven forbid the spirit so on earth to be; but if for any wish thou darest not pray, then pray to god to cast that wish away. --_hartley coleridge_. _see also_ courage. preaching the services in the chapel of a certain western university are from time to time conducted by eminent clergymen of many denominations and from many cities. on one occasion, when one of these visiting divines asked the president how long he should speak, that witty officer replied: "there is no limit, doctor, upon the time you may preach; but i may tell you that there is a tradition here that the most souls are saved during the first twenty-five minutes." one sunday morning a certain young pastor in his first charge announced nervously: "i will take for my text the words, 'and they fed five men with five thousand loaves of bread and two thousand fishes.'" at this misquotation an old parishioner from his seat in the amen corner said audibly: "that's no miracle--i could do it myself." the young preacher said nothing at the time, but the next sunday he announced the same text again. this time he got it right: "and they fed five thousand men on five loaves of bread and two fishes." he waited a moment, and then, leaning over the pulpit and looking at the amen corner, he said: "and could you do that, too, mr. smith?" "of course i could," mr. smith replied. "and how would you do it?" said the preacher. "with what was left over from last sunday," said mr. smith. the late bishop foss once visited a philadelphia physician for some trifling ailment. "do you, sir," the doctor asked, in the course of his examination, "talk in your sleep?" "no sir," answered the bishop. "i talk in other people's. aren't you aware that i am a divine?" "yes, sir," said the irate man, "i got even with that clergyman. i slurred him. why, i hired one hundred people to attend his church and go to sleep before he had preached five minutes." a noted eastern judge when visiting in the west went to church on sunday; which isn't so remarkable as the fact that he knew beforehand that the preacher was exceedingly tedious and long winded to the last degree. after the service the preacher met the judge in the vestibule and said: "well, your honor, how did you like the sermon?" "oh, most wonderfully," replied the judge. "it was like the peace of god; for it passed all understanding, and, like his mercy, i thought it would have endured forever." the preacher's evening discourse was dry and long, and the congregation gradually melted away. the sexton tiptoed up to the pulpit and slipped a note under one corner of the bible. it read: "when you are through, will you please turn off the lights, lock the door, and put the key under the mat?" the new minister's first sermon was very touching and created much favorable comment among the members of the church. one morning, a few days later, his nine-year-old son happened to be alone in the pastor's study and with childish curiosity started to read through some papers on the desk. they happened to be this identical sermon, but he was most interested in the marginal notes. in one place in the margin were written the words, "cry a little." further on in the discourse appeared another marginal remark, "cry a little more." on the next to the last sheet the boy found his good father had penned another remark, "cry like thunder." a young preacher, who was staying at a clergy-house, was in the habit of retiring to his room for an hour or more each day to practice pulpit oratory. at such times he filled the house with sounds of fervor and pathos, and emptied it of almost everything else. phillips brooks chanced to be visiting a friend in this house one day when the budding orator was holding forth. "gracious me!" exclaimed the bishop, starting up in assumed terror, "pray, what might that be?" "sit down, bishop," his friend replied. "that's only young d---- practising what he preaches." a distinguished theologian was invited to make an address before a sunday-school. the divine spoke for over an hour and his remarks were of too deep a character for the average juvenile mind to comprehend. at the conclusion, the superintendent, according to custom, requested some one in the school to name an appropriate hymn to be sung. "sing 'revive us again,'" shouted a boy in the rear of the room. a clergyman was once sent for in the middle of the night by one of his woman parishioners. "well, my good woman," said he, "so you are ill and require the consolations of religion? what can i do for you?" "no," replied the old lady, "i am only nervous and can't sleep!" "but how can i help that?" said the parson. "oh, sir, you always put me to sleep so nicely when i go to church that i thought if you would only preach a little for me!" i never see my rector's eyes; he hides their light divine; for when he prays, he shuts his own, and when he preaches, mine. a stranger entered the church in the middle of the sermon and seated himself in the back pew. after a while he began to fidget. leaning over to the white-haired man at his side, evidently an old member of the congregation, he whispered: "how long has he been preaching?" "thirty or forty years, i think," the old man answered. "i'll stay then," decided the stranger. "he must be nearly done." once upon a time there was an indian named big smoke, employed as a missionary to his fellow smokes. a white man encountering big smoke, asked him what he did for a living. "umph!" said big smoke, "me preach." "that so? what do you get for preaching?" "me get ten dollars a year." "well," said the white man, "that's damn poor pay." "umph!" said big smoke, "me damn poor preacher." _see also_ clergy. prescriptions after a month's work in intensely warm weather a gardener in the suburbs became ill, and the anxious little wife sent for a doctor, who wrote a prescription after examining the patient. the doctor, upon departing, said: "just let your husband take that and you'll find he will be all right in a short time." next day the doctor called again, and the wife opened the door, her face beaming with smiles. "sure, that was a wonderful wee bit of paper you left yesterday," she exclaimed. "william is better to-day." "i'm glad to hear that," said the much-pleased medical man. "not but what i hadn't a big job to get him to swallow it." she continued, "but, sure, i just wrapped up the wee bit of paper quite small and put it in a spoonful of jam and william swallowed it unbeknownst. by night he was entirely better." presence of mind "what did you do when you met the train-robber face to face?" "i explained that i had been interviewed by the ticket-seller, the luggage-carriers, the dining-car waiters, and the sleeping-car porters and borrowed a dollar from him." printers the master of all trades: he beats the farmer with his fast "hoe," the carpenter with his "rule," and the mason in "setting up tall columns"; and he surpasses the lawyer and the doctor in attending to the "cases," and beats the parson in the management of the devil. prisons a man arrested for stealing chickens was brought to trial. the case was given to the jury, who brought him in guilty, and the judge sentenced him to three months' imprisonment. the jailer was a jovial man, fond of a smile, and feeling particularly good on that particular day, considered himself insulted when the prisoner looking around the cell told him it was dirty, and not fit for a hog to be put in. one word brought on another, till finally the jailer told the prisoner if he did not behave himself he would put him out. to which the prisoner replied: "i will give you to understand, sir, i have as good a right here as you have!" sheriff--"that fellow who just left jail is going to be arrested again soon." "how do you know?" sheriff--"he chopped my wood, carried the water, and mended my socks. i can't get along without him." prodigals "why did the father of the prodigal son fall on his neck and weep?" "cos he had ter kill the fatted calf, an' de son wasn't wort' it." profanity the rector--"it's terrible for a man like you to make every other word an oath." the man--"oh, well, i swear a good deal and you pray a good deal, but we don't neither of us mean nuthin' by it." first deaf mute--"he wasn't so very angry, was he?" second deaf mute--"he was so wild that the words he used almost blistered his fingers." the little daughter of a clergyman stubbed her toe and said, "darn!" "i'll give you ten cents," said father, "if you'll never say that word again." a few days afterward she came to him and said: "papa, i've got a word worth half a dollar." very frequently the winter highways of the yukon valley are mere trails, traversed only by dog-sledges. one of the bishops in alaska, who was very fond of that mode of travel, encountered a miner coming out with his dog-team, and stopped to ask him what kind of a road he had come over. the miner responded with a stream of forcible and picturesque profanity, winding up with: "and what kind o' trail did you have?" "same as yours," replied the bishop feelingly.--_elgin burroughs_. a scrupulous priest of kildare, used to pay a rude peasant to swear, who would paint the air blue, for an hour or two, while his reverence wrestled in prayer. donald and jeanie were putting down a carpet. donald slammed the end of his thumb with the hammer and began to pour forth his soul in language befitting the occasion. "donald, donald!" shrieked jeanie, horrified. "dinna swear that way!" "wummun!" vociferated donald; "gin ye know ony better way, now is the time to let me know it!" "it is not always necessary to make a direct accusation," said the lawyer who was asking damages because insinuations had been made against his client's good name. "you may have heard of the woman who called to the hired girl, 'mary, mary. come here and take the parrot downstairs--the master has dropped his collar button!'" little bartholomew's mother overheard him swearing like a mule-driver. he displayed a fluency that overwhelmed her. she took him to task, explaining the wickedness of profanity as well as its vulgarity. she asked where he had learned all those dreadful words. bartholomew announced that cavert, one of his playmates, had taught him. cavert's mother was straightway informed and cavert was brought to book. he vigorously denied having instructed bartholomew, and neither threats nor tears could make him confess. at last he burst out: "i didn't tell bartholomew any cuss words. why should i know how to cuss any better than he does? hasn't his father got an automobile, too?" they were in italy together. "if you would let me curse them black and blue," said the groom, "we shouldn't have to wait so long for the trunks." "but, darling, please don't. it would distress me so," murmured the bride. the groom went off, but quickly returned with the porters before him trundling the trunks at a double quick. "oh, dearest, how did you do it? you didn't--?" "not at all. i thought of something that did quite as well. i said, '_s-s-s-susquehanna, r-r-r-rappahannock!'"--cornelia c. ward_. a school girl was required to write an essay of two hundred and fifty words about a motorcar. she submitted the following: "my uncle bought a motorcar. he was riding in the country when it busted up a hill. i guess this is about fifty words. the other two hundred are what my uncle said when he was walking back to town, but they are not fit for publication." the ashman was raising a can of ashes above his head to dump the contents into his cart, when the bottom of the can came out. ethel saw it and ran in and told her mother. "i hope you didn't listen to what he said," the mother remarked. "he didn't say a word to me," replied the little girl; "he just walked right off by the side of his cart, talking to god." a young man entered the jeweler's store and bought a ring, which he ordered engraved. the jeweler asked what name. "george osborne to harriet lewis, but i prefer only the initials, g.o. to h.l." for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.--_shakespeare_. prohibition "talking about dry towns, have you ever been in leavenworth, kansas?" asked the commercial traveler in the smoking-car. "no? well, that's a dry town for you, all right." "they can't sell liquor at all there?" asked one of the men. "only if you had been bitten by a snake," said the drummer. "they have only one snake in town, and when i got to it the other day after standing in line for nearly half a day it was too tired to bite." it was prohibition country. as soon as the train pulled up, a seedy little man with a covered basket on his arm hurried to the open windows of the smoker and exhibited a quart bottle filled with rich, dark fluid. "want to buy some nice cold tea?" he asked, with just the suspicion of a wink. two thirsty-looking cattlemen brightened visibly, and each paid a dollar for a bottle. "wait until you get outer the station before you take a drink," the little man cautioned them. "i don't wanter get in trouble." he found three other customers before the train pulled out, in each case repeating his warning. "you seem to be doing a pretty good business," remarked a man who had watched it all. "but i don't see why you'd run any more risk of getting in trouble if they took a drink before the train started." "ye don't, hey? well, what them bottles had in 'em, pardner, was real cold tea." promoting mr. harcourt, the secretary of state for the colonies, at the british north borneo dinner, said that a city friend of his was approached with a view to floating a rubber company. his friend was quite ready. "how many trees have you?" he asked. "we have not got any trees," was the answer. "how much land have you?" "we have no land." "what then have you got?" "i have a bag of seeds!" there are many tales about the caution of russell sage and the cleverness with which he outwitted those who sought to get some of his money from him. two brilliant promoters went to him one time and presented a scheme. the financier listened for an hour, and when they departed they were told that mr. sage's decision would be mailed to them in a few days. "i think we have got uncle russell," said one of the promoters. "i really believe we have won his confidence." "i fear not," observed the other doubtfully. "he is too suspicious." "suspicious? i didn't observe any sign of it." "didn't you notice that he counted his fingers after i had shaken hands with him and we were coming away?" promotion promotion cometh neither from the east nor the west, but from the cemetery.--_edward sanford martin_. promptness "are you first in anything at school, earlie?" "first out of the building when the bell rings." the head of a large business house bought a number of those "do it now" signs and hung them up around his offices. when, after the first few days of those signs, the business man counted up the results, he found that the cashier had skipped out with $ , , the head bookkeeper had eloped with the stenographer, three clerks had asked for a raise in salary, and the office boy had lit out for the west to become a highwayman. "are you waiting for me, dear?" she said, coming downstairs at last, after spending half an hour fixing her hat. "waiting," exclaimed the impatient man. "oh no, not waiting--sojourning." pronunciation a tale is told of a kansas minister, a great precisionist in the use of words, whose exactness sometimes destroyed the force of what he was saying. on one occasion, in the course of an eloquent prayer, he pleaded: "o lord! waken thy cause in the hearts of this congregation and give them new eyes to see and new impulse to do. send down thy lev-er or lee-ver, according to webster's or worcester's dictionary, whichever thou usest, and pry them into activity." "i'm at the head of my class, pa," said willie. "dear me, son, how did that happen?" cried his father. "why, the teacher asked us this morning how to pronounce c-h-i-h-u-a-h-u-a, and nobody knew," said willie, "but when she got down to me i sneezed and she said that was right." _see also_ liars. proportion a middle-aged colored woman in a georgia village, hearing a commotion in a neighbor's cabin, looked in at the door. on the floor lay a small boy writhing in great distress while his mother bent solicitously over him. "what-all's de matter wif de chile?" asked the visitor sympathetically. "i spec's hit's too much watermillion," responded the mother. "ho! go 'long wif you," protested the visitor scornfully. "dey cyan't never be too much watermillion. hit mus' be dat dere ain't enough boy." proposals a love-smitten youth who was studying the approved method of proposal asked one of his bachelor friends if he thought that a young man should propose to a girl on his knees. "if he doesn't," replied his friend, "the girl should get off." a gentleman who had been in chicago only three days, but who had been paying attention to a prominent chicago belle, wanted to propose, but was afraid he would be thought too hasty. he delicately broached the subject as follows: "if i were to speak to you of marriage, after having only made your acquaintance three days ago, what would you say of it?" "well, i should say, never put off till tomorrow that which should have been done the day before yesterday." there was a young man from the west, who proposed to the girl he loved best, but so closely he pressed her to make her say, yes, sir, that he broke two cigars in his vest. --_the tobacconist_. they were dining on fowl in a restaurant. "you see," he explained, as he showed her the wishbone, "you take hold here. then we must both make a wish and pull, and when it breaks the one who has the bigger part of it will have his or her wish granted." "but i don't know what to wish for," she protested. "oh! you can think of something," he said. "no, i can't," she replied; "i can't think of anything i want very much." "well, i'll wish for you," he explained. "will you, really?" she asked. "yes." "well, then there's no use fooling with the old wishbone," she interrupted with a glad smile, "you can have me." "dear may," wrote the young man, "pardon me, but i'm getting so forgetful. i proposed to you last night, but really forget whether you said yes or no." "dear will," she replied by note, "so glad to hear from you. i know i said 'no' to some one last night, but i had forgotten just who it was." the four gerton girls were all good-looking; indeed, the three younger ones were beautiful; while annie, the oldest, easily made up in capability and horse sense what she lacked in looks. a young chap, very eligible, called on the girls frequently, but seemed unable to decide which to marry. so annie put on her thinking cap, and, one evening when the young chap called, she appeared with her pretty arms bare to the elbow and her hands white with flour. "oh, you must excuse my appearance," she said. "i have been working in the kitchen all day. i baked bread and pies and cake this morning, and afterward, as the cook was ill, i prepared dinner." "miss annie, is that so?" said the young man. he looked at her, deeply impressed. then, after a moment's thought, he said: "miss annie, there is a question i wish to ask you, and on your answer will depend much of my life's happiness." "yes?" she said, with a blush, and she drew a little nearer. "yes? what is it?" "miss annie," said the young man, in deep earnest tones, "i am thinking of proposing to your sister kate--will you make your home with us?" it was at christmas, and he had been calling on her twice a week for six months, but had not proposed. "ethel," he said, "i--er--am going to ask you an important question." "oh, george," she exclaimed, "this is so sudden! why, i--" "no, excuse me," he interrupted; "what i want to ask is this: what date have you and your mother decided upon for our wedding?" a scotch beadle led the maiden of his choice to a churchyard and, pointing to the various headstones, said: "my folks are all buried there, jennie. wad ye like to be buried there too?" impecunious lover--"be mine, amanda, and you will be treated like an angel." wealthy maiden--"yes, i suppose so. nothing to eat, and less to wear. no, thank you." the surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling.--_douglas jerrold_. propriety there was a young lady of wilts, who walked up to scotland on stilts; when they said it was shocking to show so much stocking, she answered: "then what about kilts?" --_gilbert k. chesterton_. prosperity may bad fortune follow you all your days and never catch up with you. protestant episcopal church one of our popular new england lecturers tells this amusing story. a street boy of diminutive stature was trying to sell some very young kittens to passers-by. one day he accosted the late reverend phillips brooks, asking him to purchase, and recommending them as good episcopal kittens. dr. brooks laughingly refused, thinking them too small to be taken from their mother. a few days later a presbyterian minister who had witnessed this episode was asked by the same boy to buy the same kittens. this time the lad announced that they were faithful presbyterians. "didn't you tell dr. brooks last week that they were episcopal kittens?" the minister asked sternly. "yes sir," replied the boy quickly, "but they's had their eyes opened since then, sir." an episcopal clergyman who was passing his vacation in a remote country district met an old farmer who declared that he was a "'piscopal." "to what parish do you belong?" asked the clergyman. "don't know nawthin' 'bout enny parish," was the answer. "who confirmed you, then?" was the next question. "nobody," answered the farmer. "then how are you an episcopalian?" asked the clergyman. "well," was the reply, "you see it's this way: last winter i went to church, an' it was called 'piscopal, an' i heerd them say that they left undone the things what they'd oughter done and they'd done some things what they oughtenter done, and i says to myself says i: 'that's my fix exac'ly,' and ever sence then i've been a 'piscopalian." protestants a protestant mission meeting had been held in an irish town and this was the gardener's contribution to the controversy that ensued: "pratestants!" he said with lofty scorn, "'twas mighty little st. paul thought of the pratestants. you've all heard tell of the 'pistle he wrote to the romans, but i'd ax ye this, did any of yez iver hear of his writing a 'pistle to the pratestants?" providence "why did papa have appendicitis and have to pay the doctor a thousand dollars, mama?" "it was god's will, dear." "and was it because god was mad at papa or pleased with the doctor?"--_life_. there's a certain minister whose duties sometimes call him out of the city. he has always arranged for some one of his parishioners to keep company with his wife and little daughter during these absences. recently, however, he was called away so suddenly that he had no opportunity of providing a guardian. the wife was very brave during the early evening, but after dark had fallen her courage began to fail. she stayed up with her little girl till there was no excuse for staying any longer and then took her upstairs to bed. "now go to sleep, dearie," she said. "don't be afraid. god will protect you." "yes, mother," answered the little girl, "that'll be all right tonight, but next time let's make better arrangements." provincialism some time ago an english friend of colonel w.j. lampton's living in new york and having never visited the south, went to virginia to spend a month with friends. after a fortnight of it, he wrote back: "oh, i say, old top, you never told me that the south was anything like i have found it, and so different to the north. why, man, it's god's country." the colonel, who gets his title from kentucky, answered promptly by postal. "of course it is," he wrote. "you didn't suppose god was a yankee, did you?" a southerner, with the intense love for his own district, attended a banquet. the next day a friend asked him who was present. with a reminiscent smile he replied: "an elegant gentleman from virginia, a gentleman from kentucky, a man from ohio, a bounder from chicago, a fellow from new york, and a galoot from maine." they had driven fourteen miles to the lake, and then rowed six miles across the lake to get to the railroad station, when the chicago man asked: "how in the world do you get your mail and newspapers here in the winter when the storms are on?" "wa-al, we don't sometimes. i've seen this lake thick up so that it was three weeks before we got a chicago paper," answered the man from "nowhere." "well, you were cut off," said the chicago man. "ya-as, we were so," was the reply. "still, the chicago folks were just as badly off." "how so?" "wa-al," drawled the man, "we didn't know what was going on in chicago, of course. but then, neither did chicago folks know what was going on down here." public service corporations the attorney demanded to know how many secret societies the witness belonged to, whereupon the witness objected and appealed to the court. "the court sees no harm in the question," answered the judge. "you may answer." "well, i belong to three." "what are they?" "the knights of pythias, the odd fellows, and the gas company." "yes, he had some rare trouble with his eyes," said the celebrated oculist. "every time he went to read he would read double." "poor fellow," remarked the sympathetic person. "i suppose that interfered with his holding a good position?" "not at all. the gas company gobbled him up and gave him a lucrative job reading gas-meters." public speakers orator--"i thought your paper was friendly to me?" editor--"so it is. what's the matter?" orator--"i made a speech at the dinner last night, and you didn't print a line of it." editor--"well, what further proof do you want?" traveling lecturer for society (to the remaining listener)--"i should like to thank you, sir, for so attentively hearing me to the end of a rather too long speech." local member of society--"not at all, sir. i'm the second speaker." ex-senator spooner of wisconsin says the best speech of introduction he ever heard was delivered by the german mayor of a small town in wisconsin, where spooner had been engaged to speak. the mayor said: "ladies und shentlemens, i haf been asked to indrotoose you to the honorable senator spooner, who vill make to you a speech, yes. i haf now done so; he vill now do so." "when i arose to speak," related a martyred statesman, "some one hurled a base, cowardly egg at me and it struck me in the chest." "and what kind of an egg might that be?" asked a fresh young man. "a base, cowardly egg," explained the statesman, "is one that hits you and then runs." "uncle joe" cannon has a way of speaking his mind that is sometimes embarrassing to others. on one occasion an inexperienced young fellow was called upon to make a speech at a banquet at which ex-speaker cannon was also present. "gentlemen," began the young fellow, "my opinion is that the generality of mankind in general is disposed to take advantage of the generality of--" "sit down, son," interrupted "uncle joe." "you are coming out of the same hole you went in at." a south african tribe has an effective method of dealing with bores, which might be adopted by western peoples. this simple tribe considers long speeches injurious to the orator and his hearers; so to protect both there is an unwritten law that every public orator must stand on only one leg when he is addressing an audience. as soon as he has to place the other leg on the ground his oration is brought to a close, by main force, if necessary. a rather turgid orator, noted for his verbosity and heaviness, was once assigned to do some campaigning in a mining camp in the mountains. there were about fifty miners present when he began; but when, at the end of a couple of hours, he gave no sign of finishing, his listeners dropped away. some went back to work, but the majority sought places to quench their thirst, which had been aggravated by the dryness of the discourse. finally there was only one auditor left, a dilapidated, weary-looking old fellow. fixing his gaze on him, the orator pulled out a large six-shooter and laid it on the table. the old fellow rose slowly and drawled out: "be you going to shoot if i go?" "you bet i am," replied the speaker. "i'm bound to finish my speech, even if i have to shoot to keep an audience." the old fellow sighed in a tired manner, and edged slowly away, saying as he did so: "well, shoot if you want to. i may jest as well be shot as talked to death." the self-made millionaire who had endowed the school had been invited to make the opening speech at the commencement exercises. he had not often had a chance of speaking before the public and he was resolved to make the most of it. he dragged his address out most tiresomely, repeating the same thought over and over. unable to stand it any longer a couple of boys in the rear of the room slipped out. a coachman who was waiting outside asked them if the millionaire had finished his speech. "gee, yes!" replied the boys, "but he won't stop." mark twain once told this story: "some years ago in hartford, we all went to church one hot, sweltering night to hear the annual report of mr. hawley, a city missionary who went around finding people who needed help and didn't want to ask for it. he told of the life in cellars, where poverty resided; he gave instances of the heroism and devotion of the poor. when a man with millions gives, he said, we make a great deal of noise. it's a noise in the wrong place, for it's the widow's mite that counts. well, hawley worked me up to a great pitch. i could hardly wait for him to get through. i had $ in my pocket. i wanted to give that and borrow more to give. you could see greenbacks in every eye. but instead of passing the plate then, he kept on talking and talking and talking, and as he talked it grew hotter and hotter and hotter, and we grew sleepier and sleepier and sleepier. my enthusiasm went down, down, down, down--$ at a clip--until finally, when the plate did come around, i stole ten cents out of it. it all goes to show how a little thing like this can lead to crime." _see also_ after dinner speeches; candidates; politicians. punishment a parent who evidently disapproved of corporal punishment wrote the teacher: "dear miss: don't hit our johnnie. we never do it at home except in self-defense." "no, sirree!" ejaculated bunkerton. "there wasn't any of that nonsense in my family. my father never thrashed me in all his life." "too bad, too bad," sighed hickenlooper. "another wreck due to a misplaced switch." james the second, when duke of york, made a visit to milton, the poet, and asked him among other things, if he did not think the loss of his sight a judgment upon him for what he had writen against his father, charles the first. milton answered: "if your highness think my loss of sight a _judgment_ upon me, what do you think of your father's losing his head."--_life_. a white man during reconstruction times was arraigned before a colored justice of the peace for killing a man and stealing his mule. it was in arkansas, near the texas border, and there was some rivalry between the states, but the colored justice tried to preserve an impartial frame of mind. "we's got two kinds ob law in dis yer co't," he said: "texas law an' arkansas law. which will you hab?" the prisoner thought a minute and then guessed that he would take the arkansas law. "den i discharge you fo' stealin' de mule, an' hang you fo' killin' de man." "hold on a minute, judge," said the prisoner. "better make that texas law." "all right. den i fin' you fo' killin' de man, an' hang you fo' stealin' de mule." a lawyer was defending a man accused of housebreaking, and said to the court: "your honor, i submit that my client did not break into the house at all. he found the parlor window open and merely inserted his right arm and removed a few trifling articles. now, my client's arm is not himself, and i fail to see how you can punish the whole individual for an offense committed by only one of his limbs." "that argument," said the judge, "is very well put. following it logically, i sentence the defendant's arm to one year's imprisonment. he can accompany it or not, as he chooses." the defendant smiled, and with his lawyer's assistance unscrewed his cork arm, and, leaving it in the dock, walked out. muriel, a five-year-old subject of king george, has been thought by her parents too young to feel the weight of the rod, and has been ruled by moral suasion alone. but when, the other day, she achieved disobedience three times in five minutes, more vigorous measures were called for, and her mother took an ivory paper-knife from the table and struck her smartly across her little bare legs. muriel looked astounded. her mother explained the reason for the blow. muriel thought deeply for a moment. then, turning toward the door with a grave and disapproving countenance, she announced in her clear little english voice: "i'm going up-stairs to tell god about that paper-knife. and then i shall tell jesus. and if _that_ doesn't do, i shall put flannel on my legs!" during the reconstruction days of virginia, a negro was convicted of murdering his wife and sentenced to be hanged. on the morning of the execution he mounted the scaffold with reasonable calmness. just before the noose was to be placed around his neck the sheriff asked him if he had anything to say. he studied a moment and said: "no, suh, boss, thankee, suh, 'ceptin' dis is sho gwine to be a lesson to me." "what punishment did that defaulting banker get?" "i understand his lawyer charged him $ , ." an indian in washington county once sized up maine's game laws thus: "kill cow moose, pay $ ; kill man, too bad!" teacher--"willie, did your father cane you for what you did in school yesterday?" pupil--"no, ma'am; he said the licking would hurt him more than it would me." teacher--"what rot! your father is too sympathetic." pupil--"no, ma'am; but he's got the rheumatism in both arms." "boohoo! boohoo!" wailed little johnny. "why, what's the matter, dear?" his mother asked comfortingly. "boohoo--er--p-picture fell on papa's toes." "well, dear, that's too bad, but you mustn't cry about it, you know." "i d-d-didn't. i laughed. boohoo! boohoo!" the fact that corporal punishment is discouraged in the public schools of chicago is what led bobby's teacher to address this note to the boy's mother: dear madam:--i regret very much to have to tell you that your son, robert, idles away his time, is disobedient, quarrelsome, and disturbs the pupils who are trying to study their lessons. he needs a good whipping and i strongly recommend that you give him one. yours truly, miss blank. to this bobby's mother responded as follows: dear miss blanks--lick him yourself. i ain't mad at him. yours truly, mrs. dash. a little fellow who was being subjected to a whipping pinched his father under the knee. "willie, you bad boy! how dare you do that?" asked the parent wrathfully. a pause. then willie answered between sobs: "well, father, who started this war, anyway?" a little girl about three years old was sent upstairs and told to sit on a certain chair that was in the corner of her room, as a punishment for something she had done but a few minutes before. soon the silence was broken by the little one's question: "mother, may i come down now?" "no, you sit right where you are." "all right, 'cause i'm sittin' on your best hat." it is less to suffer punishment than to deserve it.--_ovid_. if jupiter hurled his thunderbolt as often as men sinned, he would soon be out of thunderbolts.--_ovid_. _see also_ church discipline; future life; marriage. puns a father once said to his son, "the next time you make up a pun, go out in the yard and kick yourself hard, and i will begin when you've done." pure food into a general store of a town in arkansas there recently came a darky complaining that a ham which he had purchased there was not good. "the ham is all right, zeph," insisted the storekeeper. "no, it ain't, boss," insisted the negro. "dat ham's shore bad." "how can that be," continued the storekeeper, "when it was cured only a week?" the darky scratched his head reflectively, and finally suggested: "den, mebbe it's had a relapse." on a recent trip to germany, doctor harvey wiley, the pure-food expert, heard an allegory with reference to the subject of food adulteration which, he contends, should cause americans to congratulate themselves that things are so well ordered in this respect in the united states. the german allegory was substantially as follows: four flies, which had made their way into a certain pantry, determined to have a feast. one flew to the sugar and ate heartily; but soon died, for the sugar was full of white lead. the second chose the flour as his diet, but he fared no better, for the flour was loaded with plaster of paris. the third sampled the syrup, but his six legs were presently raised in the air, for the syrup was colored with aniline dyes. the fourth fly, seeing all his friends dead, determined to end his life also, and drank deeply of the fly-poison which he found in a convenient saucer. he is still alive and in good health. that, too, was adulterated. quarrels "but why did you leave your last place?" the lady asked of the would-be cook. "to tell the truth, mum, i just couldn't stand the way the master an' the missus used to quarrel, mum." "dear me! do you mean to say that they actually used to quarrel?" "yis, mum, all the time. when it wasn't me an' him, it was me an' her." "i hear ye had words with casey." "we had no words." "then nothing passed between ye?" "nothing but one brick." there had been a wordy falling-out between mrs. halloran and mrs. donohue; there had been words; nay, more, there had been language. mrs. halloran had gone to church early in the morning, had fulfilled the duties of her religion, and was returning primly home, when mrs. donohue spied her, and, still smouldering with volcanic fire, sent a broadside of lava at mrs. halloran. the latter heard, flushed, opened her lips--and then suddenly checked herself. after a moment she spoke: "mrs. donohue, i've just been to church, and i'm in a state of grace. but, plaze hivin, the next time i meet yez, i won't be, and thin i'll till yez what i think of yez!" a quarrel is quickly settled when deserted by one party: there is no battle unless there be two.--_seneca_. _see also_ marriage; servants questions the more questions a woman asks the fewer answers she remembers.--_wasp_. it was a very hot day and the fat drummer who wanted the twelve-twenty train got through the gate at just twelve-twenty-one. the ensuing handicap was watched with absorbed interest both from the train and the station platform. at its conclusion the breathless and perspiring knight of the road wearily took the back trail, and a vacant-faced "red-cap" came out to relieve him of his grip. "mister," he inquired, "was you tryin' to ketch that pennsylvania train?" "no, my son," replied the patient man. "no; i was merely chasing it out of the yard." a party of young men were camping, and to avert annoying questions they made it a rule that the one who asked a question that he could not answer himself had to do the cooking. one evening, while sitting around the fire, one of the boys asked: "why is it that a ground-squirrel never leaves any dirt at the mouth of its burrow?" they all guessed and missed. so he was asked to answer it himself. "why," he said, "because it always begins to dig at the other end of the hole." "but," one asked, "how does it get to the other end of the hole?" "well," was the reply, "that's your question." a browbeating lawyer was demanding that a witness answer a certain question either in the negative or affirmative. "i cannot do it," said the witness. "there are some questions that cannot be answered by a 'yes' or a 'no,' as any one knows." "i defy you to give an example to the court," thundered the lawyer. the retort came like a flash: "are you still beating your wife?" officers have a right to ask questions in the performance of their duty, but there are occasions when it seems as if they might curtail or forego the privilege. not long ago an irishman whose hand had been badly mangled in an accident entered the boston city hospital relief station in a great hurry. he stepped up to the man in charge and inquired: "is this the relief station, sor?" "yes. what is your name?" "patrick o'connor, sor." "are you married?" questioned the officer. "yis, sor, but is this the relief station?" he was nursing his hand in agony. "of course it is. how many children have you?" "eight, sor. but sure, this is the relief station?" "yes, it is," replied the officer, a little angry at the man's persistence. "well," said patrick, "sure, an' i was beginning to think that it might be the pumping station." the sages say, dame truth delights to dwell (strange mansion!) in the bottom of a well: questions are then the windlass and the rope that pull the grave old gentlewoman up. --_john wolcott_. _see also_ curiosity. quotations stanley jordan, the well-known episcopal minister, having cause to be anxious about his son's college examinations, told him to telegraph the result. the boy sent the following message to his parent: "hymn , fifth verse, last two lines." looking it up the father found the words: "sorrow vanquished, labor ended, jordan passed." race prejudices a negro preacher in a southern town was edified on one occasion by the recital of a dream had by a member of the church. "i was a-dreamin' all dis time," said the narrator, "dat i was in ole satan's dominions. i tell you, pahson, dat was shore a bad dream!" "was dere any white men dere?" asked the dusky divine. "shore dere was--plenty of 'em," the other hastened to assure his minister "what was dey a-doin'?" "ebery one of 'em," was the answer, "was a-holdin' a cullud pusson between him an' de fire!" race pride sam jones, the evangelist, was leading a revival meeting in huntsville, texas, a number of years ago, and at the close of one of the services an old negro woman pushed her way up through the crowd to the edge of the pulpit platform. sam took the perspiring black hand that was held out to him, and heard the old woman say: "brudder jones, you sho' is a fine preacher! yes, suh; de lord bless you. you's des everybody's preacher. you's de white folks' preacher, and de niggers' preacher, and everybody's preacher. brudder jones, yo' skin's white, but, thank de lord, yo' heart's des as black as any nigger's!" an irishman and a jew were discussing the great men who had belonged to each race and, as may be expected, got into a heated argument. finally the irishman said: "ikey, listen. for ivery great jew ye can name ye may pull out one of me whiskers, an' for ivery great irishman i can name i'll pull one of yours. is it a go?" they consented, and pat reached over, got hold of a whisker, said, "robert emmet,' and pulled. "moses!" said the jew, and pulled one of pat's tenderest. "dan o'connell," said pat and took another. "abraham," said ikey, helping himself again. "patrick henry," returned pat with a vicious yank. "the twelve apostles," said the jew, taking a handful of whiskers. pat emitted a roar of pain, grasped the jew's beard with both hands, and yelled, "the ancient order of hibernians!" race suicide "prisoner, why did you assault this landlord?" "your honor, because i have several children he refused to rent me a flat." "well, that is his privilege." "but, your honor, he calls his apartment house 'the roosevelt.'" races in answer to the question, "what are the five great races of mankind?" a chinese student replied, "the yards, the hurdles, the quartermile, the mile, and the three miles." "now, thomas," said the foreman of the construction gang to a green hand who had just been put on the job, "keep your eyes open. when you see a train coming throw down your tools and jump off the track. run like blazes." "sure!" said thomas, and began to swing his pick. in a few moments the empire state express came whirling along. thomas threw down his pick and started up the track ahead of the train as fast as he could run. the train overtook him and tossed him into a ditch. badly shaken up he was taken to the hospital, where the foreman visited him. "you blithering idiot," said the foreman, "didn't i tell you to get out of the road? didn't i tell you to take care and get out of the way? why didn't you run up the side of the hill?" "up the soide of the hill is it, sor?" said thomas through the bandages on his face. "up the soide of the hill? be the powers, i couldn't bate it on the level, let alone runnin' uphill!" railroads "talk 'bout railroads bein' a blessin'," said brother dickey, "des look at de loads an' loads er watermelons deys haulin' out de state, ter dem folks 'way up north what never done nuthin' ter deserve sich a dispensation!" on one of the southern railroads there is a station-building that is commonly known by travelers as the smallest railroad station in america. it is of this station that the story is told that an old farmer was expecting a chicken-house to arrive there, and he sent one of his hands, a new-comer, to fetch it. arriving there the man saw the house, loaded it on to his wagon and started for home. on the way he met a man in uniform with the words "station agent" on his cap. "say, hold on. what have you got on that wagon?" he asked. "my chicken-house, of course," was the reply. "chicken-house be jiggered!" exploded the official. "that's the station!" "i read of the terrible vengeance inflicted upon one of their members by a band of robbers in mississippi last week." "what did they do? shoot him?" "no; they tied him upon the railroad tracks." "awful! and he was ground to pieces, i suppose?" "nothing like it. the poor fellow starved to death waiting for the next train."--_w. dayton wegefarth_. the reporter who had accompanied the special train to the scene of the wreck, hurried down the embankment and found a man who had one arm in a sling, a bandage over one eye, his front teeth gone, and his nose knocked four points to starboard, sitting on a piece of the locomotive and surveying the horrible ruin all about him. "can you give me some particulars of this accident?" asked the reporter, taking out his notebook. "i haven't heard of any accident, young man," replied the disfigured party stiffly. he was one of the directors of the railroad. the hon. john sharp williams had an engagement to speak in a small southern town. the train he was traveling on was not of the swiftest, and he lost no opportunity of keeping the conductor informed as to his opinions of that particular road. "well, if yer don't like it," the conductor finally blurted out, "why in thunder don't yer git out an' walk?" "i would," mr. williams blandly replied, "but you see the committee doesn't expect me until this train gets in." "we were bounding along," said a recent traveler on a local south african single-line railway, "at the rate of about seven miles an hour, and the whole train was shaking terribly. i expected every moment to see my bones protruding through my skin. passengers were rolling from one end of the car to the other. i held on firmly to the arms of the seat. presently we settled down a bit quieter; at least, i could keep my hat on, and my teeth didn't chatter. "there was a quiet looking man opposite me. i looked up with a ghastly smile, wishing to appear cheerful, and said: "'we are going a bit smoother, i see.' "'yes,' he said, 'we're off the track now.'" three men were talking in rather a large way as to the excellent train service each had in his special locality: one was from the west, one from new england, and the other from new york. the former two had told of marvelous doings of trains, and it is distinctly "up" to the man from new york. "now in new york," he said, "we not only run our trains fast, but we also start them fast. i remember the case of a friend of mine whose wife went to see him off for the west on the pennsylvania at jersey city. as the train was about to start my friend said his final good-by to his wife, and leaned down from the car platform to kiss her. the train started, and, would you believe it, my friend found himself kissing a strange woman on the platform at trenton!" and the other men gave it up. "say, young man," asked an old lady at the ticket-office, "what time does the next train pull in here and how long does it stay?" "from two to two to two-two," was the curt reply. "well, i declare! be you the whistle?" an express on the long island railroad was tearing away at a wild and awe-inspiring rate of six miles an hour, when all of a sudden it stopped altogether. most of the passengers did not notice the difference; but one of them happened to be somewhat anxious to reach his destination before old age claimed him for its own. he put his head through the window to find that the cause of the stop was a cow on the track. after a while they continued the journey for half an hour or so, and then--another stop. "what's wrong now?" asked the impatient passenger of the conductor. "a cow on the track." "but i thought you drove it off." "so we did," said the conductor, "but we caught up with it again." the president of one great southern railway pulled into a southern city in his private car. it was also the terminal of a competing road, and the private car of the president of the other line was on a side track. there was great rivalry between these two lines, which extended from the president of each down to the most humble employe. in the evening the colored cook from one of the cars wandered over to pass the time of day with the cook on the other car. one of these roads had recently had an appalling list of accidents, and the death-toll was exceptionally high. the cook from this road sauntered up to the back platform of the private car, and after an interchange of courtesies said: "well, how am youh ole jerkwatah railroad these days? am you habbing prosper's times?" "man," said the other, "we-all am so prosperous that if we was any moah prosperous we just naturally couldn't stand hit." "hough!" said the other, "we-all am moah prosperous than you-all." "man," said the other, "we dun carry moah'n a million passengers last month." "foah de lord's sake!" ejaculated the first negro. "you-all carried moah'n a million passengers? go on with you, nigger; we dun kill moah passengers than you carry." it was on a little branch railway in a southern state that the new england woman ventured to refer to the high rates. "it seems to me five cents a mile is extortion," she said, with frankness, to her southern cousin. "it's a big lot of money to pay if you think of it by the mile," said the southerner, in her soft drawl; "but you just think how cheap it is by the hour, cousin annie--only about thirty-five cents."--_youth's companion_. rapid transit one cold, wintry morning a man of tall and angular build was walking down a steep hill at a quick pace. a treacherous piece of ice under the snow caused him to lose control of his feet; he began to slide and was unable to stop. at a cross-street half-way down the decline he encountered a large, heavy woman, with her arms full of bundles. the meeting was sudden, and before either realized it a collision ensued and both were sliding down hill, a grand ensemble--the thin man underneath, the fat woman and bundles on top. when the bottom was reached and the woman was trying in vain to recover her breath and her feet, these faint words were borne to her ear: "pardon me, madam, but you will have to get off here. this is as far as i go." reading _see_ books and reading. real estate agents little nelly told little anita what she termed a "little fib." anita--"a fib is the same as a story, and a story is the same as a lie." nelly--"no, it is not." anita--"yes, it is, because my father said so, and my father is a professor at the university." nelly--"i don't care if he is. my father is a real estate man, and he knows more about lying than your father does." realism the storekeeper at yount, idaho, tells the following tale of ole olson, who later became the little town's mayor. "one night, just before closin' up time, ole, hatless, coatless, and breathless, come rushin' into the store, an' droppin' on his knees yelled, 'yon, yon, hide me, hide me! ye sheriff's after me!' "'i've no place to hide you here, ole,' said i. "'you moost, you moost!' screamed ole. "'crawl into that gunny-sack then,' said i. "he'd no more'n gotten hid when in runs the sheriff. "'seen ole?' said he. "'don't see him here,' said i, without lyin'. "then the sheriff went a-nosin' round an' pretty soon he spotted the gunny-sack over in the corner. "'what's in here?' said he. "'oh, just some old harness and sleigh-bells,' said i. "with that he gives it an awful boot. "'yingle, yingle, yingle!' moaned ole." mother--"tommy, if you're pretending to be an automobile, i wish you'd run over to the store and get me some butter." tommy--"i'm awful sorry, mother, but i'm all out of gasoline."--_judge_. "children," said the teacher, instructing the class in composition, "you should not attempt any flights of fancy; simply be yourselves and write what is in you. do not imitate any other person's writings or draw inspiration from outside sources." as a result of this advice tommy wise turned out the following composition: "we should not attempt any flights of fancy, but write what is in us. in me there is my stummick, lungs, hart, liver, two apples, one piece of pie, one stick of lemon candy and my dinner." "a great deal of fun has been poked at the realistic school of art," says a new york artist, "and it must be confessed that some ground has been given to the enemy. why, there recently came to my notice a picture of an assyrian bath, done by a chicago man, and so careful was he of all the details that the towels hanging up were all marked 'nebuchadnezzar' in the corner, in cuneiform characters." recall sunday school teacher--"johnny, what is the text from judges?" johnny-"i don't believe in recalling the judiciary, mum." "senator, why don't you unpack your trunk? you'll be in washington for six years." "i don't know about that. my state has the recall." recommendations a firm of shady outside london brokers was prosecuted for swindling. in acquitting them the court, with great severity, said: "there is not sufficient evidence to convict you, but if anyone wishes to know my opinion of you i hope that they will refer to me." next day the firm's advertisement appeared in every available medium with the following, well displayed: "reference as to probity, by special permission, the lord chief justice of england." mistress--"have you a reference?" bridget--"foine; oi held the poker over her till oi got it." there is a story of a scotch gentleman who had to dismiss his gardener for dishonesty. for the sake of the man's wife and family, however, he gave him a "character," and framed it in this way: "i hereby certify that a. b. has been my gardener for over two years, and that during that time he got more out of the garden than any man i ever employed." the buxom maid had been hinting that she did not think much of working out, and this in conjunction with the nightly appearance of a rather sheepish young man caused her mistress much apprehension. "martha, is it possible that you are thinking of getting married?" "yes'm," admitted martha, blushing. "not that young fellow who has been calling on you lately?" "yes'm he's the one." "but you have only known him a few days." "three weeks come thursday," corrected martha. "do you think that is long enough to know a man before taking such an important step?" "well," answered martha with spirit, "'tain't 's if he was some new feller. he's well recommended; a perfectly lovely girl i know was engaged to him for a long while." an englishman and an irishman went to the captain of a ship bound for america and asked permission to work their passage over. the captain consented, but asked the irishman for references and let the englishman go on without them. this made the irishman angry and he planned to get even. one day when they were washing off the deck, the englishman leaned far over the rail, dropped the bucket, and was just about to haul it up when a huge wave came and pulled him overboard. the irishman stopped scrubbing, went over to the rail and, seeing the englishman had disappeared, went to the captain and said: "perhaps yez remember whin i shipped aboard this vessel ye asked me for riferences and let the englishman come on widout thim?" the captain said: "yes, i remember." "well, ye've been decaved," said the irishman; "he's gone off wid yer pail!" reconciliations "yes, i quarreled with my wife about nothing." "why don't you make up?" "i'm going to. all i'm worried about now is the indemnity." reformers louise--"the man that edith married is a reformer." julia--"how did he lose his money?"--_judge_. he was earnestly but prosily orating at the audience. "i want land reform," he wound up, "i want housing reform, i want educational reform, i want--" and said a bored voice in the audience: "chloroform." the young woman sat before her glass and gazed long and earnestly at the reflection there. she screwed up her face in many ways. she fluffed her hair and then smoothed it down again; she raised her eyes and lowered them; she showed her teeth and she pressed her lips tightly together. at last she got up, with a weary sigh, and said: "it's no use. i'll be some kind of reformer." regrets a newport man who was invited to a house party at bar harbor, telegraphed to the hostess: "regret i can't come. lie follows by post." after the death of lord houghton, there was found in his correspondence the following reply to a dinner invitation: "mrs. ---- presents her compliments to lord houghton. her husband died on tuesday, otherwise he would have been delighted to dine with lord houghton on thursday next." a young woman prominent in the social set of an ohio town tells of a young man there who had not familiarized himself with the forms of polite correspondence to the fullest extent. when, on one occasion, he found it necessary to decline an invitation, he did so in the following terms: "mr. henry blank declines with pleasure mrs. wood's invitation for the nineteenth, and thanks her extremely for having given him the opportunity of doing so." rehearsals the funeral procession was moving along the village street when uncle abe stepped out of a store. he hadn't heard the news. "sho," said uncle abe, "who they buryin' today?" "pore old tite harrison," said the storekeeper. "sho," said uncle abe. "tite harrison, hey? is tite dead?" "you don't think we're rehearsin' with him, do you?" snapped the storekeeper. relatives "it is hard, indeed," said the melancholy gentleman, "to lose one's relatives." "hard?" snorted the gentleman of wealth. "hard? it is impossible!" religions when bishop phillips brooks sailed from america on his last trip to europe, a friend jokingly remarked that while abroad he might discover some new religion to bring home with him. "but be careful of it, bishop brooks," remarked a listening friend; "it may be difficult to get your new religion through the custom house." "i guess not," replied the bishop, laughingly, "for we may take it for granted that any new religion popular enough to import will have no duties attached to it." at a recent conference of baptists, methodists, and english friends, in the city of chengtu, china, two chinamen were heard discussing the three denominations. one of them said to the other: "they say these denominations have different beliefs. just what is the difference between them?" "oh," said the other, "not much! big washee, little washee, no washee, that is all." a recent book on russia relates the story of the anger of the apostle john because a certain peasant burned no tapers to his ikon, but honored, instead, the ikon of apostle peter in st. john's own church. the two apostles talked it over as they walked the fields near kieff, and apostle john decided to send a terrible storm to destroy the just ripe corn of the peasant. his decision was carried out, and the next day he met apostle peter and boasted of his punishing wrath. and apostle peter only laughed. "ai, yi, yi, apostle john," he said, "what a mess you've made of it. i stepped around, saw my friend, and told him what you were going to do, so he sold his corn to the priest of your church." the priest of a new york parish met one of his parishioners, who had long been out of work, and asked him whether he had found anything to do. the man grinned with infinite satisfaction, and replied: "yiss indade, ycr riverince, an' a foine job too! oi'm gettin' three dollars a day fur pullin' down a prodesant church!" a man addicted to walking in his sleep went to bed all right one night, but when he awoke he found himself on the street in the grasp of a policeman. "hold on," he cried, "you mustn't arrest me. i'm a somnambulist." to which the policeman replied: "i don't care what your religion is--yer can't walk the streets in yer nightshirt." the friendship existing between father kelly and rabbi levi is proof against differences in race and religion. each distinguished for his learning, his eloquence and his wit; and they delight in chaffing each other. they were seated opposite each other at a banquet where some delicious roast ham was served and father kelly made comments upon its flavor. presently he leaned forward and in a voice that carried far, he addressed his friend: "rabbi levi, when are you going to become liberal enough to eat ham?" "at your wedding, father kelly," retorted the rabbi. the broad-minded see the truth in different religions; the narrow-minded see only their differences.--_chinese proverb_. remedies mistress--"did the mustard plaster do you any good, bridget?" maid--"yes; but, begorry, mum, it do bite the tongue!" sufferer--"i have a terrible toothache and want something to cure it." friend--"now, you don't need any medicine. i had a toothache yesterday and i went home and my loving wife kissed me and so consoled me that the pain soon passed away. why don't you try the same?" sufferer--"i think i will. is your wife at home now?" for every ill beneath the sun there is some remedy or none; if there be one, resolve to find it; if not, submit, and never mind it. reminders the wife of an overworked promoter said at breakfast: "will you post this letter for me, dear? it's to the furrier, countermanding my order for that $ sable and ermine stole. you'll be sure to remember?" the tired eyes of the harassed, shabby promoter lit up with joy. he seized a skipping rope that lay with a heap of dolls and toys in a corner, and going to his wife, he said: "here, tie my right hand to my left foot so i won't forget!" repartee repartee is saying on the instant what you didn't say until the next morning. among the members of a working gang on a certain railroad was an irishman who claimed to be very good at figures. the boss, thinking that he would get ahead of pat, said: "say, pat, how many shirts can you get out of a yard?" "that depends," answered pat, "on whose yard you get into." a middle-aged farmer accosted a serious-faced youth outside the grand central station in new york the other day. "young man," he said, plucking his sleeve, "i wanter go to central park." the youth seemed lost in consideration for a moment. "well," he said finally, "you may just this once. but i don't want you ever, _ever_ to ask me again." seedy visitor--"do you have many wrecks about here, boatman?" boatman--"not very many, sir. you're the first i've seen this season." her dad--"no, sir; i won't have my daughter tied for life to a stupid fool." her suitor--"then don't you think you'd better let me take her off your hands?" wendell phillips was traveling through ohio once when he fell in with a car full of ministers returning from a convention. one of the ministers, a southerner from kentucky, was naturally not very cordial to the opinions of the great abolitionist and set out to embarrass mr. phillips. so, before the group of ministers, he said: "you are wendell phillips, are you not?" "yes," answered the great abolitionist. "and you are trying to free the niggers, aren't you?" "yes, sir; i am." "well, why do you preach your doctrines up here? why don't you go over into kentucky?" "excuse me, are you a preacher?" "i am, sir." "are you trying to save souls from hell?" "yes, sir; that is my business." "well, why don't you go there then?" asked mr. phillips. solemn senior--"so your efforts to get on the team were fruitless, were they?" foolish freshman--"oh, no! not at all. they gave me a lemon."--_harvard lampoon_. a benevolent person watched a workman laboriously windlassing rock from a shaft while the broiling sun was beating down on his bare head. "my dear man," observed the onlooker, "are you not afraid that your brain will be affected in the hot sun?" the laborer contemplated him for a moment and then replied: "do you think a man with any brains would be working at this kind of a job?" winston churchill, the young english statesman, recently began to raise a mustache, and while it was still in the budding stage he was asked at a dinner party to take in to dinner an english girl who had decided opposing political views. "i am sorry," said mr. churchill, "we cannot agree on politics." "no, we can't," rejoined the girl, "for to be frank with you i like your politics about as little as i do your mustache." "well," replied mr. churchill, "remember that you are not likely to come into contact with either." strickland gillilan, the lecturer and the man who pole-vaulted into fame by his "off ag'in, on ag'in, finnigin" verses, was about to deliver a lecture in a small missouri town. he asked the chairman of the committee whether he might have a small pitcher of ice-water on the platform table. "to drink?" queried the committeeman. "no," answered gillilan. "i do a high-diving act." traveler--"say, boy, your corn looks kind of yellow." boy--"yes, sir. that's the kind we planted." traveler--"looks as though you will only have half a crop." boy--"don't expect any more. the landlord gets the other half." traveler (after a moment's thought)--"say, there is not much difference between you and a fool." boy--"no, sir. only the fence." president lincoln was busily engaged in his office when an attendant, a young man of sixteen, unceremoniously entered and gave him a card. without rising, the president glanced at the card. "pshaw. she here again? i told her last week that i could not interfere in her case. i cannot see her," he said impatiently. "get rid of her any way you can. tell her i am asleep, or anything you like." quickly returning to the lady in an adjacent room, this exceedingly bright boy said to her, "the president told me to tell you that he is asleep." the lady's eyes sparkled as she responded, "ah, he says he is asleep, eh? well, will you be kind enough to return and ask him when he intends to wake up?" the garrulous old lady in the stern of the boat had pestered the guide with her comments and questions ever since they had started. her meek little husband, who was hunched toad-like in the bow, fished in silence. the old lady had seemingly exhausted every possible point in fish and animal life, woodcraft, and personal history when she suddenly espied one of those curious paths of oily, unbroken water frequently seen on small lakes which are ruffled by a light breeze. "oh, guide, guide," she exclaimed, "what makes that funny streak in the water--no, there--right over there!" the guide was busy re-baiting the old gentleman's hook and merely mumbled "u-m-mm." "guide," repeated the old lady in tones that were not to be denied, "look right over there where i'm pointing and tell me what makes that funny streak in the water." the guide looked up from his baiting with a sigh. "that? oh, that's where the road went across the ice last winter." nothing more clearly expresses the sentiments of harvard men in seasons of athletic rivalry than the time-honored "to hell with yale!" once when dean briggs, of harvard, and edward everett hale were on their way to a game at soldiers' field a friend asked: "where are you going, dean?" "to yell with hale," answered briggs with a meaning smile. john kendrick bangs one day called up his wife on the telephone. the maid at the other end did not recognize her "master's voice," and after bangs had told her whom he wanted the maid asked: "do you wish to speak with mrs. bangs?" "no, indeed," replied the humorist; "i want to kiss her." a boy took a position in an office where two different telephones were installed. "your wife would like to speak to you on the 'phone, sir," he said to his employer. "which one?" inquired the boss, starting toward the two booths. "please, sir, she didn't say, and i didn't know that you had more than one." an englishman was being shown the sights along the potomac. "here," remarked the american, "is where george washington threw a dollar across the river." "well," replied the englishman, "that is not very remarkable, for a dollar went much further in those days than it does now." the american would not be worsted, so, after a short pause, he said: "but washington accomplished a greater feat than that. he once chucked a sovereign across the atlantic." pat was busy on a road working with his coat off. there were two englishmen laboring on the same road, so they decided to have a joke with the irishman. they painted a donkey's head on the back of pat's coat, and watched to see him put it on. pat, of course, saw the donkey's head on his coat, and, turning to the englishmen, said: "which of yez wiped your face on me coat?" a district leader went to sea girt, in , to see the democratic candidate for president. in the course of an animated conversation, the leader, noticing that governor wilson's eyeglasses were perched perilously near the tip of his nose remarked: "your glasses, governor, are almost on your mouth." "that's all right," was the quick response. "i want to see what i'm talking about." according to the london _globe_ two germans were halted at the french frontier by the customs officers. "we have each to declare three bottles of red wine," said one of the germans to the _douaniers_. "how much to pay?" "where are the bottles?" asked the customs man. "they are within!" laughed the teuton making a gesture. the french _douanier_, unruffled, took down his tariff book and read, or pretended to read: "wines imported in bottles pay so much, wines imported in barrels pay so much, and wines _en peaux d'âne_ pay no duty. you can pass, gentlemen." a small boy was hoeing corn in a sterile field by the roadside, when a passer-by stopped and said: "'pears to me your corn is rather small." "certainly," said the boy; "it's dwarf corn." "but it looks yaller." "certainly; we planted the yaller kind." "but it looks as if you wouldn't get more than half a crop." "of course not; we planted it on halves." reporting _see_ journalism; newspapers. republican party the morning after a banquet, during the democratic convention in baltimore, a prominent republican thus greeted an equally well-known democrat: "i understand there were some republicans at the banquet last night." "oh, yes," said the democrat genially, "one waited on me." reputation popularity is when people like you; and reputation is when they ought to, but really can't.--_frank richardson_. resemblances senator blackburn is a thorough kentuckian, and has all the local pride of one born in the blue-grass section of his state. he also has the prejudice against being taken for an indianian which seems inherent in all native-born kentuckians. while coming to congress, several sessions ago, he was approached in the pullman coach by a new yorker, who, after bowing politely to him, said: "is not this senator blackburn of indiana?" the kentuckian sprang from his seat, and glaring at his interlocutor exclaimed angrily: "no, sir, by ----. the reason i look so bad is i have been sick!" "every time the baby looks into my face he smiles," said mr. meekins. "well," answered his wife, "it may not be exactly polite, but it shows he has a sense of humor." mark twain constantly received letters and photographs from men who had been told that they looked like him. one was from florida, and the likeness, as shown by the man's picture, was really remarkable so remarkable, indeed, that mr. clemens sent the following acknowledgment: "my dear sir: i thank you very much for your letter and the photograph. in my opinion you are certainly more like me than any other of my doubles. in fact, i am sure that if you stood before me in a mirrorless frame i could shave by you." neighbor: "johnny, i think in looks you favor your mother a great deal." johnny: "well. i may look like her, but do you tink dat's a favor?" resignation "then you don't think i practice what i preach, eh?" queried the minister in talking with one of the deacons at a meeting. "no, sir, i don't," replied the deacon "you've been preachin' on the subject of resignation for two years an' ye haven't resigned yet." respectability "is he respectable?"' "eminently so. he's never been indicted for anything less than stealing a railroad."--_wasp_. rest cure a weather-beaten damsel somewhat over six feet in height and with a pair of shoulders proportionately broad appeared at a back door in wyoming and asked for light housework. she said that her name was lizzie, and explained that she had been ill with typhoid and was convalescing. "where did you come from, lizzie?" inquired the woman of the house. "where have you been?" "i've been workin' out on howell's ranch," replied lizzie, "diggin' post-holes while i was gittin' my strength back." retaliation you know that fellow, jim mcgroiarty, the lad that's always comin' up and thumpin' ye on the chest and yellin', 'how are ye?'" "i know him." "i'll bet he's smashed twinty cigars for me--some of them clear havanny--but i'll get even with him now." "how will you do it?" "i'll tell ye. jim always hits me over the vest pocket where i carry my cigars. he'll hit me just once more. there's no cigar in me vest pocket this mornin'. instead of it, there's a stick of dynamite, d'ye mind!" once when henry ward beecher was in the midst of an eloquent political speech some wag in the audience crowed like a cock. it was done to perfection and the audience was convulsed with laughter. the great orator's friends felt uneasy as to his reception of the interruption. but mr. beecher stood perfectly calm. he stopped speaking, listened till the crowing ceased, and while the audience was laughing he pulled out his watch. then he said: "that's strange. my watch says it is only ten o'clock. but there can't be any mistake about it. it must be morning, for the instincts of the lower animals are absolutely infallible." an episcopal clergyman, rector of a fashionable church in one of boston's most exclusive suburbs, so as not to be bothered with the innumerable telephone calls that fall to one in his profession, had his name left out of the telephone book. a prominent merchant of the same name, living in the same suburb, was continually annoyed by requests to officiate at funerals and baptisms. he went to the rector, told his troubles in a kindly way, and asked the parson to have his name put in the directory. but without success. the merchant then determined to complain to the telephone company. as he was writing the letter, one saturday evening, the telephone rang and the timid voice of a young man asked if the rev. mr. blank would marry him at once. a happy thought came to the merchant: "no, i'm too damn busy writing my sermon," he replied. revolutions haiti was in the midst of a revolution. as a phase of it two armed bodies were approaching each other so that a third was about to be caught between them. the commander of the third party saw the predicament. on the right government troops, on the left insurgents. "general, why do you not give the order to fire?" asked an aide, dashing up on a lame mule. "i would like to," responded the general, "but, great scott! i can't remember which side we're fighting for." rewards said a great congregational preacher to a hen, "you're a beautiful creature." and the hen, just for that, laid an egg in his hat, and thus did the hen reward beecher. rheumatism farmer barnes--"i've bought a barometer, hannah, to tell when it's going to rain, ye know." mrs. barnes--"to tell when it's goin' to rain! why, i never heard o' such extravagance. what do ye s'pose th' lord has given ye th' rheumatis for?"--_tit-bits_. roads a yankee just returning to the states was dining with an englishman, and the latter complained of the mud in america. "yes," said the american, "but it's nothing to the mud over here." "nonsense!" said the englishman. "fact," the american replied. "why, this afternoon i had a remarkable adventure--came near getting into trouble with an old gentleman--all through your confounded mud." "some of the streets are a little greasy at this season, i admit," said the englishman. "what was your adventure, though?" "well," said the american, "as i was walking along i noticed that the mud was very thick, and presently i saw a high hat afloat on a large puddle of very rich ooze. thinking to do some one a kindness, i gave the hat a poke with my stick, when an old gentleman looked up from beneath, surprised and frowning. 'hello!' i said. 'you're in pretty deep!' 'deeper than you think,' he said. 'i'm on the top of an omnibus!'" roasts as william faversham was having his luncheon in a birmingham hotel he was much annoyed by another visitor, who, during the whole of the meal, stood with his back to the fire warming himself and watching faversham eat. at length, unable to endure it any longer, mr. faversham rang the bell and said: "waiter, kindly turn that gentleman around. i think he is done on that side." roosevelt, theodore a delegation from kansas visited theodore roosevelt at oyster bay some years ago, while he was president. the host met them with coat and collar off, mopping his brow. "ah, gentlemen," he said, "dee-lighted to see you. dee-lighted. but i'm very busy putting in my hay just now. come down to the barn with me and we'll talk things over while i work." down to the barn hustled president and delegation. mr. roosevelt seized a pitchfork and--but where was the hay? "john!" shouted the president. "john! where's all the hay?" "sorry, sir," came john's voice from the loft, "but i ain't had time to throw it back since you threw it up for yesterday's delegation." salaries a country school-teacher was cashing her monthly check at the bank. the teller apologized for the filthy condition of the bills, saying, "i hope you're not afraid of microbes." "not a bit of it," the schoolma'am replied. "i'm sure no microbe could live on my salary!"--_frances kirkland_. salesmen and salesmanship a darky fruit-dealer in georgia has a sign above his wares that reads: watermelons our choice cents. your choice cents. --_elgin burroughs_. the quick wit of a traveling salesman who has since become a well-known merchant was severely tested one day. he sent in his card by the office-boy to the manager of a large concern, whose inner office was separated from the waiting-room by a ground-glass partition. when the boy handed his card to the manager the salesman saw him impatiently tear it in half and throw it in the waste-basket; the boy came out and told the caller that he could not see the chief. the salesman told the boy to go back and get him his card; the boy brought out five cents, with the message that his card was torn up. then the salesman took out another card and sent the boy back, saying: "tell your boss i sell two cards for five cents." he got his interview and sold a large bill of goods. a young man entered a hat store and asked to see the latest styles in derbies. he was evidently hard to please, for soon the counter was covered with hats that he had tried on and found wanting. at last the salesman picked up a brown derby, brushed it off on his sleeve, and extended it admiringly. "these are being very much worn this season, sir," he said. "won't you try it on?" the customer put the hat on and surveyed himself critically in the mirror. "you're sure it's in style?" "the most fashionable thing we have in the shop, sir. and it suits you to perfection--if the fit's right." "yes, it fits very well. so you think i had better have it?" "i don't think you could do better." "no, i don't think i could. so i guess i won't buy a new one after all." the salesman had been boosting the customer's old hat, which had become mixed among the many new ones. visitor--"can i see that motorist who was brought here an hour ago?" nurse--"he hasn't come to his senses yet." visitor--"oh, that's all right. i only want to sell him another car."--_judge_. "that fellow is too slick for me. sold me a lot that was two feet under water. i went around to demand my money back." "get it?" "get nothing! then he sold me a second-hand gasoline launch and a copy of 'venetian life,' by w.d. howells." in a small south carolina town that was "finished" before the war, two men were playing checkers in the back of a store. a traveling man who was making his first trip to the town was watching the game, and, not being acquainted with the business methods of the citizens, he called the attention of the owner of the store to some customers who had just entered the front door. "sh! sh!" answered the storekeeper, making another move on the checkerboard. "keep perfectly quiet and they'll go out." he who finds he has something to sell, and goes and whispers it down a well, is not so apt to collar the dollars, as he who climbs a tree and hollers. --_the advertiser_ saloons "where can i get a drink in this town?" asked a traveling man who landed at a little town in the oil region of oklahoma, of the 'bus driver. "see that millinery shop over there?" asked the driver, pointing to a building near the depot. "you don't mean to say they sell whiskey in a millinery store?" exclaimed the drummer. "no, i mean that's the only place here they don't sell it," said the 'bus man. salvation willis--"some of these rich fellows seem to think that they can buy their way into heaven by leaving a million dollars to a church when they die." gillis--"i don't know but that they stand as much chance as some of these other rich fellows who are trying to get in on the instalment plan of ten cents a sunday while they're living."--_lauren s. hamilton_. an italian noble at church one day gave a priest who begged for the souls in purgatory, a piece of gold. "ah, my lord," said the good father, "you have now delivered a soul." the count threw another piece upon the plate. "here is another soul delivered," said the priest. "are you positive of it?" replied the count. "yes, my lord," replied the priest; "i am certain they are now in heaven." "then," said the count, "i'll take back my money, for it signifies nothing to you now, seeing the souls have already got to heaven." an episcopal missionary in wyoming visited one of the outlying districts in his territory for the purpose of conducting prayer in the home of a large family not conspicuous for its piety. he made known his intentions to the woman of the house, and she murmured vaguely that "she'd go out and see." she was long in returning, and after a tiresome wait the missionary went to the door and called with some impatience: "aren't you coming in? don't you care anything about your souls?" "souls?" yelled the head of the family from the orchard. "we haven't got time to fool with our souls when the bees are swarmin'." edith was light-hearted and merry over everything. nothing appealed to her seriously. so, one day, her mother decided to invite a very serious young parson to dinner, and he was placed next the light-hearted girl. everything went well until she asked him: "you speak of everybody having a mission. what is yours?" "my mission," said the parson, "is to save young men." "good," replied the girl, "i'm glad to meet you. i wish you'd save one for me." saving take care of the pennies and the dollars will be blown in by your heirs.--_puck_. "do you save up money for a rainy day, dear?" "oh, no! i never shop when it rains." johnny--"papa, would you be glad if i saved a dollar for you?" papa--"certainly, my son." johnny--"well, i saved it for you, all right. you said if i brought a first-class report from my teacher this week you would give me a dollar, and i didn't bring it." according to the following story, economy has its pains as well as its pleasures, even after the saving is done. one spring, for some reason, old eli was going round town with the face of dissatisfaction, and, when questioned, poured forth his voluble tale of woe thus: "marse geo'ge, he come to me last fall an' he say, 'eli, dis gwine ter be a hard winter, so yo' be keerful, an' save yo' wages fas' an' tight.' "an' i b'lieve marse geo'ge, yas, sah, i b'lieve him, an' i save an' i save, an' when de winter come it ain't got no hardship, an' dere was i wid all dat money jes' frown on mah hands!" "robert dear," said the coy little maiden to her sweetheart, "i'm sure you love me; but give me some proof of it, darling. we can't marry on fifteen dollars a week, you know." "well, what do you want me to do?" said he, with a grieved air. "why, save up a thousand dollars, and have it safe in the bank, and then i'll marry you." about two months later she cuddled up close to him on the sofa one evening, and said: "robert dear, have you saved up that thousand yet?" "why, no, my love," he replied; "not all of it." "how much have you saved, darling?" "just two dollars and thirty-five cents, dear." "oh, well," said the sweet young thing as she snuggled a little closer, "don't let's wait any longer, darling. i guess that'll do."--_r.m. winans_. _see_ also economy; thrift. scandal an ill wind that blows nobody good. scholarship there is in washington an old "grouch' whose son was graduated from yale. when the young man came home at the end of his first term, he exulted in the fact that he stood next to the head of his class. but the old gentleman was not satisfied. "_next_ to the head!" he exclaimed. "what do you mean? i'd like to know what you think i'm sending you to college for? _next_ to the head! why aren't you at the head, where you ought to be?" at this the son was much crestfallen; but upon his return, he went about his work with such ambition that at the end of the term he found himself in the coveted place. when he went home that year he felt very proud. it would be great news for the old man. when the announcement was made, the father contemplated his son for a few minutes in silence; then, with a shrug, he remarked: "at the head of the class, eh? well, that's a fine commentary on yale university!"--_howard morse_. "well, there were only three boys in school to-day who could answer one question that the teacher asked us," said a proud boy of eight. "and i hope my boy was one of the three," said the proud mother. "well, i was," answered young hopeful, "and sam harris and harry stone were the other two." "i am very glad you proved yourself so good a scholar, my son; it makes your mother proud of you. what question did the teacher ask, johnnie?" "'who broke the glass in the back window?'" sammy's mother was greatly distressed because he had such poor marks in his school work. she scolded, coaxed, even promised him a dime if he would do better. the next day he came running home. "oh, mother," he shouted, "i got a hundred!" "and what did you get a hundred in?" "in two things," replied sammy without hesitation. "i got forty in readin' and sixty in spellin'." who ceases to be a student has never been one.--_george iles_. _see also_ college students. schools "mamma," complained little elsie, "i don't feel very well." "that's too bad, dear," said mother sympathetically. "where do you feel worst?" "in school, mamma." scientific management the late sylvanus miller, civil engineer, who was engaged in railroad enterprise in central america, was seeking local support for a road and attempted to give the matter point. he asked a native: "how long does it take you to carry your goods to market by muleback?" "three days," was the reply. "there's the point," said miller. "with our road in operation you could take your goods to market and be back home in one day." "very good, senor," answered the native. "but what would we do with the other two days?" a visitor from new york to the suburbs said to his host during the afternoon: "by the way, your front gate needs repairing. it was all i could do to get it open. you ought to have it trimmed or greased or something." "oh, no," replied the owner "oh, no, that's all right." "why is it?" asked the visitor. "because," was the reply, "every one who comes through that gate pumps two buckets of water into the tank on the roof." scotch, the a scotsman is one who prays on his knees on sunday and preys on his neighbors on week days. it being the southerner's turn, he told about a county in missouri so divided in sentiment that year after year the vote of a single man prohibits the sale of liquor there. "and what," he asked, "do you suppose is the name of the chap who keeps a whole county dry?" nobody had an idea. "mackintosh, as i'm alive!" declared the southerner. everybody laughed except the englishman. "it's just like a scotsman to be so obstinate!" he sniffed, and was much astonished when the rest of the party laughed more than ever. a scottish minister, taking his walk early in the morning, found one of his parishioners recumbent in a ditch. "where hae you been the nicht, andrew?" asked the minister. "weel, i dinna richtly ken," answered the prostrate one, "whether it was a wedding' or a funeral, but whichever it was it was a most extraordinary success." _see also_ thrift. seasickness a philadelphian, on his way to europe, was experiencing seasickness for the first time. calling his wife to his bedside, he said in a weak voice: "jennie, my will is in the commercial trust company's care. everything is left to you, dear. my various stocks you will find in my safe-deposit box." then he said fervently: "and, jenny, bury me on the other side. i can't stand this trip again, alive or dead."--_joe king_. motto for the dining saloon of an ocean steamship: "man wants but little here below, nor wants that little long." on the steamer the little bride was very much concerned about her husband, who was troubled with dyspepsia. "my husband is peculiarly liable to seasickness, captain," remarked the bride. "could you tell him what to do in case of an attack?" "that won't be necessary, madam," replied the captain; "he'll do it." a clergyman who was holding a children's service at a continental winter resort had occasion to catechize his hearers on the parable, of the unjust steward. "what is a steward?" he asked. a little boy who had arrived from england a few days before held up his hand. "he is a man, sir," he replied, with a reminiscent look on his face, "who brings you a basin." "the first day out was perfectly lovely," said the young lady just back from abroad. "the water was as smooth as glass, and it was simply gorgeous. but the second day was rough and--er--decidedly disgorgeous." the great ocean liner rolled and pitched. "henry," faltered the young bride, "do you still love me?" "more than ever, darling!" was henry's fervent answer. then there was an eloquent silence. "henry," she gasped, turning her pale, ghastly face away, "i thought that would make me feel better, but it doesn't!" there was a young man from ostend, who vowed he'd hold out to the end; but when half way over from calais to dover, he did what he didn't intend. seasons there was a young fellow named hall, who fell in the spring in the fall; 'twould have been a sad thing if he'd died in the spring, but he didn't--he died in the fall. senators a senator is very often a man who has risen from obscurity to something worse. "you have been conspicuous in the halls of legislation, have you not?" said the young woman who asks all sorts of questions. "yes, miss," answered senator sorghum, blandly; "i think i have participated in some of the richest hauls that legislation ever made." an aviator alighted on a field and said to a rather well-dressed individual: "here, mind my machine a minute, will you?" "what?" the well-dressed individual snarled. "me mind your machine? why, i'm a united states senator!" "well, what of it?" said the aviator. "i'll trust you." sense of humor "what of his sense of humor?" "well, he has to see a joke twice before he sees it once." --_richard kirk_. "a sense of humor is a help and a blessing through life," says rear admiral buhler. "but even a sense of humor may exist in excess. i have in mind the case of a british soldier who was sentenced to be flogged. during the flogging he laughed continually. the harder the lash was laid on, the harder the soldier laughed. "'wot's so funny about bein' flogged?' demanded the sergeant. "'why,' the soldier chuckled, 'i'm the wrong man.'" mark twain once approached a friend, a business man, and confided to him that he needed the assistance of a stenographer. "i can send you one, a fine young fellow," the friend said, "he came to my office yesterday in search of a position, but i didn't have an opening." "has he a sense of humor?" mark asked cautiously. "a sense of humor? he has--in fact, he got off one or two pretty witty things himself yesterday," the friend hastened to assure him. "sorry, but he won't do, then," mark said. "won't do? why?" "no," said mark. "i had one once before with a sense of humor, and it interfered too much with the work. i cannot afford to pay a man two dollars a day for laughing." the perception of the ludicrous is a pledge of sanity.--_emerson_. sentries _see_ armies. sermons _see_ preaching. servants tommy--"pop, what is it that the bible says is here to-day and gone to-morrow?" pop--"probably the cook, my son." as usual, they began discussing the play after the theater. "well, how did you like the piece, my dear?" asked the fond husband who had always found his wife a good critic. "very much. there's only one improbable thing in it: the second act takes place two years after the first, and they have the same servant." smith--"we are certainly in luck with our new cook--soup, meat, vegetables and dessert, everything perfect!" mrs. s.--"yes, but the dessert was made by her successor." the new girl--"an' may me intended visit me every sunday afternoon, ma'am?" mistress--"who is your intended, delia?" the new girl--"i don't know yet, ma'am. i'm a stranger in town." "and do you have to be called in the morning?" asked the lady who was about to engage a new girl. "i don't has to be, mum," replied the applicant, "unless you happens to need me." a maid dropped and broke a beautiful platter at a dinner recently. the host did not permit a trifle like this to ruffle him in the least. "these little accidents happen 'most every day," he said apologetically. "you see, she isn't a trained waitress. she was a dairymaid originally, but she had to abandon that occupation on account of her inability to handle the cows without breaking their horns." young housewives obliged to practice strict economy will sympathize with the sad experience of a washington woman. when her husband returned home one evening he found her dissolved in tears, and careful questioning elicited the reason for her grief. "dan," said she, "every day this week i have stopped to look at a perfect love of a hat in mme. louise's window. such a hat, dan, such a beautiful hat! but the price--well, i wanted it the worst way, but just couldn't afford to buy it." "well, dear," began the husband recklessly, "we might manage to--" "thank you, dan," interrupted the wife, "but there isn't any 'might' about it. i paid the cook this noon, and what do you think? she marched right down herself and bought that hat!"--_edwin tarrisse_. it is probable that many queens of the kitchen share the sentiment good-naturedly expressed by a scandinavian servant, recently taken into the service of a young matron of chicago. the youthful assumer of household cares was disposed to be a trifle patronizing. "now, lena," she asked earnestly, "are you a _good_ cook?" "ya-as, 'm, i tank so," said the girl, with perfect naiveté, "if you vill not try to help me."--_elgin burroughs_. "have you a good cook now?" "i don't know. i haven't been home since breakfast!" mrs. littletown--"this magazine looks rather the worse for wear." mrs. neartown--"yes, it's the one i sometimes lend to the servant on sundays." mrs. littletown--"doesn't she get tired of always reading the same one?" mrs. neartown--"oh, no. you see, it's the same book, but it's always a different servant."--_suburban life_. mrs. housen hohm--"what is your name?" applicant for cookship--"miss arlington." mrs. housen hohm--"do you expect to be called miss arlington?" applicant---"no, ma'am; not if you have an alarm clock in my room." mistress--"nora, i saw a policeman in the park to-day kiss a baby. i hope you will remember my objection to such things." nora--"sure, ma'am, no policeman would ever think iv kissin' yer baby whin i'm around." _see also_ gratitude; recommendations. shopping clerk--"can you let me off to-morrow afternoon? my wife wants me to go shopping with her." employer--"certainly not. we are much too busy." clerk--"thank you very much, sir. you are very kind!" shyness the late "lan maclaren" (dr. john watson) once told this story on himself to some friends: "i was coming over on the steamer to america, when one day i went into the library to do some literary work. i was very busy and looked so, i suppose. i had no sooner started to write than a diffident-looking young man plumped into the chair opposite me, began twirling his cap and stared at me. i let him sit there. an hour or more passed, and he was still there, returning my occasional and discouraging glances at him with a foolish, ingratiating smile. i was inclined to be annoyed. i had a suspicion that he was a reader of my books, perhaps an admirer--or an autograph-hunter. he could wait. but at last he rose, and still twirling his cap, he spoke: "'excuse me, doctor watson; i'm getting deathly sick in here and i'm real sorry to disturb you, but i thought you'd like to know that just as soon as you left her mrs. watson fell down the companionway stairs, and i guess she hurt herself pretty badly.'" signs when the late senator wolcott first went to colorado he and his brother opened a law office at idaho springs under the firm name of "ed. wolcott & bro." later the partnership was dissolved. the future senator packed his few assets, including the sign that had hung outside of his office, upon a burro and started for georgetown, a mining town farther up in the hills. upon his arrival he was greeted by a crowd of miners who critically surveyed him and his outfit. one of them, looking first at the sign that hung over the pack, then at wolcott, and finally at the donkey, ventured: "say, stranger, which of you is ed?" "buck" kilgore, of texas, who once kicked open the door of the house of representatives when speaker reed had all doors locked to prevent the minority from leaving the floor and thus escaping a vote, was noted for his indifference to forms and rules. speaker reed, annoyed by members bringing lighted cigars upon the floor of the house just before opening time, had signs conspicuously posted as follows: "no smoking on the floor of the house." one day just before convening the house his eagle eye detected kilgore nonchalantly puffing away at a fat cigar. calling a page, he told him to give his compliments to the gentleman from texas and ask him if he had not seen the signs. after a while the page returned and seated himself without reporting to the speaker, and mr. reed was irritated to see the gentleman from texas continue his smoke. with a frown he summoned the page and asked: "did you tell the gentleman from texas what i said?" "i did," replied the page. "what did he say?" asked reed. "well--er," stammered the page, "he said to give his compliments to you and tell you he did not believe in signs." silence a conversation with an englishman.--_heine_. ball-"what is silence?" hall-"the college yell of the school of experience." the other day upon the links a distinguished clergyman was playing a closely contested game of golf. he carefully teed up his ball and addressed it with the most aproved grace; he raised his driver and hit the ball a tremendous clip, but instead of soaring into the azure it perversely went about twelve feet to the right and then buzzed around in a circle. the clerical gentleman frowned, scowled, pursed up his mouth and bit his lips, but said nothing, and a friend who stood by him said: "doctor, that is the most profane silence i ever witnessed." sin man-like is it to fall into sin, fiend-like is it to dwell therein, christ-like is it for sin to grieve, god-like is it all sin to leave. --_friedrich von logan_. "now," said the clergyman to the sunday-school class, "can any of you tell me what are sins of omission?" "yes, sir," said the small boy. "they are the sins we ought to have done and haven't." singers as the celebrated soprano began to sing, little johnnie became greatly exercised over the gesticulations of the orchestra conductor. "what's that man shaking his stick at her for?" he demanded indignantly. "sh-h! he's not shaking his stick at her." but johnny was not convinced. "then what in thunder's she hollering for?" a visiting clergyman was occupying a pulpit in st. louis one sunday when it was the turn of the bass to sing a solo, which he did very badly, to the annoyance of the preacher, a lover of music. when the singer fell back in his seat, red of face and exhausted, the clergyman arose, placed his hands on the unopened bible, deliberately surveyed the faces of the congregation, and announced the text: "and the wind ceased and there was a great calm." it wasn't the text he had chosen, but it fitted his sermon as well as the occasion. one cold, wet, and windy night he came upon a negro shivering in the doorway of an atlanta store. wondering what the darky could be doing, standing on a cold, wet night in such a draughty position, the proprietor of the shop said: "jim, what are you doing here?" "'sense me, sir," said jim, "but i'm gwine to sing bass tomorrow mornin' at church, an' i am tryin' to ketch a cold."--_howard morse_. "the man who sings all day at work is a happy man." "yes, but how about the man who works and has to listen to him?" miss jeanette gilder was one of the ardent enthusiasts at the debut of tetrazzini. after the first act she rushed to the back of the house to greet one of her friends. "don't you think she is a wonder?" she asked excitedly. "she is a great singer unquestionably," responded her more phlegmatic friend, "but the registers of her voice are not so even as, for instance, melba's." "oh, bother melba," said miss gilder. "tetrazzini gives infinitely more heat from her registers." at a certain scottish dinner it was found that every one had contributed to the evening's entertainment but a certain doctor macdonald. "come, come, doctor macdonald," said the chairman, "we cannot let you escape." the doctor protested that he could not sing. "my voice is altogether unmusical, and resembles the sound caused by the act of rubbing a brick along the panels of a door." the company attributed this to the doctor's modesty. good singers, he was reminded, always needed a lot of pressing. "very well," said the doctor, "if you can stand it i will sing." long before he had finished his audience was uneasy. there was a painful silence as the doctor sat down, broken at length by the voice of a braw scot at the end of the table. "mon," he exclaimed, "your singin's no up to much, but your veracity's just awful. you're richt aboot that brick." she smiles, my darling smiles, and all the world is filled with light; she laughs--'tis like the bird's sweet call, in meadows fair and bright. she weeps--the world is cold and gray, rain-clouds shut out the view; she sings--i softly steal away and wait till she gets through. god sent his singers upon earth with songs of gladness and of mirth, that they might touch the hearts of men, and bring them back to heaven again. --_longfellow_. skating a young lady entered a crowded car with a pair of skates slung over her arm. an elderly gentleman arose to give her his seat. "thank you very much, sir," she said, "but i've been skating all afternoon, and i'm tired of sitting down." sky-scrapers _see_ buildings. sleep recently a friend who had heard that i sometimes suffer from insomnia told me of a sure cure. "eat a pint of peanuts and drink two or three glasses of milk before going to bed," said he, "and i'll warrant you'll be asleep within half an hour." i did as he suggested, and now for the benefit of others who may be afflicted with insomnia, i feel it my duty to report what happened, so far as i am able to recall the details. first, let me say my friend was right. i did go to sleep very soon after my retirement. then a friend with his head under his arm came along and asked me if i wanted to buy his feet. i was negotiating with him, when the dragon on which i was riding slipped out of his skin and left me floating in mid-air. while i was considering how i should get down, a bull with two heads peered over the edge of the wall and said he would haul me up if i would first climb up and rig a windlass for him. so as i was sliding down the mountainside the brakeman came in, and i asked him when the train would reach my station. "we passed your station four hundred years ago," he said, calmly folding the train up and slipping it into his vest pocket. at this juncture the clown bounded into the ring and pulled the center-pole out of the ground, lifting the tent and all the people in it up, up, while i stood on the earth below watching myself go out of sight among the clouds above. then i awoke, and found i had been asleep almost ten minutes.--_the good health clinic_. smiles there was a young lady of niger, who went for a ride on a tiger; they returned from the ride with the lady inside, and a smile on the face of the tiger. --_gilbert k. chesterton_. smoking a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.--_rudyard kipling_. aunt mary--(horrified) "good gracious. harold, what would your mother say if she saw you smoking cigarets?" harold (calmly)--"she'd have a fit. they're her cigarets." an irish soldier on sentry duty had orders to allow no one to smoke near his post. an officer with a lighted cigar approached whereupon pat boldly challenged him and ordered him to put it out at once. the officer with a gesture of disgust threw away his cigar, but no sooner was his back turned than pat picked it up and quietly retired to the sentry box. the officer happening to look around, observed a beautiful cloud of smoke issuing from the box. he at once challenged pat for smoking on duty. "smoking, is it, sor? bedad, and i'm only keeping it lit to show the corporal when he comes as evidence agin you." sneezing while campaigning in iowa speaker cannon was once inveigled into visiting the public schools of a town where he was billed to speak. in one of the lower grades an ambitious teacher called upon a youthful demosthenes to entertain the distinguished visitor with an exhibition of amateur oratory. the selection attempted was byron's "battle of waterloo," and just as the boy reached the end of the first paragraph speaker cannon gave vent to a violent sneeze. "but, hush! hark!" declaimed the youngster; "a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! did ye not hear it?" the visitors smiled and a moment later the second sneeze--which the speaker was vainly trying to hold back--came with increased violence. "but, hark!" bawled the boy, "that heavy sound breaks in once more, and nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! arm! arm! it is--it is--the cannon's opening roar!" this was too much, and the laugh that broke from the party swelled to a roar when "uncle joe" chuckled: "put up yout weapons, children; i won't shoot any more." snobbery snobbery is the pride of those who are not sure of their position. snoring snore--an unfavorable report from headquarters.--_foolish dictionary_. socialists among the stories told of the late baron de rothschild is one which details how a "change of heart" once came to his valet--an excellent fellow, albeit a violent "red." alphonse was as good a servant as one would wish to employ, and as his socialism never got farther than attending a weekly meeting, the baron never objected to his political faith. after a few months of these permissions to absent himself from duty, his employer noticed one week that he did not ask to go. the baron thought alphonse might have forgotten the night, but when the next week he stayed at home, he inquired what was up. "sir," said the valet, with the utmost dignity, "some of my former colleagues have worked out a calculation that if all the wealth in france were divided equally per capita, each individual would be the possessor of two thousand francs." then he stopped as if that told the whole story, so said the baron, "what of that?" "sir," came back from the enlightened alphonse, "i have five thousand francs now."--_warwick james price_. society smart society is made up of the worldly, the fleshy, and the devilish.--_harold melbourne_. "what are her days at home?" "oh, a society leader has no days at home anymore. nowadays she has her telephone hours." society consists of two classes, the upper and the lower. the latter cultivates the dignity of labor, the former the labor of dignity.--_punch_. there was a young person called smarty, who sent out his cards for a party; so exclusive and few were the friends that he knew that no one was present but smarty. solecisms a new york firm recently hung the following sign at the entrance of a large building: "wanted: sixty girls to sew buttons on the sixth floor." reporters are obliged to write their descriptions of accidents hastily and often from meager data, and in the attempt to make them vivid they sometimes make them ridiculous; for example, a new york city paper a few days ago, in describing a collision between a train and a motor bus, said: "the train, too, was filled with passengers. their shrieks mingled with the _cries of the dead_ and the dying of the bus!" sons "i thought your father looked very handsome with his gray hairs." "yes, dear old chap. i gave him those." souvenirs "a friend of mine, traveling in ireland, stopped for a drink of milk at a white cottage with a thatched roof, and, as he sipped his refreshment, he noted, on a center table under a glass dome, a brick with a faded rose upon the top of it. "'why do you cherish in this way,' my friend said to his host, 'that common brick and that dead rose?' "'shure, sir,' was the reply, 'there's certain memories attachin' to them. do ye see this big dent in my head? well, it was made by that brick.' "'but the rose?' said my friend. his host smiled quietly. "'the rose,' he explained, 'is off the grave of the man that threw the brick.'" speculation there are two times in a man's life when he should not speculate: when he can't afford it, and when he can.--_mark twain_. speed "i always said old cornelius husk was slow," said one quag man to another. "why, what's he been doin' now?" the other asked. "got himself run over by a hearse!" "so you heard the bullet whiz past you?" asked the lawyer of the darky. "yes, sah, heard it twict." "how's that?" "heard it whiz when it passed me, and heard it again when i passed it." a near race riot happened in a southern town. the negroes gathered in one crowd and the whites in another. the whites fired their revolvers into the air, and the negroes took to their heels. next day a plantation owner said to one of his men: "sam, were you in that crowd that gathered last night?" "yassir." "did you run like the wind, sam?" "no, sir. i didn't run like the wind,'deed i didn't. but i passed two niggers that was running like the wind." a guest in a cincinnati hotel was shot and killed. the negro porter who heard the shooting was a witness at the trial. "how many shots did you hear?" asked the lawyer. "two shots, sah," he replied. "how far apart were they?" '"bout like dis way," explained the negro, clapping his hands with an interval of about a second between claps. "where were you when the first shot was fired?" "shinin' a gemman's shoe in the basement of de hotel." "where were you when the second shot was fired?" "ah was passin' de big fo' depot." spinsters "is there anyone present who wishes the prayers of the congregation for a relative or friend?" asks the minister. "i do," says the angular lady arising from the rear pew. "i want the congregation to pray for my husband." "why, sister abigail!" replies the minister. "you have no husband as yet." "yes, but i want you all to pitch in an' pray for one for me!" some time ago the wife of an assisstant state officer gave a party to a lot of old maids of her town. she asked each one to bring a photograph of the man who had tried to woo and wed her. each of the old maids brought a photograph and they were all pictures of the same man, the hostess's husband. maude adams was one day discussing with her old negro "mammy" the approaching marriage of a friend. "when is you gwine to git married, miss maudie?" asked the mammy, who took a deep interest in her talented young mistress. "i don't know, mammy," answered the star. "i don't think i'll ever get married." "well," sighed mammy, in an attempt to be philosophical, "they do say ole maids is the happies' kind after they quits strugglin'." here's to the bachelor, so lonely and gay, for it's not his fault, he was born that way; and here's to the spinster, so lonely and good; for it's not her fault, she hath done what she could. an old maid on the wintry side of fifty, hearing of the marriage of a pretty young lady, her friend, observed with a deep and sentimental sigh: "well, i suppose it is what we must all come to." a famous spinster, known throughout the country for her charities, was entertaining a number of little girls from a charitable institution. after the luncheon, the children were shown through the place, in order that they might enjoy the many beautiful things it contained. "this," said the spinster, indicating a statue, "is minerva." "was minerva married?" asked one of the little girls. "no, my child," said the spinster, with a smile; "minerva was the goddess of wisdom."--_e.t_. there once was a lonesome, lorn spinster, and luck had for years been ag'inst her; when a man came to burgle she shrieked, with a gurgle, "stop thief, while i call in a min'ster!" spite think twice before you speak, and then you may be able to say something more aggraviting than if you spoke right out at once. a man had for years employed a steady german workman. one day jake came to him and asked to be excused from work the next day. "certainly, jake," beamed the employer. "what are you going to do?" "vall," said jake slowly. "i tink i must go by mein wife's funeral. she dies yesterday." after the lapse of a few weeks jake again approached his boss for a day off. "all right, jake, but what are you going to do this time?" "aber," said jake, "i go to make me, mit mein fräulein, a wedding." "what? so soon? why, it's only been three weeks since you buried your wife." "ach!" replied jake, "i don't hold spite long." spring in the spring the housemaid's fancy lightly turns from pot and pan to the greater necromancy of a young unmarried man. you can hold her through the winter, and she'll work around and sing, but it's just as good as certain she will marry in the spring. it is easy enough to look pleasant, when the spring comes along with a rush; but the fellow worth-while is the one who can smile when he slips and sits down in the slush. --_leslie van every_. stammering one of the ushers approached a man who appeared to be annoying those about him. "don't you like the show?" "yes, indeed!" "then why do you persist in hissing the performers?" "why, m-man alive, i w-was-n't h-hissing! i w-was s-s-im-ply s-s-s-saying to s-s-s-sammie that the s-s-s-singing is s-s-s-superb." a man who stuttered badly went to a specialist and after ten difficult lessons learned to say quite distinctly, "peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers." his friends congratulated him upon this splendid achievement. "yes," said the man doubtfully, "but it's s-s-such a d-d-deucedly d-d-d-difficult rem-mark to w-w-work into an ordin-n-nary c-c-convers-s-sa-tion, y' know." statesmen a statesman is a deal politician.--_mr. dooley_. a statesman is a man who finds out which way the crowd is going, then jumps in front and yells like blazes. statistics an earnest preacher in georgia, who has a custom of telling the lord all the news in his prayers, recently began a petition for help against the progress of wickedness in his town, with the statement: "oh, thou great jehovah, crime is on the increase. it is becoming more prevalent daily. i can prove it to you by statistics." patient--"tell me candidly, doc, do you think i'll pull through?" doctor--"oh, you're bound to get well--you can't help yourself. _the medical record_ shows that out of one hundred cases like yours, one per cent invariably recovers. i've treated ninety-nine cases, and every one of them died. why, man alive, you can't die if you try! there's no humbug in statistics." steak "can i get a steak here and catch the one o'clock train?" "it depends on your teeth, sir." steam "can you tell what steam is?" asked the examiner. "why, sure, sir," replied patrick confidently. "steam is--why--er--it's wather thos's gone crazy wid the heat." steamships and steamboats "that new steamer they're building is a whopper," says the man with the shoe button nose. "yes," agrees the man with the recalcitrant hair, "but my uncle is going to build one so long that when a passenger gets seasick in one end of it he can go to the other end and be clear away from the storm." stenographers a beautiful statuesque blond had left new york to act as stenographer to a dignified philadelphian of quaker descent. on the morning of her first appearance she went straight to the desk of her employer. "i presume," she remarked, "that you begin the day over here the same as they do in new york?" "oh, yes," replied the employer, without glancing up from a letter he was reading. "well, hurry up and kiss me, then," was the startling rejoinder, "i want to get to work." stock brokers a grain broker in new boston, maine, said, "that market gives me a pain; i can hardly bear it, to bull--i don't dare it, for it's going against the grain." --_minnesota minne-ha-ha_. strategy a bird dog belonging to a man in mulvane disappeared last week. the owner put this "ad" in the paper and insisted that it be printed exactly as he wrote it: lost or run away--one livver culered burd dog called jim. will show signs of hyderfobby in about three days. the dog came home the following day. "boy, take these flowers to miss bertie bohoo, room ." "my, sir, you're the fourth gentleman wot's sent her flowers to-day." "what's that? what the deuce? w--who sent the others?" "oh, they didn't send any names. they all said, 'she'll know where they come from.'" "well, here, take my card, and tell her these are from the same one who sent the other three boxes." the little girl was having a great deal of trouble pronouncing some of the words she met with. "vinegar" had given her the most trouble, and she was duly grieved to know that the village was being entertained by her efforts in this direction. she was sent one day to the store with the vinegar-jug, to get it filled, and had no intention of amusing the people who were gathered in the store. so she handed the jug to the clerk with: "smell the mouth of it and give me a quart." a young couple had been courting for several years, and the young man seemed to be in no hurry to marry. finally, one day, he said: "sall, i canna marry thee." "how's that?" asked she. "i've changed my mind," said he. "well, i'll tell thee what we'll do," said she. "if folks know that it's thee as has given me up i shanna be able to get another chap; but if they think i've given thee up then i can get all i want. so we'll have banns published and when the wedding day comes the parson will say to thee, 'wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife?' and thou must say, 'i will.' and when he says to me, 'wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband?' i shall say, 'i winna.'" the day came, and when the minister asked the important question the man answered: "i will." then the parson said to the woman: "wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband?" and she said: "i will." "why," said the young man furiously, "you said you would say 'i winna.'" "i know that," said the young woman, "but i've changed my mind since." charles stuart, formerly senator from michigan, was traveling by stage through his own state. the weather was bitter cold, the snow deep, and the roads practically unbroken. the stage was nearly an hour late at the dinner station and everybody was cross and hungry. in spite of the warning, "ten minutes only for refreshments," senator stuart sat down to dinner with his usual deliberation. when he had finished his first cup of coffee the other passengers were leaving the table. by the time his second cup arrived the stage was at the door. "all aboard!" shouted the driver. the senator lingered and called for a third cup of coffee. while the household, as was the custom, assembled at the door to see the stage oft, the senator calmly continued his meal. suddenly, just as the stage was starting, he pounded violently on the dining-room table. the landlord hurried in. the senator wanted a dish of rice-pudding. when it came he called for a spoon. there wasn't a spoon to be found. "that shock-headed fellow took 'em!" exclaimed the landlady. "i knew him for a thief the minute i laid eyes on him." the landlord jumped to the same conclusion. "hustle after that stage!" he shouted to the sheriff, who was untying his horse from the rail in front of the tavern. "bring 'em all back. they've taken the silver!" a few minutes later the stage, in charge of the sheriff, swung around in front of the house. the driver was in a fury. "search them passengers!" insisted the landlord. but before the officer could move, the senator opened the stage door, stepped inside, then leaned out, touched the sheriff's arm and whispered: "tell the landlord he'll find his spoons in the coffee-pot." subways any one who has ever traveled on the new york subway in rush hours can easily appreciate the following: a little man, wedged into the middle of a car, suddenly thought of pickpockets, and quite as suddenly remembered that he had some money in his overcoat. he plunged his hand into his pocket and was somewhat shocked upon encountering the fist of a fat fellow-passenger. "aha!" snorted the latter. "i caught you that time!" "leggo!" snarled the little man. "leggo my hand!" "pickpocket!" hissed the fat man. "scoundrel!" retorted the little one. just then a tall man in their vicinity glanced up from his paper. "i'd like to get off here," he drawled, "if you fellows don't mind taking your hands out of my pocket." success nothing succeeds like excess.--_life_. nothing succeeds like looking successful.--_henriette corkland_. success in life often consists in knowing just when to disagree with one's employer. a new orleans lawyer was asked to address the boys of a business school. he commenced: "my young friends, as i approached the entrance to this room i noticed on the panel of the door a word eminently appropriate to an institution of this kind. it expresses the one thing most useful to the average man when he steps into the arena of life. it was--" "pull," shouted the boys, in a roar of laughter, and the lawyer felt that he had taken his text from the wrong side of the door. i'd rather be a could be if i could not be an are; for a could be is a may be, with a chance of touching par. i'd rather be a has been than a might have been, by far; for a might have been has never been, but a has was once an are. 'tis not in mortals to command success, but we'll do more, sempronius,-- we'll deserve it. --_addison_. there are two ways of rising in the world: either by one's own industry or profiting by the foolishness of others.--_la bruyère_. success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. --_emily dickinson_. _see also_ making good. suffragettes when a married woman goes out to look after her rights, her husband is usually left at home to look after his wrongs.--_child harold_. "'ullo, bill, 'ow's things with yer?" "lookin' up, tom, lookin' up." "igh cost o' livin' not 'ittin' yer, bill?" "not so 'ard, tom--not so 'ard. the missus 'as went 'orf on a hunger stroike and me butcher's bills is cut in arf!" i'd hate t' be married t' a suffragette an' have t' eat battle creek breakfasts.--_abe martin_. first englishman--"why do you allow your wife to be a militant suffragette?" second englishman--"when she's busy wrecking things outside we have comparative peace at home."--_life_. recipe for a suffragette: to the power that already lies in her hands you add equal rights with the gents; you'll find votes that used to bring two or three plunks, marked down to ninety-eight cents. when mrs. pankhurst, the english suffragette, was in america she met and became very much attached to mrs. lee preston, a new york woman of singular cleverness of mind and personal attraction. after the acquaintance had ripened somewhat mrs. pankhurst ventured to say: "i do hope, mrs. preston, that you are a suffragette." "oh, dear no!" replied mrs. preston; "you know, mrs. pankhurst, i am happily married." bill--"jake said he was going to break up the suffragette meeting the other night. were his plans carried out?" dill--"no, jake was."--_life_. slasher--"been in a fight?" masher--"no. i tried to flirt with a pretty suffragette."--_judge_. "what sort of a ticket does your suffragette club favor?" "well," replied young mrs. torkins, "if we owned right up, i think most of us would prefer matinée tickets." _see also_ woman suffrage. suicide the chinese consul at san francisco, at a recent dinner, discussed his country's customs. "there is one custom," said a young girl, "that i can't understand--and that is the chinese custom of committing suicide by eating gold-leaf. i can't understand how gold-leaf can kill." "the partaker, no doubt," smiled the consul, "succumbs from a consciousness of inward gilt." summer resorts gabe--"what are you going back to that place for this summer? why, last year it was all mosquitoes and no fishing." steve--"the owner tells me that he has crossed the mosquitoes with the fish, and guarantees a bite every second." "i suppose," said the city man, "there are some queer characters around an old village like this." "you'll find a good many," admitted the native, "when the hotels fill up." sunday albert was a solemn-eyed, spiritual-looking child. "nurse," he said one day, leaving his blocks and laying his hand on her knee, "nurse, is this god's day?" "no, dear," said the nurse, "this is not sunday; it is thursday." "i'm so sorry," he said, sadly, and went back to his blocks. the next day and the next in his serious manner he asked the same question, and the nurse tearfully said to the cook: "that child is too good for this world." on sunday the question was repeated, and the nurse, with a sob in her voice, said: "yes, lambie, this is god's day." "then where is the funny paper?" he demanded. teacher-"good little boys do not skate on sunday, corky. don't you think that is very nice of them?" corky--"sure t'ing!" teacher--"and why is it nice of them, corky?" corky--"aw, it leaves more room on de ice! see?" of all the days that's in the week, i dearly love but one day, and that's the day that comes betwixt a saturday and monday. --_henry carey_. o day of rest! how beautiful, how fair, how welcome to the weary and the old! day of the lord! and truce to earthly care! day of the lord, as all our days should be! --_longfellow_. sunday schools "now, willie," said the superintendent's little boy, addressing the blacksmith's little boy, who had come over for a frolic, "we'll play 'sabbath school.' you give me a nickel every sunday for six months, and then at christmas i'll give you a ten-cent bag of candy." when lottie returned from her first visit to sunday-school, she was asked what she had learned. "god made the world in six days and was arrested on the seventh day," was her version of the lesson imparted. the teacher asked: "when did moses live?" after the silence had become painful she ordered: "open your old testaments. what does it say there?" a boy answered: "moses, ." "now," said the teacher, "why didn't you know when moses lived?" "well," replied the boy, "i thought it was his telephone number,"--_suburban life_. "how many of you boys," asked the sunday-school superintendent, "can bring two other boys next sunday?" there was no response until a new recruit raised his hand hesitatingly. "well, william?" "i can't bring two, but there's one little feller i can lick, and i'll do my damnedest to bring him." superstition superstition is a premature explanation overstaying its time.--_george iles_. surprise "where are you goin', ma?" asked the youngest of five children. "i'm going to a surprise party, my dear," answered the mother. "are we all goin', too?" "no, dear. you weren't invited." after a few moments' deep thought: "say, ma, then don't you think they'd be lots more surprised if you did take us all?" swimmers two negro roustabouts at new orleans were continually bragging about their ability as long distance swimmers and a steamboat man got up a match. the man who swam the longest distance was to receive $ . the alabama whale immediately stripped on the dock, but the human steamboat said he had some business and would return in a few minutes. the whale swam the river four or five times for exercise and by that time the human steamboat returned. he wore a pair of swimming trunks and had a sheet iron cook stove strapped on his back. tied around his neck were a dozen packages containing bread, flour, bacon and other eatables. the whale gazed at his opponent in amazement. "whar yo' vittles?" demanded the human steamboat. "vittles fo' what?" asked the whale. "don't yo' ask me fo' nothin' on the way ovah," warned the steamboat. "mah fust stop is new york an' mah next stop is london." sympathy a sympathizer is a fellow that's for you as long as it don't cost anything. dwight l. moody was riding in a car one day when it was hailed by a man much the worse for liquor, who presently staggered along the car between two rows of well-dressed people, regardless of tender feet. murmurs and complaints arose on all sides and demands were heard that the offender should be ejected at once. but amid the storm of abuse one friendly voice was raised. mr. moody rose from his seat, saying: "no, no, friends! let the man sit down and be quiet." the drunken one turned, and, seizing the famous evangelist by the hand, exclaimed: "thank ye, sir--thank ye! i see you know what it is to be drunk." the man rushed excitedly into the smoking car. "a lady has fainted in the next car! has anybody got any whiskey?" he asked. instantly a half-dozen flasks were thrust out to him. taking the nearest one, he turned the bottle up and took a big drink, then, handing the flask back, said, "thank you. it always did make me feel sick to see a lady faint." a tramp went to a farmhouse, and sitting down in the front yard began to eat the grass. the housewife's heart went out to him: "poor man, you must indeed be hungry. come around to the back." the tramp beamed and winked at the hired man. "there," said the housewife, when the tramp hove in sight, pointing to a circle of green grass, "try that: you will find that grass so much longer." strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness.--_amos bronson alcott_. synonyms "i don't believe any two words in the english language are synonymous." "oh, i don't know. what's the matter with 'raise' and 'lift'?" "there's a big difference. i 'raise' chickens and have a neighbor who has been known to 'lift' them." table manners _see_ dining. tact it was at the private theatricals, and the young man wished to compliment his hostess, saying: "madam, you played your part splendidly. it fits you to perfection." "i'm afraid not. a young and pretty woman is needed for that part," said the smiling hostess. "but, madam, you have positively proved the contrary." taft, william howard when mr. taft was on his campaigning tour in the west, before he had been elected president, he stopped at the home of an old friend. it was a small house, not well built, and as he walked about in his room the unsubstantial little house fairly shook with his tread. when he got into bed that receptacle, unused to so much weight, gave way, precipitating taft on the floor. his friend hurried to his door. "what's the matter, bill?" "oh, i'm all right, i guess," taft called out to his friend good-naturedly; "but say, joe, if you don't find me here in the morning look in the cellar." one morning a few summers ago president taft, wearing the largest bathing suit known to modern times, threw his substantial form into the cooling waves of beverly bay. shortly afterward one neighbor said to another: "let's go bathing." "how can we?" was the response. "the president is using the ocean." talent _see_ actors and actresses. talkers some years ago, mark twain was a guest of honor at an opera box-party given by a prominent member of new york society. the hostess had been particularly talkative all during the performance--to mr. clemens's increasing irritation. toward the end of the opera, she turned to him and said gushingly: "oh, my dear mr. clemens, i do so want you to be with us next friday evening. i'm certain you will like it the opera will be 'tosca.'" "charmed, i'm sure," replied clemens. "i've never heard you in that." it was a beautiful evening and ole, who had screwed up courage to take mary for a ride, was carried away by the magic of the night. "mary," he asked, "will you marry me?" "yes, ole," she answered softly. ole lapsed into a silence that at last became painful to his fiancée. "ole," she said desperately, "why don't you say something?" "ay tank," ole replied, "they bane too much said already." "sir," said the sleek-looking agent, approaching the desk of the meek, meaching-looking man and opening one of those folding thingumjigs showing styles of binding, "i believe i can interest you in this massive set of books containing the speeches of the world's greatest orators. seventy volumes, one dollar down and one dollar a month until the price, six hundred and eighty dollars has been paid. this set of books gives you the most celebrated speeches of the greatest talkers the world has ever known and--" "let me see the index," said the meek man. the agent handed it to him and he looked through it carefully and methodically, running his finger along the list of names. reaching the end he handed the index back to the agent and said: "it isn't what you claim it is. i happen to know the greatest talker in the world, and you haven't her in the index." a guest was expected for dinner and bobby had received five cents as the price of his silence during the meal. he was as quiet as a mouse until, discovering that his favorite dessert was being served, he could no longer curb his enthusiasm. he drew the coin from his pocket, and rolling it across the table, exclaimed: "here's your nickel, mamma. i'd rather talk." a belated voyager in search of hilarity stumbled home after one o'clock and found his wife waiting for him. the curtain lecture that followed was of unusual virulence, and in the midst of it he fell asleep. awakening a few hours later he found his wife still pouring forth a regular cascade of denunciation. eyeing her sleepily he said curiously, "say, are you talking yet or again?" "you must not talk all the time, ethel," said the mother who had been interrupted. "when will i be old enough to, mama?" asked the little girl. while the late justice brewer was judge in a minor court he was presiding at the trial of a wife's suit for separation and alimony. the defendant acknowledged that he hadn't spoken to his wife in five years, and judge brewer put in a question. "what explanation have you," he asked severely, "for not speaking to your wife in five years?" "your honor," replied the husband, "i didn't like to interrupt the lady." she was in an imaginative mood. "henry, dear," she said after talking two hours without a recess, "i sometimes wish i were a mermaid." "it would be fatal," snapped her weary hubby. "fatal! in what way?" "why, you couldn't keep your mouth closed long enough to keep from drowning." and after that, henry did not get any supper. "here comes blinkers. he's got a new baby, and he'll talk us to death." "well, here comes a neighbor of mine who has a new setter dog. let's introduce them and leave them to their fate."--_life_. a street-car was getting under way when two women, rushing from opposite sides of the street to greet each other, met right in the middle of the car-track and in front of the car. there the two stopped and began to talk. the car stopped, too, but the women did not appear to realize that it was there. certain of the passengers, whose heads were immediately thrust out of the windows to ascertain what the trouble was, began to make sarcastic remarks, but the two women heeded them not. finally the motorman showed that he had a saving sense of humor. leaning over the dash-board, he inquired, in the gentlest of tones: "pardon me, ladies, but shall i get you a couple of chairs?" a--"i used a word in speaking to my wife which offended her sorely a week ago. she has not spoken a syllable to me since." b--"would you mind telling me what it was?" in general those who have nothing to say contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.--_lowell_. _see also_ wives. tardiness "you'll be late for supper, sonny," said the merchant, in passing a small boy who was carrying a package. "no, i won't," was the reply. "i've dot de meat."--_mabel long_. "how does it happen that you are five minutes late at school this morning?" the teacher asked severely. "please, ma'am," said ethel, "i must have overwashed myself." tariff why not have an illuminated sign on the statue of liberty saying, "america expects every man to pay his duty?"--_kent packard_. taste "it isn't wise for a painter to be too frank in his criticisms," said robert henri at a luncheon. "i know a very outspoken painter whose little daughter called at a friend's house and said: 'show me your new parlor rug, won't you, please?'" so, with great pride, the hostess led the little girl into the drawing-room, and raised all the blinds, so that the light might stream in abundantly upon the gorgeous colors of an expensive kirmanshah. the little girl stared down at the rug in silence. then, as she turned away, she said in a rather disappointed voice: "'it doesn't make _me_ sick!'" teachers a rural school has a pretty girl as its teacher, but she was much troubled because many of her pupils were late every morning. at last she made the announcement that she would kiss the first pupil to arrive at the schoolhouse the next morning. at sunrise the largest three boys of her class were sitting on the doorstep of the schoolhouse, and by six o'clock every boy in the school and four of the directors were waiting for her to arrive. "why did you break your engagement with that school teacher?" "if i failed to show up at her house every evening, she expected me to bring a written excuse signed by my mother." among the youngsters belonging to a colege settlement in a new england city was one little girl who returned to her humble home with glowing accounts of the new teacher. "she's a perfect lady," exclaimed the enthusiastic youngster. the child's mother gave her a doubtful look. "how do _you_ know?" she said. "you've only known her two days." "it's easy enough tellin'," continued the child. "i know she's a perfect lady, because she makes you feel polite all the time." mother--"the teacher complains you have not had a correct lesson for a month; why is it?" son--"she always kisses me when i get them right." there was a meeting of the new teachers and the old. it was a sort of love feast, reception or whatever you call it. anyhow all the teachers got together and pretended they didn't have a care in the world. after the eats were et the symposiarch proposed a toast: "long live our teachers!" it was drunk enthusiastically. one of the new teachers was called on to respond. he modestly accepted. his answer was: "what on?" teacher--"now, willie, where did you get that chewing gum? i want the truth." willie--"you don't want the truth, teacher, an' i'd ruther not tell a lie." teacher--"how dare you say i don't want the truth! tell me at once where you got that chewing-gum." willie--"under your desk." grave is the master's look; his forehead wears thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares: uneasy lie the heads of all that rule, his worst of all whose kingdom is a school. --_ .w. holmes_. tears two irishmen who had just landed were eating their dinner in a hotel, when pat spied a bottle of horseradish. not knowing what it was he partook of a big mouthful, which brought tears to his eyes. mike, seeing pat crying, exclaimed: "phat be ye cryin' fer?" pat, wishing to have mike fooled also, exclaimed: "i'm crying fer me poor ould mother, who's dead way over in ireland." by and by mike took some of the radish, whereupon tears filled _his_ eyes. pat, seeing them, asked his friend what he was crying for. mike replied: "because ye didn't die at the same time yer poor ould mother did." teeth there was an old man of tarentum, who gnashed his false teeth till he bent 'em: and when asked for the cost of what he had lost, said, "i really can't tell for i rent 'em!" --_gilbert k. chesterton_. pat came to the office with his jaw very much swollen from a tooth he desired to have pulled. but when the suffering son of erin got into the dentist's chair and saw the gleaming pair of forceps approaching his face, he positively refused to open his mouth. the dentist quietly told his office boy to prick his patient with a pin, and when pat opened his mouth to yell the dentist seized the tooth, and out it came. "it didn't hurt as much as you expected it would, did it?" the dentist asked smiling. "well, no," replied pat hesitatingly, as if doubting the truthfulness of his admission. "but," he added, placing his hand on the spot where the boy jabbed him with the pin, "begorra, little did i think the roots would reach down like that." an irishman with one side of his face badly swollen stepped into dr. wicten's office and inquired if the dentist was in. "i am the dentist," said the doctor. "well, then, i want ye to see what's the matter wid me tooth." the doctor examined the offending molar, and explained: "the nerve is dead; that's what's the matter." "thin, be the powers," the irishman exclaimed, "the other teeth must be houldin' a wake over it!" for there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently. --_shakespeare_. telephone two girls were talking over the wire. both were discussing what they should wear to the christmas party. in the midst of this important conversation a masculine voice interrupted, asking humbly for a number. one of the girls became indignant and scornfully asked: "what line do you think you are on, anyhow?" "well," said the man, "i am not sure, but, judging from what i have heard, i should say i was on a clothesline." when grover cleveland's little girl was quite young her father once telephoned to the white house from chicago and asked mrs. cleveland to bring the child to the 'phone. lifting the little one up to the instrument, mrs. cleveland watched her expression change from bewilderment to wonder and then to fear. it was surely her father's voice--yet she looked at the telephone incredulously. after examining the tiny opening in the receiver the little girl burst into tears. "oh, mamma!" she sobbed. "how can we ever get papa out of that little hole?" new york elks are having a lot of fun with a member of their lodge, a fifteenth street jeweler. the other day his wife was in the jewelry store when the 'phone rang. she answered it. "i want to speak to mr. h----," said a woman's voice. "who is this?' demanded the jeweler's wife. "elizabeth." "well, elizabeth, this is his wife. now, madam, what do you want?" "i want to talk to mr. h----." "you'll talk to me." "please let me speak to mr. h----." the jeweler's wife grew angry. "look here, young lady," she said, "who are you that calls my husband and insists on talking to him?" "i'm the telephone operator at elizabeth, n.j.," came the reply. and now the elks take turns calling the jeweler up and telling him it's elizabeth. operator--"number, please." subscriber--"i vas talking mit my husband und now i don't hear him any more. you must of pushed him off de vire." a german woman called up central and instructed her as follows: "ist dis de mittle? veil dis is lena. hang my hustband on dis line. i vant to speak mit him." in china when the subscriber rings up exchange the operator may be expected to ask: "what number does the honorable son of the moon and stars desire?" "hohi, two-three." silence. then the exchange resumes. "will the honorable person graciously forgive the inadequacy of the insignificant service and permit this humbled slave of the wire to inform him that the never-to-be-sufficiently censured line is busy?" recipe for a telephone operator: to fearful and wonderful rolling of "r's," and a voice cold as thirty below, add a dash of red pepper, some ginger and sass if you leave out the "o" in "hello"! temper hearing the crash of china dinah's mistress arrived in time to see her favorite coffee-set in pieces. the sight was too much for her mercurial temper. "dinah," she said, "i cannot stand it any longer. i want you to go. i want you to go soon, i want you to go right now." "lawzee," replied dinah, "this surely am a co-instence. i was this very minute cogitatin' that same thought in my own mind--i want to go, i thank the good lawd i kin go, and i pity your husband, ma'am, that he can't go." temperance a boston deacon who was a zealous advocate for the cause of temperance employed a carpenter to make some alterations in his home. in repairing a corner near the fireplace, it was found necessary to remove the wainscot, when some things were brought to light which greatly astonished the workman. a brace of decanters, sundry bottles containing "something to take," a pitcher, and tumblers were cosily reposing in their snug quarters. the joiner ran to the proprietor with the intelligence. "well, i declare!" exclaimed the deacon. "that is curious, sure enough. it must be old captain bunce that left those things there when he occupied the premises thirty years since." "perhaps he did, returned the discoverer, but, deacon, that ice in the pitcher must have been well frozen to remain solid."--_abbie c. dixon_. here's to a temperance supper, with water in glasses tall, and coffee and tea to end with and me not there at all. the best prohibition story of the season comes from kansas where, it is said, a local candidate stored a lot of printed prohibition literature in his barn, but accidentally left the door open and a herd of milch cows came in and ate all the pamphlets. as a result every cow in the herd went dry.--_adrian times_. a michigan citizen recently received a letter from a kentucky whisky house, requesting him to send them the names of a dozen or more persons who would like to get some fine whisky shipped to them at a very low price. the letter wound up by saying: "we will give you a commission on all the orders sent in by parties whose names you send us." the michigan man belonged to a practical joke class, and filled in the names of some of his prohibition friends on the blank spaces left for that purpose. he had forgotten all about his supposed practical joke when monday he received another letter from the same house. he supposed it was a request for some more names, and was just about to throw the communication in the waste basket when it occurred to him to send the name of another old friend to the whisky house. he accordingly tore open the envelope, and came near collapsing when he found a check for $ . , representing his commission on the sale of whisky to the parties whose names he had sent in about three weeks before. abstinence is as easy to me as temperance would be difficult.--_samuel johnson_. texas the bigness of texas is evident from a cursory examination of the map. but its effect upon the people of that state is not generally known. it is about six hundred miles from brownsville, at the bottom of the map, to dallas, which is several hundreds of miles from the top of the map. hence the following conversation in brownsville recently between two of the old-time residents: "where have you been lately, bob? i ain't seen much of you." "been on a trip north." "where'd you go?" "went to dallas." "have a good time?" "naw; i never did like them damn yankees, anyway." texts in the tennessee mountains a mountaineer preacher, who had declared colleges "the works of the devil," was preaching without previous meditation an inspirational sermon from the text, "the voice of the turtle shall be heard in the land." not noting that the margin read "turtle-dove," he proceeded in this manner: "this text, my hearers, strikes me as one of the most peculiar texts in the whole book, because we all know that a turtle ain't got no voice. but by the inward enlightenment i begin to see the meaning and will expose it to you. down in the hollers by the streams and ponds you have gone in the springtime, my brethren, and observed the little turtles, a-sleeping on the logs. but at the sound of the approach of a human being, they went _kerflop-kerplunk_, down into the water. this i say, then, is the meaning of the prophet: he, speakinging figgeratively, referred to the _kerflop_ of the turtle as the _voice_ of the turtle, and hence we see that in those early times the prophet, looking down at the ages to come, clearly taught and prophesied the doctrine i have always preached to this congregation--_that immersion is the only form of baptism."_ john d. rockefeller, jr., once asked a clergyman to give him an appropriate bible verse on which to base an address which he was to make at the latter's church. "i was thinking," said young rockefeller, "that i would take the verse from the twenty-third psalm: 'the lord is my shepherd.' would that seem appropriate?" "quite," said the clergyman; "but do you really want an appropriate verse?" "i certainly do," was the reply. "well, then," said the clergyman, with a twinkle in his eye, "i would select the verse in the same psalm: 'thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.'" theater "say, old man," chattered the press-agent, who had cornered a producer of motion-picture plays, "i've got a grand idea for a film-drama. listen to the impromptu scenario: scene one, exterior of a broadway theater, with the ticket-speculators getting the coin in handfuls, and--" "you're out!" interrupted the producer. "why, don't you know that the law don't permit us to show an actual robbery on the screen?"--_p.h. carey_. "why don't women have the same sense of humor that men possess?" asked mr. torkins. "perhaps," answered his wife gently, "it's because we don't attend the same theaters." it appears that at the rehearsal of a play, a wonderful climax had been reached, which was to be heightened by the effective use of the usual thunder and lightning. the stage-carpenter was given the order. the words were spoken, and instantly a noise which resembled a succession of pistol-shots was heard off the wings. "what on earth are you doing, man?" shouted the manager, rushing behind the scenes. "do you call that thunder? it's not a bit like it." "awfully sorry, sir," responded the carpenter; "but the fact is, sir, i couldn't hear you because of the storm. that was real thunder, sir!" everybody has his own theater, in which he is manager, actor, prompter, playwright, sceneshifter, boxkeeper, doorkeeper, all in one, and audience into the bargain.--_j.c. and a.w. hare_. thieves georgia lawyer (to colored prisoner)--"well, ras, so you want me to defend you. have you any money?" rastus--"no; but i'se got a mule, and a few chickens, and a hog or two." lawyer--"those will do very nicely. now, let's see; what do they accuse you of stealing?" rastus--"oh, a mule, and a few chickens, and a hog or two." at a dinner given by the prime minister of a little kingdom on the balkan peninsula, a distinguished diplomat complained to his host that the minister of justice, who had been sitting on his left, had stolen his watch. "ah, he shouldn't have done that," said the prime minister, in tones of annoyance. "i will get it back for you." sure enough, toward the end of the evening the watch was returned to its owner. "and what did he say?" asked the diplomat. "sh-h," cautioned the host, glancing anxiously about him. "he doesn't know that i have got it back." senator "bob" taylor, of tennessee, tells a story of how, when he was "fiddling bob," governor of that state, an old negress came to him and said: "massa gov'na, we's mighty po' this winter, and ah wish you would pardon mah old man. he is a fiddler same as you is, and he's in the pen'tentry." "what was he put in for?" asked the governor. "stead of workin' fo' it that good-fo'-nothin' nigger done stole some bacon." "if he is good for nothing what do you want him back for?" "well, yo' see, we's all out of bacon ag'in," said the old negress innocently. "did ye see as jim got ten years' penal for stealing that 'oss?" "serve 'im right, too. why didn't 'e buy the 'oss and not pay for 'im like any other gentleman?" some time ago a crowd of bowery sports went over to philadelphia to see a prize fight. one "wise guy," who, among other things, is something of a pickpocket, was so sure of the result that he was willing to bet on it. "the kid's goin' t' win. it's a pipe," he told a friend. the friend expressed doubts. "sure he'll win," the pickpocket persisted. "i'll bet you a gold watch he wins." still the friend doubted. "why," exclaimed the pickpocket, "i'm willin' to bet you a good gold watch he wins! y' know what i'll do? come through the train with me now, an' y' can pick out any old watch y' like." in vain we call old notions fudge and bend our conscience to our dealing. the ten commandments will not budge and stealing will continue stealing. --_motto of american copyright league_. suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer. --_shakespeare_. _see also_ chicken stealing; lawyers; lost and found. thin people there was an old fellow named green, who grew so abnormally lean, and flat, and compressed, that his back touched his chest, and sideways he couldn't be seen. there was a young lady of lynn, who was so excessively thin, that when she essayed to drink lemonade she slipped through the straw and fell in. thrift it was said of a certain village "innocent" or fool in scotland that if he were offered a silver sixpence or copper penny he would invariably choose the larger coin of smaller value. one day a stranger asked him: "why do you always take the penny? don't you know the difference in value? "aye," answered the fool, "i ken the difference in value. but if i took the saxpence they would never try me again." the mrs. never misses any bargain sale, for the female of the species is more thrifty than the male. mcandrews (the chemist, at two a.m.)--"two penn'orth of bicarbonate of soda for indigestion at this time o' night, when a glass of hot water does just as well!" sandy (hastily)--"well, well! thanks for the advice. i'll not bother ye, after all. gude nicht!" the foreman and his crew of bridgemen were striving hard to make an impression on the select board provided by mrs. rooney at her arkansas eating establishment. "the old man sure made a funny deal down at piney yesterday," observed the foreman, with a wink at the man to his right. "what'd he do?" asked the new man at the other end of the table. "well, a year or so ago there used to be a water tank there, but they took down the tub and brought it up to cabin creek. the well went dry and they covered it over. it was four or five feet round, ninety feet deep, and plumb in the right of way. didn't know what to do with it until along comes an old lollypop yesterday and gives the old man five dollars for it." "five dollars for what?" asked the new man. "well," continued the foreman, ignoring the interruption, "that old lollypop borrowed two jacks from the trackmen and jacked her up out of there and carried her home on wheels.' "what'd he do with it?" persisted the new man. "say that old lollypop must've been a yank. nobody else could have figured it out. the ground on his place is hard and he needed some more fence. so he calc'lated 'twould be easier and cheaper to saw that old well up into post-holes than 'twould be to dig 'em." a certain workman, notorious for his sponging proclivities, met a friend one morning, and opened the conversation by saying: "can ye len' us a match, john?" john having supplied him with the match, the first speaker began to feel his pockets ostentatiously, and then remarked dolefully, "man, i seem to have left my tobacco pouch at hame." john, however, was equal to the occasion, and holding out his hand, remarked: "aweel, ye'll no be needin' that match then." a highlander was summoned to the bedside of his dying father. when he arrived the old man was fast nearing his end. for a while he remained unconscious of his son's presence. then at last the old man's eyes opened, and he began to murmur. the son bent eagerly to listen. "dugald," whispered the parent, "luckie simpson owes me five shilling." "ay, man, ay," said the son eagerly. "an" dugal more owes me seven shillins." "ay," assented the son. "an' hamish mccraw owes me ten shillins." "sensible tae the last," muttered the delighted heir. "sensible tae the last." once more the voice from the bed took up the tale. "an', dugald, i owe calum beg two pounds." dugald shook his head sadly. "wanderin' again, wanderin' again," he sighed. "it's a peety." the canny scot wandered into the pharmacy. "i'm wanting threepenn'orth o' laudanum," he announced. "what for?" asked the chemist suspiciously. "for twopence," responded the scot at once. a scotsman wishing to know his fate at once, telegraphed a proposal of marriage to the lady of his choice. after spending the entire day at the telegraph office he was finally rewarded late in the evening by an affirmative answer. "if i were you," suggested the operator when he delivered the message, "i'd think twice before i'd marry a girl that kept me waiting all day for my answer." "na, na," retorted the scot. "the lass who waits for the night rates is the lass for me." "well, yes," said old uncle lazzenberry, who was intimately acquainted with most of the happenstances of the village, "almira stang has broken off her engagement with charles henry tootwiler. they'd be goin' together for about eight years, durin' which time she had been inculcatin' into him, as you might call it, the beauties of economy; but when she discovered, just lately, that he had learnt his lesson so well that he had saved up two hundred and seventeen pairs of socks for her to darn immediately after the wedding, she 'peared to conclude that he had taken her advice a little too literally, and broke off the match."--_puck_. they sat each at an extreme end of the horsehair sofa. they had been courting now for something like two years, but the wide gap between had always been respectfully preserved. "a penny for your thochts, sandy," murmured maggie, after a silence of an hour and a half. "weel," replied sandy slowly, with surprising boldness, "tae tell ye the truth, i was jist thinkin' how fine it wad be if ye were tae gie me a wee bit kissie." "i've nae objection," simpered maggie, slithering over, and kissed him plumply on the tip of his left ear. sandy relapsed into a brown study once more, and the clock ticked twenty-seven minutes. "an' what are ye thinkin' about noo--anither, eh?" "nae, nae, lassie; it's mair serious the noo." "is it, laddie?" asked maggie softly. her heart was going pit-a-pat with expectation. "an' what micht it be?" "i was jist thinkin'," answered sandy, "that it was aboot time ye were paying me that penny!" the coward calls himself cautious, the miser thrifty.--_syrus_. there are but two ways of paying debt: increase of industry in raising income, increase of thrift in laying out.--_carlyle_. _see also_ economy; saving. tides a kansan sat on the beach at atlantic city watching a fair and very fat bather disporting herself in the surf. he knew nothing of tides, and he did not notice that each succeeding wave came a little closer to his feet. at last an extra big wave washed over his shoe tops. "hey, there!" he yelled at the fair, fat bather. "quit yer jumpin' up and down! d'ye want to drown me?" at a recent confederate reunion in charleston, s.c., two kentuckians were viewing the atlantic ocean for the first time. "say, cap'n," said one of them, "what ought i to carry home to the children for a souvenir?" "why, colonel, it strikes me that some of this here ocean water would be right interestin'." "just the thing!" exclaimed the colonel delightedly. from a rear pocket he produced a flask, and, with the aid of the captain, soon emptied it. then, picking his way down to the water's edge, he filled it to the neck and replaced the cork. "hi, there! don't do that!" cried the captain in great alarm. "pour out about a third of that water. if you don't, when the tide rises she'll bust sure." nae man can tether time or tide.--_burns_. time mrs. hooligan was suffering from the common complaint of having more to do than there was time to do it in. she looked up at the clock and then slapped the iron she had lifted from the stove back on the lid with a clatter. "talk about toime and toide waitin' fer no man," she muttered as she hurried into the pantry; "there's toimes they waits, an' toimes they don't. yistherday at this blessed minit 'twas but tin o'clock an' to-day it's a quarther to twilve." mrs. murphy--"oi hear yer brother-in-law, pat keegan, is pretty bad off." mrs. casey--"shure, he's good for a year yit." mrs. murphy--"as long as thot?" mrs. casey--"yis; he's had four different doctors, and each one av thim give him three months to live."--_puck_. a long-winded attorney was arguing a technical case before one of the judges of the superior court in a western state. he had rambled on in such a desultory way that it became very difficult to follow his line of thought, and the judge had just yawned very suggestively. with just a trace of sarcasm in his voice, the tiresome attorney ventured to observe: "i sincerely trust that i am not unduly trespassing on the time of this court." "my friend," returned his honor, "there is a considerable difference between trespassing on time and encroaching upon eternity."--_edwin tarrisse_. a traveler, finding that he had a couple of hours in dublin, called a cab and told the driver to drive him around for two hours. at first all went well, but soon the driver began to whip up his horse so that they narrowly escaped several collisions. "what's the matter?" demanded the passenger. "why are you driving so recklessly? i'm in no hurry." "ah, g'wan wid yez," retorted the cabby. "d'ye think thot i'm goin' to put in me whole day drivin' ye around for two hours? gitap!" frank comes into the house in a sorry plight. "mercy on us!" exclaims his father. "how you look! you are soaked." "please, papa, i fell into the canal." "what! with your new trousers on?" "yes, papa, i didn't have time to take them off." a well-known bishop, while visiting at a bride's new home for the first time, was awakened quite early by the soft tones of a soprano voice singing "nearer, my god, to thee." as the bishop lay in bed he meditated upon the piety which his young hostess must possess to enable her to begin her day's work in such a beautiful frame of mind. at breakfast he spoke to her about it, and told her how pleased he was. "oh," she replied, "that's the hymn i boil the eggs by; three verses for soft and five for hard." there was a young woman named sue, who wanted to catch the : ; said the trainman, "don't hurry or flurry or worry; it's a minute or two to : ." father--"mildred, if you disobey again i will surely spank you." on father's return home that evening, mildred once more acknowledged that she had again disobeyed. father (firmly)--"you are going to be spanked. you may choose your own time. when shall it be?" mildred (five years old, thoughtfully)--"yesterday." a northerner passing a rundown looking place in the south, stopped to chat with the farmer. he noticed the hogs running wild and explained that in the north the farmers fattened their hogs much faster by shutting them in and feeding them well. "hell!" replied the southerner, "what's time to a hog." dost thou love life? then waste not time; for time is the stuff that life is made of.--_benjamin franklin_. time fleeth on, youth soon is gone, naught earthly may abide; life seemeth fast, but may not last it runs as runs the tide. --_leland_. _see also_ scientific management. tips american travelers in europe experience a great deal of trouble from the omnipresent need of tipping those from whom they expect any service, however slight. they are very apt to carry it much too far, or else attempt to resist it altogether. there is a story told of a wealthy and ostentatious american in a parisian restaurant. as the waiter placed the order before him he said in a loud voice: "waiter, what is largest tip you ever received?" "one thousand francs, monsieur." "_eh bien_! but i will give you two thousand," answered the upholder of american honor; and then in a moment he added: "may i ask who gave you the thousand francs?" "it was yourself, monsieur," said the obsequious waiter. of quite an opposite mode of thought was another american visiting london for the first time. goaded to desperation by the incessant necessity for tips, he finally entered the washroom of his hotel, only to be faced with a large sign which read: "please tip the basin after using." "i'm hanged if i will!" said the yankee, turning on his heel, "i'll go dirty first!" grant alien relates that he was sitting one day under the shade of the sphinx, turning for some petty point of detail to his baedeker. a sheik looked at him sadly, and shook his head. "murray good," he said in a solemn voice of warning; "baedeker no good. what for you see baedeker?" "no, no; baedeker is best," answered mr. alien. "why do you object to baedeker?" the shick crossed his hands, and looked down at him with the pitying eyes of islam. "baedeker bad book," he repeated; "murray very, very good. murray say, 'give the sheik half a crown'; baedeker say, 'give the sheik a shilling.'" "what do you consider the most important event in the history of paris?" "well," replied the tourist, who had grown weary of distributing tips, "so far as financial prosperity is concerned, i should say the discovery of america was the making of this town." in telling this one, miss glaser always states that she does not want it understood that she considers the scotch people at all stingy; but they are a very careful and thrifty race. an intimate friend of her's was very anxious to have a well known scotchman meet miss glaser, and gave her a letter of introduction to him. miss glaser, wishing to show him all the attention possible, invited him to a dinner which she was giving in london and after rather an elaborate repast the bill was paid, the waiter returning five shillings. she let it lie, intending, of course, to give it to the waiter. the scotchman glanced at the money very frequently, and finally he said, his natural thrift getting the best of him: "are you going to give all that to the waiter?" in a inimitable way, miss glaser quietly replied: "no, take some." "a tip is a small sum of money you give to somebody because you're afraid he won't like not being paid for something you haven't asked him to do."--_the bailie, glasgow_. titles of honor and nobility an english lord was traveling through this country with a small party of friends. at a farmhouse the owner invited the party in to supper. the good housewife, while preparing the table, discovering she was entertaining nobility, was nearly overcome with surprise and elation. while seated at the table scarcely a moment's peace did she grant her distinguished guest in her endeavor to serve and please him. it was "my lord, will you have some of this?" and "my lord, do try that," "take a piece of this, my lord," until the meal was nearly finished. the little four-year-old son of the family, heretofore unnoticed, during a moment of supreme quiet saw his lordship trying to reach the pickle-dish, which was just out of his reach, and turning to his mother said: "say, ma, god wants a pickle." dean stanley was once visiting a friend who gave one of the pages strict orders that in the morning he was to go and knock at the dean's door, and when the dean inquired who was knocking he was to say: "the boy, my lord." according to directions he knocked and the dean asked: "who is there?" embarrassed by the voice of the great man the page answered: "the lord, my boy." "how did he get his title of colonel?" "he got it to distinguish him from his wife's first husband, who was a captain, and his wife's second husband, who was a major." for titles do not reflect honor on men, but rather men on their titles.--_machiavelli_. i hope i shall always possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what i consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an "honest man."--_george washington_. toasts _see_ drinking; good fellowship; woman. tobacco "tobaccy wanst saved my life," said paddy blake, an inveterate smoker. "how was that?" inquired his companion. "ye see, i was diggin' a well, and came up for a good smoke, and while i was up the well caved in." _see also_ smoking. tourists _see_ liars; travelers. trade unions chairman of the committee--"is this the place where you are happy all the time?" st. peter (proudly)--"it is, sir." "well, i represent the union, and if we come in we can only agree to be happy eight hours a day." tramps lady--"can't you find work?" tramp--"yessum; but everyone wants a reference from my last employer." lady--"and can't you get one?" tramp--"no, mum. yer see, he's been dead twenty-eight years." transmutation fred stone, of montgomery and stone fame, and eugene wood, whose stories and essays are well known, met on broadway recently. they stopped for a moment to exchange a few cheerful views, when a woman in a particularly noticeable sheath-gown passed. simultaneously, wood turned to stone; stone turned to wood; then both turned to rubber. travelers an american tourist, who was stopping in tokio had visited every point of interest and had seen everything to be seen except a shinto funeral. finally she appealed to the japanese clerk of the hotel, asking him to instruct her guide to take her to one. the clerk was politeness itself. he bowed gravely and replied: "i am very sorry, madam, but this is not the season for funerals." a gentleman whose travel-talks are known throughout the world tells the following on himself: "i was booked for a lecture one night at a little place in scotland four miles from a railway station. "the 'chairman' of the occasion, after introducing me as 'the mon wha's coom here tae broaden oor intellects,' said that he felt a wee bit of prayer would not be out of place. "'o lord,' he continued, 'put it intae the heart of this mon tae speak the truth, the hale truth, and naething but the truth, and gie us grace tae understan' him.' "then, with a glance at me, the chairman said, 'i've been a traveler meself!'"--_fenimore marlin_. two young americans touring italy for the first time stopped off one night at pisa, where they fell in with a convivial party at a cafe. going hilariously home one pushed the other against a building and held him there. "great heavens!" cried the man next the wall, suddenly glancing up at the structure above him. "see what we're doing!" both roisterers fled. they left town on an early morning train, not thinking it safe to stay over and see the famous leaning tower. mr. hiram jones had just returned from a personally conducted tour of europe. "i suppose," commented a friend, "that when you were in england you did as the english do and dropped your h's." "no," moodily responded the returned traveller; "i didn't. i did as the americans do. i dropped my v's and x's." then he slowly meandered down to the bank to see if he couldn't get the mortgage extended.--_w. hanny_. a number of tourists were recently looking down the crater of vesuvius. an american gentleman said to his companion. "that looks a good deal like the infernal regions." an english lady, overhearing the remark, said to another: "good gracious! how these americans do travel." an american tourist hailing from the west was out sight-seeing in london. they took him aboard the old battle-ship _victory_, which was lord nelson's flagship in several of his most famous naval triumphs. an english sailor escorted the american over the vessel, and coming to a raised brass tablet on the deck he said, as he reverently removed his hat: "'ere, sir, is the spot where lord nelson fell." "oh, is it?" replied the american, blankly. "well, that ain't nothin'. i nearly tripped on the blame thing myself." on one of the famous scenic routes of the west there is a brakeman who has lost the forefinger of his right hand. his present assignment as rear-end brakeman on a passenger train places him in the observation car, where he is the target for an almost unceasing fusillade of questions from tourists who insist upon having the name, and, if possible, the history, of all the mountain cañons and points of interest along the route. one especially enthusiastic lady tourist had kept up her gattling fire of questions until she had thoroughly mastered the geography of the country. then she ventured to ask the brakeman how he had lost his finger: "cut off in making a coupling between cars, i suppose?" "no, madam; i wore that finger off pointing out scenery to tourists." know most of the rooms of thy native country before thou goest over the threshold thereof.--_fuller_. when i was at home, i was in a better place; but travelers must be content.--_shakespeare_. as the spanish proverb says, "he who would bring home the wealth of the indies must carry the wealth of the indies with him." so it is in traveling: a man must carry knowledge with him, if he would bring home knowledge.--_samuel johnson_. treason it was during the parnell agitation in ireland that an anti-parnellite, criticising the ways of tenants in treating absentee landlords, exclaimed to archbishop ryan of philadelphia: "why, it looks very much like treason." instantly came the answer in the archbishop's best brogue: "sure, treason is reason when there's an absent 't'." treason doth never prosper: what's the reason? why if it prosper, none dare call it treason. trees curious charley--"do nuts grow on trees, father?" father--"they do, my son." curious charley--"then what tree does the doughnut grow on?" father--"the pantry, my son." trigonometry a prisoner was brought before a police magistrate. he looked around and discovered that his clerk was absent. "here, officer," he said, "what's this man charged with?" "bigotry, your honor," replied the policeman. "he's got three wives." the magistrate looked at the officer as though astounded at such ignorance. "why, officer," he said, "that's not bigotry--that's trigonometry." trouble "what is the trouble, wifey?" "nothing." "yes, there is. what are you crying about, something that happened at home or something that happened in a novel?" it was married men's night at the revival meeting. "let all you husbands who have troubles on your minds stand up!" shouted the preacher at the height of his spasm. instantly every man in the church arose except one. "ah!" exclaimed the preacher, peering out at this lone individual, who occupied a chair near the door. "you are one in a million." "it ain't that," piped back this one helplessly as the rest of the congregation gazed suspiciously at him: "i can't get up--i'm paralyzed!" judge--"your innocence is proved. you are acquitted." prisoner (to the jury)--"very sorry, indeed, gentlemen, to have given you all this trouble for nothing." a friend of mine, returning to his home in virginia after several years' absence, met one of the old negroes, a former servant of his family. "uncle moses," he said, "i hear you got married." "yes, marse tom, i is, and i's having a moughty troublesome time, marse tom, moughty troublesome." "what's the trouble?" said my friend. "why, dat yaller woman, marse tom. she all de time axin' me fer money. she don't give me no peace." "how long have you been married, uncle moses?" "nigh on ter two years, come dis spring." "and how much money have you given her?" "well, i ain't done gin her none yit."--_sue m.m. halsey_. if you want to forget all your other troubles, wear tight shoes. never bear more than one kind of trouble at a time. some people bear three--all they have had, all they have now, and all they expect to have.--_edward everett hale_. trusts a trust is known by the companies it keeps.--_ellis o. jones_. tompkins--"ventley has received a million dollars for his patent egg dating machine. you know it is absolutely interference-proof, and dates correctly and indelibly as the egg is being laid." dewley--"is the machine on the market yet?" tomkins--"oh, my no! and it won't be on the market. the patent was bought by the cold storage trust." truth there was a young lady named ruth, who had a great passion for truth. she said she would die before she would lie, and she died in the prime of her youth. women do not really like to deceive their husbands, but they are too tender-hearted to make them unhappy by telling them the truth. nature ... has buried truth deep in the bottom of the sea.--_democritus_. "tis strange--but true; for truth is always strange, stranger than fiction."--_byron_. turkeys "ah," says the christmas guest. "how i wish i could sit down to a christmas dinner with one of those turkeys we raised on the farm, when i was a boy, as the central figure!" "well," says the host, "you never can tell. this may be one of them."--_life_. tutors a tutor who tooted a flute tried to teach two young tooters to toot. said the two to the tutor, "is it harder to toot, or to tutor two tutors to toot?" --_carolyn wells_. twins "faith, mrs. o'hara, how d' ye till thim twins aparrt?" "aw, 't is aisy--i sticks me finger in dinnis's mouth, an' if he bites i know it's moike."--_harvard lampoon_. umbrellas a man left his umbrella in the stand in a hotel recently, with a card bearing the following inscription attached to it: "this umbrella belongs to a man who can deal a blow of pounds weight. i shall be back in ten minutes." on returning to seek his property he found in its place a card thus inscribed: "this card was left here by a man who can run twelve miles an hour. i shall not be back." a reputable citizen had left four umbrellas to be repaired. at noon he had luncheon in a restaurant, and as he was departing he absent-mindedly started to take an umbrella from a hook near his hat. "that's mine, sir," said a woman at the next table. he apologized and went out. when he was going home in a street car with his four repaired umbrellas, the woman he had seen in the restaurant got in. she glanced from him to his umbrellas and said: "i see you had a good day." "that's a swell umbrella you carry." "isn't it?" "did you come by it honestly?" "i haven't quite figured out. it started to rain the other day and i stepped into a doorway to wait till it stopped. then i saw a young fellow coming along with a nice large umbrella, and i thought if he was going as far as my house i would beg the shelter of his timbershoot. so i stepped out and asked: 'where are you going with that umbrella, young fellow?' and he dropped the umbrella and ran." one day a man exhibited a handsome umbrella. "it's wonderful how i make things last," he exclaimed. "look at this umbrella, now. i bought it eleven years ago. since then i had it recovered twice. i had new ribs put in in , and last month i exchanged it for a new one in a restaurant. and here it is--as good as new." value "the trouble with father," said the gilded youth, "is that he has no idea of the value of money." "you don't mean to imply that he is a spendthrift?" "not at all. but he puts his money away and doesn't appear to have any appreciation of all the things he might buy with it." vanity mcgorry--"i'll buy yez no new hat, d' yez moind thot? ye are vain enough ahlriddy." mrs. mcgorry--"me vain? oi'm not! shure, oi don't t'ink mesilf half as good lookin' as oi am." "of course," said a suffragette lecturer, "i admit that women are vain and men are not. there are a thousand proofs that this is so. why, the necktie of the handsomest man in the room is even now up the back of his collar." there were six men present and each of them put his hand gently behind his neck. a new york woman of great beauty called one day upon a friend, bringing with her her eleven-year-old daughter, who gives promise of becoming as great a beauty as her mother. it chanced that the callers were shown into a room where the friend had been receiving a milliner, and there were several beautiful hats lying about. during the conversation the little girl amused herself by examining the milliner's creations. of the number that she tried on, she seemed particularly pleased with a large black affair which set off her light hair charmingly. turning to her mother, the little girl said: "i look just like you now, mother, don't i?" "sh!" cautioned the mother, with uplifted finger. "don't be vain, dear." that which makes the vanity of others unbearable to us is that which wounds our own.--_la rochefoucauld_. versatility a clergyman who advertised for an organist received this reply: "_dear sir_: "i notice you have a vacancy for an organist and music teacher, either lady or gentleman. having been both for several years i beg to apply for the position." voice a lanky country youth entered the crossroads general store to order some groceries. he was seventeen years old and was passing through that stage of adolescence during which a boy seems all hands and feet, and his vocal organs, rapidly developing, are wont to cause his voice to undergo sudden and involuntary changes from high treble to low bass. in an authoritative rumbling bass voice he demanded of the busy clerk, "give me a can of corn" (then, his voice suddenly changing to a shrill falsetto, he continued) "and a sack of flour." "well, don't be in a hurry. i can't wait on both of you at once," snapped the clerk. aspiring vocalist--"professor, do you think i will ever be able to do anything with my voice?" perspiring teacher--"well it might come in handy in case of fire or shipwreck."--_cornell widow_. the devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, an arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. --_byron_. wages "me gotta da good job," said pictro, as he gave the monkey a little more line after grinding out on his organ a selection from "santa lucia." "getta forty dollar da month and eata myself; thirty da month if da boss eata me." commenting on the comparatively small salaries allowed by congress for services rendered in the executive branch of the government and the more liberal pay of some of the officials, a man in public life said: "it reminds me of the way a gang of laborers used to be paid down my way. the money was thrown at a ladder, and what stuck to the rungs went to the workers, while that which fell through went to the bosses." a certain prominent lawyer of toronto is in the habit of lecturing his office staff from the junior partner down, and tommy, the office boy, comes in for his full share of the admonition. that his words were appreciated was made evident to the lawyer by a conversation between tommy and another office boy on the same floor which he recently overheard. "wotcher wages?" asked the other boy. "ten thousand a year," replied tommy. "aw, g'wan!" "sure," insisted tommy, unabashed. "four dollars a week in cash, an' de rest in legal advice." while an irishman was gazing in the window of a washington bookstore the following sign caught his eye: dickens' works all this week for only $ .oo "the divvle he does!" exclaimed pat in disgust. "the dirty scab!" the difference between wages and salary is--when you receive wages you save two dollars a month, when you receive salary you borrow two dollars a month. he is well paid that is well satisfied.--_shakespeare_. the ideal social state is not that in which each gets an equal amount of wealth, but in which each gets in proportion to his contribution to the general stock.--_henry george_. waiters recipe for a waiter: stuff a hired dress-suit case with an effort to please, add a half-dozen stumbles and trips; remove his right thumb from the cranberry sauce, roll in crumbs, melted butter and tips. --_life_. war "flag of truce, excellency." "well, what do the revolutionists want?" "they would like to exchange a couple of generals for a can of condensed milk." if you favor war, dig a trench in your backyard, fill it half full of water, crawl into it, and stay there for a day or two without anything to eat, get a lunatic to shoot at you with a brace of revolvers and a machine gun, and you will have something just as good, and you will save your country a great deal of expense. "who are those people who are cheering?" asked the recruit as the soldiers marched to the train. "those," replied the veteran, "are the people who are not going."--_puck_. he who did well in war, just earns the right to begin doing well in peace. --_robert browning_. a great and lasting war can never be supported on this principle [patriotism] alone. it must be aided by a prospect of interest, or some reward.--_george washington_. _see also_ arbitration, international; european war. warnings pietro had drifted down to florida and was working with a gang at railroad construction. he had been told to beware of rattlesnakes, but assured that they would always give the warning rattle before striking. one hot day he was eating his noon luncheon on a pine log when he saw a big rattler coiled a few feet in front of him. he eyed the serpent and began to lift his legs over the log. he had barely got them out of the way when the snake's fangs hit the bark beneath him. "son of a guna!" yelled pietro. "why you no ringa da bell?" washington, george a barnegat schoolma'am had been telling her pupils something about george washington, and finally she asked: "can any one now tell me which washington was--a great general or a great admiral?" the small son of a fisherman raised his hand, and she signaled him to speak. "he was a great general," said the boy. "i seen a picture of him crossing the delaware, and no great admiral would put out from shore standing up in a skiff." a scotsman visiting america stood gazing at a fine statue of george washington, when an american approached. "that was a great and good man, sandy," said the american; "a lie never passed his lips." "weel," said the scot, "i praysume he talked through his nose like the rest of ye." wasps the wasp cannot speak, but when he says "drop it," in his own inimitable way, neither boy nor man shows any remarkable desire to hold on. waste the automobile rushed down the road--huge, gigantic, sublime. over the fence hung the woman who works hard and long-her husband is at the cafe and she has thirteen little ones. (an unlucky number.) suddenly upon the thirteenth came the auto, unseeing, slew him, and hummed on, unknowing. the woman who works hard and long rushed forward with hands, hands made rough by toil, upraised. she paused and stood inarticulate--a goddess, a giantess. then she hurled forth these words of derision, of despair: "mon dieu! and i'd just washed him!"--_literally translated from le sport of paris_. a boston physician tells of the case of a ten-year-old boy, who, by reason of an attack of fever, became deaf. the physician could afford the lad but little relief, so the boy applied himself to the task of learning the deaf-and-dumb alphabet. the other members of his family, too, acquired a working knowledge of the alphabet, in order that they might converse with the unfortunate youngster. during the course of the next few months, however, tommy's hearing suddenly returned to him, assisted no doubt by a slight operation performed by the physician. every one was, of course, delighted, particularly the boy's mother, who one day exclaimed: "oh, tommy, isn't it delightful to talk to and hear us again?" "yes," assented tommy, but with a degree of hesitation; "but here we've all learned the sign language, and we can't find any more use for it!" wealth if you want to make a living you have to work for it, while if you want to get rich you must go about it in some other way. the traditional fool and his money are lucky ever to have got together in the first place.--_puck_. he that is proud of riches is a fool. for if he be exalted above his neighbors because he hath more gold, how much inferior is he to a gold mine!--_jeremy taylor_. weather "how did you find the weather in london?" asked the friend of the returned traveler. "you don't have to find the weather in london," replied the traveler. "it bumps into you at every corner." an american and a scotsman were discussing the cold experienced in winter in the north of scotland. "why, it's nothing at all compared to the cold we have in the states," said the american. "i can recollect one winter when a sheep, jumping from a hillock into a field, became suddenly frozen on the way, and stuck in the air like a mass of ice." "but, man," exclaimed the scotsman, "the law of gravity wouldn't allow that." "i know that," replied the tale-pitcher. "but the law of gravity was frozen, too!" two commercial travelers, one from london and one from new york, were discussing the weather in their respective countries. the englishman said that english weather had one great fault--its sudden changes. "a person may take a walk one day," he said, "attired in a light summer suit, and still feel quite warm. next day he needs an overcoat." "that's nothing," said the american. "my two friends, johnson and jones, were once having an argument. there were eight or nine inches of snow on the ground. the argument got heated, and johnson picked up a snowball and threw it at jones from a distance of not more than five yards. during the transit of that snowball, believe me or not, as you like, the weather changed and became hot and summer like, and jones, instead of being hit with a snowball, was--er--scalded with hot water!" ex-president taft on one of his trips was playing golf on a western links when he noticed that he had a particularly good caddie, an old man of some sixty years, as they have on the scottish links. "and what do you do in winter?" asked the president. "such odd jobs as i can pick up, sir," replied the man. "not much chance for caddying then, i suppose?" asked the president. "no, sir, there is not," replied the man with a great deal of warmth. "when there's no frost there's sure to be snow, and when there's no snow there's frost, and when there's neither there's sure to be rain. and the few days when it's fine they're always sundays." on the way to the office of his publishers one crisp fall morning, james whitcomb riley met an unusually large number of acquaintances who commented conventionally upon the fine weather. this unremitting applause amused him. when greeted at the office with "nice day, mr. riley," he smiled broadly. "yes," he agreed. "yes, i've heard it very highly spoken of." the darky in question had simmered in the heat of st. augustine all his life, and was decoyed by the report that colored men could make as much as $ a day in duluth. he headed north in a seersucker suit and into a hard winter. at chicago, while waiting for a train, he shivered in an engine room, and on the way to duluth sped by miles of snow fields. on arriving he found the mercury at below and promptly lost the use of his hands. then his feet stiffened and he lost all sensation. they picked him up and took him to a crematory for unknown dead. after he had been in the oven for awhile somebody opened the door for inspection. rastus came to and shouted: "shut dat do' and close dat draff!" there was a small boy in quebec, who was buried in snow to his neck; when they said, "are you friz?" he replied, "yes, i is-- but we don't call this cold in quebec." --_rudyard kipling_. sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.--_ruskin_. wedding anniversaries uncle ephraim had put on a clean collar and his best coat, and was walking majestically up and down the street. "aren't you working to-day, uncle?" asked somebody. "no, suh. i'se celebrating' mah golden weddin' suh." "you were married fifty years ago to-day, then!" "yes, suh." "well, why isn't your wife helping you to celebrate?" "mah present wife, suh," replied uncle ephraim with dignity, "ain't got nothin' to do with it." wedding presents among the presents lately showered upon a dusky bride in a rural section of virginia, was one that was a gift of an old woman with whom both bride and groom were great favorites. some time ago, it appears, the old woman accumulated a supply of cardboard mottoes, which she worked and had framed as occasion arose. so it happened that in a neat combination of blues and reds, suspended by a cord of orange, there hung over the table whereon the other presents were displayed for the delectation of the wedding guests, this motto: fight on; fight ever. weddings an actor who was married recently for the third time, and whose bride had been married once before, wrote across the bottom of the wedding invitations: "be sure and come; this is no amateur performance." a wealthy young woman from the west was recently wedded to a member of the nobility of england, and the ceremony occurred in the most fashionable of london churches--st. george's. among the guests was a cousin of the bride, as sturdy an american as can be imagined. he gave an interesting summary of the wedding when asked by a girl friend whether the marriage was a happy one. "happy? i should say it was," said the cousin. "the bride was happy, her mother was overjoyed, lord stickleigh, the groom, was in ecstasies, and his creditors, i understand, were in a state of absolute bliss."--_edwun tarrisse_. the best man noticed that one of the wedding guests, a gloomy-looking young man, did not seem to be enjoying himself. he was wandering about as though he had lost his last friend. the best man took it upon himself to cheer him up. "er--have you kissed the bride?" he asked by way of introduction. "not lately," replied the gloomy one with a far-away expression. the curate of a large and fashionable church was endeavoring to teach the significance of white to a sunday-school class. "why," said he, "does a bride invariably desire to be clothed in white at her marriage?" as no one answered, he explained. "white," said he, "stands for joy, and the wedding-day is the most joyous occasion of a woman's life." a small boy queried, "why do the men all wear black?"--_m.j. moor_. lilly may came to her mistress. "ah would like a week's vacation, miss annie," she said, in her soft negro accent; "ah wants to be married." lillie had been a good girl, so her mistress gave her the week's vacation, a white dress, a veil and a plum-cake. promptly at the end of the week lillie returned, radiant. "oh, miss annie!" she exclaimed, "ah was the mos' lovely bride! ma dress was pcrfec', ma veil mos' lovely, the cake mos' good! an' oh, the dancin' an' the eatin'!" "well, lillie, this sounds delightful," said her mistress, "but you have left out the point of your story--i hope you have a good husband." lillie's tone changed to indignation: "now, miss annie, what yo' think? tha' darn nigger nebber turn up!" there is living in illinois a solemn man who is often funny without meaning to be. at the time of his wedding, he lived in a town some distance from the home of the bride. the wedding was to be at her house. on the eventful day the solemn man started for the station, but on the way met the village grocer, who talked so entertainingly that the bridegroom missed his train. naturally he was in a "state." something must be done, and done quickly. so he sent the following telegram: don't marry till i come.--henry. --_howard, morse_. in all the wedding cake, hope is the sweetest of the plums.--_douglas jerrold_. weights and measures "didn't i tell ye to feed that cat a pound of meat every day until ye had her fat?" demanded an irish shopkeeper, nodding toward a sickly, emaciated cat that was slinking through the store. "ye did thot," replied the assistant, "an" i've just been after feedin' her a pound of meat this very minute." "faith, an' i don't believe ye. bring me the scales." the poor cat was lifted into the scales. thy balancd at exactly one pound. "there!" exclaimed the assistant triumphantly. "didn't i tell ye she'd had her pound of meat?" "that's right," admitted the boss, scratching his head. "that's yer pound of meat all right. but"--suddenly looking up--"where the divvil is the cat?" welcomes when ex-president taft was on his transcontinental tour, american flags and taft pictures were in evidence everywhere. usually the taft pictures contained a word of welcome under them. those who heard the president's laugh ring out will not soon forget the western city which, directly under the barred window of the city lockup, displayed a taft picture with the legend "welcome" on it.--_hugh morist_. come in the evening, or come in the morning, come when you're looked for, or come without warning, kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, and the oftener you come here the more i'll adore you. --_thomas o. davis_. west, the eastern lady (traveling in montana)--"the idea of calling this the 'wild-west'! why, i never saw such politeness anywhere." cowboy--"we're allers perlite to ladies, ma'am." eastern lady--"oh, as for that, there is plenty of politeness everywhere. but i refer to the men. why, in new york the men behave horribly towards one another; but here they treat one another as delicately as gentlemen in a drawing-room." cowboy--"yes, ma'am; it's safer."--_abbie c. dixon_. whisky this is from an irish priest's sermon, as quoted in samuel m. hussey's "reminiscences of an irish land agent": "'it's whisky makes you bate your wives; it's whisky makes your homes desolate; it's whisky makes you shoot your landlords, and'--with emphasis, as he thumped the pulpit--'it's whisky makes you miss them.'" in a recent trial of a "bootlegger" in western kentucky a witness testified that he had purchased some "squirrel" whisky from the defendant. "squirrel whisky?" questioned the court. "yes, you know: the kind that makes you talk nutty and want to climb trees." general carter, who went to texas in command of the regulars sent south for maneuvers along the mexican border, tells this story of an old irish soldier: the march had been a long and tiresome one, and as the bivouac was being made for the night, the captain noticed that pat was looking very much fatigued. thinking that a small drop of whisky might do him good, the captain called pat aside and said, "pat, will you have a wee drink of whisky?" pat made no answer, but folded his arms in a reverential manner and gazed upward. the captain repeated the question several times, but no answer from pat, who stood silent and motionless, gazing devoutly into the sky. finally the captain, taking him by the shoulder and giving him a vigorous shake said: "pat, why don't you answer? i said, 'pat, will you have a drink of whisky?'" after looking around in considerable astonishment pat replied: "and is it yez, captain? begorrah and i thought it was an angel spakin' to me." _see_ also drinking. whisky breath _see_ breath. widows during the course of conversation between two ladies in a hotel parlor one said to the other: "are you married?" "no, i am not," replied the other. "are you?" "no," was the reply, "i, too, am on the single list," adding: "strange that two such estimable women as ourselves should have been overlooked in the great matrimonial market! now that lady," pointing to another who was passing, "has been widowed four times, two of her husbands having been cremated. the woman," she continued, "is plain and uninteresting, and yet she has them to burn." wind visitor--"what became of that other windmill that was here last year?" native--"there was only enough wind for one, so we took it down." whichever way the wind doth blow some heart is glad to have it so; then blow it east, or blow it west, the wind that blows, that wind is best. --_caroline a. mason_. windfalls a nebraska man was carried forty miles by a cyclone and dropped in a widow's front yard. he married the widow and returned home worth about $ , more than when he started. wine when our thirsty souls we steep, every sorrow's lull'd to sleep. talk of monarchs! we are then richest, happiest, first of men. when i drink, my heart refines and rises as the cup declines; rises in the genial flow, that none but social spirits know. to-day we'll haste to quaff our wine, as if to-morrow ne'er should shine; but if to-morrow comes, why then-- we'll haste to quaff our wine again. let me, oh, my budding vine, spill no other blood than thine. yonder brimming goblet see, that alone shall vanquish me. i pray thee, by the gods above, give me the mighty howl i love, and let me sing, in wild delight. "i will--i will be mad to-night!" when father time swings round his scythe, intomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, so that its juices red and blythe, may cheer these thirsty bones of mine. --_eugene field_. _see also_ drinking. wishes george washington drew a long sigh and said: "ah wish ah had a hundred watermillions." dixie's eyes lighted. "hum! dat would suttenly be fine! an' ef yo' had a hundred watermillions would yo' gib me fifty?" "no, ah wouldn't." "wouldn't yo' give me twenty-five?" "no, ah wouldn't gib yo' no twenty-five." dixie gaxed with reproachful eyes at his close-fisted friend. "seems to me, you's powahful stingy, george washington," he said, and then continued in a heartbroken voice. "wouldn't yo' gib me one?" "no, ah wouldn't gib yo' one. look a' heah, nigger! are yo' so good for nuffen lazy dat yo' cahn't wish fo' yo' own watermillions?" "man wants but little here below nor wants that little long," 'tis not with me exactly so; but'tis so in the song. my wants are many, and, if told, would muster many a score; and were each a mint of gold, i still should long for more. --_john quincy adams_. witnesses "the trouble is," said wilkins as he talked the matter over with his counsel, "that in the excitement of the moment i admitted that i had been going too fast, and wasn't paying any attention to the road just before the collision. i'm afraid that admission is going to prove costly." "don't wory about that," said his lawyer. "i'll bring seven witnesses to testify that they wouldn't believe you under oath." on his eighty-fourth birthday, paul smith, the veteran adirondock hotel-keeper, who started life as a guide and died owning a million dollars' worth of forest land, was talking about boundary disputes with an old friend. "didn't you hear of the lawsuit over a title that i had with jones down in malone last summer?" asked paul. the friend had not heard. "well," said paul, "it was this way. i sat in the court room before the case opened with my witnesses around me. jones busted in, stopped, looked my witnesses over carefully, and said: 'paul, are those your witnesses?' 'they are,' said i. 'then you win,' said he. 'i've had them witnesses twice myself.'" wives "father," said a little boy, "had solomon seven hundred wives?" "i believe so, my son," said the father. "well, father, was he the man who said, 'give me liberty or give me death?'"--_town topics_. a charitable lady was reading the old testament to an aged woman who lived at the home for old people, and chanced upon the passage concerning solomon's household. "had solomon really seven hundred wives?" inquired the old woman, after reflection. "oh, yes, mary! it is so stated in the bible." "lor', mum!" was the comment. "what privileges them early christians had!" casey--"now, phwat wu'u'd ye do in a case loike thot?" clancy--"loike phwat?" casey--"th' walkin' diligate tils me to stroike, an' me ould woman orders me to ke-ape on wurrkin'." governor vardaman, of mississippi, was taken to task because he had made a certain appointment, a friend maintaining that another man should have received the place. the governor listened quietly and then said: "did i ever tell you about mose williams? one day mose sought his employer, an acquaintance of mine, and inquired: "'say, boss, is yo' gwine to town t'morrer?' "'i think so. why?' "'well, hit's dishaway. me an' easter johnson's gwine to git mahred, an' ah 'lowed to ax yo' ter git a pair of licenses fo' me." "i shall be delighted to oblige you, mose, and i hope you will be very happy." "the next day when the gentleman rode up to his house the old man was waiting for him. "'did you git 'em, boss?" he inquired eagerly. "'yes, here they are.' "mose looked at them ruefully, shaking his head. 'ah'm po'ful sorry yo' got 'em, boss!' "'whats the matter? has easter gone back on you?' "'it ain't dat, boss. ah done changed mah min.' ah'm gwine to mahry sophie coleman, dat freckled-faced yaller girl what works up to mis' mason's, for she sholy can cook!' "well, i'll try and have the name changed for you, but it will cost you fifty cents more.' "mose assented, somewhat dubiously, and the gentleman had the change made. again he found mose waiting for him. "'wouldn't change hit, boss, would he?' "'certainly he changed it. i simply had to pay him the fifty cents.' "'ah was hopin' he wouldn't do it. mah min's made up to mahry easter johnson after all.' "'you crazy nigger, you don't know what you do want. what made you change your mind again?' "'well, boss, ah been thinkin' it over an' ah jes' 'lowed dar wasn't fifty cents wuth ob diff'runce in dem two niggers.'" a wife is a woman who is expected to purchase without means, and sew on buttons before they come off. "what are you cutting out of the paper?" "about a california man securing a divorce because his wife went through his pockets." "what are you going to do with it?" "put it in my pocket." a woman missionary in china was taking tea with a mandarin's eight wives. the chinese ladies examined her clothing, her hair, her teeth, and so on, but her feet especially amazed them. "why," cried one, "you can walk or run as well as a man!" "yes, to be sure," said the missionary. "can you ride a horse and swim, too?" "yes." "then you must be as strong as a man!" "i am." "and you wouldn't let a man beat you--not even if he was your husband--would you?" "indeed i wouldn't," the missionary said. the mandarin's eight wives looked at one another, nodding their heads. then the oldest said softly: "now i understand why the foreign devil never has more than one wife. he is afraid!"--_western christian advocate_. pat--"i hear your woife is sick, moike." mike--"she is thot." pat--"is it dangerous she is?" mike--"divil a bit. she's too weak to be dangerous any more!" son--"say, mama, father broke this vase before he went out." mother--"my beautiful majolica vase! wait till he comes back, that's all." son--"may i stay up till he does?" "because a fellow has six talking machines," said the boarder who wants to be an end man, "it doesn't follow that he is a mormon." it was a wizened little man who appeared before the judge and charged his wife with cruel and abusive treatment. his better half was a big, square-jawed woman with a determined eye. "in the first place, where did you meet this woman who, according to your story, has treated you so dreadfully?" asked the judge. "well," replied the little man, making a brave attempt to glare defiantly at his wife, "i never did meet her. she just kind of overtook me." "harry, love," exclaimed mrs. knowall to her husband, on his return one evening from the office, "i have b-been d-dreadfully insulted!" "insulted?" exclaimed harry, love. "by whom?" "b-by your m-mother," answered the young wife, bursting into tears. "my mother, flora? nonsense! she's miles away!" flora dried her tears. "i'll tell you all about it, harry, love," she said. "a letter came to you this morning, addressed in your mother's writing, so, of course, i--i opened it." "of course," repeated harry, love, dryly. "it--it was written to you all the way through. do you understand?" "i understand. but where does the insult to you come in?" "it--it came in the p-p-postscript," cried the wife, bursting into fresh floods of briny. "it s-said: 'p-p-p. s.--d-dear flora, d-don't f-fail to give this l-letter to harry. i w-want him to have it.'" "'did you git 'em, boss?" he inquired eagerly. "'yes, here they are.' "mose looked at them ruefully, shaking his head. 'ah'm po'ful sorry yo' got 'em, boss!' "'whats the matter? has easter gone back on you?' "'it ain't dat, boss. ah done changed mah min.' ah'm gwine to mahry sophie coleman, dat freckled-faced yaller girl what works up to mis' mason's, for she sholy can cook!' "well, i'll try and have the name changed for you, but it will cost you fifty cents more.' "mose assented, somewhat dubiously, and the gentleman had the change made. again he found mose waiting for him. "'wouldn't change hit, boss, would he?' "'certainly he changed it. i simply had to pay him the fifty cents.' "'ah was hopin' he wouldn't do it. mah min's made up to mahry easter johnson after all.' "'you crazy nigger, you don't know what you do want. what made you change your mind again?' "'well, boss, ah been thinkin' it over an' ah jes' 'lowed dar wasn't fifty cents wuth ob diff'runce in dem two niggers.'" a wife is a woman who is expected to purchase without means, and sew on buttons before they come off. "what are you cutting out of the paper?" "about a california man securing a divorce because his wife went through his pockets." "what are you going to do with it?" "put it in my pocket." a woman missionary in china was taking tea with a mandarin's eight wives. the chinese ladies examined her clothing, her hair, her teeth, and so on, but her feet especially amazed them. "why," cried one, "you can walk or run as well as a man!" "yes, to be sure," said the missionary. "can you ride a horse and swim, too?" "yes." "then you must be as strong as a man!" "i am." "and you wouldn't let a man beat you--not even if he was your husband--would you?" "indeed i wouldn't," the missionary said. the mandarin's eight wives looked at one another, nodding their heads. then the oldest said softly: "now i understand why the foreign devil never has more than one wife. he is afraid!"--_western christian advocate_. pat--"i hear your woife is sick, moike." mike--"she is thot." pat--"is it dangerous she is?" mike--"divil a bit. she's too weak to be dangerous any more!" son--"say, mama, father broke this vase before he went out." mother--"my beautiful majolica vase! wait till he comes back, that's all." son--"may i stay up till he does?" "because a fellow has six talking machines," said the boarder who wants to be an end man, "it doesn't follow that he is a mormon." it was a wizened little man who appeared before the judge and charged his wife with cruel and abusive treatment. his better half was a big, square-jawed woman with a determined eye. "in the first place, where did you meet this woman who, according to your story, has treated you so dreadfully?" asked the judge. "well," replied the little man, making a brave attempt to glare defiantly at his wife, "i never did meet her. she just kind of overtook me." "harry, love," exclaimed mrs. knowall to her husband, on his return one evening from the office, "i have b-been d-dreadfully insulted!" "insulted?" exclaimed harry, love. "by whom?" "b-by your m-mother," answered the young wife, bursting into tears. "my mother, flora? nonsense! she's miles away!" flora dried her tears. "i'll tell you all about it, harry, love," she said. "a letter came to you this morning, addressed in your mother's writing, so, of course, i--i opened it." "of course," repeated harry, love, dryly. "it--it was written to you all the way through. do you understand?" "i understand. but where does the insult to you come in?" "it--it came in the p-p-postscript," cried the wife, bursting into fresh floods of briny. "it s-said: 'p-p-p. s.--d-dear flora, d-don't f-fail to give this l-letter to harry. i w-want him to have it.'" "by jove, i left my purse under the pillow!" "oh, well, your servant is honest, isn't she?" "that's just it. she'll take it to my wife." there swims no goose so gray, but soon or late she finds some honest gander for her mate. --_pope_. a clerk showed forty patterns of ginghams to a man whose wife had sent him to buy some for her for christmas, and at every pattern the man said: "my wife said she didn't want anything like that." the clerk put the last piece back on the shelf. "sir," he said, "you don't want gingham. what you want is a divorce." maids are may when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.--_shakespeare_. in the election of a wife, as in a project of war, to err but once is to be undone forever. --_thomas middleton_. of earthly goods, the best is a good wife; a bad, the bitterest curse of human life. --_simonides_. _see also_ domestic finance; suffragettes; talkers; temper; woman suffrage. woman woman--the only sex which attaches more importance to what's on its head than to what's in it. "how very few statues there are of real women." "yes! it's hard to get them to look right." "how so?" "a woman remaining still and saying nothing doesn't seem true to life." "oh, woman! in our hours of ease uncertain, coy, and hard to please"-- so wrote sir walter long ago. but how, pray, could he really know? if woman fair he strove to please, where did he get his "hours of ease"? --_george b. morewood_. miss scribble-"the heroine of my next story is to be one of those modern advanced girls who have ideas of their own and don't want to get married." the colonel (politely)-"ah, indeed, i don't think i ever met that type."--_life_. you are a dear, sweet girl, god bless you and keep you-- wish i could afford to do so. here's to man--he can afford anything he can get. here's to woman--she can afford anything that she can get a man to get for her.--_george ade_. here's to the soldier and his arms, fall in, men, fall in; here's to woman and her arms, fall in, men, fall in! most southerners are gallant. an exception is the georgian who gave his son this advice: "my boy, never run after a woman or a street car--there will be another one along in a minute or two." here's to the maid of bashful fifteen; here's to the widow of fifty; here's to the flaunting, extravagant queen; and here's to the housewife that's thrifty. chorus: let the toast pass,-- drink to the lass, i'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. --_sheridan_. here's to the ladies, the good, young ladies; but not too good, for the good die young, and we want no dead ones. and here's to the good old ladies, but not too old, for we want no dyed ones. when a woman repulses, beware. when a woman beckons, bewarer.--_henriette corkland_. the young woman had spent a busy day. she had browbeaten fourteen salespeople, bullyragged a floor-walker, argued victoriously with a milliner, laid down the law to a modiste, nipped in the bud a taxi chauffeur's attempt to overcharge her, made a street car conductor stop the car in the middle of a block for her, discharged her maid and engaged another, and otherwise refused to allow herself to be imposed upon. yet she did not smile that evening when a young man begged: "let me be your protector through life!" i am very fond of the company of ladies. i like their beauty, i like their delicacy, i like their vivacity, and i like their _silence.--samuel johnson_. auld nature swears, the lovely dears her noblest work she classes, o: her 'prentice hand she tried on man, an' then she made the lasses, o. --_burns_. not from his head was woman took, as made her husband to o'erlook; not from his feet, as one designed the footstool of the stronger kind; but fashioned for himself, a bride; an equal, taken from his side. --_charles wesley_. _see also_ mice; mothers; smoking; suffragettes; wives; woman suffrage. woman suffrage woman voter--"now, i may as well be frank with you. i absolutely refuse to vote the same ticket as that horrid jones woman." kate douglas wiggin was asked recently how she stood on the vote for women question. she replied she didn't "stand at all," and told a story about a new england farmer's wife who had no very romantic ideas about the opposite sex, and who, hurrying from churn to sink, from sink to shed, and back to the kitchen stove, was asked if she wanted to vote. "no, i certainly don't! i say if there's one little thing that the men folks can do alone, for goodness sakes let 'em do it!" she replied. mr. e.n. quire--"what are those women mauling that man for?" mrs. henballot--"he insulted us by saying that the suffrage movement destroyed our naturally timid sweetness and robbed us of all our gentleness." "did you cast your vote, aunty?" "oh, yes! isn't it grand? a real nice gentleman with a beautiful moustache and yellow spats marked my ballot for me. i know i should have marked it myself, but it seemed to please him greatly." "does your wife want to vote?" "no. she wants a larger town house, a villa on the sea coast and a new limousine car every six months. i'd be pleased most to death if she could fix her attention on a smaller matter like the vote." "what you want, i suppose, is to vote, just like the men do." "certainly not," replied mrs. baring-banners. "if we couldn't do any better than that there would be no use of our voting." "there's only one thing i can think of to head off this suffrage movement," said the mere man. "what is that?" asked his wife. "make the legal age for voting thirty-five instead of twenty-one."--_catholic universe_. mamie--"i believe in woman's rights." gertie--"then you think every woman should have a vote?" mamie--"no; but i think every woman should have a voter."--_the woman's journal_. during the presidential campaign the question of woman suffrage was much discussed among women pro and con, and at an afternoon tea the conversation turned that way between the women guests. "are you a woman suffragist?" asked the one who was most interested. "indeed, i am not," replied the other most emphatically. "oh, that's too bad, but just supposing you were, whom would you support in the present campaign?" "the same man i've always supported, of course," was the apt reply--"my husband." _see also_ suffragettes. women's clubs _see_ clubs. words _see_ authors. work all work and no play makes jack surreptitiously gay. "wot cheer, alf? yer lookin' sick; wot is it?" "work! nuffink but work, work, work, from mornin' till night!" '"ow long 'ave yer been at it?" "start tomorrow."--_punch_. several men were discussing the relative importance and difficulty of mental and physical work, and one of them told the following experience: "several years ago, a tramp, one of the finest specimens of physical manhood that i have ever seen, dropped into my yard and asked me for work. the first day i put him to work helping to move some heavy rocks, and he easily did as much work as any two other men, and yet was as fresh as could be at the end of the day. "the next morning, having no further use for him, i told him he could go; but he begged so hard to remain that i let him go into the cellar and empty some apple barrels, putting the good apples into one barrel and throwing away the rotten ones--about a half hour's work. "at the end of two hours he was still in the cellar, and i went down to see what the trouble was. i found him only half through, but almost exhausted, beads of perspiration on his brow. "'what's the matter?' i asked. 'surely that work isn't hard.' "'no not hard,' he replied. 'but the strain on the judgment is _awful_.'" _see also_ rest cure. worms a country girl was home from college for the christmas holidays and the old folks were having a reception in her honor. during the event she brought out some of her new gowns to show to the guests. picking up a beautiful silk creation she held it up before the admiring crowd. "isn't this perfectly gorgeous!" she exclaimed. "just think, it came from a poor little insignificant worm!" her hard-working father looked a moment, then he turned and said: "yes, darn it, an' i'm that worm!" yale university the new cook, who had come into the household during the holidays, asked her mistress: "where ban your son? i not seeing him round no more." "my son," replied the mistress pridefully. "oh, he has gone back to yale. he could only get away long enough to stay until new year's day, you see. i miss him dreadfully, tho." "yas, i knowing yoost how you feel. my broder, he ban in yail sax times since tanksgiving." yonkers an american took an englishman to a theater. an actor in the farce, about to die, exclaimed: "please, dear wife, don't bury me in yonkers!" the englishman turned to his friend and said: "i say, old chap, what _are_ yonkers?" "you" here's to the world, the merry old world, to its days both bright and blue; here's to our future, be it what it may, and here's to my best--that's you! zones teacher--"how many zones has the earth?" pupil--"five." teacher--"correct. name them." pupil--"temperate zone, intemperate, canal, horrid, and o."--_life_. index ability abolition absent-mindedness accidents acting actors and actresses adaptation addresses advertising advice aeronautics aeroplanes after dinner speeches age agents agriculture alarm clocks alertness alibi alimony allowances altruism ambition american girl americans amusements anatomy ancestry anger anniversaries antidotes appearances applause arbitration international arithmetic armies army rations art artists athletes attention authors automobiles automobiling aviation aviators babies baccalaureate sermons bacteria badges baggage baldness banks and banking baptism baptists bargains baseball baths and bathing bazars beards beauty beauty, personal beds beer 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errors have been changed and are listed at the end. all other inconsistencies are as in the original. characters that could not be displayed directly in latin- are transcribed as follows: _ - italic ^ - superscript {_c} - subscript c [cir] - circle [py] - pyramid [rec] - rectangle [scir] - small circle [sq] - square [v] - slant anima poetÆ from the unpublished note-books of samuel taylor coleridge edited by ernest hartley coleridge london william heinemann mdcccxcv _all rights reserved_ _entered at stationers' hall_ _entered at the library of congress, washington_ _copyright_, when shall i find time and ease to reduce my pocket-books and memorandums to an _index_ or _memoriæ memorandorum_? if--aye! and alas! if i could see the last sheet of my _assertio fidei christianæ, et eterni temporizantis_, having previously beheld my elements of discourse, logic, dialectic, and noetic, or canon, criterion, and organon, with the philosophic glossary--in one printed volume, and the exercises in reasoning as another--if--what then? why, then i would publish all that remained unused, travels and all, under the title of excursions abroad and at home, what i have seen and what i have thought with a little of what i have felt, in the words in which i told and talked them to my pocket-books, the confidants who have _not_ betrayed me, the friends whose silence was _not_ detraction, and the inmates before whom i was not ashamed to complain, to yearn, to weep, or even to pray! to which are added marginal notes from many old books and one or two new ones, sifted through the mogul sieve of duty towards my neighbour--by [greek: 'estêse]. _ june, ._ preface _specimens of the table talk of samuel taylor coleridge_, which the poet's nephew and son-in-law, henry nelson coleridge, published in , was a popular book from the first, and has won the approval of two generations of readers. unlike the _biographia literaria_, or the original and revised versions of _the friend_, which never had their day at all, or the _aids to reflection_, which passed through many editions, but now seems to have delivered its message, the _table talk_ is still well known and widely read, and that not only by students of literature. the task which the editor set himself was a difficult one, but it lay within the powers of an attentive listener, possessed of a good memory and those rarer gifts of a refined and scholarly taste, a sound and luminous common sense. he does not attempt to reproduce coleridge's conversation or monologue or impassioned harangue, but he preserves and notes down the detached fragments of knowledge and wisdom which fell from time to time from the master's lips. here are "the balmy sunny islets of the blest and the intelligible," an unvexed and _harbourous_ archipelago. very sparingly, if at all, have those pithy "sentences" and weighty paragraphs been trimmed or pruned by the pious solicitude of the memorialist, but it must be borne in mind that the unities are more or less consciously observed, alike in the matter of the discourse and the artistic presentation to the reader. there is, in short, not merely a "mechanic" but an "organic regularity" in the composition of the work as a whole. a "myriad-minded" sage, who has seen men and cities, who has read widely and shaped his thoughts in a peculiar mould, is pouring out his stores of knowledge, the garnered fruit of a life of study and meditation, for the benefit of an apt learner, a discreet and appreciative disciple. a day comes when the marvellous lips are constrained to an endless silence, and it becomes the duty and privilege of the beloved and honoured pupil to "snatch from forgetfulness" and to hand down to posterity the great tradition of his master's eloquence. a labour of love so useful and so fascinating was accomplished by the gifted editor of the _table talk_, and it was accomplished once for all. the compilation of a new _table talk_, if it were possible, would be a mistake and an impertinence. the present collection of hitherto unpublished aphorisms, reflections, confessions and soliloquies, which for want of a better name i have entitled _anima poetæ_, does not in any way challenge comparison with the _table talk_. it is, indeed, essentially different, not only in the sources from which it has been compiled but in constitution and in aim. "since i left you," writes coleridge in a letter to wordsworth of may , , "my pocket-books have been my sole confidants." doubtless, in earlier and happier days, he had been eager not merely to record but to communicate to the few who would listen or might understand the ceaseless and curious workings of his ever-shaping imagination, but from youth to age note-books and pocket-books were his silent confidants, his "never-failing friends" by night and day. more than fifty of these remarkable documents are extant. the earliest of the series, which dates from and which is known as the "gutch memorandum book," was purchased in by the trustees of the british museum, and is now exhibited in the king's library. it consists, for the most part, of fragments of prose and verse thrown off at the moment, and stored up for future use in poem or lecture or sermon. a few of these fragments were printed in the _literary remains_ ( vols. - ), and others are to be found (pp. , , , _et passim_) in herr brandl's _samuel taylor coleridge and the english romantic school_. the poetical fragments are printed _in extenso_ in coleridge's _poetical works_ (macmillan, ), pp. - . a few specimens of the prose fragments have been included in the first chapter of this work. one of the latest note-books, an unfinished folio, contains the autobiographic note of , portions of which were printed in gillman's _life of coleridge_, pp. - , and a mass of unpublished matter, consisting mainly of religious exercises and biblical criticism. of the intervening collection of pocket-books, note-books, copy-books, of all shapes, sizes and bindings, a detailed description would be tedious and out of place. their contents may be roughly divided into diaries of tours in germany, the lake district, scotland, sicily and italy; notes for projected and accomplished works, rough drafts of poems, schemes of metre and metrical experiments; notes for lectures on shakspere and other dramatists; quotations from books of travel, from greek, latin, german and italian classics, with and without critical comments; innumerable fragments of metaphysical and theological speculation; and commingled with this unassorted medley of facts and thoughts and fancies, an occasional and intermitted record of personal feeling, of love and friendship, of disappointment and regret, of penitence and resolve, of faith and hope in the unseen. hitherto, but little use has been made of this life-long accumulation of literary material. a few specimens, "curiosities of literature" they might have been called, were contributed by coleridge himself to southey's _omniana_ of , and a further selection of some fifty fragments, gleaned from note-books - / and , and from a third unnumbered ms. book now in my possession, were printed by h. n. coleridge in the first volume of the _literary remains_ under the heading _omniana - _. the _omniana_ of were, in many instances, re-written by coleridge before they were included in southey's volumes, and in the later issue, here and there, the editor has given shape and articulation to an unfinished or half-formed sentence. the earlier and later _omniana_, together with the fragments which were published by allsop in his _letters, conversations and recollections of s. t. coleridge_, in , were included by the late thomas ashe in his reprint of the _table talk_, bell & co., . some fourteen or fifteen notes of singular interest and beauty, which belong to the years , , , , etc., were printed by james gillman in his unfinished "life of coleridge," and it is evident that he contemplated a more extended use of the note-books in the construction of his second volume, or, possibly, the publication of a supplementary volume of notes or _omniana_. transcripts which were made for this purpose are extant, and have been placed at my disposal by the kindness of mrs. henry watson, who inherited them from her grandmother, mrs. gillman. i may add that a few quotations from diaries of tours in the lake country and on the continent are to be found in the foot-notes appended to the two volumes of _letters of samuel taylor coleridge_ which were issued in the spring of the present year. to publish the note-books _in extenso_ would be impracticable, if even after the lapse of sixty years since the death of the writer it were permissible. they are private memoranda-books, and rightly and properly have been regarded as a sacred trust by their several custodians. but it is none the less certain that in disburthening himself of the ideas and imaginations which pressed upon his consciousness, in committing them to writing and carefully preserving them through all his wanderings, coleridge had no mind that they should perish utterly. the invisible pageantry of thought and passion which for ever floated into his spiritual ken, the perpetual hope, the half-belief that the veil of the senses would be rent in twain, and that he and not another would be the first to lay bare the mysteries of being, and to solve the problem of the ages--of these was the breath of his soul. it was his fate to wrestle from night to morn with the angel of the vision, and of that unequal combat he has left, by way of warning or encouragement, a broken but an inspired and inspiring record. "hints and first thoughts" he bade us regard the contents of his memorandum-books--"_cogitabilia_ rather than _cogitata_ a me, not fixed opinions," and yet acts of obedience to the apostolic command of "try all things: hold fast that which is good"--say, rather, acts of obedience to the compulsion of his own genius to "take a pen and write in a book all the words of the vision." the aim of the present work, however imperfectly accomplished, has been to present in a compendious shape a collection of unpublished aphorisms and sentences, and at the same time to enable the reader to form some estimate of those strange self-communings to which coleridge devoted so much of his intellectual energies, and by means of which he hoped to pass through the mists and shadows of words and thoughts to a steadier contemplation, to the apprehension if not the comprehension of the mysteries of truth and being. the various excerpts which i have selected for publication are arranged, as far as possible, in chronological order. they begin with the beginning of coleridge's literary career, and are carried down to the summer of , when he accompanied wordsworth and his daughter dora on a six months' tour on the continent. the series of note-books which belong to the remaining years of his life ( - ) were devoted for the most part to a commentary on the old and new testament, to theological controversy, and to metaphysical disquisition. whatever interest they may have possessed, or still possess, appeals to the student, not to the general reader. with his inveterate love of humorous or facetious titles, coleridge was pleased to designate these serious and abstruse dissertations as "the flycatchers." my especial thanks are due to amy, lady coleridge, who, in accordance with the known wishes of the late lord coleridge, has afforded me every facility for collating my own transcripts of the note-books, and those which were made by my father and other members of my family, with the original mss. now in her possession. i have to also thank miss edith coleridge for valuable assistance in the preparation of the present work for the press. the death of my friend, mr. james dykes campbell, has deprived me of aid which he alone could give. it was due to his suggestion and encouragement that i began to compile these pages, and only a few days before his death he promised me (it was all he could undertake) to "run through the proofs with my pencil in my hand." he has passed away _multis flebilis_, but he lived to accomplish his own work both as critic and biographer, and to leave to all who follow in his footsteps a type and example of honest workmanship and of literary excellence. ernest hartley coleridge. anima poetÆ chapter i _ - _ "o youth! for years so many and sweet, 'tis known, that thou and i were one." s. t. c. [sidenote: past and present] "we should judge of absent things by the absent. objects which are present are apt to produce perceptions too strong to be impartially compared with those recalled only by the memory." sir j. stewart. true! and o how often the very opposite is true likewise, namely, that the objects of memory are, often, so dear and vivid, that present things are injured by being compared with them, vivid from dearness! [sidenote: love] love, a myrtle wand, is transformed by the aaron touch of jealousy into a serpent so vast as to swallow up every other stinging woe, and makes us mourn the exchange. love that soothes misfortune and buoys up to virtue--the pillow of sorrows, the wings of virtue. disappointed love not uncommonly causes misogyny, even as extreme thirst is supposed to be the cause of hydrophobia. love transforms the soul into a conformity with the object loved. [sidenote: duty and experience] from the narrow path of virtue pleasure leads us to more flowery fields, and there pain meets and chides our wandering. of how many pleasures, of what lasting happiness, is pain the parent and woe the womb! real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills. we feel a thousand miseries till we are lucky enough to feel misery. misfortunes prepare the heart for the enjoyment of happiness in a better state. the life of a religious benevolent man is an april day. his pains and sorrows [what are they but] the fertilising rain? the sunshine blends with every shower, and look! how full and lovely it lies on yonder hill! our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deadly sick. human happiness, like the aloe, is a flower of slow growth. what we must do let us love to do. it is a noble chymistry that turns necessity into pleasure. [sidenote: infancy and infants] . the first smile--what kind of _reason_ it displays. the first smile after sickness. . asleep with the polyanthus held fast in its hand, its bells dropping over the rosy face. . stretching after the stars. . seen asleep by the light of glowworms. . sports of infants; their excessive activity, the means being the end. nature, how lovely a school-mistress!... children at houses of industry. . infant beholding its new-born sister. . kissing itself in the looking-glass. . the lapland infant seeing the sun. . an infant's prayer on its mother's lap. mother directing a baby's hand. (hartley's "love to papa," scrawls pothooks and reads what he meant by them.) . the infants of kings and nobles. ("princess unkissed and foully husbanded!") . the souls of infants, a vision (_vide swedenborg_). . some tales of an infant. . [greek: storgê]. the absurdity of the darwinian system (instanced by) birds and alligators. . the wisdom and graciousness of god in the infancy of the human species--its beauty, long continuance, etc. (children in the wind--hair floating, tossing, a miniature of the agitated trees below which they played. the elder whirling for joy the one in petticoats, a fat baby eddying half-willingly, half by the force of the gust, driven backward, struggling forward--both drunk with the pleasure, both shouting their hymn of joy.) [_letters of s. t. c._, , i. .] . poor william seeking his mother, in love with her picture, and having that union of beauty and filial affection that the virgin mary may be supposed to give. [sidenote: poetry] poetry, like schoolboys, by too frequent and severe correction, may be cowed into dullness! peculiar, not far-fetched; natural, but not obvious; delicate, not affected; dignified, not swelling; fiery, but not mad; rich in imagery, but not loaded with it--in short, a union of harmony and good sense, of perspicuity and conciseness. thought is the body of such an ode, enthusiasm the soul, and imagery the drapery. dr. darwin's poetry is nothing but a succession of landscapes or paintings. it arrests the attention too often, and so prevents the rapidity necessary to pathos. the elder languages were fitter for poetry because they expressed only prominent ideas with clearness, the others but darkly.... poetry gives most pleasure when only generally and not perfectly understood. it was so by me with gray's "bard" and collins' odes. the "bard" once intoxicated me, and now i read it without pleasure. from this cause it is that what i call metaphysical poetry gives me so much delight. [compare _lecture_ vi. - , bell & co., p. ; and _table talk_, oct. , , bell & co., p. .] [sidenote: comparisons and contrasts] poetry which excites us to artificial feelings makes us callous to real ones. the whale is followed by waves. i would glide down the rivulet of quiet life, a trout. australis [southey] may be compared to an ostrich. he cannot fly, but he has such other qualities that he needs it not. mackintosh _intertrudes_ not introduces his beauties. snails of intellect who see only by their feelers. pygmy minds, measuring others by their own standard, cry what a _monster_, when they view a man! our constitution is to some like cheese--the rotten parts they like the best. her eyes sparkled as if they had been cut out of a diamond-quarry in some golconda of fairyland, and cast such meaning glances as would have vitrified the flint in a murderer's blunderbuss. [a task] as difficult as to separate two dew-drops blended together on a bosom of a new-blown rose. i discovered unprovoked malice in his hard heart, like a huge toad in the centre of a marble rock. men anxious for this world are like owls that wake all night to catch mice. at genoa the word _liberty_ is engraved on the chains of the galley slaves and the doors of prisons. gratitude, worse than witchcraft, conjures up the pale, meagre ghosts of dead forgotten kindnesses to haunt and trouble [his memory]. the sot, rolling on his sofa, stretching and yawning, exclaimed, "_utinam hoc esset laborare._" truth still more than justice [is] blind, and needs wisdom for her guide. [sidenote: of things visible and invisible] [a proof of] the severity of the winter--the kingfisher [by] its slow, short flight permitting you to observe all its colours, almost as if it had been a flower. little daisy--very late spring, march. quid si vivat? do all things in faith. _never pluck a flower again!_ mem. [sidenote: may , ] the nightingales in a cluster or little wood of blossomed trees, and a bat wheeling incessantly round and round! the noise of the frogs was not unpleasant, like the humming of spinning wheels in a large manufactory--now and then a distinct sound, sometimes like a duck, and, sometimes, like the shrill notes of sea-fowl. [this note was written one day later than s. t. c.'s last letter from germany, may , .] o heavens! when i think how perishable things, how imperishable thoughts seem to be! for what is forgetfulness? renew the state of affection or bodily feeling [so as to be the] same or similar, sometimes dimly similar, and, instantly, the trains of forgotten thoughts rise from their living catacombs! [sidenote:[sockburn] october ] few moments in life are so interesting as those of our affectionate reception from a stranger who is the dear friend of your dear friend! how often you have been the subject of conversation, and how affectionately! [the note commemorates his first introduction to mary and sarah hutchinson.] [sidenote: friday evening, nov, , ] the immoveableness of all things through which so many men were moving--a harsh contrast compared with the universal motion, the harmonious system of motions in the country, and everywhere in nature. in the dim light london appeared to be a huge place of sepulchres through which hosts of spirits were gliding. ridicule the rage for quotations by quoting from "my baby's handkerchief." analyse the causes that the ludicrous weakens memory, and laughter, mechanically, makes it difficult to remember a good story. sara sent twice for the measure of george's[a] neck. he wondered that sara should be such a fool, as she might have measured william's or coleridge's--as "all poets' throttles were of one size." hazlitt, the painter, told me that a picture never looked so well as when the pallet was by the side of it. association, with the glow of production. mr. j. cairns, in the _gentleman's diary_ for , supposes that the nazarites, who, under the law of moses, had their heads [shaved] must have used some sort of wigs! slanting pillars of misty light moved along under the sun hid by clouds. leaves of trees upturned by the stirring wind in twilight--an image of paleness, wan affright. a child scolding a flower in the words in which he had been himself scolded and whipped, is poetry--passion past with pleasure. [sidenote: july , ] poor fellow at a distance--idle? in this hay-time when wages are so high? [we] come near [and] then [see that he is] pale, can scarce speak or throw out his fishing rod. [this incident is fully described by wordsworth in the last of the four poems on "naming of places." --_poetical works of w. wordsworth_, , p. .] [sidenote: september , [ ]] the beards of thistle and dandelions flying about the lonely mountains like life--and i saw them through the trees skimming the lake like swallows. ["and, in our vacant mood, not seldom did we stop to watch some tuft of dandelion seed or thistle's beard, that skimmed the surface of the dead calm lake, suddenly halting now--a lifeless stand! and starting off again with freak as sudden; in all its sportive wanderings, all the while, making report of an invisible breeze that was its wings, its chariot and its horse, its playmate, rather say, its moving soul." _ibid._ p. .] luther--a hero, fettered, indeed, with prejudices--but with those very fetters he would knock out the brains of a modern _fort esprit_. _comment._ frightening by his prejudices, as a spirit does by clanking his chains. not only words, as far as relates to speaking, but the knowledge of words as distinct component parts, which we learn by learning to read--what an immense effect it must have on our reasoning faculties! logical in opposition to real. [sidenote: - ] children, in making new words, always do it analogously. explain this. hot-headed men confuse, your cool-headed gentry jumble. the man of warm feelings only produces order and true connection. in what a jumble m. and h. write, every third paragraph beginning with "let us now return," or "we come now to the consideration of such a thing"--that is, what _i said_ i _would_ come to in the contents prefixed to the chapter. [sidenote: dec. , ] the thin scattered rain-clouds were scudding along the sky; above them, with a visible interspace, the crescent moon hung, and partook not of the motion; her own hazy light filled up the concave, as if it had been painted and the colours had run. "he to whom all things are one, who draweth all things to one, and seeth all things in one, may enjoy true peace of mind and rest of spirit."--jeremy taylor's _via pacis_. to each reproach that thunders from without may remorse groan an echo. a prison without ransom, anguish without patience, a sick bed in the house of contempt. to _think_ of a thing is different from to _perceive_ it, as "to walk" is from to "feel the ground under you;" perhaps in the same way too--namely, a succession of perceptions accompanied by a sense of _nisus_ and purpose. space, is it merely another word for the perception of a capability of additional magnitude, or does this very perception presuppose the idea of space? the latter is kant's opinion. a babe who had never known greater cruelty than that of being snatched away by its mother for half a moment from the breast in order to be kissed. to attempt to subordinate the idea of time to that of likeness. every man asks _how_? this power to instruct is the true substratum of philosophy. godwin's philosophy is contained in these words: _rationem defectus esse defectum rationis_.--hobbes. hartley just able to speak a few words, making a fire-place of stones, with stones for fire--four stones for the fire-place, two for the fire--seems to illustrate a theory of language, the use of arbitrary symbols in imagination. hartley walked remarkably soon and, therefore, learnt to talk remarkably late. anti-optimism! praised be our maker, and to the honour of human nature is it, that we may truly call this an inhuman opinion. man strives after good. materialists unwilling to admit the mysterious element of our nature make it all mysterious--nothing mysterious in nerves, eyes, &c., but that nerves think, etc.! stir up the sediment into the transparent water, and so make all opaque. [sidenote: - ] as we recede from anthropomorphism we must go either to the trinity or pantheism. the fathers who were unitarians were anthropomorphites. [sidenote: egotism january ] empirics are boastful and egotists because they introduce real or apparent novelty, which excites great opposition, [while] personal opposition creates re-action (which is of course a consciousness of power) associated with the person re-acting. paracelsus was a boaster, it is true; so were the french jacobins, and wolff, though not a boaster, was persecuted into a habit of egotism in his philosophical writings; so dr. john brown, and milton in his prose works; and those, in similar circumstances, who, from prudence, abstain from egotism in their writings are still egotists among their friends. it would be unnatural effort not to be so, and egotism in such cases is by no means offensive to a kind and discerning man. some flatter themselves that they abhor egotism, and do not suffer it to appear _primâ facie_, either in their writings or conversation, however much and however personally they or their opinions have been opposed. what now? observe, watch those men; their habits of feeling and thinking are made up of _contempt_, which is the concentrated vinegar of egotism--it is _lætitia mixta cum odio_, a notion of the weakness of another conjoined with a notion of our own comparative strength, though that weakness is still strong enough to be troublesome to us, though not formidable. "--and the deep power of joy we see into the life of things." [sidenote: the ego] by deep feeling we make our _ideas dim_, and this is what we mean by our life, ourselves. i think of the wall--it is before me a distinct image. here i necessarily think of the _idea_ and the thinking _i_ as two distinct and opposite things. now let me think of _myself_, of the thinking being. the idea becomes dim, whatever it be--so dim that i know not what it is; but the feeling is deep and steady, and this i call _i_--identifying the percipient and the perceived. "o thou! whose fancies from afar are brought." [sidenote: march , , tuesday] [sidenote: - ] hartley, looking out of my study window, fixed his eyes steadily and for some time on the opposite prospect and said, "will yon mountains _always_ be?" i shewed him the whole magnificent prospect in a looking-glass, and held it up, so that the whole was like a canopy or ceiling over his head, and he struggled to express himself concerning the difference between the thing and the image almost with convulsive effort. i never before saw such an abstract of _thinking_ as a pure act and energy--of thinking as distinguished from thought. [sidenote: giordano bruno] monday, april , and tuesday, read two works of giordano bruno, with one title-page: _jordani bruni nolani de monade, numero et figurâ liber consequens. quinque de minimo, magno et mensurâ. item. de innumerabilibus immenso, et infigurabili seu de universo et mundis libri octo. francofurti, apud joan. wechelum et petrum fischerum consortes_, . then follows the dedication, then the index of contents of the whole volume, at the end of which index is a latin ode, conceived with great dignity and grandeur of thought. then the work _de monade, numero et figurâ, secretioris nempe physicæ, mathematicæ, et metaphysicæ elementa_ commences, which, as well as the eight books _de innumerabili_, &c., is a poem in latin hexameters, divided (each book) into chapters, and to each chapter is affixed a prose commentary. if the five books _de minimo_, &c., to which this book is consequent are of the same character, i lost nothing in not having it. as to the work _de monade_, it was far too numerical, lineal and pythagorean for my comprehension. it read very much like thomas taylor and proclus, &c. i by no means think it certain that there is no meaning in these works. nor do i presume even to suppose that the meaning is of no value (till i understand a man's ignorance i presume myself ignorant of his understanding), but it is for others, at present, not for me. sir p. sidney and fulk greville shut the doors at their philosophical conferences with bruno. if his conversation resembled this book, i should have thought he would have talked with a trumpet. the poems and commentaries, in the _de immenso et innumerabili_ are of a different character. the commentary is a very sublime enunciation of the dignity of the human soul, according to the principles of plato. [here follows the passage, "_anima sapiens ----ubique totus_," quoted in _the friend_ (_coleridge's works_, ii. ), together with a brief _résumé_ of bruno's other works. see, too, _biographia literaria_, chapter ix. (_coleridge's works_, iii. ).] [sidenote: observations and reflections] the spring with the little tiny cone of loose sand ever rising and sinking at the bottom, but its surface without a wrinkle. [sidenote: monday, september , ] northern lights remarkably fine--chiefly a purple-blue--in shooting pyramids, moved from over bassenthwaite behind skiddaw. derwent's birthday, one year old. [sidenote: september , ] observed the great half moon setting behind the mountain ridge, and watched the shapes its various segments presented as it slowly sunk--first the foot of a boot, all but the heel--then a little pyramid [py]--then a star of the first magnitude--indeed, it was not distinguishable from the evening star at its largest--then rapidly a smaller, a small, a very small star--and, as it diminished in size, so it grew paler in tint. and now where is it? unseen--but a little fleecy cloud hangs above the mountain ridge, and is rich in amber light. i do not wish you to act from those truths. no! still and always act from your feelings; but only meditate often on these truths, that sometime or other they may become your feelings. the state should be to the religions under its protection as a well-drawn picture, equally eyeing all in the room. quære, whether or no too great definiteness of terms in any language may not consume too much of the vital and idea-creating force in distinct, clear, full-made images, and so prevent originality. for original might be distinguished from positive thought. the thing that causes _in_stability in a particular state, of itself causes stability. for instance, wet soap slips off the ledge--detain it till it dries a little, and it _sticks_. is there anything in the idea that citizens are fonder of good eating and rustics of strong drink--the one from the rarity of all such things, the other from the uniformity of his life? [sidenote: october , ] [sidenote: - ] on the greta, over the bridge by mr. edmundson's father-in-law, the ashes--their leaves of that light yellow which autumn gives them, cast a reflection on the river like a painter's sunshine. [sidenote: october , ] my birthday. the snow fell on skiddaw and grysdale pike for the first time. [a life-long mistake. he was born october , .] [sidenote: tuesday evening, / past , october , ] all the mountains black and tremendously obscure, except swinside. at this time i saw, one after the other, nearly in the same place, two perfect moon-rainbows, the one foot in the field below my garden, the other in the field nearest but two to the church. it was grey-moonlight-mist-colour. friday morning, mary hutchinson arrives. the art in a great man, and of evidently superior faculties, to be often _obliged_ to people, often his inferiors--in this way the enthusiasm of affection may be excited. pity where we can help and our help is accepted with gratitude, conjoined with admiration, breeds an enthusiastic affection. the same pity conjoined with admiration, where neither our help is accepted nor efficient, breeds dyspathy and fear. _nota bene_ to make a detailed comparison, in the manner of jeremy taylor, between the searching for the first cause of a thing and the seeking the fountains of the nile--so many streams, each with its particular fountain--and, at last, it all comes to a name! the soul a mummy embalmed by hope in the catacombs. to write a _series_ of love poems truly sapphic, save that they shall have a large interfusion of moral sentiment and calm imagery--love in all the moods of mind, philosophic, fantastic--in moods of high enthusiasm, of simple feeling, of mysticism, of religion--comprise in it all the practice and all the philosophy of love! [greek: ho myrionous]--hyperbole from naucratius' panegyric of theodoras chersites. shakspere, _item_, [greek: ho pollostos kai polyeidês tê poikilostrophô sophia. ho megalophrônotatos tês alêtheias kêryx.]--lord bacon. [compare _biographia literaria_, cap. xv., "our myriad-minded shakspere" and _footnote_. [greek: anêr myrionous] a phrase which i have borrowed from a greek monk, who applies it to a patriarch of constantinople. i might have said that i have reclaimed rather than borrowed it; for it seems to belong to shakspere, _de jure singulari, et ex privilegio naturæ. coleridge's works_, iii. .] footnotes: [footnote a: presumably george dyer.] chapter ii _ - _ "in a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds, and dreaming hears thee still, o singing lark, that singest like an angel in the clouds!" s. t .c. [sidenote: thoughts and fancies] no one can leap over his own shadow, but poets leap over death. the old world begins a new year. that is _ours_, but this is from god. we may think of time as threefold. slowly comes the future, swift the present passes by, but the past is unmoveable. no impatience will quicken the loiterer, no terror, no delight rein in the flyer, and no regret set in motion the stationary. wouldst be happy, take the delayer for thy counsellor; do not choose the flyer for thy friend, nor the ever-remainer for thine enemy. [sidenote: limbo] vastum, incultum, solitudo mera, et incrinitissima nuditas. [_crinitus_, covered with hair, is to be found in cicero, _nuditas_ in quintilian, but _incrinitissima_ is, probably, coleridgian latinity.] [an old man gloating over his past vices may be compared to the] devil at the very end of hell, warming himself at the reflection of the fire in the ice. dimness of vision, mist, &c., magnify the powers of sight, numbness adds to those of touch. a numb limb seems twice its real size. take away from sounds the sense of outness, and what a horrible disease would every minute become! a drive over a pavement would be exquisite torture. what, then, is sympathy if the feelings be not disclosed? an inward reverberation of the stifled cry of distress. metaphysics make all one's thoughts equally corrosive on the body, by inducing a habit of making momently and common thought the subject of uncommon interest and intellectual energy. a kind-hearted man who is obliged to give a refusal or the like which will inflict great pain, finds a relief in doing it roughly and fiercely. explain this and use it in christabel. the unspeakable comfort to a good man's mind, nay, even to a criminal, to be _understood_--to have some one that understands one--and who does not feel that, on earth, no one does? the hope of this, always more or less disappointed, gives the passion to friendship. [sidenote: october, ] hartley, at mr. clarkson's, sent for a candle. the _seems_ made him miserable. "what do you mean, my love?" "the seems, the seems. what seems to be and is not, men and faces, and i do not [know] what, ugly, and sometimes pretty, and these turn ugly, and they seem when my eyes are open and worse when they are shut--and the candle cures the _seems_." great injury has resulted from the supposed incompatibility of one talent with another, judgment with imagination and taste, good sense with strong feeling, &c. if it be false, as assuredly it is, the opinion has deprived us of a test which every man might apply. [hence] locke's opinions of blackmore, hume's of milton and shakspere. [sidenote: october , ] i began to look through swift's works. first volume, containing "tale of a tub," wanting. second volume--the sermon on the trinity, rank socinianism, _purus putus socinianism_, while the author rails against the socinians for monsters. the first sight of green fields with the numberless nodding gold cups, and the winding river with alders on its banks, affected me, coming out of a city confinement, with the sweetness and power of a sudden strain of music. mem. to end my preface with "in short, speaking to the poets of the age, '_primus vestrûm non sum, neque imus_.' i am none of the best, i am none of the meanest of you."--burton. "et pour moi, le bonheur n'a commencé que lorsque je l'ai eu perdu. je mettrais volontiers sur la porte du paradis le vers que le dante a mis sur celle de l'enfer. 'lasciate ogni speranza voi ch' entrate.'" were i achilles, i would have had my leg cut off, and have got rid of my vulnerable heel. in natural objects we feel ourselves, or think of ourselves, only by _likenesses_--among men, too often by _differences_. hence the soothing, love-kindling effect of rural nature--the bad passions of human societies. and why is difference linked with hatred? [sidenote: transcripts from my velvet-paper pocket-books] regular post--its influence on the general literature of the country; turns two-thirds of the nation into writers. socinianism, moonlight; methodism, a stove. o for some sun to unite heat and light! [sidenote: nov. , ] i intend to examine minutely the nature, cause, birth and growth of the verbal imagination, in the possession of which barrow excels almost every other writer of prose. [sidenote: sunday, december ] remember the pear trees in the lovely vale of teme. every season nature converts me from some unloving heresy, and will make a catholic of me at last. a fine and apposite quotation, or a good story, so far from promoting, are wont to _damp_ the easy commerce of sensible chit-chat. we imagine ourselves discoverers, and that we have struck a light, when, in reality, at most, we have but snuffed a candle. a thief in the candle, consuming in a blaze the tallow belonging to the wick which has sunk out of sight, is an apt simile for a plagiarist from a dead author. an author with a new play which has been hissed off the stage is not unlike a boy who has launched on a pond a ship of his own making, and tries to prove to his schoolfellows that it _ought_ to have sailed. repose after agitation is like the pool under a waterfall, which the waterfall has made. something inherently mean in action! even the creation of the universe disturbs my idea of the almighty's greatness--would do so but that i perceive that thought with him creates. the great federal republic of the universe. t. wedgwood's objection to my "things and thoughts," because "thought always implies an act or _nisus_ of mind" is not well founded. a thought and thoughts are quite different words from thought, as a fancy from fancy, a work from work, a life from life, a force and forces from force, a feeling, a writing [from feelings, writings.] [sidenote: may , ] to _fall_ asleep. is not a real _event_ in the body well represented by this phrase? is it in _excess_ when on first _dropping_ asleep we _fall_ down precipices, or sink down, all things sinking beneath us, or drop down? is there not a disease from deficiency of this critical sensation when people imagine that they have been awake all night, and actually lie dreaming, expecting and wishing for the critical sensation? [compare the phrase, "precipices of distempered sleep," in the sonnet, "no more my visionary soul shall dwell," attributed by southey to favell.--_life and corresp._ of r. southey, i. .] [sidenote: a treacherous knave] [he] drew out the secrets from men's hearts as the egyptian enchanters by particular strains of music draw out serpents from their lurking-places. [sidenote: country and town] the rocks and stones put on a vital resemblance and life itself seemed, thereby, to forego its restlessness, to anticipate in its own nature an infinite repose, and to become, as it were, compatible with immoveability. bright reflections, in the canal, of the blue and green vitriol bottles in the druggists' shops in london. a curious, and more than curious, fact, that when the country does not benefit, it depraves. hence the violent, vindictive passions and the outrageous and dark and wild cruelties of very many country folk. [on the other hand] the continual sight of human faces and human houses, as in china, emasculates [and degrades.] [sidenote: monday night, june , ] "he who cannot wait for his reward has, in reality, not earned it." these words i uttered in a dream, in which a lecture i was giving--a very profound one, as i thought--was not listened to, but i was quizzed. [sidenote: tuesday night, july , ] intensely hot day; left off a waistcoat and for yarn wore silk stockings. before nine o'clock, had unpleasant chillness; heard a noise which i thought derwent's in sleep, listened, and found it was a calf bellowing. instantly came on my mind that night i slept out at ottery, and the calf in the field across the river whose lowing so deeply impressed me. chill + child and calf-lowing--probably the rivers greta and otter. [_letters of s.t.c._, , i. , _note_.] [sidenote: october, ] a smile, as foreign or alien to, as detached from the gloom of the countenance, as i have seen a small spot of light travel slowly and sadly along the mountain's breast, when all beside has been dark with the storm. [sidenote: a principle of criticism.] never to lose an opportunity of reasoning against the head-dimming, heart-damping principle of judging a work by its defects, not its beauties. every work must have the former--we know it _a priori_--but every work has not the latter, and he, therefore, who discovers them, tells you something that you could not with certainty, or even with probability, have anticipated. [sidenote: wordsworth and the prelude] i am sincerely glad that he has bidden farewell to all small poems, and is devoting himself to his great work, grandly imprisoning, while it deifies, his attention and feelings within the sacred circle and temple-walls of great objects and elevated conceptions. in those little poems, his own corrections coming of necessity so often--at the end of every fourteen or twenty lines, or whatever the poem might chance to be--wore him out; difference of opinion with his best friends irritated him, and he wrote, at times, too much with a sectarian spirit, in a sort of bravado. but now he is at the helm of a noble bark; now he sails right onward; it is all open ocean and a steady breeze, and he drives before it, unfretted by short tacks, reefing and unreefing the sails, hauling and disentangling the ropes. his only disease is the having been out of his element; his return to it is food to famine; it is both the specific remedy and the condition of health. [sidenote: the incommunicable] without drawing, i feel myself but half invested with language. music, too, is wanting to me. but yet, though one should unite poetry, draftsman's skill, and music, the greater and, perhaps, nobler, certainly _all_ the subtler, parts of one's nature must be _solitary_. man exists herein to himself and to god alone--yea! in how much only to god! how much lies _below_ his own consciousness! the tree or sea-weed like appearance of the side of the mountain, all white with snow, made by little bits of snow loosened. introduce this and the stones leaping rabbit-like down on my sopha of sods. [_vide_ p. .] the sunny mist, the luminous gloom of plato. [sidenote: time an element of grief] nothing affects me much at the moment it happens. it either stupefies me, and i, perhaps, look at a merry-make and dance-the-hay of flies, or listen entirely to the loud click of the great clock, or i am simply indifferent, not without some sense of philosophical self-complacency. for a thing at the moment is but a thing of the moment; it must be taken up into the mind, diffuse itself through the whole multitude of shapes and thoughts, not one of which it leaves untinged, between [not one of] which and it some new thought is not engendered. now this is a work of time, but the body feels it quicker with me. [sidenote: the poet and the spider] on st. herbert's island, i saw a large spider with most beautiful legs, floating in the air on his back by a single thread which he was spinning out, and still, as he spun, heaving on the air, as if the air beneath was a pavement elastic to his strokes. from the top of a very high tree he had spun his line; at length reached the bottom, tied his thread round a piece of grass, and reascended to spin another--a net to hang, as a fisherman's sea-net hangs, in the sun and wind to dry. [sidenote: the communicable] one excellent use of communication of sorrow to a friend is this, that in relating what ails us, we ourselves first know exactly what the real grief is, and see it for itself in its own form and limits. unspoken grief is a misty medley of which the real affliction only plays the first fiddle, blows the horn to a scattered mob of obscure feelings. perhaps, at certain moments, a single, almost insignificant sorrow may, by association, bring together all the little relicts of pain and discomfort, bodily and mental, that we have endured even from infancy. [sidenote: noscitur a sociis] one may best judge of men by their pleasures. who has not known men who have passed the day in honourable toil with honour and ability, and at night sought the vilest pleasure in the vilest society? this is the man's self. the other is a trick learnt by heart (for we may even learn the power of extemporaneous elocution and instant action as an automatic trick); but a man's pleasures--children, books, friends, nature, the muse--o these deceive not. [sidenote: temperament and morals october, ] even among good and sensible men, how common it is that one attaches himself scrupulously to the rigid performance of some minor virtue or makes a point of carrying some virtue into all its minutiæ, and is just as lax in a similar point, _professedly_ lax. what this is depends, seemingly, on temperament. _a_ makes no conscience of a little flattery in cases where he is certain that he is not acting from base or interested motives--in short, whenever his only motives are the amusement, the momentary pleasure given, &c., a medley of good nature, diseased proneness to sympathy, and a habit of _being wiser_ behind the curtain than his own actions before it. _b_ would die rather than deviate from truth and sincerity in this instance, but permits himself to utter, nay, publish the harshest censure of men as moralists and as literati, and that, too, on his simple _ipse dixit_, without assigning any reason, and often without having any, save that he himself _believes_ it--believes it because he _dislikes_ the man, and dislikes him probably for his looks, or, at best, for some one fault without any collation of the sum total of the man's qualities. yet _a_ and _b_ are both good men, as the world goes. they do not act from conscious self-love, and are amenable to principles in their own minds. [sidenote: bright october october , , friday morning] a drizzling rain. heavy masses of shapeless vapour upon the mountains (o the perpetual forms of borrowdale!) yet it is no unbroken tale of dull sadness. slanting pillars travel across the lake at long intervals, the vaporous mass whitens in large stains of light--on the lakeward ridge of that huge arm-chair of lodore fell a gleam of softest light, that brought out the rich hues of the late autumn. the woody castle crag between me and lodore is a rich flower-garden of colours--the brightest yellows with the deepest crimsons and the infinite shades of brown and green, the _infinite_ diversity of which blends the whole, so that the brighter colours seem to be colours upon a ground, not coloured things. little woolpacks of white bright vapour rest on different summits and declivities. the vale is narrowed by the mist and cloud, yet through the wall of mist you can see into a bower of sunny light, in borrowdale; the birds are singing in the tender rain, as if it were the rain of april, and the decaying foliage were flowers and blossoms. the pillar of smoke from the chimney rises up in the mist, and is just distinguishable from it, and the mountain forms in the gorge of borrowdale consubstantiate with the mist and cloud, even as the pillar'd smoke--a shade deeper and a determinate form. [sidenote: teleology and nature worship a protest october , ] a most unpleasant dispute with wordsworth and hazlitt. i spoke, i fear, too contemptuously; but they spoke so irreverently, so malignantly of the divine wisdom that it overset me. hazlitt, how easily raised to rage and hatred self-projected! but who shall find the force that can drag him up out of the depth into one expression of kindness, into the showing of one gleam of the light of love on his countenance. peace be with him! but _thou_, dearest wordsworth--and what if ray, durham, paley have carried the observation of the aptitude of things too far, too habitually into pedantry? o how many worse pedantries! how few so harmless, with so much efficient good! dear william, pardon pedantry in others, and avoid it in yourself, instead of scoffing and reviling at pedantry in good men and a good cause and _becoming_ a pedant yourself in a bad cause--even by that very act becoming one. but, surely, always to look at the superficies of objects for the purpose of taking delight in their beauty, and sympathy with their real or imagined life, is as deleterious to the health and manhood of intellect as, always to be peering and unravelling contrivance may be to the simplicity of the affection and the grandeur and unity of the imagination. o dearest william! would ray or durham have spoken of god as you spoke of nature? [sidenote: w. h.] hazlitt to the feelings of anger and hatred, phosphorus--it is but to open the cork and it flames--but to love and serviceable friendship, let them, like nebuchadnezzar, heat the furnace with a sevenfold heat, this triune, shadrach, meshach, abed-nego, will shiver in the midst of it. [sidenote: the origin of evil thursday october , ] i sate for my picture [to hazlitt]--heard from southey the "institution of the jesuits," during which some interesting idea occurred to me, and has escaped. i made out, however, the whole business of the origin of evil satisfactorily to my own mind, and forced h. to confess that the metaphysical argument reduced itself to this, why did not infinite power _always exclusively_ produce such beings as in each moment of their duration were infinite? why, in short, did not the almighty create an absolutely infinite number of almighties? the hollowness and impiety of the argument will be felt by considering that, suppose a universal happiness, a perfection of the moral as well as natural world, still the whole objection applies just as forcibly as at this moment. the malignity of the deity (i shudder even at the assumption of this affrightful and satanic language) is manifested in the creation of archangels and cherubs and the whole company of pure intelligences burning in their unquenchable felicity, equally as in the creation of neros and tiberiuses, of stone and leprosy. suppose yourself perfectly happy, yet, according to this argument, you _ought_ to charge god with malignity for having created you--your own life and all its comforts are in the indictment against the creator--for surely even a child would be ashamed to answer, "no! i should still exist, only in that case, instead of being a man, i should be an infinite being." as if the word _i_ here had even the remotest semblance of a meaning. infinitely more absurd than if i should write the fraction / on a slate, then rub it out with my sponge, and write in the same place the integral number , , , and then observe that the former figure was _greatly_ improved by the measure, that _it_ was grown a far finer figure!--conceiting a _change_ where there had been positive substitution. thus, then, it appears that the sole justification of those who, offended by the vice and misery of the created world, as far as we know it, impeach the power and goodness of the almighty, making the proper cause of such vice and misery to have been a defect either of power or goodness--it appears, i say, that their sole justification rests on an argument which has nothing to do with vice and misery, as vice and misery--on an argument which would hold equally good in heaven as in hell--on an argument which it might be demonstrated no human being in a state of happiness could ever have conceived--an argument which a millennium would annihilate, and which yet would hold equally good then as now! but even in point of metaphysic the whole rests at last on the conceivable. now, i appeal to every man's internal consciousness, if he will but sincerely and in brotherly simplicity silence the bustle of argument in his mind and the ungenial feelings that mingle with and fill up the mob, and then ask his own intellect whether, supposing he could conceive the creation of positively infinite and co-equal beings, and whether, supposing this not only possible but real, this has exhausted his notion of _creatability_? whether the intellect, by an unborn and original law of its essence, does not demand of infinite power more than merely infinity of number, infinity of sorts and orders? let him have created this infinity of infinites, still there is space in the imagination for the creation of finites; but instead of these, let him again create infinites; yet still the same space is left, it is no way filled up. i feel, too, that the whole rests on a miserable sophism of applying to an almighty being such words as _all_. why were not _all_ gods? but there is no _all_ in creation. it is composed of infinites, and the imagination, bewildered by heaping infinites on infinites and wearying of demanding increase of number to a number which it conceives already infinite, deserted by images and mocked by words, whose sole substance is the inward sense of difficulty that accompanies all our notions of infinity applied to numbers--turns with delight to distinct images and clear ideas, contemplates a _world_, an harmonious system, where an infinity of kinds subsist each in a multitude of individuals apportionate to its kind in conformity to laws existing in the divine nature, and therefore in the nature of things. we cannot, indeed, _prove_ this in any other way than by finding it as impossible to deny omniform, as eternal, agency to god--by finding it impossible to conceive that an omniscient being should not have a distinct idea of finite beings, or that distinct ideas in the mind of god should be without the perfection of real existence, that is, imperfect. but this is a proof subtle indeed, yet not more so than the difficulty. the intellect that can start the one can understand the other, if his vices do not prevent him. admit for a moment that "conceive" is equivalent to creation in the divine nature, synonymous with "to beget" (a feeling of which has given to marriage a mysterious sanctity and sacramental significance in the mind of many great and good men)--admit this, and all difficulty ceases, all tumult is hushed, all is clear and beautiful. we sit in the dark, but each by the side of his little fire, in his own group, and lo! the summit of the distant mountain is smitten with light. all night long it has dwelt there, and we look at it and know that the sun is not extinguished, that he is elsewhere bright and vivifying, that he is coming to us, to make our fires needless; yet, even now, that our cold and darkness are so called only in comparison with the heat and light of the coming day, never wholly deserted of the rays. this i wrote on friday morning, forty minutes past three o'clock, the sky covered with one cloud that yet lies in dark and light shades, and though one smooth cloud, by the dark colour, it appears to be _steppy_. [sidenote: a dream and a parenthesis friday morning, o'clock] dozing, dreamt of hartley as at his christening--how, as he was asked who redeemed him, and was to say, "god the son," he went on humming and hawing in one hum and haw (like a boy who knows a thing and will not make the effort to recollect) so as to irritate me greatly. awakening gradually, i was able completely to detect that it was the ticking of my watch, which lay in the pen-place in my desk, on the round table close by my ear, and which, in the diseased state of my nerves, had fretted on my ears. i caught the fact while hartley's face and moving lips were yet before my eyes, and his hum and haw and the ticking of the watch were each the other, as often happens in the passing off of sleep--that curious modification of ideas by each other which is the element of _bulls_. i arose instantly and wrote it down. it is now ten minutes past five. to return to the question of evil--woe to the man to whom it is an uninteresting question, though many a mind over-wearied by it may shun it with dread. and here--n.b.--scourge with deserved and lofty scorn those critics who laugh at the discussion of old questions: god, right and wrong, necessity and arbitrement, evil, &c. no! forsooth, the question must be _new, spicy hot_ gingerbread, from a french constitution to a balloon, change of ministry, or, which had the best of it in the parliamentary duel, wyndham or sheridan? or, at the best, a chymical thing [or] whether the new celestial bodies shall be called planets or asteroids--something new [it must be], something out of themselves--for whatever is _in_ them is deep within them--must be old as elementary nature [but] to find no contradiction in the union of old and novel--to contemplate the ancient of days with feelings new as if they _then_ sprang forth at his own fiat--this marks the mind that feels the riddle of the world, and may help to unravel it. but to return to the question. the whole rests on the sophism of imaginary change in a case of positive substitution. this, i fully believe, settles the question. the assertion that there is in the essence of the divine nature a necessity of omniform harmonious action, and that order and system (not number--in itself base, disorderly and irrational) define the creative energy, determine and employ it, and that number is subservient to order, regulated, organised, made beautiful and rational, an object both of imagination and intellect by order--this is no mere assertion, it is strictly in harmony with the fact. for the world appears so, and it is proved by whatever proves the being of god. indeed, it is involved in the idea of god. [sidenote: the aim of his metaphysic] what is it that i employ my metaphysics on? to perplex our clearest notions and living moral instincts? to extinguish the light of love and of conscience, to put out the life of arbitrement, to make myself and others _worthless, soulless, godless_? no, to expose the folly and the legerdemain of those who have thus abused the blessed organ of language, to support all old and venerable truths, to support, to kindle, to project, to make the reason spread light over our feelings, to make our feelings diffuse vital warmth through our reason--these are my objects and these my subjects. is this the metaphysic that bad spirits in hell delight in? [sidenote: in the visions of the night nov. , , wednesday morning, minutes past o'clock] the voice of the greta and the cock-crowing. the voice seems to grow like a flower on or about the water beyond the bridge, while the cock-crowing is nowhere particular--it is at any place i imagine and do not distinctly see. a most remarkable sky! the moon, now waned to a perfect ostrich egg, hangs over our house almost, only so much beyond it, garden-ward, that i can see it, holding my head out of the smaller study window. the sky is covered with whitish and with dingy cloudage, thin dingiest scud close under the moon, and one side of it moving, all else moveless; but there are two great breaks of blue sky, the one stretches over our house and away toward castlerigg, and this is speckled and blotched with white cloud; the other hangs over the road, in the line of the road, in the shape of an ellipse or shuttle, i do not know what to call it--this is unspeckled, all blue, three stars in it--more in the former break, all unmoving. the water leaden-white, even as the grey gleam of water is in latest twilight. now while i have been writing this and gazing between-whiles (it is forty minutes past two), the break over the road is swallowed up, and the stars gone; the break over the house is narrowed into a rude circle, and on the edge of its circumference one very bright star. see! already the white mass, thinning at its edge, _fights_ with its brilliance. see! it has bedimmed it, and now it is gone, and the moon is gone. the cock-crowing too has ceased. the greta sounds on for ever. but i hear only the ticking of my watch in the pen-place of my writing-desk and the far lower note of the noise of the fire, perpetual, yet seeming uncertain. it is the low voice of quiet change, of destruction doing its work by little and little. [sidenote: auri sacra fames] o! the impudence of those who dare hold property to be the great binder-up of the affections of the young to the old, &c., and godwin's folly in his book! two brothers in this country fought in the mourning coach, and stood with black eyes and their black clothes all blood over their father's grave. [sidenote: early death november ] poor miss dacre! born with a spinal deformity, that prophesied the early death it occasioned. such are generally gentle and innocent beings. god seems to stamp on their foreheads the seal of death, in sign of appropriation. no evil dares approach the sacred hieroglyphic on this seal of redemption; we on earth interpret early death, but the heavenly spirits, that minister around us, read in it "abiding innocence." something to me delicious in the thought that one who dies a baby presents to the glorified saviour and redeemer that same sweet face of infancy which he blessed when on earth, and sanctified with a kiss, and solemnly pronounced to be the type and sacrament of regeneration. [sidenote: the night side of nature november , wednesday night, min. past ] the town, with lighted windows and noise of the _clogged_ passengers in the streets--sound of the unseen river. mountains scarcely perceivable except by eyes long used to them, and supported by the images of memory flowing in on the impulses of immediate impression. on the sky, black clouds; two or three dim, untwinkling stars, like full stops on damp paper, and large stains and spreads of sullen white, like a tunic of white wool seen here and there through a torn and tattered cloak of black. whence do these stains of white proceed all over the sky, so long after sunset, and from their indifference of place in the sky, seemingly unaffected by the west? [sidenote: november , / past o'clock, morning] awoke, after long struggles, from a persecuting dream. the tale of the dream began in two _images_, in two sons of a nobleman, desperately fond of shooting, brought out by the footman to resign their property, and to be made believe that they had none. they were far too cunning for that, and as they struggled and resisted their cruel wrongers, and my interest for them, i suppose, increased, i became they--the duality vanished--boyer and christ's hospital became concerned; yet, still, the former story was kept up, and i was conjuring him, as he met me in the street, to have pity on a nobleman's orphan, when i was carried up to bed, and was struggling up against some unknown impediment--when a noise of one of the doors awoke me. drizzle; the sky uncouthly marbled with white vapours and large black clouds, their surface of a fine woolly grain, but in the height and key-stone of the arch a round space of sky with dim watery stars, like a friar's crown; the seven stars in the central seen through white vapour that, entirely shapeless, gave a whiteness to the circle of the sky, but stained with exceedingly thin and subtle flakes of black vapour, might be happily said in language of boccace (describing demogorgon, in his _genealogia de gli dei_) to be _vestito d'una pallidezza affumicata_. [sidenote: tuesday night, / after ] the sky covered with stars, the wind up--right opposite my window, over brandelhow, as its centre, and extending from the gorge to whinlatter, an enormous black cloud, exactly in the shape of an egg--this, the only cloud in all the sky, impressed me with a demoniacal grandeur. o for change of weather! [sidenote: sunday morning, nov. , / past ] the sky, in upon grysdale pike and onward to the withop fells, floored with flat, smooth, dark or dingy clouds, elsewhere starry. though seven stars and all the rest in the height of the heaven be dimmed, those in the descent bright and frosty. the river has a loud voice, self-biographer of to-day's rain and thunder-showers. the owls are silent; they have been very musical. all weathers on saturday the twelfth, storm and frost, sunshine, lightning and what not! god be praised, though sleepless, am marvellously bettered, and i take it for granted that the barometer has risen. i have been reading barrow's treatise "on the pope's supremacy," and have made a note on the _l'estrangeism_ of his style whenever his thoughts rendered it possible for the words to be pert, frisky and vulgar--which, luckily, could not be often, from the gravity of his subjects, the solidity and appropriateness of his thoughts, and that habitual geometrical _precision_ of mind which demanded the most _appropriate_ words. he seems to me below south in dignity; at least, south never sinks so low as b. sometimes. [sidenote: an optical illusion] a pretty optical fact occurred this morning. as i was returning from fletcher's, up the back lane and just in sight of the river, i saw, floating high in the air, somewhere over mr. banks', a noble kite. i continued gazing at it for some time, when, turning suddenly round, i saw at an equi-distance on my right, that is, over the middle of our field, a pair of kites floating about. i looked at them for some seconds, when it occurred to me that i had never before seen two kites together, and instantly the vision disappeared. it was neither more nor less than two pair of leaves, each pair on a separate stalk, on a young fruit tree that grew on the other side of the wall, not two yards from my eye. the leaves being alternate, did, when i looked at them as leaves, strikingly resemble wings, and they were the only leaves on the tree. the magnitude was given by the imagined distance, that distance by the former adjustment of the eye, which _remained_ in consequence of the deep impression, the length of time i had been looking at the kite, the pleasure, &c., and [the fact that] a new object [had] impressed itself on the eye. [sidenote: the inward light] in plotinus the system of the quakers is most beautifully expressed in the fifth book of the fifth ennead (he is speaking of "the inward light"): "it is not lawful to enquire from whence it originated, for it neither approached hither, nor again departs from hence to some other place, but it either appears to us, or does not appear. so that we ought not to pursue it as if with a view of discerning its latent original, but to abide in quiet till it suddenly shines upon us, preparing ourselves for the blessed spectacle, like the eye waiting for the rising sun." [sidenote: pars altera mei] my nature requires another nature for its support, and reposes only in another from the necessary indigence of its being. intensely similar yet not the same [must that other be]; or, may i venture to say, the same indeed, but dissimilar, as the same breath sent with the same force, the same pauses, and the same melody pre-imaged in the mind, into the flute and the clarion shall be the same _soul diversely incarnate_. [sidenote: not the beautiful but the good] "all things desire that which is first from a necessity of nature, prophesying, as it were, that they cannot subsist without the energies of that first nature. but beauty is not first, it happens only to intellect, and creates restlessness and seeking; but good, which is present from the beginning and unceasingly to our innate appetite, abides with us even in sleep, and never seizes the mind with astonishment, and requires no peculiar reminiscence to convince us of its presence."--plotinus. this is just and profound, yet perfect beauty being an abstract of good, in and for that particular form excites in me no passion but that of an admiration so quiet as scarcely to admit of the name _passion_, but one that, participating in the same root of soul, does yet spring up with excellences that i have not. to this i am driven by a desire of self-completion with a restless and inextinguishable love. god is not all things, for in this case he would be indigent of all; but all things are god, and eternally indigent of god. and in the original meaning of the word _essence_ as predicable of that concerning which you can say, this is he, or that is he (this or that rather than any other), in this sense of the word essence, i perfectly coincide with the platonists and plotinists that, if we add to the nature of god either essence or intellect or beauty, we deprive him of being the good himself, the only one, the purely and absolutely one. [sidenote: a moon-set friday, nov. , , morning minutes past] after a night of storm and rain, the sky calm and white, by blue vapour thinning into formlessness instead of clouds, the mountains of height covered with snow, the secondary mountains black. the moon descending aslant the [v]^a, through the midst of which the great road winds, set exactly behind whinlatter point, marked a. she being an egg, somewhat uncouthly shaped, perhaps, but an ostrich's egg rather than any other (she is two nights more than a half-moon), she set behind the black point, fitted herself on to it like a cap of fire, then became a crescent, then a mountain of fire in the distance, then the peak itself on fire, one steady flame; then stars of the first, second and third magnitude, and vanishing, upboiled a swell of light, and in the next second the whole sky, which had been _sable blue_ around the yellow moon, whitened and brightened for as large a space as would take the moon half an hour to descend through. [sidenote: the death of adam a dream dec. , ] adam travelling in his old age came to a set of the descendants of cain, ignorant of the origin of the world, and treating him as a madman, killed him. a sort of dream which i had this night. [sidenote: a man's a man for all that] we ought to suspect reasoning founded wholly on the difference of man from man, not on their commonnesses, which are infinitely greater. so i doubt the wisdom of the treatment of sailors and criminals, because it is wholly grounded on their vices, as if the vices formed the whole or major part of their being. [sidenote: a defence of metaphysic] abstruse reasoning is to the inductions of common sense what reaping is to delving. but the implements with which we reap, how are they gained? by delving. besides, what is common sense now was abstract reasoning with earlier ages. [sidenote: a sunset] a beautiful sunset, the sun setting behind newlands across the foot of the lake. the sky is cloudless, save that there is a cloud on skiddaw, one on the highest mountains in borrowdale, some on helvellyn, and that the sun sets in a glorious cloud. these clouds are of various shapes, various colours, and belong to their mountains and have nothing to do with the sky. n.b.--there is something metallic, silver playfully and imperfectly gilt and highly polished, or, rather, something mother-of-pearlish, in the sun-gleams on ice, thin ice. [sidenote: extremes meet] i have repeatedly said that i could make a volume if only i had noted down, as they occurred to my recollection, the instances of the proverb "extremes meet." this night, sunday, december , , half-past eleven, i have determined to devote the last nine pages of my pocket-book to a collection of the same. . the parching air burns frore and cold performs the effect of fire. _paradise lost_, ii. . . insects by their smallness, the mammoth by its hugeness, terrible. . in the foam-islands in a fiercely boiling pool, at the bottom of a waterfall, there is sameness from infinite change. . the excess of humanity and disinterestedness in polite society, the desire not to give pain, for example, not to talk of your own diseases and misfortunes, and to introduce nothing but what will give pleasure, destroy all humanity and disinterestedness, by making it intolerable, through desuetude, to listen to the complaints of our equals, or of any, where the listening does not gratify or excite some vicious pride and sense of superiority. . it is difficult to say whether a perfectly unheard-of subject or a _crambe bis cocta_, if chosen by a man of genius, would excite in the higher degree the sense of novelty. take, as an instance of the latter, the "orestes" of sotheby. . dark with excess of light. . self-absorption and worldly-mindedness (n.b.--the latter a most philosophical word). . the dim intellect sees an absolute oneness, the perfectly clear intellect _knowingly perceives_ it. distinction and plurality lie in the betwixt. . the naked savage and the gymnosophist. . nothing and intensest absolute being. . despotism and ochlocracy. [sidenote: abstruse research] a dirty business! "how," said i, with a great effort to conquer my laziness and a great wish to rest in the generality, "what do you include under the words 'dirty business'"? i note this in order to remember the reluctance the mind has in general to analysis. the soul within the body--can i, any way, compare this to the reflection of the fire seen through my window on the solid wall, seeming, of course, within the solid wall, as deep within as the distance of the fire from the wall. i fear i can make nothing out of it; but why do i always hurry away from any interesting thought to do something uninteresting? as, for instance, when this thought struck me, i turned off my attention suddenly and went to look for the copy of wolff which i had missed. is it a cowardice of all deep feeling, even though pleasurable? or is it laziness? or is it something less obvious than either? is it connected with my epistolary embarrassments? ["the window of my library at keswick is opposite to the fireplace. at the coming on of evening, it was my frequent amusement to watch the image or reflection of the fire that seemed burning in the bushes or between the trees in different parts of the garden."--_the friend._ _coleridge's works_, ii. .] as i was sitting at the foot of my bed, reading with my face downwards, i saw a phantom of my face upon the nightcap which lay just on the middle of my pillow--it was indistinct but of bright colours, and came only as my head bent low. was it the action of the rays of my face upon my eyes? that is, did my eyes see my face, and from the sidelong and faint action of the rays place the image in that situation? but i moved the nightcap and i lost it. [sidenote: dec. , , morning] i have only to shut my eyes to feel how ignorant i am whence these forms and coloured forms, and colours distinguishable beyond what i can distinguish, derive their birth. these varying and infinite co-present colours, what are they? i ask, to what do they belong in my waking remembrance? and almost never receive an answer. only i perceive and know that whatever i change, in any part of me, produces some change in these eye-spectra; as, for instance, if i press my legs or change sides. [sidenote: of streamy association] i will at least make the attempt to explain to myself the origin of moral evil from the streamy nature of association, which thinking curbs and rudders. do not the bad passions in dreams throw light and show of proof upon this hypothesis? if i can but explain those passions i shall gain light, i am sure. a clue! a clue! a hecatomb à la pythagoras, if it unlabyrinth me. [sidenote: december , , o'clock] i note the beautiful luminous shadow of my pencil-point which follows it from the candle, or rather goes before it and illuminates the word i am writing. but, to resume, take in the blessedness of innocent children, the blessedness of sweet sleep, do they or do they not contradict the argument of evil from streamy associations? i hope not, but all is to be thought over and _into_. and what is the height and ideal of mere association? delirium. but how far is this state produced by pain and denaturalisation? and what are these? in short, as far as i can see anything in this total mist, vice is imperfect yet existing volition, giving diseased currents of association, because it yields on all sides and yet _is_--so, too, think of madness! [sidenote: a doubtful experiment] december th, half-past one o'clock, or, rather, saturday morning, december st, put rolled bits of paper, many tiny bits of wick, some tallow, and the soap together. the whole flame, equal in size to half-a-dozen candles, did not give the light of one, and the letters of the book looked by the unsteady flare just as through tears or in dizziness--every line of every letter dislocated into angles, or like the mica in crumbly stones. [sidenote: the psychology of motion] the experiment over leaf illustrates my idea of motion, namely, that it is a presence and absence rapidly alternating, so that the fits of _absence_ exist continuously in the feeling, and the fits of presence _vice versâ_ continuedly in the eye. of course i am speaking of motion psychologically, not physically, what it is in us, not what the supposed mundane cause may be. i believe that what we call _motion_ is our consciousness of motion arising from the interruption of motion, the action of the soul in suffering resistance. free unresisted action, the going forth of the soul, life without consciousness, is, properly, infinite, that is unlimited. for whatever resists limits, and whatever is unresisted is unlimited. this, psychologically speaking, is space, while the sense of resistance or limitation is time, and motion is a synthesis of the two. the closest approach of time to space forms co-existent multitude. [sidenote: recollection and remembrance] there is an important distinction between the memory or reminiscent faculty of sensation which young children seem to possess in so small a degree, from their perpetual desire to have a tale repeated to them, and the memory of words and images which the very same children manifestly possess in an unusual degree, even to sealing-wax accuracy of retention and representation. [sidenote: the ethics of spinoza] if spinoza had left the doctrine of miracles untouched, and had not written so powerfully in support of universal toleration, his ethics would never have brought on him the charge of atheism. his doctrine, in this respect, is truly and severely orthodox, in the reformed church; neither do i know that the church of rome has authoritatively decided between the spinosists and scotists in their great controversy on the nature of the being which creatures possess. [sidenote: a unitarian schoolman] creation is explained by joannes scotus erigena as only a manifestation of the unity of god in forms--_et fit et facit, et creat et creatur_. lib. . p. . p. . a curious and highly-philosophical account of the trinity, and completely unitarian. god is, is wise, and is living. the essence we call father, the wisdom son, the life the holy spirit. and he positively affirms that these three exist only as distinguishable relations--_habitudines_; and he states the whole doctrine to be an invention and condescension of theology to the intellect of man, which must _define_, and consequently _personify_, in order to understand, and must have some phantom of understanding in order to keep alive in the heart the substantial faith. they are _fuel_ to the sacred fire--in the empyrean it may burn without fuel, and they who do so are seraphs. [sidenote: a crowd of thoughts] a fine epitheton of man would be "lord of fire and light." all other creatures whose existence we perceive are mere alms-receivers of both. a company of children driving a hungry, hard-skinned ass out of a corn-field. the ass cannot by such weaklings be driven so hard but he will feed as he goes. such light as lovers love, when the waxing moon steals in behind a black, black cloud, emerging soon enough to make the blush visible which the long kiss had kindled. all notions [remain] hushed in the phantasms of place and time that still escape the finest sieve and most searching winnow of our reason and abstraction. a rosemary tree, large as a timber tree, is a sweet sign of the antiquity and antique manners of the house against which it groweth. "rosemary" (says parkinson, _theatrum botanicum_ [london, ] p. ) "is a herb of as great use with us in these days as any whatsoever, not only for physical but civil purposes--the civil uses, as all know, are at weddings, funerals, &c., to bestow on friends." great harm is done by bad poets in trivialising beautiful expressions and images and associating disgust and indifference with the technical forms of poetry. advantage of public schools. [they teach men to be] content with school praise when they publish. apply this to cottle and j. jennings. religious slang operates better on women than on men. n.b.--why? i will give over--it is not _tanti_! poem. ghost of a mountain--the forms, seizing my body as i passed, became realities--i a ghost, till i had reconquered my substance. the sopha of sods. lack-wit and the clock find him at last in the yorkshire cave, where the waterfall is. [the reference is, no doubt, to wordsworth's "idiot boy," which was composed at nether stowey, in . in a letter addressed to john wilson of june , , wordsworth discusses and discards the use of the word "lackwit" as an equivalent to "idiot." the "sopha of sods" was on latrigg. in her journal for august, , dorothy wordsworth records the making of a seat on windybrow, a part of latrigg. possibly this was the "sopha of sods."--_life of w. wordsworth_, , i. , .] the old stump of the tree, with briar-roses and bramble leaves wreathed round and round--a bramble arch--a foxglove in the centre. the palm, still faithful to forsaken deserts, an emblem of hope. the stedfast rainbow in the fast-moving, fast-hurrying hail-mist! what a congregation of images and feelings, of fantastic permanence amidst the rapid change of tempest--quietness the daughter of storm. [sidenote: "poem on spirit, or on spinoza"] i would make a pilgrimage to the deserts of arabia to find the man who could make me understand how the _one can be many_. eternal, universal mystery! it seems as if it were impossible, yet it _is_, and it is everywhere! it is indeed a contradiction in _terms_, and only in terms. it is the co-presence of feeling and life, limitless by their very essence, with form by its very essence limited, determinable, definite. [sidenote: trans-substantiation] meditate on trans-substantiation! what a conception of a miracle! were one a catholic, what a sublime oration might one not make of it? perpetual, [greek: pan]topical, yet offering no violence to the sense, exercising no domination over the free-will--a miracle always existing, yet perceived only by an act of the free-will--the beautiful fuel of the fire of faith--the fire must be pre-existent or it is not fuel, yet it feeds and supports and is necessary to feed and support the fire that converts it into his own nature. [sidenote: the danger of the mean] errors beget opposite errors, for it is our imperfect nature to run into extremes. but this trite, because ever-recurring, truth is not the whole. alas! those are endangered who have avoided the extremes, as if among the tartars, in opposition to a faction that had unnaturally lengthened their noses into monstrosity, there should arise another who had cut off theirs flat to the face, socinians in physiognomy. the few who retained their noses as nature made them and reason dictated would assuredly be persecuted by the noseless party as adherents of the rhinocerotists or monster-nosed men, which is the case of those [greek: archaspistai] [braves] of the english church, called evangelicals. excess of calvinism produced arminianism, and those not in excess must therefore be calvinists! [sidenote: alas! they had been friends in youth] to a former friend who pleaded how near he formerly had been, how near and close a friend! yes! you were, indeed, near to my heart and native to my soul--a part of my being and its natural, even as the chaff to corn. but since that time, through whose fault i will be mute, i have been thrashed out by the flail of experience. because you have been, therefore, never more can you be a part of the grain. [sidenote: oct. , ave ph[oe]be imperator] the full moon glided behind a black cloud. and what then? and who cared? it was past seven o'clock in the morning. there is a small cloud in the east, not larger than the moon and ten times brighter than she! so passes night, and all her favours vanish in our minds ungrateful! [sidenote: the one and the good] in the chapter on abstract ideas i might introduce the subject by quoting the eighth proposition of proclus' "elements of theology." the whole of religion seems to me to rest on and in the question: the one and the good--are these words or realities? i long to read the schoolmen on the subject. [sidenote: a mortal agony of thought] there are thoughts that seem to give me a power over my own life. i could kill myself by persevering in the thought. mem., to describe as accurately as may be the approximating symptoms. i met something very like this observation where i should least have expected such a coincidence of sentiment, such sympathy with so wild a feeling of mine--in p. of blount's translation of "the spanish rogue," . chapter iii _ _ "home-sickness is no baby-pang."--s. t. c. [sidenote: the undisciplined will] this evening, and indeed all this day, i ought to have been reading and filling the margins of malthus. ["an essay on the principles of population, &c., london," , to. the copy annotated by coleridge is now in the british museum.] i had begun and found it pleasant. why did i neglect it? because i ought not to have done this. the same applies to the reading and writing of letters, essays, etc. surely this is well worth a serious analysis, that, by understanding, i may attempt to heal it. for it is a deep and wide disease in my moral nature, at once elm-and-oak-rooted. is it love of liberty, of spontaneity or what? these all express, but do not explain the fact. [sidenote: tuesday morning, january , ] after i had got into bed last night i said to myself that i had been pompously enunciating as a difficulty, a problem of easy and common solution--viz., that it was the effect of association. from infancy up to manhood, under parents, schoolmasters, inspectors, etc., our pleasures and pleasant self-chosen pursuits (self-chosen because pleasant, and not originally pleasant because self-chosen) have been forcibly interrupted, and dull, unintelligible rudiments, or painful tasks imposed upon us instead. now all duty is felt as a _command_, and every command is of the nature of an offence. duty, therefore, by the law of association being felt as a command from without, would naturally call up the sensation of the pain roused from the commands of parents and schoolmasters. but i awoke this morning at half-past one, and as soon as disease permitted me to think at all, the shallowness and sophistry of this solution flashed upon me at once. i saw that the phenomenon occurred far, far too early: i have observed it in infants of two or three months old, and in hartley i have seen it turned up and layed bare to the unarmed eye of the merest common sense. the fact is that interruption of itself is painful, because and as far as it acts as _disruption_. and thus without any reference to or distinct recollection of my former theory i saw great reason to attribute the effect, wholly, to the streamy nature of the associative faculty, and the more, as it is evident that they labour under this defect who are most reverie-ish and streamy--hartley, for instance, and myself. this seems to me no common corroboration of my former thought or the origin of moral evil in general. [sidenote: cogitare est laborare] a time will come when passiveness will attain the dignity of worthy activity, when men shall be as proud within themselves of having remained in a state of deep tranquil emotion, whether in reading or in hearing or in looking, as they now are in having figured away for an hour. oh! how few can transmute activity of mind into emotion! yet there are as active as the stirring tempest and playful as the may-blossom in a breeze of may, who can yet for hours together remain with _hearts_ broad awake, and the _understanding_ asleep in all but its retentiveness and _receptivity_. yea, and (in) the latter (state of mind) evince as great genius as in the former. [sidenote: a sheaf of anecdotes, sunday morning, feb. , ] i called on charles lamb fully expecting him to be out, and intending all the way, to write to him. i found him at home, and while sitting and talking to him, took the pen and note-paper and began to write. as soon as holcroft heard that mary wollstonecraft was dead, he took a chaise and came with incredible speed to "have mrs. godwin opened for a remarkable woman!" [sidenote: sunday morning, feb. , ] lady beaumont told me that when she was a child, previously to her saying her prayers, she endeavoured to think of a mountain or great river, or something great, in order to raise up her soul and kindle it. rickman has a tale about george dyer and his "ode to the hero race." "your aunt, sir," said george to the man of figures, "your aunt is a very sensible woman. why i read sir, my ode to her and she said that it was a very pretty thing. there are very few women, sir! that possess that fine discrimination, sir!" the huge organ pipe at exeter, larger than the largest at haarlem, at first was dumb. green determined to make it speak, and tried all means in vain, till at last he made a second pipe precisely alike, and placed it at its side. _then_ it spoke. sir george beaumont found great advantage in learning to draw from nature through gauze spectacles. at göttingen, at blumenbach's lectures on psychology, when some anatomical preparations were being handed round, there came in and seated himself by us englishmen a _hospitator_, one, that is, who attends one or two lectures unbidden and unforbidden and gratis, as a stranger, and on a claim, as it were, of hospitality. this _hospes_ was the uncouthest, strangest fish, pretending to human which i ever beheld. i turned to greenough and "who broke his bottle?" i whispered. godwin and holcroft went together to underwood's chambers. "little mr. underwood," said they, "we are perfectly acquainted with the subject of your studies, only ignorant of the particulars. what is the difference between a thermometer and a barometer?" [sidenote: the adolescence of love] it is a pleasure to me to perceive the buddings of virtuous loves, to know their minutes of increase, their stealth and silent growings-- a pretty idea, that of a good soul watching the progress of an attachment from the first glance to the time when the lover himself becomes conscious of it. a poem for my "soother of absence." [sidenote: the rage for monition] to j. tobin, esq., april , . men who habitually enjoy robust health have, too generally, the trick, and a very cruel one it is, of imagining that they discover the secret of all their acquaintances' ill health in some malpractice or other; and, sometimes, by gravely asserting this, here there and everywhere (as who likes his penetration [hid] under a bushel?), they not only do all they can, without intending it, to deprive the poor sufferer of that sympathy which is always a comfort and, in some degree, a support to human nature, but, likewise, too often implant serious alarm and uneasiness in the minds of the person's relatives and his nearest and dearest connections. indeed (but that i have known its inutility, that i should be ridiculously sinning against my own law which i was propounding, and that those who are most fond of advising are the least able to hear advice from others, as the passion to command makes men disobedient) i should often have been on the point of advising you against the two-fold rage of advising and of discussing character, both the one and the other of which infallibly generates presumption and blindness to our own faults. nay! more particularly where, from whatever cause, there exists a slowness to understand or an aptitude to mishear and consequently misunderstand what has been said, it too often renders an otherwise truly good man a mischief-maker to an extent of which he is but little aware. our friends' reputation should be a religion to us, and when it is lightly sacrificed to what self-adulation calls a love of telling the truth (in reality a lust of talking something seasoned with the cayenne and capsicum of personality), depend upon it, something in the heart is warped or warping, more or less according to the greater or lesser power of the counteracting causes. i confess to you, that being exceedingly low and heart-fallen, i should have almost sunk under the operation of reproof and admonition (the whole too, in my conviction, grounded on utter mistake) at the moment i was quitting, perhaps for ever! my dear country and all that makes it so dear--but the high esteem i cherish towards you, and my sense of your integrity and the reality of your attachment and concern blows upon me refreshingly as the sea-breeze on the tropic islander. show me anyone made better by blunt advice, and i may abate of my dislike to it, but i have experienced the good effects of the contrary in wordsworth's conduct to me; and, in poole and others, have witnessed enough of its ill effects to be convinced that it does little else but harm both to the adviser and the advisee. [see _letters of samuel taylor coleridge_, letter cli., ii. , .] [sidenote: places and persons, thursday, april , ] this is spain! that is africa! now, then, i have seen africa! &c., &c. o! the power of names to give interest. when i first sate down, with europe on my left and africa on my right, both distinctly visible, i felt a quickening of the movements in the blood, but still it felt as a pleasure of _amusement_ rather than of thought or elevation; and at the same time, and gradually winning on the other, the nameless silent forms of nature were working in me, like a tender thought in a man who is hailed merrily by some acquaintance in his work, and answers it in the same tone. this is africa! that is europe! there is _division_, sharp boundary, abrupt change! and what are they in nature? two mountain banks that make a noble river of the interfluent sea, not existing and acting with distinctness and manifoldness indeed, but at once and as one--no division, no change, no antithesis! of all men i ever knew, wordsworth himself not excepted, i have the faintest pleasure in things contingent and transitory. i never, except as a forced courtesy of conversation, ask in a stage-coach, whose house is that? nor receive the least additional pleasure when i receive the answer. nay, it goes to a disease in me. as i was gazing at a wall in caernarvon castle, i wished the guide fifty miles off that was telling me, in this chamber the black prince was born (or whoever it was). i am not certain whether i should have seen with any emotion the mulberry-tree of shakspere. if it were a tree of no notice in itself, i am sure that i should feel by an effort--with self-reproach at the dimness of the feeling; if a striking tree, i fear that the pleasure would be diminished rather than increased, that i should have no unity of feeling, and find in the constant association of shakspere having planted it an intrusion that prevented me from wholly (as a whole man) losing myself in the flexures of its branches and intertwining of its roots. no doubt there are times and conceivable circumstances in which the contrary would be true, in which the thought that under this rock by the sea-shore i know that giordano bruno hid himself from the pursuit of the enraged priesthood, and overcome with the power and sublimity of the truths for which they sought his life, thought his life therefore given him that he might bear witness to the truths, and _morti ultra occurrens_, returned and surrendered himself! so, here, on this bank milton used to lie, in late may, when a young man, and familiar with all its primroses, made them yet dearer than their dear selves, by that sweetest line in the lycidas, "and the rathe primrose that forsaken dies:" or from this spot the immortal deer-stealer, on his escape from warwickshire, had the first view of london, and asked himself, and what am i to do there? at certain times, uncalled and sudden, subject to no bidding of my own or others, these thoughts would come upon me like a storm, and fill the place with something more than nature. but these are not contingent or transitory, they are nature, even as the elements are nature--yea, more to the human mind, for the mind has the power of abstracting all agency from the former and considering [them] as mere effects and instruments. but a shakspere, a milton, a bruno, exist in the mind as pure _action_, defecated of all that is material and passive. and the great moments that formed them--it is a kind of impiety against a voice within us, not to regard them as predestined, and therefore things of now, for ever, and which were always. but it degrades the sacred feeling, and is to it what stupid superstition is to enthusiastic religion, when a man makes a pilgrimage to see a great man's shin-bone found unmouldered in his coffin. perhaps the matter stands thus. i could feel amused by these things, and should be, if there had not been connected with the great name upon which the amusement wholly depends a higher and deeper pleasure, that will [not] endure the co-presence of so mean a companion; while the mass of mankind, whether from nature or (as i fervently hope) from error of rearing and the worldliness of their after-pursuits, are rarely susceptible of any other pleasures than those of _amusement_, gratification of curiosity, novelty, surprise, wonderment, from the glaring, the harshly-contrasted, the odd, the accidental, and find the reading of the _paradise lost_ a task somewhat alleviated by a few entertaining incidents, such as the pandemonium and self-endwarfment of the devils, the fool's paradise and the transformation of the infernal court into serpents and of their intended applauses into hisses. ["dear sir walter scott and myself were exact, but harmonious opposites in this--that every old ruin, hill, river or tree called up in his mind a host of historical or biographical associations; whereas, for myself, i believe i should walk over the plain of marathon without taking more interest in it than in any other plain of similar features."--_table talk_, august , , bell & co., , p. .] [sidenote: the intolerance of converts] why do we so very, very often see men pass from one extreme to the other? [greek: stodkardia] [stoddart, for instance]. alas! they sought not the truth, but praise, self-importance, and above all [the sense of] something doing! disappointed, they hate and persecute their former opinion, which no man will do who by meditation had adopted it, and in the course of unfeigned meditation gradually enlarged the circle and so get out of it. for in the perception of its falsehood he will form a perception of certain truths which had made the falsehood plausible, and can never cease to venerate his own sincerity of intention and philalethie. for, perhaps, we never _hate_ any opinion, or can do so, till we have _impersonated_ it. we hate the persons because they oppose us, symbolise that opposition under the form and words of the opinion and then hate the person for the opinion and the opinion for the person. [for some weeks after his arrival at valetta coleridge remained as the guest of dr. john (afterwards sir john) stoddart, at that time h.m. advocate at malta.] [sidenote: facts and fiction] facts! never be weary of discussing and exposing the hollowness of these. [for, in the first place,] every man [is] an accomplice on one side or the other, [and, secondly, there is] _human testimony_. "you were in fault, i hear," said b to c, and b had heard it from a. [now] a had said, "and c, god bless her, was perhaps the innocent occasion"! but what a trifle this to the generality of blunders! [sidenote: candour another name for cant] [i have no pity or patience for that], blindness which comes from putting out your own eyes and in mock humility refusing to form an opinion on the right and the wrong of a question. "if we say so of the sicilians, why may not buonaparte say this of the swiss?" and so forth. as if england and france, swiss and sicilian were the x y z of algebra, naked names of unknown quantities. [what is this but] to fix morals without morality, and [to allow] general rules to supersede all particular thought? and though it be never acted on in reality, yet the opinion is pernicious. it kills public spirit and deadens national effort. [sidenote: a simile] the little point, or, sometimes, minim globe of flame remains on the [newly] lighted taper for three minutes or more unaltered. but, see, it is given over, and then, at once, the flame darts or plunges down into the wick, then up again, and all is bright--a fair cone of flame, with its black column in it, and minor cone, shadow-coloured, resting upon the blue flame the common base of the two cones, that is, of the whole flame. a pretty detailed simile in the manner of j. taylor might be made of this, applying it to slow learners, to opportunities of grace manifestly neglected and seemingly lost and useless. [sidenote: o star benign] monday evening, july , , about o'clock. the glorious evening star coasted the moon, and at length absolutely crested its upper tip.... it was the most singular and at the same time beautiful sight i ever beheld. oh, that it could have appeared the same in england, at grasmere! [sidenote: nefas est ab hoste doceri] in the jacobinism of anti-jacobins, note the dreariest feature of jacobins, a contempt for the institutions of our ancestors and of past wisdom, which has generated cobbetts and contempt of the liberty of the press and of liberty itself. men are not wholly unmodified by the opinion of their fellow-men, even when they happen to be enemies or (still worse) of the opposite faction. [sidenote: the many and the one] i saw in early youth, as in a dream, the birth of the planets; and my eyes beheld as _one_ what the understanding afterwards divided into ( ) the origin of the masses, ( ) the origin of their motions, and ( ) the site or position of their circles and ellipses. all the deviations, too, were seen as one intuition of one the self-same necessity, and this necessity was a law of spirit, and all was spirit. and in matter all beheld the past activity of others or their own--and this reflection, this echo is matter--its only essence, if essence it be. and of this, too, i saw the necessity and understood it, but i understood not how infinite multitude and manifoldness could be one; only i saw and understood that it was yet more out of my power to comprehend how it could be otherwise--and in this unity i worshipped in the depth of knowledge that passes all understanding the being of all things--and in being their sole goodness--and i saw that god is the one, the good--possesses it not, but _is it_. [sidenote: the windmill and its shadow] the visibility of motion at a great distance is increased by all that increases the the distinct visibility of the moving object. this saturday, august , , in the room immediately under the tower in st. antonio, as i was musing on the difference, whether ultimate or only of degree, between _auffassen_ and _erkennen_ (an idea received and an idea acquired) i saw on the top of the distant hills a shadow on the sunny ground moving very fast and wave-like, yet always in the same place, which i should have attributed to the windmill close by, but the windmill (which i saw distinctly too) appeared at rest. on steady gazing, however, (and most plainly with my spy-glass) i found that it was not at rest, but that this was its shadow. the windmill itself was white in the sunshine, and there were sunny white clouds at its back, the shadow black on the white ground. [sidenote: syracuse thursday night at the opera, september , ] in reflecting on the cause of the "meeting soul" in music, the seeming recognisance etc., etc., the whole explanation of _memory_ as in the nature of _accord_ struck upon me; accord produces a phantom of memory, because memory is always in accord. [sidenote: oct. , ] philosophy to a few, religion with many, is the friend of poetry, as producing the two conditions of pleasure arising from poetry, namely tranquillity and the attachment of the affections to _generalisations_. god, soul, heaven, the gospel miracles, etc., are a sort of _poetry_ compared with lombard street and change alley speculations. [sidenote: a serious memorandum syracuse, saturday, oct. , ] in company, indeed, with all except a very chosen few, never dissent from anyone as to the _merits_ of another, especially in your own supposed department, but content yourself with praising, in your turn; the really good praises of the unworthy are felt by a good man, and man of genius as detractions from the worthy, and robberies--so the _flashy_ moderns seem to _rob_ the ancients of the honours due to them, and bacon and harrington are _not_ read because hume and condillac _are_. this is an evil; but oppose it, if at all, in books in which you can evolve the whole of your reasons and feeling, not in conversation when it will be inevitably attributed to envy. besides, they who praise the unworthy must be the injudicious: and the eulogies of critics without taste or judgment are the natural pay of authors without feeling or genius--and why rob them? _sint unicuique sua præmia._ coleridge! coleridge! will you never learn to appropriate your conversation to your company! is it not desecration, indelicacy, and a proof of great weakness and even vanity to talk to, etc. etc., as if you [were talking to] wordsworth or sir g. beaumont? [sidenote: "cast not your pearls before swine"] [sidenote: oct. , syracuse, lecky's, midnight] o young man, who hast seen, felt and known the truth, to whom reality is a phantom and virtue and mind the sole actual and permanent being, do not degrade the truth in thee by disputing. avoid it! do not by any persuasion be tempted to it! surely not by vanity or the weakness of the pleasure of communicating thy thoughts and awaking sympathy, but not even by the always mixed hope of producing conviction. this is not the mode, this is not the time, not the place. [truth will be better served] by modestly and most truly saying, "your arguments are all consequent, if the foundation be admitted. i do not admit the foundation. but this will be a business for moments of thought, for a sabbath-day of your existence. then, perhaps, a voice from within will say to you, better, because [in a manner] more adapted to you, all i can say. but if i felt this to _be_ that day or that moment, a sacred sympathy would at once compel and inspire me to the task of uttering the very truth. till then i am right willing to bear the character of a mystic, a visionary, or self-important juggler, who nods his head and says, 'i could if i would.' but i cannot, i _may_ not, bear the reproach of profaning the truth which is my life in moments when all passions heterogeneous to it are eclipsing it to the exclusion of its dimmest ray. i might lose my tranquillity, and in acquiring the _passion_ of proselytism lose the _sense_ of conviction. i might become _positive_! now i am _certain_! i might have the heat and fermentation, now i have the warmth of life." [sidenote: the yearning of the finite for the infinite: oct. , , saturday, syracuse] each man having a spark (to use the old metaphor) of the divinity, yet a whole fire-grate of humanity--each, therefore, will legislate for the whole, and spite of the _de gustibus non est disputandum_, even in trifles--and, till corrected by experience, at least, in this endless struggle of presumption, really occasioned by the ever-working spark of the universal, in the disappointments and baffled attempts of each, all are disposed to [admit] the _jus extrinsecum_ of spinoza, and recognise that reason as the highest which may not be understood as the best, but of which the concrete possession is felt to be the strongest. then come society, habit, education, misery, intrigue, oppression, then _revolution_, and the circle begins anew. each man will universalise his notions, and, yet, each is variously finite. to _reconcile_, therefore, is truly the work of the inspired! this is the true _atonement_--that is, to reconcile the struggles of the infinitely various finite with the _permanent_. [sidenote: a measure in self-reproof] do not be too much discouraged, if any virtue _should_ be mixed, in your consciousness, with affectation and imperfect sincerity, and some vanity. disapprove of this, and continue the practice of the good feeling, even though mixed, and it will _gradually_ purify itself. _probatum est_. disapprove, be _ashamed_ of the thought, of its always continuing thus, but do not harshly quarrel with your present self, for all virtue subsists in and by pleasure. s. t. c. sunday evening, october , . but a great deal of this is constitutional. that constitution which predisposes to certain virtues, the [greek: dôron theôn], has this [greek: temenos nemeseôs] in it. it is the dregs of sympathy, and while we are _weak_ and dependent on each other, and each is forced to think often for himself, sympathy will have its dregs, and the strongest, who have least of these, have the dregs of other virtues to strain off. [sidenote: the opera] all the objections to the opera are equally applicable to tragedy and comedy without music, and all proceed on the false principle that theatrical representations are _copies_ of nature, whereas they are imitations. [sidenote: a salve for wounded vanity] when you are harassed, disquieted, and have little dreams of resentment, and mock triumphs in consequence of the clearest perceptions of unkind treatment and strange misconceptions and illogicalities, palpably from bad passion, in any person connected with you, suspect a sympathy in yourself with some of these bad passions--vanity, for instance. though a sense of wounded justice is possible, nay, probably, forms a part of your uneasy feelings, yet this of itself would yield, at the first moment of reflection, to pity for the wretched state of a man too untranquil and perpetually selfish to love anything for itself or without some end of vanity or ambition--who detests all poetry, tosses about in the impotence of desires disproportionate to his powers, and whose whole history of his whole life is a tale of disappointment in circumstances where the hope and pretension was always unwise, often presumptuous and insolent. surely an intuition of this restless and no-end-having mood of mind would at once fill a hearer having no sympathy with these passions with tender melancholy, virtuously mixed with grateful unpharisaic self-complacency. but a patient _almost_, but not quite, recovered from madness, yet on its confines, finds in the notions of madness that which irritates and haunts and makes unhappy. [sidenote: official distrust] malta, friday, nov. , . one of the heart-depressing habits and temptations of men in power, as governors, &c., is to make _instruments_ of their fellow-creatures, and the moment they find a man of honour and talents, instead of loving and esteeming him, they wish to _use him_. hence that self-betraying side-and-down look of cunning; and they justify and inveterate the habit by believing that every individual who approaches has selfish designs on them. [sidenote: for the "soother in absence"] days and weeks and months pass on, and now a year--and the sea, the sea, and the breeze have their influences on me, and [so, too, has the association with] good and sensible men. i feel a pleasure upon me, and i am, to the outward view, cheerful, and have myself no distinct consciousness of the contrary, for i use my faculties, not, indeed, at once, but freely. but, oh! i am never happy, never deeply gladdened. i know not--i have forgotten--what the _joy_ is of which the heart is full, as of a deep and quiet fountain overflowing insensibly, or the gladness of joy, when the fountain overflows ebullient. the most common appearance in wintry weather is that of the sun under a sharp, defined level line of a stormy cloud, that stretches one-third or half round the circle of the horizon, thrice the height of the space that intervenes between it and the horizon, which last is about half again as broad as the sun. [at length] out comes the sun, a mass of brassy light, himself lost and diffused in his [own] strong splendour. compare this with the beautiful summer _set_ of colours without cloud. even in the most tranquil dreams, one is much less a mere spectator [than in reveries or day-dreams]. one seems always about to do, [to be] suffering, or thinking or talking. i do not recollect [in dreams] that state of feeling, so common when awake, of thinking on one subject and looking at another; or [of looking] at a whole prospect, till at last, perhaps, or by intervals, at least, you only look passively at the prospect. [sidenote: multum in parvo] at dresden there is a cherry-stone engraved with eighty-five portraits. christ and the twelve apostles form one group, the table and supper all drawn by the letters of the text--at once portraits and language. this is a universal particular language--roman catholic language with a vengeance. the beautifully _white_ sails of the mediterranean, so carefully, when in port, put up into clean bags; and the interesting circumstance of the spéronara's sailing without a compass--by an obscure sense of time. [sidenote: through doubt to faith] so far from deeming it, in a religious point of view, criminal to spread doubts of god, immortality and virtue (that = ) in the minds of individuals, i seem to see in it a duty--lest men by taking the _words_ for granted never attain the feeling or the true _faith_. they only forbear, that is, even to suspect that the idea is erroneous or the communicators deceivers, but do not _believe_ the idea itself. whereas to _doubt_ has more of faith, nay even to disbelieve, than that blank negation of all such thoughts and feelings which is the lot of the herd of church-and-meeting-trotters. [sidenote: an apology for cottle] the holy ghost, say the harmonists, left all the solecisms, hebraisms, and low judaic prejudices as evidences of the credibility of the apostles. so, too, the theophneusty left cottle his bristolisms, not to take away the credit from him and give it to the muses. [sidenote: for the "soother in absence"] his fine mind met vice and vicious thoughts by accident only, as a poet running through terminations in the heat of composing a rhyme-poem on the purest and best subjects, startles and half-vexedly turns away from a foul or impure word. the gracious promises and sweetnesses and aids of religion are alarming and distressful to a trifling, light, fluttering gay child of fashion and vanity, as its threats and reproaches and warnings--as a little bird which fears as much when you come to give it food as when you come with a desire to kill or imprison it. that is a striking legend of caracciolo and his floating corse, that came to ask the king of naples' pardon. final causes answer to why? not to how? and who ever supposed that they did? o those crinkled, ever-varying circles which the moonlight makes in the not calm, yet not wavy sea! quarantine, malta, saturday, nov. , . [sidenote: the creative power of words and images] hard to express that sense of the analogy or likeness of a thing which enables a symbol to represent it so that we think of the thing itself, yet knowing that the thing is not present to us. surely on this universal fact of words and images depends, by more or less mediations, the imitation, instead of the _copy_ which is illustrated, in very nature shaksperianised--that proteus essence that could assume the very form, but yet known and felt not to be the thing by that difference of the substance which made every atom of the form another thing, that likeness not identity--an exact web, every line of direction miraculously the same, but the one worsted, the other silk. [sidenote: shakspere and malone] rival editors have recourse to necromancy to know from shakspere himself who of them is the fittest to edit and illustrate him. describe the meeting, the ceremonies of conjuration, the appearance of the spirit, the effect on the rival invokers. when they have resumed courage, the arbiter appointed by them asks the question. they listen, malone leaps up while the rest lay their heads at the same instant that the arbiter re-echoes the words of the spirit, "let malone!" the spirit shudders, then exclaims in the dread and angry utterance of the dead, "no! no! let me alone, i said, inexorable boobies!" o that eternal bricker-up of shakspere! registers, memorandum-books--and that bill, jack and harry, tom, walter and gregory, charles, dick and jim, lived at that house, but that nothing more is known of them. but, oh! the importance when half-a-dozen players'-bills can be made to stretch through half-a-hundred or more of pages, though there is not one word in them that by any force can be made either to illustrate the times or life or writings of shakspere, or, indeed, of any time. and, yet, no edition but this gentleman's name _burs_ upon it--_burglossa_ with a vengeance. like the genitive plural of a greek adjective, it is malone, malone, malone, [greek: malôn, malôn, malôn]. [edmund malone's _variorum_ edition of shakspere was published in .] [sidenote: of the frowardness of woman december , ] it is a remark that i have made many times, and many times, i guess, shall repeat, that women are infinitely fonder of clinging to and beating about, hanging upon and keeping up, and reluctantly letting fall any doleful or painful or unpleasant subject, than men of the same class and rank. [sidenote: ne quid nimis] a young man newly arrived in the west indies, who happened to be sitting next to a certain captain reignia, observed by way of introducing a conversation, "it is a very fine day, sir!" "yes, sir," was the abrupt reply, "and be damned to it; it is never otherwise in this damned rascally climate." [sidenote: we ask not whence but what and whither] i addressed a butterfly on a pea-blossom thus, "beautiful psyche, soul of a blossom, that art visiting and hovering o'er thy former friends whom thou hast left!" had i forgot the caterpillar? or did i dream like a mad metaphysician that the caterpillar's hunger for plants was self-love, recollection, and a lust that in its next state refined itself into love? dec. , . [sidenote: analogy] different means to the same end seem to constitute analogy. seeing and touching are analogous senses with respect to magnitude, figure, &c.--they would, and to a certain extent do, supply each other's place. the air-vessels of fish and of insects are analogous to lungs--the end the same, however different the means. no one would say, "lungs are analogous to lungs," and it seems to me either inaccurate or involving some true conception obscurely, when we speak of planets by analogy of ours--for here, knowing nothing but likeness, we presume the difference from the remoteness and difficulty, in the vulgar apprehension, of considering those pin-points as worlds. so, likewise, instead of the phrase "analogy of the past," applied to historical reasoning, nine times out of ten i should say, "by the example of the past." this may appear verbal trifling, but "_animadverte quam sit ab improprietate verborum pronum hominibus prolabi in errores circa res_." in short, analogy always implies a difference in kind and not merely in degree. there is an analogy between dimness and numbness and a certain state of the sense of hearing correspondent to these, which produces confusion with _magnification_, for which we have no name. but between light green and dark green, between a mole and a lynceus, there is a gradation, no analogy. [sidenote: corollary] between beasts and men, when the same actions are performed by both, are the means analogous or different only in degree? that is the question! the sameness of the end and the equal fitness of the means prove no identity of means. i can only read, but understand no arithmetic. yet, by napier's tables or the _house-keepers' almanack_, i may even arrive at the conclusion quicker than a tolerably expert mathematician. yet, still, reading and reckoning are utterly different things. [sidenote: thomas wedgwood and reimarus] in reimarus on _the instincts of animals_, tom wedgwood's ground-principle of the influx of memory on perception is fully and beautifully detailed. ["observations moral and philosophical on the instinct of animals, their industry and their manners," by herman samuel reimarus, was published in . see _biographia literaria_, chapter vi. and _note_, by mrs. h. n. coleridge in the appendix, _coleridge's works_, harper & brothers, iii. , .] [sidenote: hinc illa marginalia] it is often said that books are companions. they are so, dear, very dear companions! but i often, when i read a book that delights me on the whole, feel a pang that the author is not present, that i cannot _object_ to him this and that, express my sympathy and gratitude for this part and mention some facts that self-evidently overset a second, start a doubt about a third, or confirm and carry [on] a fourth thought. at times i become restless, for my nature is very social. [sidenote: corruptio optimi pessima] "well" (says lady ball), "the catholic religion is better than none." why, to be sure, it is called a religion, but the question is, is it a religion? sugar of lead! better than no sugar! put oil of vitriol into my salad--well, better than no oil at all! or a fellow vends a poison under the name of james' powders--well, we must get the best we can--better that than none! so did not our noble ancestors reason or feel, or we should now be slaves and even as the sicilians are at this day, or worse, for even they have been made less foolish, in spite of themselves, by others' wisdom. [sidenote: reimarus and the "instincts of animals"] i have read with wonder and delight that passage of reimarus in which he speaks of the immense multitude of plants, and the curious, regular _choice_ of different herbivorous animals with respect to them, and the following pages in which he treats of the pairing of insects and the equally wonderful processes of egg-laying and so forth. all in motion! the sea-fish to the shores and rivers--the land crab to the sea-shore! i would fain describe all the creation thus agitated by the one or other of the three instincts--self-preservation, childing, and child-preservation. set this by darwin's theory of the maternal instinct--o mercy! the blindness of the man! and it is imagination, forsooth! that misled him--too much poetry in his philosophy! this abject deadness of all that sense of the obscure and indefinite, this superstitious fetish-worship of lazy or fascinated fancy! o this, indeed, deserves to be dwelt on. think of all this as an absolute revelation, a real presence of deity, and compare it with historical traditionary religion. there are two revelations--the material and the moral--and the former is not to be seen but by the latter. as st. paul has so well observed: "by worldly wisdom no man ever arrived at god;" but having seen him by the moral sense, then we _understand_ the outward world. even as with books, no book of itself teaches a language in the first instance; but having by sympathy of soul learnt it, we then understand the book--that is, the _deus minor_ in his work. the _hirschkäfer_ (stag-beetle) in its worm state makes its bed-chamber, prior to its metamorphosis, half as long as itself. why? there was a stiff horn turned under its belly, which in the fly state must project and harden, and this required exactly that length. the sea-snail creeps out of its house, which, thus hollowed, lifts him aloft, and is his boat and cork jacket; the nautilus, additionally, spreads a thin skin as a sail. all creatures obey the great game-laws of nature, and fish with nets of such meshes as permit many to escape, and preclude the taking of many. so two races are saved, the one by taking part, and the other by part not being taken. [sidenote: entomology versus ontology] wonderful, perplexing divisibility of life! it is related by d. unzer, an authority wholly to be relied on, that an _ohrwurm_ (earwig) cut in half ate its own hinder part! will it be the reverse with great britain and america? the head of the rattlesnake severed from the body bit it and squirted out its poison, as is related by beverley in his history of virginia. lyonnet in his insect. theol. tells us that he tore a wasp in half and, three days after, the fore-half bit whatever was presented to it of its former food, and the hind-half darted out its sting at being touched. stranger still, a turtle has been known to live six months with his head off, and to wander about, yea, six hours after its heart and intestines (all but the lungs) were taken out! how shall we think of this compatibly with the monad soul? if i say, what has spirit to do with space?--what odd dreams it would suggest! or is every animal a republic _in se_? or is there one breeze of life, "at once the soul of each, and god of all?" is it not strictly analogous to generation, and no more contrary to unity than it? but it? aye! there's the twist in the logic. is not the reproduction of the lizard a complete generation? o it is easy to dream, and, surely, better of these things than of a £ , prize in the lottery, or of a place at court. dec. , . [sidenote: for the "soother in absence"] to trace the if not absolute birth, yet the growth and endurancy of language, from the mother talking to the child at her breast. o what a subject for some happy moment of deep feeling and strong imagination! of the quintetta in the syracuse opera and the pleasure of the voices--one and not one, they leave, seek, pursue, oppose, fight with, strengthen, annihilate each other, awake, enliven, soothe, flatter and embrace each other again, till at length they die away in one tone. there is no sweeter image of wayward yet fond lovers, of seeking and finding, of the love-quarrel, and the making-up, of the losing and the yearning regret, of the doubtful, the complete recognition, and of the total melting union. words are not interpreters, but fellow-combatants. title for a medical romance:--the adventures, rivalry, warfare and final union and partnership of dr. hocus and dr. pocus. idly talk they who speak of poets as mere indulgers of fancy, imagination, superstition, etc. they are the bridlers by delight, the purifiers; they that combine all these with reason and order--the true protoplasts--gods of love who tame the chaos. to deduce instincts from obscure recollections of a pre-existing state--i have often thought of it. "ey!" i have said, when i have seen certain tempers and actions in hartley, "that is i in my future state." so i think, oftentimes, that my children are my soul--that multitude and division are not [o mystery!] necessarily subversive of unity. i am sure that two very different meanings, if not more, lurk in the word one. the drollest explanation of instinct is that of mylius, who attributes every act to pain, and all the wonderful webs and envelopes of spiders, caterpillars, etc., absolutely to fits of colic or paroxysms of dry belly-ache! this tarantula-dance of repetitions and vertiginous argumentation _in circulo_, begun in imposture and self-consummated in madness! while the whole planet (_quoad_ its lord or, at least, lord-lieutenancy) is in stir and bustle, why should not i keep in time with the tune, and, like old diogenes, roll my tub about? i cannot too often remember that to be deeply interested and to be highly satisfied are not always commensurate. apply this to the affecting and yet unnatural passages of the _stranger_ or of _john bull_, and to the finest passages in shakspere, such as the death of cleopatra or hamlet. [sidenote: a sundog dec. , ] saw the limb of a rainbow footing itself on the sea at a small apparent distance from the shore, a thing of itself--no substrate cloud or even mist visible--but the distance glimmered through it as through a thin semi-transparent hoop. [sidenote: the square, the circle, the pyramid] to be and to act, two in intellect (that mother of orderly multitude, and half-sister of wisdom and madness) but one in essence = to rest, and to move = [sq] and a [cir]! and out of the infinite combinations of these, from the more and the less, now of one now of the other, all pleasing figures and the sources of all pleasure arise. but the pyramid, that base of stedfastness that rises, yet never deserts itself nor can, approaches to the [cir]. sunday. midnight. malta. december th, . [sidenote: the pyramid in art] i can make out no other affinity [in the pyramid] to the circle but by taking its evanescence as the central point, and so, having thus gained a melting of the radii in the circumference [by proceeding to] _look_ it into the object. extravagance! why? does not everyone do this in looking at any conspicuous three stars together? does not every one see by the inner vision, a triangle? however, this is in art; but the prototype in nature is, indeed, loveliness. in nature there are no straight lines, or [such straight lines as there are] have the soul of curves, from activity and positive rapid energy. or, whether the line seem curve or straight, yet _here_, in nature, is motion--motion in its most significant form. it is motion in that form which has been chosen to express motion in general, hieroglyphical from pre-eminence, [and by this very pre-eminence, in the particular instance, made significant of motion in its totality]. hence, though it chance that a line in nature should be perfectly straight, there is no need here of any curve whose effect is that of embleming motion and counteracting actual solidity by that emblem. for here the line [in contra-distinction to the line in art] is actual motion, and therefore a balancing _figurite_ of rest and solidity. but i will study the wood-fire this evening in the palace. [sidenote: wednesday night, o'clock, december ] i see now that the eye refuses to decide whether it be surface or convexity, for the exquisite oneness of the flame makes even its angles so different from the angles of tangible substances. its exceeding oneness added to its very subsistence in motion is the very _soul_ of the loveliest curve--it does not need its body as it were. its sharpest point is, however, rounded, and besides it is cased within its own penumbra. [sidenote: for the "soother in absence" friday morning, dec. , o'clock] how beautiful a circumstance, the improvement of the flower, from the root up to that crown of its life and labours, that bridal-chamber of its beauty and its two-fold love, the nuptial and the parental--the womb, the cradle, and the nursery of the garden! _quisque sui faber_--a pretty simile this would make to a young lady producing beauty by moral feeling. nature may be personified as the [greek: polymêchanos erganê], an ever industrious penelope, for ever unravelling what she has woven, for ever weaving what she has unravelled. [sidenote: the mediterranean] oh, said i, as i looked at the blue, yellow, green and purple-green sea, with all its hollows and swells, and cut-glass surfaces--oh, what an _ocean_ of lovely forms! and i was vexed, teased that the sentence sounded like a play of words! _that_ it was not--the mind within me was struggling to express the marvellous distinctness and unconfounded personality of each of the million millions of forms, and yet the individual unity in which they subsisted. a brisk gale and the foam that peopled the _alive_ sea, most interestingly combined with the number of white sea-gulls, that, repeatedly, it seemed as if the foam-spit had taken life and wing and had flown up--the white precisely-same-colour birds rose up so close by the ever-perishing white-water wavehead, that the eye was unable to detect the illusion which the mind delighted to indulge in. o that sky, that soft, blue, mighty arch resting on the mountain or solid sea-like plain--what an awful omneity in unity! i know no other perfect union of the sublime with the beautiful, so that they should be felt, that is, at the same minute, though by different faculties, and yet, each faculty be predisposed, by itself, to receive the specific modifications from the other. to the eye it is an inverted goblet, the inside of a sapphire basin, perfect beauty in shape and colour. to the mind, it is immensity; but even the eye feels as if it were [able] to look through with [a] dim sense of the non-resistance--it is not exactly the feeling given to the organ by solid and limited things, [but] the eye feels that the limitation is in its own power, not in the object. but [hereafter] to pursue this in the manner of the old hamburg poet [klopstock]. [sidenote: i will lift up mine eyes to the hills] one travels along with the lines of a mountain. years ago i wanted to make wordsworth sensible of this. how fine is keswick vale! would i repose, my soul lies and is quiet upon the broad level vale. would it act? it darts up into the mountain-top like a kite, and like a chamois-goat runs along the ridge--or like a boy that makes a sport on the road of running along a wall or narrow fence! [sidenote: form and feeling] one of the most noticeable and fruitful facts in psychology is the modification of the same feeling by difference of form. the heaven lifts up my soul, the sight of the ocean seems to widen it. we feel the same force at work, but the difference, whether in mind or body that we should feel in actual travelling horizontally or in direct ascent, _that_ we feel in fancy. for what are our feelings of this kind but a motion imagined, [together] with the feelings that would accompany that motion, [but] less distinguished, more blended, more rapid, more confused, and, thereby, co-adunated? just as white is the very emblem of one in being the confusion of all. [sidenote: verbum sapientibus] mem.--not to hastily abandon and kick away the means after the end is or seems to be accomplished. so have i, in blowing out the paper or match with which i have lit a candle, blown out the candle at the same instant. [sidenote: the continuity of sensations] how opposite to nature and the fact to talk of the "one moment" of hume, of our whole being an aggregate of successive single sensations! who ever felt a single sensation? is not every one at the same moment conscious that there co-exist a thousand others, a darker shade, or less light, even as when i fix my attention on a white house or a grey bare hill or rather long ridge that runs out of sight each way (how often i want the german _unübersekbar_!) [untranslatable]--the pretended sight-sensation, is it anything more than the light-point in every picture either of nature or of a good painter? and, again, subordinately, in every component part of the picture? and what is a moment? succession with interspace? absurdity! it is evidently only the _icht-punct_ in the indivisible undivided duration. see yonder rainbow strangely preserving its form on broken clouds, with here a bit out, here a bit in, yet still a rainbow--even as you might place bits of coloured ribbon at distances, so as to preserve the form of a bow to the mind. dec. , . [sidenote: his conversation, a nimiety of ideas, not of words] there are two sorts of talkative fellows whom it would be injurious to confound, and i, s. t. coleridge, am the latter. the first sort is of those who use five hundred words more than needs to express an idea--that is not my case. few men, i will be bold to say, put more meaning into their words than i, or choose them more deliberately and discriminately. the second sort is of those who use five hundred more ideas, images, reasons, &c., than there is any need of to arrive at their object, till the only object arrived at is that the mind's eye of the bystander is dazzled with colours succeeding so rapidly as to leave one vague impression that there has been a great blaze of colours all about something. now this is my case, and a grievous fault it is. my illustrations swallow up my thesis. i feel too intensely the omnipresence of all in each, platonically speaking; or, psychologically, my brain-fibres, or the spiritual light which abides in the brain-marrow, as visible light appears to do in sundry rotten mackerel and other _smashy_ matters, is of too general an affinity with all things, and though it perceives the _difference_ of things, yet is eternally pursuing the likenesses, or, rather, that which is common [between them]. bring me two things that seem the very same, and then i am quick enough [not only] to show the difference, even to hair-splitting, but to go on from circle to circle till i break against the shore of my hearers' patience, or have my concentricals dashed to nothing by a snore. that is my ordinary mishap. at malta, however, no one can charge me with one or the other. i have earned the general character of being a quiet well-meaning man, rather dull indeed! and who would have thought that he had been a _poet_! "o, a very wretched poetaster, ma'am! as to the reviews, 'tis well known he half-ruined himself in paying cleverer fellows than himself to write them," &c. [sidenote: the embryonic soul] how far might one imagine all the theory of association out of a system of growth, by applying to the brain and soul what we know of an embryo? one tiny particle combines with another its like, and, so, lengthens and thickens, and this is, at once, memory and increasing vividness of impression. one might make a very amusing allegory of an embryo soul up to birth! try! it is promising! you have not above three hundred volumes to write before you come to it, and as you write, perhaps, a volume once in ten years, you have ample time. my dear fellow! never be ashamed of scheming--you can't think of living less than years, and that would nearly suffice for your present schemes. to be sure, if they go on in the same ratio to the performance, then a small difficulty arises; but never mind! look at the bright side always and die in a dream! oh! [sidenote: of a new hypothesis] the evil effect of a new hypothesis or even of a new nomenclature is, that many minds which had familiarised themselves to the old one, and were riding on the road of discovery accustomed to their horse, if put on a new animal, lose time in learning how to sit him; while the others, looking too stedfastly at a few facts which the jeweller hypothesis had set in a perfectly beautiful whole, forget to dig for more, though inhabitants of a golconda. however, it has its advantages too, and these have been ably pointed out. it excites contradiction, and is thence a stimulus to new experiments to _support_, and to a more severe repetition of these experiments and of other new ones to _confute_ [arguments pro and con]. and, besides, one must alloy severe truth with a little fancy, in order to mint it into common coin. [sidenote: his indebtedness to german philosophy] in the preface of my metaphysical works, i should say--"once for all, read kant, fichte, &c., and then you will trace, or, if you are on the hunt, track me." why, then, not acknowledge your obligations step by step? because i could not do so in a multitude of glaring resemblances without a lie, for they had been mine, formed and full-formed, before i had ever heard of these writers, because to have fixed on the particular instances in which i have really been indebted to these writers would have been hard, if possible, to me who read for truth and self-satisfaction, and not to make a book, and who always rejoiced and was jubilant when i found my own ideas well expressed by others--and, lastly, let me say, because (i am proud, perhaps, but) i seem to know that much of the _matter_ remains my own, and that the _soul_ is mine. i fear not him for a critic who can confound a fellow-thinker with a compiler. [sidenote: the metaphysician at bay] good heavens! that there should be anything at all, and not nothing. ask the bluntest faculty that pretends to reason, and, if indeed he have felt and reasoned, he must feel that something is to be sought after out of the vulgar track of change-alley speculation. if my researches are shadowy, what, in the name of reason, are you? or do you resign all pretence to reason, and consider yourself--nay, even that in a contradiction--as a passive [cir] among nothings? [sidenote: means to ends] how flat and common-place! o that it were in my heart, nerves, and muscles! o that it were the _prudential_ soul of all i love, of all who deserve to be loved, in every proposed action to ask yourself, to what end is this? and how is this the means? and not the means to something else foreign to or abhorrent from my purpose? _distinct means to distinct ends!_ with friends and beloved ones follow the heart. better be deceived twenty times than suspect one-twentieth of once; but with strangers, or enemies, or in a quarrel, whether in the world's squabbles, as dr. stoddart's and dr. sorel in the admiralty court at malta; or in moral businesses, as mine with southey or lloyd (o pardon me, dear and honoured southey, that i put such a name by the side of yours....)--in all those cases, write your letter, disburthen yourself, and when you have done it--even as when you have pared, sliced, vinegared, oiled, peppered and salted your plate of cucumber, you are directed to smell it, and then throw it out of the window--so, dear friend, vinegar, pepper and salt your letter--your cucumber argument, that is, cool reasoning previously sauced with passion and sharpness--then read it, eat it, drink it, smell it, with eyes and ears (a small catachresis but never mind), and then throw it into the fire--unless you can put down in three or four sentences (i cannot allow more than one side of a sheet of paper) the _distinct end_ for which you conceive this letter (or whatever it be) to be the _distinct means_! how trivial! would to god it were only _habitual_! o what is sadder than that the _crambe bis cocta_ of the understanding should be and remain a foreign dish to the efficient _will_--that the best and loftiest precepts of wisdom should be trivial, and the worst and lowest modes of folly habitual. [sidenote: verbal conceits] i have learnt, sometimes not _at all_, and seldom _harshly_, to chide those conceits of words which are analogous to sudden fleeting affinities of mind. even, as in a dance, you touch and join and off again, and rejoin your partner that leads down with you the dance, in spite of these occasional off-starts--for they, too, not merely conform to, but are of and in and help to form the delicious harmony. shakspere is not a thousandth part so faulty as the [scir][scir][scir] believe him. "thus him that over-rul'd i over-sway'd," etc., etc. i noticed this to that bubbling ice-spring of cold-hearted, mad-headed fanaticism, the late dr. geddes, in the "_heri vidi fragilem frangi, hodie mortalem mori_." [dr. alexander geddes, - , was, _inter alia_, author of a revised translation of the scriptures.] [sidenote: the bright blue sea] how often i have occasion to notice with pure delight the depth of the exceeding blueness of the mediterranean from my window! it is often, indeed, purple; but i am speaking of its blueness--a perfect blue, so very pure an one. the sea is like a night-sky; and but for its _planities_, it were as if the night-sky were a thing that turned round and lay in the day-time under the paler heaven. and it is on this expanse that the vessels have the fine white dazzling cotton sails. [sidenote: the birth of the idea] centuries before their mortal incarnation, jove was wont to manifest to the gods the several creations as they emerged from the divine ideal. now it was reported in heaven that an unusually fair creation of a woman was emerging, and venus, fearful that her son should become enamoured as of yore with psyche (what time he wandered alone, his bow unslung, and using his darts only to cut out her name on rocks and trees, or, at best, to shoot hummingbirds and birds of paradise to make feather-chaplets for her hair, and the world, meanwhile, grown loveless, hardened into the iron age), entreats jove to secrete this form [of perilous beauty]. but cupid, who had heard the report, and fondly expected a re-manifestation of psyche, hid himself in the hollow of the sacred oak beneath which the father of gods had withdrawn as to an unapproachable adytum, and beheld the idea emerging in its _first glory_. forthwith the wanton was struck blind by the splendour ere yet the blaze had defined itself with form, and now his arrows strike but vaguely. [sidenote: the conversion of ceres] i have somewhere read, or i have dreamt, a wild tale of ceres' loss of proserpine, and her final recovery of her daughter by means of christ when he descended into hell, at which time she met him and abjured all worship for the future. it were a quaint mythological conceit to feign that the gods of greece and rome were some of the _best_ of the fallen spirits, and that of their number _apollo_, mars, and the muses were converted to christianity, and became different saints. [sidenote: as the sparks fly upward] the ribbed flame--its snatches of impatience, that half-seem, and only _seem_ that half, to baffle its upward rush--the eternal unity of individualities whose essence is in their distinguishableness, even as thought and _fancies_ in the mind; the points of so many cherubic swords snatched back, but never discouraged, still fountaining upwards:--flames self-snatched up heavenward, if earth supply the fuel, heaven the dry light air--themselves still making the current that will fan and spread them--yet all their force in vain, if of itself--and light dry air, heaped fuel, fanning breeze as idle, if no inward spark lurks there, or lurks unkindled. such a spark, o man! is thy free will--the star whose beams are virtue! chapter iv _ _ alone, alone, all, all alone, alone on a wide, wide sea! and never a saint took pity on my soul in agony. s. t. c. [sidenote: the sense of magnitude tuesday, jan. , ] this evening there was the most perfect and the brightest halo circling the roundest and brightest moon i ever beheld. so bright was the halo, so compact, so entire a circle, that it gave the whole of its area, the moon itself included, the appearance of a solid opaque body, an enormous planet. it was as if this planet had a circular trough of some light-reflecting fluid for its rim (that is the halo) and its centre (that is the moon) a small circular basin of some fluid that still more copiously reflected, or that even emitted light; and as if the interspatial area were somewhat equally substantial but sullen. thence i have found occasion to meditate on the nature of the sense of magnitude and its absolute dependence on the idea of _substance_; the consequent difference between magnitude and spaciousness, the dependence of the idea on double-touch, and thence to evolve all our feelings and ideas of magnitude, magnitudinal sublimity, &c., from a scale of our own bodies. for why, if form constituted the sense, that is, if it were pure vision, as a perceptive sense abstracted from _feeling_ in the organ of vision, why do i seek for mountains, when in the flattest countries the clouds present so many and so much more romantic and _spacious_ forms, and the coal-fire so many, so much more varied and lovely forms? and whence arises the pleasure from musing on the latter? do i not, more or less consciously, fancy myself a lilliputian to whom these would be mountains, and so, by this factitious scale, make them mountains, my pleasure being consequently playful, a voluntary poem in hieroglyphics or picture-writing--"_phantoms_ of sublimity," which i continue to know to be _phantoms_? and form itself, is not its main agency exerted in individualising the thing, making it _this_ and _that_, and thereby facilitating the shadowy measurement of it by the scale of my own body? yon long, not unvaried, ridge of hills, that runs out of sight each way, it is _spacious_, and the pleasure derivable from it is from its _running_, its _motion_, its assimilation to action; and here the scale is taken from my life and soul, and not from my body. space is the hebrew name for god, and it is the most perfect image of _soul, pure soul_, being to us nothing but unresisted action. whenever action is resisted, limitation begins--and limitation is the first constituent of body--the more omnipresent it is in a given space, the more that space is _body_ or matter--and thus all body necessarily presupposes soul, inasmuch as all resistance presupposes action. magnitude, therefore, is the intimate blending, the most perfect union, through its whole sphere, in every minutest part of it, of action and resistance to action. it is spaciousness in which space is filled up--that is, as we well say, transmitted by incorporate accession, not destroyed. in all limited things, that is, in _all forms_, it is at least fantastically stopped, and, thus, from the positive _grasp_ to the mountain, from the mountain to the cloud, from the cloud to the blue depth of sky, which, as on the top of etna, in a serene atmosphere, seems to go _behind_ the sun, all is _graduation_, that precludes division, indeed, but not distinction; and he who endeavours to overturn a distinction by showing that there is no chasm, by the old sophism of the _cumulus_ or the horse's tail, is still diseased with the _formication_,[b] the (what is the nosological name of it? the hairs or dancing infinites of black specks seeming always to be before the eye), the araneosis of corpuscular materialism.--s. t. c. [sidenote: stray thoughts for the "soother in absence"] the least things, how they evidence the superiority of english artisans! even the maltese wafers, for instance, that stick to your mouth and fingers almost so as to make it impossible to get them off without squeezing them into a little pellet, and yet will not stick to the paper. everyone of tolerable education feels the _imitability_ of dr. johnson's and other-such's style, the inimitability of shakspere's, &c. hence, i believe, arises the partiality of thousands for johnson. they can imagine _themselves_ doing the same. vanity is at the bottom of it. the number of imitators proves this in some measure. of the feelings of the english at the sight of a convoy from england. man cannot be selfish--that part of me (my beloved) which is distant, in space, excites the same feeling as the "ich"[c] distant from me in time. my friends are indeed my soul! [sidenote: jan. , .] i had not moved from my seat, and wanted the stick of sealing-wax, nearly a whole one, for another letter. i could not find it, it was not on the table--had it dropped on the ground? i searched and searched everywhere, my pockets, my fobs, impossible places--literally it had vanished, and where was it? it had stuck to my _elbow_, i having leaned upon it ere it had grown cold! a curious accident, and in no way similar to that of the butcher and his steel in his mouth which he was seeking for. mine was true accident. the maxims which govern the courts of admiralty, their "betwixt and between" of positive law and the dictates of right reason, resemble the half-way _inter jus et æquitatem_ of roman jurisprudence. it were worth while to examine the advantages of this as far as it is a real _modification_, its disadvantages as far as it appears a _jumble_. seeing a nice bed of glowing embers with one junk of firewood well placed, like the remains of an old edifice, and another well-nigh mouldered one corresponding to it, i felt an impulse to put on three pieces of wood that exactly completed the perishable architecture, though it was eleven o'clock, though i was that instant going to bed, and there could be, in common ideas, no possible use in it. hence i seem (for i write not having yet gone to bed) to suspect that this disease of totalising, of perfecting, may be the bottom impulse of many, many actions, in which it never is brought forward as an avowed or even agnised as a conscious motive. mem.--to collect facts for a comparison between a _wood_ and a _coal_ fire, as to sights and sounds and bodily feeling. i have read somewhere of a sailor who dreamt that an encounter with the enemy was about to take place, and that he should discover cowardice during action. accordingly he awakes his brother the captain, and bids him prepare for an engagement. at daybreak a ship is discovered on the horizon and the sailor, mindful of his dream, procures himself to be tied to a post. at the close of the day he is released unwounded but dead from fright. apply this incident to miss edgeworth's tales, and all similar attempts to cure faults by detailed forewarnings, which leave on the similarly faulty an impression of fatality that extinguishes hope. what precedes to the voice follows to the eye, as . and . a, b, c--were they men, you would say that "c" went first, but being letters, things of voice and ear in their original, we say that "a" goes first. there are many men who, following, made = , being placed at head, become useless cyphers, mere finery for form's sake. [sidenote: feb. , , friday, malta] of the millions that use the pen, how many (query) understand the story of this machine, the action of the slit, eh? i confess, ridiculous as it must appear to those who do understand it, that i have not been able to answer the question off-hand to myself, having only this moment thought of it. [sidenote: feb. , ] the gentlest form of death, a sylphid death, passed by, beheld a sleeping baby--became, narcissus-like, enamoured of its own self in the sweet counterfeit, seized it and carried it off as a mirror close by the green paradise--but the reviving air awakened the babe, and 'twas death that died at the sudden loss. [sidenote: the french language and poetry feb. , ] i cannot admit that any language can be unfit for poetry, or that there is any language in which a divinely inspired architect may not sustain the lofty edifice of verse on its two pillars of sublimity and pathos. yet i have heard frenchmen, nay, even englishmen, assert that of the german, which contains perhaps an hundred passages equal to the-- und ein gott ist, ein heiliger wille lebt, wie auch der menschliche wanke;-- and i have heard both german and englishmen (and these, too, men of true feeling and genius, and so many of them that such company of my betters makes me not ashamed to the having myself been guilty of this injustice) assert that the french language is insusceptible of poetry in its higher and purer sense, of poetry which excites emotion not merely creates amusement, which demands continuous admiration, not regular recurrence of conscious surprise, and the effect of which is love and joy. unfortunately the manners, religion and government of france, and the circumstances of its emergence from the polyarchy of feudal barony, have given a bad taste to the parisians--so bad a one as doubtless to have mildewed many an opening blossom. i cannot say that i know and can name any one french writer that can be placed among the greater poets, but when i read the inscription over the chartreuse-- c'est ici que la mort et la verité elevent leurs flambeaux terribles; c'est de cette demeure au monde inaccessible que l'on passe à l'eternité i seem to feel that if france had been for ages a protestant nation, and a milton had been born in it, the french language would not have precluded the production of a "paradise lost," though it might, perhaps, that of a hamlet or a lear. [sidenote: the abstract self on friday night, feb. , ] on friday night, th feb. , my feeling, in sleep, of exceeding great love for my infant, seen by me in the dream!--yet so as it might be sara, derwent, or berkley, and still it was an individual babe and mine. "all look or likeness caught from earth, all accident of kin or birth, had pass'd away. there seem'd no trace of aught upon her brighten'd face, upraised beneath the rifted stone, save of one spirit all her own; she, she herself, and only she, shone through her body visibly." _poetical works_, , p. . this abstract self is, indeed, in its nature a universal personified, as life, soul, spirit, etc. will not this _prove_ it to be a _deeper_ feeling, and of such intimate affinity with ideas, so as to modify them and become one with them; whereas the appetites and the feelings of revenge and anger co-exist with the ideas, not combine with them, and alter the apparent effect of this form, not the forms themselves? certain modifications of fear seem to approach nearest to this love-sense in its manner of acting. those whispers just as you have fallen asleep--what are they, and whence? [sidenote: litera scripta manet monday, feb , ] i must own to a superstitious dread of the destruction of paper worthy of a mahometan. but i am also ashamed to confess to myself what pulling back of heart i feel whenever i wish to light a candle or kindle a fire with a hospital or harbour report, and what a cumulus lies on my table, i not able to conjecture of what use they can ever be, and yet trembling lest what i then destroyed might be of some use in the way of knowledge. this seems to be the excess of a good feeling, but it is ridiculous. [sidenote: cowper's "lines to mrs. unwin"] it is not without a certain sense of self-reproof, as well as self-distrust, that i ask, or, rather, that my understanding suggests to me the query, whether this divine poem (in so original a strain of thought and feeling honourable to human nature) would not have been more perfect if the third, fourth, and fifth stanzas had been omitted, and the tenth and eleventh transposed so as to stand as the third and fourth. it is not, perhaps not at all, but, certainly, not principally that i feel any meanness in the "needles;" but, not to mention that the words "once a shining store" is a speck in the diamond (in a less dear poem i might, perhaps, have called it more harshly a _rhyme-botch_), and that the word "restless" is rather too strong an impersonation for the serious tone, the _real_ness of the poem, and seems to tread too closely on the mock-heroic; but that it seems not true to poetic feeling to introduce the affecting circumstance of dimness of sight from decay of nature on an occasion so remote from the [greek: to katholou], and that the fifth stanza, graceful and even affecting as the spirit of the playfulness is or would be, at least, in a poem having less depth of feeling, breaks in painfully here--the age and afflicting infirmities both of the writer and his subject seem abhorrent from such trifling of--scarcely fancy, for i fear, if it were analysed, that the whole effect would be found to depend on phrases hackneyed, and taken from the alms-house of the muses. the test would be this: read the poem to a well-educated but natural woman, an unaffected, gentle being, endued with sense and sensibility--substituting the tenth and eleventh stanzas for those three, and some days after shew her the poem as it now stands. i seem to be sure that she would be shocked--an alien would have intruded himself, and be found sitting in a circle of dear friends whom she expected to have found _all to themselves_. [sidenote: etymology] to say that etymology is a science--is to use this word in its laxest and improper sense. but our language, except, at least, in poetry, has dropped the word "lore"--the _lehre_ of the germans, the _logos_ of the greek. either we should have retained the word and ventured on _root-lore_, _verse-lore_, etc., or have adopted the greek as a single word as well as a word in combination. all novelties appear or are rather felt as ridiculous in language; but, if it had been once adopted, it would have been no stranger to have said that etymo_logy_ is a _logy_ which perishes from a plethora of probability, than that the _art_ of war is an _art_ apparently for the destruction and subjugation of particular states, but really for the lessening of bloodshed and the preservation of the liberties of mankind. art and science are both too much appropriated--our language wants terms of comprehensive generality, implying the kind, not the degree or species, as in that good and necessary word _sensuous_, which we have likewise dropped, opposed to sensual, sensitive, sensible, etc., etc. chymistry has felt this difficulty, and found the necessity of having one word for the supposed cause, another for the effect, as in caloric or calorific, opposed to heat; and psychology has still more need of the reformation. [sidenote: sentiment, an antidote to casuistry] the queen-bee in the hive of popish error, the great mother of the swarm, seems to me their tenet concerning faith and works, placing the former wholly in the rectitude, nay, in the rightness of intellectual conviction, and the latter in the definite and, most often, the material action, and, consequently, the assertion of the dividuous nature and self-existence of works. hence the doctrine of damnation out of the church of rome--of the one visible church--of the absolute efficiency _in se_ of all the sacraments and the absolute merit of ceremonial observances. consider the incalculable advantage of chiefly dwelling on the virtues of the heart, of habits of feeling and harmonious action, the music of the adjusted string at the impulse of the breeze, and, on the other hand, the evils of books concerning particular actions, minute cases of conscience, hair-splitting directions and decisions, o how illustrated by the detestable character of most of the roman catholic casuists! no actions should be distinctly described but such as manifestly tend to awaken the heart to efficient feeling, whether of fear or of love--actions that, falling back on the fountain, keep it full, or clear out the mud from its pipes, and make it play in its abundance, shining in that purity in which, at once, the purity and the light is each the cause of the other, the light purifying, and the purified receiving and reflecting the light, sending it off to others; not, like the polished mirror, by reflection from itself, but by transmission through itself. [sidenote: the empyrean] friday + saturday, - o'clock [march , .] what a sky! the not yet orbed moon, the spotted oval, blue at one edge from the deep utter blue of the sky--a mass of _pearl_-white cloud below, distant, and travelling to the horizon, but all the upper part of the ascent and all the height such _profound_ blue, deep as a deep river, and deep in colour, and those two depths so entirely _one_, _as_ to give the meaning and explanation of the two different significations of the epithet. here, so far from _divided_, they were scarcely _distinct_, scattered over with thin pearl-white cloudlets--hands and fingers--the largest not larger than a floating veil! unconsciously i stretched forth my arms as to embrace the sky, and in a trance i had worshipped god in the moon--the spirit, not the form. i felt in how innocent a feeling sabeism might have begun. oh! not only the moon, but the depths of the sky! the moon was the _idea_; but deep sky is, of all visual impressions, the nearest akin to a feeling. it is more a feeling than a sight, or, rather, it is the melting away and entire union of feeling and sight! [sidenote: distemper's worst calamity] monday morning, which i ought not to have known not to be sunday night, o'clock, march , . my dreams to-night were interfused with struggle and fear, though, till the very last, not victors; but the very last, which awoke me, was a completed night-mare, as it gave the _idea_ and _sensation_ of actual grasp or touch contrary to _my_ will and in apparent consequence of the malignant will of the external form, whether actually appearing or, as sometimes happened, believed to exist--in which latter case i have two or three times felt a horrid touch of hatred, a grasp, or a weight of hate and horror abstracted from all [conscious] form or supposal of form, an _abstract touch_, an _abstract_ grasp, an _abstract_ weight! _quam nihil ad genium papiliane tuum!_ or, in other words, _this mackintosh would prove to be nonsense by a scotch smile._ the last [dream], that woke me, though a true night-mare, was, however, a mild one. i cried out early, like a scarcely-hurt child who knows himself within hearing of his mother. but, anterior to this, i had been playing with children, especially with one most lovely child, about two years or two and a half, and had repeated to her, in my dream, "the dews were falling fast," &c., and i was sorely frightened by the sneering and fiendish malignity of the beautiful creature, but from the beginning there had been a terror about it and proceeding from it. i shall hereafter, read the vision in "macbeth" with increased admiration. ["_quam nihil ad genium papiniane tuum_," was the motto of _the lyrical ballads_.] that deep intuition of our _one_ness, is it not at the bottom of many of our faults as well as virtues? the dislike that a bad man should have any virtues, a good man any faults? and yet, too, a something noble and incentive is in this. [sidenote: the omniscient the comforter] what comfort in the silent eye upraised to god! "_thou_ knowest." o! what a thought! never to be friendless, never to be unintelligible! the omnipresence has been generally represented as a spy, a sort of bentham's panopticon.[d] o to feel what the pain is to be utterly unintelligible and then--"o god, thou understandest!" [sidenote: poets as critics of poets] the question should be fairly stated, how far a man can be an adequate, or even a good (as far as he goes) though inadequate critic of poetry who is not a poet, at least, _in posse_? can he be an adequate, can he be a good critic, though not commensurate [with the poet criticised]? but there is yet another distinction. supposing he is not only not a poet, but is a bad poet! what then? [sidenote: immature critics march , ] [the] cause of the offence or disgust received by the _mean_ in good poems when we are young, and its diminution and occasional evanescence when we are older in true taste [is] that, at first, we are from various causes delighted with _generalities_ of nature which can all be expressed in dignified words; but, afterwards, becoming more intimately acquainted with nature in her detail, we are delighted with _distinct_, vivid ideas, and with vivid ideas most when made distinct, and can most often forgive and sometimes be delighted with even a low image from art or low life when it gives you the very thing by an illustration, as, for instance, cowper's stream "inlaying" the level vale as with silver, and even shakspere's "shrill-tongued tapster's answering shallow wits" applied to echoes in an _echofull_ place. [sidenote: attention and sensation march , ] of the not being able to know whether you are smoking in the dark or when your eyes are shut: item, of the ignorance in that state of the difference of beef, veal, &c.--it is all attention. your ideas being shut, other images arise which you must _attend to_, it being the habit of a _seeing_ man to attend chiefly to _sight_. so close your eyes, (and) you attend to the ideal images, and, attending to them, you abstract your _attention_. it is the same when deeply thinking in a reverie, you no longer hear distinct sound made to you. but what a strange inference that there were no sounds! [sidenote: st. columba] i love st. combe or columba and he shall be my saint. for he is not in the catalogue of romish saints, having never been canonised at rome, and because this apostle of the picts lived and gave his name to an island on the hebrides, and from him switzerland was christianised. [sidenote: experience and book knowledge midnight, april , ] "i will write," i said, "as truly as i can from experience, actual individual experience, not from book-knowledge." but yet it is wonderful how exactly the knowledge from good books coincides with the experience of men of the world. how often, when i was younger, have i noticed the deep delight of men of the world who have taken late in life to literature, on coming across a passage the force of which had either escaped me altogether, or which i knew to be true from books only and at second hand! experience is necessary, no doubt, if only to give a light and shade in the mind, to give to some one idea a greater vividness than to others, and thereby to make it a _thing_ of _time_ and actual reality. for all ideas being equally vivid, the whole becomes a dream. but, notwithstanding this and other reasons, i yet believe that the saws against book-knowledge are handed down to us from times when books conveyed only abstract science or abstract morality and religion. whereas, in the present day, what is there of real life, in all its goings on, trades, manufactures, high life, low life, animate and inanimate that is not to be found in books? in these days books are conversation. and this, i know, is for evil as well as good, but for good, too, as well as evil. [sidenote: duty and self interest sunday morning o'clock, april , ] how feebly, how unlike an english cock, that cock crows and the other answers! did i not particularly notice the _un_likeness on my first arrival at malta? well, to-day i will disburthen my mind. yet one thing strikes me, the difference i find in myself during the past year or two. my enthusiasm for the happiness of mankind in particular places and countries, and my eagerness to promote it, seems to decrease, and my sense of duty, my hauntings of conscience, from any stain of thought or action to increase in the same ratio. i remember having written a strong letter to my most dear and honoured wordsworth in consequence of his "ode to duty," and in that letter explained this as the effect of selfness in a mind incapable of gross self-interest--i mean, the decrease of hope and joy, the soul in its round and round flight forming narrower circles, till at every gyre its wings beat against the _personal self_. but let me examine this more accurately. it may be that the phenomena will come out more honourable to our nature. [sidenote: evil produces evil] it is as trite as it is mournful (but yet most instructive), and by the genius that can produce the strongest impressions of novelty by rescuing the stalest and most admitted truths from the impotence caused by the very circumstance of their universal admission--admitted so instantly as never to be _reflected_ on, never by that sole key of reflection admitted into the effective, legislative chamber of the heart--so true that they lose all the privileges of truth, and, as extremes meet by being _truisms_, correspond in utter inefficiency with universally acknowledged errors (in algebraic symbols truisms = falsehoodisms = [scir][scir])--by that genius, i say, might good be worked in considering the old, old methusalem saw that "evil produces evil." one error almost compels another. tell one lie, tell a hundred. oh, to show this, _a priori_, by bottoming it in all our faculties and by experience of touching examples! [sidenote: john wordsworth monday, april , ] the favourite object of all oriental tales, and that which, whist it inspired their authors in the east, still inspires their readers everywhere, is the impossibility of baffling destiny--the perception that what we considered as the means of one thing becomes, in a strange manner, the direct means of the reverse. o dear john wordsworth! what joy at grasmere that you were made captain of the abergavenny, and so young too! now it was next to certain that you would in a few years settle in your native hills and be verily one of the _concern_! then came your share in the brilliant action with linois. (i was at grasmere in spirit only, but in spirit i was one of the rejoicers--as joyful as any, and, perhaps, more joyous!) this, doubtless, not only enabled you to lay in a larger and more advantageous cargo, but procured you a voyage to india instead of china, and in this circumstance a next to certainty of independence--and all these were decoys of death! well, but a nobler feeling than these vain regrets would become the friend of the man whose last words were: "i have done my duty! let her go!" let us do our _duty_! all else is a dream, life and death alike a dream. this short sentence would comprise, i believe, the sum of all profound philosophy, of ethics and metaphysics conjointly, from plato to fichte! [_vide letters of s. t. c._, , ii. , _note_.] [sidenote: love the divine essence] the best, the truly lovely in each and all, is god. therefore the truly beloved is _the symbol of god_ to whomever it is truly beloved by, but it may become perfect and maintained love by the function of the two. the lover worships in his beloved that final consummation of itself which is produced in his own soul by the action of the soul of the beloved upon it, and that final perception of the soul of the beloved which is in part the consequence of the reaction of his (so ameliorated and regenerated) soul upon the soul of his beloved, till each contemplates the soul of the other as involving his own, both in its givings and its receivings, and thus, still keeping alive its _outness_, its _self-oblivion_ united with self-warmth, still approximates to god! where shall i find an image for this sublime symbol which, ever involving the presence of deity, yet tends towards it ever? shall it be in the attractive powers of the different surfaces of the earth? each attraction the vicegerent and representative of the central attraction, and yet being no other than that attraction itself? by some such feeling as this i can easily believe the mind of fénelon and madame guyon to have coloured its faith in the worship of saints, but that was most dangerous. it was not idolatry in _them_, but it encouraged idolatry in others. now, the pure love of a good man for a good woman does not involve this evil, but it multiplies, intensifies the good. [sidenote: order in dreams] dreamt that i was saying or reading, or that it was read to me, "varrius thus prophesied vinegar at his door by damned frigid tremblings." just after, i woke. i fell to sleep again, having in the previous doze meditated on the possibility of making dreams regular; and just as i had passed on the other side of the confine of dozing, i afforded this specimen: "i should have thought it vossius rather than varrius, though, varrius being a great poet, the idea would have been more suitable to him, only that all his writings were unfortunately lost in the _arrow_." again i awoke. _n.b._--the _arrow_, captain vincent's frigate, from which our malta letters and dispatches had been previously thrown overboard, was taken by the french, in february . this _illustrates the connection of dreams_. [sidenote: orange blossom april , ] i never had a more lovely twig of orange-blossoms, with four old last year's leaves with their steady green well-placed among them, than to-day, and with a rose-twig of three roses [it] made a very striking nosegay to an englishman, the orange twig was so very full of blossoms that one-fourth of the number becoming fruit of the natural size would have broken the twig off. is there, then, disproportion here? or waste? o no! no! in the first place, here is a prodigality of beauty; and what harm do they do by existing? and is not man a being capable of beauty even as of hunger and thirst? and if the latter be fit objects of a final cause, why not the former? but secondly [nature] hereby multiplies manifold the chances of a proper number becoming fruit--in this twig, for instance, for one set of accidents that would have been fatal to the year's growth if only as many blossoms had been on it as it was designed to bear fruit, there may now be three sets of accidents--and no harm done. and, thirdly and lastly, for _me_ at _least_--or, at least, at present, for in nature doubtless there are many additional reasons, and possibly for _me_ at some future hour of reflection, after some new influx of information from books or observance-and, thirdly, these blossoms are fruit, fruit to the winged insect, fruit to man--yea! and of more solid value, perhaps, than the orange itself! o how the bees be-throng and be-murmur it! o how the honey tells the tale of its birthplace to the sense of sight and odour! and to how many minute and uneyeable insects beside! so, i cannot but think, ought i to be talking to hartley, and sometimes to detail all the insects that have arts or implements resembling human--the sea-snails, with the nautilus at their head; the wheel-insect, the galvanic eel, etc. [this note was printed in the _illustrated london news_, june , .] [sidenote: anticipations in nature and in thought saturday night, april , ] in looking at objects of nature while i am thinking, as at yonder moon dim-glimmering through the dewy window-pane, i seem rather to be seeking, as it were _asking_ for, a symbolical language for something within me that already and for ever exists, than observing anything new. even when that latter is the case, yet still i have always an obscure feeling as if that new phenomena were the dim awaking of a forgotten or hidden truth of my inner nature. it is still interesting as a word--a symbol. it is [greek: logos] the creator, and the evolver! [now] what is the right, the virtuous feeling, and consequent action when a man having long meditated on and perceived a certain truth, finds another, a foreign writer, who has handled the same with an approximation to the truth as he had previously conceived it? joy! let truth make her voice audible! while i was preparing the pen to write this remark, i lost the train of thought which had led me to it. i meant to have asked something else now forgotten. for the above answers itself. it needed no answer, i trust, in my heart. [printed in _life of s. t. c._, by james gillman, , p. .] [sidenote: the hope of humanity, easter sunday, ] that beautiful passage in dear and honoured w. wordsworth's "michael," respecting the forward-looking hope inspired pre-eminently by the birth of a child, was brought to my mind most forcibly by my own independent though, in part, anticipated reflections on the importance of young children to the keeping up the stock of hope in the human species. they seem to be the immediate and secreting organ of hope in the great organised body of the whole human race, in _all men_ considered as the component atoms of _man_--as young leaves are the organs of supplying vital air to the atmosphere. thus living on through such a length of years, the shepherd, if he loved himself, must needs have loved his helpmate; but to michael's heart this son of his old age was yet more dear-- less from instinctive tenderness, the same fond spirit that blindly works in the blood of all-- than that a child, more than all other gifts that earth can offer to declining man, brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts, and stirrings of inquietude, when they by tendency of nature needs must fail. --_poetical works of_ w. wordsworth, p. . [sidenote: the northern easter easter sunday, ] the english and german climates and that of northern france possess, among many others, this one little beauty of uniting the mysteries of positive with those of natural religion--in celebrating the symbolical resurrection of the human soul in that of the crucified, at the time of the actual resurrection of the "living life" of nature. [sidenote: spiritual religion] religion consists in truth and virtue, that is, the permanent, the _forma efformans_, in the flux of things without, of feelings and images within. well, therefore, does the scripture speak of the spirit as praying to the spirit, "the lord said to my lord." god is the essence as well as the object of religion. [sidenote: a supposition wednesday, april , ] i would not willingly kill even a flower, but were i at the head of an army, or a revolutionary kingdom, i would do my duty; and though it should be the ordering of the military execution of a city, yet, supposing it to be my duty, i would give the order--and then, in awe, listen to the uproar, even as to a thunderstorm--the awe as tranquil, the submission to the inevitable, to the unconnected with myself, as profound. it should be as if the lightning of heaven passed along my sword and destroyed a man. [sidenote: enthusiasm] does the sober judgement previously measure out the banks between which the stream of enthusiasm shall rush with its torrent-sound? far rather does the stream itself plough up its own channel and find its banks in the adamant rocks of nature! [sidenote: adhÆsit pavimento cor] there are times when my thoughts--how like music! o that these times were more frequent! but how can they be, i being so hopeless, and for months past so incessantly employed in official tasks, subscribing, examining, administering oaths, auditing, and so forth? [sidenote: the realisation of death] john tobin dead, and just after the success of his play! and robert allen dead suddenly! o when we are young we lament for death only by sympathy, or with the general feeling with which we grieve for misfortunes in general, but there comes a time (and this year is the time that has come to me) when we lament for death as death, when it is felt for itself, and as itself, aloof from all its consequences. then comes the grave-stone into the heart with all its mournful names, then the bell-man's or clerk's verses subjoined to the bills of mortality are no longer common-place. [john tobin the dramatist died december , . his play entitled "the honeymoon" was published in . robert allen, coleridge's contemporary and school-friend, held the post of deputy-surgeon to the nd royals, then on service in portugal. he was a friend of dr. (afterwards sir j.) stoddart, with whom coleridge stayed on his first arrival at malta. see _letters of charles lamb_, macmillan, , i. .] [sidenote: love and duty] würde, worthiness, virtue, consist in the mastery over the sensuous and sensual impulses; but love requires innocence. let the lover ask his heart whether he can endure that his mistress should have _struggled_ with a sensual impulse for another man, though she overcame it from a sense of duty to him. women are less offended with men, in part, from the vicious habits of men, and, in part, from the difference of bodily constitution. yet, still, to a pure and truly loving woman this must be a painful thought. that he should struggle with and overcome ambition, desire of fortune, superior beauty, &c., or with objectless desire of any kind, is pleasing, but _not_ that he has struggled with positive, appropriated desire, that is, desire _with_ an object. love, in short, requires an absolute peace and harmony between all parts of human nature, such as it is; and it is offended by any _war_, though the battle should be decided in favour of the worthier. this is, perhaps, the final cause of the _rarity_ of true love, and the efficient and immediate cause of its difficulty. ours is a life of probation. we are to contemplate and obey _duty_ for its own sake, and in order to do this, we, in our present imperfect state of being, must see it not merely abstracted from but in direct opposition to the _wish_, the _inclination_. having perfected this, the highest possibility of human nature, man may then with safety harmonise _all_ his being with this--he may _love_. to perform duties absolutely from the sense of duty is the _ideal_, which, perhaps, no human being ever can arrive at, but which every human being ought to try to draw near unto. this is, in the only wise, and, verily, in a most sublime sense, to see god face to face, which, alas! it seems too true that no man can do and _live_, that is, a _human_ life. it would become incompatible with his organization, or rather, it would _transmute_ it, and the process of that transmutation, to the senses of other men, would be called death. even as to the caterpillar, in all probability, the caterpillar dies, and he either, which is most probable, does not see (or, at all events, does not see the connection between the caterpillar and) the butterfly, the beautiful psyche of the greeks. [sidenote: happiness made perfect] those who in this life love in perfection, if such there be, in proportion as their love has no struggles, see god darkly and through a veil. for when duty and pleasure are absolutely co-incident, the very nature of our organisation necessitates that duty will be contemplated as the symbol of pleasure, instead of pleasure being (as in a future life we have faith it will be) the symbol of duty. for herein lies the distinction between human and angelic happiness. humanly happy i call him who in enjoyment _finds_ his duty; angelically happy he, who seeks and finds his duty in enjoyment. happiness in general may be defined, not the aggregate of pleasurable sensations--for this is either a dangerous error and the creed of sensualists, or else a mere translation or wordy paraphrase--but the state of that person who, in order to enjoy his nature in the highest manifestation of conscious _feeling_, has no need of doing wrong, and who, in order to do right, is under no necessity of abstaining from enjoyment. [_vide life of s. t. c._, by james gillman, , pp. - .] [sidenote: thought and things] thought and reality are, as it were, two distinct corresponding sounds, of which no man can say positively which is the voice and which the echo. oh, the beautiful fountain or natural well at upper stowey! the images of the weeds which hung down from its sides appear as plants growing up, straight and upright, among the water-weeds that really grow from the bottom of the well, and so vivid was the image, that for some moments, and not till after i had disturbed the water, did i perceive that their roots were not neighbours, and they side-by-side companions. so ever, then i said, so are the happy man's thoughts and things, [or in the language of the modern philosophers] his ideas and impressions. [sidenote: superstition] the two characteristics which i have most observed in roman catholic mummery processions, baptisms, etc., are, first, the immense _noise_ and jingle-jingle as if to frighten away the dæmon common-sense; and, secondly, the unmoved, stupid, uninterested faces of the conjurers. i have noticed no exception. is not the very nature of superstition in general, as being utterly sensuous, _cold_ except where it is _sensual_? hence the older form of idolatry, as displayed in the greek mythology, was, in some sense, even preferable to the popish. for whatever life did and could exist in superstition it brought forward and sanctified in its rites of bacchus, venus, etc. the papist by pretence of suppression warps and denaturalises. in the pagan [ritual, superstition] burnt with a bright flame, in the popish it consumes the soul with a smothered fire that stinks in darkness and smoulders like gum that burns but is incapable of light. [sidenote: illusion sunday midnight, may , ] at the treasury, la valetta, malta, in the room the windows of which directly face the piazzas and vast saloon built for the archives and library and now used as the garrison ball-room, sitting at one corner of a large parallelogram table well-littered with books, in a red arm-chair, at the other corner of which (diagonally) {_c}[rec]^d mr. dennison had been sitting--he and i having conversed for a long time, he bade me good night, and retired--i meaning to retire too, however sunk for five minutes or so into a doze and on suddenly awaking up i saw him as distinctly sitting in the chair, as i had, really, some ten minutes before. i was startled, and thinking of it, sunk into a second doze, out of which awaking as before i saw again the same appearance; not more distinct indeed, but more of his form--for at the first time i had seen only his face and bust--but now i saw as much as i could have seen if he had been really there. the appearance was very nearly that of a person seen through thin smoke distinct indeed, but yet a sort of distinct _shape_ and _colour_, with a diminished sense of _substantiality_--like a face in a clear stream. my nerves had been violently agitated yesterday morning by the attack of three dogs as i was mounting the steps of captain pasley's door--two of them savage bedouins, who wounded me in the calf of my left leg. i have noted this down, not three minutes having intervened since the illusion took place. often and often i have had similar experiences and, therefore, resolved to write down the particulars whenever any new instance should occur, as a weapon against superstition, and an explanation of ghosts--banquo in "macbeth" the very same thing. i once told a lady the reason why i did not believe in the existence of ghosts, etc., was that i had seen too many of them myself. n.b. there were on the table a common black wine-bottle, a decanter of water, and, between these, one of the half-gallon glass flasks which sir g. beaumont had given me (four of these full of port), the cork in, covered with leather, and having a white plated ring on the top. i mention this because since i wrote the former pages, on blinking a bit a third time, and opening my eyes, i clearly _detected_ that this high-shouldered hypochondriacal bottle-man had a great share in producing the effect. the metamorphosis was clearly beginning, though i snapped the spell before it had assumed a recognisable form. the red-leather arm-chair was so placed at the corner that the flask was exactly between me and it--and the lamp being close to my corner of the large table, and not giving much light, the chair was rather obscure, and the brass nails where the leather was fastened to the outward wooden rim reflecting the light more copiously were seen almost for themselves. what if instead of immediately checking the sight, and then pleased with it as a philosophical _case_, i had been frightened and encouraged it, and my understanding had joined _its vote_ to that of my senses? my own shadow, too, on the wall not far from mr. d.'s chair--the white paper, the sheet of harbour reports lying spread out on the table on the other side of the bottles--influence of mere colour, influence of shape--wonderful coalescence of scattered colours at distances, and, then, all going to some one shape, and the modification! likewise i am more convinced by repeated observation that, perhaps, always in a very minute degree but assuredly in certain states and postures of the eye, as in drowsiness, in the state of the brain and nerves after distress or agitation, especially if it had been accompanied by weeping, and in many others, we see our own faces, and project them according to the distance given them by the degree of indistinctness--that this may occasion in the highest degree the wraith (_vide_ a hundred scotch stories, but better than all, wordsworth's most wonderful and admirable poem, peter bell, when he sees his own figure), and, still oftener, that it facilitates the formation of a human face out of some really present object, and from the alteration of the distance among other causes never suspected as the occasion and substratum. s. t. c. n.b.--this is a valuable note, re-read by me, tuesday morning, may . [compare _table talk_ for january and may , , bell & co., , pp. , - . see, too, _the friend_, first landing place essay, iii., _coleridge's works_, harper & brothers, , ii. - .] [sidenote: for the "soother in absence"] mem. always to bear in mind that profound sentence of leibnitz that men's intellectual errors consist chiefly in _denying_. what they _affirm_ with _feeling_ is, for the most part, right--if it be a real affirmation, and not affirmative in form, negative in reality. as, for instance, when a man praises the french stage, meaning and implying his dislike of shakspere [and the elizabethan dramatists]. "facts--stubborn facts! none of your theory!" a most entertaining and instructive essay might be written on this text, and the sooner the better. trace it from the most absurd credulity--_e.g._, in fracastorius' _de sympathiâ_, cap. i. and the alchemy book--even to that of your modern agriculturists, relating their own facts and swearing against each other like ships' crews. o! it is the relation of the facts--not the facts, friend! speculative men are wont to be condemned by the general. but who more speculative then sir walter raleigh, and _he_, even he, brought the potato to europe. good heavens! let me never eat a roasted potato without dwelling on it, and detailing its train of consequences. likewise, too, _dubious_ to the philosopher, but to be clapped chorally by the commercial world, he, this mere wild speculatist, introduced tobacco. for a nation to make peace only because it is tired of war, and, as it were, in order just to take breath, is in direct subversion of the end and object of the war which was its sole justification. 'tis like a poor way-sore foot traveller getting up behind a coach that is going the contrary way to his. the eye hath a two-fold power. it is, verily, a window through which you not only look _out_ of the house, but can look into it too. a statesman and diplomatist should for this reason always wear spectacles. worldly men gain their purposes with worldly men by that instinctive belief in sincerity. hence (nothing immediately and passionately contradicting it) the effect of the "with unfeigned esteem," "entire devotion," and the other smooth phrases in letters, all, in short, that sea-officers call _oil_, and of which they, with all their bluntness, well understand the use. the confusion of metaphor with reality is one of the fountains of the many-headed nile of credulity, which, overflowing its banks, covers the world with miscreations and reptile monsters, and feeds by its many mouths the sea of blood. a ready command of a limited number of words is but a playing cat-cradle dexterously with language. plain contra-reasoning may be compared with boxing with fists. controversy with boxing is the cestus, that is, the lead-loaded glove, like the pugilists in the Æneid. but the stiletto! the envenomed stiletto is here. what worse? (a germanism) yes! the poisoned italian glove of mock friendship. the more i reflect, the more exact and close appears to me the analogy between a watch and watches, and the conscience and consciences of men, on the one hand, and that between the sun and motion of the heavenly bodies in general and the reason and goodness of the supreme on the other. never goes quite right any one, no two go exactly the same; they derive their dignity and use as being substitutes and exponents of heavenly motions, but still, in a thousand instances, they are and must be our instructors by which we must act, in practice presuming a coincidence while theoretically we are aware of incalculable variations. one lifts up one's eyes to heaven, as if to seek there what one had lost on earth--eyes, whose half-beholdings through unsteady tears gave shape, hue, distance to the inward dream. [sidenote: great men the criterion of national worth] schiller, disgusted with kotzebuisms, deserts from shakspere! what! cannot we condemn a counterfeit and yet remain admirers of the original? this is a sufficient proof that the first admiration was not sound, or founded on sound distinct perceptions [or, if sprung from], a sound feeling, yet clothed and manifested to the consciousness by false ideas. and now the french stage is to be re-introduced. o germany! germany! why this endless rage for novelty? why this endless looking out of thyself? but stop, let me not fall into the pit against which i was about to warn others. let me not confound the discriminating character and genius of a nation with the conflux of its individuals in cities and reviews. let england be sir philip sidney, shakspere, milton, bacon, harrington, swift, wordsworth; and never let the names of darwin, johnson, hume, _fur_ it over. if these, too, must be england let them be another england; or, rather, let the first be old england, the spiritual, platonic old england, and the second, with locke at the head of the philosophers and pope [at the head] of the poets, together with the long list of priestleys, paleys, hayleys, darwins, mr. pitts, dundasses, &c., &c., be the representatives of commercial great britain. these have [indeed] their merits, but are as alien to me as the mandarin philosophers and poets of china. even so leibnitz, lessing, voss, kant, shall be _germany_ to me, let whatever coxcombs rise up, and _shrill_ it away in the grasshopper vale of reviews. and so shall dante, ariosto, giordano bruno, be my italy; cervantes my spain; and o! that i could find a france for my love. but spite of pascal, madame guyon and molière, france is my babylon, the mother of whoredoms in morality, philosophy and taste. the french themselves feel a foreignness in these writers. how indeed is it possible at once to _love_ pascal and voltaire? [sidenote: an intellectual purgatory tuesday morning, may , ] with any distinct remembrance of a past life there could be no fear of death as death, no idea even of death! now, in the next state, to meet with the luthers, miltons, leibnitzs, bernouillis, bonnets, shaksperes, etc., and to live a longer and better life, the good and wise entirely among the good and wise, might serve as a step to break the abruptness of an immediate heaven? but it must be a human life; and though the faith in a hereafter would be more firm, more undoubting, yet, still, it must not be a sensuous remembrance of a death passed over. no! [it would be] something like a dream that you had not died, but had been taken off; in short, the real events with the obscurity of a dream, accompanied with the notion that you had never died, but that death was yet to come. as a man who, having walked in his sleep, by rapid openings of his eyes--too rapid to be observable by others or rememberable by himself--sees and remembers the whole of his path, mixing it with many fancies _ab intra_, and, awaking, remembers, but yet as a dream. [sidenote: of first loves] 'tis one source of mistakes concerning the merits of poems, that to those read in youth men attribute all that praise which is due to poetry in general, merely considered as select language in metre. (little children should not be taught verses, in my opinion; better not to let them set eyes on verse till they are ten or eleven years old.) now, poetry produces two kinds of pleasure, one for each of the two master-movements and impulses of man, the gratification of the love of variety, and the gratification of the love of uniformity--and that by a recurrence delightful as a painless and yet exciting act of memory--tiny breezelets of surprise, each one destroying the ripplets which the former had made--yet all together keeping the surface of the mind in a bright dimple-smile. so, too, a hatred of vacancy is reconciled with the love of rest. these and other causes often make [a first acquaintance with] poetry an overpowering delight to a lad of feeling, as i have heard poole relate of himself respecting edwin and angelina. but so it would be with a man bred up in a wilderness by unseen beings, who should yet converse and discourse rationally with him--how beautiful would not the first other man appear whom he saw and knew to be a man by the resemblance to his own image seen in the clear stream; and would he not, in like manner, attribute to the man all the divine attributes of humanity, though, haply, he should be a very ordinary, or even a most ugly man, compared with a hundred others? many of us who have felt this with respect to women have been bred up where few are to be seen; and i acknowledge that, both in persons and in poems, it is well _on the whole_ that we should retain our first love, though, alike in both cases, evils have happened as the consequence. [sidenote: the maddening rain august , ] the excellent fable of the maddening rain i have found in drayton's "moon calf," most miserably marred in the telling! vastly inferior to benedict fay's latin exposition of it, and that is no great thing. _vide_ his lucretian poem on the newtonian system. never was a finer tale for a satire, or, rather, to conclude a long satirical poem of five or six hundred lines. [for excellent use of this fable, see _the friend_, no. , june , , _coleridge's works_, harper & brothers, ii. , .] [sidenote: sentiments below morals] pasley remarked last night ( nd august ), and with great precision and originality, that men themselves, in the present age, were not so much degraded as their sentiments. this is most true! almost all men nowadays act and feel more nobly than they think--yet still the vile, cowardly, selfish, calculating ethics of paley, priestley, locke, and other erastians do woefully influence and determine our course of action. [sidenote: time and eternity] o the complexities of the ravel produced by time struggling with eternity! _a_ and _b_ are different, and eternity or duration makes them one--this we call modification--the principle of all greatness in finite beings, the principle of all contradiction and absurdity. [sidenote: the passion for the mot propre august , saturday] it is worthy notice (shewn in the phrase "i envy him such and such a thing," meaning only, "i regret i cannot share with him, have the same as he, without depriving him of it, or any part of it,") the instinctive passion in the mind for a _one word_ to express _one act_ of feeling--[one] that is, in which, however complex in reality, the mind is _conscious_ of no discursion and synthesis _a posteriori_. on this instinct rest all the improvements (and, on the habits formed by this instinct and [the] knowledge of these improvements, vanity rears all the apuleian, apollonian, etc., etc., corruptions) of style. even so with our johnson. [sidenote: bulls of action] there are _bulls_ of action equally as of thought, [for] (not to allude to the story of the irish labourer who laid his comrade all his wages that he would not carry him down in his hod from the top to the bottom of a high house, down the ladder) the feeling of vindictive honour in duelling, and the feudal revenges anterior to duelling, formed a true bull; for they were superstitious christians, knew it was wrong, and yet knew it was right--they would be damned deservedly if they did, and, if they did not, they thought themselves deserving of being damned. [sidenote: pseudo-poets] the pseudo-poets campbell, rogers, etc., both by their writings and moral character tend to bring poetry into disgrace, and, but that men in general are the slaves of the same wretched infirmities, they would [set their seal on this disgrace,] and it would be well. the true poet could not smother the sacred fire ("his heart burnt within him and he spake"), and wisdom would be justified by her children. but the false poet--that is, the no-poet--finding poetry in contempt among the many, of whose praise, whatever he may affirm, he is alone ambitious, would be prevented from scribbling. [sidenote: landing places] the progress of human intellect from earth to heaven is not a jacob's ladder, but a geometrical staircase with five or more landing-places. that on which we stand enables us to see clearly and count all below us, while that or those above us are so transparent for our eyes that they appear the canopy of heaven. we do not see them, and believe ourselves on the highest. ["among my earliest impressions i still distinctly remember that of my first entrance into the mansion of a neighbouring baronet, awefully known to me by the name of the great house [escot, near ottery st. mary, devon].... beyond all other objects i was most struck with the magnificent staircase, relieved at well-proportioned intervals by spacious landing-places.... my readers will find no difficulty in translating these forms of the outward senses into their intellectual analogies, so as to understand the purport of _the friend's_ landing-places." _the friend_, "the landing-place," essay iv. _coleridge's works_, harper & brothers, , ii. , .] [sidenote: william browne of ottery] in the _threnæ_ or funeral songs and elegies of our old poets, i am often impressed with the idea of their resemblance to hired weepers in rome and among the irish, where he who howled the loudest and most wildly was the most capital mourner and was at the head of his trade. so [too] see william browne's elegy on prince henry (_britt. past. songs_ v.), whom, perhaps, he never spoke to. yet he is a dear fellow, and i love him, that w. browne who died at ottery, and with whose family my own is united, or, rather, connected and acquainted. [colonel james coleridge, the poet's eldest surviving brother and henry langford browne of combe-satchfield married sisters, frances and dorothy taylor, whose mother was one of five co-heiresses of richard duke of otterton. it is uncertain whether a william browne of ottery st. mary, who died in , was the author of _the shepherd's pipe_ and _britannia's pastorals_. two beautiful inscriptions on a tomb in st. stephen's chapel in the collegiate church of st. mary ottery, were, in southey's opinion (doubtless at coleridge's suggestion), composed by the poet william browne.] [sidenote: "ascend a step in choosing a friend" talmud] god knows! that at times i derive a comfort even from my infirmities, my sins of omission and commission, in the joy of the deep feeling of the opposite virtues in the two or three whom i love in my heart of hearts. sharp, therefore, is the pain when i find faults in these friends opposite to my virtues. i find no comfort in the notion of average, for i wish to love even more than to be beloved, and am so haunted by the conscience of my many failings that i find an unmixed pleasure in esteeming and admiring, but, as the recipient of esteem or admiration, i feel as a man, whose good dispositions are still alive, feels in the enjoyment of a _darling_ property on a doubtful title. my instincts are so far dog-like that i love beings superior to myself better than my equals. but the notion of inferiority is so painful to me that i never, in common life, feel a man my inferior except by after-reflection. what seems vanity in me is in great part attributable to this feeling. but of this hereafter. i will cross-examine myself. [sidenote: a caution to posterity] there are actions which left undone mark the greater man; but to have done them does not imply a bad or mean man. such, for instance, are martial's compliments of domitian. so may we praise milton without condemning dryden. by-the-bye, we are all too apt to forget that contemporaries have not the same _wholeness_, and _fixedness_ in their notions of persons' characters, that we their posterity have. they can _hope_ and _fear_ and _believe_ and _disbelieve_. we make up an ideal which, like the fox or lion in the fable, never changes. [sidenote: for the "soother in absence"] i have several times seen the stiletto and the rosary come out of the same pocket. a man who marries for love is like a frog who leaps into a well. he has plenty of water but then he cannot get out. [not until national ruin is imminent will ministers contemplate the approach of national danger]; as if judgment were overwhelmed like belgic towns in the sea, and showed its towers only at dead low water. the superiority of the genus to the particular may be illustrated by music. how infinitely more perfect in passion and its transition than even poetry, and poetry again than painting! and yet how marvellous is genius in all its implements! [compare _table talk_, july , . h. n. c. _foot-note_. bell & co., , p. .] those only who feel no originality, no consciousness of having received their thoughts and opinions from immediate inspiration are anxious to be thought original. the certainty, the feeling that he is right, is enough for the man of genius, and he rejoices to find his opinions plumed and winged with the authority of several forefathers. the water-lily in the midst of the lake is equally refreshed by the rain, as the sponge on the sandy sea-shore. in the next world the souls of dull good men serve for bodies to the souls of the shaksperes and miltons, and in the course of a few centuries, when the soul can do without its vehicle, the bodies will by advantage of good company have refined themselves into souls fit to be clothed with like bodies. how much better it would be, in the house of commons, to have everything that is, and by the spirit of english freedom must be legal, legal and open! the reporting, for instance, should be done by shorthandists appointed by government. there are, i see, weighty arguments on the other side, but are they not to be got over? co-arctation is not a bad phrase for that narrowing in of breadth on both sides as in my interpolation of schiller. "and soon the narrowing line of day-light that ran after the closing door was gone." _piccolomini_, ii. sc. , _p.w._, p. . [sidenote: the devil with a memory the first sinner] in order not to be baffled by the infinite ascent of the heavenly angels, the devil feigned that all (the [greek: tagathon], that is, god himself included) sprang from nothing. and now he has a pretty task to multiply, without paper or slate, the exact number of all the animalcules, and the eggs and embryos of each planet, by some other, and the product by a third and that product by a fourth, and he is not to stop till he has gone through the planets of half the universe, the number of which being infinite, it is considered by the devils in general a great puzzle. a dream in a doze. [sidenote: the sun of righteousness] a bodily substance, an unborrowed self--god in god immanent! the eternal word! that goes forth yet remains! crescent and full and wane, yet ever entire and one, it dawns, and sets, and crowns the height of heaven. at the same time, the dawning and setting sun, at the same time the zodiac--while each, in its own hour, boasts and beholds the exclusive presence, a peculiar orb, each the great traveller's inn, yet still the unmoving sun-- great genial agent in all finite souls; and by that action puts on finiteness, absolute infinite, whose dazzling robe flows in rich folds, and plays in shooting hues of infinite finiteness. [sidenote: for the "soother in absence." syracuse, september , ] i was standing gazing at the starry heaven, and said, "i will go to bed, the next star that shoots." observe this, in counting fixed numbers previous to doing anything, and deduce from man's own unconscious acknowledgment man's _dependence_ on something more apparently and believedly subject to regular and certain laws than his own will and reason. to wordsworth in the progression of spirit, once simonides, or empedocles, or both in one-- "oh! that my spirit, purged by death of its weaknesses, which are, alas! my identity, might flow into thine, and live and act in thee and be thine!" death, first of all, eats of the tree of life and becomes immortal. describe the frightful metamorphosis. he weds the hamadryad of the tree [and begets a twy-form] progeny. this in the manner of dante. sad drooping children of a wretched parent are those yellowing leaflets of a broken twig, broke ere its june. we are not inert in the grave. st. paul's corn in the ground proves this scripturally, and the growth of infants in their sleep by natural analogy. what, then, if our spiritual growth be in proportion to the length and depth of the sleep! with what mysterious grandeur does not this thought invest the grave, and how poor compared with this an immediate paradise! i awake and find my beloved asleep, gaze upon her by the taper that feebly illumines the darkness, then fall asleep by her side; and we both awake together for _good_ and _all_ in the broad daylight of heaven. forget not to impress as often and as manifoldly as possible the _totus in omni parte_ of truth, and its consequent interdependence on co-operation and, _vice versâ_, the fragmentary character of action, and its absolute dependence on society, a majority, etc. the blindness to this distinction creates fanaticism on one side, alarm and prosecution on the other. jacobins or soul-gougers. it is an interesting fact or fable that the stork (the emblem of filial or conjugal piety) never abides in a monarchy. commend me to the irish architect who took out the foundation-stone to repair the roof. knox and the other reformers were _scopæ viarum_--that is, highway besoms. the pine tree blasted at the top was applied by swift to himself as a prophetic emblem of his own decay. the chestnut is a fine shady tree, and its wood excellent, were it not that it dies away at the _heart_ first. alas! poor me! [sidenote: taste, an ethical quality] modern poetry is characterised by the poets' _anxiety_ to be always striking. there is the same march in the greek and latin poets. claudian, who had powers to have been anything--observe in him this anxious, craving vanity! every line, nay, every word, stops, looks full in your face, and asks and _begs_ for praise! as in a chinese painting, there are no distances, no perspective, but all is in the foreground; and this is nothing but vanity. i am pleased to think that, when a mere stripling, i had formed the opinion that true taste was virtue, and that bad writing was bad feeling. [sidenote: a plea for poetic license] the desire of carrying things to a greater height of pleasure and admiration than, _omnibus trutinatis_, they are susceptible of, is one great cause of the corruption of poetry. both to understand my own reasoning and to communicate it, ponder on catullus' hexameters and pentameters, his "_numine abusum homines_" [carmen, lxxvi. ] [and similar harsh expressions]. it is not whether or no the very same ideas expressed with the very same force and the very same naturalness and simplicity in the versification of ovid and tibullus, would not be still more delightful (though even that, for any number of poems, may well admit a doubt), but whether it is _possible_ so to express them and whether, in every attempt, the result has not been to substitute manner for matter, and point that will not bear reflection (so fine that it breaks the moment you try it) for genuine sense and true feeling, and, lastly, to confine both the subjects, thoughts, and even words of poetry within a most beggarly cordon. _n.b._--the same criticism applies to metastasio, and, in pope, to his quaintness, perversion, unnatural metaphors, and, still more, the cold-blooded use, for artifice or connection, of language justifiable only by enthusiasm and passion. [sidenote: richardson] i confess that it has cost, and still costs, my philosophy some exertion not to be vexed that i must admire, aye, greatly admire, richardson. his mind is so very vile a mind, so oozy, hypocritical, praise-mad, canting, envious, concupiscent! but to understand and draw _him_ would be to produce a work almost equal to his own; and, in order to do this, "_down, proud heart, down_" (as we teach little children to say to themselves, bless them!), all hatred down! and, instead thereof, charity, calmness, a heart fixed on the good part, though the understanding is surveying all. richardson felt truly the defect of fielding, or what was not his excellence, and made that his _defect_--a trick of uncharitableness often played, though not exclusively, by contemporaries. fielding's talent was observation, not meditation. but richardson was not philosopher enough to know the difference--say, rather, to understand and develop it. [sidenote: his need of external solace] o there are some natures which under the most cheerless all-threatening nothing-promising circumstances can draw hope from the invisible, as the tropical trees that in the sandy desolation produce their own lidded vessels full of the waters from air and dew! alas! to my root not a drop trickles down but from the watering-pot of immediate friends. and, even so, it seems much more a sympathy with their feeling rather than hope of my own. so should i feel sorrow, if allston's mother, whom i have never seen, were to die? [sidenote: minute criticism] stoddart passes over a poem as one of those tiniest of tiny night-flies runs over a leaf, casting its shadow, three times as long as itself, yet only just shading one, or at most two letters at a time. [sidenote: dr. price] a maidservant of mrs. clarkson's parents had a great desire to hear dr. price, and accordingly attended his congregation. on her return, being asked "well, what do you think?" &c., "ai--i," replied she, "there was neither the poor nor the gospel." excellent that on the fine _respectable_ attendants of unitarian chapels, and the moonshine, heartless head-work of the sermons. [sidenote: a _document humain_] the mahogany tables, all, but especially the large dining-table, [marked] with the segments of circles (deep according to the passion of the dice-box plunger), chiefly half-circles, o the anger and spite with which many have been thrown! it is truly a written history of the fiendish passion of gambling. oct. , . newmarket. [sidenote: pindar] the odes of pindar (with few exceptions, and these chiefly in the shorter ones) seem by intention to die away by soft gradations into a languid interest, like most of the landscapes of the great elder painters. modern ode-writers have commonly preferred a continued rising of interest. [sidenote: "one music as before, but vaster"] the shattering of long and deep-rooted associations always places the mind in an angry state, and even when our own understandings have effected the revolution, it still holds good, only we apply the feeling to and against our former faith and those who still hold it--[a tendency] shown in modern infidels. great good, therefore, of such revolution as alters, not by exclusion, but by an enlargement that includes the former, though it places it in a new point of view. [sidenote: to allston] after the formation of a new acquaintance, found, by some weeks' or months' unintermitted communion, worthy of all our esteem, affection and, perhaps, admiration, an intervening absence, whether we meet again or only write, raises it into friendship, and encourages the modesty of our nature, impelling us to assume the language and express all the feelings of an established attachment. [sidenote: morbid sentiment] the _thinking_ disease is that in which the feelings, instead of embodying themselves in _acts_, ascend and become materials of general reasoning and intellectual pride. the dreadful consequences of this perversion [may be] instanced in germany, _e.g._, in fichte _versus_ kant, schelling _versus_ fichte and in verbidigno [wordsworth] _versus_ s. t. c. ascent where nature meant descent, and thus shortening the process--viz., _feelings_ made the subjects and tangible substance of thought, instead of actions, realizations, _things done_, and as such externalised and remembered. on such meagre diet as feelings, evaporated embryos in their progress to _birth_, no moral being ever becomes healthy. [sidenote: "phantoms of sublimity"] empires, states, &c., may be beautifully illustrated by a large clump of coal placed on a fire--russia, for instance--or of small coal moistened, and by the first action of the heat of any government not absolutely lawless, formed into a cake, as the northern nations under charlemagne--then a slight impulse from the fall of accident, or the hand of patriotic foresight, splits [the one] into many, and makes each [fragment] burn with its own flame, till at length all burning equally, it becomes again one by universal similar action--then burns low, cinerises, and without accession of rude materials goes out. [sidenote: a mild winter] winter slumbering soft, seemed to smile at visions of buds and blooms, and dreamt so livelily of spring, that his stern visage had relaxed and softened itself into a dim likeness of his dream. the soul of the vision breathed through and lay like light upon his face. but, heavens! what an outrageous day of winter this is and has been! terrible weather for the last two months, but this is horrible! thunder and lightning, floods of rain, and volleys of hail, with such frantic winds. december . [this note was written when s. t. c. was staying with wordsworth at the hall farm, coleorton.] [sidenote: moonlight gleams and massy glories] in the first [entrance to the wood] the spots of moonlight of the wildest outlines, not unfrequently approaching so near to the shape of man and the domestic animals most attached to him as to be easily confused with them by fancy and mistaken by terror, moved and started as the wind stirred the branches, so that it almost seemed like a flight of recent spirits, sylphs and sylphids dancing and capering in a world of shadows. once, when our path was over-canopied by the meeting boughs, as i halloed to those a stone-throw behind me, a sudden flash of light dashed down, as it were, upon the path close before me, with such rapid and indescribable effect that my life seemed snatched away from me--not by terror but by the whole attention being suddenly and unexpectedly seized hold of--if one could conceive a violent blow given by an unseen hand, yet without pain or local sense of injury, of the weight falling here or there, it might assist in conceiving the feeling. this i found was occasioned by some very large bird, who, scared by my noise, had suddenly flown upward, and by the spring of his feet or body had driven down the branch on which he was aperch. footnotes: [footnote b: when instead of the general feeling of the lifeblood in its equable individual motion, and the consequent wholeness of the one feeling of the skin, we feel as if a heap of ants were running over us--_the one_ corrupting into _ten thousand_--so in _araneosis_, instead of the one view of the air, or blue sky, a thousand specks, etc., dance before the eye. the metaphor is as just as, of a metaphor, anyone has a right to claim, but it is clumsily expressed.] [footnote c: i have the same anxiety for my friend now in england as for myself, that is to be, or may be, two months hence.] [footnote d: "a prison so constructed that the inspector can see each of the prisoners at all times without being seen by them."] chapter v _september --december _ alas! for some abiding-place of love, o'er which my spirit, like the mother dove, might brood with warming wings! s. t. c. [sidenote: dreams and shadows] i had a confused shadow rather than an image in my recollection, like that from a thin cloud, as if the idea were descending, though still in some measureless height. as when the taper's white cone of flame is seen double, till the eye moving brings them into one space and then they become one--so did the idea in my imagination coadunate with your present form soon after i first gazed upon you. and in life's noisiest hour there whispers still the ceaseless love of thee, the heart's self-solace and soliloquy. you mould my hopes, you fashion me within, and to the leading love-throb in my heart through all my being, all my pulses beat. you lie in all my many thoughts like light, like the fair light of dawn, or summer light, on rippling stream, or cloud-reflecting lake-- and looking to the heaven that beams above you, how do i bless the lot that made me love you! [sidenote: knowledge and understanding] in all processes of the understanding the shortest way will be discovered the last and this, perhaps, while it constitutes the great advantage of having a teacher to put us on the shortest road at the first, yet sometimes occasions a difficulty in the comprehension, inasmuch as the longest way is more near to the existing state of the mind, nearer to what if left to myself, on starting the thought, i should have thought next. the shortest way gives me the _knowledge_ best, but the longest makes me more _knowing_. [sidenote: partisans and renegades] when a party man talks as if he hated his country, saddens at her prosperous events, exults in her disasters and yet, all the while, is merely hating the opposite party, and would himself feel and talk as a patriot were he in a foreign land [_he_ is a party man]. the true monster is he (and such alas! there are in these monstrous days, "vollendeter sündhaftigkeit"), who abuses his country when out of his country. [sidenote: populace and people] oh the profanation of the sacred word _the people_! every brutal burdett-led mob, assembled on some drunken st. monday of faction, is the people forsooth, and each leprous ragamuffin, like a circle in geometry, is, at once, one and all, and calls its own brutal self, "_us_ the people." and who are the friends of the people? not those who would wish to elevate each of them, or, at least, the child who is to take his place in the flux of life and death, into something worthy of esteem and capable of freedom, but those who flatter and infuriate them, as they _are_. a contradiction in the very thought! for if, really, they are good and wise, virtuous and well-informed, how weak must be the motives of discontent to a truly moral being--but if the contrary, and the motives for discontent proportionably strong, how without guilt and absurdity appeal to them as judges and arbiters? he alone is entitled to a share in the government of all, who has learnt to govern himself. there is but one possible ground of a right of freedom--viz., to understand and revere its duties. [_vide life of s. t. c._, by james gillman, , p. .] [sidenote: for the "soother in absence." may , bristol] how villainously these metallic pencils have degenerated, not only in the length and quantity, but what is far worse, in the _quality_ of the metal! this one appears to have no superiority over the worst sort sold by the maltese shopkeepers. blue sky through the glimmering interspaces of the dark elms at twilight rendered a lovely deep yellow-green--all the rest a delicate blue. the hay-field in the close hard by the farm-house--babe, and totterer little more [than a babe]--old cat with her eyes blinking in the sun and little kittens leaping and frisking over the hay-lines. what an admirable subject for an allston would tycho brahe be, listening with religious awe to the oracular gabble of the idiot, whom he kept at his feet, and used to feed with his own hands! the sun-flower ought to be cultivated, the leaves being excellent fodder, the flowers eminently melliferous, and the seeds a capital food for poultry, none nourishing quicker or occasioning them to lay more eggs. serpentium allapsus timet. quære--_allapse_ of serpents. _horace_.--what other word have we? pity that we dare not saxonise as boldly as our forefathers, by unfortunate preference, latinised. then we should have on-glide, _angleiten_; onlook _anschauen_, etc. i moisten the bread of affliction with the water of adversity. if kings are gods on earth, they are, however, gods of earth. parisatis poisoned one side of the knife with which he carved, and eat of the same joint the next slice unhurt--a happy illustration of affected self-inclusion in accusation. it is possible to conceive a planet without any general atmosphere, but in which each living body has its peculiar atmosphere. to hear and understand, one man joins his atmosphere to that of another, and, according to the sympathies of their nature, the aberrations of sound will be greater or less, and their thoughts more or less intelligible. a pretty allegory might be made of this. two faces, each of a confused countenance. in the eyes of the one, muddiness and lustre were blended; and the eyes of the other were the same, but in them there was a red fever that made them appear more fierce. and yet, methought, the former struck a greater trouble, a fear and distress of the mind; and sometimes all the face looked meek and mild, but the eye was ever the same. [qu. s. t. c. and de quincey?] shadow--its being subsists in shaped and definite nonentity. plain sense, measure, clearness, dignity, grace over all--these made the genius of greece. heu! quam miserum ab illo lædi, de quo non possis queri! eheu! quam miserrimum est ab illo lædi, de quo propter amorem non possis queri! observation from bacon after reading mr. sheridan's speech on ireland: "things will have their first or second agitation; if they be not tossed on the arguments of council, they will be tossed on the waves of fortune." the death of an immortal has been beautifully compared to an indian fig, which at its full height declines its branches to the earth, and there takes root again. the blast rises and falls, and trembles at its height. a passionate woman may be likened to a wet candle spitting flame. to love. it is a duty, nay, it is a religion to that power to shew that, though it makes all things--wealth, pleasure, ambition--worthless, yea, noisome for themselves; yet for _it_self can it produce all efforts, even if only to secure its name from scoffs as the child and parent of slothfulness. works, therefore, of general profit--works of abstruse thought [will be born of love]; activity, and, above all, virtue and chastity [will come forth from his presence]. the moulting peacock, with only two of his long tail-feathers remaining, and those sadly in tatters, yet, proudly as ever, spreads out his ruined fan in the sun and breeze. yesterday i saw seven or eight water-wagtails following a feeding horse in the pasture, fluttering about and hopping close by his hoofs, under his belly, and even so as often to tickle his nostrils with their pert tails. the horse shortens the grass and they get the insects. sic accipite, sic credite, ut mereamini intelligere: fides enim debet præcedere intellectum, ut sit intellectus fidei præmium. _s. august. sermones de verb. dom._ yet should a friend think foully of that wherein the pride of thy spirit's purity is in shrine. o the agony! the agony! nor time nor varying fate, nor tender memory, old or late, nor all his virtues, great though they be, nor all his genius can free his friend's soul from the agony! [so receive, so believe [divine ideas] that ye may earn the right to understand them. for faith should go before understanding, in order that understanding may be the reward of faith.] [greek: hote enthousiasmos epineusin tina theian hechein dokei kai tô mantikô genei plêsiazein.] _strabo geographicus._ though genius, like the fire on the altar, can only be kindled from heaven, yet it will perish unless supplied with appropriate fuel to feed it; or if it meet not with the virtues whose society alone can reconcile it to earth, it will return whence it came, or, at least, lie hid as beneath embers, till some sudden and awakening gust of regenerating grace, [greek: anazôpyrei], rekindles and reveals it anew. [now the inspiration of genius seems to bear the stamp of divine assent, and to attain to something of prophetic strain.] [sidenote: fallings from us, vanishings] i trust you are very happy in your domestic being--very; because, alas! i know that to a man of sensibility and more emphatically if he be a literary man, there is _no_ medium between that and "the secret pang that eats away the heart." ... hence, even in dreams of sleep, the soul never _is_, because it either cannot or dare not be any _one_ thing, but lives in _approaches_ touched by the outgoing pre-existent ghosts of many feelings. it feels for ever as a blind man with his protruded staff dimly through the medium of the instrument by which it pushes off, and in the act of repulsion--(o for the eloquence of shakspere, who alone could feel and yet know how to embody those conceptions with as curious a felicity as the thoughts are subtle!)--as if the finger which i saw with eyes, had, as it were, another finger, invisible, touching me with a ghostly touch, even while i feared the real touch from it. what if, in certain cases, touch acted by itself, co-present with vision, yet not coalescing? then i should see the finger as at a distance, and yet feel a finger touching which was nothing but it, and yet was not it. the two senses cannot co-exist without a sense of causation. the _touch_ must be the effect of that finger [which] i see, and yet it is not yet near to me, and therefore it is not it, and yet it is it. why it is is in an imaginary pre-duplication! _n.b._--there is a passage in the second part of wallenstein expressing, not explaining, the same feeling. "the spirits of great events stride on before the events"--it is in one of the last two or three scenes:-- "as the sun, ere it is risen, sometimes paints its image in the atmosphere, so often do the spirits of great events, stride on before the events." [wallenstein, part ii., act v. sc. . _p. w._, , p. .] [sidenote: the psychology of clerical errors] it is worth noting and endeavouring to detect the law of the mind, by which, in writing earnestly while we are thinking, we omit words necessary to the sense. it will be found, i guess, that we seldom omit the material word, but generally the word by which the mind expresses its modification of the _verbum materiale_. thus, in the preceding page, th line, _medium_ is the _materiale_: that was its own brute, inert sense--but the _no_ is the mind's action, its _use_ of the word. i think this a hint of some value. thus, _the_ is a word in constant combination with the passive or material words; but _to_ is an act of the mind, and i had written _the_ detect instead of _to_ detect. again, when my sense demanded "the" to express a distinct modification of some _verbum materiale_, i remember to have often omitted it in writing. the principle is evident--the mind borrows the _materia_ from without, and is passive with regard to it as the mere subject "stoff"--a simple event of memory takes place; but having the other in itself, the inward having with its sense of security passes for the outward having--or is all memory an anxious act, and thereby suspended by vivid security? or are both reasons the same? or if not, are they consistent, and capable of being co-or sub-ordinated? it will be lucky if some day, after having written on for two or three sheets rapidly and as a first copy, without correcting, i should by chance glance on this note, not having thought at all about it during or before the time of writing; and then to examine every word omitted. [sidenote: bibliological memoranda] to spend half-an-hour in cuthill's shop, examining stephen's _thesaurus_, in order to form an accurate idea of its utilities above scapula, and to examine the _budæo-tusan-constantine_, whether it be the same or as good as constantine, and the comparative merits of constantine with scapula. . to examine bosc relatively to brunck, and to see after the new german _anthologia_. . before i quit town, to buy appendix (either no. or ), _s._ or _s._ what a difference! ten shillings, because the latter, the parma anacreon, is on large paper, green morocco; the former is neat in red morocco, but the type the same. . to have a long morning's ramble with de quincey, first to egerton's, and then to the book haunts. . to see if i can find that arrian with epictetus which i admired so much at mr. leckie's. . to find out d'orville's _daphnis_, and the price. is there no other edition? no cheap german? . to write out the passage from strada's _prolusions_ at cuthill's. . aristotle's works, and to hunt for proclus. . in case of my speedy death, it would answer to buy a £ worth of carefully-chosen books, in order to attract attention to my library and to give accession to the value of books by their co-existing with co-appurtenants--as, for instance, plato, aristotle; plotinus, porphyry, proclus: schoolmen, interscholastic; bacon, hobbes; locke, berkeley; leibnitz, spinoza; kant and the critical fichte, and wissenschaftslehre, schelling, &c. [the first edition of robert constantin's _lexicon græco-lat._ was published at geneva in . a second ed. _post correctiones_ g. budæi et j. tusani, at basle, in .] [sidenote: [greek: panta rhei]] our mortal existence, what is it but a stoppage in the blood of life, a brief eddy from wind or concourse of currents in the ever-flowing ocean of pure activity, who beholds pyramids, yea, alps and andes, giant pyramids, the work of fire that raiseth monuments, like a generous victor o'er its own conquest, the tombstones of a world destroyed! yet these, too, float adown the sea of time, and melt away as mountains of floating ice. [sidenote: distinction in union] has every finite being (or only some) the temptation to become intensely and wholly conscious of its distinctness and, as a result, to be betrayed into the wretchedness of _division_? grosser natures, wholly swallowed up in selfishness which does not rise to self-love, never even acquire that sense of distinctness, while, to others, love is the first step to re-union. it is a by-word that religious enthusiasm borders on and tends to sensuality--possibly because all our powers work together, and as a consequence of striding too vastly up the ladder of existence, a great _round_ of the ladder is omitted, namely, love to some, _eine verschiedene_, of our own kind. then let religion love, else will it not only partake of, instead of being partaken by, and so co-adunated with, the summit of love, but will necessarily include the nadir of love, that is, appetite. hence will it tend to dissensualise its nature into fantastic passions, the idolatry of paphian priestesses. [sidenote: in wonder all philosophy began] time, space, duration, action, active passion passive, activeness, passiveness, reaction, causation, affinity--here assemble all the mysteries known. all is known-unknown, say, rather, _merely_ known. all is unintelligible, and yet locke and the stupid adorers of that _fetish_ earth-clod take all for granted. by the bye, in poetry as well as metaphysics, that which we first meet with in the dawn of our mind becomes ever after _fetish_, to the many at least. blessed he who first sees the morning star, if not the sun, or purpling clouds his harbingers. thence is _fame_ desirable to a great man, and thence subversion of vulgar fetishes becomes a duty. rest, motion! o ye strange locks of intricate simplicity, who shall find the key? he shall throw wide open the portals of the palace of sensuous or symbolical truth, and the holy of holies will be found in the adyta. rest = enjoyment and death. motion = enjoyment and life. o the depth of the proverb, "extremes meet"! [sidenote: in a twinkling of the eye] the "break of the morning"--and from inaction a nation starts up into motion and wide fellow-consciousness! the trumpet of the archangel--and a world with all its troops and companies of generations starts up into a hundredfold expansion, power multiplied into itself cubically by the number of all its possible acts--all the potential springing into power. conceive a bliss from self-conscience, combining with bliss from increase of action; the first dreaming, the latter dead-asleep in a grain of gunpowder--conceive a huge magazine of gunpowder and a flash of lightning awakes the whole at once. what an image of the resurrection, grand from its very inadequacy. yet again, conceive the living, moving ocean--its bed sinks away from under and the whole world of waters falls in at once on a thousand times vaster mass of intensest fire, and the whole prior orbit of the planet's successive revolutions is possessed by it at once (_potentia fit actus_) amid the thunder of rapture. [sidenote: sine qu non] form is factitious being, and thinking is the process; imagination the laboratory in which the thought elaborates essence into existence. a philosopher, that is, a nominal philosopher without imagination, is a _coiner_. vanity, the _froth_ of the molten mass, is his _stuff_, and verbiage the stamp and impression. this is but a deaf metaphor--better say that he is guilty of forgery. he presents the same sort of _paper_ as the honest barterer, but when you carry it to the bank it is found to be drawn to _outis_, _esq._ his words had deposited no forms there, payable at sight--or even at any imaginable _time_ from the date of the draft. [sidenote: solvitur suspiciendo] the sky, or rather say, the æther at malta, with the sun apparently suspended in it, the eye seeming to pierce beyond and, as it were, behind it--and, below, the æthereal sea, so blue, so _ein zerflossenes_, the substantial image, and fixed real reflection of the sky! o! i could annihilate in a deep moment all possibility of the needle-point, pin's-head system of the _atomists_ by one submissive gaze! [sidenote: a gem of morning] a dewdrop, the pearl of aurora, is indeed a true _unio_. i would that _unio_ were the word for the dewdrop, and the pearl be called _unio marinus_. _ver_, _zer_, and _al_ o for the power to persuade all the writers of great britain to adopt the _ver_, _zer_, and _al_ of the german! why not verboil, zerboil; verrend, zerrend? i should like the very words _verflossen_, _zerflossen_, to be naturalised: and as i looked now feels my soul creative throes, and now all joy, all sense _zerflows_. i do not know, whether i am in earnest or in sport while i recommend this _ver_ and _zer_; that is, i cannot be sure whether i feel, myself, anything ridiculous in the idea, or whether the feeling that seems to imply this be not the effect of my anticipation of and sympathy with the ridicule of, perhaps, all my readers. [sidenote: the lover's humility] to you there are many like me, yet to me there is none like you, and you are always like yourself. there are groves of night-flowers, yet the night-flower sees only the moon. chapter vi _ - _ yea, oft alone, piercing the long-neglected holy cave the haunt obscure of old philosophy, he bade with lifted torch its starry walls sparkle, as erst they sparkled to the flame of odorous lamps tended by saint and sage. s. t. c. [sidenote: inopem me copia fecit] if one thought leads to another, so often does it blot out another. this i find when having lain musing on my sofa, a number of interesting thoughts having suggested themselves, i conquer my bodily indolence, and rise to record them in these books, alas! my only confidants. the first thought leads me on indeed to new ones; but nothing but the faint memory of having had these remains of the other, which had been even more interesting to me. i do not know whether this be an idiosyncrasy, a peculiar disease, of _my_ particular memory--but so it is with _me_--my thoughts crowd each other to death. [sidenote: a neutral pronoun] quære--whether we may not, _nay_ ought not, to use a neutral pronoun relative, or representative, to the word "person," where it hath been used in the sense of _homo_, _mensch_, or noun of the common gender, in order to avoid particularising man or woman, or in order to express either sex indifferently? if this be incorrect in syntax, the whole use of the word person is lost in a number of instances, or only retained by some stiff and strange position of words, as--"not letting the _person_ be aware, _wherein offence has been given_"--instead of--"wherein he or she has offended." in my [judgment] both the specific intention and general _etymon_ of "person" in such sentences, fully authorise the use of _it_ and _which_ instead of he, she, him, her, who, whom. [sidenote: the humble complaint of the lover] if love be the genial sun of human nature, unkindly has he divided his rays [in acting] on me and my beloved! on her hath he poured all his light and splendour, and my being doth he permeate with his invisible rays of heat alone. she shines and is cold like the tropic fire-fly--i, dark and uncomely, would better resemble the cricket in hot ashes. my soul, at least, might be considered as a cricket eradiating the heat which gradually cinerising the heart produces the embers and ashes from among which it chirps out of its hiding-place. n.b.--this put in simple and elegant verse, [would pass] as an imitation of marini, and of too large a part of the madrigals of guarini himself. [sidenote: truth] truth _per se_ is like unto quicksilver, bright, agile, harmless. swallow a pound and it will run through unaltered and only, perhaps, by its weight force down impurities from out the system. but mix and comminute it by the mineral acid of spite and bigotry, and even truth becomes a deadly poison--medicinal only when some other, yet deadlier, lurks in the bones. [sidenote: love the ineffable] o! many, many are the seeings, hearings, of pure love that have a being of their own, and to call them by the names of things unsouled and debased below even their own lowest nature by associations accidental, and of vicious accidents, is _blasphemy_. what seest thou yonder? the lovely countenance of a lovely maiden, fervid yet awe-suffering with devotion--her face resigned to bliss or bale; or a _bit_ of _flesh_; or, rather, that which cannot be seen unless by him whose very seeing is more than an act of mere sight--that which refuses all words, because words being, perforce, generalities do not awake, but really involve associations of other words as well as other thoughts--but that which i see, must be felt, be possessed, in and by its sole self! what! shall the _statuary_ pygmalion of necessity feel this for every part of the insensate marble, and shall the lover pygmalion in contemplating the living statue, the heart-adored maiden, breathing forth in every look, every movement, the genial life imbreathed of god, grovel in the mire and grunt the language of the swinish slaves of the circe, of vulgar generality and still more vulgar association? the polyclete that created the aphrodite [greek: kallipygos], thought in acts, not words--energy divinely languageless--[greek: dia ton logon, ou syn epesi], through _the_ word, not with _words_. and what though it met with imp-fathers and imp-mothers and fiendsips at its christening in its parents' absence! [sidenote: the manufacture of prophesy] one of the causes of superstition, and also of enthusiasm, and, indeed, of all errors in matters of fact, is the great power with which the effect acts upon and modifies the remembrance of its cause, at times even transforming it in the mind. let _a_ have said a few words to _b_, which (by some change and accommodation of them to the event in the mind of _b_) have been remarkably fulfilled; and let _b_ remind _a_ of these words which he (_a_) had spoken, _a_ will instantly forget all his mood, motive, and meaning, at the time of speaking them, nay, remember words he had never spoken, and throw back upon them, from the immediate event, an imagined fulfillment, a prophetic grandeur--himself, in his own faith, a seer of no small inspiration. we yet want the growth of a prophet and self-deceived wonder-worker _step by step_, through all the stages; and, yet, what ample materials exist for a true and nobly-minded psychologist! for, in order to make fit use of these materials, he must love and honour as well as understand human nature--rather, he must love in order to understand it. [sidenote: the captive bird may th, ] o that sweet bird! where is it? it is encaged somewhere out of sight; but from my bedroom at the _courier_ office, from the windows of which i look out on the walls of the lyceum, i hear it at early dawn, often, alas! lulling me to late sleep--again when i awake and all day long. it is in prison, all its instincts ungratified, yet it feels the influence of spring, and calls with unceasing melody to the loves that dwell in field and greenwood bowers, unconscious, perhaps, that it calls in vain. o are they the songs of a happy, enduring day-dream? has the bird hope? or does it abandon itself to the joy of its frame, a living harp of eolus? o that i could do so! assuredly a thrush or blackbird encaged in london is a far less shocking spectacle, its encagement a more venial defect of just feeling, than (which yet one so often sees) a bird in a gay cage in the heart of the country--yea, as if at once to mock both the poor prisoner and its kind mother, nature--in a cage hung up in a tree, where the free birds after a while, when the gaudy dungeon is no longer a scare, crowd to it, perch on the wires, drink the water, and peck up the seeds. but of all birds i most detest to see the nightingale encaged, and the swallow, and the cuckoo. motiveless! monstrous! but the robin! o woes' woe! woe!--he, sweet cock-my-head-and-eye, pert-bashful darling, that makes our kitchen its chosen cage. [sidenote: architecture and climate] if we take into consideration the effect of the climates of the north, _gothic_, in contra-distinction to greek and græco-roman architecture, is rightly so named. take, for instance, a rainy, windy day, or sleet, or a fall of snow, or an icicle-hanging frost, and then compare the total effect of the south european roundnesses and smooth perpendicular surface with the ever-varying angles and meeting-lines of the north-european or gothic styles. [the above is probably a dropped sentence from the report of the first or second lecture of the series. see _coleridge's works_ (harper and brothers, ), iv. - .] [sidenote: neither bond nor free] the demagogues address the lower orders as if they were negroes--as if each individual were an inseparable part of the order, always to remain, _nolens volens_, poor and ignorant. how different from christianity, which for ever calls on us to detach ourselves spiritually not merely from our rank, but even from our body, and from the whole world of sense! [sidenote: the maiden's primer] the one mighty main defect of female education is that everything is taught but reason and the means of retaining affection. this--this--o! it is worth all the rest told ten thousand times:--how to greet a husband, how to receive him, how never to recriminate--in short, the power of pleasurable thoughts and feelings, and the mischief of giving pain, or (as often happens when a husband comes home from a party of old friends, joyous and full of heart) the love-killing effect of cold, dry, uninterested looks and manners. [sidenote: the halfway house wednesday night, may th, ] let me record the following important remark of stuart, with whom i never converse but to receive some distinct and rememberable improvement (and if it be not remembered, it is the defect of my memory--which, alas! grows weaker daily--or a fault from my indolence in not noting it down, as i do this)--that there is a period in a man's life, varying in various men, from thirty-five to forty-five, and operating most strongly in bachelors, widowers, or those worst and miserablest widowers, unhappy husbands, in which a man finds himself at the _top of the hill_, and having attained, perhaps, what he wishes, begins to ask himself, what is all this for?--begins to feel the vanity of his pursuits, becomes half-melancholy, gives in to wild dissipation or self-regardless drinking; and some, not content with these (not _slow_) poisons, destroy themselves, and leave their ingenious female or female-minded friends to fish out some _motive_ for an act which proceeded from a _motive-making_ impulse, which would have acted even without a motive (even as the terror[e] in nightmare is a bodily sensation, and though it most often calls up consonant images, yet, as i know by experience, can take effect equally without any); or, if not so, yet like gunpowder in a smithy, though it will not go off without a spark, is _sure_ to receive one, if not this hour, yet the next. i had _felt_ this truth, but never saw it before clearly: it came upon me at malta under the melancholy, dreadful feeling of finding myself to be _man_, by a distinct division from boyhood, youth, and "young man." dreadful was the feeling--till then life had flown so that i had always been a boy, as it were; and this sensation had blended in all my conduct, my willing acknowledgment of superiority, and, in truth, my meeting every person as a superior at the first moment. yet if men survive this period, they commonly become cheerful again. that is a comfort for mankind, _not for me_! [sidenote: his own genius] my inner mind does not justify the thought that i possess a genius, my _strength_ is so very small in proportion to my power. i believe that i first, from internal feeling, made or gave light and impulse to this important distinction between strength and power, the oak and the tropic annual, or biennial, which grows nearly as high and spreads as large as the oak, but in which the _wood_, the _heart_ is wanting--the vital works vehemently, but the immortal is not with it. and yet, i think, i must have some analogue of genius; because, among other things, when i am in company with mr. sharp, sir j. mackintosh, r. and sydney smith, mr. scarlett, &c. &c., i feel like a child, nay, rather like an inhabitant of another planet. their very faces all act upon me, sometimes, as if they were ghosts, but more often as if i were a ghost among them--at all times as if we were not consubstantial. [sidenote: name it and you break it] "the class that ought to be kept separate from all others"--and this said by one of themselves! o what a confession that it is no longer separated! who would have said this even fifty years ago? it is the howling of ice during a thaw. when there is any just reason for saying this, it ought not to be said, it is already too late. and though it may receive the assent of the people of "the squares and places," yet what does that do, if it be the ridicule of all other classes? [sidenote: the danger of over-blaming] the general experience, or rather supposed experience, prevails over the particular knowledge. so many causes oppose man to man, that he _begins_ by thinking of other men worse than they deserve, and receives his punishment by at last thinking worse of himself than the truth is. [sidenote: excess of self-esteem] expressions of honest self-esteem, in which _self_ was only a diagram of the _genus_, will excite sympathy at the minute, and yet, even among persons who love and esteem you, be remembered and quoted as ludicrous instances of strange self-involution. [sidenote: defect of self-esteem. may , ] those who think lowliest of themselves, perhaps with a _feeling_ stronger than rational comparison would justify, are apt to feel and express undue asperity for the faults and defects of those whom they habitually have looked up to as to their superiors. for placing themselves very low, perhaps too low, wherever a series of experiences, struggled against for a while, have at length convinced the mind that in such and such a moral habit the long-idolised superior is far below even itself, the grief and anger will be in proportion. "if even _i_ could never have done this, o anguish, that _he_, so much my superior, should do it! if even _i_ with all my infirmities have not this defect, this selfishness, that _he_ should have it!" this is the course of thought. men are bad enough; and yet they often think themselves worse than they are, among other causes by a reaction from their own uncharitable thoughts. the poisoned chalice is brought back to our own lips. [sidenote: a practical man] he was grown, and solid from his infancy, like that most _useful_ of domesticated animals, that never runs but with some prudent motive to the mast or the wash-tub and, at no time a slave to the present moment, never even grunts over the acorns before him without a scheming squint and the segment, at least, of its wise little eye cast toward those on one side, which his neighbour is or may be about to enjoy. [sidenote: lucus a non lucendo] quære, whether the high and mighty edinburghers, &c., have not been elevated into guardians and overseers of taste and poetry for much the same reason as st. cecilia was chosen as the guardian goddess of music, because, forsooth, so far from being able to compose or play herself, she could never endure any other instrument than the jew's-harp or scotch bag-pipe? no! too eager recensent! you are mistaken, there is no anachronism in this. we are informed by various antique bas-reliefs that the bag-pipe was well known to the romans, and probably, therefore, that the picts and scots were even then fond of seeking their fortune in other countries. [sidenote: love and music] "love is the spirit of life and music the life of the spirit." q. what is music? a. poetry in its grand sense! passion and order at once! imperative power in obedience! q. what is the first and divinest strain of music? a.--in the intellect--"be able to will that thy maxims (rules of individual conduct) should be the law of all intelligent being!" in the heart, or practical reason, "do unto others as thou wouldst be done by." this in the widest extent involves the test, "love thy neighbour as thyself, and god above all things." for, conceive thy being to be all-including, that is, god--thou knowest that _thou_ wouldest command thyself to be beloved above all things. [for the motto at the head of this note see the lines "ad vilmum axiologum." _p. w._, , p. .] [sidenote: conscience and immortality] from what reasons do i believe in _continuous_ and ever-continuable consciousness? from conscience! not for myself, but for my conscience, that is, my affections and duties towards others, i should have no self--for self is definition, but all boundary implies neighbourhood and is knowable only by neighbourhood or relations. does the understanding say nothing in favour of immortality? it says nothing for or against; but its silence gives consent, and is better than a thousand arguments such as mere understanding could afford. but miracles! "do you speak of them as proofs or as natural consequences of revelation, whose presence is proof only by precluding the disproof that would arise from their absence?" "nay, i speak of them as of positive fundamental proofs." then i dare answer you "miracles in that sense are blasphemies in morality, contradictions in reason. god the truth, the actuality of logic, the very _logos_--he deceive his creatures and demonstrate the properties of a triangle by the confusion of all properties! if a miracle merely means an event before inexperienced, it proves only itself, and the inexperience of mankind. whatever other definition be given of it, or rather attempted (for no other not involving direct contradiction can be given), it is blasphemy. it calls darkness light, and makes ignorance the mother of malignity, the appointed nurse of religion--which is knowledge as opposed to mere calculating and conjectural understanding. seven years ago, but oh! in what happier times--i wrote thus-- o ye hopes! that stir within me! health comes with you from above! god is _with_ me! god is _in_ me! i _cannot_ die: for life is love! and now, that i am alone and utterly hopeless for myself, yet still i love--and more strongly than ever feel that conscience or the duty of love is the proof of continuing, as it is the cause and condition of existing consciousness. how beautiful the harmony! whence could the proof come, so appropriately, so conformly with all nature, in which the cause and condition of each thing is its revealing and infallible prophecy! and for what reason, say, rather, for what cause, do you believe immortality? because i _ought_, therefore i _must_! [the lines "on revisiting the sea-shore," of which the last stanza is quoted, were written in august, . [_p.w._, , p. .] if the note was written exactly seven years after the date of that poem, it must belong to the summer of , when coleridge was living over the _courier_ office in the strand.] [sidenote: the cap of liberty] truly, i hope not irreverently, may we apply to the french nation the scripture text, "from him that hath nothing shall be taken that which he hath"--that is, their pretences to being free, which are the same as nothing. they, the illuminators, the discoverers and sole possessors of the true philosopher's stone! alas! it proved both for them and europe the _lapis infernalis_. [sidenote: vain glory] lord of light and fire? what is the universal of man in all, but especially in savage states? fantastic ornament and, in general, the most frightful deformities--slits in the ears and nose, for instance. what is the solution? man will not be a mere thing of nature: he will be and shew himself a power of himself. hence these violent disruptions of himself from all other creatures! what they are made, that they remain--they are nature's, and wholly nature's. [sidenote: children of a larger growth] try to contemplate mankind as children. these we love tenderly, because they are beautiful and happy; we know that a sweet-meat or a top will transfer their little love for a moment, and that we shall be repelled with a grimace. yet we are not offended. [sidenote: chymical analogies] i am persuaded that the chymical technology, as far as it was borrowed from life and intelligence, half-metaphorically, half-mystically, may be brought back again (as when a man borrows of another a sum which the latter had previously borrowed of him, because he is too polite to remind him of a debt) to the use of psychology in many instances, and, above all, [may be re-adapted to] the philosophy of language, which ought to be experimentative and analytic of the elements of meaning--their double, triple, and quadruple combinations, of simple aggregation or of composition by balance of opposition. thus innocence is distinguished from virtue, and _vice versâ_. in both of them there is a positive, but in each opposite. a decomposition must take place in the first instance, and then a new composition, in order for innocence to become virtue. it loses a positive, and then the base attracts another different positive, by the higher affinity of the same base under a different temperature for the latter. i stated the legal use of the innocent as opposed to mere _not guilty_ (he was not only acquitted, but was proved innocent), only to shew the existence of a _positive_ in the former--by no means as confounding this use of the word with the moral pleasurable feeling connected with it when used of little children, maidens, and those who in mature age preserve this sweet fragrance of vernal life, this mother's gift and so-seldom-kept keepsake to her child, as she sends him forth into the world. the distinction is obvious. law agnizes actions alone, and character only as presumptive or illustrative of particular action as to its guilt or non-guilt, or to the commission or non-commission. but our moral feelings are never pleasurably excited except as they refer to a state of being--and the most glorious actions do not delight us as separate acts, or, rather, facts, but as representatives of the being of the agent--mental stenographs which bring an indeterminate extension within the field of easy and simultaneous vision, diffused being rendered visible by condensation. only for the hero's sake do we exult in the heroic act, or, rather, the act abstracted from the hero would no longer appear to us heroic. not, therefore, solely from the advantage of poets and historians do the deeds of ancient greece and rome strike us into admiration, while we relate the very same deeds of barbarians as matters of curiosity, but because in the former we refer the deed to the individual exaltation of the agent, in the latter only to the physical result of a given state of society. compare the [heroism of that] swiss patriot, with his bundle of spears turned towards his breast, in order to break the austrian pikemen, and that of the mameluke, related to me by sir alexander ball, who, when his horse refused to plunge in on the french line, turned round and _backed_ it on them, with a certainty of death, in order to effect the same purpose. in the former, the state of mind arose from reason, morals, liberty, the sense of the duty owing to the independence of his country, and its continuing in a state compatible with the highest perfection and development; while the latter was predicative only of mere animal habit, ferocity, and unreasoned antipathy to strangers of a different dress and religion. [sidenote: books in the air] if, contrary to my expectations--alas! almost, i fear, to my wishes--i should live, it is my intention to make a catalogue of the greek and latin classics, and of those who, like the author of the _argenis_ [william barclay, - ], and euphormio, fracastorius, flaminius, etc., deserve that name though moderns--and every year to apply all my book-money to the gradual completion of the collection, and buy no other books except german, if the continent should be opened again, except massinger, beaumont and fletcher, and jonson. the two last i have, i believe, but imperfect--indeed, b. and f. worthless, the best plays omitted. it would be a pleasing employment, had i health, to translate the hymns of homer, with a disquisitional attempt to settle the question concerning the _personality_ of homer. such a thing in two volumes, _well done_, by philosophical notes on the mythology of the greeks, distinguishing the sacerdotal from the poetical, and both from the philosophical or allegorical, fairly grown into two octavos, might go a good way, if not all the way, to the bipontine latin and greek classics. [sidenote: a turtle-shell for house-hold tub] i almost fear that the alteration would excite surprise and uneasy contempt in verbidigno's mind (towards one less loved, at least); but had i written the sweet tale of the "blind highland boy," i would have substituted for the washing-tub, and the awkward stanza in which it is specified, the images suggested in the following lines from dampier's travels, vol. i. pp. - :--"i heard of a monstrous green turtle once taken at the port royal, in the bay of campeachy, that was four feet deep from the back to the belly, and the belly six feet broad. captain rock's son, of about nine or ten years of age, went in it as in a boat, on board his father's ship, about a quarter of a mile from the shore." and a few lines before--"the green turtle are so called because their shell is greener than any other. it is very thin and clear, and better clouded than the hawksbill, but 'tis used only for _inlays_, being _extraordinary_ thin." why might not some mariners have left this shell on the shore of loch leven for a while, about to have transported it inland for a curiosity, and the blind boy have found it? would not the incident be in equal keeping with that of the child, as well as the image and tone of romantic uncommonness? ["in deference to the opinion of a friend," this substitution took place. a promise made to sara coleridge to re-instate the washing-tub was, alas! never fulfilled. see _poetical works_ of w. wordsworth, , pp. , and _footnote_.] [sidenote: the tender mercies of the good] tremendous as a mexican god is a strong sense of duty--separate from an enlarged and discriminating mind, and gigantic ally disproportionate to the size of the understanding; and, if combined with obstinacy of self-opinion and indocility, it is the parent of tyranny, a promoter of inquisitorial persecution in public life, and of inconceivable misery in private families. nay, the very virtue of the person, and the consciousness that _it_ is sacrificing its own happiness, increases the obduracy, and selects those whom it best loves for its objects. _eoque immitior quia ipse tolerat_ (not _toleraverat_) is its inspiration and watchword. [sidenote: hints for "the friend"] a nation of reformers looks like a scourer of silver-plate--black all over and dingy, with making things white and brilliant. a joint combination of authors leagued together to declaim for or against liberty may be compared to buffon's collection of smooth mirrors in a vast fan arranged to form one focus. may there not be gunpowder as well as corn set before it, and the latter will not thrive, but become cinders? a good conscience and hope combined are like fine weather that reconciles travel with delight. great exploits and the thirst of honour which they inspire, enlarge states by enlarging hearts. the rejection of the love of glory without the admission of christianity is, truly, human darkness lacking human light. heaven preserve me from the modern epidemic of a proud ignorance! hypocrisy, the deadly crime which, like judas, kisses hell at the lips of redemption. is't then a mystery so great, what god and the man, and the world is? no, but we hate to hear! hence a mystery it remains. the massy misery so prettily hidden with the gold and silver leaf--_bracteata felicitas_. [sidenote: concerning bells] if i have leisure, i may, perhaps, write a wild rhyme on the _bell_, from the mine to the belfry, and take for my motto and chapter of contents, the two distichs, but especially the latter-- laudo deum verum, plebem voco, congrego clerum: defunctos ploro, pestem fugo, festa decoro. funera plango, fulgura frango, sabbata pango: excito lentos, dissipo ventos, paco cruentos. the waggon-horse _celsâ cervice eminens clarumque jactans tintinnabulum_. item, the cattle on the river, and valley of dark pines and firs in the hartz. the army of clotharius besieging sens were frightened away by the bells of st. stephen's, rung by the contrivance of lupus, bishop of orleans. for ringing the largest bell, as a passing-bell, a high price was wont to be paid, because being heard afar it both kept the evil spirits at a greater distance, and gave the chance of the greater number of prayers _pro mortuo_, from the pious who heard it. names of saints were given to bells that it might appear the voice of the saint himself calling to prayer. man will humanise all things. [it is strange that coleridge should make no mention of schiller's "song of the bell," of which he must, at any rate, have heard the title. possibly the idea remained though its source was forgotten. the latin distichs were introduced by longfellow in his "golden legend." of the cow-bells in the hartz he gives the following account in an unpublished letter to his wife. april-may, . "but low down in the valley and in little companies on each bank of the river a multitude of green conical fir-trees, with herds of cattle wandering about almost every one with a cylindrical bell around its neck, of no inconsiderable size. and as they moved, scattered over the narrow vale, and up among the trees of the hill, the noise was like that of a great city in the stillness of the sabbath morning, where all the steeples, all at once are ringing for church. the whole was a melancholy scene and quite new to me."] footnotes: [footnote e: [o heaven, 'twas frightful! now run down and stared at by shapes more ugly than can be remembered-- now seeing nothing and imagining nothing, but only being afraid--stifled with fear! and every goodly, each familiar form had a strange somewhat that breathed terrors on me! (_from my ms. tragedy_ [s. t. c.]) _remorse_, iv. - --but the passage is omitted from _osorio_, act iv. _sq. p. w._, pp. - ]]. chapter vii _ _ o dare i accuse my earthly lot as guilty of my spleen, or call my destiny niggard! o no! no! it is her largeness, and her overflow, which being incomplete, disquieteth me so! s. t. c. [sidenote: a pious aspiration] my own faculties, cloudy as they may be, will be a sufficient direction to me in plain daylight, but my friend's wish shall be the pillar of fire to guide me darkling in my nightly march through the wilderness. [sidenote: thought and attention] thought and attention are very different things. i never expected the former, (viz., _selbst-thätige erzeugung dessen, wovon meine rede war_) from the readers of _the friend_. i did expect the latter, and was disappointed. jan. , . this is a most important distinction, and in the new light afforded by it to my mind, i see more plainly why mathematics cannot be a substitute for logic, much less for metaphysics, that is, transcendental logic, and why, therefore, cambridge has produced so few men of genius and original power since the time of newton. not only it does not call forth the balancing and discriminating power [_that_ i saw long ago] but it requires only _attention,_ not _thought_ or self-production. [sidenote: law and gospel] "the man who squares his conscience by the law" was, formerly, a phrase for a prudent villain, an unprincipled coward. at present the law takes in everything--the things most incongruous with its nature, as the moral motive, and even the feelings of sensibility resulting from accidents of cultivation, novel-reading for instance. if, therefore, _at all_ times, the law would be found to have a much greater influence on the actions of men than men generally suppose, or the agents were themselves conscious of, this influence we must expect to find augmented at the present time in proportion to the encroachments of the law on religion, the moral sense, and the sympathies engendered by artificial rank. examine this and begin, for instance, with reviews, and so on through the common legal immoralities of life, in the pursuits and pleasures of the higher half of the middle classes of society in great britain. [sidenote: catholic reunion] "hence (_i.e._, from servile and thrall-like fear) men came to scan the scriptures by the letter and in the covenant of our redemption magnified the external signs more than the quickening power of the spirit."--milton's _review of church government_, vol. i. p. . it were not an unpleasing fancy, nor one wholly unworthy of a serious and charitable christianity, to derive a shadow of hope for the conversion and purification of the roman apostasy from the conduct and character of st. peter as shadowing out the history of the latin church, whose ruling pastor calls himself the successor of that saint. thus, by proud _humility_, he hazarded the loss of his heavenly portion in objecting to christ's taking upon himself a lowly office and character of a servant (hence the pomps and vanities with which rome has tricked out her bishops, &c.), the eager drawing of the fleshly sword in defence of christ; the denying of christ at the cross (in the apostasy); but, finally, his bitter repentance at the third crowing of the cock (perhaps wickliffe and huss the first, luther the second, and the third yet to come-or, perhaps wickliffe and luther the first, the second may be the present state of humiliation, and the third yet to come). after this her eyes will be opened to the heavenly vision of the universal acceptance of christ of all good men of all sects, that is, that faith is a moral, not an intellectual act. [sidenote: the ideal marriage] on some delightful day in early spring some of my countrymen hallow the anniversary of their marriage, and with love and fear go over the reckoning of the past and the unknown future. the wife tells with half-renewed modesty all the sweet feelings that she disguised and cherished in the courting-time; the man looks with a tear full in his eye and blesses the hour when for the first time (and oh! let it be the last) he spake deep and solemn to a beloved being--"thou art mine and i am thine, and henceforward i shield and shelter [thee] against the world, and thy sorrows shall be my sorrows, and though abandoned by all men, we two will abide together in love and duty." in the holy eloquent solitude where the very stars that twinkle seem to be a _voice_ that suits the dream, a voice of a dream, a voice soundless and yet for the _ear_ not the _eye_ of the soul, when the winged soul passes over vale and mountain, sinks into glens, and then climbs with the cloud, and passes from cloud to cloud, and thence from sun to sun--never is she alone. always one, the dearest, accompanies and even when he melts, diffused in the blue sky, she melts at the same moment into union with the beloved. [sidenote: a superfluous entity] that our religious faiths, by the instincts which lead us to metaphysical investigation, are founded in a practical necessity, not a mere intellectual craving after knowledge, and systematic conjecture, is evinced by the interest which all men take in the questions of future existence, and the being of god; while even among those who are speculative by profession a few phantasts only have troubled themselves with the questions of pre-existence, or with attempts to demonstrate the _posse_ and _esse_ of a devil. but in the latter case more is involved. concerning pre-existence men in general have neither care nor belief; but a devil is taken for granted, and, if we might trust words, with the same faith as a deity--"he neither believes god or devil." and yet, while we are delighted in hearing proofs of the one, we never think of asking a simple question concerning the other. this, too, originates in a practical source. the deity is not a mere solution of difficulties concerning origination, but a truth which spreads light and joy and hope and certitude through all things--while a devil _is_ a mere solution of an enigma, an assumption to silence our uneasiness. that end answered (and most easily are such ends answered), we have no further concern with it. [sidenote: psychology in youth and maturity] the _great change_--that in youth and early manhood we psychologise and with enthusiasm but all out of ourselves, and so far ourselves only as we descry therein some general law. our own self is but the diagram, the triangle which represents all triangles. afterward we pyschologise out of others, and so far as they differ from ourselves. o how hollowly! [sidenote: hail and farewell!] we have been for many years at a great distance from each other, but that may happen with no real breach of friendship. all intervening nature is the _continuum_ of two good and wise men. we are now separated. you have combined arsenic with your gold, sir humphry! you are brittle, and i will rather dine with duke humphry than with you. [sidenote: a genuine "anecdote"] sara coleridge says, on telling me of the universal sneeze produced on the lasses while shaking my carpet, that she wishes my snuff would _grow_, as i sow it so plentifully! [this points to the summer of , the five months spent at greta hall previous to the departure south with basil montagu.] [sidenote: spiritual religion] a thing cannot be one _and_ three at the same time! true! but _time_ does not apply to god. he is neither one in time nor three in time, for he exists not in time at all--the eternal! the truly religious man, when he is not conveying his feelings and beliefs to other men, and does not need the medium of words--o! how little does he find in his religious sense either of form or of number--it is _infinite_! alas! why do we all seek by instinct for a god, a supersensual, but because we feel the insufficiency, the unsubstantiality of all _forms_, and formal being for itself. and shall we explain _a_ by _x_ and then _x_ by _a_--give a soul to the body, and then a body to the soul--_ergo_, a body to the body--feel the weakness of the weak, and call in the strengthener, and then make the very weakness the substratum of the strength? this is worse than the poor indian! even he does not make the tortoise support the elephant, and yet put the elephant under the tortoise! but we are too social, we become in a sort idolaters--for the means we are obliged to use to excite notions of truth in the minds of others we by witchcraft of slothful association impose on ourselves for the truths themselves. our intellectual bank stops payment, and we pass an act by acclamation that hereafter the paper promises shall be the gold and silver itself--and ridicule a man for a dreamer and reviver of antiquated dreams who believes that gold and silver exist. this may do as well in the market, but o! for the universal, for the man himself the difference is woeful. [sidenote: truth] the immense difference between being glad to find truth _it_, and to find _it_ truth! o! i am ashamed of those who praise me! for i know that as soon as i tell them my mind on another subject, they will shrink and abhor me. for not because i enforced a truth were they pleased in the first instance, but because i had supported a favourite notion of theirs which they loved for its and their sake, and therefore would be glad to find it true--not that loving truth they loved this opinion as one of its forms and consequences. the root! the root must be attacked! [sidenote: a time to cry out] among the evils that attend a conscientious author who writes in a corrupt age, is the necessity he is under of exposing himself even to plausible charges of envy, mortified vanity, and, above all, of self-conceit before those whose bad passions would make even the most improbable charges plausible. what _can_ he do? tell the truth, and the whole truth plainly, and with the natural affection which it inspires, and keeping off (difficult task!) all _scorn_ (for to suppress resentment is easy), let him trust the bread to the waters in the firm faith that wisdom shall be justified by her children. vanity! self-conceit! what vanity, what self-conceit? what say i more than this? ye who think and feel the same will love and esteem me by the law of sympathy, and _value_ me according to the comparative effect i have made on your intellectual powers, in enabling you better to defend before others, or more clearly to _onlook_ (_anschauen_) in yourselves the truths to which your noblest being bears witness. the rest i leave to the judgment of posterity, utterly unconcerned whether _my name_ be attached to these opinions or (_my_ writings forgotten) another man's. but what can i say, when i have declared my abhorrence of the _edinburgh review_? in vain should i tell my critics that were i placed on the rack i could not remember ten lines of my own poems, and that on seeing my own name in their abuse, i regard it only as a symbol of wordsworth and southey, and that i am well aware that from utter disregard and oblivion of anything and all things which they can know of me by experience, my name is mentioned only because they have heard that i was wordsworth's and southey's friend. [sidenote: hints for "the friend"] the brightest luminaries of earth give names to the dusky spots in the selenography of helvetius. the intrepidity of a pure conscience and a simple principle [may be] compared to a life-boat, and somewhat in the detail, stemming with a little rudder the tumbling ruins of the sea, rebounding from the rocks and shelves in fury. duns scotus affirms that the certainty of faith is the greatest certainty--a dark speech which is explained and proved by the dependence of the theoretic powers on the practical. but aristotle admits that demonstrated truths are inferior in kind of certainty to the indemonstrable out of which the former are deduced. faithful, confident reliance on man and on god is the last and hardest virtue! and wherefore? because we must first have earned a faith in ourselves. let the conscience pronounce: "trust in thyself!" let the whole heart be able to say, "i trust in myself," and those whomever we _love_ we shall rely on, in proportion to that love. a testy patriot might be pardoned for saying with falstaff, when dame quickly told him "she came from the two parties, forsooth," "the devil take one party and his dam the other." john bull has suffered more for their sake, more than even the supererogatory cullibility of his disposition is able to bear. lavater fixed on the simplest physiognomy in his whole congregation, and pitched his sermon to his comprehension. narcissus either looks at or thinks of his looking glass, for the same wise purpose i presume. reviewers resemble often the english jury and the italian conclave, they are incapable of eating till they have condemned or craned. the pope [may be compared to] an old lark, who, though he leaves off soaring and singing in the height, yet has his spurs grow longer and sharper the older he grows. let us not, because the foliage waves in necessary obedience to every breeze, fancy that the tree shakes also. though the slender branch bend, one moment to the east and another to the west, its motion is circumscribed by its connection with the unyielding trunk. [sidenote: a hint for "christabel"] my first cries mingled with my mother's death-groan, and she beheld the vision of glory, ere i the earthly sun. when i first looked up to heaven consciously, it was to look up after, or for, my mother. [sidenote: "all thoughts all passions all delights"] the two sweet silences--first in the purpling dawn of love-troth, when the heart of each ripens in the other's looks within the unburst calyx, and fear becomes so sweet that it seems but a fear of losing hope in certainty; the second, when the sun is setting in the calm eve of confident love, and [the lovers] in mute recollection enjoy each other. "i fear to speak, i fear to hear you speak, so deeply do i now enjoy your presence, so totally possess you in myself, myself in you. the very sound would break the union and separate _you-me_ into you and me. we both, and this sweet room, its books, its furniture, and the shadows on the wall slumbering with the low, quiet fire are all _our_ thought, one harmonious imagery of forms distinct on the still substance of one deep feeling, love and joy--a lake, or, if a stream, yet flowing so softly, so unwrinkled, that its flow is life, not change--that state in which all the individuous nature, the distinction without division of a vivid thought, is united with the sense and substance of intensest reality." and what if joy pass quick away? long is the track of hope before--long, too, the track of recollection after, as in the polar spring the sun [is seen in the heavens] sixteen days before it really rises, and in the polar autumn ten days after it has set; so nature, with hope and recollection, pieces out our short summer. [sidenote: words and things] n.b.--in my intended essay in defence of punning (apology for paronomasy, _alias_ punning), to defend those turns of words-- che l'onda chiara, el'ombra non men cara-- in certain styles of writing, by proving that language itself is formed upon associations of this kind--that possibly the _sensus genericus_ of whole classes of words may be thus deciphered (as has indeed been attempted by mr. white, of clare hall), that words are not mere symbols of things and thoughts, but themselves things, and that any harmony in the things symbolised will perforce be presented to us more easily, as well as with additional beauty, by a correspondent harmony of the symbols with each other. thus, _heri vidi fragilem frangi, hodie mortalem mori_; gestern seh ich was gebrechliches brechen, heute was sterbliches sterben, compared with the english. this the beauty of homogeneous languages. so _veni, vidi, vici_. [this note follows an essay on giambattista strozzi's madrigals, together with a transcription of twenty-seven specimens. the substance of the essay is embodied in the text of chapter xvi. of the "biographia literaria," and a long footnote. the quotation is from the first madrigal, quoted in the note, which is not included in those transcribed in notebook .--_coleridge's works_, iii. (harper & brothers, ), pp. - .] [sidenote: association] important suggestion on th march, (monday night). the law of association clearly begins in common causality. how continued but by a _causative power_ in the soul? what a proof of _causation_ and _power_ from the very law of mind, and cluster of facts adduced by hume to overthrow it! [sidenote: corollary] it is proud ignorance that, as a disease of the mind, alone superinduces the necessity of the _medium_ of metaphysical philosophy. the errors into which a sound, unaffected mind is led by the nature of things (thing as the substratum of power)--no errors at all, any more than the motion of the sun. "so it _appears_"--and that is most true--but when pride will work up these phenomena into a _system_ of _things in themselves_, then they become most pernicious errors, and it is the duty of true mind to examine these with all the virtues of the intellect--patience, humility, etc. [sidenote: mother wit] "by aid of a large portion of mother's wit, paine, though an unlearned man, saw the absurdity of the christian religion." mother's wit, indeed! wit from his mother the earth--the earthy and material wit of the _flesh_ and its lusts. one ounce of mother-wit may be worth a pound of learning, but a grain of the father's wisdom is worth a ton of mother-wit--yea! of both together. [sidenote: of education] "o it is but an infant! 'tis but a child! he will be better as he grows older." "o! she'll grow ashamed of it. this is but waywardness." grant all this--that _they_ will _out_grow these particular actions, yet with what habits of _feeling_ will they arrive at youth and manhood? especially with regard to obedience, how is it possible that they should struggle against the boiling passions of youth by means of obedience to their own conscience who are to meet the dawn of conscience with the broad meridian of disobedience and habits of self-willedness? besides, when are the rebukes, the chastisements to commence? why! about nine or ten, perhaps, when, for the father at least, [the child] is less a plaything--when, therefore, anger is not healed up in its mind, either by its own infant versatility and forgetfulness, or by after caresses--when everything is remembered individually, and sense of injustice felt. for the boy very well remembers the different treatment when he was a child; but what has been so long permitted becomes a right to him. far better, in such a case, to have them sent off to others--a strict schoolmaster--than to breed that contradiction of feeling toward the same person which subverts the very _principle_ of our impulses. whereas, in a tender, yet obedience-exacting and improvement-enforcing education, though very gradually, and by small doses at a time, yet always going on--yea! even from a twelvemonth old--at six or seven the child really has outgrown all things that annoy, just at the time when, as the charm of infancy begins to diminish, they would begin really to annoy. [sidenote: the dangers of adapting truth to the minds of the vulgar] there are, in every country, times when the few who know the truth have clothed it for the vulgar, and addressed the vulgar in the vulgar language and modes of conception, in order to convey any part of the truth. this, however, could not be done with safety, even to the _illuminati_ themselves in the first instance; but to their successors, habit gradually turned lie into belief, partial and _stagnate_ truth into ignorance, and the teachers of the vulgar (like the franciscan friars in the south of europe) became a part of the vulgar--nay, because the laymen were open to various impulses and influences, which their instructors had built out (compare a brook in open air, liable to rainstreams and rills from new-opened fountains, to the same running through a mill guarded by sluice-gates and back-water), they became the vulgarest of the vulgar, till, finally, resolute not to detach themselves from the mob, the mob at length detaches itself from them, and leaves the mill-race dry, the moveless, rotten wheels as day-dormitories for bats and owls, and the old grindstones for wags and scoffers of the taproom to whet their wits on. [sidenote: poetry and prose] when there are few literary men, and the vast / of the population are ignorant, as was the case of italy from dante to metastasio, _from causes i need not here put down, there will be a poetical language_; but that a poet ever uses a word as poetical--that is, formally--which he, in the same mood and thought, would not use in prose or conversation, milton's prose works will assist us in disproving. but as soon as literature becomes common, and critics numerous in any country, and a large body of men seek to express themselves habitually in the most precise, sensuous, and impassioned words, the difference as to mere words ceases, as, for example, the german prose writers. produce to me _one_ word out of klopstock, wieland, schiller, goethe, voss, &c., which i will not find as frequently used in the most energetic prose writers. the sole difference in style is that poetry demands a severe keeping--it admits nothing that prose may not often admit, but it oftener rejects. in other words, it presupposes a more continuous state of passion. _n.b._--provincialisms of poets who have become the supreme classics in countries one in language but under various states and governments have aided this false idea, as, in italy, the tuscanisms of dante, ariosto, and alfieri, foolishly imitated by venetians, romans, and neapolitans. how much this is against the opinion of dante, see his admirable treatise on "lingua volgare nobile," the first, i believe, of his prose or _prose and verse_ works; for the "convito" and "la vita nuova" are, one-third, in metre. [sidenote: worldly wise] i would strongly recommend lloyd's "state worthies" [_the statesmen and favourites of england since the reformation._ by david lloyd. london, - ] as the manual of every man who would rise in the world. in every twenty pages it recommends contradictions, but he who cannot reconcile them for himself, and discover which suits his plan, can never rise in the world. _n.b._--i have a mind to draw a complete character of a worldly-wise man out of lloyd. he would be highly-finished, useful, honoured, popular--a man revered by his children, his wife, and so forth. to be sure, he must not expect to be _beloved_ by _one_ proto-friend; and, if there be truth in reason or christianity, he will go to hell--but, even so, he will doubtless secure himself a most respectable place in the devil's chimney-corner. [sidenote: hints for "the friend"] the falseness of that so very common opinion, "mathematics, aye, that is something! that has been useful--but metaphysics!" now fairly compare the two, what each has really done. but [be thou] only concerned to find out truth, which, on what side soever it appears, is always _victory_ to every honest mind. christianity, too (as well as platonism and the school of pythagoras), has its esoteric philosophy, or why are we forbidden to cast pearls before swine? but who are the swine? are they the poor and despised, the unalphabeted in worldly learning? o, no! the rich whose hearts are steeled by ignorance of misery and habits of receiving slavish obedience--the dropsical learned and the st. vitus' [bewitched] sciolist. in controversy it is highly useful to know whether you are really addressing yourself to an opponent or only to partisans, with the intention of preserving them firm. either is well, but they should never be commingled. in her letter to lord willoughby queen elizabeth hath the word "eloign." there is no exact equivalent in modern use. neither "withdraw" or "absent" are precisely synonymous. we understand nature just as if, at a distance, we looked at the image of a person in a looking-glass, plainly and fervently discoursing, yet what he uttered we could decipher only by the motion of the lips or by his mien. i must extract and transcribe from the preface to the works of paracelsus that eloquent defence of technical new words and of old words used in a new sense. the whole preface is exceedingly lively, and (excepting the mountebank defence of intentional obscurity and the attack on logic, as if it were ever intended to be an organon of discovery of material truth and directly, instead of a formal preliminary assisting the mind indirectly, and showing what cannot be truth, and what has not been proved truth,) very just. the chinese call the monsoon whirlwind, when more than usually fierce, the elephant. this is a fine image--a mad wounded war-elephant. the poor oppressed amboynese, who bear with patience the extirpation of their clove and nutmeg trees, in their fields and native woods, and the cruel taxes on sugar, their staff of life, will yet, at once and universally, rise up in rebellion and prepare to destroy in despair all and everything, themselves included, if any attempt is made to destroy any individual's tatanaman, the clove-tree which each amboynese plants at the birth of each of his children. very affecting! [sidenote: genius] the man of genius places things in a new light. this trivial phrase better expresses the appropriate effects of genius than pope's celebrated distich-- "what oft was thought but ne'er so well exprest." it has been thought distinctly, but only possessed, as it were, unpacked and unsorted. the poet not only displays what, though often seen in its unfolded mass, had never been opened out, but he likewise adds something, namely, light and relations. who has not seen a rose, or sprig of jasmine or myrtle? but behold those same flowers in a posy or flower-pot, painted by a man of genius, or assorted by the hand of a woman of fine taste and instinctive sense of beauty! [sidenote: love] to find our happiness incomplete without the happiness of some other given person or persons is the definition of affection in general, and applies equally to friendship, to the parental and to the conjugal relations. but what is love? love as it may subsist between two persons of different senses? this--and what more than this? the mutual dependence of their happiness, each on that of the other, each being at once cause and effect. you, therefore, i--i, therefore you. the sense of this reciprocity of well-being, is that which first stamps and legitimates the name of happiness in all the other advantages and favourable accidents of nature, or fortune, without which they would change their essence and become like the curse of tantalus, insulting remembrances of misery, of that most unquiet of all miseries, means of happiness blasted and transformed by incompleteness, nay, by the loss of the sole organ through which we could enjoy them. suppose a wide and delightful landscape, and what the eye is to the light, and the light to the eye, that interchangeably is the lover to the beloved. "o best beloved! who lovest _me_ the best!" in strictest propriety of application might he thus address her, if only she with equal truth could echo the same sense in the same feeling. "light of mine eye! by which alone i not only see all i see, but which makes up more than half the loveliness of the objects seen, yet, still, like the rising sun in the morning, like the moon at night, remainest thyself and for thyself, the dearest, fairest form of all the thousand forms that derive from thee all their visibility, and borrow from thy presence their chiefest beauty!" [sidenote: cottle's "free version of the psalms"] diamond + oxygen = charcoal. even so on the fire-spark of his zeal did cottle place the king-david diamonds, and caused to pass over them the oxygenous blast of his own inspiration, and lo! the diamond becomes a bit of charcoal. [sidenote: friendship and marriage] "ich finde alles eher auf der erde, so gar wahrheit und freude, als freundschaft."--jean paul.[f] this for the motto--to examine and attest the fact, and then to explain the reason. first, then, there are the extraordinary qualifications demanded for true friendship, arising from the multitude of causes that make men delude themselves and attribute to friendship what is only a similarity of pursuit, or even a mere dislike of feeling oneself alone in anything. but, secondly, supposing the friendship to be as real as human nature ordinarily permits, yet how many causes are at constant war against it, whether in the shape of violent irruptions or unobserved yet constant wearings away by dyspathy, &c. exemplify this in youth and then in manhood. first, there is the influence of wives, how frequently deadly to friendship, either by direct encroach, or, perhaps, intentional plans of alienation! secondly, there is the effect of families, by otherwise occupying the heart; and, thirdly, the action of life in general, by the worldly-wise, chilling effects of prudential anxieties. corollary. these reflections, however, suggest an argument in favour of the existing indissolubility of marriage. to be compelled to make it up, or consent to be miserable and disrespected, is indeed a coarse plaister for the wounds of love, but so it must be while the patients themselves are of coarse make and unhealthy humours. [sidenote: imagination] his imagination, if it must be so called, is at all events of the pettiest kind--it is an _imaginunculation_. how excellently the german _einbildungskraft_ expresses this prime and loftiest faculty, the power of co-adunation, the faculty that forms the many into one--_in-eins-bildung!_ eisenoplasy, or esenoplastic power, is contradistinguished from fantasy, or the mirrorment, either catoptric or metoptric--repeating simply, or by transposition--and, again, involuntary [fantasy] as in dreams, or by an act of the will. [see _biog. lit._, cap. x.; _coleridge's works_, iii. . see also _blackwood's magazine_, march , no. ccxciii., art. the plagiarisms of s. t. coleridge.] [sidenote: public opinion and the services] ministers, as in the admiralty, or war office, compared to managers of theatres. the numerous absurd claims at length deaden their sense of judgment to real merit, and superinduce in the mind an anticipation of clamorous vanity. hence the great importance of the public voice, forcing them to be just. this, how illustrated by the life of nelson--the infamous coldness with which all his claims were received--especially mr. wyndham's answer, july , . and no wonder! for such is the state of moral feeling even with the english public, that an instance of credulity to an ingenious scheme which has failed in the trial will weigh more heavily on a minister's character than to have stifled in the birth half-a-dozen such men as nelson or cochrane, or such schemes as that of a floating army. nelson's life is a perpetual comment on this. [sidenote: sermons ancient and modern] of moral discourses and fine moral discussions in the pulpit--"none of your methodist stuff for me." and, yet, most certain it is, that never were either ministers or congregations so strict in all morality as at the time when nothing but fine _moral_ discourses (that is calculations in self-love) would have driven a preacher from the pulpit--and when the clergy thought it their pulpit-duty to preach christ and him crucified, and the why and the wherefore--and that the soberest, law-obeying, most prudent nation in the world would need him as much as a nation of drunkards, thieves and profligates. how was this? why, i take it, those old parsons thought, very wisely, that the pulpit was the place for truths that applied to all men, humbled all alike (not mortified one or two, and sent the rest home, scandal-talking with pharisaic "i thank thee, god, i am not as so and so, but i was glad to hear the parson"), comforted all, frightened all, offended all, because they were all _men_--that private vices depend so much on particular circumstances, that without making the pulpit a lampoon shop, (or, even supposing the genius of him who wrote isaac jenkins, without particulars not suited to the pulpit) that it would be a cold generality affair--and that, therefore, they considered the pulpit as _one_ part of their duty, but to their whole congregation as _men_, and that the other part of their duty, which they thought equally binding on them, was to each and every member of that congregation as john harris, or james tomkins, in private conversation--and, like that of mr. longford, sometimes to rebuke and warn, sometimes to comfort, sometimes and oftener to instruct, and render them capable of understanding his sermon. in short they would _preach_ as luther, and would converse as mr. longford to isaac jenkins. [_the history of isaac jenkins, a moral fiction._ by thomas beddoes, m.d., ]. [sidenote: heaviness may endure for a night] with a loving generous man whose activity of intellect is exerted habitually on truth and events of permanent, or, at least, general interest still warmed and coloured by benevolent enthusiasm self-unconsciously, and whose heart-movements are all the property of the few, whom he dearly loves--with such a man, for the vast majority of the wrongs met with in life, that at all affect him, a one-night's sleep provides the oblivion and the cure--he awakes from his slumbers and his resentment at the same moment. yesterday is gone and the clouds of yesterday. the sun is born again, and how bright and joyous! and i am born again! but o! there may be wrongs, for which with our best efforts for the most perfect suppression, with the absence, nay, the impossibility of anger or hate, yet, longer, deeper sleep is required for the heart's oblivion, and thence renewal--even the long total sleep of death. to me, i dare avow, even this connects a new soothing with the thought of death, an additional lustre in anticipation to the confidence of resurrection, that such sensations as i have so often had after small wrongs, trifling quarrels, on first awaking in a summer morn after refreshing sleep, i shall experience after death for those few wounds too deep and broad for the _vis medicatrix_ of mortal life to fill wholly up with new flesh--those that, though healed, yet left an unsightly scar which, too often, spite of our best wishes, opened anew at other derangements and indispositions of the mental health, even when they were altogether unconnected with the wound itself or its occasions--even as the scars of the sailor, the relics and remembrances of sword or gun-shot wounds (first of all his bodily frame giving way to ungenial influences from without or from within), ache and throb at the coming in of rain or easterly winds, and open again and bleed anew, at the attack of fever, or injury from deficient or unwholesome food--that even for these i should enjoy the same delightful annihilation of them, as of ordinary wrongs after sleep. i would say to a man who reminded me of a friend's unkind words or deeds which i had forgiven--smoking is very well while we are all smoking, even though the head is made dizzy by it and the candle of reason burns red, dim and thick; but, for heaven's sake, don't put an old pipe to my nose just at breakfast time, among dews and flowers and sunshine. footnotes: [footnote f: ["i find all things upon earth, even truth and joy, rather than friendship."]] chapter viii _ - _ from all that meets or eye or ear, there falls a genial holy fear, which, like the heavy dew of morn, refreshes while it bows the heart forlorn! s. t. c. [sidenote: time real and imaginary] how marked the contrast between troubled manhood, and joyously-active youth in the sense of time! to the former, time like the sun in an empty sky is never seen to move, but only to have _moved_. there, there it was, and now 'tis here, now distant! yet all a blank between. to the latter it is as the full moon in a fine breezy october night, driving on amid clouds of all shapes and hues, and kindling shifting colours, like an ostrich in its speed, and yet seems not to have moved at all. this i feel to be a just image of time real and time as felt, in two different states of being. the title of the poem therefore (for poem it ought to be) should be time real and time felt (in the sense of time) in active youth, or activity with hope and fullness of aim in any period, and in despondent, objectless manhood--time objective and subjective. [the riddle is hard to read, but the underlying thought seems to be that in youth the sense of time is like the apparent motion of the moon through clouds, ever driving on, but ever seeming to stand still; whereas the sense of time in manhood is like the sun, which seems to be stationary, and yet, at short intervals, is seen to have moved. this is time _felt_ in two different states of being. time real is, as it were, sun or moon which move independently of our perceptions of their movements. the note ( ), no doubt, contains the germ of "time real and imaginary" first published in "sibylline leaves" in , which coleridge in his preface describes as a "school-boy poem," and interprets thus: "by imaginary time i meant the state of a schoolboy's mind when, on his return to school, he projects his being in his day-dreams, and lives in his next holidays, six months hence!" the explanation was probably an afterthought. "the two lovely children" who "run an endless race" may have haunted his schoolboy dreams, may perhaps have returned to the dreams of his troubled manhood, bringing with them the sense rather than the memory of youth, intermingled with a consciousness that youth was gone for ever, but the composition of the poem dates from , or possibly , when the preparation of the poems for the press would persuade him once more to express his thoughts in verse.] [sidenote: time real and imaginary; an allegory] on the wide level of a mountain's head, (i knew not where, but 'twas some faery place) their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread, two lovely children run an endless race, a sister and a brother! this far outstript the other; yet ever runs she with reverted face, and looks and listens for the boy behind: for he, alas! is blind! o'er rough and smooth with even step he passed, and knows not whether he be first or last. [_p. w._, , p. . see, too, editor's _note_, p. .] [sidenote: the hag nightmare] elucidation of my _all-zermalming_, [that is, all-crushing] argument on the subject of ghosts, apparitions, &c. night-mare is, i think, always, even when it occurs in the midst of sleep, and not as it more commonly does after a waking interval, a state not of sleep, but of stupor of the outward organs of sense--not in words, indeed, but yet in fact distinguishable from the suspended power of the senses in true sleep, while the volitions of reason, that is the faculty of comparison, &c., are awake though disturbed. this stupor seems to be occasioned by some painful sensations of unknown locality (most often, i believe, in the lower bowel) which, withdrawing the attention to itself from the sense of other realities present, makes us asleep to them, indeed, but otherwise awake. and, whenever the derangement occasions an interruption in the circulation, aided, perhaps, by pressure, awkward position, &c., the part deadened, as the hand, the arm, or the foot and leg, or the side, transmits double touch as single touch, to which the imagination, therefore, the true inward creatrix, instantly out of the chaos of elements or shattered fragments of memory, puts together some form to fit it. and this [_imaginatio_] derives an over-mastering sense of reality from the circumstance that the power of reason, being in good measure awake, most generally presents to us all the accompanying images very nearly as they existed the moment before, when we fell out of anxious wakefulness into this reverie. for example, the bed, the curtain, the room and its furniture, the knowledge of who lives in the next room, and so forth contribute to the illusion.... in short, the night-mare is not, properly, a dream, but a species of reverie, akin to somnambulism, during which the understanding and moral sense are awake, though more or less confused, and over the terrors of which the reason can exert no influence, because it is not true _terror_, that is, apprehension of danger, but is itself a specific sensation = _terror corporeus sive materialis_. the explanation and classification of these strange sensations, the organic material analogous (_ideas materiales intermedias_, as the cartesians say) of fear, hope, rage, shame, and (strangest of all) remorse, form at present the most difficult, and at the same time the most interesting problem of psychology, and are intimately connected with prudential morals, the science, that is, of morals not as the ground and law of duty, but in their relation to the empirical hindrances and focillations in the realising of the law by human beings. the solution of this problem would, perhaps, throw great doubt on the present [notion] that the forms and feelings of sleep are always the reflections and confused echoes of our waking thoughts and experiences. [sidenote: a moment and a magic mirror] what a swarm of thoughts and feelings, endlessly minute fragments, and, as it were, representations of all preceding and embryos of all future thought, lie compact in any one moment! so, in a single drop of water, the microscope discovers what motions, what tumult, what wars, what pursuits, what stratagems, what a circle-dance of death and life, death-hunting life, and life renewed and invigorated by death! the whole world seems here in a many-meaning cypher. what if our existence was but that moment? what an unintelligible, affrightful riddle, what a chaos of limbs and trunk, tailless, headless, nothing begun and nothing ended, would it not be? and yet scarcely more than that other moment of fifty or sixty years, were that our all? each part throughout infinite diminution adapted to some other, and yet the whole a means to nothing--ends everywhere, and yet an end nowhere. [compare the three last lines of "what is life?" is very life by consciousness unbounded? and all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath, a war-embrace of wrestling life and death? _p. w._, , p. .] [sidenote: that inward eye, the bliss of solitude] the love of nature is ever returned double to us, not only the delighter in our delight, but by linking our sweetest, but of themselves perishable feelings to distinct and vivid images, which we ourselves, at times, and which a thousand casual recollections, recall to our memory. she is the preserver, the treasurer of our joys. even in sickness and nervous diseases, she has peopled our imagination with lovely forms which have sometimes overpowered the inward pain and brought with them their old sensations. and even when all men have seemed to desert us and the friend of our heart has passed on, with one glance from his "cold disliking eye"--yet even then the blue heaven spreads it out and bends over us, and the little tree still shelters us under its plumage as a second cope, a domestic firmament, and the low creeping gale will sigh in the heath-plant and soothe us by sound of sympathy till the lulled grief lose itself in fixed gaze on the purple heath-blossom, till the present beauty becomes a vision of memory. [sidenote: hesperus] i have never seen the evening star set behind the mountains, but it was as if i had lost a hope out of my soul, as if a love were gone, and a sad memory only remained. o it was my earliest affection, the evening star! one of my first utterances in verse was an address to it as i was returning from the new river, and it looked newly bathed as well as i. i remember that the substance of the sonnet was that the woman whom i could ever love would surely have been emblemed in the pensive serene brightness of that planet, that we were both constellated to it, and would after death return thither. [sidenote: to the evening star] to the evening star o meek attendant of sol's setting blaze, i hail, sweet star, thy chaste effulgent glow; on thee full oft with fixed eye i gaze, till i methinks, all spirit seem to grow. o first and fairest of the starry choir, o loveliest 'mid the daughters of the night, must not the maid i love like thee inspire _pure_ joy and _calm_ delight? must she not be, as is thy placid sphere, serenely brilliant? whilst to gaze awhile be all my wish 'mid fancy's high career e'en till she quit this scene of earthly toil; then hope perchance might fondly sigh to join her image in thy kindred orb, o star benign! [first printed from ms. _poetical and dramatic works_, - ; _poetical works_, , p. .] [sidenote: health, independence, friendship] where health is--at least, though pain be no stranger, yet when the breath can rise, and turn round like a comet at its perihelion in its ellipse, and again descend, instead of being a sisiphus's stone; and the chest can expand as by its own volition and the head sits firm yet mobile aloft, like the vane of a tower on a hill shining in the blue air, and appropriating sunshine and moonlight whatever weight of clouds brood below--o when health and hope, and if not competence yet a debtless _unwealth, libera et læta paupertas_, is his, a man may have and love many friends, but yet, if indeed they be friends, he lives with each a several and individual life. [sidenote: self-absorption and selfishness] one source of calumny (i say _source_, because _allophoby_ from _hëautopithygmy_ is the only proper _cause_) may be found in this--every man's life exhibits two sorts of selfishness, those which are and those which are not objects of his own consciousness. _a_ is thinking, perhaps, of some plan in which he may benefit another, and during this absorption consults his own little bodily comforts blindly--occupies the best place at the fire-side, or asks at once, "where am i to sit?" instead of first inquiring after the health of another. now the error lies here, that _b_, in complaining of _a_, first takes for granted either that these are acts of conscious selfishness in _a_, or, if he allows the truth, yet considers them just as bad (and so perhaps they may be in a certain sense), but _forgets_ that his own life presents the same, judges of his own life exclusively by his own consciousness, that of another by conscious and unconscious in a lump. a monkey's anthropomorph attitudes we take for anthropic. [sidenote: self-advertising philanthropy] try not to become disgusted with active benevolence, or despondent because there is a _philanthropy-trade_. it is a sort of benefit-club of virtue, supported by the contributions of paupers in virtue, founded by genuine enthusiasts who gain a reputation for the thing--then slip in successors who know how to avail themselves of the influence and connections derived thereby--quite gratuitous, however, and bustling-active--but yet _bribe high_ to become the unpaid physicians of the dispensary at st. luke's hospital, and bow and scrape and intrigue, carlyleise and knappise for it. and such is the [case with regard to] the slave trade. the first abolitionists were the good men who laboured when the thing seemed desperate--it was virtue for its own sake. then the quakers, granville sharp, etc.--then the restless spirits who are under the action of tyrannical oppression from images, and, gradually, mixed vanity and love of power with it--the politicians + saints = wilberforce. last come the scotchmen--and brougham is now canvassing more successfully for the seat of wilberforce, who retires with great honour and regret, from infirmities of age and _enoughness_. it is just as with the great original benefactors and founders of useful plans, raleigh, sir hugh middleton, etc.--men of genius succeeded by sharpers, but who often can better carry on what they never could have first conceived--and this, too, by their very want of those qualities and virtues which were necessary to the discovery. [sidenote: "but love is indestructible"] all mere passions, like spirits and apparitions, have their hour of cock-crow, in which they must vanish. but pure love is, therefore, no _mere_ passion; and it is a test of its being love, that no reason can be assigned _why_ it should disappear. shall we not always, in this life at least, remain _animæ dimidiatæ_?--must not the moral reason always hold out the perfecting of each by union of both as good and lovely? with reason, therefore, and conscience let love vanish, but let these vanish only with our being. [sidenote: the feint of the sleepless] the sick and sleepless man, after the dawn of the fresh day, is fain to watch the smoke now from this and then from the other chimney of the town from his bed-chamber, as if willing to borrow from others that sense of a new day, of a discontinuity between the yesterday and the to-day which his own sensations had not afforded. [compare wordsworth's "blessed barrier between day and day," wordsworth's third sonnet to sleep, _poetical works_, , .] [sidenote: first thoughts and friendship] o what wisdom could i _talk_ to a youth of genius and genial-heartedness! o how little could i teach! and yet, though despairing of success, i would attempt to enforce:--"whenever you meet with a person of undoubted talents, more especially if a woman, and of apparent goodness, and yet you feel uncomfortable, and urged against your nature, and, therefore, probably in vain, to be on your guard--then take yourself to task and enquire what strong reason, moral or prudential, you have to form any intimacy or even familiarity with that person. if you after this (or moreover) detect any falsehood, or, what amounts to the same, proneness and quickness to look into, to analyse, to find out and represent evil or weakness in others (however this may be disguised even from the person's own mind by _candour_, [in] pointing out the good at the same time, by affectation of speculative truth, as psychologists, or of telling you all their thoughts as open-hearted friends), then let no reason but a strong and coercive one suffice to make you any other than as formal and distant acquaintance as circumstances will permit." and am i not now suffering, in part, for forcing my feelings into slavery to my notions, and intellectual admiration for a whole year and more with regard to ---- ? [so the ms.] if i played the hypocrite to myself, can i blame my fate that he has, at length, played the deceiver to me? yet, god knows! i did it most virtuously!--not only without vanity or any self-interest of however subtle a nature, but from humility and a true delight in finding excellence of any kind, and a disposition to fall prostrate before it. [sidenote: milton's blank verse] to understand fully the mechanism, in order fully to feel the incomparable excellence of milton's metre, we must make four tables, or a fourfold compartment, the first for the feet, single and composite, for which the whole twenty-six feet of the ancients will be found necessary; the second to note the construction of the feet, whether from different or from single words--for who does not perceive the difference to the ear between-- "inextricable disobedience" and "to love or not: in this we stand or fall"-- yet both lines are composed of five iambics? the third, of the strength and position, the concentration or diffusion of the _emphasis_. fourth, the length and position of the pauses. then compare his narrative with the harangues. i have not noticed the ellipses, because they either do not affect the rhythm, or are not ellipses, but are comprehended in the feet. [sidenote: aphorisms or pithy sentences] shall i compare man to a clockwork catamaran, destined to float on in a meaner element for so many moments or hours, and then to explode, scattering its _involucrum_ and itself to ascend into its proper element? i am persuaded that we love what is above us more than what is under us. money--paper money--peace, war. how comes it that all men in all companies are talking of the depreciation, etc. etc.--and yet that a discourse on transubstantiation would not be a more withering sirocco than the attempt to explain philosophically the true cure and causes of that which interests all so vehemently? all convalescence is a resurrection, a palingenesy of our youth--"and loves the earth and all that live thereon with a new heart." but oh! the anguish to have the aching freshness of yearning and no answering object--only remembrances of faithless change--and unmerited alienation! the sun at evening holds up her fingers of both hands before her face that mortals may have one steady gaze--her transparent crimson fingers as when a lovely woman looks at the fire through her slender palms. o that perilous moment [for such there is] of a half-reconciliation, when the coldness and the resentment have been sustained too long. each is drawing toward the other, but like glass in the mid-state between fusion and compaction a single sand will splinter it. sometimes when i earnestly look at a beautiful object or landscape, it seems as if i were on the _brink_ of a fruition still denied--as if vision were an _appetite_; even as a man would feel who, having put forth all his muscular strength in an act of prosilience, is at the very moment _held back_--he leaps and yet moves not from his place. philosophy in general, but a plummet to so short a line that it can sound no deeper than the sounder's eyes can reach--and yet--in certain waters it may teach the exact depth and prevent a drowning. the midnight wild beasts staring at the hunter's torch, or when the hunter sees the tiger's eye glaring on the red light of his own torch. a summer-sailing on a still peninsulating river, and sweet as the delays of parting lovers. sir f[rancis] b[urdett], like a lapland witch drowned in a storm of her own raising. mr. cobbett, who, for a dollar, can raise what, offer him ten thousand dollars, he could not allay. [sidenote: august, ] why do you make a book? because my hands can extend but a few score inches from my body; because my poverty keeps those hands empty when my heart aches to empty them; because my life is short, and [by reason of] my infirmities; and because a book, if it extends but to one edition, will probably benefit three or four score on whom i could not otherwise have acted, and, should it live and deserve to live, will make ample compensation for all the aforestated infirmities. o, but think only of the thoughts, feelings, radical impulses that have been implanted in how many thousands by the little ballad of the "children in the wood"! the sphere of alexander the great's agency is trifling compared with it. [sidenote: presentiments] one of the strangest and most painful peculiarities of my nature (unless others have the same, and, like me, hide it, from the same inexplicable feeling of causeless shame and sense of a sort of guilt, joined with the apprehension of being feared and shrunk from as a something transnatural) i will here record--and my motive, or, rather, impulse, to do this seems an effort to eloign and abalienate it from the dark adyt of my own being by a visual outness, and not the wish for others to see it. it consists in a sudden second sight of some hidden vice, past, present or to come, of the person or persons with whom i am about to form a close intimacy--which never deters me, but rather (as all these transnaturals) urges me on, just like the feeling of an eddy-torrent to a swimmer. i see it as a vision, feel it as a prophecy, not as one _given_ me by any other being, but as an act of my own spirit, of the absolute _noumenon_, which, in so doing, seems to have offended against some law of its being, and to have acted the traitor by a commune with full consciousness independent of the tenure or inflected state of association, cause and effect, &c. [sidenote: the fixed stars of truth] as the most far-sighted eye, even aided by the most powerful telescope, will not make a fixed star appear larger than it does to an ordinary and unaided sight, even so there are heights of knowledge and truth sublime which all men in possession of the ordinary human understanding may comprehend as much and as well as the profoundest philosopher and the most learned theologian. such are the truths relating to the _logos_ and its oneness with the self-existent deity, and of the humanity of christ and its union with the _logos_. it is idle, therefore, to refrain from preaching on these subjects, provided only such preparations have been made as no man can be a christian without. the misfortune is that the majority are christians only in name, and by birth only. let them but once, according to st. james, have looked down steadfastly into the _law_ of liberty or freedom in their own souls (the will and the conscience), and they are capable of whatever god has chosen to reveal. [sidenote: c'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la poÉsie] a long line of (!!) marks of admiration would be its aptest symbol! it has given me the eye-ache with dazzlement, the brain-ache with wonderment, the stomach and all-ache with the shock and after-eddy of contradictory feelings. splendour is there, splendour everywhere--distinct the figures as vivid--skill in construction of events--beauties numberless of form and thought. but there is not anywhere the "one low piping note more sweet than all"--there is not the divine vision of the poet, which gives the full fruition of sight without the effort--and where the feelings of the heart are struck, they are awakened only to complain of and recoil from the occasion. o! it is mournful to see and wonder at such a marvel of labour, erudition and talent concentered into such a burning-glass of factitious power, and yet to know that it is all in vain--like the pyramids, it shows what can be done, and, like them, leaves in painful and almost scornful perplexity, why it was done, for what or whom. [sidenote: silence is golden september th, ] grand rule in case of quarrels between friends or lovers--never to say, hint, or do _anything_ in a moment of anger or indignation or sense of ill-treatment, but to be passive--and even if the fit should recur the next morning, still to delay it--in short, however plausible the motive may be, yet if you have loved the persons concerned, not to say it till their love has returned toward you, and your feelings are the same as they were before. and for this plain reason--you knew this before, and yet because you were in kindness, you never felt an impulse to speak of it--then, surely, not now when you may perpetuate what would otherwise be fugitive. [sidenote: the devil: a recantation] "that not one of the _peculiarities_ of christianity, no one point in which, being clearly different from other religions or philosophies, it would have, at least, the _possibility_ of being superior to all, is retained by the modern unitarians." this remark is occasioned by my reflections on the fact that christianity _exclusively_ has asserted the _positive_ being of evil or sin, "of sin the exceeding sinfulness"--and thence exclusively the _freedom_ of the creature, as that, the clear intuition of which is, both, the result and the accompaniment of redemption. the nearest philosophy to christianity is the platonic, and it is observable that this is the mere antipodes of the hartleio-lockian held by the unitarians; but the true honours of christianity would be most easily manifested by a comparison even with that "_nec pari nec secundo_," but yet "_omnibus aliis propriore_," the platonic! with what contempt, even in later years, have i not contemplated the doctrine of a devil! but now i see the intimate connection, if not as existent _person_, yet as essence and symbol with christianity--and that so far from being identical with manicheism, it is the surest antidote (that is, rightly understood). chapter ix _ - _ lynx amid moles! had i stood by thy bed, be of good cheer, meek soul! i would have said: i see a hope spring from that humble fear. s. t. c. [sidenote: science and philosophy] the first man of science was he who looked into a thing, not to learn whether it could furnish him with food, or shelter, or weapons, or tools, or ornaments, or _playwiths_, but who sought to know it for the gratification of _knowing_; while he that first sought to _know_ in order to _be_ was the first philosopher. i have read of two rivers passing through the same lake, yet all the way preserving their streams visibly distinct--if i mistake not, the rhone and the adar, through the lake of geneva. in a far finer distinction, yet in a subtler union, such, for the contemplative mind, are the streams of knowing and being. the lake is formed by the two streams in man and nature as it exists in and for man; and up this lake the philosopher sails on the junction-line of the constituent streams, still pushing upward and sounding as he goes, towards the common fountain-head of both, the mysterious source whose being is knowledge, whose knowledge is being--the adorable i am in that i am. [sidenote: petrarch's epistles] i have culled the following extracts from the first epistle of the first book of petrarch's epistle, that "barbato salmonensi." [basil, , i. .] vultûs, heu, blanda severi majestas, placidæque decus pondusque senectæ! non omnia terræ obruta! vivit amor, vivit dolor! ora negatum dulcia conspicere; at flere et meminisse relictum est. jamque observatio vitæ multa dedit--lugere nihil, ferre omnia; jamque paulatim lacrymas rerum experientia tersit. [heu! et spem quoque tersit] pectore nunc gelido calidos miseremur amantes, jamque arsisse pudet. veteres tranquilla tumultus mens horret, relegensque alium putat esse locutum. but, indeed, the whole of this letter deserves to be read and translated. had petrarch lived a century later, and, retaining all his _substantiality_ of head and heart, added to it the elegancies and manly politure of fracastorius, flaminius, vida and their corrivals, this letter would have been a classical gem. to a translator of genius, and who possessed the english language as unembarrassed property, the defects of style in the original would present no obstacle; nay, rather an honourable motive in the well-grounded hope of rendering the version a finer poem than the original. [twelve lines of petrarch's ep. _barbato salmonensi_ are quoted in the _biog. liter._ at the end of chapter x.; and a portion of the same poem was prefixed as a motto to "love poems" in the _sibylline leaves_, , and the editions of _p. w._, - . _coleridge's works_, harper & brother, , iii. . see, too, _p. w._, , _editor's note_, pp. , .] [sidenote: corruptio optimi pessima] a fine writer of bad principles or a fine poem on a hateful subject, such as the "alexis" of virgil or the "bathyllus" of anacreon, i compare to the flowers and leaves of the stramonium. the flowers are remarkable sweet, but such is the fetid odour of the leaves that you start back from the one through disgust at the other. [sidenote: a bliss to be alive] zephyrs that captive roam among these boughs, strive ye in vain to thread the leafy maze? or have ye lim'd your wings with honey-dew? unfelt ye murmur restless o'er my head and rock the feeding drone or bustling bees that blend their eager, earnest, happy hum! [sidenote: what man has made of man] gravior terras infestat echidna, cur sua vipereæ jaculantur toxica linguæ atque homini sit homo serpens. o prodiga culpæ germina, naturæque uteri fatalia monstra! queis nimis innocuo volupe est in sanguine rictus tingere, fraternasque fibras cognataque per se viscera, et arrosæ deglubere funera famæ. quæ morum ista lues! th feb. five years since the preceding lines were written on this leaf!! ah! how yet more intrusively has the hornet scandal since then scared away the bee of poetic thought and silenced its "eager, earnest, happy hum"! [sidenote: save me from my friends] the sore evil now so general, alas! only not universal, of supporting our religion, just as a keen party-man would support his party in parliament. all must be defended which can give a momentary advantage over any one opponent, no matter how naked it lays the cause open to another, perhaps, more formidable opponent--no matter how incompatible the two assumptions may be. we rejoice, not because our religion is the truth, but because the truth appears to be our religion. talk with any dignified orthodoxist in the sober way of farther preferment and he will concrete all the grounds of socinianism, talk paley and the resurrection as a proof and as the only proper _proof_ of our immortality, will give to external evidence and miracles the same self-grounded force, the same fundamentality. even so the old puritans felt towards the papists. because so much was wrong, everything was wrong, and by denying all reverence to the fathers and to the constant tradition of the catholic churches, they undermined the wall of the city in order that it might fall on the heads of the romanists--thoughtless that by this very act they made a breach for the arian and socinian to enter. [sidenote: drip drip drip drip] the ear-deceiving imitation of a steady soaking rain, while the sky is in full uncurtainment of sprinkled stars and milky stream and dark blue interspace. the rain had held up for two hours or more, but so deep was the silence of the night that the _drip_ from the leaves of the garden trees _copied_ a steady shower. [sidenote: remedium amoris] so intense are my affections, and so despotically am i governed by them (not indeed so much as i once was, but still far, far too much) that i should be the most wretched of men if my love outlived my esteem. but this, thank heaven! is the antidote. the bitterer the tear of anguish at the clear detection of misapplied attachment, the calmer i am afterwards. it is a funeral tear for an object no more. [sidenote: the conclusion of the whole matter] february , . i thought i expressed my thoughts well when i said, "there is no superstition but what has a religion as its base [or radical], and religion is only reason, seen perspectively by a finite intellect." [sidenote: the power of words] it is a common remark, in medical books for instance, that there are certain niceties which words, from their always abstract and so far general nature, cannot convey. now this i am disposed to deny, that is, in any comparative sense. in my opinion there is nothing which, being equally known as any other thing, may not be conveyed by words with equal clearness. but the question of the source of the remark is, to whom? if i say that in jaundice the skin looks yellow, my words have no meaning for a man who has no sense of colours. words are but remembrances, though remembrance may be so excited, as by the _a priori_ powers of the mind to produce a _tertium aliquid_. the utmost, therefore that should be said is that every additament of perception requires a new word, which (like all other words) will be intelligible to all who have seen the subject recalled by it, and who have learnt that such a word or phrase was appropriated to it; and this may be attained either by a new word, as _platinum_, _titanium_, _osmium_, etc., for the new metals, or an epithet peculiarising the application of an old word. for instance, no one can have attended to the brightness of the eyes in a healthy person in high spirits and particularly delighted by some occurrence, and that of the eye of a person deranged or predisposed to derangement, without observing the difference; and, in this case, the phrase "a maniacal glitter of the eye" conveys as clear a notion as that jaundice is marked by yellow. there is, doubtless, a difference, but no other than that of the _commencement_ of particular knowledge by the application of universal knowledge (that is to all who have the senses and common faculties of men), and the next step of knowledge when it particularises itself. but the defect is not in words, but in the imperfect knowledge of those to whom they are addressed. then proof is obvious. desire a physician or metaphysician, or a lawyer to mention the most perspicuous book in their several knowledges. then bid them read that book to a sensible carpenter or shoemaker, and a great part will be as unintelligible as a technical treatise on carpentering to the lawyer or physician, who had not been brought up in a carpenter's shop or looked at his tools. i have dwelt on this for more reasons than one: first, because a remark that seems at first sight the same, namely, that "everything clearly perceived may be conveyed in simple common language," without taking in the "to whom?" is the disease of the age--an arrogant pusillanimity, a hatred of all information that cannot be obtained without thinking; and, secondly, because the pretended imperfection of language is often a disguise of muddy thoughts; and, thirdly, because to the mind itself it is made an excuse for indolence in determining what the fact or truth is which is the premise. for whether there does or does not exist a term in our present store of words significant thereof--if not, a word must be made--and, indeed, all wise men have so acted from moses to aristotle and from theophrastus to linnæus. the sum, therefore, is this. the conveyal of knowledge by words is in direct proportion to the stores and faculties of observation (internal or external) of the person who hears or reads them. and this holds equally whether i distinguish the green grass from the white lily and the yellow crocus, which all who have eyes understand, because all are equal to me in the knowledge of the facts signified--or of the difference between the apprehensive, perceptive, conceptive, and conclusive powers which i might [try to enunciate to] doctors of divinity and they would translate the words by _abra ca dabra_. [sidenote: flowers of speech sunday, april , ] reflections on my four gaudy flower-pots, compared with the former flower-poems. after a certain period, crowded with counterfeiters of poetry, and illustrious with true poets, there is formed for common use a vast _garden_ of language, all the showy and all the odorous words and clusters of words are brought together, and to be plucked by mere mechanic and passive memory. in such a state, any man of common poetical reading, having a strong desire (to be?--o no! but--) to be thought a poet will present a flower-pot gay and gaudy, but the _composition_! that is wanting. we carry on judgment of times and circumstances into our pleasures. a flower-pot which would have enchanted us before flower gardens were common, for the very beauty of the component flowers, will be rightly condemned as common-place, out of place (for such is a common-place poet)--it involves a contradiction both in terms and thought. so homer's juno, minerva, etc., are read with delight--but blackmore? this is the reason why the judgment of those who are newlings in poetic reading is not to be relied on. the positive, which belongs to all, is taken as the comparative, which is the individual's praise. a good ear which had never heard music--with what raptures would it praise one of shield's or arne's pasticcios and centos! but it is the human mind it praises, not the individual. hence it may happen (i believe has happened) that fashionableness may produce popularity. "the beggar's petition" is a fair instance, and what if i dared to add gray's "elegy in a country churchyard"? [sidenote: spiritual blindness] men who direct what they call their understanding or common-sense by rules abstracted from sensuous experience in moral and super-sensuous truths remind one of the zemmi (mus [greek: typhlos] or _typhlus_), "a kind of rat in which the skin (conjunctiva) is not even transparent over the eye, but is there covered with hairs as in the rest of the body. the eye (= the understanding), which is scarcely the size of the poppy-seed, is perfectly useless." an eel (_muroena coecilia_) and the myxine (_gastobranchus coecus_) are blind in the same manner, through the opacity of the conjunctiva. [sidenote: insects] sir g. staunton asserts that, in the forests of java, spiders' webs are found of so strong a texture as to require a sharp-cutting instrument to make way through them. pity that he did not procure a specimen and bring it home with him. it would be a pleasure to see a sailing-boat rigged with them--twisting the larger threads into ropes and weaving the smaller into a sort of silk canvas resembling the indestructible white cloth of the arindy or _palma christi_ silkworm. the _libellulidæ_ fly all ways without needing to turn their bodies--onward, backward, right and left--with more than swallow-rivalling rapidity of wing, readiness of evolution, and indefatigable continuance. the merry little gnats (_tipulidæ minimæ_) i have myself often watched in an april shower, evidently "dancing the hayes" in and out between the falling drops, unwetted, or, rather, un-down-dashed by rocks of water many times larger than their whole bodies. [sidenote: of style sunday, january , ] a valuable remark has just struck me on reading milton's beautiful passage on true eloquence, his apology for smectymnuus. "for me, reader, though i cannot say," etc.--first, to shew the vastly greater numbers of admirable passages, in our elder writers, that may be gotten by heart as the most exquisite poems; and to point out the great intellectual advantage of this reading, over the gliding smoothly on through a whole volume of equability. but still, it will be said, there is an antiquity, an oddness in the style. granted; but hear this same passage from the smectymnuus, or this, or this. every one would know at first hearing that they were not written by gibbon, hume, johnson, or robertson. but why? are they not pure english? aye! incomparably more so! are not the words precisely appropriate, so that you cannot change them without changing the force and meaning? aye! but are they not even now intelligible to man, woman, and child? aye! there is no riddle-my-ree in them. what, then, is it? the unnatural, false, affected style of the moderns that makes sense and simplicity _oddness_. [sidenote: obduct fronte senectus] even to a sense of shrinking, i felt in this man's face and figure what a shape comes to view when age has dried away the mask from a bad, depraved man, and flesh and colour no longer conceal or palliate the traits of the countenance. then shows itself the indurated nerve; stiff and rigid in all its ugliness the inflexible muscle; then quiver the naked lips, the cold, the loveless; then blinks the turbid eye, whose glance no longer pliant _fixes_, abides in its evil expression. then lie on the powerless forehead the wrinkles of suspicion and fear, and conscience-stung watchfulness. contrast this with the countenance of mrs. gillman's mother as she once described it to me. this for "puff and slander,"[g] highgate, . [sidenote: a "kingdom-of-heavenite"] when the little creature has slept out its sleep and stilled its hunger at the mother's bosom (that very hunger a mode of love all made up of kisses), and coos, and wantons with pleasure, and laughs, and plays bob-cherry with his mother, that is all, all to it. it understands not either itself or its mother, but it clings to her, and has an undeniable right to cling to her, seeks her, thanks her, loves her without forethought and without an afterthought. [sidenote: a divine epigram] _nec mihi, christe, tua sufficiunt sine te, nec tibi placent mea sine me_, exclaims st. bernard. _nota bene._--this single epigram is worth (shall i say--o far rather--is a sufficient antidote to) a waggon-load of paleyan moral and political philosophies. [sidenote: seriores rosÆ] we all look up to the blue sky for comfort, but nothing appears there, nothing comforts, nothing answers us, and so we die. lie with the ear upon a dear friend's grave. on the same man, as in a vineyard, grow far different grapes--on the sunny south nectar, and on the bleak north verjuice. the blossom gives not only future fruit, but present honey. we may take the one, the other nothing injured. like some spendthrift lord, after we have disposed of nature's great masterpiece and [priceless] heirloom, the wisdom of innocence, we hang up as a poor copy our [own base] cunning. [sidenote: a plea for scholastic terms] the revival of classical literature, like all other revolutions, was not an unmixed good. one evil was the passion for pure latinity, and a consequent contempt for the barbarism of the scholastic style and terminology. for awhile the schoolmen made head against their assailants; but, alas! all the genius and eloquence of the world was against them, and by an additional misfortune the scholastic logic was professed by those who had no other attainments, namely, the monks, and these, from monkishness, were the enemies of all genius and liberal knowledge. they were, of course, laughed out of the field as soon as they lost the power of aiding their logic by the post-predicaments of dungeon, fire, and faggot. henceforward speculative philosophy must be written classically, that is, without technical terms--therefore popularly--and the inevitable consequence was that those sciences only were progressive which were permitted by the apparent as well as real necessity of the case to have a scientific terminology--as mathesis, geometry, astronomy and so forth--while metaphysic sank and died, and an empirical highly superficial psychology took its place. and so it has remained in england to the present day. a man must have felt the pain of being compelled to express himself either laxly or paraphrastically (which latter is almost as great an impediment in intellectual construction as the translation of letters and symbols into the thought they represent would be in algebra), in order to understand how much a metaphysician suffers from not daring to adopt the _ivitates_ and _eitates_ of the schoolmen as objectivity, subjectivity, negativity, positivity. april , , tuesday night. [sidenote: the body of this death] the sentimental _cantilena_ respecting the benignity and loveliness of nature--how does it not sink before the contemplation of the pravity of nature, on whose reluctance and inaptness a form is forced (the mere reflex of that form which is itself absolute substance!) and which it struggles against, bears but for a while and then sinks with the alacrity of self-seeking into dust or _sanies_, which falls abroad into endless nothings or creeps and cowers in poison or explodes in havock! what is the beginning? what the end? and how evident an alien is the supernatural in the brief interval! [sidenote: spiritualism and mysticism] there are many, alas! too many, either born or who have become deaf and dumb. so there are too many who have perverted the religion of the spirit into the superstition of spirits that mutter and mock and mow, like deaf and dumb idiots. plans of teaching the deaf and dumb have been invented. for these the deaf and dumb owe thanks, and we for their sakes. _homines sumus et nihil humani a nobis alienum._ but does it follow, therefore, that in _all_ schools these plans of teaching should be followed? yet in the other case this is insisted on--and the holy ghost must not be our guide because mysticism and ghosts may come in under this name. why? because the deaf and dumb have been promoted to superintendents of education at large for all! [sidenote: idealism and superstition] save only in that in which i have a right to demand of every man that he should be able to understand me, the experience or inward witnessing of the conscience, and in respect of which every man in real life (even the very disputant who affects doubt or denial in the moment of metaphysical arguing) would hold himself insulted by the supposition that he did not understand it--save in this only, and in that which if it be at all must be _unique_, and therefore cannot be supported by an analogue, and which, if it be at all, must be first, and therefore cannot have an antecedent, and therefore may be _monstrated_, but cannot be _de_monstrated.--i am no ghost-seer, i am no believer in apparitions. i do not contend for indescribable sensations, nor refer to, much less ground my convictions on, blind feelings or incommunicable experiences, but far rather contend against these superstitions in the mechanic sect, and impeach you as guilty, habitually and systematically guilty, of the same. guilty, i say, of superstitions, which at worst are but exceptions and _fits_ in the poor self-misapprehending pietists, with whom, under the name mystics, you would fain confound and discredit _all_ who receive and worship god in spirit and in truth, and in the former as the only possible mode of the latter. according to your own account, your own scheme, you know nothing but your own sensations, indescribable inasmuch as they are sensations--for the appropriate expression even of which we must fly not merely to the indeclinables in the lowest parts of speech, but to human articulations that only (like musical notes) _stand for_ inarticulate sounds--the [greek: oi, oi, papai] of the greek tragedies, or, rather, greek oratorios. you see nothing, but only by a sensation that conjures up an image in your own brain, or optic nerve (as in a nightmare), have an apparition, in consequence of which, as again in the nightmare, you are _forced_ to believe for the moment, and are _inclined_ to infer the existence of a corresponding reality out of your brain, but by what intermediation you cannot even form an intelligible conjecture. during the years of ill-health from disturbed digestion, i saw a host of apparitions, and heard them too--but i attributed them to an act in my brain. you, according to your own showing, see and hear nothing but apparitions in your brain, and strangely attribute them to things that _are_ outside your skull. which of the two notions is most like the philosopher, which the superstitionist? the philosopher who makes my apparitions nothing but apparitions--a brain-image nothing more than a brain-image--and affirm _nihil super stare_--or you and yours who vehemently contend that it is but a brain-image, and yet cry, "_ast superstitit aliquid. est super stitio alicujus quod in externo, id est, in apparenti non apparet_." what is outness, external and the like, but either the generalisation of apparence or the result of a given degree, a comparative intensity of the same? "i see it in my mind's eye," exclaims hamlet, when his thoughts were in his own purview the same phantom, yea! in a higher intensity, became his father's ghost and marched along the platform. i quoted your own exposition, and dare you with these opinions charge others with superstition? you who deny aught permanent in our being, you with whom the soul, yea, the soul of the soul, our conscience and morality, are but the _tune_ from a fragile barrel-organ played by air and water, and whose life, therefore, must of course be a _pointing_ to--as of a marcellus or a hamlet--"tis here! 'tis gone!" were it possible that i could actually believe such a system, i should not be scared from striking it, from its being so _majestical_! [sidenote: the greater damnation] the old law of england punishes those who dig up the bones of the dead for superstitious or magical purposes, that is, in order to injure the living. what then are they guilty of who uncover the dormitories of the departed, and throw their souls into hell, in order to cast odium on a living truth? [sidenote: darwin's botanical garden] darwin possesses the _epidermis_ of poetry but not the _cutis_; the _cortex_ without the _liber_, _alburnum_, _lignum_, or _medulla_. and no wonder! for the inner bark or _liber_, alburnum, and wood are one and the same substance, in different periods of existence. [sidenote: seventeen hundred and sixty yards not exactly a mile] "it is a mile and a half in height." "how much is that in yards or feet?" the mind rests satisfied in producing a correspondency in its own thoughts, and in the exponents of those thoughts. this seems to be a matter purely analytic, not yet properly synthetic. it is rather an interchange of equivalent acts, but not the same acts. in the yard i am prospective; in the mile i seem to be retrospective. come, a hundred strides more, and we shall have come a mile. this, if true, may be a subtlety, but is it necessarily a trifle? may not many common but false conclusions originate in the neglect of this distinction--in the confounding of objective and subjective logic? [sidenote: of a too witty book] i like salt to my meat so well that i can scarce say grace over meat without salt. but salt to one's salt! ay! a sparkling, dazzling, lit-up saloon or subterranean minster in a vast mine of rock-salt--what of it?--full of white pillars and aisles and altars of eye-dazzling salt. well, what of it?--'twere an uncomfortable lodging or boarding-house--in short, _all my eye_. now, i am content with a work if it be but my eye and betty martin, because, having never heard any charge against the author of the adage, candour obliges me to conclude that eliza martin is "sense for certain." in short, never was a metaphor more lucky, apt, ramescent, and fructiferous--a hundred branches, and each hung with a different graft-fruit--than salt as typical of wit--the uses of both being the same, not to nourish, but to season and preserve nourishment. yea! even when there is plenty of good substantial meat to incorporate with, stout aitch-bone and buttock, still there may be too much; and they who confine themselves to such meals will contract a scorbutic habit of intellect (_i.e._, a scurvy taste), and, with loose teeth and tender gums, become incapable of chewing and digesting hard matters of mere plain thinking. [sidenote: spooks] it is thus that the glanvillians reason. first, they assume the facts as objectively as if the question related to the experimentable of our senses. secondly, they take the imaginative possibility--that is, that the [assumed] facts involve no contradiction, [as if it were] a scientific possibility. and, lastly, they [advocate] them as proofs of a spiritual world and our own immortality. this last [i hold to] be the greatest insult to conscience and the greatest incongruity with the objects of religion. n.b.--it is amusing, in all ghost stories, etc., that the recorders are "the farthest in the world from being credulous," or "as far from believing such things as any man." if a man could pass through paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke--aye! and what then? the more exquisite and delicate a flower of joy, the tenderer must be the hand that plucks it. floods and general inundations render for the time even the purest springs turbid. for compassion a human heart suffices; but for full, adequate sympathy with joy, an angel's. footnotes: [footnote g: a projected satire, of which, perhaps, the lines headed "a character" were an instalment. see _p. w._, , pp. - . _letters of s. t. c._, , ii. .] chapter x _ - _ where'er i find the good, the true, the fair, i ask no names--god's spirit dwelleth there! the unconfounded, undivided three, each for itself, and all in each, to see in man and nature, is philosophy. s. t. c. [sidenote: the moon's halo an emblem of hope] the moon, rushing onward through the coursing clouds, advances like an indignant warrior through a fleeing army; but the amber halo in which she moves--o! it is a circle of hope. for what she leaves behind her has not lost its radiance as it is melting away into oblivion, while, still, the other semi-circle catches the rich light at her approach, and heralds her ongress. [sidenote: a complex vexation] it is by strength of mind that we are to untwist the tie or copula of the besom of affliction, which not nature but the strength of imagination had twisted round it, and thus resolve it into its component twigs, and conquer in detail "one down and t'other come on"! _dividendo diminuitur_--which forms the true ground of the advantage accruing from communicating our griefs to another. we enable ourselves to see them each in its true magnitude. [sidenote: the righteousness of england] after re-perusal of my inefficient, yet not feeble efforts in behalf of the poor little white slaves in the cotton-factories, i ask myself, "but still are we not better than the other nations of christendom?" yes--perhaps. i don't know. i dare not affirm it. better than the french certainly! mammon _versus_ moloch and belial. but sweden, norway, germany, the tyrol? no. [sidenote: the meed of praise] there is a species of applause scarcely less genial to a poet, whether bard, musician, or artist, than the vernal warmth to the feathered songsters during their nest-building or incubation--a sympathy, an expressed hope, that is the open air in which the poet breathes, and without which the sense of power sinks back on itself like a sigh heaved up from the tightened chest of a sick man. alas! alas! alas! [sidenote: the great unknown] anonymity is now an artifice to acquire celebrity, as a black veil is worn to make a pair of bright eyes more conspicuous. [sidenote: book-learning for legislators] for the same reasons that we cannot now act by impulses, but must think, so now must every legislator be a man of sound book-learning, because he cannot, if he would, think or act from the simple dictates of unimproved but undepraved common sense. newspapers, reviews, and the conversation of men who derive their opinions from newspapers and reviews will secure for him artificial opinions, if he does not secure them for himself from purer and more authentic sources. there is now no such being as a country gentleman. like their relation, the dodo, the race is extinct, or if by accident one has escaped, it belongs to the museum, not to active life, or the purposes of active life. [sidenote: theism and atheism] the more i read and reflect on the arguments of the truly philosophical theists and atheists, the more i feel convinced that the ultimate difference is a moral rather than an intellectual one, that the result is an x y z, an acknowledged insufficiency of the known to account for itself, and, therefore, a something unknown--that to which, while the atheist leaves it a blank in the understanding, the theist dedicates his noblest feelings of love and awe, and with which, by a moral syllogism, he connects and unites his conscience and actions. for the words goodness and wisdom are clearly only reflexes of the effect, just as when we call the unknown cause of cold and heat by the name of its effects, and _know_ nothing further. for if we mean that a being like man, with human goodness and intellect, only magnified, is the cause, that is, that the first cause is an immense man (as according to swedenborg and zinzendorf), then come the insoluble difficulties of the incongruity of qualities whose very essence implies finiteness, with a being _ex hypothesi_ infinite. [sidenote: the mind's eye] an excellent instance of the abstraction [from objects of the sense] that results from the attention converging to any one object, is furnished by the oily rags, broken saucers, greasy phials, dabs, crusts, and smears of paints in the laboratory of a raphael, or a claude lorraine, or a van huysum, or any other great master of the beautiful and becoming. in like manner, the mud and clay in the modelling hand of a chantrey--what are they to him whose total soul is awake, in his eye as a subject, and before his eye as some ideal of beauty _objectively_? the various objects of the senses are as little the objects of _his_ senses, as the ink with which the "lear" was written, existed in the consciousness of a shakspere. [sidenote: a land of bliss] the humming-moth with its glimmer-mist of rapid unceasing motion before the humble-bee within the flowering bells and cups--and the eagle _level_ with the clouds, himself a cloudy speck, surveys the vale from mount to mount. from the cataract flung on the vale, the broadest fleeces of the snowy foam light on the bank flowers or the water-lilies in the stiller pool below. [sidenote: time and eternity] the defect of archbishop leighton's reasoning is the taking eternity for a sort of time, a _baro major_, a baron of beef or quarter of lamb, out of which and off which time is cut, as a brisket or shoulder--while, even in common discourse, without any design of sounding the depth of the truth or of weighing the words expressing it in the hair-balance of metaphysics, it would be more convenient to consider eternity the _simul et totum_ as the _antitheton_ of time. [sidenote: the literary sterility of islamism] the extraordinary florency of letters under the spanish caliphate in connection with the character and capabilities of mohammedanism has never yet been treated as its importance requires. halim ii, founder of the university of cordova, and of numerous colleges and libraries throughout spain, is said to have possessed a library of six hundred thousand mss., the catalogue filling forty-four volumes. nor were his successors behind him in zeal and munificence. that the prime article of islamism, the uni-personality of god, is one cause of the downfall, say rather of the merely meteoric existence of their literary age, i am persuaded, but the exclusive scene (in spain) suggests many interesting views. with a learned class mohammedanism could not but pass into deism, and deism never did, never can, establish itself as a religion. it is the doctrine of the tri-unity that connects christianity with philosophy, gives a positive religion a specific interest to the philosopher, and that of redemption to the moralist and psychologist. predestination, in the plenitude, in which it is equivalent to fatalism, was the necessary alternative and _succedaneum_ of redemption, and the incarnation the only preservative against pantheism on one side, and anthropomorphism on the other. the persian (europeans in asia) form of mohammedanism is very striking in this point of view. [sidenote: the spirit of a people] it is not by individual character that an individual can derive just conclusions respecting a community or an age. conclusions so drawn are the excuse of selfish, narrow and pusillanimous statesmen, who, by dwelling on the kindred baseness or folly of the persons with whom they come in immediate contact, lose all faith in human nature, ignorant that even in these a spark is latent which would light up and consume the worthless overlay in a national moment. the spirit of a race is the character of a people, the sleep or the awakening of which depends on a few minds, pre-ordained for this purpose, and sometimes by the mere removal of the dead weight of a degenerate court or nobility pressing on the spring. so i doubt not would it be with the turks, were the porte and its seraglio conquered by russia. but the spirit of a race ought never to be supposed extinct, but on the other hand no more or other ought to be expected than the race contains in itself. the true cause of the irrecoverable fall of rome is to be found in the fact, that rome was a city, a handful of men that multiplied its subjects incomparably faster than its citizens, so that the latter were soon dilute and lost in the former. on a similar principle colonists in modern times degenerate by _excision_ from their race (the ancient colonies were _buds_). this, i think, applies to the neapolitans and most of the italian states. a nest of republics keep each other alive; but a patchwork of principalities has the effect of excision by insulation, or rather by compressure. how long did the life of germany doze under these ligatures! yet did we not _despair wrongfully_ of the people? the spirit of the race survived, of which literature was a part. hence i dare not despair of greece, because it has been barbarised and enslaved, but not split up into puny independent governments under princes of their own race. the neapolitans have always been a conquered people, and degenerates in the original sense of the word, _de genere_--they have lost their race, though what it was is uncertain. lastly, the individual in all things is the prerogative of the divine knowledge. what it is, our eyes can see only by what it has in common, and this can only be seen in communities where neither excision, nor ligature, nor commixture exists. despotism and superstition will not extinguish the character of a race, as russia testifies. but again, take care to understand that character, and expect no other fruit than the root contains in its nature. [sidenote: the flight of mohammed] had i proceeded, in concert with r. southey, with the "flight and return of mohammed," [ ] i had intended to introduce a disputation between mahomet, as the representative of unipersonal theism with the judaico-christian machinery of angels, genii, and prophets, an idolater with his gods, heroes, and spirits of the departed mighty, and a fetish-worshipper who adored the invisible alone, and held no religion common to all men or any number of men other than as they chanced at the same moment to be acted on by the same influence--even as when a hundred ant-hills are in motion under the same burst of sunshine. and, still, chiefly for the sake of the last scheme, i should like to do something of the kind. my enlightened fetish-divine would have been an okenist, a zoo-magnetist and (a priest of) the night-side of nature. [for the fragment entitled "mahomet," see _p. w._, , p. , and editor's _note_, p. .] [sidenote: prudence _versus_ friendship] among the countless arguments against the paleyans state, this too--can a wise moral legislator have made _prudence_ the true principle-ground, and guide of moral conduct, where in almost all cases in which there is contemplation to act wrong the first appearances of prudence are in favour of immorality, and, in order to ground the contrary on a principle of prudence, it is necessary to refine, to calculate, to look far onward into an uncertain future? is this a guide, or primary guide, that for ever requires a guide against itself? is it not a strange system which sets prudence against prudence? compare this with the law of conscience--is it not its specific character to be immediate, positive, unalterable? in short, _a priori_, state the requisites of a moral guide, and apply them first to prudence, and then to the law of pure reason or conscience, and ask if we need fear the result if the judge is pure from all bribes and prejudices. what then are the real dictates of prudence as drawn from every man's experience in late manhood, and so lured from the intoxication of youth, hope, and love? how cold, how dead'ning, what a dire vacuum they would leave in the soul, if the high and supreme sense of duty did not form a root out of which new prospects budded. what, i say, is the clear dictate of prudence in the matter of friendship? assuredly to _like_ only, and never to be so attached as to be stripped naked by the loss. a friend may be a great-coat, a beloved a couch, but never, never our necessary clothing, our only means of quiet heart-repose! and, yet, with this the mind of a generous man would be so miserable, that prudence itself would fight against prudence, and advise him to drink off the draught of hope, spite of the horrid and bitter dregs of disappointment, with which the draught will assuredly finish. though i have said that duty is a consolation, i have not affirmed that the scar of the wound of disappointed love and insulted, betrayed fidelity would be removed in _this_ life. no! it will not--nay, the very duty must for ever keep alive feelings the appropriate objects of which are indeed in another world; but yet our human nature cannot avoid at times the connection of those feelings with their original or their first forms and objects; and so far, therefore, from removing the scar, will often and often make the wound open and bleed afresh. but, still, we know that the feeling is not objectless, that the counterfeit has a correspondent genuine, and this is the comfort. [sidenote: a poet on poetry] _canzone xviii. fra le rime di dante_ is a poem of wild and interesting images, intended as an enigma, and to me an enigma it remains, spite of all my efforts. yet it deserves transcription and translation. a.d. [? ]. "tre donne intorno al cuor mi son venute," &c. [after the four first lines the handwriting is that of my old, dear, and honoured friend, mr. wade, of bristol.--s. t. c.] _ramsgate, sept. nd, ._--i _begin_ to understand the above poem, after an interval from , during which no year passed in which i did not reperuse, i might say construe, parse, and spell it, twelve times at least--such a fascination had it, spite of its obscurity! it affords a good instance, by the bye, of that soul of _universal_ significance in a true poet's composition, in addition to the specific meaning. [sidenote: great and little minds] great minds can and do create the taste of the age, and one of the contingent causes which warp the taste of nations and ages is, that men of genius in part yield to it, and in part are acted on by the taste of the age. common minds may be compared to the component drops of the stream of life--men of genius to the large and small bubbles. what if they break? they are still as good as the rest--drops of water. [sidenote: subject and object] in youth our happiness is hope; in age the recollection of the hopes of youth. what else can there be?--for the substantial mind, for the _i_, what else can there be? pleasure? fruition? filter hope and memory from pleasure, and the more entire the fruition the more is it the death of the _i_. a neutral product results that may exist for others, but no longer for itself--a coke or a slag. to make the object one with us, we must become one with the object--_ergo, an_ object. _ergo_, the object must be itself a subject--partially a favourite dog, principally a friend, wholly god, _the_ friend. god is love--that is, an object that is absolutely subject (god is a spirit), but a subject that for ever condescends to become the object for those that meet him subjectively. [as in the] eucharist, [he is] verily and truly present to the faithful, neither [by a] _trans_ nor _con_, but [by] _substantiation_. [sidenote: the three estates of being] we might as well attempt to conceive more than three dimensions of space, as to imagine more than three kinds of living existence--god, man, and beast. and even of these the last (division) is obscure, and scarce endures a fixed contemplation without passing into an unripe or degenerated humanity. [sidenote: a life-long error] my mother told my wife that i was a year younger, and that there was a blunder made either in the baptismal register itself or in the transcript sent for my admission into christ's hospital; and mrs. c., who is older than myself, believes me only . be this as it may, in _life_, if not in years, i am, alas! nearer to . [s. t. c. was born on october , . consequently, on october , , he was not yet forty-seven. he entered his forty-eighth year october , .] [sidenote: an unwritten sonnet] n.b.--a sonnet on the child collecting shells and pebbles on the sea-shore or lake-side, and carrying each with a fresh shout of delight and admiration to the mother's apron, who smiles and assents to each "this is pretty!" "is not that a nice one?" and then when the prattler is tired of its _conchozetetic_ labours lifts up her apron and throws them out on her apron. such are our first discoveries both in science and philosophy.--s. t. coleridge, oct. , . [sidenote: milton and shakspere] found mr. g. with hartley in the garden, attempting to explain to himself and to hartley a feeling of a something not present in milton's works, that is, in "paradise lost," "paradise regained," and "samson agonistes," which he _did_ feel delightedly in the "lycidas," and (as i added afterwards) in the italian sonnets compared with the english. and this appeared to me to be the _poet_ appearing and wishing to appear as the poet, and, likewise, as the man, as much as, though more rare than, the father, the brother, the preacher, and the patriot. compare with milton, chaucer's "fall of the leaf" and spenser throughout, and you cannot but _feel_ what gillman meant to convey. what is the solution? this, i believe--but i must premise that there is a _synthesis_ of intellectual insight including the mental object, the organ of the correspondent being indivisible, and this (o deep truth!) because the objectivity consists in the universality of its subjectiveness--as when it _sees_, and millions _see_ even so, and the seeing of the millions is what constitutes to _a_ and to each of the millions the _objectivity_ of the sight, the equivalent to a common object--a synthesis of _this_, i say, and of proper external object which we call _fact_. now, this it is which we find in religion. it is more than philosophical truth--it is other and more than historical fact; it is not made up by the addition of the one to the other, but it is the _identity_ of both, the co-inherence. now, this being understood, i proceed to say, using the term objectivity (arbitrarily, i grant), for this identity of truth and fact, that milton hid the poetry in or transformed (not trans-substantiated) the poetry into this objectivity, while shakspere, in all things, the divine opposite or antithetic correspondent of the divine milton, transformed the objectivity into poetry. mr. g. observed as peculiar to the hamlet, that it alone, of all shakspere's plays, presented to him a moving along _before_ him; while in others it was a moving, indeed, but with which he himself moved equally in all and with all, and without any external something by which the motion was manifested, even as a man would move in a balloon--a sensation of motion, but not a sight of moving and having been moved. and why is this? because of all the characters of shakspere's plays hamlet is the only character with which, by contra-distinction from the rest of the _dramatis personæ_, the fit and capable reader identifies himself as the representation of his own contemplative and strictly proper and very own being (action, etc., belongs to others, the moment we call it our own)--hence the events of the play, with all the characters, move because you stand still. in the other plays, your identity is equally diffused over all. of no parts can you say, as in hamlet, they are moving. but ever it is _we_, or that period and portion of human action, which is unified into a dream, even as in a dream the personal unity is diffused and severalised (divided to the sight though united in the dim feeling) into a sort of reality. even so [it is with] the styles of milton and shakspere--the same weight of effect from the exceeding _felicity_ (subjectively) of shakspere, and the exceeding _propriety_ (_extra arbitrium_) of milton. [sidenote: a royal road to knowledge] the best plan, i think, for a man who would wish his mind to continue growing is to find, in the first place, some means of ascertaining for himself whether it does or no; and i can think of no better than early in life, say after three-and-twenty, to procure gradually the works of some two or three great writers--say, for instance, bacon, jeremy taylor, and kant, with the _de republicâ_, _de legibus_, the _sophistes_ and _politicus_ of plato, and the _poetics_, _rhetorics_, and _politics_ of aristotle--and amidst all other reading, to make a point of reperusing some one, or some weighty part of some one of these every four or five years, having from the beginning a separate note-book for each of these writers, in which your impressions, suggestions, conjectures, doubts and judgments are to be recorded with date of each, and so worded as to represent most sincerely the exact state of your convictions at the time, such as they would be if you did not (which this plan will assuredly make you do sooner or later) anticipate a change in them from increase of knowledge. "it is possible that i am in the wrong, but so it now appears to me, after my best attempts; and i must therefore put it down in order that i may find myself so, if so i am." it would make a little volume to give in detail all the various moral as well as intellectual advantages that would result from the systematic observation of the plan. diffidence and hope would reciprocally balance and excite each other. a continuity would be given to your being, and its progressiveness ensured. all your knowledge otherwise obtained, whether from books or conversation or experience, would find centres round which it would organise itself. and, lastly, the habit of confuting your past self, and detecting the causes and occasions of your having mistaken or overlooked the truth, will give you both a quickness and a winning kindness, resulting from sympathy, in exposing the errors of others, as if you were an _alter ego_, of his mistake. and such, indeed, will your antagonist appear to you, another past self--in all points in which the falsity is not too plainly a derivation from a corrupt heart and the predominance of bad passion or worldly interests overlaying the love of truth as truth. and even in this case the liveliness with which you will so often have expressed yourself in your private note-books, in which the words, unsought for and untrimmed because intended for your own eye, exclusively, were the first-born of your first impressions, when you were either enkindled by admiration of your writer, or excited by a humble disputing with him reimpersonated in his book, will be of no mean rhetorical advantage to you, especially in public and extemporary debate or animated conversation. [sidenote: the idea of god] did you deduce your own being? even that is less absurd than the conceit of deducing the divine being? never would you have had the notion, had you not had the idea--rather, had not the idea worked in you like the memory of a name which we cannot recollect and yet feel that we have and which reveals its existence in the mind only by a restless anticipation and proves its _a priori_ actuality by the almost explosive instantaneity with which it is welcomed and recognised on its re-emersion out of the cloud, or its re-ascent from the horizon of consciousness. [sidenote: aphorisms and adages] i should like to know whether or how far the delight i feel, and have always felt, in adages or aphorisms of universal or very extensive application is a general or common feeling with men, or a peculiarity of my own mind. i cannot describe how much pleasure i have derived from "extremes meet," for instance, or "treat everything according to its nature," and, the last, "be"! in the last i bring all inward rectitude to its test, in the former all outward morality to its rule, and in the first all problematic results to their solution, and reduce apparent contraries to correspondent opposites. how many hostile tenets has it enabled me to contemplate as fragments of truth, false only by negation and mutual exclusion? [sidenote: ignore thyself july , ] i have myself too often of late used the phrase "rational self-love" the same as "enlightened self-love." o no more of this! what have love, reason or light to do with _self_, except as the dark and evil spirit which it is given to them to overcome! _soul-love_, if you please. o there is more stuff of thought in our simple and pious fore-elders' adjuration, "take pity of your poor soul!" than in all the volumes of paley, rochefoucauld, and helvetius! [sidenote: rugit leo] n.b.--the injurious manner in which men of genius are treated, not only as authors, but even when they are in social company. _a_ is believed to be, or talked of as, a man of unusual talent. people are anxious to meet him. if he says little or nothing, they wonder at the report, never considering whether they themselves were fit either to excite, or if self-excited to receive and comprehend him. but with the simplicity of genius he attributes more to them than they have, and they put questions that cannot be answered but by a return to first principles, and then they complain of him as not conversing, but lecturing. "he is quite intolerable," "might as well be hearing a sermon." in short, in answer to some objection, _a_ replies, "sir, this rests on the distinction between an _idea_ and an _image_, and, likewise, its difference from a perfect _conception_." "pray, sir, explain." because he does not and cannot [state the case as concisely as if he had been appealed to about a hand at] whist, 'tis "lord! how long he talks," and they never ask themselves, did this man force himself into your company? was he not dragged into it? what is the practical result? that the man of genius should live as much as possible with beings that simply love him, from relationship or old association, or with those that have the same feelings with himself; but in all other company he will do well to cease to be the man of genius, and make up his mind to appear dull or commonplace as a companion, to be the most silent except upon the most trivial subjects of any in the company, to turn off questions with a joke or a pun as not suiting a wine-table, and to trust only to his writings. [sidenote: a broken heart] few die of a _broken heart_, and these few (the surgeons tell us) know nothing of it, and, dying suddenly, leave to the dissector the first discovery. o this is but the shallow remark of a hard and unthinking prosperity! have you never seen a stick broken in the middle, and yet cohering by the rind? the fibres, half of them actually broken and the rest sprained and, though tough, unsustaining? o many, many are the broken-hearted for those who know what the moral and practical heart of the man is! [sidenote: vox hiemalis thursday, sept. , ] now the breeze through the stiff and brittle-becoming foliage of the trees counterfeits the sound of a rushing stream or water-flood suddenly sweeping by. the sigh, the modulated continuousness of the murmur is exchanged for the confusion of overtaking sounds--the self-evolution of the one, for the clash or stroke of ever-commencing contact of the multitudinous, without interspace, by confusion. the short gusts rustle and the ear feels the unlithesome dryness, before the eye detects the coarser, duller, though deeper green, deadened and not [yet] awakened into the hues of decay--echoes of spring from the sepulchral vault of winter. the aged year, conversant with the forms of its youth and forgetting all the intervals, feebly reproduces them [as it were, from], memory. [sidenote: constancy friday, june , ] "constancy lives in realms above." this exclusion of constancy from the list of earthly virtues may be a poet's exaggeration, but, certainly, it is of far rarer occurrence in _all_ relations of life than the young and warm-hearted are willing to believe, but in cases of _exclusive_ attachment (that is, in love, properly so-called, and yet distinct from friendship), and in the _highest_ form of the virtue, it is _so_ rare that i cannot help doubting whether an instance of _mutual_ constancy in effect ever existed. for there are two sorts of constancy, the one negative, where there is no _transfer_ of affection, where the bond of attachment is not broken though it may be attenuated to a thread--this may be met with, not so seldom, and, where there is goodness of heart, it may be expected--but the other sort, or _positive_ constancy, where the affection endures in the same intensity with the same or increased tenderness and _nearness_, of this it is that i doubt whether once in an age an instance occurs where _a_ feels it toward _b_, and _b_ feels it towards _a_, and _vice versâ_. [sidenote: flowers and light april , ] spring flowers, i have observed, look best in the day, and by sunshine: but summer and autumnal flower-pots by lamp or candle-light. i have now before me a flower-pot of cherry-blossoms, polyanthuses, double violets, periwinkles, wall-flowers, but how dim and dusky they look! the scarlet anemone is an exception, and three or four of them with all the rest of the flower-glass sprays of white blossoms, and one or two periwinkles for the sake of the dark green leaves, green stems, and flexible elegant form, make a lovely group both by sun and by candle-light. grove, highgate. [sidenote: the breath of spring feb. , ] what an interval! heard the singing birds this morning in our garden for the first time this year, though it rained and blew fiercely; but the long frost has broken up, and the wind, though fierce, was warm and westerly. [sidenote: the idea of life may , ] to the right understanding of the most awfully _concerning_ declaration of holy writ there has been no greater obstacle than the want of insight into the nature of life--what it is and what it is not. but in order to this, the mind must have been raised to the contemplation of the _idea_--the life celestial, to wit--or the distinctive essence and character of the holy spirit. here life is _love_--communicative, outpouring love. _ergo_, the terrestrial or the life of nature ever the shadow and opposite of the divine is appropriative, absorbing _appetence_. but the great mistake is, that the soul cannot continue without life; for, if so, with what propriety can the portion of the reprobate soul be called death? what if the natural life have two possible terminations--true being and the falling back into the dark will? [sidenote: a comprehensive formula] the painter-parson, rev. mr. judkin, is about to show off a romish priest converted to the protestant belief, on sunday next at his church, and asked of me (this day, at mr. gray's, friday, th july, ) whether i knew of any form of recantation but that of archbishop tenison. i knew nothing of tenison's or any other, but expressed my opinion that no other recantation ought to be required than a declaration that he admitted no outward authority superior to, or co-ordinate with, the canonical scriptures, and no interpreter that superseded or stood in the place of the holy spirit, enlightening the mind of each true believer, according to his individual needs. i can conceive a person holding all the articles that distinguish the romish from the protestant conception, with this one exception; and, yet, if he did make this exception, and professed to believe them, because he thought they were contained in, or to be fairly inferred from, right reason and the scriptures, i should consider him as true a protestant as luther, knox, or calvin, and a far better than laud and his compeers, however meanly i might think of him as a philosopher and theologian. the laying so great a stress on transubstantiation i have long regarded as the great calamity or error of the reformation--if not constrained by circumstances, the great _error_--or, if constrained, the great _calamity_. [sidenote: the night is at hand august , ] the sweet prattle of the chimes--counsellors pleading in the court of love--then the clock, the solemn sentence of the mighty judge--long pause between each pregnant, inappellable word, too deeply weighed to be reversed in the high-justice-court of time and fate. a more richly solemn sound than this eleven o'clock at antwerp i never heard--dead enough to be opaque as central gold, yet clear enough to be the mountain air. index of proper names _abergavenny, the_, achilles, adam, adar river, africa, , alexander the great, alfieri, allen, robert, , _n_ allston, washington, , anacreon, , antonio, st., antwerp, aphrodite, apollo, ariosto, , aristotle, , , , arne, arrian, augustine, st., bacon, f. (lord verulam), , , , , , ball, sir alexander, ball, lady, barrow, j., , bassenthwaite, barclay, w. ("argenis"), beaumont, francis, beaumont, sir george, , , beaumont, lady, beddoes, thomas, m.d., _n_ bentham, berkeley, bishop, bernard, saint, bernouilli, beverley, blackmore, , blount, sir edward, blumenbach, boccaccio, bonnet, borrowdale, , , bosch, boyer, j., brandelhow, bristol, _n_ brunck, brougham, lord, brown, dr. j., browne, william, and _n_ bruno, giordano, , _n_, , , buffon, buonaparte, burdett, sir f., , burton, robert, cain, cairns, m. j., calvin, cambridge, campbell, t., campeachy, bay of, caracciolo, caernarvon castle, castle crag, castlerigg, catullus, cecilia, st., ceres, cervantes, chantrey, charlemagne, chartreuse, chaucer, chersites, theodoras, china, , , christ's hospital, , cicero, _n_ circe, clarkson, thomas, clarkson, mrs., claudian, clotharius, cobbett, w., , cochrane (earl of dundonald). coleorton, _n_ coleridge, berkeley, coleridge, derwent, , , coleridge, hartley, , , , , , , , , , , coleridge, colonel james, _n_. coleridge, s. t., , _n_, _n_, _n_, , _n_, and _n_, _n_, , _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, _n_, and _n_ coleridge, sara (mrs. s. t.), , , coleridge, sara (mrs. h. n. coleridge), , _n_. collins, combe, s., combe satchfield, _n_. condillac, constantine, budæo-tusan, cordova, cottle, joseph, , , _courier_ office, , _n_ cowper, william, , cuthill, mr., , dampier, travels of, dante, , , , , daphnis, d'orvilles, darwin, dr., , , , david, king, davy, sir h., dennison, mr., , de quincey, _n_, diogenes, domitian, drayton, dresden, dryden, duke richard, _n_ dundas (lord melville), durham, , dyer, george, _n_, edgeworth, miss, elizabeth, queen, empedocles, eolus, epictetus, erigena, joannes scotus, escot, _n_ etna, euphormio, exeter, favell, _n_ fay, benedict, fénelon, fichte, , , , fielding, , flaminius, , fletcher, john, fracastorius, , , france, , , , geddes, dr. alexander, _n_ geneva, lake of, genoa, germany, _n_, , , , gibbon, gillman, james, , gillman, mrs., glanvillians, the, godwin, w., , , goethe, göttingen, grasmere, , gray, thomas, , greece, , , , greenough, greta river, , , , greta hall, _n_ greville, fulk, grysdale pike, , guarini, guyon, madame, , haarlem, halim ii., hamburg, harrington, j., , hartz, and _n_ hayley, hazlitt, w., , , hebrides, helvellyn, helvetius, henry, prince, herbert's, st., island, hobbes, , holcroft, , homer, , horace, hume, david, , , , , huss, hutchinson, mary (mrs. wordsworth), _n_, hutchinson, sarah, _n_ india, ireland, italy, , java, jennings, j., johnson, dr., , , , jonson, ben, judkin, rev. mr., kant, , , , , keswick, _n_, klopstock, , knox, john, , lamb, charles, , _n_. latrigg, _n_ laud, lavater, leckie, leibnitz, , , , leighton, lessing, linnæus, lloyd, charles, lloyd, david, locke, , , , , loch leven, lodore, london, , , lorraine, claude, lupus, luther, , , , , lyceum, lyonnet, mackintosh, sir j., , , malone, e., , _n_ malta, _n_, , , , , , , _n_, , , malthus, rev. j., marathon, _n_ marini, g. b., martial, massinger, mediterranean, , metastasio, , middleton, sir hugh, milton, , , , , , , , , , _n_, , , , , , mohammed, , _n_. molière, montagu, basil, _n_. moses, , mylius, johann christoph., naples, king of, naucratius, nelson, lord, newlands, newmarket, new river, newton, sir isaac, nile, norway, okenist, an, orleans, otter river, otterton, _n_ ottery st. mary, , _n_, _n_ ovid, paine, tom, paley, archdeacon, , , , , paracelsus, , parisatis, parkinson (_theatrum botanicum_), pascal, pasley, captain, , paul, jean (richter), paul, st., , penelope, nature a, peter, st., petrarch, , _n_ picts, the, pindar, pitt, plato, , , , plotinus, , , polyclete, poole, t., , pope, , , porphyry, port royal, porte, the, portugal, _n_ price, dr., priestley, dr., , prince, the black, proclus, , , proserpine, psyche, , , pygmalion, pyramids, the, pythagoras, , quintilian, _n_ raleigh, sir w., , raphael, ray (or wray), john, , reignia, captain, reimarus, herman samuel, _n_, rhone river, richardson, samuel, , rickman, j., robertson, william, rochefoucauld, rock, captain (son of), rogers, samuel, rome, church of, , , rome, , , , russia, , scapula, scarlett (james lord abinger), schelling, , schiller, , , , _n_, scott, sir walter, _n_ scotus, duns, sens, shakspere, , , , , , , _n_, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , sharp, grenville, sharp, richard, , sheridan, r. b., , shield, sidney, sir philip, , simonides, skiddaw, , , smith, robert, smith, sydney, sorel, dr., sotheby, william, south, southey, , _n_, , , _n_, , spain, , , spenser, spinoza, , , staunton, sir g., stephen's, st., stephen's thesaurus, stewart, sir james, stoddart (dr. afterwards sir j.), , _n_, , _n_, stowey, upper, stowey, nether, _n_ strabo, geographicus, strada, prolusions of, strozzi, giambatista, stuart, daniel, sweden, swedenborg, swift, dean, , , swinside, switzerland, syracuse, tantalus, taylor, dorothy, _n_ taylor, frances, _n_ taylor, jeremy, , , , taylor, thomas, teme, valley of, tenison, archbishop, theophrastus, tiberius, tibullus, tobin, j., , , _n_ tyrol, the, underwood, mr., unzer, d., valetta, _n_, van huysum, varrius, vida, vincent, captain, virgil, virginia, voltaire, voss, , vossius, wade, mr., _n_ wedgwood, t., , whinlatter, , white, mr. (of clare hall, camb.), wickliffe, wieland, wilberforce, willoughby, lord, wilson, john, _n_ windybrow, _n_ withop fells, wollstonecraft, mary, wordsworth, dorothy, _n_ wordsworth, john, wordsworth, william, , _n_, , , , _n_, , , , , , , _n_, , , , , _n_, _n_, , _n_, , _n_ wyndham, , zinzendorf, index of titles note.--_brief paragraphs and sentences to which no title has been given, in the text will be found indexed under the following headings._ abstruse research, - anecdotes, a sheaf of, - aphorisms and pithy sentences, - comparisons and contrasts, - country and town, - dreams and shadows, - duty and experience, - for the _soother in absence_, - ; - ; - ; - ; - ; - ; - ; - ; - hints for _the friend_, , ; - ; - observations and reflections, - _seriores rosæ_, things visible and invisible, - thoughts, a crowd of, - thoughts and fancies, - transcripts from my velvet pocket books, - index _abstruse research_, - face, the phantom of, eye-spectra, reluctance of mind to analyse, soul within the body. window at keswick, a bliss, &c., adam's death, alas! they had been friends, &c., allston, to, all thoughts, all passions, &c., a man's a man, &c., analogy, - anecdote, a genuine, _anecdotes, a sheaf of_, - beaumont, sir g., and gauze spectacles, beaumont, lady, her prayers, göttingen and the _hospes_, godwin, holcroft, and underwood, holcroft and m. wollstonecraft, exeter, the organ pipe, lamb, charles, a call upon, rickman and george dyer, anticipations in nature, &c., aphorisms and adages, - _aphorisms and pithy sentences_, - bookmaking, burdett, sir francis, catamaran, man compared with, convalescence without love, half-reconciliation, hunter, the light of his torch, love, inspired by superiority, money, the depreciation of, peninsulating river, philosophy, its plummet-line, sun, the rosy fingers of, vision and appetite, architecture and climate, art, the pyramid in, an afterthought, as the sparks fly upward, ascend a step, etc., - aspiration, a pious, association, association, of streamy, a time to cry out, - attention and sensation, _auri sacra fames_, ave phoebe imperator, being, the three estates of, bells, concerning, - clotharius, latin distichs, names of bells, passing bells, waggon-horse, &c., in the hartz, note on schiller's 'song of the bell,' &c., bibliological memoranda, - bird, the captive, birds caged, especially the robin, bliss, a land of, - book-knowledge and experience, book-learning for legislators, books in the air, - bright october, browne, william, of ottery and note, - bruno, giordano, , bulls in action, but love is indestructible, candour another name for cant, catholic reunion, cast not your pearls, &c., - ceres, the conversion of, _c'est magnifique_, etc., children of a larger growth, christabel, a hint for, chymical analogies, - clerical errors, the psychology of, - _cogitare est laborare_, communicable, the, _comparisons and contrasts_, - constitution, the, and rotten cheese, eyes, meaning glances from, genoa, "liberty" on prisons of, gratitude, the curse of, intellect, snails of, mackintosh, the style of, malice, minds, pygmy, poetry, the effect of, sot, the prayer of, southey, an ostrich, trout, his likeness to, truth, the blindness of, two dew-drops, worldly-minded men, like owls, columba, st., conceits, verbal, conscience and immortality, - constancy, etc., conversation, his, a nimiety, &c., - converts, the intolerance of, _corruptio optimi pessima_, , cottle, an apology for, cottle, free version of the psalms, _country and town_, - calf-lowing, a reminiscence of ottery, coloured bottles, reflections of, country, depraving effect of, lecture, dream concerning a, smiles on men and mountains, stones like life, and life motionless as stones, critics, immature, criticism, a principle of, criticism, minute, darwin's "botanical garden," death, the realisation of, - delusion, an optical, devil, the, with a memory, - devil, the, a recantation, - distemper's worst calamity, - distinction in union, _document humain_, dream, a, and a parenthesis, dreams, order in, _dreams and shadows_, - idea, the descent of, taper's cone of flame, a simile, "as in life's noisiest hour," etc., "you mould my thoughts," etc., drip, drip, drip, drip, _duty and experience_, , human happiness, chymistry, a noble, metaphysical opinion in anguish, misfortunes a fertilising rain, pleasure and pain, real pain a panacea, duty and self-interest, - early death, , easter, the northern, education, of, - ego, the, egotism, empyrean, the, england, the righteousness of, enthusiasm, entity, a superfluous, entomology _v._ ontology, epigram, a divine, error, a life-long (his age), etymology, - evil, the origin of, - evil produces evil, experience and book knowledge, - experiment, a doubtful, extremes meet, , facts and fiction, fallings from us vanishings, - "floods and general inundations," first thoughts and friendship, , flowers and light, , flowers of speech, , form and feeling, formula, a comprehensive, - "for compassion a human heart," _for the soother in absence_, - dreams and reveries, dresden, the engraved cherry-stone, mediterranean, the white sails on, outwardly happy but no joy within, sunset in winter, and summer-set, _for the soother in absence_, - caracciolo and his floating corse, final causes, moonlight, crinkled circles on the sea, religion repels the gay, vicious thoughts and rhyme-terminations, diogenes, why not? interest and satisfaction, _for the soother in absence_, - language, its growth, etc., medical romance--a title, mylius, poets the bridlers of delight, quintetta, the, in the syracuse opera, recollections of pre-existent state, tarantula dance of argumentation, _for the soother in absence_, - _quisque sui faber_, nature a penelope, root to the crown--growth of the flower, _for the soother in absence_, - admiralty court maxims, convoy from england, cyphers, death and the sleeping baby, faults and forewarnings, miss edgeworth, johnson, dr., and shakspere, pen-slit, the action of, sealing-wax--where was it? totalising, disease of, voice and eye--precedence and sequence, wafers, maltese, _for the soother in absence_, - conscience and watches, contra-reasoning and controversy, earthly losses and heaven, eye, the twofold power of, facts and the relation of them, metaphor and reality, negation begets errors, speculative men not unpractical, war, the weariness of, no excuse for peace, word-play a cat's cradle, worldly men, their belief in sincerity, _for the soother in absence_, - _co-arctation_, dull souls may become great poet's bodies, judgment compared to belgic towns, lover married, a frog in a well, music and the genus and particular, originality not claimed by the original, shorthandists for the house of commons, stiletto and the rosary, water-lily and the sponge, _for the soother in absence_, - death and the tree of life, grave, our growth in, irish architect, _scopæ viarum_, shooting stars and bedtime, sleep, the lovers', swift and the pine-tree, truth and action, wordsworth, an aspiration, yellowing leaflets, _for the soother in absence_, - affliction and adversity, _allapse_ of serpents, atmosphere, every man his own, augustine, st., and a friend's misjudgment, blast, the, blue sky, yellow green at twilight, greece, the genius of, hayfield and still life, _heu! quam miserum_, indian fig and death of an immortal, kings, what kind of gods? love, the mighty works of, metallic pencils, parisatis, and the poisoned knife, peacock moulting, shadow, sheridan, and bacon, sunflowers, strabo geographicus on genius, two faces, etc., - tycho brahe, a subject for allston, water-wagtails, woman, a passionate, a simile, french language and poetry, - friendship and marriage, - genius, genius, his own, - german philosophy, his indebtedness to, god, the idea of, great and little minds, great men and national worth, - hail and farewell, halfway house, the, - happiness made perfect, hazlitt, w., health, independence, and friendship, heart, a broken, heaviness, may endure, &c., , hesperus, , _hinc illa marginalia_, - _hints for the friend_, , authors and buffon's fan, conscience good, and fine weather, great deeds, great hearts, and great states, hypocrisy, massy misery, mystery from wilful deafness, no glory and no christianity, a total eclipse, proud ignorance, reformers like scourers of silver plate, _hints for the friend_, - conscience, a pure, like a life-boat, dame quickly on parties, duns scotus on faith, foliage, not the trunk, helvetius, his selenography, lavater and narcissus, pope, the, a simile, reliance on god and man, reviewers like jurymen, _hints for the friend_, - amboynese, and their clove trees, eloign, a word of queen elizabeth's, esoteric christianity, mathematics and metaphysics, monsoon, the chinese elephant, nature, the perception of, a comparison, paracelsus, on new words, partisans or opponents, how to address them, hope, the moon's halo an emblem of, humanity, the hope of, , humility, the lover's, hypothesis, of a new, i will lift up, etc., idea, the birth of, idealist, the, at bay, - "if a man could pass through paradise," ignore thyself, illusion (mr. dennison and the "bottle man"), - imagination 'eisenoplasy,' in a twinkling of an eye, - in wonder all philosophy began, incommunicable, the, infancy and infants, , infinite, the, and the finite, _inopem me copia fecit_, insects, _spiders' webs in java_, _libellulidæ_, _tipulidæ minimæ_, islamism, , "kingdom of heavenite," a, knave, a treacherous, knowledge, a royal road to, - knowledge and understanding, landing places, law and gospel, liberty, the cap of, life, the idea of, light, the inward, _litera scripta manet_, love, - affected by jealousy, soother of misfortune, disappointed, the transformer, love, - love, the adolescence of, love, the divine essence, - love and duty, - love, the ineffable, - love and music, - lover, the humble complaint of, loves, of first, - _lucus a non lucendo_, magnitude, the sense of, - maiden's primer, marriage, the ideal, mean, the danger of, means to ends, mediterranean, the, "a brisk gale and the foam," memorandum, a serious, metaphysic, a defence of, metaphysician, the, at bay, metaphysic, the aim of his, milton's blank verse, milton and shakspere, - mohammed, the flight of, - moment, a, and a magic mirror, - monition, the rage for, - moonlight gleams and massy glories, moonset, a, morning, a gem of, _mot propre_, the passion for, mother wit, motion, the psychology of, - _multum in parvo_, name it and you break it, nature, the night side of, - _ne quid nimis_, _nefas est ab hoste doceri_, neither bond nor free, neutral pronoun, a, night, in the visions of, , nightmare, the hag, - _noscitur a sociis_, not the beautiful, etc., - _obductâ fronte senectus_, - _observations and reflections_, - ashes in autumn, citizens eat, rustics drink, definition hostile to images, first cause and source of the nile, love poems, a scheme of, moon, the setting, my birthday, northern lights, derwent's birthday, shakspere and naucratius, soul the mummy, an emblem, spring with cone of sand, stability and instability, the cause of, state, the eye of, superiors and inferiors, truths and feelings, two moon-rainbows, of a too witty book, - official distrust, o star benign! o thou whose fancies, etc., - omniscient, the comforter, one music as before, etc. one, the, and the good, one, the many and the, opera, the, orange blossom, - over-blaming, the danger of, [greek: panta rhei], - _pars altera mei_, partisans and renegades, - past and present, people, the spirit of a, - petrarch's epistles, , phantoms of sublimity, philanthropy and self-advertisement, , philosophy the friend of poetry, pindar, places and persons, - poet, a, on poetry, poet, the, and the spider, poetic licence, a plea for, - poetry, correction of, dr. darwin, elder languages, the fitter for, ode, definition of, poetry and prose, - poets as critics of poets, - populace and people, posterity, a caution to, practical man, a, - praise, the meed of, presentiments, - price, dr., - prophecy, the manufacture of, - prudence _versus_ friendship, - pseudo-poets, psychology in youth and maturity, public opinion and the services, purgatory, an intellectual, - rain, the maddening, recollection and remembrance, reimarus and the instinct of animals, - religion, spiritual, , - _remedium amoris_, richardson, - righteousness, the sun of, _rugit leo_, - save me from my friends, - science and philosophy, - scholastic terms, a plea for, - schoolman, a unitarian, sea, the bright blue, self, the abstract, self-absorption and selfishness, self-esteem, excess of, , self-esteem, defect of, self-reproof, a measure in, - sensations, the continuity of, , sentiment an antidote to casuistry, - sentiment, morbid, - sentiments below morals, _seriores rosæ_, "lie with the ear," "like some spendthrift lord," "on the same man as in a vineyard," "the blossom gives not only," "we all look up," sermons, ancient and modern, - seventeen hundred and sixty yards, etc., shakspere and malone, subject and object, silence is golden, simile, a, _sine qua non_, sleepless, the feint of the, solace, external, his need of, _solvitur suspiciendo_, sonnet, an unwritten, soul, the embryonic, spinoza, a poem on spirit or on, spinoza, the ethics of, spiritual blindness, spiritualism and mysticism, - spooks, spring, the breath of, square, the, the circle, the pyramid, star, to the evening, style of milton, smectymnuus, etc., subject and object, sundog, a, sunset, a, superstition, - supposition, a, syracuse, taste, an ethical quality, teleology and nature worship, temperament and morals, that inward eye, etc., , the body of this death, the conclusion of the whole matter, the greater damnation, the mind's eye, "the more exquisite," etc., the night is at hand, "the sunny mist," etc., the tender mercies of the good, - "the tree or sea-weed like," etc., theism and atheism, - _things visible and invisible_, - anthropomorphism and the trinity, anti-optimism, babe, its sole notion of cruelty, cairns, j., on the nazarites, child scolding a flower, children's words, analogous, dandelions, beards of, note, dyer, george, and poets' throttles, fisherman, the idle, note, friends' friends, reception by, note, godwin, a definition of, hartley's fire-place of stones, hazlitt's theory of picture and palette, "hot-headed men confuse," "how," the substratum of philosophy, kingfishers' flight, "little daisy," etc., london and nature, luther, his prejudices, comment, materialists and mystery, nightingale and frogs in germany, note, quotations, rage for, reproaches and remorse, sickbed and prison, "slanting pillars of misty light," space a perception of additional magnitude, taylor, jeremy, quotation from _via pacis_, "the thin scattered rain-clouds," things perishable, thoughts imperishable, thinking and perceiving, time and likeness, upturned leaves, _thoughts, a crowd of_, - children and hard-skinned ass, ghost of a mountain, light as lovers love, man, epitheton of, palm, the, place and time, poets' bad and beautiful expressions, public schools, advantage of, rainbows stedfast in mist, rosemary tree, a, slang, religious, sopha of sods, note, stump of a tree, thought, a mortal agony of, thought and attention, - _thoughts and fancies_, - achilles and his heel, devil at the very end of hell, dimness and numbness, friendship and comprehension, green fields after the city, happiness and paradise, hartley and the "seems," kind-hearted men refuse roughly, limbo, metaphysics, their effect on the thoughts, nature for likeness, men for difference, old world, the, and the new year, opposite talents not incompatible, poets and death, poets, his rank among, sounds and outness, swift and socinianism, time as threefold, thought and things, thoughts-how like music at times! through doubt to faith, time an element of grief, time and eternity, time, real and imaginary, note, - _transcripts from my velvet pocket-books_, - action, the meanness of, barrow and the verbal imagination, candle-snuffers not discoverers, falling asleep, new play compared to toy ship, plagiarist, a thief in the candle, post, its influence, quotation and conversation, repose after agitation, socinianism and methodism, teme, the valley of, universe, the federal republic of, wedgwood, t., and thoughts and things, transubstantiation, - truth, , truth, the danger of adapting, &c., truth, the fixed stars of, turtle-shell, a, for household tub, - unwin, mrs., cowper's lines to, - unknown, the great, vain glory, - _verbum sapientibus_, _ver, zer, and al_, vexation, a complex, _vox hiemalis_, - we ask not whence, etc., wedgwood, t., and reimarus, what man has made of man, - will, the undisciplined, - windmill and its shadow, - winter, a mild, woman's frowardness, words and things, words, creative power of, and images, words, the power of, - wordsworth and _the prelude_, wordsworth, john, worldly wise, wounded vanity, a salve for, - printed by ballantyne, hanson & co. london & edinburgh * * * * * transcriber's note the following changes have been made to the text: page ix: "ceasless" changed to ceaseless". page : "wordliness" changed to "worldliness". page : "partizans" changed to "partisans". page : "pyschologise" changed to "psychologise". page : "strenghth" changed to "strength". page : "lifelong" changed to "life-long". page : "caraccioli" changed to "caracciolo". page : "philososhy" changed to "philosophy". page : "partizans" changed to "partisans". page : "righteousnesss" changed to "righteousness". page : "rainclouds" changed to "rain-clouds'. page : "hardskinned" changed to "hard-skinned". real, finds not excuses for self, should not be alone, silent, sometimes deep and dangerous, social creature, strive not too anxiously, swollen by prosperity, shrunk by adversity, the difference between, the unpunctual, though surly, may be honest, true, never frets about place in the world, he had nothing and was, weak, easily moulded, well bred, acknowledges a fault, well bred, always sociable, what did he leave at death, when act of equals, angel's, when he may be known truly, when to make a world for himself, who deserves name of, who excels, sought after, who masters the world, who thinks, governs, etc., wise, shapes himself to environments, working, hunger enters not his house, manners, coldness of, freezes, contrasted with character, mirror man's image, people with good, quiet, etc., shadows of virtue, vulgar people cannot be still, want of, in society, unpardonable, mansion, be not inferior to thine, marriage, a bloom or a blight, a maiden's trust in, advice on, by themistocles, be careful before, bond should be broken only by death, can two live as cheaply as one? choice in--samuel johnson, choose not alone a proper, effect on romance and history, like public feast, like shears, how, marry in your own rank, newly wedded, rule for, one seldom weds first love, pious elder said to his son, reason for many unhappy ones, should be state of equality, the dying moments of a single life, the treasures of the deep are not so precious, two views--beware, vow, lines on, wed for character, not money, married, a girl should look happy, marshall, chief justice, anecdote of, master, be sometimes blind and deaf, if your own, our, is our, matrimony, knot tied with tongue, etc., look for a help-mate in, sum of happiness when, two views of, maxims, from the persian, meals, the, which are eaten in, meat, how poor, and rich get, melancholy, johnson said of, memory, all complain, but not of judgment, ideas registered by attention, prayer on the subject of, sweetest, when without regret, men, better to be taught, than fed, great, arise from the people, how hard to teach some, middle class of, show nation's character, unlucky, study men rather than books, wise, care not for what they cannot have, young, apt to overrate, young, the trouble with most, mercy, anecdote of queen victoria, door of, when open, lean to, if in doubt, man, the child of, not forgotten, the deeds of, reward of him who shows, teach your sons to love it, weaves the veil of futurity, we pray for, let us render, merit, not always rewarded, success of, merry, all not who dance lightly, metaphysics, peculiar definition of, method, teaches to win time, methodists, noteworthy characteristic of, might, if right, right not upright, mind, a weak one, how effected, a well-governed, learns in time, do not overtask, effect on, of small matters, if uncertain, impulse directs, it cannot be too deeply, narrowness of, is often, noble, spurns idle pratings, some know their minds and yet not their hearts, steadiness of, a blessing, the, a man's kingdom, the face is the, true woman admires more than wealth, untraveled--what is, youthful, like wax, minds, small, hurt by small things, noblest are easiest, ministers, of god, chief duty of, mirth, ounce of, worth more, etc., mischief, man no match for woman in, most just is it that he who, miser, constantine's lesson to, grows rich, by seeming poor, pays too much for his gold, misery, no thoroughly occupied man has, misfortune, do not bear, till it comes, repine not at, mistake, anyone may make, fools stick to, avoid, rather than correct, quarrel not with slight, there are few, very few that, mistakes, teach impressive lessons, young heads are giddy, model, copy not self, moderation, lines on,--cowper, modulation, tis not enough the voice be, money, abundance of, ruins, a curse, if not earned, complain of, want of, it cannot change blood, lender of, his moods and tenses, love of, root of much devotion, man's master, or slave, is, many heart-aches, behind plenty of, not found in purses of others, no time to waste, in making, obtained by work, power of, silences the world, moon, lines on,--croly, lines on,--longfellow, morning, brings cool reflection, the, hour has, mother, a royal, obedience of her children, child and, danish proverb, daring of a, funeral of a, hallow her memory, heart of, child's school-room, heart, reached through child, helpful comforter, her history is written in her child, moulds the man, old, duty of children to, on death of,--cowper, ounce of, worth more, etc., results of her examples, sorrows of, story of that of pomponius atticus, the, laughter of child, sweet to, true estimate of, turf, from grave of, whom can we better trust than? music, heart not touched by, forlorn, loosens heart, bound by care, no, is so charming to my ear, sometimes in a footstep, nature, errs not, though art may, exists by motion, good and ill, contrasted, good, beauty of, good, preserves good looks, laws of, man cannot override, one follows the inclinations of his own, pleasure of mingling with, who can paint like, natures, vulgar, handle firmly, neglect, unmerited, a sharp sting, neighbor, profitable to know him, put not off obliging, very few live by choice, neighbors, duty towards, nest, a bird's, new, there is nothing new under the sun, news, he bold is, who brings, nicknames, which stick best, night, brings coolness and counsel, the outlaw's day, time for rest, no, learn to say, nobody, who is, in the commonwealth, who is, thinks everybody else is, nothing, by doing, we learn to, novelty, the young are fond of, numbers, easily impress us, oats, reply to dr. johnson's definition of, obedience, most important word in education, one of most beautiful things, wise, modest, obligation, haste to discharge, sort of ingratitude, most men remember, etc., published, paid, obscurity, people newly out of, etc., obstinacy, is will asserting itself, occupation, thrice happy those who have, a man should follow, ocean, the abode of the british, odd, peculiar people, disagreeable, offense, how people oftenest offend, office, power of, dog even obeyed in, bad man in, public calamity, omissions, no less than commissions, opinion, it has been shrewdly said, no liberal man, opportunities, often lost by want of self-confidence, past gone, future may never come, opportunity, let slip, proof of imbecility, loss of, what lost by, master of human destiny, not seized, flies away, poor use of, instance, often lost by deliberation, take the current when it serves, the, neglected, to-day it is offered, oppressors, there are sharks in the ocean, orators, all, are dumb, when beauty, parent, ambitious, misdirect children, be not ashamed, if yours, humble, effect of neglect of children, by, remember not toil endured for, parents, good conduct of, blesses children, if fools, apt to make children so, we know not their worth, till lost, parting, like ships on the sea, proves a kind of anguish, passion, control yours, nothing like silence, past, comes not back, witness three things, let by-gones be, stirs man more than future, path, beaten, safe one, pearl, often hidden in ugly shell, pen, the tongue of the mind, people, how to wake them, perfection, not in this world, permanence, as the sun's shadow shifts, perseverance, makes mole-hills of mountains, scottish, proverbial, persistence, necessity of, petitions, strengthened by gold, philanthropy, its satisfaction, true instance of, phillips, wendall, anecdote of, physician, first patient, etc., his best fee producer, real, of mankind, satire upon, physic, for the most part, is, pity, godlike, acted on, plants, fresh and fair, when, pleasure, brevity of, dignity in, as well as in business, greatest, what is, how made pleasant, makes acquaintances, oft sweetest in memories, sometimes comes from flattery, the most delicate and sensible, pneumonia, one way of avoiding, poets, modern, mix water with milk, politeness, an essential ingredient of, instance of, in small boy, instance of true, natural to delicate natures, true, everywhere the same, politics, are now, poor, few except the poor, feel for them, folks' wisdom, he that thinks he can, poor and content, speak gently to, the, be mindful of, the, kings when, the, wait not to relieve, the, why they complain, the world avoids, portraits, husband and wife, mottoes under, position, not every easy, is soft, poverty, cannot be hidden, grows heavier when, is in want of much, poor man resembles fiddler, etc., power, love of, instinct of human heart, often goes before talent, often silences the law, partnership with men in, not safe, practice, strange, if what one preaches, praise, best diet for us, just, a debt, love of, in every heart, of self, contents most, one who can be trusted, deserves, self, a bad sign, sweetest of all sounds, use of indiscreet, when, prayer, brings all blessings, instance, for absent, house, in which there is none, has no roof, key to god's mercies, pray with heart, etc., quaint old, a, preacher, as an ambassador, seeking fame, finds folly, prejudice, opinions, most violent, prejudices, who full of, present, enjoy it, make it sweet, presents, many delight more in, pretence, makes people nothing, prevention, an ounce of, is worth, pride, art thou an exalted being? breeds no friends, never be too much elated, superior to adversity, principles, be unable to forsake, more precious than accomplishments, procrastination, effect of, professions, without practice, worthless, profit, not always an honor, progress, none for the slothful, promise, deeds should equal, no piety in keeping unjust, obligation of, promises, to keep, make not many, property, when not wise to give away, prophecy, fullfilment of a, propose, let those who, prospects, distant, please us, prosperity, brings friends, creates selfishness often, hard work, the road to, how obtained, in ascending hill of, meet no friend, makes friends, makes friends and enemies, not always proof of rectitude, shows weak mind, how, proselyte, we love a, proverbs, japanese, punctuality, a characteristic of politeness, begets confidence and respect, it is neither polite nor, a lord nelson's rule, want of, dishonesty, want of, mark of little minds, purposes, if not hatched, they decay, purse, consumption of, empty, calls for a sweet tongue, not to oversee workmen, is to, quakerwise, instance of, quarrel, best time to, leave open the door of reconciliation, to, with one person, quarrels, have nothing to do with, question, should be rational, rain, ideas of pessimist and optimist of, rank, quote not thy high birth, reading, attempt not too much, reason, makes a man a prince, etc., when a man has not a good, reciprocity, good rule of, rule of, by confucius, recreation, necessary to human nature, regret, folly to shiver over, relaxation, above, produces, religion, costs nothing, does nothing, doubt not blessings of, good, if good for all days, is knowledge of what? it is rare to see a rich man, more in walk than talk, presents difficulties to whom, true, when seen is admired, repentance, when deferred, lost in judgment, not to bewail, but to forsake sin, reproof, a gentle, anecdote of wesley, reputation, man known by his, resignation, it is reported of a person, rest, all seek it, a present need, is sweet to those who, it yields a bountiful crop, the man who goes easiest, too much creates rust, resolution, hasty, unsafe, irresolute people, etc., sleep over, etc., rewards, disinterested, seldom miss, one knows not for whom he gathers, rich, man is, who is content, some miseries of the, the, poor, if saving for heirs, the, should be generous, very rich men seldom or never, who is truly, riches, hard to gather, easy to scatter, how to learn to use them, influence of, inseparable from care, loss of, changes judgment of men, not conducive to labor, opposed to generosity and humility, serve a wise man, strange that the miser strives for, we see how much a man has, what are? where to find them, without frugality none, right, when one can do as he pleases, rising, late, effect of, road, to wish for anything that is, robbery, what is not, roof, one, and two winds, root, water and protect the, rose, worth an empire, when, royalty, a feather in the cap, rudeness, there cannot be a greater, rumor, no, wholly dies, once, sabbath, blessing to the poor, observance of, freshens the mind, peculiarly the poor man's day, well spent, prepares for better, safety, better a little in, said, more can be, in one minute, salt, where a luxury, sand, name on that of the sea, school, emulation in, his first,--henry kirke white, it has been remarked that, scholars, early trials of, scotland, climate of, etc., sea, love it? sweet to look at from land, thoughts at, see, old people, best in the, secret, a thing locked in memory, a, when safe, not a, if known to three, to keep, shun the inquisitive, secrets, folly to expect others to keep, etc., make dungeons of the heart, where secrecy or, self, be always ready to yield, etc., be what friends think you, command, if you would be great, conceit of, rebuked, denial of, brings blessings, denial of, teach it, difficult to be selfish and honest, do something to be admired in, do you want to know? don't lean on others, how we judge and are judged, "i," sometimes coat of arms, if warm, thinks others so, not what you've given, in it our joys are found, interest of, a compass, etc., interest of, warps judgment, interest of, world much ruled by, least said of, is too much, lover of, has no rival, man only can disgrace himself, modest men speak not of merits, of, more easy to be wise for others, than for, no harder battle than to conquer, none like self but, one knocks on sore place in, or others, which best to know, pleasing object to, one obliged, praise of, ill bred, present know, future not, some persons considerate of, some persons can neither stir hand nor, those who agree with us, we think sensible, those wise, who think with, trouble not another with, etc., we cannot see ourselves, what others, and i, say of, self-interest, is but the survival, selfishness, continual mourning is, if out of world, what then? self-praise, may be used but little, sense, common, rare to whom, he lacks, who, sermon, in what frame to hear, reason for not preaching one, from manuscript, story of welsh preacher, when effective, sermons, best, to ourselves by ourselves, severe, oh ponder well! shadows, we are--we pursue, shepherd, the good, and the lost sheep, sickness, every man's master is, absence of, sight, out of, out of, silence, a safeguard is, best for whom, consummate eloquence of sorrow, keeping of, no cost is, often an answer, often persuades more than speech, sure reward for, when it shows wisdom, silver, plated, sarcasm for pretence, simplicity, old, now rare, sin, committed twice, seems none, of others, always before our eyes, sincerity, mislead not others, singing, happy use of, sinks, he who stands stiff, slander, how to cure habit of, he who, his neighbors, slave, when one is, slavery, air of britain opposed to, not from god, sleep, after dinner, etc., all equal, when asleep, annihilater of time, beloved from pole to pole, characteristic of the sleeper is, closes the windows of the eyes, difference of, between poor and rich, heaven trims our lamps while we sleep, home to the homeless, etc., induced by preacher, instance of, judge between high and low, omit not offer of, patron of mankind, etc., trust it not without prayer, unsolved mystery, smile, always attractive, brightened by a tear, put one on your face, etc., valuable and costs nothing, smith, adam, anecdote of, smoke, turned into gold, society, among unequals, no harmony, built upon trust, one in another, no comfort to whom, one way to be agreeable in, ready to worship success, sir, your levellers wish to, true art of being agreeable in, solitude, longing for, etc., something, do, however small, son, a, lines on st birthday, advice to a, best gift to, by parent, conduct of, shames or praises his mother, his opinion of his father's ability, love of home, a joy, etc., son-in-law, what gained or lost by, sorrow, concealed, burns the heart, employment, best antidote for, how many manage to enjoy it, knits hearts as no gold can, ransom for offense, wake not sleeping, sorrows, all are bearable if, think of blessings and forget, soul, erring, leave to god, judge thine, as it must be judged, where is home of, speech, avoid evil, gentle, and, inaccurate, comes from loose thinking, make not sharp, to lady, too much, insipid and tedious, when becoming, to show boldness of, spend, less than thou, spendthrift, slave of others, stanza, story of a, stars, candles in heaven's air, man little in presence of, the, govern men, but, stomach, empty, effect of, on wisdom, storm, most violent, soonest over, stranger, be gracious unto, pity the miseries of, the passing, success, age contented with mediocrity, dependent on zeal, how to succeed, its worst use, mediocrity succeeds best, not always to most learned, of men, not rich, search for, and doubt not, small, leads to great, too dear when, who sure of, never undertakes, etc., sufficiency, no one has a, who has, smiles at, etc., summer-day, the, endures not ever, sun, the glorious lamp of heaven, the, when it shines, etc., sunday, observe, bells of, as angel's music, why made the sabbath, superiors, the ways of, are generally, swimming, easy when held up, sympathy, a golden key, a good test of, clasp of hands, oft reveals, heavenly, greater than gold, the human heart sighs for, these two complain, but no one, system, a saver of time, tact, shown in addressing at proper time, talent, world ready to receive, is something, but tact, is, talk, all, shows no respect, spendthrift of the tongue, they always, who think not, talker, great, sometimes right, the, sows, the listener, talking, name some, who talk too much, a man of sense talks little, tardiness, rebuke of, by washington, taste, cost, takes away, teaching, learning twice, tear, nothing dies sooner than, tears, god counts a woman's, language strangled by, silent effusions of sincere feelings, sometimes have the, the diamonds of the eye, tide working upward to the eye, temper, govern, or it will govern you, good, is like a, if you have a good, when one can afford to keep, or lose it, temptations, all come to the idle, toil is a foil, theatre, opinion of, by some actors, theory, worth less, than practice, things, all, that begin, end, little do, and big will come, little, do not despise, small, despise not, thought, rules the world, the most important, thoughts, first, not always the best, in matters of conscience, etc., which best, without evil, god's best gift, thumb, it is said the, is stronger, thunder, reason for liking to hear it, tickling, there is scarcely anyone, time, a great master, forgotten in conversation, happy, passes quickly, honor, while passing, how noiseless falls, hour lost in the morning, etc., passes, like the, spare moments, gold dust of, unveils truth, title, a peculiar way of acquiring, tobacco, what animals use, to-day, live, love and labor in, to-morrow, prepare for, whose is it? told, what cannot be, tongue, better hold, than, but one, though two eyes, control it, creates great mischief, instrument of good or ill, let mildness attend your, more necessary to guard than, etc., sin not with, life-long lesson, the, cuts like steel, tool that grows keener by use, tourist, some too busy traveling, to see, trade, a good, seldom needs aid, a useful, like gold, conscience, etc., made wares of, who has, may travel, travel, foreign, influence of, how to make delightful, johnson's advice about, treasures, hid in sand, instance of, tree, the beach's petition, like a, am i sheltering others? trials, the greater, the more glory to overcome, trouble, a satire upon, help those in,--instance, troubles, relieved by time, to tell, lightens, trust, perfect, instance of, truth, accustom children to speak it, always necessary, a lie, never, contrasted with falsehood, contrasted with vice, dignity of, lost, how, evil of not believing, instance of existence of, i cannot tell how the, like the sun, etc., love of, man's perfection, often comes unsought, one, not made by many probabilities, reward of, instance of, say things that are true, rather than new, seize upon it, wherever found, suffer for, rather than gain by falsehood, touching instance of, at sea, who speaks it not, a traitor to it, truthfulness, reward of, twilight, nature hath appointed, unexpected, the, often happens, unfinished, the, is, unfortunate, the, act as chill air on some, the, speak gently to, instance, who serves the, serves god, unknown, the, often magnified, unreasonable, things, never durable, unwritten, that alone belongs to thee, vicissitudes, but yesterday, the word of caesar, village, i had rather be the, virtue, act of, performed, conceal it, if there's a, virtues, in competition with interest, should characterize nobility, voice, mightier than strings, etc., tone of, in speaking, wages, of palace and sweatshop, wants, search not for them, source of, who cannot provide for others, washington, george, story of cherry tree, waste, brings want, dollars played with in youth, etc., what, greek proverb, water-cure, about three-fourths of the weight, wealth, a change it works, contrasted with competency, golden roof breaks rest, much on earth, little in heaven, poor man's, what, wealthy, many a lout is, weeping, some satisfaction to grief, welcome, do not say, but show it, warm, best cheer, who comes seldom, is, you are, as flowers in may, well, dig a, before you are, whittier, humorous lines by, wicked, who sows thorns, should wear shoes, wife, advice to one, a stubborn, is a, advice to,--shakespeare, finds all joy in good husband, fortitude of, etc., fortune in, and with, good, acts according to husband's estate, good one, a blessing; bad one, a curse, have no friend more intimate, her happiest knowledge, etc., instance of grief of one, key of the house, man's best or worst fortune, may lift or lower husband, when a man has secured a, will, a ready, makes light feet, prompt, makes nimble legs, where there is a, wills, what you leave at death, wind, among the trees, god tempers to shorn lamb, winter, finds out what, wisdom, safer to learn than to instruct in, to know how to grow old, youth, not era of, wish, he who pursues, wishes, no avail without service, wishing, worst of all employments, wit, not found in beating the brain, witness, eye, outweighs others, woe, none greater than, etc., woes, by telling our, woman, fashionable, loves whom, her heart's question, her noblest station, kindness in, not their, love her, for what she tries to be, manners, her ornament, should refuse a lover, how, soft voice, excellent in, well dressed, when, when beautiful, but without principles, what, who can stem her will, with only outward advantages, etc., women, happiest, have no history, learn to manage them, pretty, without religion, etc., what we love, admire and shun in, woods, take to, if worn, etc., word, angry, darkens the day, no, he hath spoken, random, may soothe or wound, spoken, not to be recalled, unspoken, does no harm, want of, effect sometimes, words, angry, ruin many, an able man shows his spirit, are but wind, but, charming in friend's vocabulary, fair, gladden many hearts, man of few, a good listener, hard, break hearts, if good wanted, speak not ill, kind, music of the world, kind, oases in life's desert, on wings of thought they go to heaven, pictures of our thoughts, rashly spoken, forgive, some, cut like steel, think before using, thy, have darted hope, when cannot be recalled, without acts, flowers without perfume, written, contrasted with spoken, written remain, avoid ill, work, a good beginning is half the, art little? do thy little well, hard to wait for, honest, be not ashamed of, if you do not in summer, starve in winter, man known by his, one's, is the, often tired in, but never of, over-work is really worry or anxiety, shows man his abilities, take pleasure in your, world, tent and life a dream, knowledge of, where acquired, not made for us, a happy thought, quarrel with, is with self, my theology is reduced to this, the, cares most for riches, to enjoy, be deaf, dumb and blind to follies of, worship, public, necessary to religion, wrath, soft answer turneth away, wretched, call not that man, who, wrinkles, a good life, writ, what is, is, writing, nationality of handwriting, remains, speech passes away, wrong, avoidance of, helps the power to do right, remedy for, is to forget, report of, pains, yankee, derivation of the word, yawn, why does one, make another? yesterday, were bright, then may die to-day, thy, is past, thy to-day, young, the, speak gently to, youth, beauty and possibilities of, easy, makes hard old age, i approve of a, judges in haste, proper bride for, riches for illusions, what it is, what youngsters think nowadays, work in, brings repose to age, zeal, excessive, better than none, transcriber's notes quotations and are missing in the original. the following corrections have been made to the text: page : in alphabetical[original 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but it is inconceivable that any should be necessary by way of apology. during the course of an active and a well-spent life, happily extended beyond the allotted span, lord tredegar has made hundreds of public utterances. innumerable are the functions he has attended during half-a-century and over; and at most of them he has been the central figure. but while his high station would always have secured attention and respect for his words, this volume may serve to prove to future generations what this generation well knows, that lord tredegar has held his listeners by his humour or by his earnestness, according to the occasion, and that, in the homely phrase, he has always had "something to say." it is my hope, however, that this little book may have a still worthier mission. for i think it will be found to reveal a noble mind. the simple words of lord tredegar have time and again struck deep to the hearts of his audience. collected here, they reveal the gentleness of his disposition and the purity of his motives. they show the consistency of his life. but they do much more. they appear to constitute a great moral force. not that his lordship ever posed as preacher, or constituted himself a court of judgment on any class of his fellows. there is no trace of a superior tone in his speeches. his words show sympathetic insight into the trials and difficulties that beset the path of every one of us, and his desire was never to censure, but ever to encourage and assist with kindly suggestion and cheering thought. no aspect of these extracts is so interesting as that which enables us to observe how faithfully and well lord tredegar has discharged his promises. long before he could describe himself as a landowner, he said that if ever he came into that position he would give any assistance he could to his tenants in the way of improving his land. he hoped he would never become "such a ruffian as some people would make landlords out to be." reading later speeches we find lord tredegar undertaking in his turn conscientiously the public duties previously discharged by his father. we find him making the acquaintance of the farmers and studying their difficulties. we find him raising the tredegar show to its present pre-eminence in the world of agriculture. it is a noble record of honesty of purpose. and agriculture, as well we know in wales and monmouthshire, is but one of lord tredegar's many interests. he has spoken wise words on education; he has urged the claims of charity. he has led the way in historical research, and inspired among many whose interest might not otherwise have been aroused a love of our ancient castles and our dear old parish churches. he has spoken eloquently of our welsh heroes and bards. upon the value of eisteddfodau he loves to expound. but it is not these higher interests of his that have made him so beloved. his appeals for the ragged urchin of the streets, his appreciation of the bravery of the worker, his jokes at bazaars, his quips at the cabmen's annual dinners, his love of old customs, his pleasantries at the servants' balls, by these and by his transparent sincerity he has won the affections of all classes of the people, who have found in him a leader who can share sorrows as well as joys. his brave words have been the consolation of the widow of the humble soldier slain in battle, as they have been the encouragement of the boy or girl scholar shyly taking from his hand a prize. he has told the boys they will be all the better for total abstinence, and he has dined and joked with licensed publicans. "here, at least, is inconsistency," may exclaim the stranger into whose hand this book may fall. but lord tredegar justifies himself by the fact that having licensed houses on his estate it is his duty to take an interest in those who conduct them. lord tredegar has never sought to adorn his speeches with rhetoric. he has always spoken so that he who heard could understand. and yet he is reputed justly to be among the best of after-dinner speakers. if it be necessary to delve into the possible secret of his success, one might hazard a guess that it is because in his speeches it is the unexpected that always happens. the transition from grave to gay or from gay to grave is so swift that the mind of the listener is held as it were by a spell, and all is over e'er yet one thought it had begun. much of this, however, is in passing. quite a multitude, at one time or another, has listened to the words of godfrey charles morgan. quite a multitude has been influenced by them. that multitude, i am sure, will be glad to have those words in permanent form. there may be but a sentence chosen from a speech that has been heard, but that sentence will be remembered or recollected. and to that greater multitude who by the natural force of circumstances cannot have listened to the words of viscount tredegar, this little collection may serve to show forth a figure that, though simple, is great in simplicity, and it were strange indeed if some sentences were not found which may help to make a crooked way straight. the editor. wit and wisdom of lord tredegar. epigrammatic eloquence. i would rather trust and be deceived, than be found to have suspected falsely. _reduction of armaments meeting, newport, march th, ._ some people will not go across a street to hear an oratorio, though they would go many miles to listen to that very entertaining melody, "whoa, emma!"--and i'm not sure that i shouldn't be one of them.-- _tredegar show. november th, ._ the other day i was doing a little bit of horse-cropping--i'm fond of that sort of thing--and went into an irish dealer's yard, where i saw a horse which grunted very much. looking at the dealer, i said, "the horse is a roarer," and the irishman replied: "ah, no, me lord, not a bit of it. i've 'ad 'im from two years ould, an' e' 'ad wunce a most desprit froight, an' 'e's 'ad the hiccups ever since!" _tredegar show, november th, ._ [illustration: "_'e's 'ad the hiccups ever since!_"] i do not think there is a man in england who has more at heart than myself the religious education of children. in the chartist riots took place at newport. in the following year national schools were opened, and i believe that had the men who took part in these riots received the education imparted at the national schools they would never have decided upon such a misguided course of action. _jubilee of newport national schools, may th, ._ i was rather alarmed when i received the notice, "peach blossom fancy dress fair," and i telegraphed at once to a lady who i thought knew what was going on and asked, "am i obliged to come in fancy dress?" the answer i got was, "you need not wear anything." _llangibby church fete, august, ._ [illustration: "_you need not wear anything._"] i generally pay great attention to what a clergyman says, but you cannot always take the advice of a clergyman. a certain man had a dog, and his minister told him that he had better sell the dog and get a pig, to which the man replied, "a pretty fool i should look going rat-catching with a pig." _st. paul's garden fete, newport, june rd, ._ without some sort of religion no man can be happy. _st. paul's garden fete, newport, june rd, ._ i am not accustomed to begging, being more accustomed to being begged of. that is one of the hereditary privileges of members of the house of lords. _meeting in connection with the new infirmary for newport, march th, ._ it appears to me that my good qualities increase in proportion as the hair comes off the top of my head, and it is well that in proportion as we grow less ornamental we should grow more useful. _tredegar show, november th, ._ i really think i must be out of place here. you know i am one of the hereditary nonentities. i cannot help the hereditary part of the business, and i have tried all my life to avoid the other. _south monmouthshire conservative association, december nd, ._ you ought, of course, to learn something about ancient art, or you will be like a certain lord mayor of whom i have heard. one day he received a telegram from some people who were carrying on excavations in greece, and who had discovered a statue by phidias. they thought, in common with most foreigners, that the lord mayor was the most powerful person in the kingdom--abroad he is supposed to rule the country. anyway, they sent him a telegram saying "phidias is recovered." the lord mayor wired back that he was pleased to hear it, but that he did not know that phidias had been unwell. _art school prize distribution, newport, december th, ._ a noted musician, when asked whether he thought it was right to carry out capital punishment, replied: "no; because you can do a man to death with a piano." _at llandaff, june th, ._ [illustration: "_you can do a man to death with a piano._"] i believe i have laid more foundation stones than any other man in england. i have mallets and trowels sufficient to supply, i believe, every parish church in the country. they are very handsome and ornamental, and i hope i shall have more of them. _foundation stone laying, st. john's church, cardiff, march th, ._ [illustration: "_i believe i have laid more foundation stones than any other man in england._"] we (agriculturists) are looked upon as a long-suffering and patient race, and some of the manufacturing class think we are fit subjects for bleeding. in fact, it has been said that agriculturists are like their own sheep, inasmuch as they can bear a close shaving without a bleat; whereas the manufacturers are like pigs; only touch their bristles and they will "holler like the devil." _tredegar show, december th, ._ lord rosebery is alternately a menace and a sigh. _conservative dinner, newport, november th, ._ we have had an old-fashioned winter, and i do not care if i never see another. the only people, i fancy, who have enjoyed the winter are the doctors and the press. _servants' ball_, _january th, ._ memories of balaclava. i consider myself one of the most fortunate men in england to have been one of those spared out of the about whom so much has been said and sung. although my military career has been brief, i have seen a great deal. i have seen war in all its horrors. it is said to be "an ill wind that blows nobody good"; so it has been with me. i have learned to doubly appreciate home and all its comforts. before going out to the crimea i was accustomed to see, on these occasions, farmers looking happy and contented, and i was in the habit of thinking what a great nation england was, and how she flourished in all things; but since the war commenced i have seen the other side of the picture. i have seen an army march into an hostile country, and in the midst of farms flowing with milk and honey, and teeming with corn and every luxury--and there, in a few hours, all was desolation, one stone not being left on another, and the people made slaves to the invaders. how thankful we ought to be that we are not suffering at the hand of an invading army. now that my military career is at an end i am sure that a great many of you will sympathise with my father, whose anxiety has been very great. we were out during the most dreadful period of the war, and it need not be wondered at that i yielded to the most earnest entreaties of my father to relinquish my connection with the army lest i should bring his grey hairs with sorrow to the grave. my father thought that one such action as i have been in was sufficient to prove the mettle of his son. i will not further enlarge on the horrors and miseries of war. may you never see them as i have done, and may we all meet at this festive board next year. _newport agricultural show, december th, ._ i do not intend to say much about balaclava to-day because you have heard the old story over and over again, and i am too old now to invent stories of balaclava. on my way down here i stopped to receive a telegram worded in these terms:--"fifteen survivors of the balaclava charge send your lordship hearty congratulations and affectionate remembrances on this day, the th anniversary." well, recollections of a sad event are at any time, of course, unpleasant, but it is particularly sad to think that there are now only survivors remaining out of the light brigade of . that attenuated number does not include myself, and there are three other officers still alive. you may be pretty confident that of these few survivors there were at least two or three with whom i conversed within a few hours of the balaclava charge. you can imagine those conversations. they were not very lively ones. they referred probably to some comrade who had been killed or to the difficulty of filling the place of some officer who had fallen; because when we drew up after the balaclava charge i was the officer in command of the decimated regiment. all my superior officers had been either killed or wounded, and i was placed in the difficult position to find men suddenly to fill the vacancies. so you can imagine the recollections of those survivors. since that time there have been a number of gallant deeds on the part of the british army, and i hope that those gallant deeds will be remembered, just as the balaclava charge is remembered here. i hope the british nation will never forget such events as trafalgar and waterloo, but will always hoist a flag or do something else to commemorate them. _balaclava dinner, bassaleg, october th, ._ my own courage in the memorable charge was small, but the deed of daring conferred everlasting credit on the senior officers who took part in it. i trust that you will keep your offspring fully acquainted with the heroic deeds of the british army, and induce them to display similar courage in the hour of their country's danger. _balaclava dinner, castleton, october th, ._ when a person gets beyond the allotted age of man there must, i think, be in his mind a melancholy thought regarding the possibility of his being present on a similar occasion twelve months hence. i am afraid that some men of my age would have to limp into a room, probably assisted by a crutch. fortunately, however, i was able to walk into the room without a crutch and without assistance, and i am thankful for that to the power above. the term "hero" is a term with which many soldiers do not agree. the mention of the word recalls to my mind the well-known lines of rudyard kipling: "we aren't no thin red 'eroes, an' we aren't no blackguards, too, but single men in barracks, most remarkable like you." i am sure the soldiers who fought with the light cavalry at balaclava did not think themselves greater heroes than others in the crimea who did their duty. quite recently i read an article in a military magazine, it dealt with the question of the advance of cavalry and the arms which should be given them--the lance, the sword, and the rifle. the article commenced with the statement that it was the business of every soldier to go into action with the determination to try and kill someone. i suppose that is right in its way, but it was hardly the sentiment we went into action with. we went into action to try to defeat the enemy, but the fewer we killed the better. i have to confess that i tried to kill someone, but to this day i congratulate myself on the fact that i do not know whether i succeeded or no. in these days of long range guns our consciences are saved a great deal, and so far as killing anyone goes i always give myself the benefit of the doubt, so that the charge of murder cannot be brought against me. _balaclava dinner, bassaleg, october th, ._ quips at the servants' ball. i have arrived at the age when to clasp the waist of one of the opposite sex for three hours is not considered the height of human happiness. i remember, however, with pleasure, a time in my younger days when i thought it was so, and perhaps some of those who can indulge in a valse without feeling giddy, or a polka without being "blown," think so now. _servants' ball, january th, ._ [illustration: "_i remember, however, with pleasure, a time in my younger days._"] i am happy to be able truly and honestly to say that i have not a word of difference with any servant of my establishment. each year as it rolls onward finds me stiffer in the joints, shorter in the breath, and less able than formerly to perform the double shuffle, but there are others coming on--the younger members of the family--who will be able to kick up their heels as lightly as once i was able to do. as each year rolls round, too, there are always saddening memories, but on an occasion of this sort i will make no allusions to them, ... i hope you will stick to old fashions and old ways. you may be told of new-fangled ways, and be advised to get rid of the old, but i think it will be well if you do not pay too much attention to those advisers. england is like old tredegar house, and you will find that the customs now prevailing have been in vogue for over years. you will probably be told that the best way to make people happy is to make the poor rich and the rich poor; but, in truth, the richer people are, the better able they are to help the poor. _servants' ball, january th, ._ many of you waited last night for the old year to go out and the new year to come in. i did for one. i listened at the window and i heard bells ringing, and noises which i can only describe as hideous. there is an invention in this part of the world, which i believe comes from america (where they have a great many disagreeable things) called a "hooter." when i listened last night it seemed to me that it was deliberately hooting out the old year which to so many of us had painful recollections; and it occurred to me that it was a most appropriate thing to do. it was the wettest spring, the coldest summer, the windiest autumn that i have ever known. _servants' ball, january st, ._ i can imagine the bassaleg parish council rejoicing in a license for dancing in the hall, and the teetotallers passing a resolution in favour of total abstinence, in which case we should have to obtain our refreshments from the village pump. _servants' ball, january th, ._ railways are springing up all round, and, reading the signs of the times as i do, i think there will be increased prosperity. if all the railways now proposed are constructed, we shall be able to paraphrase the poet's lines:-- railways to right of them, railways to left of them, railways behind them, most of them silly 'uns. into the lawyer's jaw, and the contractor's paw, go the eight millions. i shall be able to convert tredegar house into the "railway hotel," join the licensed victuallers' association, and do a good trade--if i can get a license. we have progressed a good deal lately, even in dancing. i can remember the minuet being the fashion. it was danced with a great deal of bowing and scraping. then the waltz, quadrille, and lancers came. we next had a kitchen lancers, and this year we have a barn dance. next year, perhaps, we shall have a pigstye polka, which will no doubt be very amusing. _servants' ball, january th, ._ [illustration: "_i shall be able to convert tredegar house into the 'railway hotel.'_"] there have been many changes in the manners and customs of the country during late years. i am very fond of old customs, and i hope this old-fashioned servants' ball will be kept up by those who come after me. i am sure there is no gentleman in england who is blessed with a better lot of servants than i have. if sometimes by my manner i do not appear pleased, i hope you will make allowance for the business anxieties constantly hanging over my head, and which do not always conduce to a pleasant expression. i will relate an incident. an individual who apparently takes a great deal of interest in me wrote to me not so long ago and asked, "why did you look so proud and haughty when you met me the other day?" i have no recollection of having been proud and haughty, but i have a very distinct recollection of a very tight boot and a very bad corn. _servants' ball, january th, ._ [illustration: "_when your toe begins to take a fantastic shape it is pretty nearly time to give up dancing._"] i always sympathise with you in your sorrows and try to join you in your pleasures. in this life, unfortunately, for a good many, there are more sorrows than pleasures, but i think it is the duty of all who have it in their power to try to make those around them have, if possible, more pleasures in their lives than sorrows. i congratulate myself that i have still a kick left in me. you know that milton, the poet, has said in two lines: "come and trip it as you go on the light fantastic toe." but when your toe begins to take a fantastic shape it is pretty nearly time to give up dancing. as my toes are beginning to take that shape, i am afraid i shall not have a kick left much longer. i have always spoken a few words to you on these occasions--sometimes of sentiment, sometimes of politics, and sometimes of fun. i usually prefer fun, because there is generally enough of the other phases around us. i will therefore content myself with giving the establishment a little bit of advice, or rather a hint. i have found that what i say on these occasions has somehow or other found its way into the papers. i do not know exactly how that is. however, i think it will be more impressive in print, because if you forget what i say before the end of the evening, you will be able to read it in the press next day. my hint is about fires. there are large fireplaces in tredegar house, which is an old one, full of old oak which is liable to catch fire. during the last few weeks some fine old country houses have been destroyed by fire. i do not think this has occurred through carelessness. i know my servants are not careless. what i want you to understand is the difference between a fire and a furnace. old welsh families--and my family is really an old welsh family--all believe that they have very long pedigrees. there are in the strong room at tredegar house a great many old records--some of which i have read out of curiosity. many of them, no doubt, are mythical, and some are accurate, but in all my study of them i have not been able to discover that i bear any relationship to shadrach, meshach and abednego. i therefore fail to see why the household staff should pile up furnaces, especially now that i assure them i am not quite impervious to fire. i always like to entertain you a little on these occasions. i will therefore just sing to you a few lines, and ask young charley (the huntsman) to come in at the end. i notice that old charley (the former huntsman) is also present, and he, perhaps, will join in as well. his lordship then sang the following verses to the tune of "ben bolt":-- there are soul-stirring sounds in the fiddle and flute when music begins in the hall, and a goddess in muslin that's likely to suit as the mate of your choice for the ball. but the player may strain every finger in vain and the fiddler may resin his bow, nor fiddle nor string such rapture shall bring as the sound of the sweet "tally-ho." _servants' ball, january th, ._ times have changed, and fashions change very quickly--so much so that i was half afraid you would have petitioned me to allow you to have a ping-pong tournament. i am glad to see that you still prefer to stick to the old custom of a ball. of all entertainments a ball is, in my opinion, the most harmless. it will always follow that there will be some who perhaps on the morrow will think that their affections had not been quite under control, and that they had spoken words of endearment that perhaps they regretted, and the lady might not. and perhaps there will always be those whose control over their thirst at a ball is not quite so strong as that of others. _servants' ball, january rd, ._ [illustration: "_perhaps there will always be those whose control over their thirst at a ball is not quite so strong as that of others._"] i have no doubt that much of what mr. perrott has just told you about the revels that have taken place in the hall during the last or years is perfectly true. there may perhaps have been more fun in the old days--that is a matter of history. i very much doubt it myself, and i have a sort of idea, and i hope and trust that at the servants' ball which still takes place here annually--unless there is some misfortune to prevent it--there is as much fun and revelry as has ever before taken place in this hall. the old lamp hung over your heads belonged to a former lord mayor of london--sir edward clark--from whom i inherited some property and plate. that lamp probably hung in the mansion house in london some two or three hundred years ago, and i have no doubt it has seen some peculiar scenes. _servants' ball, january th, ._ i also have my little anxieties. i have been hoping and praying that the enemy will not come up the bristol channel and land somewhere near here before i have got my territorial army into position. at the present moment the territorial army in monmouthshire consists exactly of men, all of whom are officers. so that unless the enemy give us due notice that they are coming here, i am afraid that we shall have to depend principally upon the tredegar house establishment. i am quite certain that you will all answer my call, the ladies more particularly. i don't care so much about the enemy, whenever he comes, so long as i have the ladies with me. _servants' ball, jan. th, ._ [illustration: "_i don't care so much about the enemy, whenever he comes, so long as i have the ladies with me._"] i take this opportunity of thanking you, and all those in my service who have spent this year together with me, for the happy way in which we have been enabled to pass the whole year together in our mutual admiration for each other. i was going to say affection for each other, and i should like to think so. we are--i propose using a silly phrase to express our relations at tredegar house--a brotherhood of men. we are here as a brotherhood of men, and a sisterhood of women, and i should like you to look upon me as one of yourselves. it may be, before this time next year, if things go on as they are, that i shall be calling you comrade perrot, and you will be calling me comrade morgan. things are going very fast just now, but i think there is a right feeling throughout the country that we are going too fast. it may be that next year, instead of being summoned to the ball here you will be asked to "come and trip as you go to the light fantastic veto," and we shall be invited to dance the referendum lancers. _servants' ball, january th, ._ [illustration: "_i shall be calling you comrade perrot, and you will be calling me comrade morgan._"] on archbishops and bishops. it is customary among certain classes to look upon bishops as men living in beautiful palaces, faring sumptuously, and rolling about in carriages; but there is no ploughman who does a harder day's work than does our bishop. as to the clergy, many of them labour amongst us for a stipend which many an artizan would despise. _bassaleg farmers' dinner, october th, ._ there is a certain class of advanced politicians who never lose an opportunity of serving their own ends by impressing upon their hearers their particular notions of what a bishop of the church of england is like. that dignitary is generally pictured as a gentleman who receives a large salary, is clothed in purple and fine linen, fares sumptuously every day, and lives in luxurious idleness. _the opening of the seamen's mission church, newport, january th, ._ we should remember the duties and responsibilities which rest on an archbishop. he has a vast correspondence, in which there is not a single letter that he can write without weighing every word. he is not like ordinary people, who are able to scribble off their correspondence; for if a word in a letter from an archbishop is in the wrong place, it may upset a college or cause a revolution. if you study the history of the archbishopric of canterbury, beginning with st. augustine, then going on to lanfranc, to anselm, to theodore, and down to benson and temple, you will, i believe, come to the conclusion that i have reached--that whilst many of the men who have gone before him have filled great parts in making the history of the nation, there is not one whose character, whose powers of speech, and whose earnestness in carrying out his duties, exceeded those of the present archbishop (dr. temple). _seventy-fifth anniversary of st. david's college, lampeter october th, ._ [illustration: "_there is not one whose character, and whose powers of speech exceeded those of the present archbishop (dr. temple)._"] the trials of the clergy. bishops and clergy have to deal with all sorts of communications from parishioners. i remember one case where a clergyman received a letter telling him he would never do for st. phillip's because he was altogether too quiet in his preaching, and not half sensational enough, but that if he would preach in a red coat in the morning, and with no coat at all at night, he would be just the man for the job. as to the bishops, they have so much to do that one of them--bishop magee, of peterborough, i believe--summed up the situation by saying that people seemed to have an idea that a bishop had nothing to do but sit in his library with the windows open, so that every jackass might put in his head and bray. _church luncheon, newport, may th, ._ sermons and sinners. if the clergy only preached as well as they might, there ought not to be a single sinner in their parishes. _licensed victuallers' dinner, newport, february th, ._ the old parish church. i believe that all classes, including the nonconformists, have a real love for the old parish church and its grey tower, beneath the shade of which so many of their ancestors are laid. here at michaelston-y-vedw we have a fine historic building, erected about . i may tell you that one of its old parish registers contains an interesting entry. it is that "godfrey charles morgan was baptised here on may th, ." _eisteddfod, cefn-mably, september th, ._ [illustration: "_godfrey charles morgan was baptised here on may th, ._"] i always take more interest in these historical little rural parish churches than i do in a brand new church erected in some populous district. of course, the church is really more necessary there than among the small communities; still, there is the sentiment, the old association of the old parish church and the churchyard in which "the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep." those lines of the poet gray: "the cock's shrill clarion, nor the echoing horn, no more shall raise him from his lonely bed," often strike me, because the little church is so closely connected with the llangibby family. the llangibby and morgan families have been associated very often before in the long vista of history, but you have amongst you now a relation of mine, come to live amongst you, and who will look after this little church. religious tolerance. it is possible that i am very tolerant in my religious opinions. but seeing that we are now living under perfect tolerance, and that the religious wants of the people must be supplied, i think it is the duty of those who own property to see that there is accommodation for the religious needs of all who live thereon. as science advances there must be considerable differences of opinion on religion in a large and important town like cardiff. a great man once said that tolerance was simply indifference; i do not agree with him. i think it is possible to be tolerant without being indifferent to one's own opinions. there is a great leaning nowadays towards scientific religion. education is advancing very rapidly, and philosophical men are trying to make reasons for every line in scripture and every line in the prayer book. that may be useful in a way, but i cannot help thinking that many books written lately by men who are very learned, and with very good intent, will, if circulated among the young of the country, do a great deal of harm. i look forward to an increase of religious feeling throughout the country, and i shall be always ready to assist, as far as i can, in erecting chapels and other places for religious instruction and religious worship. _chapel, cardiff, september th, ._ i have never posed as one made of that stuff of which martyrs are made--and perhaps my remarks may offend some, or scandalize others. but i would rather see any place of worship in the town than none at all, i will go so far as to say i would rather see a mohammedan mosque in the town than no place of worship at all. i have the greatest possible admiration for faith of any sort. early in my life i had occasion to look with admiration upon the faith even of a mohammedan. i have listened to the minister of the mosque calling the faithful to prayers two, three or more times a day, and i have seen the mohammedans in the street go down on their knees and say their prayers in front of everybody. i have seen a regiment of mohammedans on the march, and at the hour of sunset every man in the regiment would kneel on his carpet and say his prayers. those were soldiers who were not afraid of their faith, though it might have been the wrong one. i have watched a poor italian peasant kneel on the roadside and offer his small tribute to the shrine. he was not afraid of praying before anybody; but i am afraid that some of us would rather be seen with our hands in somebody else's pocket than kneel down and say our prayers in the club-room. _foundation-stone laying at baptist church, cardiff, june th, ._ [illustration: "_but i am afraid that some of us would rather be seen with our hands in somebody else's pocket than kneel down and say our prayers in the club-room._"] the cricketer curate. cricket is the nicest, best and most gentlemanly exercise in great britain. how general is the love of cricket is shown by the story of some parishioners who, when asked by their vicar what sort of a curate they would like, said:--"we don't care much about the preaching, but what we want in the curate is a good break to the off." [illustration: "_we don't care much about the preaching but what we want in the curate is a good break to the off._"] the brotherhood of man. i think you are quite right in commencing with a religious service a ceremony such as i am about to perform. these institutions are established for the welfare of the inhabitants, and we begin with a religious service in order to impress on those who are going to use the hall hereafter that, whatever is done inside the hall should be done in a way which is really a christian way. it will not affect in any way the feelings of those who attend for amusement or instruction, except to prompt a religious feeling which we all wish to have some time or other in our lives. i was very pleased to be able to come to-day and perform the opening ceremony. a little pressure was put on me because at my time of life you don't recover from any extra exertion. i do like this term of brotherhood. those who have arrived at my time of life know what it is to have and to value a really sympathising brother. i am referring to my own dear brother, who has recently left us. throughout our lives we did not have a single word of difference or a thought of difference, and the word "brother" will draw me out at any time. it is the idea of universal feeling that everybody is trying his or her best in this world in whatever he or she may be trying to do--it is the feeling of brotherhood which helps us to get that feeling. _speech at the victoria brotherhood, newport, march th, ._ the uses of the parish room. [illustration: "_the ploughman returning from his weary work may just scrape his boots outside._"] in olden days the ordinary village school was the only place available for meetings or for general gatherings of the parishioners, and a long time ago that did very well. but the advance of education is tending to interfere a good deal with our old ideas and places, and it is now almost necessary that every church, or every parish, should have a clubroom--a room where all classes can mix together and improve the knowledge they have gained at the various county schools--intermediate or otherwise. we want the parish room to be open to everyone. the ploughman returning from his weary work may just scrape his boots outside, and he will be perfectly welcome any time he likes to come in. i am sure there is a great deal of learning to be acquired, a great deal of good to be done, a great deal of instruction to be gathered, in a church room of this description, when it is managed in the way it ought to be. as you know, there are certain superior people who like essays and that sort of thing, and who, are inclined to sneer at the village concerts and penny readings and little dances which are likely to take place here. but we do not all possess the wisdom of socrates, the dignity of pliny, or the wit of horace. perhaps i shall put it more plainly if i say we do not possess the wisdom of shakespeare, the dignity of wordsworth, or the wit of byron. but there is quite likely to be as much good sense in a humble gathering of an evening here as amongst those superior people who always try to teach us by telling us what we ought to do, what to think about, and what we ought to remember. those are the people who advertise the simple life. i fancy most of you are living fairly simple lives, whilst those gentlemen who advocate it so much do not know what the simple life means. not very far from us is where "the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep," and in gray's beautiful elegy we are told: "perhaps in this neglected spot is laid some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, or waked to ecstasy the living lyre." might not some of those who are laid in the churchyard close by, if they had enjoyed the advantages we have, have "wakened to ecstasy the living lyre," or been great members of either parish councils or county councils, or even members of parliament! i think that before this room has been in existence many years we shall find that some of those attending the gatherings which i hope will take place here, have done their best to make themselves prominent in life, especially in trying to keep before the world the truths of that religion which we have thought so much of and heard so much of to-day. _opening of church-room at llanvaches, february, ._ gentle manners. there is one great thing that will carry you comfortably through life, and that is a nice, gentle manner. i see you all have nice, gentle manners, and what i ask you to do is to carry them outside the school, and retain them when you are on the roads or in the fields, or in your own homes. i ask the boys to cultivate the same language outside as inside the school, and the girls the same manners. _school prize distribution, rhiwderin, april th, ._ bad language is unnecessary. bad words are used by some people in every other sentence, without any necessity at all, and they mean nothing. if you can only learn to drop those disagreeable words you will be much more pleasant members of society. i like to see boys lively, spirited, and anxious to amuse themselves whenever they can. but they should be kind and gentle to their mothers and sisters. it is the nature of boys to be tyrannical to the other sex, but they will lose nothing by being as kind and gentle as they can be. _boys' brigade inspection, newport, april th, ._ [illustration: "_it is the nature of boys to be tyrannical to the other sex._"] it has been well said that good manners are something to everybody, and everything to somebody. some people will not take anyone into employment unless they have good manners. as an old soldier, i know the value of _esprit de corps_. a hundred soldiers with the spirit of their corps are worth two hundred who do not care a straw about the regiment. _pontywain school, december th, ._ mr. labouchere has said he would rather have a gentleman of bad morals who voted right, than a gentleman whose morals were right but who voted wrong. well, i would rather have a gentleman whose manners are good, even though he votes wrong, than one who votes right and whose manners are bad. _licensed victuallers' dinner, july th, ._ reverence for religion. as i grow older i find that the younger people are the less they like advice, and the less likely they are to take it. but i hope you will henceforth be good citizens of this great country. in your brigade you are taught to have reverence for religion and respect for authority, which are great principles to get on with. _boys' brigade inspection, april th, ._ the teaching of refinement. there has been a great deal of talk lately about education. we have had board schools and national schools, and we are now going to have technical schools. but there is one point we have not yet arrived at--the teaching of refinement. i look upon the eisteddfod as encouraging literature and music and art, as one of the great institutions for the encouragement of refinement in general life. we may become very well educated and very scientific, but unless there is refinement among us in general life, we will naturally tend towards roughness of manners. _brecon eisteddfod, august th, ._ in praise of hospitals. we are met to endeavour to raise sufficient money to erect a hospital or infirmary worthy of the town of newport. there are two statements nobody can dispute: newport is a large and yearly increasing seaport, and a town of this magnitude ought not to be without a large and splendid hospital. i am afraid that with many people the idea of a hospital or infirmary does not go further than a small subscription and a few admission tickets to give away. but i wish to explain to the public generally the enormous advantages and the necessity of a good and well-organized hospital in the town. whatever subscription you give you may be pretty nearly certain that the money will be spent in the right way. all other charities are more or less liable to some sort of imposture, but that is almost impossible with a hospital. i remember, as a soldier in the old days, that there was a certain sort of complaint we used to call malingering. if a man wanted to shirk any duty he pretended to be ill, but was very soon found out by the regimental doctor. so in the same way hospital doctors will soon find out the malingerer. a hospital is a high school of medicine for young doctors, who not only mix with scientific people at the institution, but gain a high moral feeling, so that there is no room for small petty jealousies amongst the medical practitioners. then look at the injured people carried to the hospital. they have the best of care, and in most cases are turned out cured, sound and strong. if it were not for the hospital, they would probably be cripples or invalids for life. in that way hospitals save the rates. i am sure that hundreds are yearly turned out of the infirmary sound in mind and body, able to support their families and keep them off the rates. then, again, a hospital makes an excellent school for nurses. that is one of the greatest benefits possible, because the authorities of the hospital are always strictly careful that nurses, before they are sent out, are thoroughly proficient. i am sure no building ground or house, or any other little present i may have given in the course of my life, will be more useful than the land i have given for this site. i hope, in addition to the land, to be able to give a good sum of money if i see it is required. _meeting in connection with a new infirmary for newport, march th, ._ when is a hospital a success. this toast has always appeared to me very difficult to word. i do not know whether success to the infirmary means a full infirmary with all the wards engaged. it reminds me of a celebrated american who, when asked what sort of a town he had just left, remarked that it was very flourishing, for every hospital was crammed, every workhouse was too full, and they were about to build another wing to the gaol. _cardiff infirmary, january th, ._ reclaim the street urchin. the arabians have a proverb to the effect that "the stone that is fit for the wall should not be allowed to lay in the way." amongst the children who wander about the streets there are many who are, so to speak, quite "fit for the wall"--that is to say, they may, through being brought under drill and other conditions found in the brigade, be turned into respectable members of society. _bazaar at cardiff, april th, ._ [illustration: "_the stone that is fit for the wall should not be allowed to lay in the way._"] the influence of women. [illustration: "_broke the engagement off because the young man said he had never heard of browning._"] women exercise a great deal of influence upon the affairs of the country, even without taking part in business, politics, or anything of that sort. for all i know, there may be some girls here who will affect political and many other movements in connection with the welfare of the nation. girls ought to be made to think that they will have great power in the future, and to realise that they may be able to influence some one for good, not by their great learning so much as by the power that a good girl or a good woman exercises over men. i heard the other day of a young lady who was engaged to be married, but who broke off the engagement because the young man said he had never heard of browning. i am glad to be able to tell you that she thought better of it afterwards.... it was said of the great queen cleopatra that when the roman emperor fell in love with her she was the means of altering the history of the world. some say that if cleopatra's nose had been shorter, the face of the world would have been different. the fate of some young men may depend upon the noses, as well as upon the learning, of some of the girls present. _re-opening of howell's school, llandaff, june th, ._ a friend for the friendless. there cannot possibly be an object in the wide world more worthy of sympathy than a girl without a friend. all over the world this society has its habitations, and it has already befriended , girls. it renders assistance when they are penniless, provides friends when they are friendless, and religious consolation when they require it. _girls' friendly society bazaar, newport, april th, ._ the bravery of the workers. i think it is my duty to allude to the dreadful accident which took place in july at the dock extension works. the facts stated in the report should be printed and go, not only to the shareholders, but to the country generally, as a record of the heroism and endurance that our workers, from the highest engineer to the lowliest navvy, were capable of under distressing and dreadful circumstances. we hear so much of the decadence of the english race nowadays, that i think the report of the disaster at the docks is well worthy of being printed. _half-yearly meeting alexandra (newport and south wales) docks and railway coy., london, august th, ._ i have always admired the working collier, and if british records could be printed thousands of colliers would be found as much entitled to the victoria cross as those soldiers who have performed doughty deeds on the battlefield. _workmen's outing at tredegar park, august th, ._ in the old town hall of newport many great celebrities have received testimonials, compliments and honours--warriors, church dignitaries, financiers and great politicians; but i do not think any circumstance like the present one has arisen before, and there could not be a more interesting ceremony than that which we are about to perform. it is necessary to make a slight excuse for the time which has expired since the great disaster on july nd, . those who remember the incidents know perfectly well that the whole of the dock premises and the town were in a state of excitement for some considerable period, and a large number of unfortunate men were overwhelmed by the disaster, while others fortunately escaped. i think the officials have done their very best to try and select those who really performed heroic efforts. those who have not received recognition, but think they deserve it, will, i feel sure, make all due allowance, and give those responsible the credit for having done their best. it is satisfactory to the directors to know that they have a body of men around them who are ready to do their duty. it is a trait of the educated british workman of to-day that, when given something useful to do, he will perform his task heroically--heroism is characteristic of him. _presentation of certificates for bravery on the occasion of the dock disaster, newport town hall, march th, ._ a tribute to the engine driver. [illustration: "_the feeling of a newport cabman when his horse runs away._"] i have the greatest admiration for engine drivers, particularly those on the great western railway, on which line i travel most. i have often wondered at the admirable manner in which they stop and start their trains. mr. gladstone once said that he could understand the mind of a great historian like gibbon, or of a great poet, like milton, byron, or wordsworth, but that he could not understand the formation of the mind of a man who wrote poems and plays like shakespeare. personally, i cannot understand the mind of an engine driver on an express train. i have been myself, in some very disagreeable positions, and have had some very nasty half minutes. not very long ago i found myself underneath my horse in a muddy ditch and the half minutes i spent in waiting for a friendly hand to drag me out, and in wondering whether assistance would come before i was suffocated, were very unpleasant ones. only a fortnight ago, too, a gentleman was driving me in a light vehicle down a narrow roadway when we saw a runaway horse attached to a lorry galloping towards us. it seemed as if there was nothing for it but for us to be knocked into the proverbial cocked-hat. however, our vehicle was drawn very close to the side and the runaway just cleared us. i can understand, too, the feeling of a man driving four horses when they run away with him, because that has happened to myself; or the feeling of a newport cabman when his horse runs away. but i cannot understand the feeling of sustained courage on the part of a driver of an express engine with his train going at miles an hour through the darkness of the night, perhaps in a storm of snow or sleet. to use a pretty strong expression, it must be like "hell with the lid off." those who travel on railways ought to think more of the responsibilities which rest on railway employees. _railwaymen's dinner, april st, ._ temperance "in all things." [illustration: "_there are many radicals who take a great deal more than they can carry._"] when i talk of temperance i mean temperance not only in drink, but in all things. there is temperance in eating, and temperance in life. in the present case there are three sections--the temperance people, the sunday closing people, and the total abstinence people. i cannot see how the question of religion can enter into party politics. i have known many tories who were habitual drunkards, and there are many radicals who take a great deal more than they can carry. there is always a difficulty in drawing the line between the enthusiast and the fanatic. enthusiastic gentlemen generally get what they require. fanatics, on the other hand, by the way they advocate their principles, turn people away. _opening of the new temperance hall, newport, may nd, ._ i believe that if the medical men of the country published their opinions concerning the cases which come under their notice, it would be a revelation to the general public how great a proportion of illness is due in one way or another to alcoholic drink. i cannot, however, help noticing that a great improvement and advance has taken place in the cause of temperance. a good many years ago, when there was going to be a great family festival--a wedding or something of that sort--one of the family retainers was asked if he was going to be there. "of course," was his reply, "and won't i just get drunk." that seemed to be the prevailing idea of enjoyment--to get drunk. but that attitude has been changed. _band of hope festival, newport, may rd, ._ [illustration: "_coming out and making themselves disagreeable to their neighbours._"] i have no doubt there are several in the hall who, like myself, are not total abstainers, but we are all one in our endeavour to promote temperance generally. to those who cannot be temperate, we advise total abstinence. there is nothing, i am sure, so fruitful of good as the advocacy of temperance amongst children. when children are taught to advocate a particular cause they do it more effectively than older people. but we are sometimes apt to become too much imbued with one particular idea, and it is never well to be too much of a bore to those around us. a little child was asked not long ago what she knew about king john and runnymede. she had evidently been a worker in the temperance cause, and replied, "oh, yes; he's the man they got down to runnymede and made him swear to take the pledge." she had forgotten about magna charta, and thought of only one kind of pledge. there is nothing that disturbs the general happiness and comfort so much as the action of those who persist in going into a public house when they need not do so, and coming out and making themselves disagreeable to their neighbours. i only hope that some of the younger portion of you will live to enjoy a bank holiday without seeing a single drunken person. _band of hope union, newport, may th, ._ total abstinence. there is a rule in the boys' brigade according to which you are supposed to be abstainers from drink. i need not say what a good thing that is. you will all be very much better for being abstainers. you will save a great deal of money, and probably keep your health up better. i wish i had been a total abstainer in my youth. i should have saved a great deal of money. _boys' brigade inspection, newport, april th, ._ an angelic vision. there is a phrase about "the happiness of the greatest number." it is an expressive phrase, but different people have different opinions of happiness. i was hunting in the midland counties and i asked, "where is tom?" the answer was, "he's retired, he's living the life of a hangel; he's a-heating, and a-drinking and a-cussing, and a-swearing all day long." that may not be your idea of the life of an angel, if it was my friend's idea. _the tredegar show, december th, ._ [illustration: "_he's retired, he's living the life of a hangel._"] chats to and about cabbies. i have had many rides in the cabs of newport, and have always found the cabbies very good drivers, prepared to go the pace according to the fare they expected at the end of the journey. _cabmen's dinner, newport, november th, ._ [illustration: "_prepared to go the pace according to the fare they expected at the end of the journey._"] [illustration: "_you try to blow me up on my way to tredegar house._"] i wish you had chosen some other patron saint than guy fawkes, for guy fawkes tried to blow up the house of lords, and on each anniversary you try to blow me up on my way to tredegar house. some persons may think that one conservative peer more or less does not matter, but i prefer that the experiment of blowing up should be tried upon the body of a radical peer. _cabmen's dinner, newport, nov th, ._ [illustration: "_look here, cut it short guv'nor! i've got the cab by the hour._"] there are very odd traditions about cabmen, and i am certain that sometimes they are not deserved. i have been told it is something of a tradition that it is the pride of a cabman to be able to whistle louder, to hit his horse harder, and to tell a bigger lie than anybody else. i believe that to be absolutely untrue, though some of you may know better than i do. one of you is supposed to have nearly upset a wedding. that was a dreadful thing to do. the bride and bridegroom were both at the altar and just about to have the knot tied nicely. the clergyman began to deliver his address, but the bridegroom appeared to be in a great hurry, and said to the clergyman, "look here, cut it short, guv'nor! i've got the cab by the hour." that was rather natural on the part of the bridegroom but the clergyman became very angry, and very nearly threw up the case.... [illustration: "_look here, mr. huddleston, i call you a thief, a blackguard, a scoundrel, and a villain._"] cabmen are limited in the language they may use. judge huddleston, when a barrister, was defending a client against a cabman, who had been using very bad language. the advocacy of huddleston won the case. the next day the cabman called upon him and said: "look here, mr. huddleston, you told me yesterday that i must not call people so and so. what are your charges for telling me what i can call anyone without getting into trouble?" mr. huddleston named his fee, cabby paid the money, and inquired what names he might call a man with impunity. mr. huddleston referred to his law books, and replied: "this is what you may call a man without being had up for libel or defamation of character. you may call him a villain, a scoundrel, a blackguard, and a thief, always supposing you don't accuse him of having stolen anything." the cabby took up his hat and said: "look here, mr. huddleston, i call you a thief, a blackguard, a scoundrel and a villain; not that i mean to say you ever stole anything. good morning." so you know now exactly what you can call a man if you do not like the fare he gives you. at the same time, i do not believe you would say such things. [illustration: "_that's where lord tredegar buried his charger; he made that mound himself._"] then, again, a cabman is always supposed to be a driving encyclopedia. when newport cabmen are driving along caerleon road or chepstow road, credulous individuals ask them the name of every house and place they pass, what it means and what it is. strangers want to know, and you must tell them something. there is an extraordinary tradition about a cabman driving along a road, when a lady fare asked him what "that mountain was with the tump on the top." "but what is the tump for?" persisted the lady. "oh, that's where lord tredegar buried his charger; he made that mound himself," was the reply. such stories are very interesting and amusing, but they spoil history, and that is why i think we are indebted to cabmen for the extraordinary traditions that go about the country. _cabmen's dinner, newport, november th, ._ cabmen have traditionally bad characters, and are supposed to possess a vocabulary which is not taught in the intermediate schools. they are also supposed to have a special method of calculating distances and coin. all those ideas are exploded like nursery rhymes, such as "whittington and his cat." cabmen are well looked after. there is the excise officer and the cruelty to animals society, and, if these are not enough, there is the watch committee. _cabmen's dinner, newport, november th, ._ [illustration: "_but the top of a 'bus is the place for us to see the coves go by._"] you have to compete with tramcars, motor cars, and all kinds of horrible conveyances. having been interested in nursery rhymes since i was very young, i have been looking through some children's books during the last few days to see what is provided for the children of these days, and i came across the following lines in a book for children:-- the hansom takes you quickest, the growler keeps you dry, but the top of the 'bus is the place for us to see the coves go by. i advise you not to give that little book to your children, as it will induce them to ride on the top of a 'bus instead of taking a cab. _cabmen's dinner, newport, november th, ._ [illustration: "_fast women and slow horses._"] i have never been able to find out exactly why the cabmen's dinner is fixed for guy fawkes' day. i have looked up guy fawkes' pedigree, and i cannot find that he ever drove a growler or even a hansom cab. then i thought it might have something to do with inkerman day, which is all upset nowadays, as you know. inkerman was always called a soldiers' battle, because it was so foggy that the generals could not see what they were doing. i have an idea that it must have been a cabmen's battle, and that it was cabmen who fought at inkerman or commanded at inkerman. speaking of cabmen, i think that they are like lord rosebery's dukes--poor, but honest. this is not an epoch-making dinner; it is not even a record dinner. "epoch-making" and "record-making" are terms which are frequently used now-a-days, and i wish people would give them a rest for a time. i remember a young gentleman who came into a fortune and very soon got through it because his company was very indifferent, he being very fond of racecourses and other iniquities of that sort. he went through the bankruptcy court, and when asked how he accounted for getting rid of his fortune so quickly, he replied, "fast women and slow horses." now i think cabmen would probably make a profit out of fast women and slow horses. one of you will take a very fine lady to caerleon racecourse next week, and, having a slow horse, will take two hours to do the journey, and charge a two hours' price. but i always like this society for one particular reason, namely, it has no small societies belonging to it. there is no cabmen's football club to write and ask you for a subscription. so far as i know, there is no cabmen's band, or other small institutions of which we have so many in every other circle of society. there is no cabmen's congress, and no cabmen's conferences and that is a great merit in the society, because i know that when i have done one thing, i have done all that i shall be required to do. _cabmen's dinner, november th, ._ talks to licensed victuallers. although the devil is not as black as he is painted, i hope neither i nor any other gentleman present bears any resemblance to his satanic majesty. the scythians, it is reported, first debated things when drunk, and then whilst sober, and perhaps at the end of this gathering i may be able to form a better opinion of the members of the newport corporation. _mayor's banquet, newport march th, ._ a few months ago, in the silly season, "the times" had about a couple of columns of letters from people discussing the uses and abuses of drink. i read the letters carefully, and came to the conclusion that there was a lot to be said on both sides. an octogenarian of wrote to say that his eyesight, hearing, and teeth were all sound, and that he had not tasted spirituous liquors in his life. shortly after, another octogenarian of , in addition to claiming the healthy condition of the previous writer, spoke of intending matrimony. he, however, said his memory was not so good as it was, but, so far as he could recollect, he had never been to bed sober in his life. after reading the first letter, i thought it was a "clincher," and went to bed without my usual brandy and soda, saying there would be no more licensed victuallers' dinners for me. when, however, i read the second letter, i changed my mind about the dinner. it has been said that life is not all beer and skittles, but it is a good thing to have something to drive away the depression which occasionally visits every one who has arrived at manhood. _licensed victuallers' dinner, cardiff, march th, ._ in the old days barons drank strong ale. the barons would have their liquor strong, and local veto at that time would have meant loss of licensed victuallers' heads. some people may wonder why i so persistently attend the licensed victuallers' association meetings--for i do attend regularly. i will tell you why, in a few words, if you will not tell anybody else. there is a clause in the family settlements that compels me to do it. i endeavour to act up to those settlements. _licensed victuallers' dinner, newport, march th, ._ i am not surprised that members of parliament are rather shy of going to licensed victuallers' dinners. they have to be very careful of what they say. words, it has been said, are given to conceal thoughts. after dinner, sometimes, thoughts get the mastery of words, and members of parliament have to think a good deal of the future. they have to ponder over the teetotal vote, and they have to be very careful that they do not offend the licensed victuallers. the difference as regards the members of the house of lords is this--they do not worry themselves about the teetotal vote, and they do not care a _darn_ for the licensed victuallers. a certain number of people think they can arrange everything satisfactorily upon an arithmetical principle. the latest fad is "one man one vote." if you do not take care it will be one man one glass. i would like to know how that could be arranged on arithmetical principles satisfactorily. there are a few other burning questions which i have never yet seen satisfactorily answered. one is 'what is home rule?' and the other is 'have you used pear's soap?' until we can find satisfactory answers to these, i think that legislation in regard to licensed victuallers will be quiet for a bit. i have never considered it necessary to apologise for dining with licensed victuallers. if there are any who think that in dining with that company i am stepping down from a pedestal on which i ought to remain, all i can do is to answer them in the beautiful motto of the order of the garter, "honi soit qui mal y pense." _licensed victuallers' dinner, cardiff, february th, ._ [illustration: "_if there are any who think that i am stepping down from a pedestal._"] cakes and ale. for my own part, i cannot see how the country could get on without licensed victuallers. some years ago when a frenchman wanted to describe an english country gentleman, he said he was one of those who, whenever he had nothing to do, suggested to those about him that they should go out and kill something. [illustration: "_if a time arrived when there were no more cakes and ale._"] there is a type of politician who, whenever he has nothing to do, says "let us go and abolish something." if this type had its way it would abolish the lord mayor's show and barnum's white elephant. i do not think the country would be one whit happier if a time arrived when there were no more cakes and ale. _licensed victuallers' dinner, january th, ._ the great land tyrant. i am now like the old man of the sea--someone you ought to get rid of. i am a great land tyrant. if you want a bit of land you can't get it. if you want a piece for a recreation ground you can't get it. if you want a piece for a church you can't get it. if you want a piece for a school you can't get it. if you want a place for any other amusement or for athletic grounds you can't get it. why? because it belongs to lord tredegar. so if you treat me like jonah, and throw me overboard, perhaps it would be much better for you. _conservative association meeting, newport. august th, ._ two lord tredegars. it appears to me sometimes that there are two lord tredegars.... most of you have been children at some time or other, and so most of you, i am happy to think, are acquainted with nursery rhymes. there is one which, probably, a great many of you have heard of. it is about an old lady with a basket who was going to market. she laid down on a bank and went to sleep, and a pedlar passing by, for some reason or other, cut her petticoats considerably above her knees. when she awoke the first thing she said was, "surely, this is not i." and sometimes, when he awoke in the morning, and saw what was said about lord tredegar, he was inclined to make the same remark, "surely, this is not i." when i read of a lord tredegar who is trying to reap what he has not sown, who binds his tenants down to covenants which do not exist, and who exacts the uttermost farthing from his miserable tenants, i think sometimes there must be two lord tredegars. _tredegar show, november th, ._ [illustration: "_surely, this is not i!_"] the trials of benefactors. [illustration: "_i have lately started a store in the village._"] the other day a friend of mine was in much the same position as i am to-night. he owned a large estate in the neighbourhood, and he was asked to preside at a meeting of the candidate who was going to come forward. i asked him afterwards if the meeting was successful. "oh, yes," he replied, "it was fairly successful, but they began to find out my failures and shortcomings." i said, "what have they found out about you?" the reply was, "i have lately started a store in the village, so that the agricultural labourers might have their beef and groceries at cost price. i thought that was rather a good thing to do, but it was far from a good thing in the opinion of my opponents. all the butchers and grocers declared they would make it very hot for me." i am in a somewhat similar position, and i told my friend so. "what have you done?" asked my friend, and i replied, "i have given a public park to the newport people." "what has that to do with it?" "well," said i, "they make out that it has increased the rates." _conservative meeting, newport, february nd, ._ what is a philanthropist? there are moments in a man's life when there is a contest between the lip and the eye, whether we should smile or cry. i am sure you would not like to see me cry just now, but there is a certain amount of sentiment in an affair of this sort. for a person in my position it is rather trying. i feel very much like the little boy you all knew in your nursery stories. the boy had a pie, and "he put in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said 'what a good boy am i.'" that is what i feel now. i suppose i should feel like a philanthropist. you probably all know what a philanthropist is. a philanthropist is an old gentleman, probably with a bald head, and he tries to make his conscience think he is doing good all the while he is having his pocket picked. _in reply to a vote of thanks._ "a splendid fellow." [illustration:"_a philanthropist is an old gentleman, probably with a bald head._"] it has been wisely said that there is nothing a man will not believe in his own favour. well, after the way you praise me i believe i am a splendid fellow altogether. but one's name is not always spoken of with that reverence with which a lord's name ought to be mentioned. still, i suppose there is such a thing as ignorance among men about those who do not live in the same station as themselves, and i always put it down to that. some day or other they may come to find out that what they say against lord tredegar is not all true. _st. mellons' show, september th, ._ naturally a conservative. you will not wonder that i am in a graver mood than is usual on these occasions. for more than years my lamented father occupied this chair, and i believe he was present on every occasion of this kind. in that time, the show has been raised from a very small one to be one of the most important in the country. my father has left me, amongst other possessions, an hereditary trust in the shape of this agricultural show. if i have given any hope that i shall fill the position as my father filled it, i shall feel very much flattered. it is not my intention to make great changes. there is no way of showing disrespect more than in making great changes, turning everything topsy-turvey, as if we knew everything better than those who went before us. i am naturally conservative, and come of a conservative family. i intend to keep to what was good of my late father. i have inherited a great trust in this show, and i hope that in future it will be seen that the show has not lost its prestige, its popularity or its utility. _tredegar show, december th, ._ politics on the brain. everybody now has got politics on the brain. we dream of politics and we almost drink politics--at least, we have been drinking politics to-night. so far as i am concerned, i should like, rip van winkle-like, to go to sleep for the next two months and wake up to find the general election over; only then i should like to wake up to find it had gone the right way. _farmers' dinner, bassaleg, october th, ._ the unruly hound. [illustration: "_i lick him whenever i have the opportunity._"] it is wrong to introduce politics at this dinner, and, in fact, i have no great liking for politics on any occasion, though i do at times have a little to do with them. and i have a little way of my own. i have a most unruly hound in my pack, which i call "radical," and i lick him whenever i have the opportunity. it does the hound good, and at the same time eases my own mind. though i have no great love of politics, i think this is a time, if ever, a member of parliament should feel inclined to speak. there is one subject which must be in everybody's mind, and for the consideration of which everyone must brace himself in the next session--that is "tenant's right." that is a question in which every agriculturist must take a deep interest; and for myself i think meetings of this sort much more likely to promote a goodly feeling between landlord and tenant than the provisions of any act of parliament. _tredegar show, december th, ._ the whoo whoops. i thank you for the way the toast of my health has been received; but i do not quite see the propriety of "whoo whoops" at the end. that is an expression that sportsmen use only when they are about to kill something; i do not see its applicability in the present case. i hope that you do not mean all you have expressed. _tredegar show, december th, ._ m.p.'s as badgers. during the intervals of pigeon pie and boiled beef, i have had the pleasure of a few minutes' conversation with mr. cordes, and from that conversation i have come to the conclusion that a member of parliament holds the same position to the human race that a badger does to the animal race. some people think that the only earthly purpose for which a badger can have been created was that of being baited, and i have an idea that some persons seem to imagine that a member of parliament was created for nothing but that we might bait him. but on this occasion we have been brought together not to bait mr. cordes, but to fête him. _conservative banquet, newport, january th, ._ the honour of being m.p. it is a great honour still, i am sure, to be a member of the british house of commons. lord rosebery, when he was chairman of the london county council, in a speech that he made--and i dare say many of you have been interested in some of lord rosebery's speeches because he has a fund of humour, and very often one is not quite certain whether he is in earnest or in jest--once said that the position of a town councillor is much more important than that of a member of parliament. it is quite possible that an individual member of a county council or a town council may be more important as an individual than a member of the house of commons, but his vote can only mainly affect the locality, whilst the action of a member of the house of commons may not only affect the whole of great britain, but the whole of the british empire. so i venture to think the position of a member of parliament is a little more important than that of a member of a town council or a county council. _monmouthshire county council, february nd, ._ nelson's saying. there still exists in the bosoms of our public men the feeling which animated lord nelson before the battle of the nile, when he said, "to-morrow i shall have either a peerage or westminster abbey." _press dinner, cardiff, may th, ._ the disadvantages of the peerage. [illustration: "_receiving eggs that are not fit for breakfast, and cats that have not received honourable interment._"] there are advantages and disadvantages in belonging to the house of lords. the peers are deprived of the right which other citizens have of standing on the hustings and receiving eggs that are not fit for breakfast and cats that have not received honourable interment. but they have the privilege of british citizens of being roundly abused by those whose talents lay in that direction. _associated chambers of commerce, newport, sept. st, ._ sweeps as peers. [illustration: "_i am acquainted with some sweeps._"] a certain gentleman who certainly thinks that the constitution of the country could be reorganised and set straight at once by a magazine article, says that if the house of lords rejects the home rule bill there is a very simple way to remedy the affair. mr. gladstone will then, he states, collect sweeps and make them peers so as to gain a majority. whether the gentleman intended to insult the sweeps or to insult the house of lords i do not know. i am acquainted with some sweeps. i have always looked upon sweeps in the same way as i look upon licensed victuallers. they are a body of men who are carrying on a very difficult profession with credit to themselves and advantage to the country. moreover, the sweeps with whom i am acquainted are most of them tories, and i shall not be surprised if as soon as those sweeps are collected and made peers, and have washed their faces and put on their coronets and robes, they do immediately range themselves on the opposition side of the house, and do, as most new gladstonian peers do, vote conservative directly they are created. _newport licensed victuallers' dinner, february rd, ._ you cannot please everybody. i have no doubt that if the house of lords were to pass by a large majority the disestablishment of the welsh church in the next session, the welsh party would say the hereditary principle was the only one to be depended upon. on the other hand, if the lords were to pass by a large majority a local veto bill, i have no doubt the licensed victuallers would at once go in for the abolition of the house of lords. _cardiff licensed victuallers' dinner, march th, ._ i am not a landlord myself, but i have strong opinions about the right of property, which i hope, in future legislation, will always be considered. if ever i become a landlord, i hope the interest which i have always felt in the welfare of my respected father's tenants will lead them to suppose that i shall never become such a ruffian as some people would make landlords out to be. _monmouthshire chamber of agriculture, february th, ._ i confess i was much comforted in reading one of those amiable, kind and christian-like speeches for the total suppression of landlords. i looked into the dictionary for the meaning of the word "landlord," and i found it was "a keeper of a public-house." when i read that, my soul was comforted. _newport licensed victuallers' dinner, january th, ._ i have always taken great interest in those who live on my property, it does not matter whether on agricultural land or in the bowels of the earth. a great landowner does not rest on a bed of roses. the loss to a landowner who only owns a small agricultural property, in days of agricultural depression when tenants cannot pay their rent, generally means a few hundred pounds and the reducing of all his expenses. but when it comes to great commercial interests, to owning the land on which our great ironworks, great tinworks, and collieries are situated, and when those interests are depressed, it means not a loss of a few hundreds, but the wiping off of several thousands. and it means occupying themselves night and day in ascertaining how they can help to still carry on those great interests which have employed so many hands, and which are so necessary for the welfare of the population of the district.... a great ironmaster, mr. carnegie, who found it to his best interest to carry on his great works in america, has enunciated a sentiment which appeals to me, to the effect that it is the business of every rich man to die poor. sometimes i feel that will probably be my fate if i go on as i am doing. however, i shall be poor in good company. _presentation to lord tredegar of miners' lamp and silver medal at risca eisteddfod, october th, ._ considerable difficulties attach to the position of a man who happens to own land round a large and increasing town. so many demands are placed before him. there are demands for building sites and for open spaces and public parks. it is difficult, when the land is limited in area, to satisfy all requirements. i hope, in a short time, however, to be enabled to make a present to the town of newport of a public park, one which will not cost much in laying out for use. _mayoral dinner, newport, december nd, ._ it may possibly happen that if the order to which i belong is swept away, i may become a candidate for municipal honours, and perhaps aspire to the civic chair. at present, however, i have my own responsibilities, for i am deeply troubled with what i may term the four r's--rates, roads, royalties, and rents. _mayor's banquet, march th, ._ keep us still our shorthorns. a gentleman who was very fond of writing poetry wrote a couple of lines which might be quoted against him although he has long since joined the majority. he wrote:-- let laws and learning, art and commerce die, but keep us still our old nobility. the last line can be altered as you like, and you can put anything you like for laws and learning, i would say buffaloes or anything else, but keep our shorthorns. in breeding shorthorns a pedigree of a long line of ancestors is indispensable. mr. stratton and myself have tried to work on those lines by breeding the nobility of shorthorns. _stock sale at the duffryn, newport, october th, ._ [illustration: "_i always find great difficulty in obtaining entrance to the dairy competitions._"] interest in dairying. my thoughts are at the moment running on ground rents, royalties and wayleaves, so if i wander from the subject i hope you will forgive me. i cannot regard the subject of dairying without thinking how we would have stood now supposing we had taken up the question as we ought to have done twenty years ago. we would not now be taking a back seat with the foreigners. but i always now find great difficulty in obtaining entrance to the dairy competitions, if i go there casually. whether it is the attractions of the pretty dairymaids inside, or the coolness of the atmosphere, there is certainly very great interest taken in the competitions and that is satisfactory. _monmouthshire dairy school prize distribution, november th, ._ where all classes meet. of all meetings which take place in the course of a year, there are none attended with such universal good as an agricultural meeting, because here all classes can meet, whereas in nearly all other meetings the attendances are of a sectional character. for instance, race meetings--many people think them wrong and never attend them. then there are church extension and missionary meetings--a great many do not like to attend them. but as to agricultural meetings, everybody seems to like to attend them, from the clergy to the racing man, the mechanic, the agricultural labourer, and the meetings must, therefore, promote a deal of harmony among classes. an agricultural meeting is much more effective than the proceedings of messrs. bright and cobden, who are going about preaching a war of classes. _tredegar show, december th, ._ where the agriculturist should study. some excursionists were going around the house of either wordsworth or tennyson--i forget which--and asked a servant where was her master's study. she replied, "here is my master's study, but he studies in the fields." that is the lesson to be learnt in respect to agriculture. _agricultural exhibition, newport, december nd, ._ a blue bottle and a bird. i hope you won't do what i did last time. it was a day very different from this. it was very hot. i saw an animal in the ring that i did not care the least about, and just then a great blue-bottle settled on my nose. the consequence was that i bought the worst animal at a very high price. _stock sale at the duffryn, newport, october th, ._ a limit even to science. [illustration: "_just then a great blue-bottle settled on my nose._"] in regard to scientific agriculture, i am not sure whether we are not rather overdoing things; but there is no doubt that, notwithstanding all the science we have, we have never succeeded in making a cow have more than one calf in a year, or a sheep more than two lambs. that goes to prove that there is a limit even to science in agriculture, and it reminds me of the saying, "you may pitchfork nature out of existence, but she is sure to come back to you." _bassaleg show, october th, ._ an eye for a good pair of horses. some men have an eye for one thing and some for another, but i think if i have a weakness it is to fancy that i have an eye for a good pair of horses, and for a straight line. when i see a line i can judge if it has been ploughed straight, and then i can judge whether the ploughman has had too much. of course, that sort of thing never happens at a ploughing match, but still it is as well to be on the look-out. _farmers' association, bassaleg, october th, ._ as cattle dealer. just before i came to the meeting i had put into my hand a small--a very small--paper in which i am described as a cattle-dealer. but i am not at all ashamed of that. _newport conservative meeting, april th, ._ the best farmer. it was the late lord beaconsfield, i believe, who said that the best educated farmer known spent all his life in the open air, and never read a book. there is a great deal of truth in that, and although science may aid farmers, observation and experience in the proper treatment of land and crops will do much more. _tredegar show, december th, ._ fox-hunting and diplomacy. many people imagine that to be a master of foxhounds you have only to get a horse--but besides the matter of pounds, shillings and pence, you have to create an interest amongst the farmers over whose land you hunt, and whose sheep, pigs and lambs you frighten. one, therefore, has to use a certain amount of diplomacy. _gelligaer steeplechases, april th, ._ nothing tends to brush away the cobwebs so much as a bracing run with the hounds. fox hunting is an admirable sport, and my neighbours shall enjoy it as long as there is a fox to be found on my estate. _at tredegar house, october th, ._ at an athletic club dinner. when i came into the room i expected to find one half of the company on crutches and the other half in splints. i am not at all certain that i am the proper man to be president of this club, because i think that the president of an athletic club should measure at least inches round the chest, and ought to have biceps of inches, and scale at least stone lbs. i am afraid all the dumb bells in the world would not get me up to that. i am what might be called an old fossil, though i cannot boast of the garrulity of old age, and therefore i will not tell you that when i played football i was always kicking the ball out of the ground into the river; or that when i played cricket i always drove the ball into the river. those are facts well known in newport. _first annual dinner of the newport athletic club, april th, ._ hunting. i am always delighted to see any member of the corporation at the meet of my hounds. if they came out horrid radicals they would go back half tories. [illustration: "_i am afraid all the dumb bells in the world would not get me up to that._"] "one touch of nature makes the whole world kin," and there is nothing like a meet in the open country for setting things right between friends and neighbours. _mayor's banquet, newport, january th, ._ a clever satirist has said that nature made the horse and hounds and threw in the fox as a connecting link. in my opinion, fox-hounds and hunting are the connecting links between the landlord and the tenant farmer. [illustration: "_'oh the devil!' i exclaimed. 'no, not the devil,' said the farmer, 'but the fox.'_"] i have made many pleasant acquaintances lately in my hunting expeditions, and i hope we shall always remain on the most amicable terms. but some have astonished me with their argument. said one, "beg pardon, major, i have lost such a sight of poultry." "dear me," i said. "yes, we lost forty ducks the other night." "oh, the devil!" i exclaimed. "no, not the devil," said the farmer, "but the fox." i asked the farmer how he managed to count so many. "well," was the reply, "i had four ducks sitting on ten eggs each; and that made forty." well, the chamber of agriculture has not yet settled the knotty point of "compensation for unexhausted improvements." however, the argument ended in our parting very good friends, as, said the farmer, "i and my landlord have been friends hitherto, and as i hope we shall continue to be." two unprofitable honours. i have the honour to hold two offices which, if i did not enjoy the friendship of the farmers, would be very thorny ones. one of them is that of being a member of parliament for an agricultural county. you will agree with me that, in such a position, if i were not on good terms with the farmer, i would often be on a bed of thorns. the other office i hold is that of master of a pack of hounds. i think also if i were not on good terms with the farmer that would not be a very pleasant position. i do not know that there is any similarity between the two offices, except that neither of them has any salary. i hope and trust that it will be a very long time before the country will be unable to find men willing to do the duties in either capacity without being paid for them. _tredegar show, december th, ._ the happy farmer. a great many people fancy that the farmer lives in a beautiful cottage, with vines climbing over it, that the cows give milk without any milking, that the earth yields forth her fruits spontaneously, and that the farmer has nothing to do but sit still and get rich. _tredegar show, december th, ._ equine expressions. our great orators, whenever they want to be more expressive than usual, make use of phrases savouring of horses and carriages. when the grand old man came into power, it was said he would have an awkward team to manage. again, when a great division was expected some time ago, and there were doubts as to which way two gentlemen would go, it was said that mr. fowler had kicked over the traces and that mr. saunders would jib. equine expressions are quite in the fashion. _may horse show dinner, may th, ._ kindness to animals. my experience of life is that a man who loves horses is a good member of society. a man who is kind to his horses is kind to everyone else. i belong to a four-in-hand club, two of the leading members, lord onslow and lord carrington, being close personal friends of mine. a relative of lord onslow once wrote: "what can tommy onslow do he can drive a coach and two; can tommy onslow do no more yes, he can drive a coach and four." yet lord onslow and lord carrington are something more than splendid whips; they are highly successful governors of british dependencies. _may day horse show dinner, march nd, ._ talks on education. i have been delighted to hand so many prizes to lady pupil teachers, and i recall the philosopher who once said, "all that is necessary is that a girl should have the morals of an angel, the manners of a kitten, and the mind of a flea." but after this distribution one cannot go away with the impression that the female mind is only the mind of a flea. _pupil teachers' prize distribution, january th, ._ we have been informed, to-night of different foreign educational systems, the german, the french, and the american, which we are generally told in this country we ought to copy. in the french system there is too much centralization. every teacher, whether at a university or at a small elementary school, is simply a government official. the german system is a splendid one, but it is all subsidized by government. the english government is not generous enough to do that for english schools, so we can hardly hope to copy the german system. then there is the american system. that is also certainly splendid, but unfortunately we have no great millionaires in england who will help us to copy the american system. it has been said that when an englishman becomes a millionaire, and he feels that he is nearing his end, he thinks--to use a sporting expression--that it is time to "hedge for a future state." then he builds a church. the american millionaire founds a university, or leaves large sums of money for a training college, and i think he is right. _technical school prize distribution, newport, december rd, ._ sir william preece has said that there were five new elements discovered within the last century. there were others undiscovered, and it only remained for some student to discover one of them to make himself famous, and, like xenophon, return to find his name writ large on the walls of his native town. a celebrated poet once declared-- "you can live without stars; you can live without books, but civilized man cannot live without cooks." some people may be able to live without books and only with cooks. but without science and books we should not have had our empire. books and science help us to keep up the empire. it is for these reasons that i do what i can to encourage technical and scientific education. _school of science and art prize distribution, december th, ._ you can be quite certain that no hooligan ever attended an art school. the intelligence and refinement of manners brought about by the study of sculpture, painting, and architecture have more to do with the stopping of drunkenness than any other teaching you could think of.... the charm of these art schools for me lies in the fact that we are always expecting something great, just as a fisherman at a little brook, where he has never caught anything much larger than his little finger, is always expecting to hook some big monster. in these art schools i am always expecting some great artist or sculptor turned out--somebody from newport schools--not only a credit to himself but to any town, somebody who will become a second millais or a great sculptor. newport has improved a good deal of late years, and i am sure the study of painting and architecture has had much to do with it. in looking over some old papers in the tredegar archives the other day, i came across a description by two people who passed from cardiff through newport about years ago. they said: "we went over a nasty, muddy river, on an old rotten wooden bridge, shocking to look at and dangerous to pass over. on the whole this is a nasty old town." _school of science and art prize distribution, december th, ._ sir john gorst has made reference to the indisposition of the territorial aristocracy to encourage high intellectual attainment. i think "territorial aristocracy" is rather an undefinable term, and perhaps school children will be asked what it is. i do not think that those who own land are as a class opposed to high intellectual attainment. the county councils to some extent are representative of territorial aristocracy, and of the county councils of england and wales have agreed to spend the whole of the government grant in education. that is a sign that the territorial aristocracy are not averse to intellectual attainment. perhaps colonel wallis will ask some of the children in the school what the meaning of "territorial aristocracy" is. i read that when a child was asked what the meaning of the word yankee was, the reply was that it was an animal bred in yorkshire. _opening of the school board offices, newport, march th, ._ victor hugo once said that the opening of a school means the closing of a prison. that is very true, regarded as an aphorism, and i wish it were true in reality, because there would not be any prisons left in england. _opening of intermediate schools, october th, ._ i am pleased that technical schools are taking such a firm hold in the town. i feel more and more that the teaching of art is doing a great deal of good. there is a great improvement in the tastes of the people, shown by the architectural beauty of their residences and in decorations generally. i was very much surprised a short time ago at reading a strong article by "ouida"--whose novels i have read with a great deal of interest--on the ugliness of our modern life. she certainly took a very pessimistic view of the matter and seemed to look only at the workaday part of the world--at the making of railways, the knocking down of old houses, and the riding of bicycles. i do not see that those things come under the title of art. one of the objects of instruction at the art schools is to induce students to create ideas of their own. at the same time i do not think you could do much better than study the old masters, than whose works i do not see anything better amongst modern productions. the great silver racing cups given away now, worth from £ to £ , do not compare with the handiwork of italian and venetian silver workers. i have some pieces of plate in the great cellar under tredegar house which i do not think it possible to improve upon. _school of science and art prize distribution, newport, january th, ._ one or two little incidents in my own experience lately shew the value of studying some particular trade or science or some form of art. only the other day i met a young lady at a country house. before i had seen her a few minutes she remarked: "i suppose you don't remember me, lord tredegar?" if i had been young and gallant, it would have been natural for me to have replied: "such a face as yours i am not in the least likely to forget." but i thought i was too old for that, and merely said that i did not remember at the moment having met her previously. the young lady then informed me that she had received a prize at my hands at a great school, and that in handing her the prize i had remarked, "you have well earned the prize, and it is a branch of art that, if continued, will prove very useful in after life." that branch of art had enabled her to take the position she then occupied. the other incident was that of a young man who had been left by his parents very poor. he had the greatest difficulty in getting anything at all to do, because he had never made himself proficient in any particular trade or science. i agree with the man who said one should know something about everything and everything about something. _school of science and art prize distribution, newport, december th, ._ it has been well said, i forget by whom, but i think it was dr. johnson, that you can do anything with a scotsman, if you catch him young. i think you can say just the same of the welshman or the monmouthshire man. _newport intermediate boys' school, november th, ._ one day i accompanied a young lady to her carriage on leaving a public function at which i had officiated. the band struck up a martial air, and i stepped actively to the time of the music. remarking to the young lady that the martial air appealed to an old soldier, she said, "why, lord tredegar, were you ever in the army?" that is the reason why i think we should have memorials and why i shall be very glad to have this picture in my house. _on the occasion of the presentation of a portrait of his lordship's statue in cathays park, cardiff, september th, ._ the commander of the french army said of the balaclava charge that it was magnificent, but that it was not war. i do not know what the french general called war, but my recollection of the charge is that it was something very nearly like it. i have to thank the power above for being here now, fifty-five years after the charge took place. whether this statue will commemorate me for a long time or not is of little moment, but i know it will commemorate for ever the sculptor, mr. goscombe john. _unveiling of equestrian statue of viscount tredegar in cathays park, cardiff, on th anniversary of the balaclava charge, october th, _ the archÃ�ology of monmouthshire. anyone who lives in monmouthshire, a county rich in its old castles, churches, camps, and cromlechs, cannot fail to be some sort of an archæologist, and it is this mild type i represent. i have always had a great fancy for history, and anyone who studies the archæology of monmouthshire must be well grounded in the history of england. the county has held a prominent place in history from the earliest period down to the present day, commencing with the silures, and passing on to the romans, saxons, and normans. some locality or other in the county was connected with each of those periods. one little failing about archæology which has always been a sore point with me is that it is apt to destroy some of those little illusions which we like to keep up. i hope when we go to caerwent, during the next day or two, my illusion concerning king arthur will not be dispelled, for i love to think of king arthur and his round table having been at that place. alexander wept because there were no new worlds to conquer, but i hope archæologists will not weep because there are no new ruins to be discovered. an old stone has been picked up on the moors at caldicot, and scientific men know that the stone proves the marches to have been reclaimed from the sea by the romans. the question of the origin of roman encampments is one about which there is a great deal of doubt, and i hope to hear some new story when we inspect the ancient part in tredegar park. _fourth annual meeting, cambrian archæological association, august th, ._ monmouthshire still welsh. in the reign of henry viii, monmouthshire was annexed to england, and therefore we are not now exactly in wales. but years have not eradicated the welsh language and the welsh traditions. _farmers' association dinner, bassaleg, october rd, ._ freedom of morgan brotherhood. i take my opinion of freedom from dr. samuel johnson, and that is good enough for me. dr. johnson said that freedom was "to go to bed when you wish, to get up when you like, to eat and drink whatever you choose, to say whatever occurs to you at the moment, and to earn your living as best you may." [illustration: "_i talk of buccaneer morgan._"] the lord mayor has hoped that he will prove to be a member of the tredegar family. the name of morgan is a splendid name. you can, with that name, get your pedigree from wherever you like. whenever i talk of bishops, i remember to speak of bishop morgan. if i speak to a football player, i talk of buccaneer morgan, and so it goes on in any subject you wish. i do not care--even if there is a great murder--a morgan is sure to be in it! i do not wish to detract from the lord mayor's desire to be in the pedigree, but, at all events, we can all belong to a morgan brotherhood. _reply to toast of "our guest," at city hall, cardiff, october th, ._ when the agitation for the new technical institute was going on, i daresay most of you heard all sorts of objections to it on the ground of expense and of there being no necessity for an institute of this description. some of the agitators went back to solomon. they said, "solomon was the wisest man who ever lived, and he has told us that 'he who increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.' so why," said they, "do you want to have more knowledge?" another objector said, "a little knowledge is a dangerous thing," and then somebody else said, "of the making of books there is no end," and "much study is a weariness of the flesh." all those old sayings were trotted out, but there was the other side to bring before you. there was the dear old lady who was so proud of her son--he was a kind of artist--that she thought he would become a second gainsborough. he got on very well, as she thought, and one day, meeting his professor, she said, "oh, professor, do you think my son will ever learn to draw?" and he replied, "yes, madam, if you harness him to a wagon." happily, newport went the right way, and built what i fancy is quite one of the most up-to-date technical institutions in the country. _technical institute prize distribution, newport, december st, ._ it is very difficult to address a mixed school of boys and girls. you require totally different things for boys and girls. a learned gentleman was once asked his ideal of a girl, and he replied, "most like a boy." asked his ideal of a boy, he replied, "only a human boy who dislikes learning anything." i was a human boy myself once, about years ago, and i hated learning anything except running about and making myself disagreeable to everyone. my experience of girls is that girls want to learn when a boy doesn't. a girl is nearly always anxious to learn, whilst a boy only wants to amuse himself. a great m.p. gave an address about education a week or so ago, and said our system was all wrong, that facts were no use, and that thinking was what they wanted. i totally disagree with him. facts are wanted, for it is from facts you get on to thinking. one examiner was much amused by the notion of a boy who said that what struck him most was the toughness of wood, the wetness of water, and the magnificent soapiness of soap. that boy was going to get on; he was thinking more about facts than anything else. [illustration: "_he was what they called 'a devil of a chap to jaw.'_"] another great school question is with regard to punishment, whether it is good to order a boy or girl to write out a certain number of lines or learn so many lines of poetry. a well known gentleman of the world, politically and otherwise, when at school was what they called "a devil of a chap to jaw." that was the expression of a fellow pupil. he was constantly in the playground jawing, and they sentenced him to run around the ground five times when he spoke for more than three minutes. that was supposed to cure him, but it did not. he speaks now more than anyone in the house of commons. _pontywaun school prize distribution, march th, ._ a hybrid county. we in monmouthshire are in a sort of hybrid county. a great many people think we are in wales and a great many people think we are not. cardiff is very jealous of us--jealous because we can get drunk on sundays and they can't. i hope we shall continue to be a county of ourselves, and when this great home rule question, which is so much talked about, is settled we shall, no doubt, have a parliament at newport-on-usk, or else at monmouth-upon-wye. _newport athletic club dinner, april th, ._ interest in exploration. i wish to renew interest among the people of the neighbourhood in the exploration work at caerwent. the reason, perhaps, why some of the interest has fallen off, is the illness and death of the late vicar of caerwent, who always took the greatest possible delight in explaining to visitors the history of the ancient city and the nature of the work of excavation. there is a great deal of fresh ground to be explored. i am glad to find that there is an increasing interest in great britain in this kind of work, and i hope it will continue to increase. if we expect to find any interest at all in matters of this kind, it would be in rome, and yet we find that in that city it has been decided recently to pull down some of the most valuable remains in the city, the great roman wall, which for so long a period kept out the goths and the vandals who besieged the city. if that is possible in rome, any indifference to this kind of work in great britain is not surprising. there is a fascination about the work of exploring, as we are always expecting to find something which has not been found before, and which may be very useful for historical purposes. all this part of the world is very interesting, not only caerwent, but llanvaches, where we find early christian evidences, and newport, where we have a castle of the middle ages. i cannot help thinking, when i look at the collection of roman coins in the caerwent museum, that it is not absolutely impossible that one of them may be the very coin which our saviour took and asked whose image it bore. for all we know, that very coin may have been in the possession of a roman soldier stationed in jerusalem at the time of the crucifixion, and brought by him to caerwent. _newport town hall, on the occasion of a lecture on "the excavations at caerwent," march th, ._ oliver cromwell and newport. there are few newportonians in this hall who do not remember perfectly well the curious little house, with a low th century portico, situated at the bottom of stow hill. it was regarded with great veneration by antiquarians, but was no doubt looked upon as a great nuisance by the great body of the people. however, that old portico is now treasured at tredegar house. the house was called "oliver cromwell's house." i think you will agree with me when i say that few people slept in so many bedrooms as king charles i. or oliver cromwell is said to have done. there is a room at tredegar house called king charles the first's room, but it was not built until ten years after that monarch was beheaded. with regard to the little house called oliver cromwell's house, there is some reason to believe that oliver cromwell might have occupied it. it was, sometime, occupied by the parliamentary troops, because i have at this moment an old fire back, which was found in the cellar with the royal arms of england and the crown dated -- something knocked off. no doubt this was found in the house by parliamentarians, who immediately proceeded to knock off the crown. we know that oliver cromwell passed that way, because he went to the siege of pembroke and found great difficulty in taking that town. i have a copy of a letter cromwell wrote to colonel saunders, one of his leaders, in which, after congratulating him upon his zeal and close attention, he referred to "the malignants--trevor williams of llangibby castle, and one sir william morgan, of tredegar," and directed him to seize them at once. that shows that oliver cromwell knew all about caerleon, newport and tredegar. _opening of tredegar hall, newport, march th, ._ welsh people even in cardiff. i am glad to find that the welsh church movement has been such a success. i was asked on one occasion if there were many welsh people in cardiff, and i confessed there were. when further asked if there was a welsh church there i had to admit with shame that there was not. from that moment i resolved to back up as much as i could the movement for providing a church for the welsh-speaking inhabitants of cardiff. no one could walk the streets of cardiff without being impressed with the number of welsh people one met and heard talking in their own language. probably a great number of those simply came into the town for the day, but a considerable number must be residents of the town. i see a great many ladies present, and i would urge them to do what they can, for, in the words of a church magnate, who was, if not an archbishop or a bishop, certainly an archdeacon--"mendicity is good, but women-dicity is better." _laying of the foundation stone of a welsh church at cardiff, july nd, ._ the siege of caerphilly castle. [illustration: "_two hundred tuns of wine! that is better than a temperance hotel._"] i am impressed by the energy displayed by the agriculturists of the district in sending such satisfactory exhibits. at the same time, you must not fancy yourselves quite too grand at the present day, because, if you read history you will find that during the siege of caerphilly castle, some or years ago--when the castle was taken--there were , oxen, , cows, , sheep, horses, , pigs and tuns of wine inside the castle walls. two hundred tuns of wine! that is better than a temperance hotel.... if you walk round this show you will not see one single sign of depression. it grows larger every year. cattle grow better, the horses better, the women grow prettier, and the men grow fatter. _east glamorgan agricultural show, caerphilly, september th, ._ gwern-y-cleppa. the foundations of gwern-y-cleppa, the palace of ivor hael, have been traced around a tree in cleppa park. although it has been termed a palace, i think it more likely to have been something of a manor house, for ivor was the younger son of a younger son, and therefore not likely to have had very large possessions. ivor's generous nature has been well depicted by his celebrated bard, dafydd ap gwilym. i have read in a book an account of an incident which tradition alleges took place near the spot on which we are standing. this was a contest between dafydd and his rival bard, rhys meigan. dafydd's shafts of satire overwhelmed his opponent, who fell dead--the victim of ridicule. _cardiff naturalists' visit to gwern-y-cleppa, may th, ._ in praise of eisteddfodau. as long ago as the th century an ancestor whom i have been reading about lately--ivor hael--appears to have been celebrated particularly for his support of the eisteddfodau of that period and of music in general. later on, my grandfather and father always did their best to promote the idea of the eisteddfod, and on several occasions presided at those gatherings. i, personally, consider the eisteddfod a great institution. one of the reasons why many of our english friends do not support eisteddfodau, and are inclined to speak slightingly of them, is because of the religious side which commences with the gorsedd; but i think if our friends paid a little more attention to it, and attended oftener, they would not be inclined to ridicule the institution. an eisteddfod, anywhere, is a very interesting event, but one at pontypridd seems to be of all others the most interesting. pontypridd itself is full of reminiscences of old and modern wales. on that very stone--the rocking stone--on the hill where some of us have been to-day, some very earnest bards, no doubt, at different times had their seats, and it does not require a very vivid imagination to picture on that stone one of those unfortunate bards that were left after the massacre of the bards of edward. then we have not far away the remains of the old monastery of pen rhys, where tradition says rested ap tudor, or at all events to whom the monastery was erected. at that very place, that great terror of england and of the normans--owen glendower--who was at that time residing at llantrisant, was stated to have presided at an eisteddfod soon after his incursion into wales. great bardic addresses were delivered there, and one, written to sir john morgan of tredegar, is now in the archives of tredegar. coming to later times, we have cadwgan of the battleaxe, who was supposed to have been sharpening his battleaxe at the time he was going down the rhondda, so that it must have been pretty sharp by the time he arrived at his destination. [illustration: "_there is at the present moment a wave of music-hall melodies passing over the country._"] there is at the present moment a wave of music-hall melodies passing over the country, and i think it is one of the duties of the eisteddfodau to try to counteract the music-hall fancy, now so prevalent. not many days ago, i was reminded of an incident in which a lady asked a friend whether he was fond of music, and he replied "yes, if it is not too good." unfortunately, that is the opinion of about one-half of the civilized world. the aim of the eisteddfod is to patronise good music which, combined with high art, has a tendency, as the latin poet puts it, to soften manners and assuage the natural ruggedness of human nature. _eisteddfod, pontypridd, july st, ._ miniature eisteddfodau, one of which we are celebrating, are most interesting, as being a sort of prelude to the great national eisteddfod which takes place annually. there is something peculiarly interesting in these essentially welsh gatherings, because however much we who live on this side of the rumney may, from legislative causes, be considered english, we never hear of an eisteddfod taking place on the other side of offa's dyke, which in my opinion is the boundary of wales. offa's dyke was formerly a great mound and ditch erected by king offa somewhere in the year or thereabouts, as a boundary between wales and england, and it ran from the mouth of the wye to chepstow. we seldom hear of an eisteddfod taking place on the other side of the dyke. it is true there are the great choral festivals, but those are festivals held in the grand cathedrals, at which very grand company assemble, and where some of the most celebrated singers sing; they are not competitive in any sense. here we have competitions, not so much for the prizes as for the honour of the thing, for the honour of the welsh nation, and for the advancement of music and art in wales. _risca, october th, ._ tredegar house. tredegar house is generally believed to have been designed by inigo jones, but it was not built until after that architect's death. it was built by william morgan, and finished about . a residence formerly stood on the spot, which leland mentioned as "a fair place of stone." owen glendower, when he ravaged wentloog, and destroyed houses, churches and newport castle, probably destroyed tredegar house. on an inquisition being taken after this period of the value of the lordship, the return was _nil_. _cambrian association meeting, august th, ._ a little family history. [illustration: "_i have made the discovery that the morgans were never remarkable for very great talent._"] as far as i have been able to read the family history, i have made the discovery that the morgans were never remarkable for very great talent; but for many generations we have lived in much the same spot, and it has been our motto to make life happy to those around us, and to assist those with whom we come in contact. i believe my family have lived for this object. there are many days in the history of the family that are much treasured by us, but there will be no one day more honoured than the memory of this one. when i hand these addresses to lady tredegar, and express to her the kind sentiments everyone has made use of as to the memory of the late lord tredegar, we shall one and all be thankful, and the memory of this day will live long in the heart of every member of the tredegar family. _tredegar memorial corn exchange, newport, september th, ._ the mayor has spoken of the commercial spirit which, he stated, has recently been evinced by the tredegar family. his worship in that respect erred a little, for several hundred years ago there was a gentleman who called himself merchant morgan. he sailed on the spanish main, and brought back with him a great deal of money which he had made in trade--or otherwise. from that day to this, the morgans have been very well off. later, there were ironworks in tredegar park, carried on by sir william morgan. those works paid also, and when he had money enough sir william morgan removed them away, restored the green fields, and left other people to attend to the works. _mayoral banquet, newport, december th, ._ sir henry morgan played an important part in the stirring drama of empire-building. his name has become a household word, and his daring exploits on the spanish main in the th century rival in song and story the heroic adventures of drake, frobisher, and hawkins. it is mainly to him that we own the island of jamaica, the most wealthy of our west indian possessions. he was not a plaster saint, it is true; but it is incorrect to call him a pirate, for there is no gainsaying the fact that all his actions were justified by instructions he received from time to time from his monarch, charles ii, who countenanced every movement of his, and even empowered him to commission whatever persons he thought fit, to be partakers with him and his majesty in his various expeditions and enterprises. he was cruel in the ordinary sense of cruelty exercised in warfare, no doubt, but only when in arms against the blood-thirsty spaniards. as a leader of men he was never surpassed by any captain of the seas, and in his glorious conquest of panama--which the great sir francis drake in had failed to take with , men when the city was but poorly fortified--sir henry ransacked it in when it had become doubly fortified, having with him only , men, and without the aid of any pikemen or horsemen. the charges of cruelty and rapacity levelled against him are beneath contempt and criticism. the spaniards tortured and murdered wholesale, and who can wonder that the heroic welshman made just reprisals, and carried out the biblical adjuration "an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth," when punishing the apostles of the inquisition and assassination. it is due to one john esquemeling, the author of the first account of buccaneers, "the history of the buccaneers of america," first published in , that sir henry was designated a "pirate." esquemeling had served under morgan, and, being dissatisfied with the share of prize money allotted to him after the expedition at panama, nursed his revenge until his return to holland some years after. sir henry took action against him, and claimed to obtain substantial damages from esquemeling for his malicious and misleading statement. the late colonel morgan. the death of my brother, colonel morgan, has plunged us into grief, and all the neighbourhood felt the death of one whom they all loved, almost as much as i did myself. i feel that life can never be the same to me again. _servants' ball, january th, ._ [illustration: "_the death of my brother, colonel morgan, has plunged us into grief._"] the monmouthshire tribute. [illustration: "_what have i ever done to deserve this tribute._"] some years ago two statesmen were discussing the merits of mr. pitt and mr. fox. the first statesman said the oratory of mr. pitt was remarkable because he was never at a loss for a word. the other statesman replied, "yes, but mr. fox was never at a loss for the right word." i, this afternoon, cannot find the right word. i can hardly find any word at all to express adequately to you what i feel on this occasion. i have put this question to myself many times in the last month or so--"what does it all mean? what have i ever done to deserve this great tribute?" i thought that my duty was to go back over my past life, and i began very early, a very long time ago. i went back to the chartist riots. i don't suppose there are any of you here who know much about them except by hearsay. i was a very little boy at the time, spending my holidays at ruperra castle, and i was just going with my little terrier to hunt a rabbit that had got into the cabbage garden, when the post-boy, who had been sent to newport to bring out the letters, rode in, pale and quivering, and flung himself from his pony and said that the chartists were in newport--"they are lying dead all over the street, and the streets were running with blood. he passed through a lot of people with swords and pikes, but whether they were coming on to ruperra he did not know." what he effectively did was to pose as a great hero among the maid-servants, and i remember afterwards going up to the post-boy, saying, "bother your chartists; come out and help me to catch this rabbit." that was my first beginning in sport--my first excitement. then i thought a little bit more. i have a distant recollection that very soon after, i was gazetted as a viscount. i saw in a newspaper which does not hold the same opinions as i do, the question, "what on earth is lord tredegar made a viscount for?" and the answer was, "i suppose because he has been master of the tredegar hounds for years." i thought, therefore, that i had better leave sport alone for this occasion. for some time i have had running in my mind a stanza written by one who may be called the australian bush poet, mr. l. gordon, a gallant man, who spent most of his time roughing it in the bush. the lines are as follows:-- i've had my share of pastime, i've had my share of toil, it is useless now to trouble. this i know; i'd live the same life over if i had the chance again and the chances are i'd go where most men go. mr. gordon thought he knew where most men go; i don't. i don't pretend to know, but i had thought, until lately, that i would not wish to live the same life over again. but now, when i am here this afternoon, and have received from the hands of so many of my greatest friends these magnificent testimonials of their opinion of me, i can hardly go wrong if i say i would live the same life over if i had to live again. well, when i went on with my early history, i found that very, very soon i got among tombstones and family vaults, and i thought that the less i called to mind those among whom i spent my early life the happier it would be for me, certainly on this occasion. but still i wonder what it is that i have done, that has caused so many of my friends and neighbours to gather together to present me with this great tribute of their affection and respect. it is true that i have had more than my share of this world's goods. there is one thing that has always comforted me when this has been thrown in my teeth, and that is that it was a young man who went away sorrowfully because he had great possessions. i believe i have tried, more or less successfully, to help those in difficulties, and to give to many comfort and happiness who otherwise would have been in much distress and suffering; but i am quite sure that there is no person in this hall who would not have done exactly the same under the same circumstances. i have no doubt that i shall be able to find a place in tredegar house for this picture. it will, i hope, be a monument in tredegar house to help those who come after me to try and do some good in their generation with the wealth which may be at their disposal. i thank you from the very bottom of my heart for this great tribute you have paid me. _this speech was made in december, , in acknowledgment of monmouthshire's tribute to lord tredegar, which took the form of an oil painting of himself, a gold cup, an album, and £ , , which his lordship handed over to various hospitals._ the jubilee of queen victoria. we are about to celebrate the queen's jubilee, not so much because her majesty has merely reigned fifty years, but because she has reigned years in the hearts of her people. _county meeting with reference to queen victoria's jubilee, newport, february th, ._ the late queen victoria. the expression of the country's appreciation of the character of her late majesty has been done grandly and well. statesmen on both political sides have told of their experience of her, not merely their opinion, but the result of the interviews they have had with her. all classes have borne testimony to her goodness and greatness. we, as humble subjects of her majesty, knew her sympathetic qualities. everybody present has benefitted in some way directly or indirectly through her. i think of the line which says--"one touch of nature makes the whole world kin." it was the touch of nature in her character, and her sympathizing feelings, which have made the whole of the civilized world, and much of the uncivilized world, mourn on this occasion. _monmouthshire county council, february th, ._ the late king edward. it has been well said by a poet that "fierce is the light that beats upon the throne." since those words were written the light beating upon the throne has become ten times more powerful, but in the case of king edward that fact has only tended to emphasise his majesty's charm of life and of personality, and the power of his will, which have benefitted not only this country but the whole civilised world. _usk quarter sessions, june nd, --in moving a vote of condolence on the death of king edward._ the penny whistle of republicanism. there never was a time when the country was more loyal. the penny whistle of republicanism which tried to blow its notes some time ago has, i believe, burst itself, for it found no sympathetic echo in the heart of the nation. i believe there is no harder worked man in the united kingdom than the prince of wales. from morning to night he is at the beck and call of somebody or other, and we always find him ready to respond to the calls made upon him. _tredegar show, december th, ._ on pretoria day. we have done our best to publicly recognise the success that has been achieved in the occupation of pretoria, and to do honour to lord roberts and his gallant army. you can tell the kind of man lord roberts is by his despatches. you can depend on it that whenever you read a despatch from lord roberts you are reading what is true, complete and accurate. i hope we shall soon see lord roberts, who is an old and good friend of mine, in newport again. _pretoria day, june th, ._ admiration for american sailors. i have a great admiration for american sailors and the american people generally. when the crimean war broke out, in the summer of , the first soldiers sent out of england were the cavalry regiments, and i went with them. at that time england had been at peace for years, and when war commenced the authorities knew little about the transport of cavalry. we did not go out as a whole regiment in a large liner, and arrive at our destination without the loss of a horse, as would be the case now. we were sent out in troops of or at a time, in small sailing vessels of tons. in the ship in which i sailed the horses were packed in the hold, and when they got to the bay of biscay a violent gale sprang up. in a few hours half a dozen horses broke loose and struggled about in the hold. there was only one american sailor among the crew, and he went down and "calculated" and uttered dreadful oaths. but he had not been down in the hold half an hour before he had all the horses tied up again. ever since then i have had the greatest respect for american sailors. _cardiff eisteddfod, august th, ._ improvements in the army. i always feel some diffidence in returning thanks for the army, since i am no longer in it; but i may add that i am proud to have belonged to it. no gentleman who has been in her majesty's service can look back with other than happy feelings to that time. when i first joined the army, it was not in its present state. many things connected with that service have improved. among others, the social condition of the soldier has been improved. i feel that no individual in this country, however high his position may be, need be ashamed of his connection with the army. at one time, the people of newport knew more about soldiers than now. some time ago i asked the duke of cambridge to send a regiment, or part of a regiment, to newport, and his grace said, in answer to me, that the people would be obliged to stir up a riot in the county if they wished to secure the presence of soldiers! i hope such a contingency will not arise, living as i do in the county. however, his grace promised to do his best in the matter, and i hope we shall soon again have the advantage of a regiment in newport. _dinner to lord tredegar and alexandra dock directors, july th, ._ the boy scout movement. the boy scout movement instructs the boy just at the time when he is between school and a trade, when it would perhaps be better if he stayed a bit longer at school, for the time hangs heavy on his hands; and that is the time when you catch hold of these boys and give them an interest in their country, and an interest in the necessity of having somebody to protect the country. the scouts that i have had any experience of are all boys who seem to have improved in their manners, their ways, and their education very soon after they have joined the boy scouts. _meeting in newport in connection with the boy scout movement, march th, ._ not known here. when the ironworks were started here they received the name of tredegar, and the town itself was also called tredegar. it is rather disagreeable to me at times. i have letters addressed, "lord tredegar, tredegar, monmouthshire." they are sent to tredegar, where they are marked by the postal officials: "not known here; try tredegar park." life's tragedy and comedy. life is said to be a comedy to those who think and a tragedy to those who feel, and as we all feel and think we must meet with a good deal of comedy and a good deal of tragedy. i hope you all have more comedy than tragedy. _presentation to lord tredegar of miner's lamp and silver medal at risca eisteddfod, october th, ._ newport a second liverpool i hope the day is not far distant when newport will be a second liverpool, and maindee a second birkenhead. _tredegar show, december th, ._ oxford and cambridge. i have read somewhere that an oxford man walks about looking as if oxford and the rest of the world belong to him. a cambridge man, on the other hand, walks as if he does not care a--well, does not care two straws who the place belongs to. _seventy-fifth anniversary of st. david's college, lampeter, october th, ._ doctors-old style and new. [illustration: "_the old-fashioned gentleman, who first of all pulled out a watch as big as a warming-pan._"] the owning of a hospital is not a very lively proceeding, but i cannot help giving a few of my reminiscences in connection with doctors. i can go back to the real old-style of doctor; not the present-day smart young gentleman with the radium light in his pocket, but the old-fashioned gentleman who first of all pulled out a watch as big as a warming-pan, and who felt the pulse and asked the patient to put out his tongue, and ended up by saying "haw!" that meant a tremendous lot, for he did not tell any more. i well remember a medical friend of mine saying once that he lived in a land flowing with rhubarb, magnesia, and black draughts. that was the way we were treated as children, and which possibly enabled us to live a long life. _opening of a hospital at abertysswg, october rd, ._ all sorts and conditions. i am one of those who like mixing with all sorts and conditions of men. i can dine with lords and ladies whenever i like, but i cannot always dine with an assembly of working men. _may horse show dinner, may th, ._ [illustration: "_i can dine with lords and ladies whenever i like, but i cannot always dine with an assembly of working men._"] a contrast in correspondence. i have a great deal of correspondence of one sort and another. i keep no secretary, and my correspondence is with all sorts and conditions of men. only this morning, in the hurried moment before i left, i wrote two letters, one to a descendant of warwick the kingmaker, and the other to a little boy living in the back slums of newport about a football match. that is the sort of correspondence i like, for i like to mix with all sorts and conditions of men and do what i can for them. _foundation-stone laying, presbyterian church, newport, august th, ._ dreams and tears. i never remember to have had a dream that was merry. i never remember to have awakened from a dream with a smile or a laugh; but many times have i done so with tears on my cheeks. _bazaar at ystrad mynach, september th, ._ the precipice of matrimony. you have heard things said about matrimony. it is an annual occurrence at this dinner, until i have become like a man who can walk along the verge of a precipice and look down without falling over. i have looked so long without a desire to plunge, that i am able now to look over without any danger of falling. _the tredegar show, december th, ._ how to live for ever. people who regularly study the newspapers come across advertisements of many things calculated to make them doubt whether there is any need for a cottage hospital at all. in fact, as far as i can see, judging by these advertisements, there is no reason why anybody should die. _pontypridd cottage hospital, may th, ._ punctuality "the thief of time." as an old military man, i fully appreciate the value of punctuality. undoubtedly punctuality is the first great duty in this world if we wish to carry on business satisfactorily. there are those who say punctuality is a great mistake, because a deal of time has to be spent in waiting for other people. that is a very pleasant way of looking at an unpunctual individual. _intermediate school prize distribution, october th, ._ no knowledge of kisses. [illustration: "_my brother and i had a fine-looking animal. we used to smoke our cigars as we gazed at it._"] there is no prize worth much that does not take some trouble to gain. i have heard that kisses, when taken without much trouble, are not worth having. of course i do not know anything about that sort of thing. my brother and i had a fine looking animal. we used to smoke our cigars as we gazed at it, and think there was nothing like it in the world. we thought we would send it to birmingham; and then, if any good, to smithfield. it was of no use, however. it reminded me of a celebrated trainer who used to come into this county, who said: "oh, you've nothing at home to try him with. you think your horse goes very fast past trees." i expect it was very much the same thing with our ox. it looked very good alongside the cattle trough. a smart retort. when i had the pleasure of presenting bedwellty park to this town (tredegar) one of my critics asked: "are you quite sure, lord tredegar, that you have not given the tredegar people a white elephant?" that simile did not trouble me, for i told them i was quite sure in a few months the park would be as black as the rest of tredegar. _bazaar at tredegar, may rd, ._ the bushranger's method. [illustration: "_young man, this is a two dollar show._"] just as i came into the hall, i encountered an individual dressed in a rather extraordinary garb. i looked him up and down, and saw that he was well armed. it reminded me of the case of a minister in the backwoods calling on a bushranger to go round with the hat. the latter did so, and the first young man he came to dropped in two or three cents. the bushranger looked at him in a peculiar way, cocked his pistol in a significant manner, and said, "young man, this is a two dollar show." the young man at once dropped in two dollars. i think that perhaps my friend might come round with me presently, we might frighten some of the gentlemen who have come here with full purses. _congregational church bazaar, newport, october nd, ._ making the waist places glad. i have a little advice to give to you in conclusion. a school-boy was being examined in scripture knowledge, and was asked the meaning of the words, "make the waste places glad." he answered, "put your arm around a lady's waist and make her glad." that, i think, is a very good hint for the young men present, and i advise them to make the evening as pleasant as they can for the ladies. to the ladies i would say this--"don't put too much faith in the promise of love that may be whispered in your ears before the close of the ball." _servants' ball, january th, ._ as others see us. a celebrated philosopher has said there are three different personalities about a man. first, there is what god thinks about him; secondly, what his friends think about him; and, thirdly, what he thinks of himself.... there is another personality to be thought of, and that is the opinion of newspapers. it is very difficult to arrange those different personalities, because one's own opinion is entirely different from other people's. i like a gentleman who proposes my health to lay it on thick, as some of it is sure to stick, whether i deserve it or not. _opening of the new hospital, abergavenny, october th, ._ the mighty lord mayor. many people have the impression that the lord mayor of london is the greatest man in this kingdom. there is a line or two in an old song relating to a lover who did not like to pop the question to his girl. he said:-- "if i were a lord mayor, a marquis or an earl, blowed if i wouldn't marry old brown's girl." that represents a great deal of the feeling in this country about the magnificence of the position of the lord mayor of london. _newport conservative meeting, july th, ._ a day of great joy. it is a high honour, because it is the greatest that the lord mayor and corporation have the power of conferring upon anybody. my only drawback is the fear that i cannot be worthy of the others whose names are on the roll of cardiff's freemen. you know that comparisons are odious, and when you read the names on that list and compare mine with them, i hope you will look with leniency upon me. the lord mayor promised me just now that he would not be very long in his address and in his references to me on this occasion. at one moment i felt very much inclined to remind him of his promise, as the great king henry iv did with a lord mayor who went on his knees to deliver the keys of the city. without delivering them he rose from his knees and said, "i have twelve reasons for not yielding up the keys of the city. the first is that there are no keys." the king said, "that is quite enough; we don't want any more reasons." i felt inclined to stop the lord mayor and say, "you have said quite enough about me; i will take the remainder for granted." [illustration: "_i see no reason why i should not be civil to the members of the corporation unless they are uncivil to me. i should probably do then what other people would do._"] i see no reason why i should not be civil to the members of the corporation unless they are uncivil to me. i should probably then do what other people would do. the lord mayor has said that glamorgan could not claim me as a glamorgan man. well, i was born in glamorgan, at ruperra castle, on this side of the rumney. i know that if a man is born in a stable it doesn't make him a horse, but i always understood that the place of your birth had a certain claim upon you. it is not very long ago that i was discussing with somebody what i was going to do in the future, and i quoted the line from shakespeare: "my grief lies onward, but my joy is behind." i think now that i spoke a little too soon, this day being one of great joy to me, as you can easily understand. _presentation of the freedom of cardiff to viscount tredegar, october th, ._ the good old english oath. i never was good at personal abuse. i have got a good old-fashioned oath when i am angry--a good old english oath, good enough for most people--but that is only when i am very angry. and though we have been told that this is the greatest crisis we have ever seen, unfortunately i cannot get angry enough about it to abuse other people. but in the circumstances, if i am put to it, i think i would quote falstaff, who said, "if any part of a lie will do me grace, i will gild it with the heaviest terms i have." _south monmouthshire conservative association, december nd, ._ praise in bucketsful. [illustration: "_if i live a little longer, i should like it in buckets._"] oliver wendell holmes, the celebrated american writer, said that when he was young he liked his praises in teaspoonfuls. when he got a little older he liked them in tablespoonfuls, and later on in ladles. i think i have had a good ladleful this afternoon. if i live a little longer, i should like it in buckets. _cardiff, september th, ._ an easy solution. [illustration: "_i should like the suffragettes to marry the passive resisters and go away for a long honeymoon._"] i have a notion by which we could be relieved of two wearisome questions. i should like the suffragettes to marry the passive resisters and go away for a long honeymoon. _servants' ball, ._ a ready answer. four or five years ago i received a letter from the war office asking how many horses i would put at the service of her majesty in case of emergency. i wrote back and said, "all of them." by return of post i received a letter saying that i had given a very patriotic answer, but that it did not help them in the least; what they wanted to know was how many horses i could put upon the register. i sent back and registered eighteen horses. that was the whole of the tredegar hunt. well, a couple of days ago i received a notice that all of those horses would be wanted. so if the tredegar hunt collapses suddenly, you will know the cause of it. _st. mellons ploughing dinner, october th, ._ welcome. what a beautiful word is the english word "welcome!" what a world of sympathy it expresses! it does not matter whether the welcome comes from a father, mother, brother, or sister, or from the girl of your own heart. it is always the same. i have arrived at the time of life when i can not expect an eye to look brighter when i come, but many eyes are brighter when they fall on these volunteers who left their homes, not when they thought the war was over, but in the time of england's darkest hour. that was the time when our gallant yeomanry and service companies went to assist their country in its distress. they went to redeem again the honour of england, which at one moment looked as if it were rather smirched. they must have seen suffering by disease and bullet wounds, and in other ways, and must have been brought face to face with all kinds of distress, and witnessed the agony of death from disease and bullets. all that tends to make a man more sympathetic to those whom at other times he might be inclined to blame. _presentation to returned volunteers (boer war), rogerstone, july th, ._ the seven ages. i liken myself to shakespeare's "seven ages." i have been the baby, the schoolboy, the lover, and the warrior, and i am now the justice, but unlike the poet's justice, i can not boast of "a fair round belly with good capon lined." having disappointed the poet in one thing, i hope to disappoint him in another, and not to degenerate into a "lean and slippered pantaloon." _servants' ball, january th, ._ a delicate point. [illustration: "_some difficulty might be experienced in getting the ladies to wear the costumes of those districts._"] the bazaar may be described as an "european fair," because the stalls represent most of the nations of europe. the reason for that is that if we went to africa or other dark countries, some difficulty might be experienced in getting the ladies to wear the costumes of those districts. _opening of "world's fair" bazaar, newport, april th, ._ the historic house of lords. it is in itself no great thing to be a lord; in fact, there used to be a saying, "as drunk as a lord." but it is a great thing to sit in the house of lords. that house is an institution which i believe every country wishing for constitutional government has, for the last hundred years, striven to imitate, but without success, and in my opinion they are never likely to succeed, because the house of lords is an institution which, being the growth of centuries, can not be imitated in a day. it is recruited from various classes of society, and it is simply impossible to create a body similar to it all in a moment. in the old days, some three hundred years ago, king james, being in need of money, thought it would be a very good thing to create an extra rank, namely, that of baronet, and he sold baronetcies at £ , a piece, which brought him in a goodly sum of money. anyone applying for a baronetcy was required to show a certain amount of pedigree, proving that he had had a grandfather or something of that sort. now, if his sovereign calls him, there is nothing to prevent any one, having talent and worth, from entering the house of lords, even if he never had a grandfather. great divines, great soldiers, great statesmen, great lawyers, and great engineers, representatives of all the rank and wealth of the country, are to be found in that august body; and i think it is a long time since any expression on the part of the house of lords has been adverse to the general opinion of the country. _licensed victuallers' dinner, january th, ._ finis. western mail, limited, printers, cardiff none quotes and images from the novels of fontaine the tales and novels of j. de la fontaine a pretty wife? beware the monks as you would guard your life above all law is might avoid attorneys, if you comfort crave delays are dangerous, in love or war ev'ry grave's the same extremes in ev'ry thing will soonest tire in childhood fear 's the lesson first we know! in country villages each step is seen in the midst of society, he was absent from it monks are knaves in virtue's mask no folly greater than to heighten pain some ostentation ever is with grief the god of love and wisdom ne'er agree those who weep most the soonest gain relief tis past our pow'r to live on love or air twere wrong with hope our fond desires to feed we scarcely good can find without alloy who knows too much, oft shows a want of sense life of jean de la fontaine jean de la fontaine was born on the th of july, , at chateau-thierry, and his family held a respectable position there. his education was neglected, but he had received that genius which makes amends for all. while still young the tedium of society led him into retirement, from which a taste for independence afterwards withdrew him. he had reached the age of twenty-two, when a few sounds from the lyre of malherbe, heard by accident, awoke in him the muse which slept. he soon became acquainted with the best models: phoedrus, virgil, horace and terence amongst the latins; plutarch, homer and plato, amongst the greeks; rabelais, marot and d'urfe, amongst the french; tasso, ariosto and boccaccio, amongst the italians. he married, in compliance with the wishes of his family, a beautiful, witty and chaste woman, who drove him to despair. he was sought after and cherished by all distinguished men of letters. but it was two ladies who kept him from experiencing the pangs of poverty. la fontaine, if there remain anything of thee, and if it be permitted to thee for a moment to soar above all time; see the names of la sabliere and of hervard pass with thine to the ages to come! the life of la fontaine was, so to speak, only one of continual distraction. in the midst of society, he was absent from it. regarded almost as an imbecile by the crowd, this clever author, this amiable man, only permitted himself to be seen at intervals and by friends. he had few books and few friends. amongst a large number of works that he has left, everyone knows his fables and his tales, and the circumstances of his life are written in a hundred places. he died on the th of march, . he was buried in the cemetery of saint-joseph, by the side of moliere. the author's preface to the first volume of these tales i had resolved not to consent to the printing of these tales, until after i had joined to them those of boccaccio, which are those most to my taste; but several persons have advised me to produce at once what i have remaining of these trifles, in order to prevent from cooling the curiosity to see them, which is still in its first ardour. i gave way to this advice without much difficulty, and i have thought well to profit by the occasion. not only is that permitted me, but it would be vanity on my part to despise such an advantage........... now, that i should be permitted to write about these as so many others have done and with success i do not believe it can be doubted; and people cannot condemn me for so doing, without also condemning ariosto before me and the ancients before ariosto. it may be said that i should have done better to have suppressed certain details, or at least to have disguised them. nothing was more easy, but it would have weakened the tale and taken away some of its charm: so much circumspection is only necessary in works which promise great discretion from the beginning, either by their subject or by the manner in which they are treated. i confess that it is necessary to keep within certain limits, and that the narrowest are the best; also it must be allowed me that to be too scrupulous would spoil all. he who would wish to reduce boccaccio to the same modesty as virgil, would assuredly produce nothing worth having, and would sin against the laws of propriety by setting himself the task to observe them. for in order that one may not make a mistake in matters of verse and prose, extreme modesty and propriety are two very different things. cicero makes the latter consist in saying what is appropriate one should say, considering the place, the time, and the persons to whom one is speaking. this principle once admitted, it is not a fault of judgment to entertain the people of to-day with tales which are a little broad. tales and novels of j. de la fontaine ....... the servant girl justified boccace alone is not my only source; t'another shop i now shall have recourse; though, certainly, this famed italian wit has many stories for my purpose fit. but since of diff'rent dishes we should taste; upon an ancient work my hands i've placed; where full a hundred narratives are told, and various characters we may behold; from life, navarre's fair queen the fact relates; my story int'rest in her page creates; beyond dispute from her we always find, simplicity with striking art combin'd. yet, whether 'tis the queen who writes, or not; i shall, as usual, here and there allot whate'er additions requisite appear; without such license i'd not persevere, but quit, at once, narrations of the sort; some may be long, though others are too short. let us proceed, howe'er (our plan explained:) a pretty servant-girl a man retain'd. she pleas'd his eye, and presently he thought, with ease she might to am'rous sports be brought; he prov'd not wrong; the wench was blithe and gay, a buxom lass, most able ev'ry way. at dawn, one summer's morn, the spark was led to rise, and leave his wife asleep in bed; he sought at once the garden, where he found the servant-girl collecting flow'rs around, to make a nosegay for his better half, whose birth-day 'twas:--he soon began to laugh, and while the ranging of the flow'rs he prais'd, the servant's neckerchief he slyly rais'd. who, suddenly, on feeling of the hand, resistance feign'd, and seem'd to make a stand; but since these liberties were nothing new, they other fun and frolicks would pursue; the nosegay at the fond gallant was thrown; the flow'rs he kiss'd, and now more ardent grown they romp'd and rattl'd, play'd and skipt around; at length the fair one fell upon the ground; our am'rous spark advantage took of this, and nothing with the couple seem'd amiss. unluckily, a neighbour's prying eyes beheld their playful pranks with great surprise, she, from her window, could the scene o'erlook; when this the fond gallant observ'd, he shook; said he, by heav'ns! our frolicking is seen, by that old haggard, envious, prying quean; but do not heed it; instantly he chose to run and wake his wife, who quickly rose;-- so much the dame he fondl'd and caress'd, the garden walk she took at his request, to have a nosegay, where he play'd anew pranks just the same as those of recent view, which highly gratified our lady fair, who felt dispos'd, and would at eve repair, to her good neighbour, whom she bursting found, with what she'd seen that morn upon the ground. the usual greetings o'er, our envious dame, with scowling brow exclaim'd,--my dear, your fame, i love too much not fully to detail, what i have witnessed, and with truth bewail; will you continue, in your house to keep a girl, whose conduct almost makes me weep? anon i'd kick her from your house, i say; the strumpet should not stay another day. the wife replied, you surely are deceiv'd; an honest, virtuous creature she's believ'd. well, i can easily, my friend, suppose, rejoin'd the neighbour, whence this favour flows; but look about, and be convinc'd, this morn from my own window (true as you are born,) within the garden i your husband spi'd and presently the servant girl i ey'd; at one another various flow'rs they threw, and then the minx a little graver grew. i understand you, cried the list'ning fair; you are deceiv'd:--myself alone was there. neighbour but patience, if you please: attend i pray you've no conception what i meant to say: the playful fair was actively employ'd, in plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd. wife 'twas clearly i, howe'er, for her you took. neighbour the flow'rs for bosoms quickly they forsook; large handfuls frequently they seem'd to grasp, and ev'ry beauty in its turn to clasp. wife but still, why think you, friend, it was not i? has not your spouse with you a right to try what freaks he likes? neighbour but then, upon the ground this girl was thrown, and never cried nor frown'd; you laugh.-- wife indeed i do, 'twas myself. neighbour a flannel petticoat display'd the elf. wife 'twas mine: neighbour be patient:--and inform me, pray, if this were worn by you or her to-day? there lies the point, for, if you'll me believe, your husband did--the most you can conceive. wife how hard of credence!--'twas myself i vow. neighbour oh! that's conclusive; i'll be silent now; though truly i am led to think, my eyes are pretty sharp, and much i feel surprise at what you say; in fact, i would have sworn, i saw them thus at romps this very morn; excuse the hint, and do not turn her off. wife why, turn her off?--the very thought i scoff; she serves me well. neighbour and so it seems is taught; by all means keep her then, since thus she's thought. the avaricious wife and tricking gallant who knows the world will never feel surprise, when men are duped by artful women's eves; though death his weapon freely will unfold; love's pranks, we find, are ever ruled by gold. to vain coquettes i doubtless here allude; but spite of arts with which they're oft endued; i hope to show (our honour to maintain,) we can, among a hundred of the train, catch one at least, and play some cunning trick:-- for instance, take blithe gulphar's wily nick, who gained (old soldier-like) his ardent aim, and gratis got an avaricious dame. look well at this, ye heroes of the sword, howe'er with wily freaks your heads be stored, beyond a doubt, at court i now could find, a host of lovers of the gulphar kind. to gasperin's so often went our wight, the wife at length became his sole delight, whose youth and beauty were by all confessed; but, 'midst these charms, such av'rice she possessed, the warmest love was checked--a thing not rare, in modern times at least, among the fair. 'tis true, as i've already said, with such sighs naught avail, and promises not much; without a purse, who wishes should express, would vainly hope to gain a soft caress. the god of love no other charm employs, then cards, and dress, and pleasure's cheering joys; from whose gay shops more cuckolds we behold, than heroes sallied from troy's horse of old. but to our lady's humour let's adhere; sighs passed for naught: they entered not her ear; 'twas speaking only would the charmer please, the reader, without doubt, my meaning sees; gay gulphar plainly spoke, and named a sum a hundred pounds, she listened:--was o'ercome. our wight the cash by gasperin was lent; and then the husband to the country went, without suspecting that his loving mate, designed with horns to ornament his pate. the money artful gulphar gave the dame, while friends were round who could observe the same; here, said the spark, a hundred pounds receive, 'tis for your spouse:--the cash with you i leave. the lady fancied what the swain had said, was policy, and to concealment led. next morn our belle regaled the arch gallant, fulfilled his promise:--and his eager want. day after day he followed up the game; for cash he took, and int'rest on the same; good payers get, we always may conclude, full measure served, whatever is pursued. when gasperin returned, our crafty wight, before the wife addressed her spouse at sight; said he the cash i've to your lady paid, not having (as i feared) required its aid; to save mistakes, pray cross it in your book; the lady, thunderstruck, with terror shook; allowed the payment; 'twas a case too clear; in truth for character she 'gan to fear. but most howe'er she grudged the surplus joy, bestowed on such a vile, deceitful boy. the loss was doubtless great in ev'ry view around the town the wicked gulphar flew; in all the streets, at every house to tell, how nicely he had trick'd the greedy belle. to blame him useless 'twere you must allow; the french such frolicks readily avow. favorite quotations a pretty wife? beware the monks as you would guard your life above all law is might avoid attorneys, if you comfort crave but reason 's fruitless, with a soul on fire by others do the same as you would like they should by you caresses lavish, and you'll find return criticism never stops short nor ever wants for subjects delays are dangerous, in love or war ev'ry grave's the same extremes in ev'ry thing will soonest tire favours, when conferred with sullen air, but little gratify few ponder long when they can dupe with ease fools or brutes, with whose ideas reason never suits he who loves would fain be loved as well he, who laughs, is always well received her doll, for thought, was just as well designed historick writ how could he give what he had never got? in childhood fear 's the lesson first we know! in country villages each step is seen in the midst of society, he was absent from it monks are knaves in virtue's mask no folly greater than to heighten pain no grief so great, but what may be subdued no pleasure's free from care you may rely not overburdened with a store of wit of't what we would not, we're obliged to do opportunity you can't discern--prithee go and learn perhaps one half our bliss to chance we owe possession had his passion quite destroyed regarded almost as an imbecile by the crowd removed from sight, but few for lovers grieve sight of meat brings appetite about some ostentation ever is with grief the eyes:--soul-speaking language, nothing can disguise the god of love and wisdom ne'er agree the less of such misfortunes said is best the more of this i think, the less i know the plaint is always greater than the woe the promises of kings are airy dreams the wish to please is ever found the same those who weep most the soonest gain relief though expectations oft away have flown tis all the same:--'twill never make me grieve tis past our pow'r to live on love or air to avoid the tempting bit, 'tis better far at table not to sit too much you may profess twere wrong with hope our fond desires to feed was always wishing distant scenes to know we scarcely good can find without alloy when husbands some assistance seemed to lack when mourning 's nothing more than change of dress when passion prompts, few obstacles can clog while good, if spoken, scarcely is believed who knows too much, oft shows a want of sense who only make friends in order to gain voices in their favour who would wish to reduce boccaccio to the same modesty as virgil who, born for hanging, ever yet was drowned? wife beautiful, witty and chaste woman, who drove him to despair you little dream for whom you guard the store transcriber's note: minor typographical errors have been corrected without note. irregularities and inconsistencies in the text have been retained as printed. words printed in italics are noted with underscores: _italics_. the table of contents was not present in the original text and has been produced for the reader's convenience. the witch hypnotizer by zena a. maher published for the author san francisco the bancroft company copyright, by zena a. maher issued from the press of the bancroft company _to my husband, the truest and noblest of men_ the witch hypnotizer contents chapter i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii. viii. ix. x. xi. xii. xiii. xiv. xv. xvi. xvii. xviii. xix. xx. xxi. xxii. xxiii. xxiv. xxv. xxvi. chapter i. let there be light. genesis i, . let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your father which is in heaven. matthew v, . in the world of imagination many witches have lived and died since the one of whose existence and wonders i am about to relate, came into prominence. she lived quite alone in a little cottage on the outskirts of a large city in america, of course, and why should not the free soil produce all sorts when it is the dumping ground for all creation? alone, with the exception of her dog and several cages of canaries which, by the way, were a new departure in the line of pets, for the old-time witches were supposed to favor cats and parrots, she commanded the respect of all, but there was something so very peculiar about her that some of her more superstitious neighbors looked upon this woman as a kind of good witch. there was nothing remarkable about her personal appearance and the peculiarity was not visibly noticeable. it was nothing tangible, but an indescribable something which gave her influence over other minds, to bend them to her will. every one felt this more or less in her presence; a giving up of pet hobbies, even, to her ideas, which fortunately were very liberal. there was that also about her sympathetic nature which invited confidence, and many who were not given to complaining found themselves, they hardly knew why, telling her their secret sorrows. for years this witch or woman was herself unconscious of this power, but when she fully realized it, her work to her conscientious heart was laid out, and that must be in doing all the good possible through this genius that was hers. she had always endeavored to do her best, ever ready to lend a helping hand to any one in trouble. chapter ii. while attending to her birds one morning, the witch was interrupted by a knock at the door and a summons from one of her neighbors, who had sent a child to ask if this good soul would come over. yes, she would be there directly. donning her sombre colored bonnet and shawl the witch started for her neighbor's. the unhappy little woman craved sympathy, and had sent for her who knew so well how to render it. she told the oft-repeated story of a drunkard's wife. her husband had left home the previous evening and had not returned, and after these prolonged sprees she feared his coming, who was the kindest of men when himself, but very savage when under the influence of liquor. then, too, she was afraid that he would lose his position, which his employer had threatened if he did not attend to work better. the witch told her to be of good cheer; that all would be well with her yet. she looked at the shabby furniture and still shabbier clothing of the children. this family had once been in comfortable circumstances, but were brought to this state of poverty through intemperance, the prevailing evil. for the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty. proverbs, xxiii, . and yet how much good these beverages might do if used in moderation, but too many are with this, like all their other appetites over which they have no control. the mind should be made to strive harder after the knowledge of god in order to subdue these carnal desires. for they that are after the flesh do mind the things of the flesh; but they that are after the spirit, the things of the spirit. for to be carnally minded is death; but to be spiritually minded is life and peace. because the carnal mind is enmity against god; for it is not subject to the law of god, neither indeed can be. so then they that are in the flesh cannot please god. as many as are led by the spirit of god, they are the sons of god. romans viii, , , , , . woe unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink, that continue until night, till wine inflame them! woe unto them that are mighty to drink wine, and men of strength to mingle strong drink. isaiah v, , . he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the spirit shall of the spirit reap life everlasting. galatians vi. . all things indeed are pure; but it is evil for that man who eateth with offense. it is good neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine, nor anything whereby thy brother stumbleth, or is offended, or is made weak. romans xiv, , . whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the lord. ii corinthians v, . be not drunk with wine wherein is excess; but be filled with the spirit. ephesians v, . walk in the spirit and ye shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh. galatians v, . denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously and godly in this present world. titus ii, . about midday this fallen image of god came home partially sobered and ferocious as a wild animal. the witch mentally compared man with beast and gave her dog the preference. he had commenced his wicked profanity, when a hand was laid on his arm and reproachful eyes looked into his. wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging; and whoever is deceived thereby is not wise. proverbs xx, . god created man in his own image. genesis i, . know ye not that ye are the temple of god, and that the spirit of god dwelleth in you? if any man defile the temple of god, him shall god destroy; for the temple of god is holy, which temple ye are. i corinthians iii, , . after this he sat quietly for a long time apparently lost in thought; then this truly penitent one arose, stood beside his wife and vowed that in future he would be a better man, and their home should be happy as in the old days before this false friend took possession. tears of happiness were streaming from the little woman's eyes, and our witch withdrew, thanking god in her heart for this power he had given her. chapter iii. on reaching home she found a neighbor waiting outside, who entered with her, in the meantime pouring into the ever sympathetic ears her trouble. she was bewailing over the downfall of her boy who heretofore had been exceptionally dutiful, invariably spending his evening at home, but of late all was changed. he had contracted the card disease with all its adherent vices, which was rapidly developing into a mania. his salary, which was the home support, was being sacrificed on the gambling altar. here was more work. the only son and mainstay of a widowed mother fast going to ruin. yes, something must be done. early the following evening the witch made it her business to pay a visit to the widow about tea time. the son was hurriedly finishing his meal preparatory to starting out for the night, when somehow he changed his mind and stayed at home instead, and our friend, the witch, knew that in future he would have sufficient strength of will to pass by his old haunt and on home to his waiting loving mother with his earnings in his pocket, which meant more home comforts, more books and evening reading, and happiness to both. turn not to the right hand nor to the left; remove thy foot from evil. proverbs, iv. . the witch went home well satisfied with her day's work, and that night thought and planned for the good of humanity. why not venture further into a wider range for action? she might peddle her songbirds from door to door, and in this capacity gain access into houses where she could more readily acquaint herself with those in need of her assistance. chapter iv. the next morning our witch opened her bible and read as she was wont to do before any new undertaking. her eyes rested on these lines: if ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your heavenly father give the holy spirit to them that ask him? luke xi, . she knelt and prayed long and earnestly for an abundance of this holy spirit to guide and help her. she took her birds and started out. i will put my spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes, and ye shall keep my judgments and do them. ezekiel xxxvi, . her first stopping place was at a dwelling that stood back some little distance from the street and was surrounded by flowers. what drew her attention most was the appearance of a little child whose innocent face reminded her that purity still existed. she entered the grounds and rang the bell. a young woman opened the door and kindly invited her in. the witch made some remark about the pretty boy outside, when she saw an expression of pain flit over the lady's face. something wrong here, she thought. yes, the child was hers; she had loved not wisely but too well, her betrayer, a prosperous business man who was as yet unmarried, was allowed to move in the very best of society, but the finger of scorn was pointed at her from all sides. she was the only daughter of parents who thought very fondly of their lovable grandchild, still felt keenly the disgrace that had been brought upon the hitherto spotless family name. does the seventh commandment demand more obedience from one sex than the other? it reads as if it was spoken to both alike. our witch learned the man's name and business address, and departed. chapter v. she was so in sympathy with this family that she felt in a hurry to get to work, and so signalled a passing car to stop, and entered. it was well filled, but two seats remaining unoccupied she seated herself in one of them. presently a little colored girl came in and took the other. a high-bred dame sitting next elevated her aristocratic nose and pulled her skirts aside as if fearing contamination. hear ye, and give ear; be not proud; for the lord hath spoken. jeremiah xiii, . there is a generation, o how lofty are their eyes! proverbs xxx, . behold, i am against thee, o thou most proud, saith the lord god of hosts. jeremiah , . every one that is proud in heart is an abomination to the lord. proverbs xvi, . i will cause the arrogancy of the proud to cease, and will lay low the haughtiness of the terrible. isaiah xiii, . the lofty looks of man shall be humbled, and the haughtiness of men shall be bowed down. isaiah ii, . why draw this color line so tightly? what of this outer covering? have not these people immortal souls which may be white as the whitest; and in many cases, brilliant talents? the witch remembered a circumstance where a king of oratory, holding a high official position, was debarred from sitting at table with a ship's crew on account of this same color, which was only a heavier shading; and is not all creation a matter of shadow and coloring? and hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth. acts xvii, . a shabbily dressed woman came in. the stamp of labor was on her gloveless hands, and she looked weary, indeed. but no attention was paid her whatever. then came two flashily attired females. no less than five gentlemen arose to offer seats. were they more in need of rest than this poor laboring woman? ah, well! perhaps they were more heavily burdened with their follies than she with her cares. for once the witch was too busy with many thoughts to concentrate her mind on any individual in particular, and passed on and out of the car to finish her day's work. chapter vi. she went in to a business establishment and made her way to the office. the proprietor, a busy man of the world, was at his desk. he looked in surprise at the cage of birds; a rather unusual place, certainly, to attempt the sale of a bird, the business house of a man without family. "i have no use for pets myself, and have no one to give them to." no one? then memory stirred; he thought of the one whom he had so cruelly wronged, and of his innocent child in disgrace. why were these new and better impulses taking possession of his mind? he did not know, but the witch did. she saw the result of her work a few days later when his marriage notice was published in the paper. another family put to rights. chapter vii. next, a respectable looking place that might belong to the occupants, for there was not that unkempt appearance about it that is peculiar to rented property. our witch opened the gate and went in. a scowling woman came to the door who looked daggers at the unwelcome peddler, and said she would not have one of those noisy birds in the house. about this time her tired-looking husband came home from work, and judging from the tirade of abuse heaped upon him, it was evident that she certainly would not tolerate any noise about the premises that she could not make herself. it was only a matter of time when this quiet, hard-working man would tire of his home life. husbands with such life partners are not so much to blame if they do prefer the company of other women, the gambling dens and saloons, or any place rather than their homes. it is better to dwell in a corner of the housetop than with a brawling woman in a wide house. proverbs xxi, . how many wives, instead of trying to make home attractive, drive happiness away with their cruel tongues? who have said with our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own who is lord over us? psalms xii, . hold thy tongue. amos vi, . the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity. it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. james iii, , . a soft answer turneth away wrath; but grievous words stir up anger. a wholesome tongue is a tree of life; but perverseness therein is a breach in the spirit. proverbs xv, , . let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: and be ye kind one to another, tender hearted, forgiving one another, as even god for christ's sake hath forgiven you. ephesians iv, , . the witch is yet at her work. she proceeded on her way, thankful that she has made one less shrew in the world. chapter viii. on her way along she observed a boy sitting on the walk near some shrubbery. he seemed very intent on whatever he was doing. she approached nearer and saw a poor butterfly denuded of its wings lying quivering in his hand, and he was looking at it with the most intense satisfaction. "my lad, do you know that-- the eyes of the lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good. proverbs xv, . even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right. proverbs xx, . "understand that it is sinful to torment any living thing." the boy slunk away, realizing for the first time that it was wrong to torture anything so small as a butterfly. the disposition to torture seems to be inherent with many boys and if allowed to grow on them will in time predominate over all good impulses, and prompt them to commit the most terrible crimes. for the land is full of bloody crimes, and the city is full of violence. ezekiel vii, . if they were taught to cultivate will power to subdue these evil impulses what a blessing would be derived! how prone to wickedness is all human nature, and how much we need to pray for help to overcome it! watch and pray. matthew xxvi, . chapter ix. the witch noticed a girl in the regulation uniform of white cap and apron marshalling several children. how oft seen in the want column: "a nurse girl who will wear the cap." why was this headgear exacted as a badge of servitude? why ape the old world customs? say unto the king and to the queen, humble yourselves, sit down; for your principalities shall come down, even the crown of your glory. jeremiah xiii, . thus saith the lord god: remove the diadem and take off the crown; this shall not be the same; exalt him that is low, and abase him that is high. i will overturn, overturn, overturn it; and it shall be no more until he come whose right it is; and i will give it him. ezekiel xxi, , . and the lord alone shall be exalted in that day. isaiah ii, . was not this government founded on the principle of equality? did not the pilgrim fathers estimate one good as another if their righteousness was equal? and the distinction was made only between good and evil doers. a nation that did righteousness, and forsook not the ordinance of their god. isaiah lviii, . and ye were now turned, and had done right in my sight in proclaiming liberty every man to his neighbor; and ye had made a covenant before me in the house which is called by my name: but ye turned and polluted my name, and caused every man his servant, and every man his handmaid, whom he had set at liberty at their pleasure, to return, and brought them into subjection, to be unto you for servants and for handmaids. jeremiah xxxiv, , . then, again, should it not be more essential for these mothers to look more after the morals of the persons who were to be companions for their children and to be less watchful of mrs. grundy's edicts? for the customs of the people are vain. they are altogether brutish and foolish; the stock is a doctrine of vanities. they are vanity, and the work of errors; in the time of their visitation they shall perish. jeremiah x, , , . the witch recalled an instance where a distinguished political leader married a sewing woman, and his bride was ostracized from society when it leaked out that she had labored for a livelihood. had all these aristocrats as clean a record? am afraid one's hands would be somewhat soiled by too close investigation. ye are they which justify yourselves before men; but god knoweth your hearts. luke xvi, . for there is nothing covered that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known. luke xii, . for god shall bring every work into judgment with every secret thing, whether it be good or whether it be evil. ecclesiastes xii, . the just lord is in the midst thereof; he will not do iniquity; every morning doth he bring his judgment to light, he faileth not. zephaniah iii, . chapter x. one day when passing the jail our witch was moved with an impulse to go inside. the warden allowed her to pass in. her heart ached for these poor wretches whose faces from behind the bars looked so hopeless and unhappy, and whose blasphemous language chilled her. she longed for the time when: every one that nameth the name of christ depart from iniquity. ii timothy ii, . who knew but these criminals were as innocent in the light of god's all-searching eye as those who less tried have committed less evil? for all have sinned and come short of the glory of god. romans iii, . if we say that we have no sin we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. john i, . some have better childhood memories of good influences brought to bear on their susceptible innocence, and would not humanity, begot and reared in iniquity, have a natural inclination to evil, and consequently be pardonable for greater crimes than those of a healthier nourishment? and would not those stronger ones with great mental gifts have more to answer for accordingly than those of weaker natures? well, it is beyond any human comprehension to execute perfect justice. then hear thou from heaven, thy dwelling place, and forgive, and render unto every man according unto all his ways, whose heart thou knowest; for thou only knowest the hearts of the children of men. ii chronicles vi, . i, the lord, search the heart, i try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings. jeremiah xvii, . the judgments of the lord are true and righteous altogether. psalms xix, . but why dost thou judge thy brother? or why doth thou set at nought thy brother? for we shall all stand before the judgment seat of christ. let us not therefore judge one another any more; but judge this rather, that no man put a stumbling block or an occasion to fall in his brother's way. romans xiv, , . thou art inexcusable, o man, whosoever thou art, that judgest; for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself. romans ii, . judge not, and ye shall not be judged; condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned; forgive, and ye shall be forgiven. luke vi, . therefore judge nothing before the time until the lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts. i corinthians iv, . but crime will come to an end in that happy time when we will know each other's innermost thoughts. what a grand and awful time will be the day of judgment, when the spirit quickens the dust of centuries! grand for those who have sincerely tried to serve the king! who among us shall dwell with everlasting burnings? he that walketh righteously, and speaketh uprightly; he that despiseth the gain of oppressions, that shaketh his hands from holding of bribes, that stoppeth his ears from hearing of blood, and shutteth his eyes from seeing evil: he shall dwell on high; his place of defence shall be the munitions of rocks; bread shall be sure. isaiah xxxiii, , , . blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart. psalms cxix, . they that feared the lord spake often one to another; and the lord hearkened and heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before him for them that feared the lord, and that thought upon his name. and they shall be mine, saith the lord of hosts, in that day when i make up my jewels; and i will spare them as a man spareth his own son that serveth him. malachi iii, , . awful for the hypocrites when god's magnetic eyes burn into their souls. in this way the world of sin will be dissolved, but space, in which we move and have our being, will never be destroyed. one generation passeth away and another generation cometh; but the earth abideth forever. ecclesiastes i, . for this hath the lord said: the whole land shall be desolate, yet will i not make a full end. jeremiah iv, . lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look upon the earth beneath; for the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth shall wax old like a garment, and they that dwell therein shall die in like manner; but my salvation shall be forever, and my righteousness shall not be abolished. isaiah li, . who may abide the day of his coming? and who shall stand when he appeareth? for he is like a refiner's fire. malachi iii, . every man's work shall be made manifest; for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of what sort it is. i corinthians iii, . for our god is a consuming fire. hebrews xii, . the earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved; i bear up the pillars of it. psalms lxxv, . all the earth shall be devoured with the fire of my jealousy. zephaniah iii, . their flesh shall consume away while they stand upon their feet, and their eyes shall consume away in their holes, and their tongue shall consume away in their mouth. zechariah xiv, . as wax melteth before the fire; so let the wicked perish at the presence of god. psalms lxviii, . therefore the inhabitants of the earth are burned and few men left. isaiah xxiv, . all the hosts of heaven shall be dissolved, and the heavens shall be rolled together as a scroll. isaiah xxxiv, . woe unto you, scribes and pharisees, hypocrites! for ye devour widow's houses, and for a pretense make long prayers. therefore ye shall receive the greater damnation. matthew xxiii, . for the congregation of hypocrites shall be desolate, and fire shall consume the tabernacles of bribery. job xv, . i will bring you into the wilderness of the people, and there will i plead with you face to face. and there shall ye remember your ways, and all your doings, wherein ye have been defiled; and ye shall loathe yourselves in your own sight for all your evils that ye have committed. ezekiel xx, , . chapter xi. the witch was not a regular attendant at any house of worship of any set creed, but preferred ones of lesser grandeur, feeling that she met with more sincerity within. but one sabbath morning her steps led to one of the largest and most fashionable churches in the city. the ushers were busy seating the well-dressed throng. she slipped along and took a seat by the side of a sumptuously dressed lady who shifted and spread her drapery a little more as a hint to the intruder that her presence was undesirable. many haughty glances of derision were shot at the poorly clad stranger who had presumed to come in their midst. she looked about her on the throng. all is vanity. ecclesiastes i, . richly attired matrons, conscious only of their extreme style; fair young girls, not a whit less extravagantly garbed than their elders, with cramped waists and all the accoutrements belonging to devotees of fashion. a pity that such fair flowers like the rose could not remain longer in bud, for both fall into decay all too quickly after maturity. but dame fashion seems in a hurry and holds to artificial development. make not my father's house a house of merchandise. john ii, . what more was this great display of finery than one way of advertising goods? bring no more vain oblations; incense is an abomination unto me; the new moons and sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, i cannot away with; it is iniquity, even the solemn meeting. wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil. learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow. come now, and let us reason together, saith the lord: though your sins be as scarlet they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. if ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land. but if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured. isaiah i, , , , , , . their land also is full of idols; they worship the works of their own hands that which their own fingers have made. isaiah ii, . the daughters of zion are haughty, and walk with stretched forth necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet. in that day the lord will take away the bravery of their tinkling ornaments about their feet, and their cauls, and their round tires like the moon. the chains, and the bracelets, and the mufflers. the bonnets, the headbands, and the earrings. the rings. the changeable suits of apparel, and the mantels, and the wimples, and the crisping pins. the glasses, and the fine linen, and the hoods, and the veils. isaiah iii, , , , , , , . that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broidered hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array; but (which becometh women professing godliness) with good works. i timothy ii, , . the eloquent and eminent divine preached a flowery discourse with no reproof pointing to the vanity and frivolity of the hour. they are shepherds that cannot understand; they all look to their own way, every one for his gain, from his quarter. isaiah lvi, . many pastors have destroyed my vineyard; they have trodden my portion under foot. jeremiah xii, . the pastors are become brutish, and have not sought the lord. jeremiah x, . woe unto you, ye blind guides. matthew xxiii, . whose mouths must be stopped, who subvert whole houses, teaching things which they ought not, for filthy lucre's sake. titus i, . ye are departed out of the way; ye have caused many to stumble at the law. malachi ii, . preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, extort with all long suffering and doctrine. for the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers having itching ears; and they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned into fables. but watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry. ii timothy iv, , , , . the great organ reverberated through the building. the choir sang of god's love to all creatures alike. two women sat side by side, and the one of loftier mien bowed her head, and for the first time in her life felt the love of god in her heart; and the witch went out from church happy, knowing that through her influence one soul was redeemed this sabbath morning. chapter xii. marching along the road came the salvation army. a crowd of juveniles bent on hilarity followed in line, mimicking and ridiculing them. the crowd on the sidewalk jeered, and a high dignitary in church affairs joined his voice with the rest, remarking that this rabble never ought to be allowed to parade the streets sunday. who knows how many degraded lives have been elevated by this much ridiculed religious body who do good work in the slums where religion is most needful, and in so doing follow more closely in the footsteps of the christ than those who spend their energy in striving among themselves for precedence in the public schools and everywhere? why all this contention? should not real christian worshippers work in harmony? have we not all one father? hath not one god created us? malachi ii, . and there was also a strife among them which of them should be accounted the greatest. but ye shall not be so; but he that is greatest among you, let him be as the younger; and he that is chief, as he that doth serve. luke xxii, , . do all things without murmurings and disputings. philippians ii, . shun profane and vain babblings. ii timothy ii, . be at peace among yourselves. i thessalonians v, . seek peace and pursue it. psalms xxxiv, . let nothing be done through strife or vain glory. philippians ii, . now the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned. from which some having swerved have turned aside into vain jangling. i timothy i, , . examine yourselves whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves. be of one mind, live in peace. ii corinthians xiii, , . avoid foolish questions, and genealogies, and contentions, and strivings about the law; for they are unprofitable and vain. titus iii, . for where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. james iii, . now i beseech you brethren by the name of the lord jesus christ, that ye all speak the same thing, and that there be no division among you; but that ye be perfectly joined together in the same mind and in the same judgment. i corinthians i, . i will therefore that men pray everywhere, lifting up holy hands, without wrath and doubting. i timothy ii, . behold, ye fast for strife and debate. is not this the fast that i have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye brake every yoke? is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh? then shall thy light break forth as the morning; and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the lord shall be thy reward. then shalt thou call, and the lord shall answer; thou shalt cry, and he shall say: here i am. if thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity; and if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall thy light rise in obscurity, and thy darkness be as noonday; and the lord shall guide thee continually. isaiah lviii, , , , , , , . let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: fear god and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. ecclesiastes xii, . he hath showed thee, o man, what is good; and what doth the lord require of thee but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy god? micah vi, . chapter xiii. the witch resumed work monday morning. there was more stir in the streets than usual. on every corner were groups of excited men. nothing but whisky and election would cause so much commotion. the carriages of the different candidates were out scouring the town for voters. some of these aspirants for office had almost impoverished themselves by daily treating the crowd of loafers who are always ready to trade their votes for whisky. they go about electioneering for themselves. bosh! if a man has the elements of greatness he will find his place without all this self-praise. for men to search their own glory is not glory. proverbs xxv, . for if a man think himself to be something, when he is nothing, he deceiveth himself. galatians vi, . election day and no mistaking it; the saloons are supposed to be closed, but there is a back door to some of them. it is not for kings to drink wine; nor for princes strong drink: lest they drink and forget the law and pervert the judgment of any of the afflicted. proverbs xxxi, , . is it any wonder that the women of our land clamor for a voice in the affairs of state and nation? but a woman's place is not at the polls. she can do more good at home in training the minds of her sons, the future voters, and in making her husband's home-coming pleasant, that he may prefer it to haunts of vice. and it is to be hoped that man through debauchery will not become altogether inefficient and make it necessary for woman to take the lead. but i suffer not a woman to teach nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. i timothy ii, . chapter xiv. in the evening at that most entrancing hour between daylight and dark, when all creation seems in a dreamy mood, the witch found herself at the entrance of a gilded palace of sin. a number of the inmates were flitting about the flower-laden, well-kept grounds. she approached one of exquisite beauty of person whose face was not yet passion-scarred. she was dressed in some soft, flowing, white material which gave her more of a seraphic appearance than one of sensualism. the witch asked what brought her to this stage of immorality. the woman's reply was that she had been reared in wealth, but her father through some unlucky speculation lost everything. she had never learned to work, but had been taught that any labor was most degrading, and she had not qualified herself to teach any branch of learning, never having made allowance for the swift wings of vanishing wealth. when thrown on her own resources she was at a loss to know what to do, when a wealthy gentleman friend came to her assistance at the sacrifice of her honor. he soon tired of her, however; her father had died broken-hearted, and her mother was staying with a distant relative who had kindly offered her a home. the witch persuaded her to leave this life of disgrace, to learn honest work and brighten her mother's remaining years. study to show thyself approved unto god, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed. ii timothy ii, . she said that it would be hard for her to face the world with this stigma of shame on her character; that all those bearing any claim to respectability would scorn her. the witch told her that god was judge and not the people, and their lives were not altogether blameless. god is the judge. psalms lxxv, . he that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her. john viii, . the woman was undecided, but the better mind prevailed and she accompanied the witch home, and the next day found respectable employment. and still the good work goes on. reader, i am only narrating a small portion of this woman's work which she found as the days went by to be illimitable. _vice versa._ if one possessing this mysterious power was inclined to evil rather than good, what a great amount of wickedness might be accomplished through it. god only knows how much of the good and evil that has been done in the world may be attributed to this hidden force. was the famed enchantress of the nile gifted with this secret to a very great extent, and many other characters of history celebrated in their day for the influence they exercised? chapter xv. the witch heard of a murder trial that was going on in court and arousing intense interest, owing to the high social standing of all the parties concerned. she acted on impulse to a certain extent and, leaving her birds at home, started at once for the court-house. on her way there she turned her attention to a case of street pugilism. a crowd of boys, ranging in age from seven to twenty, had congregated. two small urchins were fighting; their faces were scratched and bleeding, and the crowd was urging them on to do each other more injury. these young ruffians made a study of wickedness which is more than mischief, and this element is on an increase the world over. yea also the heart of the sons of men is full of evil. ecclesiastes ix, . no wonder when they have for examples men in high places who take such interest in prize fighting. it would be more in keeping with their positions if their minds could aspire to something more elevating. they are ready enough to censure the spaniards for their bull fights, but are themselves not far in advance when they will encourage this barbarous sport which seems to be gaining popularity. the wicked walk on every side when the vilest men are exalted. psalms xii, . for the leaders of this people cause them to err; and they that are led of them are destroyed. isaiah ix, . these are the men that devise mischief and give wicked counsel in this city. ezekiel xi, . if they would exercise the spiritual nature more and the animal less they could take no pleasure in such brutish doing. for the flesh lusteth against the spirit, and the spirit against the flesh; and these are contrary the one to the other. galatians v, . even the press takes a hand in it, and devotes whole columns of the papers to explaining in minutest detail the movements of the combatants. our witch was wrapped in thought, but did not forget her work, and in a few moments after she appeared among them the shamefaced crowd dispersed. chapter xvi. when the chief witness against the accused was called to give his testimony there was one among the throng of spectators whose eyes never left his face. he started in a resolute manner, then wavered a little, and finally broke down in the midst of it and confessed his own guilt. he was the murderer. thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor. exodus xx, . confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another. james v, . he that covereth his sins shall not prosper; but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy. proverbs xxviii, . if we confess our sins he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. john i, . there was a hush like the hush of death in the courtroom while he was speaking. when the crowd passed out, a plainly garbed figure went out also unobserved. the witch had done her work for the day. chapter xvii. she looked on the cars gliding over the electric road. what of this occult power? and what of her own? eventually would electricity impel the entire universe? had this always existed and was yet to be brought out by masterful minds? was this the connecting link between god and man? then it was wisely said in ages past: how long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? proverbs i, . the lord possessed me in the beginning of his way before his works of old. when he prepared the heavens i was there; when he set a compass upon the face of the depth. proverbs vii, , . he ruleth by his power forever. psalms lxvi, . in the lord jehovah is everlasting strength. isaiah xxvi, . take hold of my strength. isaiah xxvii, . have ye not known? have ye not heard? hath it not been told you from the beginning? have ye not understood from the foundation of the earth? isaiah xl, , . for my people is foolish; they have not known me; they are sottish children, and they have none understanding; they are wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge. jeremiah iv, . understand, ye brutish among the people, and ye fools, when will ye be wise? psalms xciv, . o ye simple, understand wisdom; and ye fools, be ye of an understanding heart. proverbs viii, . yea, if thou criest after knowledge, and liftest up thy voice for understanding; if thou seekest her as silver, and searchest for her as for hid treasures; then shalt thou understand the fear of the lord, and find the knowledge of god. proverbs ii, , , . he hath made the earth by his power, he hath established the world by his wisdom, and hath stretched out the heavens by his discretion. when he uttereth his voice, there is a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapors to ascend from the ends of the earth; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures. jeremiah x, , . the heavens declare the glory of god; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. there is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard. their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. in them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. his going forth is from the ends of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it, and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof. psalms xix, , , , , , . the voice of the lord is upon the waters; the god of glory thundereth, the lord is upon many waters. the voice of the lord is powerful. psalms xxix, , . the thunder of his power who can understand? job xxvi, . with thee is the fountain of life; in thy light shall we see light. psalms xxxvi, . the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the lord, as the waters cover the sea. habakkuk ii, . who is wise, and will observe these things, even they shall understand. psalms cvii, . at the resurrection, when the lamb of god will rule the world as the center of gravitation like the sun, who among us can study mischief in secret when mind meets mind in one common thoroughfare of thought which cannot be divided by land or sea? as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west; so shall also the coming of the son of man be. matthew xxiv, . and the city hath no creed of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it; for the glory of god did lighten it, and the lamb is the light thereof. revelation xxi, . the sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee; but the lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy god thy glory. thy sun shall no more go down; neither shall thy moon withdraw itself; for the lord shall be thine everlasting light. isaiah lx, , . there shall be a resurrection of the dead, both of the just and unjust. acts xxiv, . as the father raiseth up the dead and quickeneth them, even so the son quickeneth whom he will. john v, . ye shall know that i am the lord, when i have opened your graves, o my people, and brought you up out of your graves. and shall put my spirit in you, and ye shall live. ezekiel xxxvii, , . the dead men shall live together; with my dead body shall they arise. awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust; for thy dew is as the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast out the dead. isaiah xxvi, . chapter xviii. one morning when near a handsome residence the witch stopped at the sound of a musical instrument. the music ceased and a lady of forty or thereabout answered her ring. she was surrounded with every luxury, but our witch soon learned that here, too, was trouble. yes, another mismated couple. the lady said that her husband and herself had never lived very happily together after the first few months of married life; and recently another woman had come between them, and her husband, desirous of a separation, was about to commence proceedings for a divorce from her. as for herself it mattered little, but for the sake of her children she had rather it would not be. presently the husband came. he was a fine-looking man of pleasing address and unless appearance was deceiving he would do very well if started on the right track. here was more work for the ever busy brain. lo, this only have i found, that god hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions. ecclesiastes vii, . yet i had planted thee a noble vine, wholly a right seed; how then art thou turned into the degenerate plant of a strange vine unto me? jeremiah ii, . he sat down facing the witch, and after a little time was conscious of a new train of thoughts. his better spirit moved. would it not be as well to live the remainder of his life with the mother of his children whom he dearly loved? what therefore god hath joined together let not man put asunder. matthew xix, . contract marriage is most suitable for the present age. that leaves the contracting parties on a grade with the cattle and admits of their changing companions whenever and as often as they like without breaking god's holy vows. and this have ye done again, covering the altar of the lord with tears, with weeping, and with crying out, insomuch that he regardeth not the offering any more, or receive it with good will at your hand. because the lord hath been witness between thee and the wife of thy youth, against whom thou hast dealt treacherously; yet is she thy companion and the wife of thy covenant. and did not he make one? yet had he the residue of the spirit. therefore take heed to your spirit, and let none deal treacherously against the wife of his youth. for the lord, the god of israel, saith that he hateth putting away. malachi ii, , , , . if a man put away his wife and she go from him, and become another man's, shall not that land be greatly polluted? jeremiah iii, . when a marriage is solemnized by the word of god, then no law on earth is justifiable for breaking it; and when a couple truly love each other what but death can separate them? for misfortune of any kind only binds the tie of sympathy more closely. if this tie was not so easily broken more persons would consider whom they were marrying and what they were marrying for, and if less deception was practiced beforehand, there would be fewer marriages which prove such dismal failures. the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know it? jeremiah xvii, . we will be done with all this in the resurrection. in the resurrection they neither marry, nor are given in marriage, but are as the angels of god in heaven. matthew xxii, . when the witch left this pair she was happy in the thought that they would live together on better terms, and be like a re-united family. chapter xix. later in the day our witch was in another part of the city; while walking through an alley, she saw a chinaman carrying a large basket full of clean clothes that he was returning to the owners. the witch also noticed several half-grown boys and heard one of them remark: "say we take a shot at that heathen." so with one accord they commenced pelting him with everything available. their victim tried to defend himself to the best of his ability, but the half dozen boys pounced on him, and in the fracas the clothes were upset into the street. it was hard to tell how far they would carry their vicious work, which they considered a capital joke, when some one appeared among them who was also at work. very soon they all left off, not knowing why. the witch stood near while he gathered up the clothes, which necessarily must be washed over again. then she tried to solve in her mind this chinese problem: these mongolians are in a measure obnoxious, but as a rule are peaceable and industrious, which is more than can be said of many other people. they have few opportunities for making a living in their own over-populous country, but perhaps when they have become more thoroughly christianized, the race will be less prolific, which would be beneficial to their own nation and others. say among the heathen that the lord reigneth. psalms xcvi, . for the more a man leans to divinity the less he cleaves to his animal nature; and what is true of the chinese applies to other densely populated countries. for they that are after the flesh do mind the things of the flesh; but they that are after the spirit, the things of the spirit. romans viii, . let not sin therefore reign in your mortal body, that ye should obey it in the lusts thereof. romans vi, . for all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the father, but is of the world. and the world passeth away, and the lust thereof; but he that doeth the will of god abideth forever. john ii, , . her mind reverted to an incident which she witnessed in a cemetery. it was the sabbath and she was walking about in there as she often did on this day, for what more forcible sermon can be delivered than a thinking mind can feel while moving about among the dead? after a time she was conscious of a disturbance of some kind going on at one corner of the enclosure. a promiscuous crowd had gathered and ere long there came a chinese funeral train and stopped at the open grave. then the crowd mocked them, and by this time it was evident that they had gathered there to have sport at the expense of the mourners. the children were cutting up all manner of antics, and the parents stood by highly amused at the proceedings. it was almost impossible to conduct the burial rites on account of the confusion made by the mob. to be sure it was a peculiar ceremony, but some respect ought to have been due the feelings of these sorrowing ones at such a time. these children were wholly undisciplined in the matter of right and wrong; their behavior was like so many young savages. what were their parents teaching them? to selfishly enjoy the discomfort of others, and this was all, never trying to encourage the finer and better feelings in their natures. our witch did not wait till the ceremony was over. thoroughly disgusted with human nature, she left the cemetery. chapter xx. she thought still less of it that night when awakened from sleep by a gang of boisterous picnickers who, full of liquor, were returning home from a day of revelry. women's and men's voices mingled together in singing vile songs. how wholly depraved are some natures, and how necessary that these lewd minds should be purified by a closer communion with more spiritual intellects! when there are seven days in a week and our king only exacts from us the sabbath it does seem as if he is entitled to that, but where people are confined to employment every day in the week but one, it is hardly probable that the kind father would object to their having an outing on their one day of liberty out of a week of unremitting toil, if they would conduct themselves properly. not in rioting and drunkenness; not in chambering and wantonness. but put ye on the lord jesus christ, and make not provision for the flesh to fulfill the lusts thereof. romans xiii, , . my sabbaths they greatly polluted. i am the lord your god; walk in my statutes, and hallow my sabbaths. ezekiel xx, . thus saith the lord, keep ye judgment, and do justice. blessed is the man that doeth this, and the son of man that layeth hold on it; that keepeth the sabbath from polluting it, and keepeth his hand from doing any evil. isaiah lvi, , . if thou turn away thy foot from the sabbath, from doing thy pleasure on my holy day; and call the sabbath a delight, the holy of the lord, honorable; and shalt honour him, not doing thine own ways, nor finding thine own pleasure, nor speaking thine own words: then shalt thou delight thyself in the lord; and i will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and feed thee with the heritage of jacob thy father; for the mouth of the lord hath spoken it. isaiah lviii, , . but ere long a few cannot monopolize all the comforts, nor the masses be obliged to struggle hard every hour for the bare necessities of life, for who can defraud his neighbor when all minds will be a unit? and if honesty was practiced to the letter, the good things of life would not be so unequally divided. the profit of the earth is for all. ecclesiastes v, . yet ye say, the way of the lord is not equal. is not my way equal? are not your ways unequal? ezekiel xviii, . for every one from the least even unto the greatest is given to covetousness, from the prophet even unto the priest, every one dealeth falsely. jeremiah viii, . their tongue is an arrow shot out; it speaketh deceit; one speaketh peaceably to his neighbor with his mouth, but in heart he layeth wait. jeremiah ix, . as a cage is full of birds, so are their houses full of deceit; therefore they are become great, and waxen rich. jeremiah v, . behold these are the ungodly who prosper in the world; they increase in riches. psalms lxxiii, . thus saith the lord, execute ye judgment and righteousness, and deliver the spoiled out of the hand of the oppressor; and do no wrong, do no violence to the stranger, the fatherless, nor the widow. jeremiah xxii, . be renewed in the spirit of your mind; putting away lying, speak every man truth with his neighbor; for we are members one of another. ephesians iv, , . that they all may be one; as thou, father, art in me, and i in thee, that they also may be one in us. john xvii, . behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! psalms cxxxiii, . chapter xxi. ever on the alert to do good the witch stopped at a rickety tenement, with nothing to recommend it but a climbing rose-bush, set out by some flower-loving tenant a number of years before, and which twined its long branches in full bloom over one end of the dilapidated structure; it was an illustration of extremes meeting, this perfectly beautiful rose-bush and the unsightly old porch. the landlady did not care to buy a bird, and none of the occupants of her rooms were at home during the day, except one, who poor boy, was always in, and a visitor would be sure to cheer him up a bit, though it would be useless to try and sell a bird there. she led the way up a flight of stairs to the room where a little cripple was amusing himself with a few marbles that he was rolling about on the table by which he was sitting. he was delighted with the birds, but knew that his sister could not afford to buy him one. he said she was employed up town in a store, naming the business block of a well-known and very wealthy merchant, and he could not go out and play like other boys, and the days seemed very long sometimes. yes, thought our witch, a day must be a long time to this poor weakling with little to amuse him. she gave him his choice of the birds, and after promising to bring it back in the evening with a new cage which she would buy for him, the witch took her leave. chapter xxii. a little way down the street in advance of her was a heavy wagon drawn by one patient horse that looked as though it might have seen better days, but now one could numerate every rib in its worn frame. the driver was beating the poor animal unmercifully. it doubtless had a history, and if allowed speech would tell of a gradual decline, of careful nourishment and little to do in its prime, but when strength and beauty began to wane, of a harder life, and now in old age when attention was most needful, must fall in line with the great majority of overworked, under-fed beasts of burden, and some day when no longer able to hold up the harness, would be taken out and shot. our witch could hear in her mind's ear the rebuke of old: what have i done unto thee, that thou has smitten me these three times? numbers xxii, . she watched the man intently for a few seconds, and then his arm dropped to his side. why this sudden sympathy so foreign to his hardened nature? the all-seeing eye must often look down in tenderest pity on this ill-treated animal creation, which is more deserving of his regard than these inhuman beings, who by their cruelty place themselves far below a level with the lower animals. the lord is good to all; and his tender mercies are over all his works. psalms cxlv, . be ye therefore merciful, as your father is also merciful. luke vi, . the merciful man doeth good to his own soul: but he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh. proverbs xi, . surely the society for the prevention of cruelty to animals is one of the noblest organizations of modern times, and for good work stands second to no religious denomination that has ever existed, or ever will exist. chapter xxiii. her next stopping place was not in a rookery part of the city, but was where wealth abounds. it was just before the noon hour when she entered the palatial home of a many times millionaire and was ushered into the library where he was busy with some papers. "would you care to buy a bird, sir?" "i have no time to talk with you this morning, madam." he looked at her uneasily, and mentally resolved to administer a reproof to the servant for allowing these tramping peddlers to enter the house. the magnetic power was again brought into requisition. the witch might have used this influence for her own financial advantage, but was too conscientious for that, and furthermore money was not her aim in life. gradually there came stealing into this rich man's brain new thoughts; was he doing right with his boundless wealth? he could not understand why he was just waking up to the fact that he had not. how many needy ones had he passed by? withhold not good to them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of thine hand to do it. proverbs iii, . to endow some charitable institution at his death, as a monument to his own memory, would hardly atone for neglected duty. would god hold him responsible for this neglect and bar him from the kingdom? thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting. daniel v, . woe unto him that buildeth his house by unrighteousness, and his chambers by wrong; that useth his neighbor's service without wages, and giveth him not for his work. thine eyes and thine heart are not but for thy covetousness. jeremiah xxii, , . your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten. your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. ye have heaped treasures together for the last days. behold the hire of the laborers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which reaped are entered into the ears of the lord of sabaoth. james v, , , . who so stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, he shall cry himself, but shall not be heard. proverbs xxi, . let not the rich man glory in his riches. jeremiah ix, . neither their silver nor their gold shall be able to deliver them in the day of the lord's wrath. zephaniah i, . charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not high-minded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living god, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy. that they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute. i timothy vi, , . he that oppresseth the poor reproacheth his maker: but he that honoreth him hath mercy on the poor. proverbs xiv, . as a partridge sitteth on eggs, and hatcheth them not; so he that getteth riches, and not by right, shall leave them in the midst of his days, and at his end shall be a fool. jeremiah xvii, . chapter xxiv. faithful to her promise, the witch purchased a cage, and early in the evening returned to the cripple's abode and was joyfully greeted. "o, but you are a good lady to think of me, only a cripple boy!" she felt that it was indeed more blessed to give than to receive (acts xx, ) when one could do god a service at the same time. as ye have done it unto the least of these ye have done it unto me. matthew xxv, . he that hath pity upon the poor lendeth to the lord. proverbs xix, . in a short time the sister came. his face brightened up with pleasure when he told her of the present he had received; now he would have a companion all through the long days. she was also in a happy mood. the head of the firm where she worked had raised the salary of all his employes, and she was very thankful for her good luck because of her brother who needed more books and toys, for the poor child had to amuse himself the best he could during the day. the witch returned home. she saw the progress of her work many times after in this millionaire's acts of benevolence which were so liberal as to excite press comment. blessed is he that considereth the poor; the lord will deliver him in time of trouble. psalms xli, . chapter xxv. our witch read of the doings in the old world and was sorry that distance and sea prevented this influence from being brought to bear upon some of the crowned heads, who, born to almost absolute power, showed no mercy to a religious sect, who according to holy writ are the chosen people of god. but one alone cannot revolutionize the earth, unless that one be omnipotent. some day this persecution must come to an end. for the lord will have mercy on jacob, and will yet choose israel, and set them in their own land, and the stranger shall be joined with them. isaiah xiv, . prepare to meet thy god, o israel. amos iv, . the great day of the lord is near, it is near, and hasteth greatly. zephaniah i, . let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day of the lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand. joel, ii, . but of that day and hour no man, no not the angels of heaven, but my father only. watch, therefore, for ye know not what hour your lord doth come. matthew xxiv, , . obey, i beseech thee, the voice of the lord, which i speak unto thee, so it shall be well unto thee, and thy soul shall live. jeremiah xxxviii, . return ye now every one from his evil way and make your ways and your doings good. jeremiah xviii, . and to wait for his son from heaven whom he raised from the dead, even jesus, which delivered us from the wrath to come. thessalonians i, . neither is there salvation in any other; for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved. acts iv, . there is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in christ jesus who walk not after the flesh, but after the spirit. romans viii, . draw nigh to god and he will draw nigh to you; cleanse your hands, ye sinners, and purify your hearts, ye double minded. james iv, . behold, i stand at the door and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, i will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me. revelation iii, . i will heal their backsliding, i will love them freely. hosea xiv, . repent ye, therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the lord; and he shall send jesus christ, which before was preached unto you. acts iii, , . if ye thoroughly amend your ways and your doings; if ye thoroughly execute judgment between a man and his neighbor; if ye oppress not the stranger, the fatherless, and the widow, and shed not innocent blood in this place, neither walk after other gods to your hurt; then will i cause you to dwell in this place, in the land i gave to your fathers, for ever and ever. obey my voice and i will be your god, and ye shall be my people. jeremiah vii, , , , . therefore, turn thou to thy god; keep mercy and judgment, and wait on thy god continually. hosea xii, . depart from evil and do good, and dwell for evermore. psalms xxxvii, . the redeemed of the lord shall return, and come singing unto zion; and everlasting joy shall be upon their head; they shall obtain gladness and joy; and sorrow and mourning shall flee away. isaiah li, . and it shall come to pass that he that is left in zion, and he that remaineth in jerusalem shall be called holy, even every one that is written among the living in jerusalem. when the lord shall have washed away the filth of the daughters of zion, and shall have purged the blood of jerusalem from the midst thereof by the spirit of judgment, and by the spirit of burning. isaiah iv, , . behold, i come quickly. and the spirit and the bride say, come; and let him that heareth say, come; and let him that is athirst come; and whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely. revelation xxii, , . chapter xxvi. the witch did not go about her work the next day, nor the next, for somehow she contracted a severe cold which completely prostrated her, and then pneumonia clutched her throat. one morning, when the first golden rays of the sun glanced over the sleeping city, they rested in benediction on her death bed. a neighbor, whom in time past she had befriended, was at her side. she knew that the end was near. will this influence stop here? or will it go on and on through all the ages to come? blessed are the dead which die in the lord from henceforth: yea, saith the spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them. revelation xiv, . ingersollia by robert g. ingersoll gems of thought from the lectures, speeches, and conversations of col robert g. ingersoll, representative of his opinions and beliefs edited by elmo . ingersollia introduction colonel robert g. ingersoll occupies a unique position. he is to a large extent the product of his own generation. a man of the times, for the times. he has had no predecessor, he will have no successor. such a man was impossible a hundred years ago; the probabilities are that a century hence no such man will be needed. his work needs only to be done once. one such "voice crying in the wilderness" is enough to stir the sluggish streams of thought, and set the reeds of the river trembling. it was said of edward irving, when he went to preach in that great wilderness of london, that he was "not a reed to be shaken by the wind, but a wind to shake the reeds." it would not be flattery in any sense if similar words were spoken concerning the man who has uttered the words of this book. daring to stand alone, and speak all the thought that is in him, without the miserable affectation of singularity, colonel ingersoll has reached a point from which he wields an influence both deep and wide over thoughtful minds. for the last few years he has been sowing strange seeds, with unsparing hand, in many fields; and probably no one is more surprised than he is himself to find how thoroughly the ground was prepared for such a seed-sowing. time is much too precious to discuss the mere methods of the sowing. no doubt many who have listened to this later gamaliel, have been startled and shocked by his bold, and sometimes terrific utterances; but after the shock--when the nerves have regained their equilibrium--has come serious, calm-questioning thought. and whoever sets men to asking earnest questions, whoever provokes men to sincere enquiry, whoever helps men to think freely, does the man and the state and the age good service. this good service colonel ingersoll has rendered. he has sent the preachers back to a more careful and diligent study of the bible; he has spoken after such a fashion that students in many departments of learning have been compelled to reconsider the foundations on which their theories rest. above all, he has awakened thousands of thoughtless people to the luxury of thinking, and he has inspired many a timid thinker to break all bonds and think freely and fearlessly for himself. in referring some time ago to the subject matter of colonel ingersoll's teachings, prof. david swing, of chicago, laid special emphasis on the point, that the man speaking and the thing spoken were entirely separable, and that no wise criticism of these words could proceed, unless this fact was kept in view. this word of caution is as timely as it is wise. we are too much prone to judge the music by the amount of gilding on the organ-pipes; we are too apt to forget that gold is gold, whether in the leathern pouch of a beggar or the silken purse of a king. the doubts expressed, the truths uttered, the questions proposed by the so-called infidel, demand of us that for their own sakes we give them generous, patient audience. the point of supreme importance is, not whether mr. ingersoll is an authority on the grave questions with which he is pleased to deal, but are these teachings truth? "there's the rub." if we are wise we shall judge the teachings rather than the teacher. affrighted orthodox christians are perpetually warning their young friends against mr. ingersoll. he is portrayed as a very terrible personage, going up and down to work sad havoc amongst the unsuspecting youth of the time. orthodoxy would prove itself wiser, it would be bolder, and it would give some slight guarantee for honesty, if it left the man alone, and addressed itself seriously to the grave questions at issue. colonel ingersoll shares with huxley, darwin and herbert spencer the high distinction of being criticized most vehemently by those who have never heard his voice, and have never carefully read a page of his published works; and as is always the case in such circumstances, the most absurd and exaggerated statements of what mr. ingersoll _never_ said have become current, and the speaker has been transformed into a very gorgon of horror! but this is nothing new, this is one of the many tolls that every man must be willing to pay who marches on the grand highway of freedom. the pages of this book deserve a careful study, and if it be true that "out of the fullness of the heart the mouth speaketh," we may judge from what sort of a heart-fountain these streams have flowed. one purpose steadily kept in view in the editing of these pages has been to present in compact and reasonable space, a thoroughly representative consensus of the opinions and beliefs of mr. ingersoll. ha has been known chiefly by his severe attacks on theological orthodoxy; but there are a thousand other questions on which he has spoken wise and impressive words. there are few things in heaven and earth that his "philosophy" has not embraced, the quiet life of the farm; the romance and sanctity of home; the charm of childhood; the profound secrets of philosophy; the horrors of slavery; the dreadful scourge of war; the patriotism and valor of the soldiers of the republic; the high calling of statesmanship, churches and priests; infidels and christians; gods and devils; orthodox and hetrodox; heaven and hell;--these, and a thousand other questions have been discussed with wit, and wisdom and matchless eloquence. this volume might have been increased to twice or thrice its present size, and then there would have been material to spare. but in these busy days economy of time is of great importance. this is a book for busy men in a very busy generation. it is matter of some little surprise that mr. ingersoll should have yielded--without protest--to the conventional use of the term "infidel." the general sense in which the word is used is a gross misrepresentation of its accurate meaning. "infidel," is the last word that ought to be applied to any man who is loyal to his mind; whether that mind summer in the light of steadfast belief, or wander through the mazy fields of doubt. "what is infidelity?" there is no man more able, none more suitable than col. robert ingersoll to rise and explain. mr. ingersoll has been called the apostle of unbelief. but the title is a misnomer. his mouth is full to the lips of positive statements of strong conviction. his creed has a thousand articles. he is above all things the apostle of freedom. freedom for nations, for communities, for men. freedom everywhere! freedom always! the zeal with which he blows the trumpet of liberty, the enthusiasm with which he waves the banner of freedom, reminds one of tennyson's fine words:-- of old stood freedom on the heights, the thunders breaking at her feet, above her shook the starry lights; she heard the torrents meet. then stepped she down thro' town and field to mingle with the human race, and part by part to men revealed the fullness of her face-- her open eyes desire the truth, the wisdom of a thousand years is in them. may perpetual youth keep dry their light from tears; that her fair form may stand and shine: make bright our days and light our dreams, tuning to scorn with lips divine the falsehood of extremes! the romance of farm life . ingersoll as a farmer when i was a farmer they used to haul wheat two hundred miles in wagons and sell it for thirty-five cents a bushel. they would bring home about three hundred feet of lumber, two bunches of shingles, a barrel of salt, and a cook-stove that never would draw and never did bake. in those blessed days the people lived on corn and bacon. cooking was an unknown art. eating was a necessity, not a pleasure. it was hard work for the cook to keep on good terms even with hunger. we had poor houses. the rain held the roofs in perfect contempt, and the snow drifted joyfully on the floors and beds. they had no barns. the horses were kept in rail pens surrounded with straw. long before spring the sides would be eaten away and nothing but roofs would be left. food is fuel. when the cattle were exposed to all the blasts of winter, it took all the corn and oats that could be stuffed into them to prevent actual starvation. in those times farmers thought the best place for the pig-pen was immediately in front of the house. there is nothing like sociability. women were supposed to know the art of making fires without fuel. the wood-pile consisted, as a general thing, of one log, upon which an axe or two had been worn out in vain. there was nothing to kindle a fire with. pickets were pulled from the garden fence, clap-boards taken from the house, and every stray plank was seized upon for kindling. everything was done in the hardest way. everything about the farm was disagreeable. . the happy life of the farm there is a quiet about the life of a farmer, and the hope of a serene old age, that no other business or profession can promise. a professional man is doomed some time to find that his powers are wanting. he is doomed to see younger and stronger men pass him in the race of life. he looks forward to an old age of intellectual mediocrity. he will be last where once he was the first. but the farmer goes as it were into partnership, with nature--he lives with trees and flowers--he breathes the sweet air of the fields. there is no constant and frightful strain upon his mind. his nights are filled with sleep and rest. he watches his flocks and herds as they feed upon the green and sunny slopes. he hears the pleasant rain falling upon the waving corn, and the trees he planted in youth rustle above him as he plants others for the children yet to be. . the ambitious farmer's boy nearly every farmer's boy took an oath that he would never cultivate the soil. the moment they arrived at the age of twenty-one they left the desolate and dreary farms and rushed to the towns and cities. they wanted to be book-keepers, doctors, merchants, railroad men, insurance agents, lawyers, even preachers, anything to avoid the drudgery of the farm. nearly every boy acquainted with the three r's--reading, writing and arithmetic--imagined that he had altogether more education than ought to be wasted in raising potatoes and corn. they made haste to get into some other business. those who stayed upon the farm envied those who went away. . never be afraid of work! there are hundreds of graduates of yale and harvard and other colleges who are agents of sewing machines, solicitors for insurance, clerks and copyists, in short, performing a hundred varieties of menial service. they seem willing to do anything that is not regarded as work--anything that can be done in a town, in the house, in an office, but they avoid farming as they would leprosy. nearly every young man educated in this way is simply ruined. boys and girls should be educated to help themselves; they should be taught that it is disgraceful to be seen idle, and dishonorable to be useless. . happiness the object of life remember, i pray you, that you are in partnership with all labor--that you should join hands with all the sons and daughters of toil, and that all who work belong to the same noble family. happiness should be the object of life, and if life on the farm can be made really happy, the children will grow up in love with the meadows, the streams, the woods and the old home. around the farm will cling and cluster the happy memories of the delight-ful years. . the sunset of the farmer's life for my part, i envy the man who has lived on the same broad acres from his boyhood, who cultivates the fields where in youth he played, and lives where his father lived and died. i can imagine no sweeter way to end one's life than in the quiet of the country, out of the mad race for money, place and power--far from the demands of business--out of the dusty highway where fools struggle and strive for the hoi ow praise of other fools. surrounded by these pleasant fields and faithful friends, by those i have loved, i hope to end my days. . farmers, protect yourselves! the farmers should vote only for such men as are able and willing to guard and advance the interests of labor. we should know better than to vote for men who will deliberately put a tariff of three dollars a thousand upon canada lumber, when every farmer in the states is a purchaser of lumber. people who live upon the prairies ought to vote for cheap lumber. we should protect ourselves. we ought to have intelligence enough to know what we want and how to get it. the real laboring men of this country can succeed if they are united. by laboring men, i do not mean only the farmers. i mean all who contribute in some way to the general welfare. . roast the beef, not the cook. farmers should live like princes. eat the best things you raise and sell the rest. have good things to cook and good things to cook with. of all people in our country, you should live the best. throw your miserable little stoves out of the window. get ranges, and have them so built that your wife need not burn her face off to get you a breakfast. do not make her cook in a kitchen hot as the orthodox perdition. the beef, not the cook, should be roasted. it is just as easy to have things convenient and right as to have them any other way. . cultivated farmers. there is no reason why farmers should not be the kindest and most cultivated of men. there is nothing in plowing the fields to make men cross, cruel and crabbed. to look upon the sunny slopes covered with daisies does not tend to make men unjust. whoever labors for the happiness of those he loves, elevates himself, no matter whether he works in the dreary shop or the perfumed field. . the wages of slovenly farming. nothing was kept in order. nothing was preserved. the wagons stood in the sun and rain, and the plows rusted in the fields. there was no leisure, no feeling that the work was done. it was all labor and weariness and vexation of spirit. the crops were destroyed by wandering herds, or they were put in too late, or too early, or they were blown down, or caught by the frost, or devoured by bugs, or stung by flies, or eaten by worms, or carried away by birds, or dug up by gophers, or washed away by floods, or dried up by the sun, or rotted in the stack, or heated in the crib, or they all ran to vines, or tops, or straw, or cobs. and when in spite of all these accidents that lie in wait between the plow and reaper, they did succeed in raising a good crop and a high price was offered, then the roads would be impassable. and when the roads got good, then the prices went down. everything worked together for evil. . the farmer's happy winter i can imagine no condition that carries with it such a promise of joy as that of the farmer in early winter. he has his cellar filled--he had made every preparation for the days of snow and storm--he looks forward to three months of ease and rest; to three months of fireside content; three months with wife and children; three months of long, delightful evenings; three months of home; three months of solid comfort. . the almighty dollar ainsworth r. spofford--says col. ingersoll--gives the following facts about interest: "one dollar loaned for one hundred years at six per cent., with the interest collected annually and added to the principal, will amount to three hundred and forty dollars. at eight per cent, it amounts to two thousand two hundred and three dollars. at three per cent, it amounts only to nineteen dollars and twenty-five cents. at ten per cent, it is thirteen thousand eight hundred and nine dollars, or about seven hundred times as much. at twelve per cent, it amounts to eighty-four thousand and seventy-five dollars, or more than four thousand times as much. at eighteen per cent, it amounts to fifteen million one hundred and forty-five thousand and seven dollars. at twenty-four per cent, it reaches the enormous sum of two billion, five hundred and fifty-one million, seven hundred and ninety-five thousand, four hundred and four dollars!" one dollar at compound interest, at twenty-four per cent., for one hundred years, would produce a sum equal to our national debt. . the farmer in debt interest eats night and day, and the more it eats the hungrier it grows. the farmer in debt, lying awake at night, can, if he listens, hear it gnaw. if he owes nothing, he can hear his corn grow. get out of debt, as soon as you possibly can. you have supported idle avarice and lazy economy long enough. . own your own home there can be no such thing in the highest sense as a home unless you own it. there must be an incentive to plant trees, to beautify the grounds, to preserve and improve. it elevates a man to own a home. it gives a certain independence, a force of character that is obtained in no other way. a man without a home feels like a passenger. there is in such a man a little of the vagrant. homes make patriots. he who has sat by his own fireside with wife and children, will defend it. few men have been patriotic enough to shoulder a musket in defense of a boarding-house. the prosperity and glory of our country depend upon the number of people who are the owners of homes. . what to do with the idlers our country is filled with the idle and unemployed, and the great question asking for an answer is: what shall be done with these men? what shall these men do? to this there is but one answer: they must cultivate the soil. farming must be more attractive. those who work the land must have an honest pride in their business. they must educate their children to cultivate the soil. . farm-life lonely i say again, if you want more men and women on the farms, something must be done to make farm-life pleasant. one great difficulty is that the farm is lonely. people write about the pleasures of solitude, but they are found only in books. he who lives long alone, becomes insane. . the best farming states the farmer in the middle states has the best soil--the greatest return for the least labor--more leisure--more time for enjoyment than any other farmer in the world. his hard work ceases with autumn. he has the long winters in which to become acquainted with his family--with his neighbors--in which to read and keep abreast with the advanced thought of his day. he has the time and means of self-culture. he has more time than the mechanic, the merchant or the professional man. if the farmer is not well informed it is his own fault. books are cheap, and every farmer can have enough to give him the outline of every science, and an idea of all that has been accomplished by man. . the laborers, the kings and queens the farmer has been elevated through science, and he should not forget the debt he owes to the mechanic, to the inventor, to the thinker. he should remember that all laborers belong to the same grand family--that they are the real kings and queens, the only true nobility. home and children . the family the only heaven in this world don't make that poor girl play ten years on a piano when she has no ear for music, and when she has practiced until she can play "bonaparte crossing the alps," you can't tell after she has played it whether bonaparte ever got across or not. men are oaks, women are vines, children are flowers, and if there is any heaven in this world it is in the family. it is where the wife loves the husband, and the husband loves the wife, and where the dimpled arms of children are about the necks of both. . the far-seeing eyes of children. i want to tell you this, you cannot get the robe of hypocrisy on you so thick that the sharp eye of childhood will not see through every veil. . love and freedom in a cabin i would rather go to the forest far away and build me a little cabin--build it myself and daub it with mud, and live there with my wife aud family--and have a little path that led down to the spring, where the water bubbled out day and night, like a little poem from the heart of the earth; a little hut with some hollyhocks at the corner, with their bannered bosoms open to the sun, and with the thrush in the air, like a song of joy in the morning; i would rather live there and have some lattice work across the window, so that the sunlight would fall checkered on the baby in the cradle; i would rather live there and have my soul erect and free, than to live in a palace of gold and wear the crown of imperial power and know that my soul was slimy with hypocrisy. . the turnpike road of happiness whoever marries simply for himself will make a mistake; but whoever loves a woman so well that he says, "i will make her happy," makes no mistake; and so with the woman who says, "i will make him happy." there is only one way to be happy, and that is to make somebody else so, and you can't be happy cross-lots; you have got to go the regular turnpike road. . love paying ten per cent i tell you to-night there is on the average more love in the homes of the poor than in the palaces of the rich; and the meanest hut with love in it is fit for the gods, and a palace without love is a den only fit for wild beasts. that's my doctrine! you can't be so poor but that you can help somebody. good nature is the cheapest commodity in the world; and love is the only thing that will pay ten per cent, to borrower and lender both. don't tell me that you have got to be rich! we have all a false standard of greatness in the united states. we think here that a man to be great must be notorious; he must be extremely wealthy or his name must be between the lips of rumor. it is all nonsense! it is not necessary to be rich to be great, or to be powerful to be happy; and the happy man is the successful man. happiness is the legal-tender of the soul. joy is wealth. . a word to the cross-grained a cross man i hate above all things. what right has he to murder the sunshine of the day? what right has he to assassinate the joy of life? when you go home you ought to feel the light there is in the house; if it is in the night it will burst out of the doors and windows and illuminate the darkness. it is just as well to go home a ray of sunshine as an old, sour, cross curmudgeon, who thinks he is the head of the family. wise men think their mighty brains have been in a turmoil; they have been thinking about who will be alderman from the fifth ward; they have been thinking about politics; great and mighty questions have been engaging their minds; they have bought calico at eight cents or six, and want to sell it for seven. think of the intellectual strain that must have been upon a man, and when he gets home everybody else in the house must look out for his comfort. head of the house, indeed! i don't like him a bit! . oh! daughters and wives be beautiful i am a believer in fashion. it is the duty of every woman to make herself as beautiful and attractive as she possibly can. "handsome is as handsome does," but she is much handsomer if well dressed. every man should look his very best. i am a believer in good clothes. the time never ought to come in this country when you can tell a farmer's daughter simply by the garments she wears. i say to every girl and woman, no matter what the material of your dress may be, no matter how cheap and coarse it is, cut it and make it in the fashion. i believe in jewelry. some people look upon it as barbaric, but in my judgment, wearing jewelry is the first evidence the barbarian gives of a wish to be civilized. to adorn ourselves seems to be a part of our nature, and this desire, seems to be everywhere and in everything. i have sometimes thought that the desire for beauty covers the earth with flowers. it is this desire that paints the wings of moths, tints the chamber of the shell, and gives the bird its plumage and its song. oh! daughters and wives if you would be loved, adorn yourselves--if you would be adorned, be beautiful! . a wholesome word to the stingy i despise a stingy man. i don't see how it is possible for a man to die worth fifty millions of dollars or ten millions of dollars, in a city full of want, when he meets almost every day the withered hand of beggary and the white lips of famine. how a man can withstand all that, and hold in the clutch of his greed twenty or thirty millions of dollars, is past my comprehension. i do not see how he can do it. i should not think he could do it any more than he could keep a pile of lumber where hundreds and thousands of men were drowning in the sea. i should not think he could do it. do you know i have known men who would trust their wives with their hearts and their honor, but not with their pocketbook; not with a dollar. when i see a man of that kind i always think he knows which of these articles is the most valuable. . the boss of the family if you are the grand emperor of the world, you had better be the grand emperor of one loving and tender heart, and she the grand empress of yours. the man who has really won the love of one good woman in this world, i do not care if he dies a beggar, his life has been a success. i tell you it is an infamous word and an infamous feeling--a man who is "boss," who is going to govern in his family; and when he speaks let all the rest of them be still; some mighty idea is about to be launched from his mouth. do you know i dislike this man? . be honor bright! a good way to make children tell the truth is to tell it yourself. keep your word with your child the same as you would with your banker. be perfectly honor bright with your children, and they will be your friends when you are old. . the opera at the table i like to hear children at the table telling what big things they have seen during the day; i like to hear their merry voices mingling with the clatter of knives and forks. i had rather hear that than any opera that was ever put upon the stage. i hate this idea of authority. . a child's laugh sweeter than apollo's lyre i said, and i say again, no day can be so sacred but that the laugh of a child will make the holiest day more sacred still. strike with hand of fire, oh, weird musician, thy harp, strung with apollo's golden hair; fill the vast cathedral aisles with symphonies sweet and dim, deft toucher of the organ keys; blow, bugler, blow, until thy silver notes do touch the skies, with moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wandering on the vine-clad hills: but know, your sweetest strains are discords all, compared with childhood's happy laugh, the laugh that fills the eyes with light and every heart with joy; oh, rippling river of life, thou art the blessed boundary-line between the beasts and man, and every wayward wave of thine doth drown some fiend of care; oh, laughter, divine daughter of joy, make dimples enough in the cheeks of the world to catch and hold and glorify all the tears of grief. . don't wake the children let your children sleep. do not drag them from their beds in the darkness of night. do not compel them to associate all that is tiresome, irksome and dreadful with cultivating the soil. treat your children with infinite kindness--treat them as equals. there is no happiness in a home not filled with love. when the husband hates his wife--where the wife hates the husband; where the children hate their parents and each other--there is a hell upon earth. . how to deal with children some christians act as though they thought when the lord said, "suffer little children to come unto me," that he had a rawhide under his mantle--they act as if they thought so. that is all wrong. i tell my children this: go where you may, commit what crime you may, fall to what depths of degradation you may, i can never shut my arms, my heart or my door to you. as long as i live you shall have one sincere friend; do not be afraid to tell anything wrong you have done; ten to one if i have not done the same thing. i am not perfection, and if it is necessary to sin in order to have sympathy, i am glad i have committed sin enough to have sympathy. the sterness of perfection i do not want. i am going to live so that my children can come to my grave and truthfully say, "he who sleeps here never gave us one moment of pain." whether you call that religion or infidelity, suit yourselves; that is the way i intend to do it. . give a child a chance do not create a child to be a post set in an orthodox row; raise investigators and thinkers, not disciples and followers; cultivate reason, not faith; cultivate investigation, not superstition; and if you have any doubt yourself about a thing being so, tell them about it; don't tell them the world was made in six days--if you think six days means six good whiles, tell them six good whiles. if you have any doubts about anybody being in a furnace and not being burnt, or even getting uncomfortably warm, tell them so--be honest about it. if you look upon the jaw-bone of a donkey as not a good weapon, say so. give a child a chance. if you think a man never went to sea in a fish, tell them so, it won't make them any worse. be honest--that's all; don't cram their heads with things that will take them years to unlearn; tell them facts--it is just as easy. it is as easy to find out botany, and astronomy, and geology, and history--it is as easy to find out all these things as to cram their minds with things you know nothing about. . the greatest liars in michigan i was over in michigan the other day. there was a boy over there at grand rapids about five or six years old, a nice, smart boy, as you will see from the remark he made--what you might call a nineteenth century boy. his father and mother had promised to take him out riding for about three weeks, and they would slip off and go without him. well, after a while that got kind of played out with the little boy, and the day before i was there they played the trick on him again. they went out and got the carriage, and went away, and as they rode away from the front of the house, he happened to be standing there with his nurse, and he saw them. the whole thing flashed on him in a moment. he took in the situation, and turned to his nurse and said, pointing to his father and mother: "there go the two biggest liars in the state of michigan!" when you go home fill the house with joy, so that the light of it will stream out the windows and doors, and illuminate even the darkness. it is just as easy that way as any in the world. . forgive the children! when your child confesses to you that it has com mitted a fault, take the child in your arms, and let it feel your heart beat against its heart, and raise your children in the sunlight of love, and they will be sunbeams to you along the pathway of life. abolish the club and the whip from the house, because, if the civilized use a whip, the ignorant and the brutal will use a club, and they will use it because you use the whip. . a solemn satire on whipping children if there is one of you here that ever expect to whip your child again, let me ask you something. have your photograph taken at the time, and let it show your face red with vulgar anger, and the face of the little one with eyes swimming in tears. if that little child should die i cannot think of a sweeter way to spend an autumn afternoon than to take that photograph and go to the cemetery, where the maples are clad in tender gold, and when little scarlet runners are coming, like poems of regret, from the sad heart of the earth; and sit down upon that mound, i look upon that photograph, and think of the flesh, made dust, that you beat. just think of it. i could not bear to die in the arms of a child that i had whipped. i could not bear to feel upon my lips, when they were withering beneath the touch of death, the kiss of one that i had struck. . the whips and gods are gone! children are better treated than they used to be; the old whips and gods are out of the schools, and they are governing children by love and sense. the world is getting better; it is getting better in maine. it has got better in maine, in vermont. it is getting better in every state of the north. individuality . absolute independence of the individual what we want to-day is what our fathers wrote. they did not attain to their ideal; we approach it nearer, but have not yet reached it. we want, not only the independence of a state, not only the independence of a nation, but something far more glorious--the absolute independence of the individual. that is what we want. i want it so that i, one of the children of nature, can stand on an equality with the rest; that i can say this is my air, my sunshine, my earth, and i have a right to live, and hope, and aspire, and labor, and enjoy the fruit of that labor, as much as any individual, or any nation on the face of the globe. . saved by disobedience i tell you there is something splendid in man that will not always mind. why, if we had done as the kings told us five hundred years ago, we would all have been slaves. if we had done as the priests told us, we would all have been idiots. if we had done as the doctors told us, we would all have been dead. we have been saved by disobedience. we have been saved by that splendid thing called independence, and i want to see more of it, day after day, and i want to see children raised so they will have it. that is my doctrine. . intellectual tyranny nothing can be more infamous than intellectual tyranny. to put chains upon the body is as nothing compared with putting shackles on the brain. no god is entitled to the worship or the respect of man who does not give, even to the meanest of his children, every right that he claims for himself. . say what you think i do not believe that the tendency is to make men and women brave and glorious when you tell them that there are certain ideas upon certain subjects that they must never express; that they must go through life with a pretense as a shield; that their neighbors will think much more of them if they will only keep still; and that above all is a god who despises one who honestly expresses what he believes. for my part, i believe men will be nearer honest in business, in politics, grander in art--in everything that is good and grand and beautiful, if they are taught from the cradle to the coffin to tell their honest opinions. . i want to put out the fires of hell some people tell me that i take away the hope of immortality. i do not. leave heaven as it was! i want to put out the fires of hell. i want to transfer the war from this earth to heaven. some tell me jehovah is god, and another says ali is god, and another that brahma is god. i say, let jehovah, and ali, and brahma fight it out. let them fight it out there, and whoever is victor, to that god i will bow. . the puritans when the puritans first came they were narrow. they did not understand what liberty meant--what religious liberty, what political liberty, was; but they found out in a few years. there was one feeling among them that rises to their eternal honor like a white shaft to the clouds--they were in favor of universal education. wherever they went they built school houses, introduced books, and ideas of literature. they believed that every man should know how to read and how to write, and should find out all that his capacity allowed him to comprehend. that is the glory of the puritan fathers. . a star in the sky of despair every christian, every philanthropist, every believer in human liberty, should feel under obligation to thomas paine for the splendid service rendered by him in the darkest days of the american revolution. in the midnight of valley forge, "the crisis" was the first star that glittered in the wide horizon of despair. every good man should remember with gratitude the brave words spoken by thomas paine in the french convention against the death of louis. he said: "we will kill the king, but not the man. we will destroy monarchy, not monarch." . do not shock the heathen! you send missionaries to turkey, and tell them that the koran is a lie. you shock them. you tell them that mahomet was not a prophet. you shock them. it is too bad to shock them. you go to india, and you tell them that vishnu was nothing, that purana was nothing, that buddha was nobody, and your brahma, he is nothing. why do you shock these people? you should not do that; you ought not to hurt their feelings. i tell you no man on earth has a right to be shocked at the expression of an honest opinion when it is kindly done, and i don't believe there is any god in the universe who has put a curtain over the fact and made it a crime for the honest hand of investigation to endeavor to draw that curtain. . i will settle with god myself they say to me, "god will punish you forever, if you do these things." very well. i will settle with him. i had rather settle with him than any one of his agents. i do not like them very well. in theology i am a granger--i do not believe in middlemen. what little business i have with heaven i will attend to myself. . i claim my right to guess i claim, standing under the flag of nature, under the blue and the stars, that i am the peer of any other man, and have the right to think and express my thoughts. i claim that in the presence of the unknown, and upon a subject that nobody knows anything about, and never did, i have as good a right to _guess_ as anybody else. . the brain a castle surely it is worth something to feel that there are no priests, no popes, no parties, no governments, no kings, no gods, to whom your intellect can be compelled to pay reluctant homage. surely it is a joy to know that all the cruel ingenuity of bigotry can devise no prison, no dungeon, no cell in which for one instant to confine a thought; that ideas cannot be dislocated by racks, nor crushed in iron boots, nor burned with fire. surely it is sublime to think that the brain is a castle, and that within its curious bastions and winding halls the soul, in spite of all words and all beings, is the supreme sovereign of itself. . i am something the universe is all there is, or was, or will be. it is both subject and object; contemplator and contemplated; creator and created; destroyer and destroyed; preserver and preserved; and hath within itself all causes, modes, motions, and effects. in this there is hope. this is a foundation and a star. the infinite embraces all there is. without the all, the infinite cannot be. i am something. without me the universe cannot exist. . every man a bight to think now we have come to the conclusion that every man has a right to think. would god give a bird wings and make it a crime to fly? would he give me brains and make it a crime to think? any god that would damn one of his children for the expression of his honest thought wouldn't make a decent thief. when i read a book and don't believe it, i ought to say so. i will do so and take the consequence like a man. . too early to write a creed these are the excuses i have for my race, and taking everything into consideration, i think we have done extremely well. let us have more liberty and free thought. free thought will give us truth. it is too early in the history of the world to write a creed. our fathers were intellectual slaves; our fathers were intellectual serfs. there never has been a free generation on the globe. every creed you have got bears the mark of whip, and chain, and fagot. there has been no creed written by a free brain. wait until we have had two or three generations of liberty and it will then be time enough to seize the swift horse of progress by the bridle and say--thus far and no farther; and in the meantime let us be kind to each other; let us be decent towards each other. we are all travelers on the great plain we call life, and there is nobody quite sure what road to take--not just dead sure, you know. there are lots of guide-boards on the plain and you find thousands of people swearing to-day that their guide-board is the only board that shows the right direction. i go and talk to them and they say: "you go that way, or you will be damned." i go to another and they say: "you go this way, or you will be damned." . every mind true to itself in my judgment, every human being should take a road of his own. every mind should be true to itself--should think, investigate and conclude for itself. this is a duty alike incumbent upon pauper and prince. progress . the torch of progress. in every age some men carried the torch of progress and handed it to some other, and it has been carried through all the dark ages of barbarism, and had it not been for such men we would have been naked and uncivilized to-night, with pictures of wild beasts tattooed on our skins, dancing around some dried snake fetish. . gold makes a barren landscape only a few days ago i was where they wrench the precious metals from the miserly clutch of the rocks. when i saw the mountains; treeless, shrubless, flowerless, without even a spire of grass, it seemed to me that gold had the same effect upon the country that holds it, as upon the man who lives and labors only for it. it affects the land as it does the man. it leaves the heart barren without a flower of kindness--without a blossom of pity. . a grand achievement there is nothing grander than to rescue from the leprosy of slander the reputation of a great and generous name. there is nothing nobler than to benefit our benefactors. . the divorce of church and state the constitution of the united states was the first decree entered in the high court of a nation, forever divorcing church and state. . professors instead of dismissing professors for finding something out, let us rather discharge those who do not. let each teacher understand that investigation is not dangerous for him; that his bread is safe, no matter how much truth he may discover, and that his salary will not be reduced, simply because he finds that the ancient jews did not know the entire history of the world. . developement i thought after all i had rather belong to a race of people that came from skulless vertebrae in the dim laurentian period, that wiggled without knowing they were wiggling, that began to develope and came up by a gradual developement until they struck this gentleman in the dugout coming up slowly--up--up--up--until, for instance, they produced such a man as shakespeare--he who harvested all the fields of dramatic thought, and after whom all others have been only gleaners of straw, he who found the human intellect dwelling in a hut, touched it with the wand of his genius and it became a palace--producing him and hundreds of others i might mention--with the angels of progress leaning over the far horizon beckoning this race of work and thought--i had rather belong to a race commencing at the skulless vertebrae producing the gentleman in the dugout and so on up, than to have descended from a perfect pair, upon which the lord has lost money from that day to this. i had rather belong to a race that is going up than to one that is going down. i would rather belong to one that commenced at the skulless vertebrae and started for perfection, than to belong to one that started from perfection and started for the skulless vertebrae. . poet's dream when every church becomes a school, every cathedral a university, every clergyman a teacher, and all their hearers brave and honest thinkers, then, and not until then, will the dream of poet, patriot, philanthropist and philosopher, become a real and blessed truth. . the temple of the future we are laying the foundations of the grand temple of the future--not the temple of all the gods, but of all the people--wherein, with appropriate rites, will be celebrated the religion of humanity. we are doing what little we can to hasten the coming of the day when society shall cease producing millionaires and mendicants--gorged indolence and famished industry--truth in rags, and superstition robed and crowned. we are looking for the time when the useful shall be the honorable; and when reason, throned upon the world's brain, shall be the king of kings, and god of gods. . the final goal we do not expect to accomplish everything in our day; but we want to do what good we can, and to render all the service possible in the holy cause of human progress. we know that doing away with gods and supernatural persons and powers is not an end. it is a means to the end; the real end being the happiness of man. . the eighteenth century at that time the seeds sown by the great infidels were beginning to bear fruit in france. the people were beginning to think. the eighteenth century was crowning its gray hairs with the wreath of progress. on every hand science was bearing testimony against the church. voltaire had filled europe with light; d'holbach was giving to the _elite_ of paris the principles contained in his "system of nature." the encyclopedists had attacked superstition with information for the masses. the foundation of things began to be examined. a few had the courage to keep their shoes on and let the bush burn. miracles began to get scarce. everywhere the people began to inquire. america had set an example to the world. the word liberty was in the mouths of men, and they began to wipe the dust from their knees. the dawn of a new day had appeared. political questions . liberty--fraternity--equality! all who stand beneath our banner are free. ours is the only flag that has in reality written upon it: liberty, fraternity, equality--the three grandest words in all the languages of men. liberty: give to every man the fruit of his own labor--the labor of his hand and of his brain. fraternity: every man in the right is my brother. equality: the rights of all are equal. no race, no color, no previous condition, can change the rights of men. the declaration of independence has at last been carried out in letter and in spirit. to-day the black man looks upon his child and says: the avenues of distinction are open to you--upon your brow may fall the civic wreath. we are celebrating the courage and wisdom of our fathers, and the glad shout of a free people, the anthem of a grand nation, commencing at the atlantic, is following the sun to the pacific, across a continent of happy homes. . liberty! is it nothing to free the mind? is it nothing to civilize mankind? is it nothing to fill the world with light, with discovery, with science? is it nothing to dignify man and exalt the intellect? is it nothing to grope your way into the dreary prisons, the damp and dropping dungeons, the dark and silent cells of superstition, where the souls of men are chained to floors of stone? is it nothing to conduct these souls gradually into the blessed light of day,--to let them see again the happy fields, the sweet, green earth, and hear the everlasting music of the waves? is it nothing to make men wipe the dust from their swollen knees, the tears from their blanched and furrowed cheeks? is it nothing to relieve the heavens of an insatiate monster, and write upon the eternal dome, glittering with stars, the grand word--liberty? . ingersoll not a politician i want it perfectly understood that i am not a politician. i believe in liberty, and i want to see the time when every man, woman and child will enjoy every human right. . civilization civilization is the child of free thought. the new world has drifted away from the rotten wharf of superstition. the politics of this country are being settled by the new ideas of individual liberty, and parties and churches that cannot accept the new truths must perish. . cornell university with the single exception of cornell, there is not a college in the united states where truth has ever been a welcome guest. the moment one of the teachers denies the inspiration of the bible, he is discharged. if he discovers a fact inconsistent with that book, so much the worse for the fact, and especially for the discoverer of the fact. he must not corrupt the minds of his pupils with demonstrations. he must beware of every truth that cannot, in some way, be made to harmonize with the superstitions of the jews. science has nothing in common with religion. . church and school divorced our country will never be filled with great institutions of learning until there is an absolute divorce between church and school. as long as the mutilated records of a barbarous people are placed by priest and professor above the reason of mankind, we shall reap but little benefit from church or school. . laws that want repealing all laws defining and punishing blasphemy--making it a crime to give your honest ideas about the bible, or to laugh at the ignorance of the ancient jews, or to enjoy yourself on the sabbath, or to give your opinion of jehovah, were passed by impudent bigots, and should be at once repealed by honest men. . government secular our government should be entirely and purely secular. the religious views of a candidate should be kept entirely out of sight. he should not be compelled to give his opinion as to the inspiration of the bible, the propriety of infant baptism, or the immaculate conception. all these things are private and personal. he should be allowed to settle such things for himself. . ! ( ?) in , our forefathers retired god from politics. they said all power comes from the people. they kept god out of the constitution, and allowed each state to settle the question for itself. . candidates made hypocrites candidates are forced to pretend that they are catholics with protestant proclivities, or christians with liberal tendencies, or temperance men who now and then take a glass of wine, or, that although not members of any church their wives are, and that they subscribe liberally to all. the result of all this is that we reward hypocrisy and elect men entirely destitute of real principle; and this will never change until the people become grand enough to allow each other to do their own thinking. . the church and the throne so our fathers said: "we shall form a secular government, and under the flag with which we are going to enrich the air, we will allow every man to worship god as he thinks best." they said: "religion is an individual thing between each man and his creator, and he can worship as he pleases and as he desires." and why did they do this? the history of the world warned them that the liberty of man was not safe in the clutch and grasp of any church. they had read of and seen the thumbscrews, the racks and the dungeons of the inquisition. they knew all about the hypocrisy of the olden time. they knew that the church had stood side by side with the throne; that the high priests were hypocrites, and that the kings were robbers. they also knew that if they gave to any church power, it would corrupt the best church in the world. and so they said that power must not reside in a church, nor in a sect, but power must be wherever humanity is--in the great body of the people. and the officers and servants of the people must be responsible. and so i say again, as i said in the commencement, this is the wisest, the profoundest, the bravest political document that ever was written and signed by man. . the old idea what was the old idea? the old idea was that no political power came from, nor in any manner belonged to, the people. the old idea was that the political power came from the clouds; that the political power came in some miraculous way from heaven; that it came down to kings, and queens, and robbers. that was the old idea. the nobles lived upon the labor of the people; the people had no rights; the nobles stole what they had and divided with the kings, and the kings pretended to divide what they stole with god almighty. the source, then, of political power was from above. the people were responsible to the nobles, the nobles to the king, and the people had no political rights whatever, no more than the wild beasts of the forest. the kings were responsible to god, not to the people. the kings were responsible to the clouds, not to the toiling millions they robbed and plundered. . liberty for politicians i would like also to liberate the politician. at present, the successful office-seeker is a good deal like the centre of the earth; he weighs nothing himself, but draws everything else to him. there are so many societies, so many churches, so many isms, that it is almost impossible for an independent man to succeed in a political career. . tax all church property i am in favor of the taxation of all church property. if that property belongs to god, he is able to pay the tax. if we exempt anything, let us exempt the home of the widow and orphan. the church has to-day $ , , or $ , , of property in this country. it must cost $ , , a week, that is to say $ a minute to run these churches. you give me this money and if i don't do more good with it than four times as many churches i'll resign. let them make the churches attractive and they'll get more hearers. they will have less empty pews if they have less empty heads in the pulpit. the time will come when the preacher will become a teacher. . the source of power the declaration of independence announces the sublime truth, that all power comes from the people. this was a denial, and the first denial of a nation, of the infamous dogma that god confers the right upon one man to govern others. it was the first grand assertion of the dignity of the human race. it declared the governed to be the source of power, and in fact denied the authority of any and all gods. . the best blood of the old word come to the new the kings of the old world endeavored to parcel out this land to their favorites. but there were too many indians. there was too much courage required for them to take and keep it, and so men had to come here who were dissatisfied with the old country--who were dissatisfied with england, dissatisfied with france, with germany, with ireland and holland. the king's favorites stayed at home. men came here for liberty, and on account of certain principles they entertained and held dearer than life. and they were willing to work, willing to fell the forests, to fight the savages, willing to go through all the hardships, perils and dangers of a new country, of a new land; and the consequences was that our country was settled by brave and adventurous spirits, by men who had opinions of their own, and were willing to live in the wild forests for the sake of expressing those opinions, even if they expressed them only to trees, rocks, and savage men. the best blood of the old world came to the new. . no state church happily for us, there was no church strong enough to dictate to the rest. fortunately for us, the colonists not only, but the colonies differed widely in their religious views. there were the puritans who hated the episcopalians, and episcopalians who hated the catholics, and the catholics who hated both, while the quakers held them all in contempt. there they were of every sort, and color, and kind, and how was it that they came together? they had a common aspiration. they wanted to form a new nation. more than that, most of them cordially hated great britain; and they pledged each other to forget these religious prejudices, for a time at least, and agreed that there should be only one religion until they got through, and that was the religion of patriotism. they solemnly agreed that the new nation should not belong to any particular church, but that it should secure the rights of all. . the enthusiasts of these grand men were enthusiasts; and the world has only been raised by enthusiasts. in every country there have been a few who have given a national aspiration to the people. the enthusiasts of were the builders and framers of this great and splendid government; and they were the men who saw, although others did not, the golden fringe of the mantle of glory, that will finally cover this world. they knew, they felt, they believed they would give a new constellation to the political heavens--that they would make the americans a grand people--grand as the continent upon which they lived. . the church must have no sword our fathers founded the first secular government that was ever founded in this world. recollect that. the first secular government; the first government that said every church has exactly the same rights and no more. in other words our fathers were the first men who had the sense, had the genius, to know that no church should be allowed to have a sword; that it should be allowed only to exert its moral influence. . we are all of us kings! i want the power where some one can use it. as long as a man is responsible to the people there is no fear of despotism. there's no reigning family in this country. we are all of us kings. we are the reigning family. and when any man talks about despotism, you may be sure he wants to steal or be up to devilment. if we have any sense, we have got to have localization of brain. if we have any power, we must have centralization. we want centralization of the right kind. the man we choose for our head wants the army in one hand, the navy in the other; and to execute the supreme will of the supreme people. . honesty tells! in the long run the nation that is honest, the people that are industrious, will pass the people that are dishonest, the people that are idle; no matter what grand ancestry they might have had. . working for others. to work for others is, in reality, the only way in which a man can work for himself. selfishness is ignorance. speculators cannot make unless somebody loses. in the realm of speculation, every success has at least one victim. the harvest reaped by the farmer benefits all and injures none. for him to succeed, it is not necessary that some one should fail. the same is true of all producers--of all laborers. . state sovereignty i despise the doctrine of state sovereignty. i believe in the rights of the states, but not in the sovereignty of the states. states are political conveniences. rising above states as the alps above valleys are the rights of man. rising above the rights of the government even in this nation are the sublime rights of the people. governments are good only so long as they protect human rights. but the rights of a man never should be sacrificed upon the altar of the state or upon the altar of the nation. . the king of america i am not only in favor of free speech, but i am also in favor of an absolutely honest ballot. there is one king in this country; there is one emperor; there is one supreme czar; and that is the legally expressed will of the majority of the people. the man who casts an illegal vote, the man who refuses to count a legal vote, poisons the fountain of power, poisons the spring of justice, and is a traitor to the only king in this land. i have always said, and i say again, that the more liberty there is given away the more you have. there is room in this world for us all; there is room enough for all of our thoughts; out upon the intellectual sea there is room for every sail, and in the intellectual air there is space for every wing. a man that exercises a right that he will not give to others is a barbarian. a state that does not allow free speech is uncivilized, and is a disgrace to the american union. . years without seeing a dollar! i have been told that during the war we had plenty of money. i never saw it. i lived years without seeing a dollar. i saw promises for dollars, but not dollars. and the greenback, unless you have the gold behind it, is no more a dollar than a bill of fare is a dinner. you cannot make a paper dollar without taking a dollar's worth of paper. we must have paper that represents money. i want it issued by the government, and i want behind every one of these dollars either a gold or silver dollar, so that every greenback under the flag can lift up its hand and swear, "i know that my redeemer liveth." . the wail of dead nations a government founded upon anything except liberty and justice cannot and ought not to stand. all the wrecks on either side of the stream of time, all the wrecks of the great cities, and all the nations that have passed away--all are a warning that no nation founded upon injustice can stand. from the sand-enshrouded egypt, from the marble wilderness of athens, and from every fallen, crumbling stone of the once mighty rome, comes a wail, as it were, the cry that no nation founded upon injustice can permanently stand. . what the republican party did i am a republican. i will tell you why: this is the only free government in the world. the republican party made it so. the republican party took the chains from , , of people. the republican party, with the wand of progress, touched the auction-block and it became a school-house; the republican party put down the rebellion, saved the nation, kept the old banner afloat in the air, and declared that slavery of every kind should be exterpated from the face of the continent. . doings of democrats i am opposed to the democratic party, and i will tell you why. every state that seceded from the united states was a democratic state. every ordinance of secession that was drawn was drawn by a democrat. every man that endeavored to tear the old flag from the heaven that it enriches was a democrat. every man that tried to destroy the nation was a democrat. every enemy this great republic has had for twenty years has been a democrat. every man that shot union soldiers was a democrat. every man that starved union soldiers and refused them in the extremity of death, a crust, was a democrat. every man that loved slavery better than liberty was a democrat. the man that assassinated abraham lincoln was a democrat. every man that sympathized with the assassin--every man glad that the noblest president ever elected was assassinated, was a democrat. . photograph of a democrat. every man that wanted the privilege of whipping another man to make him work for him for nothing and pay him with lashes on his naked back, was a democrat. every man that raised blood-hounds to pursue human beings was a democrat. every man that clutched from shrieking, shuddering, crouching mothers, babes from their breasts, and sold them into slavery, was a democrat. every man that impaired the credit of the united states, every man that swore we would never pay the bonds, every man that swore we would never redeem the greenbacks, every maligner of his country's credit, every calumniator of his country's honor, was a democrat. every man that resisted the draft, every man that hid in the bushes and shot at union men simply because they were endeavoring to enforce the laws of their country, was a democrat. every man that wept over the corpse of slavery was a democrat. . i am a republican, i tell you! the flag that will not protect its protectors is a dirty rag that contaminates the air in which it waves. the government that will not defend its defenders is a disgrace to the nations of the world. i am a republican because the republican party says, "we will protect the rights of american citizens at home, and if necessary we will march an army into any state to protect the rights of the humblest american citizen in that state." i am a republican because that party allows me to be free--allows me to do my own thinking in my own way. i am a republican because it is a party grand enough and splendid enough and sublime enough to invite every human being in favor of liberty and progress to fight shoulder to shoulder for the advancement of mankind. it invites the methodist; it invites the catholic; it invites the presbyterian and every kind of sectarian; it invites the free-thinker; it invites the infidel, provided he is in favor of giving to every other human being every chance and every right that he claims for himself. i am a republican, i tell you. . recollect! recollect it! every man that tried to spread smallpox and yellow fever in the north, as the instrumentalities of civilized war, was a democrat. soldiers, every scar you have got on your heroic bodies was given you by a democrat. every scar, every arm that is lacking, every limb that is gone, every scar is a souvenir of a democrat. i want you to recollect it. every man that was the enemy of human liberty in this country was a democrat. every man that wanted the fruit of all the heroism of all the ages to turn to ashes upon the lips--every one was a democrat. . give every man a chance now, my friends, thousands of the southern people, and thousands of the northern democrats, are afraid that the negroes are going to pass them in the race for life. and, mr. democrat, he will do it unless you attend to your business. the simple fact that you are white cannot save you always. you have got to be industrious, honest, to cultivate a justice. if you don't the colored race will pass you, as sure as you live. i am for giving every man a chance. anybody that can pass me is welcome. . who shall rule the country? shall the people that saved this country rule it? shall the men who saved the old flag hold it? shall the men who saved the ship of state sail it? or shall the rebels walk her quarter-deck, give the orders and sink it? that is the question. shall a solid south, a united south, united by assassination and murder, a south solidified by the shot-gun; shall a united south, with the aid of a divided north, shall they control this great and splendid country? well, then, the north must wake up. we are right back where we were in . this is simply a prolongation of the war. this is the war of the idea, the other was the war of the musket. the other was the war of cannon, this is the war of thought, and we have got to beat them in this war of thought, recollect that. the question is, shall the men who endeavored to destroy this country rule it? shall the men that said, this is not a nation, have charge of the nation? . the declaration of independence the declaration of independence is the grandest, the bravest, and the profoundest political document that was ever signed by the representatives of the people. it is the embodiment of physical and moral courage and of political wisdom. i say physical courage, because it was a declaration of war against the most powerful nation then on the globe; a declaration of war by thirteen weak, unorganized colonies; a declaration of war by a few people, without military stores, without wealth, without strength, against the most powerful kingdom on the earth; a declaration of war made when the british navy, at that day the mistress of every sea, was hovering along the coast of america, looking after defenseless towns and villages to ravage and destroy. it was made when thousands of english soldiers were upon our soil, and when the principal cities of america were in the substantial possession of the enemy. and so, i say, all things considered, it was the bravest political document ever signed by man. . the world grows brighter. i have a dream that this world is growing better and better every day and every year; that there is more charity, more justice, more love every day. i have a dream that prisons will not always curse the earth; that the shadow of the gallows will not always fall on the land; that the withered hand of want will not always be stretched out for charity; that finally wisdom will sit in the legislature, justice in the courts, charity will occupy all the pulpits, and that finally the world will be controlled by liberty and love, by justice and charity. that is my dream, and if it does not come true, it shall not be my fault. . the column of july i stood, a little while ago, in the city of paris, where stood the bastile, where now stands the column of july, surmounted by the figure of liberty. in its right hand is a broken chain, in its left hand a hammer; upon its shining forehead a glittering star--and as i looked upon it i said, such is the republican party of my country. . a nation of rascals samuel j. tilden says we are a nation of thieves and rascals. if that is so he ought to be president. but i denounce him as a calumniator of my country; a maligner of this nation. it is not so. this country is covered with asylums for the aged, the helpless, the insane, the orphan, the wounded soldiers. thieves and rascals don't build such things. in the cities of the atlantic coast this summer, they built floating hospitals, great ships, and took the little children from the sub-cellars and narrow, dirty streets of new york city, where the democratic party is the strongest--took these poor waifs and put them in these great hospitals out at sea, and let the breezes of ocean kiss the rose of health back to their pallid cheeks. rascals and thieves do not do so. when chicago burned, railroads were blocked with the charity of the american people. thieves and rascals did not do so. . we are a great people we are a great people. three millions have increased to fifty--thirteen states to thirty-eight. we have better homes, and more of the conveniences of life than any other people upon the face of the globe. the farmers of our country live better than did the kings and princes two hundred years ago--and they have twice as much sense and heart. liberty and labor have given us all. remember that all men have equal rights. remember that the man who acts best his part--who loves his friends the best--is most willing to help others--truest to the obligation--who has the best heart--the most feeling--the deepest sympathies--and who freely gives to others the rights that he claims for himself, is the best man. we have disfranchised the aristocrats of the air, and have given one country to mankind. . mule equality suppose there was a great horse-race here to-day, free to every horse in the world, and to all the mules, and all the scrubs, and all the donkeys. at the tap of the drum they come to the line, and the judges say "it is a go." let me ask you, what does the blooded horse, rushing ahead, with nostrils distended, drinking in the breath of his own swiftness, with his mane flying like a banner of victory, with his veins standing out all over him, as if a net of life had been cast around him--with his thin neck, his high withers, his tremulous flanks--what does he care how many mules and donkeys run on the track? but the democratic scrub, with his chuckle-head and lop-ears, with his tail full of cockle-burs, jumping high and short, and digging in the ground when he feels the breath of the coming mule on his cockle-bur tail, he is the chap that jumps the track and says, "i am down on mule equality." my friends, the republican party is the blooded horse in this race. . room for every wing. there is room in the republican air for every wing; there is room on the republican sea for every sail. republicanism says to every man: "let your soul be like an eagle; fly out in the great dome of thought, and question the stars for yourself." . the republican platform. i am a republican because it is the only free party that ever existed. it is a party that had a platform as broad as humanity, a platform as broad as the human race, a party that says you shall have all the fruit of the labor of your hands, a party that says you may think for yourself; a party that says no chains for the hands, no fetters for the soul. . our government the best on earth we all want a good government. if we do not we should have none. we all want to live in a land where the law is supreme. we desire to live beneath a flag that will protect every citizen beneath its folds. we desire to be citizens of a government so great and so grand that it will command the respect of the civilized world. most of us are convinced that our government is the best upon this earth. . will the second century of america be as good as the first? standing here amid the sacred memories of the first, on the golden threshold of the second, i ask, will the second century be as good as the first? i believe it will because we are growing more and more humane; i believe there is more human kind-ness and a greater desire to help one another in america, than in all the world besides. we must progress. we are just at the commencement of invention. the steam engine--the telegraph--these are but the toys with which science has been amusing herself. there will be grander things. there will be higher and wider culture. a grander standard of character, of literature and art. we have now half as many millions of people as we have years. we are getting more real solid sense. we are writing and reading more books. we are struggling more and more to get at the philosophy of life--trying more and more to answer the questions of the eternal sphinx. we are looking in every direction. we are investigating, thinking, working! the second century will be grander than the first. science . the glory of science. science found agriculture plowing with a stick--reaping with a sickle--commerce at the mercy of the treacherous waves and the inconstant winds--a world without books--without schools--man denying the authority of reason, employing his ingenuity in the manufacture of instruments of torture, in building inquisitions and cathedrals. it found the land filled with malicious monks--with persecuting protestants, and the burners of men. the glory of science is, that it is freeing the soul--breaking the mental manacles--getting the brain out of bondage--giving courage to thought--filling the world with mercy, justice, and joy. . the tables turned for the establishment of facts, the word of man is now considered far better than the word of god. in the world of science, jehovah was superseded by copernicus, galileo, and kepler. all that god told moses, admitting the entire account to be true, is dust and ashes compared to the discoveries of des cartes, la place, and humboldt. in matters of fact, the bible has ceased to be regarded as a standard. science has succeeded in breaking the chains of theology. a few years ago, science endeavored to show that it was not inconsistent with the bible. the tables have been turned, and now, religion is endeavoring to prove that the bible is not inconsistent with science. the standard has been changed. . science better than a creed it seems to me that a belief in the great truths of science are fully as essential to salvation, as the creed of any church. we are taught that a man may be perfectly acceptable to god even if he denies the rotundity of the earth, the copernican system, the three laws of kepler, the indestructibility of matter and the attraction of gravitation. and we are also taught that a man may be right upon all these questions, and yet, for failing to believe in the "scheme of salvation," be eternally lost. . the religion of science every assertion of individual independence has been a step toward infidelity. luther started toward humboldt,--wesley, toward john stuart mill. to really reform the church is to destroy it. every new religion has a little less superstition than the old, so that the religion of science is but a question of time. . science not sectarian the sciences are not sectarian. people do not persecute each other on account of disagreements in mathematics. families are not divided about botany, and astronomy does not even tend to make a man hate his father and mother. it is what people do not know, that they persecute each other about. science will bring, not a sword, but peace. . the epitaph of all religions science has written over the high altar its mené, mené, tekel, upharsin--the old words, destined to be the epitaph of all religions? . the real priest when we abandon the doctrine that some infinite being created matter and force, and enacted a code of laws for their government, the idea of interference will be lost. the real priest will then be, not the mouth-piece of some pretended deity, but the interpreter of nature. from that moment the church ceases to exist. the tapers will die out upon the dusty altar; the moths will eat the fading velvet of pulpit and pew; the bible will take its place with the shastras, puranas, vedas, eddas, sagas and korans, and the fetters of a degrading faith will fall from the minds of men. . science is power from a philosophical point of view, science is knowledge of the laws of life; of the conditions of happiness; of the facts by which we are surrounded, and the relations we sustain to men and things--by means of which, man, so to speak, subjugates nature and bends the elemental powers to his will, making blind force the servant of his brain. . science supreme the element of uncertainty will, in a great measure, be removed from the domain of the future, and man, gathering courage from a succession of victories over the obstructions of nature, will attain a serene grandeur unknown to the disciples of any superstition. the plans of mankind will no longer be interfered with by the finger of a supposed omnipotence, and no one will believe that nations or individuals are protected or destroyed by any deity whatever. science, freed from the chains of pious custom and evangelical prejudice, will, within her sphere, be supreme. the mind will investigate without reverence, and publish its conclusions without fear. agassiz will no longer hesitate to declare the mosaic cosmogony utterly inconsistent with the demonstrated truths of geology, and will cease pretending any reverence for the jewish scriptures. the moment science succeeds in rendering the church powerless for evil, the real thinkers will be outspoken. the little flags of truce carried by timid philosophers will disappear, and the cowardly parley will give place to victory--lasting and universal. . science opening the gates of thought we are not endeavoring to chain the future, but to free the present. we are not forging fetters for our children, but we are breaking those our fathers made for us. we are the advocates of inquiry, of investigation and thought. this of itself, is an admission that we are not perfectly satisfied with all our conclusions. philosophy has not the egotism of faith. while superstition builds walls and creates obstructions, science opens all the highways of thought. . stars and grains of sand we do not say that we have discovered all; that our doctrines are the all in all of truth. we know of no end to the development of man. we cannot unravel the infinite complications of matter and force. the history of one monad is as unknown as that of the universe; one drop of water is as wonderful as all the seas; one leaf, as all the forests; and one grain of sand, as all the stars. . the trinity of science reason, observation and experience--the holy trinity of science--have taught us that happiness is the only good; that the time to be happy is now, and the way to be happy is to make others so. this is enough for us. in this belief we are content to live and die. if by any possibility the existence of a power superior to, and independent of, nature shall be demonstrated, there will then be time enough to kneel. until then, let us all stand nobly erect. . the old and the new old ideas perished in the retort of the chemist, and useful truths took their places. one by one religious conceptions have been placed in the crucible of science, and thus far, nothing but dross has been found. a new world has been discovered by the microscope; everywhere has been found the infinite; in every direction man has investigated and explored, and nowhere, in earth or stars, has been found the footstep of any being superior to or independent of nature. nowhere has been discovered the slightest evidence of any interference from without. . the triumphs of science i do not know what inventions are in the brain of the future; i do not know what garments of glory may be woven for the world in the loom of years to be; we are just on the edge of the great ocean of discovery. i do not know what is to be discovered; i do not know what science will do for us. i do know that science did just take a handful of sand and make the telescope, and with it read all the starry leaves of heaven; i know that science took the thunderbolts from the hands of jupiter, and now the electric spark, freighted with thought and love, flashes under the waves of the sea; i know that science stole a tear from the cheek of unpaid labor, converted it into steam, and created a giant that turns with tireless arms the countless wheels of toil; i know that science broke the chains from human limbs and gave us instead the forces of nature for our slaves; i know that we have made the attraction of gravitation work for us; we have made the lightnings our messengers; we have taken advantage of fire and flames and wind and sea; these slaves have no backs to be whipped; they have no hearts to be lacerated; they have no children to be stolen, no cradles to be violated. i know that science has given us better houses; i know it has given us better pictures and better books; i know it has given us better wives and better husbands, and more beautiful children. i know it has enriched a thousand-fold our life; and therefore i am in favor of perfect intellectual liberty. . what science found! it found the world at the mercy of disease and famine; men trying to read their fates in the stars, and to tell their fortunes by signs and wonders; generals thinking to conquer their enemies by making the sign of the cross, or by telling a rosary. it found all history full of petty and ridiculous falsehood, and the almighty was supposed to spend most of his time turning sticks into snakes, drowning boys for swimming on sunday, and killing little children for the purpose of converting their parents. it found the earth filled with slaves and tyrants, the people in all countries downtrodden, half naked, half starved, without hope, and without reason in the world. . science the only lever such was the condition of man when the morning of science dawned upon his brain, and before he had heard the sublime declaration that the universe is governed by law. for the change that has taken place we are indebted solely to science--the only lever capable of raising mankind. abject faith is barbarism; reason is civilization. to obey is slavish; to act from a sense of obligation perceived by the reason, is noble. ignorance worships mystery; reason explains it: the one grovels, the other soars. slavery . the colonel short of words!!! i have sometimes wished that there were words of pure hatred out of which i might construct sentences like snakes, out of which i might construct sentences with mouths fanged, that had forked tongues, out of which i might construct sentences that writhed and and hissed; then i could give my opinion of the rebels during the great struggle for the preservation of this nation. . slavery in the name of religion just think of it! our churches and best people, as they call themselves, defending the institution of slavery. when i was a little boy i used to see steamers go down the mississippi river with hundreds of men and women chained hand to hand, and even children, and men standing about them with whips in their hands and pistols in their pockets in the name of liberty, in the name of civilization and in the name of religion! i used to hear them preach to these slaves in the south and the only text they ever took was "servants be obedient unto your masters." that was the salutation of the most merciful god to a man whose back was bleeding that was the salutation of the most merciful god to the slave-mother bending over an empty cradle, to the woman from whose breast a child had been stolen--"servants be obedient unto your masters." that was what they said to a man running for his life and for his liberty through tangled swamps and listening to the baying of blood-hounds, and when he listened for them the voice came from heaven:--"servants be obedient unto your masters." that is civilization. think what slaves we have been! think how we have crouched and cringed before wealth even! how they used to cringe in old times before a man who was rich--there are so many of them gone into bankruptcy lately that we are losing a little of our fear. . the patrons of slavery it is not possible for the human imagination to conceive of the horrors of slavery. it has left no possible wrong uncommitted, no possible crime un-perpetrated. it has been practiced and defended by all nations in some form. it has been upheld by all religions. it has been defended by nearly every pulpit. from the profits derived from the slave trade, churches have been built, cathedrals reared and priests paid. slavery has been blessed by bishop, by cardinal and by pope. it has received the sanction of statesmen, of kings, of queens. monarchs have shared in the profits. clergymen have taken their part of the spoil, reciting passages of scripture in its defense, and judges have taken their portion in the name of equity and law. . a colored man in congress the world has changed! i have had the supreme pleasure of seeing a man--once a slave--sitting in the seat of his former master in the congress of the united states. when i saw that sight, my eyes were filled with tears. i felt that we had carried out the declaration of independence, that we had given reality to it, and breathed the breath of life into every word. i felt that our flag would float over and protect the colored man and his little children--standing straight in the sun--just the same as though he were white and worth a million! . the zig-zag strip i have some excuses to offer for the race to which i belong. my first excuse is that this is not a very good world to raise folks in anyway. it is not very well adapted to raising magnificent people. there's only a quarter of it land to start with. it is three times better for raising fish than folks; and in that one-quarter of land there is not a tenth part fit to raise people on. you can't raise people without a good climate. you have got to have the right kind of climate, and you have got to have certain elements in the soil or you can't raise good people. do you know that there is only a little zig-zag strip around the world within which have been produced all men of genius? . black people have suffered enough in my judgment the black people have suffered enough. they have been slaves for two hundred years. they have been owned two hundred years, and, more than all, they have been compelled to keep the company of those who owned them. think of being compelled to keep the society of the man who is stealing from you. think of being compelled to live with a man that stole your child from the cradle before your very eyes. think of being compelled to live with a thief all your life, to spend your days with a white loafer, and to be under his control. . the history of civilization the history of civilization is the history of the slow and painful enfranchisement of the human race. in the olden times the family was a monarchy, the father being the monarch. the mother and children were the veriest slaves. the will of the father was the supreme law. he had the power of life and death. it took thousands of years to civilize this father, thousands of years to make the condition of the wife and mother and children even tolerable. a few families constituted a tribe; the tribe had a chief; the chief was a tyrant; a few tribes formed a nation; the nation was governed by a king, who was also a tyrant. a strong nation robbed, plundered and took captive the weaker ones. . does god uphold slavery? is there, in the civilized world, to-day, a clergyman who believes in the divinity of slavery? does the bible teach man to enslave his brother? if it does, is it not blasphemous to say that it is inspired of god? if you find the institution of slavery upheld in a book said to have been written by god, what would you expect to find in a book inspired by the devil? would you expect to find that book in favor of liberty? modern christians, ashamed of the god of the old testament, endeavor now to show that slavery was neither commanded nor opposed by jehovah. . solemn defiance for my part, i never will, i never can, worship a god who upholds the institution of slavery. such a god i hate and defy. i neither want his heaven, nor fear his hell. the war . the soldiers of the republic the soldiers of the republic were not seekers after vulgar glory. they were not animated by the hope of plunder or the love of conquest. they fought to preserve the blessings of liberty and that their children might have peace. they were the defenders of humanity, the destroyers of prejudice, the breakers of chains, and in the name of the future they slew the monster of their time. . honor to the brave! all honor, to the brave! they blotted from the statute books laws that had been passed by hypocrites at the instigation of robbers, and tore with indignant hands from the constitution that infamous clause that made men the catchers of their fellow men. they made it possible for judges to be just, for statesmen to be human, and for politicians to be honest. they broke the shackles from the limbs of slaves, from the souls of martyrs, and from the northern brain. they kept our country on the map of the world and our flag in heaven. . what were we fighting for? seven long years of war--fighting for what? for the principle that all men were created equal--a truth that nobody ever disputed except a scoundrel; nobody in the entire history of this world. no man ever denied that truth who was not a rascal, and at heart a thief; never, never, and never will. what else were they fighting for? simply that in america every man should have a right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. nobody ever denied that except a villain; never, never. it has been denied by kings--they were thieves. it has been denied by statesmen--they were liars. it has been denied by priests, by clergymen, by cardinals, by bishops and by popes--they were hypocrites. what else were they fighting for? for the idea that all political power is vested in the great body of the people. they make all the money; do all the work. they plow the land; cut down the forests; they produce everything that is produced. then who shall say what shall be done with what is produced except the producer? . the revolution consummated the soldiers of the republic finished what the soldiers of the revolution commenced. they relighted the torch that fell from their august hands and filled the world again with light. . fighting done!--work begun! the soldiers went home to their waiting wives, to their glad children, and to the girls they loved--they went back to the fields, the shops and mines. they had not been demoralized. they had been ennobled. they were as honest in peace as they had been brave in war. mocking at poverty, laughing at reverses, they made a friend of toil. they said: "we saved the nation's life, and what is life without honor?" they worked and wrought with all of labor's sons, that every pledge the nation gave should be redeemed. and their great leader, having put a shining hand of friendship--a girdle of clasped and happy hands--around the globe, comes home and finds that every promise made in war has now the ring and gleam of gold. . manhood worth more than gold we say in this country manhood is worth more than gold. we say in this country that without liberty the nation is not worth preserving. i appeal to every laboring man, and i ask him, "is there another country on this globe where you can have your equal rights with others?" now, then, in every country, no matter how good it is, and no matter how bad it is--in every country there is something worth preserving, and there is something that ought to be destroyed. now recollect that every voter is in his own right a king; every voter in this country wears a crown; every voter in this country has in his hands the scepter of authority; and every voter, poor and rich, wears the purple of authority alike. recollect it; and the man that will sell his vote is the man that abdicates the american throne. . grander than greek or roman. grander than the greek, nobler than the roman, the soldiers of the republic, with patriotism as taintless as the air, battled for the rights of others; for the nobility of labor; fought that mothers might own their babes; that arrogant idleness should not scar the back of patient toil, and that our country should not be a many-headed monster made of warring states, but a nation, sovereign, great and free. blood was water; money, leaves, and life was common air until one flag floated over a republic without a master and without a slave. . let us drink to the living and the dead the soldiers of the union saved the south as well as the north. they made us a nation. their victory made us free and rendered tyranny in every other land as insecure as snow upon volcano lips. and now let us drink to the volunteers, to those who sleep in unknown, sunken graves, whose names are only in the hearts of those they loved and left--of those who only hear in happy dreams the footsteps of return. let us drink to those who died where lipless famine mocked at want--to all the maimed whose scars give modesty a tongue, to all who dared and gave to chance the care and keeping of their lives--to all the living and all the dead--to sherman, to sheridan and to grant, the foremost soldiers of the world; and last, to lincoln, whose loving life, like a bow of peace, spans and arches all the clouds of war. . will the wounds of the war be healed? there is still another question: "will all the wounds of the war be healed?" i answer, yes. the southern people must submit, not to the dictation of the north, but to the nation's will and to the verdict of mankind. they were wrong, and the time will come when they will say that they have been vanquished by the right. freedom conquered them, and freedom will cultivate their fields, educate their children, weave for them the robes of wealth, execute their laws, and fill their land with happy homes. . saviours of the nation they rolled the stone from the sepulchre of progress, and found therein two angels clad in shining garments--nationality and liberty. the soldiers were the saviours of the nation. they were the liberators of men. in writing the proclamation of emancipation, lincoln, greatest of our mighty dead, whose memory is as gentle as the summer air,--when reapers sing 'mid gathered sheaves,--copied with the pen what grant and his brave comrades wrote with swords. . general grant when the savagery of the lash, the barbarism of the chain, and the insanity of secession confronted the civilization of our century, the question, "will the great republic defend itself?" trembled on the lips of every lover of mankind. the north, filled with intelligence and wealth, products of liberty, marshalled her hosts and asked only for a leader. from civil life a man, silent, thoughtful, poised, and calm; stepped forth, and with the lips of victory voiced the nation's first and last demand: "unconditional and immediate surrender." from that moment the end was known. that utterance was the real declaration of real war and in accordance with the dramatic unities of mighty events, the great soldier who made it, received the final sword of the rebellion. the soldiers of the republic were not seekers after vulgar glory; they were not animated by the hope of plunder or the love of conquest. they fought to preserve the homestead of liberty. money that is money . paper is not money some people tell me that the government can impress its sovereignty on a piece of paper, and that is money. well, if it is, what's the use of wasting it making one dollar bills? it takes no more ink and no more paper--why not make $ bills? why not make $ , , and all be billionaires? if the government can make money, what on earth does it collect taxes for you and me for? why don't it make what money it wants, take the taxes out, and give the balance to us? mr. greenbacker, suppose the government issued $ , , , to-morrow, how would you get any of it? . the debt will be paid it will be paid. the holders of the debt have got a mortgage on a continent. they have a mortgage on the honor of the republican party, and it is on record. every blade of grass that grows upon this continent is a guarantee that the debt will be paid; every field of bannered corn in the great, glorious west is a guarantee that the debt will be paid; all the coal put away in the ground, millions of years ago by the old miser, the sun; is a guarantee that every dollar of that debt will be paid; all the cattle on the prairies, pastures and plains, every one of them is a guarantee that this debt will be paid; every pine standing in the sombre forests of the north, waiting for the woodman's axe, is a guarantee that this debt will be paid; all the gold and silver hid in the sierra nevadas, waiting for the miner's pick, is a guarantee that the debt will be paid; every locomotive, with its muscles of iron and breath of flame, and all the boys and girls bending over their books at school, every dimpled child in the cradle, every good man and every good woman, and every man that votes the republican ticket, is a guarantee that the debt will be paid. . to ! no man can imagine, all the languages of the world cannot express, what the people of the united states suffered from to . men who considered themselves millionaires found that they were beggars; men living in palaces, supposing they had enough to give sunshine to the winter of their age, supposing they had enough to have all they loved in affluence and comfort, suddenly found that they were mendicants with bonds, stocks, mortgages, all turned to ashes in their aged, trembling hands. the chimneys grew cold, the fires in furnaces went out, the poor families were turned adrift, and the highways of the united states were crowded with tramps. into the home of the poor crept the serpent of temptation, and whispered in the ear of poverty the terrible word "repudiation." . a voter because a man a man does not vote in this country simply because he is rich; he does not vote in this country simply because he has an education; he does not vote simply because he has talent or genius; we say that he votes because he is a man, and that he has his manhood to support; and we admit in this country that nothing can be more valuable to any human being than his manhood, and for that reason we put poverty on an equality with wealth. . keep the flag in heaven! if you are a german, recollect that this country is kinder to you than your own fatherland,--no matter what country you came from, remember that this country is an asylum, and vote as in your conscience you believe you ought to vote to keep this flag in heaven. i beg every american to stand with that part of the country that believes in law, in freedom of speech, in an honest vote, in civilization, in progress, in human liberty, and in universal justice. . prosperity and resumption hand in hand the republicans of the united states demand a man who knows that prosperity and resumption, when they come, must come together; that when they come they will come hand in hand through the golden harvest fields; hand in hand by the whirling spindles and the turning wheels; hand in hand past the open furnace doors; hand in hand by the chimneys filled with eager fire, greeted and grasped by the countless sons of toil. this money has to be dug out of the earth. you cannot make it by passing resolutions in a political convention. . every poor man should stand by the government it is the only nation where the man clothed in a rag stands upon an equality with the one wearing purple. it is the only country in the world where, politically, the hut is upon an equality with the palace. for that reason, every poor man should stand by the government, and every poor man who does not is a traitor to the best interests of his children; every poor man who does not is willing his children should bear the badge of political inferiority; and the only way to make this government a complete and perfect success is for the poorest man to think as much of his manhood as the millionaire does of his wealth. . we will settle pair! i want to tell you that you cannot conceive of what the american people suffered as they staggered over the desert of bankruptcy from to . we are too near now to know how grand we were. the poor mechanic said "no;" the ruined manufacturer said "no;" the once millionaire said "no, we will settle fair; we will agree to pay whether we ever pay or not, and we will never soil the american name with the infamous word, 'repudiation.'" are you not glad? what is the talk? are you not glad that our flag is covered all over with financial honors? the stars shine and gleam now because they represent an honest nation. . a government with a long arm i believe in a government with an arm long enough to reach the collar of any rascal beneath its flag. i want it with an arm long enough and a sword sharp enough to strike down tyranny wherever it may raise its snaky head. i want a nation that can hear the faintest cries of its humblest citizen. i want a nation that will protect a freedman standing in the sun by his little cabin, just as quick as it would protect vanderbilt in a palace of marble and gold. . no repudiation then it was, that the serpent of temptation whispered in the ear of want that dreadful word "repudiation." an effort was made to repudiate. they appealed to want, to misery, to threatened financial ruin, to the bare hearthstones, to the army of beggars, we had grandeur enough to say: "no; we'll settle fair if we don't pay a cent!" and we'll pay-it. 'twas grandeur! is there a democrat now who wishes we had taken the advice of bayard to scale the bonds? is there an american, a democrat here, who is not glad we escaped the stench and shame of repudiation, and did not take democratic advice? is there a greenbacker here who is not glad we didn't do it? he may say he is, but he isn't. . the great crash! i think there is the greatest heroism in living for a thing! there's no glory in digging potatoes. you don't wear a uniform when you're picking up stones. you can't have a band of music when you dig potatoes! in, came the great crash. we staggered over the desert of bankruptcy. no one can estimate the anguish of that time! millionaires found themselves paupers. palaces were exchanged for hovels. the aged man, who had spent his life in hard labor, and who thought he had accumulated enough to support himself in his old age, and leave a little something to his children and grandchildren, found they were all beggars. the highways were filled with tramps. . promises don't pay if i am fortunate enough to leave a dollar when i die, i want it to be a good one; i don't wish to have it turn to ashes in the hands of widowhood, or become a democratic broken promise in the pocket of the orphan; i want it money. i saw not long ago a piece of gold bearing the stamp of the roman empire. that empire is dust, and over it has been thrown the mantle of oblivion, but that piece of gold is as good as though julius caesar were still riding at the head of the roman legion. i want money to that will outlive the democratic party. they told us--and they were honest about it--they said, "when we have plenty of money we are prosperous." and i said: "when we are prosperous, then we have credit, and, credit inflates the currency. whenever a man buys a pound of sugar and says, 'charge it,' he inflates the currency; whenever he gives his note, he inflates the currency; whenever his word takes the place of money, he inflates the currency." the consequence is that when we are prosperous, credit takes the place of money, and we have what we call "plenty." but you can't increase prosperity simply by using promises to pay. . solid and bright! i do not wish to trust the wealth of this nation with the demagogues of the nation. i do not wish to trust the wealth of the country to every blast of public opinion. i want money as solid as the earth on which we tread, as bright as the stars that shine above us. . the south and the tariff where did this doctrine of a tariff for revenue only come from? from the south. the south would like to stab the prosperity of the north. they had rather trade with old england than with new england. they had rather trade with the people who were willing to help them in war than those who conquered the rebellion. they knew what gave us our strength in war. they knew all the brooks and creeks and rivers in new england were putting down the rebellion. they knew that every wheel that turned, every spindle that revolved, was a soldier in the army of human progress. it won't do. they were so lured by the greed of office that they were willing to trade upon the misfortune of a nation. it won't do. i don't wish to belong to a party that succeeds only when my country falls. i don't wish to belong to a party whose banner went up with the banner of rebellion. i don't wish to belong to a party that was in partnership with defeat and disaster. . i am for protection and i will tell you why i am for protection, too. if we were all farmers we would be stupid. if we were all shoemakers we would be stupid. if we all followed one business, no matter what it was, we would become stupid. protection to american labor diversifies american industry, and to have it diversified touches and developes every part of the human brain. protection protects integrity; it protects intelligence; and protection raises sense; and by protection we have greater men and better-looking women and healthier children. free trade means that our laborer is upon an equality with the poorest paid labor of this world. . the old woman of tewksbury you greenbackers are like the old woman in the tewksbury, mass., poor-house. she used to be well off, and didn't like her quarters. you greenbackers have left your father's house of many mansions and have fed on shucks about long enough. the supervisor came into the poor-house one day and asked the old lady how she liked it. she said she didn't like the company, and asked him what he would advise her to do under similar circumstances. "oh, you'd better stay. you're prejudiced," said he. "do you think anybody is ever prejudiced in their sleep?" asked the old lady. "i had a dream the other night. i dreamed i died and went to heaven. lots of nice people were there. a nice man came to me and asked me where i was from. says i, 'from tewksbury, mass.' he looked in his book and said, 'you can't stay here.' "i asked what he would advise me to do under similar circumstances." 'well,' he said, 'there's hell down there, you might try that.' "well, i went down there, and the men told me my name wasn't on the book and i couldn't stay there. 'well,' said i, 'what would you advise me to do under similar circumstances?' 'said he, 'you'll have to go back to tewksbury.' and when green-backers remember what they once were, you must feel now, when you were forced to join the democratic party, as bad as the old lady who had to go back to tewksbury. . american muscle, coined into gold i believe in american labor, and i tell you why. the other day a man told me that we had produced in the united states of america one million tons of rails. how much are they worth? sixty dollars a ton. in other words, the million tons are worth $ , , . how much is a ton of iron worth in the ground? twenty-five cents. american labor takes cents of iron in the ground and adds to it $ . . one million tons of rails, and the raw material not worth $ , . we build a ship in the united states worth $ , , and the value of the ore in the earth, of the trees in the great forest, of all that enters into the composition of that ship bringing $ , in gold is only $ , ; $ , by american labor, american muscle, coined into gold; american brains made a legal-tender the world around. . inflation i don't blame the man who wanted inflation. i don't blame him for praying for another period of inflation. "when it comes," said the man who had a lot of shrunken property on his hands, "blame me, if i don't unload, you may shoot me." it's a good deal like the game of poker! i don't suppose any of you know anything about that game! along towards morning the fellow who is ahead always wants another deal. the fellow that is behind says his wife's sick, and he must go home. you ought to hear that fellow descant on domestic virtue! and the other fellow accuses him of being a coward and wanting to jump the game. a man whose dead wood is hung up on the shore in a dry time, wants the water to rise once more and float it out into the middle of the stream. . resources of illinois. let me tell you something about illinois. we have fifty-six thousand square miles of land--nearly thirty-six million acres. upon these plains we can raise enough to feed and clothe twenty million people. beneath these prairies were hidden, millions of ages ago, by that old miser, the sun, thirty-six thousand square miles of coal. the aggregate thickness of these veins is at least fifteen feet. think of a column of coal one mile square and one hundred miles high! all this came from the sun. what a sunbeam such a column would be! think of all this force, willed and left to us by the dead morning of the world! think of the fireside of the future around which will sit the fathers, mothers and children of the years to be! think of the sweet and happy faces, the loving and tender eyes that will glow and gleam in the sacred light of all these flames! . money! they say that money is a measure of value. 'tisn't so. a bushel doesn't measure values. it measures diamonds as well as potatoes. if it measured values, a bushel of potatoes would be worth as much as a bushel of diamonds. a yard-stick doesn't measure values. they used to say, "there's no use in having a gold yard-stick." that was right. you don't buy the yard-stick. if money bore the same relation to trade as a yard-stick or half-bushel, you would have the same money when you got through trading as you had when you begun. a man don't sell half-bushels. he sells corn. all we want is a little sense about these things. we were in trouble. the thing was discussed. some said there wasn't enough money. that's so; i know what that means myself. they said if we had more money we'd be more prosperous. the truth is, if we were more prosperous we'd have more money. they said more money would facilitate business. . money by work how do you get your money? by work. where from? you have got to dig it out of the ground. that is where it comes from. in old times there were some men who thought they could get some way to turn the baser metals into gold, and old gray-haired men, trembling, tottering on the verge of the grave, were hunting for something to turn ordinary metals into gold; they were searching for the fountain of eternal youth, but they did not find it. no human ear has ever heard the silver gurgle of the spring of immortal youth. . meat twice a year i have been in countries where the laboring man had meat once a year; sometimes twice--christmas and easter. and i have seen women carrying upon their heads a burden that no man would like to carry, and at the same time knitting busily with both hands. and those women lived without meat; and when i thought of the american laborer i said to myself, "after all, my country is the best in the world." and when i came back to the sea and saw the old flag flying in the air, it seemed to me as though the air from pure joy had burst into blossom. . america a glorious land labor has more to eat and more to wear in the united states than in any other land of this earth. i want america to produce everything that americans need. i want it so if the whole world should declare war against us, so if we were surrounded by walls of cannon and bayonets and swords, we could supply all human wants in and of ourselves. i want to live to see the american woman dressed in american silk; the american man in everything from hat to boots produced in america by the cunning hand of the american toiler. . how to spend a dollar if you have only a dollar in the world and have got to spend it, spend it like a man; spend it like a prince, like a king! if you have to spend it, spend it as though it were a dried leaf, and you were the owner of unbounded forests. . honesty is best always and everywhere i am next in favor of honest money. i am in favor of gold and silver, and paper with gold and silver behind it. i believe in silver, because it is one of the greatest of american products, and i am in favor of anything that will add to the value of american products. but i want a silver dollar worth a gold dollar, even if you make it or have to make it four feet in diameter. no government can afford to be a clipper of coin. a great republic cannot afford to stamp a lie upon silver or gold. honest money, an honest people, an honest nation. when our money is only worth cents on the dollar, we feel per cent, below par. when our money is good we feel good. when our money is at par, that is where we are. i am a profound believer in the doctrine that for nations as well as men, honesty is the best, always, everywhere and forever. . a fountain of greenbacks there used to be mechanics that tried to make perpetual motion by combinations of wheels, shifting weights, and rolling balls; but somehow the machine would never quite run. a perpetual fountain of greenbacks, of wealth without labor, is just as foolish as a fountain of eternal youth. the idea that you can produce money without labor is just as foolish as the idea of perpetual motion. they are old follies under new names. . what the greenback says! shall we pay our debts? we had to borrow some money to pay for shot and shell to shoot democrats with. we found that we could get along with a few less democrats, but not with any less country, and so we borrowed the money, and the question now is, will we pay it? and which party is the most apt to pay it, the republican party, that made the debt--the party that swore it was constitutional, or the party that said it was unconstitutional? whenever a democrat sees a greenback, the greenback says to the democrat, "i am one of the fellows that whipped you." whenever a republican sees a greenback, the greenback says to him, "you and i put down the rebellion and saved the country." . honest methods so many presidents of savings banks, even those belonging to the young men's christian association, run off with the funds; so many railroad and insurance companies are in the hands of receivers; there is so much bankruptcy on every hand, that all capital is held in the nervous clutch of fear. slowly, but surely, we are coming back to honest methods in business. confidence will return, and then enterprise will unlock the safe and money will again circulate as of yore; the dollars will leave their hitting places, and every one will be seeking investment. . silver demonetized by fraud! for my part i do not ask any interference on the part of the government except to undo the wrong it has done. i do not ask that money be made out of nothing. i do not ask for the prosperity born of paper. but i do ask for the remonetization of silver. silver was demonetized by fraud. it was an imposition upon every solvent man; a fraud upon every honest debtor in the united states. it assassinated labor. it was done in the interest of avarice and greed, and should be undone by honest men. religious questions . the crime of crimes! redden your hands with human blood; blast by slander the fair fame of the innocent; strangle the smiling child upon its mother's knees; deceive, ruin and desert the beautiful girl who loves and trusts you, and your case is not hopeless. for all this, and for all these you may be forgiven. for all this, and for all these, that bankrupt court established by the gospel, will give you a discharge; but deny the existence of these divine ghosts, of these gods, and the sweet and tearful face of mercy becomes livid with eternal hate. heaven's golden gates are shut, and you, with an infinite curse ringing in your ears, with the brand of infamy upon your brow, commence your endless wanderings in the lurid gloom of hell--an immortal vagrant--an eternal outcast--a deathless convict. . faith--a mixture of insanity and ignorance the doctrine that future happiness depends upon belief is monstrous. it is the infamy of infamies. the notion that faith in christ is to be rewarded by an eternity of bliss, while a dependence upon reason, observation, and experience merits everlasting pain, is too absurd for refutation, and can be relieved only by that unhappy mixture of insanity and ignorance; called "faith." . what the saints could cure! the church in the days of voltaire contended that its servants were the only legitimate physicians. the priests cured in the name of the church, and in the name of god--by exorcism, relics, water, salt and oil. st. valentine cured epilepsy, st. gervasius was good for rheumatism, st. michael de sanatis for cancer, st. judas for coughs, st. ovidius for deafness, st. sebastian for poisonous bites. st. apollonia for toothache, st. clara for rheum in the eye, st. hubert for hydrophobia. devils were driven out with wax tapers, with incence (sp.), with holy water, by pronouncing prayers. the church, as late as the middle of the twelfth century, prohibited good catholics from having anything to do with physicians. . the sleep of persecutors all the persecutors sleep in peace, and the ashes of those who burned their brothers in the name of christ rest in consecrated ground. whole libraries could not contain even the names of the wretches who have filled the world with violence and death in defense of book and creed, and yet they all died the death of the righteous, and no priest or| minister describes the agony and fear, the remorse and horror with which their guilty souls were filled in the last moments of their lives. these men had never doubted; they accepted the creed; they were not infidels; they had not denied the divinity of christ; they had been baptized; they had partaken of the last supper; they had respected priests; they admitted that the holy ghost had "proceeded;" and these things put pillows beneath their dying heads and covered them with the drapery of peace. . crime rampant and god silent! there is no recorded instance where the uplifted hand of murder has been paralyzed--no truthful account in all the literature of the world of the innocent shielded by god. thousands of crimes are being committed every day--men are this moment lying in wait for their human prey; wives are whipped and crushed, driven to insanity and death; little children begging for mercy, lifting imploringly tear-filled eyes to the brutal faces of fathers and mothers; sweet girls are deceived, lured, and outraged; but god has no time to prevent these things--no time to defend the good and to protect the pure. he is too busy numbering hairs and watching sparrows. . how criminals die serenely! all kinds of criminals, except infidels, meet death with reasonable serenity. as a rule, there is nothing in the death of a pirate to cast any discredit on his profession. the murderer upon the scaffold, with a priest on either side, smilingly exhorts the multitude to meet him in heaven. the man who has succeeded in making his home a hell meets death without a quiver, provided he has never expressed any doubt as to the divinity of christ or the eternal "procession" of the holy ghost. the king who has waged cruel and useless war, who has filled countries with widows and fatherless children, with the maimed and diseased, and who has succeeded in offering to the moloch of ambition the best and bravest of his subjects, dies like a saint. . the first corpse and the first cathedral now and then, in the history of this world, a man of genius, of sense, of intellectual honesty has appeared. these men have denounced the superstitions of their day. they pitied the multitude. to see priests devour the substance of the people filled them with indignation. these men were honest enough to tell their thoughts. then they were denounced, condemned, executed. some of them escaped the fury of the people who loved their enemies, and died naturally in their beds. it would not be for the church to admit that they died peacefully. that would show that religion was not actually necessary in the last moment. religion got much of its power from the terror of death. superstition is the child of ignorance and fear. the first grave was the first cathedral. the first corpse was the first priest. it would not do to have the common people understand that a man could deny the bible, refuse to look at the cross, contend that christ was only a man, and yet die as calmly as calvin did after he had murdered servetus, or as king david, after advising one son to kill another. . the sixteenth century in the sixteenth century every science was regarded as an outcast and an enemy, and the church influenced the world, which was under its power, to believe anything, and the ignorant mob was always too ready, brutalized by the church, to hang, kill or crucify at their bidding. such was the result of a few centuries of christianity. . an orthodox gentleman by orthodox i mean a gentleman who is petrified in his mind, whooping around intellectually, simply to save the funeral expenses of his soul. . a bold assertion the churches point to their decayed saints, and their crumbled popes and say, "do you know more than all the ministers that ever lived?" and without the slightest egotism or blush i say, yes, and the name of humboldt outweighs them all. the men who stand in the front rank, the men who know most of the secrets of nature, the men who know most are to-day the advanced infidels of this world. i have lived long enough to see the brand of intellectual inferiority on every orthodox brain. . history a bloody farce! if we admit that some infinite being has controlled the destinies of persons and peoples, history becomes a most cruel and bloody farce. age after age, the strong have trampled upon the weak; the crafty and heartless have ensnared and enslaved the simple and innocent, and nowhere, in all the annals of mankind, has any god succored the oppressed. . weak ones suffering--heaven deaf most of the misery has been endured by the weak, the loving and the innocent. women have been treated like poisonous beasts, and little children trampled upon as though they had been vermin. numberless altars have been reddened, even with the blood of babes; beautiful girls have been given to slimy serpents; whole races of men doomed to centuries of slavery, and everywhere there has been outrage beyond the power of genius to express. during all these years the suffering have supplicated; the withered lips of famine have prayed; the pale victims have implored, and heaven has been deaf and blind. . heaven has no ear, no hand man should cease to expect aid from on high. by this time he should know that heaven has no ear to hear, and no hand to help. the present is the necessary child of all the past. there has been no chance, and there can be no interference. . religion is tyrannical religion does not, and cannot, contemplate man as free. she accepts only the homage of the prostrate, and scorns the offerings of those who stand erect. she cannot tolerate the liberty of thought. the wide and sunny fields belong not to her domain. the star-lit heights of genius and individuality are above and beyond her appreciation and power. her subjects cringe at her feet, covered with the dust of obedience. . religion and facts what has religion to do with facts? nothing. is there any such thing as methodist mathematics, presbyterian botany, catholic astronomy or baptist biology? what has any form of superstition or religion to do with a fact or with any science? nothing but hinder, delay or embarass. i want, then, to free the schools; and i want to free the politicians, so that a man will not have to pretend he is a methodist, or his wife a baptist, or his grandmother a catholic; so that he can go through a campaign, and when he gets through will find none of the dust of hypocrisy on his knees. . religion not the end of life we deny that religion is the end or object of this life. when it is so considered it becomes destructive of happiness--the real end of life. it becomes a hydra-headed monster, reaching in terrible coils from the heavens, and thrusting its thousand fangs into the bleeding, quivering hearts of men. it devours their substance, builds palaces for god, (who dwells not in temples made with hands,) and allows his children to die in huts and hovels. it fills the earth with mourning, heaven with hatred, the present with fear, and all the future with despair. . creeds just in proportion that the human race has advanced, the church has lost power. there is no exception to this rule. no nation ever materially advanced that held strictly to the religion of its founders. no nation ever gave itself wholly to the control of the church without losing its power, its honor, and existence. every church pretends to have found the exact truth. this is the end of progress. why pursue that which you have? why investigate when you know? every creed is a rock in running water; humanity sweeps by it. every creed cries to the universe, "halt!" a creed is the ignorant past bullying the enlightened present. . the worst religion in the world the worst religion of the world was the presbyterianism of scotland as it existed in the beginning of the eighteenth century. the kirk had all the faults of the church of rome, without a redeeming feature. the kirk hated music, painting, statuary, and architecture. anything touched with humanity--with the dimples of joy--was detested and accursed. god was to be feared, not loved. life was a long battle with the devil. every desire was of satan. happiness was a snare, and human love was wicked, weak, and vain. the presbyterian priest of scotland was as cruel, bigoted, and heartless as the familiar of the inquisition. one case will tell it all. in the beginning of this, the nineteenth century, a boy seventeen years of age, thomas aikenhead, was indicted and tried at edinburgh for blasphemy. he had on several occasions, when cold, jocularly wished himself in hell, that he might get warm. the poor, frightened boy recanted--begged for mercy; but he was found guilty, hanged, thrown in a hole at the foot of the scaffold; and his weeping mother vainly begged that his bruised and bleeding body might be given to her. . religion demanding miracles the founder of a religion must be able to turn water into wine--cure with a word the blind and lame, and raise with a simple touch the dead to life. it was necessary for him to demonstrate to the satisfaction of his barbarian disciple, that he was superior to nature. in times of ignorance this was easy to do. the credulity of the savage was almost boundless. to him the marvelous was the beautiful, the mysterious was the sublime. consequently, every religion has for its foundation a miracle--that is to say, a violation of nature--that is to say, a falsehood. . we want one fact we have heard talk enough. we have listened to all the drowsy, idealess, vapid sermons that we wish to hear. we have read your bible and the works of your best minds. we have heard your prayers, your solemn groans and your reverential amens. all these amount to less than nothing. we want one fact. we beg at the doors of your churches for just one little fact. we pass our hats along your pews and under your pulpits and implore you for just one fact. we know all about your mouldy wonders and your stale miracles. we want a this year's fact. we ask only one. give us one fact for charity. your miracles are too ancient. . the design argument these religious people see nothing but designs everywhere, and personal, intelligent interference in everything. they insist that the universe has been created, and that the adaptation of means to ends is perfectly apparent. they point us to the sunshine, to the flowers, to the april rain, and to all there is of beauty and of use in the world. did it ever occur to them that a cancer is as beautiful in its development as is the reddest rose? that what they are pleased to call the adaptation of means to ends, is as apparent in the cancer as in the april rain? how beautiful the process of digestion! by what ingenious methods the blood is poisoned so that the cancer shall have food! by what wonderful contrivances the entire system of man is made to pay tribute to this divine and charming cancer! see by what admirable instrumentalities it feeds itself from the surrounding quivering, dainty flesh! see how it gradually but surely expands and grows! by what marvelous mechanism it is supplied with long and slender roots that reach out to the most secret nerves of pain for sustenance and life! what beautiful colors it presents! . down, forever down down, forever down, with any religion that requires upon its ignorant altar the sacrifice of the goddess reason, that compels her to abdicate forever the shining throne of the soul, strips from her form the imperial purple, snatches from her hand the sceptre of thought and makes her the bondwoman of a senseless faith! . the back upon this rack i have described, this victim was placed, and those chains were attached to his ankles and then to his waist, and clergyman, good men pious men! men that were shocked at the immorality of their day! they talked about playing cards and the horrible crime of dancing! oh! how such things shocked them; men going to the theatres and seeing a play written by the grandest genius the world ever has produced--how it shocked their sublime and tender souls! but they commenced turning this machine and they kept on turning until the ankles, knees, hips, elbows, shoulders and wrists were all dislocated and the victim was red with the sweat of agony, and they had standing by a physician to feel the pulse, so that the last faint flutter of life would not leave his veins. did they wish to save his life? yes. in mercy? no! simply that they might have the pleasure of racking him once again. that is the spirit, and it is a spirit born of the doctrine that there is upon the throne of the universe a being who will eternally damn his children, and they said: "if god is going to have the supreme happiness of burning them forever, certainly he might not to begrudge to us the joy of burning them for an hour or two." that was their doctrine, and when i read these things it seems to me that i have suffered them myself. . an awful admission just think of going to the day of judgment, if there is one, and standing up before god and admitting without a blush that you had lived and died a scotch presbyterian. i would expect the next sentence would be, "depart ye curged into everlasting fire." churches and priests . the church forbids investigation the first doubt was the womb and cradle of progress, and from the first doubt, man has continued to advance. men began to investigate, and the church began to oppose. the astronomer scanned the heavens, while the church branded his grand forehead with the word, "infidel;" and now, not a glittering star in all the vast expanse bears a christian name. in spite of all religion, the geologist penetrated the earth, read her history in books of stone, and found, hidden within her bosom souvenirs of all the ages. . the church charges falsely notwithstanding the fact that infidels in all ages have battled for the rights of man, and have at all times been the fearless advocates of liberty and justice, we are constantly charged by the church with tearing down without building again. . the church in the "dark ages" during that frightful period known as the "dark ages," faith reigned, with scarcely a rebellious subject. her temples were "carpeted with knees," and the wealth of nations adorned her countless shrines. the great painters prostituted their genius to immortalize her vagaries, while the poets enshrined them in song. at her bidding, man covered the earth with blood. the scales of justice were turned with her gold, and for her use were invented all the cunning instruments of pain. she built cathedrals for god, and dungeons for men. she peopled the clouds with angels and the earth with slaves. . the few say, "think!" for ages, a deadly conflict has been waged between a few brave men and women of thought and genius upon the one side, and the great ignorant religious mass on the other. this is the war between! science and faith. the few have appealed to reason, to honor, to law, to freedom, to the known, and to happiness here in this world. the many have appealed to prejudice, to fear, to miracle, to slavery, to the unknown, and to misery hereafter. the few have said, "think!" the many have said, "believe!" . the church and the tree of knowledge the gods dreaded education and knowledge then just as they do now. the church still faithfully guards the dangerous tree of knowledge, and has exerted in all ages her utmost power to keep mankind from eating the fruit thereof. the priests have never ceased repeating the old falsehood and the old threat: "ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die." . the church cries, "believe!" the church wishes us to believe. let the church, or one of its intellectual saints, perform a miracle, and we will believe. we are told that nature has a superior. let this superior, for one single instant, control nature and we will admit the truth of your assertions. . the heretics cried, "halt!" a few infidels--a few heretics cried, "halt!" to the great rabble of ignorant devotion, and made it possible for the genius of the nineteenth century to revolutionize the cruel creeds and superstitions of mankind. . the world not so awful flat according to the christian system this world was the centre of everything. the stars were made out of what little god happened to have left when he got the world done. god lived up in the sky, and they said this earth must rest upon something, and finally science passed its hand clear under, and there was nothing. it was self-existent in infinite space. then the church began to say they didn't say it was flat, not so awful flat--it was kind of rounding. according to the ancient christians god lived from all eternity, and never worked but six days in his whole life, and then had the impudence to tell us to be industrious. . from whence come wars? christian nations are the warlike nations of this world. christians have invented the most destructive weapons of war. christianity gave us the revolver, invented the rifle, made the bombshell; and christian nations here and there had above all other arts the art of war; and as christians they have no respect for the rights of barbarians or for the rights of any nation or tribe that happens to differ with them. see what it does in our society; we are divided off into little sects that used to discuss these questions with fire and sword, with chain and faggot, and that discuss, some of them, even to-day, with misrepresentation and slander. every day something happens to show me that the old spirit that that was in the inquisition still slumbers in the breasts of men. . another day of divine work i heard of a man going to california over the plains, and there was a clergyman on board, and he had a great deal to say, and finally he fell in conversation with the forty-niner, and the latter said to the clergyman, "do you believe that god made this world in six days?" "yes i do." they were then going along the humboldt. says he, "don't you think he could put in another day to advantage right around here?" . the donkey and the lion owing to the attitude of the churches for the last fifteen hundred years, truth-telling has not been a very lucrative business. as a rule, hypocrisy has worn the robes, and honesty the rags. that day is passing away. you cannot now answer the argument of a man by pointing at the holes in his coat. thomas paine attacked the church when it was powerful--when it had what is called honors to bestow--when it was the keeper of the public conscience--when it was strong and cruel. the church waited till he was dead, and then attacked his reputation and his clothes. once upon a time a donkey kicked a lion, but the lion was dead. . the orthodox christian the highest type of the orthodox christian does not forget; neither does he learn. he neither advances nor recedes. he is a living fossil embedded in that rock called faith. he makes no effort to better his condition, because all his strength is exhausted in keeping other people from improving theirs. the supreme desire of his heart is to force all others to adopt his creed, and in order to accomplish this object he denounces free-thinking as a crime, and this crime he calls heresy. when he had power, heresy was the most terrible and formidable of words. it meant confiscation, exile, imprisonment, torture, and death. . alms-dish and sword i will not say the church has been an unmitigated evil in all respects. its history is infamous and glorious. it has delighted in the production of extremes. it has furnished murderers for its own martyrs. it has sometimes fed the body, but has always starved the soul. it has been a charitable highwayman--a profligate beggar--a generous pirate. it has produced some angels and a multitude of devils. it has built more prisons than asylums. it made a hundred orphans while it cared for one. in one hand it has carried the alms-dish and in the other a sword. . the church the great robber the church has been, and still is, the great robber. she has rifled not only the pockets but the brains of the world. she is the stone at the sepulchre of liberty; the upas tree, in whose shade the intellect of man has withered; the gorgon beneath whose gaze the human heart has turned to stone. under her influence even the protestant mother expects to be happy in heaven, while her brave boy, who fell fighting for the rights of man, shall writhe in hell. . the church impotent the church, impotent and malicious, regrets, not the abuse, but the loss of her power, and seeks to hold by falsehood what she gained by cruelty and force, by fire and fear. christianity cannot live in peace with any other form of faith. . toleration let it be remembered that all churches have persecuted heretics to the extent of their power. toleration has increased only when and where the power of the church has diminished. from augustine until now the spirit of the christians has remained the same. there has been the same intolerance, the same undying hatred of all who think for themselves, and the same determination to crush out of the human brain all knowledge inconsistent with an ignorant creed. . shakespeare's plays v. sermons what would the church people think if the theatrical people should attempt to suppress the churches? what harm would it do to have an opera here tonight? it would elevate us more than to hear ten thousand sermons on the worm that never dies. there is more practical wisdom in one of the plays of shakespeare than in all the sacred books ever written. what wrong would there be to see one of those grand plays on sunday? there was a time when the church would not allow you to cook on sunday. you had to eat your victuals cold. there was a time they thought the more miserable you feel the better god feels. . why should the church be merciful? give any orthodox church the power, and to-day they would punish heresy with whip, and chain, and fire. as long as a church deems a certain belief essential to salvation, just so long it will kill and burn if it has the power. why should the church pity a man whom her god hates? why should she show mercy to a kind and noble heretic whom her god will burn in eternal fire? . the church and the infidel. cathedrals and domes, and chimes and chants--temples frescoed and groined and carved, and gilded with gold--altars and tapers, and paintings of virgin and babe--censer and chalice--chasuble, paten and alb--organs, and anthems and incense rising to the winged and blest--maniple, amice and stole--crosses and crosiers, tiaras and crowns--mitres and missals and masses--rosaries, relics and robes--martyrs and saints, and windows stained as with the blood of christ--never, never for one moment awed the brave, proud spirit of the infidel. he knew that all the pomp and glitter had been purchased with liberty--that priceless jewel of the soul. in looking at the cathedral he remembered the dungeon. the music of the organ was loud enough to drown the clank of fetters. he could not forget that the taper had lighted the fagot. he knew that the cross adorned the hilt of the sword, and so where others worshiped, he wept and scorned. . back to chaos suppose the church could control the world today, we would go back to chaos and old night philosophy would be branded as infamous; science would again press its pale and thoughtful face against the prison bars, and round the limbs of liberty would climb the bigot's flame. . infinite impudence of the church who can imagine the infinite impudence of a church assuming to think for the human race? who can imagine the infinite impudence of a church that pretends to be the mouthpiece of god, and in his name threatens to inflict eternal punishment upon those who honestly reject its claims and scorn its pretensions? by what right does a man, or an organization of men, or a god, claim to hold a brain in bondage? when a fact can be demonstrated, force is unnecessary; when it cannot be demonstrated, an appeal to force is infamous. in the presence of the unknown all have an equal right to think. . wanted!--a new method the world is covered with forts to protect christians from christians, and every sea is covered with iron monsters ready to blow christian brains into eternal froth. millions upon millions are annually expended in the effort to construct still more deadly and terrible engines of death. industry is crippled, honest toil is robbed, and even beggary is taxed to defray the expenses of christian warfare. there must be some other way to reform this world. . the kirk of scotland the church was ignorant, bloody, and relentless. in scotland the "kirk" was at the summit of its power. it was a full sister of the spanish inquisition. it waged war upon human nature. it was the enemy of happiness, the hater of joy, and the despiser of religious liberty. it taught parents to murder their children rather than to allow them to propagate error. if the mother held opinions of which the infamous "kirk" disapproved, her children were taken from her arms, her babe from her very bosom, and she was not allowed to see them, or to write them a word. it would not allow shipwrecked sailors to be rescued from drowning on sunday. it sought to annihilate pleasure, to pollute the heart by filling it with religious cruelty and gloom, and to change mankind into a vast horde of pious, heartless fiends. one of the most famous scotch divines said: "the kirk holds that religious toleration is not far from blasphemy." . the church looks back the church is, and always has been, incapable of a forward movement. religion always looks back. the church has already reduced spain to a guitar, italy to a hand-organ, and ireland to exile. . diogenes the church used painting, music and architecture, simply to degrade mankind. but there are men that nothing can awe. there have been at all times brave spirits that dared even the gods. some proud head has always been above the waves. in every age some diogenes has sacrificed to all the gods. true genius never cowers, and there is always some samson feeling for the pillars of authority. . the church and war it does seem as though the most zealous christian must at times entertain some doubt as to the divine origin of his religion. for eighteen hundred years the doctrine has been preached. for more than a thousand years the church had, to a great extent, the control of the civilized world, and what has been the result? are the christian nations patterns of charity and forbearance? on the contrary, their principal business is to destroy each other. more than five millions of christians are trained, educated, and drilled to murder their fellow-christians. every nation is groaning under a vast debt incurred in carrying on war against other christians. . the call to preach an old deacon, wishing to get rid of an unpopular preacher, advised him to give up the ministry and turn his attention to something else. the preacher replied that he could not conscientiously desert the pulpit, as he had had a "call" to the ministry. to which the deacon replied, "that may be so, but it's very unfortunate for you, that when god called you to preach, he forgot to call anybody to hear you." . burning servetus the maker of the presbyterian creed caused the fugitive servetus to be arrested for blasphemy. he was tried. calvin was his accuser. he was convicted and condemned to death by fire. on the morning of the fatal day, calvin saw him, and servetus, the victim, asked forgiveness of calvin, the murderer. servetus was bound to the stake, and the faggots were lighted. the wind carried the flames somewhat away from his body, so that he slowly roasted for hours. vainly he implored a speedy death. at last the flames climbed round his form; through smoke and fire his murderers saw a white, heroic face. and there they watched until a man became a charred and shriveled mass. liberty was banished from geneva, and nothing but presbyterianism was left. . freedom for the clergy one of the first things i wish to do is to free the orthodox clergy. i am a great friend of theirs, and in spite of all they may say against me, i am going to do them a great and lasting service. upon their necks are visible the marks of the collar, and upon their backs those of the lash. they are not allowed to read and think for themselves. they are taught like parrots, and the best are those who repeat, with the fewest mistakes, the sentences they have been taught. they sit like owls upon some dead limb of the tree of knowledge, and hoot the same old hoots that have been hooted for eighteen hundred years. . the pulpit weakening there was a time when a falsehood, fulminated from the pulpit, smote like a sword; but, the supply having greatly exceeded the demand, clerical misrepresentation has at last become almost an innocent amusement. remembering that only a few years ago men, women, and even children, were imprisoned, tortured and burned, for having expressed in an exceedingly mild and gentle way, the ideas entertained by me, i congratulate myself that calumny is now the pulpit's last resort. . origin of the priesthood this was the origin of the priesthood. the priest pretended to stand between the wrath of the gods and the helplessness of man. he was man's attorney at the court of heaven. he carried to the invisible world a flag of truce, a protest and a request. he came back with a command, with authority and with power. man fell upon his knees before his own servant, and the priest, taking advantage of the awe inspired by his supposed influence with the gods, made of his fellow-man a cringing hypocrite and slave. . the clergy on heaven the clergy, however, balance all the real ills of this life with the expected joys of the next. we are assured that all is perfection in heaven--there the skies are cloudless--there all is serenity and peace. here empires may be overthrown; dynasties may be extinguished in blood; millions of slaves may toil 'neath the fierce rays of the sun, and the cruel strokes of the lash; yet all is happiness in heaven. pestilences may strew the earth with corpses of the loved; the survivors may bend above them in agony--yet the placid bosom of heaven is unruffled. children may expire vainly asking for bread; babes may be devoured by serpents, while the gods sit smiling in the clouds. . the parson, the crane and the fish a devout clergyman sought every opportunity to impress upon the mind of his son the fact, that god takes care of all his creatures; that the falling sparrow attracts his attention, and that his loving-kindness is over all his works. happening, one day, to see a crane wading in quest of food, the good man pointed out to his son the perfect adaptation of the crane to get his living in that manner. "see," said he, "how his legs are formed for wading! what a long slender bill he has! observe how nicely he folds his feet when putting them in or drawing them out of the water! he does not cause the slightest ripple. he is thus enabled to approach the fish without giving them any notice of his arrival. my son," said he, "it is impossible to look at that bird without recognizing the design, as well as the goodness of god, in thus providing the means of subsistence." "yes," replied the boy, "i think i see the goodness of god, at least so far as the crane is concerned; but, after all, father, don't you think the arrangement a little tough on the fish?" . banish me from eden--but! give me the storm of tempest and action, rather than the dead calm of ignorance and faith. banish me from eden when you will; but first let me eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge! . the pulpit's cry of fear from every pulpit comes the same cry, born of the same fear: "lest they eat and become as gods, knowing good and evil." for this reason, religion hates science, faith detests reason, theology is the sworn enemy of philosophy, and the church with its flaming sword still guards the hated tree, and like its supposed founder, curses to the lowest depths the brave thinkers who eat and become as gods. . restive clergymen some of the clergy have the independence to break away, and the intellect to maintain themselves as free men, but the most are compelled to submit to the dictation of the orthodox, and the dead. they are not employed to give their thoughts, but simply to repeat the ideas of others. they are not expected to give even the doubts that may suggest themselves, but are required to walk in the narrow, verdureless path trodden by the ignorance of the past. the forests and fields on either side are nothing to them. . the parson factory at andover they have in massachusetts, at a place called andover, a kind of minister-factory; and every professor in that factory takes an oath once in every five years--that is as long as an oath will last--that not only has he not during the last five years, but so help him god, he will not during the next five years intellectually advance; and probably there is no oath he could easier keep. since the foundation of that institution there has not been one case of perjury. they believe the same creed they first taught when the foundation stone was laid, and now when they send out a minister they brand him as hardware from sheffield and birmingham. and every man who knows where he was educated knows his creed, knows every argument of his creed, every book that he reads, and just what he amounts to intellectually, and knows he will shrink and shrivel. . a charge to presbyteries go on, presbyteries and synods, go on! thrust the heretics out of the church--that is to say, throw away your brains,--put out your eyes. the infidels will thank you. they are willing to adopt your exiles. every deserter from your camp is a recruit for the army of progress. cling to the ignorant dogmas of the past; read the th psalm; gloat over the slaughter of mothers and babes; thank god for total depravity; shower your honors upon hypocrites, and silence every minister who is touched with that heresy called genius. be true to your history. turn out the astronomers, the geologists, the naturalists, the chemists, and all the honest scientists. with a whip of scorpions, drive them all out. we want them all. the bible . nature the true bible the true bible appeals to man in the name of demonstration. it has nothing to conceal. it has no fear of being read, of being contradicted, of being investigated and understood. it does not pretend to be holy, or sacred; it simply claims to be true. it challenges the scrutiny of all, and implores every reader to verify every line for himself. it is incapable of being blasphemed. this book appeals to all the surroundings of man. each thing that exists testifies of its perfection. the earth, with its heart of fire and crowns of snow; with its forests and plains, its rocks and seas; with its every wave and cloud; with its every leaf and bud and flower, confirms its every word, and the solemn stars, shining in the infinite abysses, are the eternal witnesses of its truth. . inspiration i will tell you what i mean by inspiration. i go and look at the sea, and the sea says something to me; it makes an impression upon my mind. that impression depends, first, upon my experience; secondly, upon my intellectual capacity. another looks upon the same sea. he has a different brain, he has had a different experience, he has different memories and different hopes. the sea may speak to him of joy and to me of grief and sorrow. the sea cannot tell the same thing to two beings, because no two human beings have had the same experience. so, when i look upon a flower, or a star, or a painting, or a statue, the more i know about sculpture the more that statue speaks to me. the more i have had of human experience, the more i have read, the greater brain i have, the more the star says to me. in other words, nature says to me all that i am capable of understanding. . the th psalm! think of a god wicked and malicious enough to inspire this prayer in the th psalm. think of one infamous enough to answer it. had this inspired psalm been found in some temple erected for the worship of snakes, or in the possession of some cannibal king, written with blood upon the dried skins of babes, there would have been a perfect harmony between its surroundings and its sentiments. . i don't believe the bible now, i read the bible, and i find that god so loved this world that he made up his mind to damn the most of us. i have read this book, and what shall i say of it? i believe it is generally better to be honest. now, i don't believe the bible. had i not better say so? they say that if you do you will regret it when you come to die. if that be true, i know a great many religious people who will have no cause to regret it--they don't tell their honest convictions about the bible. . the bible the real persecutor the bible was the real persecutor. the bible burned heretics, built dungeons, founded the inquisition, and trampled upon all the liberties of men. how long, o how long will mankind worship a book? how long will they grovel in the dust before the ignorant legends of the barbaric past? how long, o how long will they pursue phantoms in a darkness deeper than death? . immoralities of the bible the believers in the bible are loud in their denunciation of what they are pleased to call the immoral literature of the world; and yet few books have been published containing more moral filth than this inspired word of god. these stories are not redeemed by a single flash of wit or humor. they never rise above the dull details of stupid vice. for one, i cannot afford to soil my pages with extracts from them; and all such portions of the scriptures i leave to be examined, written upon, and explained by the clergy. clergymen may know some way by which they can extract honey from these flowers. until these passages are expunged from the old testament, it is not a fit book to be read by either old or young. it contains pages that no minister in the united states would read to his congregation for any reward whatever. there are chapters that no gentleman would read in the presence of a lady. there are chapters that no father would read to his child. there are narratives utterly unfit to be told; and the time will come when mankind will wonder that such a book was ever called inspired. . the bible stands in the way but as long as the bible is considered as the work of god, it will be hard to make all men too good and pure to imitate it; and as long as it is imitated there will be vile and filthy books. the literature of our country will not be sweet and clean until the bible ceases to be regarded as the production of a god. . the bible false in the days of thomas paine the church believed and taught that every word in the bible was absolutely true. since his day it has been proven false in its cosmogony, false in its astronomy, false in its chronology, false in its history, and so far as the old testament is concerned, false in almost everything. there are but few, if any, scientific men who apprehend that the bible is literally true. who on earth at this day would pretend to settle any scientific question by a text from the bible? the old belief is confined to the ignorant and zealous. the church itself will before long be driven to occupy the position of thomas paine. . the man i love i love any man who gave me, or helped to give me, the liberty i enjoy to-night. i love every man who helped put our flag in heaven. i love every man who has lifted his voice in all the ages for liberty, for a chainless body, and a fetterless brain. i love every man who has given to every other human being every right that he claimed for himself. i love every man who thought more of principle than he did of position. i love the men who have trampled crowns beneath their feet that they might do something for mankind. . whale, jonah and all the best minds of the orthodox world, to-day, are endeavoring to prove the existence of a personal deity. all other questions occupy a minor place. you are no longer asked to swallow the bible whole, whale, jonah and all; you are simply required to believe in god, and pay your pew-rent. there is not now an enlightened minister in the world who will seriously contend that samson's strength was in his hair, or that the necromancers of egypt could turn water into blood, and pieces of wood into serpents. these follies have passed away. . damned for laughing at samson for my part, i would infinitely prefer to know all the results of scientific investigation, than to be inspired as moses was. supposing the bible to be true; why is it any worse or more wicked for free thinkers to deny it, than for priests to deny the doctrine of evolution, or the dynamic theory of heat? why should we be damned for laughing at samson and his foxes, while others, holding the nebular hypothesis in utter contempt, go straight to heaven? . the man, not the book, inspired now when i come to a book, for instance i read the writings of shakespeare--shakespeare, the greatest human being who ever existed upon this globe. what do i get out of him? all that i have sense enough to understand. i get my little cup full. let another read him who knows nothing of the drama, who knows nothing of the impersonation of passion; what does he get from him? very little. in other words, every man gets from a book, a flower, a star, or the sea, what he is able to get from his intellectual development and experience. do you then believe that the bible is a different book to every human being that receives it? i do. can god, then, through the bible, make the same revelation to two men? he cannot. why? because the man who reads is the man who inspires. inspiration is in the man and not in the book. . the bible a chain the real oppressor, enslaver and corrupter of the people is the bible. that book is the chain that binds, the dungeon that holds the clergy. that book spreads the pall of superstition over the colleges and schools. that book puts out the eyes of science, and makes honest investigation a crime. that book unmans the politician and degrades the people. that book fills the world with bigotry, hypocrisy and fear. . absurd and foolish fables volumes might be written upon the infinite absurdity of this most incredible, wicked and foolish of all the fables contained in that repository of the impossible, called the bible. to me it is a matter of amazement, that it ever was for a moment believed by any intelligent human being. . the bible the work of man is it not infinitely more reasonable to say that this book is the work of man, that it is filled with mingled truth and error, with mistakes and facts, and reflects, too faithfully perhaps, the "very form and pressure of its time?" if there are mistakes in the bible, certainly they were made by man. if there is anything contrary to nature, it was written by man. if there is anything immoral, cruel, heartless or infamous, it certainly was never written by a being worthy of the adoration of mankind. . something to admire, not laugh at it strikes me that god might write a book that would not necessarily excite the laughter of his children. in fact, i think it would be safe to say that a real god could produce a work that would excite the admiration of mankind. . an intellectual deformity the man who now regards the old testament as, in any sense, a sacred or inspired book, is, in my judgment, an intellectual and moral deformity. there is in it so much that is cruel, ignorant, and ferocious, that it is to me a matter of amazement that it was ever thought to be the work of a most merciful deity. . the bible a poor product admitting that the bible is the book of god, is that his only good job? will not a man be damned as quick for denying the equator as denying the bible? will he not be damned as quick for denying geology as for denying the scheme of salvation? when the bible was first written it was not believed. had they known as much about science as we know now, that bible would not have been written. . the bible the battle ground of sects every sect is a certificate that god has not plainly revealed his will to man. to each reader the bible conveys a different meaning. about the meaning of this book, called a revelation, there have been ages of war, and centuries of sword and flame. if written by an infinite god, he must have known that these results must follow; and thus knowing, he must be responsible for all. . the bible childish paine thought the barbarities of the old testament inconsistent with what he deemed the real character of god. he believed that murder, massacre and indiscriminate slaughter had never been commanded by the deity. he regarded much of the bible as childish, unimportant and foolish. the scientific world entertains the same opinion. paine attacked the bible precisely in the same spirit in which he had attacked the pretensions of kings. he used the same weapons. all the pomp in the world could not make him cower. his reason knew no "holy of holies," except the abode of truth. . where moses got the pentateuch nothing can be clearer than that moses received from the egyptians the principal parts of his narrative, making such changes and additions as were necessary to satisfy the peculiar superstitions of his own people. . god's letter to his children according to the theologians, god, the father of us all, wrote a letter to his children. the children have always differed somewhat as to the meaning of this letter. in consequence of these honest differences, these brothers began to cut out each other's hearts. in every land, where this letter from god has been read, the children to whom and for whom it was written have been filled with hatred and malice. they have imprisoned and murdered each other, and the wives and children of each other. in the name of god every possible crime has been committed, every conceivable outrage has been perpetrated. brave men, tender and loving women, beautiful girls, and prattling babes have been exterminated in the name of jesus christ. . examination a crime the church has burned honesty and rewarded hypocrisy. and all this, because it was commanded by a book--a book that men had been taught implicitly to believe, long before they knew one word that was in it. they had been taught that to doubt the truth of this book--to examine it, even--was a crime of such enormity that it could not be forgiven, either in this world or in the next. . read the bible--and then! all that is necessary, as it seems to me, to convince any reasonable person that the bible is simply and purely of human invention--of barbarian invention--is to read it. read it as you would any other book; think of it as you would any other; get the bandage of reverence from your eyes; drive from your heart the phantom of fear; push from the throne of your brain the cowled form of superstition--then read the holy bible, and you will be amazed that you ever, for one moment, supposed a being of infinite wisdom, goodness and purity, to be the author of such ignorance and such atrocity. . an infallible book makes slaves whether the bible is false or true, is of no consequence in comparison with the mental freedom of the race. salvation through slavery is worthless. salvation from slavery is inestimable. as long as man believes the bible to be infallible, that book is his master. the civilization of this century is not the child of faith, but of unbelief--the result of free thought. . can a sane man believe in inspiration? what man who ever thinks, can believe that blood can appease god? and yet our entire system of religion is based on that belief. the jews pacified jehovah with the blood of animals, and according to the christian system, the blood of jesus softened the heart of god a little, and rendered possible the salvation of a fortunate few. it is hard to conceive how any sane man can read the bible and still believe in the doctrine of inspiration. . an inspiration test the bible was originally written in the hebrew language, and the hebrew language at that time had no vowels in writing. it was written entirely with consonants, and without being divided into chapters and verses, and there was no system of punctuation whatever. after you go home to-night write an english sentence or two with only consonants close together, and you will find that it will take twice as much inspiration to read it as it did to write it. . the real bible the real bible is not the work of inspired men, nor prophets, nor evangelists, nor of christs. the real bible has not yet been written, but is being written. every man who finds a fact adds a word to this great book. . the bad passages in the bible not inspired the bad passages in the bible are not inspired. no god ever upheld human slavery, polygamy or a war of extermination. no god ever ordered a soldier to sheathe his sword in the breast of a mother. no god ever ordered a warrior to butcher a smiling, prattling babe. no god ever upheld tyranny. no god ever said, be subject to the powers that be. no god ever endeavored to make man a slave and woman a beast of burden. there are thousands of good passages in the bible. many of them are true. there are in it wise laws, good customs, some lofty and splendid things. and i do not care whether they are inspired or not, so they are true. but what i do insist upon is that the bad is not inspired. . too much pictorial there is no hope for you. it is just as bad to deny hell as it is to deny heaven. prof. swing says the bible is a poem. dr. ryder says it is a picture. the garden of eden is pictorial; a pictorial snake and a pictorial woman, i suppose, and a pictorial man, and may be it was a pictorial sin. and only a pictorial atonement! . one plow worth a million sermons man must learn to rely upon himself. reading bibles will not protect him from the blasts of winter, but houses, fire and clothing will. to prevent famine one plow is worth a million sermons, and even patent medicines will cure more diseases than all the prayers uttered since the beginning of the world. infidels . the infidels of by the efforts of these infidels--paine, jefferson and franklin--the name of god was left out of the constitution of the united states. they knew that if an infinite being was put in, no room would be left for the people. they knew that if any church was made the mistress of the state, that mistress, like all others, would corrupt, weaken, and destroy. washington wished a church, established by law, in virginia. he was prevented by thomas jefferson. it was only a little while ago that people were compelled to attend church by law in the eastern states, and taxes were raised for the support of churches the same as for the construction of highways and bridges. the great principle enunciated in the constitution has silently repealed most of these laws. in the presence of this great instrument the constitutions of the states grew small and mean, and in a few years every law that puts a chain upon the mind, except in delaware, will be repealed, and for these our children may thank the infidels of . . the legitimate influence of religion religion should have the influence upon mankind that its goodness, that its morality, its justice, its charity, its reason and its argument give it, and no more. religion should have the effect upon mankind that it necessarily has, and no more. . infidels the flowers of the world the infidels have been the brave and thoughtful men; the flower of all the world; the pioneers and heralds of the blessed day of liberty and love; the generous spirits of the unworthy past; the seers and prophets of our race; the great chivalric souls, proud victors on the battle-fields of thought, the creditors of all the years to be. . the noblest sons of, earth who at the present day can imagine the courage, the devotion to principle, the intellectual and moral grandeur it once required to be an infidel, to brave the church, her racks, her fagots, her dungeons, her tongues of fire--to defy and scorn her heaven and her hell--her devil and her god? they were the noblest sons of earth. they were the real saviors of our race, the destroyers of superstition, and the creators of science. they were the real titans who bared their grand foreheads to all the thunderbolts of all the gods. . how ingersoll became an infidel i may say right here that the christian idea that any god can make me his friend by killing mine is about as great a mistake as could be made. they seem to have the idea that just as soon as god kills all the people that a person loves, he will then begin to love the lord. what drew my attention first to these questions was the doctrine of eternal punishment. this was so abhorrent to my mind that i began to hate the book in which it was taught. then, in reading law, going back to find the origin of laws, i found one had to go but a little way before the legislator and priest united. this led me to study a good many of the religions of the world. at first i was greatly astonished to find most of them better than ours. i then studied our own system to the best of my ability, and found that people were palming off upon children and upon one another as the inspired words of god a book that upheld slavery, polygamy, and almost every other crime. whether i am right or wrong, i became convinced that the bible is not an inspired book, and then the only question for me to settle was as to whether i should say what i believed or not. this realty was not the question in my mind, because, before even thinking of such a question, i expressed my belief, and i simply claim that right, and expect to exercise it as long as i live. i may be damned for it in the next world, but it is a great source of pleasure to me in this. . why should infidels die in fear? why should it be taken for granted that the men who devoted their lives to the liberation of their fellowmen should have been hissed at in the hour of death by the snakes of conscience, while men who defended slavery--practiced polygamy--justified the stealing of babes from the breasts of mothers, and lashed the naked back of unpaid labor, are supposed to have passed smilingly from earth to the embraces of the angels? why should we think that the brave thinkers, the investigators, the honest men must have left the crumbling shore of time in dread and fear, while the instigators of the massacre of st. bartholomew, the inventors and users of thumb screws, of iron boots and racks, the burners and tearers of human flesh, the stealers, the whippers, and the enslavers of men, the buyers and beaters of maidens, mothers, and babes, the founders of the inquisition, the makers of chains, the builders of dungeons, the calumniators of the living, the slanderers of the dead, and even the murderers of jesus christ, all died in the odor of sanctity, with white, forgiven hands folded upon the breasts of peace, while the destroyers of prejudice, the breakers of fetters, the creators of light, died surrounded by the fierce fiends of god? . infidelity is liberty infidelity is liberty; all religion is slavery. in every creed man is the slave of god--woman is the slave of man and the sweet children are the slaves of all. we do not want creeds; we want knowledge--we want happiness. . the world in debt to infidels what would the world be if infidels had never been? let us be honest. did all the priests of rome increase the mental wealth of man as much as bruno? did all the priests of france do as great a work for the civilization of the world as diderot and voltaire? did all the ministers of scotland add as much to the sum of human knowledge as david hume? have all the clergymen, monks, friars, ministers, priests, bishops, cardinals, and popes, from the day of pentecost to the last election, done as much for human liberty as thomas paine? . infidels the pioneers of progress the history of intellectual progress is written in the lives of infidels. political rights have been preserved by traitors--the liberty of the mind by heretics. to attack the king was treason--to dispute the priest was blasphemy. the sword and cross were allies. they defended each other. the throne and the altar were twins--vultures from the same egg. it was james i. who said: "no bishop, no king." he might have said: "no cross, no crown." the king owned the bodies, and the priest the souls, of men. one lived on taxes, the other on alms. one was a robber, the other a beggar. these robbers and beggars controlled two worlds. the king made laws, the priest made creeds. with bowed backs the people received the burdens of the one, and, with wonder's open mouth, the dogmas of the other. if any aspired to be free, they were slaughtered by the king, and every priest was a herod who slaughtered the children of the brain. the king ruled by force, the priest by fear, and both by both. the king said to the people: "god made you peasants, and he made me king. he made rags and hovels for you, robes and palaces for me. such is the justice of god." and the priest said: "god made you ignorant and vile. he made me holy and wise. if you do not obey me, god will punish you here and torment you hereafter. such is the mercy of god." . infidels the great discoverers infidels are the intellectual discoverers. they sail the unknown seas, and in the realms of thought they touch the shores of other worlds. an infidel is the finder of a new fact--one who in the mental sky has seen another star. he is an intellectual capitalist, and for that reason excites the envy of theological paupers. . the altar of reason virtue is a subordination, of the passions to the intellect. it is to act in accordance with your highest convictions. it does not consist in believing, but in doing. this is the sublime truth that the infidels in all ages have uttered. they have handed the torch from one to the other through all the years that have fled. upon the altar of reason they have kept the sacred fire, and through the long midnight of faith they fed the divine flame. gods and devils . every nation has created a god each nation has created a god, and the god has always resembled his creators. he hated and loved what they hated and loved. each god was intensely patriotic, and detested all nations but his own. all these gods demanded praise, flattery and worship. most of them were pleased with sacrifice, and the smell of innocent blood has ever been considered a divine perfume. all these gods have insisted on having a vast number of priests, and the priests have always insisted upon being supported by the people; and the principle business of these priests has been to boast that their god could easily vanquish all the other gods put together. . gods with back-hair man, having always been the physical superior of woman, accounts for the fact that most of the high gods have been males. had women been the physical superior; the powers supposed to be the rulers of nature would have been woman, and instead of being represented in the apparel of man, they would have luxuriated in trains, low-necked dresses, laces and back-hair. . creation the decomposition of the infinite admitting that a god did create the universe, the question then arises, of what did he create it? it certainly was not made of nothing. nothing, considered in the light of a raw material, is a most decided failure. it follows, then, that the god must have made the universe out of himself, he being the only existence. the universe is material, and if it was made of god, the god must have been material. with this very thought in his mind, anaximander of miletus, said: "creation is the decomposition of the infinite." . the gods are as the people are no god was ever in advance of the nation that created him. the negroes represented their deities with black skins and curly hair: the mongolian gave to his a yellow complexion and dark almond-shaped eyes. the jews were not allowed to paint theirs, or we should have seen jehovah with a full beard, an oval face, and an aquiline nose. zeus was a perfect greek, and jove looked as though a member of the roman senate. the gods of egypt had the patient face and placid look of the loving people who made them. the gods of northern countries were represented warmly clad in robes of fur; those of the tropics were naked. the gods of india were often mounted upon elephants; those of some islanders were great swimmers, and the deities of the arctic zone were passionately fond of whale's blubber. . gods shouldn't make mistakes generally the devotee has modeled them after himself, and has given them hands, heads, feet, eyes, ears, and organs of speech. each nation made its gods and devils not only speak its language, but put in their mouths the same mistakes in history, geography, astronomy, and in all matters of fact, generally made by the people. . miracles no one, in the world's whole history, ever attempted to substantiate a truth by a miracle. truth scorns the assistance of miracle. nothing but falsehood ever attested itself by signs and wonders. no miracle ever was performed, and no sane man ever thought he had performed one, and until one is performed, there can be no evidence of the existence of any power superior to, and independent of nature. . plenty of gods on hand man has never been at a loss for gods. he has worshipped almost everything, including the vilest and most disgusting beasts. he has worshipped fire, earth, air, water, light, stars, and for hundreds, of ages prostrated himself before enormous snakes. savage tribes often make gods of articles they get from civilized people. the todas worship a cowbell. the kodas worship two silver plates, which they regard as husband and wife, and another tribe manufactured a god out of a king of hearts. . the devil difficulty in the olden times the existence of devils was universally admitted. the people had no doubt upon that subject, and from such belief it followed as a matter of course, that a person, in order to vanquish these devils, had either to be a god, or to be assisted by one. all founders of religions have established their claims to divine origin by controlling evil spirits, and suspending the laws of nature. casting out devils was a certificate of divinity. a prophet, unable to cope with the powers of darkness, was regarded with contempt. the utterance of the highest and noblest sentiments, the most blameless and holy life, commanded but little respect, unless accompanied by power to work miracles and command spirits. . was the devil an idiot? the christians now claim that jesus was god. if he was god, of course the devil knew that fact, and yet, according to this account, the devil took the omnipotent god and placed him upon a pinnacle of the temple, and endeavored to induce him, to dash himself against the earth. failing in that, he took the creator, owner and governor of the universe up into an exceeding high mountain, and offered him this world--this grain of sand--if he, the god of all the worlds, would fall down and worship him, a poor devil, without even a tax title to one foot of dirt! is it possible the devil was such an idiot? should any great credit be given to this deity for not being caught with such chaff? think of it! the devil--the prince of sharpers--the king of cunning--the master of finesse, trying to bribe god with a grain of sand that belonged to god! . industrious deities few nations have been so poor as to have but one god. gods were made so easily, and the raw material cost so little, that generally the god market was fairly glutted, and heaven crammed with these phantoms. these gods not only attended to the skies, but were supposed to interfere in all the affairs of men. they presided over everybody and everything. they attended to every department. all was supposed to be under their immediate control. nothing was too small--nothing too large; the falling of sparrows and the motions of the planets were alike attended to by these industrious and observing deities. . god in idleness if a god created the universe, then, there must have been a time when he commenced to create. back of that time there must have been an eternity, during which there had existed nothing--absolutely nothing--except this supposed god. according to this theory, this god spent an eternity, so to speak, in an infinite vacuum, and in perfect idleness. . fancy a devil drowning a world one of these gods, according to the account, drowned an entire world, with the exception of eight persons. the old, the young, the beautiful and the helpless were remorselessly devoured by the shoreless sea. this, the most fearful tragedy that the imagination of ignorant priests ever conceived, was the act, not of a devil, but of a god, so-called, whom men ignorantly worship unto this day. what a stain such an act would leave upon the character of a devil! . some gods very particular about little things from their starry thrones they frequently came to the earth for the purpose of imparting information to man. it is related of one that he came amid thunderings and lightnings in order to tell the people that they should not cook a kid in its mother's milk. some left their shining abodes to tell women that they should, or should not, have children, to inform a priest how to cut and wear his apron, and to give directions as to the proper manner of cleaning the intestines of a bird. the gods of to-day the scorn of to-morrow nations, like individuals, have their periods of youth, of manhood and decay. religions are the same. the same inexorable destiny awaits them all. the gods created by the nations must perish with their creators. they were created by men, and like men, they must pass away. the deities of one age are the by-words of the next. . no evidence of a god in nature the best minds, even in the religious world, admit that in the material nature there is no evidence of what they are pleased to call a god. they find their evidence in the phenomena of intelligence, and very innocently assert that intelligence is above, and in fact, opposed to nature. they insist that man, at least, is a special creation; that he has somewhere in his brain a divine spark, a little portion of the "great first cause." they say that matter cannot produce thought; but that thought can produce matter. they tell us that man has intelligence, and therefore there must be an intelligence greater than his. why not say, god has intelligence, therefore there must be an intelligence greater than his? so far as we know, there is no intelligence apart from matter. we cannot conceive of thought, except as produced within a brain. . great variety in gods gods have been manufactured after numberless models., and according to the most grotesque fashions. some have a thousand arms, some a hundred heads, some are adorned with necklaces of living snakes, some are armed with clubs, some with sword and shield, some with bucklers, and some have wings as a cherub; some were invisible, some would show themselves entire, and some would only show their backs; some were jealous, some were foolish, some turned themselves into men, some into swans, some into bulls, some into doves, and some into holy-ghosts, and made love to the beautiful daughters of men: some were married--all ought to have been--and some were considered as old bachelors from all eternity. some had children, and the children were turned into gods and worshiped as their fathers had been. most of these gods were revengeful, savage, lustful, and ignorant. as they generally depended upon their priests for information, their ignorance can hardly excite our astonishment. . god grows smaller "but," says the religionist, "you cannot explain everything; and that which you cannot explain, that which you do not comprehend, is my god." we are explaining more every day. we are understanding more every day; consequently your god is growing smaller every day. . give the devil his due if the account given in genesis is really true, ought we not, after all, to thank this serpent? he was the first schoolmaster, the first advocate of learning, the first enemy of ignorance, the first to whisper in human ears the sacred word liberty, the creator of ambition, the author of modesty, of inquiry, of doubt, of investigation, of progress and of civilization. . casting out devils even christ, the supposed son of god, taught that persons were possessed of evil spirits, and frequently, according to the account, gave proof of his divine origin and mission by frightening droves of devils out of his unfortunate countrymen. casting out devils was his principal employment, and the devils thus banished generally took occasion to acknowledge him as the true messiah; which was not only very kind of them, but quite fortunate for him. . on the horns of a dilemma the history of religion is simply the story of man's efforts in all ages to avoid one of two great powers, and to pacify the other. both powers have inspired little else than abject fear. the cold, calculating sneer of the devil, and the frown of god, were equally terrible. in any event, man's fate was to be arbitrarily fixed forever by an unknown power superior to all law, and to all fact. . the devil and the swine how are you going to prove a miracle? how would you go to work to prove that the devil entered into a drove of swine? who saw it, and who would know a devil if he did see him? . how can i assist god? some tell me that it is the desire of god that i should worship him? what for? that i should sacrifice something to him? what for? is he in want? can i assist him? if he is in want and i can assist him and will not, i would be an ingrate and an infamous wretch. but i am satisfied that i cannot by any possibility assist the infinite. whom can i assist? my fellow men. i can help feed the hungry, clothe the naked, enlighten ignorance. i can help at least, in some degree, toward covering this world with a mantle of joy i may be wrong, but i do not believe that there is any being in this universe who gives rain for praise, who gives sunshine for prayer, or who blesses a man simply because he kneels. . can god be improved? if the infinite "father" allows a majority of his children to live in ignorance and wretchedness now, what evidence is there that he will ever improve their condition? will god have more power? will he become more merciful? will his love for his poor creatures increase? can the conduct of infinite wisdom, power and love ever change? is the infinite capable of any improvement whatever? . that dreadful apple! according to the theologians, god prepared this globe expressly for the habitation of his loved children, and yet he filled the forests with ferocious beasts; placed serpents in every path; stuffed the world with earthquakes, and adorned its surface with mountains of flame. notwithstanding all this, we are told that the world is perfect; that it was created by a perfect being, and is therefore necessarily perfect. the next moment, these same persons will tell us that the world was cursed; covered with brambles, thistles and thorns, and that man was doomed to disease and death, simply because our poor, dear mother ate an apple contrary to the command of an arbitrary god. . the devils better than the gods our ancestors not only had their god-factories, but they made devils as well. these devils were generally disgraced and fallen gods. these devils generally sympathized with man. in nearly all the theologies, mythologies and religions, the devils have been much more humane and merciful than the gods. no devil ever gave one of his generals an order to kill children and to rip open the bodies of pregnant women. such barbarities were always ordered by the good gods! the pestilences were sent by the most merciful gods! the frightful famine, during which the dying child with pallid lips sucked the withered bosom of a dead mother, was sent by the loving gods. no devil was ever charged with such fiendish brutality. . is it possible? is it possible that an infinite god created this world simply to be the dwelling-place of slaves and serfs? simply for the purpose of raising orthodox christians? that he did a few miracles to astonish them; that all the evils of life are simply his punishments, and that he is finally going to turn heaven into a kind of religious museum filled with baptist barnacles, petrified presbyterians and methodist mummies? i want no heaven for which i must give my reason; no happiness in exchange for my liberty, and no immortality that demands the surrender of my individuality. better rot in the windowless tomb, to which there is no door but the red mouth of the pallid worm, than wear the jeweled collar even of a god. . it is impossible! it is impossible to conceive of a more thoroughly despicable, hateful, and arrogant being, than the jewish god. he is without a redeeming feature. in the mythology of the world he has no parallel. he, only, is never touched by agony and tears. he delights only in blood and pain. human affections are naught to him. he cares neither for love nor music, beauty nor joy. a false friend, an unjust judge, a braggart, hypocrite, and tyrant. compared with jehovah, pharaoh was a benefactor, and the tyranny of egypt was freedom to those who suffered the liberty of god. heaven and hell . hope of a future life for my part i know nothing of any other state of existence, either before or after this, and i have never become personally acquainted with anybody who did. there may be another life, and if there is the best way to prepare for it is by making somebody happy in this. god certainly cannot afford to put a man in hell who has made a little heaven in this world. i hope there is another life. i would like to see how things come out in this world when i am dead. there are some people i should like to see again, but if there is no other life i shall never know it. . i am immortal so far as i am concerned i am immortal; that is to say, i can't recollect when i did not exist, and there never will be a time when i will remember that i do not exist. i would like to have several millions of dollars, and i may say i have a lively hope that some day i may be rich; but to tell you the truth i have very little evidence of it. our hope of immortality does not come from any religions, but nearly all religions come from that hope. the old testament, instead of telling us that we are immortal, tells us how we lost immortality. you will recollect that if adam and eve could have gotten to the tree of life, they would have eaten of its fruit and would have lived forever; but for the purpose of preventing immortality god turned them out of the garden of eden, and put certain angels with swords or sabres at the gate to keep them from getting back. the old testament proves, if it proves anything, which i do not think it does, that there is no life after this; and the new testament is not very specific on the subject. there were a great many opportunities for the savior and his apostles to tell us about another world, but they didn't improve them to any great extent; and the only evidence so far as i know about another life is, first, that we have no evidence; and, secondly, that we are rather sorry that we have not, and wish we had. that is about my position. . what if death does end all? and suppose, after all, that death does end all. next to eternal joy, next to being forever with those we love and those who have loved us, next to that is to be wrapped in the dreamless drapery of eternal peace. next to eternal life is eternal death. upon the shadowy shore of death the sea of trouble casts no wave. eyes that have been curtained by the everlasting dark will never know again the touch of tears. lips that have been touched by the eternal silence will never utter another word of grief. hearts of dust do not break. the dead do not weep. and i had rather think of those i have loved, and those i have lost, as having returned to earth, as having become a part of the elemental wealth of the the world. i would rather think of them as unconscious dust. i would rather think of them as gurgling in the stream, floating in the cloud, bursting into light upon the shores of worlds. i would rather think of them thus than to have even a suspicion that their souls had been clutched by an orthodox god. . the old world ignorant of destiny moses differed from most of the makers of sacred books by his failure to say anything of a future life, by failing to promise heaven, and to threaten hell. upon the subject of a future state, there is not one word in the pentateuch. probably at that early day god did not deem it important to make a revelation as to the eternal destiny of man. he seems to have thought that he could control the jews, at least, by rewards and punishments in this world, and so he kept the frightful realities of eternal joy and torment a profound secret from the people of his choice. he thought it far more important to tell the jews their origin than to enlighten them as to their destiny. . where the doctrine of hell was born i honestly believe that the doctrine of hell was born in the glittering eyes of snakes that run in frightful coils watching for their prey. i believe it was born in the yelping and howling and growling and snarling of wild beasts. i believe it was born in the grin of hyenas and in the malicious clatter of depraved apes. i despise it, i defy it, and i hate it; and when the great ship freighted with the world goes down in the night of death, chaos and disaster, i will not be guilty of the ineffable meanness of pushing from my breast my wife and children and paddling off in some orthodox canoe. i will go down with those i love and with those who love me. i will go down with the ship and with my race. i will go where there is sympathy. i will go with those i love. nothing can make me believe that there is any being that is going to burn and torment and damn his children forever. . the grand companionships of hell since hanging has got to be a means of grace, i would prefer hell. i had a thousand times rather associate with the pagan philosophers than with the inquisitors of the middle ages. i certainly should prefer the worst man in greek or roman history to john calvin, and i can imagine no man in the world that i would not rather sit on the same bench with than the puritan fathers and the founders of orthodox churches. i would trade off my harp any minute for a seat in the other country. all the poets will be in perdition, and the greatest thinkers, and, i should think, most of the women whose society would tend to increase the happiness of man, nearly all the painters, nearly all the sculptors, nearly all the writers of plays, nearly all the great actors, most of the best musicians, and nearly all the good fellows--the persons who know good stories, who can sing songs, or who will loan a friend a dollar. they will mostly all be in that country, and if i did not live there permanently, i certainly would want it so i could spend my winter months there. . horror of horrors! let me put one case and i will be through with this branch of the subject. a husband and wife love each other. the husband is a good fellow and the wife a splendid woman. they live and love each other and all at once he is taken sick, and they watch day after day and night after night around his bedside until their property is wasted and finally she has to go to work, and she works through eyes blinded with tears, and the sentinel of love watches at the bedside of her prince, and at the least breath or the least motion she is awake; and she attends him night after night and day after day for years, and finally he dies, and she has him in her arms and covers his wasted face with the tears of agony and love. he is a believer and she is not. he dies, and she buries him and puts flowers above his grave, and she goes there in the twilight of evening and she takes her children, and tells her little boys and girls through her tears how brave and how true and how tender their father was, and finally she dies and goes to hell, because she was not a believer; and he goes to the battlements of heaven and looks over and sees the woman who loved him with all the wealth of her love, and whose tears made his dead face holy and sacred, and he looks upon her in the agonies of hell without having his happiness diminished in the least. with all due respect to everybody i say, damn any such doctrine as that. . the drama of damnation when you come to die, as you look back upon the record of your life, no matter how many men you have wrecked and ruined, and no matter how many women you have deceived and deserted--all that may be forgiven you; but if you recollect that you have laughed at god's book you will see through the shadows of death, the leering looks of fiends and the forked tongues of devils. let me show you how it will be. for instance, it is the day of judgment. when the man is called up by the recording secretary, or whoever does the cross-examining, he says to his soul: "where are you from?" "i am from the world." "yes, sir. what kind of a man were you?" "well, i don't like to talk about myself." "but you have to. what kind of a man were you?" "well, i was a good fellow; i loved my wife; i loved my children. my home was my heaven; my fireside was my paradise, and to sit there and see the lights and shadows falling on the faces of those i love, that to me was a perpetual joy. i never gave one of them a solitary moment of pain. i don't owe a dollar in the world, and i left enough to pay my funeral expenses and keep the wolf of want from the door of the house i loved. that is the kind of a man i am." "did you belong to any church?" "i did not. they were too narrow for me. they were always expecting to be happy simply because somebody else was to be damned." "well, did you believe that rib story?" "what rib story? do you mean that adam and eve business? no, i did not. to tell you the god's truth, that was a little more than i could swallow." "to hell with him! next. where are you from?" "i'm from the world, too." "do you belong to any church?" "yes, sir, and to the young men's christian association." "what is your business?" "cashier in a bank." "did you ever run off with any of the money?" "i don't like to tell, sir." "well, but you have to." "yes, sir; i did." "what kind of a bank did you have?" "a savings bank." "how much did you run off with?" "one hundred thousand dollars." "did you take anything else along with you?" "yes, sir." "what?" "i took my neighbor's wife." "did you have a wife and children of your own?" "yes, sir." "and you deserted them?" "oh, yes; but such was my confidence in god that i believed he would take care of them." "have you heard of them since?" "no, sir." "did you believe that rib story?" "ah, bless your soul, yes! i believed all of it, sir; i often used to be sorry that there were not harder stories yet in the bible, so that i could show what my faith could do." "you believed it, did you?" "yes, with all my heart." "give him a harp." . annihilation rather than be a god no god has a right to make a man he intends to drown. eternal wisdom has no right to make a poor investment, no right to engage in a speculation that will not finally pay a dividend. no god has a right to make a failure, and surely a man who is to be damned forever is not a conspicuous success. yet upon love's breast, the church has placed that asp; around the child of immortality the church has coiled the worm that never dies. for my part i want no heaven, if there is to be a hell. i would rather be annihilated than be a god and know that one human soul would have to suffer eternal agony. . "all that have red hair shall be damned." i admit that most christians are honest--always have admitted it. i admit that most ministers are honest, and that they are doing the best they can in their way for the good of mankind; but their doctrines are hurtful; they do harm in the world; and i am going to do what i can against their doctrines. they preach this infamy: "he that believes shall be saved, and he that believeth not shall be damned." every word of that text has been an instrument of torture; every letter in that text has been a sword thrust into the bleeding and quivering heart of man; every letter has been a dungeon; every line has been a chain; and that infamous sentence has covered this world with blood. i deny that "whoso believes shall be saved, and he that believeth not shall be damned." no man can control his belief; you might as well say, "all that have red hair shall be damned." . the conscience of a hyena but, after all, what i really want to do is to destroy the idea of eternal punishment. that doctrine subverts all ideas of justice. that doctrine fills hell with honest men, and heaven with intellectual and moral paupers. that doctrine allows people to sin on a credit. that doctrine allows the basest to be eternally happy and the most honorable to suffer eternal pain. i think of all doctrines it is the most infinitely infamous, and would disgrace the lowest savage, and any man who believes it, and has imagination enough to understand it, has the heart of a serpent and the conscience of a hyena. . i leave the dead but for me i leave the dead where nature leaves them, and whatever flower of hope springs up in my heart i will cherish. but i cannot believe that there is any being in this universe who has created a soul for eternal pain, and i would rather that every god would destroy himself, i would rather that we all should go back to the eternal chaos, to the black and starless night, than that just one soul should suffer eternal agony. . calvin in hell! swedenborg did one thing for which i feel almost grateful. he gave an account of having met john calvin in hell. nothing connected with the supernatural could be more natural than this. the only thing detracting from the value of this report is, that if there is a hell, we know without visiting the place that john calvin must be there. governing great men . jesus christ and let me say here once for all, that for the man christ i have infinite respect. let me say once for all that the place where man has died for man is holy ground. let me say once for all, to that great and serene man i gladly pay--i _gladly_ pay the tribute of my admiration and my tears. he was a reformer in his day. he was an infidel in his time. he was regarded as a blasphemer, and his life was destroyed by hypocrites who have in all ages done what they could to trample freedom out of the human mind. had i lived at that time i would have been his friend. and should he come again he will not find a better friend than i will be. that is for the man. for the theological creation i have a different feeling. if he was in fact god, he knew there was no such thing as death; he knew that what we call death was but the eternal opening of the golden gates of everlasting joy. and it took no heroism to face a death that was simply eternal life. . the emperor constantine. the emperor constantine, who lifted christianity into power, murdered his wife fausta and his eldest son crispus the same year that he convened the council of nice to decide whether jesus christ was a man or the son of god. the council decided that christ was substantial with the father. this was in the year . we are thus indebted to a wife murderer for settling the vexed question of the divinity of the savior. theodosius called a council at constantinople in , and this council decided that the holy ghost proceeded from the father. theodosius, the younger, assembled another council at ephesus to ascertain who the virgin mary really was, and it was solemnly decided in the year that she was the mother of god. in it was decided by a council held at chalcedon, called together by the emperor marcian, that christ had two natures--the human and divine. in , in another general council, held at constantinople, convened by order of pognatius, it was also decided that christ had two wills, and in the year it was decided at the council of lyons that the holy ghost proceeded not only from the father, but from the son as well. had it not been for these councils we might have been without a trinity even unto this day. when we take into consideration the fact that a belief in the trinity is absolutely essential to salvation, how unfortunate it was for the world that this doctrine was not established until the year . think of the millions that dropped into hell while these questions were being discussed. . did franklin and jefferson die in fear? the church never has pretended that jefferson or franklin died in fear. franklin wrote no books against the fables of the ancient jews. he thought it useless to cast the pearls of thought before the swine of ignorance and fear. jefferson was a statesman. he was the father of a great party. he gave his views in letters and to trusted friends. he was a virginian, author of the declaration of independence, founder of a university, father of a political party, president of the united states, a statesman and philosopher. he was too powerful for the churches of his day. paine was a foreigner, a citizen of the world. he had attacked washington and the bible. he had done these things openly, and what he had said could not be answered. his arguments were so good that his character was bad. . angels at constantino's dying bed! the emperor, stained with every crime, is supposed to have died like a christian. we hear nothing of fiends leering at him in the shadows of death. he does not see the forms of his murdered wife and son covered with the blood he shed. from his white and shriveled lips issued no shrieks of terror. he does not cover his glazed eyes with thin and trembling hands to shut out the visions of hell. his chamber is filled with the rustle of wings waiting to bear his soul to the thrilling realms of joy. against the emperor constantine the church has hurled no anathema. she has accepted the story of his vision in the clouds, and his holy memory has been guarded by priest and pope. . diderot diderot was born in . his parents were in what may be called the humbler walks of life. like voltaire, he was educated by the jesuits. he had in him something of the vagabond, and was for several years almost a beggar in paris. he was endeavoring to live by his pen. in that day and generation a man without a patron, endeavoring to live by literature, was necessarily almost a beggar. he nearly starved--frequently going for days without food. afterward, when he had something himself, he was generous as the air. no man ever was more willing to give, and no man less willing to receive, than diderot. his motto was, "incredulity is the first step toward philosophy." he had the vices of most christians--was nearly as immoral as the majority of priests. his vices he shared in common--his virtues were his own--all who knew him united in saying that he had the pity of a woman, the generosity of a prince, the self-denial of an anchorite, the courage of caesar, an insatiate thirst foi knowledge, and the enthusiasm of a poet. he attacked with every power of his mind the superstition of his day. he said what he thought. the priests hated him. he was in favor of universal education--the church despised it. he wished to put the knowledge of the whole world within reach of the poorest. he wished to drive from the gate of the garden of eden the cherubim of superstition, so that the child of adam might return to eat once more the fruit of the tree of knowledge. every catholic was his enemy. his poor little desk was ransacked by the police, searching for manuscripts in which something might be found that would justify the imprisonment of such a dangerous man. whoever, in , wished to increase the knowledge of mankind was regarded as the enemy of social order. . benedict spinoza one of the greatest thinkers of the world was benedict spinoza--a jew, born at amsterdam in . he studied medicine, and afterward theology. he asked the rabbis so many questions, and insisted to such a degree on what he called reason, that his room was preferred to his company. his jewish brethren excommunicated him from the synagogue. under the terrible curse of their religion he was made an outcast from every jewish home. his own father could not give him shelter, and his mother, after the curse had been pronounced, could not give him bread, could not even speak to him, without becoming an outcast herself. all the cruelty of jehovah was in this curse. spinoza was but twenty-four years old when he found himself without friends and without kindred. he uttered no complaint. he earned his bread with willing hands, and cheerfully divided his poor crust with those below. he tried to solve the problem of existence. to him the universe was one. the infinite embraced the all. the all was god. according to him the universe did not commence to be. it is; from eternity it was; and to eternity it will be. he insisted that god is inside, not outside, of what we call substance. to him the universe was god. . thomas paine poverty was his mother--necessity his master. he had more brains than books; more sense than education; more courage than politeness; more strength than polish. he had no veneration for old mistakes--no admiration for ancient lies. he loved the truth for the truth's sake, and for man's sake. he saw oppression on every hand; injustice everywhere; hypocrisy at the altar, venality on the bench, tyranny on the throne; and with a splendid courage he espoused the cause of the weak against the strong--of the enslaved many against the titled few. . the greatest of all political writers in my judgment, thomas paine was the best political writer that ever lived. "what he wrote was pure nature, and his soul and his pen ever went together." ceremony, pageantry, and all the paraphernalia of power, had no effect upon him. he examined into the why and wherefore of things. he was perfectly radical in his mode of thought. nothing short of the bed-rock satisfied him. his enthusiasm for what he believed to be right knew no bounds. during all the dark scenes of the revolution, never for one moment did he despair. year after year his brave words were ringing through the land, and by the bivouac fires the weary soldiers read the inspiring words of "common sense," filled with ideas sharper than their swords, and consecrated themselves anew to the cause of freedom. . the writings of paine the writings of paine are gemmed with compact statements that carry conviction to the dullest. day and night he labored for america, until there was a government of the people and for the people. at the close of the revolution no one stood higher than thomas paine. had he been willing to live a hypocrite, he would have been respectable, he at least could have died surrounded by other hypocrites, and at his death there would have been an imposing funeral, with miles of carriages, filled with hypocrites, and above his hypocritical dust there would have been a hypocritical monument covered with lies. . the last words of paine. the truth is, he died as he had lived. some ministers were impolite enough to visit him against his will. several of them he ordered from his room. a couple of catholic priests, in all the meekness of hypocrisy, called that they might enjoy the agonies of a dying friend of man. thomas paine, rising in his bed, the few embers of expiring life blown into flame by the breath of indignation, had the goodness to curse them both. his physician, who seems to have been a meddling fool, just as the cold hand of death was touching the patriot's heart, whispered in the dull ear of the dying man: "do you believe, or do you wish to believe, that jesus christ is the son of god?" and the reply was: "i have no wish to believe on that subject." these were the last remembered words of thomas paine. he died as serenely as ever christian passed away. he died in the full possession of his mind, and on the very brink and edge of death proclaimed the doctrines of his life. . paine believed in god thomas paine was a champion in both hemispheres of human liberty; one of the founders and fathers of the republic; one of the foremost men of his age. he never wrote a word in favor of injustice. he was a despiser of slavery. he abhorred tyranny in every form. he wast in the widest and best sense, a friend of all his race. his head was as clear as his heart was good, and he had the courage to speak his honest thought. he was the first man to write these words: "the united states of america." he proposed the present federal constitution. he furnished every thought that now glitters in the declaration of independence. he believed in one god and no more. he was a believer even in special providence, and he hoped for immortality. . the intellectual hera thomas paine was one of the intellectual heroes--one of the men to whom we are indebted. his name is associated forever with the great republic. as long as free government exists he will be remembered, admired and honored. he lived a long, laborious and useful life. the world is better for his having lived. for the sake of truth he accepted hatred and reproach for his portion. he ate the bitter bread of sorrow. his friends were untrue to him because he was true to himself, and true to them. he lost the respect of what is called society, but kept his own. his life is what the world calls failure and what history calls success. if to love your fellow-men more than self is goodness, thomas paine was good. if to be in advance of your time--to be a pioneer in the direction of right--is greatness. thomas paine was great. if to avow your principles and discharge your duty in the presence of death is heroic, thomas paine was a hero. at the age of seventy-three, death touched his tired heart. he died in the land his genius defended--under the flag he gave to the skies. slander cannot touch him now--hatred cannot reach him more. he sleeps in the sanctuary of the tomb, beneath the quiet of the stars. . paine, franklin, jefferson in our country there were three infidels--paine, franklin and jefferson. the colonies were full of superstition, the puritans with the spirit of persecution. laws savage, ignorant, and malignant had been passed in every colony for the purpose of destroying intellectual liberty. mental freedom was absolutely unknown. the toleration acts of maryland tolerated only christians--not infidels, not thinkers, not investigators. the charity of roger williams was not extended to those who denied the bible, or suspected the divinity of christ. it was not based upon the rights of man, but upon the rights of believers, who differed in non-essential points. . david hume on the th of april, , david hume was born. david hume was one of the few scotchmen of his day who were not owned by the church. he had the manliness to examine historical and religious questions for himself, and the courage to give his conclusions to the world. he was singularly capable of governing himself. he was a philosopher, and lived a calm and cheerful life, unstained by an unjust act, free from all excess, and devoted in a reasonable degree to benefiting his fellow-men. after examining the bible he became convinced that it was not true. for failing to suppress his real opinion, for failing to tell a deliberate falsehood, he brought upon him the hatred of the church. . voltaire voltaire was the intellectual autocrat of his time. from his throne at the foot of the alps he pointed the finger of scorn at every hypocrite in europe. he left the quiver of ridicule without an arrow. he was the pioneer of his century. he was the assassin of superstition. through the shadows of faith and fable, through the darkness of myth and miracle, through the midnight of christianity, through the blackness of bigotry, past cathedral and dungeon, past rack and stake, past altar and throne, he carried, with brave and chivalric hands, the torch of reason. . john calvin calvin was of a pallid, bloodless complexion, thin, sickly, irritable, gloomy, impatient, egotistic, tyrannical, heartless, and infamous. he was a strange compound of revengeful morality, malicious forgiveness, ferocious charity, egotistic humility, and a kind of hellish justice. in other words, he was as near like the god of the old testament as his health permitted. . calvin's five fetters this man forged five fetters for the brain. these fetters he called points. that is to say, predestination, particular redemption, total depravity, irresistible grace, and the perseverance of the saints. about the neck of each follower he put a collar bristling with these five iron points. the presence of all these points on the collar is still the test of orthodoxy in the church he founded. this man, when in the flush of youth, was elected to the office of preacher in geneva. he at once, in union with farel, drew up a condensed statement of the presbyterian doctrine, and all the citizens of geneva, on pain of banishment, were compelled to take an oath that they believed this statement. of this proceeding calvin very innocently remarked that it produced great satisfaction. a man named caroli had the audacity to dispute with calvin. for this outrage he was banished. . humboldt humboldt breathed the atmosphere of investigation. old ideas were abandoned; old creeds, hallowed by centuries, were thrown aside; thought became courageous; the athlete, reason, challenged to mortal combat the monsters of superstition. . humbolt's travels europe becoming too small for his genius, he visited the tropics. he sailed along the gigantic amazon--the mysterious orinoco--traversed the pampas--climbed the andes until he stood upon the crags of chimborazo, more than eighteen thousand feet above the level of the sea, and climbed on until blood flowed from his eyes and lips. for nearly five years he pursued his investigations in the new world, accompanied by the intrepid bonplandi. nothing escaped his attention. he was the best intellectual organ of these new revelations of science. he was calm, reflective and eloquent; filled with a sense of the beautiful, and the love of truth. his collections were immense, and valuable beyond calculation to every science. he endured innumerable hardships, braved countless dangers in unknown and savage lands, and exhausted his fortune for the advancement of true learning. . humboldt's illustrious companions humboldt was the friend and companion of the greatest poets, historians, philologists, artists, statesmen, critics, and logicians of his time. he was the companion of schiller, who believed that man would be regenerated through the influence of the beautiful of goethe, the grand patriarch of german literature; of weiland, who has been called the voltaire of germany; of herder, who wrote the outlines of a philosophical history of man; of kotzebue, who lived in the world of romance; of schleiermacher, the pantheist; of schlegel, who gave to his countrymen the enchanted realm of shakespeare; of the sublime kant, author of the first work published in germany on pure reason; of fichte, the infinite idealist; of schopenhauer, the european buddhist who followed the great gautama to the painless and dreamless nirwana, and of hundreds of others, whose names are familiar to and honored by the scientific world. . humboldt the apostle of science upon his return to europe he was hailed as the second columbus; as the scientific discover of america; as the revealer of a new world; as the great demonstrator of the sublime truth, that the universe is governed by law. i have seen a picture of the old man, sitting upon a mountain side--above him the eternal snow--below, the smiling valley of the tropics, filled with vine and palm; his chin upon his breast, his eyes deep, thoughtful and calm his forehead majestic--grander than the mountain upon which he sat--crowned with the snow of his whitened hair, he looked the intellectual autocrat of this world. not satisfied with his discoveries in america, he crossed the steppes of asia, the wastes of siberia, the great ural range adding to the knowledge of mankind at every step. h is energy acknowledged no obstacle, his life knew no leisure; every day was filled with labor and with thought. he was one of the apostles of science, and he served his divine master with a self-sacrificing zeal that knew no abatement; with an ardor that constantly increased, and with a devotion unwavering and constant as the polar star. . ingersoll muses by napoleon's tomb a little while ago i stood by the grave of the old napoleon--a magnificent tomb of gilt and gold, fit almost for a dead deity--and gazed upon the sarcophagus of black egyptian marble, where rest at last the ashes of the restless man. i leaned over the balustrade and thought about the career of the greatest soldier of the modern world. i saw him walking upon the banks of the seine, contemplating suicide--i saw him at toulon--i saw him putting down the mob in the streets of paris--i saw him at the head of the army of italy--i saw him crossing the bridge of lodi with the tri-color in his hand--i saw him in egypt in the shadows of the pyramids--i saw him conquer the alps and mingle the eagles of france with the eagles of the crags. i saw him at marengo--at ulm and austerlitz. i saw him in russia, where the infantry of the snow and the cavalry of the wild blast scattered his legions like winter's withered leaves. i saw him at leipsic in defeat and disaster--driven by a million bayonets back upon paris--clutched like a wild beast--banished to elba. i saw him escape and retake an empire by the force of his genius. i saw him upon the frightful field of waterloo, where chance and fate combined to wreck the fortunes of their former king. and i saw him at st. helena, with his hands crossed behind him, gazing out upon the sad and solemn sea. i thought of the orphans and widows he had made--of the tears that had been shed for his glory, and of the only woman who ever loved him, pushed from his heart by the cold hand of ambition. and i said i would rather have been a french peasant, and worn wooden shoes. i would rather have lived in a hut with a vine growing over the door, and the grapes growing purple in the kisses of the autumn sun. i would rather have been that poor peasant with my loving wife by my side, knitting as the day died out of the sky--with my children upon my knees and their arms about me; i would rather have been that man and gone down to the tongueless silence of the dreamless dust, than to have been that imperial impersonation of force and murder known as napoleon the great. and so i would, ten thousand times. . eulogy on j. g. blaine this is a grand year--a year filled with recollections of the revolution; filled with the proud and tender memories of the past; with the sacred legends of liberty; a year in which the sons of freedom will drink from the fountains of enthusiasm; a year in which the people call for a man who has preserved in congress what our soldiers won upon the field; a year in which they call for the man who has torn from the throat of treason the tongue of slander--for the man who has snatched the mask of democracy from the hideous face of rebellion; for this man who, like an intellectual athlete, has stood in the arena of debate and challenged all comers, and who is still a total stranger to defeat. like an armed warrior, like a plumed knight, james g. blaine marched down the halls of the american congress and threw his shining lance full and fair against the brazen foreheads of the defamers of his country and the maligners of her honor. for the republican party to desert this gallant leader now is as though an army should desert their general upon the field of battle. james g. blaine is now and has been for years the bearer of the sacred standard of the republican party. . a model leader the republicans of the united states want a man who knows that this government should protect every citizen, at home and abroad; who knows that any government that will not defend its defenders and protect its protectors is a disgrace to the map of the world. they demand a man who believes in the eternal separation and divorcement of church and school. they demand a man whose political reputation is as spotless as a star; but they do not demand that their candidate shall have a certificate of moral character signed by a confederate congress. the man who has, in full, heaped and rounded measure, all these splendid qualifications is the present grand and gallant leader of the republican party--james g. blaine. our country, crowned with the vast and marvelous achievements of its first century, asks for a man worthy of the past and prophetic of her future; asks for a man who has the audacity of genius; asks for a man who is the grandest combination of heart, conscience and brain beneath her flag. such a man is james g. blaine. . abraham lincoln this world has not been fit to live in fifty years. there is no liberty in it--very little. why, it is only a few years ago that all the christian nations were engaged in the slave trade. it was not until that england abolished the slave trade, and up to that time her priests in her churches and her judges on her benches owned stock in slave ships, and luxuriated on the profits of piracy and murder; and when a man stood up and denounced it they mobbed him as though he had been a common burglar or a horse thief. think of it! it was not until the th day of august, , that england abolished slavery in her colonies; and it was not until the st day of january, , that abraham lincoln, by direction of the entire north, wiped that infamy out of this country; and i never speak of abraham lincoln but i want to say that he was, in my judgment, in many respects the grandest man ever president of the united states. i say that upon his tomb there ought to be this line--and i know of no other man deserving it so well as he: "here lies one who having been clothed with almost absolute power never abused it except on the side of mercy." . swedenborg swedenborg was a man of great intellect, of vast acquirements, and of honest intentions; and i think it equally clear that upon one subject, at least, his mind was touched, shattered and shaken. misled by analogies, imposed upon by the bishop, deceived by the woman, borne to other worlds upon the wings of dreams, living in the twilight of reason and the dawn of insanity, he regarded every fact as a patched and ragged garment with a lining of the costliest silk, and insisted that the wrong side, even of the silk, was far more beautiful than the right. . jeremy bentham the glory of bentham is, that he gave the true basis of morals, and furnished the statesmen with the star and compass of this sentence: "the greatest happiness of the greatest number." . charles fourier fourier sustained about the same relation to this world that swedenborg did to the other. there must be something wrong about the brain of one who solemnly asserts that "the elephant, the ox and the diamond were created by the sun; the horse, the lily, and the ruby, by saturn; the cow, the jonquil and the topaz, by jupiter; and the dog, the violet and the opal stones by the earth itself." and yet, forgetting these aberrations of the mind, this lunacy of a great and loving soul, for one, that's in tender-est regard the memory of charles fourier, one of the best and noblest of our race. . auguste comte there was in the brain of the great frenchman--auguste comte--the dawn of that happy day in which humanity will be the only religion, good the only god, happiness the only object, restitution the only atonement, mistake the only sin, and affection guided by intelligence, the only savior of mankind. this dawn enriched his poverty, illuminated the darkness of his life, peopled his loneliness with the happy millions yet to be, and filled his eyes with proud and tender tears. when everything connected with napoleon, except his crimes, shall be forgotten, auguste comte will be lovingly remembered as a benefactor of the human race. . herbert spencer herbert spencer relies upon evidence, upon demonstration, upon experience; and occupies himself with one world at a time. he perceives that there is a mental horizon that we cannot pierce, and that beyond that is the unknown, possibly the unknowable. he endeavors to examine only that which is capable of being examined, and considers the theological method as not only useless, but hurtful. after all god is but a guess, throned and established by arrogance and assertion. turning his attention to those things that have in some way affected the condition of mankind, spencer leaves the unknowable to priests and believers. . robert collyer i have the honor of a slight acquaintance with robert collyer. i have read with pleasure some of his exquisite productions. he has a brain full of the dawn, the head of a philosopher, the imagination of a poet and the sincere heart of a child. had such men as robert collyer and john stuart mill been present at the burning of servetus, they would have extinguished the flames with their tears. had the presbytery of chicago been there, they would have quietly turned their backs, solemnly divided their coat tails, and warmed themselves. . john milton england was filled with puritan gloom and episcopal ceremony. all religious conceptions were of the grossest nature. the ideas of crazy fanatics and extravagant poets were taken as sober facts. milton had clothed christianity in the soiled and faded finery of the gods--had added to the story of christ the fables of mythology, he gave to the protestant church the most outrageously material ideas of the deity. he turned all the angels into soldiers--made heaven a battlefield, put christ in uniform, and described god as a militia general. his works were considered by the protestants nearly as sacred as the bible itself, and the imagination of the people was thoroughly polluted by the horrible imagery, the sublime absurdity of the blind milton. . ernst haeckel amongst the bravest, side by side with the greatest of the world in germany, the land of science--stands ernst haeckel, who may be said not only to have demonstrated the theories of darwin, but the monistic conception of the world. he has endeavored--and i think with complete success--to show that there is not, and never was, and never can be, the creator of anything. haeckel is one of the bitterest enemies of the church, and is, therefore, one of the bravest friends of man. . professor swing, a dove amongst vultures professor swing was too good a man to stay in the presbyterian church. he was a rose amongst thistles; he was a dove amongst vultures; and they hunted him out, and i am glad he came out. i have the greatest respect for professor swing, but i want him to tell whether the th psalm is inspired. . queen victoria and george eliot compare george eliot with queen victoria. the queen is clad in garments given her by blind fortune and unreasoning chance, while george eliot wears robes of glory woven in the loom of her own genius. and so it is the world over. the time is coming when men will be rated at their real worth; when we shall care nothing for an officer if he does not fill his place. . bough on rabbi bien i will not answer rabbi bien, and i will tell you why. because he has taken himself outside of all the limits of a gentleman; because he has taken upon himself to traduce american women in language the beastliest i ever read; and any man who says that the american women are not just as good women as any god can make, and pick his mind to-day, is an unappreciative barbarian. i will let him alone because he denounced all the men in this country, all the members of congress, all the members of the senate, all the judges on the bench, as thieves and robbers. i pronounce him a vulgar falsifier, and let him alone. . general garfield no man has been nominated for the office since i was born, by either party, who had more brains and more heart than james a. garfield. he was a soldier, he is a statesman. in time of peace he preferred the avocations of peace; when the bugle of war blew in his ears he withdrew from his work and fought for the flag, and then he went back to the avocation of peace. and i say to-day that a man who, in a time of profound peace, makes up his mind that he would like to kill folks for a living is no better, to say the least of it, than the man who loves peace in the time of peace, and who, when his country is attacked, rushes to the rescue of her flag. . "wealthy in integrity; in brain a millionaire." james a. garfield is to-day a poor man, and you know that there is not money enough in this magnificent street to buy the honor and manhood of james a. garfield. money cannot make such a man, and i will swear to you that money cannot buy him. james a. garfield to-day wears the glorious robe of honest poverty. he is a poor man; but i like to say it here in wall street; i like to say it surrounded by the millions of america; i like to say it in the midst of banks, and bonds, and stocks; i love to say it where gold is piled--that, although a poor man, he is rich in honor, in integrity he is wealthy, and in brain he is a millionaire. . garfield a certificate of the splendor of the american constitution garfield is a certificate of the splendor of our government, that says to every poor boy: "all the avenues of honor are open to you." i know him and i like him. he is a scholar; he is a statesman; he was a soldier; he is a patriot; and above all he is a magnificent man, and if every man in new york knew him as well as i do, garfield would not lose a hundred votes in this city. . dr. w. hiram thomas the best thing that has come from the other side is from dr. thomas. i regard him as by far the grandest intellect in the methodist church. he is intellectually a wide and tender man. i cannot conceive of an article being written in a better spirit. he finds a little fault with me for not being exactly fair. if there were more ministers like dr. thomas the probability is i never should have laid myself liable to criticism. there is some human nature in me, and i find it exceedingly difficult to preserve at all times perfect serenity. i have the greatest possible respect for dr. thomas, and must heartily thank him for his perfect fairness. miscellaneous . heresy and orthodoxy it has always been the man ahead that has been called the heretic. heresy is the last and best thought always! heresy extends the hospitality of the brain to a new idea; that is what the rotting says to flax growing; that is what the dweller in the swamp says to the man on the sun-lit hill; that is what the man in the darkness cries out to the grand man upon whose forehead is shining the dawn of a grander day; that is what the coffin says to the cradle. orthodoxy is a kind of shroud, and heresy is a banner--orthodoxy is a fog and heresy a star shining forever upon the cradle of truth. i do not mean simply in religion, i mean in everything and the idea i wish to impress upon you is that you should keep your minds open to all the influences of nature, you should keep your minds open to reason; hear what a man has to say, and do not let the turtle-shell of bigotry grow above your brain. give everybody a chance and an opportunity; that is all. . the aristocracy that will survive. we used to worship the golden calf, and the worst you can say of us now, is, we worship the gold of the calf, and even the calves are beginning to see this distinction. we used to go down on our knees to every man that held office, now he must fill it if he wishes any respect. we care nothing for the rich, except what will they do with their money? do they benefit mankind? that is the question. you say this man holds an office. how does he fill it?--that is the question. and there is rapidly growing up in the world an aristocracy of heart and brain--the only aristocracy that has a right to exist. . truth will bear the test if a man has a diamond that has been examined by the lapidaries of the world, and some ignorant stonecutter told him that it is nothing but an ordinary rock, he laughs at him; but if it has not been examined by lapidaries, and he is a little suspicious himself that it is not genuine, it makes him mad. any doctrine that will not bear investigation is not a fit tenant for the mind of an honest man. any man who is afraid to have his doctrine investigated is not only a coward but a hypocrite. . paring nails why should we in this age of the world be dominated by the dead? why should barbarian jews who went down to death and dust three thousand years ago, control the living world? why should we care for the superstition of men who began the sabbath by paring their nails, "beginning at the fourth finger, then going to the second, then to the fifth, then to the third, and ending with the thumb?" how pleasing to god this must have been. . there may be a god there may be for aught i know, somewhere in the unknown shoreless vast, some being whose dreams are constellations and within whose thought the infinite exists. about this being, if such an one exists, i have nothing to say. he has written no books, inspired no barbarians, required no worship, and has prepared no hell in which to burn the honest seeker after truth. . the people are beginning to think the people are beginning to think, to reason and to investigate. slowly, painfully, but surely, the gods are being driven from the earth. only upon rare occasions are they, even by the most religious, supposed to interfere in the affairs of men. in most matters we are at last supposed to be free. since the invention of steamships and railways, so that the products of all countries can be easily interchanged, the gods have quit the business of producing famine. . unchained thought for the vagaries of the clouds the infidels propose to substitute the realities of earth; for superstition, the splendid demonstrations and achievements of science; and for theological tyranny, the chainless liberty of thought. . man the victor of the future if abuses are destroyed, man must destroy them. if slaves are freed, man must free them. if new truths are discovered, man must discover them. if the naked are clothed; if the hungry are fed; if justice is done; if labor is rewarded; if superstition is driven from the mind; if the defenseless are protected, and if the right finally triumphs, all must be the work of man. the grand victories of the future must be won by man, and by man alone. . the sacred sabbath of all the superstitious of mankind, this insanity about the "sacred sabbath" is the most absurd. the idea of feeling it a duty to be solemn and sad one-seventh of the time! to think that we can please an infinite being by staying in some dark and sombre room, instead of walking in the perfumed fields! why should god hate to see a man happy? why should it excite his wrath to see a family in the woods, by some babbling stream, talking, laughing and loving? nature works on that "sacred" day. the earth turns, the rivers run, the trees grow, buds burst into flower, and birds fill the air with song. why should we look sad, and think about death, and hear about-hell? why should that day be filled with gloom instead of joy? . make the sabbath merry freethinkers should make the sabbath a day of mirth and music; a day to spend with wife and child--a day of games, and books, and dreams--a day to put fresh flowers above our sleeping dead--a day of memory and hope, of love and rest. . away to the hills and the sea a poor mechanic, working all the week in dust and noise, needs a day of rest and joy, a day to visit stream and wood--a day to live with wife and child; a day in which to laugh at care, and gather hope and strength for toils to come. and his weary wife needs a breath of sunny air, away from street and wall, amid the hills or by the margin of the sea, where she can sit and prattle with her babe, and fill with happy dreams the long, glad day. . melancholy sundays when i was a little fellow most everybody thought that some days were too sacred for the young ones to enjoy themselves in. that was the general idea. sunday used to commence saturday night at sundown, under the old text, "the evening and the morning were the first day." they commenced then, i think, to get a good ready. when the sun went down saturday night, darkness ten thousand times deeper than ordinary night fell upon that house. the boy that looked the sickest was regarded as the most pious. you could not crack hickory nuts that night, and if you were caught chewing gum it was another evidence of the total depravity of the human heart. it was a very solemn evening. we would sometimes sing, "another day has passed." everybody looked as though they had the dyspesia--you know lots of people think they are pious, just because they are bilious, as mr. hood says. it was a solemn night, and the next morning the solemnity had increased. then we went to church, and the minister was in a pulpit about twenty feet high. if it was in the winter there was no fire; it was not thought proper to be comfortable while you were thanking the lord. the minister commenced at firstly and ran up to about twenty-fourthly, and then he divided it up again; and then he made some concluding remarks, and then he said lastly, and when he said lastly he was about half through. . moses took egyptian law for his model it has been contended for many years that the ten commandments are the foundation of all ideas of justice and of law. eminent jurists have bowed to popular prejudice, and deformed their works by statements to the effect that the mosaic laws are the fountains from which sprang all ideas of right and wrong. nothing can be more stupidly false than such assertions. thousands of years before moses was born, the egyptians had a code of laws. they had laws against blasphemy, murder, adultery, larceny, perjury, laws for the collection of debts, and the enforcement of contracts. . a false standard of success it is not necessary to be rich, nor powerful, nor great, to be a success; and neither is it necessary to have your name between the putrid lips of rumor to be great. we have had a false standard of success. in the years when i was a little boy we read in our books that no fellow was a success that did not make a fortune or get a big office, and he generally was a man that slept about three hours a night. they never put down in the books the gentlemen who succeeded in life and yet slept all they wanted to. we have had a wrong standard. . toilers and idlers you can divide mankind into two classes: the laborers and the idlers, the supporters and the supported, the honest and the dishonest. every man is dishonest who lives upon the unpaid labor of others, no matter if he occupies a throne. all laborers should be brothers. the laborers should have equal-rights before the world and before the law. and i want every farmer to consider every man who labors either with hand or brain as his brother. until genius and labor formed a partnership there was no such thing as prosperity among men. every reaper and mower, every agricultural implement, has elevated the work of the farmer, and his vocation grows grander with every invention. in the olden time the agriculturist was ignorant; he knew nothing of machinery, he was the slave of superstition. . the sad wilderness history while reading the pentateuch, i am filled with indignation, pity and horror. nothing can be sadder than the history of the starved and frightened wretches who wandered over the desolate crags and sands of wilderness and desert, the prey of famine, sword and plague. ignorant and superstitious to the last degree, governed by falsehood, plundered by hypocrisy, they were the sport of priests, and the food of fear. god was their greatest enemy, and death their only friend. . law much older than sinai laws spring from the instinct of self-preservation. industry objected to supporting idleness, and laws were made against theft. laws were made against murder, because a very large majority of the people have always objected to being murdered. all fundamental laws were born simply of the instinct of self-defence. long before the jewish savages assembled at the foot of sinai, laws had been made and enforced, not only in egypt and india, but by every tribe that ever existed. . who is the blasphemer? there was no pity in inspired war. god raised the black flag, and commanded his soldiers to kill even the smiling infant in its mother's arms. who is the blasphemer; the man who denies the existence of god, or he who covers the robes of the infinite with innocent blood? . standing tip for god we are told in the pentateuch that god, the father of us all, gave thousands of maidens, after having killed their fathers, their mothers, and their brothers, to satisfy the brutal lusts of savage men. if there be a god, i pray him to write in his book, opposite my name, that i denied this lie for him. . matter and force the statement in the beginning god created the heaven and the earth, i cannot accept. it is contrary to my reason, and i cannot believe it. it appears reasonable for me that force has existed from eternity. force cannot, as it appears to me, exist apart from matter. force, in its nature, is forever active, and without matter it could not act; and so i think matter must have existed forever. to conceive of matter without force, or of force without matter, or of a time when neither existed, or of a being who existed for an eternity without either, and who out of nothing created both, is to me utterly impossible. . haeckel before moses! it may be that i am led to these conclusions by "total depravity," or that i lack the necessary humility of spirit to satisfactorily harmonize haeckel and moses; or that i am carried away by pride, blinded by reason, given over to hardness of heart that i might be damned, but i never can believe that the earth was covered with leaves, and buds, and flowers, and fruits, before the sun with glittering spear had driven back the hosts of night. . how was it done? we are told that god made man; and the question naturally arises, how was this done? was it by a process of "evolution," "development;" the "transmission of acquired habits;" the "survival of the fittest," or was the necessary amount of clay kneaded to the proper consistency, and then by the hands of god moulded into form? modern science tells that man has been evolved, through countless epochs, from the lower forms; that he is the result of almost an infinite number of actions, reactions, experiences, states, forms, wants and adaptations. . general joshua my own opinion is that general joshua knew no more about the motions of the earth than he did mercy and justice. if he had known that the earth turned upon its axis at the rate of a thousand miles an hour, and swept in its course about the sun at the rate of sixty-eight thousand miles an hour, he would have doubled the hailstones, spoken of in the same chapter, that the lord cast down from heaven, and allowed the sun and moon to rise and set in the usual way. . early rising is barbaric! this getting up so early in the morning is a relic of barbarism. it has made hundreds of thousands of young men curse business. there is no need of getting up at three or four o'clock in the winter morning. the farmer who persists in dragging his wife and children from their beds ought to be visited by a missionary. it is time enough to rise after the sun has set the example. for what purpose do you get up? to feed the cattle? why not feed them more the night before? it is a waste of life. in the old times they used to get up about three o'clock in the morning, and go to work long before the sun had risen with "healing upon his wings," and as a just punishment they all had the ague; and they ought to have it now. . sleep is medicine! you should not rob your families of sleep. sleep is the best medicine in the world. there is no such thing as health, without plenty of sleep. sleep until you are thoroughly rented and restored. when you work, work; and when you get through take a good, long and refreshing sleep. . never rise at four o'clock the man who cannot get a living upon illinois soil without rising before daylight ought to starve. eight hours a day is enough for any farmer to work except in harvest time. when you rise at four and work till dark what is life worth? of what use are all the improvements in farming? of what use is all the improved machinery unless it tends to give the farmer a little more leisure? what is harvesting now, compared with what it was in the old time? think of the days of reaping, of cradling, of raking and binding and mowing. think of threshing with the flail and winnowing with the wind. and now think of the reapers and mowers, the binders and threshing machines, the plows and cultivators, upon which the farmer rides protected from the sun. if, with all these advantages, you cannot get a living without rising in the middle of the night, go into some other business. . the hermit is mad a hermit is a mad man. without friends and wife and child, there is nothing left worth living for. the unsocial are the enemies of joy. they are filled with egotism and envy, with vanity and hatred. people who live much alone become narrow and suspicious. they are apt to be the property of one idea. they begin to think there is no use in anything. they look upon the happiness of others as a kind of folly. they hate joyous folks, because, way down in their hearts, they envy them. . duke orang-outang i think we came from the lower animals. i am not dead sure of it, but think so. when i first read about it i didn't like it. my heart was filled with sympathy for those people who leave nothing to be proud of except ancestors. i thought how terrible this will be upon the nobility of the old world. think of their being forced to trace their ancestry back to the duke orang-outang or to the princess chimpanzee. after thinking it all over i came to the conclusion that i liked that doctrine. i became convinced in spite of myself. i read about rudimentary bones and muscles. i was told that everybody had rudimentary muscles extending from the ear into the cheek. i asked: "what are they?" i was told: "they are the remains of muscles; they became rudimentary from the lack of use." they went into bankruptcy. they are the muscles with which your ancestors used to flap their ears. well, at first i was greatly astonished, and afterward i was more astonished to find they had become rudimentary. . self-made men it is often said of this or that man that he is a self-made man--that he was born of the poorest and humblest parents, and that with every obstacle to overcome he became great. this is a mistake. poverty is generally an advantage. most of the intellectual giants of the world have been nursed at the sad but loving breast of poverty. most of those who have climbed highest on the shining ladder of fame commenced at the lowest round. they were reared in the straw thatched cottages of europe; in the log houses of america; in the factories of the great cities; in the midst of toil; in the smoke and din of labor. . the one window in the ark a cubit is twenty-two inches; so that the ark was five hundred and fifty feet long, ninety-one feet and eight inches wide, and fifty-five feet high. the ark was divided into three stories, and had on top, one window twenty-two inches square. ventillation must have been one of jehovah's hobbies. think of a ship larger than the great eastern with only one window, and that but twenty-two inches square! . no ante-diluvian camp-meetings! it is a little curious that when god wished to reform the ante-diluvian world he said nothing about hell; that he had no revivals, no camp-meetings, no tracts, no out-pourings of the holy ghost, no baptisms, no noon prayer meetings, and never mentioned the great doctrine of salvation by faith. if the orthodox creeds of the world are true, all those people went to hell without ever having heard that such a place existed. if eternal torment is a fact, surely these miserable wretches ought to have been warned. they were threatened only with water when they were in fact doomed to eternal fire! . hard work in the ark eight persons did all the work. they attended to the wants of , birds, , beasts, , reptiles, and , , insects, saying nothing of countless animalculae. . what did moses know about the sun? can we believe that the inspired writer had any idea of the size of the sun? draw a circle five inches in diameter, and by its side thrust a pin through the paper. the hole made by the pin will sustain about the same relation to the circle that the earth does to the sun. did he know that the sun was eight hundred and sixty thousand miles in diameter; that it was enveloped in an ocean of fire thousands of miles in depth, hotter even than the christian's hell? did he know that the volume of the earth is less than one-millionth of that of the sun? did he know of the one hundred and four planets belonging to our solar system, all children of the sun? did he know of jupiter eighty-five thousand miles in diameter, hundreds of times as large as our earth, turning on his axis at the rate of twenty-five thousand miles an hour accompanied by four moons making the tour of his orbit once only in fifty years? . something for nothing it is impossible for me to conceive of something being created for nothing. nothing, regarded in the light of raw material, is a decided failure. i cannot conceive of matter apart from force. neither is it possible to think of force disconnected with matter. you cannot imagine matter going back to absolute nothing. neither can you imagine nothing being changed into something. you may be eternally damned if you do not say that you can conceive these things, but you cannot conceive them. account but i cannot help it. in my judgment moses was mistaken. . polygamy polygamy is just as pure in utah as it could have been in the promised land. love and virtue are the same the whole world around, and justice is the same in every star. all the languages of the world are not sufficient to express the filth of polygamy. it makes of man a beast, of woman a trembling slave. it destroys the fireside, makes virtue an outcast, takes from human speech its sweetest words, and leaves the heart a den, where crawl and hiss the slimy serpents of most loathsome lust. civilization rests upon the family. the good family is the unit of good government. the virtues grow about the holy hearth of home--they cluster, bloom, and shed their perfume round the fireside where the one man loves the one woman. lover--husband--wife--mother--father--child--home!--without these sacred words the world is but a lair, and men and women merely beasts. . the colonel in the kitchen--how to cook a beefsteak there ought to be a law making it a crime, punishable by imprisonment, to fry a beefsteak. broil it; it is just as easy, and when broiled it is delicious. fried beefsteak is not fit for a wild beast. you can broil even on a stove. shut the front damper--open the back one, and then take off a griddle. there will then be a draft down through this opening. put on your steak, using a wire broiler, and not a particle of smoke will touch it, for the reason that the smoke goes down. if you try to broil it with the front damper open the smoke will rise. for broiling, coal, even soft coal, makes a better fire than wood. . fresh air make your houses comfortable. do not huddle together in a little room around a red-hot stove, with every window fastened down. do not live in this poisoned atmosphere, and then, when one of your children dies, put a piece in the papers commencing with, "whereas, it has pleased divine providence to remove from our midst--." have plenty of air, and plenty of warmth. comfort is health. do not imagine anything is unhealthy simply because it is pleasant. this is an old and foolish idea. . cooking a fine art cooking is one of the fine arts. give your wives and daughters things to cook, and things to cook with, and they will soon become most excellent cooks. good cooking is the basis of civilization. the man whose arteries and veins are filled with rich blood made of good and well cooked food, has pluck, courage, endurance and noble impulses. remember that your wife should have things to cook with. . scathing impeachment of intemperance intemperance cuts down youth in its vigor, manhood in its strength, and age in its weakness. it breaks the father's heart, bereaves the doting mother, extinguishes natural affections, erases conjugal loves, blots out filial attachments, blights parental hope, and brings down mourning age in sorrow to the grave. it produces weakness, not strength; sickness, not health; death, not life. it makes wives widows; children orphans; fathers fiends, and all of them paupers and beggars. it feeds rheumatism, nurses gout, welcomes epidemics, invites cholera, imports pestilence and embraces consumption. it covers the land with idleness, misery and crime. it fills your jails, supplies your almshouses and demands your asylums. it engenders controversies, fosters quarrels, and cherishes riots. it crowds your penitentiaries and furnishes victims to your scaffolds. it is the life blood of the gambler, the element of the burglar, the prop of the highwayman and the support of the midnight incendiary. it countenances the liar, respects the thief, esteems the blasphemer. it violates obligations, reverences fraud, and honors infamy. it defames benevolence, hates love, scorns virtue and slanders innocence. it incites the father to butcher his helpless offspring, helps the husband to massacre his wife, and the child to grind the parricidal ax. it burns up men, consumes women, detests life, curses god, and despises heaven. it suborns witnesses, nurses perjury, defiles the jury box, and stains the judicial ermine. it degrades the citizen, debases the legislator, dishonors statesmen, and disarms the patriot. it brings shame, not honor; terror, not safety; despair, not hope; misery, not happiness; and with the malevolence of a fiend, it calmly surveys its frightful desolation, and unsatisfied with its havoc, it poisons felicity, kills peace, ruins morals, blights confidence, slays reputation, and wipes out national honors, then curses the world and laughs at its ruin. . liberty defined the french convention gave the best definition of liberty i have ever read: "the liberty of one citizen ceases only where the liberty of another citizen commences." i know of no better definition. i ask you to-day to make a declaration of individual independence. and if you are independent, be just. allow everybody else to make his declaration of individual independence. allow your wife, allow your husband, allow your children to make theirs. it is a grand thing to be the owner of yourself. it is a grand thing to protect the rights of others. it is a sublime thing to be free and just. . free, honest thought i am going to say what little i can to make the american people brave enough and generous enough and kind enough to give everybody else the rights they have themselves. can there ever be any progress in this world to amount to anything until we have liberty? the thoughts of a man who is not free are not worth much--not much. a man who thinks with the club of a creed above his head--a man who thinks casting his eye askance at the flames of hell, is not apt to have very good thoughts. and for my part, i would not care to have any status or social position even in heaven if i had to admit that i never would have been there only i got scared. when we are frightened we do not think very well. if you want to get at the honest thoughts of a man he must free. if he is not free you will not get his honest thought. . ingersoll prefers shoemakers to princes the other day there came shoemakers, potters, workers in wood and iron, from europe, and they were received in the city of new york as though they had been princes. they had been sent by the great republic of france to examine into the arts and manufactures of the great republic of america. they looked a thousand times better to me than the edward alberts and albert edwards--the royal vermin, that live on the body politic. and i would think much more of our government if it would fete and feast them, instead of wining and dining the imbeciles of a royal line. . sham dignity i hate dignity. i never saw a dignified man that was not after all an old idiot dignity is a mask; a dignified man is afraid that you will know he does not know everything. a man of sense and argument is always willing to admit what he don't know--why?--because there is so much that he does know; and that is the first step towards learning anything--willingness to admit what you don't know, and when you don't understand a thing, ask--no matter how small and silly it may look to other people--ask, and after that you know. a man never is in a state of mind that he can learn until he gets that dignified nonsense out of him. . a good time coming! the time is coming when a man will be rated at his real worth, and that by his brain and heart. we care nothing now about an officer unless he fills his place. the time will come when no matter how much money a man has he will not be respected unless he is using it for the benefit of his fellow-men. it will soon be here. . who is the true nobleman? we are a great people. three millions have increased to fifty--thirteen states to thirty-eight. we have better homes, and more of the conveniences of life than any other people upon the face of the globe. the farmers of our country live better than did the kings and princes two hundred years ago--and they have twice as much sense and heart. liberty and labor have given us all. remember that all men have equal rights. remember that the man who acts best his part--who loves his friends the best--is most willing to help others--truest to the obligation--who has the best heart--the most feeling--the deepest sympathies--and who freely gives to others the rights that he claims for himself, is the true nobleman. we have disfranchised the aristocrats of the air and have given one country to mankind. . wanted!--more manliness i had a thousand times rather have a farm and be independent, than to be president of the united states, without independence, filled with doubt and trembling, feeling of the popular pulse, resorting to art and artifice, inquiring about the wind of opinion, and succeeding at last in losing my self-respect without gaining the respect of others. man needs more manliness, more real independence. we must take care of ourselves. this we can do by labor, and in this way we can preserve our independence. we should try and choose that business or profession the pursuit of which will give us the most happiness. happiness is wealth. we can be happy without being rich--without holding office--without being famous. i am not sure that we can be happy with wealth, with office, or with fame. . education of nature it has been a favorite idea with me that our forefathers were educated by nature; that they grew grand as the continent upon which they landed; that the great rivers--the wide plains--the splendid lakes--the lonely forests--the sublime mountains--that all these things stole into and became a part of their being, and they grew great as the country in which they lived. they began to hate the narrow, contracted views of europe. they were educated by their surroundings. . the worker wearing the purple i want to see a workingman have a good house, painted white, grass in the front yard, carpets on the floor and pictures on the wall. i want to see him a man feeling that he is a king by the divine right of living in the republic. and every man here is just a little bit a king, you know. every man here is a part of the sovereign power. every man wears a little of purple; every man has a little of crown and a little of sceptre; and every man that will sell his vote for money or be ruled by prejudice is unfit to be an american citizen. . flowers beautify your grounds with plants and flowers and vines. have good gardens. remember that everything of beauty tends to the elevation of man. every little morning-glory whose purple bosom is thrilled with the amorous kisses of the sun tends to put a blossom in your heart. do not judge of the value of everything by the market reports. every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. every vine, climbing and blossoming, tells of love and joy. . be happy--here and now! the grave is not a throne, and a corpse is not a king. the living have a right to control this world. i think a good deal more of to day than i do of yesterday, and i think more of to-morrow than i do of this day; because it is nearly gone--that is the way i feel. the time to be happy is now; the way to be happy is to make somebody else happy and the place to be happy is here. . the school house a fort education is the most radical thing in the world. to teach the alphabet is to inaugurate a revolution. to build a school house is to construct a fort. a library is an arsenal. . we are getting free we are getting free. we are thinking in every direction. we are investigating with the microscope and the telescope. we are digging into the earth and finding souvenirs of all the ages. we are finding out something about the laws of health and disease. we are adding years to the span of human life and we are making the world fit to live in. that is what we are doing, and every man that has an honest thought and expresses it helps, and every man that tries to keep honest thought from being expressed is an obstruction and a hindrance. . the solid rock i have made up my mind that if there is a god he will be merciful to the merciful. upon that rock i stand. that he will forgive the forgiving; upon that rock i stand. that every man should be true to himself, and that there is no world, no star, in which honesty is a crime; and upon that rock i stand. an honest man, a good, kind, sweet woman, or a happy child, has nothing to fear, neither in this world nor the world to come; and upon that rock i stand. ingersoll's five gospels . the gospel of cheerfulness i believe in the gospel of cheerfulness; the gospel of good nature; in the gospel of good health. let us pay some attention to our bodies; take care of our bodies, and our souls will take care of themselves. good health! i believe the time will come when the public thought will be so great and grand that it will be looked upon as infamous to perpetuate disease. i believe the time will come when men will not fill the future with consumption and with insanity. i believe the time will come when with studying ourselves and understanding the laws of health, we will say we are under obligations to put the flags of health in the cheeks of our children. even if i got to heaven, and had a harp, i would hate to look back upon my children and see them diseased, deformed, crazed, all suffering the penalty of crimes that i had committed. . the gospel of liberty and i believe, too, in the gospel of liberty,---of giving to others what we claim. and i believe there is room everywhere for thought, and the more liberty you give away the more you will have. in liberty extravagance is economy. let us be just, let us be generous to each other. . the gospel of 'good living i believe in the gospel of good living. you cannot make any god happy by fasting. let us have good food, and let us have it well cooked; it is a thousand times better to know how to cook it than it is to understand any theology in the world. i believe in the gospel of good clothes. i believe in the gospel of good houses; in the gospel of water and soap. . the gospel of intelligence i believe in the gospel of intelligence. that is the only lever capable of raising mankind. i believe in the gospel of intelligence; in the gospel of education. the school-house is my cathedral; the universe is my bible. intelligence must rule triumphant. humanity is the grand religion. and no god can put a man into hell in another world who has made a little heaven in this. god cannot make miserable a man who has made somebody else happy. god can not hate anybody who is capable of loving his neighbor. so i believe in this great gospel of generosity. ah, but they say it won't do. you must believe. i say no. my gospel of health will prolong life; my gospel of intelligence, my gospel of loving, my gospel of good-fellowship will cover the world with happy homes. my doctrine will put carpets upon your floors, pictures upon your walls. my doctrine will put books upon your shelves, ideas in your mind. my doctrine will relieve the world of the abnormal monsters born of the ignorance of superstition. my doctrine will give us health, wealth, and happiness. that is what i want. that is what i believe in. . the gospel of justice i believe in the gospel of justice,--that we must reap what we sow. i do not believe in forgiveness. if i rob mr. smith, and god forgive me, how does that help smith? if i by slander cover some poor girl with the leprosy of some imputed crime, and she withers away like a blighted flower, and afterwards i get forgiveness, how does that help her? if there is another world, we have got to settle; no bankruptcy court there. pay down. among the ancient jews if you committed a crime you had to kill a sheep; now they say, "charge it. put it on the slate." it won't do. for every crime you commit you must answer to yourself and to the one you injure. and if you have ever clothed another with unhappiness as with a garment cf pain, you will never be quite as happy as though you hadn't done that thing. no forgiveness, eternal, inexorable, everlasting justice--that is what i believe in. and if it goes hard with me, i will stand it. and i will stick to my logic, and i will bear it like a man. gems from the controversial gasket latest utterances of colonel robert g. ingersoll, in a controversy with judge jere . black, on "the christian religion" . the origin of the controversy several months ago, _the north american review_ asked me to write an article, saying that it would be published if some one would furnish a reply. i wrote the article that appeared in the august number, and by me it was entitled "is all of the bible inspired?" not until the article was written did i know who was expected to answer. i make this explanation for the purpose of dissipating the impression that mr. black had been challenged by me. to have struck his shield with my lance might have given birth to the impression that i was somewhat doubtful as to the correctness of my position. i naturally expected an answer from some professional theologian, and was surprised to find that a reply had been written by a "policeman," who imagined that he had answered my arguments by simply telling me that my statements were false. it is somewhat unfortunate that in a discussion like this any one should resort to the slightest personal detraction. the theme is great enough to engage the highest faculties of the human mind, and in the investigation of such a subject vituperation is singularly and vulgarly out of place. arguments cannot be answered with insults. it is unfortunate that the intellectual arena should be entered by a "policeman," who has more confidence in concussion than discussion. kindness is strength. good nature is often mistaken for virtue, and good health sometimes passes for genius. anger blows out the lamp of the mind. in the examination of a great and important question, every one should be serene, slow-pulsed, and calm. intelligence is not the foundation of arrogance. insolence is not logic. epithets are the arguments of malice. candor is the courage of the soul. leaving the objectionable portion of mr. black's reply, feeling that so grand a subject should not be blown and tainted with malicious words, i proceed to answer as best i may the arguments he has urged. . what is christianity? of course it is still claimed that we are a christian people, indebted to something we call christianity, for all the progress we have made. there is still a vast difference of opinion as to what christianity really is, although many wavering sects have been discussing that question, with fire and sword through centuries of creed and crime. every new sect has been denounced at its birth as illegitimate, as something born out of orthodox wedlock, and that should have been allowed to perish on the steps where it was found. . summary of evangelical belief among the evangelical churches there is a substantial agreement upon what they consider the fundamental truths of the gospel. these fundamental truths, as i understand them, are:--that there is a personal god, the creator of the material universe; that he made man of the dust, and woman from part of the man; that the man and woman were tempted by the devil; that they were turned out of the garden of eden; that, about fifteen hundred years afterward, god's patience having been exhausted by the wickedness of mankind, he drowned his children, with the exception of eight persons; that afterward he selected from their descendants abraham, and through him the jewish people; that he gave laws to these people, and tried to govern them in all things; that he made known his will in many ways; that he wrought a vast number of miracles; that he inspired men to write the bible; that, in the fullness of time, it having been found impossible to reform mankind, this god came upon earth as a child born of the virgin mary; that he lived in palestine; that he preached for about three years, going from place to place, occasionally raising the dead, curing the blind and the halt; that he was crucified--for the crime of blasphemy, as the jews supposed, but, that as a matter of fact, he was offered as a sacrifice for the sins of all who might have faith in him; that he was raised from the dead and ascended into heaven, where he now is, making intercession for his followers; that he will forgive the sins of all who believe on him, and that those who do not believe will be consigned to the dungeons of eternal pain. these--(it may be with the addition of the sacraments of baptism and the last supper)--constitute what is generally known as the christian religion. . a profound change in the world of thought a profound change has taken place in the world of thought. the pews are trying to set themselves somewhat above the pulpit. the layman discusses theology with the minister, and smiles. christians excuse themselves for belonging to the church by denying a part of the creed. the idea is abroad that they who know the most of nature believe the least about theology. the sciences are regarded as infidels, and facts as scoffers. thousands of most excellent people avoid churches, and, with few exceptions, only those attend prayer meetings who wish to be alone. the pulpit is losing because the people are rising. . the believer in the inspiration of the bible has too much to believe but the believer in the inspiration of the bible is compelled to declare that there was a time when slavery was right--when men could buy and women sell their babes. he is compelled to insist that there was a time when polygamy was the highest form of virtue; when wars of extermination were waged with the sword of mercy; when religious toleration was a crime, and when death was the just penalty for having expressed an honest thought. he must maintain that jehovah is just as bad now as he was four thousand years ago, or that he was just as good then as he is now, but that human conditions have so changed that slavery, polygamy, religious persecutions and wars of conquest are now perfectly devilish. once they were right--once they were commanded by god himself; now, they are prohibited. there has been such a change in the conditions of man that, at the present time, the devil is in favor of slavery, polygamy, religious persecution and wars of conquest. that is to say, the devil entertains the same opinion to-day that jehovah held four thousand years ago, but in the meantime jehovah has remained exactly the same--changeless and incapable of change. . a frank admission it is most cheerfully admitted that a vast number of people not only believe these things, but hold them in exceeding reverence, and imagine them to be of the utmost importance to mankind. they regard the bible as the only light that god has given for the guidance of his children; that it is the one star in nature's sky--the foundation of all morality, of all law, of all order, and of all individual and national progress. they regard it as the only means we have for ascertaining the will of god, the origin of man, and the destiny of the soul. in my opinion they were mistaken. the mistake has hindered in countless ways the civilization of man. . the bible should be better than any other book in all ages of which any record has been preserved, there have been those who gave their ideas of justice, charity, liberty, love, and law. now, if the bible is really the work of god, it should contain the grandest and sublimest truths. it should, in all respects, excel the works of man. within that book should be found the best and loftiest definitions of justice; the truest conceptions of human liberty; the clearest outlines of duty; the tenderest, the highest, and the noblest thoughts,--not that the human mind has produced, but that the human mind is capable of receiving. upon every page should be found the luminous evidence of its divine origin. unless it contains grander and more wonderful things than man has written, we are not only justified in saying, but we are compelled to say, that it was written by no being superior to man. . a serious charge the bible has been the fortress and the defense of nearly every crime. no civilized country could re-enact its laws. and in many respects its moral code is abhorrent to every good and tender man. it is admitted, however, that many of its precepts are pure, that many of its laws are wise and just, and that many of its statements are absolutely true. . if the bible is not verbally inspired, what then? it may be said that it is unfair to call attention to certain bad things in the bible, while the good are not so much as mentioned. to this it may be replied that a divine being would not put bad things in a book. certainly a being of infinite intelligence, power, and goodness could never fall below the ideal of "depraved and barbarous" man. it will not do, after we find that the bible upholds what we now call crimes, to say that it is not verbally inspired. if the words are not inspired, what is? it may be said that the thoughts are inspired. but this would include only the thoughts expressed without words. if the ideas are inspired, they must be contained in and expressed only by inspired words; that is to say, the arrangement of the words, with relation to each other, must have been inspired. . a hindu example suppose that we should now discover a hindu book of equal antiquity with the old testament, containing a defense of slavery, polygamy, wars of extermination, and religious persecution, would we regard it as evidence that the writers were inspired by an infinitely wise and merciful god? . a test fairly applied suppose we knew that after "inspired" men had finished the bible, the devil had got possession of it and wrote a few passages, what part of the sacred scriptures would christians now pick out as being probably his work? which of the following passages would naturally be selected as having been written by the devil--"love thy neighbor as thyself," or "kill all the males among the little ones, and kill every woman; but all the women children keep alive for yourselves?" . suppose! it will hardly be claimed at this day, that the passages in the bible upholding slavery, polygamy, war, and religious persecution are evidences of the inspiration of that book. suppose that there had been nothing in the old testament upholding these crimes would any modern christian suspect that it was not inspired on account of that omission? suppose that there had been nothing in the old testament but laws in favor of these crimes, would any intelligent christian now contend that it was the work of the true god? . proofs of civilization we know that there was a time in the history of almost every nation when slavery, polygamy, and wars of extermination were regarded as divine institutions; when women were looked upon as beasts of burden, and when, among some people, it was considered the duty of the husband to murder the wife for differing with him on the subject of religion. nations that entertain these views to-day are regarded as savage, and, probably, with the exception of the south sea islanders, the feejees, some citizens of delaware, and a few tribes in central africa, no human beings can be found degraded enough to agree upon these subjects with the jehovah of the ancient jews. the only evidence we have, or can have, that a nation has ceased to be savage is the fact that it has abandoned these doctrines. to every one, except the theologian, it is perfectly easy to account for the mistakes, atrocities, and crimes of the past, by saying that civilization is a slow and painful growth; that the moral perceptions are cultivated through ages of tyranny, of want, of crime, and of heroism; that it requires centuries for man to put out the eyes of self and hold in lofty and in equal poise the scales of justice; that conscience is born of suffering; that mercy is the child of the imagination--of the power to put oneself in the sufferers place, and that man advances only as he becomes acquainted with his surroundings, with the mutual obligations of life, and learns to take advantage of the forces of nature. . a persian gospel do not misunderstand me. my position is that the cruel passages in the old testament are not inspired; that slavery, polygamy, wars of extermination, and religious persecution always have been, are, and forever will be, abhorred and cursed by the honest, virtuous, and the loving; that the innocent cannot justly suffer for the guilty, and that vicarious vice and vicarious virtue are equally absurd; that eternal punishment is eternal revenge; that only the natural can happen; that miracles prove the dishonesty of the few and the credulity of the many; and that, according to matthew, mark, and luke, salvation does not depend upon belief, nor the atonement, nor a "second birth," but that these gospels are in exact harmony with the declaration of the great persian: "taking the first footstep with the good thought, the second with the good word, and the third with the good deed, i entered paradise." the dogmas of the past no longer reach the level of the highest thought, nor satisfy the hunger of the heart. while dusty faiths, embalmed and sepulchered in ancient texts, remain the same, the sympathies of men enlarge; the brain no longer kills its young; the happy lips give liberty to honest thoughts; the mental firmament expands and lifts; the broken clouds drift by; the hideous dreams, the foul, misshapen children of the monstrous night, dissolve and fade. . man the author of all books so far as we know, man is the author of all books. if a book had been found on the earth by the first man, he might have regarded it as the work of god; but as men were here a good while before any books were found, and as man has produced a great many books, the probability is that the bible is no exception. . god and brahma can we believe that god ever said of any: "let his children be fatherless and his wife a widow; let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg; let them seek their bread also out of their desolate places; let the extortioner catch all that he hath and let the stranger spoil his labor, let there be none to extend mercy unto him, neither let there be any to favor his fatherless children." if he ever said these words, surely he had never heard this line, this strain of music, from the hindu: "sweet is the lute to those who have not heard the prattle of their own children." jehovah, "from the clouds and darkness of sinai," said to the jews: "thou shalt have no other gods before me.... thou shalt not bow down thyself to them nor serve them; for i, the lord thy god am a jealous god, visiting the iniquities of the fathers upon the children, unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me." contrast this with the words put by the hindu in the mouth of brahma: "i am the same to all mankind. they who honestly serve other gods, involuntarily worship me. i am he who partaketh of all worship, and i am the reward of all worshipers." compare these passages. the first, a dungeon where crawl the things begot of jealous slime; the other, great as the domed firmament inlaid with suns. . matthew, mark, and luke and i here take occasion to say, that with most of the teachings of the gospels of matthew, mark, and luke i most heartily agree. the miraculous parts must, of course, be thrown aside. i admit that the necessity of belief, the atonement, and the scheme of salvation are all set forth in the gospel of john,--a gospel, in my opinion, not written until long after the others. . christianity takes no step in advance all the languages of the world have not words of horror enough to paint the agonies of man when the church had power. tiberius, caligula, claudius, nero, domitian, and commodus were not as cruel, false, and base as many of the christian popes. opposite the names of these imperial criminals write john the xii., leo the viii., boniface the vii., benedict the ix., innocent the iii., and alexander the vi. was it under these pontiffs that the "church penetrated the moral darkness like a new sun," and covered the globe with institutions of mercy? rome was far better when pagan than when catholic. it was better to allow gladiators and criminals to fight than to burn honest men. the greatest of romans denounced the cruelties of the arena. seneca condemned the combats even of wild beasts. he was tender enough to say that "we should have a bond of sympathy for all sentiment beings, knowing that only the depraved and base take pleasure in the sight of blood and suffering." aurelius compelled the gladiators to fight with blunted swords. roman lawyers declared that all men are by nature free and equal. woman, under pagan rule in rome, become as free as man. zeno, long before the birth of christ, taught that virtue alone establishes a difference between men. we know that the civil law is the foundation of our codes. we know that fragments of greek and roman art--a few manuscripts saved from christian destruction, some inventions and discoveries of the moors--were the seeds of modern civilization. christianity, for a thousand years, taught memory to forget and reason to believe. not one step was taken in advance. over the manuscripts of philosophers and poets, priests, with their ignorant tongues thrust out, devoutly scrawled the forgeries of faith. . christianity a mixture of good and evil mr. black attributes to me the following expression: "christianity is pernicious in its moral effect, darkens the mind, narrows the soul, arrests the progress of human society, and hinders civilization." i said no such thing. strange, that he is only able to answer what i did not say. i endeavored to show that the passages in the old testament upholding slavery, polygamy, wars of extermination, and religious intolerance had filled the world with blood and crime. i admitted that there are many wise and good things in the old testament. i also insisted that the doctrine of the atonement--that is to say, of moral bankruptcy--the idea that a certain belief is necessary to salvation, and the frightful dogma of eternal pain, had narrowed the soul, had darkened the mind, and had arrested the progress of human society. like other religions, christianity is a mixture of good and evil. the church has made more orphans than it has fed. it has never built asylums enough to hold the insane of its own making. it has shed more blood than light. . jehovah, epictetus and cicero if the bible is really inspired, jehovah commanded the jewish people to buy the children of the strangers that sojourned among them, and ordered that the children thus bought should be an inheritance for the children of the jews, and that they should be bondmen and bondwomen forever. yet epictetus, a man to whom no revelation was ever made, a man whose soul followed only the light of nature, and who had never heard of the jewish god, was great enough to say: "will you not remember that your servants are by nature your brothers, the children of god? in saying that you have bought them, you look down on the earth and into the pit, on the wretched law of men long since dead,--but you see not the laws of the gods." we find that jehovah, speaking to his chosen people, assured them that their bondmen and bondmaids must be "of the heathen that were round about them." "of them," said jehovah, "shall ye buy bondmen and bondmaids." and yet cicero, a pagan, cicero, who had never been enlightened by reading the old testament, had the moral grandeur to declare: "they who say that we should love our fellow-citizens, but not foreigners, destroy the universal brotherhood of mankind, with which benevolence and justice would perish forever." . the atonement in countless ways the christian world has endeavored, for nearly two thousand years, to explain the atonement, and every effort has ended in an an mission that it cannot be understood, and a declaration that it must be believed. is it not immoral to teach that man can sin, that he can harden his heart and pollute his soul, and that, by repenting and believing something that he does not comprehend, he can avoid the consequences of his crimes? has the promise and hope of forgiveness ever prevented the commission of a sin? should men be taught that sin gives happiness here; that they ought to bear the evils of a virtuous life in this world for the sake of joy in the next; that they can repent between the last sin and the last breath; that after repentance every stain of the soul is washed away by the innocent blood of another; that the serpent of regret will not hiss in the ear of memory; that the saved will not even pity the victims of their own crimes; that the goodness of another can be transferred to them; and that sins forgiven cease to affect the unhappy wretches sinned against? . sin as a debt the church says that the sinner is in debt to god, and that the obligation is discharged by the saviour. the best that can possibly be said of such a transaction is, that the debt is transferred, not paid. the truth is, that a sinner is in debt to the person he has injured. if a man injures his neighbor, it is not enough for him to get the forgiveness of god, but he must have the forgiveness of his neighbor. if a man puts his hand in the fire and god forgives him, his hand will smart exactly the same. you must, after all, reap what you sow. no god can give you wheat when you sow tares, and no devil can give you tares when you sow wheat. . the logic of the coffin as to the doctrine of the atonement, mr. black has nothing to offer except the barren statement that it is believed by the wisest and the best. a mohammedan, speaking in constantinople, will say the same of the koran. a brahman, in a hindu temple, will make the same remark, and so will the american indian, when he endeavors to enforce something upon the young of his tribe. he will say: "the best, the greatest of our tribe have believed in this." this is the argument of the cemetery, the philosophy of epitaphs, the logic of the coffin. we are the greatest and wisest and most virtuous of mankind? this statement, that it has been believed by the best, is made in connection with an admission that it cannot be fathomed by the wisest. it is not claimed that a thing is necessarily false because it is not understood, but i do claim that it is not necessarily true because it cannot be comprehended. i still insist that "the plan of redemption," as usually preached, is absurd, unjust, and immoral. . judas iscariot for nearly two thousand years judas iscariot has been execrated by mankind; and yet, if the doctrine of the atonement is true, upon his treachery hung the plan of salvation. suppose judas had known of this plan--known that he was selected by christ for that very purpose, that christ was depending on him. and suppose that he also knew that only by betraying christ could he save either himself or others; what ought judas to have done? are you willing to rely upon an argument that justifies the treachery of that wretch? . the standard of right according to mr. black, the man who does not believe in a supreme being acknowledges no standard of right and wrong in this world, and therefore can have no theory of rewards and punishments in the next. is it possible that only those who believe in the god who persecuted for opinion's sake have any standard of right and wrong? were the greatest men of all antiquity without this standard? in the eyes of intelligent men of greece and rome, were all deeds, whether good or evil, morally alike? is it necessary to believe in the existence of an infinite intelligence before you can have any standard of right and wrong? is it possible that a being cannot be just or virtuous unless he believes in some being infinitely superior to himself? if this doctrine be true, how can god be just or virtuous? does he believe in some being superior to himself? . what is conscience? what is conscience? if man were incapable of suffering, if man could not feel pain, the word "conscience" never would have passed his lips. the man who puts himself in the place of another, whose imagination has been cultivated to the point of feeling the agonies suffered by another, is the man of conscience. . no right to think! mr. black says, "we have neither jurisdiction or capacity to rejudge the justice of god." in other words, we have no right to think upon this subject, no right to examine the questions most vitally affecting human-kind. we are simply to accept the ignorant statements of barbarian dead. this question cannot be settled by saying that "it would be a mere waste of time and space to enumerate the proofs which show that the universe was created by a pre-existent and self-conscious being." the time and space should have been "wasted," and the proofs should have been enumerated. these "proofs" are what the wisest and greatest are trying to find. logic is not satisfied with assertion. it cares nothing for the opinions of the "great," nothing for the prejudices of the many, and least of all, for the superstitions of the dead. in the world of science--a fact is a legal tender. assertions and miracles are base and spurious coins. we have the right to rejudge the justice even of a god. no one should throw away his reason--the fruit of all experience. it is the intellectual capital of the soul, the only light, the only guide, and without it the brain becomes the palace of an idiot king, attended by a retinue of thieves and hypocrites. . the liberty of the bible this is the religious liberty of the bible. if you had lived in palestine, and if the wife of your bosom, dearer to you than your own soul, had said: "i like the religion of india better than that of palestine," it would have been your duty to kill her. "your eye must not pity her, your hand must be first upon her, and afterwards the hand of all the people." if she had said: "let us worship the sun--the sun that clothes the earth in garments of green--the sun, the great fireside of the world--the sun that covers the hills and valleys with flowers--that gave me your face, and made it possible for me to look into the eyes of my babe,--let us worship the sun," it was your duty to kill her. you must throw the first stone, and when against her bosom--a bosom filled with love for you--you had thrown the jagged and cruel rock, and had seen the red stream of her life oozing from the dumb lips of death, you could then look up and receive the congratulations of the god whose commandment you had obeyed. is it possible that a being of infinite mercy ordered a husband to kill his wife for the crime of having expressed, an opinion on the subject of religion? has there been found upon the records of the savage world anything more perfectly fiendish than this commandment of jehovah? this is justified on the ground that "blasphemy was a breach of political allegiance, and idolatry an act of overt treason." we can understand how a human king stands in need of the service of his people. we can understand how the desertion of any of his soldiers weakens his army; but were the king infinite in power, his strength would still remain the same, and under no conceivable circumstances could the enemy triumph. . slavery in heaven according to mr. black, there will be slavery in heaven, and fast by the throne of god will be the auction-block, and the streets of the new jerusalem will be adorned with the whipping-post, while the music of the harp will be supplemented by the crack of the driver's whip. if some good republican would catch mr. black, "incorporate him into his family, tame him, teach him to think, and give him a knowledge of the true principles of human liberty and government, he would confer upon him a most beneficent boon." mr. black is too late with his protest against the freedom of his fellow-men. liberty is making the tour of the world. russia has emancipated her serfs; the slave trade is prosecuted only by thieves and pirates; spain feels upon her cheek the burning blush of shame; brazil, with proud and happy eyes, is looking for the dawn of freedom's day; the people of the south rejoice that slavery is no more, and every good and honest man (excepting mr. black) of every land and clime hopes that the limbs of men will never feel again the weary weight of chains. . jehovah breaking his own laws a very curious thing about these commandments is that their supposed author violated nearly every one. from sinai, according to the account, he said: "thou shalt not kill," and yet he ordered the murder of millions; "thou shalt not commit adultery," and he gave captured maidens to gratify the lust of captors; "thou shalt not steal," and yet he gave to jewish marauders the flocks and herds of others; "thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, nor his wife," and yet he allowed his chosen people to destroy the homes of neighbors and to steal their wives; "honor thy father and mother," and yet this same god had thousands of fathers butchered, and with the sword of war killed children yet unborn; "thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor," and yet he sent abroad "lying spirits" to deceive his own prophets, and in a hundred ways paid tribute to deceit. so far as we know, jehovah kept only one of these commandments--he worshiped no other god. . who designed the designer? i know as little as anyone else about the "pla" of the universe; and as to the "design," i know just as little. it will not do to say that the universe was designed, and therefore there must be a designer. there must first be proof that it was "designed." it will not do to say that the universe has a "plan," and then assert that there must have been an infinite maker. the idea that a design must have a beginning, and that a designer need not, is a simple expression of human ignorance. we find a watch, and we say: "so curious and wonderful a thing must have had a maker." we find the watchmaker, and we say: "so curious and wonderful a thing as man must have had a maker." we find god and we then say: "he is so wonderful that he must _not_ have had a maker." in other words, all things a little wonderful must have been created, but it is possible for something to be so wonderful that it always existed. one would suppose that just as the wonder increased the necessity for a creator increased, because it is the wonder of the thing that suggests the idea of creation. is it possible that a designer exists from all eternity without design? was there no design in having an infinite designer? for me, it is hard to see the plan or design in earthquakes and pestilences. it is somewhat difficult to discern the design or the benevolence in so making the world that billions of animals live only on the agonies of others. the justice of god is not visible to me in the history of this world. when i think of the suffering and death, of the poverty and crime, of the cruelty and malice, of the heartlessness of this "design" and "plan," where beak and claw and tooth tear and rend the quivering flesh of weakness and despair, i cannot convince myself that it is the result of infinite wisdom, benevolence, and justice. . what we know of the infinite of course, upon a question like this, nothing can be absolutely known. we live on an atom called earth, and what we know of the infinite is almost infinitely limited; but, little as we know, all have an equal right to give their honest thought. life is a shadowy, strange, and winding road on which we travel for a little way--a few short steps--just from the cradle, with its lullaby of love, to the low and quiet wayside inn, where all at last must sleep, and where the only salutation is--good-night. . the universe self-existent the universe, according to my idea, is, always was, and forever will be. it did not "come into being;" it is the one eternal being--the only thing that ever did, does, or can exist. it did not "make its own laws." we know nothing of what we call the laws of nature except as we gather the idea of law from the uniformity of phenomena springing from like conditions. to make myself clear: water always runs down hill. the theist says that this happens because there is behind the phenomenon an active law. as a matter of fact law is this side of the phenomenon. law does not cause the phenomenon, but the phenomenon causes the idea of law in our minds, and this idea is produced from the fact that under like circumstances the same phenomena always happens. mr. black probably thinks that the difference in the weight of rocks and clouds was created by law; that parallel lines fail to imite only because it is illegal; that diameter and circumference could have been so made that it would be a greater distance across than around a circle, that a straight line could inclose a triangle if not prevented by law, and that a little legislation could make it possible for two bodies to occupy the same space at the same time. it seems to me that law can not be the cause of phenomena, but it is an effect produced in our minds by their succession and resemblance. to put a god back of the universe compels us to admit that there was a time when nothing existed except this god; that this god had lived from eternity in an infinite vacuum and in an absolute idleness. the mind of every thoughtful man is forced to one of these two conclusions, either that the universe is self-existent or that it was created by a self-existent being. to my mied there are far more difficulties in the second hypothesis than in the first. . jehovah's promise broken if jehovah was in fact god, he knew the end from the beginning. he knew that his bible would be a breastwork behind which tyranny and hypocrisy would crouch; that it would be quoted by tyrants; that it would be the defense of robbers called kings and of hypocrites called priests. he knew that he had taught the jewish people but little of importance. he knew that he found them free and left them captives. he knew that he had never fulfilled the promises made to them. he knew that while other nations had advanced in art and science his chosen people were savage still. he promised them the world, and gave them a desert. he promised them liberty, and he made them slaves. he promised them victory, and he gave them defeat. he said they should be kings, and he made them serfs. he promised them universal empire, and gave them exile. when one finishes the old testament, he is compelled to say: nothing can add to the misery of a nation whose king is jehovah! . character bather than creed for a thousand years the torch of progress was extinguished in the blood of christ, and his disciples, moved by ignorant zeal, by insane, cruel creeds, destroyed with flame and sword a hundred millions of their fellow-men. they made this world a hell. but if cathedrals had been universities--if dungeons of the inquisition had been laboratories--if christians had believed in character instead of creed--if they had taken from the bible all the good and thrown away the wicked and absurd--if domes of temples had been observatories--if priests had been philosophers--if missionaries had taught the useful arts--if astrology had been astronomy--if the black art had been chemistry--if superstition had been science--if religion had been humanity--it would have been a heaven filled with love, with liberty, and joy. . mohammed the prophet of god mohammed was a poor man, a driver of camels. he was without education, without influence, and without wealth, and yet in a few years he consolidated thousands of tribes, and millions of men confess that there is "one god, and mohammed is his prophet." his success was a thousand times greater during his life than that of christ. he was not crucified; he was a conqueror. "of all men, he exercised the greatest influence upon the human race." never in the world's history did a religion spread with the rapidity of his. it burst like a storm over the fairest portions of the globe. if mr. black is right in his position that rapidity is secured only by the direct aid of the divine being, then mohammed was most certainly the prophet of god. as to wars of extermination and slavery, mohammed agreed with mr. black, and upon polygamy with jehovah. as to religious toleration, he was great enough to say that "men holding to any form of faith might be saved, provided they were virtuous." in this he was far in advance both of jehovah and mr. black. . wanted!--a little more legislation we are informed by mr. black that "polygamy is neither commanded or prohibited in the old testament--that it is only discouraged." it seems to me that a little legislation on that subject might have tended to its "discouragement." but where is the legislation? in the moral code, which mr. black assures us "consists of certain immutable rules to govern the conduct of all men at all times and at all places in their private and personal relations with others," not one word is found on the subject of polygamy. there is nothing "discouraging" in the ten commandments, nor in the records of any conversation jehovah is claimed to have had with moses upon sinai. the life of abraham, the story of jacob and laban, the duty of a brother to be the husband of the widow of his deceased brother, the life of david, taken in connection with the practice of one who is claimed to have been the wisest of men--all these things are probably relied on to show that polygamy was at least "discouraged." certainly jehovah had time to instruct moses as to the infamy of polygamy. he could have spared a few moments from a description of patterns of tongs and basins for a subject so important as this. a few-words in favor of the one wife and one husband--in favor of the virtuous and loving home--might have taken the place of instructions as to cutting the garments of priests and fashioning candlesticks and ounces of gold. if he had left out simply the order that rams' skins should be dyed red, and in its place had said, "a man shall have but one wife, and the wife but one husband," how much better it would have been. . is all that succeeds inspired? again, it is urged that "the acceptance of christianity by a large portion of the generation contemporary with its founder and his apostles, was under the circumstances, an adjudication as solemn and authoritative as mortal intelligence could pronounce." if this is true, then "the acceptance of buddhism by a large portion of the generation contemporary with its founder was an adjudication as solemn and authoritative as mortal intelligence could pronounce." the same could be said of mohammedanism, and, in fact, of every religion that has ever benefited or cursed this world. this argument, when reduced to its simplest form, is this: all that succeeds is inspired. . the morality in christianity the morality in christianity has never opposed the freedom of thought. it has never put, nor tended to put, a chain on a human mind, nor a manacle on a human limb; but the doctrines distinctively christian--the necessity of believing a certain thing; the idea that eternal punishment awaited him who failed to believe; the idea that the innocent can suffer for the guilty--these things have |opposed, and for a thousand years substantially destroyed the freedom of the human mind. all religions have, with ceremony, magic, and mystery, deformed, darkened, and corrupted, the soul. around the sturdy oaks of morality have grown and clung the parasitic, poisonous vines of the miraculous and monstrous. . miracle mongers st. irenæus assures us that all christians possessed the power of working miracles; that they prophesied, cast out devils, healed the sick, and even raised the dead. st. epiphanius asserts that some rivers and fountains were annually transmuted into wine, in attestation of the miracle of cana, adding that he himself had drunk of these fountains. st. augustine declares that one was told in a dream where the bones of st. stephen were buried and the bones were thus discovered and brought to hippo, and that they raised five dead persons to life, and that in two years seventy miracles were performed with these relics. justin martyr states that god once sent some angels to guard the human race, that these angels fell in love with the daughters of men, and became the fathers of innumerable devils. for hundreds of years miracles were about the only things that happened. they were wrought by thousands of christians, and testified to by millions. the saints and martyrs, the best and greatest, were the witnesses and workers of wonders. even heretics, with the assistance of the devil, could suspend the "laws of nature." must we believe these wonderful accounts because they were written by "good men," by christians," who made their statements in the presence and expectation of death"? the truth is that these "good men" were mistaken. they expected the miraculous. they breathed the air of the marvelous. they fed their minds on prodigies, and their imaginations feasted on effects without causes. they were incapable of investigating. doubts were regarded as "rude disturbers of the congregation." credulity and sanctity walked hand in hand. reason was danger. belief was safety. as the philosophy of the ancients was rendered almost worthless by the credulity of the common people, so the proverbs of christ, his religion of forgiveness, his creed of kindness, were lost in the mist of miracle and the darkness of superstition. . the honor due to christ for the man christ--for the reformer who loved his fellow-men--for the man who believed in an infinite father, who would shield the innocent and protect the just--for the martyr who expected to be rescued from the cruel cross, and who at last, finding that his rope was dust, cried out in the gathering gloom of death; "my god! my god! why hast thou forsaken me?"--for that great and suffering man, mistaken though he was, i have the highest admiration and respect. that man did not, as i believe, claim a miraculous origin; he did not pretend to heal the sick nor raise the dead. he claimed simply to be a man, and taught his fellow-men that love is stronger far than hate. his life was written by reverent ignorance. loving credulity belittled his career with feats of jugglery and magic art, and priests wishing to persecute and slay, put in his mouth the words of hatred and revenge. the theological christ is the impossible union of the human and divine--man with the attributes of god, and god with the limitations and weakness of man. . christianity has no monopoly in morals the morality of the world is not distinctively christian. zoroaster, gautama, mohammed, confucius, christ, and, in fact, all founders of religions, have said to their disciples: you must not steal; you must not murder; you must not bear false witness; you must discharge your obligations. christianity is the ordinary moral code, _plus_ the miraculous origin of jesus christ, his crucifixion, his resurrection, his ascension, the inspiration of the bible, the doctrine of the atonement, and the necessity of belief. buddhism is the ordinary moral code, _plus_ the miraculous illumination of buddha, the performance of certain ceremonies, a belief in the transmigration of the soul, and in the final absorption of the human by the infinite. the religion of mohammed is the ordinary moral code, _plus_ the belief that mohammed was the prophet of god, total abstinence from the use of intoxicating drinks, a harem for the faithful here and hereafter, ablutions, prayers, alms, pilgrimages, and fasts. . old age in superstition's lap and here i take occasion to thank mr. black for having admitted that jehovah gave no commandment against the practice of polygamy, that he established slavery, waged wars of extermination, and persecuted for opinions' sake even unto death, most theologians endeavor to putty, patch, and paint the wretched record of inspired crime, but mr. black has been bold enough and honest enough to admit the truth. in this age of fact and demonstration it is refreshing to find a man who believes so thoroughly in the monstrous and miraculous, the impossible and immoral--who still clings lovingly to the legends of the bib and rattle--who through the bitter experiences of a wicked world has kept the credulity of the cradle, and finds comfort and joy in thinking about the garden of eden, the subtile serpent, the flood, and babel's tower, stopped by the jargon of a thousand tongues--who reads with happy eyes the story of the burning brimstone storm that fell upon the cities of the plain, and smilingly explains the transformation of the retrospective mrs. lot--who laughs at egypt's plagues and pharaoh's whelmed and drowning hosts--eats manna with the wandering jews, warms himself at the burning bush, sees korah's company by the hungry earth devoured, claps his wrinkled hands with glee above the heathens' butchered babes, and longingly looks back to the patriarchal days of concubines and slaves. how touching when the learned and wise crawl back in cribs and ask to hear the rhymes and fables once again! how charming in these hard and scientific times to see old age in superstition's lap, with eager lips upon her withered breast! . ararat in chicago a little while ago, in the city of chicago, a gentleman addressed a number of sunday-school children. in his address he stated that some people were wicked enough to deny the story of the deluge; that he was a traveler; that he had been to the top of mount ararat, and had brought with him a stone from that sacred locality. the children were then invited to form in procession and walk by the pulpit, for the purpose of seeing this wonderful stone. after they had looked at it, the lecturer said: "now, children, if you ever hear anybody deny the story of the deluge, or say that the ark did not rest on mount ararat, you can tell them that you know better, because you have seen with your own eyes a stone from that very mountain." . how gods and devils are made it was supposed that god demanded worship; that he loved to be flattered; that he delighted in sacrifice; that nothing made him happier than to see ignorant faith upon its knees; that above all things he hated and despised doubters and heretics, and regarded investigation as rebellion. each community felt it a duty to see that the enemies of god were converted or killed. to allow a heretic to live in peace was to invite the wrath of god. every public evil--every misfortune--was accounted for by something the community had permitted or done. when epidemics appeared, brought by ignorance and welcomed by filth, the heretic was brought out and sacrificed to appease the anger of god. by putting intention behind what man called good, god was produced. by putting intention behind what man called bad, the devil was created. leave this "intention" out, and gods and devils fade away. if not a human being existed, the sun would continue to shine, and tempest now and then would devastate the earth; the rain would fall in pleasant showers; violets would spread their velvet bosoms to the sun, the earthquake would devour, birds would sing, and daisies bloom, and roses blush, and volcanoes fill the heavens with their lurid glare; the procession of the seasons would not be broken, and the stars would shine as serenely as though the world were filled with loving hearts and happy homes. . the romance of figures how long, according to the universal benevolence of the new testament, can a man be reasonably punished in the next world for failing to believe something unreasonable in this? can it be possible that any punishment can endure forever? suppose that every flake of snow that ever fell was a figure nine, and that the first flake was multiplied by the second, and that product by the third, and so on to the last flake. and then suppose that this total should be multiplied by every drop of rain that ever fell, calling each drop a figure nine; and that total by each blade of grass that ever helped to weave a carpet for the earth, calling each blade a figure nine; and that again by every grain of sand on every shore, so that the grand total would make a line of nines so long that it would require millions upon millions of years for light, traveling at the rate of one hundred and eighty-five thousand miles per second, to reach the end. and suppose, further, that each unit in this almost infinite total, stood for billions of ages--still that vast and almost endless time, measured by all the years beyond, is as one flake, one drop, one leaf, one blade, one grain, compared with all the flakes, and drops, and leaves, and blades and grains. upon love's breast the church has placed the eternal asp. and yet, in the same book in which is taught this most infamous of doctrines, we are assured that "the lord is good to all, and his tender mercies are over all his works." . god and zeno if the bible is inspired, jehovah, god of all worlds, actually said: "and if a man smite his servant or his maid with a rod, and he die under his hand, he shall be surely punished; notwithstanding, if he continue a day or two, he shall not be punished, for he is his money." and yet zeno, founder of the stoics, centuries before christ was born, insisted that no man could be the owner of another, and that the title was bad, whether the slave had become so by conquest, or by purchase. jehovah, ordered a jewish general to make war, and gave, among others, this command: "when the lord thy god shall drive them before thee, thou shalt smite them and utterly destroy them." and yet epictetus, whom we have already quoted, gave this marvelous rule for the guidance of human conduct: "live with thy inferiors as thou wouldst have thy superiors live with thee." . why was christ so silent? if christ was in fact god, he knew all the future. before him, like a panorama, moved the history yet to be. he knew exactly how his words would be interpreted. he knew what crimes, what horrors, what infamies, would be committed in his name. he knew that the fires of persecution would climb around the limbs of countless martyrs. he knew that brave men would languish in dungeons, in darkness, filled with pain; that the church would use instruments of torture, that his followers would appeal to whip and chain. he must have seen the horizon of the future red with the flames of the _auto da fe_. he knew all the creeds that would spring like poison fungi from every text. he saw the sects waging war against each other. he saw thousands of men, under the orders of priests, building dungeons for their fellow-men. he saw them using instruments of pain. he heard the groans, saw the faces white with agony, the tears, the blood--heard the shrieks and sobs of all the moaning, martyred multitudes. he knew that commentaries would be written on his words with swords, to be read by the light of fagots. he knew that the inquisition would be born of teachings attributed to him. he saw all the interpolations and falsehoods that hypocrisy would write and tell. he knew that above these fields of death, these dungeons, these burnings, for a thousand years would float the dripping banner of the cross. he knew that in his name his followers would trade in human flesh, that cradles would be robbed and women's breasts unbabed for gold;--and yet he died with voiceless lips. why did he fail to speak? why did he not tell his disciples, and through them the world, that man should not persecute, for opinion's sake, his fellow-man? why did he not cry, you shall not persecute in my name; you shall not burn and torment those who differ from you in creed? why did he not plainly say, i am the son of god? why did he not explain the doctrine of the trinity? why did he not tell the manner of baptism that was pleasing to him? why did he not say something positive, definite, and satisfactory about another world? why did he not turn the tear-stained hope of heaven to the glad knowledge of another life? why did he go dumbly to his death, leaving the world to misery and to doubt? . the philosophy of action consequences determine the quality of an action. if consequences are good, so is the action. if actions had no consequences, they would be neither good nor bad. man did not get his knowledge of the consequences of actions from god, but from experience and reason. if man can, by actual experiment, discover the right and wrong of actions, is it not utterly illogical to declare that they who do not believe in god can have no standard of right and wrong? consequences are the standard by which actions are judged. they are the children that testify as to the real character of their parents. god or no god, larceny is the enemy of industry--industry is the mother of prosperity--prosperity is a good, and therefore larceny is an evil. god or no god, murder is a crime. there has always been a law against larceny, because the laborer wishes to enjoy the fruit of his toil. as long as men object to being killed, murder will be illegal. . infinite punishment for finite crimes. i have insisted, and i still insist, that it is still impossible for a finite man to commit a crime deserving infinite punishment; and upon this subject mr. black admits that "no revelation has lifted the veil between time and eternity;" and, consequently, neither the priest nor the "policeman" knows anything with certainty regarding another world. he simply insists that "in shadowy figures we are warned that a very marked distinction will be made between the good and bad in the next world." there is "a very marked distinction" in this; but there is this rainbow in the darkest human cloud: the worst have hope of reform. all i insist is, if there is another life, the basest soul that finds its way to that dark or radiant shore will have the everlasting chance of doing right. nothing but the most cruel ignorance, the most heartless superstition, the most ignorant theology, ever imagined that the few days of human life spent here, surrounded by mists and clouds of darkness, blown over life's sea by storms and tempests of passion, fixed for all eternity the condition of the human race. if this doctrine be true, this life is but a net, in which jehovah catches souls for hell. . whence came the gospels? we are told that "there is no good reason to doubt that the statements of the evangelists, as we have them now, are genuine." the fact is, no one knows who made the "statements of the evangelists." there are three important manuscripts upon which the christian world relies. "the first appeared in the catalogue of the vatican, in . this contains the old testament. of the new, it contains the four gospels,--the acts, the seven catholic epistles, nine of the pauline epistles, and the epistle to the hebrews, so far as the fourteenth verse of the ninth chapter,"--and nothing more. this is known as the codex vatican. "the second, the alexandrine, was presented to king charles the first, in . it contains the old and new testaments, with some exceptions; passages are wanting in matthew, in john, and in ii. corinthians. it also contains the epistle of clemens romanus, a letter of athanasius, and the treatise of eusebius on the psalms." the last is the sinaitic codex, discovered about , at the convent of st. catherine's, on mount sinai. "it contains the old and new testaments, and in addition the entire epistle of barnabas, and a portion of the shepherd of hennas--two books which, up to the beginning of the fourth century, were looked upon by many as scripture." in this manuscript, or codex, the gospel of st. mark concludes with the eighth verse of the sixteenth chapter, leaving out the frightful passage: "go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. he that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned." in matters of the utmost importance these manuscripts disagree, but even if they all agreed it would not furnish the slightest evidence of their truth. it will not do to call the statements made in the gospels "depositions," until it is absolutely established who made them, and the circumstances under which they were made. neither can we say that "they were made in the immediate prospect of death," until we know who made them. it is absurd to say that "the witnesses could not have been mistaken, because the nature of the facts precluded the possibility of any delusion about them." can it be pretended that the witnesses could not have been mistaken about the relation the holy ghost is alleged to have sustained to jesus christ? is there no possibility of delusion about a circumstance of that kind? did the writers of the four gospels have "the sensible and true avouch of their own eyes and ears" in that behalf? how was it possible for any one of the four evangelists to know that christ was the son of god, or that he was god? his mother wrote nothing on the subject. matthew says that an angel of the lord told joseph in a dream, but joseph never wrote an account of this wonderful vision. luke tells us that the angel had a conversation with mary, and that mary told elizabeth, but elizabeth never wrote a word. there is no account of mary, or joseph, or elizabeth, or the angel, having had any conversation with matthew, mark, luke, or john, in which one word was said about the miraculous origin of jesus christ. the persons who knew did not write, so that the account is nothing but hearsay. does mr. black pretend that such statements would be admitted as evidence in any court? but how do we know that the disciples of christ wrote a word of the gospels? how did it happen that christ wrote nothing? how do we know that the writers of the gospels "were men of unimpeachable character?" . mr. black's admission for the purpose of defending the character of his infallible god, mr. black is forced to defend religious intolerance, wars of extermination, human slavery, and almost polygamy. he admits that god established slavery; that he commanded his chosen people to buy the children of the heathen; that heathen fathers and mothers did right to sell their girls and boys; that god ordered the jews to wage wars of extermination and conquest; that it was right to kill the old and young; that god forged manacles for the human brain; that he commanded husbands to murder their wives for suggesting the worship of the sun or moon; and that every cruel, savage passage in the old testament was inspired by him. such is a "policeman's" view of god. . the stars upon the door of france mr. black justifies all the crimes and horrors, excuses all the tortures of all the christian years, by denouncing the cruelties of the french revolution. thinking people will not hasten to admit that an infinitely good being authorized slavery in judea, because of the atrocities of the french revolution. they will remember the sufferings of the huguenots. they will remember the massacre of st. bartholomew. they will not forget the countless cruelties of priest and king. they will not forget the dungeons of the bastile. they will know that the revolution was an effect, and that liberty was not the cause--that atheism was not the cause. behind the revolution they will see altar and throne--sword and fagot--palace and cathedral--king and priest--master and slave--tyrant and hypocrite. they will see that the excesses, the cruelties, and crimes were but the natural fruit of seeds the church had sown. but the revolution was not entirely evil. upon that cloud of war, black with the myriad miseries of a thousand years, dabbled with blood of king and queen, of patriot and priest, there was this bow: "beneath the flag of france all men are free." in spite of all the blood and crime, in spite of deeds that seem insanely base, the people placed upon a nation's brow these stars:--liberty, fraternity, equality--grander words than ever issued from jehovah's lips. a kind word for john chinaman on the th day of march, , messrs. wright, dickey, o'conner, and murch, of the select committee appointed by congress to "consider the causes of the present depression of labor," presented the majority special report on chinese immigration. the following quotations are excerpts from col. r. g. ingersoll's caustic review of that report. . the select committee afraid these gentlemen are in great fear for the future of our most holy and perfectly authenticated religion, and have, like faithful watchmen, from the walls and towers of zion, hastened to give the alarm. they have informed congress that "joss has his temple of worship in the chinese quarters, in san francisco. within the walls of a dilapidated structure is exposed to the view of the faithful the god of the chinaman, and here are his altars of worship, here he tears up his pieces of paper; here he offers up his prayers; here he receives his religious consolations, and here is his road to the celestial land." that "joss is located in a long, narrow room, in a building in a back alley, upon a kind of altar;" that "he is a wooden image, looking as much like an alligator as like a human being;" that the chinese "think there is such a place as heaven;" that "all classes of chinamen worship idols;" that "the temple is open every day at all hours;" that "the chinese have no sunday;" that this heathen god has "huge jaws, a big red tongue, large white teeth, a half dozen arms, and big, fiery, eyeballs. about him are placed offerings of meat, and other eatables--a sacrificial offering." . the gods of the joss-house and patmos no wonder that these members of the committee were shocked at such a god, knowing as they did, that the only true god was correctly described by the inspired lunatic of patmos in the following words: "and there sat in the midst of the seven golden candlesticks one like unto the son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle. his head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; and his feet like unto fine brass as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters. and he had in his right hand seven stars; and out of his mouth went a sharp, two-edged sword; and his countenance was as the sun shining in his strength." certainly, a large mouth, filled with white teeth, is preferable to one used as the scabbard of a sharp, two-edged sword. why should these gentlemen object to a god with big fiery eyeballs, when their own deity has eyes like a flame of fire? . a little too late is it not a little late in the day to object to people because they sacrifice meat and other eatables to their god? we all know, that for thousands of years the "real" god was exceedingly fond of roasted meat; that he loved the savor of burning flesh, and delighted in the perfume of fresh warm blood. . christianity has a fair show in san francisco the world is also informed by these gentlemen that "the idolatry of the chinese produces a demoralizing effect upon our american youth by bringing sacred things into disrespect and making religion a theme of disgust and contempt." in san francisco there are some three hundred thousand people. is it possible that a few chinese can bring "our holy religion" into disgust and contempt? in that city there are fifty times as many churches as joss-houses. scores of sermons are uttered every week; religious books and papers are plentiful as leaves in autumn, and somewhat dryer; thousands of bibles are within the reach of all. . an arrow from the quiver of satire and there, too, is the example of a christian city. why should we send missionaries to china, if we cannot convert the heathen when they come here? when missionaries go to a foreign land the poor benighted people have to take their word for the blessings showered upon a christian people; but when the heathen come here, they can see for themselves. what was simply a story becomes a demonstrated fact. they come in contact with people who love their enemies. they see that in a christian land men tell the truth; that they will not take advantage of strangers; that they are just and patient; kind and tender; and have no prejudice on account of color, race or religion; that they look upon mankind as brethren; that they speak of god as a universal father, and are willing to work and even to suffer, for the good, not only of their own countrymen, but of the heathen as well. all this the chinese see and know, and why they still cling to the religion of their country is, to me, a matter of amazement. . we have no religious system i take this, the earliest opportunity, to inform these gentlemen composing a majority of the committee, that we have in the united states no "religious system;" that this is a secular government. that it has no religious creed; that it does not believe nor disbelieve in a future state of reward or punishment; that it neither affirms nor denies the existence of a "living" god. . congress nothing to do with religion congress has nothing to do with the religion of the people. its members are not responsible to god for the opinions of their constituents, and it may tend to the happiness of the constituents for me to state that they are in no way responsible for the religion of the members. religion is an individual, not a national matter. and where the nation interferes with the right of conscience, the liberties of the people are devoured by the monster superstition. . concessions of the illustrious four! but i am astonished that four christian statesmen, four members of congress in the last quarter of the nineteenth century, who seriously object to people on account of their religious convictions, should still assert that the very religion in which they believe--and the only religion established by the living god-head of the american system--is not adapted to the spiritual needs of one-third of the human race. it is amazing that these four gentlemen have, in the defense of the christian religion, announced the discovery that it is wholly inadequate for the civilization of mankind; that the light of the cross can never penetrate the darkness of china; "that all the labors of the missionary, the example of the good, the exalted character of our civilization, make no impression upon the pagan life of the chinese;" and that even the report of this committee will not tend to elevate, refine and christianize the yellow heathen of the pacific coast. in the name of religion these gentlemen have denied its power and mocked at the enthusiasm of its founder. worse than this, they have predicted for the chinese a future of ignorance and idolatry in this world, and, if the "american system" of religion is true, hell-fire in the next. . do not trample on john chinaman do not trample upon these people because they have a different conception of things about which even this committee knows nothing. give them the same privilege you enjoy of making a god after their own fashion. and let them describe him as they will. would you be willing to have them remain, if one of their race, thousands of years ago, had pretended to have seen god, and had written of him as follows: "there went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth; coals were kindled by it, * * * and he rode upon a cherub and did fly." why should you object to these people on account of their religion? your objection has in it the spirit of hate and intolerance. of that spirit the inquisition was born. that spirit lighted the fagot, made the thumb-screw, put chains upon the limbs, and lashes upon the backs of men. the same spirit bought and sold, captured and kidnapped human beings; sold babes, and justified all the horrors of slavery. . be honest with the chinese if you wish to drive out the chinese, do not make a pretext of religion. do not pretend that you are trying to do god a favor. injustice in his name is doubly detestable. the assassin cannot sanctify his dagger by falling on his knees, and it does not help a falsehood if it be uttered as a prayer. religion, used, to intensify the hatred of men toward men, under the pretense of pleasing god, has cursed this world. . an honest merchant the best missionary i am almost sure that i have read somewhere that "christ died for _all_ men," and that "god is no respecter of persons." it was once taught that it was the duty of christians to tell to all people the "tidings of great joy." i have never believed these things myself, but have always contended that an honest merchant was the best missionary. commerce makes friends, religion makes enemies; the one enriches, and the other impoverishes; the one thrives best where the truth is told, the other where falsehoods are believed. for myself, i have but little confidence in any business, or enterprise, or investment, that promises dividends only after the death of the stockholders. . good words from confucius for the benefit of these four philosophers and prophets, i will give a few extracts from the writings of confucius that will, in my judgment, compare favorably with the best passages of their report: "my doctrine is that man must be true to the principles of his nature, and the benevolent exercises of them toward others." "with coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and with my bended arm for a pillow, i still have joy." "riches and honor acquired by injustice are to me but floating clouds." "the man who, in view of gain, thinks of righteousness; who, in view of danger, forgets life; and who remembers an old agreement, however far back it extends, such a man may be reckoned a complete man." "recompense injury with justice, and kindness with kindness." there is one word which may serve as a rule of practice for all one's life: reciprocity is that word. . the ancient chinese when the ancestors of the four christian congressmen were barbarians, when they lived in caves, gnawed bones, and worshiped dry snakes; the infamous chinese were reading these sublime sentences of confucius. when the forefathers of these christian statesmen were hunting toads to get the jewels out of their heads to be used as charms, the wretched chinamen were calculating eclipses, and measuring the circumference of the earth. when the progenitors of these representatives of the "american system of religion" were burning women charged with nursing devils, these people "incapable of being influenced by the exalted character of our civilization," were building asylums for the insane. . the chinese and civil service reform neither should it be forgotten that, for thousands of years, the chinese have honestly practised the great principle known as civil service reform--a something that even the administration of mr. hayes has reached only through the proxy of promise. . invading china in the name of opium and christ the english battered down the door of china in the names of opium and christ. this infamy was regarded as another triumph of the gospel. at last in self-defense the chinese allowed christians to touch their shores. their wise men, their philosophers, protested, and prophesied that time would show that christians could not be trusted. this re port proves that the wise men were not only philosophers but prophets. . don't be dishonest in the name of god treat china as you would england. keep a treaty while it is in force. change it if you will, according to the laws of nations, but on no account excuse a breach of national faith by pretending that we are dishonest for god's sake. concerning creeds and the tyranny of sects . diversity of opinion abolished by henry viii in the reign of henry viii--that pious and moral founder of the apostolic episcopal church,--there was passed by the parliament of england an act entitled, "an act for abolishing of diversity of opinion." and in this act was set forth what a good christian was obliged to believe: first, that in the sacrament was the real body and blood of jesus christ. second, that the body and blood of jesus christ was in the bread, and the blood and body of jesus christ was in the wine. third, that priests should not marry. fourth, that vows of chastity were of perpetual obligation. fifth, that private masses ought to be continued; and, sixth, that auricular confession to a priest must be maintained. this creed was made by law, in order that all men might know just what to believe by simply reading the statute. the church hated to see the people wearing out their brains in thinking upon these subjects. . spencer and darwin damned according to the philosophy of theology, man has continued to degenerate for six thousand years. to teach that there is that in nature which impels to higher forms and grander ends, is heresy, of course. the deity will damn spencer and his "evolution," darwin and his "origin of species," bastian and his "spontaneous generation," huxley and his "protoplasm," tyndall and his "prayer gauge," and will save those, and those only, who declare that the universe has been cursed, from the smallest atom to the grandest star; that everything tends to evil and to that only, and that the only perfect thing in nature is the presbyterian confession of faith. . the dead do not persecute imagine a vine that grows at one end and decays at the other. the end that grows is heresy, the end that rots is orthodox. the dead are orthodox, and your cemetery is the most perfect type of a well regulated church. no thought, no progress, no heresy there. slowly and silently, side by side, the satisfied members peacefully decay. there is only this difference--the dead do not persecute. . the atheist a legal outcast in illinois the supreme court of illinois decided, in the year of grace , that an unbeliever in the existence of an intelligent first cause could not be allowed to testify in any court. his wife and children might have been murdered before his very face, and yet in the absence of other witnesses, the murderer could not have even been indicted. the atheist was a legal outcast. to him, justice was not only blind, but deaf. he was liable, like other men, to support the government, and was forced to contribute his share towards paying the salaries of the very judges who decided that under no circumstances could his voice be heard in any court. this was the law of illinois, and so remained until the adoption of the new constitution by such infamous means has the church endeavored to chain the human mind, and protect the majesty of her god. . how the owls hoot now and then somebody examines, and in spite of all keeps his manhood, and has the courage to follow where his reason leads. then the pious get together and repeat wise saws, and exchange knowing nods and most prophetic winks. the stupidly wise sit owl-like on the dead limbs of the tree of knowledge, and solemnly hoot. . the fate of theological students thousands of young men are being educated at this moment by the various churches. what for? in order that they may be prepared to investigate the phenomena by which we are surrounded? no! the object, and the only object, is that they may be prepared to defend a creed; that they may learn the arguments of their respective churches, and repeat them in the dull ears of a thoughtless congregation. if one, after being thus trained at the expense of the methodists, turns presbyterian or baptist, he is denounced as an ungrateful wretch. honest investigation is utterly impossible within the pale of any church, for the reason, that if you think the church is right you will not investigate, and if you think it wrong, the church will investigate you. the consequence of this is, that most of the theological literature is the result of suppression, of fear, tyranny and hypocrisy. . trials for heresy a trial for heresy means that the spirit of persecution still lingers in the church; that it still denies the right of private judgment; that it still thinks more of creed than truth, and that it is still determined to prevent the intellectual growth of man. it means the churches are shambles in which are bought and sold the souls of men. it means that the church is still guilty of the barbarity of opposing thought with force. it means that if it had the power, the mental horizon would be bound by a creed; that it would bring again the whips and chains and dungeon keys, the rack and fagot of the past. . presbyterianism softening fortunately for us, civilization has had a softening effect even upon the presbyterian church. to the ennobling influence of the arts and sciences the savage spirit of calvinism has, in some slight degree, succumbed. true, the old creed remains substantially as it was written, but by a kind of tacit understanding it has come to be regarded as a relic of the past. the cry of "heresy" has been growing fainter and fainter, and, as a consequence, the ministers of that denomination have ventured, now and then, to express doubts as to the damnation of infants, and the doctrine of total depravity. . the methodist "hoist with his own petard." a few years ago a methodist clergyman took it upon himself to give me a piece of friendly advice. "although you may disbelieve the bible," said he, "you ought not to say so. that, you should keep to yourself." "do you believe the bible," said i. he replied, "most assuredly." to which i retorted, "your answer conveys no information to me. you may be following your own advice. you told me to suppress my opinions. of course a man who will advise others to dissimulate will not always be particular about telling the truth himself." . the precious doctrine of total depravity what a precious doctrine is that of the total depravity of the human heart! how sweet it is to believe that the lives of all the good and great were continual sins and perpetual crimes; that the love a mother bears her child is, in the sight of god, a sin; that the gratitude of the natural heart is simple meanness; that the tears of pity are impure; that for the unconverted to live and labor for others is an offense to heaven; that the noblest aspirations of the soul are low and groveling in the sight of god. . guilty of heresy whoever has an opinion of his own, and honestly expresses it, will be guilty of heresy. heresy is what the minority believe; it is the name given by the powerful to the doctrine of the weak. this word was born of the hatred, arrogance and cruelty of those who love their enemies, and who, when smitten on one cheek, turn the other. this word was born of intellectual slavery in the feudal ages of thought. it was an epithet used in the place of argument. from the commencement of the christian era, every art has been exhausted and every conceivable punishment inflicted to force all people to hold the same religious opinions. this effort was born of the idea that a certain belief was necessary to the salvation of the soul. . dishonest teachers. one great trouble is that most teachers are dishonest. they teach as certainties those things concerning which they entertain doubts. they do not say, "we _think_ this is so," but "we _know_ this is so." they do not appeal to the reason of the pupil, but they command his faith. they keep all doubts to themselves; they do not explain, they assert. all this is infamous. . self-reliance a deadly sin! in all ages reason has been regarded as the enemy of religion. nothing has been considered so pleasing to the deity as a total denial of the authority of your own mind. self-reliance has been thought a deadly sin; and the idea of living and dying without the aid and consolation of superstition has always horrified the church. by some unaccountable infatuation, belief has been and still is considered of immense importance. all religions have been based upon the idea that god will forever reward the true believer, and eternally damn the man who doubts or denies. belief is regarded as the one essential thing. to practice justice, to love mercy, is not enough. you must believe in some incomprehensible creed. you must say, "once one is three, and three times one is one." the man who practiced every virtue, but failed to believe, was execrated. nothing so outrages the feelings of the church as a moral unbeliever--nothing so horrible as a charitable atheist. . a hundred and fifty years ago one hundred and fifty years ago the foremost preachers would have perished at the stake. a universalist would have been torn in pieces in england, scotland, and america. unitarians would have found themselves in the stocks, pelted by the rabble with dead cats, after which their ears would have been cut off, their tongues bored, and their foreheads branded. . the despotism of faith the despotism of faith is justified upon the ground that christian countries are the grandest and most prosperous of the world. at one time the same thing could have been truly said in india, in egypt, in greece, in rome, and in every other country that has, in the history of the world, swept to empire. this argument proves too much not only, but the assumption upon which it is based is utterly false. . believe, or beware and what does a trial for heresy mean? it means that the church says a heretic, "believe as i do, or i will withdraw my support. i will not employ you. i will pursue you until your garments are rags; until your children cry for bread; until your cheeks are furrowed with tears. i will hunt you to the very portals of the grave." . calvin's petrified heart luther denounced mental liberty with all the coarse and brutal vigor of his nature; calvin despised, from the very bottom of his petrified heart, anything that even looked like religious toleration, and solemnly declared that to advocate it was to crucify christ afresh. all the founders of all the orthodox churches have advocated the same infamous tenet. the truth is, that what is called religion is necessarily inconsistent with free thought. . logic unconfined. must one be versed in latin before he is entitled to express his opinion as to the genuineness of a pretended revelation from god? common sense belongs exclusively to no tongue. logic is not confined to, nor has it been buried with, the dead languages. paine attacked the bible as it is translated. if the translation is wrong, let its defenders correct it. . politeness at athens! a gentleman, walking among the ruins of athens came upon a fallen statue of jupiter; making an exceedingly low bow he said: "o jupiter! i salute thee." he then added: "should you ever sit upon the throne of heaven again, do not, i pray you, forget that i treated you politely when you were prostrate." . the tail of a lion there is no saying more degrading than this: "it is better to be the tail of a lion than the head of a dog." it is a responsibility to think and act for yourself. most people hate responsibility; therefore they join something and become the tail of some lion. they say, "my party can act for me--my church can do my thinking. it is enough for me to pay taxes and obey the lion to which i belong, without troubling myself about the right, the wrong, or the why or the wherefore." . while the preachers talked the people slept the fact is, the old ideas became a little monotonous to the people. the fall of man, the scheme of redemption and irresistible grace, began to have a familiar sound. the preachers told the old stories while the congregations slept. some of the ministers became tired of these stories themselves. the five points grew dull, and they felt that nothing short of irresistible grace could bear this endless repetition. the outside world was full of progress, and in every direction men advanced, while the church, anchored to a creed, idly rotted at the shore. . christianity no friend to progress christianity has always opposed every forward movement of the human race. across the highway of progress it has always been building breastworks of bibles, tracts, commentaries, prayer-books, creeds, dogmas and platforms, and at every advance the christians have gathered together behind these heaps of rubbish and shot the poisoned arrows of malice at the soldiers of freedom. . where is the new eden? you may be laughed at in this world for insisting that god put adam into a deep sleep and made a woman out of one of his ribs, but you will be crowned and glorified in the next. you will also have the pleasure of hearing the gentlemen howl there, who laughed at you here. while you will not be permitted to take any revenge, you will be allowed to smilingly express your entire acquiescence in the will of god. but where is the new eden? no one knows. the one was lost, and the other has not been found. . the real eden is beyond nations and individuals fail and die, and make room for higher forms. the intellectual horizon of the world widens as the centuries pass. ideals grow grander and purer; the difference between justice and mercy becomes less and less; liberty enlarges, and love intensifies as the years sweep on. the ages of force and fear, of cruelty and wrong, are behind us and the real eden is beyond. it is said that a desire for knowledge lost us the eden of the past; but whether that is true or not, it will certainly give us the eden of the future. . party names belittle men let us forget that we are baptists, methodists, catholics, presbyterians, or free-thinkers, and remember only that we are men and women. after all, man and woman are the highest possible titles. all other names belittle us, and show that we have, to a certain extent, given up our individuality. a few plain questions . where did the serpent come from? where did the serpent come from? on which of the six days was he created? who made him? is it possible that god would make a successful rival? he must have known that adam and eve would fall. he knew what a snake with a "spotted, dappled skin" could do with an inexperienced woman. why did he not defend his children? he knew that if the serpent got into the garden, adam and eve would sin, that he would have to drive them out, that afterwards the world would be destroyed, and that he himself would die upon the cross. . must we believe fables to be good and true? must we, in order to be good, gentle and loving in our lives, believe that the creation of woman was a second thought? that jehovah really endeavored to induce adam to take one of the lower animals as an helpmeet for him? after all, is it not possible to live honest and courageous lives without believing these fables? . why did not god kill the serpent? why was not the serpent kept out of the garden? why did not the lord god take him by the tail and snap his head off? why did he not put adam and eve on their guard about this serpent? they, of course, were not acquainted in the neighborhood, and knew nothing about the serpent's reputation. . questions about the ark how was the ark kept clean? we know how it was ventilated; but what was done with the filth? how were the animals watered? how were some portions of the ark heated for animals from the tropics, and others kept cool for the polar bears? how did the animals get back to their respective countries? some had to creep back about six thousand miles, and they could only go a few feet a day. some of the creeping things must have started for the ark just as soon as they were made, and kept up a steady jog for sixteen hundred years. think of a couple of the slowest snails leaving a point opposite the ark and starting for the plains of shinar, a distance of twelve thousand miles. going at the rate rate of a mile a month, it would take them a thousand years. how did they get there? polar bears must have gone several thousand miles, and so sudden a change in climate must have been exceedingly trying upon their health. how did they know the way to go? of course, all the polar bears did not go. only two were required. who selected these? . was language confounded at babel. how could language be confounded? it could be confounded only by the destruction of memory. did god destroy the memory of mankind at that time, and if so, how? did he paralyze that portion of the brain presiding over the organs of articulation, so that they could not speak the words, although they remembered them clearly, or did he so touch the brain that they could not hear? will some theologian, versed in the machinery of the miraculous, tell us in what way god confounded the language of mankind? . would god kill a man for making ointment? can we believe that the real god, if there is one, ever ordered a man to be killed simply for making hair oil, or ointment? we are told in the thirtieth chapter of exodus, that the lord commanded moses to take myrrh, cinnamon, sweet calamus, cassia, and olive oil, and make a holy ointment for the purpose of anointing the tabernacle, tables, candlesticks and other utensils, as well as aaron and his sons; saying, at the same time, that whosoever compounded any like it, or whoever put any of it on a stranger, should be put to death. in the same chapter, the lord furnishes moses with a recipe for making a perfume, saying, that whoever should make any which smelled like it, should be cut off from his people. this, to me, sounds so unreasonable that i cannot believe it. . how did water run up hill? some christians say that the fountains of the great deep were broken up. will they be kind enough to tell us what the fountains of the great deep are? others say that god had vast stores of water in the center of the earth that he used on the occasion of the flood. how did these waters happen to run up hill? . would a real god uphold slavery? must we believe that god called some of his children the money of others? can we believe that god made lashes upon the naked back, a legal tender for labor performed? must we regard the auction block as an altar? were blood hounds, apostles? was the slave-pen a temple? were the stealers and whippers of babes and women the justified children of god? . will there be an eternal auto da fe? will some minister, who now believes in religious liberty, and eloquently denounces the intolerance of catholicism, explain these things; will he tell us why he worships an intolerant god? is a god who will burn a soul forever in another world, better than a christian who burns the body for a few hours in this? is there no intellectual liberty in heaven? do the angels all discuss questions on the same side? are all the investigators in perdition? will the penitent thief, winged and crowned, laugh at the honest folks in hell? will the agony of the damned increase or decrease the happiness of god? will there be, in the universe, an eternal _auto da fe_? . why hate an atheist? why should a believer in god hate an atheist? surely the atheist has not injured god, and surely he is human, capable of joy and pain, and entitled to all the rights of man. would it not be far better to treat this atheist, at least, as well as he treats us? orient pearls as random strung i do not believe that christians are as bad as their creeds. the highest crime against a creed is to change it. reformation is treason. a believer is a bird in a cage, a free-thinker is an eagle parting the clouds with tireless wing. all that is good in our civilization is the result of commerce, climate, soil, geographical position. the heretics have not thought and suffered and died in vain. every heretic has been, and is, a ray of light. no man ever seriously attempted to reform a church without being cast out and hunted down by the hounds of hypocrisy. after all, the poorest bargain that a human being can make, is to give his individuality for what is called respectability. on every hand are the enemies of individuality and mental freedom. custom meets us at the cradle and leaves us only at the tomb. there can be nothing more utterly subversive of all that is really valuable than the suppression of honest thought. no man, worthy of the form he bears, will at the command of church or state solemnly repeat a creed his reason scorns. although we live in what is called a free government,--and politically we are free,--there is but little religious liberty in america. according to orthodox logic, god having furnished us with imperfect minds, has a right to demand a perfect result. nearly all people stand in great horror of annihilation, and yet to give up your individuality is to annihilate yourself. when women reason, and babes sit in the lap of philosophy, the victory of reason over the shadowy host of darkness will be complete. of all the religions that have been produced by the egotism, the malice, the ignorance and ambition of man, presbyterianism is the most hideous. and what man who really thinks can help repeating the words of ennius: "if there are gods they certainly pay no attention to the affairs of man." events, like the pendulum of a clock have swung forward and backward, but after all, man, like the hands, has gone steadily on. man is growing grander. in spite of church and dogma, there have been millions and millions of men and women true to the loftiest and most generous promptings of the human heart. i was taught to hate catholicism with every drop of my blood, it is only justice to say, that in all essential particulars it is precisely the same as every other religion. wherever brave blood has been shed, the sword of the church has been wet. on every chain has been the sign of the cross. the altar and throne have leaned against and supported each other. we have all been taught by the church that nothing is so well calculated to excite the ire of the deity as to express a doubt as to his existence, and that to deny it is an unpardonable sin. universal obedience is universal stagnation; disobedience is one of the conditions of progress. select any age of the world and tell me what would have been the effect of implicit obedience. we have no national religion, and no national god; but every citizen is allowed to have a religion and a god of his own, or to reject all religions and deny the existence of all gods. whatever may be the truth upon any subject has nothing to do with our right to investigate that subject, and express any opinion we may form. all that i ask, is the same right i freely accord to all others. mental slavery is mental death, and every man who has given up his intellectual freedom is the living coffin of his dead soul. in this sense, every church is a cemetery and every creed an epitaph. think of reading the th psalm to a heathen who has a bible of his own in which is found this passage: "blessed is the man and beloved of all the gods, who is afraid of no man, and of whom no man is afraid." the trouble with most people is, they bow to what is called authority; they have a certain reverence for the old because it is old. they think a man is better for being dead, especially if he has been dead a long time. we should all remember that to be like other people is to be unlike ourselves, and that nothing can be more detestable in character than servile imitation. the great trouble with imitation is, that we are apt to ape those who are in reality far below us. suppose the church had had absolute control of the human mind at any time, would not the words liberty and progress have been blotted from human speech? in defiance of advice, the world has advanced. over every fortress of tyranny has waved, and still waves, the banner of the church. the church has won no victories for the rights of man. we have advanced in spite of religious zeal, ignorance, and opposition. luther labored to reform the church--voltaire, to reform men. there have been, and still are, too many men who own themselves--too much thought, too much knowledge for the church to grasp again the sword of power. the church must abdicate. for the eg-lon of superstition science has a message from truth. it is a blessed thing that in every age some one has had individuality enough and courage enough to stand by his own convictions,--some one who had the grandeur to say his say. i believe it was magellan who said. "the church says the earth is flat; but i have seen its shadow on the moon, and i have more confidence even in a shadow than in the church." "on the prow of his ship were disobedience, defiance, scorn, and success. ingersoll's oration at his brother's grave a tribute to ebon c. ingersoll, by his brother robert--the record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet, unselfish act is now a perfumed flower. dear friends: i am going to do that which the dead oft promised he would do for me. the loved and loving brother, husband, father, friend, died where manhood's morning almost touches noon, and while the shadows still were falling toward the west. he had not passed on life's highway the stone that marks the highest point; but, being weary for a moment, he lay down by the wayside, and, using his burden for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his eyelids still. while yet in love with life and raptured with the world, he passed to silence and pathetic dust. yet, after all, it may be best, just in the happiest, sunniest hour of all the voyage, while eager winds are kissing every sail, to dash against the unseen rock, and in an instant hear the billows roar above a sunken ship for whether in mid sea or 'mong the breakers of the farther shore, a wreck at last must mark the end of each and all. and every life, no matter if its every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with a joy, will, at its close, become a tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death. this brave and tender man in every storm of life was oak and rock; but in the sunshine he was vine and flower. he was the friend of all heroic souls. he climbed the heights, and left all superstitions far below, while on his forehead fell the golden dawning of the grander day. he loved the beautiful, and was with color, form, and music touched to tears. he sided with the weak, the poor, and wronged, and lovingly gave alms. with loyal heart and with the purest hands he faithfully discharged all public trusts. he was a worshiper of liberty, a friend of the oppressed. a thousand times i have heard him quote these words: "for justice all place a temple, and all season, summer." he believed that happiness was the only good, reason the only torch, justice the only worship, humanity the only religion, and love the only priest. he added to the sum of human joy; and were every one to whom he did some loving service to bring a blossom to his grave, he would sleep to-night beneath a wilderness of sweet flowers. life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. we strive in vain to look beyond the heights. we cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. from the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word; but in the night of death hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. he who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whispered with his latest breath, "i am better now." let us believe, in spite of doubts and dogmas, of fears and tears, that these dear words are true of all the countless dead. and now, to you, who have been chosen, from among the many men he loved, to do the last sad office for the dead, we give his sacred dust. speech cannot contain our love. there was, there is, no gentler, stronger, manlier man. ingersoll's dream of the war the following words of matchless eloquence were addressed by col. ingersoll to the veteran soldiers of indianapolis. the past, as it were, rises before me like a dream. again we are in the great struggle for national life. we hear the sound of preparation--the music of the boisterous drums--the silver voices of heroic bugles. we see thousands of assemblages, and hear the appeals of orators; we see the pale cheeks of women, and the flushed faces of men; and in those assemblages we see all the dead whose dust we have covered with flowers. we lose sight of them no more. we are with them when they enlist in the great army of freedom. we see them part with those they love. some are walking for the last time in quiet, woody places with the maidens they adore. we hear the whisperings and the sweet vows of eternal love as they lingeringly part forever. others are bending over cradles kissing babes that are asleep. some are receiving the blessings of old men. some are parting with mothers who hold them and press them to their hearts again and again, and say nothing; and some are talking with wives, and endeavoring with brave words spoken in the old tones to drive away the awful fear. we see them part. we see the wife standing in the door with the babe in her arms--standing in the sunlight sobbing--at the turn of the road a hand waves--she answers by holding high in her loving hands the child. he is gone, and forever. we see them all as they march proudly away under the flaunting flags, keeping time to the wild music of war--marching down the streets of the great cities--through the towns and across the prairies--down to the fields of glory, and do and to die for the eternal right. we go with them one and all. we are by their side on all the gory fields, in all the hospitals of pain--on all the weary marches. we stand guard with them in the wild storm and under the quiet stars. we are with them in ravines running with blood--in the furrows of old fields. we are with them between contending hosts, unable to move, wild with thirst, the life ebbing slowly away among the withered leaves. we see them pierced by balls and torn with shells in the trenches of forts, and in the whirlwind of the charge, where men become iron with nerves of steel. we are with them in the prisons of hatred and famine, but human speech can never tell what they endured. we are at home when the news comes that they are dead. we see the maiden in the shadow of her sorrow. we see the silvered head of the old man bowed with the last grief. the past rises before us, and we see four millions of human beings governed by the lash--we see them bound hand and foot--we hear the strokes of cruel whips--we see the hounds tracking women through tangled swamps. we see babes sold from the breasts of mothers. cruelty unspeakable! outrage infinite! four million bodies in chains--four million souls in fetters. all the sacred relations of wife, mother, father and child trampled beneath the brutal feet of might. all this was done under our own beautiful banner of the free. the past rises before us. we hear the roar and shriek of the bursting shell. the broken fetters fall. there heroes died. we look. instead of slaves we see men and women and children. the wand of progress touches the auction-block, the slave-pen, and the whipping-post, and we see homes and firesides, and school-houses and books, and where all was want and crime, and cruelty and fear, we see the faces of the free. these heroes are dead. they died for liberty--they died for us. they are at rest, they sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the embracing vines. they sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the window-less palace of rest. earth may run red with other wars--they are at peace. in the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. i have one sentiment for the soldiers living and dead--cheers for the living and tears for the dead. epigrams. it is not necessary to be a pig in order to raise one. houses makes patriots. a blow from a parent leaves a scar on the soul of the child. free speech is the brain of the republic. a mortgage casts a shadow on the sunniest field. agriculture is the basis of all wealth. every man should endeavor to belong to himself. it is better to be a whole farmer than part of a mechanic. nothing is ever made by rascality. one good school-master is worth a thousand priests. a lie will not fit a fact. out in the intellectual sea there is room for every sail. an honest god is the noblest work of man. to plow is to pray. progress is born of courage. fear paralyzes the brain. definitions. a king is a non-producing thief, sitting on a throne, surrounded by vermin. whiskey is the son of villainies, the father of all crimes, the mother of all abominations, the devil's best friend, and god's worst enemy. an orthodox man is a gentleman petrified in his mind. heresy is a cradle. orthodoxy is a coffin. chicago is a marvel of energy, a miracle of nerva the pulpit is a pillory. theology is a superstition. humanity is the only religion. a republican is a man who loves something. a democrat is a man who hates something. germany is the land of science. civilization is the child of forethought prejudice is the child of ignorance. infidelity is liberty. religion is slavery. beliefs. i believe in absolute intellectual liberty. i believe in american labor. i believe in the democracy of the fireside, in the republicanism of the home. i believe in liberty, always and everywhere. i believe in truth, in investigation, in forethought. i believe in the gospel of education, of cheerfulness, of justice and intelligence. quotes and images: confessions of rousseau confessions of rousseau by jean jacques rousseau a feeling heart the foundation of all my misfortunes a religion preached by such missionaries must lead to paradise! a subject not even fit to make a priest of a man, on being questioned, is immediately on his guard adopted the jargon of books, than the knowledge they contained all animals are distrustful of man, and with reason all your evils proceed from yourselves! an author must be independent of success ardor for learning became so far a madness aversion to singularity avoid putting our interests in competition with our duty being beat like a slave, i judged i had a right to all vices bilboquet catholic must content himself with the decisions of others caution is needless after the evil has happened cemented by reciprocal esteem considering this want of decency as an act of courage conversations were more serviceable than his prescriptions degree of sensuality had mingled with the smart and shame die without the aid of physicians difficult to think nobly when we think for a livelihood dine at the hour of supper; sup when i should have been asleep disgusted with the idle trifling of a convent dissembler, though, in fact, i was only courteous dying for love without an object endeavoring to hide my incapacity, i rarely fail to show it endeavoring to rise too high we are in danger of falling ever appearing to feel as little for others as herself finding in every disease symptoms similar to mine first instance of violence and oppression is so deeply engraved first time in my life, of saying, "i merit my own esteem" flattery, or rather condescension, is not always a vice force me to be happy in the manner they should point out foresight with me has always embittered enjoyment hastening on to death without having lived hat, only fit to be carried under his arm have the pleasure of seeing an ass ride on horseback have ever preferred suffering to owing her excessive admiration or dislike of everything hold fast to aught that i have, and yet covet nothing more hopes, in which self-love was by no means a loser how many wrongs are effaced by the embraces of a friend! i never much regretted sleep i strove to flatter my idleness i never heard her speak ill of persons who were absent i loved her too well to wish to possess her i felt no dread but that of being detected i was long a child, and am so yet in many particulars i am charged with the care of myself only i only wished to avoid giving offence i did not fear punishment, but i dreaded shame i had a numerous acquaintance, yet no more than two friends idea of my not being everything to her idleness is as much the pest of society as of solitude if you have nothing to do, you must absolutely speak continually in the course of their lives frequently unlike themselves in company i suffer cruelly by inaction in a nation of blind men, those with one eye are kings indolence, negligence and delay in little duties to be fulfilled indolence of company is burdensome because it is forced injustice of mankind which embitters both life and death insignificant trash that has obtained the name of education instead of being delighted with the journey only wished arrival is it possible to dissimulate with persons whom we love? jean bapiste rousseau knew how to complain, but not how to act law that the accuser should be confined at the same time left to nature the whole care of my own instruction less degree of repugnance in divulging what is really criminal letters illustrious in proportion as it was less a trade loaded with words and redundancies looking on each day as the last of my life love of the marvellous is natural to the human heart make men like himself, instead of taking them as they were making their knowledge the measure of possibilities making me sensible of every deficiency manoeuvres of an author to the care of publishing a good book men, in general, make god like themselves men of learning more tenaciously retain their prejudices mistake wit for sense moment i acquired literary fame, i had no longer a friend money that we possess is the instrument of liberty money we lack and strive to obtain is the instrument of slavery more stunned than flattered by the trumpet of fame more folly than candor in the declaration without necessity multiplying persons and adventures my greatest faults have been omissions myself the principal object necessity, the parent of industry, suggested an invention neither the victim nor witness of any violent emotions no sooner had lost sight of men than i ceased to despise them no longer permitted to let old people remain out of paris not so easy to quit her house as to enter it not knowing how to spend their time, daily breaking in upon me nothing absurd appears to them incredible obliged to pay attention to every foolish thing uttered obtain their wishes, without permitting or promising anything one of those affronts which women scarcely ever forgive only prayer consisted in the single interjection "oh!" painful to an honest man to resist desires already formed passed my days in languishing in silence for those i most admire piety was too sincere to give way to any affectation of it placing unbounded confidence in myself and others prescriptions serve to flatter the hopes of the patient priests ought never to have children-- except by married women proportioned rather to her ideas than abilities protestants, in general, are better instructed rather bashful than modest rather appeared to study with than to instruct me read the hearts of others by endeavoring to conceal our own read description of any malady without thinking it mine read without studying remorse wakes amid the storms of adversity remorse sleeps in the calm sunshine of prosperity reproach me with so many contradictions return of spring seemed to me like rising from the grave rogues know how to save themselves at the expense of the feeble satisfaction of weeping together seeking, by fresh offences, a return of the same chastisement sin consisted only in the scandal slighting her favors, if within your reach, a unpardonable crime sometimes encourage hopes they never mean to realize substituting cunning to knowledge supposed that certain, which i only knew to be probable taught me it was not so terrible to thieve as i had imagined that which neither women nor authors ever pardon the malediction of knaves is the glory of an honest man the conscience of the guilty would revenge the innocent there is nothing in this world but time and misfortune there is no clapping of hands before the king this continued desire to control me in all my wishes though not a fool, i have frequently passed for one to make him my apologies for the offence he had given me true happiness is indescribable, it is only to be felt trusting too implicitly to their own innocence tyranny of persons who called themselves my friends virtuous minds, which vice never attacks openly voltaire was formed never to be (happy) we learned to dissemble, to rebel, to lie what facility everything which favors the malignity of man when once we make a secret of anything to the person we love when everyone is busy, you may continue silent whence comes it that even a child can intimidate a man where merit consists in belief, and not in virtue whole universe would be interested in my concerns whose discourses began by a distribution of millions wish thus to be revenged of me for their humiliation without the least scruple, freely disposing of my time writing for bread would soon have extinguished my genius yielded him the victory, or rather declined the contest if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the complete project gutenberg confessions of rousseau http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /jj b .txt quotes and images from harry lorrequer the confessions of harry lorrequer [by charles james lever ( - )] dublin mdcccxxxix. though the title page has no author's name inscribed, this work is generally attributed to charles james lever. harry lorrequer was a young officer in a british regiment stationed in ireland in the early 's. the first edition had pages too stained and friable for scanning --so a colleague, mary munarin, helped prepare this ebook for project gutenberg in the old fashioned way--she typed it! this story will be a delight to any readers with a few drops of irish blood (or a wee drop of the old bushmills) in their veins. a crowd is a mob, if composed even of bishops and some did pray--who never prayed before annoyance of her vulgar loquacity enjoy the name without the gain enough is as good as a feast fighting like devils for conciliation has but one fault, but that fault is a grand one hating each other for the love of god he was very much disguised in drink how ingenious is self-deception my english proves me irish mistaking zeal for inclination mistaking your abstraction for attention rather a dabbler in the "ologies" the tone of assumed compassion that "to stand was to fall," that land of punch, priests, and potatoes what will not habit accomplish "we talked of pipe-clay regulation caps-- long twenty-fours--short culverins and mortars-- condemn'd the 'horse guards' for a set of raps, and cursed our fate at being in such quarters. some smoked, some sighed, and some were heard to snore; some wished themselves five fathoms 'neat the solway; and some did pray--who never prayed before-- that they might get the 'route' for cork or galway." favorite quotations a c'est egal, mam'selle, they don't mind these things in france a rather unlady-like fondness for snuff a crowd is a mob, if composed even of bishops accept of benefits with a tone of dissatisfaction accustomed to the slowness and the uncertainty of the law air of one who seeks to consume than enjoy his time always a pleasure felt in the misfortunes of even our best friend amount of children which is algebraically expressed by an x and some did pray--who never prayed before annoyance of her vulgar loquacity brought a punishment far exceeding the merits of the case chateaux en espagne chew over the cud of his misfortune daily association sustains the interest of the veriest trifles dear, dirty dublin--io te salute delectable modes of getting over the ground through life devilish hot work, this, said the colonel disputing "one brandy too much" in his bill empty, valueless, heartless flirtation ending--i never yet met the man who could tell when it ended enjoy the name without the gain enough is as good as a feast escaped shot and shell to fall less gloriously beneath champagne every misfortune has an end at last exclaimed with othello himself, "chaos was come again;" fearful of a self-deception where so much was at stake fighting like devils for conciliation finish in sorrow what you have begun in folly gardez vous des femmes, and more especially if they be irish green silk, "a little off the grass, and on the bottle" had a most remarkable talent for selecting a son-in-law had to hear the "proud man's contumely" half pleased and whole frightened with the labour before him has but one fault, but that fault is a grand one hating each other for the love of god he first butthers them up, and then slithers them down he was very much disguised in drink how ingenious is self-deception if such be a sin, "then heaven help the wicked" indifferent to the many rebuffs she momentarily encountered involuntary satisfaction at some apparent obstacle to my path jaunting-cars, with three on a side and "one in the well" least important functionaries took the greatest airs upon them levelling character of a taste for play listen to reason, as they would call it in ireland memory of them when hallowed by time or distance might almost excite compassion even in an enemy misfortune will find you out, if ye were hid in a tay chest mistaking zeal for inclination mistaking your abstraction for attention my english proves me irish my french always shows me to be english never able to restrain myself from a propensity to make love nine-inside leathern "conveniency," bumping ten miles an hour no equanimity like his who acts as your second in a duel nothing seemed extravagant to hopes so well founded nothing ever makes a man so agreeable as the belief that he is now, young ladies, come along, and learn something, if you can oh, the distance is nothing, but it is the pace that kills opportunely been so overpowered as to fall senseless other bottle of claret that lies beyond the frontier of prudence packed jury of her relatives, who rarely recommend you to mercy pleased are we ever to paint the past according to our own fancy profoundly and learnedly engaged in discussing medicine profuse in his legends of his own doings in love and war rather better than people with better coats on them rather a dabbler in the "ologies" recovered as much of their senses as the wine had left them respectable heir-loom of infirmity seems ever to accompany dullness a sustaining power of vanity sixteenthly, like a presbyterian minister's sermon stoicism which preludes sending your friend out of the world strong opinions against tobacco within doors suppose i have laughed at better men than ever he was sure if he did, doesn't he take it out o' me in the corns? that vanity which wine inspires that "to stand was to fall," that land of punch, priests, and potatoes the divil a bit better she was nor a pronoun the tone of assumed compassion the "fat, fair, and forty" category there are unhappily impracticable people in the world there is no infatuation like the taste for flirtation they were so perfectly contented with their self-deception time, that 'pregnant old gentleman,' will disclose all unwashed hands, and a heavy gold ring upon his thumb vagabond if providence had not made me a justice of the peace we pass a considerable portion of our lives in a mimic warfare what will not habit accomplish what we wish, we readily believe when you pretended to be pleased, unluckily, i believed you whenever he was sober his poverty disgusted him whiskey, the appropriate liquor in all treaties of this nature whose paraphrase of the book of job was refused wretched, gloomy-looking picture of woe-begone poverty if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then click on the url below and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the complete lorrequer: http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm the lincoln year book [illustration: a. lincoln] the lincoln year book axioms and aphorisms from the great emancipator compiled by _wallace rice_ compiler of "the franklin year book" chicago a. c. mcclurg & co. _copyright, , a. c. mcclurg & co._ _published october , _ _the lakeside press_ r. r. donnelley & sons company chicago _to_ _francis fisher browne_ _a follower of lincoln in war and peace principle and precept_ _let us have faith that right makes might_ _january_ _the dogmas of the past are inadequate to the stormy present._ _first_ always do the very best you can. _second_ if our sense of duty forbids, then let us stand by our sense of duty. _third_ it's no use to be always looking up these hard spots. _fourth_ all i am in the world, i owe to the opinion of me which the people express when they call me "honest old abe." _fifth_ the way for a young man to rise is to improve himself in every way he can, never suspecting that anybody is hindering him. _sixth_ no one has needed favors more than i. _seventh_ whatever is calculated to improve the condition of the honest, struggling laboring man, i am for that thing. _eighth_ all we want is time and patience. _ninth_ i esteem foreigners as no better than other people--nor any worse. _tenth_ my experience and observation have been that those who promise the most do the least. _eleventh_ i didn't know anything about it, but i thought you knew your own business best. _twelfth_ if i send a man to buy a horse for me, i expect him to tell me his points--not how many hairs there are in his tail. _thirteenth_ you must act. _fourteenth_ i will try, and do the best i can. _fifteenth_ his attitude is such that, in the very selfishness of his nature, he can not but work to be successful! _sixteenth_ afford all an unfettered start and a fair chance in the race of life. _seventeenth_ i want christians to pray for me; i need their prayers. _eighteenth_ the young men must not be permitted to drift away. _nineteenth_ the free institutions we enjoy have developed the powers and improved the condition of the whole people beyond any example in the world. _twentieth_ i shall do nothing in malice. _twenty-first_ good men do not agree. _twenty-second_ i shall, to the best of my ability, repel force by force. _twenty-third_ ballots are the rightful and peaceful successors of bullets. _twenty-fourth_ i never thought he had more than average ability when we were young men together. but, then, i suppose he thought just the same about me. _twenty-fifth_ moral cowardice is something which i think i never had. _twenty-sixth_ the patriotic instinct of plain people. _twenty-seventh_ the face of an old friend is like a ray of sunshine through dark and gloomy clouds. _twenty-eighth_ will anybody do your work for you? _twenty-ninth_ my rightful masters, the american people. _thirtieth_ should any one in any case be content that his oath shall go unkept on a merely unsubstantial controversy as to how it shall be kept? _thirty-first_ the value of life is to improve one's condition. _february_ _let none falter who thinks he is right, and we may succeed._ _first_ labor is like any other commodity in the market--increase the demand for it and you increase the price of it. _second_ when i hear a man preach, i like to see him act as if he were fighting bees. _third_ i say "try," for if we never try, we never succeed. _fourth_ the pioneer in any movement is not generally the best man to bring that movement to a successful issue. _fifth_ defeat and failure make everything seem wrong. _sixth_ this nation cannot live on injustice. _seventh_ something had to be done, and, as there does not appear to be any one else to do it, i did it. _eighth_ poor parsons seem always to have large families. _ninth_ if it be true that the lord has appointed me to do the work you have indicated, is it not probable that he would have communicated knowledge of the fact to me as well as to you? _tenth_ i trust i shall be willing to do my duty, though it costs my life. _eleventh_ i hope peace will come soon, and come to stay; and so come as to be worth the keeping in all future time. _twelfth_ what there is of me is self-made. _thirteenth_ i was young once, and i am sure i was never ungenerously thrust back. _fourteenth_ thank god for not making me a woman, but if he had, i suppose he would have made me just as ugly as he did, and no one would ever have tempted me. _fifteenth_ you may say anything you like about me,--if that will help. _sixteenth_ no men living are more worthy to be trusted than those who toil up from poverty--none less inclined to take, or touch, aught which they have not honestly earned. _seventeenth_ as our case is new, so we must think anew. _eighteenth_ i shall do less whenever i believe what i am doing hurts the cause; and i shall do more whenever i believe doing more helps the cause. _nineteenth_ no personal significance, or insignificance, can spare one or another of us. _twentieth_ if i can learn god's will, i will do it. _twenty-first_ it is the nature of the case, and no one is to blame. _twenty-second_ tell the whole truth. _twenty-third_ he sticks through thick and thin,--i admire such a man. _twenty-fourth_ if by the mere force of numbers a majority should deprive a minority of any constitutional right, it might in a moral point of view justify revolution,--certainly would if such right were a vital one. _twenty-fifth_ my hand was tired; but my resolution was firm. _twenty-sixth_ it is a difficult role, and so much the greater will be the honor if you perform it well. _twenty-seventh_ i shall write my papers myself. the people will understand them. _twenty-eighth_ though much provoked, let us do nothing through passion and ill-temper. _twenty-ninth_ have confidence in yourself, a valuable if not indispensable quality. _march_ _those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves; and, under a just god, can not long retain it._ _first_ twenty thousand is as much as any man ought to want. _second_ by general law, life and limb must be protected; yet often a limb must be amputated to save a life; but a life is never given merely to save a limb. _third_ trust to the good sense of the american people. _fourth_ let us judge not, that we be not judged. _fifth_ put the foot down firmly. _sixth_ the occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise to the occasion. _seventh_ i bring a heart true to the work. _eighth_ the people will save their government, if the government itself will do its part only indifferently well. _ninth_ most certainly i intend no injustice to any one, and if i have done any i deeply regret it. _tenth_ with firmness in the right, as god gives us to see the right. _eleventh_ action in the crisis of a nation must accord with its necessities, and therefore can seldom be confined to precedent. _twelfth_ you can't put a long sword in a short scabbard. _thirteenth_ "i have made it a rule of my life," said the old parson, "not to cross fox river until i get to it." _fourteenth_ it is sometimes well to be humble. _fifteenth_ don't let joy carry you into excesses. _sixteenth_ liberty is your birthright. _seventeenth_ if the minority will not acquiesce, the majority must, or government will cease. _eighteenth_ learn the laws and obey them. _nineteenth_ it is easy to conceive that all these shades of opinion, and even more, may be sincerely entertained by honest and truthful men. _twentieth_ it is better only sometimes to be right than at all times wrong. _twenty-first_ when you have an elephant on hand, and he wants to run away, better let him run. _twenty-second_ whatever god designs, he will do for me yet. _twenty-third_ quarrel not at all. _twenty-fourth_ let no opportunity of making a mark escape. _twenty-fifth_ i want in all cases to do right; and most particularly so in all cases with women. _twenty-sixth_ i should rejoice to be spared the labor of a contest, but being in i shall go it thoroughly. _twenty-seventh_ i intend discourtesy to no one. _twenty-eighth_ the doctrine of self-government is right--absolutely and eternally right. _twenty-ninth_ this government is expressly charged with the duty of providing for the general welfare. _thirtieth_ we are not bound to follow implicitly in whatever our fathers did. to do so would be to reject all progress, all improvement. _thirty-first_ understanding the spirit of our institutions to aim at the elevation of men, i am opposed to whatever tends to degrade them. _april_ _the probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause which we deem to be just._ _first_ you can fool some of the people all of the time, or all of the people some of the time; but you can't fool all of the people all of the time. _second_ he has abundant talents--quite enough to occupy all his time without devoting any to temper. _third_ i do not argue--i beseech you to make the argument for yourself. _fourth_ must a government, of necessity, be too strong for the liberties of its own people, or too weak to maintain its own existence? _fifth_ lift artificial weights from all shoulders. _sixth_ the purposes of the lord are perfect and must prevail. _seventh_ some people say they could not take very well to my proclamation, but now that i have the varioloid, i am happy to say i have something that everybody can take. _eighth_ honest statesmanship is the employment of individual meannesses for the public good. _ninth_ obey god's commandments. _tenth_ men are not flattered by being shown that there has been a difference of purpose between the almighty and them. _eleventh_ important principles may and must be inflexible. _twelfth_ there is but one duty now--to fight. _thirteenth_ a majority held in restraint by constitutional checks and limitations, and always changing easily with deliberate changes of popular opinions and sentiments, is the only true sovereign of a free people. _fourteenth_ this, too, shall pass away: never fear. _fifteenth_ i am not afraid to die. _sixteenth_ i have said nothing but what i am willing to live by, and, if it be the pleasure of almighty god, to die by. _seventeenth_ let us strive on to finish the work we are in. _eighteenth_ give us a little more light, and a little less noise. _nineteenth_ the wild lands of the country should be distributed so that every man should have the means and opportunity of benefiting his condition. _twentieth_ i shall try to correct errors, when shown to be errors; and i shall adopt new views, so fast as they shall appear to be true views. _twenty-first_ there is nothing like getting used to things. _twenty-second_ when the white man governs himself, that is self-government; but when he governs himself and also governs another man, that is more than self-government--that is despotism. _twenty-third_ if they kill me, the next will be just as bad for them. _twenty-fourth_ with shakespeare the thought suffices. _twenty-fifth_ as to the crazy folks--why, i must take my chances. _twenty-sixth_ i think it more rare, if not more wise, for a public man to abstain from much speaking. _twenty-seventh_ at any rate, i will keep my part of the bargain. _twenty-eighth_ the lord prefers common-looking people. that is why he made so many of them. _twenty-ninth_ when the time comes, i shall take the ground i think is right. _thirtieth_ let the thing be pressed. _may_ _two principles have stood face to face from the beginning of time and will ever continue to struggle. the one is the common right of humanity; the other is the divine right of kings._ _first_ revolutionize through the ballot box. _second_ repeal all past history,--you still can not repeal human nature. _third_ capital has its rights, which are as worthy of protection as other rights. _fourth_ teach men that what they can not take by an election, neither can they take by war. _fifth_ i authorize no bargains, and will be bound by none. _sixth_ when a man is sincerely penitent for his misdeeds, and gives satisfactory evidence of the same, he can safely be pardoned. _seventh_ if destruction be our lot, it must spring up among ourselves. _eighth_ in a democracy, where the majority rule by the ballot through the forms of law, physical rebellions are radically wrong, unconstitutional, and are treason. _ninth_ let us be friends, and treat each other like friends. _tenth_ if i was less thin-skinned i should get along much better. _eleventh_ we will talk over the merits of the case. _twelfth_ nothing shall be wanting on my part, if sustained by the american people and god. _thirteenth_ are you not over-cautious? _fourteenth_ the severest justice may not always be the best policy. _fifteenth_ the rule of a minority, as a permanent arrangement, is wholly inadmissible. _sixteenth_ one poor man, colored though he be, with god on his side, is stronger against us than the hosts of the rebellion. _seventeenth_ never fear, victory will come. _eighteenth_ the lord has not deserted me thus far, and he is not going to now. _nineteenth_ i remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. they have clung to me all my life. _twentieth_ are you strong enough? _twenty-first_ if i do not go away from here a wiser man, i shall go away a better man. _twenty-second_ i know that liberty is right. _twenty-third_ you must not give me the praise--it belongs to god. _twenty-fourth_ it has always been a sentiment with me that all mankind should be free. _twenty-fifth_ i don't pretend to be bright. _twenty-sixth_ it is only by the active development of events that character and ability can be tested. _twenty-seventh_ i remember a good story when i hear it, but i never invented anything original: i am only a retail dealer. _twenty-eighth_ few men are tried, or so many would not fit their places so badly. _twenty-ninth_ preach god and liberty to the "bulls" and "bears." _thirtieth_ the union is older than any of the states. _thirty-first_ i only beg that you will not ask impossibilities of me. _june_ _it is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us,--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to the cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion,--that we here highly resolve that the dead shall not have died in vain._ _first_ let the people know the truth, and the country is safe. _second_ men moving in an official circle are apt to become merely official--not to say arbitrary. _third_ negroes, like other people, act upon motives. why should they do anything for us if we will do nothing for them? _fourth_ the lord is always on the side of the right. _fifth_ if i go down, i intend to go down like the "cumberland," with my colors flying. _sixth_ killing the dog does not cure the bite. _seventh_ i am nothing, but truth is everything. _eighth_ capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. _ninth_ whatever shall appear to be god's will, i will do. _tenth_ only those generals who gain success can be dictators. _eleventh_ can aliens make treaties easier than friends can make laws? _twelfth_ the patagonians open oysters and throw the shells out of the window--until the pile gets higher than the house; then they move. _thirteenth_ the question of time can not and must not be ignored. _fourteenth_ we must be more cheerful in the future. _fifteenth_ come what will, i will keep my faith with friend and foe. _sixteenth_ keep in your own sphere, and there will be no difficulty. _seventeenth_ if we could first know where we are and whither we are tending, we could better judge what to do and how to do it. _eighteenth_ i am never easy, when i am handling a thought, until i have bounded it north, south, east, and west. _nineteenth_ others have been made fools of by the girls, but this can never be said of me; i made a fool of myself. _twentieth_ it is not best to swap horses while crossing a stream. _twenty-first_ i can only trust in god that i have made no mistake. _twenty-second_ it has been said of the world's history hitherto that "might makes right"; it is for us and for our times to reverse the maxim, and to show that right makes might. _twenty-third_ i shall stay right here and do my duty. _twenty-fourth_ if we have no friends, we have no pleasure. _twenty-fifth_ i am older in years than i am in the tricks and trades of politicians. _twenty-sixth_ any people anywhere, being inclined and having the power, have the right to rise up and shake off the existing government and form a new one that suits them better. _twenty-seventh_ our enemies want a squabble; and that they can have if we explain; and they can not have it if we don't. _twenty-eighth_ if it must be that i go down, let me go down linked to truth. _twenty-ninth_ i am very little inclined on any occasion to say anything unless i hope to produce some good by it. _thirtieth_ let us forget errors. _july_ _our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal._ _first_ this country, with all its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it. _second_ what is the use of putting up the gap when the fence is down all around? _third_ we hold the power--and bear the responsibility. _fourth_ my countrymen, if you have been taught doctrines conflicting with the great landmarks of the declaration of independence; if you have listened to suggestions which would take away from its grandeur and mutilate the fair symmetry of its proportions; if you have been inclined to believe that all men are not created equal in those inalienable rights enumerated by our charter of liberty, let me entreat you to come back. _fifth_ the fourth of july has not quite dwindled away; it is still a great day for firecrackers. _sixth_ i have never had a feeling, politically, that did not spring from the sentiments embodied in the declaration of independence. _seventh_ i have more pegs than holes to put them in. _eighth_ the government must not undertake to run the churches. _ninth_ all seems well with us. _tenth_ with public sentiment, nothing can fail; without it, nothing can succeed. _eleventh_ it is no child's play to save the principles of jefferson from total overthrow in this nation. _twelfth_ if the ship of state should suffer wreck now, it will never need another pilot. _thirteenth_ let us see what we can do. _fourteenth_ i will try to go to god with my sorrows. _fifteenth_ the wriggle to live, without toil, work, or labor, which i am not free from myself. _sixteenth_ persisting in a charge one does not know to be true is malicious slander. _seventeenth_ steer from point to point--no farther than you can see. _eighteenth_ god bless the women of america! _nineteenth_ the churches, as such, must take care of themselves. _twentieth_ there is no more dangerous or expensive analysis than that which consists of trying a man. _twenty-first_ answer with facts, not with arguments. _twenty-second_ the nation is beginning a new life. _twenty-third_ better give your path to a dog than to be bitten by him in contesting for the right. _twenty-fourth_ money being the object, the man having money would be the victim. _twenty-fifth_ i have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that i had nowhere else to go. _twenty-sixth_ early impressions last longer. _twenty-seventh_ stand with anybody who stands right, ... and part with him when he goes wrong. _twenty-eighth_ my advice is to keep cool. _twenty-ninth_ if destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. _thirtieth_ i have done just as much as, and no more than, the public knows. _thirty-first_ many free countries have lost their liberties and ours may lose hers; but, if she shall, be it my proudest boast, not that i was the last to desert, but that i never deserted her. _august_ _i feel that i can not succeed without the divine blessing, and on the almighty being i place my reliance for support._ _first_ it is not "can any of us imagine better?" but "can we all do better?" _second_ perpetuity is implied, if not expressed, in the fundamental law of all national governments. _third_ wanting to work is so rare a merit that it should be encouraged. _fourth_ we shall sooner have the fowl by hatching the egg than by smashing it. _fifth_ maintain the honor and integrity of the nation. _sixth_ i look to the american people, and to that god who has never forsaken them. _seventh_ secure peace through victory. _eighth_ what is the influence of fashion but the influence that other people's actions have on our actions? _ninth_ our government rests in public opinion. _tenth_ posterity has done nothing for us, and, theorize on it as we may, practically we shall do very little for it unless we are made to think we are, at the same time, doing something for ourselves. _eleventh_ i am glad to find a man who can go ahead without me. _twelfth_ if you would win a man to your cause, first convince him you are his sincere friend. _thirteenth_ gold is good in its place; but living, brave, and patriotic men are better than gold. _fourteenth_ these are not the days of miracles, and i suppose i am not to expect a direct revelation. _fifteenth_ do not mix politics with your profession. _sixteenth_ the first reformer in any movement has to meet with such a hard opposition, and gets so battered and bespattered, that afterward, when people find they have to accept his reform, they will accept it more easily from another man. _seventeenth_ versatility is an injurious possession, since it can never be greatness. _eighteenth_ a jury has too frequently at least one member more ready to hang the panel than to hang the traitor. _nineteenth_ it is a cheering thought throughout life, that something can be done to ameliorate the condition of those who have been subjected to the hard usages of the world. _twentieth_ with some the word liberty may mean for each man to do as he pleases with himself, and the product of his labor; while with others the same word may mean for some men to do as they please with other men, and the product of other men's labor. _twenty-first_ great distance in either time or space has wonderful power to lull and render quiescent the human mind. _twenty-second_ we are going through with our task. _twenty-third_ i do not impugn the motives of any one opposed to me. _twenty-fourth_ human nature will not change. _twenty-fifth_ beware of rashness! _twenty-sixth_ it is difficult to make a man miserable while he feels he is worthy of himself. _twenty-seventh_ all should have an equal chance. _twenty-eighth_ i hope to be false to nothing you have been taught to expect of me. _twenty-ninth_ all honor to jefferson! _thirtieth_ it is the man who does not want to express an opinion whose opinion i want. _thirty-first_ i hope i am a christian. _september_ _i feel that the time is coming when the sun shall shine, the rain fall, on no man who shall go forth to unrequited toil._ _first_ labor is the superior of capital and deserves much the higher consideration. _second_ come, let us reason together, like the honest fellows we are. _third_ there is no such thing as a free man being fixed for life in the condition of a hired laborer. _fourth_ there is, and probably always will be, a relation between labor and capital producing mutual benefits. _fifth_ labor is prior to and independent of capital. _sixth_ this is a land where freedom of speech is guaranteed. _seventh_ workingmen are the basis of all governments. _eighth_ why should there not be a patient confidence in the ultimate justice of the people? is there any better or equal hope in the world? _ninth_ the man does not live who is more devoted to peace than i. _tenth_ how hard it is to leave one's country no better than if one had never lived in it! _eleventh_ keep the jewel of liberty in the family of freedom. _twelfth_ among freemen there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet. _thirteenth_ i have done all i could for the good of mankind. _fourteenth_ it is my constant anxiety and prayer that i and this nation should be on the lord's side. _fifteenth_ no man is good enough to govern another man without that other's consent. _sixteenth_ what will the country say? _seventeenth_ mediocrity is sure of detection. _eighteenth_ washington was a happy man, because he was engaged in benefiting his race. _nineteenth_ when the conduct of men is designed to be influenced, persuasion--kind, unassuming persuasion--should ever be adopted. _twentieth_ if all that has been said by orators and poets since the creation in praise of women were applied to the women of america, it would not do them full justice for their conduct during the war. _twenty-first_ there is something ludicrous in promises of good or threats of evil a great way off. _twenty-second_ object whatsoever is possible, still the question recurs, "can we do better?" _twenty-third_ i invoke the considerate judgment of mankind and the gracious favor of almighty god. _twenty-fourth_ god is with us. _twenty-fifth_ intemperance is one of the greatest, if not the greatest, of all evils among mankind. _twenty-sixth_ when any church will inscribe over its altar, as its sole qualification for membership, the saviour's condensed statement of both law and gospel, that church will i join with all my heart and soul. _twenty-seventh_ wise counsels may accelerate, or mistakes delay it, but the victory is sure to come. _twenty-eighth_ the first necessity is of proving that popular government is not an absurdity. _twenty-ninth_ people seldom run unless there is something to run from. _thirtieth_ allow the people to do as they please with their own business. _october_ _great statesmen as they (the fathers of the republic) were, they knew the tendency of prosperity to breed tyrants, and so they established these great self-evident truths, that when in the future some man, some faction, some interest, should set up the doctrine that none but rich men, none but white men, or none but anglo-saxon white men were entitled to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, their posterity might look up again to the declaration of independence and take courage to renew the battle which their fathers began, so that truth and justice and mercy and all the humane and christian virtues might not be extinguished from the land; so that no man would hereafter dare to limit and circumscribe the great principles on which the temple of liberty was being built._ _first_ nothing stamped with the divine image and likeness was sent into the world to be trodden on and degraded and imbruted by its fellows. _second_ you must remember that some things legally right are not morally right. _third_ mercy bears richer rewards than strict justice. _fourth_ no human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. _fifth_ it is not much in the nature of man to be driven to do anything. _sixth_ all that i am, or hope to be, i owe to my mother. _seventh_ the times are too grave and perilous for ambitious schemes and personal rivalries. _eighth_ act as becomes a patriot. _ninth_ suspicion and jealousy never did help any man in any situation. _tenth_ if danger ever reaches us, it must spring up amongst us. it cannot come from abroad. _eleventh_ i can't take pay for doing my duty. _twelfth_ i have not willingly planted a thorn in any man's bosom. _thirteenth_ we had better have a friend than an enemy. _fourteenth_ in giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom to the free. _fifteenth_ no man resolved to make the most of himself can spare time for personal contention. _sixteenth_ there is no grievance that is a fit subject of redress by mob law. _seventeenth_ punishment has to follow sin. _eighteenth_ let us to the end dare to do our duty. _nineteenth_ few can be induced to labor exclusively for posterity, and none will do it enthusiastically. _twentieth_ it is a quality of revolutions not to go by old lines or old laws, but to break up both and make new ones. _twenty-first_ military glory--that attractive rainbow that rises in showers of blood. _twenty-second_ pleasures to be enjoyed, or pains to be endured, after we shall be dead and gone, are but little regarded. _twenty-third_ allow all the governed an equal voice in the government; that, and that alone, is self-government. _twenty-fourth_ the universal sense of mankind on any subject is an argument, or at least an influence, not easily overcome. _twenty-fifth_ without guile and with pure purpose, let us renew our trust in god and go forward without fear and with manly hearts. _twenty-sixth_ unless among those deficient of intellect, every one you trade with makes something. _twenty-seventh_ implore the compassion and forgiveness of the almighty, that he may enlighten the nation to know and to do his will. _twenty-eighth_ we should look beyond our noses. _twenty-ninth_ labor for all now living, as well as all hereafter to live. _thirtieth_ i have acted upon my best convictions, without selfishness or malice. _thirty-first_ success does not so much depend upon external help as on self-reliance. _november_ _all are of the great family of men, and if there is one shackle upon any of them, it would be far better to lift the load._ _first_ men should utter nothing for which they would not be willingly responsible through time and in eternity. _second_ never mind if you are a count; you shall be treated with just as much consideration, for all that. _third_ if almighty god gives a man a cowardly pair of legs, how can he help their running away with him? _fourth_ it is against my principles to contest a clear matter of right. _fifth_ the strife of elections is but human nature applied to the facts of the case. _sixth_ how nobly distinguished that people who shall have planted and nurtured both the political and moral freedom of their species! _seventh_ if we succeed, there will be glory enough. _eighth_ office seekers are a curse to the country. _ninth_ justice to all. _tenth_ it must be somebody's business. _eleventh_ every man has a right to be equal to every other man. _twelfth_ happy day, when, all appetites controlled, all passions subdued, all matter subjugated, mind, conquering mind, shall live and move, the monarch of the world! _thirteenth_ we will be remembered in spite of ourselves. _fourteenth_ i don't know anything about money. i never had enough of my own to fret me. _fifteenth_ heal the wounds of the nation. _sixteenth_ i am not at liberty to shift my ground, that is out of the question. _seventeenth_ for thirty years i have been a temperance man, and i am too old to change. _eighteenth_ the heart is the great highroad to man's reason. _nineteenth_ hope to all the world for all future time. _twentieth_ the young men must not wait to be brought forward by the older men. _twenty-first_ hold firm as a chain of steel. _twenty-second_ one war at a time. _twenty-third_ i did not break my sword, for i had none to break, but i bent my musket pretty badly. _twenty-fourth_ meet face to face and converse together--the best way to efface unpleasant feeling. _twenty-fifth_ and now for a day of thanksgiving! _twenty-sixth_ the influence of fashion is not confined to any particular thing or class of things. _twenty-seventh_ before i resolve to do the one thing or the other, i must gain my confidence in my own ability to keep my resolves when they are made. _twenty-eighth_ such of us as have never fallen victims to intemperance have been spared more from the absence of appetite than from any mental or moral superiority over those who have. _twenty-ninth_ our political revolution of was the germ that has vegetated, and still is to grow into the universal liberty of mankind. _thirtieth_ by mutual concessions we should harmonize and act together. _december_ _teach hope to all--despair to none._ _first_ rise up to the height of a generation of free men worthy of a free government. _second_ let us be quite sober. _third_ we prefer a candidate who will allow the people to have their own way, regardless of his private opinion. _fourth_ the people's will is the ultimate law for all. _fifth_ i shall do my utmost that whoever is to hold the helm for the next voyage shall start with the best possible chance of saving the ship. _sixth_ my gratitude is free from all sense of personal triumph. _seventh_ how to do something, and not to do too much, is the desideratum. _eighth_ we mean to be as deliberate and calm as it is possible to be; but as firm and resolved as it is possible for men to be. _ninth_ he that will fight to keep himself a slave, ought to be a slave. _tenth_ if the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing i was right would make no difference. _eleventh_ under all this seeming want of life and motion, the world does move nevertheless. _twelfth_ i shall never be old enough to speak without embarrassment when i have nothing to talk about. _thirteenth_ it adds nothing to my satisfaction that another man shall be disappointed. _fourteenth_ take your full time. _fifteenth_ i surely will not blame them for not doing what i should not know how to do myself. _sixteenth_ the man and the dollar, but, in case of conflict, the man before the dollar. _seventeenth_ the strongest bond of human sympathy, outside of the family relation, should be one uniting all working people, of all nations, and tongues, and kindreds. _eighteenth_ we can see the past, though we may not claim to have directed it; and seeing it, we feel more hopeful and confident for the future. _nineteenth_ squirming and crawling around can do no good. _twentieth_ i wish to see all men free. _twenty-first_ let them laugh, so long as the thing works well. _twenty-second_ let there be peace. _twenty-third_ the age is not yet dead. _twenty-fourth_ with malice toward none, with charity for all. _twenty-fifth_ let us at all times remember that all american citizens are brothers of a common country. _twenty-sixth_ be hopeful. _twenty-seventh_ let not him who is homeless pull down the house of another. _twenty-eighth_ the struggle for to-day is not altogether for to-day--it is for a vast future. _twenty-ninth_ we can not escape history. _thirtieth_ we here highly resolve that the dead shall not have died in vain; that the nation shall, under god, have a new birth of freedom; and that the government of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish from the earth. _thirty-first_ let us dare to do our duty as we understand it. * * * * * _uniform with this volume_ the franklin year book. maxims and morals from the great american philosopher for every day in the year. compiled by wallace rice . . . _net_ $ . a. c. mcclurg & co. chicago quotes and images: memoirs of count grammont memoirs of count grammont by anthony hamilton with notes by sir walter scott all day poring over his books, and went to bed soon ambition to pass for a wit, only established her tiresome an affectation of purity of manners as all fools are who have good memories better memory for injuries than for benefits better to know nothing at all, than to know too much better to partake with another than to have nothing at all busy without consequence by a strange perversion of language, styled, all men of honour despising everything which was not like themselves devote himself to his studies, than to the duties of matrimony duke would see things if he could embellish the truth, in order to enhance the wonder entreating pardon, and at the same time justifying her conduct envy each other those indulgences which themselves refuse every thing that is necessary is honourable in politics four dozen of patches, at least, and ten ringlets of hair good attendants, but understood cheating still better great earnestness passed for business grew so fat and plump that it was a blessing to 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superiority does us damage seditious words are like sparks, which are borne by the wind the scholar's ears are at his back: when he is flogged title must not be a bill of fare youth should be modest, and he was assertive uarda, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] blossom of the thorny wreath of sorrow eyes kind and frank, without tricks of glance money is a pass-key that turns any lock repugnance for the old laws began to take root in his heart thou canst say in words what we can only feel whether the form of our benevolence does more good or mischief uarda, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] bearers of ill ride faster than the messengers of weal do not spoil the future for the sake of the present exhibit one's happiness in the streets, and conceal one's misery impartial looker-on sees clearer than the player learn to obey, that later you may know how to command man has nothing harder to endure than uncertainty many creditors are so many allies one should give nothing up for lost excepting the dead our thinkers are no heroes, and our heroes are no sages overbusy friends are more damaging than intelligent enemies prepare sorrow when we come into the world the experienced love to signify their superiority we quarrel with no one more readily than with the benefactor uarda, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] ardently they desire that which transcends sense every misfortune brings its fellow with it medicines work harm as often as good no good excepting that from which we expect the worst obstinacy--which he liked to call firm determination only the choice between lying and silence patronizing friendliness principle of over-estimating the strength of our opponents provide yourself with a self-devised ruler successes, like misfortunes, never come singly the beginning of things is not more attractive uarda, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] ask for what is feasible i know that i am of use like the cackle of hens, which is peculiar to eastern women think of his wife, not with affection only, but with pride those whom we fear, says my uncle, we cannot love uarda, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] her white cat was playing at her feet human sacrifices, which had been introduced into egypt by the phoenicians the dressing and undressing of the holy images thought that the insane were possessed by demons use words instead of swords, traps instead of lances uarda, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] age when usually even bad liquor tastes of honey how easy it is to give wounds, and how hard it is to heal kisra called wine the soap of sorrow no one so self-confident and insolent as just such an idiot the mother of foresight looks backwards uarda, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] an admirer of the lovely color of his blue bruises called his daughter to wash his feet desert is a wonderful physician for a sick soul he is clever and knows everything, but how silly he looks now if it were right we should not want to hide ourselves none of us really know anything rightly one falsehood usually entails another refreshed by the whip of one of the horsemen uarda, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] he who looks for faith must give faith i have never deviated from the exact truth even in jest learn early to pass lightly over little things trustfulness is so dear, so essential to me uarda, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] drink of the joys of life thankfully, and in moderation it is not seeing, it is seeking that is delightful the man within him, and not on the circumstances without uarda, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] a dirty road serves when it makes for the goal age when usually even bad liquor tastes of honey an admirer of the lovely color of his blue bruises ardently they desire that which transcends sense ask for what is feasible bearers of ill ride faster than the messengers of weal blossom of the thorny wreath of sorrow called his daughter to wash his feet colored cakes in the shape of beasts deficient are as guilty in their eyes as the idle desert is a wonderful physician for a sick soul do not spoil the future for the sake of the present drink of the joys of life thankfully, and in moderation every misfortune brings its fellow with it exhibit one's happiness in the streets, and conceal one's misery eyes kind and frank, without tricks of glance for fear of the toothache, had his sound teeth drawn hatred for all that hinders the growth of light hatred between man and man he is clever and knows everything, but how silly he looks now he who looks for faith must give faith her white cat was playing at her feet how easy it is to give wounds, and how hard it is to heal how tender is thy severity human sacrifices, which had been introduced into egypt by the phoenicians i know that i am of use i have never deviated from the exact truth even in jest if it were right we should not want to hide ourselves impartial looker-on sees clearer than the player it is not seeing, it is seeking that is delightful judge only by appearances, and never enquire into the causes kisra called wine the soap of sorrow learn early to pass lightly over little things learn to obey, that later you may know how to command like the cackle of hens, which is peculiar to eastern women man has nothing harder to endure than uncertainty many creditors are so many allies medicines work harm as often as good money is a pass-key that turns any lock no good excepting that from which we expect the worst no one so self-confident and insolent as just such an idiot none of us really know anything rightly obstinacy--which he liked to call firm determination often happens that apparent superiority does us damage one falsehood usually entails another one should give nothing up for lost excepting the dead only the choice between lying and silence our thinkers are no heroes, and our heroes are no sages overbusy friends are more damaging than intelligent enemies patronizing friendliness prepare sorrow when we come into the world principle of over-estimating the strength of our opponents provide yourself with a self-devised ruler refreshed by the whip of one of the horsemen repugnance for the old laws began to take root in his heart seditious words are like sparks, which are borne by the wind successes, like misfortunes, never come singly the beginning of things is not more attractive the scholar's ears are at his back: when he is flogged the man within him, and not on the circumstances without the dressing and undressing of the holy images the experienced love to signify their superiority the mother of foresight looks backwards think of his wife, not with affection only, but with pride those whom we fear, says my uncle, we cannot love thou canst say in words what we can only feel thought that the insane were possessed by demons title must not be a bill of fare trustfulness is so dear, so essential to me use words instead of swords, traps instead of lances we quarrel with no one more readily than with the benefactor whether the form of our benevolence does more good or mischief youth should be modest, and he was assertive an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] did the ancients know anything of love folly to fret over what cannot be undone go down into the grave before us (our children) he who kills a cat is punished (for murder) in those days men wept, as well as women lovers delighted in nature then as now multitude who, like the gnats, fly towards every thing brilliant olympics--the first was fixed b.c. papyrus ebers pious axioms to be repeated by the physician, while compounding romantic love, as we know it, a result of christianity true host puts an end to the banquet whether the historical romance is ever justifiable an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] avoid excessive joy as well as complaining grief cast off all care; be mindful only of pleasure creed which views life as a short pilgrimage to the grave does happiness consist then in possession happiness has nothing to do with our outward circumstances in our country it needs more courage to be a coward observe a due proportion in all things one must enjoy the time while it is here pilgrimage to the grave, and death as the only true life robes cut as to leave the right breast uncovered the priests are my opponents, my masters time is clever in the healing art we live for life, not for death an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] a kind word hath far more power than an angry one abuse not those who have outwitted thee cannot understand how trifles can make me so happy confess i would rather provoke a lioness than a woman curiosity is a woman's vice i cannot . . . say rather: i will not in this immense temple man seemed a dwarf in his own eyes know how to honor beauty; and prove it by taking many wives mosquito-tower with which nearly every house was provided natural impulse which moves all old women to favor lovers sent for a second interpreter sing their libels on women (greek philosophers) those are not my real friends who tell me i am beautiful young greek girls pass their sad childhood in close rooms an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] a first impression is often a final one assigned sixty years as the limit of a happy life at my age every year must be accepted as an undeserved gift cambyses had been spoiled from his earliest infancy devoid of occupation, envy easily becomes hatred easy to understand what we like to hear eros mocks all human efforts to resist or confine him eyes are much more eloquent than all the tongues in the world for the errors of the wise the remedy is reparation, not regret greeks have not the same reverence for truth he who is to govern well must begin by learning to obey in war the fathers live to mourn for their slain sons inn, was to be found about every eighteen miles lovers are the most unteachable of pupils the beautiful past is all he has to live upon the gods cast envious glances at the happiness of mortals unwise to try to make a man happy by force war is a perversion of nature ye play with eternity as if it were but a passing moment zeus pays no heed to lovers' oaths an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] death is so long and life so short no man was allowed to ask anything of the gods for himself take heed lest pride degenerate into vainglory an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] call everything that is beyond your comprehension a miracle never so clever as when we have to find excuses for our own sins so long as we are able to hope and wish an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] blessings go as quickly as they come hast thou a wounded heart? touch it seldom nothing is perfectly certain in this world only two remedies for heart-sickness:--hope and patience remember, a lie and your death are one and the same scarcely be able to use so large a sum--then abuse it whatever a man would do himself, he thinks others are capable of when love has once taken firm hold of a man in riper years an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] corpse to be torn in pieces by dogs and vultures he is the best host, who allows his guests the most freedom the past belongs to the dead; only fools count upon the future they praise their butchers more than their benefactors we've talked a good deal of love with our eyes already wise men hold fast by the ever young present an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] between two stools a man falls to the ground human beings hate the man who shows kindness to their enemies misfortune too great for tears nothing is more dangerous to love, than a comfortable assurance ordered his feet to be washed and his head anointed rules of life given by one man to another are useless an egyptian princess, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] a noble mind can never swim with the stream age is inquisitive apis the progeny of a virgin cow and a moonbeam be not merciful unto him who is a liar or a rebel canal to connect the nile with the red sea i was not swift to anger, nor a liar, nor a violent ruler introduced a regular system of taxation--(darius) numbers are the only certain things resistance always brings out a man's best powers an egyptian princess, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] a kind word hath far more power than an angry one a first impression is often a final one a noble mind can never swim with the stream abuse not those who have outwitted thee age is inquisitive apis the progeny of a virgin cow and a moonbeam assigned sixty years as the limit of a happy life at my age every year must be accepted as an undeserved gift avoid excessive joy as well as complaining grief be not merciful unto him who is a liar or a rebel between two stools a man falls to the ground blessings go as quickly as they come call everything that is beyond your comprehension a miracle cambyses had been spoiled from his earliest infancy canal to connect the nile with the red sea cannot understand how trifles can make me so happy cast off all care; be mindful only of pleasure confess i would rather provoke a lioness than a woman corpse to be torn in pieces by dogs and vultures creed which views life as a short pilgrimage to the grave curiosity is a woman's vice death is so long and life so short devoid of occupation, envy easily becomes hatred did the ancients know anything of love does happiness consist then in possession easy to understand what we like to hear eros mocks all human efforts to resist or confine him eyes are much more eloquent than all the tongues in the world folly to fret over what cannot be undone for the errors of the wise the remedy is reparation, not regret go down into the grave before us (our children) greeks have not the same reverence for truth happiness has nothing to do with our outward circumstances hast thou a wounded heart? touch it seldom he who kills a cat is punished (for murder) he is the best host, who allows his guests the most freedom he who is to govern well must begin by learning to obey human beings hate the man who shows kindness to their enemies i cannot . . . say rather: i will not i was not swift to anger, nor a liar, nor a violent ruler in war the fathers live to mourn for their slain sons in our country it needs more courage to be a coward in this immense temple man seemed a dwarf in his own eyes in those days men wept, as well as women inn, was to be found about every eighteen miles introduced a regular system of taxation-darius know how to honor beauty; and prove it by taking many wives lovers delighted in nature then as now lovers are the most unteachable of pupils misfortune too great for tears mosquito-tower with which nearly every house was provided multitude who, like the gnats, fly towards every thing brilliant natural impulse which moves all old women to favor lovers never so clever as when we have to find excuses for our own sins no man was allowed to ask anything of the gods for himself nothing is more dangerous to love, than a comfortable assurance nothing is perfectly certain in this world numbers are the only certain things observe a due proportion in all things olympics--the first was fixed b.c. one must enjoy the time while it is here only two remedies for heart-sickness:--hope and patience ordered his feet to be washed and his head anointed papyrus ebers pilgrimage to the grave, and death as the only true life pious axioms to be repeated by the physician, while compounding remember, a lie and your death are one and the same resistance always brings out a man's best powers robes cut as to leave the right breast uncovered romantic love, as we know it, a result of christianity rules of life given by one man to another are useless scarcely be able to use so large a sum--then abuse it sent for a second interpreter sing their libels on women (greek philosophers) so long as we are able to hope and wish take heed lest pride degenerate into vainglory the past belongs to the dead; only fools count upon the future the priests are my opponents, my masters the gods cast envious glances at the happiness of mortals the beautiful past is all he has to live upon they praise their butchers more than their benefactors those are not my real friends who tell me i am beautiful time is clever in the healing art true host puts an end to the banquet unwise to try to make a man happy by force war is a perversion of nature we live for life, not for death we've talked a good deal of love with our eyes already whatever a man would do himself, he thinks others are capable of when love has once taken firm hold of a man in riper years whether the historical romance is ever justifiable wise men hold fast by the ever young present ye play with eternity as if it were but a passing moment young greek girls pass their sad childhood in close rooms zeus pays no heed to lovers' oaths the sisters, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] a mere nothing in one man's life, to another may be great a subdued tone generally provokes an equally subdued answer air of a professional guide before you serve me up so bitter a meal (the truth) blind tenderness which knows no reason by nature she is not and by circumstances is compelled to be deceit is deceit desire to seek and find a power outside us inquisitive eyes are intrusive company many a one would rather be feared than remain unheeded not yet fairly come to the end of yesterday the altar where truth is mocked at virtues are punished in this world who can be freer than he who needs nothing who only puts on his armor when he is threatened the sisters, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] and what is great--and what is small behold, the puny child of man evolution and annihilation flattery is a key to the heart hold pleasure to be the highest good man is the measure of all things museum of alexandria and the library one hand washes the other prefer deeds to words what are we all but puny children? the sisters, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] if you want to catch mice you must waste bacon man works with all his might for no one but himself nothing permanent but change nothing so certain as that nothing is certain priests that they should instruct the people to be obedient the sisters, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] created the world out of nothing for no other purpose dreamless sleep after a day brimful of enjoyment man must subjugate matter and not become subject to it no one believes anything that can diminish his self-esteem praise out of all proportion to our merit save them the trouble of thinking for themselves she no longer thought these things--she was possessed by them taken it upon herself to be always strong, and self-reliant the most terrible of all the gods, are women the sun seems to move too slowly to those who long and wait we seek for truth; the jews believe they possess it entirely who always think at second-hand why so vehement, sister? so much zeal is quite unnecessary the sisters, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] a debtor, says the proverb, is half a prisoner old women grow like men, and old men grow like women they get ahead of us, and yet--i would not change with them the sisters, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] a subdued tone generally provokes an equally subdued answer a mere nothing in one man's life, to another may be great a debtor, says the proverb, is half a prisoner air of a professional guide and what is great--and what is small before you serve me up so bitter a meal (the truth) behold, the puny child of man blind tenderness which knows no reason by nature she is not and by circumstances is compelled to be deceit is deceit desire to seek and find a power outside us evolution and annihilation flattery is a key to the heart hold pleasure to be the highest good if you want to catch mice you must waste bacon inquisitive eyes are intrusive company man is the measure of all things man works with all his might for no one but himself many a one would rather be feared than remain unheeded museum of alexandria and the library not yet fairly come to the end of yesterday nothing permanent but change nothing so certain as that nothing is certain old women grow like men, and old men grow like women one hand washes the other prefer deeds to words priests that they should instruct the people to be obedient the altar where truth is mocked at they get ahead of us, and yet--i would not change with them virtues are punished in this world what are we all but puny children? who can be freer than he who needs nothing who only puts on his armor when he is threatened joshua, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] hate, though never sated, can yet be gratified omnipotent god, who had preferred his race above all others when hate and revenge speak, gratitude shrinks timidly who can prop another's house when his own is falling joshua, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] brief "eternity" of national covenants choose between too great or too small a recompense regard the utterances and mandates of age as wisdom there is no 'never,' no surely voice of the senses, which drew them together, will soon be mute joshua, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] a school where people learned modesty but what do you men care for the suffering you inflict on others childhood already lies behind me, and youth will soon follow good advice is more frequently unheeded than followed precepts and lessons which only a mother can give should i be a man, if i forgot vengeance? to the mines meant to be doomed to a slow, torturing death what had formerly afforded me pleasure now seemed shallow joshua, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] i do not like to enquire about our fate beyond the grave then hate came; but it did not last long joshua, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] asenath, the wife of joseph, had been an egyptian most ready to be angry with those to whom we have been unjust pleasant sensation of being a woman, like any other woman woman's disapproving words were blown away by the wind joshua, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] a school where people learned modesty asenath, the wife of joseph, had been an egyptian brief "eternity" of national covenants but what do you men care for the suffering you inflict on others childhood already lies behind me, and youth will soon follow choose between too great or too small a recompense good advice is more frequently unheeded than followed hate, though never sated, can yet be gratified i do not like to enquire about our fate beyond the grave most ready to be angry with those to whom we have been unjust omnipotent god, who had preferred his race above all others pleasant sensation of being a woman, like any other woman precepts and lessons which only a mother can give regard the utterances and mandates of age as wisdom should i be a man, if i forgot vengeance? then hate came; but it did not last long there is no 'never,' no surely to the mines meant to be doomed to a slow, torturing death voice of the senses, which drew them together, will soon be mute what had formerly afforded me pleasure now seemed shallow when hate and revenge speak, gratitude shrinks timidly who can prop another's house when his own is falling woman's disapproving words were blown away by the wind cleopatra, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] contempt had become too deep for hate jealousy has a thousand eyes zeus does not hear the vows of lovers cleopatra, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] shadow of the candlestick caught her eye before the light soul which ceases to regard death as a misfortune finds peace cleopatra, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] from epicurus to aristippus, is but a short step preferred a winding path to a straight one cleopatra, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] aspect obnoxious to the gaze will pour water on the fire everything that exists moves onward to destruction and decay trouble does not enhance beauty cleopatra, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] without heeding the opinion of mortals cleopatra, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] see facts as they are and treat them like figures in a sum cleopatra, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] epicurus, who believed that with death all things ended no, she was not created to grow old nothing in life is either great or small priests: in order to curb the unruly conduct of the populace she would not purchase a few more years of valueless life to govern the world one must have less need of sleep what changes so quickly as joy and sorrow cleopatra, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] fairest dreams of childhood were surpassed golden chariot drawn by tamed lions life had fulfilled its pledges until neither knew which was the giver and which the receiver cleopatra, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] pain is the inseparable companion of love cleopatra, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] aspect obnoxious to the gaze will pour water on the fire contempt had become too deep for hate epicurus, who believed that with death all things ended everything that exists moves onward to destruction and decay fairest dreams of childhood were surpassed from epicurus to aristippus, is but a short step golden chariot drawn by tamed lions jealousy has a thousand eyes life had fulfilled its pledges no, she was not created to grow old nothing in life is either great or small pain is the inseparable companion of love preferred a winding path to a straight one priests: in order to curb the unruly conduct of the populace see facts as they are and treat them like figures in a sum shadow of the candlestick caught her eye before the light she would not purchase a few more years of valueless life soul which ceases to regard death as a misfortune finds peace to govern the world one must have less need of sleep trouble does not enhance beauty until neither knew which was the giver and which the receiver what changes so quickly as joy and sorrow without heeding the opinion of mortals zeus does not hear the vows of lovers the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] facts are differently reflected in different minds have not yet learned not to be astonished ill-judgment to pronounce a thing impossible years are the foe of beauty the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] a well-to-do man always gets a higher price than a poor one i must either rest or begin upon something new the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] have lived to feel such profound contempt for the world in order to find himself for once in good company--(solitude) never speaks a word too much or too little they keep an account in their heart and not in their head the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] enjoy the present day idleness had long since grown to be the occupation of his life it was such a comfort once more to obey an order philosophers who wrote of the vanity of writers the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] avoid all useless anxiety to know half is less endurable than to know nothing who do all they are able and enjoy as much as they can get the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] happiness is only the threshold to misery when a friend refuses to share in joys the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] dried merry-thought bone of a fowl more to the purpose to think of the future than of the past so long as we do not think ourselves wretched, we are not so temples would be empty if mortals had nothing left to wish for the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] youth has a right to go astray now and then feeling themselves oppressed by the benevolence the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] if one only knew who it is all for love laughs at locksmiths wide world between the purpose and the deed the emperor, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] incomprehensible set no limits to his thirst for knowledge you must admire it, every connoisseur must the emperor, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] a well-to-do man always gets a higher price than a poor one avoid all useless anxiety dried merry-thought bone of a fowl enjoy the present day facts are differently reflected in different minds feeling themselves oppressed by the benevolence happiness is only the threshold to misery have not yet learned not to be astonished have lived to feel such profound contempt for the world i must either rest or begin upon something new idleness had long since grown to be the occupation of his life if one only knew who it is all for ill-judgment to pronounce a thing impossible in order to find himself for once in good company--(solitude) incomprehensible set no limits to his thirst for knowledge it was such a comfort once more to obey an order love laughs at locksmiths more to the purpose to think of the future than of the past never speaks a word too much or too little philosophers who wrote of the vanity of writers so long as we do not think ourselves wretched, we are not so temples would be empty if mortals had nothing left to wish for they keep an account in their heart and not in their head to know half is less endurable than to know nothing when a friend refuses to share in joys who do all they are able and enjoy as much as they can get wide world between the purpose and the deed years are the foe of beauty you must admire it, every connoisseur must youth has a right to go astray now and then homo sum, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] action trod on the heels of resolve homo sum; humani nil a me alienum puto i am human, nothing that is human can i regard as alien to me love is at once the easiest and the most difficult love overlooks the ravages of years and has a good memory no judgment is so hard as that dealt by a slave to slaves no man is more than man, and many men are less sky as bare of cloud as the rocks are of shrubs and herbs sleep avoided them both, and each knew that the other was awake the older one grows the quicker the hours hurry away to pray is better than to bathe wakefulness may prolong the little term of life homo sum, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] he who wholly abjures folly is a fool some caution is needed even in giving a warning who can point out the road that another will take homo sum, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] overlooks his own fault in his feeling of the judge's injustice homo sum, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] can such love be wrong? homo sum, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] he out of the battle can easily boast of being unconquered pray for me, a miserable man--for i was a man homo sum, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] action trod on the heels of resolve can such love be wrong? he who wholly abjures folly is a fool he out of the battle can easily boast of being unconquered homo sum; humani nil a me alienum puto i am human, nothing that is human can i regard as alien to me love is at once the easiest and the most difficult love overlooks the ravages of years and has a good memory no judgment is so hard as that dealt by a slave to slaves no man is more than man, and many men are less overlooks his own fault in his feeling of the judge's injustice pray for me, a miserable man--for i was a man sky as bare of cloud as the rocks are of shrubs and herbs sleep avoided them both, and each knew that the other was awake some caution is needed even in giving a warning the older one grows the quicker the hours hurry away to pray is better than to bathe wakefulness may prolong the little term of life who can point out the road that another will take serapis, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] christian hypocrites who pretend to hate life and love death he may talk about the soul--what he is after is the girl love means suffering--those who love drag a chain with them to her it was not a belief but a certainty trifling incident gains importance when undue emphasis is laid serapis, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] people who have nothing to do always lack time perish all those who do not think as we do reason is a feeble weapon in contending with a woman words that sounded kindly, but with a cold, unloving heart serapis, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] pretended to see nothing in the old woman's taunts very hard to imagine nothingness serapis, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] christianity had ceased to be the creed of the poor he spoke with pompous exaggeration whether man were the best or the worst of created beings serapis, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] great happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrow it is not by enthusiasm but by tactics that we defeat a foe rapture and anguish--who can lay down the border line serapis, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] what have i to care for but my child's happiness? faith is the true herb of grace. the intellect is its foe serapis, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] christian hypocrites who pretend to hate life and love death christianity had ceased to be the creed of the poor faith is the true herb of grace. the intellect is its foe great happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrow he may talk about the soul--what he is after is the girl he spoke with pompous exaggeration it is not by enthusiasm but by tactics that we defeat a foe love means suffering--those who love drag a chain with them people who have nothing to do always lack time perish all those who do not think as we do pretended to see nothing in the old woman's taunts rapture and anguish--who can lay down the border line reason is a feeble weapon in contending with a woman to her it was not a belief but a certainty trifling incident gains importance when undue emphasis is laid very hard to imagine nothingness what have i to care for but my child's happiness? whether man were the best or the worst of created beings words that sounded kindly, but with a cold, unloving heart arachne, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] cast my warning to the winds, pity will also fly away with it must--that word is a ploughshare which suits only loose soil tender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knows there is nothing better than death, for it is peace tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed wait, child! what is life but waiting? arachne, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] cautious inquiry saves recantation nature is sufficient for us there are no gods, and whoever bows makes himself a slave waiting is the merchant's wisdom woman's hair is long, but her wit is short arachne, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] secluded monotony of his life as a scar over memory arachne, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] camels, which were rarely seen in egypt arachne, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] chance, which took no heed of merit or unworthiness deceived himself concerning the value of his own work gods whom men had invented after their own likeness hate the person from whom he receives benefits arachne, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] aimless life of pleasure arachne, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] forbidden the folly of spoiling the present by remorse two griefs always belong to one joy arachne, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] regular messenger and carrier-dove service had been established arachne, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] aimless life of pleasure camels, which were rarely seen in egypt cast my warning to the winds, pity will also fly away with it cautious inquiry saves recantation forbidden the folly of spoiling the present by remorse must--that word is a ploughshare which suits only loose soil nature is sufficient for us regular messenger and carrier-dove service had been established secluded monotony of his life as a scar over memory tender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knows there is nothing better than death, for it is peace there are no gods, and whoever bows makes himself a slave tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed two griefs always belong to one joy wait, child! what is life but waiting? waiting is the merchant's wisdom woman's hair is long, but her wit is short the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] abandon to the young the things we ourselves used most to enjoy spoilt to begin with by their mothers, and then all the women talk of the wolf and you see his tail temples of the old gods were used as quarries women are indeed the rock ahead in this young fellow's life the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] ancient custom, to have her ears cut off caught the infection and had to laugh whether she would or no gave them a claim on your person and also on your sorrows how could they find so much pleasure in such folly of two evils it is wise to choose the lesser prepared for the worst; then you are armed against failure who can hope to win love that gives none who can take pleasure in always seeing a gloomy face? the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] love has two faces: tender devotion and bitter aversion self-interest and egoism which drive him into the cave the man who avoids his kind and lives in solitude you have a habit of only looking backwards the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] in whom some good quality or other may not be discovered life is not a banquet the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] gratitude is a tribute on which no wise man ever reckons healthy soul is only to be found in a healthy body man is the standard of all things persians never prayed for any particular blessing the immortal gods have set sweat before virtue things you mean are only what they seem to us would want some one else to wear herself out for any woman can forgive any man for his audacity in loving her the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] a knot can often be untied by daylight hatred and love are the opposite ends of the same rod life is a function, a ministry, a duty so hard is it to forego the right of hating those who will not listen must feel use their physical helplessness as a defence the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] an old war horse, though harnessed to the plough as soon as a white thread could be distinguished from a black one the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] he was made to be plundered old age no longer forgets; it is youth that has a short memory the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] better place if there were neither masters nor servants see with agonizing clearness what he had lost in her the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] thin-skinned, like all up-starts in authority the bride of the nile, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] sea-port was connected with medina by a pigeon-post the bride of the nile, by ebers, complete [ge# ][ge v .txt] a knot can often be untied by daylight abandon to the young the things we ourselves used most to enjoy an old war horse, though harnessed to the plough ancient custom, to have her ears cut off as soon as a white thread could be distinguished from a black one better place if there were neither masters nor servants caught the infection and had to laugh whether she would or no gave them a claim on your person and also on your sorrows hatred and love are the opposite ends of the same rod he was made to be plundered how could they find so much pleasure in such folly in whom some good quality or other may not be discovered life is not a banquet life is a function, a ministry, a duty love has two faces: tender devotion and bitter aversion of two evils it is wise to choose the lesser old age no longer forgets; it is youth that has a short memory prepared for the worst; then you are armed against failure sea-port was connected with medina by a pigeon-post see with agonizing clearness what he had lost in her self-interest and egoism which drive him into the cave so hard is it to forego the right of hating spoilt to begin with by their mothers, and then all the women talk of the wolf and you see his tail temples of the old gods were used as quarries the man who avoids his kind and lives in solitude thin-skinned, like all up-starts in authority those who will not listen must feel use their physical helplessness as a defence who can hope to win love that gives none who can take pleasure in always seeing a gloomy face? women are indeed the rock ahead in this young fellow's life you have a habit of only looking backwards a thorny path, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] man, in short, could be sure of nothing misfortunes commonly come in couples yoked like oxen a thorny path, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] for what will not custom excuse and sanctify? a thorny path, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] force which had compelled every one to do as his neighbors it is the passionate wish that gives rise to the belief a thorny path, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] begun to enjoy the sound of his own voice cast off their disease as a serpent casts its skin a thorny path, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] galenus--what i like is bad for me, what i loathe is wholesome a thorny path, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] obstacles existed only to be removed speaking ill of others is their greatest delight the past must stand; it is like a scar a thorny path, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][ge v .txt] he only longed to be hopeful once more, to enjoy the present never to be astonished at anything a thorny path, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] possess little and require nothing a thorny path, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] he has the gift of being easily consoled a thorny path, by ebers, complete [ge# ][g v .txt] begun to enjoy the sound of his own voice cast off their disease as a serpent casts its skin for what will not custom excuse and sanctify? force which had compelled every one to do as his neighbors galenus--what i like is bad for me, what i loathe is wholesome he has the gift of being easily consoled he only longed to be hopeful once more, to enjoy the present it is the passionate wish that gives rise to the belief man, in short, could be sure of nothing misfortunes commonly come in couples yoked like oxen never to be astonished at anything obstacles existed only to be removed possess little and require nothing speaking ill of others is their greatest delight the past must stand; it is like a scar in fire of the forge, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] shipwrecked on the cliffs of 'better' and 'best' in fire of the forge, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] abandoned women (required by law to help put out the fires) the heart must not be filled by another's image in fire of the forge, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] deem every hour that he was permitted to breathe as a gift in fire of the forge, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] welcome a small evil when it barred the way to a greater one in fire of the forge, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] false praise, he says, weighs more heavily than disgrace in fire of the forge, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] his sole effort had seemed to be to interfere with no one no virtue which can be owned like a house or a steed retreat behind the high-sounding words "justice and law" strongest of all educational powers--sorrow and love usually found the worst wine in the taverns with showy signs in fire of the forge, by ebers, complete [ge# ][g v .txt] abandoned women (required by law to help put out the fires) deem every hour that he was permitted to breathe as a gift false praise, he says, weighs more heavily than disgrace his sole effort had seemed to be to interfere with no one no virtue which can be owned like a house or a steed retreat behind the high-sounding words "justice and law" shipwrecked on the cliffs of 'better' and 'best' strongest of all educational powers--sorrow and love the heart must not be filled by another's image usually found the worst wine in the taverns with showy signs welcome a small evil when it barred the way to a greater one margery, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] as every word came straight from her heart be cautious how they are compassionate beware lest satan find thee idle! brought imagination to bear on my pastimes comparing their own fair lot with the evil lot of others faith and knowledge are things apart flee from hate as the soul's worst foe for the sake of those eyes you forgot all else her eyes were like open windows last day we shall be called to account for every word we utter laugh at him with friendly mockery, such as hurts no man maid who gives hope to a suitor though she has no mind to hear may they avoid the rocks on which i have bruised my feet men folks thought more about me than i deemed convenient no man gains profit by any experience other than his own one of those women who will not bear to be withstood the god amor is the best schoolmaster they who will, can when men-children deem maids to be weak and unfit for true sport margery, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] be happy while it is yet time germans are ever proud of a man who is able to drink deep on with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind him the not over-strong thread of my good patience vagabond knaves had already been put to the torture margery, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] a small joy makes us to forget our heavy griefs all i did was right in her eyes especial gift to listen keenly and question discreetly happiness should be found in making others happy have never been fain to set my heart on one only maid hopeful soul clings to delay as the harbinger of deliverance no false comfort, no cloaking of the truth one head, instead of three, ruled the church though thou lose all thou deemest thy happiness margery, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] love which is able and ready to endure all things wonder we leave for the most part to children and fools margery, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] all things were alike to me fruits and pies and sweetmeats for the little ones at home were we not one and all born fools margery, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] forty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wicked shadow which must ever fall where there is light woman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (pays for it) margery, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] marred their best joy in life by over-hasty ire misfortunes never come singly margery, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] ever creep in where true love hath found a nest--(jealousy) one who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folks we each and all are waiting margery, by ebers, complete [ge# ][g v .txt] a small joy makes us to forget our heavy griefs all i did was right in her eyes all things were alike to me as every word came straight from her heart be cautious how they are compassionate be happy while it is yet time beware lest satan find thee idle! brought imagination to bear on my pastimes comparing their own fair lot with the evil lot of others especial gift to listen keenly and question discreetly ever creep in where true love hath found a nest--(jealousy) faith and knowledge are things apart flee from hate as the soul's worst foe for the sake of those eyes you forgot all else forty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wicked fruits and pies and sweetmeats for the little ones at home germans are ever proud of a man who is able to drink deep happiness should be found in making others happy have never been fain to set my heart on one only maid her eyes were like open windows hopeful soul clings to delay as the harbinger of deliverance last day we shall be called to account for every word we utter laugh at him with friendly mockery, such as hurts no man love which is able and ready to endure all things maid who gives hope to a suitor though she has no mind to hear marred their best joy in life by over-hasty ire may they avoid the rocks on which i have bruised my feet men folks thought more about me than i deemed convenient misfortunes never come singly no man gains profit by any experience other than his own no false comfort, no cloaking of the truth on with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind him one head, instead of three, ruled the church one who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folks one of those women who will not bear to be withstood shadow which must ever fall where there is light the god amor is the best schoolmaster the not over-strong thread of my good patience they who will, can though thou lose all thou deemest thy happiness vagabond knaves had already been put to the torture we each and all are waiting were we not one and all born fools when men-children deem maids to be weak and unfit for true sport woman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (pays for it) wonder we leave for the most part to children and fools barbara blomberg, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] a live dog is better than a dead king always more good things in a poor family which was once rich harder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomes no happiness will thrive on bread and water barbara blomberg, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] dread which the ancients had of the envy of the gods shuns the downward glance of compassion that tears were the best portion of all human life barbara blomberg, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] the blessing of those who are more than they seem barbara blomberg, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] cunning which is often a characteristic of narrow minds pride in charms which we do not possess (vanity) barbara blomberg, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] catholic, but his stomach desired to be protestant (erasmus) barbara blomberg, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] attain a lofty height from which to look down upon others barbara blomberg, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] whoever will not hear, must feel barbara blomberg, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] before learning to obey, he was permitted to command grief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old one to the child death is only slumber barbara blomberg, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] the greatness he had gained he overlooked who does not struggle ward, falls back barbara blomberg, by ebers, complete [ge# ][g v .txt] a live dog is better than a dead king always more good things in a poor family which was once rich attain a lofty height from which to look down upon others before learning to obey, he was permitted to command catholic, but his stomach desired to be protestant (erasmus) dread which the ancients had of the envy of the gods grief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old one harder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomes no happiness will thrive on bread and water shuns the downward glance of compassion that tears were the best portion of all human life the blessing of those who are more than they seem the greatness he had gained he overlooked to the child death is only slumber who does not struggle ward, falls back whoever will not hear, must feel a word only a word, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] he was steadfast in everything, even anger a word only a word, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] no one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactor once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point to expect gratitude is folly whoever condemns, feels himself superior a word only a word, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] among fools one must be a fool a word only a word, by ebers, complete [ge# ][g v .txt] among fools one must be a fool he was steadfast in everything, even anger no one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactor once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point to expect gratitude is folly whoever condemns, feels himself superior burgomaster's wife, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] a blustering word often does good service held in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affront the shirt is closer than the coat those two little words 'wish' and 'ought' wet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture without burgomaster's wife, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] art ceases when ugliness begins debts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditors despair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turns repos ailleurs the best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipation to whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasure burgomaster's wife, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] hat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat on must take care not to poison the fishes with it burgomaster's wife, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] drinking is also an art, and the germans are masters of it here the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practised standing still is retrograding to whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushels youth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little' burgomaster's wife, by ebers, complete [ge# ][g v .txt] a blustering word often does good service art ceases when ugliness begins debts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditors despair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turns drinking is also an art, and the germans are masters of it hat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat on held in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affront here the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practised must take care not to poison the fishes with it repos ailleurs standing still is retrograding the shirt is closer than the coat the best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipation those two little words 'wish' and 'ought' to whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushels to whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasure wet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture without youth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little' in the blue pike, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive tone honest anger affords a certain degree of enjoyment ovid, 'we praise the ancients' pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brains who gives great gifts, expects great gifts again who watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyes in the blue pike, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] buy indugence for sins to be committed in the future mirrors were not allowed in the convent in the blue pike, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] repeated the exclamation: "too late!" and again, "too late! in the blue pike, by ebers, complete [ge# ][g v .txt] arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive tone buy indugence for sins to be committed in the future honest anger affords a certain degree of enjoyment mirrors were not allowed in the convent ovid, 'we praise the ancients' pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brains repeated the exclamation: "too late!" and again, "too late! who watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyes who gives great gifts, expects great gifts again a question, by georg ebers, [ge# ][g v .txt] absence of suffering is not happiness laughing before sunrise causes tears at evening people see what they want to see seems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign it wrath has two eyes--one blind, the other keener than a falcon's the elixir, by georg ebers, [ge# ][g v .txt] caress or a spank from you--each at the proper time clothes the ugly truth as with a pleasing garment couple seemed to get on so perfectly well without them death itself sometimes floats 'twixt cup and lip' exceptional people are destined to be unhappy in this world if speech be silver, silence then is gold! the greylock, by georg ebers, [ge# ][g v .txt] at my age we count it gain not to be disappointed had laid aside what we call nerves like a clock that points to one hour while it strikes another to-morrow could give them nothing better than to-day complete short works by georg ebers, [ge# ][g v .txt] absence of suffering is not happiness arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive tone at my age we count it gain not to be disappointed buy indugence for sins to be committed in the future caress or a spank from you--each at the proper time clothes the ugly truth as with a pleasing garment couple seemed to get on so perfectly well without them death itself sometimes floats 'twixt cup and lip' exceptional people are destined to be unhappy in this world had laid aside what we call nerves honest anger affords a certain degree of enjoyment if speech be silver, silence then is gold! laughing before sunrise causes tears at evening like a clock that points to one hour while it strikes another mirrors were not allowed in the convent ovid, 'we praise the ancients' pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brains people see what they want to see repeated the exclamation: "too late!" and again, "too late! seems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign it to-morrow could give them nothing better than to-day who watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyes who gives great gifts, expects great gifts again wrath has two eyes--one blind, the other keener than a falcon's the story of my life, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] full as an egg i plead with voice and pen in behalf of fairy tales nobody was allowed to be perfectly idle the carp served on christmas eve in every berlin family to be happy, one must forget what cannot be altered unjust to injure and rob the child for the benefit of the man when you want to strike me again, mother, please take off the story of my life, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] child cannot distinguish between what is amusing and what is sad child is naturally egotistical deserve the gratitude of my people, though it should be denied half-comprehended catchwords serve as a banner hanging the last king with the guts of the last priest readers often like best what is most incredible smell most powerful of all the senses in awakening memory the story of my life, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] hollow of the hand, diogenes's drinking-cup life is valued so much less by the young required courage to be cowardly the story of my life, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] a word at the right time and place confucius's command not to love our fellow-men but to respect the story of my life, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] coach moved by electricity do thoroughly whatever they do at all i approve of such foolhardiness life is the fairest fairy tale (anderson) loved himself too much to give his whole affection to any one scorned the censure of the people, he never lost sight of it what father does not find something to admire in his child the story of my life, by georg ebers, v [ge# ][g v .txt] appreciation of trifles carpe diem how effective a consolation man possesses in gratitude men studying for their own benefit, not the teacher's phrase and idea "philosophy of religion" as an absurdity the story of my life, by ebers, complete [ge# ][g v .txt] a word at the right time and place appreciation of trifles carpe diem child is naturally egotistical child cannot distinguish between what is amusing and what is sad coach moved by electricity confucius's command not to love our fellow-men but to respect deserve the gratitude of my people, though it should be denied do thoroughly whatever they do at all full as an egg half-comprehended catchwords serve as a banner hanging the last king with the guts of the last priest hollow of the hand, diogenes's drinking-cup how effective a consolation man possesses in gratitude i approve of such foolhardiness i plead with voice and pen in behalf of fairy tales life is valued so much less by the young life is the fairest fairy tale (anderson) loved himself too much to give his whole affection to any one men studying for their own benefit, not the teacher's nobody was allowed to be perfectly idle phrase and idea "philosophy of religion" as an absurdity readers often like best what is most incredible required courage to be cowardly scorned the censure of the people, he never lost sight of it smell most powerful of all the senses in awakening memory the carp served on christmas eve in every berlin family to be happy, one must forget what cannot be altered unjust to injure and rob the child for the benefit of the man what father does not find something to admire in his child when you want to strike me again, mother, please take off the complete pg edition of georg ebers [ge# ][g v .txt] a noble mind can never swim with the stream a first impression is often a final one a small joy makes us to forget our heavy griefs a live dog is better than a dead king a well-to-do man always gets a higher price than a poor one a subdued tone generally provokes an equally subdued answer a dirty road serves when it makes for the goal a knot can often be untied by daylight a school where people learned modesty a word at the right time and place a mere nothing in one man's life, to another may be great a debtor, says the proverb, is half a prisoner a kind word hath far more power than an angry one a blustering word often does good service abandon to the young the things we ourselves used most to enjoy abandoned women (required by law to help put out the fires) absence of suffering is not happiness abuse not those who have outwitted thee action trod on the heels of resolve age is inquisitive age when usually even bad liquor tastes of honey aimless life of pleasure air of a professional guide all i did was right in her eyes all things were alike to me always more good things in a poor family which was once rich among fools one must be a fool an admirer of the lovely color of his blue bruises ancient custom, to have her ears cut off and what is great--and what is small apis the progeny of a virgin cow and a moonbeam appreciation of trifles ardently they desire that which transcends sense arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive tone art ceases when ugliness begins as every word came straight from her heart asenath, the wife of joseph, had been an egyptian ask for what is feasible aspect obnoxious to the gaze will pour water on the fire assigned sixty years as the limit of a happy life at my age we count it gain not to be disappointed at my age every year must be accepted as an undeserved gift attain a lofty height from which to look down upon others avoid excessive joy as well as complaining grief avoid all useless anxiety be not merciful unto him who is a liar or a rebel be happy while it is yet time be cautious how they are compassionate bearers of ill ride faster than the messengers of weal before you serve me up so bitter a meal (the truth) before learning to obey, he was permitted to command begun to enjoy the sound of his own voice behold, the puny child of man between two stools a man falls to the ground beware lest satan find thee idle! blessings go as quickly as they come blind tenderness which knows no reason blossom of the thorny wreath of sorrow brief "eternity" of national covenants brought imagination to bear on my pastimes but what do you men care for the suffering you inflict on others buy indugence for sins to be committed in the future by nature she is not and by circumstances is compelled to be call everything that is beyond your comprehension a miracle called his daughter to wash his feet cambyses had been spoiled from his earliest infancy camels, which were rarely seen in egypt can such love be wrong? canal to connect the nile with the red sea cannot understand how trifles can make me so happy caress or a spank from you--each at the proper time carpe diem cast my warning to the winds, pity will also fly away with it cast off their disease as a serpent casts its skin cast off all care; be mindful only of pleasure catholic, but his stomach desired to be protestant (erasmus) caught the infection and had to laugh whether she would or no cautious inquiry saves recantation child is naturally egotistical child cannot distinguish between what is amusing and what is sad childhood already lies behind me, and youth will soon follow choose between too great or too small a recompense christian hypocrites who pretend to hate life and love death christianity had ceased to be the creed of the poor clothes the ugly truth as with a pleasing garment coach moved by electricity colored cakes in the shape of beasts comparing their own fair lot with the evil lot of others confess i would rather provoke a lioness than a woman confucius's command not to love our fellow-men but to respect contempt had become too deep for hate corpse to be torn in pieces by dogs and vultures couple seemed to get on so perfectly well without them creed which views life as a short pilgrimage to the grave curiosity is a woman's vice death is so long and life so short death itself sometimes floats 'twixt cup and lip' debts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditors deceit is deceit deem every hour that he was permitted to breathe as a gift deficient are as guilty in their eyes as the idle desert is a wonderful physician for a sick soul deserve the gratitude of my people, though it should be denied desire to seek and find a power outside us despair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turns devoid of occupation, envy easily becomes hatred did the ancients know anything of love do not spoil the future for the sake of the present do thoroughly whatever they do at all does happiness consist then in possession dread which the ancients had of the envy of the gods dried merry-thought bone of a fowl drink of the joys of life thankfully, and in moderation drinking is also an art, and the germans are masters of it easy to understand what we like to hear enjoy the present day epicurus, who believed that with death all things ended eros mocks all human efforts to resist or confine him especial gift to listen keenly and question discreetly ever creep in where true love hath found a nest--(jealousy) every misfortune brings its fellow with it everything that exists moves onward to destruction and decay evolution and annihilation exceptional people are destined to be unhappy in this world exhibit one's happiness in the streets, and conceal one's misery eyes kind and frank, without tricks of glance eyes are much more eloquent than all the tongues in the world facts are differently reflected in different minds fairest dreams of childhood were surpassed faith and knowledge are things apart false praise, he says, weighs more heavily than disgrace flattery is a key to the heart flee from hate as the soul's worst foe folly to fret over what cannot be undone for fear of the toothache, had his sound teeth drawn for the sake of those eyes you forgot all else for the errors of the wise the remedy is reparation, not regret for what will not custom excuse and sanctify? forbidden the folly of spoiling the present by remorse force which had compelled every one to do as his neighbors forty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wicked from epicurus to aristippus, is but a short step fruits and pies and sweetmeats for the little ones at home full as an egg galenus--what i like is bad for me, what i loathe is wholesome gave them a claim on your person and also on your sorrows germans are ever proud of a man who is able to drink deep go down into the grave before us (our children) golden chariot drawn by tamed lions good advice is more frequently unheeded than followed great happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrow greeks have not the same reverence for truth grief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old one had laid aside what we call nerves half-comprehended catchwords serve as a banner hanging the last king with the guts of the last priest happiness has nothing to do with our outward circumstances happiness is only the threshold to misery happiness should be found in making others happy harder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomes hast thou a wounded heart? touch it seldom hat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat on hate, though never sated, can yet be gratified hatred and love are the opposite ends of the same rod hatred for all that hinders the growth of light hatred between man and man have not yet learned not to be astonished have never been fain to set my heart on one only maid have lived to feel such profound contempt for the world he may talk about the soul--what he is after is the girl he who kills a cat is punished (for murder) he who looks for faith must give faith he is clever and knows everything, but how silly he looks now he was steadfast in everything, even anger he only longed to be hopeful once more, to enjoy the present he who is to govern well must begin by learning to obey he was made to be plundered he is the best host, who allows his guests the most freedom he has the gift of being easily consoled he who wholly abjures folly is a fool he out of the battle can easily boast of being unconquered he spoke with pompous exaggeration held in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affront her white cat was playing at her feet her eyes were like open windows here the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practised his sole effort had seemed to be to interfere with no one hold pleasure to be the highest good hollow of the hand, diogenes's drinking-cup homo sum; humani nil a me alienum puto honest anger affords a certain degree of enjoyment hopeful soul clings to delay as the harbinger of deliverance how easy it is to give wounds, and how hard it is to heal how could they find so much pleasure in such folly how tender is thy severity how effective a consolation man possesses in gratitude human sacrifices, which had been introduced into egypt by the phoenicians human beings hate the man who shows kindness to their enemies i am human, nothing that is human can i regard as alien to me i approve of such foolhardiness i plead with voice and pen in behalf of fairy tales i must either rest or begin upon something new i cannot . . . say rather: i will not i know that i am of use i have never deviated from the exact truth even in jest i was not swift to anger, nor a liar, nor a violent ruler i do not like to enquire about our fate beyond the grave idleness had long since grown to be the occupation of his life if you want to catch mice you must waste bacon if one only knew who it is all for if it were right we should not want to hide ourselves if speech be silver, silence then is gold! ill-judgment to pronounce a thing impossible impartial looker-on sees clearer than the player in order to find himself for once in good company--(solitude) in whom some good quality or other may not be discovered in those days men wept, as well as women in this immense temple man seemed a dwarf in his own eyes in our country it needs more courage to be a coward in war the fathers live to mourn for their slain sons inn, was to be found about every eighteen miles inquisitive eyes are intrusive company introduced a regular system of taxation-darius it is not seeing, it is seeking that is delightful it was such a comfort once more to obey an order it is not by enthusiasm but by tactics that we defeat a foe it is the passionate wish that gives rise to the belief jealousy has a thousand eyes judge only by appearances, and never enquire into the causes kisra called wine the soap of sorrow know how to honor beauty; and prove it by taking many wives last day we shall be called to account for every word we utter laugh at him with friendly mockery, such as hurts no man laughing before sunrise causes tears at evening learn early to pass lightly over little things learn to obey, that later you may know how to command life is not a banquet life is a function, a ministry, a duty life is the fairest fairy tale (anderson) life is valued so much less by the young life had fulfilled its pledges like the cackle of hens, which is peculiar to eastern women like a clock that points to one hour while it strikes another love has two faces: tender devotion and bitter aversion love means suffering--those who love drag a chain with them love which is able and ready to endure all things love laughs at locksmiths love is at once the easiest and the most difficult love overlooks the ravages of years and has a good memory loved himself too much to give his whole affection to any one lovers delighted in nature then as now lovers are the most unteachable of pupils maid who gives hope to a suitor though she has no mind to hear man, in short, could be sure of nothing man works with all his might for no one but himself man is the measure of all things man has nothing harder to endure than uncertainty many creditors are so many allies many a one would rather be feared than remain unheeded marred their best joy in life by over-hasty ire may they avoid the rocks on which i have bruised my feet medicines work harm as often as good men studying for their own benefit, not the teacher's men folks thought more about me than i deemed convenient mirrors were not allowed in the convent misfortune too great for tears misfortunes commonly come in couples yoked like oxen misfortunes never come singly money is a pass-key that turns any lock more to the purpose to think of the future than of the past mosquito-tower with which nearly every house was provided most ready to be angry with those to whom we have been unjust multitude who, like the gnats, fly towards every thing brilliant museum of alexandria and the library must take care not to poison the fishes with it must--that word is a ploughshare which suits only loose soil natural impulse which moves all old women to favor lovers nature is sufficient for us never speaks a word too much or too little never so clever as when we have to find excuses for our own sins never to be astonished at anything no judgment is so hard as that dealt by a slave to slaves no man is more than man, and many men are less no man was allowed to ask anything of the gods for himself no good excepting that from which we expect the worst no, she was not created to grow old no happiness will thrive on bread and water no one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactor no man gains profit by any experience other than his own no false comfort, no cloaking of the truth no one so self-confident and insolent as just such an idiot no virtue which can be owned like a house or a steed nobody was allowed to be perfectly idle none of us really know anything rightly not yet fairly come to the end of yesterday nothing in life is either great or small nothing is perfectly certain in this world nothing permanent but change nothing so certain as that nothing is certain nothing is more dangerous to love, than a comfortable assurance numbers are the only certain things observe a due proportion in all things obstacles existed only to be removed obstinacy--which he liked to call firm determination of two evils it is wise to choose the lesser often happens that apparent superiority does us damage old women grow like men, and old men grow like women old age no longer forgets; it is youth that has a short memory olympics--the first was fixed b.c. omnipotent god, who had preferred his race above all others on with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind him once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point one falsehood usually entails another one of those women who will not bear to be withstood one should give nothing up for lost excepting the dead one hand washes the other one must enjoy the time while it is here one who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folks one head, instead of three, ruled the church only the choice between lying and silence only two remedies for heart-sickness:--hope and patience ordered his feet to be washed and his head anointed our thinkers are no heroes, and our heroes are no sages overbusy friends are more damaging than intelligent enemies overlooks his own fault in his feeling of the judge's injustice ovid, 'we praise the ancients' pain is the inseparable companion of love papyrus ebers patronizing friendliness pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brains people who have nothing to do always lack time people see what they want to see perish all those who do not think as we do philosophers who wrote of the vanity of writers phrase and idea "philosophy of religion" as an absurdity pilgrimage to the grave, and death as the only true life pious axioms to be repeated by the physician, while compounding pleasant sensation of being a woman, like any other woman possess little and require nothing pray for me, a miserable man--for i was a man precepts and lessons which only a mother can give prefer deeds to words preferred a winding path to a straight one prepare sorrow when we come into the world prepared for the worst; then you are armed against failure pretended to see nothing in the old woman's taunts priests that they should instruct the people to be obedient priests: in order to curb the unruly conduct of the populace principle of over-estimating the strength of our opponents provide yourself with a self-devised ruler rapture and anguish--who can lay down the border line readers often like best what is most incredible reason is a feeble weapon in contending with a woman refreshed by the whip of one of the horsemen regard the utterances and mandates of age as wisdom regular messenger and carrier-dove service had been established remember, a lie and your death are one and the same repeated the exclamation: "too late!" and again, "too late! repos ailleurs repugnance for the old laws began to take root in his heart required courage to be cowardly resistance always brings out a man's best powers retreat behind the high-sounding words "justice and law" robes cut as to leave the right breast uncovered romantic love, as we know it, a result of christianity rules of life given by one man to another are useless scarcely be able to use so large a sum--then abuse it scorned the censure of the people, he never lost sight of it sea-port was connected with medina by a pigeon-post seditious words are like sparks, which are borne by the wind see facts as they are and treat them like figures in a sum seems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign it self-interest and egoism which drive him into the cave sent for a second interpreter shadow which must ever fall where there is light shadow of the candlestick caught her eye before the light she would not purchase a few more years of valueless life shipwrecked on the cliffs of 'better' and 'best' should i be a man, if i forgot vengeance? shuns the downward glance of compassion sing their libels on women (greek philosophers) sky as bare of cloud as the rocks are of shrubs and herbs sleep avoided them both, and each knew that the other was awake smell most powerful of all the senses in awakening memory so long as we are able to hope and wish so long as we do not think ourselves wretched, we are not so so hard is it to forego the right of hating some caution is needed even in giving a warning soul which ceases to regard death as a misfortune finds peace speaking ill of others is their greatest delight spoilt to begin with by their mothers, and then all the women standing still is retrograding strongest of all educational powers--sorrow and love successes, like misfortunes, never come singly take heed lest pride degenerate into vainglory talk of the wolf and you see his tail temples would be empty if mortals had nothing left to wish for temples of the old gods were used as quarries tender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knows that tears were the best portion of all human life the heart must not be filled by another's image the blessing of those who are more than they seem the past belongs to the dead; only fools count upon the future the priests are my opponents, my masters the carp served on christmas eve in every berlin family the gods cast envious glances at the happiness of mortals the past must stand; it is like a scar the man who avoids his kind and lives in solitude the beautiful past is all he has to live upon the altar where truth is mocked at the older one grows the quicker the hours hurry away the shirt is closer than the coat the beginning of things is not more attractive the mother of foresight looks backwards the greatness he had gained he overlooked the dressing and undressing of the holy images the god amor is the best schoolmaster the not over-strong thread of my good patience the man within him, and not on the circumstances without the scholar's ears are at his back: when he is flogged the best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipation the experienced love to signify their superiority then hate came; but it did not last long there is no 'never,' no surely there are no gods, and whoever bows makes himself a slave there is nothing better than death, for it is peace they who will, can they praise their butchers more than their benefactors they keep an account in their heart and not in their head they get ahead of us, and yet--i would not change with them thin-skinned, like all up-starts in authority think of his wife, not with affection only, but with pride those are not my real friends who tell me i am beautiful those who will not listen must feel those two little words 'wish' and 'ought' those whom we fear, says my uncle, we cannot love thou canst say in words what we can only feel though thou lose all thou deemest thy happiness thought that the insane were possessed by demons time is clever in the healing art title must not be a bill of fare to pray is better than to bathe to govern the world one must have less need of sleep to know half is less endurable than to know nothing to her it was not a belief but a certainty to the child death is only slumber to expect gratitude is folly to the mines meant to be doomed to a slow, torturing death to whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasure to whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushels to-morrow could give them nothing better than to-day to be happy, one must forget what cannot be altered tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed trifling incident gains importance when undue emphasis is laid trouble does not enhance beauty true host puts an end to the banquet trustfulness is so dear, so essential to me two griefs always belong to one joy unjust to injure and rob the child for the benefit of the man until neither knew which was the giver and which the receiver unwise to try to make a man happy by force use their physical helplessness as a defence use words instead of swords, traps instead of lances usually found the worst wine in the taverns with showy signs vagabond knaves had already been put to the torture very hard to imagine nothingness virtues are punished in this world voice of the senses, which drew them together, will soon be mute wait, child! what is life but waiting? waiting is the merchant's wisdom wakefulness may prolong the little term of life war is a perversion of nature we live for life, not for death we quarrel with no one more readily than with the benefactor we each and all are waiting we've talked a good deal of love with our eyes already welcome a small evil when it barred the way to a greater one were we not one and all born fools wet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture without what had formerly afforded me pleasure now seemed shallow what changes so quickly as joy and sorrow what are we all but puny children? what father does not find something to admire in his child whatever a man would do himself, he thinks others are capable of when love has once taken firm hold of a man in riper years when a friend refuses to share in joys when men-children deem maids to be weak and unfit for true sport when hate and revenge speak, gratitude shrinks timidly when you want to strike me again, mother, please take off whether the form of our benevolence does more good or mischief whether man were the best or the worst of created beings whether the historical romance is ever justifiable who watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyes who can point out the road that another will take who can be freer than he who needs nothing who only puts on his armor when he is threatened who does not struggle ward, falls back who gives great gifts, expects great gifts again who do all they are able and enjoy as much as they can get who can take pleasure in always seeing a gloomy face? who can prop another's house when his own is falling who can hope to win love that gives none whoever condemns, feels himself superior whoever will not hear, must feel wide world between the purpose and the deed wise men hold fast by the ever young present without heeding the opinion of mortals woman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (pays for it) woman's disapproving words were blown away by the wind woman's hair is long, but her wit is short women are indeed the rock ahead in this young fellow's life wonder we leave for the most part to children and fools words that sounded kindly, but with a cold, unloving heart wrath has two eyes--one blind, the other keener than a falcon's ye play with eternity as if it were but a passing moment years are the foe of beauty you have a habit of only looking backwards young greek girls pass their sad childhood in close rooms youth should be modest, and he was assertive youth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little' zeus does not hear the vows of lovers zeus pays no heed to lovers' oaths none familiar quotations a collection of familiar quotations. with complete indices of authors and subjects. * * * * * new york: hurst & company, publishers. preface. the object of this work is to show, to some extent, the obligations our language owes to various authors for numerous phrases and familiar quotations which have become "household words." this collection, originally made without any view of publication, has been considerably enlarged by additions from an english work on a similar plan, and is now sent forth with the hope that it may be found a convenient book of reference. though perhaps imperfect in some respects, it is believed to possess the merit of accuracy, as the quotations have been taken from the original sources. should this be favorably received, endeavors will be made to make it more worthy of the approbation of the public in a future edition. index of authors. addison, joseph akenside, mark aldrich, james austin, mrs. sarah bacon, francis bailey, philip james barbauld, mrs barnfield, richard barrett, eaton stannard basse, william baxter, richard beattie, james beaumont, francis berkeley, bishop blair, robert bolingbroke, lord booth, barton brown, tom brown, john bryant, william cullen bunyan, john burns, robert butler, samuel byrom, john byron, lord campbell, thomas canning, george carew, thomas carey, henry cervantes, miguel de charles ii churchill, charles cibber, colley coke, lord coleridge, samuel taylor collins, william colman, george congreve, william cotton, nathaniel cowley, abraham cowper, william crabbe, george cranch, christopher p. crashaw, richard defoe, daniel dekker, thomas denham, sir john doddridge, philip dodsley, robert donne, dr. john drake, joseph rodman dryden, john dyer, john everett, david franklin, benjamin fletcher, andrew fouché, joseph fuller, thomas garrick, david gay, john goldsmith, oliver grafton, richard gray, thomas green, matthew greene, albert g. greville, fulke (lord brooke) halleck, fitz-greene herbert, george herrick, robert hervey, thomas k. hill, aaron hobbes, thomas holy scriptures holmes, oliver wendell home, john hood, thomas hopkinson, joseph irving, washington johnson, samuel jones, sir william jonson, ben keats, john key, f.s. kempis, thomas à lamb, charles langhorn, john lee, nathaniel l'estrange, roger longfellow, henry wadsworth lowell, james russell lovelace, sir richard lyttelton, lord lytton, edward bulwer macaulay, thomas babington marlowe, christopher mickle, william julius milnes, richard monckton milton, john, montague, lady mary wortley montrose, marquis of moore, edward moore, thomas morris, charles morton, thomas moss, thomas norris, john otway, thomas paine, thomas palafox, don joseph parnell, thomas percy, thomas philips, john pollok, robert pope, alexander porteus, beilby prior, matthew proctor, bryan walter quarles, francis rabelais, francis raleigh, sir walter randolph, john rochefoucauld, duc de rochester, earl of rogers, samuel roscommon, earl of rowe, nicholas savage, richard scott, sir walter sewall, jonathan m. sewell, dr. george shakespeare, william sheffield, duke of buckinghamshire shenstone, william sheridan, richard brinsley shirley, james sidney, sir philip smollett, tobias southern, thomas southey, robert spencer, william r. spenser, edmund sprague, charles steers, miss fanny sterne, laurence suckling, sir john swift, jonathan sylvester, joshua taylor, henry tennyson, alfred tertullian theobald, louis thomson, james thrale, mrs tickell, thomas trumbull, john tuke, sir samuel tusser, thomas uhland, john louis walcott john (peter pindar) waller, edmund warburton, thomas watts, isaac wither, george wolfe, charles woodsworth, samuel wordsworth, william wotton, sir henry young, edward a collection of familiar quotations * * * * * holy scriptures. * * * * * old testament. genesis ii. . it is not good that the man should be alone genesis iii. . for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. genesis iv. . am i my brother's keeper? genesis iv. . my punishment is greater than i can bear genesis ix. . whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed. genesis xvi. . his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him. genesis xlii. . bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave. genesis xlix. . unstable as water, thou shalt not excel. deuteronomy xix. . eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot. deuteronomy xxxii. . he kept him as the apple of his eye. judges xvi. . the philistines be upon thee, samson. ruth i. . for whither thou goest, i will go; and where thou lodgest, i will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy god my god. samuel xiii. . a man after his own heart. samuel i. . tell it not in gath; publish it not in the streets of ashkelon samuel i. . saul and jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided. samuel i. . how are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! samuel i. . very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. samuel xii. . and nathan said to david, thou art the man. kings ix, . a proverb and a by-word among all people, kings xviii. . how long halt ye between two opinions? kings xviii. . behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand. kings xix. . a still, small voice. kings xx. . let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth it off. kings iv. . there is death in the pot. job i. . the lord gave, and the lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the lord. job iii. . there the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest. job v. . yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward. job xvi. . miserable comforters are ye all. job xix. . i know that my redeemer liveth. job xxviii. . the price of wisdom is above-rubies. job xxix. . i was eyes to the blind, and feet was i to the lame. job xxxi. . that mine adversary had written a book. job xxxviii. . hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves be stayed. psalm xvi. . the lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places. psalm xviii. . yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. psalm xxiii. . he maketh me to lie down in green pastures he leadeth me beside the still waters. psalm xxiii. . thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. psalm xxxvii. . i have been young, and now am old; yet have i not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. psalm xxxvii. . spreading himself like a green bay tree. psalm xxxvii. . mark the perfect man, and behold the upright. psalm xxxix. . while i was musing the fire burned. psalm xlv. . my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. psalm lv. . oh, that i had wings like a dove! psalm lxxii. . his enemies shall lick the dust. psalm lxxxv. . mercy and truth are met together: righteousness and peace have kissed each other. psalm xc. . we spend our years as a tale that is told. psalm cvii. . they reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end. psalm cxxvii. . he giveth his beloved sleep. psalm cxxxiii. . behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! psalm cxxxvii. . if i forget thee, o jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. psalm cxxxvii. . we hanged our harps on the willows. psalm cxxxix. . for i am fearfully and wonderfully made. proverbs iii. . her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. proverbs xi. . in the multitude of counsellors there is safety. proverbs xiii. . hope deferred maksth the heart sick. proverbs xiv. . fools make a mock at sin. proverbs xiv. . the heart knoweth his own bitterness. proverbs xiv. . righteousness exalteth a nation. proverbs xv. . a soft answer turneth away wrath. proverbs xv. . better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. proverbs xvi. . pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. proverbs xvi. . the hoary head is a crown of glory. proverbs xviii. . a wounded spirit who can bear? proverbs xxii. . train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart from it. proverbs xxiii. . for riches certainly make themselves wings. proverbs xxiv. . yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep. proverbs xxv. . for thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head. proverbs xxvi. . there is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets. proverbs xxvii. . boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth. proverbs xxviii. . the wicked flee when no man pursueth. ecclesiastes i. . there is no new thing under the sun. ecclesiastes i. . all is vanity and vexation of spirit. ecclesiastes v. . the sleep of a laboring man is sweet. ecclesiastes vii. . it is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting. ecclesiastes vii. . be not righteous overmuch ecclesiastes ix. . for a living dog is better than a dead lion, ecclesiastes ix. . whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might. ecclesiastes ix. . the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong. ecclesiastes xi. . cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days. ecclesiastes xii. . remember now thy creator in the days of thy youth. ecclesiastes xii. . and the grasshopper shall be a burden. ecclesiastes xii. . man goeth to his long home. ecclesiastes xii. . or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. ecclesiastes xii. . then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto god who gave it. ecclesiastes xii. . vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity. ecclesiastes xii. . of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh. isaiah xi. . the wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid. isaiah xxviii. . precept upon precept; line upon line: here a little, and there a little. isaiah xxxviii. . set thine house in order. isaiah xl. . all flesh is grass. isaiah xl. . behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance. isaiah xlii. . a bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench. isaiah liii. . he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter. isaiah lx. . a little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation. isaiah lxi. . to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. isaiah lxiv. . we all do fade as a leaf. jeremiah vii. . amend your ways and your doings. jeremiah viii. . is there no balm in gilead? is there no physician there? jeremiah xiii. . can the ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots? ezekiel xviii. . the fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge. daniel v. . thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting. daniel vi. . the thing is true, according to the law of the medes and persians, which altereth not. hosea viii. . for they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. micah iv. . and they shall beat their swords into plough-shares, and their spears into pruning-hooks. micah iv. . but they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree. habakkuk ii. . write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. malachi iv. . but unto you that fear my name shall the sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings. ecelesiasticus xiii. . he that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith. ecelesiasticus xiii. . he will laugh thee to scorn. * * * * * common prayer. morning prayer. we have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done. psalm cv. . the iron entered into his soul. collect for the second sunday in advent. read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest. the burial service. in the midst of life we are in death. earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. * * * * * new testament. matthew ii. . rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not. matthew iv. . man shall not live by bread alone. matthew v. . ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savor, wherewith shall it be salted? matthew v. . ye are the light of the world. a city set upon a hill cannot be hid. matthew vi. . but when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth. matthew vi. . where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. matthew vi. . ye cannot serve god and mammon. matthew vi. . consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. matthew vi. . take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. matthew vii. . neither cast ye your pearls before swine. matthew vii. . ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. matthew viii. . the foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the son of man hath not where to lay his head. matthew ix. . the harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few. matthew x. . be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. matthew x. . but the very hairs of your head are all numbered. matthew xii. . the tree is known by his fruit. matthew xii. . out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh. matthew xiii. . a prophet is not without honor, save in his own country, and in his own house. matthew xiv. . be of good cheer: it is i; be not afraid. matthew xv. . and if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch. matthew xv. . yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table. matthew xvi. . get thee behind me, satan. matthew xvi. . for what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? matthew xvii. . it is good for us to be here. matthew xix. . what therefore god hath joined together let not man put asunder. matthew xix. . it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of god. matthew xx. . is it not lawful for me to do what i will with mine own? matthew xxii. . for many are called, but few are chosen. matthew xxiii. . ye blind guides! which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel. matthew xxiii. . for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones. matthew xxiv. . for wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered together. matthew xxv. . unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath. matthew xxvi. . watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. mark iv. . he that hath ears to hear, let him hear. mark v. . my name is legion. mark ix. . where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched. luke iii. . and now also the ax is laid unto the root of the trees. luke iv. . physician, heal thyself. luke x. . go, and do thou likewise. luke x. . but one thing is needful: and mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her. luke xi. . he that is not with me is against me. luke xii. . and i will say to my soul, soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry. luke xii. . let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning. luke xvi. . for the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light. luke xvii. . it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea. luke xvii. . remember lot's wife. luke xix. . out of thine own mouth will i judge thee. john i. . behold the lamb of god, which taketh away the sin of the world! john i. . can there any good thing come out of nazareth? john iii. . except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of god. john iii. . the wind bloweth where it listeth. john v. . he was a burning and a shining light. john vi. . gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost. john vii. . judge not according to the appearance. john xii. . for the poor always ye have with you. john xii, . walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you. john xiv. . let not your heart be troubled. john xiv. . in my father's house are many mansions. john xv. . greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. acts ix. . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks. acts xx. . it is more blessed to give than to receive. romans ii. . for there is no respect of persons with god. romans vi. . for the wages of sin is death. romans viii. . and we know that all things work together or good to them that love god. romans xii. . be not wise in your own conceits. romans xii. . therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. romans xii. . be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good. romans xiii. . the powers that be are ordained of god, romans xiii. . render therefore to all their dues. romans xiii. . love is the fulfilling of the law. romans xiv. . let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind. corinthians iii. . i have planted, apollos watered; but god gave the increase. corinthians iii. . every man's work shall be made manifest, corinthians v. . absent in body, but present in spirit. corinthians v. . know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump? corinthians vii. . for the fashion of this world passeth away, corinthians ix. . i am made all things to all men. corinthians x. . wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall. corinthians xiii. . as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. corinthians xiii. . when i was a child i spake as a child. corinthians xiii. . for now we see through a glass, darkly. corinthians xv. . be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners. corinthians xv. . the first man is of the earth, earthy. corinthians xv. . o death, where is thy sting? o grave, where is thy victory? corinthians v. . we walk by faith, not by sight. corinthians vi. . behold, now is the accepted time, corinthians vi. . by evil report and good report. galatians vi. . for every man shall bear his own burden, galatians vi. . whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. ephesians iv. . be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath. philippians i. . for to me to live is christ, and to die is gain. colossians ii. . touch not; taste not; handle not. thessalonians i. . remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labor of love. thessalonians v. . prove all things; hold fast that which is good. timothy iii. , not greedy of filthy lucre. timothy v. . the laborer is worthy of his reward. timothy v. . drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake. timothy vi. . for the love of money is the root of all evil. timothy iv. . i have fought a good fight, i have finished my course, i have kept the faith. titus i. . unto the pure all things are pure. hebrews xi. . now faith is the substance of things hoped' for, the evidence of things not seen. hebrews xii. . for whom the lord loveth he chasteneth. hebrews xiii. . be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. james i. . blessed is the man that endureth temptation for when he is tried he shall receive the crown of life. james iii. p behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth! james iv. . resist the devil, and he will flee from you. peter iv. . charity shall cover the multitude of sins. peter v. . be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour. peter iii. . but the day of the lord will come as a thief in the night. john iv. . there is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear. revelation ii. . be thou faithful unto death. revelation ii. . he shall rule them with a rod of iron. revelation xxii. . i am alpha and omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. * * * * * shakespeare. tempest. act i. sc. . there's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: if the ill spirit have so fair a house, good things will strive to dwell with 't. act i. sc. . i will be correspondent to command, and do my spiriting gently. act ii. sc. . a very ancient and fishlike smell. act ii. sc. . misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. act iv. sc. . our revels row are ended: these our actors, as i foretold you, were all spirits, and are melted into air, into thin air: and, like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, and, like an insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. act iv. sc. . we are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. two gentlemen of verona. act i. sc. . i have no other but a woman's reason; i think him so, because i think him so. act iv. sc. . to make a virtue of necessity. act iv. sc. . is she not passing fair? merry wives of windsor. act ii. sc. . faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. act ii. sc. . why, then the world's mine oyster, which i with sword will open. act v. sc. . they say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. twelfth night. act i. sc. . if music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.-- that strain again--it had a dying fall; o, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odor. act i. sc, . i am sure care's an enemy to life. act i. sc. . 'tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. act ii. sc. . dost thou think, because them art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? act ii. sc. . she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat, like patience on a monument, smiling at grief. act iii. sc. . o, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful in the contempt and anger of his lip! act iii. sc. . love sought is good, but given unsought is better. act iii. sc, . let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. act iii. sc. . some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. measure for measure. act i. sc. . spirits are not finely touched but to fine issues. act i. sc. . our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt. act ii. sc. . o, it is excellent to have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant. act ii. sc. . but man, proud man! drest in a little brief authority, * * * * * plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep. act iii. sc. . the miserable have no other medicine, but only hope. act iii. sc. . the sense of death is most in apprehension; and the poor beetle that we tread upon in corporal sufferance finds a pang as great as when a giant dies. act iii. sc. . ay, but to die, and go we know not where; to lie in cold obstruction, and to rot. act iv. sc. . take, o take those lips away, that so sweetly were forsworn; and those eyes, the break of day, lights that do mislead the morn; but my kisses bring again, seals of love, but sealed in vain.[ ] [note : this song; is found in "the bloody brother, or rollo, duke of normandy," by beaumont and fletcher, act , sc. , with the following additional stanza: "hide, o hide those hills of snow, which thy frozen bosom bears, on whose tops the fruits that grow are of those that april wears; but first set my poor heart free. bound in those icy chains for thee." there has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by fletcher.] much ado about nothing. act i. sc. . he hath indeed better bettered expectation. act ii. sc. . friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love. therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues; let every eye negotiate for itself, and trust no other agent. act ii. sc. . silence is the perfectest herald of joy; i were but little happy, if i could say how much. act ii. sc. . sits the wind in that corner? act ii. sc. . when i said i should die a bachelor, i did not think i should live till i were married. act iii. sc. . some, cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. act iii. sc. . everyone can master a grief, but he that lath it. act iii. sc. . are you good men and true? act iii. sc. . is most tolerable, and not to be endured. act iii. sc. . comparisons are odorous. act iv. sc. . o that he were here to write me down--an ass! act iv. sc. . a fellow that had losses. act v. sc. . for there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently. midsummer night's dream. act i. sc. . but earthly happier is the rose distilled than that which, withering on the virgin thorn grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. act i. sc. . ah me! for aught that ever i could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth. act i. sc. . love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged cupid painted blind. act i. sc. . a proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day. act ii. sc. . in maiden meditation, fancy free. act ii. sc. . i'll put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes. act ii. sc. . i know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows. act iii. sc. . so we grew together, like to a double cherry, seeming parted. act v. sc. . the poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name. love's labor's lost. act ii. sc. . a merrier man, within the limit of becoming mirth, i never spent an hour's talk withal. act v. sc. . he draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. merchant of venice. act i. sc. . i hold the world but as the world, gratiano; a stage, where every man must play a part, and mine a sad one. act i. sc. . why should a man, whose blood is warm within, sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? act i. sc. . i am sir oracle, and when i ope my lips, let no dog bark! act i, sc. . gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing; more than any man in all venice. his reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them: and, when you have them, they are not worth the search. act i. sc. . even there, where merchants most do congregate. act i. sc. . the devil can cite scripture for his purpose. act i. sc. . sufferance is the badge of all our tribe, act i. sc. . many a time, and oft, the rialto, have you rated me. act ii. sc. . it is a wise father that knows his own child. act ii, sc. . all things that are, are with more spirits chased than enjoyed. act ii. sc. . all that glisters is not gold. act iii. sc. . i am a jew: hath not a jew eyes? hath not a jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? act iii. sc. . thus when i shun scylla, your father, i fall into charybdis, your mother. act iv. sc. . what! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? act iv. sc. . the quality of mercy is not strained; it droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed; it blesseth him that gives, and him that takes, act iv. sc. . a daniel come to judgment. act iv. sc. . is it so nominated in the bond. * * * * * i cannot find it; 'tis not in the bond? act iv. sc. . i have thee on the hip act iv. sc. . i thank thee, jew, for teaching me that word act v. sc. . how sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! act v. sc. . i am never merry when i hear sweet music. act v. sc. . the man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. act v. sc. . how far that little candle throws his beams! so shines a good deed in a naughty world. * * * * * as you like it. act i. sc. . well said: that was laid on with a trowel. act i. sc. . my pride fell with my fortunes. act i. sc. . _cel_. not a word? _ros_. not one to throw at a dog. act i. sc. . o how full of briers is this working-day world! act ii. sc. . sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head. act ii. sc. . and this our life, exempt from public haunts, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. act ii. sc. . "poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament, as wordlings do, giving thy sum of more to that which had too much." act ii. sc. . and he that doth the ravens feed, yea, providently caters for the sparrow, be comfort to my age! act ii. sc. . for in my youth i never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; * * * * * therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty, but kindly. act ii. sc. . and railed on lady fortune in good terms, in good set terms.... and looking on it with lack-luster eye, "thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags. * * * * * and so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, and then from hour to hour we rot and rot, and thereby hangs a tale." * * * * * motley's the only wear. act ii. sc. . if ladies be but young and fair, they have the gift to know it. act ii. sc. . i must have liberty withal, as large a charter as the wind, to blow on whom i please. act ii. sc. . the why is plain as way to parish church. act ii. sc. . all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts * * * * * and then, the whining schoolboy, with his satchel, and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school. and then, the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad made to his mistress' eyebrow. then, a soldier, full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon's mouth and then the justice, * * * * * full of wise saws and modern instances, and so he plays his part. the sixth age shifts into the lean and slippered pantaloon. * * * * * last scene of all, that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness, and mere oblivion. act ii. sc. . blow, blow, thou winter wind, thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude. act iii. sc. . hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? act iii. sc. . truly, i would the gods had made thee poetical. act iv. sc. . i had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad. act iv. sc. . men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. act iv. sc. . pacing through the forest, chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. act v. sc. . how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! act v. sc. . your _if_ is the only peacemaker; much virtue in _if_. epilogue. good wine needs no bush. * * * * * taming of the shrew. act iv. sc. , and thereby hangs a tale. act v. sc. . my cake is dough. winter's tale. act iv. sc. . a merry heart goes all the day, your sad tires in a mile-a. act iv. sc. . daffodils, that come before the swallow dares, and take the winds of march with beauty; violets, dim, but sweeter than the lids of juno's eyes, or cytherea's breath. act iv. sc. . when you do dance, i wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that. * * * * * all's well that ends well. act i. sc. . it were all one, that i should love a bright, particular star, and think to wed it, he is so above me. act v. sc. . praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear. * * * * * comedy of errors. act v. sc. . they brought one pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain, a mere anatomy. macbeth. act i. sc. . when shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain? act i. sc. . fair is foul, and foul is fair. act i. sc. . the earth hath bubbles, as the water has, and these are of them. act i. sc. . two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme. act i. sc. . present fears are less than horrible imaginings. act i. sc. . come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day. act i. sc. . nothing in his life became him like the leaving it. act i. sc. . there's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. act i. sc. . yet i do fear thy nature; it is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way. act i. sc. . your face, my thane, is as a book, where men may read strange matters. act i. sc. . if it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly. act i. sc. . that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here. act i. sc. . this even-handed justice commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice to our own lips. act i. sc. . besides, this duncan hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been so clear in his great office, that his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against the deep damnation of his taking off. act i. sc, . i have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on the other--. act i. sc. . i have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people. act i. sc. . letting _i dare not_ wait upon _i would_. like the poor cat i' the adage. act i. sc. . i dare do all that may become a man; who dares do more, is none. act i. sc. . but screw your courage to the sticking-place. act ii. sc. . is this a dagger which i see before me, the handle towards my hand? act ii. sc. . thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear the very stones prate of my whereabout. act ii. sc. . for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell! act ii. sc. . the attempt, and not the deed, confound us. act ii. sc. . sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care. act ii. sc. . infirm of purpose! act ii. sc. . the labor we delight in, physics pain. act ii. sc. . the wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees is left this vault to brag of. act ii. sc. . a falcon, towering in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed. act iii. sc, . upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, and put a barren scepter in my gripe, thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, no son of mine succeeding. act iii. sc. . _mur_. we are men, my liege. _mac_. ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. act iii. sc. . we have scotched the snake, not killed it. act iii. sc. . duncan is in his grave! after life's fitful fever he sleeps well. act iii. sc. . but now, i am cabined, cribbed, confined bound in to saucy doubts and fears. act iii. sc. . now good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both! act iii. sc. . thou canst not say, i did it: never shake thy gory locks at me. act iii. sc. . thou hast no speculation in those eyes which thou dost glare with! act iii. sc. . what man dare, i dare. act iii. sc. . take any shape but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble. act iii. sc. . stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once. act iii. sc. . can such things be, and overcome us like a summer's cloud, without our special wonder? act iv. sc. . black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.[ ] [note : these lines occur also in "the witch" of thomas middleton, act , sc. , and it is uncertain to which the priority should be ascribed.] act iv. sc. . by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. act iv. sc. . a deed without a name. act iv. sc. . i'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate. act iv. sc. . show his eyes, and grieve his heart! come like shadows, so depart. act iv. sc. . what! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? act iv. sc. . the flighty purpose never is o'ertook, unless the deed go with it. act iv. sc. . what, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, at one fell swoop? act iv. sc. . i cannot but remember such things were, that were most precious to me. act iv. sc. . o, i could play the woman with mine eyes, and braggart with my tongue! act v. sc. . my way of life is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, i must not look to have; but, in their stead, curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. act v. sc. . not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, that keep her from her rest. act v. sc. . canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; raze out the written troubles of the brain; and, with some sweet oblivious antidote, cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart? act v. sc, . throw physic to the dogs: i'll none of it. act v. sc. . i would applaud thee to the very echo, that should applaud again. act v, sc. . hang out our banners on the outward walls; the cry is still, _they come_. act v. sc. . to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. out, out, brief candle! life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. act v. sc. . blow, wind! come, wrack! at least we'll die with harness on our back. act. v. sc. . i bear a charmed life. act. v. sc. . that keep the word of promise to our ear, and break it to our hope. act v. sc. . lay on, macduff; and damned be him that first cries, hold, enough! * * * * * king john. act ii. sc. . for courage mounteth with occasion. act iii. sc. . thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward, thou little valiant, great in villany! thou ever strong upon the stronger side! thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight but when her humorous ladyship is by to teach thee safety! * * * * * thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, and hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs. act iii. sc. . life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. act iv. sc. . to gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw a perfume on the violet, to smooth the ice, or add another hue unto the rainbow, or with taper-light to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, is wasteful and ridiculous excess. act iv. sc. . now oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes deeds ill done! * * * * * king richard ii. act i. sc. . oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, by thinking on the frosty caucasus? or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, by bare imagination of a feast? act i. sc. . the apprehension of the good gives but the greater feeling to the worse. act ii. sc. . the ripest fruit first falls. first part of king henry iv. act i. sc. . 'tis my vocation, hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation. act i. sc. . he will give the devil his due. act i. sc. . and, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, he called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, to bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse betwixt the wind and his nobility. act i. sc. . by heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, to pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon. act ii. sc. . i know a trick worth two of that. act ii. sc. . call you that backing of your friends? a plague upon such backing! act ii. sc. . a plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. act ii. sc. . give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, i would give no man a reason upon compulsion. act ii. sc. . i was a coward on instinct. act ii. sc. . no more of that, hal, an thou lovest me. act iii. sc. . _glen_. i can call spirits from the vasty deep. _hot_. why, so can i, or so can any man: but will they come when you do call for them? act iii. sc. . tell truth and shame the devil. act iii. sc. . i had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, than one of these same meter ballad-mongers. act iii. sc. . shall i not take mine ease in mine inn? act v. sc. . i could have better spared a better man. act v. sc. . the better part of valor is--discretion. act v. sc. . lord, lord, how this world is given to lying! i grant you, i was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by shrewsbury clock. second part of king henry iv. act i. sc. . even such a man, so faint, so spiritless. so dull, so dead in look, so woebegone, drew priam's curtain in the dead of night, and would have told him, half his troy was burned. act i. sc. . yet the first bringer of unwelcome news hath but a losing office; and his tongue sounds ever after as a sullen bell, remembered knolling a departed friend. act i. sc. . i am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. act ii. sc. . he hath eaten me out of house and home. act ii. sc. . he was, indeed, the glass wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. act iii. sc. . sleep, gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have i frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness? act iii. sc. . with all appliances and means to boot. act iii. sc. . uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. act iv. sc. . he hath a tear for pity, and a hand open as day for melting charity. act iv. sc. . thy wish was father, harry, to that thought. act v. sc. . under which king, bezonian? speak, or die. * * * * * king henry v. act i. sc. . consideration like an angel came, and whipped the offending adam out of him. act i, sc. . when he speaks, the air, a chartered libertine, is still. act ii sc. . base is the slave that pays. act ii. sc. . 'a babbled of green fields. act iv. chorus. with busy hammers closing rivets up, give dreadful note of preparation. act iv. sc. . then shall our names, familiar in their mouths as household words-- harry the king, bedford and exeter, warwick and talbot, salisbury and gloster-- be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. * * * * * first part of king henry vi. act v. sc. . she's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed: she is a woman; therefore to be won. * * * * * second part of king henry vi. act iii. sc. . smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. act iii. sc. . what stronger breastplate than a heart untainted? thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just; and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. act iii. sc. . he dies and makes no sign. third part of king henry vi. act v. sc. . suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer. king richard iii act i. sc. . now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of york; and all the clouds that lowered upon our house, in the deep bosom of the ocean buried. act i. sc. . cheated of feature by dissembling nature, deformed, unfinished, bent before my time into this breathing world, scarce half made up. act i. sc. . why i, in this weak, piping time of peace, have no delight to pass away the time. act i. sc. . to leave this keen encounter of our wits. act i. sc. . was ever woman in this humor wooed? was ever woman in this humor won? act i. sc. . o, i have passed a miserable night, so full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, that, as i am a christian faithful man, i would not spend another such a night, though 'twere to buy a world of happy days. act iv. sc. . thou troublest me; i am not in the vein. act iv. sc. . let not the heavens hear these telltale women hail on the lord's anointed. act iv. sc. . an honest tale speeds best, being plainly told act v. sc. . thus far into the bowels of the land have we marched on without impediment. act v. sc. . true hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings, kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. act v. sc. . the king's name is a tower of strength. act v. sc. . i have set my life upon a cast, and i will stand the hazard of the die. act v. sc. . a horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! king henry viii. act ii. sc. . verily, i swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow. act iii. sc. . and then to breakfast with what appetite you have. act iii. sc. . farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! this is the state of man. to-day he puts forth the tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms and bears his blushing honors thick upon him. act iii. sc. . o how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! there is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have; and when he falls, he falls like lucifer, never to hope again. act iii. sc. . had i but served my god with half the zeal i served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies. act iv. sc. . men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water. act v. sc. . to dance attendance on their lordship's pleasures. * * * * * troilus and cressida. act iii. sc. . one touch of nature makes the whole world kin act iii. sc. . and, like a dewdrop from the lion's mane, be shook to air. * * * * * coriolanus. act iii. sc. . hear you this triton of the minnows? * * * * * julius caesar. act i. sc. . beware the ides of march! act i. sc. . i cannot tell what you and other men think of this life; but for my single self, i had as lief not be as live to be in awe of such a thing as i myself. act i. sc. . dar'st thou, cassius, now leap in with me into this angry flood, and swim to yonder point?--upon the word, accoutred as i was, i plunged in, and bade him follow. act i. sc. . ye gods, it doth amaze me, a man of such a feeble temper should so get the start of the majestic world, and bear the palm alone. act i. sc. . why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, like a colossus, and we petty men walk under his huge legs, and peep about to find ourselves dishonorable graves. act i. sc. . let me have men about me that are fat; sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights; yond' cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much: such men are dangerous. act i. sc. . seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, as if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit, that could be moved to smile at anything. act i. sc. . but, for mine own part, it was greek to me. act ii. sc. . between the acting of a dreadful thing and the first motion, all the interim is like a phantasma, or a hideous dream. act ii. sc. . yon are my true and honorable wife, as dear to me as the ruddy drops that visit my sad heart. act ii. sc. . cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. act iii. sc. . though last, not least, in love. act iii. sc. . cry _havoc_, and let slip the dogs of war. act iii. sc. . romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear. act iii. sc. . not that i loved caesar less, but that i loved rome more. act iii. sc. . who is here so base, that would be a bondman? if any, speak: for him have i offended. act iii. sc. .. the evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones. act iii. sc. . for brutus is an honorable man; so are they all, all honorable men. act iii. sc. . when that the poor have cried, caesar hath wept; ambition should be made of sterner stuff. act iii. sc. . but yesterday, the word of caesar might have stood against the world; now lies he there, and none so poor to do him reverence. act iii. sc. . if you have years, prepare to shed them now. act iii. sc. . see, what a rent the envious casca made! act iii. sc. . this was the most unkindest cut of all. act iii. sc. . great caesar fell. o what a fall was there, my countrymen! act iii. sc. . put a tongue in every wound of caesar, that should move the stones of borne to rise and mutiny. act iv. sc. . there are no tricks in plain and simple faith. act iv. sc. . i had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, than such a roman. act iv. sc. . there is no terror, cassius, in your threats for i am armed so strong in honesty, that they pass by me as the idle wind, which i respect not. act iv. sc. . a friend should bear a friend's infirmities, but brutus makes mine greater than they are. act iv. sc. . there is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune: omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows, and in miseries. act v. sc. . his life was gentle, and the elements so mixed in him, that nature might stand up and say to all the world, _this was a man_! * * * * * antony and cleopatra. act i. sc. . there's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. act ii. sc. . for her own person, it beggared all description. act ii. sc. . age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. * * * * * cymbeline. act ii. sc. . hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, act iii. sc. . some griefs are med'cinable. act iii. sc. . weariness can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth finds the down pillow hard. * * * * * king lear. act i. sc. . how sharper than a serpent's tooth it is, to have a thankless child. act i. sc. . striving to better, oft we mar what's well. act ii. sc. . o, let not women's weapons, water-drops, stain my man's cheeks. act iil. sc. . blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! act iii. sc. . tremble, thou wretch, that hast within thee undivulged crimes, unwhipped of justice. act iii. sc. . i am a man more sinned against than sinning. act iii. sc. . poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, that bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, how shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you from seasons such as these? * * * * * take physic, pomp; expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. act iii. sc. . i'll talk a word with this same learned theban. act iii. sc. . the little dogs and all, tray, blanch, and sweetheart, see, they bark at me. act iv. sc. . ay, every inch a king. act. iv. sc. . give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. act iv. sc. . through tattered clothes small vices do appear; robes and furred gowns hide all. act v. sc. . the gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us. act. v. sc. . her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman. * * * * * romeo and juliet. act i. sc. . the weakest goes to the wall. act i. sc. . one fire burns out another's burning. one pain is lessened by another's anguish. act i. sc. . too early seen unknown, and known too late, act ii. sc. . he jests at scars, that never felt a wound. act ii. sc. . see, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! o that i were a glove upon that hand, that i might touch that cheek! act ii. sc. . o romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou romeo? act ii. sc. . what's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. act ii. sc. . alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, than twenty of their swords. act ii. sc. . at lover's perjuries, they say, jove laughs. act ii. sc. . o swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable. act ii. sc. . good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow, that i shall say good-night till it be morrow. act ii. sc. . thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears act ii. sc. . stabbed with a white wench's black eye. act ii. sc. . i am the very pink of courtesy. act ii. sc. . my man's as true as steel. act ii, sc. . here comes the lady;--o, so light a foot will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. act iii. sc, . a plague o' both the houses! act iii. sc. . _rom_. courage, man i the hurt cannot be much. _mer_. no, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough. act iii. sc. . adversity's sweet milk, philosophy act iii. sc. . night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. act iv. sc. . not stopping o'er the bounds of modesty. act v. sc. i. my bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. act v. sc. . a beggarly account of empty boxes. act v. sc. . my poverty, but not my will, consents. act v. sc. . beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, and death's pale flag is not advanced there. act v. sc. . eyes, look your last! arms, take your last embrace! * * * * * hamlet. act i. sc. . this bodes some strange eruption to our state. act i. sc. . in the most high and palmy state of rome, a little ere the mightiest julius fell, the graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead did squeak and gibber in the roman streets. act i. sc. . and then it started like a guilty thing upon a fearful summons. act i. sc. . some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated, this bird of dawning singeth all night long. and then they say no spirit dares stir abroad, the nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, no fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, so hallowed and so gracious is the time. act i. sc. . the head is not more native to the heart. act i. sc. . a little more than kin, and less than kind. act i, sc. . seems, madam! nay, it is; i know not seems act i. sc. . but i have that within which passeth show; these, but the trappings and the suits of woe. act i. sc. . o that this too, too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! or that the everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self-slaughter! o god! o god! how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! * * * * * that it should come to this! hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother, that he might not beteem the winds of heaven visit her face too roughly. * * * * * why, she would hang on him, as if increase of appetite had grown by what it fed on. * * * * * frailty, thy name is woman! a little month. * * * * * like niobe, all tears. * * * * * my father's brother; but no more like my father than i to hercules. act i. sc. . thrift, thrift, horatio! the funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. act i. sc. . in my mind's eye, horatio. act i. sc. . he was a man, take him for all in all, i shall not look upon his like again. act i. sc. . a countenance more in sorrow than in anger. act i. sc. . and in the morn and liquid dew of youth. act i. sc. . be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. the friends thou hast, and their adoption tried grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel. * * * * * give every man thy ear, but few thy voice. costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, but not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; for the apparel oft proclaims the man. * * * * * neither a borrower nor a lender be. act i. sc. . springes to catch woodcocks. act i. sc. . but to my mind--though i am native here, and to the manner born--it is a custom more honored in the breach than the observance. act i. sc. . angels and ministers of grace, defend us! act i. sc. . thou com'st in such a questionable shape, that i will speak to thee. act i. sc. . let me not burst in ignorance! act i. sc. . i do not set my life at a pin's fee. act i. sc. . something is rotten in the state of denmark. act i. sc. . i could a tale unfold, whose lightest word would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; thy knotted and combined locks to part, and each particular hair to stand on end, like quills upon the fretful porcupine. act i. sc. . o my prophetic soul! my uncle! act i. sc. . o hamlet, what a falling-off was there! act i. sc. . no reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head. act i. sc. . the glowworm shows the matin to be near and 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. act i. sc. . there needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, to tell us this. act i. sc. . there are more things in heaven and earth, horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. act i. sc. . the time is out of joint. act ii. sc. . this is the very ecstasy of love. act ii. sc. . brevity is the soul of wit. act ii. sc. . that he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity; and pity 'tis, 'tis true. act ii. sc. . doubt thou the stars are tire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt i love. act ii. sc. , still harping on my daughter. act ii. sc. . though this be madness, yet there's method in it. act ii. sc. . what a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! act ii. sc. . man delights not me--nor woman neither. act ii. sc. . i know a hawk from a hand-saw. act ii. sc. . come, give us a taste of your quality. act ii. sc. . 'twas caviare to the general. act ii. sc. . what's hecuba to him, or he to hecuba? act ii. sc. . the play's the thing, wherein i'll catch the conscience of the king. act iii. sc. . to be, or not to be? that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and, by opposing, end them?--to die--to sleep-- no more--and, by a sleep, to say we end the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to--'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. to die--to sleep-- to sleep! perchance, to dream--ay, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. * * * * * the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes; when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin. who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death-- the undiscovered country, from whose bourne no traveler returns--puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have, than fly to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought. * * * * * nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered. act iii. sc. . be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thon shalt not escape calumny. act iii. sc. . the glass of fashion, and the mould of form, the observed of all observers! act iii. sc. x. now see that noble and most sovereign reason, like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. act iii. sc. . it out-herods herod. act iii. sc. . suit the action to the word, the word to the action. act iii. sc. . to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature. act iii. sc. . i have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. act iii. sc. . no, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, where thrift may follow fawning. act iii. sc. . give me that man that is not passion's slave, and i will wear him in my heart's core, ay, in my heart of hearts, as i do thee. act iii. sc. . something too much of this. act iii. sc. . here's metal more attractive. act iii. sc. . the lady doth protest too much, methinks. act iii. sc. . let the galled jade wince, our withers are un-wrung. act iii. sc. . why, let the strucken deer go weep, the hart ungalled play; for some must watch, while some must sleep; thus runs the world away. act iii. sc. . it will discourse most eloquent music. act iii. sc. . very like a whale. act iii. sc. . they fool me to the top of my bent. act iii. sc. . 'tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world. act iii. sc. . o my offence is rank, it smells to heaven act iii. sc. . look here, upon this picture, and on this; the counterfeit presentment of two brothers. see what a grace was seated on this brow! hyperion's curls; the front of jove himself; an eye like mars, to threaten and command. a combination, and a form, indeed, where every god did seem to set his seal, to give the world assurance of a man. act iii. sc. . a king of shreds and patches. act iii. sc. . this is the very coinage of your brain. act iii. sc. . lay not that flattering unction to your soul. act iii. sc. . assume a virtue, if you have it not. act iii. sc. . for 'tis the sport to have the engineer hoist with his own petard. act iv. sc. . when sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions! act iv. sc. . there's such divinity doth hedge a king, that treason can but peep to what it would. act v. sc. . how absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. act v. sc. . alas, poor yorick! i knew him, horatio: a fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy. act v. sc. . where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? act v. sc. . to what base uses we may return, horatio! act v. sc. . imperial caesar, dead, and turned to clay, might stop a hole to keep the wind away. act v. sc. . sir, though i am not splenetive and rash, yet have i in me something dangerous. act v. sc. . the cat will mew, and dog will have his day. act v. sc. . there's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will. act v. sc. . there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. act v. sc. . a hit, a very palpable hit. * * * * * othello. act i. sc. . but i will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at. act i. sc. . most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors. act i. sc. . the very head and front of my offending hath this extent, no more. act i. sc. . i will a round, unvarnished tale deliver of my whole course of love. act i. sc. . wherein i spoke of most disastrous chances, of moving accidents, by flood and field; of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach. act i. sc. . my story being done she gave me for my pains a world of signs: she swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing; strange; 'twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: she wished she had not heard it; yet she wished that heaven had made her such a man. act i. sc. . upon this hint i spake. act i. sc. . i do perceive hero a divided duty. act ii. sc. . for i am nothing, if not critical. act ii. sc. . _iago._ to suckle fools, and chronicle small beer. _des_. o most lame and impotent conclusion! act ii. sc. . silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle from her propriety. act ii. sc. . o thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil! act ii. sc. . o that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains! act iii. sc. . perdition catch my soul, but i do love thee! and when i love thee not, chaos is come again. act iii. sc. . good name, in man and woman, dear my lord, is the immediate jewel of their souls. who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; but he that filches from me my good name robs roe of that which not enriches him, and makes me poor indeed. act iii. sc. . o, beware, my lord, of jealousy; it is the green-eyed monster, which doth make the meat it feeds on. act iii. sc. . trifles, light as air, are, to the jealous, confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ. act iii. sc. . not poppy, nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy sirups of the world, shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep which thou ow'dst yesterday. act iii. sc. . he that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, let him not know it, and he's not robbed at all. act iii. sc. . o, now, forever, farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, that make ambition virtue! o farewell! farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, the spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, * * * * * othello's occupation's gone! act iii. sc. . give me the ocular proof. act iii. sc. . but this denoted a foregone conclusion. act iv. sc. . they laugh that win. act iv. sc. . steeped me in poverty to the very lips. act iv. sc. . but, alas! to make me a fixed figure, for the time of scorn to point his slow, unmovin finger at. act iv. sc. . and put in every honest hand a whip, to lash the rascal naked through the world. act iv. sc. . 'tis neither here nor there. act v. sc. . he hath a daily beauty in his life. act v. sc. . i have done the state some service, and they know it. act v. sc. . speak of me as i am; nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. then must you speak. * * * * * of one that loved not wisely, but too well. * * * * * of one, whose hand, like the base júdean, threw a pearl away, richer than all his tribe. * * * * * albeit unused to the melting mood. * * * * * thomas tusser. - . _moral reflections on the wind_. except wind stands as never it stood, it is an ill wind turns none to good. fulke greville, lord brooke. - . _mustapha_. act v. sc. . o wearisome condition of humanity! * * * * * sonnet lvi. and out of minde as soon as out of sight. * * * * * christopher marlowe. - . _hero and leander_. who ever loved that loved not at first sight. _the passionate shepherd to his love_. come live with me, and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove that valleys, groves, and hills, and folds, woods, or steepy mountains, yield. * * * * * sir walter raleigh. - . _the nymph's reply to the passionate shepherd_. if all the world and love were young, and truth in every shepherd's tongue, these pretty pleasures might me move to live with thee, and be thy love. _the silent lover_. silence in love betrays more love than words, though ne'er so witty; a beggar that is dumb, you know, may challenge double pity. * * * * * joshua sylvester - . _the soul's errand_[ ] go, soul, the body's guest, upon a thankless errand! fear not to touch the best: the truth shall be thy warrant. go, since i needs must die, and give the world the lie. [note : sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of "the soul's errand," long attributed to raleigh.] * * * * * richard barnfield. _address to the nightingale_.[ ] as it fell upon a day, in the merry mouth of may, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made. [note : this song, often attributed to shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to barnfield, and it is found in his collection of poems, published between and .] edmund spenser. - . _faerie queene_. book i. canto i. st. . the noblest mind the best contentment has. book . canto iii. st. . her angels face, as the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, and made a sunshine in the shady place. book i. canto ix. st. . that darkesome cave they enter, where they find that cursed man, low sitting on the ground, musing full sadly in his sullein mind. book ii. canto vi. st. . no daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd no arborett with painted blossomes drest and smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd to bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd. book iv. canto ii. st. dan chaucer, well of english undefyled. _lines on his promised pension_. i was promised on a time to have reason for my rhyme; from that time unto this season, i received nor rhyme nor reason. * * * * * _hymn in honor of beauty_. line . for of the soul the body form doth take, for soul is form, and doth the body make. * * * * * mother hubberd's tale. full little knowest thou that hast not tride, what hell it is in suing long to bide; to loose good dayes, that might be better spent to wast long nights in pensive discontent; to speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; to feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow; * * * * * to fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; to eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires; to fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, to spend, to give, to want, to be undonne. sir henry wotton. - . _the character of a happy life_. how happy is he born and taught, that serveth not another's will; whose armor is his honest thought, and simple truth his utmost skill! * * * * * lord of himself, though not of lands; and having nothing, yet hath all. * * * * * _to his mistress, the queen of bohemia_. you meaner beauties of the night, that poorly satisfy our eyes more by your number than your light! * * * * * dr. john donne. - . funeral elegies, on the progress of the soul. _the second anniversary_. line . we understood her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, that one might almost say her body thought. * * * * * _elegy_ . _the comparison_. she and comparisons are odious. ben jonson. - . _to celia_. (from "the forest.") drink to me only with thine eyes, and i will pledge with mine; or leave a kiss but in the cup, and i'll not look for wine. * * * * * _the sweet neglect_. (from the "silent woman." act i. sc. .) still to be neat, still to be drest as you were going to a feast. * * * * * give me a look, give me a face, that makes simplicity a grace. * * * * * _good life_, _long life_. in small proportion we just beauties see, and in short measures life may perfect be. * * * * * _epitaph on elizabeth_. underneath this stone doth lie as much beauty as could die; which in life did harbor give to more virtue than doth live. _epitaph on the countess of pembroke_. underneath this sable hearse lies the subject of all verse, sidney's sister, pembroke's mother. death! ere thou hast slain another, learned and fair and good as she, time shall throw a dart at thee. * * * * * _to the memory of shakespeare_. soul of the age! the applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! my shakespeare rise. small latin, and less greek. he was not of an age, but for all time. * * * * * sweet swan of avon! * * * * * _every man in his humor_. act. ii. sc. . get money; still get money, boy; no matter by what means. francis beaumont. - . _letter to ben jonson_. what things have we seen done at the mermaid! heard words that have been so nimble, and so full of subtile flame, as if that every one from whence they came had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, and resolved to live a fool the rest of his dull life. * * * * * george wither. - . _the shepherd's resolution_. shall i, wasting in despair, dye because a woman's fair? or make pale my cheeks with care, 'cause another's rosie are? if she be not so to me, what care i how faire she be? * * * * * francis quarles. - . _emblems_. book ii. . be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. book ii. epigram . this house is to be let for life or years; her rent is sorrow, and her income tears, cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known, she must be dearly let, or let alone. * * * * * george herbert. - . _virtue_. sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright, the bridall of the earth and skies. * * * * * only a sweet and virtuous soul, like seasoned timber, never gives. * * * * * sir john suckling. - . _on a wedding_. her feet beneath her petticoat, like little mice, stole in and out, as if they feared the light; but oh! she dances such a way! no sun upon an easter-day is half so fine a sight. * * * * * her lips were red, and one was thin, compared with that was next her chin, some bee had stung it newly. _song_. why so pale and wan, fond lover, prithee, why so pale? will, when looking well can't move her, looking ill prevail? prithee, why so pale? * * * * * robert herrick. - . _the rock of rubies, and the quarrie of pearls_. some asked me where the rubies grew, and nothing i did say; but with my finger pointed to the lips of julia. some asked how pearls did grow, and where? then spoke i to my girl, to part her lips, and showed them there the quarelets of pearl. * * * * * _on her feet_. her pretty feet, like snails, did creep a little out, and then, as if they played at bo-peep, did soon draw in again. _to the virgins to make much of time_. gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying, and this same flower, that smiles to-day, to-morrow will be dying. * * * * * _night piece to julia_. her eyes the glowworm lend thee, the shooting stars attend thee; and the elves also, whose little eyes glow like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. * * * * * sir richard lovelace. - . _orpheus to beasts_. oh! could you view the melody of every grace, and music of her face, you'd drop a tear; seeing more harmony in her bright eye, than now you hear. * * * * * _to lucasta on going to the wars_. i could not love thee, dear, so much, loved i not honor more. _to althea from prison_. stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron barres a cage; mindes innocent, and quiet, take that for an hermitage. * * * * * james shirley. - . _contention of ajax and ulysses_. only the actions of the just smell sweet and blossom in the dust. * * * * * richard crashaw. -- . the conscious water saw its god and blushed.[ ] [note : lympha pudica deum vidit et erubuit.--_latin poems_] * * * * * _in praise of lessius' rule of health_. a happy soul, that all the way to heaven hath a summer's day. * * * * * thomas dekker. -- . _old fortunatus_. and though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, there's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. * * * * * _honest whore_. p. ii. act i. sc. . we are ne'er like angels till our passion dies. * * * * * abraham cowley. - . _the waiting-maid_. th' adorning thee with so much art is but a barb'rous skill; 'tis like the poisoning of a dart, too apt before to kill. * * * * * _the motto_. what shall i do to be forever known, and make the age to come my own? * * * * * _on the death of crashaw_. his _faith_, perhaps, in some nice tenets might be wrong; his _life_, i'm sure, was in the right. * * * * * _the garden_. essay v. god the first garden made, and the first city cain. * * * * * sir john denham. - . _cooper's hill_. o could i flow like thee, and make thy stream my great example, as it is my theme! though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full. * * * * * _the sophy_. _a tragedy_. actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year. * * * * * thomas carew. - . _disdain returned_. he that loves a rosy cheek, or a coral lip admires, or from star-like eyes doth seek fuel to maintain his fires; as old time makes these decay, so his flames must waste away. * * * * * _conquest by flight_. then fly betimes, for only they conquer love, that run away. * * * * * edmund waller. - . _verses upon his divine poesy_. the soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, lets in new light through chinks that time has made. stronger by weakness, wiser men become, as they draw near to their eternal home. * * * * * _on a girdle_. a narrow compass! and yet there dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; give me but what this ribbon bound, take all the rest the sun goes round. * * * * * _go, lovely rose_. how small a part of time they share that are so wondrous sweet and fair! * * * * * _to a lady, singing a song of his composing_. the eagle's fate and mine are one, which, on the shaft that made him die, espied a feather of his own, wherewith he wont to soar so high. * * * * * milton. - . paradise lost. book i. line . or if sion hill delight thee more, and siloa's brook, that flowed fast by the oracle of god. book i. line . what in me is dark, illumine; what is low, raise and support; that to the height of this great argument i may assert eternal providence, and justify the ways of god to men. book i. line . yet from those flames no light; but only darkness visible. book i. line . where peace and rest can never dwell: hope never comes, that comes to all. book i. line . what though the field be lost? all is not lost. book i. line . the mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. book i. line . here we may reign secure, and in my choice to reign is worth ambition, though in hell: better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. book i. line . heard so oft in worst extremes and on the perilous edge of battle. book i. line . thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks in vallombrosa, where the etrurian shades high over-arched imbower. book i. line . awake, arise, or be forever fallen! book i. line . sonorous metal blowing martial sounds. book i. line . in perfect phalanx to the dorian mood of flutes and soft recorders. book i. line . thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn, tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. book i. line . from morn to noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, a summer's day. book ii. line . but all was false and hollow, though his tongue dropped manna; and could make the worse appear the better reason, to perplex and dash maturest counsels. book ii. line . with grave aspéct he rose, and in his rising seemed a pillar of state; deep on his front engraven deliberation sat and public care. book ii. line . with atlantean shoulders, fit to bear the weight of mightiest monarchies: his look drew audience and attention still as night or summer's noontide air. book ii. line . fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute. book ii. line . the other shape, if shape it might be called that shape had none distinguishable in member, joint, or limb. book ii. line . whence and what art them, execrable shape? book ii. line . and death grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear his famine should be filled. book ii. line . with ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, confusion worse confounded. book iii. line . hail, holy light! offspring of heaven first-born. book iii. line . or flocks, or herds, or human face divine. book iii. line . since called the paradise of fools, to few unknown. book iv. line . at whose sight all the stars hide their diminished heads. book iv. line . and in the lowest deep, a lower deep, still threatening to devour me, opens wide, to which the hell i suffer seems a heaven. book iv. line . so farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, farewell remorse; all good to me is lost: evil, be thou my good. book iv. line . for contemplation he, and valor, formed, for softness she, and sweet attractive grace. book iv. line . his fair large front and eye sublime declared absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks bound from his parted forelock manly hung clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad. book iv. line . imparadised in one another's arms. book iv, line . now came still evening on, and twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad. book iv. line . with thee conversing, i forget all time, all seasons and their change, all please alike. book iv. line . millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep, book iv. line . hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness. book iv. line , not to know me argues yourselves unknown, the lowest of your throng. book v. line . now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl. book v. line . good, the more communicated, more abundant grows. book v. line . these are thy glorious works, parent of good book v. line , so saying, with dispatchful look, in haste she turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. book v. line . thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers. book v. line . they eat, they drink, and in communion sweet quaff immortality and joy. book vi. line . dire was the noise of conflict. book vii. line . still govern thou my song, urania, and fit audience find, though few. book viii. line . cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. book viii. line . grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love. book viii. line . her virtue and the conscience of her worth, that would be wooed and not unsought be won. book viii. line . so well to know her own, that what she wills to do or say seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best! book viii. line . those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions. book viii. line . to whom the angel, with a smile that glowed celestial rosy red (love's proper hue) book ix. line . for solitude sometimes is best society, and short retirement urges sweet return. book x. line . yet i shall temper so justice with mercy, as may illustrate most them fully satisfied, and thee appease. book xii. line . the world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and providence their guide. * * * * * paradise regained. book iv line . athens, the eye of greece, mother of arts and eloquence. book iv. line . thence to the famous orators repair, those ancient, whose resistless eloquence wielded at will that fierce democraty, shook the arsenal, and fulmined over greece, to macedon, and artaxerxes' throne. book iv. line . as children gathering pebbles on the shore. * * * * * samson agonistes. line . just are the ways of god, and justifiable to men. line . he's gone, and who knows how he may report thy words, by adding fuel to the flame? * * * * * comus. line . a thousand fantasies begin to throng into my memory, of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, and airy tongues, that syllable men's names on sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. line . was i deceived, or did a sable cloud turn forth her silver lining on the night? line . can any mortal mixture of earth's mould breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment? line . who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul and lap it in elysium. line . he that has light within his own clear breast may sit i' th' center and enjoy bright day; but he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts benighted walks under the midday sun, line . how charming is divine philosophy! not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose; but musical as is apollo's lute, and a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, where no crude surfeit reigns. line . i was all ear, and took in strains that might create a soul under the rib of death. * * * * * lycidas. line . he knew himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. line . without the meed of some melodious tear. line . fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (that last infirmity of noble minds) to scorn delights and live laborious days; but the fair guerdon when we hope to find, and think to burst out into sudden blaze, comes the blind fury with the abhorred shears and slits the thin-spun life. line . built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark. line . the pilot of the galilean lake. line . so sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, and yet anon repairs his drooping head, and tricks his beams, with new spangled ore flames in the forehead of the morning sky. line . to-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. * * * * * l'allegro. line . quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, nods and becks, and wreathed smiles. line . come, and trip it as you go, on the light, fantastic toe. line . and every shepherd tells his tale under the hawthorn in the dale. line . where perhaps some beauty lies, the cynosure of neighboring eyes. line . towered cities please us then, and the busy hum of men. line . or sweetest shakespeare, fancy's child, warble his native wood-notes wild. line . lap me in soft lydian airs, married to immortal verse, such as the meeting soul may pierce in notes, with many a winding bout of linked sweetness long drawn out. * * * * * il penseroso. line . and looks commercing with the skies, thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. line . sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy! line . such notes, as, warbled to the string, drew iron tears down pluto's cheek. line . where more is meant than meets the ear. line . and storied windows richly dight, casting a dim, religious light. * * * * * _sonnet to the lady margaret ley_. that old man eloquent. * * * * * _sonnet on his blindness_. they also serve who only stand and wait. * * * * * _second sonnet to cyriac skinner_. yet i argue not against heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer right onward. * * * * * _sonnet on his deceased wife_. but oh! as to embrace me she inclined, i waked; she fled; and day brought back my night. samuel butler. - . _hudibras_. part i. canto i. line besides, 'tis known he could speak greek as naturally as pigs squeak. part i. canto i. line he could distinguish, and divide a hair, 'twixt south and southwest side. part i. canto i. line for rhetoric, he could not ope his mouth, but out there flew a trope. part i. canto i. line . whatever sceptic could inquire for, for every why he had a wherefore. part i. canto i. line he knew whit's what, and that's as high as metaphysic wit can fly. part i. canto i. line and prove their doctrine orthodox by apostolic blows and knocks. part i. canto i. line compound for sins they are inclined to, by damning those they have no mind to. part i. canto i. line for rhyme the rudder is of verses, with which, like ships, they steer their courses. part i. canto i. line he ne'er considered it, as loth to look a gift-horse in the mouth. part i. canto i. line quoth hudibras, "i smell a rat; ralpho, thou dost prevaricate." part i. canto i. line or shear swine, all cry and no wool. part i. canto ii. line and bid the devil take the hin'most, which at this race is like to win most. part i. canto ii. line with many a stiff thwack, many a bang, hard crab-tree and old iron rang. part i. canto iii. line ay me! what perils do environ the man that meddles with cold iron. part i. canto iii. line nor do i know what is become of him, more than the pope of rome. part i. canto iii. line h' had got a hurt o' th' inside of a deadlier sort. part i. canto iii. line i am not now in fortune's power; he that is down can fall no lower. part i. canto iii. line thou hast outrun the constable at last. part ii. canto i. line for one for sense, and one for rhyme, i think's sufficient at one time. part ii. canto i. line for what is worth in anything, but so much money as 'twill bring. part ii. canto n. line the sun had long since in the lap of thetis taken out his nap, and, like a lobster boiled, the morn from black to red began to turn. part ii. canto ii. line have always been at daggers-drawing. and one another clapper-clawing. part ii. canto ii line and look before you ere you leap; for as you sow, y' are like to reap. part ii. canto iii. line . doubtless the pleasure is as great of being cheated, as to cheat. part ii. canto iii. line . he made an instrument to know if the moon shine at full or no.... and prove that she's not made of green cheese.[ ] [note : "the moon is made of a green cheese" _jack jugler_, p. .] part ii. canto iii. line you have a wrong sow by the ear. part ii. canto iii. line to swallow gudgeons ere they're catched, and count their chickens ere they're hatched. part ii. canto iii. line as quick as lightning, in the breach just in the place where honor 's lodged, as wise philosophers have judged, because a kick in that place more hurts honor than deep wounds before, part iii. canto i. line as he that has two strings t' his bow. part iii. canto ii. line . true as the dial to the sun, although it be not sinned upon. part iii. canto iii. line for those that fly may fight again, which he can never do that's slain. * * * * * part iii. canto iii. line he that complies against his will is of his own opinion still. * * * * * marquis of montrose. - . _song_, "_my dear and only love_." i'll make thee famous by my pen, and glorious by my sword. * * * * * dryden. - . _alexander's feast_. line . none but the brave deserves the fair. line . sweet is pleasure after pain. line . soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; fought all his battles o'er again; and thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew the slain. line , fallen from his high estate, and weltering in his blood; deserted, at his utmost need, by those his former bounty fed; on the bare earth exposed he lies, with not a friend to close his eyes. line . for pity melts the mind to love. line . war, he sung, is toil and trouble; honor, but an empty bubble. line . take the good the gods provide thee. line sighed and looked, and sighed again. line . and, like another helen, fired another troy. line . could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. line . he raided a mortal to the skies she drew an angel down. * * * * * _cymon and iphigenia_. line . he trudged along, unknowing what he sought, and whistled as he went, for want of thought. _absalom and achitophet_. a fiery soul, which, working out its way fretted the pigmy body to decay, and o'er informed the tenement of clay. part i. line great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide. part i. line resolved to ruin or to rule the state. part i. line who think too little, and who talk too much part i. line a man so various, that he seemed to be not one, but all mankind's epitome; stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, was everything by starts, and nothing long. part i. line beware the fury of a patient man. part ii. line for every inch, that is not fool, is rogue. * * * * * _all for love_. prologue. errors like straws upon the surface flow; he who would search for pearls must dive below. act iv. sc. . men are but children of a larger growth. _conquest of grenada_. part i. sc. . i am as free as nature first made man, ere the base laws of servitude began, when wild in woods the noble savage ran. * * * * * _spanish friar_. act ii. sc. . there is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know. _don sebastian_. act i. sc. . this is the porcelain clay of human kind. * * * * * _translation of juvenal's th satire_. look round the habitable world, how few know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue. * * * * * _prologue to lee's sophonisba_. thespis, the first professor of our art, at country wakes sung ballads from a cart. * * * * * _imitation of the th of horace_. book i. line . happy the man, and happy he alone, he, who can call to-day his own: he who, secure within, can say, to-morrow do thy worst, for i have lived to-day. * * * * * _on milton_. three poets, in three distant ages born, greece, italy, and england did adorn; the first in loftiness of thought surpassed, the next in majesty, in both the last. the force of nature could no further go; to make a third she joined the other two. * * * * * john bunyan. - . _apology for his book_. and so i penned it down, until at last it came to be, for length and breadth, the bigness which you see. * * * * * some said, "john, print it," others said, "not so." some said, "it might do good," others said, "no." * * * * * _pilgrim's progress_. the slough of despond. * * * * * earl of roscommon. - . _essay on translated verse_. immodest words admit of no defence, for want of decency is want of sense. * * * * * earl of rochester. _written on the bedchamber door of charles ii_. here lies our sovereign lord the king, whose word no man relies on; he never says a foolish thing, nor ever does a wise one. * * * * * king charles ii. _written in parliament attending the discussion of lord boss' divorce bill_. as good as a play. * * * * * sheffield, duke of buckinghamshire. - . _essay on poetry_. of all those arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. there's no such thing in nature, and you'll draw a faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw. * * * * * read homer once, and you can read no more, for all books else appear so mean, so poor; verse will seem prose; but still persist to read, and homer will be all the books you need. * * * * * thomas otway. - . _venice preserved_. act i. sc. . o woman! lovely woman! nature made thee to temper man; we had been brutes without you. angels are painted fair to look like you. * * * * * john norris. - . _the parting_. how fading are the joys we dote upon! like apparitions seen and gone; but those which soonest take their flight are the most exquisite and strong; like angel's visits, short and bright, mortality's too weak to bear them long. * * * * * nathaniel lee. - . _alexander the great_. act i. sc. . then he will talk--ye gods, how he will talk! act iv. sc. . when greeks joined greeks, then was the tug of war. * * * * * tom brown. -- . _dialogues of the dead_. i do not love thee, doctor fell, the reason why i cannot tell; but this alone i know full well, i do not love thee, doctor fell.[ ] [note : "non amo te, sabidi, nee possum dicere quare; hoc tautum possum dicere, non amo te." _martial_, ep. i. xxxiii.] * * * * * thomas southern. - . _oroonoka_. act ii. sc. . pity's akin to love. daniel defoe. - . _the true-born englishman_. part i. line wherever god erects a house of prayer, the devil always builds a chapel there; and 'twill be found upon examination, the latter has the largest congregation. * * * * * louis theobald. - . _the double falsehood_. none but himself can be his parallel. * * * * * matthew prior. - . _english padlock_. be to her virtues very kind; be to her faults a little blind. * * * * * _henry and emma_. that air and harmony of shape express, fine by degrees, and beautifully less. * * * * * _the thief and the cordelier_. now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, and often took leave; but was loth to depart. _epilogue to lucius_. and the gray mare will prove the better horse.[ ] [note : see hudibras, part ii. canto ii. line . mr. macaulay thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to the gray mares of flanders over the finest coach-horses of england.--history of england, vol. i. ch. .] * * * * * _imitations of horace_. of two evils i have chose the least. * * * * * _epitaph on himself_. here lies what once was matthew prior; the son of adam and of eve: can bourbon or nassau claim higher? * * * * * _ode in imitation of horace_. b. iii. od. . and virtue is her own reward. * * * * * colley cibber. - . _richard iii_. act iv. sc. . off with his head! so much for buckingham! act v. sc. . richard is himself again! * * * * * joseph addison. - . cato. act i. sc. . the dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, and heavily in clouds brings on the day, the great, th' important day, big with the fate of cato, and of home. act i. sc. . thy steady temper, portius, can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and caesar, in the calm lights of mild philosophy. act i. sc. . 'tis not in mortals to command success, but we'll do more, sempronius: we'll deserve it. act i. sc. . 'tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; i think the romans call it stoicism. act i. sc. . were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget the pale unripened beauties of the north. act ii. sc. . my voice is still for war. gods! can a roman senate long debate which of the two to choose, slavery or death? act iv. sc. . the woman that deliberates is lost. act iv. sc. . when vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honor is a private station. act v. sc. . it must be so.--plato, thou reasonest well. else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, this longing after immortality? * * * * * 'tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man. act v. sc. i. i'm weary of conjectures. act v. sc. . the soul secured in her existence, smiles at the drawn dagger, and defies its point. act v. sc. . the wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds * * * * * _the campaign_. and, pleased th' almighty's orders to perform rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[ ] * * * * * [note : this line has been frequently ascribed to pope, as it is found in the dunciad, book iii., line .] _from the letter on italy_. for wheresoe'er i turn my ravished eyes, gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise; poetic fields encompass me around, and still i seem to tread on classic ground.[ ] [note : malone states that this was the first time the phrase _classic ground_, since so common, was ever used.] * * * * * _ode_. the spacious firmament on high, with all the blue, ethereal sky, and spangled heavens, a shining frame, their great original proclaim. * * * * * soon as the evening shades prevail, the moon takes up the wondrous tale, and nightly to the listening earth repeats the story of her birth; while all the stars that round her burn, and all the planets in their tarn, confirm the tidings as they roll, and spread the truth from pole to pole. * * * * * forever singing, as they shine, the hand that made us is divine. jonathan swift. - . _imitation of horace_. b. ii. sat. . i've often wished that i had clear, for life, six hundred pounds a year, a handsome house to lodge a friend, a river at my garden's end. * * * * * _poetry, a rhapsody_. so geographers, in afric maps, with savage pictures fill their gaps, and o'er unhabitable downs place elephants for want of towns. * * * * * william congreve. - . _the mourning bride_. act i. sc. . music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. * * * * * by magic numbers and persuasive sound. act iii. sc. . heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. alexander pope. - . essay on man. epistle i. line . expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; a mighty maze! but not without a plan. line . eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, and catch the manners living as they rise. line . a hero perish or a sparrow fall. line . hope springs eternal in the human breast: man never _is_, but always _to be_ blest. line . lo, the poor indian! whose untutored mind sees god in clouds, or hears him in the wind. line . die of a rose in aromatic pain? line . one truth is clear, whatever is, is right. epistle ii. line . know then thyself, presume not god to scan; the proper study of mankind is man.[ ] [note : from charron (de la sagesse):--"la vraye science et le vray etude de l'homme c'est l'homme."] line . vice is a monster of so frightful mien, as to be hated, needs but to be seen; but seen too oft, familiar with her face, we first endure, then pity, then embrace. line . virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in th' extreme, but all in the degree. line . pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. epistle iii. line . for modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; his can't be wrong whose life is in the right. epistle iv. line . order is heaven's first law. line . honor and shame from no condition rise; act well your part--there all the honor lies. line . worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; the rest is all but leather or prunella. line . what can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? alas! not all the blood of all the howards. line . a wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; an honest man's the noblest work of god. line . plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. line . think how bacon shined, the wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind. line . virtue alone is happiness below. line . slave to no sect, who takes no private road, but looks through nature up to nature's god. line . formed by thy converse happily to steer prom grave to gay, from lively to severe. * * * * * moral essays. epistle i. line . 'tis from high life high characters are drawn-- a saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn. line . 'tis education forms the common mind: just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined. line . odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke, were the last words that poor narcissa spoke. epistle ii. line . whether the charmers sinner it or saint it, if folly grow romantic, i must paint it. line . fine by defect and delicately weak. line . with too much quickness ever to be taught, with too much thinking to have common thought. line . men, some to business, some to pleasure take; but every woman is at heart a rake. line . and mistress of herself, though china fall. line . woman's at best a contradiction still. epistle iii. line . who shall decide when doctors disagree? line . but thousands die without or this or that, die, and endow a college or a cat. line . the ruling passion, be it what it will, the ruling passion conquers reason still. line . extremes in nature equal good produce. line . rise, honest muse! and sing--the man of ross. line . who builds a church to god, and not to fame, will never mark the marble with his name. * * * * * an essay on criticism. part i. line . 'tis with our judgments as our watches; none go just alike, yet each believes his own. line . and snatch a grace beyond the reach of art. part ii. line . a little learning is a dangerous thing. drink deep, or taste not the pierian spring. line . hills peep o'er hills, and alps on alps arise, line . true wit is nature to advantage dressed, what oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed. line . that, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. line . true ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those move easiest who have learned to dance. line . the sound must seem an echo to the sense. line . to err is human: to forgive, divine. part iii. line . for fools rush in where angels fear to tread. * * * * * elegy to the memory of an unfortunate lady. line . by strangers honored and by strangers mourned * * * * * and bear about the mockery of woe to midnight dances and the public show. * * * * * the rape of the lock. canto ii. line . on her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, which jews might kiss and infidels adore. canto ii. line . if to her share some female errors fall, look on her face, and you'll forget them all. canto iii. line . at every word a reputation dies. line . the hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang, that jurymen may dine. * * * * * satires and imitations of horace prologue, line . shut, shut the door, good john. line . e'en sunday shines no sabbath day to me. line . who pens a stanza when he should engross. line . as yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, i lisped in numbers, for the numbers came. line . should such a man, too fond to rule alone, bear, like the turk, no brother near the throne, line . damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, and without sneering teach the rest to sneer. line . who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? line . wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. book ii. satire i. line . lord fanny spins a thousand such a day. line . satire's my weapon, but i'm too discreet to run a muck, and tilt at all i meet. line . then st. john mingles with my friendly bowl, the feast of reason and the flow of soul. book ii. satire ii. line . for i, who hold sage homer's rule the best, welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[ ] [note : see the odyssey, book xv. line .] book ii. epistle i. line . the mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. * * * * * _epilogue to the satires_. dialogue i. line . do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. _epitaph on gay_. of manners gentle, of affections mild; in wit a man, simplicity a child. * * * * * the dunciad. book i. line . and solid pudding against empty praise. book iii. line . all crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame. book iii. line . silence, ye wolves! while ralph to cynthia howls, and makes night hideous; answer him, ye owls. book iv. line . e'en palinurus nodded at the helm. * * * * * odyssey. book ii. line . few sons attain the praise of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. book xiv. line . far from gay cities and the ways of men. book xv. line . who love too much, hate in the like extreme. book xv. line . true friendship's laws are by this rule expressed, welcome the coming, speed the parting guest. * * * * * _windsor forest_. thus, if small things we may with great compare. * * * * * _martinus scriblerus on the art of sinking in poetry_. chapter xi. ye gods! annihilate but space and time, and make two lovers happy. * * * * * _epitaph on the hon. s. harcourt_. who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, or gave his father grief but when he died. * * * * * thomas tickell. - . _on the death of addison_. line . nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed a fairer spirit, or more welcome shade. line . there taught us how to live; and (oh! too high the price for knowledge) taught us how to die. _colin and lucy_. i hear a voice you cannot hear, which says i must not stay, i see a hand you cannot see, which beckons me away. * * * * * john gay. - . _what d'ye call 't_. act ii. sc. . so comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er, the dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more. * * * * * _beggars' opera_. act i. sc. . o'er the hills and far away. * * * * * how happy could i be with either, were t'other dear charmer away. fables. _the shepherd and the philosopher_. whence is thy learning? hath thy toil o'er books consumed the midnight oil? * * * * * _the mother, the nurse, and the fairy_. when yet was ever found a mother who'd give her booby for another? * * * * * _the sick man and the angel_. while there is life there's hope, he cried. * * * * * _the hare and many friends_. and when a lady's in the case, you know all other things give place. * * * * * _epitaph on himself_. life's a jest, and all things show it; i thought so once, and now i know it. * * * * * lady mary wortley montague. - . _the lady's resolve_. let this great maxim be my virtue's guide-- in part she is to blame that has been tried; he comes too near, that comes to be denied. nicholas rowe. - . _the fair penitent_. act ii. sc. . is she not more than painting can express, or youthful poets fancy when they love? act v. sc. . is this that gallant, gay lothario? * * * * * john philips. - . _splendid shilling_. line . my galligaskins, that have long withstood the winter's fury and encroaching frosts, by time subdued (what will not time subdue?) a horrid chasm disclosed. * * * * * thomas parnell. - . _the hermit_. line . remote from men, with god he passed his days, prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. barton booth. - . _song_. true as the needle to the pole, or as the dial to the sun. * * * * * matthew green. - . _the spleen_. line . fling but a stone, the giant dies. * * * * * john byrom. - . _'on the feuds between handel and bononcini_.[ ] some say, compared to bononcini, that mynheer handel's but a ninny; others aver that he to handel is scarcely fit to hold a candle. strange all this difference should be 'twixt tweedledum and tweedledee. [note : "nourse asked me if i had seen the verses upon handel and bononcini, not knowing that they were mine." byrom's remains (cheltenham soc), vol. i. p . the last two lines have been attributed to switt and pope. _vide_ scott's edition of swift, and dyce's edition of pope.] * * * * * _the astrologer_. as clear as a whistle. * * * * * _epigram on two monopolists_. bone and skin, two millers thin, would starve us all, or near it; but be it known to skin and bone that flesh and blood can't bear it. * * * * * bishop berkeley. - . _on the prospect of planting arts and learning in america_. westward the course of empire takes its way; the four first acts already past, a fifth shall close the drama with the day; time's noblest offspring is the last. * * * * * robert blair. - . _the grave_. part ii. line . the good he scorned, stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, not to return; or if it did, in visits like those of angels, short and far between. * * * * * edward young. - . night thoughts. night i. line . tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! night i. line . the bell strikes one. we take no note of time but from its loss. night i. line . to waft a feather or to drown a fly. night i. line . be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer. night i. line . procrastination is the thief of time. night i. line . at thirty man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan. night i. line . all men think all men mortal but themselves. night ii. line . 'tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, and ask them what report they bore to heaven. night ii. line . how blessings brighten as they take their flight! night ii. line . the chamber where the good man meets his fate is privileged beyond the common walk of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. night iii. line . beautiful as sweet! and young as beautiful! and soft as young! and gay as soft! and innocent as gay! night iii. line lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay. night iv. line . the knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, the deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm. night iv. line . man makes a death, which nature never made. night iv. line . man wants but little, nor that little long. night v. line . the man of wisdom is the man of years. night v. line . death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. night vi. line . pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on alps. and pyramids are pyramids in vales. night vi. line . and all may do what has by man been done. night vii. line . the man that blushes is not quite a brute. night ix. line . an undevout astronomer is mad. night ix. line . emblazed to seize the sight; who runs, may read. * * * * * love of fame. satire i. line . some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote, and think they grow immortal as they quote. satire i. line . none think the great unhappy, but the great. satire ii. line . where nature's end of language is declined, and men talk only to conceal their mind.[ ] [note : "ils n'emploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs pensées "--_voltaire_.] satire vii. line . how commentators each dark passage shun, and hold their farthing candle to the sun.[ ] [note : imitated by crabbe in the parish register, part i., introduction, and taken originally from burton's anatomy of melancholy, part iii. sec. . mem. . subs . "but to enlarge or illustrate this power or effects of love is to set a candle in the sun."] _lines written with the diamond pencil of lord chesterfield_. accept a miracle, instead of wit, see two dull lines with stanhope's pencil writ. * * * * * henry carey. - . _god save the king_.[ ] god save our gracious king, long live our noble king, god save the king. [note : the authorship both of the words and music of "god save the king" has long been a matter of dispute, and is still unsettled, though the weight of the evidence is in favor of carey's claim.] * * * * * _chrononhotonthologos_. act i. sc. . to thee, and gentle rigdum funnidos, our gratulations flow in streams unbounded. act ii. sc. . go call a coach, and let a coach be called, and let the man who calleth be the caller; and in his calling let him nothing call but coach! coach! coach! o for a coach, ye gods! isaac watts. - . divine songs. to god the father, god the son, and god the spirit, three in one, be honor, praise, and glory given, by all on earth, and all in heaven. * * * * * hush! my dear, lie still and slumber holy angels guard thy bed! heavenly blessings without number gently falling on thy head. * * * * * let dogs delight to bark and bite, for god hath made them so; let bears and lions growl and fight. for 'tis their nature too. * * * * * how doth the little busy bee improve each shining hour, and gather honey all the day, from every opening flower. * * * * * hark! from the tombs a doleful sound. 'tis the voice of the sluggard, i heard him complain, "you have waked me too soon, i must slumber again." sir samuel tuke. -- . _adventures of five hours_. act v. sc. . he is a fool who thinks by force or skill to turn the current of a woman's will. * * * * * aaron hill - . _epilogue to zara_. first, then, a woman will, or won't--depend on 't; if she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't. but, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.[ ] * * * * * _verses written on a window in scotland_. tender-handed stroke a nettle, and it stings you for your pains; grasp it like a man of mettle, and it soft as silk remains. [note : the following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the dane john field, canterbury: "where is the man who has the power and skill to stem the torrent of a woman's will? for if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; and if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't."] 'tis the same with common natures: use 'em kindly, they rebel; but be rough as nutmeg-graters, and the rogues obey you well. * * * * * richard savage. - . _the bastard_. line . he lives to build, not boast a generous race: no tenth transmitter of a foolish face. * * * * * james thomson. - . the seasons. _spring_. line . base envy withers at another's joy, and hates that excellence it cannot reach. line . but who can paint like nature? can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers? line . delightful task! to rear the tender thought,-- to teach the young idea how to shoot,-- line . an elegant sufficiency, content, retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books. ease and alternate labor, useful life, progressive virtue, and approving heaven! * * * * * _summer_. line . sighed and looked unutterable things. line . a lucky chance, that oft decides the fate of mighty monarchs. line . so stands the statue that enchants the world. * * * * * _autumn_. line . loveliness needs not the foreign aid of ornament, but is when unadorned, adorned the most. line . for still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh, which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. * * * * * _winter_. line . cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. * * * * * _hymn_. line . shade, unperceived, so softening into shade. line . from seeming evil still educing good. line . come then, expressive silence, muse his praise. * * * * * _castle of indolence_. canto i. st. . a little round, fat, oily man of god. * * * * * _alfred_. act ii. sc. . rule britannia, britannia rules the waves; britons never will be slaves. * * * * * _song, "forever, fortune."_ forever, fortune, wilt thou prove an unrelenting foe to love; and, when we meet a mutual heart, step rudely in, and bid us part? * * * * * _sophonisba_. act iii. sc. . o sophonisba! sophonisba, o![ ] [note : this line was altered, after the second edition, to "o sophonisba! i am wholly thine."] * * * * * john dyer. - . _grongar hill_. line . ever charming, ever new, when will the landscape tire the view. line . as yon summits soft and fair, clad in colors of the air, which to those who journey near barren, brown, and rough appear. * * * * * philip doddridge. - . _epigram on his family arms_. live while you live, the epicure would say, and seize the pleasures of the present day; live while you live, the sacred preacher cries, and give to god each moment as it flies. lord, in my views let both united be; i live in pleasure, when i live to thee. * * * * * robert dodsley - . _the parting kiss_. one kind kiss before we part, drop a tear and bid adieu; though we sever, my fond heart till we meet shall pant for you. * * * * * samuel johnson. - . _prologue on the opening of drury lane theatre_. each exchange of many-colored life he drew, exhausted worlds, and then imagined new, and panting time toiled after him in vain. * * * * * for we that live to please must please to live. * * * * * _vanity of human wishes_. line . let observation with extensive view survey mankind, from china to peru.[ ] [note : the universal love of pleasure, line : "all human race, from china to peru, pleasure, however disguised by art, pursue." _rev. thos. warton_.] line . there mark what ills the scholar's life assail-- toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. line . he left the name, at which the world grew pale, to point a moral, or adorn a tale. line . hides from himself his state, and shuns to know that life protracted is protracted woe. line . superfluous lags the veteran on the stage. line . and swift expires, a driveller and a show. line . roll darkling down the torrent of his fate. _london_. line . of all the griefs that harass the distressed, sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. line . this mournful truth is everywhere confessed, slow rises worth by poverty depressed. * * * * * _lines added to goldsmith's traveller_. how small, of all that human hearts endure, that part which laws or kings can cause or cure! still to ourselves in every place consigned, our own felicity we make or find. with secret course, which no loud storms annoy, glides the smooth current of domestic joy. * * * * * _line added to goldsmith's deserted village_. trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. * * * * * _from dr. madden's_ "_boulter's monument_." _supposed to have been inserted by dr. johnson_. . words are men's daughters, but god's sons are things. _basselas_. chapter i. ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow; attend to the history of rasselas, prince of abyssinia. * * * * * _epitaph on robert levett_. in misery's darkest cavern known, his useful care was ever nigh, where hopeless anguish poured his groan, and lonely want retired to die. * * * * * _epitaph on claudius phillips, the musician_. phillips, whose touch harmonious could remove the pangs of guilty power or hapless love; rest here, distressed by poverty no more, here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before; sleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine, till angels wake thee with a note like thine. * * * * * lord lyttelton - . _prologue to thomson's coriolanus_. for his chaste muse employed her heaven-taught lyre none but the noblest passions to inspire, not one immoral, one corrupted thought, one line, which dying he could wish to blot. _epigram_. none without hope e'er loved the brightest fair, but love can hope where reason would despair. * * * * * _soliloquy on a beauty in the country_. where none admire, 'tis useless to excel; where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle. * * * * * _song_. alas! by some degree of woe we every bliss must gain; the heart can ne'er a transport know, that never feels a pain. * * * * * edward moore. - . _fable ix. the farmer, the spaniel, and the cat_. can't i another's face commend, and to her virtues be a friend, but instantly your forehead lowers, as if _her_ merit lessened _yours_? _fable x. the spider and the bee_. the maid who modestly conceals her beauties, while she hides, reveals; give but a glimpse, and fancy draws whate'er the grecian venus was. * * * * * but from the hoop's bewitching round, her very shoe has power to wound. * * * * * _the happy marriage_. time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, and gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. * * * * * _the gamester_. act iii. sc. . 'tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. * * * * * william shenstone. - . _written on the window of an inn_. whoe'er has traveled life's dull round, where'er his stages may have been, may sigh to think he still has found his warmest welcome at an inn. _jemmy dawson_. for seldom shall you hear a tale so sad, so tender, and so true. * * * * * _the schoolmistress_. her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, emblems right meet of decency does yield. * * * * * john brown. - . _barbarossa_. act. v. sc. . now let us thank the eternal power: convinced that heaven but tries our virtue by affliction, that oft the cloud which wraps the present hour serves but to brighten all our future days. * * * * * david garrick. - . _prologue on quitting the stage in , th of june_. their cause i plead--plead it in heart and mind; a fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. _on the death of mr. pelham_. let others hail the rising sun: i bow to that whose race is run. * * * * * thomas gray. - . _on a distant prospect of eton college_. ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! ah, fields beloved in vain! where once my careless childhood strayed, a stranger yet to pain! * * * * * alas! regardless of their doom, the little victims play; no sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond to-day. * * * * * no more: where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise. * * * * * _progress of poesy_. o'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move the bloom of young desire, and purple light of love. * * * * * ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. * * * * * _the bard_. give ample room, and verge enough. * * * * * youth at the prow, and pleasure at the helm. * * * * * _elegy in a country churchyard_. the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. * * * * * the short and simple annals of the poor. * * * * * the paths of glory lead but to the grave. * * * * * where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault the pealing anthem swells the note of praise. * * * * * hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. * * * * * full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. * * * * * some mute, inglorious milton here may rest. and read their history in a nation's eyes. * * * * * forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, and shut the gates of mercy on mankind. * * * * * along the cool, sequestered vale of life they kept the noiseless tenor of their way. * * * * * implores the passing tribute of a sigh. * * * * * and many a holy text around she strews, that teach the rustic moralist to die. * * * * * nor cast one longing, lingering look behind. * * * * * e'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, e'en in our ashes, live their wonted fires. * * * * * a youth, to fortune and to fame unknown. * * * * * large was his bounty, and his soul sincere. * * * * * he gave to misery (all he had) a tear. * * * * * the bosom of his father and his god. _ode on the pleasure arising from vicissitude_. the meanest floweret of the vale, the simplest note that swells the gale, the common sun, the air, the skies, to him are opening paradise. * * * * * william collins. - . _ode in _. how sleep the brave, who sink to rest, by all their country's wishes blessed! * * * * * by fairy hands their knell is rung; by forms unseen their dirge is sung; there honor comes, a pilgrim gray, to bless the turf that wraps their clay; and freedom shall awhile repair, to dwell a weeping hermit there. * * * * * _the passions_. line . when music, heavenly maid, was young, while yet in early greece she sung. line . filled with fury, rapt, inspired. line . 'twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild. line . in notes by distance made more sweet. line . in hollow murmurs died away. line . o music! sphere-descended maid, friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid! * * * * * _eclogue_ . line . well may your hearts believe the truths i tell; 'tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. * * * * * _ode on the death of thomson_. in yonder grave a druid lies. * * * * * mark akenside. - . _epistle to curio_. the man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise. * * * * * nathaniel cotton. - . _the fireside_. st. . if solid happiness we prize, within our breast this jewel lies; and they are fools who roam: the world has nothing to bestow; from our own selves our joys must flow, and that dear hut--our home. st. . thus hand in hand through life we'll go; its checkered paths of joy and woe with cautious steps we'll tread. * * * * * john home. - . _douglas_. act i. sc. . in the first days of my distracting grief, i found myself as women wish to be who love their lords. act ii. sc. . my name is norval; on the grampian hills my father fed his flocks. * * * * * oliver goldsmith. - . the traveller. line . remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow. line . where er i roam, whatever realms to see, my heart untravelled fondly turns to thee. line . and learn the luxury of doing good. line . some fleeting good that mocks me with the view. line . such is the patriot's boast, where er we roam, his first, best country ever is at home. line . by sports like these are all his cares beguiled, the sports of children satisfy the child. line . but winter lingering chills the lap of may. line . so the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar. but bind him to his native mountains more. line . alike all ages: dames of ancient days have led their children through the mirthful maze; and the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, has frisked beneath the burden of threescore. line . pride in their port, defiance in their eye, i see the lords of human kind pass by. line . for just experience tells, in every soil, that those that think must govern those that toil. line . laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. line . forced from their homes, a melancholy train. * * * * * the deserted village. line . for talking age and whispering lovers made. line . ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey, where wealth accumulates, and men decay, princes and lords may flourish, or may fade, a breath can make them, as a breath has made; but a bold peasantry, their country's pride, when once destroyed, can never be supplied. line . and his best riches, ignorance of wealth. line . a youth of labor with an age of ease. line . while resignation gently slopes the way-- and, all his prospects brightening to the last, his heaven commences ere the world be past! line . and the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. line . a man he was to all the country dear, and passing rich with forty pounds a year. line . shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. line . careless their merits or their faults to scan, his pity gave ere charity began. line . and even his failings leaned to virtue's side. line . allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. line . and fools who came to scoff remained to pray. line . and plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile. line . eternal sunshine settles on its head. line . the village master taught his little school. line . full well the busy whisper, circling round, conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned. line . for even though vanquished, he could argue still; while words of learned length and thundering sound amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; and still they gazed, and still the wonder grew that one small head could carry all he knew. line . contrived a double debt to pay. line . one native charm than all the gloss of art. line . the heart distrusting asks, if this be joy. line . her modest looks the cottage might adorn, sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. line . o luxury! thou cursed by heaven's decree. * * * * * retaliation. line . who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth. line . who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, and to party gave up what was meant for mankind. line . though equal to all things, for all things unfit. line . an abridgement of all that was pleasant in man. * * * * * vicar of wakefield. chapter viii. _the hermit_. man wants but little here below, nor wants that little long. * * * * * chapter xvii. _elegy on a mad dog_. the roan recovered of the bite, the dog it was that died. * * * * * chapter xxiv. when lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy? what art can wash her guilt away? the only art her guilt to cover, to hide her shame from every eye, to give repentance to her lover, and wring his bosom, is--to die. _elegy on mrs. mary blaise_. the king himself has followed her when she has walked before. * * * * * tobias smollett. - . _ode to independence_. thy spirit, independence, let me share; lord of the lion heart and eagle eye, thy steps i follow with my bosom bare, nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. * * * * * thomas percy. - . _reliques of english poetry. the baffled knight_. he that wold not when he might, he shall not when he wolda. * * * * * _the friar of orders gray_. weep no more, lady, weep no more, thy sorrow is in vain; for violets plucked the sweetest showers will ne'er make grow again. sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever; one foot on sea, and one on shore, to one thing constant never. _from byrd's psalmes, sonets, &c_. . my mind to me a kingdom is; such perfect joy therein i find, as far exceeds all earthly bliss that god and nature hath assigned. though much i want that most would have, yet still my mind forbids to crave. * * * * * beilby porteus. - . _death, a poem_. line . one murder makes a villain, millions a hero. * * * * * james beattie. - . _the minstrel_. book i. st. . ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where fame's proud temple shines afar? * * * * * _the hermit_. line . he thought as a sage, but he felt as a man. * * * * * _epigram_. _the bucks had dined_. how hard their lot who neither won nor lost. charles churchill. - . _the rosciad_. line . but spite of all the criticising elves, those who would make us feel--must feel themselves. * * * * * mrs. theale. - . _three warnings_. the tree of deepest root is found least willing still to quit the ground; 'twas therefore said, by ancient sages, that love of life increased with years so much, that in our latter stages, when pains grow sharp, and sickness rages, the greatest love of life appears. * * * * * william cowper. - . the task. book i. _the sofa_. god made the county, and man made the town.[ ] [note : "god the first garden made, and the first city cain."--cowley] book ii. _the timepiece_. o for a lodge in some vast wilderness, some boundless contiguity of shade, where rumor of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful or successful war, might never roach me more. * * * * * mountains interposed make enemies of nations, who had else, like kindred drops, been mingled into one. * * * * * england, with all thy faults, i love thee still. * * * * * praise enough to fill the ambition of a private man, that chatham's language was his mother tongue. * * * * * there is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know. * * * * * variety's the very spice of life, that gives it all its flavor. * * * * * book iii. _the garden_. domestic happiness, thou only bliss of paradise that hast survived the fall! how various his employments whom the world jails idle; and who justly in return esteems that busy world an idler too! * * * * * book iv. _winter evening_. and while the bubbling and loud hissing urn throws up a steamy column, and the cups that cheer, but not inebriate, wait on each, so let us welcome peaceful evening in. * * * * * 'tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, to peep at such a world; to see the stir of the great babel, and not feel the crowd. * * * * * book v. _winter morn in a walk_. he is the freeman whom the truth makes free. * * * * * book vi. _winter walk at noon_. there is in souls a sympathy with sounds; and as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased with melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; some chord in unison with what we hear is touched within us, and the heart replies. * * * * * here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head, and learning wiser grow without his books. _tirocinium_. shine by the side of every path we tread with such a lustre, he that runs may read. * * * * * _retirement_. built god a church, and laughed his word to scorn. * * * * * how sweet, how passing sweet is solitude! but grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom i may whisper, solitude is sweet. * * * * * _conversation_. a fool must now and then be right, by chance. * * * * * _john gilpin_. that, though on pleasure she was bent, she had a frugal mind. * * * * * to dash through thick and thin. * * * * * a hat not much the worse for wear * * * * * _lines to his mother's picture_. o that those lips had language! life has passed with me but roughly since i heard thee last. _walking with god_. what peaceful hours i once enjoyed? how sweet their memory still! but they have left an aching void, the world can never fill. * * * * * verses, _supposed to be written by alexander selkirk_. i am monarch of all i survey, my right there is none to dispute. * * * * * o solitude! where are the charms that sages have seen in thy face? * * * * * but the sound of the church-going bell those valleys and rocks never heard, never sighed at the sound of a knell, or smiled when a sabbath appeared. * * * * * how fleet is a glance of the mind! compared with the speed of its flight, the tempest itself lags behind, and the swift-winged arrows of light. * * * * * w. j. mickle. - . _the mariner's wife_. his very foot has music in 't as he comes up the stairs. john langhorne. - . _the country justice_. part i bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew; the big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, gave the sad presage of his future years, the child of misery, baptized in tears. * * * * * dr. walcott. - . _peter pindar's expostulatory odes to a great duke and a little lord_. _ode xv_. care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, and every grin, so merry, draws one out. * * * * * mrs. barbauld. - . _warrington academy_. man is the noblest growth our realms supply, and souls are ripened in our northern sky. * * * * * sir william jones. - . _a persian song of hafiz_. go boldly forth, my simple lay, whose accents flow with artless ease, like orient pearls at random strung. * * * * * _ode in imitation of alcoeus_. what constitutes a state? * * * * * men who their duties know, but know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain. * * * * * and sovereign law, that state's collected will, o'er thrones and globes elate, sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. * * * * * seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.[ ] [note : "six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix."--_sir edward coke_.] * * * * * captain charles morris. -- . _billy pitt and the farmer_. solid men of boston, make no long orations; solid men of boston, drink no deep potations. * * * * * john trumbull. - . _mcfingal_. canto i. line . but optics sharp it needs, i ween, to see what is not to be seen. canto iii. line . no man e'er felt the halter draw, with good opinion of the law. * * * * * richard brinsley sheridan - . _the rivals_. act v. sc. . as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the nile. * * * * * _the critic_. act ii. sc. . my valor is certainly going! it is sneaking off! i feel it oozing out as it were at the pain, of my hands. act ii. sc. . where they do agree, their unanimity is wonderful. * * * * * _school for scandal_. act i. sc. . you shall see a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin. act iii. sc. . here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; here's to the widow of fifty; here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean, and here's to the housewife that's thrifty. let the toast pass; drink to the lass; i'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. _the duenna_. act i. sc. . i ne'er could any lustre see in eyes that would not look on me; i ne'er saw nectar on a lip but where my own did hope to sip. * * * * * _speech in reply to mr. dundas_. the right honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts. * * * * * george crabbe. - . _parish register_. oh! rather give me commentators plain, who with no deep researches vex the brain, who from the dark and doubtful love to run, and hold their glimmering taper to the sun. _the borough schools_. books cannot always please, however good; minds are not ever craving for their food. * * * * * _the borough placers_. in this fool's paradise lie drank delight. * * * * * _the birth of flattery_. in idle wishes fools supinely stay; be there a will, then wisdom finds a way. * * * * * robert burns. - . _tom o'shanter_. where sits our sulky, sullen dame, gather in' her brows like gatherin' storm, nursin' her wrath to keep it warm. * * * * * kings may be blest, but tam was glorious, o'er a' the ills o' life victorious. * * * * * but pleasures are like poppies spread, you seize the flower, its bloom is shed; or like the snow falls in the river, a moment white, then melts for ever. as tammie gloured, amazed and curious, the mirth and fun grew fast and furious. _to a mouse_. the best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft a-gley; an' lea'e us naught but grief and pain for promised joy. * * * * * _scots wha hae_. let us do, or die! * * * * * _address to the unco guid_. then gently scan your brother man, still gentler, sister woman; though they may gang a kennin' wrang to step aside is human. * * * * * _on captain grose's peregrinations through scotland_. if there's a hole in a' your coats, i rede you tent it; a chiel's amang you takin' notes, an', faith, he'll prent it. _to a louse_. o wad some power the giftie gie us, to see oursel's as others see us! it wad frae monie a blunder free us, an' foolish notion. * * * * * _epistle to a young friend_. the fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip to haud the wretch in order; but where ye feel your honor grip, let that aye be your border. * * * * * _the twa dogs_. his locked, lettered, braw brass collar shawed him the gentleman and scholar. * * * * * _epistle to james smith_. o life! how pleasant in thy morning, young fancy's rays the hills adorning! cold, pausing caution's lesson scorning, we frisk away, like schoolboys at th' expected warning. to joy and play. * * * * * _despondency_. o life! them art a galling load, along a rough, a weary road, to wretches such as i! _auld lang syne_. should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to min'? should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days o' lang syne? * * * * * _green grow the rashes_. her 'prentice han' she tried on man. and then she made the lasses, o! * * * * * _man was made to mourn_. man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn. * * * * * _death and dr. hornbook_. some wee short hour ayont the twal. * * * * * _is there for honest poverty_. the _rank_ is but the guinea's _stamp_. the man's the gowd for a' that. * * * * * a prince can mak' a belted knight, a marquis, duke, and a that: but an honest man's aboon his might, guid faith, he maunna fa' that. _the cotter's saturday night_. he wales a portion with judicious care; and "let us worship god!" he says, with solemn air. * * * * * thomas moss. -- . _the beggar_. pity the sorrows of a poor old man, whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; oh! give relief, and heaven will bless your store. * * * * * george colman. - . broad grins. _the maid of the moor_. and what's impossible can't be, and never, never comes to pass. * * * * * three stories high, long, dull, and old, as great lord's stories often are. * * * * * _lodgings for single gentlemen_. but when ill indeed, e'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed. _the poor gentleman_. act i. sc. . thank you, good sir, i owe you one. * * * * * _prologue to the heir ft law_. on their own merits modest men are dumb. * * * * * thomas morton. - . _speed the plough_. act i. sc. . what will mrs. grundy say? * * * * * george canning. - . poetry of the anti-jacobin. _the needy knife-grinder_. story! god bless you, i have none to tell, sir! * * * * * i give thee sixpence! i will see thee d--d first. * * * * * _the loves of the triangles_. line . so down thy hill, romantic ashbourne, glides the derby dilly, carrying three insides. william wordsworth. - . _quilt and sorrow_. st. . and homeless near a thousand homes i stood, and near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. * * * * * _my heart leaps up_. the child is father of the man. * * * * * _lucy gray_. st. . the sweetest thing that ever grew beside a human door. * * * * * _we are seven_. a simple child, that lightly draws its breath, and feels its life in every limb, what should it know of death? * * * * * _the pet lamb_. drink, pretty creature, drink. * * * * * _the brothers_. until a man might travel twelve stout miles, or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn. _stanzas written in thomson_. a noticeable man, with large gray eyes. * * * * * _lucy_. she dwelt among the untrodden ways beside the springs of dove, a maid whom there were none to praise, and very few to love: a violet by a mossy stone half hidden from the eye! fair as a star, when only one is shining in the sky. she lived unknown, and few could know when lucy ceased to be; but she is in her grave, and oh! the difference to me! * * * * * _the solitary reaper_. some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, that has been, and may be again. * * * * * the music in my heart i bore, long after it was heard no more. _rob hoy's grave_. st. . because the good old rule sufficeth them, the simple plan, that they should take who have the power, and they should keep who can. _yarrow unvisited_. the swan on still st. mary's lake float double, swan and shadow! * * * * * _sonnets to national independence and liberty_. part i. vi men are we, and must grieve when even the shade of that which once was great is passed away. part i. xiv. thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart. part i. xvi. we must be free or die, who speak the tongue that shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold which milton held. * * * * * _nutting_. one of those heavenly days that cannot die. _she was a phantom of delight_. a creature not too bright or good for human nature's daily food, for transient sorrows, simple wiles; praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. * * * * * a perfect woman, nobly planned, to warn, to comfort, and command. * * * * * _i wandered lonely_. that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude. * * * * * _ruth_. a youth to whom was given so much of earth, so much of heaven. * * * * * _resolution and independence_. part i. st. i thought of chatterton, the marvellous boy, the sleepless soul that perished in his pride; of him who walked in glory and in joy, following his plough, along the mountainside. * * * * * _hart-leap well_. part ii "a jolly place," said he, "in times of old! but something ails it now: the spot is cursed." never to blend our pleasure or our pride with sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. * * * * * _tintern abbey_. sensations sweet felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. * * * * * that best portion of a good man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. * * * * * that blessed mood, in which the burden of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world, is lightened. * * * * * the fretful stir unprofitable, and the fever of the world, have hung upon the beatings of my heart. * * * * * the sounding cataract haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, the mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, their colors and their forms, were then to me an appetite; a feeling and a love, that had no need of a remoter charm by thoughts supplied, nor any interest unborrowed from the eye. but hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity. * * * * * _to a skylark_. type of the wise who soar, but never roam; true to the kindred points of heaven and home. * * * * * _peter bell_. prologue. st. . there's something in a flying horse, there's something in a huge balloon. prologue. st. . the common growth of mother earth suffices me--her tears, her mirths her humblest mirth and tears. part i. st. . a primrose by a river's brim a yellow primrose was to him, and it was nothing more. part i. st. . the soft blue sky did never melt into his heart; he never felt the witchery of the soft blue sky! part i. st. . as if the man had fixed his face, in many a solitary place, against the wind and open sky! _miscellaneous sonnets_. part i. xxx. the holy time is quiet as a nun breathless with adoration. part i. xxxiii. the world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. part i. xxxv. 'tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, and do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. part ii. xxxvi. dear god! the very houses seem asleep; and all that mighty heart is lying still! * * * * * _ecclesiastical sonnets_. part iii. v. _walton's book of lives_. the feather, whence the pen was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, dropped from an angel's wing. * * * * * meek walton's heavenly memory. _the tables turned_. up! up! my friend, and quit your books, or surely you'll grow double: up! up! my friend, and clear your looks; why all this toil and trouble? * * * * * one impulse from a vernal wood may teach you more of man, of moral evil and of good, than all the sages can. * * * * * _a poet's epitaph_. st. . one that would peep and botanize upon his mother's grave. * * * * * _personal talk_. st. . the gentle lady married to the moor, and heavenly una with her milk-white lamb. * * * * * _the small celandine_. (from poems referring to the period of old age.) to be a prodigal's favorite--then, worse truth, a miser's pensioner--behold our lot! _elegiac stanzas suggested by a picture of peele castle in a storm_. st. . the light that never was, on sea or land, the consecration, and the poet's dream. * * * * * _intimations of immorality_. st . our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. * * * * * but trailing clouds of glory, do we come from god, who is our home: heaven lies about us in our infancy! st. xi. to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. * * * * * the excursion. book i. the vision and the faculty divine. * * * * * the imperfect offices of prayer and praise. * * * * * the good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust burn to the socket. book ii. with battlements, that on their restless fronts bore stars. book iii. wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. * * * * * monastic brotherhood, upon rock aerial. book iv. i have seen a curious child, who dwelt upon a tract of inland ground, applying to his ear the convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; to which, in silence hushed, his very soul listened intensely; and his countenance soon brightened with joy; for from within were heard murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed mysterious union with its native sea. * * * * * one in whom persuasion and belief had ripened into faith, and faith become a passionate intuition. book vi. spires whose silent fingers point to heaven. book vii. wisdom married to immortal verse. book ix. the primal duties shine aloft, like stars, the charities, that soothe, and heal, and bless, are scattered at the feet of man, like flowers. * * * * * hon. william robert spencer. - . _lines to lady a. hamilton_. too late i stayed--forgive the crime; unheeded flew the hours. how noiseless falls the foot of time, that only treads on flowers! * * * * * dr. george sewell. -- . when all the blandishments of life are gone, the coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. * * * * * samuel taylor coleridge. - _the ancient mariner_. part i. and listens like a three years' child. part ii. we were the first that ever burst into that silent sea. as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean. * * * * * water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink. part iv. alone, alone, all, all alone, alone on a wide, wide sea. part v. a noise like of a hidden brook in the leafy mouth of june. part vii. he prayeth well, who loveth well both man and bird and beast. * * * * * he prayeth best, who loveth best all things, both great and small. * * * * * a sadder and a wiser man, he rose the morrow morn. * * * * * _christabel_. part ii. alas! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth: and constancy lives in realms above. _the devil's thoughts_. and the devil did grin, for his darling sin, is pride that apes humility. * * * * * _love_. all thoughts, all passions, all delights, whatever stirs this mortal frame, all are but ministers of love, and feeds his sacred flame. * * * * * _reflections on having left a place of retirement_. blest hour! it was a luxury--to be! * * * * * _hymn in the vale of chamouni_. hast thou a charm to stay the morning star in his steep course? * * * * * risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. * * * * * motionless torrents! silent cataracts! * * * * * earth, with her thousand voices, praises god. * * * * * _the three graves_. a mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive. _the visit of the gods_. never, believe me, appear the immortals, never alone. * * * * * _the knight's tomb_. the knight's bones are dust, and his good sword rust; his soul is with the saints, i trust. * * * * * _on taking leave of_--. . to know, to esteem, to love--and then to part, makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart! * * * * * _cologne_. the river rhine, it is well known, doth wash your city of cologne; but tell me, nymphs! what power divine shall henceforth wash the river rhine? * * * * * _wallenstein_. part i. act ii. sc. . the intelligible forms of ancient poets, the fair humanities of old religion, the power, the beauty, and the majesty, that had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; they live no longer in the faith of reason. * * * * * _the death of wallenstein_. act. v. sc. . clothing the palpable and familiar with golden exhalations of the dawn. act v. sc. . often do the spirits of great events stride on before the events. and in to-day already walks to-morrow. * * * * * robert southey. - . _curse of kehama_. canto x. they sin who tell us love can die. with life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity. * * * * * charles lamb. - . _old familiar faces_. i have had playmates, have had companions, in my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days; all, all are gone, the old familiar faces. _detached thoughts on books_. books which are no books. * * * * * thomas campbell. - . _pleasures of hope_. part i. line . 'tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue. line . o heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save. line . hope for a season bade the world farewell, and freedom shrieked as kosciusko fell! * * * * * o'er prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, his blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. part ii. line . who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, the power of grace, the magic of a name? line . without the smile from partial beauty won, of what were man?--a world without a sun. line . the world was sad!--the garden was a wild! and man, the hermit, sighed--till woman smiled. line . while memory watches o'er the sad review of joys that faded like the morning dew. line . there shall he love, when genial mom appears, like pensive beauty smiling in her tears. line . that gems the starry girdle of the year. line . melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul! line . o star-eyed science! hast thou wandered there, to waft us home the message of despair? line . what though my winged hours of bliss have been, like angel-visits, few and far between. _o'connor's child_. another's sword has laid him low, another's and another's; and every hand that dealt the blow, ah me! it was a brother's! _lochiel's warning_. 'tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, and coming events cast their shadows before. _ye mariners of england_. ye mariners of england! that guard our native seas, whose flag has braved, a thousand years, the battle and the breeze. * * * * * britannia needs no bulwarks, no towers along the steep; her march is o'er the mountain waves, her home is on the deep. * * * * * _the soldier's dream_. in life's morning march, when my bosom was young. but sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, and the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. * * * * * _hohenlinden_. the combat deepens. on, ye brave, who rush to glory, or the grave! _gertrude of wyoming_. part iii. st. . o love! in such a wilderness as this. * * * * * walter scott. - . the lay of the last minstrel. canto ii. st. . if thou wouldst view fair melrose aright, go visit it by the pale moonlight. canto ii. st. . i was not always a man of woe. canto ii. st. . i cannot tell how the truth may be; i say the tale as 'twas said to me. canto iii. st. . love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below and saints above; for love is heaven, and heaven is love. canto v. st. . call it not vain; they do not err, who say, that, when the poet dies, mute nature mourns her worshiper, and celebrates his obsequies. canto v. st. . true love's the gift which god has given to man alone beneath the heaven. it is the secret sympathy, the silver link, the silken tie, which heart to heart, and mind to mind, in body and in soul can bind. canto vi. st. . breathes there the man, with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said, this is my own, my native land! whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, as home his footsteps he hath turned prom wandering on a foreign strand? * * * * * unwept, unhonored, and unsung. canto vi. st. . o caledonia! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child! land of brown heath and shaggy wood; land of the mountain and the flood. * * * * * _marmion_. canto ii. st. . 'tis an old tale, and often told. canto v. st. . with a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. canto vi. st. . and dar'st thou then to beard the lion in his den? canto vi. st. , o woman! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light quivering aspen made, when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou! canto vi. st. . charge, chester, charge! on, stanley, on! were the last words of marmion. canto vi. last lines. to all, to each, a fair good night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light, * * * * * _the lady of the lake_. canto i. st. . and ne'er did grecian chisel trace a nymph, a naiad, or a grace, of finer form or lovelier face. * * * * * a foot more light, a step more true, ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew. canto i. st. . on his bold visage middle age had slightly pressed its signet sage. canto ii. st. . some feelings are to mortals given with less of earth in them than heaven. canto iv. st. . the rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, and hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. canto iv. st. . art thou a friend to roderick? canto v. st. . come one, come all! this rock shall fly from its firm base as soon as i. * * * * * and the stern joy which warriors feel in foemen worthy of their steel. * * * * * _the lord of the isles_. canto v. stanza . o many a shaft, at random sent, finds mark, the archer little meant! and many a word at random spoken may soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken! * * * * * _old mortality_. vol. ii. chapter xxi. sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! to all the sensual world proclaim, one crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name. _bob roy_. vol. i. chapter ii. o for the voice of that wild horn on fontarabian echoes borne. * * * * * _the monastery_. vol. i. chapter ii. within that awful volume lies the mystery of mysteries! * * * * * thomas moore. - . _lalla rookh_. _the fire-worshippers_. o, ever thus from childhood's hour i've seen my fondest hopes decay; i never loved a tree or flower, but 'twas the first to fade away. * * * * * _the light of the harem_. alas! how light a cause may move dissension between hearts that love! hearts that the world in vain had tried, and sorrow but more closely tied; that stood the storm when waves were rough, yet in a sunny hour fall off, like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity. _all that's bright must fade_. all that's bright must fade-- the brightest still the fleetest; all that's sweet was made but to be lost when sweetest. * * * * * _farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour_. you may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, but the scent of the roses will hang round it still. * * * * * reginald heber. - . _christman hymn_. brightest and best of the sons of the morning! dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. * * * * * _missionary hymn_. from greenland's icy mountains, from india's coral strand, where afric's sunny fountains roll down their golden sand. * * * * * _palestine_. no hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung. majestic silence! jonathan m. sewall. _epilogue to cato_. _written for the bow street theatre, portsmouth_, n. h., . no pent-up utica contracts your powers, but the whole boundless continent is yours. * * * * * samuel woodworth. - . the old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, the moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. * * * * * lord byron. - . _childe harold_. canto i. st. . maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, and mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. canto ii. st. . a schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour! * * * * * dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power. stanza . the dome of thought, the palace of the soul. stanza . ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy? stanza . fair greece! sad relic of departed worth! immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! stanza . hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, who would be free, themselves must strike the blow? stanza . where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground. * * * * * age shakes athena's towers, but spares gray marathon. canto iii. st. . ada! sole daughter of my house and heart. stanza . there was a sound of revelry by night. and all went merry as a marriage-bell. stanza . battle's magnificently stern array! stanza . the castled crag of drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding rhine. stanza . the sky is changed! and such a change! o night, and storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, yet lovely in your strength, as is the light of a dark eye in woman. stanza . i have not loved the world, nor the world me. canto iv. st. . i stood in venice, on the bridge of sighs. stanza . the cold--the changed--perchance the dead anew, the mourned--the loved--the lost--too many! yet how few! stanza . fills the air around with beauty. stanza . the hell of waters! where they howl and hiss. stanza . the niobe of nations! there she stands. stanza . man! thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. stanza . the nympholepsy of some fond despair. stanza . while stands the coliseum, rome shall stand when falls the coliseum, rome shall fall; and when home falls, the world.[ ] [note : the exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century is recorded by the venerable bede] stanza . o that the desert were my dwelling-place, with one fair spirit for my minister, that i might all forget the human race, and, hating no one, love but only her! stanza . there is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes by the deep sea, and music in its roar. * * * * * i love not man the less, but nature more. stanza . without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown. stanza . and what is writ, is writ. would it were worthier! _memoranda from his life_. i awoke one morning and found myself famous. * * * * * _the giaour_. line . before decay's effacing fingers have swept the lines where beauty lingers. line . so coldly sweet, so deadly fair, we start, for soul is wanting there. line . shrine of the mighty! can it be that this is all remains of thee? line . for freedom's battle, once begun, bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, though baffled oft, is ever won. line . and lovelier things have mercy shown to every failing but their own; and every won a tear can claim, except an erring sister's shame. * * * * * _parasina_. st. . it is the hour when from the boughs the nightingale's high note is heard; it is the hour when lovers' vows seem sweet in every whispered word. _the bride of abydos_. canto i. st. . know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle. stanza . the light of love, the purity of grace, the mind, the music breathing from her face, the heart whose softness harmonized the whole and oh! that eye was in itself a soul! canto ii. st. . be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! the evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! * * * * * he makes a solitude, and calls it--peace.[ ] [note : "solitudinem fociunt--pacem appellant." --_tacitus, agricola_, cap. .] _darkness_. i had a dream which was not all a dream. * * * * * _lara_. canto i. st. . lord of himself--that heritage of woe! _the corsair_. canto i. st. . o'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea; our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, survey our empire, and behold our home. stanza . she walks the waters like a thing of life, and seems to dare the elements to strife. stanza . the power of thought--the magic of the mind. * * * * * the many still must labor for the one! stanza . there was a laughing devil in his sneer. hope withering fled, and mercy sighed farewell! stanza . farewell! for in that word--that fatal word--howe'er we promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair. canto iii. st. . no words suffice the secret soul to show, for truth denies all eloquence to woe. stanza . he left a corsair's name to other times, linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes. * * * * * _beppo_. stanza . for most men (till by losing rendered sager) will back their own opinions by a wager. stanza . heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. stanza . o mirth and innocence! o milk and water! ye happy mixtures of more happy days! * * * * * _the dream_. and both were young, and one was beautiful. * * * * * and to his eye there was but one beloved face on earth, and that was shining on him. a change came o'er the spirit of my dream. * * * * * and they were canopied by the blue sky, so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, that god alone was to be seen in heaven. _the waltz_. hands promiscuously applied, round the slight waist, or down the glowing side. * * * * * _english bards_. 'tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; a book's a book, although there's nothing in't. * * * * * as soon seek roses in december--ice in june. hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff. * * * * * believe a woman, or an epitaph, or any other thing that's false, before you trust in critics. * * * * * perverts the prophets, and purloins the psalms. * * * * * o amos cottle! phoebus! what a name! * * * * * _monody on the death of sheridan_. when all of genius which can perish dies. * * * * * folly loves the martyrdom of fame. * * * * * who track the steps of glory to the grave. sighing that nature formed but one such man, and broke the die in moulding sheridan. * * * * * _don juan_. canto i. st. . but, o ye lords of ladies intellectual! inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all? canto i. st. . whispering i will ne'er consent, consented. canto xiii. st. . society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tribes, the _bores_ and _bored_. canto xv. st. . the devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, an arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. * * * * * _hebrew melodies_. she walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes; thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies. charles wolfe. - . _the burial of sir john moore_. not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, * * * * * we carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, but we left him alone with his glory! * * * * * joseph rodman drake. - . _the american flag_. when freedom from her mountain height unfurled her standard to the air, she tore the azure robe of night, and set the stars of glory there. * * * * * john keats. - . _endymion_. line . a thing of beauty is a joy forever. * * * * * _st. agnes' eve_. stanza . music's golden tongue flattered to tears this aged man and poor. * * * * * _hyperion_. line . that large utterance of the early gods. * * * * * robert pollok. - . _the course of time_. book viii. line . he was a man who stole the livery of the court of heaven to serve the devil in. * * * * * thomas hood. - . _the death-bed_. we watched her breathing through the night, her breathing soft and low, in her breast the wave of life kept heaving to and fro. * * * * * our very hopes belied our fears, our fears our hopes belied; we thought her dying when she slept, and sleeping when she died. * * * * * _the bridge of sighs_. one more unfortunate weary of breath, rashly importunate, gone to her death. take her up tenderly, lift her with care; fashioned so slenderly young, and so fair! * * * * * samuel rogers. _human life_. a guardian-angel o'er his life presiding, doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing. * * * * * the soul of music slumbers in the shell, till waked and kindled by the master's spell; and feeling hearts--touch them but rightly--pour a thousand melodies unheard before! then, never less alone than when alone, those that he loved so long and sees no more, loved and still loves--not dead, but gone before-- he gathers round him. * * * * * _a wish_. mine be a cot beside the hill; a beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; a willowy brook, that turns a mill, with many a fall, shall linger near. richard monckton milnes. _tragedy of the lac de gaube_. stanza . but on and up, where nature's heart beats strong amid the hills. * * * * * _the men of old_. great thoughts, great feelings, came to them, like instincts, unawares. * * * * * a man's best things are nearest him, lie close about his feet. * * * * * bryan w. proctor. _the sea_. the sea! the sea! the open sea! the blue, the fresh, the ever free! * * * * * i never was on the dull, tame shore, but i loved the great sea more and more. * * * * * alfred tennyson. _locksley hall_. he will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. i will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. * * * * * better fifty years of europe than a cycle of cathay. * * * * * _in memoriam_. xxvii. 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. * * * * * _fatima_. st. . o love, o fire! once he drew with one long kiss my whole soul through my lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. * * * * * _the princess_. canto iv. tears, idle tears, i know not what they mean, tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, in looking on the happy autumn fields, and thinking of the days that are no more. dear as remembered kisses after death, and sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned on lips that are for others; deep as love, deep as first love, and wild with all regret; o death in life, the days that are no more. canto . sweet is every sound, sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, the moan of doves in immemorial elms, and murmuring of innumerable bees. * * * * * happy he with such a mother! faith in womankind beats with his blood, and trust in all things high comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, he shall not blind his soul with clay. * * * * * _lady clara vere de vere_. from yon blue heaven above us bent, the grand old gardener and his wife smile at the claims of loner descent. * * * * * henry taylor _philip van artevelde_. part i. act i. sc. . the world knows nothing of its greatest men. * * * * * edward bulwer-lytton. _richelieu_. act ii. sc. . beneath the rule of men entirely great the pen is mightier than the sword. philip james bailey. _festus_. we live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; in feelings, not in figures on a dial. we should count time by heart-throbs. he most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. * * * * * thomas k. hervey. _the devil's progress_. the tomb of him who would have made the world too glad and free. * * * * * he stood beside a cottage lone, and listened to a lute, one summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, and the nightingale was mute! * * * * * like ships, that sailed for sunny isles, but never came to shore! * * * * * james aldrich. _a death-bed_. her suffering ended with the day, yet lived she at its close, and breathed the long, long night away, in statue-like repose! but when the sun, in all his state, illumined the eastern skies, she passed through glory's morning gate, and walked in paradise. * * * * * william cullen bryant. _thanatopsis_. to him who in the love of nature holds communion with her visible forms, she speaks a various language. * * * * * go forth, under the open sky, and list to nature's teachings. * * * * * sustained and soothed by an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, like one that wraps the drapery of his couch. about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. * * * * * _march_. the stormy march has come at last, with wind and clouds and changing skies; i hear the rushing of the blast that through the snowy valley flies. * * * * * _autumn woods_. but 'neath yon crimson tree, lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, nor mark, within its roseate canopy, her blush of maiden shame. _forest hymn_. the groves were god's first temples. * * * * * _the death of the flowers_. the melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. * * * * * _the battlefield_. truth crushed to earth shall rise again: the eternal years of god are hers; but error, wounded, writhes with pain, and dies among his worshippers. * * * * * fitz-greene halleck. _marco bozzaris_. strike--for your altars and your fires; strike--for the green graves of y our sires; god, and your native land! * * * * * one of the few, the immortal names, that were not born to die. * * * * * _on the death of joseph rodman drake_. green be the turf above thee, friend of my better days; none knew thee but to love thee, nor named thee but to praise. _burns_. such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines, shrines to no code or creed confined-- the delphian vales, the palestines, the meccas of the mind. * * * * * charles sprague. _curiosity_. lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, holds its warped mirror to a gaping age. * * * * * through life's dark road his sordid way he wends, an incarnation of fat dividends. * * * * * _centennial ode_. stanza . behold! in liberty's unclouded blaze we lift our heads, a race of other days. * * * * * _to my cigar_. yes, social friend, i love thee well, in learned doctor's spite; thy clouds all other clouds dispel, and lap me in delight. henry w. longfellow. _a psalm of life_. tell me not, in mournful numbers, "life is but an empty dream!" for the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. * * * * * art is long, and time is fleeting. * * * * * let the dead past bury its dead! * * * * * lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us footprints on the sands of time. * * * * * still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait. * * * * * _the light of stars_. know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong. * * * * * _it is not always may_. for time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest! _maidenhood_. standing, with reluctant feet, where the brook and river meet, womanhood and childhood fleet! * * * * * _the goblet of life_. o suffering, sad humanity! o ye afflicted ones, who lie steeped to the lips in misery, longing, and yet afraid to die, patient, though sorely tried! * * * * * _resignation_. there is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dear lamb is there! there is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair. * * * * * the air is full of farewells to the dying, and mournings for the dead. * * * * * _the golden legend_. time has laid his hand upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, but as a harper lays his open palm upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. oliver wendell holmes. _a metrical essay_. the freeman casting with unpurchased hand the vote that shakes the turrets of the land. * * * * * ay, tear her tattered ensign down! long has it waved on high, and many an eye has danced to see that banner in the sky. * * * * * nail to the mast her holy flag, set every threadbare sail, and give her to the god of storms, the lightning and the gale. * * * * * _urania_. yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure, he who ordained the sabbath loves the poor!-- and, when you stick on conversation's burrs, don't strew your pathway with those dreadful _urs_. * * * * * _the music-grinders_. you think they are crusaders, sent from some infernal clime, to pluck the eyes of sentiment, and dock the tail of rhyme, to crack the voice of melody, and break the legs of time. james russell lowell. _the vision of sir launfal_. and what is so rare as a day in june? then, if ever, come perfect days; then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, and over it softly her warm ear lays. * * * * * _the changeling_. this child is not mine as the first was, i cannot sing it to rest, i cannot lift it up fatherly and bless it upon my breast; yet it lies in my little one's cradle and sits in my little one's chair, and the light of the heaven she's gone to transfigures its golden hair. * * * * * william basse. - . _on shakespeare_. renowned spenser, lie a thought more nigh to learned chaucer, and rare beaumont lie a little nearer spenser, to make room for shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. david everett. - . _lines written for a school declamation_. you'd scarce expect one of my age to speak in public on the stage; and if i chance to fall below demosthenes or cicero, don't view me with a critic's eye, but pass my imperfections by. large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow. * * * * * joseph hopkinson. - . _hail columbia_. hail columbia! happy land! hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band! * * * * * f. s. key. _the star-spangled banner_. the star-spangled banner, o long may it wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! * * * * * albert g. greene. _old grimes_. old grimes is dead; that good old man, we ne'er shall see him more: he used to wear a long black coat, all buttoned down before. john louis uhland. _the passage_. _translated by mrs. sarah austin_. take, o boatman, thrice thy fee; take--i give it willingly; for, invisible to thee, spirits twain have crossed with me. * * * * * christopher p. cranch. _stanzas_. thought is deeper than all speech; feeling deeper than all thought; souls to souls can never teach what unto themselves was taught. * * * * * eaton stannard barrett. _woman_. not she with trait'rous kiss her master stung, not she denied him with unfaithful tongue; she, when apostles fled, could danger brave, last at his cross, and earliest at his grave. * * * * * miss fanny steers. _song_. the last link is broken that bound me to thee, and the words thou hast spoken have rendered me free. richard baxter. - . _love breathing thanks and praise_. i preached as never sure to preach again, and as a dying man to dying men. * * * * * roger l'estrange. - . _fables from several authors_. fable . though this may be play to you, 'tis death to us. * * * * * miscellaneous. _from apophthegms_, &c., first gathered and compiled in latin, by erasmus, and now translated into english by nicholas vdall. vo. . fol. . that same man, that rennith awaie, maie again fight an other daie. * * * * * _from the musarum deliciae_, compiled by sir john mennis and dr. james smith. he that fights and runs away may live to fight another day.[ ] [note : see butler--hudibras, _ante_, p. .] * * * * * richard grafton. _abridgement of the chronicles of englande_. . vo. "a rule to knowe how many dayes euery moneth in the yeare hath." thirty dayes hath nouember, aprill, june, and september, february hath xxviii alone, and all the rest have xxxi. * * * * * _the return from parnassus_. to. london. . thirty days hath september, april, june, and november, february eight-and-twenty all alone, and all the rest have thirty-one; unless that leap year doth combine, and give to february twenty-nine. * * * * * _lines used by joint hall, in encourage the rebels in wat tyler's rebellion. hume's history of england_, vol. i. chap. . note i. when adam dolve, and eve span, who was then the gentleman? * * * * * _from the garland, a collection of poems_. , by mr. br--st, author of a copy of verses called "the british beauties." praise undeserved is satire in disguise.[ ] [note : this line is quoted by pope, in the st epistle of horace, book ii,--"praise undeserved is _scandal_ in disguise."] thomas a kempis. - . _imitation of christ_. book i. chapter . man proposes, but god disposes.[ ] [note : this expression is of much creator antiquity, it appears in the chronicle of battel abbey, from to , page , lower's translation, and also in piers ploughman's vision, line .] book i. chapter . and when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind. book iii. chapter . of two evils, the less is always to be chosen. * * * * * francis rabelais. - . _translated by urquhart and motteux_. book i. chapter . note . to return to our muttons. book i. chapter . to drink no more than a sponge. * * * * * appetite comes with eating, says angeston. book i. chapter . he looked a gift horse in the mouth. by robbing peter he paid paul,... and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall. * * * * * he did make of necessity virtue. book iv. chapter . i'll go his halves. book iv. chapter . the devil was sick, the devil a monk would be; the devil was well, the devil a monk was he. * * * * * miguel de cervantes. - . _don quixote_. _translated by jarvis_. part i. book iv. ch. . every one is the son of his own works. part i. book iv. ch. . i would do what i pleased, and doing what i pleased, i should have my will, and having my will, i should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it. part ii. book i. ch. . every one is as god made him, and often-times a great deal worse. part ii. book iv. oh. . blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human thoughts. * * * * * sir philip sidney. - . _the defense of poesy_. he cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner. * * * * * i never heard the old song of percy and douglass, that i found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. * * * * * _arcadia_. book i. there is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil. * * * * * they are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. * * * * * thomas hobbes. - . _the leviathan_. part i. chap. . for words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools. * * * * * francis bacon. - . essay viii. _of marriage and single life_. he that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune, for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief. essay . _of studies_. some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. * * * * * reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. * * * * * histories make men wise, poets witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep, moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend. * * * * * john milton. - . _tract on education_. in those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and a sullennes against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. _the reason of church government urged against prelaty_. _introduction to book _. a poet soaring in the high reason of his fancy, with his garland and singing robes, about him. * * * * * beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies. * * * * * _areopagitica_. methinks i see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks i see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam. * * * * * _apology for smectymmius_. he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem. * * * * * thomas fuller. - . _holy state_. book ii. ch. . the good sea-captain. but our captain counts the image of god, nevertheless his image cut in ebony, as if done in ivory. book iii. ch. . of natural fools. their heads sometimes so little, that there is no more room for wit; sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room. book iii. ch. . of marriage. they that marry ancient people merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter. andronicus. ad. fin. . often the cockloft is empty, in those which nature hath built many stories high. * * * * * andrew fletcher of saltoun. - . _from a letter to the marquis of montrose, the earl of rothes, &c_. i knew a very wise man that believed that, if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation. * * * * * henry st. john, viscount bolingbroke. - . _on the study and use of history_. letter . i have read somewhere or other, in dionysius halicarnassus, i think, that history is philosophy teaching by examples. * * * * * benjamin franklin. - . _poor richard_. god helps them that help themselves. * * * * * dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of. * * * * * early to bed, and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. * * * * * three removes are as bad as a fire. * * * * * vessels large may venture more, but little boats should keep near shore. * * * * * you pay too much for your whistle. * * * * * _from a letter to miss georgiana shipley, on the loss of her american squirrel_. here skugg lies snug, as a bug in a rug. * * * * * laurence sterne. - . _tristam shandy_. vol. ii. chapter xii. go, poor devil, get thee gone; why should hurt thee? this world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me. vol. iii. chapter ix. great wits jump.[ ] [note : "good witts will jumpe."--_dr. couqham, camden soc. pub._, p. ] vol. iii. chapter xi. our armies swore terribly in flanders, cried my uncle toby--but nothing to this. vol. vi. chapter viii. and the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out for ever. * * * * * sentimental journey. page . "they order" said i, "this matter better in france." * * * * * _in the street_. _calais_. i pity the man who can travel from dan to beersheba, and cry, 'tis all barren. _the passport_. _the hotel at paris_. disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, slavery, said i, still thou art a bitter draught. * * * * * _maria_. god tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[ ] [note : "dieu mesure le vent a la brebis tondue."--_henri estienne_. _premices_. etc., p. , a collection of proverbs, published in .] * * * * * thomas paine. - . _letter to the addressers_. and the final event to himself (mr. burke) has been that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick. * * * * * _the crisis_. no. . these are the times that try men's souls. * * * * * _age of reason_. part ii. ad fin. (note). the sublime and the ridiculous are so often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. one step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again.[ ] [note : probably the original of napoleon's celebrated mot, "du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas."] * * * * * don joseph palafox. - . _at the siege of saragossa_. war to the knife. * * * * * thomas b. macaulay. _edinburgh review, oct., , on ranke's history of the popes_. she (the roman catholic church) may still exist in undiminished vigor, when some traveller from new zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of london bridge to sketch the ruins of st. paul's. * * * * * john randolph. - . _speeches_, . a wise and masterly inactivity. * * * * * washington irving. _the creole village_. the almighty dollar. * * * * * francis duc de rochefoucauld. - . _maxim ccxvii_. hypocrisy is a sort of homage that vice pays to virtue. * * * * * joseph fouche. - . it was worse than a crime, it was a blunder. * * * * * miscellaneous. "_the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church_." "plures efficimur, quoties metimur a vobis; semen est sanguis christianorum." _tertullian_ _apologet_., c. . * * * * * "_corporations have no souls_." "they (corporations) cannot commit trespass nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls."--_lord coke's reports_ part x. p. . * * * * * "_a rowland for an oliver_." "these were two of the most famous in the list of charlemagne's twelve peers; and their exploits are rendered so ridiculously and equally extravagant by the old romancers that from thence arose that saying among our plain and sensible ancestors of giving one a 'rowland for his oliver,' to signify the matching one incredible lie with another."--_warburton_. * * * * * "it is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not an r in their name to eat an oyster."--_butler's dyet's dry dinner_, . * * * * * "_hobson's choice_." "tobias hobson was the first man in england that let out hackney horses.--when a man came for a horse he was led into the stable, where there was a great choice, but he obliged him to take the horse which stood next to the stable door; so that every customer was alike well served according to his chance, from whence it became a proverb when what ought to be your election was forced upon you, to say 'hobson's choice.'"--_spectator_, no. . addenda. * * * * * shakespeare. _measure for measure_. act v. sc. . my business in this state made me a looker on here in vienna. _king henry vi_. part i. act i, sc. . hung be the heavens with black * * * * * milton. sonnet xi. _to cromwell_. peace hath her victories no less renowned than war. * * * * * george herbert. _the elixir_. a servant with this clause makes drudgery divine; who sweeps a room as for thy laws. makes that and the action fine. samuel butler _hudibras_. p. ii. c. i. line . love is a boy by poets styled; then spare the rod and spoil the child. * * * * * james thomson. _seasons_. _winter_, line . the kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid. william wordsworth _tintern abbey_. knowing that nature never did betray the heart that loved her. index abundance, every one that hath accidents by flood and field accoutred as i was aching void action, suit the, to the word actions of the just --like almanacs acts, little nameless ada, sole daughter of my house adam, whipped the offending --dolve and eve span --the son of, and of eve adversary, that mine, had written a book adversity, sweet the uses of adversity's sweet milk affection's mild age, my, is as a lusty winter --, be comfort to my --cannot wither her --, he was not of an --, for talking --, shakes athena's tower --, mirror to a gaping --, you'd scarce expect one of my ages, alike all --, three poets in three distant agree, where they do air is full of farewells airy nothing a local habitation --tongues aisle and fretted vault alabaster, like his grandsire cut in all things, prove --things to all men --things that are, are chased --that's bright must fade allegory, headstrong as an almanacs like actions of the last age almighty dollar alms, when thou doest alone, not good that man should be --, they are never, when with noble thoughts alpha and omega alps on alps arise altars, strike for your ambition, vaulting --should be made of sterner stuff --, to reign is worth angel, she drew down an --, a guardian, she angel, recording angels unawares --, make the, weep --trumpet-tongued --and ministers of grace --face shined bright --till our passion dies --are painted fair to look like you --, holy, guard thy bed --wake thee angels' visits, short and bright --short and far between angel-visits, few and far between anger of his lip --more in sorrow than in angry, be ye, and sin not anguish, pain is lessened by another's --, hopeless, poured his groan annals of the poor anointed, rail on the lord's answer, a soft, turneth away wrath anthem, pealing antidote, sweet oblivious anything, for what is worth in apostles fled, she when apostolic blows and knocks apothecary, civet, good apparel, proclaims the man apparitions seen and gone appearance, judge not by appetite, good digestion wait on appetite, cloy the hungry ed are of --, to breakfast with what --grown by what it fed on applaud these to the very echo apple of his eye appliances and means to boot apollo's lute, musical as apollos watered apprehension of the good april, june, and november arch of london bridge argue, though vanquished, he could argues yourselves unknown argument, staple of his armor, his honest thought arms, take your last embrace arrows, cupid kills with art, adorning thee with so much --grace beyond the reach of --, ease in writing comes from --, than all the gloss of --is long artaxerxes' throne arts and eloquence, mother of asbourne, down thy hill, romantic ashes to ashes --, e'en in our askelon, publish it not in the streets of ask, and it shall be given you asleep, the houses seem ass, write me down an assurance double sure athens, the eye of greece atlantean shoulders attempt, and not the deed, confounds audience, and attention drew audience fit, though few auld acquaintance authority, a little brief awake, arise, for ever fallen awe, in, of such a thing as i ax, laid to the root babe, bent o'er her babel, stir of the great bachelor, when i said i should die a backing, a plague upon such bacon shined, think haw badge of our tribe balances, thou art weighed in the ballad to his mistress' eyebrow ballad-mongers, one of these same meter ballads sung from a cart --of a people, write the balloon, huge bank, i know a banner, star-spangled banners, hang out our banquet's o'er when the barren, 't is all battalions, not single, but in battle, mighty fallen in --not to the strong --and the breeze --, perilous edge of --, freedom's, once began battles, fought his, o'er again battle's magnificently stern array battlements, bore stars be-all, this blow might to the bear, like the turk bears and lions grow! beaumont, lie a little nearer spenser beauties of the north --reveal while she hides beautiful, she's --, as sweet beauty truly blent --in his life --smiling in her tears --, fills the air around with --, lines where, lingers --, she walks in --, a thing of beaux, where none are bedfellows, strange beer, chronicle small bee, how doth the little busy bees, innumerable beetle, that we tread on beggar, dumb, may challenge double pity beggary in the love bell, silence that dreadful --, sullen, sounds as a bell, church-going belle, 't is vain to be a dells jangled, out of tune bent, fool me to the top of my bezonian? under which king bigness which you see bird of dawning --that shunn'st the noise of folly birth is but a sleep black spirits and white --to red began to turn blackberries, if reasons were as plenty as bladder, blows a man up like a blessed, more, to give blessings brighten as they take their flight --on him who invented sleep blest, man never is, but always to be blind, eyes to the blind, if the blind lead the bliss gained by every woe --, virtue makes the --, domestic happiness, thou only --, winged hours of blood, whoso sheddeth man's --, hot and rebellious liquors in my --, her pure and eloquent --, felt in the --of the martyrs blot, which dying he could wish to blow, might be the be-all blow, every hand that dealt the --, themselves must strike the blunder, frae mony a --, worse than a crime boast, the patriot's boatman, take thrice thy fee boats, little, should keep near shore body, absent in --form doth fake --, would almost say her, thought bond, nominated in the --, 't is not in the bondman, who would he a bondsmen, hereditary bone and skin, two millers thin bones, full of dead men's bononcini, compared to booby, who'd give her for another book, that mine adversary has written a --, your face is as a --'s a book books, making of, no end --in the running brooks --, wiser grow without his --cannot always please --, quit your --which are no --some to be tasted bores and bored born lowly, better to be borrower nor lender be bosom, cleanse the stuffed --'s lord sits lightly bosom of his father and his god boston, solid men of botanize upon his mother's grave bounds of modesty bounty, large was his bourbon or nassau bourne, no traveler returns bow, two strings to his bowl, mingles with my friendly boxes, a beggarly account of boy, once more who would not be a braggart, with, my tongue brain, raze out the written troubles of the --, very coinage of your brains, steal away their brass, evil manners live in brave, how sleep the --, on, ye --, home of the breach, more honored in the bread upon the waters breakfast with what appetite breast, light within his own clear --, eternal in the human breastplate, what stronger breath can make them --, weary of breathes there the man with soul so dead brevity is the soul of wit bridge of sighs briers, this working-day world is full of brightest and best of the sons of the morning britannia rules the waves --needs no bulwarks britons never will be slaves brook, noise like a hidden brooks, hooks in the funning brotherhood, monastic brow, when pain and anguish wring the braised reed brutus is an honorable man bubbles, the earth hath bucket, as a drop of a --, the old oaken bucks had dined bug, snug as a build, he lives to burden, the grasshopper a --, bear his own burning, one fire burns out another's bush, good wine needs no --, the thief doth tear each butterfly upon a wheel cabined, cribbed, confined caesar, not that i loved, less --hath went --, tongue in every wound of --dead and turned to clay cain the first city made cage, nor iron bars a cake is dough cakes and ale caledonia, stern and wild calf's-skin on those recreant limbs calumny, thon shalt not escape camel, swallow a --through the eye of a needle can such things be candle throws his beams --out, brief --, fit to hold a --hold, to the sun canon against self-slaughter canopied by the blue sky carcass is, there will the eagles be card, we must speak by the care adds a nail to our coffin --, knits up the ravelled sleave of --is an enemy to life cares, fret thy soul with --beguiled by sports --dividing cart, now traversed the casca, the envious cassius, darest thou leap cast, set my life upon a cat in the adage --will mew --, endow a college or a cataract, the sounding cataracts, silent cathay, cycle of cato, big with the fate of caucasus, thinking on the frosty cause, hear me for my caution, cold pausing cave, they enter the darksome caviare to the general celestial, rosy-red chaff, hid in two bushels of chalice, the ingredients of our poisoned chamber where the good man meets his fate chance that oft decides the fate of monarchs --to fall below demosthenes or cicero chances, most disastrous chaos is come again charge, chester, charge chapel, the devil builds a charities that soothe charity shall cover the multitude of sins charm, no need of a remoter charmer, t' other dear, away charmers sinner it charybdis, your mother chasteneth, whom the lord loveth, he chatham's language chatterton, marvelous boy chaucer, nigh to learned cheated, pleasure of being cheek, feed on her damask --, that i might touch, that --upon her hand --, he that loves a rosy cheek, iron tears down pluto's --, the roses from your cheer, be of good cheese, moon made of green cherry, like to a double chickens, all my pretty --, count your, ere they are hatched child, train up a --, i spake as a --, a wise father that knows his own --, to have a thankless --, a simple, that lightly draws its breath --is father of the man --, a curious --, a three years --, spoil the childhood, days of my childhood's hour childishness, second children of this world --of light --gathering pebbles --of larger growth children's sports satisfy the child chin, some bee had stung china fall chinks that time has made christ, for me to live is church, built god a church-going bell church, who builds to god a churchdoor, not so wide as a churchyards yawn cities, far from gay city sec upon a hill civet, good apothecary clapper-clawing classic ground clay, o'er informed the tenement of --, blind his soul with cloud out of the sea --capped towers --, overcome us like a summer's --, sable --but serves to brighten cloy the edge of appetite coach, go call a coals of fire on his head coat, he used to wear a long black coats, if there's a hole in a' your coil shuffled off this mortal college, die and endow a cologne, wash your city of colossus, bestride the world like a column, throws up a steamy combat deepens combination and a form indeed come live with me come what come may comforters, miserable coming events commentators, each dark passage shun --, plain communion sweet, quaff companions, i have had comparisons are odorous --are odious compass, a narrow compulsion, give you a reason on concealment, like a worm in the bud conceals, the maid who modestly conceits, be not wise in your own conclusion, most lame and impotent --, denoted a foregone concord of sweet sounds confirmations strong conflict, dire was the noise of conclusion, worse confounded congregate, merchants most do conjectures. i am weary of conquer love, they, that run away conquerors, a lean fellow beats all conscience with injustice is corrupted --makes cowards of us all --of her worth consideration, like an angel constable, outrun the consummation devoutly to be wished contemplation he, and valor, formed content, humble livers in --, farewell contentment, the noblest mind, has contradiction, woman's a cord be loosed corn, reap an acre of corporations, no souls corsair's name, he left a cottage, the soul's dark cottage, stood beside a counsels, perplex and dash maturest counselors, safety in the multitude of country, undiscovered --, god made the courage, screw your, to the sticking place --mounteth with occasion course, i have finished my --of true love never did run smooth course of empire courtesy, i am the very pink of counterfeit presentment coward, thou slave --upon instinct cowards die many times --, what can ennoble crabtree, and old iron rang creator, remember thy creature not too bright credulity, ye who listen with crime, within thee, undivulged --, it was worse than a critics, not trust in critical, nothing if not criticising elves cross, sparkling, she wore --, last at his crotchets in thy head now crown of glory crown, uneasy lies the head that wears a cruel as death crumbs, dogs eat of the crutch, shouldered his cry is still they come --and no wool cunning, let my right hand forget her cupid kills with arrows --is painted blind cups, freshly remembered in their flowing --that cheer but not inebriate current of a woman's will curses, rigged with, dark --, not loud, but deep custom stale her infinite variety cut, the most unkindest cycle and epicycle cynosure of neighboring eyes cypress and myrtle cytherea's breath daffodils that come before the swallow dagger i see before me daggers-drawing dale, haunts in dame, our sulky sullen dames, of ancient days damn with faint praise damnation, the deep, of his taking off damned to everlasting fame dan to beersheba dance, when you do --attendance daniel come to judgment dare, what man dare, i dark, illumine what is darkly, through a glass darkness visible dart, like the poisoning of a daughter, still harping on my david, nathan said to dawn, exhalations of the day, what a, may bring forth --, sufficient unto the --, jocund, stands tiptoe --, as it tell upon a --, brought back my night --. the great, important --, her suffering ended with the days, one of those heavenly --, race of other --, the melancholy dead and turned to clay --past bury its death, they were not divided in --in the pot death in the midst of life --, where is thy sting --, be thou faithful unto --most in apprehension --, the way to dusty --, the valiant lasts but once --grinned horrible --, soul under the ribs of --loves a shining mark --nature never made --, cruel as death, a simple child know of --, cowards sneak to --to us, play to you death's pale flag debt, a double, to pay decay, seen my fondest hopes decay's effacing fingers december, seek roses in decencies, those thousand --daily flow from decency, want of, want of sense --, emblems right meet of deed, so shines a good --without a name deeds, ill done --, we live in deep, vasty, spirits from the --yet clear --, in the lowest, a lower deer, let the strucken, go weep defence, immodest words admit of no defer, 'tis madness to degrees, fine by deliberation sat and public care delight to pass away the time --in this fool's paradise delightful task democraty, wielded at will that fierce den, beard the lion in his denied, lie comes too near who comes to be denmark, something rotten in depart, loth to derby dilly descent, claims of long description, beggared all desire, kindled soft --bloom of young despair, love can hope where reason would --, shall i wasting in --, depth of some divine despond, slough of destruction, pride goeth before devil can cite scripture --, give the, his due --. tell the truth and shame the --, resist the --take the hin'most --was sick --a monk was he --, go, poor dew, thaw and resolve itself into a dewdrop from the lion's mane dial to the sun dial, figures on a die, ay, but to --, stand the hazard of the --because a woman's fair --, taught us how to --let us do or --, heavenly days that cannot --, who tell us love can --, broke the, in moulding sheridan digestion wait on appetite dignity and love, in every gesture dine, wretches hang that jurymen may dined, the bucks had dinner of herbs, better is dire was the noise of conflict discontent, the winter of our --, waste long nights in pensive discretion the better part of valor disguise thyself as thou wilt distance lends enchantment distressed, griefs that harass the dividends, incarnation of fat divine, to forgive divinity in odd numbers divinity doth hedge a king --that shapes our ends --that stirs within us doctor, dismissing the doctors disagree, who shall decide when doctrine, orthodox dog, living, better than dead lion --, let no, bark --, not one to throw at a --, and bay the moon --will have his day --it was that died --, something better than his dogs eat of the crumbs --throw physic to the --, the little, and all dogs delight to bark and bite done quickly doom, stretch out to the crack of --, regardless of their door, sweetest thing beside dorian mood of flutes dove, that i had wings like a doves, harmless as dread of something after death dream, consecration and the poets --, a change came o'er the spirit of my --, life is but an empty dreams, we are such stuff as --, so full of fearful drink, if he thirst, give him --to me only --deep, or taste not --, pretty creature driveller and a show druid lies in yonder grave drum, not a, was heard drunken man, stagger like a dues, render unto all their dumb on their own merits duncan hath borne his faculties --is in his grave --, thou art --shalt thou return unto --, his enemies shall lick the duncan's return to the earth dust to dust --, smell sweet and blossom in the --, hearts dry as summer's --, the knight's bones are duty, perceive here a divided duties, primal, shine aloft dying man to dying men eagle mewing her mighty youth eagles gather where the carcass is eagle's fate and thine are one ear, word of promise to the --, give very man thy --, more is meant than meets the --, wrong sow by the earliest at his grave early to lied ears, let him hear that hath --, in my ancient earth to earth --, put a girdle round the --, thou sure and firm-set --, more things in heaven and --, so much of --, the common growth of mother --, but one beloved face on --, truth crushed to earthy, of the earth ease in mine inn --and alternate labor eat, drink, and be merry eaten me out of house and home echo, applaud thee to the very eclipse, built in the education forms the mind either, happy could i be with elegant sufficiency elephants, place for want of towns elements so mixed in him elms, immemorial eloquent, old man elysium, lap in it employments, how various his enchantment, distance lends endure, when pity, then, embrace endured, not to be enemies, his, shall lick the dust --, naked to mine enemy, feed thine engineer, hoist with his own petard england, with all thy faults, i love thee still enterprises, impediments to great envy withers at another's joy epitaph, believe a woman or an epitome, all mankind's err, to, is human error writhes with pain errors like straws upon the surface eruption, bodes some strange estate, fallen from his high eternal sunshine eternity to man ethiopian, can the, change his skin eve, from noon to dewy evening, welcome peaceful --, now came still events, coming --, spirits of great ever charming, ever new everything by starts evidence of things not seen evil, sufficient unto the day is the --, be not overcome of --communications corrupt good manners --report and good report --, money is the root of all --that men do lives after them --be thou my good --, still educing good evils, chose the least of two excel, 't is useless to excess, wasteful and ridiculous expectation, better bettered experience to make me sad extremes in nature eye for eye eye, let every, negotiate for itself --in a fine frenzy rolling --, looking on it with lack-luster --, white wench's black --, more peril in thine --sublime declared absolute rule --, heaven in her eyebrow, ballad made to his mistress' eyes to the blind --, no speculation in those --, look your last --, drink to me only with thine --, rapt soul sitting in thine --, not a friend to close his --, history in a nation's --the glowworm lend thee --, a man with large gray --, soul within her face, the mind's construction in the --, visit her too roughly --, human, divine --, no tenth transmitter of a foolish --, can't i another's, commend --, music breathing from her --in many a solitary place --, finer form or lovelier faces, the old familiar facts, indebted to his imagination for his faculties, so meek, bath borne his faculty divine fade, all that's bright must failings leaned to virtue's side fair, is she not passing --is foul --, none but the brave deserve the faith, we walk by --, remember your work or --, i have kept the --is the substance of --, no tricks in plain and simple --, his, perhaps might be wrong --, for modes of --and morals, milton held --, amaranthine flower of --, belief had ripened into falcon, towering in her pride fall, o what a, was there failing-off was there fame is the spur --, damned to everlasting --, hard to climb the steep of --, the martrydom of fame's proud temple famous by my pen --, awoke and found myself fancies, troubled with thick-coming fancy, chewing the food of 'sweet and bitter fancy's rays the hills adorning fashion passeth away --, glass of fast and furious fat, let me have men that are fate, take a bond of --, roll darkling down the torrent of father, no more like my faults, be blind to her, a little blind --, with all the, i love thee still favorite, to be a prodigal's fawning, thrift may follow fear, perfect love casteth out --, with hope, farewell fearfully and wonderfully made fears, saucy doubts and --, our hopes belied our feast, bare imagination of a --of nectared sweets --of reason feather, of his own, espied a --, a wit 's a --, to waft a feature, cheated of feel, would make us, must feel themselves feelings, great, came to them feels, meanest thing that feet beneath her petticoat --like snails did creep feet, standing with, reluctant felicity, we make or find our own fell, i do not like thee, doctor fellow that had losses --of infinite jest fellow-feeling makes us kind female errors fall fever, after life's fitful few are chosen field be lost, what though the fields, 'a babbled of green fiery soul working out its way fife, ear-piercing fight, i have fought a good fights and runs away, he that fine, by degrees --by defect finger, slow unmoving fire, while was musing, the --, great a matter kindled by a little --, one, burns out another's --, pale his uneffectual --, three removes as bad as a fires, their wonted firmament, the spacious fit audience find, though few fit'-, 'twas said by flame, adding fuel to the flanders, our armies swore terribly in flesh, all, is grass --is weak --, o that this too, too solid --is heir to --and blood can't bear it flint, wear out the everlasting flood, taken at the flow of soul flower, full many a floweret of the vale flowre, or herbe, no daintie fly, to drown a foe, unrelenting, to love foemen worthy of their steel foes, thrice he routed all his folly as it flies --grow romantic --, when woman stoops to food, minds not ever craving for --, pined and wanted --, nature's daily fool to make me merry --, at thirty man suspects himself a --must now and then be right fools, yesterdays have lighted --, suckle --rush in where angels fear to tread --they are who roam --who came to scoff --, paradise of fools, in idle wishes foot, o, so light a forefathers of the hamlet sleep forever fortune wilt thou prove forget! illness, steep my senses in forgive, to, is divine form, mould of fortune, railed on lady --, leads on to fortune's power, i am not now in forty pounds a year, rich with foxes have holes fragments, gather up the frailty, thy name is woman france, they order this better in free, who would be freedom from her mountain height --shrieked when kosciusko tell freedom's battle once begun freeman, whom the truth makes free free-will, foreknowledge absolute friend, a handsome house to lodge a --, knolling a departing friends, call you that backing of your --thou hast and their adoption tried friendship constant, save in love affairs front, his fair large frosty but kindly fruit, known by his --, the ripest first falls fuel to the flame full, without o'erflowing funeral baked meats furious, fun grew fast and furnace, sighing like fury, full of bouce and --with the abhorred shears --, filled with gain, to die is gale, simplest note that swells the gall enough in thy ink galligaskins, have long withstood garland and singing robes gath, tell it not in gather ye rosebuds gay, and innocent as genius, when all of which can perish, dies gentle yet not dull geographers, in afric maps gentleman and scholar --, where was then the gentlemen who write with ease ghost, there needs no --, like an ill-used giant dies giant's strength, excellent to have a gibes, where be your giftie gie us, o wad some power the gilead, is there no balm in girdle round about the earth glare, maidens are caught by glass darkly, through a --, he was indeed the glory, the paths of --, trailing clouds of --, who track the steps of --, rush to glory's morning gate glove, o that i were a glowworm, her eyes the, lend thee glowworms uneffectual fire gnat, strain at a go and do thou go, soul, the body's guest go his halves god and mammon --hath joined together --, had i but served my --the first garden made --, just are the ways of --, the noblest work of --save the king --the father, god the son --made the country --helps them that helps themselves --tempers the wind going, stand not upon the order of your gold, all that glisters is not --, gild refined good for us to be here --, all things work together for good, hold fast that which is --men and true --in everything --, men do, is oft interred with their bones --the more communicated --the gods provide thee --by stealth --, luxury of doing --, some fleeting --die first good-night, to all, to each goose-pen, though thou write with a grace, the melody of every --was in all her steps --beyond the reach of art --, the power of --, purity of grandsire frisked grapes, have eaten sour grasshopper shall be a burden gratulations flow in streams unbounded grave, with sorrow to the --, where is thy victory --to gay --, hungry as the --, glory leads but to the --, lucy is in her --, glory or the graves, find ourselves dishonorable --stood tenantless great, none think the, unhappy greatness, some achieve, etc. --, a long farewell to all my greece, and fulmined over grecian chisel trace greek, it was, to me --as naturally as pigs squeak greeks, when greeks joined grew together, like a double cherry gray hairs with sorrow to the grave grief, patience smiling at --, every one can master a --, a plague of sighing and --, perked up in a glistering --, of my distracting griefs, some, are med'cinable --that harass the distressed groan, hopeless anguish, poured his groans, mine old, ring yet groves were god's first temples ground, on classic grundy, what will mrs., say gudgeons, ere they're catched guest, the going --, speed the parting guides, blind habit, costly thy habitation, a local hail, holy light --, wedded love hair to stand on end --, distinguish and divide a hal, no more of that halter, now fitted the --draw, no man e'er felt the hand, against every man --, cloud like a man's --findeth to do, do it --, thy left, know, etc. --, with an unlineal --open as day --, leans her cheek upon her --which beckons me --in hand through life handel's but a ninny handle not, taste not hands, folding of handsaw, know a hawk from a happiness thro' another's eyes --true source of human --, virtue alone is --, if we prize harmony in her bright eye harness, him that girdeth on his --on our back harping on my daughter harps on the willows hart ungalled play harvest truly is plenteous hat much the worse for wear hated, needs but to be seen hatred, love turned to haughtiness of soul haughty spirit before a fall haunts, exempt from public havoc, cry he that is not with me he that would not when he might he may run that readeth it --who runs may read --that runs may read --prayeth well and beat head, the hoary --, hairs of your, numbered --, uneasy lies the --is not more native --, my imperfections on my --, and front of my offending --, repairs his drooping --, off with his --, plays round the --, his small --, a useless lesson to the heads, hide their diminished hearse, underneath this sable heart, man after his own --, hope deferred maketh the, sick --knoweth his own bitterness --, out of the abundance of --, be not troubled --, merry, goes all the day --, untainted heart, ruddy drops of my sad --, not more native to the --, conies not to the --a transport know --untraveled turns to thee --distrusting asks if this be joy --, music in my --, felt along the --, never melt into his --, tale to many a feeling --on her lips --, an arrow for the --, on and up where nature's hearts, ay in my heart of --, of all that human, endure --pour a thousand melodies heaven, droppeth as the gentle rain from --, winds of --of hell --, better to reign in hell than serve in --, hell i suffer seems a --in her eye --, quite in the verge of --tries our virtues by affliction --commences ere the world be past --, so much of --and home, kindred points of --, spires point to --god alone was to be seen in heaven's hand, argue not against heavens, hung be the hecuba to him heed, take, lest be fall height of this great argument heir to, that flesh is hell it is in suing long to bide --no fury like a woman scorned hercules, than i to hermit, man the hero perish or sparrow fall herod, cat-herods high, to soar so --life furnishes high characters hill, a cot beside the hills peep o'er bills --, o'er the, and far away --, heart beats strong amid the hinges, pregnant, of the knee hint, upon this, i spake hip, i have thee on the history or by tale --, this strange, eventful --read in a nation's eyes --is philosophy teaching by examples hit, a very palpable hitherto shalt thou come hobson's choice hole, might stop a hold a candle holy text she strews homage that vice pays to virtue home, man goeth to his long home, eaten me out of house and --, best country ever is at homer, read, once homes, homeless near a thousand honest man's the noblest work honesty, armed so strong in honor, prophet not without --, to pluck right --, loved i not, more --but an empty bubble --, the post, of, is a private station --and shame from no condition rise --grip, feel your honor's lodged, place where honors thick upon him hoop's bewitching round hope deferred --, no other medicine but --, true, is swift --, tender leaves of --never comes that come to all --, farewell --springs eternal --, while there's life there's --, none without, e'er loved --withering fled --for a season bade farewell hopes, my fondest, decay --belied our fears horatio, more things in heaven and earth horse, my kingdom for a --, the gray mare the better --, flying --, dearer than his hospitable thoughts intent hostages to fortune hour, some wee short hours, wise to talk with our past --, unheeded flew the house of feasting --, ill spirit have so fair a house to be let for life household words houses, a plague o' both the --seem asleep housewife that's thrifty how happy is he born and taught howards, not all the blood of all the hue, mountain in its azure human face divine --, to err is humanity, imitated so abominably --, wearisome condition of --, sad music of --, suffering sad humility, pride that apes hurt of a deadlier sort hush, my dear, lie still and slumber hyacinthine locks hyperion to a satyr --curls hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue "i dare not" wait upon "i would," i owe you one i would do what i pleased ice, to smooth the --, be thou chaste as idea, teach the young idiot, tale told by an idler, busy world an if is the only peacemaker if all the world and love were young ignorance, let me not burst in --is bliss --of wealth ill wind turns none to good ills, bear those, we have --the scholar's life assail --, a prey to hastening image of god in ebony imagination bodies forth --, to sweeten my --boast hues like mature --for his facts imaginings, present fears less than horrible immodest words admit of no defence immortal, grow, as they quote immortality, quaff --, this longing after immortals never appear alone imparadised in one another's arms impediment, marched on without impediments to great enterprises imperfections on my head impossible can't be inactivity, masterly increase of appetite independence let me share indian, lo the poor infancy, heaven lies about us in infirmities, a friend should bear a friend's ingratitude, unkind as man's inn, take mine ease in mine --, warmest welcome at an innocence, and mirth insides, carrying three insubstantial pageant instincts unawares insults unavenged iron entered into his soul --, rule thee with a rod of --, the man that meddles with cold isles, ships that sailed for sunny jade, let the galled, wince jail, the patron and the jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster jerusalem, if i forget thee jest, put his whole wit in a jest, the most bitter is a scornful jests, indebted to his memory for his jew, hath not a, eyes --, i thank thee jewel, a precious, in his head jews might kiss and infidels adore john, print it, some said joint, the time is out of jove laughs at lover's perjuries joy, the oil of --, glides the smooth current o' domestic --, forever, a thing of beauty is a joys, fading, we dote upon --must flow from ourselves júdean, like the base judges soon the sentence sign judgments as our watches julius, ere the mightiest, fell june, leafy month of --, seek ice in juno's eyes, sweeter than the lids of jurymen may dine justice, this even-handed keeper, am i my brother's kick where honor's lodged kid, the leopard lie down with the kin, makes the whole world kin, a little more than kind, fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kindness, too full of the milk of human king, every inch a --, catch the conscience of the --, here lies our sovereign lord, the --himself has followed her kingdom, my mind to me a kings it makes gods kiss, one kind, before we part --, my whole soul through a --snatched hasty kisses after death remembered kitten, and cry mew knave, how absolute the, is knaves, untaught, unmannerly knee, crook the hinges of the knell that summons thee --, the shroud, etc. --rung by fairy hands knew, carry all he knife, war to the knight, a prince can mak' a belted knock and it shall be opened know then thyself known, to be forever kosoiusko fell labor of love --, we delight in labor, ease and alternate laborer worthy of his reward laborers are few ladies be but young and fair --, intellectual lady doth protest too much lady's in the case lamb to the slaughter --of god, behold the --, una with her milk white land, far into the bowels of the --, light that never was on --, my own, my native --of brown heath --, know ye the --of the free landscape tire the view language-nature's end of --, that those lips had large streams from little fountains flow lark at heaven's gate sings lasses, then she made the last, not least, in love --at his cross --link is broken late, known too laugh, the world and its dread --that spoke the vacant mind law, love is the fulfilling of the --, rich men rule the --, seven hours to law, sovereign, sits empress laws grind the poor laws in-lungs call cause or cure lay, go forth my simple leaf, lade as a --, the sear, the yellow leap, look before you ere you learning, whence is thy --, a little is a dangerous thing leather or prunella leaven leavenet the whole lump leer, assent with civil legion, my name is leopard, his spots less, beautifully --, of two evils choose the let dearly or let alone --others hail libertine, the air a chartered liberty, i must have, withal lief not be, as live to be life, death in the midst of --, the crown of --, care's an enemy to --, nothing became him like the leaving of his --, i bear a charmed --in short measures, may perfect be --, slits the thin spun --, while there is, hope --'s a jest --, protracted, is protracted woe --'s dull round life, love of, increased with years --, variety 's the spice of --, how pleasant is thy morning --, thou art a galling load --, best portion of a good man's --, blandishments of, are gone --, one crowded hour of --, like a thing of --, the wave of --is but an empty dream light, walk while ye have --, a burning and a shining --, casting a dim, religious --, swift-winged arrows of lights, burning --that mislead the morn --of mild philosophy lilies of the field, consider the lily, to paint the line upon line --, we carved not a lines fallen in pleasant places lion in the way --, living dog better than a dead --, the devil as a roaring --, beard the lion-heart, lord of the lion's hide, thou wear a --inane, dewdrop from the lip, coral, admires --, i ne'er saw nectar on a lips, when i ope my --were red --, smile on her --, heart on her --, o that thou had language liquors, hot and rebellions lisped in numbers live, taught us how to --while you live --to please, must please to live lively to severe livery of heaven lives, lovely and pleasant in their lobster, boiled like, a local habitation and a name locks, never shake thy gory lodge in some vast wilderness loins be girded look, a lean and hungry --before you leap --, longing, lingering looker-on here in vienna looks, the cottage might adorn lord hath taken away --, bosom's, sits lightly --of himself though not of lands --fanny spins a thousand such a day lords, wish to be who love their --of human kind lords, stories of great losses, fellow that had lost, who neither won nor lothario, is this that gallant, gay lot's wife, remember love to me was wonderful --, greater, hath no man --, labor of --casteth out fear --, she never told her --sought is good --looks not with the eyes --never did run smooth --, last not least in --, beggarly in --prove variable --, ecstasy of --, live with me, and be my --'s proper hue --in every gesture --, pity's akin to --and hate in like extreme --, an unrelenting foe to --, purple light of --of life increased with years --, all ministers of --in such a wilderness --is heaven --, true, is the gift of heaven --rules the court --, deep as first --is a boy loved not wisely --and lost, better to have loveliness needs no ornament lover, why so pale lover's perjuries lower, he that is down can fall no lucifer, falls like lucre, not greedy of filthy luster, i ne'er could any, see lute, listened to a luxury of doing good --cursed by heaven s decree --to be lydian airs, lap me in lying, this world is given to lyre waked to ecstasy macduff, lay on mad, that he is, 'tis true --, pleasure in being --, an undevout astronomer is madness, tho' this be, yet there 's method in it --, great wits allied to --to defer magic numbers maid who modestly conceals --none to love and praise maiden meditation --of bashful fifteen --shame, blush of maidens are caught by glare malice, nor set down aught in mammon, ye cannot serve god and man should not be alone --is born unto trouble man, mark the perfect --, stagger like a drunken --under his fig-tree --shall not live by bread alone --, profited, for what is --lay down his life --, be born again --soweth, that shall he reap --shall bear his own burden --, proud man --, a proper, as any one shall see --that hath no music --dare do all that may become a --dare, i dare --, could have better spared a better --so faint, so spiritless --, this is the state of --that hangs on princes' favors --of such a feeble temper --, this was a --'s as true as steel --take him for all in all --, what a piece of work is --delights not me --that is not passion's slave --, give the world assurance of a --, wished heaven had made her such a --, old, eloquent --that meddles with cold iron man, beware the fury of a patient --, as tree as nature first made --, happy the, and happy lie alone --, expatiate free o'er all this scene of --never is, but always to be blest --, the proper study of mankind is --virtuous and vicious must be --, worth makes the --, honest, the noblest work of god --of ross --, where the good, meets his fate --of wisdom is the man of years --wants but little --makes a death nature never made --, all may do what has been done by --that blushes is not quite a brute --, little round, fat, oily --forget not, though in rags he lies --to all the county dear --, abridgment of all that was pleasant in --recovered of the bite --, be felt as a --is the noblest growth our realms supply --, gently scan your brother --, her 'prentice han' she tried on --'s inhumanity to man man's the gowd for a' that --, pity the sorrows of a poor old --, child is father of the --, teach you more of --prayeth well and best --, a sadder and a wiser --of woe, i was not always --with soul so dead --, i love not, the less --'s best things --proposes, god disposes --, no, suddenly good --, full, made by reading mankind, wisest, brightest, meanest of --, survey, from china to peru manna, his tongue dropped manners, evil communications corrupt good mansions, many, in my father's house many are called mar what's well march, beware the ides of --, in life's morning --, the stormy, has come mare, gray, the better horse margin, a meadow of mariners of england mark, death loves a shining --, the archer little meant marmion, the last words of marriage bell, merry as a --tables, coldly furnish forth the married, i did not think to live till i were marrying ancient people mars, an eye like martyrs, blood of the mary hath chosen that good part mast, nail to the mattock and the grave may, chills the lap of maze, a mighty meaner beauties of the night medes and persians, law of the medicine, miserable have no other meditation, fancy free melancholy, green and yellow --, most musical melodies, a thousand melody, crack the voice of melrose, if thou wouldst view memory, walton's heavenly --, begin to throng into my, men, are you good and true --have died --, in the catalogue ye go for --'s evil manners live in brass --, sleek-headed --, tide in the affairs of men made by nature's journeymen --, justify the ways of god to --, busy hum of --are but children --, impious, bear sway --, some to business take --think all men mortal --talk only to conceal their mind --, rich, rule the law --were deceivers ever --who their duties know --, schemes of mice and --by losing rendered sager --, world knows nothing of its greatest --, beneath the rule of --, lives of great, remind us merchants most do congregate mercy and truth are met --is not strained --, temper justice with --, shut the gates of merit, as if her, lessened yours --, modest men dumb on their own mermaid, things done at the merriment, flashes of merry when i hear sweet music metal more attractive --, sonorous metaphysic wit, high as mettle, grasp it like a man of mice, like little, stole in and out --, best laid schemes of midnight dances --oil consumed mien, vice is a monster of so frightful might, he that would not when he mighty, how are the, fallen miles, might travel, twelve stout milk of human kindness --and water, o mill, brook that turns a millions of spiritual creatures millstone hanged about his neck milton, some mute, inglorious mind, be fully persuaded in --, diseased, minister to a --'s eye, horatio --, farewell the tranquil --, out of, out of sight --, musing in his sullein --is its own place --, men talk only to conceal their --, gives to her, what he steals from her youth --forbids to crave --, she had a frugal --, how fleet is a glance of the --to mind --, magic of the --, meccas of the minds, innocent and quiet minds are not ever craving mine own, do what i will with minister, one fair spirit for my minnows, triton of the miracle instead of wit mirror up to nature mirth, within the limit of becoming --grew fast and furious miserable have no other medicine miseries, in shallows and in misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows --, steeped to the lips in misery's darkest cavern mistress of herself tho' china fall mob of gentlemen modesty, bounds of moment, and give to god each monarch of all i survey monastic brotherhood money the root of all evil --, still get --, so much as 't will bring monster, a faultless months without an r mood, unused to the melting --, that blessed moon, pluck honor from the pale-faced --, swear not by the --, the inconstant --is made of green cheese --shine at full or no moonlight sleeps upon this bank moor, lady married to the moral, to point a more to that which had too much --than painting can express morn to noon he fell --from black to red began to turn morrow, take no thought for the mortal, all men think all men --know through a crown's disguise mortals, not in, to command success --, some feelings are to, given mother, so loving to my --, where yet was ever found a --is a mother still --, happy he with such a moths, maidens like motley is the only wear mould, mortal mixture of earth's mountain tops, misty --, robes the --waves, her march is o'er the mountains interposed make enemies --, greenland's icy mourning, the oil of joy for mouth, out of thine own --, gift horse in the --, put an enemy in their muck, run a multitude of counselors murder, one, makes a villain murmurs, hollow, died away music the food of love --, never merry when i hear --, the man that hath no --, discourse most excellent --of her face --hath charms to soothe --, heavenly maid --, sphere-descended maid --, his very foot has music's golden tongue musical as is apollo's lute muttons, to return to our myself, awe of such a thing as i mystery, burden of the --of mysteries myrtle, cypress and naiad or a grace name, deed without a --, what's in a --, filches from me my good --, mark the marble with his --, at which the world grew pale --, the magic of a --, phoebus, what a names, one of the few immortal narcissa's last words nathan said to david nation exalted by righteousness --, a small one a strong --, noble and puissant nations are as a drop of a bucket --, mountains make enemies of native and to the manner born --wood-notes wild nature's own sweet cunning hand --'s soft nurse --, one touch of --might stand up --, hold the mirror up to --'s journeymen had made men --could no farther go --'s chief masterpiece --made thee to temper man --'s walks --up to nature's god --, extremes in --to advantage dressed --'s sweet restorer --, who can paint like --, mute, mourns when the poet dies --'s teachings --, sullenness against --'s cockloft empty --never did betray the heart that loved her nazareth, can any good come out of necessity, to make a virtue of need, deserted at his utmost needful, one thing is needle, true as the nests, birds of the air have --, no birds in last year's nettle, tender-handed stroke a news, first bringer of unwelcome night, i have passed a miserable --, the very witching time of --, ye meaner beauties of the --, silver lining on the --, day brought back my --hideous --, beauty like the --, azure robe of nightingale was mute nights are wholesome niobe, all tears --of nations ninny, handel's but a no pent-up utica no hammers fell nobility, betwixt the wind and his nods and becks north, unripened beauties of the norval, my name is not she with traitorous kiss notes by distance --, a duel's amang ye takin' nothing, an infinite deal of --if not critical notion, foolish numbers, divinity in odd nun, the holy time is quiet as a nutmeg-graters, be rough as nymph, in thy orisons nympholepsy of some fond despair observance, the breach than the observed of all observers ocean, deep bosom of the --, a painted odd numbers, divinity in odious, comparisons are odorous, comparisons are off with his head offense is rank offending, head and front of my office, hath but a losing officer, fear each bush an offspring of heaven first-born oil, consumed the midnight old man eloquent --grimes is dead oliver, rowland for an omega, alpha and one that hath, unto every --kind kiss before we part --, the many must labor for the --line, could wish to blot --is content, no more to desire --is as god made him onward, bear up and steer light opinions, halt ye between two, ii --have bought golden --, stiff in --backed by a wager optics sharp it needs oracle, i am sir --of god orators repair orb in orb order of, stand not upon the --is heaven's first law --this matter in france ore, and tricks with new-spangled orient pearl, sowed the earth othello's occupation's gone out of mind, oat of sight outrun the constable owl, was by a mousing, hawked at own, do what i will with mine ox, better than a stalled oxlips and the nodding violet oyster, then the world's mine oysters not good without an r in the month pain, the labor we delight in physics --is lessened by --, die of a rose in aromatic --, heart that never feels a --, a stranger yet to pains, pleasure ill poetic painting, more than, can express pale, prithee, why so palinurus nodded palm, bear thy, alone --, like some tall palpable, clothing the pangs of guilty power pantaloon, lean and slippered paradise of fools --, walked in parallel, none but himself can be his parent of good parish church, plain as way to parting' in such sweet sorrow partitions thin their bounds divide party, gave up to, what was meant for mankind passing fair, is she not passion, till our, dies --, the ruling passions fly with life pastures lie down in green --, and fresh fields patches, a king of shreds and patience on a monument peace, all her paths are --, piping times of peace and rest can never dwell --, makes a solitude and calls it --hath her victories pearls before swine --did grow, how --, who would search for pearls at random strung peasantry, a bold pebbles, as gathering pen of a ready writer --, make thee famous by my --dropped from an angel's wing --mightier than the sword pendulum, man, thou pensioner, a miser's people, thy, shall be my perdition catch my soul peril in thine eye perilous edge of battle perjuries, jove laughs at lover's persuaded, lit every man be fully persons, no respect of petticoat, feet beneath her phalanx, in perfect phantasma, like a phantoms of hope philistines be upon thee philosopher that could bear the toothache philosophy, hast any, in thee --, adversity's sweet milk --, dreamt of in your --, divine, charming is --. in the calm light of mild --, teaching by examples physic to the dogs --, take physician, is there no --, heal thyself picture, look here upon this pierian spring pigmies are pigmies still pigmy body, fretted the, to decay pigs squeak, as naturally as pilgrim shrines, such graves are pilot of the galilean lake pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain pink of courtesy pines, silent sea of pin's fee, set my life at a pitch, he that toucheth pitcher be broken pitiful, 't was wondrous pity, he hath a tear for --'t is, 't is true --, challenge double --melts the mind to love --'s akin to love --gave ere charity began --the sorrows of a poor old man place, jolly, in times of old places, lines in pleasant plan, not without a --, the simple plato, thou reasonest well play's the thing --, as good as a playmates i have had pleasantness, her ways are ways of pleased, i would do what i pleasure of being cheated pleasure, sweet is after pain --in being mad --at the helm --with reason mixed --in poetic pains pleasures, dance attendance on plowshares, swords into poet's eye in a fine frenzy --'s pen turns them to shape --soaring in the high reason of his fancy poetic pains, there is a pleasure in poetical, i would the gods had made thee poets in three distant ages --intellible forms of pole, true as the needle to the pomp, take physic --, lick absurd poor always ye have --, simple annals of the --, laws grind the pope of rome, more than the poppies, pleasures are like poppy nor mandragora porcelain clay of humankind porcupine, like quills upon the fretful pot, death in the poverty, not my will, consents --, steep me in --, depressed, slow rises worth by power, take, who have the powers that be, ordained of god prague's proud arch praise, the garments of --, damn with faint --, solid pudding against empty --all his pleasure --, blame, love --, none named thee but to --undeserved praising what is lost pray, remained to prayer, whenever god erects a house of --all his, business --, the imperfect offices of preached as never to preach again precept upon precept preparation, dreadful note of prevaricate, ralpho, thou dost priam's curtains pricks, hard to kick against the pride goeth before destruction --fell with my fortunes --and haughtiness of soul --in their port --that licks the dust --, soul that perished in his --, blend our pleasure or --that apes humility primrose, sweet as the primrose, was to him a yellow princedoms, virtue's powers princes, sweet aspect of print, pleasant to see one's name in prior, what once was matthew prison make, stone walls do not a procrastination is the thief of time prologues, happy, to the swelling act promise, keep the word of proof, give me ocular proofs of holy writ prophet not without honor prophets, pervert the propriety, frights the isle from her prove all things proverb and a by-word providence their guide prow, youth at the prunella, leather or psalms, purloin the punishment greater than i can bear pure, all things pure to the purpose, infirm of --, nighty, never is o'ertook purse, who steals my, steals trash pyramids in vales quality, a taste of your quarrel, sudden and quick, in quarrel, that hath his, just question, that is the quickly, well it were done quiet, rural quips and cranks quivers, the devil hath not in his race, not to the swift --, boast a generous --is rim, i bow to that whose --, forget the human --, rear my dusky --of other days rachel weeping for her children rack, leave not a, behind rage, could swell the soul to raggedness, looped and windowed rags, the man forget not in rain from heaven droppeth rainbow, add another hue unto the rake, woman is at heart a ralph to cynthia howls rank is but the guinea's stamp rat, i smell a rattle, pleased with a ravens, he that feedeth the ravishment, divine, enchanting ray, tints to-morrow with prophetic read, mark, learn reap, as you sow, y' are like to reason, no other but a woman's --upon compulsion --noble and most sovereign --for my rhyme --, make the worse appear the better --, the feast of --with pleasure mixed reasons are as two grains of wheat reckoning, so comes a red spirits and pay redeemer liveth, my religion, humanities of remember such things were remorse, farewell remote from men --, unfriended reputation, seeking the bubble --dies at every word resignation slopes the way resolution, native hue of retirement urges sweet return retreat, loopholes of reveals while she hides revelry, there was a sound of revels now are ended rhetoric, ope his mouth for rhine, wash the river rhyme nor reason --, and build the lofty --the rudder is --, one for sense and one for rhyme, dock the tail of rialto, on the ribbon, give me what this, bound rich man and the camel --, not gaudy --with forty pounds a year richard is himself again riches, make themselves wings ridiculous and the sublime right, whatever is, is righteous forsaken --overmuch righteousness and peace --exalteth a nation ripe and ripe road, a rough, a weary roam, where'er i robbed, lie that is robbing peter he paid paul hobes and furred gowns hide all rocket, rose like a rod, and thy staff --, a chief's a --of empire --, spare the roderick, art them a friend to rogue, every inch not fool is roman, than such a --senate long debate romans, countrymen, and lovers rome, palmy state of --, more than the pope of romeo, wherefore art thou ronne, to waite, to ride, to room, ample, and verge enough --, who sweeps a root, the axe is laid to the rose, happier is the, distilled --by any other name --in aromatic pain --fairest when budding rosebuds, gather ye roses, the scent of the ross, the man of rot and rot rowland for an oliver rub, ay, there's the rubies, wisdom priced above --, where grew the ruin or to rule the state --upon ruin --, beauteous, lovely in death rule thee with a rod of iron --, eye sublime declared absolute --, the good old run, that he may, that readeth runs, who, may read rural quiet rustic moralist sadder and a wiser man sage, lie thought as a sail, set every threadbare saint, 't would provoke a st. john mingles with my bowl saints in crape and lawn --, his soul is with the salt of the earth samson, the philistines be upon thee satan, get thee behind me satire's my weapon --in disguise saul and jonathan, undivided in death savage, wild in woods, the noble saviour's, the, birth is celebrated scars, he jests at sceptre, a barren, in my gripe schemes, best laid school, the village master taught his little science, o star-eyed scoff, came to scorn, he will laugh thee to --, what a deal of, looks beautiful --, fixed figure, for the time of --, laughed his word to scraps of learning dote, on screw your courage scripture, the devil can cite scylla, your father sea, light that never was on --, mysterious union with the --, first that burst into that sea, alone, alone, on a wide --, like ships that have gone down at --, glad waters of the dark blue --, the open seals of love second childishness sect, slave to no see oursel's as others see us seek and ye shall find seems, madam, i know not self-slaughter, canon 'gainst sensations sweet sense, one for --, want of decency is want of sentiment, pluck the eye of sepulchres, whited sermons in stones serpent sting thee twice serpents, be ye wise as servant can make drudgery divine service, i have done the state some servitude, base laws of shade, sitting in a pleasant --, a more welcome --, ah, pleasing --, softening into shade --, boundless contiguity of --of that which once was great shadow, life is but a walking shadow, float double, swan and shadows come like --, coming events cast their, before shaft that made him die --at random sent shakespeare, sweetest, fancy's child shall i, wasting in despair shame, an erring sister's --, blush of maiden shape, take any, but that --, thou com'st in such a questionable --, execrable --, if shape it might be called shapes and beckoning shadows she walks in beauty shears, fury with the abhorred shell, convolutions of a --, music slumbers in the shepherd, habt any philosophy in thee sheridan, broke the die in moulding ship, idle as a painted ships that have gone down at sea --that sailed for sunny isles shocks, the thousand natural shoe has power to wound shoot, to teach the young idea how to shore, rapture on the lonely --, dull, tame show, that within which passeth --, a driveller and a shrewsbury clock, fought a long hour by should auld acquaintance shrine of the mighty shut, shut the door sigh, passing tribute of a --no more, ladies sighed and looked again --unutterable things sign, dies and makes no sight, out of, out of mind --, loved not at first seigniors, grave and reverend silence is the perfectest herald of joy --in love bewrays more woe --, ye wolves --, come then, expressive siloa's brook simplicity a child sin, fools make a mock at --of the world --, wages of, is death --, no, for a man to labor in his vocation single blessedness sinned against, more sinning, more sinned against than sins, charity shall cover the multitude of sion hill delight thee more sires, few sons attain the praise of their sires, green graves of your sirups, drowsy, of the world six hundred pounds a year sixpence, i give thee skies, looks commencing with the --, raised a mortal to the skill, is but a barbarous sky, forehead of the morning --, the storm that howl along the --, souls are ripened in our northern --, star sinning in the --, canopied by the blue slain, thrice he slew the slaughter, lamb to the --forbade to wade through slave, base is the, that pays slavery or death, which to choose --a bitter draught slaves, what can ennoble -, britons never will be sleep, he giveth his beloved --of a laboring man --, folding the hands to --, our life is rounded with a --knits up the raveled sleave of care --, gentle sleep --, some must watch, while some must --, tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, undisturbed --, blessings on him who invented --, the mantle that covers all human thought sleeve, wear my heart upon my slept, thought her dying when she sloth finds the down pillow hard slough of despond sluggard, 't is the voice of the slumber, a little small latin and less greek --things compared with great smell, ancient and fish like smels, throwe her swete, al around smile that glowed celestial --, to share the good man's smiles, seldom he --, kisses, tears, and snails, her pretty feet, like snake, we hat'e scotched the --like a wounded sneer, without sneering --, laughing devil in his snow whiter than the driven snug as a bug society where none intrudes soldier full of strange oaths solid men of boston solitude is sometimes but society --, how passing sweet is --, where are thy charms --, inward eye of --, makes a, and calls it peace something too much of this son of his own works song of percy and douglass sophonisba, o sorrow, pluck from the memory a rooted --, wear a golden --, parting is such sweet --, to pine with feare and --, her rent is --, some natural sorrow returned with the morn sorrows come not single --, transient soul, the iron entered into his --, lose his own --. thou hast much goods --, harrow up thy --, lay not that flattering unction to your --, to fret thy, with crosses --is form --of the age --like seasoned timber --, a happy --'s dark cottage --, take the prisoned --under the ribs of death soul, pride and haughtiness of --smiles at the drawn dagger --, the flow of --, palace of the soul --is wanting there --, that eye was in itself a --is dead that slumbers souls, immediate jewel of their --sympathize with sounds --, corporations have no sound and fury --, persuasive --, an echo to the sense --the clarion --, sweet is every sounding brass source of sympathetic tears south, o'er my ear like the sweet sow, wrong, by the ear soweth, shall reap, as he space and time annihilate spare the rod sparks fly upward sparrow, caters for the --, providence in the fall of a --, fall, or hero perish speak of me as i am spears into pruning-hooks speculation in those eyes speech, thought deeper than speed the going guest --the parting guest spenser, renowned spin, nor toil not spirit wounded --, haughty --return unto god --indeed is willing --, present in --stirring drum --of my dream --or more welcome shade spiriting, do my, gently spirits are not finely touched --from the vasty deep --twain spite,-in learned doctors splenetive and rash spoken at random sponge, drink no more than a spot is cursed, the springes to catch woodcocks spur to pride the sides of my intent squeak as naturally as pigs stage, where every man must play --, all the world's n --, struts and frets his hour upon the --, the wonder of our --, veteran on the --, poor, degraded stale, hat, and unprofitable stand and wait stanley, on stanza, who pens a star, love a bright, particular --, thy soul was like a --, stay the morning stars, shooting, attend --hide their diminished heads --, battlements bore starts, everything by state, a pillar of --, what constitutes a statue that enchants the world stealth, do good by steed, farewell the neighing steel, though locked up in --, my man 's as true as --, grapple with hooks of sticking place, screw your courage to the still to be neat --achieving, still pursuing sting, o death, where is thy stir, the fretful stoicism, the romans call it stolen, not wanting what is stomach's sake, a little wine for the stone, fling but a --, underneath this, doth lie --, we raised not a stones, sermons in --prate of my whereabouts --of rome stories, long, dull, and old storm, pelting of this pitiless --, directs the storms of life, rainbow to the story, i have none to tell strange, 't was passing strangers, to entertain --, by, honored straw, tickled with a streets, a lion is in the --, squeak and gibber in the strength, king's name is a tower of --, lovely in your strife, dare the elements to striving to better strong, battle not to the --upon the stronger side --without rage studies, still air of delightful study, much, is weariness stuff as dreams are made of --, ambition 's made of sterner sublime, to suffer and be strong --and the ridiculous success, 't is not in mortals to command suffer, how sublime to sufferance is the badge suffering ended with the day --, child of suing long to bide sullenness against nature sum of more, giving thy summer, made glorious --of your youth summons, upon a fearful summits, clad in colors of the air sun, no new thing under the --of righteousness arise --let not the, go down upon, your wrath --, doubt the, doth move --goes round, take all the rest the --, benighted walks under the midday --, as the dial to the --, farthing candle to the --, hail the rising --, hold their glimmering taper to the --. world without a sunday shines no sabbath day sunlight drinketh dew sunshine made, and in the shady place suspicion haunts the guilty mind swan on st. mary's lake --, sweet, of avon sweet, so coldly sweet day, so cool, so calm sweetness, linked, long drawn out --, waste its swift, race not to the --expires, a driveller swine, cast not your pearls before swoop, at one fell sword, glorious by my --, another's, has laid him low sword, pen mightier than the swords into plowshares syllable men's names table on a roar take, o take those lips away --her up tenderly tale that is told --, and thereby hangs a --, tedious as a twice-told --, an honest, speeds best --unfold --, a round, unvarnished --, every shepherd tells his --the moon takes up the wondrous --, to point a moral, or adorn a --so sad, so tender --, makes up life's --, as 't was said to me --, 't is an old --, a schoolboy's --which holdeth children from play talk, i never spend an hour's --, ye gods, how lie will tall oaks from little acorns grow tam was glorious taste of your quality tear, some melodious --, he gave to misery a --in her eye --, betwixt a smile and --, every woe can claim tears, if you have --such as angels weep tears, iron, down plato's cheek --sacred source of --, baptized in --, too deep for --, flattered to --from despair --, idle tears temple, nothing ill can dwell in such a temples, groves were god's first tenderly, take her up tenor, noiseless, of their way terror, there is no, in your threats text, a rivulet of that it should come to this theban, talk with this learned there, 't is neither here nor thespis, the first professor of our art thetis, lap of they conquer love that run away thick and thin, to dash through thief in the night, will come as a --doth 'fear each bush thing, acting of a dreadful --, never says a foolish things left undone --, unutterable --, god's sons are think too little, and talk too much --those that, must govern thinks most, lives most thorn, withering on the virgin thou art the man thought, thy wish was father of that --sicklied o'er with the pale cast of --, would almost say her body --, armor is his honest --, whistled for want of --, too much thinking to have common --, not, one immoral --, the dome of --, the power of --, deeper than speech thoughts, a dark soul and foul --that breathe --too deep for tears --, great thousand, one shall become a thread of his verbosity thrift, thrift, horatio --may follow fawning thrones, dominations throng the lowest of your thumbs, by the pricking of my thunder, lightning, or in rain thwack, with many a stiff thyme, whereon the wild, grows tide in the affairs of men tidings, dismal, when he frowned tie, the silken tilt at all i meet timber, seasoned, never gives time and the hour --, to the last syllable of recorded --so hallowed and gracious --, not of an age, but for all --shall throw a dart at thee --, how small a part of --, with thee conversing, i forgot all --, what will it not subdue --'s noblest offspring --, we take no note of --toiled after him in vain --adds increase to her truth --has not cropt the roses --, noiseless foot of --count by heart-throbs --, footprints on the band of --has laid his hand gently --, break the legs of times that try men's souls tinkling symbols toad, ugly and venomous to be or not to be to-day, be wise toe, on the light fantastic toil, envy, want the jail --, those who think must govern those who --and trouble, why all this tolerable and not to be endured tomb of him who would have made glad the world tombs, hark from the to-morrow, boast not thyself of --and to-morrow --, do thy worst --, already walks tongue, braggart with my --let the canded --that shakespeare spake --, music's golden tongues in trees too late i stayed tooth for tooth --sharper than a serpent's toothache, philosopher that could endure the torrent of a woman's will --, roll darkling down the --, and whirlwind's roar torrents, motionless touch not, taste not --harmonious towered cities please us towers, the cloud-capt trade's proud empire train up a child train, a melancholy traitors, our doubts are traps, cupid kills with tray, blanch, and sweetheart treasure is, your heart will be where your tree, like a green bay --is known by his fruit tree's inclined, as the twig is bent --of deepest root is found trees, tongues in tribe, the badge of our --, richer than all his trick worth two of that tricks, fantastic tried, she is to blame who has been trifles light as air triton of the minnows troop, farewell the plumed trope, out there flew a trouble, war, he sung, is toil and troubles, arms against a sea of trowel, laid on with a troy, half his, was burned --, fired another true so sad, so tender, and so truth, doubt, to be a liar --in every shepherd's tongue --from pole to pole --, whispering tongues can poison --crushed to earth --, bright countenance of turf, green be the tweedledum and tweedledee twilight gray, in sober livery two strings to his bow type of the wise unadorned, adorned the most unanimity is wonderful uncertain, coy, and hard to please uncle, o my prophetic soul i my underneath this stone doth lie --sable hearse uneasy lies the head unfit, for all things unfortunate, one more unity, to dwell together in universe, born for the unknown, too early seen --, argues yourselves unseen, born to blush unwept, unhonored and unsung unwhipped of justice uses, to what base utterance of the early gods utica, no pent-up vale of life --, meanest floweret of the valiant taste of death but once vallombrosa, leaves that strew the brooks in valor, discretion the better part --is oozing out vanity and vexation of spirit vanity of vanities variety, her infinite --'s the spice of life vase, you may shatter the vault, the deep, damp --, fretted vaulting ambition vein, i am not in the venice, i stood in verbosity, thread of his verge enough vernal seasons of the year verse, married to immortal --, wisdom married to immortal verses, for rhyme the rudder is veteran, superfluous lags the vice, when, prevails --is a monster vices, small --, our pleasant vienna, looker-on here at victims, the little, play victorious o'er all the ills of life view, when will the landscape tire the village master taught villain, one murder makes a violet, nodding grows --, throw a perfume on the --by a mossy stone violets, breathes upon a bank of --plucked ne'er grow again virtue of necessity --, assume a --is her own reward --alone is happiness --makes the bliss --, homage that vice pays to virtue linked with one virtues, we write in water --, be to her, very kind virtuous, dost think because thou art visage, on his bold visible, darkness vision, write the, and make it plain --, baseless fabric of a --and faculty divine visits, like angel's --like those of angels vocation, 't is my voice, a still, small --, i hear a, you cannot --of nature cries from the tomb --in my dreaming ear melted voices, earth with her thousand void, have left an aching volume, within that awful vote that shakes the turrets of the land voyage of their life waist, hands round the slight wait, they also serve who stand and walk while ye have the light --of virtuous life wall, weakest goes to the want lonely, retired to die wanting, art found war, let slip the dogs of --is toil and trouble war, then was the tug of --, my voice is still for --to the knife warble his native wood-notes warriors feel, stern joy which watch and pray watches, our judgments as our water, unstable as --, leadeth me beside the still --, drink no longer --, smooth runs the --, the conscious, saw its god --everywhere waters, cast thy bread upon the --, the hell of --, she walks the wave o' the sea waves, here shall thy proud, be stayed way of life, fallen into the sear and yellow leaf --, noiseless tenor of their way, amend your --of god are just --, untrodden we watched her breathing weakest goes to the wall weariness can snore upon the flint wearisome condition of humanity weep no more, lady well, not so deep as a --, not wisely, but too --of english undefyled westward the course of empire whale, very like a what care i how fair she be --, he knew what's whatever is, is right wheel broken at the cistern --, who breaks a butterfly upon a when shall we three meet again whereabout, prate of my wherefore, for every why he had a whining schoolboy whip, in every honest hand a whirlwind, they shall reap the --, ride in the whispering lovers made --will ne'er consent whispers of fancy whistle, clear as a whistled as he went whither thou goest i will go who builds a church to god --runs may read wicked cease from troubling --flee when no man pursueth wife, you are my true and honorable --and children impediments to great enterprises wiles, simple will, he that complies against his will turn the current of a woman's --, if she will willows, hanged our harps on the win, they laugh that wind, did fly on the wings of the --, they have sown the --bloweth us it listeth --, sits the, in that corner --, as large a charter as the --, blow, thou winter --, blow, come wrack --and his nobility --, idle, as the --, blow and crack your cheeks --. ill, turns none to good --, shrink from sorrow's keenest --, hope constantly in --, god tempers the windows richly dight wine for the stomach's sake --, good, needs no hush --of life --, o thou invisible spirit of wing dropped from an angel's wings like a dove --, riches make themselves --, arise with healing in his --, flies with swallow's winter, my age is as a lusty --of our discontent --lingering chills the lap of may wisdom priced above rubies --finds a way wise in your own conceit --saws and modern instances --be not worldly --folly to be wisely, loved not wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best --, brightest, meanest of mankind wish was father to that thought wit, brevity is the soul of --, his whole, in a jest --, true, is nature to advantage, dressed --, that can creep --, a man in --, accept a miracle instead of witty in myself wits' end, at their --, keen encounter of our --, to madness near allied woe, trappings and the suits of --, mockery of --is life protracted --, heritage of --, truth denies all eloquence to wolf dwell with the lamb woman's reason, no other but a --, o, i could play the --, she is a --in this humor wooed --, an excellent thing in --, frailty, thy name is --, lovely woman's, nature made thee to temper man --that deliberates is lost --scorned, no fury like a --'s at best a contradiction --is at heart a rake --will or won't --'s will, to turn the current of a --'s will, stem the torrent of a --stoops to folly --, nobly planned --, in our hours of ease --, light of a dark eye in womankind, faith in women, passing the love of --'s weapons, water-drops --, hear these telltale --wish to be who love their lords won, showed how fields were wonder, without our special --grew that one small head --of an hour wooed that would be wood, the deep and glooomy --, one impulse, from a vernal woodcocks, springes to catch woods and pastures new --, pleasure in the pathless wool, all cry and no word, for teaching me that --to throw at a dog word of caesar against the world --, suit the action to the --, whose, no man relies on --at random spoken --, that fatal words, familiar as household --, immodest, admit of no defence --are men's daughters --that burn --are wise men's counters world, light of the --, children of the --, i hold the world but as the --, a good deed in a naughty --, full of briers is this working-day --, how wags the --is given to lying --of happy days --, start of the majestic --, uses of this --, lash the rascal naked through the --, give the, the lie --was all before them --, look round the habitable --, so stands the statue that enchants the --'s dread laugh --, unintelligible --, fever of the --too much with us --, i have not loved the --falls, when rome falls --knows nothing of its greatest men world's wide enough for thee and me worlds, mine arm should conquer twenty --, wreck of matter and the crush of --, exhausted, and imagined new --, allured to brighter worm dieth not worms have eaten them worse, greater feeling to the worship god, he says worth, conscience of her --, what is, in anything --by poverty depressed --makes the man --, sad relic of departed wound, he jests at scars that never felt a wrack, blow wind, come wrath, soft answer turneth away --, let not the sun go down upon your --, nursing her, to keep it warm wreck of matter wretches, poor naked --, feel what, feel --hang that jurymen may dine writ, and what is, is writ writer, pen of a ready writing, true ease in wrong, always in the wrongs unredressed year, starry girdle of the --, saddest days of the years, we spend our --, love of life increased with years, dim with the mist of --, live in deeds, not yesterdays have lighted fools yorick! alas poor york, this sun of young, and now am old --, when my bosom was --, and both were yours, as if her merit lessened youth, remember thy creator --in the 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undertaking is disaster of thy own making lest thou commence to lie--be dumb! no runner can outstrip his fate 'tis the first step that makes a path when to loquacious fools with patience rare i listen the shaving of shagpat, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] arm'd with fear the foe finds passage to the vital part fear nought so much as fear itself if thou wouldst fix remembrance--thwack! nought credit but what outward orbs reveal the overwise themselves hoodwink the king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown vanity maketh the strongest most weak where fools are the fathers of every miracle who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue the shaving of shagpat, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a woman's at the core of every plot man plotteth every failure is a step advanced failures oft are but advising friends like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth more culpable the sparer than the spared persist, if thou wouldst truly reach thine ends too often hangs the house on one loose stone the shaving of shagpat, all [gm# ][gm v .txt] a woman's at the core of every plot man plotteth arm'd with fear the foe finds passage to the vital part delay in thine undertaking is disaster of thy own making every failure is a step advanced failures oft are but advising friends fear nought so much as fear itself how little a thing serves fortune's turn if thou wouldst fix remembrance--thwack! lest thou commence to lie--be dumb! like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth more culpable the sparer than the spared no runner can outstrip his fate nought credit but what outward orbs reveal persist, if thou wouldst truly reach thine ends ripe with oft telling and old is the tale the curse of sorrow is comparison! the king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown the overwise themselves hoodwink 'tis the first step that makes a path too often hangs the house on one loose stone vanity maketh the strongest most weak when to loquacious fools with patience rare i listen where fools are the fathers of every miracle who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue ordeal richard feverel, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a style of affable omnipotence about the wise youth after five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes an edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer complacent languor of the wise youth huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded it is no use trying to conceal anything from him it was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths no! gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards our new thoughts have thrilled dead bosoms rogue on the tremble of detection rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual she can make puddens and pies the born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe there is for the mind but one grasp of happiness those days of intellectual coxcombry troublesome appendages of success wisdom goes by majorities woman will be the last thing civilized by man ordeal richard feverel, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] and so farewell my young ambition! and with it farewell all true and to these instructions he gave an aim: "first be virtuous" in sir austin's note-book was written: "between simple boyhood..." it was now, as sir austin had written it down, the magnetic age laying of ghosts is a public duty on the threshold of puberty, there is one unselfish hour seed-time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on they believe that the angels have been busy about them who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered young as when she looked upon the lovers in paradise you've got no friend but your bed ordeal richard feverel, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a young philosopher's an old fool! cold charity to all i cannot get on with gibbon in our house, my son, there is peculiar blood. we go to wreck! our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher ordeal richard feverel, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] although it blew hard when caesar crossed the rubicon as when nations are secretly preparing for war the world is wise in its way the danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable wise in not seeking to be too wise yet, though angels smile, shall not devils laugh ordeal richard feverel, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty come prepared to be not very well satisfied with anything habit had legalized his union with her hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman his equanimity was fictitious his fancy performed miraculous feats how many instruments cannot clever women play upon i ain't a speeder of matrimony opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder serene presumption the pilgrim's scrip remarks that: young men take joy in nothing threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity to be passive in calamity is the province of no woman unaccustomed to have his will thwarted women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters ordeal richard feverel, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a maker of proverbs--what is he but a narrow mind wit feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being further she read, "which is the coward among us?" gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little hermits enamoured of wind and rain heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use i rather like to hear a woman swear. it embellishes her! i beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care intensely communicative, but inarticulate just bad inquirin' too close among men january was watering and freezing old earth by turns south-western island has few attractions to other than invalids take 'em somethin' like providence--as they come task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women this was a totally different case from the antecedent ones ordeal richard feverel, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] a woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization a style of affable omnipotence about the wise youth a maker of proverbs--what is he but a narrow mind wit a young philosopher's an old fool! after five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship although it blew hard when caesar crossed the rubicon among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes an edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer and so farewell my young ambition! and with it farewell all true and to these instructions he gave an aim: "first be virtuous" as when nations are secretly preparing for war behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty cold charity to all come prepared to be not very well satisfied with anything complacent languor of the wise youth feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being further she read, "which is the coward among us?" gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little habit had legalized his union with her hermits enamoured of wind and rain hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use his equanimity was fictitious his fancy performed miraculous feats how many instruments cannot clever women play upon huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded i rather like to hear a woman swear. it embellishes her! i beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care i ain't a speeder of matrimony i cannot get on with gibbon in our house, my son, there is peculiar blood. we go to wreck! in sir austin's note-book was written: "between simple boyhood..." intensely communicative, but inarticulate it was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach it is no use trying to conceal anything from him it was now, as sir austin had written it down, the magnetic age january was watering and freezing old earth by turns just bad inquirin' too close among men laying of ghosts is a public duty minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths no! gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards on the threshold of puberty, there is one unselfish hour opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher rogue on the tremble of detection rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual seed-time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on serene presumption she can make puddens and pies south-western island has few attractions to other than invalids take 'em somethin' like providence--as they come task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women the pilgrim's scrip remarks that: young men take joy in nothing the world is wise in its way the danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable the born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe there is for the mind but one grasp of happiness they believe that the angels have been busy about them this was a totally different case from the antecedent ones those days of intellectual coxcombry threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity to be passive in calamity is the province of no woman troublesome appendages of success unaccustomed to have his will thwarted who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered wise in not seeking to be too wise woman will be the last thing civilized by man women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters yet, though angels smile, shall not devils laugh you've got no friend but your bed young as when she looked upon the lovers in paradise sandra belloni, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] being heard at night, in the nineteenth century pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge his alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move i had to make my father and mother live on potatoes i had to cross the park to give a lesson she was perhaps a little the taller of the two the circle which the ladies of brookfield were designing the gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement the philosopher (i would keep him back if i could) they had all noticed, seen, and observed sandra belloni, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her i cannot delay; but i request you, that are here privileged i detest anything that has to do with gratitude love, with his accustomed cunning no nose to the hero, no moral to the tale nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted one of those men whose characters are read off at a glance the majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths they, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule sandra belloni, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] and, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit passion does not inspire dark appetite--dainty innocence does the sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized the woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, you have not to be told that i desire your happiness above all wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man sandra belloni, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a marriage without love is dishonour bear in mind that we are sentimentalists--the eye is our servant i am not ashamed love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly love the poor devil my mistress! my glorious stolen fruit! my dark angel of love poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing olympus to ask revived for them so much of themselves solitude is pasturage for a suspicion victims of the modern feminine'ideal' sandra belloni, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] am i ill? i must be hungry! depreciating it after the fashion of chartered hypocrites. fine shades were still too dominant at brookfield he thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well i know that your father has been hearing tales told of me my voice! i have my voice! emilia had cried it out to herself she had great awe of the word 'business' sandra belloni, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] active despair is a passion that must be superseded but love for a parent is not merely duty had shakespeare's grandmother three christian names? littlenesses of which women are accused love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty our partner is our master passion, he says, is noble strength on fire silence was their only protection to the nice feelings the dismally-lighted city wore a look of judgement terrible to see the sentimentalist goes on accumulating images true love excludes no natural duty sandra belloni, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a plunge into the deep is of little moment and he passed along the road, adds the philosopher it was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast my engagement to mr. pericles is that i am not to write man who beats his wife my first question is, 'do he take his tea?' oh! beastly bathos on a wild april morning once my love? said he. not now?--does it mean, not now? so it is when you play at life! when you will not go straight to know that you are in england, breathing the same air with me we are, in short, a civilized people we have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems what was this tale of emilia, that grew more and more perplexing sandra belloni, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] a plunge into the deep is of little moment a marriage without love is dishonour active despair is a passion that must be superseded am i ill? i must be hungry! and, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit and he passed along the road, adds the philosopher bear in mind that we are sentimentalists--the eye is our servant being heard at night, in the nineteenth century beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge but love for a parent is not merely duty depreciating it after the fashion of chartered hypocrites. emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her fine shades were still too dominant at brookfield had shakespeare's grandmother three christian names? he thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well his alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move i had to cross the park to give a lesson i cannot delay; but i request you, that are here privileged i had to make my father and mother live on potatoes i detest anything that has to do with gratitude i know that your father has been hearing tales told of me i am not ashamed it was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast littlenesses of which women are accused love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty love the poor devil love, with his accustomed cunning man who beats his wife my first question is, 'do he take his tea?' my mistress! my glorious stolen fruit! my dark angel of love my voice! i have my voice! emilia had cried it out to herself my engagement to mr. pericles is that i am not to write no nose to the hero, no moral to the tale nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted oh! beastly bathos on a wild april morning once my love? said he. not now?--does it mean, not now? one of those men whose characters are read off at a glance our partner is our master passion does not inspire dark appetite--dainty innocence does passion, he says, is noble strength on fire pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing olympus to ask revived for them so much of themselves she was perhaps a little the taller of the two she had great awe of the word 'business' silence was their only protection to the nice feelings so it is when you play at life! when you will not go straight solitude is pasturage for a suspicion the majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss the circle which the ladies of brookfield were designing the woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, the sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized the dismally-lighted city wore a look of judgement terrible to see the sentimentalist goes on accumulating images the gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement the philosopher (i would keep him back if i could) their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths they, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep they had all noticed, seen, and observed to know that you are in england, breathing the same air with me true love excludes no natural duty victims of the modern feminine 'ideal' we have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems we are, in short, a civilized people what was this tale of emilia, that grew more and more perplexing wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule you have not to be told that i desire your happiness above all rhoda fleming, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] but great, powerful london--the new universe to her spirit but the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... but you must be beautiful to please some men dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women it was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill mrs. fleming, of queen anne's farm, was the wife of a yeoman my plain story is of two kentish damsels the idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked dahlia's irony the kindest of men can be cruel william john fleming was simply a poor farmer rhoda fleming, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a fleet of south-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky borrower to be dancing on fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen powers who feed us dead britons are all britons, but live britons are not quite brothers he had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine he tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer land and beasts! they sound like blessed things my first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house then, if you will not tell me to be a really popular hero anywhere in britain (must be a drinker) you're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake rhoda fleming, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] all women are the same--know one, know all exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy he will be a part of every history (the fool) i never pay compliments to transparent merit i haven't got the pluck of a flea love dies like natural decay pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love the woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master the backstairs of history (memoirs) to be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck with this money, said the demon, you might speculate work is medicine rhoda fleming, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk full-o'-beer's a hasty chap gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars he lies as naturally as an infant sucks i would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service inferences are like shadows on the wall marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love one learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it rhoda will love you. she is firm when she loves sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you the unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die you choose to give yourself to an obscure dog rhoda fleming, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] you who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear can a man go farther than his nature? cold curiosity found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death sinners are not to repent only in words so long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat there were joy-bells for robert and rhoda, but none for dahlia rhoda fleming, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] a fleet of south-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky all women are the same--know one, know all ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk borrower to be dancing on fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss but you must be beautiful to please some men but the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... but great, powerful london--the new universe to her spirit can a man go farther than his nature? childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen powers who feed us cold curiosity dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... dead britons are all britons, but live britons are not quite brothers developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death full-o'-beer's a hasty chap gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars he had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine he tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer he lies as naturally as an infant sucks he will be a part of every history (the fool) i haven't got the pluck of a flea i never pay compliments to transparent merit i would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service inferences are like shadows on the wall it was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill land and beasts! they sound like blessed things love dies like natural decay marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love mrs. fleming, of queen anne's farm, was the wife of a yeoman my first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house my plain story is of two kentish damsels one learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it rhoda will love you. she is firm when she loves silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love sinners are not to repent only in words so long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you the unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die the kindest of men can be cruel the idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked dahlia's irony the backstairs of history (memoirs) the woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master then, if you will not tell me there were joy-bells for robert and rhoda, but none for dahlia to be a really popular hero anywhere in britain (must be a drinker) to be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck william john fleming was simply a poor farmer with this money, said the demon, you might speculate work is medicine you who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear you choose to give yourself to an obscure dog you're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake evan harrington, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a man who rejected medicine in extremity a share of pity for the objects she despised a sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged a youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart accustomed to be paid for by his country british hunger for news; second only to that for beef brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces by forbearance, put it in the wrong cheerful martyr common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors embarrassments of an uncongenial employment empty stomachs are foul counsellors equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait few feelings are single on this globe gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors he squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence his wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together i'll come as straight as i can informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men it was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality it's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it lay no petty traps for opportunity looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride men they regard as their natural prey most youths are like pope's women; they have no character occasional instalments--just to freshen the account oh! i can't bear that class of people partake of a morning draught patronizing woman propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does requiring natural services from her in the button department said she was what she would have given her hand not to be she was at liberty to weep if she pleased she, not disinclined to dilute her grief speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? tenderness which mrs. mel permitted rather than encouraged to be both generally blamed, and generally liked to let people speak was a maxim of mrs. mel's, and a wise one toyed with little flowers of palest memory tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill true enjoyment of the princely disposition what he did, she took among other inevitable matters whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse with a proud humility you rides when you can, and you walks when you must youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums evan harrington, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] adept in the lie implied commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is he grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him he had his character to maintain i 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object i take off my hat, nan, when i see a cobbler's stall incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature it's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age no great harm done when you're silent taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature tears that dried as soon as they had served their end that beautiful trust which habit gives that plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat the ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt the grey furniture of time for his natural wear you're the puppet of your women! what's an eccentric? a child grown grey! evan harrington, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin a woman rises to her husband. but a man is what he is abject sense of the lack of a circumference amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse because men can't abide praise of another man brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind but a woman must now and then ingratiate herself can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve command of countenance the countess possessed damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel english maids are domesticated savage animals every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are good nature, and means no more harm than he can help graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception have her profile very frequently while i am conversing with her he was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered i did, replied evan. 'i told a lie.' is he jealous? 'only when i make him, he is.' make no effort to amuse him. he is always occupied married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money notoriously been above the honours of grammar our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience remarked that the young men must fight it out together rose was much behind her age rose! what have i done? 'nothing at all,' she said says you're so clever you ought to be a man she believed friendship practicable between men and women the countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality the letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame when you run away, you don't live to fight another day with good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything you do want polish you talk your mother with a vengeance evan harrington, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower an obedient creature enough where he must be bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications enamoured young men have these notions gossip always has some solid foundation, however small he kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow i will tell' i always wait for a thing to happen first i never see anything, my dear love is a contagious disease never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities one seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal she did not detest the countess because she could not like her thus does love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory past touching a nerve unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her evan harrington, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a madman gets madder when you talk reason to him ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner and not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home any man is in love with any woman believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning feel no shame that i do not feel! feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with found it difficult to forgive her his own folly good and evil work together in this world hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' he has been tolerably honest, tom, for a man and a lover i cannot live a life of deceit. a life of misery--not deceit if we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play first it is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love listened to one another, and blinded the world maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm my belief is, you do it on purpose. can't be such rank idiots no conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent one fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose play second fiddle without looking foolish second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so the commonest things are the worst done the thrust sinned in its shrewdness those numerous women who always know themselves to be right two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her what will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us when testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy why, he'll snap your head off for a word evan harrington, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] after a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics if i love you, need you care what anybody else thinks pride is the god of pagans read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies refuge in the castle of negation against the whole army of facts speech is poor where emotion is extreme the power to give and take flattery to any amount what a stock of axioms young people have handy when love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice you accuse or you exonerate--nobody can be half guilty evan harrington, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a man to be trusted with the keys of anything because you loved something better than me bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth from head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace gratuitous insult how many degrees from love gratitude may be in truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody it 's us hard ones that get on best in the world it is better for us both, of course never intended that we should play with flesh and blood she was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers spiritualism, and on the balm that it was we deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles evan harrington, all [gm# ][gm v .txt] a woman rises to her husband. but a man is what he is a share of pity for the objects she despised a sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged a youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart a man who rejected medicine in extremity a lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin a madman gets madder when you talk reason to him a man to be trusted with the keys of anything abject sense of the lack of a circumference accustomed to be paid for by his country adept in the lie implied admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower after a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse an obedient creature enough where he must be and not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home any man is in love with any woman because you loved something better than me because men can't abide praise of another man because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind british hunger for news; second only to that for beef brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces but a woman must now and then ingratiate herself by forbearance, put it in the wrong can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve cheerful martyr command of countenance the countess possessed commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning embarrassments of an uncongenial employment empty stomachs are foul counsellors enamoured young men have these notions english maids are domesticated savage animals equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait feel no shame that i do not feel! feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with few feelings are single on this globe forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence found it difficult to forgive her his own folly friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with from head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace good nature, and means no more harm than he can help good and evil work together in this world gossip always has some solid foundation, however small graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception gratuitous insult habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' have her profile very frequently while i am conversing with her he has been tolerably honest, tom, for a man and a lover he grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him he was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered he kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow i will tell' he had his character to maintain he squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence his wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics how many degrees from love gratitude may be i 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object i cannot live a life of deceit. a life of misery--not deceit i take off my hat, nan, when i see a cobbler's stall i always wait for a thing to happen first i never see anything, my dear i did, replied evan. 'i told a lie.' i'll come as straight as i can if we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play first if i love you, need you care what anybody else thinks in truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men is he jealous? 'only when i make him, he is.' it 's us hard ones that get on best in the world it is better for us both, of course it was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality it is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love it's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it it's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere lay no petty traps for opportunity listened to one another, and blinded the world looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount love is a contagious disease make no effort to amuse him. he is always occupied man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm men they regard as their natural prey men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age most youths are like pope's women; they have no character my belief is, you do it on purpose. can't be such rank idiots never intended that we should play with flesh and blood never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities no great harm done when you're silent no conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent notoriously been above the honours of grammar occasional instalments--just to freshen the account oh! i can't bear that class of people one fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose one seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies partake of a morning draught patronizing woman play second fiddle without looking foolish pride is the god of pagans propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience refuge in the castle of negation against the whole army of facts remarked that the young men must fight it out together requiring natural services from her in the button department rose was much behind her age rose! what have i done? 'nothing at all,' she said said she was what she would have given her hand not to be says you're so clever you ought to be a man second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so she did not detest the countess because she could not like her she was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor she, not disinclined to dilute her grief she believed friendship practicable between men and women she was at liberty to weep if she pleased sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers speech is poor where emotion is extreme speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays spiritualism, and on the balm that it was such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature tears that dried as soon as they had served their end tenderness which mrs. mel permitted rather than encouraged that plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat that beautiful trust which habit gives the ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt the countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality the letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit the commonest things are the worst done the thrust sinned in its shrewdness the power to give and take flattery to any amount the grey furniture of time for his natural wear those numerous women who always know themselves to be right thus does love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory past to be both generally blamed, and generally liked to let people speak was a maxim of mrs. mel's, and a wise one took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her touching a nerve toyed with little flowers of palest memory tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted true enjoyment of the princely disposition two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her we deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles what a stock of axioms young people have handy what will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us what he did, she took among other inevitable matters what's an eccentric? a child grown grey! when testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy when you run away, you don't live to fight another day when love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse why, he'll snap your head off for a word with good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything with a proud humility wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice you do want polish you talk your mother with a vengeance you accuse or you exonerate--nobody can be half guilty you rides when you can, and you walks when you must you're the puppet of your women! youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums vittoria, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] footing up a mountain corrects the notion (that i am important) he saw far, and he grasped ends beyond obstacles poetry does much upon reflection, but it has to ripen within you there is comfort in exercise, even for an ancient creature such as i am vittoria, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] agostino was enjoying the smoke of paper cigarettes anguish to think of having bent the knee for nothing art of despising what he coveted compliment of being outwitted by their own offspring hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery intentions are really rich possessions italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating necessary for him to denounce somebody profound belief in her partiality for him vittoria, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a fortress face; strong and massive, and honourable in ruin defiance of foes and (what was harder to brave) of friends do i serve my hand? or, do i serve my heart? good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted government of brain; not sufficient insurrection of heart had taken refuge in their opera-glasses he postponed it to the next minute and the next i hope i am not too hungry to discriminate i know nothing of imagination in italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title morales, madame, suit ze sun no intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers patience is the pestilence people who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season question with some whether idiots should live rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed the divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly we are good friends till we quarrel again we can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together vittoria, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old critical in their first glance at a prima donna forgetfulness is like a closing sea he is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight it rarely astonishes our ears. it illumines our souls madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by obedience oils necessity our life is but a little holding, lent to do a mighty labour simple obstinacy of will sustained her the devil trusts nobody was born on a hired bed vittoria, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] an angry woman will think the worst be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone no word is more lightly spoken than shame o heaven! of what avail is human effort? she thought that friendship was sweeter than love taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame they take fever for strength, and calmness for submission women and men are in two hostile camps vittoria, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] as the lord decided, so it would end! "oh, delicious creed!" by our manner of loving we are known every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal fast growing to be an eccentric by profession i always respected her; i never liked her too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion vittoria, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] but is there such a thing as happiness conduct is never a straight index where the heart's involved deep as a mother's, pure as a virgin's, fiery as a saint's foolish trick of thinking for herself fortitude leaned so much upon the irony grand air of pitying sadness ironical fortitude longing for love and dependence love of men and women as a toy that i have played with pain is a cloak that wraps you about she was sick of personal freedom watch, and wait went into endless invalid's laughter why should these men take so much killing? you can master pain, but not doubt vittoria, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can english antipathy to babblers he is in the season of faults impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man never, never love a married woman speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing vittoria, complete [gm# ][gm v .txt] a common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old a fortress face; strong and massive, and honourable in ruin agostino was enjoying the smoke of paper cigarettes an angry woman will think the worst anguish to think of having bent the knee for nothing art of despising what he coveted as the lord decided, so it would end! "oh, delicious creed!" be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone but is there such a thing as happiness by our manner of loving we are known compliment of being outwitted by their own offspring conduct is never a straight index where the heart's involved confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can critical in their first glance at a prima donna deep as a mother's, pure as a virgin's, fiery as a saint's defiance of foes and (what was harder to brave) of friends do i serve my hand? or, do i serve my heart? english antipathy to babblers every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal fast growing to be an eccentric by profession foolish trick of thinking for herself forgetfulness is like a closing sea fortitude leaned so much upon the irony good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted government of brain; not sufficient insurrection of heart grand air of pitying sadness had taken refuge in their opera-glasses hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery he is in the season of faults he is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two he postponed it to the next minute and the next her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight i always respected her; i never liked her i hope i am not too hungry to discriminate i know nothing of imagination impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man in italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title intentions are really rich possessions ironical fortitude it rarely astonishes our ears it illumines our souls italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating longing for love and dependence love of men and women as a toy that i have played with madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by morales, madame, suit ze sun necessary for him to denounce somebody never, never love a married woman no intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home no word is more lightly spoken than shame not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers o heaven! of what avail is human effort? obedience oils necessity our life is but a little holding, lent to do a mighty labour pain is a cloak that wraps you about patience is the pestilence people who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season profound belief in her partiality for him question with some whether idiots should live rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed she thought that friendship was sweeter than love she was sick of personal freedom simple obstinacy of will sustained her speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame the devil trusts nobody the divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer they take fever for strength, and calmness for submission too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory was born on a hired bed watch, and wait we are good friends till we quarrel again we can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back went into endless invalid's laughter who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion why should these men take so much killing? will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion women and men are in two hostile camps you can master pain, but not doubt youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together adventures of harry richmond, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a stew's a stew, and not a boiling to shreds i can't think brisk out of my breeches kindness is kindness, all over the world learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them to hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe unseemly hour--unbetimes adventures of harry richmond, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] attacked my conscience on the cowardly side days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man he put no question to anybody i can pay clever gentlemen for doing greek for me irony instead of eloquence simplicity is the keenest weapon the most dangerous word of all--ja there's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect adventures of harry richmond, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] he would neither retort nor defend himself i laughed louder than was necessary tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery adventures of harry richmond, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] ask pardon of you, without excusing myself habit of antedating his sagacity he thinks or he chews if you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you? it goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger look within, and avoid lying mindless, he says, and arrogant one who studies is not being a fool the past is our mortal mother, no dead thing the proper defence for a nation is its history then for us the struggle, for him the grief they seem to me to be educated to conceal their education we has long overshadowed "i" who beguiles so much as self? adventures of harry richmond, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] decent insincerity discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations i do not defend myself ever nations at war are wild beasts only true race, properly so called, out of india--german some so-called laws of honour they are little ironical laughter--accidents war is only an exaggerated form of duelling winter mornings are divine. they move on noiselessly adventures of harry richmond, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it faith works miracles. at least it allows time for them he whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies i was discontented, and could not speak my discontent no act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers puns are the smallpox of the language stultification of one's feelings and ideas they dare not. the more i dare, the less dare they too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point adventures of harry richmond, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] all passed too swift for happiness he clearly could not learn from misfortune intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master one in a temper at a time i'm sure 's enough simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can stand not in my way, nor follow me too far tension of the old links keeping us together the thought stood in her eyes they have not to speak to exhibit their minds tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness to the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy was i true? not so very false, yet how far from truth! who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? adventures of harry richmond, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] absolute freedom could be the worst of perils add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair as little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept bade his audience to beware of princes but the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off but to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death is it any waste of time to write of love? not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in tears are the way of women and their comfort the love that survives has strangled craving the wretch who fears death dies multitudinously there is more in men and women than the stuff they utter those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances to kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose what a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' what else is so consolatory to a ruined man? who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels you may learn to know yourself through love adventures of harry richmond, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] a stew's a stew, and not a boiling to shreds absolute freedom could be the worst of perils add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow all passed too swift for happiness allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair as little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept ask pardon of you, without excusing myself attacked my conscience on the cowardly side bade his audience to beware of princes bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry but the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off but to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples decent insincerity determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations faith works miracles. at least it allows time for them habit of antedating his sagacity he clearly could not learn from misfortune he thinks or he chews he would neither retort nor defend himself he whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies he put no question to anybody i can't think brisk out of my breeches i can pay clever gentlemen for doing greek for me i do not defend myself ever i was discontented, and could not speak my discontent i laughed louder than was necessary if you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you? intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will irony instead of eloquence is it any waste of time to write of love? it goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger kindness is kindness, all over the world learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master look within, and avoid lying mindless, he says, and arrogant nations at war are wild beasts no act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all one in a temper at a time i'm sure 's enough one who studies is not being a fool only true race, properly so called, out of india--german payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust puns are the smallpox of the language self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can simplicity is the keenest weapon some so-called laws of honour stand not in my way, nor follow me too far stultification of one's feelings and ideas tears are the way of women and their comfort tension of the old links keeping us together the most dangerous word of all--ja the love that survives has strangled craving the thought stood in her eyes the proper defence for a nation is its history the wretch who fears death dies multitudinously the past is our mortal mother, no dead thing then for us the struggle, for him the grief there is more in men and women than the stuff they utter there's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off they seem to me to be educated to conceal their education they have not to speak to exhibit their minds they dare not. the more i dare, the less dare they they are little ironical laughter--accidents those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery to hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe to the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy to kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose unseemly hour--unbetimes vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect war is only an exaggerated form of duelling was i true? not so very false, yet how far from truth! we has long overshadowed "i" what a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' what else is so consolatory to a ruined man? who beguiles so much as self? who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete winter mornings are divine. they move on noiselessly would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels you may learn to know yourself through love beauchamps career, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw and worry a kind of anchorage in case of indiscretion a night that had shivered repose am i thy master, or thou mine? an instinct labouring to supply the deficiencies of stupidity and now came war, the purifier and the pestilence and one gets the worst of it (in any bargain) anticipate opposition by initiating measures appetite to flourish at the cost of the weaker as for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them boys are unjust braggadocioing in deeds is only next bad to mouthing it calm fanaticism of the passion of love compassionate sentiments veered round to irate amazement despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance disqualification of constantly offending prejudices efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him energy to something, that was not to be had in a market feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness fit of republicanism in the nursery forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it haunted many pillows he had expected romance, and had met merchandize he was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity holding to his work after the strain's over--that tells the man humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment i cannot say less, and will say no more impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior in india they sacrifice the widows, in france the virgins incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly levelling a finger at the taxpayer men had not pleased him of late mental and moral neuters never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" no case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose play the great game of blunders please to be pathetic on that subject after i am wrinkled politics as well as the other diseases press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished presumptuous belief ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done she was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing straining for common talk, and showing the strain style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation the people always wait for the winner the system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven the tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write times when an example is needed by brave men tongue flew, thought followed we could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely we dare not be weak if we would we were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing we're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! you're talking to me, not to a gallery beauchamps career, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a dash of conventionalism makes the whole civilized world kin aimlessness of a woman's curiosity all concessions to the people have been won from fear appealed to reason in them; he would not hear of convictions automatic creature is subject to the laws of its construction beautiful servicelessness canvassing means intimidation or corruption comfortable have to pay in occasional panics for the serenity consult the family means--waste your time convictions are generally first impressions country can go on very well without so much speech-making crazy zigzag of policy in almost every stroke (of history) dialectical stiffness effort to be reticent concerning nevil, and communicative give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons hates a compromise man owes a duty to his class mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself martyrs of love or religion are madmen never pretend to know a girl by her face no stopping the press while the people have an appetite for it oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men protestant clergy the social police of the english middle-class the defensive is perilous policy in war the family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's the infant candidate delights in his honesty there is no first claim there's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion they're always having to retire and always hissing those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs to beg the vote and wink the bribe we can't hope to have what should be we have a system, not planned but grown world cannot pardon a breach of continuity beauchamps career, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman a string of pearls: a woman who goes beyond that's in danger admires a girl when there's no married woman or widow in sight after forty, men have married their habits an old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them! and never did a stroke of work in my life are we practical?' penetrates the bosom of an english audience as to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness contemptuous exclusiveness could not go farther discover the writers in a day when all are writing! feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him how angry i should be with you if you were not so beautiful! i can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? if there's no doubt about it, how is it i have a doubt about it? it is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life no heart to dare is no heart to love! oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be shun comparisons so the frog telleth tadpoles socially and politically mean one thing in the end story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt the critic that sneers the language of party is eloquent the slavery of the love of a woman chained there may be women who think as well as feel; i don't know them trust no man still, this man may be better than that man use your religion like a drug who cannot talk!--but who can? wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them you are not married, you are simply chained beauchamps career, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] alike believe that providence is for them better for men of extremely opposite opinions not to meet convict it by instinct without the ceremony of a jury cowardice is even worse for nations than for individual men give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all impossible for him to think that women thought leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire may not one love, not craving to be beloved? people with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter small things producing great consequences that a mask is a concealment the girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly the religion of this vast english middle-class--comfort the turn will come to us as to others--and go women must not be judging things out of their sphere beauchamps career, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a wound of the same kind that we are inflicting affectedly gentle and unusually roundabout opening carry a scene through in virtue's name and vice's mask cordiality of an extreme relief in leaving dark-eyed renee was not beauty but attraction decline to practise hypocrisy fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea he never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents he smoked, lord avonley said of the second departure heights of humour beyond laughter irony provoked his laughter more than fun irritability at the intrusion of past disputes led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses on which does the eye linger longest--which draws the heart? once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty passion is not invariably love people is one of your radical big words that burst at a query scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear their not caring to think at all there is no step backward in life they have their thinking done for them they may know how to make themselves happy in their climate thirst for the haranguing of crowds too many time-servers rot the state we are chiefly led by hope welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting what ninnies call nature in books beauchamps career, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a tear would have overcome him--she had not wept art of speaking on politics tersely death within which welcomed a death without dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth he lost the art of observing himself immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us infallibility of our august mother inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him love's a selfish business one has work in hand no man has a firm foothold who pretends to it silence and such signs are like revelations in black night the defensive is perilous policy in war the greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate the rider's too heavy for the horse in england the weighty and the trivial contended their hearts are eaten up by property unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions we do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive well, sir, we must sell our opium won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore wooing a good man for his friendship beauchamps career, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] and life said, do it, and death said, to what end? as fair play as a woman's lord could give her beauchamp's career dogs die more decently than we men dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage had come to be her lover through being her husband he bowed to facts he condensed a paragraph into a line he runs too much from first principles to extremes i do not think frenchmen comparable to the women of france it would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar more argument i cannot bear none but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness reproof of such supererogatory counsel she had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep slaves of the priests the healthy only are fit to live the world without him would be heavy matter this girl was pliable only to service, not to grief virtue of impatience we women can read men by their power to love when he's a christian instead of a churchman where love exists there is goodness without a single intimation that he loathed the task wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas beauchamps career, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] a cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman a kind of anchorage in case of indiscretion a night that had shivered repose a tear would have overcome him--she had not wept a wound of the same kind that we are inflicting a string of pearls: a woman who goes beyond that's in danger a dash of conventionalism makes the whole civilized world kin a bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw and worry admires a girl when there's no married woman or widow in sight affectedly gentle and unusually roundabout opening after forty, men have married their habits aimlessness of a woman's curiosity alike believe that providence is for them all concessions to the people have been won from fear am i thy master, or thou mine? an instinct labouring to supply the deficiencies of stupidity an old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them! and life said, do it, and death said, to what end? and never did a stroke of work in my life and now came war, the purifier and the pestilence and one gets the worst of it (in any bargain) anticipate opposition by initiating measures appealed to reason in them; he would not hear of convictions appetite to flourish at the cost of the weaker are we practical?' penetrates the bosom of an english audience art of speaking on politics tersely as fair play as a woman's lord could give her as to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness as for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them automatic creature is subject to the laws of its construction beauchamp's career beautiful servicelessness better for men of extremely opposite opinions not to meet boys are unjust braggadocioing in deeds is only next bad to mouthing it calm fanaticism of the passion of love canvassing means intimidation or corruption carry a scene through in virtue's name and vice's mask comfortable have to pay in occasional panics for the serenity compassionate sentiments veered round to irate amazement consult the family means--waste your time contemptuous exclusiveness could not go farther convict it by instinct without the ceremony of a jury convictions are generally first impressions cordiality of an extreme relief in leaving country can go on very well without so much speech-making cowardice is even worse for nations than for individual men crazy zigzag of policy in almost every stroke (of history) dark-eyed renee was not beauty but attraction death within which welcomed a death without decline to practise hypocrisy despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance dialectical stiffness dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man discover the writers in a day when all are writing! disqualification of constantly offending prejudices dogs die more decently than we men dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage effort to be reticent concerning nevil, and communicative efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him energy to something, that was not to be had in a market feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted fit of republicanism in the nursery forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth had come to be her lover through being her husband half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole hates a compromise haunted many pillows he was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity he condensed a paragraph into a line he runs too much from first principles to extremes he bowed to facts he lost the art of observing himself he had expected romance, and had met merchandize he smoked, lord avonley said of the second departure he never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents heights of humour beyond laughter holding to his work after the strain's over--that tells the man hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him how angry i should be with you if you were not so beautiful! humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment i can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? i do not think frenchmen comparable to the women of france i cannot say less, and will say no more if there's no doubt about it, how is it i have a doubt about it? immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us impossible for him to think that women thought impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior in india they sacrifice the widows, in france the virgins incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly infallibility of our august mother inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him irony provoked his laughter more than fun irritability at the intrusion of past disputes it would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith it is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life levelling a finger at the taxpayer love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving love's a selfish business one has work in hand made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar man owes a duty to his class mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself martyrs of love or religion are madmen may not one love, not craving to be beloved? men had not pleased him of late mental and moral neuters money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses more argument i cannot bear never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" never pretend to know a girl by her face no heart to dare is no heart to love! no case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is no stopping the press while the people have an appetite for it no man has a firm foothold who pretends to it none but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea on which does the eye linger longest--which draws the heart? once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men passion is not invariably love past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose people with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship people is one of your radical big words that burst at a query planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost play the great game of blunders please to be pathetic on that subject after i am wrinkled pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty politics as well as the other diseases practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished presumptuous belief protestant clergy the social police of the english middle-class push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter reproof of such supererogatory counsel scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear she was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling she had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep shun comparisons shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing silence and such signs are like revelations in black night slaves of the priests small things producing great consequences so the frog telleth tadpoles socially and politically mean one thing in the end story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt straining for common talk, and showing the strain style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation that a mask is a concealment the girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly the critic that sneers the religion of this vast english middle-class--comfort the slavery of the love of a woman chained the turn will come to us as to others--and go the language of party is eloquent the defensive is perilous policy in war the healthy only are fit to live the system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven the world without him would be heavy matter the weighty and the trivial contended the rider's too heavy for the horse in england the greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate the people always wait for the winner the defensive is perilous policy in war the family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's the infant candidate delights in his honesty the tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write their hearts are eaten up by property their not caring to think at all there is no step backward in life there may be women who think as well as feel; i don't know them there is no first claim there's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion they may know how to make themselves happy in their climate they have their thinking done for them they're always having to retire and always hissing thirst for the haranguing of crowds this girl was pliable only to service, not to grief those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs times when an example is needed by brave men to beg the vote and wink the bribe tongue flew, thought followed too many time-servers rot the state trust no man still, this man may be better than that man unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions use your religion like a drug virtue of impatience we do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive we women can read men by their power to love we could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely we dare not be weak if we would we were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing we can't hope to have what should be we have a system, not planned but grown we are chiefly led by hope we're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting well, sir, we must sell our opium what ninnies call nature in books when he's a christian instead of a churchman where love exists there is goodness who cannot talk!--but who can? without a single intimation that he loathed the task wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them women must not be judging things out of their sphere won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas wooing a good man for his friendship world cannot pardon a breach of continuity you are not married, you are simply chained you're talking to me, not to a gallery the tragic comedians, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] barriers are for those who cannot fly be good and dull, and please everybody centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies clotilde fenced, which is half a confession comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered compromise is virtual death conservative, whose astounded state paralyzes his wrath creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women fantastical finishing touches to the negligence gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble gradations appear to be unknown to you he had to go, he must, he has to be always going he stormed her and consented to be beaten his violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence i have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy i would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you if you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days looking on him was listening love the difficulty better than the woman metaphysician's treatise on nature: a torch to see the sunrise music in italy? amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous not much esteem for non-professional actresses pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded polished barbarism scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) she felt in him a maker of facts strength in love is the sole sincerity the brainless in art and in statecraft the way is clear: we have only to take the step the worst of omens is delay time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away to have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind two wishes make a will venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies who ever loved that loved not at first sight? win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be world voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly the tragic comedians, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] above all things i detest the writing for money beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position giant vanity urged giant energy to make use of giant duplicity hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences his apparent cynicism is sheer irritability i give my self, i do not sell night has little mercy for the self-reproachful not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself o for yesterday! professional widows self-consoled when they are not self-justified want of courage is want of sense we shall not be rich--nor poor work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter the tragic comedians, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver at the age of forty, men that love love rootedly hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic men in love are children with their mistresses providence and her parents were not forgiven she ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each trick for killing time without hurting him weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side the tragic comedians, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] a tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver above all things i detest the writing for money at the age of forty, men that love love rootedly barriers are for those who cannot fly be good and dull, and please everybody beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies clotilde fenced, which is half a confession comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered compromise is virtual death conservative, whose astounded state paralyzes his wrath creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women fantastical finishing touches to the negligence giant vanity urged giant energy to make use of giant duplicity gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble gradations appear to be unknown to you he had to go, he must, he has to be always going he stormed her and consented to be beaten hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences his violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence his apparent cynicism is sheer irritability hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic i give my self, i do not sell i have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy i would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you if you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days looking on him was listening love the difficulty better than the woman men in love are children with their mistresses metaphysician's treatise on nature: a torch to see the sunrise music in italy? amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous night has little mercy for the self-reproachful not much esteem for non-professional actresses not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself o for yesterday! pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded polished barbarism professional widows providence and her parents were not forgiven scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) self-consoled when they are not self-justified she ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each she felt in him a maker of facts strength in love is the sole sincerity the worst of omens is delay the way is clear: we have only to take the step the brainless in art and in statecraft time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable to have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind trick for killing time without hurting him two wishes make a will venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies want of courage is want of sense we shall not be rich--nor poor weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side who ever loved that loved not at first sight? win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter world voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly diana of the crossways, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power at war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have beauty is rare; luckily is it rare between love grown old and indifference ageing to love but they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly charitable mercifulness; better than sentimental ointment dedicated to the putrid of the upper circle dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (scandalsheet) elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors favour can't help coming by rotation flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner for 'tis ireland gives england her soldiers, her generals too get back what we give goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) he had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration he had neat phrases, opinions in packets he was not a weaver of phrases in distress he's good from end to end, and beats a christian hollow (a hog) her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty herself, content to be dull if he might shine his gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given how immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you i have and hold--you shall hunger and covet idea is the only vital breath if i'm struck, i strike back inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people loathing for speculation mare would do, and better than a dozen horses matter that is not nourishing to brains music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers needed support of facts, and feared them o self! self! self! or where you will, so that's in ireland our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language pride in being always myself procrastination and excessive scrupulousness read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies service of watering the dry and drying the damp (whiskey) she had a fatal attraction for antiques she marries, and it's the end of her sparkling smart remarks have their measured distances something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic that is life--when we dare death to live! that's the natural shamrock, after the artificial the burlesque irishman can't be caricatured the well of true wit is truth itself they create by stoppage a volcano this love they rattle about and rave about tooth that received a stone when it expected candy we live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited weather and women have some resemblance they say what a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature where she appears, the first person falls to second rank you are entreated to repress alarm you beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering diana of the crossways, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a kindly sense of superiority by resisting, i made him a tyrant carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal dose he had taken was not of the sweetest friendship, i fancy, means one heart between two he was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one he, by insisting, made me a rebel her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis i do not see it, because i will not see it inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash irony that seemed to spring from aversion it is the best of signs when women take to her mistaking of her desires for her reasons mutual deference never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian time observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life one might build up a respectable figure in negatives openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface owner of such a woman, and to lose her! paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance real happiness is a state of dulness reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous sleepless night smoky receptacle cherishing millions terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience was not one of the order whose muse is the public taste wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty women are taken to be the second thoughts of the creator world is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite world prefers decorum to honesty yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas diana of the crossways, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness capricious potentate whom they worship circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow compared the governing of the irish to the management of a horse could have designed this gabbler for the mate debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable explaining of things to a dull head happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty he gained much by claiming little her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury his ridiculous equanimity keep passion sober, a trotter in harness moral indignation is ever consolatory omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that tendency to polysyllabic phraseology the blindness of fortune is her one merit they have no sensitiveness, we have too much top and bottom sin is cowardice touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight we must fawn in society we never see peace but in the features of the dead diana of the crossways, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird beware the silent one of an assembly! brittle is foredoomed common sense is the secret of every successful civil agitation its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy money is of course a rough test of virtue salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution she herself did not like to be seen eating in public slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce the greed of gain is our volcano the man had to be endured, like other doses in politics vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists what might have been what the world says, is what the wind says without those consolatory efforts, useless between men diana of the crossways, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age accounting for it, is not the same as excusing assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights avoid the position that enforces publishing capacity for thinking should precede the act of writing chaste are wattled in formalism and throned in sourness could the best of men be simply--a woman's friend? enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony envy of the man of positive knowledge expectations dupe us, not trust externally soft and polished, internally hard and relentless fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency i don't count them against women (moods) i never knew till this morning the force of no in earnest i wanted a hero i'm in love with everything she wishes! i've got the habit if he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them it is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him let never necessity draw the bow of our weakness literature is a good stick and a bad horse material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense nothing is a secret that has been spoken nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us question the gain of such an expenditure of energy rare men of honour who can command their passion read with his eyes when you meet him this morning sham spiritualism she had sunk her intelligence in her sensations sympathy is for proving, not prating the debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper we don't know we are in halves we're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us weighty little word--woman's native watchdog and guardian (no!) when we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt who can really think, and not think hopefully? who venerate when they love with that i sail into the dark women with brains, moreover, are all heartless diana of the crossways, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] a witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power a high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird a kindly sense of superiority accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age accounting for it, is not the same as excusing assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights at war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have avoid the position that enforces publishing beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness beauty is rare; luckily is it rare between love grown old and indifference ageing to love beware the silent one of an assembly! brittle is foredoomed but they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly by resisting, i made him a tyrant capacity for thinking should precede the act of writing capricious potentate whom they worship carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks charitable mercifulness; better than sentimental ointment chaste are wattled in formalism and throned in sourness circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow common sense is the secret of every successful civil agitation compared the governing of the irish to the management of a horse could have designed this gabbler for the mate could the best of men be simply--a woman's friend? debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable dedicated to the putrid of the upper circle depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal dose he had taken was not of the sweetest dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (scandalsheet) elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony envy of the man of positive knowledge expectations dupe us, not trust explaining of things to a dull head externally soft and polished, internally hard and relentless favour can't help coming by rotation fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner for 'tis ireland gives england her soldiers, her generals too friendship, i fancy, means one heart between two get back what we give goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty he was not a weaver of phrases in distress he had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration he gained much by claiming little he, by insisting, made me a rebel he had neat phrases, opinions in packets he was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one he's good from end to end, and beats a christian hollow (a hog) heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty herself, content to be dull if he might shine his gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given his ridiculous equanimity holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency how immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you i wanted a hero i do not see it, because i will not see it i never knew till this morning the force of no in earnest i have and hold--you shall hunger and covet i don't count them against women (moods) i'm in love with everything she wishes! i've got the habit idea is the only vital breath if i'm struck, i strike back if he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash irony that seemed to spring from aversion it is the best of signs when women take to her it is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy keep passion sober, a trotter in harness lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people let never necessity draw the bow of our weakness literature is a good stick and a bad horse loathing for speculation mare would do, and better than a dozen horses material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it matter that is not nourishing to brains mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense mistaking of her desires for her reasons money is of course a rough test of virtue moral indignation is ever consolatory music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers mutual deference needed support of facts, and feared them never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian time nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by nothing is a secret that has been spoken now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near o self! self! self! observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves one might build up a respectable figure in negatives openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface or where you will, so that's in ireland our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run owner of such a woman, and to lose her! paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language pride in being always myself procrastination and excessive scrupulousness question the gain of such an expenditure of energy quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance rare men of honour who can command their passion read with his eyes when you meet him this morning read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies real happiness is a state of dulness reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution service of watering the dry and drying the damp (whiskey) sham spiritualism she had sunk her intelligence in her sensations she marries, and it's the end of her sparkling she herself did not like to be seen eating in public she had a fatal attraction for antiques sleepless night slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce smart remarks have their measured distances smoky receptacle cherishing millions something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic sympathy is for proving, not prating tendency to polysyllabic phraseology terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail that is life--when we dare death to live! that's the natural shamrock, after the artificial the man had to be endured, like other doses in politics the burlesque irishman can't be caricatured the greed of gain is our volcano the debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay the well of true wit is truth itself the blindness of fortune is her one merit they have no sensitiveness, we have too much they create by stoppage a volcano this love they rattle about and rave about tooth that received a stone when it expected candy top and bottom sin is cowardice touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience was not one of the order whose muse is the public taste we live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited we never see peace but in the features of the dead we must fawn in society we don't know we are in halves we're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us weather and women have some resemblance they say weighty little word--woman's native watchdog and guardian (no!) what might have been what the world says, is what the wind says what a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature when we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt where she appears, the first person falls to second rank who can really think, and not think hopefully? who venerate when they love wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty with that i sail into the dark without those consolatory efforts, useless between men women are taken to be the second thoughts of the creator women with brains, moreover, are all heartless world is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite world prefers decorum to honesty yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas you beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering you are entreated to repress alarm one of our conquerors, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] admiration of an enemy or oppressor doing great deeds aristocratic assumption of licence but what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) consent of circumstances continued trust in the man--is the alternative of despair critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear despises hostile elements and goes unpunished dithyrambic inebriety of narration feminine; coming when she willed and flying when wanted fire smoothes the creases frankness as an armour over wariness half a dozen dozen left hard to bear, at times unbearable haremed opinion of the unfitness of women he neared her, wooing her; and she assented he never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it he prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion he sinks terribly when he sinks at all heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy if we are really for nature, we are not lawless in bottle if not on draught (oratory) in the pay of our doctors intrusion of hard material statements, facts kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object nature and law never agreed nature's logic, nature's voice, for self-defence next door to the last trump obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal one wants a little animation in a husband people of a provocative prosperity self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another she was not his match--to speak would be to succumb slap and pinch and starve our appetites smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer state of feverish patriotism statistics are according to their conjurors subterranean recess for nature against the institutions of man tale, which leaves the man's mind at home the effects of the infinitely little the old confession, that we cannot cook(the english) they do not live; they are engines they helped her to feel at home with herself thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate we cannot relinquish an idea that was ours we've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us one of our conquerors, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] ask not why, where reason never was cover of action as an escape from perplexity honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction judgeing of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals memory inspired by the sensations nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher slave of existing conventions startled by the criticism in laughter the impalpable which has prevailing weight there is little to be learnt when a little is known they kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries one of our conquerors, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] belief in the narrative by promoting nausea in the audience claim for equality puts an end to the priceless privileges consent to take life as it is dialogue between nature and circumstance dudley was not gifted to read behind words and looks exuberant anticipatory trustfulness fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become he never explained how success derides ambition! if only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality naturally as deceived as he wished to be official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years pessimy is invulnerable repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration satirist is an executioner by profession semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord the banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke the homage we pay him flatters us we must have some excuse, if we would keep to life one of our conquerors, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] all of us an ermined owl within us to sit in judgement cannot be any goodness unless it is a practiced goodness eminently servile is the tolerated lawbreaker half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen happy the woman who has not more to speak if we are robbed, we ask, how came we by the goods? let but the throb be kept for others--that is the one secret love must needs be an egoism not to go hunting and fawning for alliances portrait of himself by the artist put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber she disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her the face of a stopped watch the worst of it is, that we remember to do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish we have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books one of our conquerors, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] an incomprehensible world indeed at the bottom and at the top arrest the enemy by vociferations of persistent prayer country prizing ornaments higher than qualities death is our common cloak; but calamity individualizes how little we mean to do harm when we do an injury nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle no companionship save with the wound they nurse not always the right thing to do the right thing the night went past as a year universal censor's angry spite one of our conquerors, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] admiration of an enemy or oppressor doing great deeds all of us an ermined owl within us to sit in judgement an incomprehensible world indeed at the bottom and at the top aristocratic assumption of licence arrest the enemy by vociferations of persistent prayer ask not why, where reason never was belief in the narrative by promoting nausea in the audience but what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) cannot be any goodness unless it is a practiced goodness claim for equality puts an end to the priceless privileges consent of circumstances consent to take life as it is continued trust in the man--is the alternative of despair country prizing ornaments higher than qualities cover of action as an escape from perplexity critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear death is our common cloak; but calamity individualizes despises hostile elements and goes unpunished dialogue between nature and circumstance dithyrambic inebriety of narration dudley was not gifted to read behind words and looks eminently servile is the tolerated lawbreaker exuberant anticipatory trustfulness fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously feminine; coming when she willed and flying when wanted fire smoothes the creases frankness as an armour over wariness greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen half a dozen dozen left happy the woman who has not more to speak hard to bear, at times unbearable haremed opinion of the unfitness of women he sinks terribly when he sinks at all he never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it he never explained he neared her, wooing her; and she assented he prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction how little we mean to do harm when we do an injury how success derides ambition! if only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality if we are robbed, we ask, how came we by the goods? if we are really for nature, we are not lawless in the pay of our doctors in bottle if not on draught (oratory) intrusion of hard material statements, facts judgeing of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries let but the throb be kept for others--that is the one secret love must needs be an egoism man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object memory inspired by the sensations nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle naturally as deceived as he wished to be nature and law never agreed nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty nature's logic, nature's voice, for self-defence next door to the last trump no companionship save with the wound they nurse not to go hunting and fawning for alliances not always the right thing to do the right thing obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal one wants a little animation in a husband optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years people of a provocative prosperity pessimy is invulnerable portrait of himself by the artist put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration satirist is an executioner by profession satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber she was not his match--to speak would be to succumb she disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her slap and pinch and starve our appetites slave of existing conventions smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer startled by the criticism in laughter state of feverish patriotism statistics are according to their conjurors subterranean recess for nature against the institutions of man tale, which leaves the man's mind at home the banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke the homage we pay him flatters us the effects of the infinitely little the night went past as a year the old confession, that we cannot cook(the english) the worst of it is, that we remember the face of a stopped watch the impalpable which has prevailing weight there is little to be learnt when a little is known they helped her to feel at home with herself they kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night they do not live; they are engines thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions to do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish universal censor's angry spite unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate we have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude we must have some excuse, if we would keep to life we cannot relinquish an idea that was ours we've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries lord ormont and his aminta, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a female free-thinker is one of satan's concubines a free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon all that matey and browny were forbidden to write they looked cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at college could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster's career curious thing would be if curious things should fail to happen few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends he began ambitiously--it's the way at the beginning he loathed a skulker i'm for a rational deity loathing of artifice to raise emotion nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity the despot is alert at every issue, to every chance things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week we shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage you'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you you're going to be men, meaning something better than women lord ormont and his aminta, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense and not be beaten by an acknowledged defeat botched mendings will only make them worse convincing themselves that they impersonate sagacity i have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them lawyers hold the keys of the great world naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer this female talk of the eternities to know how to take a licking, that wins in the end to males, all ideas are female until they are made facts we cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night who cries, come on, and prays his gods you won't lord ormont and his aminta, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] as well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them careful not to smell of his office chose to conceive that he thought abstractedly consign discussion to silence with the cynical closure convictions we store--wherewith to shape our destinies death is only the other side of the ditch didn't say a word no use in talking about feelings enthusiast, when not lyrical, is perilously near to boring he took small account of the operations of the feelings her duel with time hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman i hate old age it changes you so ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished never nurse an injury, great or small no love can be without jealousy old age is a prison wall between us and young people orderliness, from which men are privately exempt people were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners professional puritans regularity of the grin of dentistry that pit of one of their dead silences the beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it the good life gone lives on in the mind the shots hit us behind you the spending, never harvesting, world the terrible aggregate social woman venus of nature was melting into a venus of art lord ormont and his aminta, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a bird that won't roast or boil or stew acting is not of the high class which conceals the art ah! we fall into their fictions bad luck's not repeated every day keep heart for the good began the game of pull by nature incapable of asking pardon consciousness of some guilt when vowing itself innocent having contracted the fatal habit of irony he had to shake up wrath over his grievances her vehement fighting against facts his aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means his restored sense of possession how to compromise the matter for the sake of peace? i could be in love with her cruelty, if only i had her near me men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent one is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light one night, and her character's gone passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess policy seems to petrify their minds rage of a conceited schemer tricked respect one another's affectations to time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend uncommon unprogressiveness when duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect with what little wisdom the world is governed lord ormont and his aminta, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] affected misapprehensions any excess pushes to craziness bad laws are best broken being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls boys, of course--but men, too! but had sunk to climb on a firmer footing challenged him to lead up to her desired stormy scene could we--we might be friends death is always next door desire of it destroyed it detestable feminine storms enveloping men weak enough distaste for all exercise once pleasurable divided lovers in presence enthusiasm struck and tightened the loose chord of scepticism exult in imagination of an escape up to the moment of capture greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman he gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go he had gone, and the day lived again for both of them i look on the back of life i married a cook she expects a big appetite i want no more, except to be taught to work if the world is hostile we are not to blame it increase of dissatisfaction with the more she got learn--principally not to be afraid of ideas look well behind lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity man who helps me to read the world and men as they are meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example necessity's offspring one has to feel strong in a delicate position our love and labour are constantly on trial perhaps inspire him, if he would let her breathe person in another world beyond this world of blood practical for having an addiction to the palpable screams of an uninjured lady selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion she had a thirsting mind she had to be the hypocrite or else--leap silence was doing the work of a scourge smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her so says the minute years are before you the next ten minutes will decide our destinies the woman side of him there are women who go through life not knowing love there is no history of events below the surface they want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be things are not equal titles showered on the women who take free breath of air violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny we don't go together into a garden of roses why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her women are happier enslaved world against us it will not keep us from trying to serve years are the teachers of the great rocky natures lord ormont and his aminta, all[gm# ][gm v .txt] a bird that won't roast or boil or stew a woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense a free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon a female free-thinker is one of satan's concubines acting is not of the high class which conceals the art affected misapprehensions ah! we fall into their fictions all that matey and browny were forbidden to write they looked and not be beaten by an acknowledged defeat any excess pushes to craziness as well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! bad luck's not repeated every day keep heart for the good bad laws are best broken began the game of pull being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women botched mendings will only make them worse bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them boys, of course--but men, too! but had sunk to climb on a firmer footing by nature incapable of asking pardon cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at college careful not to smell of his office challenged him to lead up to her desired stormy scene chose to conceive that he thought abstractedly consciousness of some guilt when vowing itself innocent consign discussion to silence with the cynical closure convictions we store--wherewith to shape our destinies convincing themselves that they impersonate sagacity could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster's career could we--we might be friends curious thing would be if curious things should fail to happen death is only the other side of the ditch death is always next door desire of it destroyed it detestable feminine storms enveloping men weak enough didn't say a word no use in talking about feelings distaste for all exercise once pleasurable divided lovers in presence enthusiasm struck and tightened the loose chord of scepticism enthusiast, when not lyrical, is perilously near to boring exult in imagination of an escape up to the moment of capture few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman having contracted the fatal habit of irony he had to shake up wrath over his grievances he had gone, and the day lived again for both of them he gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go he loathed a skulker he took small account of the operations of the feelings he began ambitiously--it's the way at the beginning her vehement fighting against facts her duel with time his aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means his restored sense of possession hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman how to compromise the matter for the sake of peace? i have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them i hate old age it changes you so i could be in love with her cruelty, if only i had her near me i look on the back of life i want no more, except to be taught to work i married a cook she expects a big appetite i'm for a rational deity if the world is hostile we are not to blame it ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm increase of dissatisfaction with the more she got lawyers hold the keys of the great world learn--principally not to be afraid of ideas loathing of artifice to raise emotion look well behind lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity man who helps me to read the world and men as they are meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example necessity's offspring never nurse an injury, great or small nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity no love can be without jealousy not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes old age is a prison wall between us and young people one has to feel strong in a delicate position one night, and her character's gone one is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light orderliness, from which men are privately exempt our love and labour are constantly on trial passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess people were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners perhaps inspire him, if he would let her breathe person in another world beyond this world of blood policy seems to petrify their minds practical for having an addiction to the palpable professional puritans published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity rage of a conceited schemer tricked regularity of the grin of dentistry respect one another's affectations screams of an uninjured lady selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion she had to be the hypocrite or else--leap she had a thirsting mind silence was doing the work of a scourge smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her so says the minute years are before you that pit of one of their dead silences the despot is alert at every issue, to every chance the spending, never harvesting, world the shots hit us behind you the terrible aggregate social woman the next ten minutes will decide our destinies the woman side of him the good life gone lives on in the mind the beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it there is no history of events below the surface there are women who go through life not knowing love they want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be things are not equal things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week this female talk of the eternities titles showered on the women who take free breath of air to males, all ideas are female until they are made facts to time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend to know how to take a licking, that wins in the end uncommon unprogressiveness venus of nature was melting into a venus of art violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny we cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night we shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage we don't go together into a garden of roses when duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect who cries, come on, and prays his gods you won't why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her with what little wisdom the world is governed women are happier enslaved world against us it will not keep us from trying to serve years are the teachers of the great rocky natures you'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you you're going to be men, meaning something better than women the amazing marriage, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory amused after their tiresome work of slaughter and her voice, against herself, was for england as for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire as if the age were the injury! brains will beat grim death if we have enough of them but a great success is full of temptations could affect me then, without being flung at me country enclosed us to make us feel snug in our own importance did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love drank to show his disdain of its powers earl of cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl found that he 'cursed better upon water' good-bye to sorrow for a while--keep your tears for the living had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth hard enough for a man to be married to a fool he was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather i hate sleep: i hate anything that robs me of my will innocence and uncleanness may go together it was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting little boy named tommy wedger said he saw a dead body go by mighty highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle no enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win past, future, and present, the three weights upon humanity put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins should we leave a good deed half done showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off so indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character so much for morality in those days! steady shakes them sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother they could have pardoned her a younger lover thus are we stricken by the days of our youth truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead very little parleying between determined men warm, is hardly the word--winter's warm on skates woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of you are to imagine that they know everything you saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre the amazing marriage, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] cock-sure has crowed low by sunset drink is their death's river, rolling them on helpless father and she were aware of one another without conversing fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot he was the prisoner of his word heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts life is the burlesque of young dreams make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall on a morning when day and night were made one by fog poetic romance is delusion push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball she endured meekly, when there was no meekness she seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler she stood with a dignity that the word did not express there is no driver like stomach touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness you played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving the amazing marriage, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] always the shout for more produced it ("news") anecdotist to slaughter families for the amusement call of the great world's appetite for more (invented news) enemy's laugh is a bugle blown in the night he wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness she was thrust away because because he had offended women treat men as their tamed housemates the amazing marriage, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] be the woman and have the last word! charity that supplied the place of justice was not thanked courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting deeds only are the title detested titles, invented by the english he did not vastly respect beautiful women look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism one idea is a bullet quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding religion is the one refuge from women scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices the divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments the embraced respected woman the habit of the defensive paralyzes will the idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet their sneer withers tighter than ever i was tight i'll be to-night with one idea, we see nothing--nothing but itself you want me to flick your indecision the amazing marriage, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a dumb tongue can be a heavy liar advised not to push at a shut gate as faith comes--no saying how; one swears by them bent double to gather things we have tossed away contempt of military weapons and ridicule of the art of war everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers flung him, pitied him, and passed on foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper he had wealth for a likeness of strength himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have injury forbids us to be friends again lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent love of pleasure keeps us blind children never forgave an injury without a return blow for it pebble may roll where it likes--not so the costly jewel reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance religion condones offences: philosophy has no forgiveness sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity style is the mantle of greatness that sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" there's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh those who know little and dread much to most men women are knaves or ninnies wakening to the claims of others--youth's infant conscience we make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong we shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words the amazing marriage, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] a dumb tongue can be a heavy liar accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory advised not to push at a shut gate always the shout for more produced it ("news") amused after their tiresome work of slaughter and her voice, against herself, was for england anecdotist to slaughter families for the amusement as faith comes--no saying how; one swears by them as for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire as if the age were the injury! be the woman and have the last word! bent double to gather things we have tossed away brains will beat grim death if we have enough of them but a great success is full of temptations call of the great world's appetite for more (invented news) charity that supplied the place of justice was not thanked cock-sure has crowed low by sunset contempt of military weapons and ridicule of the art of war could affect me then, without being flung at me country enclosed us to make us feel snug in our own importance courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting deeds only are the title detested titles, invented by the english did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love drank to show his disdain of its powers drink is their death's river, rolling them on helpless earl of cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit enemy's laugh is a bugle blown in the night everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman father and she were aware of one another without conversing festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers flung him, pitied him, and passed on foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl found that he 'cursed better upon water' fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot good-bye to sorrow for a while--keep your tears for the living had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth hard enough for a man to be married to a fool he did not vastly respect beautiful women he was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it he had wealth for a likeness of strength he wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly he was the prisoner of his word heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake i hate sleep: i hate anything that robs me of my will ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have injury forbids us to be friends again innocence and uncleanness may go together it was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent life is the burlesque of young dreams limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting little boy named tommy wedger said he saw a dead body go by look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future love of pleasure keeps us blind children magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover mighty highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle never forgave an injury without a return blow for it no enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism on a morning when day and night were made one by fog one idea is a bullet past, future, and present, the three weights upon humanity pebble may roll where it likes--not so the costly jewel poetic romance is delusion push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance religion condones offences: philosophy has no forgiveness religion is the one refuge from women scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins she seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler she was thrust away because because he had offended she stood with a dignity that the word did not express she endured meekly, when there was no meekness should we leave a good deed half done showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off so much for morality in those days! so indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character steady shakes them strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity style is the mantle of greatness sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother that sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" the habit of the defensive paralyzes will the embraced respected woman the idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet the divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments their sneer withers there is no driver like stomach there's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him they could have pardoned her a younger lover those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh those who know little and dread much thus are we stricken by the days of our youth tighter than ever i was tight i'll be to-night to most men women are knaves or ninnies touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead very little parleying between determined men wakening to the claims of others--youth's infant conscience warm, is hardly the word--winter's warm on skates we make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong we shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another with one idea, we see nothing--nothing but itself woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel women treat men as their tamed housemates wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of you played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving you saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre you are to imagine that they know everything you want me to flick your indecision celt and saxon, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a contented irishman scarcely seems my countryman a country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot a lady's company-smile a superior position was offered her by her being silent and it's one family where the dog is pulled by the collar arch-devourer time as if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula as secretive as they are sensitive be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles becoming air of appropriation that made it family history constitutionally discontented decency's a dirty petticoat in the garden of innocence england's the foremost country of the globe enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness fires in the grates went through the ceremony of warming nobody foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose he judged of others by himself hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to god the law her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape here, where he both wished and wished not to be i 'm the warming pan, as legitimately i should be i detest enthusiasm i never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there indirect communication with heaven ireland 's the sore place of england irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence married at forty, and i had to take her shaped as she was men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them mika! you did it in cold blood? no man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest old houses are doomed to burnings our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians philip was a spartan for keeping his feelings under taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom that fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains the race is for domestic peace, my boy we're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon we're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets welsh blood is queer blood where one won't and can't, poor t' other must winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum with a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt you'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed celt and saxon, v [gm# ][gm v .txt] a whisper of cajolery in season is often the secret ah! we're in the enemy's country now beautiful women may believe themselves beloved could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm foamy top is offered and gulped as equivalent to an idea hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs he was not alive for his own pleasure hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles i baint done yet irishmen will never be quite sincere loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer love the children of erin, when not fretted by them loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means may lull themselves with their wakefulness never forget that old ireland is weeping not every chapter can be sunshine not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties paying compliments and spoiling a game! secret of the art was his meaning what he said suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence tears of men sink plummet-deep tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them they laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes with death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm woman's precious word no at the sentinel's post, and alert would like to feel he was doing a bit of good celt and saxon, entire [gm# ][gm v .txt] a country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot a lady's company-smile a superior position was offered her by her being silent a whisper of cajolery in season is often the secret a contented irishman scarcely seems my countryman ah! we're in the enemy's country now and it's one family where the dog is pulled by the collar arch-devourer time as secretive as they are sensitive as if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles beautiful women may believe themselves beloved becoming air of appropriation that made it family history constitutionally discontented could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm decency's a dirty petticoat in the garden of innocence england's the foremost country of the globe enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness fires in the grates went through the ceremony of warming nobody foamy top is offered and gulped as equivalent to an idea foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs he judged of others by himself he was not alive for his own pleasure hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to god the law her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape here, where he both wished and wished not to be hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles i never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there i 'm the warming pan, as legitimately i should be i detest enthusiasm i baint done yet indirect communication with heaven ireland 's the sore place of england irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances irishmen will never be quite sincere irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer love the children of erin, when not fretted by them loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means married at forty, and i had to take her shaped as she was may lull themselves with their wakefulness men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them mika! you did it in cold blood? never forget that old ireland is weeping no man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) not every chapter can be sunshine not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties old houses are doomed to burnings our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians paying compliments and spoiling a game! philip was a spartan for keeping his feelings under secret of the art was his meaning what he said suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom tears of men sink plummet-deep tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them that fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains the race is for domestic peace, my boy they laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes we're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon we're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets welsh blood is queer blood where one won't and can't, poor t' other must winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum with a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife with death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt woman's precious word no at the sentinel's post, and alert would like to feel he was doing a bit of good you'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed farina [gm# ][gm v .txt] a generous enemy is a friend on the wrong side all are friends who sit at table be what you seem, my little one bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence civil tongue and rosy smiles sweeten even sour wine dangerous things are uttered after the third glass everywhere the badge of subjection is a poor stomach face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon gratitude never was a woman's gift it was harder to be near and not close loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off never reckon on womankind for a wise act self-incense sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes so are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth suspicion was her best witness sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping we like well whatso we have done good work for weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness case of general opel [gm# ][gm v .txt] can believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity nature is not of necessity always roaring only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower she seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls spare me that word "female" as long as you live the mildness of assured dictatorship when we see our veterans tottering to their fall the tale of chloe [gm# ][gn v .txt] all flattery is at somebody's expense be philosophical, but accept your personal dues but i leave it to you distrust us, and it is a declaration of war happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance if i do not speak of payment intellectual contempt of easy dupes invite indecision to exhaust their scruples is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? no flattery for me at the expense of my sisters nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted primitive appetite for noise she might turn out good, if well guarded for a time the alternative is, a garter and the bedpost they miss their pleasure in pursuing it this mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land the house on the beach [gm# ][gn v .txt] adversary at once offensive and helpless provokes brutality causes him to be popularly weighed distinguished by his not allowing himself to be provoked eccentric behaviour in trifles excited, glad of catastrophe if it but killed monotony generally he noticed nothing good jokes are not always good policy i make a point of never recommending my own house indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies? lend him your own generosity men love to boast of things nobody else has seen naughtily australian and kangarooly not in love--she was only not unwilling to be in love rich and poor 's all right, if i'm rich and you're poor she began to feel that this was life in earnest she dealt in the flashes which connect ideas she sought, by looking hard, to understand it better sunning itself in the glass of envy that which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples the intricate, which she takes for the infinite tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience the gentleman of fifty [gm# ][gn v .txt] a wise man will not squander his laughter if he can help it a woman is hurt if you do not confide to her your plans gentleman in a good state of preservation imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind in every difficulty, patience is a life-belt knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men rapture of obliviousness telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation when you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her the sentimentalists(play) [gm# ][gn v .txt] a great oration may be a sedative a male devotee is within an inch of a miracle above nature, i tell him, or, we shall be very much below as in all great oratory! the key of it is the pathos back from the altar to discover that she has chained herself cupid clipped of wing is a destructive parasite excess of a merit is a capital offence in morality his idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody i am a discordant instrument i do not readily vibrate i like him, i like him, of course, but i want to breathe i who respect the state of marriage by refusing love and war have been compared--both require strategy peace, i do pray, for the husband-haunted wife period of his life a man becomes too voraciously constant pitiful conceit in men rejoicing they have in their common agreement self-worship, which is often self-distrust suspects all young men and most young women their idol pitched before them on the floor were i chained, for liberty i would sell liberty woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man your devotion craves an enormous exchange miscellaneous prose [gm# ][gn v .txt] a very doubtful benefit americans forgivingly remember, without mentioning as becomes them, they do not look ahead charges of cynicism are common against all satirists fourth of the georges here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate holy images, and other miraculous objects are sold it is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us men overweeningly in love with their creations must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer petty concessions are signs of weakness to the unsatisfied statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction the social world he looked at did not show him heroes the exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient we trust them or we crush them we grew accustomed to periods of irish fever the entire short works of george meredith [gm# ][gn v .txt] a wise man will not squander his laughter if he can help it a woman is hurt if you do not confide to her your plans a generous enemy is a friend on the wrong side a very doubtful benefit a great oration may be a sedative a male devotee is within an inch of a miracle above nature, i tell him, or, we shall be very much below adversary at once offensive and helpless provokes brutality all are friends who sit at table all flattery is at somebody's expense americans forgivingly remember, without mentioning as becomes them, they do not look ahead as in all great oratory! the key of it is the pathos back from the altar to discover that she has chained herself be what you seem, my little one be philosophical, but accept your personal dues bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence but i leave it to you can believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted causes him to be popularly weighed charges of cynicism are common against all satirists civil tongue and rosy smiles sweeten even sour wine cupid clipped of wing is a destructive parasite dangerous things are uttered after the third glass distinguished by his not allowing himself to be provoked distrust us, and it is a declaration of war eccentric behaviour in trifles everywhere the badge of subjection is a poor stomach excess of a merit is a capital offence in morality excited, glad of catastrophe if it but killed monotony face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon fourth of the georges generally he noticed nothing gentleman in a good state of preservation good jokes are not always good policy gratitude never was a woman's gift happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate his idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody holy images, and other miraculous objects are sold i who respect the state of marriage by refusing i make a point of never recommending my own house i like him, i like him, of course, but i want to breathe i am a discordant instrument i do not readily vibrate if i do not speak of payment imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind in every difficulty, patience is a life-belt indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies? intellectual contempt of easy dupes invite indecision to exhaust their scruples is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? it was harder to be near and not close it is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men lend him your own generosity love and war have been compared--both require strategy loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off men love to boast of things nobody else has seen men overweeningly in love with their creations modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike nature is not of necessity always roaring naughtily australian and kangarooly never reckon on womankind for a wise act no flattery for me at the expense of my sisters not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer not in love--she was only not unwilling to be in love nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers peace, i do pray, for the husband-haunted wife period of his life a man becomes too voraciously constant petty concessions are signs of weakness to the unsatisfied pitiful conceit in men primitive appetite for noise rapture of obliviousness rejoicing they have in their common agreement respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower rich and poor 's all right, if i'm rich and you're poor self-incense self-worship, which is often self-distrust she seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls she sought, by looking hard, to understand it better she might turn out good, if well guarded for a time she began to feel that this was life in earnest she dealt in the flashes which connect ideas sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes so are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth spare me that word "female" as long as you live statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction sunning itself in the glass of envy suspects all young men and most young women suspicion was her best witness sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation that which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples the intricate, which she takes for the infinite the social world he looked at did not show him heroes the alternative is, a garter and the bedpost the exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity the mildness of assured dictatorship their idol pitched before them on the floor they miss their pleasure in pursuing it this mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient we grew accustomed to periods of irish fever we like well whatso we have done good work for we trust them or we crush them weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one were i chained, for liberty i would sell liberty when we see our veterans tottering to their fall when you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man your devotion craves an enormous exchange the entire pg works of george meredith [gm# ][gn v .txt] a young philosopher's an old fool! a string of pearls: a woman who goes beyond that's in danger a wound of the same kind that we are inflicting a sixpence kindly meant is worth any crown-piece that's grudged a share of pity for the objects she despised a style of affable omnipotence about the wise youth a dumb tongue can be a heavy liar a male devotee is within an inch of a miracle a night that had shivered repose a madman gets madder when you talk reason to him a youth who is engaged in the occupation of eating his heart a bone in a boy's mind for him to gnaw and worry a kindly sense of superiority a high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird a witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power a kind of anchorage in case of indiscretion a tragic comedian: that is, a grand pretender, a self-deceiver a great oration may be a sedative a country of compromise goes to pieces at the first cannon-shot a lady's company-smile a superior position was offered her by her being silent a whisper of cajolery in season is often the secret a contented irishman scarcely seems my countryman a woman who has mastered sauces sits on the apex of civilization a man who rejected medicine in extremity a maker of proverbs--what is he but a narrow mind wit a dash of conventionalism makes the whole civilized world kin a lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin a cloud of millinery shoots me off a mile from a woman a tear would have overcome him--she had not wept a fleet of south-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky a common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old a fortress face; strong and massive, and honourable in ruin a very doubtful benefit a generous enemy is a friend on the wrong side a woman's at the core of every plot man plotteth a marriage without love is dishonour a plunge into the deep is of little moment a woman is hurt if you do not confide to her your plans a wise man will not squander his laughter if he can help it a woman rises to her husband. but a man is what he is a stew's a stew, and not a boiling to shreds a man to be trusted with the keys of anything a bird that won't roast or boil or stew a female free-thinker is one of satan's concubines a free-thinker startles him as a kind of demon a woman, and would therefore listen to nonsense abject sense of the lack of a circumference above nature, i tell him, or, we shall be very much below above all things i detest the writing for money absolute freedom could be the worst of perils accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age accounting for it, is not the same as excusing accounting his tight blue tail coat and brass buttons a victory accustomed to be paid for by his country acting is not of the high class which conceals the art active despair is a passion that must be superseded add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow adept in the lie implied admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower admiration of an enemy or oppressor doing great deeds admires a girl when there's no married woman or widow in sight adversary at once offensive and helpless provokes brutality advised not to push at a shut gate affected misapprehensions affectedly gentle and unusually roundabout opening after five years of marriage, and twelve of friendship after a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts after forty, men have married their habits agostino was enjoying the smoke of paper cigarettes ah! we fall into their fictions ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner ah! we're in the enemy's country now aimlessness of a woman's curiosity alike believe that providence is for them all passed too swift for happiness all are friends who sit at table all concessions to the people have been won from fear all flattery is at somebody's expense all of us an ermined owl within us to sit in judgement all women are the same--know one, know all all that matey and browny were forbidden to write they looked allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair although it blew hard when caesar crossed the rubicon always the shout for more produced it ("news") am i ill? i must be hungry! am i thy master, or thou mine? americans forgivingly remember, without mentioning amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse among boys there are laws of honour and chivalrous codes amused after their tiresome work of slaughter an old spoiler of women is worse than one spoiled by them! an obedient creature enough where he must be an edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer an angry woman will think the worst an incomprehensible world indeed at the bottom and at the top an instinct labouring to supply the deficiencies of stupidity and her voice, against herself, was for england and, ladies, if you will consent to be likened to a fruit and so farewell my young ambition! and with it farewell all true and now came war, the purifier and the pestilence and to these instructions he gave an aim: "first be virtuous" and life said, do it, and death said, to what end? and never did a stroke of work in my life and not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home and one gets the worst of it (in any bargain) and he passed along the road, adds the philosopher and it's one family where the dog is pulled by the collar and not be beaten by an acknowledged defeat anecdotist to slaughter families for the amusement anguish to think of having bent the knee for nothing anticipate opposition by initiating measures any excess pushes to craziness any man is in love with any woman appealed to reason in them; he would not hear of convictions appetite to flourish at the cost of the weaker arch-devourer time are we practical?' penetrates the bosom of an english audience aristocratic assumption of licence arm'd with fear the foe finds passage to the vital part arrest the enemy by vociferations of persistent prayer art of speaking on politics tersely art of despising what he coveted as faith comes--no saying how; one swears by them as for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire as in all great oratory! the key of it is the pathos as the lord decided, so it would end! "oh, delicious creed!" as to wit, the sneer is the cloak of clumsiness as fair play as a woman's lord could give her as when nations are secretly preparing for war as if she had never heard him previously enunciate the formula as secretive as they are sensitive as well ask (women) how a battle-field concerns them! as becomes them, they do not look ahead as for titles, the way to defend them is to be worthy of them as if the age were the injury! as little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk ask pardon of you, without excusing myself ask not why, where reason never was assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights at war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have at the age of forty, men that love love rootedly attacked my conscience on the cowardly side automatic creature is subject to the laws of its construction avoid the position that enforces publishing back from the altar to discover that she has chained herself bad laws are best broken bad luck's not repeated every day keep heart for the good bade his audience to beware of princes bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry barriers are for those who cannot fly be the woman and have the last word! be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone be good and dull, and please everybody be philosophical, but accept your personal dues be what you seem, my little one be politic and give her elbow-room for her natural angles bear in mind that we are sentimentalists--the eye is our servant beauchamp's career beautiful women may believe themselves beloved beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness beautiful servicelessness beauty is rare; luckily is it rare because you loved something better than me because men can't abide praise of another man because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall becoming air of appropriation that made it family history bed was a rock of refuge and fortified defence began the game of pull beginning to have a movement to kiss the whip behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beauty being in heart and mind the brother to the sister with women being heard at night, in the nineteenth century belief in the narrative by promoting nausea in the audience believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own bent double to gather things we have tossed away better for men of extremely opposite opinions not to meet between love grown old and indifference ageing to love beware the silent one of an assembly! beyond a plot of flowers, a gold-green meadow dipped to a ridge bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth borrower to be dancing on fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss botched mendings will only make them worse bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy bounds of his intelligence closed their four walls boys who can appreciate brave deeds are capable of doing them boys, of course--but men, too! boys are unjust braggadocioing in deeds is only next bad to mouthing it brains will beat grim death if we have enough of them brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind british hunger for news; second only to that for beef brittle is foredoomed brotherhood among the select who wear masks instead of faces but great, powerful london--the new universe to her spirit but the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... but to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death but a woman must now and then ingratiate herself but a great success is full of temptations but is there such a thing as happiness but what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) but the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off but love for a parent is not merely duty but they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly but i leave it to you but you must be beautiful to please some men but had sunk to climb on a firmer footing by nature incapable of asking pardon by forbearance, put it in the wrong by resisting, i made him a tyrant by our manner of loving we are known cajoled like a twenty-year-old yahoo at college call of the great world's appetite for more (invented news) calm fanaticism of the passion of love can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve can a man go farther than his nature? can believe a woman to be any age when her cheeks are tinted cannot be any goodness unless it is a practiced goodness canvassing means intimidation or corruption capacity for thinking should precede the act of writing capricious potentate whom they worship careful not to smell of his office carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks carry a scene through in virtue's name and vice's mask causes him to be popularly weighed centres of polished barbarism known as aristocratic societies challenged him to lead up to her desired stormy scene charges of cynicism are common against all satirists charitable mercifulness; better than sentimental ointment charity that supplied the place of justice was not thanked chaste are wattled in formalism and throned in sourness cheerful martyr childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen powers who feed us chose to conceive that he thought abstractedly circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow civil tongue and rosy smiles sweeten even sour wine claim for equality puts an end to the priceless privileges clotilde fenced, which is half a confession cock-sure has crowed low by sunset cold charity to all cold curiosity come prepared to be not very well satisfied with anything comfortable have to pay in occasional panics for the serenity command of countenance the countess possessed commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge common voice of praise in the mouths of his creditors common sense is the secret of every successful civil agitation compared the governing of the irish to the management of a horse comparisons will thrust themselves on minds disordered compassionate sentiments veered round to irate amazement complacent languor of the wise youth compliment of being outwitted by their own offspring compromise is virtual death conduct is never a straight index where the heart's involved confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications consciousness of some guilt when vowing itself innocent consent to take life as it is consent of circumstances conservative, whose astounded state paralyzes his wrath consign discussion to silence with the cynical closure constitutionally discontented consult the family means--waste your time contempt of military weapons and ridicule of the art of war contemptuous exclusiveness could not go farther continued trust in the man--is the alternative of despair convict it by instinct without the ceremony of a jury convictions we store--wherewith to shape our destinies convictions are generally first impressions convincing themselves that they impersonate sagacity cordiality of an extreme relief in leaving could not understand enthusiasm for the schoolmaster's career could peruse platitudes upon that theme with enthusiasm could affect me then, without being flung at me could we--we might be friends could the best of men be simply--a woman's friend? could have designed this gabbler for the mate country can go on very well without so much speech-making country prizing ornaments higher than qualities country enclosed us to make us feel snug in our own importance courage to grapple with his pride and open his heart was wanting cover of action as an escape from perplexity cowardice is even worse for nations than for individual men crazy zigzag of policy in almost every stroke (of history) creatures that wait for circumstances to bring the change critical in their first glance at a prima donna critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear cupid clipped of wing is a destructive parasite curious thing would be if curious things should fail to happen dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel dangerous things are uttered after the third glass dark-eyed renee was not beauty but attraction days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples dead britons are all britons, but live britons are not quite brothers death is only the other side of the ditch death within which welcomed a death without death is our common cloak; but calamity individualizes death is always next door debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable decency's a dirty petticoat in the garden of innocence decent insincerity decline to practise hypocrisy dedicated to the putrid of the upper circle deeds only are the title deep as a mother's, pure as a virgin's, fiery as a saint's defiance of foes and (what was harder to brave) of friends delay in thine undertaking is disaster of thy own making depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal depreciating it after the fashion of chartered hypocrites. desire of it destroyed it despises hostile elements and goes unpunished despises the pomades and curling-irons of modern romance determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it detestable feminine storms enveloping men weak enough detested titles, invented by the english developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women dialectical stiffness dialogue between nature and circumstance did not know the nature of an oath, and was dismissed didn't say a word no use in talking about feelings dignitary, and he passed under the bondage of that position dignity of sulking so seductive to the wounded spirit of man discover the writers in a day when all are writing! discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters disqualification of constantly offending prejudices dissent rings out finely, and approval is a feeble murmur distaste for all exercise once pleasurable distinguished by his not allowing himself to be provoked distrust us, and it is a declaration of war dithyrambic inebriety of narration divided lovers in presence do you judge of heroes as of lesser men? do i serve my hand? or, do i serve my heart? dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man dogs die more decently than we men dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love dose he had taken was not of the sweetest drank to show his disdain of its powers dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (scandalsheet) dreads our climate and coffee too much to attempt the voyage drink is their death's river, rolling them on helpless dudley was not gifted to read behind words and looks earl of cressett fell from his coach-box in a fit eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning eccentric behaviour in trifles effort to be reticent concerning nevil, and communicative efforts to weary him out of his project were unsuccessful elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors embarrassments of an uncongenial employment emilia alone of the party was as a blot to her eminently servile is the tolerated lawbreaker empanelled to deliver verdicts upon the ways of women empty magnanimity which his uncle presented to him empty stomachs are foul counsellors enamoured young men have these notions enemy's laugh is a bugle blown in the night energy to something, that was not to be had in a market england's the foremost country of the globe english maids are domesticated savage animals english antipathy to babblers enjoys his luxuries and is ashamed of his laziness enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony enthusiasm struck and tightened the loose chord of scepticism enthusiast, when not lyrical, is perilously near to boring envy of the man of positive knowledge equally acceptable salted when it cannot be had fresh everlastingly in this life the better pays for the worse every church of the city lent its iron tongue to the peal every failure is a step advanced every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband everywhere the badge of subjection is a poor stomach exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations excess of a merit is a capital offence in morality excited, glad of catastrophe if it but killed monotony expectations dupe us, not trust explaining of things to a dull head externally soft and polished, internally hard and relentless exuberant anticipatory trustfulness exult in imagination of an escape up to the moment of capture eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are face betokening the perpetual smack of lemon failures oft are but advising friends faith works miracles. at least it allows time for them fantastical far higher quality is the will that can subdue itself to wait fast growing to be an eccentric by profession fatal habit of superiority stopped his tongue father used to say, four hours for a man, six for a woman father and she were aware of one another without conversing favour can't help coming by rotation fear nought so much as fear itself feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with feel no shame that i do not feel! feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being feigned utter condemnation to make partial comfort acceptable fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously feminine pity, which is nearer to contempt than to tenderness feminine; coming when she willed and flying when wanted festive board provided for them by the valour of their fathers few men can forbear to tell a spicy story of their friends few feelings are single on this globe fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings fine shades were still too dominant at brookfield fine eye for celestially directed consequences is ever haunted finishing touches to the negligence fire smoothes the creases fires in the grates went through the ceremony of warming nobody fit of republicanism in the nursery flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner flung him, pitied him, and passed on foamy top is offered and gulped as equivalent to an idea foe can spoil my face; he beats me if he spoils my temper foist on you their idea of your idea at the moment fond, as they say, of his glass and his girl foolish trick of thinking for herself for 'tis ireland gives england her soldiers, her generals too forewarn readers of this history that there is no plot in it forgetfulness is like a closing sea fortitude leaned so much upon the irony forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence found that he 'cursed better upon water' found it difficult to forgive her his own folly found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death fourth of the georges frankness as an armour over wariness fretted by his relatives he cannot be much of a giant friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with friendship, i fancy, means one heart between two from head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible frozen vanity called pride, which does not seek to be revenged full-o'-beer's a hasty chap fun, at any cost, is the one object worth a shot further she read, "which is the coward among us?" generally he noticed nothing gentlefolks like straight-forwardness in their inferiors gentleman in a good state of preservation gentleman who does so much 'cause he says so little get back what we give giant vanity urged giant energy to make use of giant duplicity give our courage as hostage for the fulfilment of what we hope give our consciences to the keeping of the parsons given up his brains for a lodging to a single idea glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace gone to pieces with an injured lover's babble good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted good jokes are not always good policy good maxim for the wrathful--speak not at all good and evil work together in this world good nature, and means no more harm than he can help good-bye to sorrow for a while--keep your tears for the living goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character gossip always has some solid foundation, however small government of brain; not sufficient insurrection of heart gradations appear to be unknown to you graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception grand air of pitying sadness gratitude never was a woman's gift gratuitous insult gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars greater our successes, the greater the slaves we become greatest of men; who have to learn from the loss of the woman grief of an ill-fortuned passion of his youth grimaces at a government long-nosed to no purpose grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) habit of antedating his sagacity habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is habit had legalized his union with her had taken refuge in their opera-glasses had shakespeare's grandmother three christian names? had come to be her lover through being her husband had got the trick of lying, through fear of telling the truth half designingly permitted her trouble to be seen half a dozen dozen left half-truth that we may put on the mask of the whole happiness in love is a match between ecstasy and compliance happy the woman who has not more to speak happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty hard enough for a man to be married to a fool hard men have sometimes a warm affection for dogs hard to bear, at times unbearable haremed opinion of the unfitness of women hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery hates a compromise haunted many pillows have her profile very frequently while i am conversing with her having contracted the fatal habit of irony he was not alive for his own pleasure he was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered he neared her, wooing her; and she assented he prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion he had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration he has been tolerably honest, tom, for a man and a lover he clearly could not learn from misfortune he had to go, he must, he has to be always going he never acknowledged a trouble, he dispersed it he sinks terribly when he sinks at all he was a figure on a horse, and naught when off it he would neither retort nor defend himself he had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine he was not a weaver of phrases in distress he thinks or he chews he is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two he postponed it to the next minute and the next he is in the season of faults he thinks that the country must be saved by its women as well he stormed her and consented to be beaten he kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow i will tell' he had his character to maintain he grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him he squandered the guineas, she patiently picked up the pence he judged of others by himself he was the maddest of tyrants--a weak one he had neat phrases, opinions in packets he whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies he was the prisoner of his word he, by insisting, made me a rebel he never calculated on the happening of mortal accidents he smoked, lord avonley said of the second departure he will be a part of every history (the fool) he lies as naturally as an infant sucks he tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer he put no question to anybody he gained much by claiming little he had expected romance, and had met merchandize he lost the art of observing himself he bowed to facts he runs too much from first principles to extremes he condensed a paragraph into a line he was too much on fire to know the taste of absurdity he wants the whip; ought to have had it regularly he never explained he had wealth for a likeness of strength he did not vastly respect beautiful women he had gone, and the day lived again for both of them he took small account of the operations of the feelings he began ambitiously--it's the way at the beginning he had to shake up wrath over his grievances he gave a slight sign of restiveness, and was allowed to go he loathed a skulker he's good from end to end, and beats a christian hollow (a hog) hear victorious lawlessness appealing solemnly to god the law heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him heartily she thanked the girl for the excuse to cry hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy heights of humour beyond laughter her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis her intimacy with a man old enough to be her grandfather her aspect suggested the repose of a winter landscape her vehement fighting against facts her duel with time her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury here and there a plain good soul to whom he was affectionate here, where he both wished and wished not to be hermits enamoured of wind and rain hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use herself, content to be dull if he might shine hesitating strangeness that sometimes gathers during absences himself in the worn old surplice of the converted rake his equanimity was fictitious his gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given his alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture his idea of marriage is, the taking of the woman into custody his violent earnestness, his imperial self-confidence his ridiculous equanimity his fancy performed miraculous feats his apparent cynicism is sheer irritability his aim to win the woman acknowledged no obstacle in the means his restored sense of possession his wife alone, had, as they termed it, kept him together holding to his work after the strain's over--that tells the man holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency holy images, and other miraculous objects are sold honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics hopeless task of defending a woman from a woman hopes of a coming disillusion that would restore him hosts of men are of the simple order of the comic how many instruments cannot clever women play upon how little a thing serves fortune's turn how success derides ambition! how immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! how angry i should be with you if you were not so beautiful! how little we mean to do harm when we do an injury how to compromise the matter for the sake of peace? how many degrees from love gratitude may be hug the hatred they packed up among their bundles human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move i rather like to hear a woman swear. it embellishes her! i ain't a speeder of matrimony i haven't got the pluck of a flea i never pay compliments to transparent merit i 'm the warming pan, as legitimately i should be i always respected her; i never liked her i would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service i do not defend myself ever i want no more, except to be taught to work i married a cook she expects a big appetite i would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you i detest anything that has to do with gratitude i had to make my father and mother live on potatoes i cannot delay; but i request you, that are here privileged i cannot get on with gibbon i can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? i have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them i hate old age it changes you so i could be in love with her cruelty, if only i had her near me i look on the back of life i who respect the state of marriage by refusing i like him, i like him, of course, but i want to breathe i know that your father has been hearing tales told of me i hope i am not too hungry to discriminate i did, replied evan. 'i told a lie.' i am not ashamed i was discontented, and could not speak my discontent i never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there i beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care i can't think brisk out of my breeches i have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy i had to cross the park to give a lesson i 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object i cannot live a life of deceit. a life of misery--not deceit i am a discordant instrument i do not readily vibrate i take off my hat, nan, when i see a cobbler's stall i always wait for a thing to happen first i never see anything, my dear i know nothing of imagination i never knew till this morning the force of no in earnest i can pay clever gentlemen for doing greek for me i do not see it, because i will not see it i wanted a hero i do not think frenchmen comparable to the women of france i cannot say less, and will say no more i baint done yet i detest enthusiasm i make a point of never recommending my own house i laughed louder than was necessary i hate sleep: i hate anything that robs me of my will i don't count them against women (moods) i have and hold--you shall hunger and covet i give my self, i do not sell i'll come as straight as i can i'm for a rational deity i'm in love with everything she wishes! i've got the habit idea is the only vital breath ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have if the world is hostile we are not to blame it if you have this creative soul, be the slave of your creature if i love you, need you care what anybody else thinks if i do not speak of payment if there's no doubt about it, how is it i have a doubt about it? if you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you? if we are robbed, we ask, how came we by the goods? if we are really for nature, we are not lawless if he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you if thou wouldst fix remembrance--thwack! if i'm struck, i strike back if only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality if we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play first ignorance roaring behind a mask of sarcasm imagination she has, for a source of strength in the future days immense wealth and native obtuseness combine to disfigure us imparting the usual chorus of yesses to his own mind impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man impossible for him to think that women thought impudent boy's fling at superiority over the superior in italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title in truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody in sir austin's note-book was written: "between simple boyhood..." in our house, my son, there is peculiar blood. we go to wreck! in india they sacrifice the widows, in france the virgins in every difficulty, patience is a life-belt in the pay of our doctors in bottle if not on draught (oratory) incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature incessantly speaking of the necessity we granted it unknowingly inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought increase of dissatisfaction with the more she got indirect communication with heaven inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world indulged in their privilege of thinking what they liked infallibility of our august mother infants are said to have their ideas, and why not young ladies? infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them inferences are like shadows on the wall inflicted no foretaste of her coming subjection to him informed him that he never played jokes with money, or on men injury forbids us to be friends again innocence and uncleanness may go together insistency upon there being two sides to a case--to every case intellectual contempt of easy dupes intensely communicative, but inarticulate intentions are really rich possessions intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will intrusion of hard material statements, facts intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash invite indecision to exhaust their scruples ireland 's the sore place of england irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances irishmen will never be quite sincere ironical fortitude irony instead of eloquence irony in him is only eulogy standing on its head irony provoked his laughter more than fun irony that seemed to spring from aversion irritability at the intrusion of past disputes is not one month of brightness as much as we can ask for? is it any waste of time to write of love? is he jealous? 'only when i make him, he is.' it is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him it was now, as sir austin had written it down, the magnetic age it rarely astonishes our ears it illumines our souls it was an honest buss, but dear at ten thousand it was harder to be near and not close it is the best of signs when women take to her it is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love it is well to learn manners without having them imposed on us it 's us hard ones that get on best in the world it was in a time before our joyful era of universal equality it is not high flying, which usually ends in heavy falling it goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger it would be hard! ay, then we do it forthwith it was his ill luck to have strong appetites and a weak stomach it is better for us both, of course it was as if she had been eyeing a golden door shut fast it is no use trying to conceal anything from him it was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill it's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere it's no use trying to be a gentleman if you can't pay for it italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy january was watering and freezing old earth by turns judgeing of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals just bad inquirin' too close among men keep passion sober, a trotter in harness kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries kindness is kindness, all over the world knew my friend to be one of the most absent-minded of men lack of precise words admonished him of the virtue of silence land and beasts! they sound like blessed things lawyers hold the keys of the great world lay no petty traps for opportunity laying of ghosts is a public duty leader accustomed to count ahead upon vapourish abstractions learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them learn--principally not to be afraid of ideas led him to impress his unchangeableness upon her lend him your own generosity lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people lest thou commence to lie--be dumb! let but the throb be kept for others--that is the one secret let never necessity draw the bow of our weakness let none of us be so exalted above the wit of daily life levelling a finger at the taxpayer lies are usurers' coin we pay for ten thousand per cent life is the burlesque of young dreams like an ill-reared fruit, first at the core it rotteth like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master limit was two bottles of port wine at a sitting listened to one another, and blinded the world literature is a good stick and a bad horse little boy named tommy wedger said he saw a dead body go by littlenesses of which women are accused loathing for speculation loathing of artifice to raise emotion longing for love and dependence look backward only to correct an error of conduct in future look well behind look within, and avoid lying looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount looking on him was listening loudness of the interrogation precluded thought of an answer love the children of erin, when not fretted by them love and war have been compared--both require strategy love the difficulty better than the woman love of pleasure keeps us blind children love must needs be an egoism love dies like natural decay love, with his accustomed cunning love the poor devil love discerns unerringly what is and what is not duty love of men and women as a toy that i have played with love is a contagious disease love, that has risen above emotion, quite independent of craving love that shrieks at a mortal wound, and bleeds humanly love's a selfish business one has work in hand loves his poets, can almost understand what poetry means loving in this land: they all go mad, straight off lucky accidents are anticipated only by fools made of his creed a strait-jacket for humanity madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by magnificent in generosity; he had little humaneness magnify an offence in the ratio of our vanity make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall make no effort to amuse him. he is always occupied making too much of it--a trick of the vulgar man without a penny in his pocket, and a gizzard full of pride man who beats his wife my first question is, 'do he take his tea?' man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object man owes a duty to his class man who helps me to read the world and men as they are mankind is offended by heterodoxy in mean attire mare would do, and better than a dozen horses mark of a fool to take everybody for a bigger fool than himself marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money married at forty, and i had to take her shaped as she was martyrs of love or religion are madmen material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it matter that is not nourishing to brains maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm may lull themselves with their wakefulness may not one love, not craving to be beloved? meant to vanquish her with the dominating patience meditations upon the errors of the general man, as a cover memory inspired by the sensations men in love are children with their mistresses men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age men overweeningly in love with their creations men had not pleased him of late men who believe that there is a virtue in imprecations men bore the blame, though the women were rightly punished men love to boast of things nobody else has seen men must fight: the law is only a quieter field for them men they regard as their natural prey mental and moral neuters metaphysician's treatise on nature: a torch to see the sunrise mighty highnesses who had only smelt the outside edge of battle mika! you did it in cold blood? mindless, he says, and arrogant minutes taken up by the grey puffs from their mouths mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense mistaking of her desires for her reasons modest are the most easily intoxicated when they sip at vanity money is of course a rough test of virtue money's a chain-cable for holding men to their senses moral indignation is ever consolatory morales, madame, suit ze sun more argument i cannot bear more culpable the sparer than the spared most youths are like pope's women; they have no character mrs. fleming, of queen anne's farm, was the wife of a yeoman music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers music in italy? amorous and martial, brainless and monotonous must be the moralist in the satirist if satire is to strike mutual deference my first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house my voice! i have my voice! emilia had cried it out to herself my plain story is of two kentish damsels my mistress! my glorious stolen fruit! my dark angel of love my engagement to mr. pericles is that i am not to write my belief is, you do it on purpose. can't be such rank idiots naked original ideas, are acceptable at no time napoleon's treatment of women is excellent example nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle nations at war are wild beasts naturally as deceived as he wished to be nature and law never agreed nature is not of necessity always roaring nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty nature's logic, nature's voice, for self-defence naughtily australian and kangarooly necessary for him to denounce somebody necessity's offspring needed support of facts, and feared them never nurse an injury, great or small never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian time never forget that old ireland is weeping never reckon on womankind for a wise act never was a word fitter for a quack's mouth than "humanity" never forgave an injury without a return blow for it never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities never, never love a married woman never intended that we should play with flesh and blood never pretend to know a girl by her face nevertheless, inclinations are an infidelity next door to the last trump night has little mercy for the self-reproachful no enemy's shot is equal to a weak heart in the act no case is hopeless till a man consents to think it is no runner can outstrip his fate no flattery for me at the expense of my sisters no heart to dare is no heart to love! no nose to the hero, no moral to the tale no word is more lightly spoken than shame no intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home no man can hear the words which prove him a prophet (quietly) no great harm done when you're silent no stopping the press while the people have an appetite for it no act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers no love can be without jealousy no man has a firm foothold who pretends to it no conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent no companionship save with the wound they nurse no! gentlemen don't fling stones; leave that to the blackguards none but fanatics, cowards, white-eyeballed dogmatists nor can a protest against coarseness be sweepingly interpreted not to bother your wits, but leave the puzzle to the priest not likely to be far behind curates in besieging an heiress not to go hunting and fawning for alliances not much esteem for non-professional actresses not every chapter can be sunshine not in a situation that could bear of her blaming herself not to be the idol, to have an aim of our own not the indignant and the frozen, but the genially indifferent not always the right thing to do the right thing not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all not a page of his books reveals malevolence or a sneer not in love--she was only not unwilling to be in love not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers not men of brains, but the men of aptitudes not daring risk of office by offending the taxpayer not afford to lose, and a disposition free of the craving to win not the great creatures we assume ourselves to be not so much read a print as read the imprinting on themselves nothing desirable will you have which is not coveted nothing is a secret that has been spoken nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by notoriously been above the honours of grammar nought credit but what outward orbs reveal now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near nursing of a military invalid awakens tenderer anxieties o self! self! self! o for yesterday! o heaven! of what avail is human effort? obedience oils necessity obeseness is the most sensitive of our ailments objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life occasional instalments--just to freshen the account official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one oggler's genial piety made him shrink with nausea oh! beastly bathos oh! i can't bear that class of people old age is a prison wall between us and young people old houses are doomed to burnings omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves on a morning when day and night were made one by fog on which does the eye linger longest--which draws the heart? on a wild april morning on the threshold of puberty, there is one unselfish hour once out of the rutted line, you are food for lion and jackal once my love? said he. not now?--does it mean, not now? once called her beautiful; his praise had given her beauty one has to feel strong in a delicate position one night, and her character's gone one wants a little animation in a husband one in a temper at a time i'm sure 's enough one might build up a respectable figure in negatives one fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose one is a fish to her hook; another a moth to her light one learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them one idea is a bullet one of those men whose characters are read off at a glance one seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us one who studies is not being a fool only true race, properly so called, out of india--german only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers opened a wider view of the world to him, and a colder openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years or where you will, so that's in ireland oratory will not work against the stream, or on languid tides orderliness, from which men are privately exempt our partner is our master our most diligent pupil learns not so much as an earnest teacher our love and labour are constantly on trial our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us our life is but a little holding, lent to do a mighty labour our lawyers have us inside out, like our physicians owner of such a woman, and to lose her! pact between cowardice and comfort under the title of expediency pain is a cloak that wraps you about paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots parliament, is the best of occupations for idle men partake of a morning draught passion is not invariably love passion, he says, is noble strength on fire passion does not inspire dark appetite--dainty innocence does passion added to a bowl of reason makes a sophist's mess past, future, and present, the three weights upon humanity past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw patience is the pestilence patronizing woman paying compliments and spoiling a game! payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust peace, i do pray, for the husband-haunted wife peace-party which opposed was the actual cause of the war pebble may roll where it likes--not so the costly jewel peculiar subdued form of laughter through the nose people who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season people is one of your radical big words that burst at a query people of a provocative prosperity people with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship people were virtuous in past days: they counted their sinners perhaps inspire him, if he would let her breathe period of his life a man becomes too voraciously constant persist, if thou wouldst truly reach thine ends person in another world beyond this world of blood perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language pessimy is invulnerable petty concessions are signs of weakness to the unsatisfied philip was a spartan for keeping his feelings under philosophy skimmed, and realistic romances deep-sounded pitiful conceit in men planting the past in the present like a perceptible ghost play second fiddle without looking foolish play the great game of blunders pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men please to be pathetic on that subject after i am wrinkled pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face pleasure-giving laws that make the curves we recognize as beauty poetic romance is delusion policy seems to petrify their minds polished barbarism politics as well as the other diseases poor mortals are not in the habit of climbing olympus to ask portrait of himself by the artist practical for having an addiction to the palpable practical or not, the good people affectingly wish to be prayer for an object is the cajolery of an idol press, which had kindled, proceeded to extinguished presumptuous belief pride is the god of pagans pride in being always myself primitive appetite for noise principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it procrastination and excessive scrupulousness professional puritans professional widows profound belief in her partiality for him propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd protestant clergy the social police of the english middle-class providence and her parents were not forgiven published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity puns are the smallpox of the language push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball push indolent unreason to gain the delusion of happiness put material aid at a lower mark than gentleness put into her woman's harness of the bit and the blinkers puzzle to connect the foregoing and the succeeding question with some whether idiots should live question the gain of such an expenditure of energy quick to understand, she is in the quick of understanding quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance rage of a conceited schemer tricked rapture of obliviousness rare men of honour who can command their passion rare as epic song is the man who is thorough in what he does rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed read with his eyes when you meet him this morning read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies ready is the ardent mind to take footing on the last thing done real happiness is a state of dulness rebellion against society and advocacy of humanity run counter rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience reflection upon a statement is its lightning in advance refuge in the castle of negation against the whole army of facts regularity of the grin of dentistry rejoicing they have in their common agreement religion is the one refuge from women religion condones offences: philosophy has no forgiveness reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim remarked that the young men must fight it out together repeatedly, in contempt of the disgust of iteration reproof of such supererogatory counsel requiring natural services from her in the button department respect one another's affectations respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower revived for them so much of themselves rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous rhoda will love you. she is firm when she loves rich and poor 's all right, if i'm rich and you're poor ripe with oft telling and old is the tale rogue on the tremble of detection rose was much behind her age rose! what have i done? 'nothing at all,' she said rumour for the nonce had a stronger spice of truth than usual said she was what she would have given her hand not to be salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment satirist too devotedly loves his lash to be a persuasive teacher satirist is an executioner by profession says you're so clever you ought to be a man scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices scorned him for listening to the hesitations (hers) scotchman's metaphysics; you know nothing clear screams of an uninjured lady second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant secret of the art was his meaning what he said secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal seed-time passed thus smoothly, and adolescence came on self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in self-consoled when they are not self-justified self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another self-incense self-worship, which is often self-distrust selfishness and icy inaccessibility to emotion semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so sensitiveness to the sting, which is not allowed to poison sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution serene presumption service of watering the dry and drying the damp (whiskey) seventy, when most men are reaping and stacking their sins sham spiritualism share of foulness to them that are for scouring the chamber she sought, by looking hard, to understand it better she was not his match--to speak would be to succumb she dealt in the flashes which connect ideas she had sunk her intelligence in her sensations she had no longer anything to resent: she was obliged to weep she believed friendship practicable between men and women she stood with a dignity that the word did not express she began to feel that this was life in earnest she had a fatal attraction for antiques she was at liberty to weep if she pleased she was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor she thought that friendship was sweeter than love she endured meekly, when there was no meekness she ran through delusion and delusion, exhausting each she felt in him a maker of facts she did not detest the countess because she could not like her she herself did not like to be seen eating in public she marries, and it's the end of her sparkling she might turn out good, if well guarded for a time she had great awe of the word 'business' she disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her she was perhaps a little the taller of the two she was not, happily, one of the women who betray strong feeling she had to be the hypocrite or else--leap she had a thirsting mind she seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls she was sick of personal freedom she, not disinclined to dilute her grief she seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler she can make puddens and pies she was thrust away because because he had offended should we leave a good deed half done showery, replied the admiral, as his cocked-hat was knocked off shun comparisons shuns the statuesque pathetic, or any kind of posturing sign that the evil had reached from pricks to pokes silence was doing the work of a scourge silence and such signs are like revelations in black night silence was their only protection to the nice feelings silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love simple obstinacy of will sustained her simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can simplicity is the keenest weapon sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be sinners are not to repent only in words slap and pinch and starve our appetites slave of existing conventions slaves of the priests sleepless night slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce small things producing great consequences small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone smart remarks have their measured distances smile she had in reserve for serviceable persons smoky receptacle cherishing millions smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque (obesity) snatch her from a possessor who forfeited by undervaluing her snuffle of hypocrisy in her prayer so are great deeds judged when the danger's past (as easy) so indulgent when they drop their blot on a lady's character so long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat so it is when you play at life! when you will not go straight so says the minute years are before you so much for morality in those days! so the frog telleth tadpoles socially and politically mean one thing in the end soft slumber of a strength never yet called forth solitude is pasturage for a suspicion some so-called laws of honour something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you south-western island has few attractions to other than invalids spare me that word "female" as long as you live speech that has to be hauled from the depths usually betrays speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing speech is poor where emotion is extreme spiritualism, and on the balm that it was stand not in my way, nor follow me too far startled by the criticism in laughter state of feverish patriotism statesman who stooped to conquer fact through fiction statistics are according to their conjurors steady shakes them story that she believed indeed, but had not quite sensibly felt strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that straining for common talk, and showing the strain strength in love is the sole sincerity strengthening the backbone for a bend of the knee in calamity stultification of one's feelings and ideas style is the mantle of greatness style resembling either early architecture or utter dilapidation subterranean recess for nature against the institutions of man such a man was banned by the world, which was to be despised? suggestion of possible danger might more dangerous than silence sunning itself in the glass of envy suspects all young men and most young women suspicion was her best witness sweet treasure before which lies a dragon sleeping sweetest on earth to her was to be prized by her brother swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic sympathy is for proving, not prating taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame take 'em somethin' like providence--as they come taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature tale, which leaves the man's mind at home task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women taste a wound from the lightest touch, and they nurse the venom tears that dried as soon as they had served their end tears are the way of women and their comfort tears of men sink plummet-deep tears of such a man have more of blood than of water in them telling her anything, she makes half a face in anticipation tendency to polysyllabic phraseology tenderness which mrs. mel permitted rather than encouraged tension of the old links keeping us together terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail that sort of progenitor is your "permanent aristocracy" that is life--when we dare death to live! that plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat that a mask is a concealment that fiery dragon, a beautiful woman with brains that which fine cookery does for the cementing of couples that beautiful trust which habit gives that pit of one of their dead silences that's the natural shamrock, after the artificial the burlesque irishman can't be caricatured the greed of gain is our volcano the power to give and take flattery to any amount the worst of it is, that we remember the debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay the man had to be endured, like other doses in politics the brainless in art and in statecraft the sentimentalists are represented by them among the civilized the way is clear: we have only to take the step the girl could not know her own mind, for she suited him exactly the religion of this vast english middle-class--comfort the slavery of the love of a woman chained the turn will come to us as to others--and go the woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master the defensive is perilous policy in war the healthy only are fit to live the language of party is eloquent the world without him would be heavy matter the weighty and the trivial contended the rider's too heavy for the horse in england the greater wounds do not immediately convince us of our fate the people always wait for the winner the defensive is perilous policy in war the family view is everlastingly the shopkeeper's the infant candidate delights in his honesty the tragedy of the mirror is one for a woman to write the worst of omens is delay the blindness of fortune is her one merit the system is cursed by nature, and that means by heaven the sentimentalist goes on accumulating images the gallant cornet adored delicacy and a gilded refinement the thrust sinned in its shrewdness the ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt the countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality the letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit the dismally-lighted city wore a look of judgement terrible to see the well of true wit is truth itself the past is our mortal mother, no dead thing the philosopher (i would keep him back if i could) the unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die the woman follows the man, and music fits to verse, the impalpable which has prevailing weight the face of a stopped watch the most dangerous word of all--ja the old confession, that we cannot cook(the english) the night went past as a year the effects of the infinitely little the homage we pay him flatters us the backstairs of history (memoirs) the grey furniture of time for his natural wear the beat of a heart with a dread like a shot in it the good life gone lives on in the mind the woman side of him the next ten minutes will decide our destinies the terrible aggregate social woman the shots hit us behind you the spending, never harvesting, world the despot is alert at every issue, to every chance the banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke the idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked dahlia's irony the love that survives has strangled craving the thought stood in her eyes the proper defence for a nation is its history the born preacher we feel instinctively to be our foe the danger of a little knowledge of things is disputable the commonest things are the worst done the world is wise in its way the pilgrim's scrip remarks that: young men take joy in nothing the divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer the king without his crown hath a forehead like the clown the overwise themselves hoodwink the kindest of men can be cruel the devil trusts nobody the majority, however, had been snatched out of this bliss the critic that sneers the habit of the defensive paralyzes will the intricate, which she takes for the infinite the exhaustion ensuing we named tranquillity the social world he looked at did not show him heroes the mildness of assured dictatorship the race is for domestic peace, my boy the embraced respected woman the divinely damnable naked truth won't wear ornaments the alternative is, a garter and the bedpost the curse of sorrow is comparison! the idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet the circle which the ladies of brookfield were designing the wretch who fears death dies multitudinously their hearts are eaten up by property their sneer withers their not caring to think at all their way was down a green lane and across long meadow-paths their idol pitched before them on the floor then, if you will not tell me then for us the struggle, for him the grief there is no first claim there is no history of events below the surface there is more in men and women than the stuff they utter there were joy-bells for robert and rhoda, but none for dahlia there is no driver like stomach there are women who go through life not knowing love there is little to be learnt when a little is known there is for the mind but one grasp of happiness there is no step backward in life there may be women who think as well as feel; i don't know them there's not an act of a man's life lies dead behind him there's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off there's nothing like a metaphor for an evasion they laugh, but they laugh extinguishingly they do not live; they are engines they helped her to feel at home with herself they have not to speak to exhibit their minds they have their thinking done for them they had all noticed, seen, and observed they, meantime, who had a contempt for sleep they may know how to make themselves happy in their climate they are little ironical laughter--accidents they seem to me to be educated to conceal their education they dare not. the more i dare, the less dare they they miss their pleasure in pursuing it they take fever for strength, and calmness for submission they kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night they could have pardoned her a younger lover they create by stoppage a volcano they believe that the angels have been busy about them they have no sensitiveness, we have too much they want you to show them what they 'd like the world to be they're always having to retire and always hissing things were lumpish and gloomy that day of the week things are not equal thirst for the haranguing of crowds this was a totally different case from the antecedent ones this mania of young people for pleasure, eternal pleasure this female talk of the eternities this love they rattle about and rave about this girl was pliable only to service, not to grief those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances those numerous women who always know themselves to be right those who have the careless chatter, the ready laugh those whose humour consists of a readiness to laugh those days of intellectual coxcombry those happy men who enjoy perceptions without opinions those who know little and dread much thought of differences with him caused frightful apprehensions threatened powerful drugs for weak stomachs threats of prayer, however, that harp upon their sincerity thus are we stricken by the days of our youth thus does love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory past tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness tighter than ever i was tight i'll be to-night time is due to us, and the minutes are our gold slipping away time and strength run to waste in retarding the inevitable time, whose trick is to turn corners of unanticipated sharpness times when an example is needed by brave men tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery tis the first step that makes a path titles showered on the women who take free breath of air to beg the vote and wink the bribe to most men women are knaves or ninnies to be a really popular hero anywhere in britain (must be a drinker) to have no sympathy with the playful mind is not to have a mind to be passive in calamity is the province of no woman to let people speak was a maxim of mrs. mel's, and a wise one to know that you are in england, breathing the same air with me to kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common to the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy to be both generally blamed, and generally liked to do nothing, is the wisdom of those who have seen fools perish to hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe to be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave to time and a wife it is no disgrace for a man to bend to males, all ideas are female until they are made facts to know how to take a licking, that wins in the end tongue flew, thought followed too many time-servers rot the state too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point too often hangs the house on one loose stone too well used to defeat to believe readily in victory too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her tooth that received a stone when it expected candy top and bottom sin is cowardice tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness touching a nerve toyed with little flowers of palest memory tradesman, and he never was known to have sent in a bill trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper trick for killing time without hurting him tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted troublesome appendages of success true enjoyment of the princely disposition true love excludes no natural duty trust no man still, this man may be better than that man truth is, they have taken a stain from the life they lead twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose twisted by a nature that would not allow of open eyes two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them two principal roads by which poor sinners come to a conscience two wishes make a will unaccustomed to have his will thwarted unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions uncommon unprogressiveness unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere universal censor's angry spite unseemly hour--unbetimes unshamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate use your religion like a drug utterance of generous and patriotic cries is not sufficient vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists vanity maketh the strongest most weak venerated by his followers, well hated by his enemies venus of nature was melting into a venus of art very little parleying between determined men vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect victims of the modern feminine 'ideal' violent summons to accept, which is a provocation to deny virtue of impatience virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her wakening to the claims of others--youth's infant conscience want of courage is want of sense war is only an exaggerated form of duelling warm, is hardly the word--winter's warm on skates was born on a hired bed was i true? not so very false, yet how far from truth! was not one of the order whose muse is the public taste watch, and wait we shall want a war to teach the country the value of courage we don't go together into a garden of roses we were unarmed, and the spectacle was distressing we are good friends till we quarrel again we grew accustomed to periods of irish fever we have come to think we have a claim upon her gratitude we women can read men by their power to love we trust them or we crush them we cannot relinquish an idea that was ours we has long overshadowed "i" we must have some excuse, if we would keep to life we like well whatso we have done good work for we could row and ride and fish and shoot, and breed largely we dare not be weak if we would we cannot, men or woman, control the heart in sleep at night we can't hope to have what should be we have a system, not planned but grown we are chiefly led by hope we never see peace but in the features of the dead we live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited we do not see clearly when we are trying to deceive we deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles we have now looked into the hazy interior of their systems we are, in short, a civilized people we can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back we make our taskmasters of those to whom we have done a wrong we must fawn in society we shall go together; we shall not have to weep for one another we shall not be rich--nor poor we don't know we are in halves we're all of us hit at last, and generally by our own weapon we're smitten to-day in our hearts and our pockets we're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us we're treated like old-fashioned ornaments! we've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us weak stomach is certainly more carnally virtuous than a full one weak souls are much moved by having the pathos on their side weak reeds who are easily vanquished and never overcome weather and women have some resemblance they say weighty little word--woman's native watchdog and guardian (no!) welcomed and lured on an adversary to wild outhitting well, sir, we must sell our opium welsh blood is queer blood went into endless invalid's laughter were i chained, for liberty i would sell liberty what will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us what a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' what else is so consolatory to a ruined man? what a stock of axioms young people have handy what the world says, is what the wind says what was this tale of emilia, that grew more and more perplexing what he did, she took among other inevitable matters what a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature what ninnies call nature in books what might have been what's an eccentric? a child grown grey! when we see our veterans tottering to their fall when he's a christian instead of a churchman when you run away, you don't live to fight another day when love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate when to loquacious fools with patience rare i listen when testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy when we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt when you have done laughing with her, you can laugh at her when duelling flourished on our land, frail women powerful where one won't and can't, poor t' other must where fools are the fathers of every miracle where love exists there is goodness where she appears, the first person falls to second rank where heart weds mind, or nature joins intellect whimpering fits you said we enjoy and must have in books who beguiles so much as self? who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete who venerate when they love who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered who cannot talk!--but who can? who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health? who in a labyrinth wandereth without clue who cries, come on, and prays his gods you won't who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt who enjoyed simple things when commanding the luxuries who ever loved that loved not at first sight? who can really think, and not think hopefully? whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion whose bounty was worse to him than his abuse why he enjoyed the privilege of seeing, and was not beside her why, he'll snap your head off for a word why should these men take so much killing? wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty wilfrid perceived that he had become an old man will not admit the existence of a virtue in an opposite opinion william john fleming was simply a poor farmer win you--temperately, let us hope; by storm, if need be winds of panic are violently engaged in occupying the vacuum wins everywhere back a reflection of its own kindliness winter mornings are divine. they move on noiselessly wise in not seeking to be too wise with what little wisdom the world is governed with a proud humility with one idea, we see nothing--nothing but itself with a frozen fish of admirable principles for wife with good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything with death; we'd rather not, because of a qualm with that i sail into the dark with this money, said the demon, you might speculate withdrew into the entrenchments of contempt without a single intimation that he loathed the task without those consolatory efforts, useless between men wits, which are ordinarily less productive than land wives are only an item in the list, and not the most important woman finds herself on board a rudderless vessel woman will be the last thing civilized by man woman descending from her ideal to the gross reality of man woman's precious word no at the sentinel's post, and alert women are happier enslaved women are taken to be the second thoughts of the creator women with brains, moreover, are all heartless women must not be judging things out of their sphere women don't care uncommonly for the men who love them women treat men as their tamed housemates women are wonderfully quick scholars under ridicule women and men are in two hostile camps women are swift at coming to conclusions in these matters won't do to be taking in reefs on a lee-shore wonderment that one of her sex should have ideas wooing a good man for his friendship wooing her with dog's eyes instead of words work of extravagance upon perceptibly plain matter work is medicine world voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly world cannot pardon a breach of continuity world is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite world against us it will not keep us from trying to serve world prefers decorum to honesty would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels would like to feel he was doing a bit of good wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas years are the teachers of the great rocky natures yet, though angels smile, shall not devils laugh you want me to flick your indecision you saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre you are to imagine that they know everything you can master pain, but not doubt you may learn to know yourself through love you do want polish you who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear you choose to give yourself to an obscure dog you are not married, you are simply chained you played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving you talk your mother with a vengeance you have not to be told that i desire your happiness above all you are entreated to repress alarm you accuse or you exonerate--nobody can be half guilty you rides when you can, and you walks when you must you beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering you'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you you'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed you're going to be men, meaning something better than women you're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake you're talking to me, not to a gallery you're the puppet of your women! you've got no friend but your bed young as when she looked upon the lovers in paradise your devotion craves an enormous exchange youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums hospital sketches hospital sketches by robert swain peabody boston & new york houghton mifflin company _the riverside press cambridge_ copyright, , by robert swain peabody all rights reserved _published december _ "_had i the heavens' embroidered cloths, enwrought with golden and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half light; i would spread the cloths under your feet: but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams._" w. b. yeats. note acknowledgments are made to messrs. charles scribner's sons for permission to use a passage from edith wharton's _fighting france_ and to the macmillan company for the use of the poem "aedh wishes for the cloths of heaven," by w. b. yeats. contents introduction ix view from the hospital terrace upthorpe-cum-regis i. the minster and the meadows ii. the church yard iii. the village iv. the hall v. trong's almshouses ranconezzo vi. the town and the lake vii. piazza garibaldi viii. piazza cavour ix. north door of the duomo x. interior of the duomo xi. the villa of the cardinal schalchi-visconti xii. santa prassede, the cardinal's church xiii. the cloisters of sta prassede xiv. the tomb of the cardinal in sta prassede rocher-st.-pol xv. the town and the river merle xvi. la grande rue and la place de la république xvii. l'escalier de jacob xviii. le parvis de ste frédigonde xix. interior of the church of ste frédigonde xx. sacristy steps in the church of ste frédigonde xxi. the château beaumesnil xxii. la tour de la dame blanche aeginassos xxiii. the temple and the forum xxiv. the temple and the forum introduction johns hopkins hospital, baltimore, maryland, _december, ._ one of my good friends, a stanch upholder of what to him is "the catholic church," looks back to the thirteenth century as marking the highest tide of christian civilization. he longs for a restoration (but under other rule) of that monastic life which then gave shelter to art, science, learning, and religion. it does not appear that this longing is coupled with any regret for the exceptionally happy domestic life with which he personally has been blessed. probably his hopes are that even if he establishes, others will maintain, that monastic life and discipline which, duly purified from ultramontane tendencies, he thinks would be so uplifting and beneficial to our times. however that may be, if he is ever immured for many weeks in a great hospital, he will be surprised to find how many are the similarities between its life, its discipline and its atmosphere, and those of the great monasteries. i mean those mediæval houses which spread from the parent at monte cassino to citeaux and cluny and vezelay and thence to far-away parts of europe, and which were even more abundant in england where the ruins of the yorkshire abbeys still attest to their former power. when the time is ripe for the change longed for by our friend he will find that very slight additions to a modern hospital will give him what he wants in great perfection. grateful though i am to them--deeply grateful--yet i know little of the personal history of the founder of this great hospital which now shelters me, or of that "diamond jim brady" who built and endowed this noble wing. still, i feel sure that in many ways these benefactors to their race made their gifts under much the same conditions as those barons and nobles of old who, led by some deep feeling, devoted their wealth to the saving, not only of their own souls, but of the souls and bodies of their fellow men. moreover, if the benefactors who founded and endowed this hospital resembled the men and women who made possible the powerful monasteries of the middle ages, there is also a resemblance to be found between the service that the monks rendered in their day to humanity and knowledge and that devotion which to-day inspires the staff of a great modern hospital. in this very building are housed and in constant attendance a large number of doctors, surgeons and orderlies. their quarters, though in many ways like those in a modern club, are almost equally like the cells of a great monastery. there probably is not one of the staff who was not turned to his profession in some degree by the thought that it would make him of service to mankind. in another wing live several hundred nurses. the strength and health and happiness which appear in the faces of these young women attest to the good effect for women as well as for men of discipline and regular attention to duty. what a shining example is theirs of faithful and altruistic service to suffering humanity! indeed a generous, helpful and encouraging spirit pervades all the men and women who form the staff of the hospital. theirs is a single-minded and unwearying attention which no monks could have excelled, nor could the monasteries ever have offered a wider charity than that which makes white and colored, hebrew and gentile, poor and rich all objects of the kindly help of a skilful and devoted company. i know that the kernel and very centre of the monastery was the lighted altar in the chapel where daily the sacred mysteries were enacted. that is what our friend will need to add to his perfected institution;--and yet--and yet--i doubt if the atmosphere will be very different when that is done. although this place is world-famous as a centre of scientific research and of applied science,--though, in general, religion here is worked out in terms of service,--yet there are signs that the spirit has recognition as well as the physical body. to-day, in the great entrance rotunda stands a colossal and impressive statue of christ, his hands outstretched welcoming the weary and the heavy-laden. the several hundred nurses have daily prayers together before they begin their unselfish work. at the dawn of christmas morning, the doctors, nurses and orderlies make the halls resound with the carols suited to the day; and we hear how one convalescent who was praising his doctor's power over his ailments was surprised by the reply, "it was another power than mine that did it!" perhaps he meant that miraculous servant radium; perhaps he meant nature herself; perhaps he meant something beyond these. he did not explain. this devotion with which the staff is consecrated to altruistic labor is met by a spirit of buoyant gratitude from those on whom they minister. our ward is vibrant with it. perhaps this is not true at the very first. the patient arrives in misery. for a few days he is perhaps made even more miserable. but during this time he is in seclusion and not visible to his comrades. soon he rallies. in bed or wheel chair he joins other convalescents on the roof terrace. they compare notes over their operations. they settle among themselves all those great pending questions which have been engrossing the active outside world and, looking forward to returning health and strength, a very joyous spirit pervades the group. these not too inviting surroundings abound, therefore, in a hearty thankfulness--a thankfulness abundant and sincere, and not unlike what it would be if it were offered amid solemn rites and with majestic music before the glowing altar of a monastery. but in these early days of seclusion the lonely patient has opportunity for much thinking. lying in bed in a room which, as a recent writer described it, is richly decorated with a white ceiling, four white walls, a door, a window and a floor, he has indeed time for thought and for thought without distraction. surrounded as he is by the sick and the maimed, perhaps one of the first subjects on which he is led to ponder is the mystery of pain. what does it all mean that a god otherwise beneficent should impose on the creatures he has brought into the world illness and suffering? even prince siddartha wondered at it: "since if, all powerful, he leaves it so, he is not good; and if not powerful, he is not god?" in better mood the patient may wonder whether his personal share of pain is in any sense a penance or atonement for his own past sins. this is a thought which is natural and acceptable perhaps to most minds. but the saints and martyrs testifying to their faith went farther and not only submitted to but gladly sought pain and suffering. now pain and agony well endured undoubtedly strengthen character. have we not a vivid example of this before us in the catastrophe of the european war; a war which is saved from being wholly evil and dreadful because out of it has come the spiritual regeneration of the allied nations who are engulfed in it? still it can hardly be expected that ordinary flesh and blood should in this world, so full of love and beauty, invite and seek out suffering and disaster even in order to bear them bravely. enough for most of us that if doomed to walk with them we "turn the necessity to glorious gain." but all the same it must be a happy thing for a sufferer if he can hope with the martyrs that pain borne with fortitude may be offered as a sacrifice and atonement. in these dull and lonely moments also one inevitably asks whether it is true that people exist who are stolid to pain? one may consecrate it before it comes and after it goes, but to most of us feeble folk pain when present occupies the whole limelight and leaves the rest of the stage in darkness! the only inmate of the hospital who stirred my temper was a patient who on making a rapid recovery from what he described as a very severe operation said he had refused ether and did not mind pain. i regained my equanimity when an orderly confided to me that the operation had been slight! in health one is apt to think that love is the great motive power of humanity. in illness and suffering pain seems the great and pressing problem. they often go hand in hand and perhaps it is true that without them both life has not rendered its full wealth or its perfect discipline. "the ennobling depths of pain" need also "the purifying fire of love" to round out a perfect character. "incomprehensibly love's will doth move through this blind world in ways we cannot see, death giving birth to life. so does deep sorrow give birth to rarer joy on some glad morrow." these and many such questions can be as solemn, as perplexing and as engrossing as any that exercised the inmates of the monastery to which we here find so much resemblance. as a contrast to such heart-searching thoughts the patient can wonder at the properties of that radium by which he may have been treated. how astonishing is it that this atom of matter should constantly emit rays which search out and destroy evil tissues and leave unharmed the good; and that they do this without any perceptible diminution of energy! how contrary this is to all we have hitherto known of the conservation of energy and of the impossibility of obtaining perpetual motion or continued power! what is so contrary to our preconceived ideas proves itself, however, by experience efficient in an almost supernatural or miraculous manner. perhaps fatigued by these thoughts the patient can turn from them and closing his eyes begin to count "the flock of sheep that leisurely pass by one after one" and by happy chance submit himself to sleep. the roof terrace has a wide view over the city of baltimore, as well as of the heavens which encompass it. we sit there in our wheel chairs or lie tucked up in our rolling beds and talk flows freely. we watch the flocks of pigeons making endless circles in the upper air; the black and solemn buzzards hanging above us unmoved though the gale blow ever so fiercely; the cloud shadows moving over the panorama; the haze of mist and steam and smoke floating over the city; the ever-changing pageant of fleeting clouds and blue sky and blazing sunsets. at one time-- "and when the wind from place to place doth the unmoored cloud galleons chase"-- we follow the white fleets as they sail away towards the south, ever replaced by new armadas surging up and over the northern horizon. at another time in range beyond range of snowy clouds, we see rise before us the delectable mountains beyond which is the land of beulah where the shining ones go to and fro as messengers to the celestial city. it is said that an eye unused to the telescope cannot see the canals on the planet mars, but that through the same instrument they are plainly visible to an eye trained to such observation. sometimes, when the clouds have hung in white masses over the city, i have been eager to see what was hidden by those luminous walls, but my untrained eyes could not pierce them. day after day, however, i became more familiar with them. others before now, without journeying like columbus to prove the truth of his visions, have, even by their own firesides, enjoyed castles in the air and châteaux and great possessions in spain. in like manner as the breeze moved the silver edges of the clouds, i had unexpectedly through the rifts views of strange lands and fair cities which i had never before seen or heard of. as they were indeed lovely, in all haste i tried to make rapid notes of them to prove the truth of my strange experience. far to the north over homewood, a pile of mountainous clouds was rent for a short space by the breeze, and disclosed a minster in a meadow land. its name seemed to be upthorpe-cum-regis. its tower rose before me over the busy life of the town and looked down on the mansion of the squire and the house of the dean. close around the walls of the minster, indeed within sound of its prayers and anthems, were clustered the graves of the dead,--the former generations who had made the life of the town and who built the church and worshipped at its altar. it was a town in which the characters described by trollope or george eliot or jane austen would have felt themselves at home. again when a sunset was filling the western sky with "the incomparable pomp of eve," a break in the clouds above the gilded towers of cardinal gibbons's cathedral disclosed an italian town on a lovely lake shore. boats with colored sails lined the riva of ranconezzo. two piazzas teeming with life surrounded the duomo or cathedral and from them there were wide views over lake and mountain scenery. it appears that in the long ago, the cardinal schalchi-visconti was the benefactor of this town, and there on the hillside, tree embowered, was his villa with its little port for the lake boats. his tomb i also saw, not in the duomo, but in the bramantesque church of santa prassede, a building resembling the many small churches in northern italy due to the refined influence of bramante. in my dreaming i entered the church, and found that the great cardinal lies beneath a tomb carved by mino da fiesole on the north side of santa prassede. then on a cool and crisp day when clouds were scudding through the sky, between them there was revealed to me a french town that seemed to bear the name of rocher-st.-pol. there was the river merle winding its way through meadow and woodland. a range of hills bounded the horizon and from the plain rose the rock. not far away the ruined castle of "la dame blanche" crowned a steep hill, and close to the town was the château beaumesnil, beetling over the wooded hillside and bristling with conical towers and burnished girouettes. the grande rue of rocher-st.-pol i saw winding between gabled and half-timbered houses towards the church on the summit, and finally a long flight of stairs called by the people jacob's ladder brings the pilgrim to the terrace in front of the church door. the interior of ste. frédigonde showed me the same period of french gothic which marks the cathedrals of notre dame at paris and rheims. coming out from jacob's ladder upon the parvis, there was a wide view over the meadows and the river. at the moment when the cathedral door was disclosed to me, a procession of clergy bearing sacred relics emerged from the church. it passed between the ranks of prophets and martyrs whose effigies flank the portal, and vanished with its banners and vestments down the long incline of jacob's ladder towards the old town. and finally came a dismal day, at the end of which the west was lined with long streaks of red, and, just before sunset, through a lengthened break in the gray, i seemed to see an island in the far Ægean. i think it must have been somewhere between the Ægina that looks across the waters to the athenian acropolis and the assos which my friends in their youth dug from its grave. let us call it Æginassos. its buildings as i dimly saw them are in a remarkable condition of preservation. the white temple stood out on a promontory over the sea, and brought back to memory the temple-crowned headland at sunium. higher on the mountain-side was the forum with its terraces and long colonnades. steep and winding paths descended to the ancient port, and far across the water rose the heights of the isles of greece. here are the records of what i was privileged to see from the roof terrace of the hospital. made in bed or wheel chair and depending on the passing imagination of an invalid, the sketches are of necessity crude. would that instead they were like the work of claude or turner, who were the great experts at seeing visions in the clouds and in transferring them to their paper! these drawings will, however, be a reminder that idle hours can be passed happily even during a long captivity! opposite each drawing i have placed some quotations from various writers. although these do not describe with exactness the places which no eye but mine has seen, yet they do picture others very like those which i saw from the hospital terrace. a day at last arrived when the patient was suddenly released. after being the object of tender care for many weeks the outer world seemed very large and very hustling. it was with a certain timidity and almost with reluctance that facing it all he left the peaceful quiet of the johns hopkins hospital. sketches at the johns hopkins hospital [illustration: "so shall the drudge in dusty frock spy behind the city clock retinues of airy things troops of angels, starry wings, his fathers shining in bright fables his children fed at heavenly tables." october ] upthorpe-cum-regis the river it was one of their happy mornings. they trotted along and sat down together, with no thought that life would ever change much for them; they would only get bigger and not go to school, and it would be always like the holiday; they would always live together and be fond of each other. and the mill with its booming--the great chestnut tree under which they played at house--their own little river, the ripple, where the banks seemed like home, and tom was always seeing water-rats while maggie gathered the purple plumy tops of the reeds which she forgot, and dropped afterwards--above all, the great floss, along which they wandered with a sense of travel, to see the rushing spring-tide, the awful eagre, come up like a hungry monster, or to see the great ash which had once wailed and groaned like a man--these things would always be just the same to them. tom thought people were at a disadvantage who lived in any other spot of the globe; and maggie when she read about christiana passing "the river over which there is no bridge," always saw the floss between the green pastures by the great ash. george eliot. [illustration: i upthorpe-cum-regis _the minster and the meadows_] the minster strong as time, and as faith sublime,--clothed round with shadows of hopes and fears, nights and morrows, and joys and sorrows, alive with passion of prayers and tears,-- stands the shrine that has seen decline eight hundred waxing and waning years. tower set square to the storms of air and change of season that blooms and glows, wall and roof of it tempest proof, and equal even to suns and snows, bright with riches of radiant niches and pillars smooth as a straight stem grows. a. swinburne. elegy now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, and all the air a solemn stillness holds, save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, and drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; * * * * * beneath these rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap each in his narrow cell forever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. * * * * * the breezy call of incense-breathing morn, the swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, the cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, no more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. gray. the churchyard it was a very quiet place, as such a place should be, save for the cawing of the rooks who had built their nest among the branches of some tall old trees, and were calling to one another, high up in the air. first one sleek bird, hovering near his ragged house as it swung and dangled in the wind, uttered his hoarse cry, quite by chance as it would seem, and in a sober tone as though he were but talking to himself. another answered, and he called again, but louder than before; then another spoke and then another; and each time the first, aggravated by contradiction, insisted on his case more strongly. other voices, silent till now, struck in from boughs lower down and higher up and midway, and to the right and left, and from the tree-tops; and others arriving hastily from the grey church turrets and old belfry window, joined the clamour which rose and fell, and swelled and dropped again, and still went on; and all this noisy contention amidst a skimming to and fro, and lighting on fresh branches, and frequent changes of place, which satirized the old restlessness of those who lay so still beneath the moss and turf below, and the useless strife in which they had worn away their lives. charles dickens. [illustration: ii upthorpe-cum-regis _the church yard_] the parson as i was walking with him last night, he asked me how i liked the good man whom i have just now mentioned? and without staying for my answer told me, that he was afraid of being insulted with latin and greek at his own table; for which reason he desired a particular friend of his at the university to find him out a clergyman rather of plain sense than much learning, of a good aspect, a clear voice, a sociable temper, and, if possible, a man that understood a little of backgammon. "my friend," says sir roger, found me out this gentleman, who, besides the endowments required of him, is, they tell me, a good scholar, though he does not show it. i have given him the parsonage of the parish; and because i know his value, have settled on him a good annuity for life. . . . at his first settling with me, i made him a present of all the good sermons which have been printed in english, and only begged of him that every sunday he would pronounce one of them in the pulpit. accordingly he has digested them into such a series, that they follow one another naturally, and make a continued system of practical divinity. as sir roger was going on in his story, the gentleman we were talking of came up to us, and upon the knight's asking him who preached to-morrow, for it was saturday night, told us, the bishop of st. asaph in the morning, and dr. south in the afternoon. he then showed us his list of preachers for the whole year, where i saw with a great deal of pleasure, archbishop tillotson, bishop saunderson, dr. barrow, dr. calamy, with several living authors who have published discourses of practical divinity. addison. the swan inn last night i lay at the swan inn in lathbury town. a sad night i had of it! my chamber was warmed fair enough by a fire of sea coal. there was a sweet smell of lavender in the sheets which a hot warming pan had also made comfortable. all this promised well, but polly had forgot to put my silk night cap into my saddlebags! that vexed me sore! all night i felt i was taking a rheum. some clodhoppers roystering in the tap room forbade sleep at first and as i am not wont to hear the quarters stricken the abbey bells roused me at frequent intervals and made me swear roundly. about midnight the royal mail rolled over the bridge with a noise fit to wake the seven sleepers! the hoof beats of its cattle echoed on the stone walls of the houses like a salute by his majesty's footguards! how i ached for my quiet chambers in the temple. at length i fell to sleep and so sound that when i waked the sun had long been shining through my lattice. i was late in meeting the squire and the vicar, and that too after making express this arduous ride. indeed i was vexed--and i showed it. swain's _old salop._ the swan is a venerable and rambling building, stretching itself lazily with outspread arms; one of those inns (long may they be preserved from the rebuilders!) on which one stumbles up or down into every room, and where eggs and bacon have an appropriateness that make them a more desirable food than ambrosia. the little parlor is wainscotted with the votive paintings--a village diploma gallery--of artists who have made the swan their home. e. v. lucas. [illustration: iii upthorpe-cum-regis _the village_] one almost expects to see a fine green moss all over an inhabitant of steyning. one day as i passed through the town i saw a man painting a new sign over a shop, a proceeding that so aroused my curiosity that i stood for a minute or two to look on. the painter filled in one letter, gave a huge yawn, looked up and down two or three times as if he had lost something, and finally descended from his perch and disappeared. five weeks later i passed that way again, and it is a fact that the same man was at work on the same sign. perhaps when the reader takes the walk i am about to recommend to his attention--a walk which comprises some of the finest scenery in sussex--that sign will be finished, and the accomplished artist will have begun another; but i doubt it. there is plenty of time for everything in steyning. louis jennings. the old country house if our old english folk could not get an arched roof, then they loved to have it pointed, with polished timber beams on which the eye rested as on looking upwards through a tree. their rooms they liked of many shapes, and not at right angles on the corners, nor all on the same dead level of flooring. you had to go up a step into one, and down a step into another, and along a winding passage into a third, so that each part of the house had its individuality. to these houses life fitted itself and grew to them; they were not mere walls, but became part of existence. a man's house was not only his castle, a man's house was himself. he could not tear himself away from his house, it was like tearing up the shrieking mandrake by the root, almost death itself. . . . dark beams inlaid in the walls support the gables; the slight curve of the great beam adds, i think, to the interest of the old place, for it is a curve that has grown and was not premeditated; it has grown like the bough of a tree, not from any set human design. this too is the character of the house. it is not large, not overburdened with gables, not ornamented, not what is called striking, in any way, but simply an old english house, genuine and true. the warm sunlight falls on the old red tiles, the dark beams look the darker for the glow of light, the shapely cone of the hop-oust rises at the end; there are swallows and flowers and ricks and horses, and so it is beautiful because it is natural and honest. it is the simplicity that makes it so touching, like the words of an old ballad . . . why even a tall chanticleer makes a home look homely. i do like to see a tall proud chanticleer strutting in the yard and barely giving way as i advance, almost ready to do battle with a stranger like a mastiff. jeffries, _buckhurst park._ [illustration: iv upthorpe-cum-regis _the hall_] the bedesmen there he lies, fundator noster, in his ruff and gown, awaiting the great examination day. . . . yonder sit some threescore old gentlemen pensioners of the hospital, listening to the prayers and the psalms. you hear them coughing feebly in the twilight,--the old reverend blackgowns. . . . how solemn the well-remembered prayers are, here uttered again in the place where in childhood we used to hear them! how beautiful, and decorous the rite; how noble the ancient words of the supplications which the priest utters, and to which generations of fresh children and troops of bygone seniors have cried amen! under those arches! the service for founder's day is a special one; one of the psalms selected being the thirty-seventh and we hear-- . the steps of a good man are ordered by the lord, and he delighteth in his way-- . though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down, for the lord upholdeth him with his hand. . i have been young and now am old, yet have i not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging their bread. w. m. thackeray. hiram's hospital hiram's hospital, as the retreat is called, is a picturesque building enough, and shows the correct taste with which the ecclesiastical architects of those days were imbued. it stands on the banks of the little river, which flows nearly round the cathedral close, being on the side furthest from the town. the london road crosses the river by a pretty one-arched bridge, and looking from this bridge, the stranger will see the windows of the old men's rooms, each pair of windows separated by a small buttress. a broad gravel walk runs between the building and the river, which is always trim and cared for; and at the end of the walk, under the parapet of the approach to the bridge, is a large and well-worn seat, on which, in mild weather three or four of hiram's bedesmen are sure to be seen seated. beyond this row of buttresses, and further from the bridge and also further from the water which here suddenly bends, are the pretty oriel windows of mr. harding's house, and his well mown lawn. the entrance to the hospital is from the london road and is made through a ponderous gateway under a heavy stone arch, unnecessary, one would suppose, at any time, for the protection of twelve old men, but greatly conducive to the good appearance of hiram's charity. on passing through this portal, never closed to any one from six a.m. till ten p.m., and never open afterwards, except on application to a huge, intricately hung mediæval bell, the handle of which no un-initiated intruder can possibly find, the six doors of the old men's abodes are seen, and beyond them is a slight iron screen, through which the more happy portion of the barchester élite pass into the elysium of mr. harding's dwelling. anthony trollope, _the warden._ [illustration: v upthorpe-cum-regis _trong's almshouses_] ranconezzo sirmione row us out from desenzano, to your sirmione row! so they row'd, and there we landed--"o venusta sirmio!" there to me thro' all the groves of olive in the summer glow, there beneath the roman ruin where the purple flowers grow, came that "ave atque vale" of the poet's hopeless woe, tenderest of roman poets nineteen hundred years ago, "frater ave atque vale"--as we wandered to and fro gazing at the lydian laughter of the garda lake below sweet catullus's all-but-island, olive silvery sirmio. alfred tennyson. [illustration: vi ranconezzo _the town and the lake_] the italian lakes he who loves immense space, cloud shadows sailing over purple slopes, island gardens, distant glimpses of snow-capped mountains, breadth, air, immensity, and flooding sunlight, will choose maggiore. but scarcely has he cast his vote for this, the juno of the divine rivals, when he remembers the triple lovelinesses of the larian aphrodite, disclosed in all their placid grace from villa serbelloni;--the green blue of the waters, clear as glass, opaque through depth; the _millefleurs_ roses clambering into cypresses by cadenabbia; the laburnums hanging their yellow clusters from the clefts of sasso rancio; the oleander arcades of varenna; the wild white limestone crags of san martino, which he has climbed to feast his eyes with the perspective, magical, serene, leonardesquely perfect, of the distant gates of adda. then while this modern paris is yet doubting, perhaps a thought may cross his mind of sterner solitary lake iseo--the pallas of the three. she offers her own attractions. the sublimity of monte adamello, dominating lovere and all the lowland like hesiod's hill of virtue reared aloft above the plain of common life, has charms to tempt heroic lovers. symonds, _sketches and studies in italy and greece._ piazza garibaldi the painter may transfer its campanile, glittering like dragon's scales, to his canvas. the lover of the picturesque will wander through its aisle at mass-time, watching the sunlight play upon those upturned southern faces with their ardent eyes; and happy is he who sees young men and maidens on whit sunday crowding round the chancel rails, to catch the marigolds and gillyflowers scattered from baskets which the priest has blessed. symonds, _sketches and studies in italy and greece._ down in the city is it ever hot in the square? there's a fountain to spout and splash! in the shade it sings and springs; in the shine such foam-bows flash on the horses with curling fish-tails, that prance and paddle and pash round the lady atop in the conch--fifty gazers do not abash, though all that she wears is some weeds round her waist in a sort of a sash! ere opening your eyes in the city the blessed church-bells begin: no sooner the bells leave off, than the diligence rattles in: you get the picks of the news, and it costs you never a pin. by and by there's the travelling doctor gives pills, lets blood, draws teeth; or the pulcinello-trumpet breaks up the market beneath. at the post-office such a scene-picture--the new play, piping hot! and a notice how, only this morning, three liberal thieves were shot. * * * * * noon strikes,--here sweeps the procession! our lady borne smiling and smart with a pink gauze gown all spangles, and seven swords stuck in her heart! _bang, whang, whang_, goes the drum; _tootle-te-tootle_ the fife; oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life! robert browning. [illustration: vii ranconezzo _piazza garibaldi_] piazza cavour the changes of scene upon this tiny square are so frequent as to remind one of a theatre. looking down from the inn-balcony, between the glazy green pots gay with scarlet amaryllis-bloom, we are inclined to fancy that the whole has been prepared for our amusement. in the morning the cover for the macaroni-flour, after being washed, is spread out on the bricks to dry. in the afternoon the fishermen bring their nets for the same purpose. in the evening the city magnates promenade and whisper. dark-eyed women, with orange or crimson kerchiefs for headgear, cross and re-cross, bearing baskets on their shoulders. great lazy large limbed fellows, girt with scarlet sashes and finished off with dark blue night-caps (for a contrast to their saffron-colored shirts, white breeches and sunburnt calves), slouch about or sleep face downwards on the parapets. symonds, _sketches and studies in italy and greece._ [illustration: viii ranconezzo _piazza cavour_] a romanesque doorway * * * * * how the hand of time has mellowed the ruddy brick and the marble's whiteness until ivory and rose blend and are in harmony with those stained and faded frescoes which still remain in the panels of the upper walls. columns of veined marble stand in ranks on either side of the entrance. they are mounted on the backs of stiff-maned lions. fit supporters are these for the arches of the sanctuary as, at its very door, with claw and tooth they tear to pieces the bestial forms of vice and ignorance. above rise the moulded archivolts, tier on tier, clothed with vine and tendril and peopled with bird and beast. these may be uncouth in form, but the rude hands that fashioned them learned their lesson at the feet of nature. what there is of convention in arrangement or in pattern has flowed hither through the east from the original fountains of greece and rome but now at last all moves in freedom and without restraint. as in the short nights of the north sunrise follows fast upon the setting of the sun, so here though we see in this work the sunset of the antique yet it is already aglow with light from the coming dawn of mediæval art. roberts, _italian sketches._ [illustration: ix ranconezzo _north door of duomo_] leaves from my journal florence is more noisy; indeed, i think it the noisiest town i was ever in. what with the continual jangling of its bells, the rattle of austrian drums, and the street cries, _ancora mi raccapriccio_. the italians are a vociferous people, and most so among them the florentines. walking through a back street one day, i saw an old woman higgling with a peripatetic dealer, who, at every interval afforded him by the remarks of his veteran antagonist, would tip his head on one side, and shout, with a kind of wondering enthusiasm, as if he could hardly trust the evidence of his own senses to such loveliness, _o, che bellezza! che belle-e-ezza!_ the two had been contending as obstinately as the greeks and trojans over the body of patroclus, and i was curious to know what was the object of so much desire on the one side and admiration on the other. it was a half dozen of weazeny baked pears, beggarly remnant of the day's traffic. . . . it never struck me before what a quiet people americans are. james russell lowell. within the duomo the semi-dome of the eastern apse above the high altar is entirely filled with a gigantic half-length figure of christ. he raises his right hand to bless and with his left holds an open book on which is written in greek and latin, "i am the light of the world." . . . below him on a smaller scale are ranged the archangels and the mother of the lord, who holds the child upon her knees. thus christ appears twice upon this wall, once as the omnipotent wisdom, the word by whom all things were made, and once as god deigning to assume a shape of flesh and dwell with men. the magnificent image of supreme deity seems to fill with a single influence and to dominate the whole building. the house with all its glory is his. he dwells there like pallas in her parthenon or zeus in his olympian temple. to left and right over every square inch of the cathedral blaze mosaics, which portray the story of god's dealings with the human race from the creation downwards, together with those angelic beings and saints who symbolize each in his own degree some special virtue granted to mankind. the walls of the fane are therefore an open book of history, theology and ethics for all men to read. symonds, _sketches and studies in italy and greece._ [illustration: x ranconezzo _interior of the duomo_] from "a legend of brittany" deeper and deeper shudders shook the air, as the huge bass kept gathering heavily, like thunder when it rouses in its lair, and with its hoarse growl shakes the low-hung sky, it grew up like a darkness everywhere, filling the vast cathedral;--suddenly from the dense mass a boy's clear treble broke like lightning, and the full-toned choir awoke. through gorgeous windows shone the sun aslant, brimming the church with gold and purple mist. meet atmosphere to bosom that rich chant, where fifty voices in one strand did twist their varicolored tones and left no want to the delighted soul, which sank abyssed in the warm music cloud, while, far below, the organ heaved its surges to and fro. james russell lowell. the villa our villa . . . . . . lies on the slope of the alban hill; lifting its white face, sunny and still, out of the olives' pale gray green, that, far away as the eye can go, stretch up behind it, row upon row. there in the garden the cypresses, stirred by the sifting winds, half musing talk, and the cool, fresh, constant voice is heard of the fountain's spilling in every walk. there stately the oleanders grow, and one long gray wall is aglow with golden oranges burning between their dark stiff leaves of sombre green. and there are hedges all clipped and square, as carven from blocks of malachite, where fountains keep spinning their threads of light and statues whiten the shadow there. and if the sun too fiercely shine, and one would creep from its noonday glare, there are galleries dark, where ilexes twine their branchy roofs above the head. w. w. story. [illustration: xi ranconezzo _the villa of the cardinal schalchi-visconti_] truly everything here has a dramatic character. the smallness and grace of this little church gleaming with colour, its chapels and grottoes like a spiritual vision, such as i have never found elsewhere in the whole field of religious conception. it is an illustrated picture-book of poetical legends, which are bloodless and painless, though fantastic, like the lives of pious anchorites in the wilderness, and amid the birds of the field. here religion treads on the borders of fairy-land, and brings an indescribable atmosphere away from thence. gregorovius. bramante few words record bramante's great command, as from some mountain silence set apart, he blazed a trail along the way of art, upheld the torch and led his little band. he spoke alone to those who understand, not cheapening words within the public mart, living withdrawn, a high and humble heart, creating loveliness for his loved land. though he dwelt cloistered in his northern home, when he strode forth it was with unveiled face, to rear a fabric that may crumble never. they called him "master" when he wrought in rome and with earth's greatest ones shall labor ever the hand that gave to lombardy her grace. marion monks chase. [illustration: xii ranconezzo _santa prassede, the cardinal's church_] il penseroso but let my due feet never fail to walk the studious cloister's pale, and love the high embowèd roof, with antick pillars massy proof, and storied windows richly dight, casting a dim religious light. there let the pealing organ blow to the full-voiced quire below, in service high and anthems clear, as may with sweetness, through mine ear, dissolve me into ecstacies, and bring all heaven before mine eyes. milton. [illustration: xiii ranconezzo _the cloisters of santa prassede_] the bishop orders his tomb in santa prassede yet still my niche is not so cramped but thence one sees the pulpit o' the epistle-side and somewhat of the choir, those silent seats, and up into the aery dome, where live the angels, and a sunbeam's sure to lurk; and i shall fill my slab of basalt there, and neath my tabernacle take my rest, with those nine columns round me, two and two, the odd one at my feet where anselm stands; peach blossom marble all, the rare, the ripe as fresh poured red wine of a mighty pulse. old gandolph with his paltry onion-stone put me where i may look at him! true peach, rosy and faultless: . . . * * * * * did i say basalt for my slab, sons? black 't was ever antique-black i meant! how else shall ye contrast my frieze to come beneath? the bas-relief in bronze you promised me, those pans and nymphs ye wot of, and perchance some tripod, thyrsus, with a vase or so, the saviour at his sermon on the mount, saint praxed in a glory, and one pan ready to twitch the nymph's last garment off, and moses with the tables,--but i know ye mark me not! robert browning. [illustration: xiv ranconezzo _the tomb of cardinal schalchi-visconti in santa prassede_] rocher-st.-pol french towns it is a drowsy little burgundian town, very old and ripe, with crooked streets, vistas always oblique, and steep moss-covered roofs. . . . i carried away from beaune the impression of something autumnal,--something rusty yet kindly, like the taste of a sweet russet pear. * * * * * at le mans as at bourges, my first business was with the cathedral, to which i lost no time in directing my steps. . . . it stands on the edge of the eminence of the town, which falls straight away on two sides of it, and makes a striking mass, bristling behind, as you see it from below, with rather small but singularly numerous flying buttresses. on my way to it i happened to walk through the one street which contains a few ancient and curious houses,--a very crooked and untidy lane, of really mediæval aspect, honored with the denomination of the grand rue. here is the house of queen berengaria. . . . the structure in question--very sketchable, if the sketcher could get far enough away from it--is an elaborate little dusky façade, overhanging the street, ornamented with panels of stone, which are covered with delicate renaissance sculpture. a fat old woman, standing in the door of a small grocer's shop next to it,--a most gracious old woman, with a bristling moustache and a charming manner,--told me what the house was. * * * * * this admirable house, in the centre of the town, gabled, elaborately timbered, and much restored, is a really imposing monument. the basement is occupied by a linen-draper, who flourishes under the auspicious sign of the mère de famille; and above her shop the tall front rises in five overhanging stories. as the house occupies the angle of a little _place_, the front is double, and carved and interlaced, has a high picturesqueness. the maison d'adam is quite in the grand style, and i am sorry to say i failed to learn what history attaches to its name. * * * * * i remember going around to the church, after i had left the good sisters, and to a little quiet terrace, which stands in front of it, ornamented with a few small trees and bordered with a wall, breast high, over which you look down steep hillsides, off into the air, and all about the neighboring country. i remember saying to myself that this little terrace was one of those felicitous nooks which the tourist of taste keeps in his mind as a picture. henry james, _a little tour in france._ [illustration: xv rocher-st.-pol _the town and the river merle_] a country town they wake you early in this hilly town. it was hardly light this morning when up and down through all its highways went a vigorous drum beat. reluctantly peeking from the window to see the troops enter our square i was disappointed to find that one regimental drummer, marching unaccompanied and lonely, had done all this mischief. what useful purpose did he serve? after a brief respite and repose the noise of another commotion came in with the morning air; a murmur which grew and became a chatter and at last a din! the next journey to the window showed that the morning market was in full swing. piles of fresh greens and rich-colored vegetables were tended by gnarled old peasant women sitting under widespread umbrellas of faded colors. but what a pleasant air it was that came through the opened sash; a mountain air with just that faint flavor of garlic tinging it which presages something satisfying to be found later. strengthened for a time by our coffee and rolls we wandered through these winding streets. we saw the weather-beaten, leaden flèche of the cathedral high on the hill, but for the time were satisfied to study the many ancient houses which still remain. their fronts framed in dark oak with a filling of amber-colored plaster topple over the public ways until they almost meet. here and there the oak beams are carved, and grinning man or snarling monster regards you from corbel or boss. in places too there are bits of old gothic detail and one doorway of true flamboyant work. there is the true poetry of architecture! in england the decorated period gives you what is handsome, the perpendicular what is stately. in france the cathedrals of paris and of rheims are splendidly serious and correct; but if in gothic work you seek imaginative, unrestrained, carelessly free poetry it is to be found in the flowing lines and exuberant fancy of the work of the flamboyant period. [illustration: xvi rocher-st.-pol _la grande rue and la place de la république_] we found much needed restoration in the hors-d'oeuvres, the omelette, the cutlet, the salads and the cheese of déjeuner,--and then followed coffee under the awning of the café. here we looked out on the grand place which had now become sleepy, all signs of the market and its business having disappeared. on it front the mairie, the bureau des postes, the hôtel du lion d'or and various centres of local commerce. we watched our neighbors in the café; the colonel with clanking sword in vigorous discussion with a local magnate; the retired bourgeois who played a desultory game of billiards or a deeply thought out match at dominoes. a quiet square it was now, and, in the shade of its plane trees, comfortable and at peace with the world, we fell asleep and made up for the wakefulness of our earlier hours. roberts, _letters from france._ our lady of the rocks high throned above th' encircling meadows fair our lady of the rocks holds queenly sway! bright kerchiefed peasants daily wend their way with clattering sabots up the winding stair, pausing at each rude rock-hewn station, there to bend the knee and many an ave say. up, up they climb, their voices echoing gay till by the virgin's shrine they kneel in prayer. this is that "jacob's ladder" famed afar to which the kings of france made pilgrimage asking for favors both in peace and war. well named!--for heavenwards the way is tending, and all these happy, pious folk presage angels of god ascending and descending. h. l. p. but, when so sad thou canst no sadder, cry, and upon thy so sore loss shall shine the traffic of jacob's ladder pitched between heaven and charing cross. so in the night my soul, my daughter, cry, clinging heaven by the hems, and lo! christ walking on the water not of gennesaret but thames. francis thompson. [illustration: xvii rocher-st.-pol _l'escalier de jacob_] oft have i seen at some cathedral door a laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, lay down his burden, and with reverent feet enter, and cross himself, and on the floor kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; far off the noises of the world retreat; the loud vociferations of the street become an undistinguishable roar. so as i enter here from day to day, and leave my burden at this minster gate, kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, the tumult of the time disconsolate to inarticulate murmurs dies away, while the eternal ages watch and wait. how strange the sculptures that adorn these towers! this crowd of statues, on whose folded sleeves birds build their nests; while canopied with leaves parvis and portal bloom like trellised bowers and the vast minster seems a cross of flowers! but fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves watch the dead christ between the living thieves, and, underneath, the traitor judas lowers! ah! from what agonies of heart and brain, what exultations trampling on despair, what tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong, what passionate outcry of the soul in pain uprose this poem of the earth and air, this mediæval miracle of song! h. w. longfellow. [illustration: xviii rocher-st.-pol _le parvis de ste frédigonde_] the cathedral looking up suddenly, i found mine eyes confronted with the minster's vast repose. silent and gray as forest-leaguered cliff left inland by the ocean's slow retreat. * * * * * it rose before me, patiently remote from the great tides of life it breasted once, hearing the noise of men as in a dream i stood before the triple northern port, where dedicated shapes of saints and kings, stern faces bleared with immemorial watch, looked down benignly grave and seemed to say, _ye come and go incessant; we remain safe in the hallowed quiets of the past; be reverent, ye who flit and are forgot, of faith so nobly realized as this._ james russell lowell. chartres all day the sky had been banked with thunderclouds, but by the time we reached chartres, toward four o'clock, they had rolled away under the horizon, and the town was so saturated with sunlight that to pass into the cathedral was like entering the dense obscurity of a church in spain. at first all detail was imperceptible: we were in a hollow night. then, as the shadows gradually thinned and gathered themselves up into pier and vault and ribbing, there burst out of them great sheets and showers of color. framed by such depths of darkness, and steeped in a blaze of mid-summer sun, the familiar windows seemed singularly remote and yet overpoweringly vivid. now they widened into dark-shored pools splashed with sunset, now glittered and menaced like the shields of fighting angels. some were cataracts of sapphires, others roses dropped from a saint's tunic, others great carven platters strewn with heavenly regalia, others the sails of galleons bound for the purple islands; and in the western wall the scattered fires of the rose window hung like a constellation in an african night. when one dropped one's eyes from these ethereal harmonies, the dark masses of masonry below them, all veiled and muffled in a mist pricked by a few altar lights, seemed to symbolize the life on earth, with its shadows, its heavy distances and its little islands of illusions. all that a great cathedral can be, all the meanings it can express, all the tranquillizing power it can breathe upon the soul, all the richness of detail it can fuse into a large utterance of strength and beauty, the cathedral of chartres gave us in that perfect hour. edith wharton, _fighting france._ [illustration: xix rocher-st.-pol _interior of the church of ste frédigonde_] at high mass thou who hast made this world so wondrous fair;-- the pomp of clouds; the glory of the sea; music of water; songbirds' melody; the organ of thy thunder in the air; breath of the rose; and beauty everywhere-- lord, take this stately service done to thee, the grave enactment of thy calvary in jewelled pomp and splendor pictured there! lord, take the sounds and sights; the silk and gold; the white and scarlet; take the reverent grace of ordered step; window and glowing wall-- prophet and prelate, holy men of old; and teach us children of the holy place who love thy courts, to love thee best of all. robert hugh benson. the lamp of sacrifice all else for which the builders sacrificed, has passed away--all their living interests, and aims, and achievements. we know not for what they labored, and we see no evidence of their reward. victory, wealth, authority, happiness--all have departed, though bought by many a bitter sacrifice. but of them, and their life and their toil upon the earth, one reward, one evidence, is left to us in those gray heaps of deep-wrought stone. they have taken with them to the grave their powers, their honors, and their errors; but they have left us their adoration. john ruskin. [illustration: xx rocher-st.-pol _sacristy steps in the church of ste frédigonde_] hunting the stag we spent yesterday in the forêt de c----. as the emperor had guests we were not admitted at the château, but we tramped for long through the woods. the grassy roads run beneath the embowering beeches straight from carrefour to carrefour. the gnarled and twisted trunks give to each tree a personal character and make it a master-piece of nature. of a sudden we came on the imperial hunt winding in gay procession through the forest to its rendezvous. hunting horns in triple rings of brass encircled the leading horsemen. from time to time we heard from them the familiar strains which echo through the latin quarter at mi-carême. then followed in brilliant liveries a troop of lackeys, grooms, and other servants, and the pack of staghounds held in leash but sniffing and yelping. next came the hunters themselves on high-bred mounts and in court costumes of ancient design. lastly there were barouches and landaus carrying the ladies of the court "en grande tenue." the sunlight flickering through the beech branches enlivened this brilliant train as it wound through the forest glades and disappeared down a green allée. we had continued our walk for scarce a mile when, but a short distance from us, a stag crossed our path--stood startled--with head erect,--and then with confident leaps vanished in the forest just as the distant hounds became aware of him and joined in a wild chorus. in a few moments the pack came in a rush across our path. up the different allées rode the horsemen in haste--asking of us news of the stag. we on foot joined in the pursuit,--but at last the forest swallowed one after the other, stag, and hounds, and hunters, and the sound of dog and horn. [illustration: xxi rocher-st.-pol _the château beaumesnil_] on leaving the forest we passed the small château. its conical turret roofs and lofty chimneys, and its flashing finials and girouettes make a brave show above the forest trees. the terraces overlook wide meadow lands through which the river winds until it is lost in the hazy distance. roberts, _letters from france._ clotilde in geraudun were brothers three, they had one sister dear; the cruel baron her lord must be, and the fellest and fiercest knight is he in the country far or near. he beat that lovely lady sore with a staff of the apple green, till her blood flowed down on the castle floor, and from head to foot the crimson gore on her milk-white robe was seen. * * * * * her robe was stained with the ruby tide once pure as the fleece so white; and she hied her to the river-side to wash in the waters bright. while there she stood three knights so gay came riding bold and free. "ho! tell us young serving maiden, pray where yon castle's lady may be?" "alas! no serving maid am i, but the lady of yonder castle high!" "o sister, sister, truly tell who did this wrong to thee?" "dear brothers it was the husband fell to whom you married me." * * * * * the brothers spurred their steeds in haste and the castle soon they gained. from chamber to chamber they swiftly passed nor paused till they reached the tower at last where the felon knight remained: they drew their swords so sharp and bright they thought on their sister sweet; they struck together the felon knight, and his head rolled at their feet! _translated by_ louis s. costello. [illustration: xxii rocher-st.-pol _la tour de la dame blanche_] aeginassos the isles of greece the isles of greece! the isles of greece! where burning sappho loved and sung,-- where grew the arts of war and peace,-- where delos rose and phoebus sprung! eternal summer gilds them yet but all, except their sun, is set. byron. the odyssey as one that for a weary space has lain lull'd by the song of circe and her wine in gardens near the pale of proserpine, where the Ægean isle forgets the main, and only the low lutes of love complain, and only shadows of wan lovers pine,-- as such an one were glad to know the brine salt on his lips, and the large air again,-- so gladly from the songs of modern speech men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers, and through the music of the languid hours they hear, like ocean on a western beach, the surge and thunder of the odyssey. andrew lang. [illustration: xxiii aeginassos _the temple and the forum_] ulysses * * * * * there lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail; there gloom the dark broad seas. my mariners, souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me-- that ever with a frolic welcome took the thunder and the sunshine, and opposed free hearts, free foreheads--you and i are old; old age hath yet his honor and his toil; death closes all; but something ere the end, some work of noble note, may yet be done, not unbecoming men that strove with gods. the lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; the long day wanes; the slow moon climbs: the deep moans round with many voices. come, my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world. push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the paths of all the western stars, until i die. it may be that the gulfs will wash us down; it may be we shall touch the happy isles, and see the great achilles, whom we knew. though much is taken, much abides; and though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; one equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. alfred tennyson. [illustration: xxiv aeginassos _the temple and the forum_] the riverside press cambridge . massachusetts u . s . a * * * * * transcriber's notes: text uses both aeginossis and Æginassos. page , "leornardesquely" changed to "leonardesquely" (leonardesquely perfect, of) page , "hors-oeuvres" changed to "hors d'oeuvres" (in the hors-d'oeuvres) page , "d'éjeuner" changed to "déjeuner" (cheese of déjeuner) page , "Ææan" changed to "Ægean" (the Ægean isle) quotes and images: memoirs of cardinal de retz the memoirs of cardinal de retz by cardinal de retz always judged of actions by men, and never men by their actions always to sacrifice the little affairs to the greater arms which are not tempered by laws quickly become anarchy associating patience with activity assurrance often supplies the room of good sense blindness that make authority to consist only in force bounty, which, though very often secret, had the louder echo buckingham had been in love with three queens by the means of a hundred pistoles down, and vast promises civil war as not powerful enough to conclude a peace civil war is one of those complicated diseases clergy always great examples of slavish servitude confounded the most weighty with the most trifling contempt--the most dangerous disease of any state dangerous to refuse presents from one's superiors distinguished between bad and worse, good and better fading flowers, which are fragrant to-day and offensive tomorrow false glory and false modesty fool in adversity and a knave in prosperity fools yield only when they cannot help it good news should be employed in providing against bad he weighed everything, but fixed on nothing he knew how to put a good gloss upon his failings he had not a long view of what was beyond his reach help to blind the rest of mankind, and they even become blinder his ideas were infinitely above his capacity his wit was far inferior to his courage impossible for her to live without being in love with somebody inconvenience of popularity insinuation is of more service than that of persuasion is there a greater in the world than heading a party? kinds of fear only to be removed by higher degrees of terror laws without the protection of arms sink into contempt man that supposed everybody had a back door maxims showed not great regard for virtue mazarin: embezzling some nine millions of the public money men of irresolution are apt to catch at all overtures more ambitious than was consistent with morality my utmost to save other souls, though i took no care of my own need of caution in what we say to our friends neither capable of governing nor being governed never had woman more contempt for scruples and ceremonies nothing is so subject to delusion as piety oftener deceived by distrusting than by being overcredulous one piece of bad news seldom comes singly only way to acquire them is to show that we do not value them passed for the author of events of which i was only the prophet poverty so well became him power commonly keeps above ridicule pretended to a great deal more wit than came to his share queen was adored much more for her troubles than for her merit she had nothing but beauty, which cloys when it comes alone so indiscreet as to boast of his successful amours strongest may safely promise to the weaker what he thinks fit the subdivision of parties is generally the ruin of all the wisest fool he ever saw in his life those who carry more sail than ballast thought he always stood in need of apologies transitory honour is mere smoke treated him as she did her petticoat useful man in a faction because of his wonderful complacency vanity to love to be esteemed the first author of things verily believed he was really the man which he affected to be virtue for a man to confess a fault than not to commit one we are far more moved at the hearing of old stories weakening and changing the laws of the land who imagine the head of a party to be their master whose vivacity supplied the want of judgment wisdom in affairs of moment is nothing without courage with a design to do good, he did evil yet he gave more than he promised you must know that, with us princes, words go for nothing if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. memoirs of cardinal de retz http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm quotes and images from mark twain quotations from mark twain some of the editor's favorites aim and object of the law and lawyers was to defeat justice all life seems to be sacred except human life always trying to build a house by beginning at the top believed it; because she desired to believe it best intentions and the frailest resolution but it is an ill-wind that blows nobody good but there are liars everywhere this year cayote is a living, breathing allegory of want children were clothed in nothing but sunshine contempt of court on the part of a horse fertile in invention and elastic in conscience fun--but of a mild type grief that is too deep to find help in moan or groan or outcry haughty humility i was not scared, but i was considerably agitated i had a delicacy about going home and getting thrashed if the man doesn't believe as we do, we say he is a crank imagination to help his memory invariably allowed a half for shrinkage in his statements it used to be a good hotel, but that proves nothing it is easier to stay out than get out it had cost something to upholster these women keg of these nails--of the true cross let me take your grief and help you carry it life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death man is the only animal that blushes--or needs to man was not a liar he only missed it by the skin of his teeth money is most difficult to get when people need it most native canoe is an irresponsible looking contrivance no people who are quite so vulgar as the over-refined ones no nation occupies a foot of land that was not stolen nothing that glitters is gold notion that he is less savage than the other savages nursed his woe and exalted it ostentatious of his modesty otherwise they would have thought i was afraid, which i was people talk so glibly of "feeling," "expression," "tone," pity is for the living, envy is for the dead predominance of the imagination over the judgment profound respect for chastity--in other people prosperity is the best protector of principle received with a large silence that suggested doubt road, which did not seem to know its own mind exactly room to turn around in, but not to swing a cat scenery in california requires distance seventy is old enough--after that, there is too much risk sleep that heals all heart-aches and ends all sorrows slept, if one might call such a condition by so strong a name smell about them which is peculiar but not entertaining takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you the man with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds to a delicate stomach even imaginary smoke can convey damage tourists showing how things ought to be managed travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness uncomplaining impoliteness very pleasant man if you were not in his way virtuous to the verge of eccentricity wasn't worth a cent two years ago, and now i owe two millions we ought never to do wrong when people are looking we must create, a public opinion, said senator dilworthy well provided with cigars and other necessaries of life what's a fair wind for us is a head wind to them whichever one they get is the one they want worth while to get tired out, because one so enjoys resting wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been your absence when you are present a few selected books following the equator against nature to take an interest in familiar things age after age, the barren and meaningless process all life seems to be sacred except human life but there are liars everywhere this year capacity must be shown (in other work); in the law, concealment of it will do christmas brings harassment and dread to many excellent people climate which nothing can stand except rocks creature which was everything in general and nothing in particular custom supersedes all other forms of law death in life; death without its privileges every one is a moon, and has a dark side exercise, for such as like that kind of work explain the inexplicable faith is believing what you know ain't so forbids betting on a sure thing forgotten fact is news when it comes again get your formalities right--never mind about the moralities give thanks that christmas comes but once a year good protections against temptations; but the surest is cowardice goody-goody puerilities and dreary moralities habit of assimilating incredibilities human pride is not worth while hunger is the handmaid of genius if the man doesn't believe as we do, we say he is a crank inherited prejudices in favor of hoary ignorances it is easier to stay out than get out man is the only animal that blushes--or needs to meddling philanthropists melt a brass door-knob and weather which will only make it mushy moral sense, and there is an immoral sense most satisfactory pet--never coming when he is called natural desire to have more of a good thing than he needs neglected her habits, and hadn't any never could tell a lie that anybody would doubt no nation occupies a foot of land that was not stolen no people who are quite so vulgar as the over-refined ones notion that he is less savage than the other savages only way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want ostentatious of his modesty otherwise they would have thought i was afraid, which i was pity is for the living, envy is for the dead prosperity is the best protector of principle received with a large silence that suggested doubt seventy is old enough--after that, there is too much risk silent lie and a spoken one sinking vessel, with no freight in her to throw over takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you thankfulness is not so general the man with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds this is a poor old ship, and ought to be insured and sunk to a delicate stomach even imaginary smoke can convey damage tourists showing how things ought to be managed wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been the innocents abroad ancient painters never succeeded in denationalizing themselves apocryphal new testament astonishing talent for seeing things that had already passed bade our party a kind good-bye, and proceeded to count spoons base flattery to call them immoral bones of st denis but it is an ill-wind that blows nobody good buy the man out, goodwill and all by dividing this statement up among eight carry soap with them chapel of the invention of the cross christopher colombo clustered thick with stony, mutilated saints commend me to fennimore cooper to find beauty in the indians conceived a sort of unwarrantable unfriendliness confer the rest of their disastrous patronage on some other firm creator made italy from designs by michael angelo! cringing spirit of those great men diffident young man, mild of moustache, affluent of hair expression felt that it was not right to steal grapes fenimore cooper indians filed away among the archives of russia--in the stove for dismal scenery, i think palestine must be the prince free from self-consciousness--which is at breakfast fumigation is cheaper than soap fun--but of a mild type getting rich very deliberately--very deliberately indeed guides have a prodigious quantity of mind he never bored but he struck water he ought to be dammed--or leveed holy family always lived in grottoes how tame a sight his country's flag is at home i am going to try to worry along without it i carried the sash along with me--i did not need the sash i had a delicacy about going home and getting thrashed i was not scared, but i was considerably agitated is, ah--is he dead? it is a hopeless, dreary, heart-broken land it is inferior--for coffee--but it is pretty fair tea it used to be a good hotel, but that proves nothing it was warm. it was the warmest place i ever was in joshua journals so voluminously begun keg of these nails--of the true cross lean and mean old age man peculiarly and insufferably self-conceited: not seasick marks the exact centre of the earth nauseous adulation of princely patrons never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language never left any chance for newspaper controversies never uses a one-syllable word when he can think of a longer one no satisfaction in being a pope in those days not afraid of a million bedouins not bring ourselves to think st john had two sets of ashes old travelers one is apt to overestimate beauty when it is rare only solitary thing one does not smell in turkey oriental splendor! original first shoddy contract mentioned in history overflowing his banks people talk so glibly of "feeling," "expression," "tone," perdition catch all the guides picture which one ought to see once--not oftener polite hotel waiter who isn't an idiot relic matter a little overdone? room to turn around in, but not to swing a cat saviour, who seems to be of little importance any where in rome self-satisfied monarch, the railroad conductor of america sentimental praises of the arab's idolatry of his horse she assumes a crushing dignity shepherd's hotel, which is the worst on earth smell about them which is peculiar but not entertaining some people can not stand prosperity somewhat singular taste in the matter of relics st charles borromeo, bishop of milan st helena, the mother of constantine starving to death stirring times here for a while if the last trump should blow tahoe means grasshoppers. it means grasshopper soup the information the ancients didn't have was very voluminous the last supper there was a good deal of sameness about it they were like nearly all the frenchwomen i ever saw--homely they were seasick. and i was glad of it those delightful parrots who have "been here before" to give birth to an idea toll the signal for the st bartholomew's massacre travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness uncomplaining impoliteness under the charitable moon used fine tooth combs--successfully venitian visiting young ladies wandering jew wasn't enough of it to make a pie we all like to see people seasick when we are not, ourselves well provided with cigars and other necessaries of life what's a fair wind for us is a head wind to them whichever one they get is the one they want who have actually forgotten their mother tongue in three months worth while to get tired out, because one so enjoys resting roughing it aim and object of the law and lawyers was to defeat justice american saddle cayote is a living, breathing allegory of want children were clothed in nothing but sunshine contempt of court on the part of a horse feared a great deal more than the almighty fertile in invention and elastic in conscience give one's watch a good long undisturbed spell he was nearly lightnin' on superintending he was one of the deadest men that ever lived hotel clerk who was crusty and disobliging i had never seen lightning go like that horse juries composed of fools and rascals list of things which we had seen and some other people had not man was not a liar he only missed it by the skin of his teeth most impossible reminiscences sound plausible native canoe is an irresponsible looking contrivance never knew there was a hell! nothing that glitters is gold profound respect for chastity--in other people scenery in california requires distance slept, if one might call such a condition by so strong a name useful information and entertaining nonsense virtuous to the verge of eccentricity the gilded age accidental murder resulting from justifiable insanity always trying to build a house by beginning at the top appropriation beautiful credit! the foundation of modern society believed it; because she desired to believe it best intentions and the frailest resolution big babies with beards cheap sentiment and high and mighty dialogue conscious superiority does your doctor know any thing enjoy icebergs--as scenery but not as company erie rr: causeway of cracked rails and cows, to the west fever of speculation final resort of the disappointed of her sex, the lecture platform geographical habits get away and find a place where he could despise himself gossips were soon at work grand old benevolent national asylum for the helpless grief that is too deep to find help in moan or groan or outcry haughty humility having no factitious weight of dignity to carry imagination to help his memory invariably advised to settle--no matter how, but settle invariably allowed a half for shrinkage in his statements is this your first visit? it had cost something to upholster these women large amount of money necessary to make a small hole later years brought their disenchanting wisdom let me take your grief and help you carry it life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death mail train which has never run over a cow meant no harm they only wanted to know money is most difficult to get when people need it most never sewed when she could avoid it. bless her! nursed his woe and exalted it predominance of the imagination over the judgment question was asked and answered--in their eyes riches enough to be able to gratify reasonable desires road, which did not seem to know its own mind exactly sarcasms of fate sleep that heals all heart-aches and ends all sorrows small gossip stood a very poor chance sun bothers along over the atlantic think a congress of ours could convict the devil of anything titles never die in america too much grace and too little wine understood the virtues of "addition, division and silence" unlimited reliance upon human promises very pleasant man if you were not in his way wasn't worth a cent two years ago, and now i owe two millions "we must create, a public opinion," said senator dilworthy we'll make you think you never was at home before we've all got to come to it at last, anyway! widened, and deepened, and straightened--(public river project) wished that she could see his sufferings now your absence when you are present mark twain's speeches a little pride always goes along with a teaspoonful of brains ain't any real difference between triplets and an insurrection chastity, you can carry it too far classic: everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read don't know anything and can't do anything dwell on the particulars with senile rapture future great historian is lying--and doubtless will continue to head is full of history, and some of it is true, too humor enlivens and enlightens his morality i shall never be as dead again as i was then if can't make seventy by any but an uncomfortable road: don't go kill a lot of poets for writing about "beautiful spring" live upon the property of their heirs so long morality is all the better for his humor morals: rather teach them than practice them any day never been in jail, and the other is, i don't know why never to smoke when asleep, and never to refrain when awake patriotism is usually the refuge of the scoundrel please state what figure you hold him at--and return the basket principles is another name for prejudices she bears our children--ours as a general thing some civilized women would lose half their charm without dress the essex band done the best it could time-expired man, to use kipling's military phrase to exaggerate is the only way i can approximate to the truth two kinds of christian morals, one private and the other public what, sir, would the people of the earth be without woman? when in doubt, tell the truth women always want to know what is going on sketches new and old a wood-fire is not a permanent thing accessory before the fact to his own murder aggregate to positive unhappiness always brought in 'not guilty' apocryphal was no slouch of a word, emanating from the source assertion is not proof early to bed and early to rise i am useless and a nuisance, a cumberer of the earth i never was so scared before and survived it if i had sprung a leak now i had been lost just about cats enough for three apiece all around looked a look of vicious happiness lucid and unintoxicated intervals no matter how absurd and unreasonable their demands no public can withstand magnanimity not because i was afraid, but because i wanted to (go out the window) permanent reliable enemy science only needed a spoonful of supposition to build a mountain state of mind bordering on impatience walking five miles to fish was a good deal annoyed when it appeared he was going to die twain's letters v - a mighty national menace to sham all talk and no cider condition my room is always in when you are not around deprived of the soothing consolation of swearing frankness is a jewel; only the young can afford it genius defies the laws of perspective hope deferred maketh the heart sick i never greatly envied anybody but the dead in the long analysis of the ages it is the truth that counts just about enough cats to go round moral bulwark reared against hypocrisy and superstition the coveted estate of silence, time's only absolute gift we went outside to keep from getting wet what a pleasure there is in revenge! when in doubt, tell the truth when it is my turn, i don't twain's letters v - and i have been an author for years and an ass for argument against suicide conversationally being yelled at dead people who go through the motions of life die in the promptest kind of a way and no fooling around heroic endurance that resembles contentment honest men must be pretty scarce i wonder how they can lie so. it comes of practice, no doubt if this is going to be too much trouble to you one should be gentle with the ignorant sunday is the only day that brings unbearable leisure symbol of the human race ought to be an ax what a pity it is that one's adventures never happen! if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the complete project gutenberg works of mark twain http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /mtent .txt none quotes and images: memoirs of louis xv. and xvi. memoirs of louis xv. & xvi. by hausset and princess lamballe a liar ought to have a good memory air of science calculated to deceive the vulgar and scarcely a woman; for your answers are very short bad habit of talking very indiscreetly before others beaumarchais sent arms to the americans because he is fat, he is thought dull and heavy can make a duchess a beggar, but cannot make a beggar a duchess canvassing for a majority to set up d'orleans clergy enjoyed one-third the national revenues clouds--you may see what you please in them danger of confiding the administration to noblemen dared to say to me, so he writes dead always in fault, and cannot be put out of sight too soon declaring the duke of orleans the constitutional king do not repulse him in his fond moments educate his children as quietists in matters of religion embonpoint of the french princesses fatal error of conscious rectitude feel themselves injured by the favour shown to others few individuals except princesses do with parade and publicity foolishly occupying themselves with petty matters frailty in the ambitious, through which the artful can act french people do not do things by halves fresh proof of the intrigues of the jesuits he who quits the field loses it honesty is to be trusted before genius how difficult it is to do good i dared not touch that string infinite astonishment at his sharing the common destiny it is an ill wind that blows no one any good judge of men by the company they keep laughed at qualities she could not comprehend les culottes--what do you call them?' 'small clothes' listeners never hear any good of themselves madame made the treaty of sienna many an aching heart rides in a carriage mind well stored against human casualties money the universal lever, and you are in want of it more dangerous to attack the habits of men than their religion my little english protegee no phrase becomes a proverb until after a century's experience offering you the spectacle of my miseries only retire to make room for another race over-caution may produce evils almost equal to carelessness panegyric of the great edmund burke upon marie antoinette pension is granted on condition that his poems are never printed people in independence are only the puppets of demagogues pleasure of making a great noise at little expense policy, in sovereigns, is paramount to every other quiet work of ruin by whispers and detraction regardlessness of appearances revolution not as the americans, founded on grievances ridicule, than which no weapon is more false or deadly salique laws sending astronomers to mexico and peru, to measure the earth sentiment is more prompt, and inspires me with fear she always says the right thing in the right place she drives quick and will certainly be overturned on the road suppression of all superfluous religious institutions sworn that she had thought of nothing but you all her life thank heaven, i am out of harness the king remained as if paralysed and stupefied these expounders--or confounders--of codes to be accused was to incur instant death to despise money, is to despise happiness, liberty... traducing virtues the slanderers never possessed underrated what she could not imitate we look upon you as a cat, or a dog, and go on talking we say "inexpressibles" when the only security of a king rests upon his troops where the knout is the logician who confound logic with their wishes wish art to eclipse nature you tell me bad news: having packed up, i had rather go if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. memoirs of louis xv. and xvi. http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm quotes and images from john galsworthy the works of john galsworthy quotes attack his fleas--though he was supposed to have none dogs: with rudiments of altruism and a sense of god don't hurt others more than is absolutely necessary early morning does not mince words era which had canonised hypocrisy forgiven me; but she could never forget health--he did not want it at such cost is anything more pathetic than the faith of the young? law takes a low view of human nature let her come to me as she will, when she will, not at all if she will not love has no age, no limit; and no death never to see yourself as others see you old men learn to forego their whims people who don't live are wonderfully preserved perching-place; never--never her cage! putting up a brave show of being natural socialists: they want our goods thank you for that good lie to seem to be respectable was to be you have to buy experience courage courage is but a word, and yet, of words, the only sentinel of permanence; the ruddy watch-fire of cold winter days, we steal its comfort, lift our weary swords, and on. for faith--without it--has no sense; and love to wind of doubt and tremor sways; and life for ever quaking marsh must tread. laws give it not; before it prayer will blush; hope has it not; nor pride of being true; 'tis the mysterious soul which never yields, but hales us on and on to breast the rush of all the fortunes we shall happen through. and when death calls across his shadowy fields-- dying, it answers: "here! i am not dead!" some favorite passages the simple truth, which underlies the whole story, that where sex attraction is utterly and definitely lacking in one partner to a union, no amount of pity, or reason, or duty, or what not, can overcome a repulsion implicit in nature. the tragedy of whose life is the very simple, uncontrollable tragedy of being unlovable, without quite a thick enough skin to be thoroughly unconscious of the fact. not even fleur loves soames as he feels he ought to be loved. but in pitying soames, readers incline, perhaps, to animus against irene: after all, they think, he wasn't a bad fellow, it wasn't his fault; she ought to have forgiven him, and so on! "let the dead past bury its dead" would be a better saying if the past ever died. the persistence of the past is one of those tragi-comic blessings which each new age denies, coming cocksure on to the stage to mouth its claim to a perfect novelty. the figure of irene, never, as the reader may possibly have observed, present, except through the senses of other characters, is a concretion of disturbing beauty impinging on a possessive world. she turned back into the drawing-room; but in a minute came out, and stood as if listening. then she came stealing up the stairs, with a kitten in her arms. he could see her face bent over the little beast, which was purring against her neck. why couldn't she look at him like that? but though the impingement of beauty and the claims of freedom on a possessive world are the main prepossessions of the forsyte saga, it cannot be absolved from the charge of embalming the upper-middle class. when a forsyte was engaged, married, or born, the forsytes were present; when a forsyte died--but no forsyte had as yet died; they did not die; death being contrary to their principles, they took precautions against it, the instinctive precautions of highly vitalized persons who resent encroachments on their property. "it's my opinion," he said unexpectedly, "that it's just as well as it is." the eldest by some years of all the forsytes, she held a peculiar position amongst them. opportunists and egotists one and all--though not, indeed, more so than their neighbours--they quailed before her incorruptible figure, and, when opportunities were too strong, what could they do but avoid her! "i'm bad," he said, pouting--"been bad all the week; don't sleep at night. the doctor can't tell why. he's a clever fellow, or i shouldn't have him, but i get nothing out of him but bills." there was little sentimentality about the forsytes. in that great london, which they had conquered and become merged in, what time had they to be sentimental? a moment passed, and young jolyon, turning on his heel, marched out at the door. he could hardly see; his smile quavered. never in all the fifteen years since he had first found out that life was no simple business, had he found it so singularly complicated. as in all self-respecting families, an emporium had been established where family secrets were bartered, and family stock priced. it was known on forsyte 'change that irene regretted her marriage. her regret was disapproved of. she ought to have known her own mind; no dependable woman made these mistakes. out of his other property, out of all the things he had collected, his silver, his pictures, his houses, his investments, he got a secret and intimate feeling; out of her he got none. of all those whom this strange rumour about bosinney and mrs. soames reached, james was the most affected. he had long forgotten how he had hovered, lanky and pale, in side whiskers of chestnut hue, round emily, in the days of his own courtship. he had long forgotten the small house in the purlieus of mayfair, where he had spent the early days of his married life, or rather, he had long forgotten the early days, not the small house,--a forsyte never forgot a house--he had afterwards sold it at a clear profit of four hundred pounds. and those countless forsytes, who, in the course of innumerable transactions concerned with property of all sorts (from wives to water rights).... "i now move, 'that the report and accounts for the year be received and adopted.' you second that? those in favour signify the same in the usual way. contrary--no. carried. the next business, gentlemen...." soames smiled. certainly uncle jolyon had a way with him! forces regardless of family or class or custom were beating down his guard; impending events over which he had no control threw their shadows on his head. the irritation of one accustomed to have his way was, roused against he knew not what. "we are, of course, all of us the slaves of property, and i admit that it's a question of degree, but what i call a 'forsyte' is a man who is decidedly more than less a slave of property. he knows a good thing, he knows a safe thing, and his grip on property--it doesn't matter whether it be wives, houses, money, or reputation--is his hall-mark."--"ah!" murmured bosinney. "you should patent the word."--"i should like," said young jolyon, "to lecture on it: 'properties and quality of a forsyte': this little animal, disturbed by the ridicule of his own sort, is unaffected in his motions by the laughter of strange creatures (you or i). hereditarily disposed to myopia, he recognises only the persons of his own species, amongst which he passes an existence of competitive tranquillity." "my people," replied young jolyon, "are not very extreme, and they have their own private peculiarities, like every other family, but they possess in a remarkable degree those two qualities which are the real tests of a forsyte--the power of never being able to give yourself up to anything soul and body, and the 'sense of property'." an unhappy marriage! no ill-treatment--only that indefinable malaise, that terrible blight which killed all sweetness under heaven; and so from day to day, from night to night, from week to week, from year to year, till death should end it. the more i see of people the more i am convinced that they are never good or bad--merely comic, or pathetic. you probably don't agree with me!' "don't touch me!" she cried. he caught her wrist; she wrenched it away. "and where may you have been?" he asked. "in heaven--out of this house!" with those words she fled upstairs. it seemed to young jolyon that he could hear her saying: "but, darling, it would ruin you!" for he himself had experienced to the full the gnawing fear at the bottom of each woman's heart that she is a drag on the man she loves. she had come back like an animal wounded to death, not knowing where to turn, not knowing what she was doing. "what do you mean by god?" he said; "there are two irreconcilable ideas of god. there's the unknowable creative principle--one believes in that. and there's the sum of altruism in man naturally one believes in that." she was such a decided mortal; knew her own mind so terribly well; wanted things so inexorably until she got them--and then, indeed, often dropped them like a hot potato. her mother had been like that, whence had come all those tears. not that his incompatibility with his daughter was anything like what it had been with the first mrs. young jolyon. one could be amused where a daughter was concerned; in a wife's case one could not be amused. "thank you for that good lie." love has no age, no limit; and no death. did nature permit a forsyte not to make a slave of what he adored? could beauty be confided to him? or should she not be just a visitor, coming when she would, possessed for moments which passed, to return only at her own choosing? 'we are a breed of spoilers!' thought jolyon, 'close and greedy; the bloom of life is not safe with us. let her come to me as she will, when she will, not at all if she will not. let me be just her stand-by, her perching-place; never-never her cage!' ....causing the animal to wake and attack his fleas; for though he was supposed to have none, nothing could persuade him of the fact. "it's always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it's going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary." excerpts from the forsyte saga a thing slipped between him and all previous knowledge afraid of being afraid afraid to show emotion before his son always wanted more than he could have aromatic spirituality as she will, when she will, not at all if she will not attack his fleas; for though he was supposed to have none avoided expression of all unfashionable emotion back of beauty was harmony back of harmony was--union beauty is the devil, when you're sensitive to it! blessed capacity of living again in the young but it tired him and he was glad to sit down but the thistledown was still as death by the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love change--for there never was any--always upset her very much charm; and the quieter it was, the more he liked it compassion was checked by the tone of that close voice conceived for that law a bitter distaste conscious beauty detached and brotherly attitude towards his own son did not mean to try and get out of it by vulgar explanation did not want to be told of an infirmity dislike of humbug dogs: with rudiments of altruism and a sense of god don't care whether we're right or wrong don't hurt others more than is absolutely necessary early morning does not mince words era which had canonised hypocrisy evening not conspicuous for open-heartedness everything in life he wanted--except a little more breath fatigued by the insensitive, he avoided fatiguing others felt nearly young forgiven me; but she could never forget forsytes always bat free will was the strength of any tie, and not its weakness get something out of everything you do greater expense can be incurred for less result than anywhere hard-mouthed women who laid down the law he could not plead with her; even an old man has his dignity he saw himself reflected: an old-looking chap health--he did not want it at such cost horses were very uncertain i have come to an end; if you want me, here i am i never stop anyone from doing anything i shan't marry a good man, auntie, they're so dull! if not her lover in deed he was in desire importance of mundane matters became increasingly grave intolerable to be squeezed out slowly, without a say yourself ironical, which is fatal to expansiveness ironically mistrustful is anything more pathetic than the faith of the young? it was their great distraction: to wait! know how not to grasp and destroy! law takes a low view of human nature let her come to me as she will, when she will little notion of how to butter her bread living on his capital longing to escape in generalities beset him love has no age, no limit; and no death man had money, he was free in law and fact ministered to his daughter's love of domination more spiritual enjoyment of his coffee and cigar never give himself away never seemed to have occasion for verbal confidences never since had any real regard for conventional morality never to see yourself as others see you no money! what fate could compare with that? none of them quite knew what she meant none of us--none of us can hold on for ever! not going to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds nothing left to do but enjoy beauty from afar off nothing overmastering in his feeling old men learn to forego their whims one cannot see the havoc oneself is working one could break away into irony--as indeed he often had to one who has never known a struggle with desperation one's never had enough only aversion lasts only time was good for sorrow own feelings were not always what mattered most people who don't live are wonderfully preserved perching-place; never-never her cage! philosophy of one on whom the world had turned its back pity, they said, was akin to love! preferred to concentrate on the ownership of themselves putting up a brave show of being natural quiet possession of his own property quivering which comes when a man has received a deadly insult self-consciousness is a handicap selfishness of age had not set its proper grip on him sense of justice stifled condemnation servants knew everything, and suspected the rest shall not expect this time more than i can get, or she can give she used to expect me to say it more often than i felt it sideways look which had reduced many to silence in its time smiled because he could have cried so difficult to be sorry for him 'so we go out!' he thought 'no more beauty! nothing?' socialists: they want our goods sorrowful pleasure spirit of the future, with the charm of the unknown striking horror of the moral attitude sum of altruism in man surprised that he could have had so paltry an idea tenderness to the young thank you for that good lie thanks awfully that dog was a good dog the queen--god bless her! the soundless footsteps on the grass! there was no one in any sort of authority to notice him there went the past! to seem to be respectable was to be too afraid of committing himself in any direction trees take little account of time unfeeling process of legal regulation unknowable creative principle unlikely to benefit its beneficiaries wanted things so inexorably until she got them waves of sweetness and regret flooded his soul weighing you to the ground with care and love went out as if afraid of being answered what do you mean by god? when you fleece you're sorry when you're fleeced you're sick where beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight whole world was in conspiracy to limit freedom with the wisdom of a long life old jolyon did not speak witticism of which he was not the author was hardly to his taste wonderful finality about a meal you have to buy experience if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then click on the url for the plain text ebook just below and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. entire gutenberg galsworthy edition ( . mb) http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /glent .txt none quotes and images from w. d. howells. the writings of william dean howells absolutely, so positively, so almost aggressively truthful account of one's reading is an account of one's life affections will not be bidden beginning to grow old with touching courage book that they are content to know at second hand christianity had done nothing to improve morals and conditions clemens was sole, incomparable, the lincoln of our literature comfort from the thought that most things cannot be helped contemptible he found our pseudo-equality critical vanity and self-righteousness critics are in no sense the legislators of literature despair broke in laughter dickens rescued christmas from puritan distrust didn't reason about their beliefs, but only argued disbeliever in punishments of all sorts even a day's rest is more than most people can bear everlasting rock of human credulity and folly exchanging inaudible banalities fear of asking too much and the folly of asking too little for most people choice is a curse forbear the excesses of analysis gift of waiting for things to happen got out of it all the fun there was in it government is best which governs least habit of saying some friendly lying thing he was not bored because he would not be he had no time to make money he's so resting he's the same kind of a man that he was a boy heighten our suffering by anticipation heroic lies his readers trusted and loved him i do not think any man ought to live by an art if one were poor, one ought to be deserving if he was half as bad, he would have been too bad to be incredible in their insipidity industrial slavery lewd literature seems to give a sanction to lewdness in the life lie, of course, and did to save others from grief or harm life alone is credible to the young livy: well, if you are to be lost, i want to be lost with you livy clemens: the loveliest person i have ever seen luxury of helplessness married man: after the first start-off he don't try meet here to the purpose of a common ostentation morbid egotism my reading gave me no standing among the boys neatness that brings despair never paid in anything but hopes of paying never saw a dead man whom he did not envy new england necessity of blaming some one none of the passions are reasoned nyc, a city where money counts for more and goes for less old man's disposition to speak of his infirmities pathetic hopefulness plain-speaking or rude speaking praised it enough to satisfy the author pseudo-realists public wish to be amused rather than edified real artistocracy is above social prejudice reformers, who are so often tedious and ridiculous refused to see us as we see ourselves shackles of belief worn so long she liked to get all she could out of her emotions society interested in a woman's past, not her future teach what they do not know somewhat too studied grace sunny gayety of self-forgetfulness secretly admires the splendors he affects to despise self-satisfied, intolerant, and hypocritical provinciality submitted, as people always do with the trials of others tediously analytical they are so many and i am so few truth is beyond invention used to ingratitude from those he helped vacuous vulgarity we did not know that we were poor we're company enough for ourselves what we thought ruin, but what was really release when she's really sick, she's better wonder why we hate the past so?--"it's so damned humiliating!" you can't go back to anything you may do a great deal (of work), and not get on you marry a man's future as well as his past you cannot be at perfect ease with a friend who does not joke complete quotations absolutely, so positively, so almost aggressively truthful abstract, the airdrawn, afflicted me like physical discomforts account of one's reading is an account of one's life adroitness in flattery is not necessary for its successful use affections will not be bidden aim at nothing higher than the amusement of your readers air of looking down on the highest all in all to each other always sumptuously providing out of his destitution amiable perception, and yet with a sort of remote absence amiably satirical any man's country could get on without him appeal, which he had come to recognize as invasive artist has seasons, as trees, when he cannot blossom authorities authors i must call my masters became gratefully strange beginning to grow old with touching courage begun to fight with want from their cradles best talkers are willing that you should talk if you like boldest man is commonly a little behind a timid woman book that they are content to know at second hand browbeat wholesome common-sense into the self-distrust business to take advantage of his necessity but now i remember that he gets twenty dollars a month buzz of activities and pretences capriciousness of memory: what it will hold and what lose chained to the restless pursuit of an ideal not his own christianity had done nothing to improve morals and conditions church: "oh yes, i go! it 'most kills me, but i go" clemens was sole, incomparable, the lincoln of our literature cold-slaw collective opacity comfort from the thought that most things cannot be helped competition has deformed human nature composed her features and her ideas to receive her visitor concerning popularity as a test of merit in a book conditions of hucksters imposed upon poets contemptible he found our pseudo-equality could only by chance be caught in earnest about anything could make us feel that our faults were other people's could not, as the saying is, find a stone to throw at a dog could easily believe now that it was some one else who saw it couldn't fire your revolver without bringing down a two volumer crimson which stained the tops and steeps of snow crimson torch of a maple, kindled before its time critical vanity and self-righteousness criticism still remains behind all the other literary arts critics are in no sense the legislators of literature dawn upon him through a cloud of other half remembered faces death of the joy that ought to come from work death's vague conjectures to the broken expectations of life despair broke in laughter despised the avoidance of repetitions out of fear of tautology dickens rescued christmas from puritan distrust dickens is purely democratic did not feel the effect i would so willingly have experienced didn't reason about their beliefs, but only argued dinner was at the old-fashioned boston hour of two disbeliever in punishments of all sorts disposition to use his friends do not want to know about such squalid lives dollars were of so much farther flight than now dull, cold self-absorption early self-helpfulness of children is very remarkable effort to do and say exactly the truth, and to find it out either to deny the substance of things unseen, or to affirm it encounter of old friends after the lapse of years enjoying whatever was amusing in the disadvantage to himself errors of a weak man, which were usually the basest escaped at night and got into the boy's dreams espoused the theory of bacon's authorship of shakespeare ethical sense, not the aesthetical sense even a day's rest is more than most people can bear everlasting rock of human credulity and folly exchanging inaudible banalities express the appreciation of another's fit word eyes fixed steadfastly upon the future fact that it is hash many times warmed over that reassures them fate of a book is in the hands of the women fear of asking too much and the folly of asking too little feigned the gratitude which i could see that he expected felt that this was my misfortune more than my fault few men last over from one reform to another fictions subtle effect for good and for evil on the young flowers with which we garland our despair in that pitiless hour for most people choice is a curse forbear the excesses of analysis forbearance of a wise man content to bide his time found life was not all poetry gay laugh comes across the abysm of the years general worsening of things, familiar after middle life generous lover of all that was excellent in literature gift of waiting for things to happen glance of the common eye, is and always was the best light god of chance leads them into temptation and adversity got out of it all the fun there was in it government is best which governs least greatest classics are sometimes not at all great greeting of great impersonal cordiality grieving that there could be such ire in heavenly minds habit of saying some friendly lying thing happy in the indifference which ignorance breeds in us hard to think up anything new hard of hearing on one side. but it isn't deafness! hardly any sort of bloodshed which i would not pardon harriet beecher stowe and the autocrat clashed upon homeopathy hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, the love of love he was a youth to the end of his days he was not bored because he would not be he had no time to make money he was not constructive; he was essentially observant he might walk home with her if he would not seem to do so he's so resting he's the same kind of a man that he was a boy heart of youth aching for their stoical sorrows heighten our suffering by anticipation heroic lies his readers trusted and loved him his plays were too bad for the stage, or else too good for it his coming almost killed her, but it was worth it his remembrance absolutely ceased with an event historian, who is a kind of inferior realist holiday literature hollow hilarities which people use to mask their indifference hollowness, the hopelessness, the unworthiness of life honest men are few when it comes to themselves honesty is difficult hopeful apathy in his face hospitable gift of making you at home with him i do not think any man ought to live by an art i did not know, and i hated to ask if one were poor, one ought to be deserving if he was half as bad, he would have been too bad to be if one must, it ought to be champagne if he has not enjoyed writing no one will enjoy reading imitators of one another than of nature impropriety if not indecency promises literary success in the south there was nothing but a mistaken social ideal in school there was as little literature then as there is now incoherencies of people meeting after a long time incredible in their insipidity industrial slavery inexhaustible flow of statement, conjecture and misgiving inexperience takes this effect (literary lewdness) for reality insatiable english fancy for the wild america no longer there insensate pride that mothers have in their children's faults intellectual poseurs intent upon some point in the future it was mighty pretty, as pepys would say joyful shame of children who have escaped punishment kept her talking vacuities when her heart was full kindness and gentleness are never out of fashion kissing goes by favor, in literature as in life languages, while they live, are perpetually changing led a life of public seclusion left him to do what the cat might let fiction cease to lie about life lewd literature seems to give a sanction to lewdness in the life lie, of course, and did to save others from grief or harm life alone is credible to the young liked to find out good things and great things for himself literature beautiful only through the intelligence literature is business as well as art literature has no objective value little knot of conscience between her pretty eyebrows lived a thousand little lies every day livy: well, if you are to be lost, i want to be lost with you livy clemens: the loveliest person i have ever seen long-puerilized fancy will bear an endless repetition long breath was not his; he could not write a novel look of challenge, of interrogation, almost of reproof looked as if destiny had sat upon it love of freedom and the hope of justice luxury of helplessness made many of my acquaintances very tired of my favorite authors made them talk as seldom man and never woman talked malevolent agitators man is strange to himself as long as he lives man who had so much of the boy in him man who may any moment be out of work is industrially a slave marriages are what the parties to them alone really know married man: after the first start-off he don't try meet here to the purpose of a common ostentation mellow cordial of a voice that was like no other men read the newspapers, but our women read the books men's lives ended where they began, in the keeping of women met with kindness, if not honor mind and soul were with those who do the hard work of the world mind of a man is the court of final appeal for the wisest women morbid egotism most desouthernized southerner i ever knew most journalists would have been literary men if they could most serious, the most humane, the most conscientious of men motives lie nearer the surface than most people commonly pretend mustache, which in those days devoted a man to wickedness my own youth now seems to me rather more alien my reading gave me no standing among the boys napoleonic height which spiritually overtops the alps nearly nothing as chaos could be neatness that brings despair never saw a man more regardful of negroes never paid in anything but hopes of paying never quite sure of life unless i find literature in it never appeals to the principle which sniffs, in his reader never saw a dead man whom he did not envy new england necessity of blaming some one no greatness, no beauty, which does not come from truth no man more perfectly sensed and more entirely abhorred slavery no man ever yet told the truth about himself no rose blooms right along no two men see the same star no greatness, no beauty, which does not come from truth no object in life except to deprive it of all object noble uselessness none of the passions are reasoned not quite himself till he had made you aware of his quality not possible for clemens to write like anybody else not much patience with the unmanly craving for sympathy not a man who cared to transcend; he liked bounds nothing in the way of sport, as people commonly understand it novels hurt because they are not true now little notion what it was about, but i love its memory now death has come to join its vague conjectures nyc, a city where money counts for more and goes for less odious hilarity, without meaning and without remission offers mortifyingly mean, and others insultingly vague old man's disposition to speak of his infirmities old man's tendency to revert to the past one could be openly poor in cambridge without open shame only one concerned who was quite unconcerned openly depraved by shows of wealth ought not to call coarse without calling one's self prudish our huckstering civilization outer integument of pretence passive elegance which only ancestral uselessness can give pathetic hopefulness pathos of revolt from the colorless rigidities people whom we think unequal to their good fortune people of wealth and fashion always dissemble their joy people have never had ideals, but only moods and fashions picture which, he said to himself, no one would believe in plagiarism carries inevitable detection with it plain-speaking or rude speaking plain industry and plodding perseverance are despised pointed the moral in all they did polite learning hesitated his praise praised it enough to satisfy the author praised extravagantly, and in the wrong place prejudice against certain words that i cannot overcome provisional reprehension of possible shiftlessness pseudo-realists public wish to be amused rather than edified public whose taste is so crude that they cannot enjoy the best put your finger on the present moment and enjoy it quiet but rather dull look of people slightly deaf rapture of the new convert could not last real artistocracy is above social prejudice reformers, who are so often tedious and ridiculous refused to see us as we see ourselves reparation due from every white to every black man responsibility of finding him all we have been told he is rogues in every walk of life satirical smile with which men witness the effusion of women secret of the man who is universally interesting secretly admires the splendors he affects to despise seen through the wrong end of the telescope seldom talked, but there came times when he would'nt even listen self-satisfied, intolerant, and hypocritical provinciality shackles of belief worn so long she liked to get all she could out of her emotions should probably have wasted the time if i had not read them singleness of a nature that was all pose so long as we have social inequality we shall have snobs so refined, after the gigantic coarseness of california so many millionaires and so many tramps society interested in a woman's past, not her future sometimes they sacrificed the song to the sermon somewhat shy of his fellow-men, as the scholar seems always to be. somewhat too studied grace sought the things that he could agree with you upon spare his years the fatigue of recalling your identity speaks it is not with words and blood, but with words and ink spit some hapless victim: make him suffer and the reader laugh standards were their own, and they were satisfied with them study in a corner by the porch stupefied by a life of unalloyed prosperity and propriety stupidly truthful style is the man, and he cannot hide himself in any garb submitted, as people always do with the trials of others sunny gayety of self-forgetfulness superiority one likes to feel towards the rich and great take our pleasures ungraciously teach what they do not know tediously analytical the old and ugly are fastidious as to the looks of others the ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it the great trouble is for the man to be honest with her there is small love of pure literature they are so many and i am so few things common to all, however peculiar in each those who work too much and those who rest too much those who have sorrowed deepest will understand this best times when a man's city was a man's country tired themselves out in trying to catch up with him to break new ground to be exemplary is as dangerous as to be complimentary tone was a snuffle expressive of deep-seated affliction trace no discrepancy between reading his plays and seeing them tried to like whatever they bade me like true to an ideal of life rather than to life itself truth is beyond invention two branches of the novelist's trade: novelist and historian under a fire of conjecture and asseveration understood when i've said something that doesn't mean anything unfailing american kindness unless we prefer a luxury of grief used to ingratitude from those he helped vacuous vulgarity visitors of the more inquisitive sex vulgarity: bad art to lug it in walter-scotticized, pseudo-chivalry of the southern ideal want something hard, don't you know; but i want it to be easy wasted face, and his gay eyes had the death-look we have never ended before, and we do not see how we can end we change whether we ought, or not we see nothing whole, neither life nor art we who have neither youth nor beauty should always expect it we cannot all be hard-working donkeys we did not know that we were poor we're company enough for ourselves what i had not i could hope for without unreason what he had done he owned to, good, bad, or indifferent what makes a better fashion change for a worse what we thought ruin, but what was really release whatever is established is sacred with those who do not think whatever choice you make, you are pretty sure to regret it when to be an agnostic was to be almost an outcast when she's really sick, she's better when was love ever reasoned? whether every human motive was not selfish wide leisure of a country village wishes of a mistress who did not know what she wanted wit that tries its teeth upon everything with all her insight, to have very little artistic sense women don't seem to belong very much to themselves women talked their follies and men acted theirs wonder why we hate the past so?--"it's so damned humiliating!" wonderful to me how it should remain so unintelligible words of learned length and thundering sound work gives the impression of an uncommon continuity work not truly priced in money cannot be truly paid in money world made up of two kinds of people world seems to always come out at the same hole it went in at! world's memory is equally bad for failure and success worldlier than the world worst came it was not half so bad as what had gone before wrote them first and last in the spirit of dickens you can't go back to anything you cannot be at perfect ease with a friend who does not joke you may do a great deal (of work), and not get on you marry a man's future as well as his past you were not afraid, and you were not bold; you were just right if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the complete project gutenberg howells http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /whewk .txt thoughts and counsels of the saints for every day of the year being a collection of quotations from st. alphonsus st. anselm st. antoninus st. benedict st. bernard st. catherine of siena st. gregory the great st. ignatius st. mechtildis st. teresa st. thomas aquinas st. vincent de paul st. vincent ferrer bl. albert the great bl. henry suso bl. jordan of saxony ven. bartholomew of martyrs ven. john tauler ven. julienne morel ven. louis de blois ven. louis de granada collected by rev. bonaventure hammer, o.f.m. january february march april may june july august september october november december thoughts and counsels of the saints for every day of the year "every day will i bless thee, and i will praise thy name forever" (_ps._ cxliv. ). january there are two guarantees of a wise rule of conduct: the thought before action, and self-command afterward.--st. ignatius. when we receive with an entire and perfect resignation the afflictions which god sends us they become for us favors and benefits; because conformity to the will of god is a gain far superior to all temporal advantages.--st. vincent de paul. all perfection consists in the love of god; and the perfection of divine love consists in the union of our will with that of god.--st. alphonsus. leave to every one the care of what belongs to him, and disturb not thyself with what is said or done in the world.--st. thomas aquinas. place before your eyes as models for imitation, not the weak and cowardly, but the fervent and courageous.--st. ignatius. prayer is a pasturage, a field, wherein all the virtues find their nourishment, growth, and strength.--st. catherine of siena. a single act of resignation to the divine will in what it ordains contrary to our desires, is of more value than a hundred thousand successes conformable to our will and taste.--st. vincent de paul. the shortest, yea, the only way to reach sanctity, is to conceive a horror for all that the world loves and values.--st. ignatius. as long as we are in this mortal life, nothing is more necessary for us than humility.--st. teresa. learning without humility has always been pernicious to the church; and as pride precipitated the rebellious angels from heaven, it frequently causes the loss of learned men.--st. vincent de paul. why remain sad and idle? why exhaust thyself in the anguish of melancholy? have courage, do violence to thyself; meditate on the passion of jesus christ, and thou shalt overcome thy sorrow.--bl. henry suso. here is the difference between the joys of the world and the cross of jesus christ: after having tasted the first, one is disgusted with them; and on the contrary, the more one partakes of the cross, the greater the thirst for it.--st. ignatius. when the sky is free from clouds we can see more clearly the brightness of the sun. in like manner, when the soul is free from sin and the gloom of passion, it participates in the divine light.--ven. louis de granada. our works are of no value if they be not united to the merits of jesus christ.--st. teresa. if we are very determined to mortify ourselves and not to be too much occupied with our corporal health, we will soon, by the grace of god, become masters of our bodies.--st. teresa. in every creature, however small it be, we may see a striking image of divine wisdom, power, and goodness.--ven. bartholomew of martyrs. time is but a period. it passes like the lightning flash. suffering passes with time; suffering, then, is very short.--bl. henry suso. in order to bear our afflictions with patience, it is very useful to read the lives and legends of the saints who endured great torments for jesus christ.--st. teresa. open thine ears to the voices of nature, and thou shalt hear them in concert inviting thee to the love of god.--ven. louis of granada. on the feasts of the saints consider their virtues, and beseech god to deign to adorn you with them.--st. teresa. when faith grows weak, all virtues are weakened. when faith is lost, all virtues are lost--st. alphonsus. a precious crown is reserved in heaven for those who perform all their actions with all the diligence of which they are capable; for it is not sufficient to do our part well; it must be done more than well.--st. ignatius. nothing created has ever been able to fill the heart of man. god alone can fill it infinitely.--st. thomas aquinas. we should only make use of life to grow in the love of god.--st. alphonsus. in vain men try. they can never find in creatures sincere affection, perfect joy, or true peace.--bl. henry suso. god is supreme strength, fortifying those who place their trust and confidence in him.--st. catherine of siena. god gives each one of us sufficient grace ever to know his holy will, and to do it fully.--st. ignatius. shun useless conversation. we lose by it both time and the spirit of devotion.--st. thomas aquinas. the upright intention is the soul of our actions. it gives them life and makes them good.--st. alphonsus. the truth of faith alone, deeply graven in the soul, is sufficient to encourage us to very perfect works; for it strengthens man and increases his charity.--st. teresa. it is folly not to think of death. it is greater folly to think of it, and not prepare for it.--st. alphonsus. february the most perfect and meritorious intention is that by which, in all our actions, we have in view only the good pleasure of god and the accomplishment of his holy will.--st. alphonsus. mary's sorrow was less when she saw her only son crucified, than it is now at the sight of men offending him by sin.--st. ignatius. there is nothing more unreasonable than to estimate our worth by the opinion of others. today they laud us to the skies, to-morrow they will cover us with ignominy.--ven. louis of granada. act as if every day were the last of your life, and each action the last you perform.--st. alphonsus. perfection consists in renouncing ourselves, in carrying our cross, and in following jesus christ. now, he who renounces himself most perfectly carries his cross the best and follows nearest to jesus christ is he who never does his own will, but always that of god.--st. vincent de paul. that which would have easily been remedied at first, becomes incurable by time and habit--st. ignatius. among the gifts of grace which the soul receives in holy communion there is one that must be numbered among the highest. it is, that holy communion does not permit the soul to remain long in sin, nor to obstinately persevere in it.--st. ignatius. be assured that one great means to find favor when we appear before god is to have pardoned the injuries we have received here below.--ven. louis of granada. woe to him who neglects to recommend himself to mary, and thus closes the channel of grace!--st. alphonsus. it is folly to leave your goods where you can never return, and to send nothing to that place where you must remain for ever.--ven. louis of granada. discretion is necessary in spiritual life. it is its part to restrain the exercises in the way of perfection, so as to keep us between the two extremes.--st. ignatius. by denying our self-love and our inclinations in little things, we gradually acquire mortification and victory over ourselves.--st. teresa. should we fall a thousand times in a day, a thousand times we must rise again, always animated with unbounded confidence in the infinite goodness of god.--ven. louis of granada. god's way in dealing with those whom he intends to admit soonest after this life into the possession of his everlasting glory, is to purify them in this world by the greatest afflictions and trials.--st. ignatius. after the flower comes the fruit: we receive, as the reward of our fatigues, an increase of grace in this world, and in the next the eternal vision of god.--bl. henry suso. god refuses no one the gift of prayer. by it we obtain the help that we need to overcome disorderly desires and temptations of all kinds.--st. alphonsus. to establish ourselves in a virtue it is necessary to form good and practical resolutions to perform certain and determined acts of that virtue, and we must, moreover, be faithful in executing them.--st. vincent de paul. love ought to consist of deeds more than of words.--st. ignatius. there are many things which seem to us misfortunes and which we call such; but if we understood the designs of god we would call them graces.--st. alphonsus. let us abandon everything to the merciful providence of god.--bl. albert the great. jesus christ, our great model, suffered much for us; let us bear our afflictions cheerfully, seeing that through them we have the happiness of resembling him.--bl. henry suso. remember that virtue is a very high and rugged mountain, difficult to ascend, and requiring much fatigue and exertion before we arrive at the summit to rest.--bl. henry suso. labor to conquer yourself. this victory will assure you a brighter crown in heaven than they gain whose disposition is more amiable.--st. ignatius. we should not examine articles of faith with a curious and subtle spirit. it is sufficient for us to know that the church proposes them. we can never be deceived in believing them.--st. vincent de paul. we should guard against jealousy, and even the slightest sentiment thereof. this vice is absolutely opposed to a pure and sincere zeal for the glory of god, and is a certain proof of secret and subtle pride.-- st. vincent de paul. charity requires us always to have compassion on human infirmity.--st. catherine of siena. when one does not love prayer, it is morally impossible for him to resist his passions.--st. alphonsus. docility and easy acquiescence with good advice are the signs of a humble heart.--ven. julienne morel. there is nothing richer, nothing surer, nothing more agreeable than a good conscience.--bl. bartholomew of martyrs. march it seems as if god granted to other saints to free us from some particular needfulness; but i know by experience that the glorious st. joseph assists us generally in all our necessities.--st. teresa. a most powerful and efficacious remedy for all evils, a means of correcting all imperfections, of triumphing over temptation, and preserving our hearts in an undisturbed peace, is conformity with the will of god.--st. vincent de paul. it often happens that when we take less care of our body, we have better health than when we bestow upon it too much care.--st. teresa. do nothing, say nothing before considering if that which you are about to say or do is pleasing to god, profitable to yourself, and edifying to your neighbor.--st. ignatius. sometimes god leaves us for a long time unable to effect any good, that we may learn to humble ourselves, and never to glory in our efforts.-- st. vincent ferrer. we easily lose peace of mind, because we make it depend, not on the testimony of a good conscience, but on the judgment of men.--bl. bartholomew of martyrs. you may fast regularly, give alms, and pray without ceasing, but as long as you hate your brother, you will not be numbered among the children of god.--ven. louis de blois. he who at the hour of death finds himself protected by st. joseph, will certainly experience great consolation.--st. teresa. take care that the worldling does not pursue with greater zeal and anxiety the perishable goods of this world than you do the eternal.--st. ignatius. we should consider our departed brethren as living members of jesus christ, animated by his grace, and certain of participating one day of his glory. we should therefore love, serve, and assist them as far as is in our power.--st. vincent de paul. control thy senses, guard thy mouth, bridle thy tongue, subjugate thy heart, bear all provocation with charity, and thou shalt perfectly fulfil the will of god.--bl. henry suso. our perfection consists in uniting our will so intimately with god's will, that we will only desire what he wills. he who conforms most perfectly to the will of god will be the most perfect christian.--st. vincent de paul. humility, modesty, sobriety, purity, piety, and prudence, with meekness, ornament the soul, and make us live on earth a truly angelic life.--bl. jordan of saxony. in recalling to mind the life and actions of the saints, walk in their footsteps as much as possible, and humble thyself if thou canst not attain to their perfection.--st. thomas aquinas. when the devil again tempts you to sin, telling you that god is merciful, remember that the lord showeth mercy to them that fear him, but not to them who despise him.--st. alphonsus. in prayer we should particularly combat our predominant passion or evil inclination. we should devote continual attention to it, because when it is once conquered we will easily obtain the victory over all our other faults.--st. vincent de paul. i will carefully consider how, on the day of judgment, i would wish to have discharged my office or my duty; and the way i would wish to have done it then i shall do now.--st. ignatius. it is well to deny ourselves that which is permitted, in order to avoid more easily that which is not.--st. benedict. i have noticed that all persons who have true devotion to st. joseph and tender him special honor, are very much advanced in virtue, for he takes great care of souls who recommend themselves to him; and i have never asked of him anything which he did not obtain for me.--st. teresa. he who forgets himself in the service of god may be assured that god will not forget him.--st. ignatius. let all our actions be directed to the end that god may be glorified in all things.--st. benedict. he who suffers in patience, suffers less and saves his soul. he who suffers impatiently, suffers more and loses his soul.--st. alphonsus. when we remember or hear that the enemies of the church burn and destroy god's temples, we should grieve therefor; but we should also rejoice much when we see new ones built, and we should co-operate in their erection as much as we possibly can.--st. teresa. we should carefully beware of giving ourselves so completely to any employment as to forget to have recourse to god from time to time.--st. teresa. our lady, deign to intercede for us sinners with thy divine son, our lord, and obtain of him a blessing for us in our trials and tribulations!--st. ignatius. whoever would follow jesus christ, must walk in his footsteps, if he would not go astray.--st. teresa. let us thank god for having called us to his holy faith. it is a great gift, and the number of those who thank god for it is small.--st. alphonsus. the trials of life cease to oppress us if we accept them for the love of god.--ven. louis de granada. if you wish to take up your abode in the tabernacle of the heavenly kingdom, you must reach there through your good works, without which you can not hope to enter.--st. benedict. it is a great folly to be willing to violate the friendship of god, rather than the law of human friendship.--st. teresa. when the afflictions of this life overcome us, let us encourage ourselves to bear them patiently by the hope of heaven.--st. alphonsus. april to put into practice the teachings of our holy faith, it is not enough to convince ourselves that they are true; we must love them. love united to faith makes us practise our religion.--st. alphonsus. unite all your works to the merits of jesus christ, and then offer them up to the eternal father if you desire to make them pleasing to him.-- st. teresa. god pardons sin; but he will not pardon the will to sin.--st. alphonsus. it is a fault, not a virtue, to wish your humility recognized and applauded.--st. bernard. before engaging in your private devotions, perform those which obedience and your duty toward your neighbor impose upon you in such a manner as to make an abnegation of self.--ven. louis de blois. the world is full of inconstancy; its friendship ceases the moment there is no advantage to be expected from us.--bl. john tauler. there is nothing better to display the truth in an excellent light, than a clear and simple statement of facts.--st. benedict. be careful and do not lightly condemn the actions of others. we must consider the intention of our neighbor, which is often good and pure, although the act itself seems blameworthy.--st. ignatius. he who does not overcome his predominant passion is in great danger of being lost. he who does overcome it will easily conquer all the rest.-- st. alphonsus. to conquer himself is the greatest victory that man can gain.--st. ignatius. a soul which does not practise the exercise of prayer is very like a paralyzed body which, though possessing feet and hands, makes no use of them.--st. alphonsus. when you do a good action, have the intention of first pleasing god, and then of giving good example to your neighbor.--st. alphonsus. the grace of perseverance is the most important of all; it crowns all other graces.--st. vincent de paul. prayer is the only channel through which god's great graces and favors may flow into the soul; and if this be once closed, i know no other way he can communicate them.--st. teresa. to acquire courage it is very useful to read the lives of the saints, especially of those who, after living in sin, attained great sanctity.-- st. alphonsus. the truly humble reject all praise for themselves, and refer it all to god.--st. alphonsus. prayer should be effective and practical, since it has for its end the acquisition of solid virtue and the mortification of the passions.--st. vincent de paul. we do not keep an account of the graces which god has given us, but god our lord keeps an account of them. he has fixed the measure thereof.-- st. alphonsus. the more guilty we are, the greater must be our confidence in mary. therefore, courage, timid soul; let mary know all thy misery, and hasten with joy to the throne of mercy.--bl. henry suso. evil is often more hurtful to the doer than to the one against whom it is done.--st. catherine of siena. during life despise that which will avail you nothing at the hour of death.--st. anselm. he who fails to reflect before acting, walks with his eyes shut and advances with danger. he also falls very often, because the eye of reflection does not enable him to see whither his footsteps lead.--st. gregory the great. sanctity and perfection consist not in fine words, but in good actions.--bl. henry suso. as patience leads to peace, and study to science, so are humiliations the path that leads to humility.--st. bernard. do not disturb yourself with vain curiosity concerning the affairs of others, nor how they conduct themselves, unless your position makes it your duty to do so.--ven. louis de blois. the deceitful charms of prosperity destroy more souls than all the scourges of adversity.--st. bernard. the first degree of humility is the fear of god, which we should constantly have before our eyes.--ven. louis de blois. he who cheerfully endures contempt and is happy under crosses and affliction, partakes of the humility and sufferings of our lord.--st. mechtildis. he who is resigned to the divine will shall always surmount the difficulties he meets with in the service of god. the lord will accomplish his designs concerning him.--st. vincent de paul. consent to suffer a slight temporary pain, that so thou mayst avoid the eternal pains which sin deserves.--st. catherine of siena. may mary was the most perfect among the saints only because she was always perfectly united to the will of god.--st. alphonsus. after the love which we owe jesus christ, we must give the chief place in our heart to the love of his mother mary.--st. alphonsus. when we feel our cross weighing upon us, let us have recourse to mary, whom the church calls the "consoler of the afflicted."--st. alphonsus. the devotions we practise in honor of the glorious virgin mary, however trifling they be, are very pleasing to her divine son, and he rewards them with eternal glory.--st. teresa. there is nothing which is more profitable and more consoling to the mind than to frequently remember the blessed virgin.--st. teresa. blessed are the actions enclosed between two hail marys.--st. alphonsus. let us consider what the glorious virgin endured, and what the holy apostles suffered, and we shall find that they who were nearest to jesus christ were the most afflicted.--st. teresa. the servants of mary who are in purgatory receive visits and consolations from her.--st. alphonsus. if you persevere until death in true devotion to mary, your salvation is certain.--st. alphonsus. he who remembers having invoked the name of mary in an impure temptation, may be sure that he did not yield to it.--st. alphonsus. mary being destined to negotiate peace between god and man, it was not proper that she should be an accomplice in the disobedience of adam.--st. alphonsus. mary having co-operated in our redemption with so much glory to god and so much love for us, our lord ordained that no one shall obtain salvation except through her intercession.--st. alphonsus. he who wishes to find jesus will do so only by having recourse to mary.--st. alphonsus. mary having always lived wholly detached from earthly things and united with god, death, which united her more closely to him, was extremely sweet and agreeable to her.--st. alphonsus. mary being in heaven nearer to god and more united to him, knows our miseries better, compassionates them more, and can more efficaciously assist us.--st. alphonsus. the virgin mother, all pure and all white, will make her servants pure and white.--st. alphonsus. to assure our salvation it does not suffice to call ourselves children of mary, therefore let us always have the fear of god.--st. teresa. let us offer ourselves without delay and without reserve to mary, and beg her to offer us herself to god.--st. alphonsus. such is the compassion, such the love which mary bears us, that she is never tired of praying for us.--st. alphonsus. o queen of heaven and earth! the universe would perish before thou couldst refuse aid to one who invokes thee from the depth of his heart.--bl. henry suso. o most blessed virgin, who declarest in thy canticle that it is owing to thy humility that god hath done great things in thee, obtain for me the grace to imitate thee, that is, to be obedient; because to obey is to practise humility.--st. vincent de paul. may the two names so sweet and so powerful, of jesus and mary, be always in our hearts and on our lips!--st. alphonsus. whatsoever we do, we can never be true children of mary, unless we are humble.--st. alphonsus. let us highly esteem devotion to the blessed virgin, and let us lose no opportunity of inspiring others with it.--st. alphonsus. as a mother feels no disgust in dressing the sores of her child, so mary, the heavenly infirmarian, never refuses to care for sinners who have recourse to her.--st. alphonsus. each of our days is marked with the protection of mary, who is exceedingly anxious to be our mother, when we desire to be her children.--st. vincent de paul. when the devil wishes to make himself master of a soul, he seeks to make it give up devotion to mary.--st. alphonsus. let us have recourse to mary; for of all creatures she is the highest, the purest, the most beautiful, and the most loving.--bl. henry suso. let the name of mary be ever on your lips, let it be indelibly engraven on your heart. if you are under her protection, you have nothing to fear; if she is propitious, you will arrive at the port of salvation.-- st. bernard. know that of all devotions the most pleasing to mary is to have frequent recourse to her, asking for favors.--st. alphonsus. let the servants of mary perform every day, and especially on saturday, some work of charity for her sake.--st. alphonsus. june can we, amongst all hearts, find one more amiable than that of jesus? it is on his heart that god looks with special complacency--st. alphonsus. one must wage war against his predominant passion, and not retreat, until, with god's help, he has been victorious.--st. alphonsus. an act of perfect conformity to the will of god unites us more to him than a hundred other acts of virtue.--st. alphonsus. the love of god inspires the love of our neighbor, and the love of our neighbor serves to keep alive the love of god.--st. gregory the great. live always in the certainty that whatever happens to you is the result of divine providence; because nothing hard or laborious falls to your lot without the lord permitting it.--ven. louis de blois. whatsoever good work you undertake, pray earnestly to god that he will enable you to bring it to a successful termination.--st. benedict. what is a fruitless repentance, defiled almost immediately by new faults?--st. bernard. you propose to give up everything to god; be sure, then, to include yourself among the things to be given up.--st. benedict. if you can find a place where god is not, go there and sin with impunity.--st. anselm. he can not err who is constantly with the visible head which jesus christ has left to his church, as its foundation, rule, teacher, and defender of the faith.--st. alphonsus. the more numerous the gifts we have received from god, the greater the account we must render to him.--st. gregory the great. true penance consists in regretting without ceasing the faults of the past, and in firmly resolving to never again commit that which is so deplorable.--st. bernard. [illustration: the sacred heart of mary.] we are not raised the first day to the summit of perfection. it is by climbing, not by flying, that we arrive there.--st. bernard. what we do for ourselves during life is more certain than all the good we expect others to do for us after death.--st. gregory the great. idleness begets a discontented life. it develops self-love, which is the cause of all our misery, and renders us unworthy to receive the favors of divine love.--st. ignatius. have death always before your eyes as a salutary means of returning to god.--st. bernard. if the devil tempts me by the thought of divine justice, i think of god's mercy; if he tries to fill me with presumption by the thought of his mercy, i think of his justice.--st. ignatius. in time of temptation continue the good thou hast begun before temptation.--st. vincent ferrer. in the eyes of the sovereign judge the merit of our actions depends on the motives which prompted them.--st. gregory the great. the benefits to be derived from spiritual reading do not merely consist in impressing on the memory the precepts set forth, but in opening the heart to them, that they may bear fruit.--ven. louis de blois. as clouds obscure the sun, so bad thoughts darken and destroy the brightness of the soul.--ven. louis of granada. to judge rightly of the goodness and perfection of any one's prayer, it is sufficient to know the disposition he takes to it, and the fruits he reaps from it.--st. vincent de paul. to commence many things and not to finish them is no small fault; we must persevere in whatever we undertake with upright intention and according to god's will.--bl. henry suso. the perfect champion is he who establishes complete control over his mind by overcoming temptations and the inclination of his nature to sin.--ven. john tauler. if the love of god is in your heart, you will understand that to suffer for god is a joy to which all earthly pleasures are not to be compared.--st. ignatius. the world around us is, as it were, a book written by the finger of god; every creature is a word on the page. we should apply ourselves well to understand the signification of the volume.--ven. bartholomew of martyrs. a man of prayer is capable of everything. he can say with st. paul, "i can do all things in him who strengthened me."--st. vincent de paul. whilst here below our actions can never be entirely free from negligence, frailty, or defect; but we must not throw away the wheat because of the chaff.--ven. john tauler. strive always to preserve freedom of spirit, so that you need do nothing with the view of pleasing the world, and that no fear of displeasing it will have power to shake your good resolutions.--ven. louis de blois. wo to us poor sinners if we had not the divine sacrifice to appease the lord!--st. alphonsus. july how few there are who avail themselves of the precious blood of jesus to purchase their salvation!--st. ignatius. o queen of heaven and earth! thou art the gate of mercy ever open, never closed. the universe must perish before he who invokes thee from his heart is refused assistance.--bl. henry suso. our faith will never be true unless it is united to that of st. peter and the pontiff, his successors.--st. alphonsus. short pleasures and long sufferings are all the world can give.--ven. john tauler. learn to be silent sometimes for the edification of others, that you may learn how to speak sometimes.--st. vincent ferrer. gratitude for graces received is a most efficacious means of obtaining new ones.--st. vincent de paul. to a useless question we should answer only by silence.--st. vincent ferrer. we should not judge things by their exterior or appearance, but consider what they are in the sight of god, and whether they be according to his good pleasure.--st. vincent de paul. preserve purity of conscience with care, and never do anything to sully it or render it less agreeable to god.--st. thomas aquinas. give not thyself too much to any one. he who gives himself too freely is generally the least acceptable.--bl. henry suso. affliction strengthens the vigor of our soul, whereas happiness weakens it.--st. gregory the great. to acquire purity of the soul, it is necessary to guard against passing judgment on our neighbor, or useless remarks on his conduct.--st. catherine of siena. turn away the eyes of thy body and those of thy mind from seeing others, that thou mayest be able to contemplate thyself.--st. vincent ferrer. the brightest ornaments in the crown of the blessed in heaven are the sufferings which they have borne patiently on earth.--st. alphonsus. we are not innocent before god if we punish that which we should pardon, or pardon that which we should punish.--st. bernard. is there any one in the world who has invoked thee, o mary, without having felt the benefit of thy protection, which is promised to those who invoke thy mercy?--st. bernard. it is the key of obedience that opens the door of paradise. jesus christ has confided that key to his vicar, the pope, christ on earth, whom all are obliged to obey even unto death.--st. catherine of siena. it is true that god promises forgiveness if we repent, but what assurance have we of obtaining it to-morrow?--ven. louis de blois. we should offer ourselves and all we have to god, that he may dispose of us according to his holy will, so that we may be ever ready to leave all and embrace the afflictions that come upon us.--st. vincent de paul. no one has a right to mercy who can not himself show mercy.--ven. louis de granada. we should reflect on all our actions, exterior and interior, and before we commence, examine well if we are able to finish them.--ven. john tauler. the reason why the lukewarm run so great a risk of being lost is because tepidity conceals from the soul the immense evil which it causes.--st. alphonsus. we should learn of jesus christ to be meek and humble of heart, and ask him unceasingly for these two virtues. we ought, particularly, to avoid the two contrary vices which would cause us to destroy with one hand what we seek to raise with the other.--st. vincent de paul. the sufferings endured for god are the greatest proof of our love for him.--st. alphonsus. it is in vain that we cut off the branches of evil, if we leave intact the root, which continually produces new ones.--st. gregory the great. how little is required to be a saint! it suffices to do in all things the will of god.--st. vincent de paul. wouldst thou know what thou art? thou art that to which thy heart turns the most frequently.--ven. bartholomew of martyrs. when you covet that which delights you, think not only of the sweet moments of enjoyment, but of the long season of regret which must follow.--st. bernard. they who voluntarily commit sin show a contempt for life eternal, since they willingly risk the loss of their soul.--st. gregory the great. it suffices not to perform good works; we must do them well, in imitation of our lord jesus christ, of whom it is written, "he doeth all things well."--st. vincent de paul. put not off till to-morrow what you can do today.--st. ignatius. august christ himself guides the bark of peter. for this reason it can not perish, although he sometimes seems to sleep.--st. antoninus. prayer teaches us the need of laying before god all our necessities, of corresponding with his grace, of banishing vice from our heart and of establishing virtue in it.--st. vincent de paul. take this to heart: owe no man anything. so shalt thou secure a peaceful sleep, an easy conscience, a life without inquietude, and a death without alarm.--ven. louis de granada. if you would know whether you have made a good confession, ask yourself if you have resolved to abandon your sins.--st. bernard. he who does that which is displeasing to himself has discovered the secret of pleasing god.--st. anselm. an ordinary action, performed through obedience and love of god, is more meritorious than extraordinary works done on your own authority--ven. louis de blois. vigilance is rendered necessary and indispensable, not only by the dangers that surround us, but by the delicacy, the extreme difficulty of the work we all have to engage in the work of our salvation.--ven. louis de granada. among the different means that we have of pleasing god in all that we do, one of the most efficacious is to perform each of our actions as though it were to be the last of our life.--st. vincent de paul. i have to seek only the glory of god, my own sanctification, and the salvation of my neighbor. i should therefore devote myself to these things, if necessary, at the peril of my life.--st. alphonsus. idleness is hell's fishhook for catching souls.--st. ignatius. whoever imagines himself without defect has an excess of pride. god alone is perfect.--st. antoninus. as we take the bitterest medicine to recover or preserve the health of the body, we should cheerfully endure sufferings, however repugnant to nature, and consider them efficacious remedies which god employs to purify the soul and conduct it to the perfection to which he called it.--st. vincent de paul. to give up prayer because we are often distracted at it is to allow the devil to gain his cause.--st. alphonsus. curb the desire of display, and do nothing from human respect.--st. vincent de paul. o mary, vessel of purest gold, ornamented with pearls and sapphires, filled with grace and virtue, thou art the dearest of all creatures to the eyes of eternal wisdom.--bl. henry suso. we must be careful not to omit our prayers, confession, communion, and other exercises of piety, even when we find no consolation in them.--st. vincent ferrer. let us leave to god and to truth the care of our justification, without trying to excuse ourselves, and peace will truly spring up within us.-- ven. john tauler. read good and useful books, and abstain from reading those that only gratify curiosity.--st. vincent de paul. so great is the goodness of god in your regard, that when you ask through ignorance for that which is not beneficial, he does not grant your prayer in this matter, but gives you something better instead.--st. bernard. men can use no better arms to drive away the devil, than prayer and the sign of the cross.--st. teresa. he who knows well how to practise the exercise of the presence of god, and who is faithful in following the attraction of this divine virtue, will soon attain a very high degree of perfection.--st. vincent de paul. one of the most admirable effects of holy communion is to preserve the soul from sin, and to help those who fall through weakness to rise again. it is much more profitable, then, to approach this divine sacrament with love, respect, and confidence, than to remain away through an excess of fear and scrupulosity.--st. ignatius. let us remember that every act of mortification is a work for heaven. this thought will make all suffering and weariness sweet.--st. alphonsus. correction should be given calmly and with discernment, at seasonable times, according to the dictates of reason, and not at the impulse of anger.--ven. louis de granada. there is nothing more certain, nothing more agreeable, nothing richer than a good conscience.--ven. bartholomew of martyrs. god, to procure his glory, sometimes permits that we should be dishonored and persecuted without reason. he wishes thereby to render us conformable to his son, who was calumniated and treated as a seducer, as an ambitious man, and as one possessed.--st. vincent de paul. all that god gives us and all that he permits in this world have no other end than to sanctify us in him.--st. catherine of siena. if you can not mortify your body by actual penance, abstain at least from some lawful pleasure.--st. alphonsus. one whose heart is embittered can do nothing but contend and contradict, finding something to oppose in every remark.--ven. julienne morel. without prayer we have neither light nor strength to advance in the way which leads to god.--st. alphonsus. i have never gone out to mingle with the world without losing something of myself.--bl. albert the great. september he who perseveres with constancy and fervor will, without fail, raise himself to a high degree of perfection.--bl. henry suso. an upright intention is the soul of our actions. it gives them life, and makes them good.--st. alphonsus. you wish to reform the world: reform yourself, otherwise your efforts will be in vain.--st. ignatius. let all thy care be to possess thy soul in peace and tranquillity. let no accident be to thee a cause of ill-humor.--st. vincent ferrer. humility is a fortified town; it repels all attacks. the sight of it obliges the enemy to turn and flee.--ven. louis of granada. the world is deceitful and inconstant. when fortune forsakes us, friendship takes flight.--bl. henry suso. perform all your actions in union with the pure intention and perfect love with which our lord did all things for the glory of god and the salvation of the world.--st. mechtildis. an air of meekness and a modest speech are pleasing alike to god and men.--ven. john tauler. the saints owed to their confidence in god that unalterable tranquillity of soul, which procured their perpetual joy and peace, even in the midst of adversities.--st. alphonsus. look not to the qualities thou mayest possess, which are wanting to others; but look to those which others possess and which are wanting to thee, that thou mayest acquire them.--ven. louis de granada. your heart is not so narrow that the world can satisfy it entirely; nothing but god can fill it.--st. ignatius. if you wish to raise a lofty edifice of perfection, take humility for a foundation.--st. thomas aquinas. it ordinarily happens that god permits those who judge others, to fall into the same or even greater faults.--st. vincent ferrer. raise thy heart and thy love toward the sweet and most holy cross, which soothes every pain!--st. catherine of siena. often read spiritual books; then, like a sheep, ruminate the food thou hast taken, by meditation and a desire to practise the holy doctrine found therein.--st. antoninus. love others much, but visit them seldom.--st. catherine of siena. god sends us trials and afflictions to exercise us in patience and teach us sympathy with the sorrows of others.--st. vincent de paul. armed with prayer, the saints sustained a glorious warfare and vanquished all their enemies. by prayer, also, they appeased the wrath of god, and obtained from him all they desired.--ven. louis de granada. all souls in hell are there because they did not pray. all the saints sanctified themselves by prayer.--st. alphonsus. the thought of the presence of god renders us familiar with the practice of doing in all things his holy will.--st. vincent de paul. if we consider the number and excellence of the virtues practised by the saints, we must feel the inefficiency and imperfection of our actions.-- st. vincent ferrer. prayer without fervor has not sufficient strength to rise to heaven.-- st. bernard. the path of virtue is painful to nature when left to itself; but nature, assisted by grace, finds it easy and agreeable.--ven. louis of granada. always give the preference to actions which appear to you the most agreeable to god, and most contrary to self-love.--st. alphonsus. as the branch separated from the roots soon loses all life and verdure, so it is with good works which are not united with charity.--st. gregory the great. we should constantly thank the lord for having granted us the gift of the true faith, by associating us with the children of the holy catholic church.--st. alphonsus. we should not spare expense, fatigue, nor even our life, when there is a question of accomplishing the holy will of god.--st. vincent de paul. some are unable to fast or give alms; there are none who can not pray.-- st. alphonsus. we meet with contradictions everywhere. if only two persons are together they mutually afford each other opportunities of exercising patience, and even when one is alone there will still be a necessity for this virtue, so true it is that our miserable life is full of crosses.--st. vincent de paul. we should bear our sufferings in expiation for our sins, to merit heaven, and to please god.--st. alphonsus. october always give good example: teach virtue by word and deed. example is more powerful than discourse.--bl. henry suso. if thou wouldst glory, let it be in the lord, by referring everything to him, and giving to him all the honor and glory.--ven. louis de granada. there is nothing more holy, more eminently perfect, than resignation to the will of god, which confirms us in an entire detachment from ourselves, and a perfect indifference for every condition in which we may be placed.--st. vincent de paul. prayer consists not in many words, but in the fervor of desire, which raises the soul to god by the knowledge of its own nothingness and the divine goodness.--bl. henry suso. let us make up for lost time. let us give to god the time that remains to us.--st. alphonsus. when thou feelest thyself excited, shut thy mouth and chain thy tongue.--bl. henry suso. if it was necessary that christ should suffer and so enter by the cross into the kingdom of his father, no friend of god should shrink from suffering.--ven. john tauler. we should grieve to see no account made of time, which is so precious; to see it employed so badly, so uselessly, for it can never be recalled.--bl. henry suso. every time that some unexpected event befalls us, be it affliction, or be it spiritual or corporal consolation, we should endeavor to receive it with equanimity of spirit, since all comes from the hand of god.--st. vincent de paul. there are some who sin through frailty, or through the force of some violent passion. they desire to break these chains of death; if their prayer is constant they will be heard.--st. alphonsus. "thy will be done!" this is what the saints had continually on their lips and in their hearts.--st. alphonsus. he who would be a disciple of jesus christ must live in sufferings; for "the servant is not greater than the master."--ven. john tauler. he who submits himself to god in all things is certain that whatever men say or do against him will always turn to his advantage.--st. vincent de paul. if he be blind who refuses to believe in the truths of the catholic faith, how much blinder is he who believes, and yet lives as if he did not believe!--st. alphonsus. there is no affliction, trial, or labor difficult to endure, when we consider the torments and sufferings which our lord jesus christ endured for us.--st. teresa. outside of god nothing is durable. we exchange life for death, health for sickness, honor for shame, riches for poverty. all things change and pass away.--st. catherine of siena. if you would keep yourself pure, shun dangerous occasions. do not trust your own strength. in this matter we can not take too much precaution.-- st. alphonsus. after knowing the will of god in regard to a work which we undertake, we should continue courageously, however difficult it may be. we should follow it to the end with as much constancy as the obstacles we encounter are great.--st. vincent de paul. in your prayers, if you would quickly and surely draw upon you the grace of god, pray in a special manner for our holy church and all those connected with it.--ven. louis de blois. prayer is our principal weapon. by it we obtain of god the victory over our evil inclinations, and over all temptations of hell.--st. alphonsus. we should never abandon, on account of the difficulties we encounter, an enterprise undertaken with due reflection.--st. vincent de paul. being all members of the same body, with the same head, who is christ, it is proper that we should have in common the same joys and sorrows.-- ven. louis de granada. we should be cordial and affable with the poor, and with persons in humble circumstances. we should not treat them in a supercilious manner. haughtiness makes them revolt. on the contrary, when we are affable with them, they become more docile and derive more benefit from the advice they receive.--st. vincent de paul. let not confusion for thy fault overwhelm thee with despair, as if there were no longer a remedy.--st. catherine of siena. as all our wickedness consists in turning away from our creator, so all our goodness consists in uniting ourselves with him.--st. alphonsus. that which we suffer in the accomplishment of a good work, merits for us the necessary graces to insure its success.--st. vincent de paul. we ought to have a special devotion to those saints who excelled in humility, particularly to the blessed virgin mary, who declares that the lord regarded her on account of her humility.--st. vincent de paul. he who wishes to find jesus should seek him, not in the delights and pleasures of the world, but in mortification of the senses.--st. alphonsus. let us not despise, judge, or condemn any one but ourselves; then our cross will bloom and bear fruit.--ven. john tauler. it is rarely that we fall into error if we are humble and trust to the wisdom of others, in preference to our own judgment.--ven. louis de blois. the best of all prayers is that in which we ask that god's holy will be accomplished, both in ourselves and in others.--ven. louis de blois. november we should honor god in his saints, and beseech him to make us partakers of the graces he poured so abundantly upon them.--st. vincent de paul. we may have a confident hope of our salvation when we apply ourselves to relieve the souls in purgatory, so afflicted and so dear to god.--st. alphonsus. the example of the saints is proposed to every one, so that the great actions shown us may encourage us to undertake smaller things.--ven. louis de granada. let us read the lives of the saints; let us consider the penances which they performed, and blush to be so effeminate and so fearful of mortifying our flesh.--st. alphonsus. the greatest pain which the holy souls suffer in purgatory proceeds from their desire to possess god. this suffering especially afflicts those who in life had but a feeble desire of heaven.--st. alphonsus. death is welcome to one who has always feared god and faithfully served him.--st. teresa. true humility consists in being content with all that god is pleased to ordain for us, believing ourselves unworthy to be called his servants.-- st. teresa. the best preparation for death is a perfect resignation to the will of god, after the example of jesus christ, who, in his prayer in gethsemani prepared himself with these words, "father, not as i will, but as thou wilt."--st. vincent de paul. the errors of others should serve to keep us from adding any of our own to them.--st. ignatius. there is more security in self-denial, mortification, and other like virtues, than in an abundance of tears.--st. teresa. a resolute will triumphs over everything with the help of god, which is never wanting.--st. alphonsus. if humble souls are contradicted, they remain calm; if they are calumniated, they suffer with patience; if they are little esteemed, neglected, or forgotten, they consider that their due; if they are weighed down with occupations, they perform them cheerfully.--st. vincent de paul. when we have to reply to some one who speaks harshly to us, we must always do it with gentleness. if we are angry, it is better to keep silence.--st. alphonsus. the two principal dispositions which we should bring to holy communion are detachment from creatures, and the desire to receive our lord with a view to loving him more in the future.--st. alphonsus. in doing penance it is necessary to deprive oneself of as many lawful pleasures as we had the misfortune to indulge in unlawful ones.--st. gregory the great. in raising human nature to heaven by his ascension, christ has given us the hope of arriving thither ourselves.--st. thomas aquinas. it is useless to subdue the flesh by abstinence, unless one gives up his irregular life, and abandons vices which defile his soul.--st. benedict. no prayers are so acceptable to god as those which we offer him after communion.--st. alphonsus. it avails nothing to subdue the body, if the mind allows itself to be controlled by anger.--st. gregory the great. what is it that renders death terrible? sin. we must therefore fear sin, not death.--st. alphonsus. the blessed virgin is of all the works of the creator the most excellent, and to find anything in nature more grand one must go to the author of nature himself.--st. peter damian. if we would advance in virtue, we must not neglect little things, for they pave the way to greater.--st. teresa. when one has fallen into some fault, what better remedy can there be than to have immediate recourse to the most blessed sacrament?--st. alphonsus. afflictions are the most certain proofs that god can give us of his love for us.--st. vincent de paul. is it not a great cruelty for us christians, members of the body of the holy church, to attack one another?--st. catherine of siena. the church is the pillar and ground of truth, and her infallibility admits of no doubt.--ven. louis de granada. he who truly loves his neighbor and can not efficaciously assist him, should strive at least to relieve and help him by his prayers.--st. teresa. we should blush for shame to show so much resentment at what is done or said against us, knowing that so many injuries and affronts have been offered to our redeemer and the saints.--st. teresa. the reason why so many souls who apply themselves to prayer are not inflamed with god's love is, that they neglect to carefully prepare themselves for it.--st. teresa. it is absolutely necessary, both for our advancement and the salvation of others, to follow always and in all things the beautiful light of faith.--st. vincent de paul. december if we consider all that is imperfect and worldly in us, we shall find ample reason for abasing ourselves before god and man, before ourselves and our inferiors.--st. vincent de paul. no one should think or say anything of another which he would not wish thought or said of himself.--st. teresa. we should study the interests of others as our own, and be careful to act on all occasions with uprightness and loyalty.--st. vincent de paul. it is god himself who receives what we give in charity, and is it not an incomparable happiness to give him what belongs to him, and what we have received from his goodness alone?--st. vincent de paul. let your constant practice be to offer yourself to god, that he may do with you what he pleases.--st. alphonsus. it is not enough to forbid our own tongue to murmur; we must also refuse to listen to murmurers.--ven. louis de granada. we can obtain no reward without merit, and no merit without patience.-- st. alphonsus. no harp sends forth such sweet harmonies as are produced in the afflicted heart by the holy name of mary. let us kneel to reverence this holy, this sublime name of mary!--bl. henry suso. the life of a true christian should be such that he fears neither death nor any event of his life, but endures and submits to all things with a good heart.--st. teresa. we should abandon ourselves entirely into the hands of god, and believe that his providence disposes everything that he wishes or permits to happen to us for our greater good.--st. vincent de paul. regulate and direct all your actions to god, offering them to him and beseeching him to grant that they be for his honor and glory.--st. teresa. [illustration: hail, virgin most pure!] conformity to the will of god is an easy and certain means of acquiring a great treasure of graces in this life.--st. vincent de paul. do not consider what others do, or how they do it; for there are but few who really work for their own sanctification.--st. alphonsus. to-day god invites you to do good; do it therefore to-day. to-morrow you may not have time, or god may no longer call you to do it.--st. alphonsus. to advance in the way of perfection it does not suffice to say a number of weak prayers; our principal care should be to acquire solid virtues.--st. teresa. humility is the virtue of our lord jesus christ, of his blessed mother, and of the greatest saints. it embraces all virtues and, where it is sincere, introduces them into the soul.--st. vincent de paul. it will be a great consolation for us at the hour of death to know that we are to be judged by him whom we have loved above all things during life.--st. teresa. humble submission and obedience to the decrees of the sovereign pontiffs are good means for distinguishing the loyal from the rebellious children of the church.--st. vincent de paul. the devil attacks us at the time of prayer more frequently than at other times. his object is to make us weary of prayer.--bl. henry suso. it is an act as rare as it is precious, to transact business with many people, without ever forgetting god or oneself.--st. ignatius. god is our light. the farther the soul strays away from god, the deeper it goes into darkness.--st. alphonsus. true christian prudence makes us submit our intellect to the maxims of the gospel without fear of being deceived. it teaches us to judge things as jesus christ judged them, and to speak and act as he did.--st. vincent de paul. remember that men change easily, and that you can not place your trust in them; therefore attach yourself to god alone.--st. teresa. if we secretly feel a desire to appear greater or better than others, we must repress it at once.--st. teresa. the king of heaven deigned to be born in a stable, because he came to destroy pride, the cause of man's ruin.--st. alphonsus. to save our souls we must live according to the maxims of the gospel, and not according to those of the world.--st. alphonsus. be gentle and kind with every one, and severe with yourself.--st. teresa. if you wish to be pleasing to god and happy here below, be in all things united to his will.--st. alphonsus. in proportion as the love of god increases in our soul, so does also the love of suffering.--st. vincent de paul. he who keeps steadily on without pausing, will reach the end of his path and the summit of perfection.--st. teresa. the past is no longer yours; the future is not yet in your power. you have only the present wherein to do good.--st. alphonsus. quotes and images: memoirs of louis xiv.--duch. d'orleans memoirs of louis xiv by duchesse d'orleans a pious capuchin explained her dream to her always has a fictitious malady in reserve art of satisfying people even while he reproved their requests asked the king a hundred questions, which is not the fashion bad company spoils good manners because the queen has only the rinsings of the glass but all shame is extinct in france duc de grammont, then ambassador, played the confessor duplicity passes for wit, and frankness is looked upon as folly even doubt whether he believes in the existence of a god exclaimed so long against high head-dresses follies and superstitions as the rosaries and other things formerly the custom to swear horridly on all occasions frequent and excessive bathing have undermined her health great filthiness in the interior of their houses great things originated from the most insignificant trifles he had good natural wit, but was extremely ignorant he always slept in the queen's bed he was a good sort of man, notwithstanding his weaknesses her teeth were very ugly, being black and broken (queen) honour grows again as well as hair i thought i should win it, and so i lost it i never take medicine but on urgent occasions i wished the husband not to be informed of it i have seldom been at a loss for something to laugh at i am unquestionably very ugly i had a mind, he said, to commit one sin, but not two i formed a religion of my own if i should die, shall i not have lived long enough? it is an unfortunate thing for a man not to know himself it was not permitted to argue with him jewels and decoration attract attention (to the ugly) like will to like louis xiv. scarcely knew how to read and write made his mistresses treat her with all becoming respect my husband proposed separate beds no man more ignorant of religion than the king was nobility becoming poor could not afford to buy the high offices not lawful to investigate in matters of religion old maintenon only your illegitimate daughter original manuscripts of the memoirs of cardinal retz provided they are talked of, they are satisfied robes battantes for the purpose of concealing her pregnancy seeing myself look as ugly as i really am (in a mirror) she never could be agreeable to women since becoming queen she had not had a day of real happiness so great a fear of hell had been instilled into the king soon tired of war, and wishing to return home (louis xiv) stout, healthy girl of nineteen had no other sins to confess subject to frequent fits of abstraction that what he called love was mere debauchery the old woman (madame maintenon) throw his priest into the necker to tell the truth, i was never very fond of having children to die is the least event of my life (maintenon) you never look in a mirror when you pass it you are a king; you weep, and yet i go if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. memoirs louis xv. by duchesse d'orleans http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm quotes and images from the works of gilbert parker the works of gilbert parker a human life he held to be a trifle in the big sum of time a heart-break for that kind is their salvation a man may be forgiven for a sin, but the effect remains a look too bright for joy, too intense for despair a sort of chuckle not entirely pleasant a man you could bank on, and draw your interest reg'lar a left-handed boy is all right in the world a cloak of words to cover up the real thought behind aboriginal in all of us, who must have a sign for an emotion aboriginal dispersion adaptability was his greatest weapon in life advantage to live where nothing was required of her but truth after which comes steady happiness or the devil to pay (wedding) agony in thinking about the things we're never going to do ah, let it be soon! ah, let him die soon! air of certainty and universal comprehension all humour in him had a strain of the sardonic all genius is at once a blessing or a curse all the world's mad but thee and me all men are worse than most women all is fair where all is foul all he has to do is to be vague, and look prodigious (scientist) all are hurt some time always hoping the best from the worst of us always calling to something, for something outside ourselves an inner sorrow is a consuming fire and even envy praised her anger was the least injurious of all grounds for separation answered, with the indifference of despair antipathy of the lesser to the greater nature antipathy of the man in the wrong to the man in the right as if our penalties were only paid by ourselves! at first--and at the last--he was kind ate some coffee-beans and drank some cold water audience that patronisingly listens outside a room or window awkward for your friends and gratifying to your enemies babbling covers a lot of secrets bad turns good sometimes, when you know the how begin to see how near good is to evil beginning of a lifetime of experience, comedy, and tragedy being tired you can sleep, and in sleep you can forget being generous with other people's money being young, she exaggerated the importance of the event being a man of very few ideas, he cherished those he had beneath it all there was a little touch of ridicule boldness without rashness, and hope without vain thinking but i don't think it is worth doing twice but to pay the vulgar penalty of prison--ah! but a wounded spirit who can bear but the years go on, and friends have an end came of a race who set great store by mothers and grandmothers carrying with him the warm atmosphere of a good woman's love cherish any alleviating lie clever men are trying cling to beliefs long after conviction has been shattered confidence in a weak world gets unearned profit often conquest not important enough to satisfy ambition counsel of the overwise to go jolting through the soul courage which awaits the worst the world can do courage; without which, men are as the standing straw credulity, easily transmutable into superstition damnable propinquity dangerous man, as all enthusiasts are death is not the worst of evils death is a magnificent ally; it untangles knots delicate revenge which hath its hour with every man did not let him think that she was giving up anything for him do what you feel you've got to do, and never mind what happens does any human being know what he can bear of temptation don't go at a fence till you're sure of your seat don't be a bigger fool than there's any need to be don't be too honest down in her heart, loves to be mastered duplicity, for which she might never have to ask forgiveness each of us will prove himself a fool given perfect opportunity egotism with which all are diseased egregious egotism of young love there are only two identities engrossed more, it seemed, in the malady than in the man enjoy his own generosity even bad company's better than no company at all every true woman is a mother, though she have no child every man should have laws of his own every shot that kills ricochets evil is half-accidental, half-natural face flushed with a sort of pleasurable defiance fascinating colour which makes evil appear to be good fear a woman are when she hates, and when she loves fear of one's own wife is the worst fear in the world flood came which sweeps away the rust that gathers in the eyes follow me; if i retreat, kill me; if i fall, avenge me for a man having work to do, woman, lovely woman, is rocks freedom is the first essential of the artistic mind frenchman, volatile, moody, chivalrous, unreasonable frenchman, slave of ideas, the victim of sentiment friendship means a giving and a getting futility of goodness, the futility of all future of those who will not see, because to see is to suffer good fathers think they have good daughters good is often an occasion more than a condition good thing for a man himself to be owed kindness grove of pines to give a sense of warmth in winter grow more intense, more convinced, more thorough, as they talk had the luck together, all kinds and all weathers had the slight flavour of the superior and the paternal had got unreasonably old have not we all something to hide--with or without shame? have you ever felt the hand of your own child in yours he had neither self-consciousness nor fear he admired, yet he wished to be admired he hated irony in anyone else he was not always sorry when his teasing hurt he felt things, he did not study them he was in fact not a philosopher, but a sentimentalist he had only made of his wife an incident in his life he didn't always side with the majority he does not love pierre; but he does not pretend to love him he was strong enough to admit ignorance he has wheeled his nuptial bed into the street he had had acquaintances, but never friendships, and never loves he had no instinct for vice in the name of amusement he left his fellow-citizens very much alone he never saw an insult unless he intended to avenge it he had tasted freedom; he was near to license he borrowed no trouble he wishes to be rude to some one, and is disappointed he's a barber-shop philosopher heaven where wives without number awaited him her sight was bounded by the little field where she strayed her voice had the steadiness of despair her stronger soul ruled him without his knowledge her own suffering always set her laughing at herself highsterics, they call it his courtesy was not on the same expansive level as his vanity his duties were many, or he made them so his gift for lying was inexpressible honesty was a thing he greatly desired--in others how little we can know to-day what we shall feel tomorrow how can one force one's heart? no, no! one has to wait how many sons have ever added to their father's fame? how many conquests have been made in the name of god how can you judge the facts if you don't know the feeling? hugging the chain of denial to his bosom hunger for happiness is robbery i love that love in which i married him i was never good at catechism i said i was not falling in love--i am in love i am only myself when i am drunk i have a good memory for forgetting i don't wish to fit in; things must fit me i like when i like, and i like a lot when i like i always did what was wrong, and liked it--nearly always i should remember to forget it i don't believe in walking just for the sake of walking i don't think. i'm old enough to know i can't pay you for your kindness to me, and i don't want to i had to listen to him, and he had to pay me for listening i was born insolent i--couldn't help it if you have a good thought, act on it if one remembers, why should the other forget if women hadn't memory, she answered, they wouldn't have much if fumbling human fingers do not meddle with it illusive hopes and irresponsible deceptions imagination is at the root of much that passes for love importunity with discretion was his motto in all secrets there is a kind of guilt in her heart she never can defy the world as does a man inclined to resent his own insignificance instinct for detecting veracity, having practised on both sides interfere with people who had a trade and didn't understand it irishmen have gifts for only two things--words and women is the habit of good living mere habit and mere acting it is hard to be polite to cowards it is not justice that fills the gaols, but law it is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride it is good to live, isn't it? it is difficult to be idle--and important too it is not much to kill or to die--that is in the game it isn't what they do, it's what they don't do it ain't for us to say what we're goin' to be, not always it is easy to repent when our pleasures have palled it's the people who try to be clever who never are it's no good simply going--you've got to go somewhere jews everywhere treated worse than the chinaman joy of a confessional which relieves the sick heart kissed her twice on the cheek--the first time in fifteen years knew the lie of silence to be as evil as the lie of speech knew when to shut his eyes, and when to keep them open know how bad are you, and doesn't mind knowing that his face would never be turned from me lacks a balance-wheel. he has brains, but not enough law. it is expensive whether you win or lose learned what fools we mortals be learned, as we all must learn, that we live our dark hour alone let others ride to glory, i'll shoe their horses for the gallop liars all men may be, but that's wid wimmin or landlords life is only futile to the futile lighted candles in hollowed pumpkins likenesses between the perfectly human and the perfectly animal lilt of existence lulling to sleep wisdom and tried experience liquor makes me human live and let live is doing good lonely we come into the world, and lonely we go out of it longed to touch, oftener than they did, the hands of children lose their heads, and be so absurdly earnest love can outlive slander love, too, is a game, and needs playing love knows not distance; it hath no continent love has nothing to do with ugliness or beauty, or fortune lyrical in his enthusiasms man who tells the story in a new way, that is genius man grows old only by what he suffers, and what he forgives man or woman must not expect too much out of life may be more beautiful in uncertain england than anywhere else meditation is the enemy of action memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy men and women are unwittingly their own executioners men feel surer of women than women feel of men men do not steal up here: that is the unpardonable crime men must have their bad hours alone men are like dogs--they worship him who beats them men are shy with each other where their emotions are in play miseries of this world are caused by forcing issues missed being a genius by an inch monotonously intelligent more idle than wicked most honest thing i ever heard, but it's not the most truthful most important lessons of life--never to quarrel with a woman mothers always forgive my excuses were making bad infernally worse mystery is dear to a woman's heart nature twists in back, or anywhere, gets a twist in's brain too nervous legs at a gallop never believed that when man or woman said no that no was meant never looked to get an immense amount of happiness out of life never to be content with superficial reasons and the obvious never give up your soul to things only, keep it for people no note of praise could be pitched too high for elizabeth no, i'm not good--i'm only beautiful no news--no trouble no virtue in not falling, when you're not tempted no past that is hidden has ever been a happy past no man so simply sincere, or so extraordinarily prejudiced noise is not battle not good to have one thing in the head all the time not content to do even the smallest thing ill not to show surprise at anything nothing so good as courage, nothing so base as the shifting eye nothing is futile that is right nothing so popular for the moment as the fall of a favourite of those who hypnotize themselves, who glow with self-creation of course i've hated, or i wouldn't be worth a button often called an invention of the devil (violin) often, we would rather be hurt than hurt one does the work and another gets paid one always buys back the past at a tremendous price one doesn't choose to worry one favour is always the promise of another only the supremely wise or the deeply ignorant who never alter oriental would think not less of him for dissimulation paradoxes which make for laughter--and for tears passion to forget themselves pathetically in earnest people who are clever never think of trying to be philosophers are often stupid in human affairs philosophy which could separate the petty from the prodigious political virtue goes unrewarded prepared for a kiss this hour and a reproach the next preserved a marked unconsciousness protest that it is right when it knows that it is wrong put the matter on your own hearthstone queer that things which hurt most can't be punished by law rack of secrecy, the cruelest inquisition of life reading a lot and forgetting everything reconciling the preacher and the sinner, as many another has religion to him was a dull recreation invented chiefly for women remember the sorrow of thine own wife remember your own sins before you charge others rewarded for its mistakes romance is an incident to a man sacrifice to the god of the pin-hole sardonic pleasure in the miseries of the world saw how futile was much competition saying uncomfortable things in a deferential way scoundrel, too weak to face the consequences of his sin secret of life: to keep your own commandments self-will, self-pride, and self-righteousness were big in him she lacked sense a little and sensitiveness much she was not to be forced to answer his arguments directly she knew what to say and what to leave unsaid she was beginning to understand that evil is not absolute she valued what others found useless she wasn't young, but she seemed so she had not suffered that sickness, social artifice she had provoked love, but had never given it she had never stooped to conquer should not make our own personal experience a law unto the world shure, if we could always be 'about the same,' we'd do simply to have death renewed every morning slander ever scorches where it touches slow-footed hours wandered by, leaving apathy in their train smiling was part of his equipment so say your prayers, believe all you can, don't ask questions solitude fixes our hearts immovably on things some people are rough with the poor--and proud some wise men are fools, one way or another some are hurt in one way and some in another sometimes the longest way round is the shortest way home soul tortured through different degrees of misunderstanding spurting out little geysers of other people's cheap wisdom still the end of your existence, i rejoined--to be amused? strike first and heal after--"a kick and a lick" struggle of conscience and expediency surely she might weep a little for herself suspicion, the bane of sick old age sympathy, with curiousness in their eyes and as much inhumanity sympathy and consolation might be much misplaced thanked him in her heart for the things he had left unsaid that anxious civility which beauty can inspire that iceberg which most mourners carry in their breasts that he will find the room empty where i am not the government cherish the injin much in these days the injin speaks the truth, perhaps--eye of red man multiplies the blind tyranny of the just the soul of goodness in things evil the higher we go the faster we live the gods made last to humble the pride of men--there was rum the world never welcomes its deserters the furious music of death and war was over the tender care of a woman--than many pharmacopoeias the beginning of the end of things was come for him the ravings of a sick man are not always counted ravings the friendship of man is like the shade of the acacia the sea is a great breeder of friendship the vague pain of suffered indifference the soul is a great traveller the happy scene of the play before the villain comes in the threshold of an acknowledged love the barracks of the free the real business of life is trying to understand each other the world is not so bad as is claimed for it the temerity and nonchalance of despair there is nothing so tragic as the formal there are things we repent of which cannot be repaired there is something humiliating in even an undeserved injury there should be written the one word, "wait" there is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world there was never a grey wind but there's a greyer there is no influence like the influence of habit there is no habit so powerful as the habit of care of others there's no credit in not doing what you don't want to do these little pieces of art make life possible they think that if a vote's worth having it's worth paying for they whose tragedy lies in the capacity to suffer greatly things in life git stronger than we are things that once charmed charm less think with the minds of twelve men, and the heart of one woman think that a woman gives the heart for pleasant weather only? think of our position thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart time when she should and when she should not be wooed time is the test, and time will have its way with me time a woman most yearns for a man is when she has refused him to die without whining to be popular is not necessarily to be contemptible to sorrow may their humour be a foil to-morrow is no man's gift touch of the fantastic, of the barbaric, in all genius training in the charms of superficiality tricks played by fact to discredit the imagination triumph of oriental duplicity over western civilisation truth waits long, but whips hard tyranny of the little man, given a power undisciplined generosity untamed by the normal restraints of a happy married life uses up your misery and makes you tired (work) vanity is the bane of mankind vanity of successful labour vanity; and from this much feminine hatred springs very severe on those who do not pretend to be good visions of the artistic temperament--delight and curse war is cruelty, and none can make it gentle was not civilisation a mistake we don't live in months and years, but just in minutes we want to get more out of life than there really is in it we want every land to do as we do; and we want to make 'em do it we grow away from people against our will we are only children till we begin to make our dreams our life we care so little for real justice we do what we forbid ourselves to do we suffer the shames we damn in others we must live our dark hours alone we speak with the straight tongue; it is cowards who lie we'll lave the past behind us what fools there are in the world what is gone is gone. graves are idolatry what is crime in one country, is virtue in another what a nice mob you press fellows are--wholesale scavengers what'll be the differ a hundred years from now whatever has been was a dream; whatever is now is real when a child is born the mother also is born again when you strike your camp, put out the fires when god permits, shall man despair? when a man laugh in the sun and think nothing of evil where the light is darkness where i should never hear the voice of the social thou must who knows! who can understand a woman? who get a morbid enjoyment out of misery who say 'god bless you' in new york! they say 'damn you!' who never knew self-consciousness wit is always at the elbow of want without the money brains seldom win alone woman's deepest right and joy and pain in one--to comfort women only admitted to heaven by the intercession of husbands women are half saints, half fools women may leave you in the bright days women don't go by evidence, but by their feelings world was only the size of four walls to a sick person worth while to have lived so long and to have seen so much would look back and not remember that she had a childhood you went north towards heaven and south towards hell you have lost your illusions you never can really overtake a newspaper lie you can't take time as the measure of life you cannot live long enough to atone for that impertinence you do not shout dinner till you have your knife in the loaf you never can make a scandal less by trying to hide it you've got blind rashness, and so you think you're bold you've got to be ready, that's all you--you all were so ready to suspect youth hungers for the vanities youth is the only comrade for youth youth's a dream, middle age a delusion, old age a mistake if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the complete project gutenberg works of gilbert parker http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /gp .txt this ebook was produced by david 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for women to lament, for men to remember gaul derided the roman soldiers as a band of pigmies great science of political equilibrium holland, england, and america, are all links of one chain long succession of so many illustrious obscure others go to battle, says the historian, these go to war revocable benefices or feuds taxation upon sin the gaul was singularly unchaste dutch republic, introduction ii. by motley [# ][jm v .txt] absolution for incest was afforded at thirty-six livres achieved the greatness to which they had not been born advancing age diminished his tendency to other carnal pleasures all his disciples and converts are to be punished with death all reading of the scriptures (forbidden) altercation between luther and erasmus, upon predestination an hereditary papacy, a perpetual pope-emperor announced his approaching marriage with the virgin mary as ready as papists, with age, fagot, and excommunication attacking the authority of the pope bold reformer had only a new dogma in place of the old ones charles the fifth autocrat of half the world condemning all heretics to death craft meaning, simply, strength criminal whose guilt had been established by the hot iron criminals buying paradise for money crusades made great improvement in the condition of the serfs democratic instincts of the ancient german savages denies the utility of prayers for the dead difference between liberties and liberty dispute between luther and zwingli concerning the real presence divine right drank of the water in which, he had washed enormous wealth (of the church) which engendered the hatred erasmus encourages the bold friar erasmus of rotterdam even for the rape of god's mother, if that were possible executions of huss and jerome of prague fable of divine right is invented to sanction the system felix mants, the anabaptist, is drowned at zurich few, even prelates were very dutiful to the pope fiction of apostolic authority to bind and loose fishermen and river raftsmen become ocean adventurers for myself i am unworthy of the honor (of martyrdom) forbids all private assemblies for devotion force clerical--the power of clerks great privilege, the magna charta of holland guarantees of forgiveness for every imaginable sin halcyon days of ban, book and candle heresy was a plant of early growth in the netherlands in holland, the clergy had neither influence nor seats invented such christian formulas as these (a curse) july st, two augustine monks were burned at brussels king of zion to be pinched to death with red-hot tongs labored under the disadvantage of never having existed learn to tremble as little at priestcraft as at swordcraft many greedy priests, of lower rank, had turned shop-keepers no one can testify but a householder not of the stuff of which martyrs are made (erasmus) nowhere was the persecution of heretics more relentless obstinate, of both sexes, to be burned one golden grain of wit into a sheet of infinite platitude pardon for crimes already committed, or about to be committed pardon for murder, if not by poison, was cheaper paying their passage through, purgatory poisoning, for example, was absolved for eleven ducats pope and emperor maintain both positions with equal logic power to read and write helped the clergy to much wealth readiness to strike and bleed at any moment in her cause repentant females to be buried alive repentant males to be executed with the sword sale of absolutions was the source of large fortunes to the priests same conjury over ignorant baron and cowardly hind scoffing at the ceremonies and sacraments of the church sharpened the punishment for reading the scriptures in private slavery was both voluntary and compulsory soldier of the cross was free upon his return st. peter's dome rising a little nearer to the clouds tanchelyn the bad duke of burgundy, philip surnamed "the good," the egg had been laid by erasmus, hatched by luther the vivifying becomes afterwards the dissolving principle thousands of burned heretics had not made a single convert thus hand-werpen, hand-throwing, became antwerp to prefer poverty to the wealth attendant upon trade tranquillity of despotism to the turbulence of freedom villagers, or villeins rise of the dutch republic, by motley [# ][jm v .txt] burned, strangled, beheaded, or buried alive ( , ) despot by birth and inclination (charles v.) endure every hardship but hunger gallant and ill-fated lamoral egmont he knew men, especially he knew their weaknesses his imagination may have assisted his memory in the task little grievances would sometimes inflame more than vast often much tyranny in democracy planted the inquisition in the netherlands rise of the dutch republic, - by motley [# ][jm v .txt] consign to the flames all prisoners whatever (papal letter) courage of despair inflamed the french decrees for burning, strangling, and burying alive i would carry the wood to burn my own son withal inventing long speeches for historical characters let us fool these poor creatures to their heart's content petty passion for contemptible details promises which he knew to be binding only upon the weak rashness alternating with hesitation these human victims, chained and burning at the stake rise of the dutch republic, - by motley [# ][jm v .txt] burned alive if they objected to transubstantiation german finds himself sober--he believes himself ill govern under the appearance of obeying informer, in case of conviction, should be entitled to one half man had only natural wrongs (no natural rights) no calumny was too senseless to be invented ruinous honors sovereignty was heaven-born, anointed of god that vile and mischievous animal called the people understood the art of managing men, particularly his superiors upon one day twenty-eight master cooks were dismissed william of nassau, prince of orange rise of the dutch republic, - by motley [# ][jm v .txt] history shows how feeble are barriers of paper licences accorded by the crown to carry slaves to america we believe our mothers to have been honest women when the abbot has dice in his pocket, the convent will play wiser simply to satisfy himself rise of the dutch republic, - by motley [# ][jm v .txt] affecting to discredit them an inspiring and delightful recreation (auto-da-fe) arrested on suspicion, tortured till confession inquisition of the netherlands is much more pitiless inquisition was not a fit subject for a compromise made to swing to and fro over a slow fire orator was, however, delighted with his own performance philip, who did not often say a great deal in a few words scaffold was the sole refuge from the rack ten thousand two hundred and twenty individuals were burned torquemada's administration (of the inquisition) two witnesses sent him to the stake, one witness to the rack rise of the dutch republic, - by motley [# ][jm v .txt] attempting to swim in two waters dissimulation and delay excited with the appearance of a gem of true philosophy insinuating suspicions when unable to furnish evidence maintaining the attitude of an injured but forgiving christian more accustomed to do well than to speak well perpetually dropping small innuendos like pebbles procrastination was always his first refuge they had at last burned one more preacher alive rise of the dutch republic, - by motley [# ][jm v .txt] all offices were sold to the highest bidder english puritans habeas corpus he did his best to be friends with all the world look through the cloud of dissimulation no law but the law of the longest purse panegyrists of royal houses in the sixteenth century secret drowning was substituted for public burning sonnets of petrarch st. bartholomew was to sleep for seven years longer to think it capable of error, is the most devilish heresy of all rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] all denounced the image-breaking anxiety to do nothing wrong, the senators did nothing at all before morning they had sacked thirty churches bigotry which was the prevailing characteristic of the age enriched generation after generation by wealthy penitence fifty thousand persons in the provinces (put to death) furious fanaticism lutheran princes of germany, detested the doctrines of geneva monasteries, burned their invaluable libraries no qualities whatever but birth and audacity to recommend him notre dame at antwerp persons who discussed religious matters were to be put to death premature zeal was prejudicial to the cause purchased absolution for crime and smoothed a pathway to heaven rearing gorgeous temples where paupers are to kneel schism which existed in the general reformed church storm by which all these treasures were destroyed (in days) the noblest and richest temple of the netherlands was a wreck tyrannical spirit of calvinism would not help to burn fifty or sixty thousand netherlanders entire - the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a pleasantry called voluntary contributions or benevolences a country disinherited by nature of its rights absolution for incest was afforded at thirty-six livres achieved the greatness to which they had not been born advancing age diminished his tendency to other carnal pleasures affecting to discredit them all offices were sold to the highest bidder all denounced the image-breaking all his disciples and converts are to be punished with death all reading of the scriptures (forbidden) altercation between luther and erasmus, upon predestination an hereditary papacy, a perpetual pope-emperor an inspiring and delightful recreation (auto-da-fe) announced his approaching marriage with the virgin mary annual harvest of iniquity by which his revenue was increased anxiety to do nothing wrong, the senators did nothing at all arrested on suspicion, tortured till confession as ready as papists, with age, fagot, and excommunication attacking the authority of the pope attempting to swim in two waters batavian legion was the imperial body guard beating the netherlanders into christianity before morning they had sacked thirty churches bigotry which was the prevailing characteristic of the age bishop is a consecrated pirate bold reformer had only a new dogma in place of the old ones brethren, parents, and children, having wives in common burned alive if they objected to transubstantiation burned, strangled, beheaded, or buried alive ( , ) charles the fifth autocrat of half the world condemning all heretics to death consign to the flames all prisoners whatever (papal letter) courage of despair inflamed the french craft meaning, simply, strength criminal whose guilt had been established by the hot iron criminals buying paradise for money crusades made great improvement in the condition of the serfs decrees for burning, strangling, and burying alive democratic instincts of the ancient german savages denies the utility of prayers for the dead despot by birth and inclination (charles v.) difference between liberties and liberty dispute between luther and zwingli concerning the real presence dissimulation and delay divine right drank of the water in which, he had washed endure every hardship but hunger english puritans enormous wealth (of the church) which engendered the hatred enriched generation after generation by wealthy penitence erasmus encourages the bold friar erasmus of rotterdam even for the rape of god's mother, if that were possible excited with the appearance of a gem of true philosophy executions of huss and jerome of prague fable of divine right is invented to sanction the system felix mants, the anabaptist, is drowned at zurich few, even prelates were very dutiful to the pope fiction of apostolic authority to bind and loose fifty thousand persons in the provinces (put to death) fishermen and river raftsmen become ocean adventurers for myself i am unworthy of the honor (of martyrdom) for women to lament, for men to remember forbids all private assemblies for devotion force clerical--the power of clerks furious fanaticism gallant and ill-fated lamoral egmont gaul derided the roman soldiers as a band of pigmies german finds himself sober--he believes himself ill govern under the appearance of obeying great science of political equilibrium great privilege, the magna charta of holland guarantees of forgiveness for every imaginable sin habeas corpus halcyon days of ban, book and candle he knew men, especially he knew their weaknesses he did his best to be friends with all the world heresy was a plant of early growth in the netherlands his imagination may have assisted his memory in the task history shows how feeble are barriers of paper holland, england, and america, are all links of one chain i would carry the wood to burn my own son withal in holland, the clergy had neither influence nor seats informer, in case of conviction, should be entitled to one half inquisition of the netherlands is much more pitiless inquisition was not a fit subject for a compromise insinuating suspicions when unable to furnish evidence invented such christian formulas as these (a curse) inventing long speeches for historical characters july st, two augustine monks were burned at brussels king of zion to be pinched to death with red-hot tongs labored under the disadvantage of never having existed learn to tremble as little at priestcraft as at swordcraft let us fool these poor creatures to their heart's content licences accorded by the crown to carry slaves to america little grievances would sometimes inflame more than vast long succession of so many illustrious obscure look through the cloud of dissimulation lutheran princes of germany, detested the doctrines of geneva made to swing to and fro over a slow fire maintaining the attitude of an injured but forgiving christian man had only natural wrongs (no natural rights) many greedy priests, of lower rank, had turned shop-keepers monasteries, burned their invaluable libraries more accustomed to do well than to speak well no one can testify but a householder no calumny was too senseless to be invented no law but the law of the longest purse no qualities whatever but birth and audacity to recommend him not of the stuff of which martyrs are made (erasmus) notre dame at antwerp nowhere was the persecution of heretics more relentless obstinate, of both sexes, to be burned often much tyranny in democracy one golden grain of wit into a sheet of infinite platitude orator was, however, delighted with his own performance others go to battle, says the historian, these go to war panegyrists of royal houses in the sixteenth century pardon for murder, if not by poison, was cheaper pardon for crimes already committed, or about to be committed paying their passage through, purgatory perpetually dropping small innuendos like pebbles persons who discussed religious matters were to be put to death petty passion for contemptible details philip, who did not often say a great deal in a few words planted the inquisition in the netherlands poisoning, for example, was absolved for eleven ducats pope and emperor maintain both positions with equal logic power to read and write helped the clergy to much wealth premature zeal was prejudicial to the cause procrastination was always his first refuge promises which he knew to be binding only upon the weak purchased absolution for crime and smoothed a pathway to heaven rashness alternating with hesitation readiness to strike and bleed at any moment in her cause rearing gorgeous temples where paupers are to kneel repentant females to be buried alive repentant males to be executed with the sword revocable benefices or feuds ruinous honors sale of absolutions was the source of large fortunes to the priests same conjury over ignorant baron and cowardly hind scaffold was the sole refuge from the rack schism which existed in the general reformed church scoffing at the ceremonies and sacraments of the church secret drowning was substituted for public burning sharpened the punishment for reading the scriptures in private slavery was both voluntary and compulsory soldier of the cross was free upon his return sonnets of petrarch sovereignty was heaven-born, anointed of god st. peter's dome rising a little nearer to the clouds st. bartholomew was to sleep for seven years longer storm by which all these treasures were destroyed (in days) tanchelyn taxation upon sin ten thousand two hundred and twenty individuals were burned that vile and mischievous animal called the people the noblest and richest temple of the netherlands was a wreck the gaul was singularly unchaste the vivifying becomes afterwards the dissolving principle the bad duke of burgundy, philip surnamed "the good," the egg had been laid by erasmus, hatched by luther these human victims, chained and burning at the stake they had at last burned one more preacher alive thousands of burned heretics had not made a single convert thus hand-werpen, hand-throwing, became antwerp to think it capable of error, is the most devilish heresy of all to prefer poverty to the wealth attendant upon trade torquemada's administration (of the inquisition) tranquillity of despotism to the turbulence of freedom two witnesses sent him to the stake, one witness to the rack tyrannical spirit of calvinism understood the art of managing men, particularly his superiors upon one day twenty-eight master cooks were dismissed villagers, or villeins we believe our mothers to have been honest women when the abbot has dice in his pocket, the convent will play william of nassau, prince of orange wiser simply to satisfy himself would not help to burn fifty or sixty thousand netherlanders rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] , the last year of peace dissenters were as bigoted as the orthodox if he had little, he could live upon little incur the risk of being charged with forwardness than neglect not to let the grass grow under their feet rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] god save the king! it was the last time having conjugated his paradigm conscientiously indignant that heretics had been suffered to hang insane cruelty, both in the cause of the wrong and the right sick and wounded wretches were burned over slow fires slender stock of platitudes the time for reasoning had passed who loved their possessions better than their creed rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] conde and coligny furnished, in addition, with a force of two thousand prostitutes he came as a conqueror not as a mediator hope deferred, suddenly changing to despair meantime the second civil war in france had broken out spendthrift of time, he was an economist of blood the greatest crime, however, was to be rich time and myself are two rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] deeply criminal in the eyes of all religious parties he had omitted to execute heretics holy office condemned all the inhabitants of the netherlands not for a new doctrine, but for liberty of conscience questioning nothing, doubting nothing, fearing nothing the perpetual reproductions of history wealth was an unpardonable sin rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] age when toleration was a vice an age when to think was a crime business of an officer to fight, of a general to conquer cruelties exercised upon monks and papists for faithful service, evil recompense pathetic dying words of anne boleyn seven spaniards were killed, and seven thousand rebels the calf is fat and must be killed the illness was a convenient one the tragedy of don carlos rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] constitutional governments, move in the daylight consumer would pay the tax, supposing it were ever paid at all financial opposition to tyranny is apt to be unanimous great battles often leave the world where they found it great transactions of a reign are sometimes paltry things the faithful servant is always a perpetual ass rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] beggars of the sea, as these privateersmen designated themselves hair and beard unshorn, according to ancient batavian custom only healthy existence of the french was in a state of war rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] hanged for having eaten meat-soup upon friday provided not one huguenot be left alive in france put all those to the torture out of whom anything can be got saint bartholomew's day science of reigning was the science of lying rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] enthusiasm could not supply the place of experience envying those whose sufferings had already been terminated leave not a single man alive in the city, and to burn every house not strong enough to sustain many more such victories oldenbarneveld; afterwards so illustrious sent them word by carrier pigeons three hundred fighting women tyranny, ever young and ever old, constantly reproducing herself wonder equally at human capacity to inflict and to endure misery rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] advised his majesty to bestow an annual bribe upon lord burleigh angle with their dissimulation as with a hook luther's axiom, that thoughts are toll-free only kept alive by milk, which he drank from a woman's breast scepticism, which delights in reversing the judgment of centuries so much responsibility and so little power sometimes successful, even although founded upon sincerity we are beginning to be vexed rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] crescents in their caps: rather turkish than popish ever-swarming nurseries of mercenary warriors weep oftener for her children than is the usual lot of mothers entire - the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] , the last year of peace advised his majesty to bestow an annual bribe upon lord burleigh age when toleration was a vice an age when to think was a crime angle with their dissimulation as with a hook beggars of the sea, as these privateersmen designated themselves business of an officer to fight, of a general to conquer conde and coligny constitutional governments, move in the daylight consumer would pay the tax, supposing it were ever paid at all crescents in their caps: rather turkish than popish cruelties exercised upon monks and papists deeply criminal in the eyes of all religious parties dissenters were as bigoted as the orthodox enthusiasm could not supply the place of experience envying those whose sufferings had already been terminated ever-swarming nurseries of mercenary warriors financial opposition to tyranny is apt to be unanimous for faithful service, evil recompense furnished, in addition, with a force of two thousand prostitutes god save the king! it was the last time great transactions of a reign are sometimes paltry things great battles often leave the world where they found it hair and beard unshorn, according to ancient batavian custom hanged for having eaten meat-soup upon friday having conjugated his paradigm conscientiously he had omitted to execute heretics he came as a conqueror not as a mediator holy office condemned all the inhabitants of the netherlands hope deferred, suddenly changing to despair if he had little, he could live upon little incur the risk of being charged with forwardness than neglect indignant that heretics had been suffered to hang insane cruelty, both in the cause of the wrong and the right leave not a single man alive in the city, and to burn every house luther's axiom, that thoughts are toll-free meantime the second civil war in france had broken out not for a new doctrine, but for liberty of conscience not to let the grass grow under their feet not strong enough to sustain many more such victories oldenbarneveld; afterwards so illustrious only kept alive by milk, which he drank from a woman's breast only healthy existence of the french was in a state of war pathetic dying words of anne boleyn provided not one huguenot be left alive in france put all those to the torture out of whom anything can be got questioning nothing, doubting nothing, fearing nothing saint bartholomew's day scepticism, which delights in reversing the judgment of centuries science of reigning was the science of lying sent them word by carrier pigeons seven spaniards were killed, and seven thousand rebels sick and wounded wretches were burned over slow fires slender stock of platitudes so much responsibility and so little power sometimes successful, even although founded upon sincerity spendthrift of time, he was an economist of blood the time for reasoning had passed the calf is fat and must be killed the perpetual reproductions of history the greatest crime, however, was to be rich the faithful servant is always a perpetual ass the tragedy of don carlos the illness was a convenient one three hundred fighting women time and myself are two tyranny, ever young and ever old, constantly reproducing herself we are beginning to be vexed wealth was an unpardonable sin weep oftener for her children than is the usual lot of mothers who loved their possessions better than their creed wonder equally at human capacity to inflict and to endure misery rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] as the old woman had told the emperor adrian beautiful damsel, who certainly did not lack suitors breath, time, and paper were profusely wasted and nothing gained care neither for words nor menaces in any matter distinguished for his courage, his cruelty, and his corpulence he had never enjoyed social converse, except at long intervals human ingenuity to inflict human misery peace was desirable, it might be more dangerous than war proposition made by the wolves to the sheep, in the fable rebuked the bigotry which had already grown reformers were capable of giving a lesson even to inquisitors result was both to abandon the provinces and to offend philip suppress the exercise of the roman religion the more conclusive arbitration of gunpowder rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a common hatred united them, for a time at least a most fatal success all claimed the privilege of persecuting blessing of god upon the devil's work daily widening schism between lutherans and calvinists dying at so very inconvenient a moment eight thousand human beings were murdered everything was conceded, but nothing was secured fanatics of the new religion denounced him as a godless man glory could be put neither into pocket nor stomach he would have no calvinist inquisition set up in its place he would have no persecution of the opposite creed in character and general talents he was beneath mediocrity indecision did the work of indolence insinuate that his orders had been hitherto misunderstood king set a price upon his head as a rebel no man could reveal secrets which he did not know of high rank but of lamentably low capacity pope excommunicated him as a heretic preventing wrong, or violence, even towards an enemy they could not invent or imagine toleration uunmeaning phrases of barren benignity rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a terrible animal, indeed, is an unbridled woman agreements were valid only until he should repent all protestants were beheaded, burned, or buried alive arrive at their end by fraud, when violence will not avail them attachment to a half-drowned land and to a despised religion barbara blomberg, washerwoman of ratisbon believed in the blessed advent of peace compassing a country's emancipation through a series of defeats don john of austria don john was at liberty to be king of england and scotland ferocity which even christians could not have surpassed happy to glass themselves in so brilliant a mirror his personal graces, for the moment, took the rank of virtues necessary to make a virtue of necessity one-half to philip and one-half to the pope and venice (slaves) quite mistaken: in supposing himself the emperor's child sentimentality that seems highly apocryphal she knew too well how women were treated in that country those who fish in troubled waters only to fill their own nets worn crescents in their caps at leyden rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a good lawyer is a bad christian claimed the praise of moderation that their demands were so few confused conferences, where neither party was entirely sincere customary oaths, to be kept with the customary conscientiousness deadliest of sins, the liberty of conscience i regard my country's profit, not my own made no breach in royal and roman infallibility neither wished the convocation, while both affected an eagerness our pot had not gone to the fire as often peace, in reality, was war in its worst shape those who "sought to swim between two waters" volatile word was thought preferable to the permanent letter rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] country would bear his loss with fortitude its humility, seemed sufficiently ironical not upon words but upon actions perfection of insolence was it astonishing that murder was more common than fidelity? rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] absurd affectation of candor always less apt to complain of irrevocable events imagined, and did the work of truth judas maccabaeus neither ambitious nor greedy superfluous sarcasm rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] difficult for one friend to advise another in three matters establish not freedom for calvinism, but freedom for conscience taxes upon income and upon consumption toleration thought the deadliest heresy of all rise of the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] are apt to discharge such obligations--(by) ingratitude like a man holding a wolf by the ears local self-government which is the life-blood of liberty no man ever understood the art of bribery more thoroughly not so successful as he was picturesque plundering the country which they came to protect presumption in entitling themselves christian protect the common tranquillity by blood, purse, and life republic, which lasted two centuries throw the cat against their legs worship god according to the dictates of his conscience rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] all the majesty which decoration could impart amuse them with this peace negotiation conflicting claims of prerogative and conscience it is not desirable to disturb much of that learned dust logical and historical argument of unmerciful length mankind were naturally inclined to calumny men were loud in reproof, who had been silent more easily, as he had no intention of keeping the promise not to fall asleep in the shade of a peace negotiation nothing was so powerful as religious difference on the first day four thousand men and women were slaughtered power grudged rather than given to the deputies the disunited provinces there is no man who does not desire to enjoy his own to hear the last solemn commonplaces word-mongers who, could clothe one shivering thought rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] character of brave men to act, not to expect colonel ysselstein, "dismissed for a homicide or two" god has given absolute power to no mortal man hope delayed was but a cold and meagre consolation natural to judge only by the result no authority over an army which they did not pay unduly dejected in adversity rise of the dutch republic, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] bribed the deity forgiving spirit on the part of the malefactor great error of despising their enemy mistake to stumble a second time over the same stone modern statesmanship, even while it practises, condemns preferred an open enemy to a treacherous protector reformer who becomes in his turn a bigot is doubly odious unremitted intellectual labor in an honorable cause usual phraseology of enthusiasts writing letters full of injured innocence entire - the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a terrible animal, indeed, is an unbridled woman a good lawyer is a bad christian a most fatal success a common hatred united them, for a time at least absurd affectation of candor agreements were valid only until he should repent all the majesty which decoration could impart all protestants were beheaded, burned, or buried alive all claimed the privilege of persecuting always less apt to complain of irrevocable events amuse them with this peace negotiation are apt to discharge such obligations--(by) ingratitude arrive at their end by fraud, when violence will not avail them as the old woman had told the emperor adrian attachment to a half-drowned land and to a despised religion barbara blomberg, washerwoman of ratisbon beautiful damsel, who certainly did not lack suitors believed in the blessed advent of peace blessing of god upon the devil's work breath, time, and paper were profusely wasted and nothing gained bribed the deity care neither for words nor menaces in any matter character of brave men to act, not to expect claimed the praise of moderation that their demands were so few colonel ysselstein, "dismissed for a homicide or two" compassing a country's emancipation through a series of defeats conflicting claims of prerogative and conscience confused conferences, where neither party was entirely sincere country would bear his loss with fortitude customary oaths, to be kept with the customary conscientiousness daily widening schism between lutherans and calvinists deadliest of sins, the liberty of conscience difficult for one friend to advise another in three matters distinguished for his courage, his cruelty, and his corpulence don john of austria don john was at liberty to be king of england and scotland dying at so very inconvenient a moment eight thousand human beings were murdered establish not freedom for calvinism, but freedom for conscience everything was conceded, but nothing was secured fanatics of the new religion denounced him as a godless man ferocity which even christians could not have surpassed forgiving spirit on the part of the malefactor glory could be put neither into pocket nor stomach god has given absolute power to no mortal man great error of despising their enemy happy to glass themselves in so brilliant a mirror he had never enjoyed social converse, except at long intervals he would have no calvinist inquisition set up in its place he would have no persecution of the opposite creed his personal graces, for the moment, took the rank of virtues hope delayed was but a cold and meagre consolation human ingenuity to inflict human misery i regard my country's profit, not my own imagined, and did the work of truth in character and general talents he was beneath mediocrity indecision did the work of indolence insinuate that his orders had been hitherto misunderstood it is not desirable to disturb much of that learned dust its humility, seemed sufficiently ironical judas maccabaeus king set a price upon his head as a rebel like a man holding a wolf by the ears local self-government which is the life-blood of liberty logical and historical argument of unmerciful length made no breach in royal and roman infallibility mankind were naturally inclined to calumny men were loud in reproof, who had been silent mistake to stumble a second time over the same stone modern statesmanship, even while it practises, condemns more easily, as he had no intention of keeping the promise natural to judge only by the result necessary to make a virtue of necessity neither wished the convocation, while both affected an eagerness neither ambitious nor greedy no man ever understood the art of bribery more thoroughly no authority over an army which they did not pay no man could reveal secrets which he did not know not so successful as he was picturesque not upon words but upon actions not to fall asleep in the shade of a peace negotiation nothing was so powerful as religious difference of high rank but of lamentably low capacity on the first day four thousand men and women were slaughtered one-half to philip and one-half to the pope and venice (slaves) our pot had not gone to the fire as often peace was desirable, it might be more dangerous than war peace, in reality, was war in its worst shape perfection of insolence plundering the country which they came to protect pope excommunicated him as a heretic power grudged rather than given to the deputies preferred an open enemy to a treacherous protector presumption in entitling themselves christian preventing wrong, or violence, even towards an enemy proposition made by the wolves to the sheep, in the fable protect the common tranquillity by blood, purse, and life quite mistaken: in supposing himself the emperor's child rebuked the bigotry which had already grown reformer who becomes in his turn a bigot is doubly odious reformers were capable of giving a lesson even to inquisitors republic, which lasted two centuries result was both to abandon the provinces and to offend philip sentimentality that seems highly apocryphal she knew too well how women were treated in that country superfluous sarcasm suppress the exercise of the roman religion taxes upon income and upon consumption the disunited provinces the more conclusive arbitration of gunpowder there is no man who does not desire to enjoy his own they could not invent or imagine toleration those who "sought to swim between two waters" those who fish in troubled waters only to fill their own nets throw the cat against their legs to hear the last solemn commonplaces toleration thought the deadliest heresy of all unduly dejected in adversity unremitted intellectual labor in an honorable cause usual phraseology of enthusiasts uunmeaning phrases of barren benignity volatile word was thought preferable to the permanent letter was it astonishing that murder was more common than fidelity? word-mongers who, could clothe one shivering thought worn crescents in their caps at leyden worship god according to the dictates of his conscience writing letters full of injured innocence entire - the dutch republic, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] , the last year of peace a country disinherited by nature of its rights a pleasantry called voluntary contributions or benevolences a good lawyer is a bad christian a terrible animal, indeed, is an unbridled woman a common hatred united them, for a time at least a most fatal success absolution for incest was afforded at thirty-six livres absurd affectation of candor achieved the greatness to which they had not been born advancing age diminished his tendency to other carnal pleasures advised his majesty to bestow an annual bribe upon lord burleigh affecting to discredit them age when toleration was a vice agreements were valid only until he should repent all offices were sold to the highest bidder all denounced the image-breaking all his disciples and converts are to be punished with death all the majesty which decoration could impart all reading of the scriptures (forbidden) all protestants were beheaded, burned, or buried alive all claimed the privilege of persecuting altercation between luther and erasmus, upon predestination always less apt to complain of irrevocable events amuse them with this peace negotiation an hereditary papacy, a perpetual pope-emperor an inspiring and delightful recreation (auto-da-fe) an age when to think was a crime angle with their dissimulation as with a hook announced his approaching marriage with the virgin mary annual harvest of iniquity by which his revenue was increased anxiety to do nothing wrong, the senators did nothing at all are apt to discharge such obligations--(by) ingratitude arrested on suspicion, tortured till confession arrive at their end by fraud, when violence will not avail them as ready as papists, with age, fagot, and excommunication as the old woman had told the emperor adrian attachment to a half-drowned land and to a despised religion attacking the authority of the pope attempting to swim in two waters barbara blomberg, washerwoman of ratisbon batavian legion was the imperial body guard beating the netherlanders into christianity beautiful damsel, who certainly did not lack suitors before morning they had sacked thirty churches beggars of the sea, as these privateersmen designated themselves believed in the blessed advent of peace bigotry which was the prevailing characteristic of the age bishop is a consecrated pirate blessing of god upon the devil's work bold reformer had only a new dogma in place of the old ones breath, time, and paper were profusely wasted and nothing gained brethren, parents, and children, having wives in common bribed the deity burned alive if they objected to transubstantiation burned, strangled, beheaded, or buried alive ( , ) business of an officer to fight, of a general to conquer care neither for words nor menaces in any matter character of brave men to act, not to expect charles the fifth autocrat of half the world claimed the praise of moderation that their demands were so few colonel ysselstein, "dismissed for a homicide or two" compassing a country's emancipation through a series of defeats conde and coligny condemning all heretics to death conflicting claims of prerogative and conscience confused conferences, where neither party was entirely sincere consign to the flames all prisoners whatever (papal letter) constitutional governments, move in the daylight consumer would pay the tax, supposing it were ever paid at all country would bear his loss with fortitude courage of despair inflamed the french craft meaning, simply, strength crescents in their caps: rather turkish than popish criminal whose guilt had been established by the hot iron criminals buying paradise for money cruelties exercised upon monks and papists crusades made great improvement in the condition of the serfs customary oaths, to be kept with the customary conscientiousness daily widening schism between lutherans and calvinists deadliest of sins, the liberty of conscience decrees for burning, strangling, and burying alive deeply criminal in the eyes of all religious parties democratic instincts of the ancient german savages denies the utility of prayers for the dead despot by birth and inclination (charles v.) difference between liberties and liberty difficult for one friend to advise another in three matters dispute between luther and zwingli concerning the real presence dissenters were as bigoted as the orthodox dissimulation and delay distinguished for his courage, his cruelty, and his corpulence divine right don john of austria don john was at liberty to be king of england and scotland drank of the water in which, he had washed dying at so very inconvenient a moment eight thousand human beings were murdered endure every hardship but hunger english puritans enormous wealth (of the church) which engendered the hatred enriched generation after generation by wealthy penitence enthusiasm could not supply the place of experience envying those whose sufferings had already been terminated erasmus encourages the bold friar erasmus of rotterdam establish not freedom for calvinism, but freedom for conscience even for the rape of god's mother, if that were possible ever-swarming nurseries of mercenary warriors everything was conceded, but nothing was secured excited with the appearance of a gem of true philosophy executions of huss and jerome of prague fable of divine right is invented to sanction the system fanatics of the new religion denounced him as a godless man felix mants, the anabaptist, is drowned at zurich ferocity which even christians could not have surpassed few, even prelates were very dutiful to the pope fiction of apostolic authority to bind and loose fifty thousand persons in the provinces (put to death) financial opposition to tyranny is apt to be unanimous fishermen and river raftsmen become ocean adventurers for myself i am unworthy of the honor (of martyrdom) for faithful service, evil recompense for women to lament, for men to remember forbids all private assemblies for devotion force clerical--the power of clerks forgiving spirit on the part of the malefactor furious fanaticism furnished, in addition, with a force of two thousand prostitutes gallant and ill-fated lamoral egmont gaul derided the roman soldiers as a band of pigmies german finds himself sober--he believes himself ill glory could be put neither into pocket nor stomach god has given absolute power to no mortal man god save the king! it was the last time govern under the appearance of obeying great privilege, the magna charta of holland great transactions of a reign are sometimes paltry things great science of political equilibrium great error of despising their enemy great battles often leave the world where they found it guarantees of forgiveness for every imaginable sin habeas corpus hair and beard unshorn, according to ancient batavian custom halcyon days of ban, book and candle hanged for having eaten meat-soup upon friday happy to glass themselves in so brilliant a mirror having conjugated his paradigm conscientiously he did his best to be friends with all the world he came as a conqueror not as a mediator he would have no persecution of the opposite creed he would have no calvinist inquisition set up in its place he had never enjoyed social converse, except at long intervals he knew men, especially he knew their weaknesses he had omitted to execute heretics heresy was a plant of early growth in the netherlands his imagination may have assisted his memory in the task his personal graces, for the moment, took the rank of virtues history shows how feeble are barriers of paper holland, england, and america, are all links of one chain holy office condemned all the inhabitants of the netherlands hope delayed was but a cold and meagre consolation hope deferred, suddenly changing to despair human ingenuity to inflict human misery i would carry the wood to burn my own son withal i regard my country's profit, not my own if he had little, he could live upon little imagined, and did the work of truth in holland, the clergy had neither influence nor seats in character and general talents he was beneath mediocrity incur the risk of being charged with forwardness than neglect indecision did the work of indolence indignant that heretics had been suffered to hang informer, in case of conviction, should be entitled to one half inquisition was not a fit subject for a compromise inquisition of the netherlands is much more pitiless insane cruelty, both in the cause of the wrong and the right insinuate that his orders had been hitherto misunderstood insinuating suspicions when unable to furnish evidence invented such christian formulas as these (a curse) inventing long speeches for historical characters it is not desirable to disturb much of that learned dust its humility, seemed sufficiently ironical judas maccabaeus july st, two augustine monks were burned at brussels king set a price upon his head as a rebel king of zion to be pinched to death with red-hot tongs labored under the disadvantage of never having existed learn to tremble as little at priestcraft as at swordcraft leave not a single man alive in the city, and to burn every house let us fool these poor creatures to their heart's content licences accorded by the crown to carry slaves to america like a man holding a wolf by the ears little grievances would sometimes inflame more than vast local self-government which is the life-blood of liberty logical and historical argument of unmerciful length long succession of so many illustrious obscure look through the cloud of dissimulation luther's axiom, that thoughts are toll-free lutheran princes of germany, detested the doctrines of geneva made no breach in royal and roman infallibility made to swing to and fro over a slow fire maintaining the attitude of an injured but forgiving christian man had only natural wrongs (no natural rights) mankind were naturally inclined to calumny many greedy priests, of lower rank, had turned shop-keepers meantime the second civil war in france had broken out men were loud in reproof, who had been silent mistake to stumble a second time over the same stone modern statesmanship, even while it practises, condemns monasteries, burned their invaluable libraries more accustomed to do well than to speak well more easily, as he had no intention of keeping the promise natural to judge only by the result necessary to make a virtue of necessity neither wished the convocation, while both affected an eagerness neither ambitious nor greedy no qualities whatever but birth and audacity to recommend him no man could reveal secrets which he did not know no law but the law of the longest purse no calumny was too senseless to be invented no one can testify but a householder no man ever understood the art of bribery more thoroughly no authority over an army which they did not pay not strong enough to sustain many more such victories not to fall asleep in the shade of a peace negotiation not for a new doctrine, but for liberty of conscience not to let the grass grow under their feet not so successful as he was picturesque not upon words but upon actions not of the stuff of which martyrs are made (erasmus) nothing was so powerful as religious difference notre dame at antwerp nowhere was the persecution of heretics more relentless obstinate, of both sexes, to be burned of high rank but of lamentably low capacity often much tyranny in democracy oldenbarneveld; afterwards so illustrious on the first day four thousand men and women were slaughtered one-half to philip and one-half to the pope and venice (slaves) one golden grain of wit into a sheet of infinite platitude only kept alive by milk, which he drank from a woman's breast only healthy existence of the french was in a state of war orator was, however, delighted with his own performance others go to battle, says the historian, these go to war our pot had not gone to the fire as often panegyrists of royal houses in the sixteenth century pardon for crimes already committed, or about to be committed pardon for murder, if not by poison, was cheaper pathetic dying words of anne boleyn paying their passage through, purgatory peace, in reality, was war in its worst shape peace was desirable, it might be more dangerous than war perfection of insolence perpetually dropping small innuendos like pebbles persons who discussed religious matters were to be put to death petty passion for contemptible details philip, who did not often say a great deal in a few words planted the inquisition in the netherlands plundering the country which they came to protect poisoning, for example, was absolved for eleven ducats pope and emperor maintain both positions with equal logic pope excommunicated him as a heretic power to read and write helped the clergy to much wealth power grudged rather than given to the deputies preferred an open enemy to a treacherous protector premature zeal was prejudicial to the cause presumption in entitling themselves christian preventing wrong, or violence, even towards an enemy procrastination was always his first refuge promises which he knew to be binding only upon the weak proposition made by the wolves to the sheep, in the fable protect the common tranquillity by blood, purse, and life provided not one huguenot be left alive in france purchased absolution for crime and smoothed a pathway to heaven put all those to the torture out of whom anything can be got questioning nothing, doubting nothing, fearing nothing quite mistaken: in supposing himself the emperor's child rashness alternating with hesitation readiness to strike and bleed at any moment in her cause rearing gorgeous temples where paupers are to kneel rebuked the bigotry which had already grown reformer who becomes in his turn a bigot is doubly odious reformers were capable of giving a lesson even to inquisitors repentant females to be buried alive repentant males to be executed with the sword republic, which lasted two centuries result was both to abandon the provinces and to offend philip revocable benefices or feuds ruinous honors saint bartholomew's day sale of absolutions was the source of large fortunes to the priests same conjury over ignorant baron and cowardly hind scaffold was the sole refuge from the rack scepticism, which delights in reversing the judgment of centuries schism which existed in the general reformed church science of reigning was the science of lying scoffing at the ceremonies and sacraments of the church secret drowning was substituted for public burning sent them word by carrier pigeons sentimentality that seems highly apocryphal seven spaniards were killed, and seven thousand rebels sharpened the punishment for reading the scriptures in private she knew too well how women were treated in that country sick and wounded wretches were burned over slow fires slavery was both voluntary and compulsory slender stock of platitudes so much responsibility and so little power soldier of the cross was free upon his return sometimes successful, even although founded upon sincerity sonnets of petrarch sovereignty was heaven-born, anointed of god spendthrift of time, he was an economist of blood st. bartholomew was to sleep for seven years longer st. peter's dome rising a little nearer to the clouds storm by which all these treasures were destroyed (in days) superfluous sarcasm suppress the exercise of the roman religion tanchelyn taxation upon sin taxes upon income and upon consumption ten thousand two hundred and twenty individuals were burned that vile and mischievous animal called the people the noblest and richest temple of the netherlands was a wreck the gaul was singularly unchaste the vivifying becomes afterwards the dissolving principle the bad duke of burgundy, philip surnamed "the good," the greatest crime, however, was to be rich the more conclusive arbitration of gunpowder the disunited provinces the faithful servant is always a perpetual ass the time for reasoning had passed the perpetual reproductions of history the egg had been laid by erasmus, hatched by luther the illness was a convenient one the calf is fat and must be killed the tragedy of don carlos there is no man who does not desire to enjoy his own these human victims, chained and burning at the stake they could not invent or imagine toleration they had at last burned one more preacher alive those who "sought to swim between two waters" those who fish in troubled waters only to fill their own nets thousands of burned heretics had not made a single convert three hundred fighting women throw the cat against their legs thus hand-werpen, hand-throwing, became antwerp time and myself are two to think it capable of error, is the most devilish heresy of all to hear the last solemn commonplaces to prefer poverty to the wealth attendant upon trade toleration thought the deadliest heresy of all torquemada's administration (of the inquisition) tranquillity of despotism to the turbulence of freedom two witnesses sent him to the stake, one witness to the rack tyrannical spirit of calvinism tyranny, ever young and ever old, constantly reproducing herself understood the art of managing men, particularly his superiors unduly dejected in adversity unremitted intellectual labor in an honorable cause upon one day twenty-eight master cooks were dismissed usual phraseology of enthusiasts uunmeaning phrases of barren benignity villagers, or villeins volatile word was thought preferable to the permanent letter was it astonishing that murder was more common than fidelity? we believe our mothers to have been honest women we are beginning to be vexed wealth was an unpardonable sin weep oftener for her children than is the usual lot of mothers when the abbot has dice in his pocket, the convent will play who loved their possessions better than their creed william of nassau, prince of orange wiser simply to satisfy himself wonder equally at human capacity to inflict and to endure misery word-mongers who, could clothe one shivering thought worn crescents in their caps at leyden worship god according to the dictates of his conscience would not help to burn fifty or sixty thousand netherlanders writing letters full of injured innocence history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] diplomatic adroitness consists mainly in the power to deceive enmity between lutherans and calvinists find our destruction in our immoderate desire for peace german-lutheran sixteenth-century idea of religious freedom intentions of a government which did not know its own intentions lord was better pleased with adverbs than nouns make sheep of yourselves, and the wolf will eat you necessity of kingship neighbour's blazing roof was likely soon to fire their own nor is the spirit of the age to be pleaded in defence pauper client who dreamed of justice at the hands of law seem as if born to make the idea of royalty ridiculous shutting the stable-door when the steed is stolen string of homely proverbs worthy of sancho panza the very word toleration was to sound like an insult there was apathy where there should have been enthusiasm tranquillity rather of paralysis than of health write so illegibly or express himself so awkwardly history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] hibernian mode of expressing himself his inordinate arrogance his insolence intolerable humility which was but the cloak to his pride longer they delay it, the less easy will they find it oration, fertile in rhetoric and barren in facts round game of deception, in which nobody was deceived 'twas pity, he said, that both should be heretics wasting time fruitlessly is sharpening the knife for himself with something of feline and feminine duplicity history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] college of "peace-makers," who wrangled more than all military virtue in the support of an infamous cause not distinguished for their docility repentance, as usual, had come many hours too late history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] courage and semblance of cheerfulness, with despair in his heart demanding peace and bread at any price not a friend of giving details larger than my ascertained facts history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] honor good patriots, and to support them in venial errors possible to do, only because we see that it has been done repose in the other world, "repos ailleurs" soldiers enough to animate the good and terrify the bad to work, ever to work, was the primary law of his nature when persons of merit suffer without cause history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] anarchy which was deemed inseparable from a non-regal form dismay of our friends and the gratification of our enemies her teeth black, her bosom white and liberally exposed (eliz.) holland was afraid to give a part, although offering the whole resolved thenceforth to adopt a system of ignorance say "'tis pity he is not an englishman seeking protection for and against the people three hundred and upwards are hanged annually in london we must all die once wrath of bigots on both sides history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] able men should be by design and of purpose suppressed he did his work, but he had not his reward matter that men may rather pray for than hope for not of the genus reptilia, and could neither creep nor crouch others that do nothing, do all, and have all the thanks peace-at-any-price party the busy devil of petty economy thought that all was too little for him weary of place without power history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] intolerable tendency to puns new years day in england, th january by the new style peace and quietness is brought into a most dangerous estate history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a hard bargain when both parties are losers condemned first and inquired upon after disordered, and unknit state needs no shaking, but propping upper and lower millstones of royal wrath and loyal subserviency uttering of my choler doth little ease my grief or help my case history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] could do a little more than what was possible elizabeth, though convicted, could always confute he sat a great while at a time. he had a genius for sitting mistakes might occur from occasional deviations into sincerity nine syllables that which could be more forcibly expressed in on they were always to deceive every one, upon every occasion we mustn't tickle ourselves to make ourselves laugh entire - united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a hard bargain when both parties are losers able men should be by design and of purpose suppressed anarchy which was deemed inseparable from a non-regal form college of "peace-makers," who wrangled more than all condemned first and inquired upon after could do a little more than what was possible courage and semblance of cheerfulness, with despair in his heart demanding peace and bread at any price diplomatic adroitness consists mainly in the power to deceive dismay of our friends and the gratification of our enemies disordered, and unknit state needs no shaking, but propping elizabeth, though convicted, could always confute enmity between lutherans and calvinists find our destruction in our immoderate desire for peace german-lutheran sixteenth-century idea of religious freedom he sat a great while at a time. he had a genius for sitting he did his work, but he had not his reward her teeth black, her bosom white and liberally exposed (eliz.) hibernian mode of expressing himself his inordinate arrogance his insolence intolerable holland was afraid to give a part, although offering the whole honor good patriots, and to support them in venial errors humility which was but the cloak to his pride intentions of a government which did not know its own intentions intolerable tendency to puns longer they delay it, the less easy will they find it lord was better pleased with adverbs than nouns make sheep of yourselves, and the wolf will eat you matter that men may rather pray for than hope for military virtue in the support of an infamous cause mistakes might occur from occasional deviations into sincerity necessity of kingship neighbour's blazing roof was likely soon to fire their own new years day in england, th january by the new style nine syllables that which could be more forcibly expressed in on nor is the spirit of the age to be pleaded in defence not a friend of giving details larger than my ascertained facts not of the genus reptilia, and could neither creep nor crouch not distinguished for their docility oration, fertile in rhetoric and barren in facts others that do nothing, do all, and have all the thanks pauper client who dreamed of justice at the hands of law peace and quietness is brought into a most dangerous estate peace-at-any-price party possible to do, only because we see that it has been done repentance, as usual, had come many hours too late repose in the other world, "repos ailleurs" resolved thenceforth to adopt a system of ignorance round game of deception, in which nobody was deceived seeking protection for and against the people seem as if born to make the idea of royalty ridiculous shutting the stable-door when the steed is stolen soldiers enough to animate the good and terrify the bad string of homely proverbs worthy of sancho panza the very word toleration was to sound like an insult the busy devil of petty economy there was apathy where there should have been enthusiasm they were always to deceive every one, upon every occasion thought that all was too little for him three hundred and upwards are hanged annually in london tis pity he is not an englishman to work, ever to work, was the primary law of his nature tranquillity rather of paralysis than of health twas pity, he said, that both should be heretics upper and lower millstones of royal wrath and loyal subserviency uttering of my choler doth little ease my grief or help my case wasting time fruitlessly is sharpening the knife for himself we must all die once we mustn't tickle ourselves to make ourselves laugh weary of place without power when persons of merit suffer without cause with something of feline and feminine duplicity wrath of bigots on both sides write so illegibly or express himself so awkwardly history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] and thus this gentle and heroic spirit took its flight five great rivers hold the netherland territory in their coils high officers were doing the work of private, soldiers i did never see any man behave himself as he did there is no man fitter for that purpose than myself history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] are wont to hang their piety on the bell-rope arminianism as logical as men in their cups are prone to be tolerating religious liberty had never entered his mind history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] acknowledged head of the puritan party of england (leicester) geneva theocracy in the place of the vanished papacy hankering for peace, when peace had really become impossible hating nothing so much as idleness mirror ever held up before their eyes by the obedient provinces rigid and intolerant spirit of the reformed religion scorn the very word toleration as an insult the word liberty was never musical in tudor ears history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] defect of enjoying the flattery, of his inferiors in station the sapling was to become the tree history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] all business has been transacted with open doors beacons in the upward path of mankind been already crimination and recrimination more than enough casting up the matter "as pinchingly as possibly might be" disposed to throat-cutting by the ministers of the gospel during this, whole war, we have never seen the like even to grant it slowly is to deny it utterly evil is coming, the sooner it arrives the better fool who useth not wit because he hath it not guilty of no other crime than adhesion to the catholic faith individuals walking in advance of their age never peace well made, he observed, without a mighty war rebuked him for his obedience respect for differences in religious opinions sacrificed by the queen for faithfully obeying her orders succeeded so well, and had been requited so ill sword in hand is the best pen to write the conditions of peace their existence depended on war they chose to compel no man's conscience torturing, hanging, embowelling of men, women, and children universal suffrage was not dreamed of at that day waiting the pleasure of a capricious and despotic woman who the "people" exactly were history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] the blaze of a hundred and fifty burning vessels we were sold by their negligence who are now angry with us history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] act of uniformity required papists to assist as lieve see the spanish as the calvinistic inquisition elizabeth (had not) the faintest idea of religious freedom god, whose cause it was, would be pleased to give good weather heretics to the english church were persecuted look for a sharp war, or a miserable peace loving only the persons who flattered him not many more than two hundred catholics were executed only citadel against a tyrant and a conqueror was distrust stake or gallows (for) heretics to transubstantiation states were justified in their almost unlimited distrust undue anxiety for impartiality wealthy papists could obtain immunity by an enormous fine history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] bungling diplomatists and credulous dotards fitter to obey than to command full of precedents and declamatory commonplaces i am a king that will be ever known not to fear any but god infamy of diplomacy, when diplomacy is unaccompanied by honesty mendacity may always obtain over innocence and credulity never did statesmen know better how not to do pray here for satiety, (said cecil) than ever think of variety simple truth was highest skill strength does a falsehood acquire in determined and skilful hand that crowned criminal, philip the second history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a burnt cat fears the fire a free commonwealth--was thought an absurdity baiting his hook a little to his appetite canker of a long peace englishmen and hollanders preparing to cut each other's throats faction has rarely worn a more mischievous aspect hard at work, pouring sand through their sieves she relieth on a hope that will deceive her sparing and war have no affinity together the worst were encouraged with their good success trust her sword, not her enemy's word history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] inquisitors enough; but there were no light vessels in the armada history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] forbidding the wearing of mourning at all hardly a distinguished family in spain not placed in mourning invincible armada had not only been vanquished but annihilated nothing could equal alexander's fidelity, but his perfidy one could neither cry nor laugh within the spanish dominions security is dangerous sixteen of their best ships had been sacrificed sure bind, sure find history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] i will never live, to see the end of my poverty religion was not to be changed like a shirt tension now gave place to exhaustion entire - united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a burnt cat fears the fire a free commonwealth--was thought an absurdity act of uniformity required papists to assist all business has been transacted with open doors and thus this gentle and heroic spirit took its flight are wont to hang their piety on the bell-rope arminianism as lieve see the spanish as the calvinistic inquisition as logical as men in their cups are prone to be baiting his hook a little to his appetite beacons in the upward path of mankind been already crimination and recrimination more than enough bungling diplomatists and credulous dotards canker of a long peace casting up the matter "as pinchingly as possibly might be" defect of enjoying the flattery, of his inferiors in station disposed to throat-cutting by the ministers of the gospel during this, whole war, we have never seen the like elizabeth (had not) the faintest idea of religious freedom englishmen and hollanders preparing to cut each other's throats even to grant it slowly is to deny it utterly evil is coming, the sooner it arrives the better faction has rarely worn a more mischievous aspect fitter to obey than to command five great rivers hold the netherland territory in their coils fool who useth not wit because he hath it not forbidding the wearing of mourning at all full of precedents and declamatory commonplaces god, whose cause it was, would be pleased to give good weather guilty of no other crime than adhesion to the catholic faith hard at work, pouring sand through their sieves hardly a distinguished family in spain not placed in mourning heretics to the english church were persecuted high officers were doing the work of private, soldiers i did never see any man behave himself as he did i am a king that will be ever known not to fear any but god i will never live, to see the end of my poverty individuals walking in advance of their age infamy of diplomacy, when diplomacy is unaccompanied by honesty inquisitors enough; but there were no light vessels in the armada invincible armada had not only been vanquished but annihilated look for a sharp war, or a miserable peace loving only the persons who flattered him mendacity may always obtain over innocence and credulity never peace well made, he observed, without a mighty war never did statesmen know better how not to do not many more than two hundred catholics were executed nothing could equal alexander's fidelity, but his perfidy one could neither cry nor laugh within the spanish dominions only citadel against a tyrant and a conqueror was distrust pray here for satiety, (said cecil) than ever think of variety rebuked him for his obedience religion was not to be changed like a shirt respect for differences in religious opinions sacrificed by the queen for faithfully obeying her orders security is dangerous she relieth on a hope that will deceive her simple truth was highest skill sixteen of their best ships had been sacrificed sparing and war have no affinity together stake or gallows (for) heretics to transubstantiation states were justified in their almost unlimited distrust strength does a falsehood acquire in determined and skilful hand succeeded so well, and had been requited so ill sure bind, sure find sword in hand is the best pen to write the conditions of peace tension now gave place to exhaustion that crowned criminal, philip the second the worst were encouraged with their good success the blaze of a hundred and fifty burning vessels the sapling was to become the tree their existence depended on war there is no man fitter for that purpose than myself they chose to compel no man's conscience tolerating religious liberty had never entered his mind torturing, hanging, embowelling of men, women, and children trust her sword, not her enemy's word undue anxiety for impartiality universal suffrage was not dreamed of at that day waiting the pleasure of a capricious and despotic woman we were sold by their negligence who are now angry with us wealthy papists could obtain immunity by an enormous fine who the "people" exactly were history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a pusillanimous peace, always possible at any period at length the twig was becoming the tree being the true religion, proved by so many testimonies certainly it was worth an eighty years' war chief seafaring nations of the world were already protestant conceding it subsequently, after much contestation fled from the land of oppression to the land of liberty german highland and the german netherland little army of maurice was becoming the model for europe luxury had blunted the fine instincts of patriotism maritime heretics portion of these revenues savoured much of black-mail the divine speciality of a few transitory mortals the history of the netherlands is history of liberty the nation which deliberately carves itself in pieces they had come to disbelieve in the mystery of kingcraft worn nor caused to be worn the collar of the serf history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] alexander's exuberant discretion divine right of kings ever met disaster with so cheerful a smile future world as laid down by rival priesthoods invaluable gift which no human being can acquire, authority king was often to be something much less or much worse magnificent hopefulness myself seeing of it methinketh that i dream nothing cheap, said a citizen bitterly, but sermons obscure were thought capable of dying natural deaths philip ii. gave the world work enough righteous to kill their own children road to paris lay through the gates of rome shift the mantle of religion from one shoulder to the other thirty-three per cent. interest was paid (per month) under the name of religion (so many crimes) history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] anatomical study of what has ceased to exist artillery bomb-shells were not often used although known for a century court fatigue, to scorn pleasure for us, looking back upon the past, which was then the future hardly an inch of french soil that had not two possessors holy institution called the inquisition inevitable fate of talking castles and listening ladies life of nations and which we call the past often necessary to be blind and deaf picturesqueness of crime royal plans should be enforced adequately or abandoned entirely toil and sacrifices of those who have preceded us use of the spade utter disproportions between the king's means and aims valour on the one side and discretion on the other walk up and down the earth and destroy his fellow-creatures we have the reputation of being a good housewife weapons history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] accustomed to the faded gallantries conformity of governments to the principles of justice considerable reason, even if there were but little justice disciple of simon stevinus self-assertion--the healthful but not engaging attribute history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] all fellow-worms together continuing to believe himself invincible and infallible he spent more time at table than the bearnese in sleep henry the huguenot as the champion of the council of trent highest were not necessarily the least slimy his invectives were, however, much stronger than his arguments history is a continuous whole of which we see only fragments infinite capacity for pecuniary absorption leading motive with all was supposed to be religion past was once the present, and once the future sages of every generation, read the future like a printed scroll sewers which have ever run beneath decorous christendom wrath of that injured personage as he read such libellous truths history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] beneficent and charitable purposes (war) chronicle of events must not be anticipated eat their own children than to forego one high mass humanizing effect of science upon the barbarism of war slain four hundred and ten men with his own hand history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] deal with his enemy as if sure to become his friend mondragon was now ninety-two years old more catholic than the pope octogenarian was past work and past mischief sacked and drowned ten infant princes strangled his nineteen brothers on his accession history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] allow her to seek a profit from his misfortune burning of servetus at geneva constant vigilance is the price of liberty evil has the advantage of rapidly assuming many shapes french seem madmen, and are wise hanging of mary dyer at boston imposed upon the multitudes, with whom words were things impossible it was to invent terms of adulation too gross in times of civil war, to be neutral is to be nothing meet around a green table except as fencers in the field one-third of philip's effective navy was thus destroyed patriotism seemed an unimaginable idea placid unconsciousness on his part of defeat plea of infallibility and of authority soon becomes ridiculous religion was rapidly ceasing to be the line of demarcation so often degenerated into tyranny (calvinism) spaniards seem wise, and are madmen the alcoran was less cruel than the inquisition there are few inventions in morals to attack england it was necessary to take the road of ireland tranquil insolence unproductive consumption was alarmingly increasing upon their knees, served the queen with wine wish to sell us the bear-skin before they have killed the bear history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] auction sales of judicial ermine decline a bribe or interfere with the private sale of places famous fowl in every pot fellow worms had been writhing for half a century in the dust for his humanity towards the conquered garrisons (censured) historical scepticism may shut its eyes to evidence imagining that they held the world's destiny in their hands king had issued a general repudiation of his debts loud, nasal, dictatorial tone, not at all agreeable peace would be destruction repudiation of national debts was never heard of before some rude lessons from that vigorous little commonwealth such a crime as this had never been conceived (bankruptcy) they liked not such divine right nor such gentle-mindedness whether murders or stratagems, as if they were acts of virtue history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a despot really keeps no accounts, nor need to do so all italy was in his hands every one sees what you seem, few perceive what you are god of wrath who had decreed the extermination of all unbeliever had industry been honoured instead of being despised history is but made up of a few scattered fragments hugo grotius idle, listless, dice-playing, begging, filching vagabonds ignorance is the real enslaver of mankind innocent generation, to atone for the sins of their forefathers intelligence, science, and industry were accounted degrading labour was esteemed dishonourable man had no rights at all he was property matters little by what name a government is called moral nature, undergoes less change than might be hoped names history has often found it convenient to mark its epochs national character, not the work of a few individuals proceeds of his permission to eat meat on fridays rarely able to command, having never learned to obey rich enough to be worth robbing seems but a change of masks, of costume, of phraseology selling the privilege of eating eggs upon fast-days sentiment of christian self-complacency spain was governed by an established terrorism that unholy trinity--force; dogma, and ignorance the great ocean was but a spanish lake the most thriving branch of national industry (smuggler) the record of our race is essentially unwritten thirty thousand masses should be said for his soul those who argue against a foregone conclusion three or four hundred petty sovereigns (of germany) utter want of adaptation of his means to his ends while one's friends urge moderation whole revenue was pledged to pay the interest, on his debts history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] children who had never set foot on the shore done nothing so long as aught remained to do fed on bear's liver, were nearly poisoned to death inhabited by the savage tribes called samoyedes entire - united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a pusillanimous peace, always possible at any period a despot really keeps no accounts, nor need to do so accustomed to the faded gallantries alexander's exuberant discretion all italy was in his hands all fellow-worms together allow her to seek a profit from his misfortune anatomical study of what has ceased to exist artillery at length the twig was becoming the tree auction sales of judicial ermine being the true religion, proved by so many testimonies beneficent and charitable purposes (war) bomb-shells were not often used although known for a century burning of servetus at geneva certainly it was worth an eighty years' war chief seafaring nations of the world were already protestant children who had never set foot on the shore chronicle of events must not be anticipated conceding it subsequently, after much contestation conformity of governments to the principles of justice considerable reason, even if there were but little justice constant vigilance is the price of liberty continuing to believe himself invincible and infallible court fatigue, to scorn pleasure deal with his enemy as if sure to become his friend decline a bribe or interfere with the private sale of places disciple of simon stevinus divine right of kings done nothing so long as aught remained to do eat their own children than to forego one high mass ever met disaster with so cheerful a smile every one sees what you seem, few perceive what you are evil has the advantage of rapidly assuming many shapes famous fowl in every pot fed on bear's liver, were nearly poisoned to death fellow worms had been writhing for half a century in the dust fled from the land of oppression to the land of liberty for his humanity towards the conquered garrisons (censured) for us, looking back upon the past, which was then the future french seem madmen, and are wise future world as laid down by rival priesthoods german highland and the german netherland god of wrath who had decreed the extermination of all unbeliever had industry been honoured instead of being despised hanging of mary dyer at boston hardly an inch of french soil that had not two possessors he spent more time at table than the bearnese in sleep henry the huguenot as the champion of the council of trent highest were not necessarily the least slimy his invectives were, however, much stronger than his arguments historical scepticism may shut its eyes to evidence history is but made up of a few scattered fragments history is a continuous whole of which we see only fragments holy institution called the inquisition hugo grotius humanizing effect of science upon the barbarism of war idle, listless, dice-playing, begging, filching vagabonds ignorance is the real enslaver of mankind imagining that they held the world's destiny in their hands imposed upon the multitudes, with whom words were things impossible it was to invent terms of adulation too gross in times of civil war, to be neutral is to be nothing inevitable fate of talking castles and listening ladies infinite capacity for pecuniary absorption inhabited by the savage tribes called samoyedes innocent generation, to atone for the sins of their forefathers intelligence, science, and industry were accounted degrading invaluable gift which no human being can acquire, authority king was often to be something much less or much worse king had issued a general repudiation of his debts labour was esteemed dishonourable leading motive with all was supposed to be religion life of nations and which we call the past little army of maurice was becoming the model for europe loud, nasal, dictatorial tone, not at all agreeable luxury had blunted the fine instincts of patriotism magnificent hopefulness man had no rights at all he was property maritime heretics matters little by what name a government is called meet around a green table except as fencers in the field mondragon was now ninety-two years old moral nature, undergoes less change than might be hoped more catholic than the pope myself seeing of it methinketh that i dream names history has often found it convenient to mark its epochs national character, not the work of a few individuals nothing cheap, said a citizen bitterly, but sermons obscure were thought capable of dying natural deaths octogenarian was past work and past mischief often necessary to be blind and deaf one-third of philip's effective navy was thus destroyed past was once the present, and once the future patriotism seemed an unimaginable idea peace would be destruction philip ii. gave the world work enough picturesqueness of crime placid unconsciousness on his part of defeat plea of infallibility and of authority soon becomes ridiculous portion of these revenues savoured much of black-mail proceeds of his permission to eat meat on fridays rarely able to command, having never learned to obey religion was rapidly ceasing to be the line of demarcation repudiation of national debts was never heard of before rich enough to be worth robbing righteous to kill their own children road to paris lay through the gates of rome royal plans should be enforced adequately or abandoned entirely sacked and drowned ten infant princes sages of every generation, read the future like a printed scroll seems but a change of masks, of costume, of phraseology self-assertion--the healthful but not engaging attribute selling the privilege of eating eggs upon fast-days sentiment of christian self-complacency sewers which have ever run beneath decorous christendom shift the mantle of religion from one shoulder to the other slain four hundred and ten men with his own hand so often degenerated into tyranny (calvinism) some rude lessons from that vigorous little commonwealth spain was governed by an established terrorism spaniards seem wise, and are madmen strangled his nineteen brothers on his accession such a crime as this had never been conceived (bankruptcy) that unholy trinity--force; dogma, and ignorance the history of the netherlands is history of liberty the great ocean was but a spanish lake the divine speciality of a few transitory mortals the alcoran was less cruel than the inquisition the nation which deliberately carves itself in pieces the most thriving branch of national industry (smuggler) the record of our race is essentially unwritten there are few inventions in morals they liked not such divine right nor such gentle-mindedness they had come to disbelieve in the mystery of kingcraft thirty thousand masses should be said for his soul thirty-three per cent. interest was paid (per month) those who argue against a foregone conclusion three or four hundred petty sovereigns (of germany) to attack england it was necessary to take the road of ireland toil and sacrifices of those who have preceded us tranquil insolence under the name of religion (so many crimes) unproductive consumption was alarmingly increasing upon their knees, served the queen with wine use of the spade utter want of adaptation of his means to his ends utter disproportions between the king's means and aims valour on the one side and discretion on the other walk up and down the earth and destroy his fellow-creatures we have the reputation of being a good housewife weapons whether murders or stratagems, as if they were acts of virtue while one's friends urge moderation whole revenue was pledged to pay the interest, on his debts wish to sell us the bear-skin before they have killed the bear worn nor caused to be worn the collar of the serf wrath of that injured personage as he read such libellous truths history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] alas! the benighted victims of superstition hugged their chains culpable audacity and exaggerated prudence the wisest statesmen are prone to blunder in affairs of war history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] constitute themselves at once universal legatees crimes and cruelties such as christians only could imagine human fat esteemed the sovereignst remedy (for wounds) war was the normal and natural condition of mankind history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] bestowing upon others what was not his property four weeks' holiday--the first in eleven years idea of freedom in commerce has dawned upon nations impossible it is to practise arithmetic with disturbed brains passion is a bad schoolmistress for the memory prisoners were immediately hanged unlearned their faith in bell, book, and candle world has rolled on to fresher fields of carnage and ruin history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] began to scatter golden arguments with a lavish hand certain number of powers, almost exactly equal to each other conceit, and procrastination which marked the royal character do you want peace or war? i am ready for either eloquence of the biggest guns even the virtues of james were his worst enemies gold was the only passkey to justice if to do be as grand as to imagine what it were good to do it is certain that the english hate us (sully) logic of the largest battalions made peace--and had been at war ever since nations tied to the pinafores of children in the nursery natural tendency to suspicion of a timid man not safe for politicians to call each other hard names one of the most contemptible and mischievous of kings (james i) peace founded on the only secure basis, equality of strength peace seemed only a process for arriving at war repose under one despot guaranteed to them by two others requires less mention than philip iii himself rules adopted in regard to pretenders to crowns served at their banquets by hosts of lackeys on their knees take all their imaginations and extravagances for truths the expenses of james's household the pigmy, as the late queen had been fond of nicknaming him to negotiate with government in england was to bribe unproductive consumption being accounted most sagacious war was the normal condition of christians we have been talking a little bit of truth to each other what was to be done in this world and believed as to the next you must show your teeth to the spaniard history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] abstinence from unproductive consumption defeated garrison ever deserved more respect from friend or foe his own past triumphs seemed now his greatest enemies hundred thousand men had laid down their lives by her decree john castel, who had stabbed henry iv. looking down upon her struggle with benevolent indifference no retrenchments in his pleasures of women, dogs, and buildings sick soldiers captured on the water should be hanged the small children diminished rapidly in numbers when all was gone, they began to eat each other history united netherlands, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a penal offence in the republic to talk of peace or of truce accepting a new tyrant in place of the one so long ago deposed as if they were free will not make them free as neat a deception by telling the truth cargo of imaginary gold dust was exported from the james river delay often fights better than an army against a foreign invader diplomacy of spain and rome--meant simply dissimulation draw a profit out of the necessities of this state england hated the netherlands friendly advice still more intolerable haereticis non servanda fides he who confessed well was absolved well insensible to contumely, and incapable of accepting a rebuff languor of fatigue, rather than any sincere desire for peace much as the blind or the deaf towards colour or music subtle and dangerous enemy who wore the mask of a friend word peace in spanish mouths simply meant the holy inquisition history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a man incapable of fatigue, of perplexity, or of fear converting beneficent commerce into baleful gambling gigantic vices are proudly pointed to as the noblest no generation is long-lived enough to reap the harvest proclaiming the virginity of the virgin's mother steeped to the lips in sloth which imagined itself to be pride to shirk labour, infinite numbers become priests and friars history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a sovereign remedy for the disease of liberty all the ministers and great functionaries received presents because he had been successful (hated) but the habit of dissimulation was inveterate by turns, we all govern and are governed contempt for treaties however solemnly ratified despised those who were grateful idiotic principle of sumptuary legislation indulging them frequently with oracular advice justified themselves in a solemn consumption of time man who cannot dissemble is unfit to reign men fought as if war was the normal condition of humanity men who meant what they said and said what they meant negotiated as if they were all immortal philip of macedon, who considered no city impregnable to negotiate was to bribe right and left, and at every step unwise impatience for peace history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] night brings counsel this obstinate little republic triple marriages between the respective nurseries usual expedient by which bad legislation on one side countered history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a truce he honestly considered a pitfall of destruction alas! we must always have something to persecute argument is exhausted and either action or compromise begins beware of a truce even more than of a peace could handle an argument as well as a sword god alone can protect us against those whom we trust humble ignorance as the safest creed man is never so convinced of his own wisdom peace was unattainable, war was impossible, truce was inevitable readiness at any moment to defend dearly won liberties such an excuse was as bad as the accusation the art of ruling the world by doing nothing to doubt the infallibility of calvin was as heinous a crime what exchequer can accept chronic warfare and escape bankruptcy words are always interpreted to the disadvantage of the weak history united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] about equal to that of england at the same period an unjust god, himself the origin of sin butchery in the name of christ was suspended calling a peace perpetual can never make it so chieftains are dwarfed in the estimation of followers each in its turn becoming orthodox, and therefore persecuting exorcising the devil by murdering his supposed victims foremost to shake off the fetters of superstition god of vengeance, of jealousy, and of injustice gomarites accused the arminians of being more lax than papists hangman is not the most appropriate teacher of religion he often spoke of popular rights with contempt john wier, a physician of grave necessity of extirpating heresy, root and branch nowhere were so few unproductive consumers paving the way towards atheism (by toleration) privileged to beg, because ashamed to work religious persecution of protestants by protestants so unconscious of her strength state can best defend religion by letting it alone taxed themselves as highly as fifty per cent the people had not been invented the slightest theft was punished with the gallows tolerate another religion that his own may be tolerated toleration--that intolerable term of insult war to compel the weakest to follow the religion of the strongest entire - united netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a penal offence in the republic to talk of peace or of truce a sovereign remedy for the disease of liberty a man incapable of fatigue, of perplexity, or of fear a truce he honestly considered a pitfall of destruction about equal to that of england at the same period abstinence from unproductive consumption accepting a new tyrant in place of the one so long ago deposed alas! we must always have something to persecute alas! the benighted victims of superstition hugged their chains all the ministers and great functionaries received presents an unjust god, himself the origin of sin argument is exhausted and either action or compromise begins as if they were free will not make them free as neat a deception by telling the truth because he had been successful (hated) began to scatter golden arguments with a lavish hand bestowing upon others what was not his property beware of a truce even more than of a peace but the habit of dissimulation was inveterate butchery in the name of christ was suspended by turns, we all govern and are governed calling a peace perpetual can never make it so cargo of imaginary gold dust was exported from the james river certain number of powers, almost exactly equal to each other chieftains are dwarfed in the estimation of followers conceit, and procrastination which marked the royal character constitute themselves at once universal legatees contempt for treaties however solemnly ratified converting beneficent commerce into baleful gambling could handle an argument as well as a sword crimes and cruelties such as christians only could imagine culpable audacity and exaggerated prudence defeated garrison ever deserved more respect from friend or foe delay often fights better than an army against a foreign invader despised those who were grateful diplomacy of spain and rome--meant simply dissimulation do you want peace or war? i am ready for either draw a profit out of the necessities of this state each in its turn becoming orthodox, and therefore persecuting eloquence of the biggest guns england hated the netherlands even the virtues of james were his worst enemies exorcising the devil by murdering his supposed victims foremost to shake off the fetters of superstition four weeks' holiday--the first in eleven years friendly advice still more intolerable gigantic vices are proudly pointed to as the noblest god alone can protect us against those whom we trust god of vengeance, of jealousy, and of injustice gold was the only passkey to justice gomarites accused the arminians of being more lax than papists haereticis non servanda fides hangman is not the most appropriate teacher of religion he often spoke of popular rights with contempt he who confessed well was absolved well his own past triumphs seemed now his greatest enemies human fat esteemed the sovereignst remedy (for wounds) humble ignorance as the safest creed hundred thousand men had laid down their lives by her decree idea of freedom in commerce has dawned upon nations idiotic principle of sumptuary legislation if to do be as grand as to imagine what it were good to do impossible it is to practise arithmetic with disturbed brains indulging them frequently with oracular advice insensible to contumely, and incapable of accepting a rebuff it is certain that the english hate us (sully) john castel, who had stabbed henry iv. john wier, a physician of grave justified themselves in a solemn consumption of time languor of fatigue, rather than any sincere desire for peace logic of the largest battalions looking down upon her struggle with benevolent indifference made peace--and had been at war ever since man is never so convinced of his own wisdom man who cannot dissemble is unfit to reign men who meant what they said and said what they meant men fought as if war was the normal condition of humanity much as the blind or the deaf towards colour or music nations tied to the pinafores of children in the nursery natural tendency to suspicion of a timid man necessity of extirpating heresy, root and branch negotiated as if they were all immortal night brings counsel no retrenchments in his pleasures of women, dogs, and buildings no generation is long-lived enough to reap the harvest not safe for politicians to call each other hard names nowhere were so few unproductive consumers one of the most contemptible and mischievous of kings (james i) passion is a bad schoolmistress for the memory paving the way towards atheism (by toleration) peace seemed only a process for arriving at war peace founded on the only secure basis, equality of strength peace was unattainable, war was impossible, truce was inevitable philip of macedon, who considered no city impregnable prisoners were immediately hanged privileged to beg, because ashamed to work proclaiming the virginity of the virgin's mother readiness at any moment to defend dearly won liberties religious persecution of protestants by protestants repose under one despot guaranteed to them by two others requires less mention than philip iii himself rules adopted in regard to pretenders to crowns served at their banquets by hosts of lackeys on their knees sick soldiers captured on the water should be hanged so unconscious of her strength state can best defend religion by letting it alone steeped to the lips in sloth which imagined itself to be pride subtle and dangerous enemy who wore the mask of a friend such an excuse was as bad as the accusation take all their imaginations and extravagances for truths taxed themselves as highly as fifty per cent the art of ruling the world by doing nothing the slightest theft was punished with the gallows the wisest statesmen are prone to blunder in affairs of war the pigmy, as the late queen had been fond of nicknaming him the expenses of james's household the people had not been invented the small children diminished rapidly in numbers this obstinate little republic to shirk labour, infinite numbers become priests and friars to negotiate was to bribe right and left, and at every step to doubt the infallibility of calvin was as heinous a crime to negotiate with government in england was to bribe tolerate another religion that his own may be tolerated toleration--that intolerable term of insult triple marriages between the respective nurseries unlearned their faith in bell, book, and candle unproductive consumption being accounted most sagacious unwise impatience for peace usual expedient by which bad legislation on one side countered war was the normal and natural condition of mankind war was the normal condition of christians war to compel the weakest to follow the religion of the strongest we have been talking a little bit of truth to each other what was to be done in this world and believed as to the next what exchequer can accept chronic warfare and escape bankruptcy when all was gone, they began to eat each other word peace in spanish mouths simply meant the holy inquisition words are always interpreted to the disadvantage of the weak world has rolled on to fresher fields of carnage and ruin you must show your teeth to the spaniard entire - united netherland, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] a hard bargain when both parties are losers a penal offence in the republic to talk of peace or of truce a despot really keeps no accounts, nor need to do so a free commonwealth--was thought an absurdity a burnt cat fears the fire a pusillanimous peace, always possible at any period a man incapable of fatigue, of perplexity, or of fear a sovereign remedy for the disease of liberty a truce he honestly considered a pitfall of destruction able men should be by design and of purpose suppressed about equal to that of england at the same period abstinence from unproductive consumption accepting a new tyrant in place of the one so long ago deposed accustomed to the faded gallantries act of uniformity required papists to assist alas! we must always have something to persecute alas! the benighted victims of superstition hugged their chains alexander's exuberant discretion all fellow-worms together all business has been transacted with open doors all italy was in his hands all the ministers and great functionaries received presents allow her to seek a profit from his misfortune an unjust god, himself the origin of sin anarchy which was deemed inseparable from a non-regal form anatomical study of what has ceased to exist and thus this gentle and heroic spirit took its flight are wont to hang their piety on the bell-rope argument is exhausted and either action or compromise begins arminianism artillery as logical as men in their cups are prone to be as if they were free will not make them free as neat a deception by telling the truth as lieve see the spanish as the calvinistic inquisition at length the twig was becoming the tree auction sales of judicial ermine baiting his hook a little to his appetite beacons in the upward path of mankind because he had been successful (hated) been already crimination and recrimination more than enough began to scatter golden arguments with a lavish hand being the true religion, proved by so many testimonies beneficent and charitable purposes (war) bestowing upon others what was not his property beware of a truce even more than of a peace bomb-shells were not often used although known for a century bungling diplomatists and credulous dotards burning of servetus at geneva but the habit of dissimulation was inveterate butchery in the name of christ was suspended by turns, we all govern and are governed calling a peace perpetual can never make it so canker of a long peace cargo of imaginary gold dust was exported from the james river casting up the matter "as pinchingly as possibly might be" certain number of powers, almost exactly equal to each other certainly it was worth an eighty years' war chief seafaring nations of the world were already protestant chieftains are dwarfed in the estimation of followers children who had never set foot on the shore chronicle of events must not be anticipated college of "peace-makers," who wrangled more than all conceding it subsequently, after much contestation conceit, and procrastination which marked the royal character condemned first and inquired upon after conformity of governments to the principles of justice considerable reason, even if there were but little justice constant vigilance is the price of liberty constitute themselves at once universal legatees contempt for treaties however solemnly ratified continuing to believe himself invincible and infallible converting beneficent commerce into baleful gambling could do a little more than what was possible could handle an argument as well as a sword courage and semblance of cheerfulness, with despair in his heart court fatigue, to scorn pleasure crimes and cruelties such as christians only could imagine culpable audacity and exaggerated prudence deal with his enemy as if sure to become his friend decline a bribe or interfere with the private sale of places defeated garrison ever deserved more respect from friend or foe defect of enjoying the flattery, of his inferiors in station delay often fights better than an army against a foreign invader demanding peace and bread at any price despised those who were grateful diplomacy of spain and rome--meant simply dissimulation diplomatic adroitness consists mainly in the power to deceive disciple of simon stevinus dismay of our friends and the gratification of our enemies disordered, and unknit state needs no shaking, but propping disposed to throat-cutting by the ministers of the gospel divine right of kings do you want peace or war? i am ready for either done nothing so long as aught remained to do draw a profit out of the necessities of this state during this, whole war, we have never seen the like each in its turn becoming orthodox, and therefore persecuting eat their own children than to forego one high mass elizabeth, though convicted, could always confute elizabeth (had not) the faintest idea of religious freedom eloquence of the biggest guns england hated the netherlands englishmen and hollanders preparing to cut each other's throats enmity between lutherans and calvinists even the virtues of james were his worst enemies even to grant it slowly is to deny it utterly ever met disaster with so cheerful a smile every one sees what you seem, few perceive what you are evil is coming, the sooner it arrives the better evil has the advantage of rapidly assuming many shapes exorcising the devil by murdering his supposed victims faction has rarely worn a more mischievous aspect famous fowl in every pot fed on bear's liver, were nearly poisoned to death fellow worms had been writhing for half a century in the dust find our destruction in our immoderate desire for peace fitter to obey than to command five great rivers hold the netherland territory in their coils fled from the land of oppression to the land of liberty fool who useth not wit because he hath it not for his humanity towards the conquered garrisons (censured) for us, looking back upon the past, which was then the future forbidding the wearing of mourning at all foremost to shake off the fetters of superstition four weeks' holiday--the first in eleven years french seem madmen, and are wise friendly advice still more intolerable full of precedents and declamatory commonplaces future world as laid down by rival priesthoods german highland and the german netherland german-lutheran sixteenth-century idea of religious freedom gigantic vices are proudly pointed to as the noblest god of vengeance, of jealousy, and of injustice god alone can protect us against those whom we trust god of wrath who had decreed the extermination of all unbeliever god, whose cause it was, would be pleased to give good weather gold was the only passkey to justice gomarites accused the arminians of being more lax than papists guilty of no other crime than adhesion to the catholic faith had industry been honoured instead of being despised haereticis non servanda fides hanging of mary dyer at boston hangman is not the most appropriate teacher of religion hard at work, pouring sand through their sieves hardly an inch of french soil that had not two possessors hardly a distinguished family in spain not placed in mourning he often spoke of popular rights with contempt he did his work, but he had not his reward he who confessed well was absolved well he spent more time at table than the bearnese in sleep he sat a great while at a time. he had a genius for sitting henry the huguenot as the champion of the council of trent her teeth black, her bosom white and liberally exposed (eliz.) heretics to the english church were persecuted hibernian mode of expressing himself high officers were doing the work of private, soldiers highest were not necessarily the least slimy his invectives were, however, much stronger than his arguments his own past triumphs seemed now his greatest enemies his insolence intolerable his inordinate arrogance historical scepticism may shut its eyes to evidence history is but made up of a few scattered fragments history is a continuous whole of which we see only fragments holland was afraid to give a part, although offering the whole holy institution called the inquisition honor good patriots, and to support them in venial errors hugo grotius human fat esteemed the sovereignst remedy (for wounds) humanizing effect of science upon the barbarism of war humble ignorance as the safest creed humility which was but the cloak to his pride hundred thousand men had laid down their lives by her decree i will never live, to see the end of my poverty i am a king that will be ever known not to fear any but god i did never see any man behave himself as he did idea of freedom in commerce has dawned upon nations idiotic principle of sumptuary legislation idle, listless, dice-playing, begging, filching vagabonds if to do be as grand as to imagine what it were good to do ignorance is the real enslaver of mankind imagining that they held the world's destiny in their hands imposed upon the multitudes, with whom words were things impossible it was to invent terms of adulation too gross impossible it is to practise arithmetic with disturbed brains in times of civil war, to be neutral is to be nothing individuals walking in advance of their age indulging them frequently with oracular advice inevitable fate of talking castles and listening ladies infamy of diplomacy, when diplomacy is unaccompanied by honesty infinite capacity for pecuniary absorption inhabited by the savage tribes called samoyedes innocent generation, to atone for the sins of their forefathers inquisitors enough; but there were no light vessels in the armada insensible to contumely, and incapable of accepting a rebuff intelligence, science, and industry were accounted degrading intentions of a government which did not know its own intentions intolerable tendency to puns invaluable gift which no human being can acquire, authority invincible armada had not only been vanquished but annihilated it is certain that the english hate us (sully) john castel, who had stabbed henry iv. john wier, a physician of grave justified themselves in a solemn consumption of time king had issued a general repudiation of his debts king was often to be something much less or much worse labour was esteemed dishonourable languor of fatigue, rather than any sincere desire for peace leading motive with all was supposed to be religion life of nations and which we call the past little army of maurice was becoming the model for europe logic of the largest battalions longer they delay it, the less easy will they find it look for a sharp war, or a miserable peace looking down upon her struggle with benevolent indifference lord was better pleased with adverbs than nouns loud, nasal, dictatorial tone, not at all agreeable loving only the persons who flattered him luxury had blunted the fine instincts of patriotism made peace--and had been at war ever since magnificent hopefulness make sheep of yourselves, and the wolf will eat you man is never so convinced of his own wisdom man had no rights at all he was property man who cannot dissemble is unfit to reign maritime heretics matter that men may rather pray for than hope for matters little by what name a government is called meet around a green table except as fencers in the field men who meant what they said and said what they meant men fought as if war was the normal condition of humanity mendacity may always obtain over innocence and credulity military virtue in the support of an infamous cause mistakes might occur from occasional deviations into sincerity mondragon was now ninety-two years old moral nature, undergoes less change than might be hoped more catholic than the pope much as the blind or the deaf towards colour or music myself seeing of it methinketh that i dream names history has often found it convenient to mark its epochs national character, not the work of a few individuals nations tied to the pinafores of children in the nursery natural tendency to suspicion of a timid man necessity of kingship necessity of extirpating heresy, root and branch negotiated as if they were all immortal neighbour's blazing roof was likely soon to fire their own never did statesmen know better how not to do never peace well made, he observed, without a mighty war new years day in england, th january by the new style night brings counsel nine syllables that which could be more forcibly expressed in on no retrenchments in his pleasures of women, dogs, and buildings no generation is long-lived enough to reap the harvest nor is the spirit of the age to be pleaded in defence not many more than two hundred catholics were executed not a friend of giving details larger than my ascertained facts not distinguished for their docility not of the genus reptilia, and could neither creep nor crouch not safe for politicians to call each other hard names nothing cheap, said a citizen bitterly, but sermons nothing could equal alexander's fidelity, but his perfidy nowhere were so few unproductive consumers obscure were thought capable of dying natural deaths octogenarian was past work and past mischief often necessary to be blind and deaf one-third of philip's effective navy was thus destroyed one could neither cry nor laugh within the spanish dominions one of the most contemptible and mischievous of kings (james i) only citadel against a tyrant and a conqueror was distrust oration, fertile in rhetoric and barren in facts others that do nothing, do all, and have all the thanks passion is a bad schoolmistress for the memory past was once the present, and once the future patriotism seemed an unimaginable idea pauper client who dreamed of justice at the hands of law paving the way towards atheism (by toleration) peace and quietness is brought into a most dangerous estate peace seemed only a process for arriving at war peace founded on the only secure basis, equality of strength peace would be destruction peace-at-any-price party peace was unattainable, war was impossible, truce was inevitable philip ii. gave the world work enough philip of macedon, who considered no city impregnable picturesqueness of crime placid unconsciousness on his part of defeat plea of infallibility and of authority soon becomes ridiculous portion of these revenues savoured much of black-mail possible to do, only because we see that it has been done pray here for satiety, (said cecil) than ever think of variety prisoners were immediately hanged privileged to beg, because ashamed to work proceeds of his permission to eat meat on fridays proclaiming the virginity of the virgin's mother rarely able to command, having never learned to obey readiness at any moment to defend dearly won liberties rebuked him for his obedience religion was rapidly ceasing to be the line of demarcation religion was not to be changed like a shirt religious persecution of protestants by protestants repentance, as usual, had come many hours too late repose under one despot guaranteed to them by two others repose in the other world, "repos ailleurs" repudiation of national debts was never heard of before requires less mention than philip iii himself resolved thenceforth to adopt a system of ignorance respect for differences in religious opinions rich enough to be worth robbing righteous to kill their own children road to paris lay through the gates of rome round game of deception, in which nobody was deceived royal plans should be enforced adequately or abandoned entirely rules adopted in regard to pretenders to crowns sacked and drowned ten infant princes sacrificed by the queen for faithfully obeying her orders sages of every generation, read the future like a printed scroll security is dangerous seeking protection for and against the people seem as if born to make the idea of royalty ridiculous seems but a change of masks, of costume, of phraseology self-assertion--the healthful but not engaging attribute selling the privilege of eating eggs upon fast-days sentiment of christian self-complacency served at their banquets by hosts of lackeys on their knees sewers which have ever run beneath decorous christendom she relieth on a hope that will deceive her shift the mantle of religion from one shoulder to the other shutting the stable-door when the steed is stolen sick soldiers captured on the water should be hanged simple truth was highest skill sixteen of their best ships had been sacrificed slain four hundred and ten men with his own hand so often degenerated into tyranny (calvinism) so unconscious of her strength soldiers enough to animate the good and terrify the bad some rude lessons from that vigorous little commonwealth spain was governed by an established terrorism spaniards seem wise, and are madmen sparing and war have no affinity together stake or gallows (for) heretics to transubstantiation state can best defend religion by letting it alone states were justified in their almost unlimited distrust steeped to the lips in sloth which imagined itself to be pride strangled his nineteen brothers on his accession strength does a falsehood acquire in determined and skilful hand string of homely proverbs worthy of sancho panza subtle and dangerous enemy who wore the mask of a friend succeeded so well, and had been requited so ill such an excuse was as bad as the accusation such a crime as this had never been conceived (bankruptcy) sure bind, sure find sword in hand is the best pen to write the conditions of peace take all their imaginations and extravagances for truths taxed themselves as highly as fifty per cent tension now gave place to exhaustion that crowned criminal, philip the second that unholy trinity--force; dogma, and ignorance the very word toleration was to sound like an insult the blaze of a hundred and fifty burning vessels the expenses of james's household the worst were encouraged with their good success the history of the netherlands is history of liberty the great ocean was but a spanish lake the divine speciality of a few transitory mortals the sapling was to become the tree the nation which deliberately carves itself in pieces the most thriving branch of national industry (smuggler) the record of our race is essentially unwritten the busy devil of petty economy the small children diminished rapidly in numbers the people had not been invented the alcoran was less cruel than the inquisition the wisest statesmen are prone to blunder in affairs of war the art of ruling the world by doing nothing the slightest theft was punished with the gallows the pigmy, as the late queen had been fond of nicknaming him their existence depended on war there are few inventions in morals there was apathy where there should have been enthusiasm there is no man fitter for that purpose than myself they were always to deceive every one, upon every occasion they had come to disbelieve in the mystery of kingcraft they liked not such divine right nor such gentle-mindedness they chose to compel no man's conscience thirty-three per cent. interest was paid (per month) thirty thousand masses should be said for his soul this obstinate little republic those who argue against a foregone conclusion thought that all was too little for him three hundred and upwards are hanged annually in london three or four hundred petty sovereigns (of germany) tis pity he is not an englishman to negotiate with government in england was to bribe to negotiate was to bribe right and left, and at every step to work, ever to work, was the primary law of his nature to attack england it was necessary to take the road of ireland to shirk labour, infinite numbers become priests and friars to doubt the infallibility of calvin was as heinous a crime toil and sacrifices of those who have preceded us tolerate another religion that his own may be tolerated tolerating religious liberty had never entered his mind toleration--that intolerable term of insult torturing, hanging, embowelling of men, women, and children tranquil insolence tranquillity rather of paralysis than of health triple marriages between the respective nurseries trust her sword, not her enemy's word twas pity, he said, that both should be heretics under the name of religion (so many crimes) undue anxiety for impartiality universal suffrage was not dreamed of at that day unlearned their faith in bell, book, and candle unproductive consumption being accounted most sagacious unproductive consumption was alarmingly increasing unwise impatience for peace upon their knees, served the queen with wine upper and lower millstones of royal wrath and loyal subserviency use of the spade usual expedient by which bad legislation on one side countered utter want of adaptation of his means to his ends utter disproportions between the king's means and aims uttering of my choler doth little ease my grief or help my case valour on the one side and discretion on the other waiting the pleasure of a capricious and despotic woman walk up and down the earth and destroy his fellow-creatures war was the normal and natural condition of mankind war to compel the weakest to follow the religion of the strongest war was the normal condition of christians wasting time fruitlessly is sharpening the knife for himself we have the reputation of being a good housewife we must all die once we mustn't tickle ourselves to make ourselves laugh we have been talking a little bit of truth to each other we were sold by their negligence who are now angry with us wealthy papists could obtain immunity by an enormous fine weapons weary of place without power what exchequer can accept chronic warfare and escape bankruptcy what was to be done in this world and believed as to the next when persons of merit suffer without cause when all was gone, they began to eat each other whether murders or stratagems, as if they were acts of virtue while one's friends urge moderation who the "people" exactly were whole revenue was pledged to pay the interest, on his debts wish to sell us the bear-skin before they have killed the bear with something of feline and feminine duplicity word peace in spanish mouths simply meant the holy inquisition words are always interpreted to the disadvantage of the weak world has rolled on to fresher fields of carnage and ruin worn nor caused to be worn the collar of the serf wrath of bigots on both sides wrath of that injured personage as he read such libellous truths write so illegibly or express himself so awkwardly you must show your teeth to the spaniard life of john of barneveld, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] abstinence from inquisition into consciences and private parlour allowed the demon of religious hatred to enter into its body behead, torture, burn alive, and bury alive all heretics christian sympathy and a small assistance not being sufficient contained within itself the germs of a larger liberty could not be both judge and party in the suit covered now with the satirical dust of centuries deadly hatred of puritans in england and holland doctrine of predestination in its sternest and strictest sense emperor of japan addressed him as his brother monarch estimating his character and judging his judges everybody should mind his own business he was a sincere bigot impatience is often on the part of the non-combatants intense bigotry of conviction international friendship, the self-interest of each it was the true religion, and there was none other james of england, who admired, envied, and hated henry jealousy, that potent principle language which is ever living because it is dead more fiercely opposed to each other than to papists none but god to compel me to say more than i choose to say power the poison of which it is so difficult to resist presents of considerable sums of money to the negotiators made princes show what they have in them at twenty-five or never putting the cart before the oxen religious toleration, which is a phrase of insult secure the prizes of war without the troubles and dangers senectus edam maorbus est so much in advance of his time as to favor religious equality the catholic league and the protestant union the truth in shortest about matters of importance the vehicle is often prized more than the freight there was but one king in europe, henry the bearnese there was no use in holding language of authority to him thirty years' war tread on the heels of the forty years unimaginable outrage as the most legitimate industry wish to appear learned in matters of which they are ignorant life of john of barneveld, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] he who spreads the snare always tumbles into the ditch himself most detestable verses that even he had ever composed she declined to be his procuress life of john of barneveld, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] and now the knife of another priest-led fanatic as with his own people, keeping no back-door open at a blow decapitated france conclusive victory for the allies seemed as predestined epernon, the true murderer of henry father cotton, who was only too ready to betray the secrets great war of religion and politics was postponed jesuit mariana--justifying the killing of excommunicated kings no man pretended to think of the state practised successfully the talent of silence queen is entirely in the hands of spain and the priests religion was made the strumpet of political ambition smooth words, in the plentiful lack of any substantial stroke of a broken table knife sharpened on a carriage wheel the assassin, tortured and torn by four horses they have killed him, 'e ammazato,' cried concini things he could tell which are too odious and dreadful uncouple the dogs and let them run vows of an eternal friendship of several weeks' duration what could save the house of austria, the cause of papacy wrath of the jesuits at this exercise of legal authority life of john of barneveld, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] advanced orthodox party--(puritans) atheist, a tyrant, because he resisted dictation from the clergy give him advice if he asked it, and money when he required he was not imperial of aspect on canvas or coin he who would have all may easily lose all king's definite and final intentions, varied from day to day neither kings nor governments are apt to value logic outdoing himself in dogmatism and inconsistency small matter which human folly had dilated into a great one the defence of the civil authority against the priesthood life of john of barneveld, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] aristocracy of god's elect determined to bring the very name of liberty into contempt disputing the eternal damnation of young children fate, free will, or absolute foreknowledge louis xiii. no man can be neutral in civil contentions no synod had a right to claim netherlanders as slaves philip iv. priests shall control the state or the state govern the priests schism in the church had become a public fact that cynical commerce in human lives the voice of slanderers theological hatred was in full blaze throughout the country theology and politics were one to look down upon their inferior and lost fellow creatures whether dead infants were hopelessly damned whether repentance could effect salvation whose mutual hatred was now artfully inflamed by partisans work of the aforesaid puritans and a few jesuits life of john of barneveld, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] almost infinite power of the meanest of passions ludicrous gravity safest citadel against an invader and a tyrant is distrust their own roofs were not quite yet in a blaze therefore now denounced the man whom he had injured entire - john of barneveld, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] abstinence from inquisition into consciences and private parlour advanced orthodox party-puritans allowed the demon of religious hatred to enter into its body almost infinite power of the meanest of passions and now the knife of another priest-led fanatic aristocracy of god's elect as with his own people, keeping no back-door open at a blow decapitated france atheist, a tyrant, because he resisted dictation from the clergy behead, torture, burn alive, and bury alive all heretics christian sympathy and a small assistance not being sufficient conclusive victory for the allies seemed as predestined contained within itself the germs of a larger liberty could not be both judge and party in the suit covered now with the satirical dust of centuries deadly hatred of puritans in england and holland determined to bring the very name of liberty into contempt disputing the eternal damnation of young children doctrine of predestination in its sternest and strictest sense emperor of japan addressed him as his brother monarch epernon, the true murderer of henry estimating his character and judging his judges everybody should mind his own business fate, free will, or absolute foreknowledge father cotton, who was only too ready to betray the secrets give him advice if he asked it, and money when he required great war of religion and politics was postponed he was not imperial of aspect on canvas or coin he was a sincere bigot he who would have all may easily lose all he who spreads the snare always tumbles into the ditch himself impatience is often on the part of the non-combatants intense bigotry of conviction international friendship, the self-interest of each it was the true religion, and there was none other james of england, who admired, envied, and hated henry jealousy, that potent principle jesuit mariana--justifying the killing of excommunicated kings king's definite and final intentions, varied from day to day language which is ever living because it is dead louis xiii. ludicrous gravity more fiercely opposed to each other than to papists most detestable verses that even he had ever composed neither kings nor governments are apt to value logic no man can be neutral in civil contentions no synod had a right to claim netherlanders as slaves no man pretended to think of the state none but god to compel me to say more than i choose to say outdoing himself in dogmatism and inconsistency philip iv. power the poison of which it is so difficult to resist practised successfully the talent of silence presents of considerable sums of money to the negotiators made priests shall control the state or the state govern the priests princes show what they have in them at twenty-five or never putting the cart before the oxen queen is entirely in the hands of spain and the priests religion was made the strumpet of political ambition religious toleration, which is a phrase of insult safest citadel against an invader and a tyrant is distrust schism in the church had become a public fact secure the prizes of war without the troubles and dangers senectus edam maorbus est she declined to be his procuress small matter which human folly had dilated into a great one smooth words, in the plentiful lack of any substantial so much in advance of his time as to favor religious equality stroke of a broken table knife sharpened on a carriage wheel that cynical commerce in human lives the defence of the civil authority against the priesthood the assassin, tortured and torn by four horses the truth in shortest about matters of importance the voice of slanderers the catholic league and the protestant union the vehicle is often prized more than the freight their own roofs were not quite yet in a blaze theological hatred was in full blaze throughout the country theology and politics were one there was no use in holding language of authority to him there was but one king in europe, henry the bearnese therefore now denounced the man whom he had injured they have killed him, 'e ammazato,' cried concini things he could tell which are too odious and dreadful thirty years' war tread on the heels of the forty years to look down upon their inferior and lost fellow creatures uncouple the dogs and let them run unimaginable outrage as the most legitimate industry vows of an eternal friendship of several weeks' duration what could save the house of austria, the cause of papacy whether repentance could effect salvation whether dead infants were hopelessly damned whose mutual hatred was now artfully inflamed by partisans wish to appear learned in matters of which they are ignorant work of the aforesaid puritans and a few jesuits wrath of the jesuits at this exercise of legal authority life of john of barneveld, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] and give advice. of that, although always a spendthrift casual outbursts of eternal friendship changed his positions and contradicted himself day by day conciliation when war of extermination was intended considered it his special mission in the world to mediate denoungced as an obstacle to peace france was mourning henry and waiting for richelieu hardly a sound protestant policy anywhere but in holland history has not too many really important and emblematic men i hope and i fear king who thought it furious madness to resist the enemy mockery of negotiation in which nothing could be negotiated more apprehension of fraud than of force opening an abyss between government and people successful in this step, he is ready for greater ones that he tries to lay the fault on us is pure malice the magnitude of this wonderful sovereign's littleness this wonderful sovereign's littleness oppresses the imagination wise and honest a man, although he be somewhat longsome yesterday is the preceptor of to-morrow life of john of barneveld, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] acts of violence which under pretext of religion adulation for inferiors whom they despise calumny is often a stronger and more lasting power than disdain created one child for damnation and another for salvation depths of credulity men in all ages can sink devote himself to his gout and to his fair young wife furious mob set upon the house of rem bischop highborn demagogues in that as in every age affect adulation in this he was much behind his age or before it logic is rarely the quality on which kings pride themselves necessity of deferring to powerful sovereigns not his custom nor that of his councillors to go to bed partisans wanted not accommodation but victory puritanism in holland was a very different thing from england seemed bent on self-destruction stand between hope and fear the evils resulting from a confederate system of government to stifle for ever the right of free enquiry life of john of barneveld, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] affection of his friends and the wrath of his enemies depths theological party spirit could descend extraordinary capacity for yielding to gentle violence human nature in its meanness and shame it had not yet occurred to him that he was married make the very name of man a term of reproach never lack of fishers in troubled waters opposed the subjection of the magistracy by the priesthood pot-valiant hero resolve to maintain the civil authority over the military tempest of passion and prejudice the effect of energetic, uncompromising calumny yes, there are wicked men about life of john of barneveld, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] better to be governed by magistrates than mobs burning with bitter revenge for all the favours he had received death rather than life with a false acknowledgment of guilt enemy of all compulsion of the human conscience heidelberg catechism were declared to be infallible i know how to console myself implication there was much, of assertion very little john robinson magistracy at that moment seemed to mean the sword only true religion rather a wilderness to reign over than a single heretic william brewster life of john of barneveld, - by motley[# ][jm v .txt] argument in a circle he that stands let him see that he does not fall if he has deserved it, let them strike off his head misery had come not from their being enemies o god! what does man come to! party hatred was not yet glutted with the blood it had drunk rose superior to his doom and took captivity captive this, then, is the reward of forty years' service to the state to milk, the cow as long as she would give milk entire - john of barneveld, by motley [# ][jm v .txt] acts of violence which under pretext of religion adulation for inferiors whom they despise affection of his friends and the wrath of his enemies and give advice. of that, although always a spendthrift argument in a circle better to be governed by magistrates than mobs burning with bitter revenge for all the favours he had received calumny is often a stronger and more lasting power than disdain casual outbursts of eternal friendship changed his positions and contradicted himself day by day conciliation when war of extermination was intended considered it his special mission in the world to mediate created one child for damnation and another for salvation death rather than life with a false acknowledgment of guilt denoungced as an obstacle to peace depths theological party spirit could descend depths of credulity men in all ages can sink devote himself to his gout and to his fair young wife enemy of all compulsion of the human conscience extraordinary capacity for yielding to gentle violence france was mourning henry and waiting for richelieu furious mob set upon the house of rem bischop hardly a sound protestant policy anywhere but in holland he that stands let him see that he does not fall heidelberg catechism were declared to be infallible highborn demagogues in that as in every age affect adulation history has not too many really important and emblematic men human nature in its meanness and shame i hope and i fear i know how to console myself if he has deserved it, let them strike off his head implication there was much, of assertion very little in this he was much behind his age or before it it had not yet occurred to him that he was married john robinson king who thought it furious madness to resist the enemy logic is rarely the quality on which kings pride themselves magistracy at that moment seemed to mean the sword make the very name of man a term of reproach misery had come not from their being enemies mockery of negotiation in which nothing could be negotiated more apprehension of fraud than of force necessity of deferring to powerful sovereigns never lack of fishers in troubled waters not his custom nor that of his councillors to go to bed o god! what does man come to! only true religion opening an abyss between government and people opposed the subjection of the magistracy by the priesthood partisans wanted not accommodation but victory party hatred was not yet glutted with the blood it had drunk pot-valiant hero puritanism in holland was a very different thing from england rather a wilderness to reign over than a single heretic resolve to maintain the civil authority over the military rose superior to his doom and took captivity captive seemed bent on self-destruction stand between hope and fear successful in this step, he is ready for greater ones tempest of passion and prejudice that he tries to lay the fault on us is pure malice the magnitude of this wonderful sovereign's littleness the effect of energetic, uncompromising calumny the evils resulting from a confederate system of government this, then, is the reward of forty years' service to the state this wonderful sovereign's littleness oppresses the imagination to milk, the cow as long as she would give milk to stifle for ever the right of free enquiry william brewster wise and honest a man, although he be somewhat longsome yes, there are wicked men about yesterday is the preceptor of to-morrow entire - john of barneveld, by motley [# ][jm v .txt] abstinence from inquisition into consciences and private parlour acts of violence which under pretext of religion adulation for inferiors whom they despise advanced orthodox party-puritans affection of his friends and the wrath of his enemies allowed the demon of religious hatred to enter into its body almost infinite power of the meanest of passions and give advice. of that, although always a spendthrift and now the knife of another priest-led fanatic argument in a circle aristocracy of god's elect as with his own people, keeping no back-door open at a blow decapitated france atheist, a tyrant, because he resisted dictation from the clergy behead, torture, burn alive, and bury alive all heretics better to be governed by magistrates than mobs burning with bitter revenge for all the favours he had received calumny is often a stronger and more lasting power than disdain casual outbursts of eternal friendship changed his positions and contradicted himself day by day christian sympathy and a small assistance not being sufficient conciliation when war of extermination was intended conclusive victory for the allies seemed as predestined considered it his special mission in the world to mediate contained within itself the germs of a larger liberty could not be both judge and party in the suit covered now with the satirical dust of centuries created one child for damnation and another for salvation deadly hatred of puritans in england and holland death rather than life with a false acknowledgment of guilt denoungced as an obstacle to peace depths of credulity men in all ages can sink depths theological party spirit could descend determined to bring the very name of liberty into contempt devote himself to his gout and to his fair young wife disputing the eternal damnation of young children doctrine of predestination in its sternest and strictest sense emperor of japan addressed him as his brother monarch enemy of all compulsion of the human conscience epernon, the true murderer of henry estimating his character and judging his judges everybody should mind his own business extraordinary capacity for yielding to gentle violence fate, free will, or absolute foreknowledge father cotton, who was only too ready to betray the secrets france was mourning henry and waiting for richelieu furious mob set upon the house of rem bischop give him advice if he asked it, and money when he required great war of religion and politics was postponed hardly a sound protestant policy anywhere but in holland he was not imperial of aspect on canvas or coin he who would have all may easily lose all he who spreads the snare always tumbles into the ditch himself he was a sincere bigot he that stands let him see that he does not fall heidelberg catechism were declared to be infallible highborn demagogues in that as in every age affect adulation history has not too many really important and emblematic men human nature in its meanness and shame i know how to console myself i hope and i fear if he has deserved it, let them strike off his head impatience is often on the part of the non-combatants implication there was much, of assertion very little in this he was much behind his age or before it intense bigotry of conviction international friendship, the self-interest of each it had not yet occurred to him that he was married it was the true religion, and there was none other james of england, who admired, envied, and hated henry jealousy, that potent principle jesuit mariana--justifying the killing of excommunicated kings john robinson king who thought it furious madness to resist the enemy king's definite and final intentions, varied from day to day language which is ever living because it is dead logic is rarely the quality on which kings pride themselves louis xiii. ludicrous gravity magistracy at that moment seemed to mean the sword make the very name of man a term of reproach misery had come not from their being enemies mockery of negotiation in which nothing could be negotiated more apprehension of fraud than of force more fiercely opposed to each other than to papists most detestable verses that even he had ever composed necessity of deferring to powerful sovereigns neither kings nor governments are apt to value logic never lack of fishers in troubled waters no man pretended to think of the state no man can be neutral in civil contentions no synod had a right to claim netherlanders as slaves none but god to compel me to say more than i choose to say not his custom nor that of his councillors to go to bed o god! what does man come to! only true religion opening an abyss between government and people opposed the subjection of the magistracy by the priesthood outdoing himself in dogmatism and inconsistency partisans wanted not accommodation but victory party hatred was not yet glutted with the blood it had drunk philip iv. pot-valiant hero power the poison of which it is so difficult to resist practised successfully the talent of silence presents of considerable sums of money to the negotiators made priests shall control the state or the state govern the priests princes show what they have in them at twenty-five or never puritanism in holland was a very different thing from england putting the cart before the oxen queen is entirely in the hands of spain and the priests rather a wilderness to reign over than a single heretic religion was made the strumpet of political ambition religious toleration, which is a phrase of insult resolve to maintain the civil authority over the military rose superior to his doom and took captivity captive safest citadel against an invader and a tyrant is distrust schism in the church had become a public fact secure the prizes of war without the troubles and dangers seemed bent on self-destruction senectus edam maorbus est she declined to be his procuress small matter which human folly had dilated into a great one smooth words, in the plentiful lack of any substantial so much in advance of his time as to favor religious equality stand between hope and fear stroke of a broken table knife sharpened on a carriage wheel successful in this step, he is ready for greater ones tempest of passion and prejudice that he tries to lay the fault on us is pure malice that cynical commerce in human lives the effect of energetic, uncompromising calumny the evils resulting from a confederate system of government the vehicle is often prized more than the freight the voice of slanderers the truth in shortest about matters of importance the assassin, tortured and torn by four horses the defence of the civil authority against the priesthood the magnitude of this wonderful sovereign's littleness the catholic league and the protestant union their own roofs were not quite yet in a blaze theological hatred was in full blaze throughout the country theology and politics were one there was no use in holding language of authority to him there was but one king in europe, henry the bearnese therefore now denounced the man whom he had injured they have killed him, 'e ammazato,' cried concini things he could tell which are too odious and dreadful thirty years' war tread on the heels of the forty years this wonderful sovereign's littleness oppresses the imagination this, then, is the reward of forty years' service to the state to milk, the cow as long as she would give milk to stifle for ever the right of free enquiry to look down upon their inferior and lost fellow creatures uncouple the dogs and let them run unimaginable outrage as the most legitimate industry vows of an eternal friendship of several weeks' duration what could save the house of austria, the cause of papacy whether repentance could effect salvation whether dead infants were hopelessly damned whose mutual hatred was now artfully inflamed by partisans william brewster wise and honest a man, although he be somewhat longsome wish to appear learned in matters of which they are ignorant work of the aforesaid puritans and a few jesuits wrath of the jesuits at this exercise of legal authority yes, there are wicked men about yesterday is the preceptor of to-morrow memoir of john l. motley, v , o.w. holmes [owh# ][oh v .txt] all classes are conservative by necessity already looking forward to the revolt of the slave states attacked by the poetic mania becoming more learned, and therefore more ignorant but not thoughtlessly indulgent to the boy cold water of conventional and commonplace encouragement could paint a character with the ruddy life-blood coloring emulation is not capability excused by their admirers for their shortcomings excuses to disarm the criticism he had some reason to fear fear of the laugh of the world at its sincerity fitted "to warn, to comfort, and command" how many more injured by becoming bad copies of a bad ideal ignoble facts which strew the highways of political life indoor home life imprisons them in the domestic circle intellectual dandyisms of bulwer kindly shadow of oblivion misanthropical, sceptical philosopher most entirely truthful child whe had ever seen nearsighted liberalism no two books, as he said, ever injured each other not a single acquaintance in the place, and we glory in the fact only foundation fit for history,--original contemporary document radical, one who would uproot, is a man whose trade is dangerous sees the past in the pitiless light of the present self-educated man, as he had been a self-taught boy solitary and morose, the necessary consequence of reckless study spirit of a man who wishes to be proud of his country studied according to his inclinations rather than by rule style above all other qualities seems to embalm for posterity talked impatiently of the value of my time the dead men of the place are my intimate friends the fellow mixes blood with his colors! the loss of hair, which brings on premature decay the personal gifts which are nature's passport everywhere twenty assaults upon fame and had forty books killed under him vain belief that they were men at eighteen or twenty weight of a thousand years of error memoir of john l. motley, v , o.w. holmes [owh# ][oh v .txt] a great historian is almost a statesman admired or despised, as if he or she were our contemporary alas! one never knows when one becomes a bore american unholy inquisition best defence in this case is little better than an impeachment but after all this isn't a war it is a revolution can never be repaired and never sufficiently regretted considerations of state as a reason considerations of state have never yet failed the axe everything else may happen this alone must happen fortune's buffets and rewards can take with equal thanks he was not always careful in the construction of his sentences in revolutions the men who win are those who are in earnest irresistible force in collision with an insuperable resistance it is n't strategists that are wanted so much as believers john quincy adams manner in which an insult shall be dealt with motley was twice sacrificed to personal feelings no man is safe (from news reporters) our mortal life is but a string of guesses at the future played so long with other men's characters and good name progress should be by a spiral movement public which must have a slain reputation to devour reasonable to pay our debts rather than to repudiate them recall of a foreign minister for alleged misconduct in office shall slavery die, or the great republic? suicide is confession the nation is as much bound to be honest as is the individual this somebody may have been one whom we should call nobody unequivocal policy of slave emancipation wringing a dry cloth for drops of evidence memoir of john l. motley, v , o.w. holmes [owh# ][oh v .txt] an order of things in which mediocrity is at a premium better is the restlessness of a noble ambition blessed freedom from speech-making flattery is a sweet and intoxicating potion forget those who have done them good service his dogged, continuous capacity for work his learning was a reproach to the ignorant history never forgets and never forgives mediocrity is at a premium no great man can reach the highest position in our government over excited, when his prejudices were roughly handled plain enough that he is telling his own story republics are said to be ungrateful they knew very little of us, and that little wrong visible atmosphere of power the poison of which wonders whether it has found its harbor or only lost its anchor memoir of john l. motley, all, o.w. holmes [owh# ][oh v .txt] a great historian is almost a statesman admired or despised, as if he or she were our contemporary alas! one never knows when one becomes a bore all classes are conservative by necessity already looking forward to the revolt of the slave states american unholy inquisition an order of things in which mediocrity is at a premium attacked by the poetic mania becoming more learned, and therefore more ignorant best defence in this case is little better than an impeachment better is the restlessness of a noble ambition blessed freedom from speech-making but not thoughtlessly indulgent to the boy but after all this isn't a war it is a revolution can never be repaired and never sufficiently regretted cold water of conventional and commonplace encouragement considerations of state have never yet failed the axe considerations of state as a reason could paint a character with the ruddy life-blood coloring emulation is not capability everything else may happen this alone must happen excused by their admirers for their shortcomings excuses to disarm the criticism he had some reason to fear fear of the laugh of the world at its sincerity fitted "to warn, to comfort, and command" flattery is a sweet and intoxicating potion forget those who have done them good service fortune's buffets and rewards can take with equal thanks he was not always careful in the construction of his sentences his learning was a reproach to the ignorant his dogged, continuous capacity for work history never forgets and never forgives how many more injured by becoming bad copies of a bad ideal ignoble facts which strew the highways of political life in revolutions the men who win are those who are in earnest indoor home life imprisons them in the domestic circle intellectual dandyisms of bulwer irresistible force in collision with an insuperable resistance it is n't strategists that are wanted so much as believers john quincy adams kindly shadow of oblivion manner in which an insult shall be dealt with mediocrity is at a premium misanthropical, sceptical philosopher most entirely truthful child whe had ever seen motley was twice sacrificed to personal feelings nearsighted liberalism no great man can reach the highest position in our government no two books, as he said, ever injured each other no man is safe (from news reporters) not a single acquaintance in the place, and we glory in the fact only foundation fit for history,--original contemporary document our mortal life is but a string of guesses at the future over excited, when his prejudices were roughly handled plain enough that he is telling his own story played so long with other men's characters and good name progress should be by a spiral movement public which must have a slain reputation to devour radical, one who would uproot, is a man whose trade is dangerous reasonable to pay our debts rather than to repudiate them recall of a foreign minister for alleged misconduct in office republics are said to be ungrateful sees the past in the pitiless light of the present self-educated man, as he had been a self-taught boy shall slavery die, or the great republic? solitary and morose, the necessary consequence of reckless study spirit of a man who wishes to be proud of his country studied according to his inclinations rather than by rule style above all other qualities seems to embalm for posterity suicide is confession talked impatiently of the value of my time the fellow mixes blood with his colors! the loss of hair, which brings on premature decay the personal gifts which are nature's passport everywhere the nation is as much bound to be honest as is the individual the dead men of the place are my intimate friends they knew very little of us, and that little wrong this somebody may have been one whom we should call nobody twenty assaults upon fame and had forty books killed under him unequivocal policy of slave emancipation vain belief that they were men at eighteen or twenty visible atmosphere of power the poison of which weight of a thousand years of error wonders whether it has found its harbor or only lost its anchor wringing a dry cloth for drops of evidence entire pg edition the netherlands, by motley[# ][jm v .txt] (which includes the memoir of motley by oliver wendell holmes) , the last year of peace a pleasantry called voluntary contributions or benevolences a good lawyer is a bad christian a terrible animal, indeed, is an unbridled woman a common hatred united them, for a time at least a penal offence in the republic to talk of peace or of truce a most fatal success a country disinherited by nature of its rights a free commonwealth--was thought an absurdity a hard bargain when both parties are losers a burnt cat fears the fire a despot really keeps no accounts, nor need to do so a sovereign remedy for the disease of liberty a pusillanimous peace, always possible at any period a man incapable of fatigue, of perplexity, or of fear a truce he honestly considered a pitfall of destruction a great historian is almost a statesman able men should be by design and of purpose suppressed about equal to that of england at the same period absolution for incest was afforded at thirty-six livres abstinence from unproductive consumption abstinence from inquisition into consciences and private parlour absurd affectation of candor accepting a new tyrant in place of the one so long ago deposed accustomed to the faded gallantries achieved the greatness to which they had not been born act of uniformity required papists to assist acts of violence which under pretext of religion admired or despised, as if he or she were our contemporary adulation for inferiors whom they despise advanced orthodox party-puritans advancing age diminished his tendency to other carnal pleasures advised his majesty to bestow an annual bribe upon lord burleigh affecting to discredit them affection of his friends and the wrath of his enemies age when toleration was a vice agreements were valid only until he should repent alas! the benighted victims of superstition hugged their chains alas! we must always have something to persecute alas! one never knows when one becomes a bore alexander's exuberant discretion all italy was in his hands all fellow-worms together all business has been transacted with open doors all reading of the scriptures (forbidden) all the majesty which decoration could impart all denounced the image-breaking all claimed the privilege of persecuting all his disciples and converts are to be punished with death all protestants were beheaded, burned, or buried alive all classes are conservative by necessity all the ministers and great functionaries received presents all offices were sold to the highest bidder allow her to seek a profit from his misfortune allowed the demon of religious hatred to enter into its body almost infinite power of the meanest of passions already looking forward to the revolt of the slave states altercation between luther and erasmus, upon predestination always less apt to complain of irrevocable events american unholy inquisition amuse them with this peace negotiation an inspiring and delightful recreation (auto-da-fe) an hereditary papacy, a perpetual pope-emperor an age when to think was a crime an unjust god, himself the origin of sin an order of things in which mediocrity is at a premium anarchy which was deemed inseparable from a non-regal form anatomical study of what has ceased to exist and give advice. of that, although always a spendthrift and now the knife of another priest-led fanatic and thus this gentle and heroic spirit took its flight angle with their dissimulation as with a hook announced his approaching marriage with the virgin mary annual harvest of iniquity by which his revenue was increased anxiety to do nothing wrong, the senators did nothing at all are apt to discharge such obligations--(by) ingratitude are wont to hang their piety on the bell-rope argument in a circle argument is exhausted and either action or compromise begins aristocracy of god's elect arminianism arrested on suspicion, tortured till confession arrive at their end by fraud, when violence will not avail them artillery as logical as men in their cups are prone to be as the old woman had told the emperor adrian as if they were free will not make them free as lieve see the spanish as the calvinistic inquisition as ready as papists, with age, fagot, and excommunication as with his own people, keeping no back-door open as neat a deception by telling the truth at a blow decapitated france at length the twig was becoming the tree atheist, a tyrant, because he resisted dictation from the clergy attachment to a half-drowned land and to a despised religion attacked by the poetic mania attacking the authority of the pope attempting to swim in two waters auction sales of judicial ermine baiting his hook a little to his appetite barbara blomberg, washerwoman of ratisbon batavian legion was the imperial body guard beacons in the upward path of mankind beating the netherlanders into christianity beautiful damsel, who certainly did not lack suitors because he had been successful (hated) becoming more learned, and therefore more ignorant been already crimination and recrimination more than enough before morning they had sacked thirty churches began to scatter golden arguments with a lavish hand beggars of the sea, as these privateersmen designated themselves behead, torture, burn alive, and bury alive all heretics being the true religion, proved by so many testimonies believed in the blessed advent of peace beneficent and charitable purposes (war) best defence in this case is little better than an impeachment bestowing upon others what was not his property better to be governed by magistrates than mobs better is the restlessness of a noble ambition beware of a truce even more than of a peace bigotry which was the prevailing characteristic of the age bishop is a consecrated pirate blessed freedom from speech-making blessing of god upon the devil's work bold reformer had only a new dogma in place of the old ones bomb-shells were not often used although known for a century breath, time, and paper were profusely wasted and nothing gained brethren, parents, and children, having wives in common bribed the deity bungling diplomatists and credulous dotards burned, strangled, beheaded, or buried alive ( , ) burned alive if they objected to transubstantiation burning with bitter revenge for all the favours he had received burning of servetus at geneva business of an officer to fight, of a general to conquer but the habit of dissimulation was inveterate but after all this isn't a war it is a revolution but not thoughtlessly indulgent to the boy butchery in the name of christ was suspended by turns, we all govern and are governed calling a peace perpetual can never make it so calumny is often a stronger and more lasting power than disdain can never be repaired and never sufficiently regretted canker of a long peace care neither for words nor menaces in any matter cargo of imaginary gold dust was exported from the james river casting up the matter "as pinchingly as possibly might be" casual outbursts of eternal friendship certain number of powers, almost exactly equal to each other certainly it was worth an eighty years' war changed his positions and contradicted himself day by day character of brave men to act, not to expect charles the fifth autocrat of half the world chief seafaring nations of the world were already protestant chieftains are dwarfed in the estimation of followers children who had never set foot on the shore christian sympathy and a small assistance not being sufficient chronicle of events must not be anticipated claimed the praise of moderation that their demands were so few cold water of conventional and commonplace encouragement college of "peace-makers," who wrangled more than all colonel ysselstein, "dismissed for a homicide or two" compassing a country's emancipation through a series of defeats conceding it subsequently, after much contestation conceit, and procrastination which marked the royal character conciliation when war of extermination was intended conclusive victory for the allies seemed as predestined conde and coligny condemned first and inquired upon after condemning all heretics to death conflicting claims of prerogative and conscience conformity of governments to the principles of justice confused conferences, where neither party was entirely sincere considerable reason, even if there were but little justice considerations of state have never yet failed the axe considerations of state as a reason considered it his special mission in the world to mediate consign to the flames all prisoners whatever (papal letter) constant vigilance is the price of liberty constitute themselves at once universal legatees constitutional governments, move in the daylight consumer would pay the tax, supposing it were ever paid at all contained within itself the germs of a larger liberty contempt for treaties however solemnly ratified continuing to believe himself invincible and infallible converting beneficent commerce into baleful gambling could handle an argument as well as a sword could paint a character with the ruddy life-blood coloring could not be both judge and party in the suit could do a little more than what was possible country would bear his loss with fortitude courage of despair inflamed the french courage and semblance of cheerfulness, with despair in his heart court fatigue, to scorn pleasure covered now with the satirical dust of centuries craft meaning, simply, strength created one child for damnation and another for salvation crescents in their caps: rather turkish than popish crimes and cruelties such as christians only could imagine criminal whose guilt had been established by the hot iron criminals buying paradise for money cruelties exercised upon monks and papists crusades made great improvement in the condition of the serfs culpable audacity and exaggerated prudence customary oaths, to be kept with the customary conscientiousness daily widening schism between lutherans and calvinists deadliest of sins, the liberty of conscience deadly hatred of puritans in england and holland deal with his enemy as if sure to become his friend death rather than life with a false acknowledgment of guilt decline a bribe or interfere with the private sale of places decrees for burning, strangling, and burying alive deeply criminal in the eyes of all religious parties defeated garrison ever deserved more respect from friend or foe defect of enjoying the flattery, of his inferiors in station delay often fights better than an army against a foreign invader demanding peace and bread at any price democratic instincts of the ancient german savages denies the utility of prayers for the dead denoungced as an obstacle to peace depths theological party spirit could descend depths of credulity men in all ages can sink despised those who were grateful despot by birth and inclination (charles v.) determined to bring the very name of liberty into contempt devote himself to his gout and to his fair young wife difference between liberties and liberty difficult for one friend to advise another in three matters diplomacy of spain and rome--meant simply dissimulation diplomatic adroitness consists mainly in the power to deceive disciple of simon stevinus dismay of our friends and the gratification of our enemies disordered, and unknit state needs no shaking, but propping disposed to throat-cutting by the ministers of the gospel dispute between luther and zwingli concerning the real presence disputing the eternal damnation of young children dissenters were as bigoted as the orthodox dissimulation and delay distinguished for his courage, his cruelty, and his corpulence divine right of kings divine right do you want peace or war? i am ready for either doctrine of predestination in its sternest and strictest sense don john of austria don john was at liberty to be king of england and scotland done nothing so long as aught remained to do drank of the water in which, he had washed draw a profit out of the necessities of this state during this, whole war, we have never seen the like dying at so very inconvenient a moment each in its turn becoming orthodox, and therefore persecuting eat their own children than to forego one high mass eight thousand human beings were murdered elizabeth, though convicted, could always confute elizabeth (had not) the faintest idea of religious freedom eloquence of the biggest guns emperor of japan addressed him as his brother monarch emulation is not capability endure every hardship but hunger enemy of all compulsion of the human conscience england hated the netherlands english puritans englishmen and hollanders preparing to cut each other's throats enmity between lutherans and calvinists enormous wealth (of the church) which engendered the hatred enriched generation after generation by wealthy penitence enthusiasm could not supply the place of experience envying those whose sufferings had already been terminated epernon, the true murderer of henry erasmus of rotterdam erasmus encourages the bold friar establish not freedom for calvinism, but freedom for conscience estimating his character and judging his judges even the virtues of james were his worst enemies even to grant it slowly is to deny it utterly even for the rape of god's mother, if that were possible ever met disaster with so cheerful a smile ever-swarming nurseries of mercenary warriors every one sees what you seem, few perceive what you are everybody should mind his own business everything else may happen this alone must happen everything was conceded, but nothing was secured evil is coming, the sooner it arrives the better evil has the advantage of rapidly assuming many shapes excited with the appearance of a gem of true philosophy excused by their admirers for their shortcomings excuses to disarm the criticism he had some reason to fear executions of huss and jerome of prague exorcising the devil by murdering his supposed victims extraordinary capacity for yielding to gentle violence fable of divine right is invented to sanction the system faction has rarely worn a more mischievous aspect famous fowl in every pot fanatics of the new religion denounced him as a godless man fate, free will, or absolute foreknowledge father cotton, who was only too ready to betray the secrets fear of the laugh of the world at its sincerity fed on bear's liver, were nearly poisoned to death felix mants, the anabaptist, is drowned at zurich fellow worms had been writhing for half a century in the dust ferocity which even christians could not have surpassed few, even prelates were very dutiful to the pope fiction of apostolic authority to bind and loose fifty thousand persons in the provinces (put to death) financial opposition to tyranny is apt to be unanimous find our destruction in our immoderate desire for peace fishermen and river raftsmen become ocean adventurers fitted "to warn, to comfort, and command" fitter to obey than to command five great rivers hold the netherland territory in their coils flattery is a sweet and intoxicating potion fled from the land of oppression to the land of liberty fool who useth not wit because he hath it not for myself i am unworthy of the honor (of martyrdom) for faithful service, evil recompense for women to lament, for men to remember for us, looking back upon the past, which was then the future for his humanity towards the conquered garrisons (censured) forbidding the wearing of mourning at all forbids all private assemblies for devotion force clerical--the power of clerks foremost to shake off the fetters of superstition forget those who have done them good service forgiving spirit on the part of the malefactor fortune's buffets and rewards can take with equal thanks four weeks' holiday--the first in eleven years france was mourning henry and waiting for richelieu french seem madmen, and are wise friendly advice still more intolerable full of precedents and declamatory commonplaces furious fanaticism furious mob set upon the house of rem bischop furnished, in addition, with a force of two thousand prostitutes future world as laid down by rival priesthoods gallant and ill-fated lamoral egmont gaul derided the roman soldiers as a band of pigmies german-lutheran sixteenth-century idea of religious freedom german finds himself sober--he believes himself ill german highland and the german netherland gigantic vices are proudly pointed to as the noblest give him advice if he asked it, and money when he required glory could be put neither into pocket nor stomach god has given absolute power to no mortal man god, whose cause it was, would be pleased to give good weather god alone can protect us against those whom we trust god of wrath who had decreed the extermination of all unbeliever god of vengeance, of jealousy, and of injustice god save the king! it was the last time gold was the only passkey to justice gomarites accused the arminians of being more lax than papists govern under the appearance of obeying great transactions of a reign are sometimes paltry things great science of political equilibrium great privilege, the magna charta of holland great error of despising their enemy great war of religion and politics was postponed great battles often leave the world where they found it guarantees of forgiveness for every imaginable sin guilty of no other crime than adhesion to the catholic faith habeas corpus had industry been honoured instead of being despised haereticis non servanda fides hair and beard unshorn, according to ancient batavian custom halcyon days of ban, book and candle hanged for having eaten meat-soup upon friday hanging of mary dyer at boston hangman is not the most appropriate teacher of religion happy to glass themselves in so brilliant a mirror hard at work, pouring sand through their sieves hardly a distinguished family in spain not placed in mourning hardly a sound protestant policy anywhere but in holland hardly an inch of french soil that had not two possessors having conjugated his paradigm conscientiously he had omitted to execute heretics he did his best to be friends with all the world he was a sincere bigot he that stands let him see that he does not fall he was not always careful in the construction of his sentences he would have no persecution of the opposite creed he came as a conqueror not as a mediator he who spreads the snare always tumbles into the ditch himself he who would have all may easily lose all he knew men, especially he knew their weaknesses he had never enjoyed social converse, except at long intervals he would have no calvinist inquisition set up in its place he who confessed well was absolved well he did his work, but he had not his reward he sat a great while at a time. he had a genius for sitting he was not imperial of aspect on canvas or coin he often spoke of popular rights with contempt he spent more time at table than the bearnese in sleep heidelberg catechism were declared to be infallible henry the huguenot as the champion of the council of trent her teeth black, her bosom white and liberally exposed (eliz.) heresy was a plant of early growth in the netherlands heretics to the english church were persecuted hibernian mode of expressing himself high officers were doing the work of private, soldiers highborn demagogues in that as in every age affect adulation highest were not necessarily the least slimy his inordinate arrogance his own past triumphs seemed now his greatest enemies his imagination may have assisted his memory in the task his insolence intolerable his learning was a reproach to the ignorant his invectives were, however, much stronger than his arguments his personal graces, for the moment, took the rank of virtues his dogged, continuous capacity for work historical scepticism may shut its eyes to evidence history is a continuous whole of which we see only fragments history is but made up of a few scattered fragments history never forgets and never forgives history has not too many really important and emblematic men history shows how feeble are barriers of paper holland was afraid to give a part, although offering the whole holland, england, and america, are all links of one chain holy office condemned all the inhabitants of the netherlands holy institution called the inquisition honor good patriots, and to support them in venial errors hope delayed was but a cold and meagre consolation hope deferred, suddenly changing to despair how many more injured by becoming bad copies of a bad ideal hugo grotius human nature in its meanness and shame human ingenuity to inflict human misery human fat esteemed the sovereignst remedy (for wounds) humanizing effect of science upon the barbarism of war humble ignorance as the safest creed humility which was but the cloak to his pride hundred thousand men had laid down their lives by her decree i did never see any man behave himself as he did i know how to console myself i am a king that will be ever known not to fear any but god i hope and i fear i would carry the wood to burn my own son withal i regard my country's profit, not my own i will never live, to see the end of my poverty idea of freedom in commerce has dawned upon nations idiotic principle of sumptuary legislation idle, listless, dice-playing, begging, filching vagabonds if he had little, he could live upon little if to do be as grand as to imagine what it were good to do if he has deserved it, let them strike off his head ignoble facts which strew the highways of political life ignorance is the real enslaver of mankind imagined, and did the work of truth imagining that they held the world's destiny in their hands impatience is often on the part of the non-combatants implication there was much, of assertion very little imposed upon the multitudes, with whom words were things impossible it is to practise arithmetic with disturbed brains impossible it was to invent terms of adulation too gross in revolutions the men who win are those who are in earnest in character and general talents he was beneath mediocrity in times of civil war, to be neutral is to be nothing in holland, the clergy had neither influence nor seats in this he was much behind his age or before it incur the risk of being charged with forwardness than neglect indecision did the work of indolence indignant that heretics had been suffered to hang individuals walking in advance of their age indoor home life imprisons them in the domestic circle indulging them frequently with oracular advice inevitable fate of talking castles and listening ladies infamy of diplomacy, when diplomacy is unaccompanied by honesty infinite capacity for pecuniary absorption informer, in case of conviction, should be entitled to one half inhabited by the savage tribes called samoyedes innocent generation, to atone for the sins of their forefathers inquisition of the netherlands is much more pitiless inquisition was not a fit subject for a compromise inquisitors enough; but there were no light vessels in the armada insane cruelty, both in the cause of the wrong and the right insensible to contumely, and incapable of accepting a rebuff insinuate that his orders had been hitherto misunderstood insinuating suspicions when unable to furnish evidence intellectual dandyisms of bulwer intelligence, science, and industry were accounted degrading intense bigotry of conviction intentions of a government which did not know its own intentions international friendship, the self-interest of each intolerable tendency to puns invaluable gift which no human being can acquire, authority invented such christian formulas as these (a curse) inventing long speeches for historical characters invincible armada had not only been vanquished but annihilated irresistible force in collision with an insuperable resistance it was the true religion, and there was none other it is not desirable to disturb much of that learned dust it had not yet occurred to him that he was married it is n't strategists that are wanted so much as believers it is certain that the english hate us (sully) its humility, seemed sufficiently ironical james of england, who admired, envied, and hated henry jealousy, that potent principle jesuit mariana--justifying the killing of excommunicated kings john castel, who had stabbed henry iv. john wier, a physician of grave john robinson john quincy adams judas maccabaeus july st, two augustine monks were burned at brussels justified themselves in a solemn consumption of time kindly shadow of oblivion king who thought it furious madness to resist the enemy king had issued a general repudiation of his debts king set a price upon his head as a rebel king of zion to be pinched to death with red-hot tongs king was often to be something much less or much worse king's definite and final intentions, varied from day to day labored under the disadvantage of never having existed labour was esteemed dishonourable language which is ever living because it is dead languor of fatigue, rather than any sincere desire for peace leading motive with all was supposed to be religion learn to tremble as little at priestcraft as at swordcraft leave not a single man alive in the city, and to burn every house let us fool these poor creatures to their heart's content licences accorded by the crown to carry slaves to america life of nations and which we call the past like a man holding a wolf by the ears little army of maurice was becoming the model for europe little grievances would sometimes inflame more than vast local self-government which is the life-blood of liberty logic of the largest battalions logic is rarely the quality on which kings pride themselves logical and historical argument of unmerciful length long succession of so many illustrious obscure longer they delay it, the less easy will they find it look through the cloud of dissimulation look for a sharp war, or a miserable peace looking down upon her struggle with benevolent indifference lord was better pleased with adverbs than nouns loud, nasal, dictatorial tone, not at all agreeable louis xiii. loving only the persons who flattered him ludicrous gravity luther's axiom, that thoughts are toll-free lutheran princes of germany, detested the doctrines of geneva luxury had blunted the fine instincts of patriotism made peace--and had been at war ever since made no breach in royal and roman infallibility made to swing to and fro over a slow fire magistracy at that moment seemed to mean the sword magnificent hopefulness maintaining the attitude of an injured but forgiving christian make sheep of yourselves, and the wolf will eat you make the very name of man a term of reproach man is never so convinced of his own wisdom man who cannot dissemble is unfit to reign man had only natural wrongs (no natural rights) man had no rights at all he was property mankind were naturally inclined to calumny manner in which an insult shall be dealt with many greedy priests, of lower rank, had turned shop-keepers maritime heretics matter that men may rather pray for than hope for matters little by what name a government is called meantime the second civil war in france had broken out mediocrity is at a premium meet around a green table except as fencers in the field men were loud in reproof, who had been silent men fought as if war was the normal condition of humanity men who meant what they said and said what they meant mendacity may always obtain over innocence and credulity military virtue in the support of an infamous cause misanthropical, sceptical philosopher misery had come not from their being enemies mistake to stumble a second time over the same stone mistakes might occur from occasional deviations into sincerity mockery of negotiation in which nothing could be negotiated modern statesmanship, even while it practises, condemns monasteries, burned their invaluable libraries mondragon was now ninety-two years old moral nature, undergoes less change than might be hoped more accustomed to do well than to speak well more easily, as he had no intention of keeping the promise more catholic than the pope more fiercely opposed to each other than to papists more apprehension of fraud than of force most detestable verses that even he had ever composed most entirely truthful child whe had ever seen motley was twice sacrificed to personal feelings much as the blind or the deaf towards colour or music myself seeing of it methinketh that i dream names history has often found it convenient to mark its epochs national character, not the work of a few individuals nations tied to the pinafores of children in the nursery natural to judge only by the result natural tendency to suspicion of a timid man nearsighted liberalism necessary to make a virtue of necessity necessity of extirpating heresy, root and branch necessity of deferring to powerful sovereigns necessity of kingship negotiated as if they were all immortal neighbour's blazing roof was likely soon to fire their own neither kings nor governments are apt to value logic neither wished the convocation, while both affected an eagerness neither ambitious nor greedy never peace well made, he observed, without a mighty war never did statesmen know better how not to do never lack of fishers in troubled waters new years day in england, th january by the new style night brings counsel nine syllables that which could be more forcibly expressed in on no one can testify but a householder no man can be neutral in civil contentions no law but the law of the longest purse no two books, as he said, ever injured each other no retrenchments in his pleasures of women, dogs, and buildings no great man can reach the highest position in our government no man is safe (from news reporters) no man could reveal secrets which he did not know no authority over an army which they did not pay no man pretended to think of the state no synod had a right to claim netherlanders as slaves no qualities whatever but birth and audacity to recommend him no generation is long-lived enough to reap the harvest no man ever understood the art of bribery more thoroughly no calumny was too senseless to be invented none but god to compel me to say more than i choose to say nor is the spirit of the age to be pleaded in defence not a friend of giving details larger than my ascertained facts not distinguished for their docility not to let the grass grow under their feet not a single acquaintance in the place, and we glory in the fact not safe for politicians to call each other hard names not his custom nor that of his councillors to go to bed not of the genus reptilia, and could neither creep nor crouch not strong enough to sustain many more such victories not to fall asleep in the shade of a peace negotiation not many more than two hundred catholics were executed not upon words but upon actions not for a new doctrine, but for liberty of conscience not of the stuff of which martyrs are made (erasmus) not so successful as he was picturesque nothing could equal alexander's fidelity, but his perfidy nothing cheap, said a citizen bitterly, but sermons nothing was so powerful as religious difference notre dame at antwerp nowhere was the persecution of heretics more relentless nowhere were so few unproductive consumers o god! what does man come to! obscure were thought capable of dying natural deaths obstinate, of both sexes, to be burned octogenarian was past work and past mischief of high rank but of lamentably low capacity often much tyranny in democracy often necessary to be blind and deaf oldenbarneveld; afterwards so illustrious on the first day four thousand men and women were slaughtered one-half to philip and one-half to the pope and venice (slaves) one-third of philip's effective navy was thus destroyed one golden grain of wit into a sheet of infinite platitude one could neither cry nor laugh within the spanish dominions one of the most contemptible and mischievous of kings (james i) only healthy existence of the french was in a state of war only true religion only citadel against a tyrant and a conqueror was distrust only kept alive by milk, which he drank from a woman's breast only foundation fit for history,--original contemporary document opening an abyss between government and people opposed the subjection of the magistracy by the priesthood oration, fertile in rhetoric and barren in facts orator was, however, delighted with his own performance others that do nothing, do all, and have all the thanks others go to battle, says the historian, these go to war our pot had not gone to the fire as often our mortal life is but a string of guesses at the future outdoing himself in dogmatism and inconsistency over excited, when his prejudices were roughly handled panegyrists of royal houses in the sixteenth century pardon for crimes already committed, or about to be committed pardon for murder, if not by poison, was cheaper partisans wanted not accommodation but victory party hatred was not yet glutted with the blood it had drunk passion is a bad schoolmistress for the memory past was once the present, and once the future pathetic dying words of anne boleyn patriotism seemed an unimaginable idea pauper client who dreamed of justice at the hands of law paving the way towards atheism (by toleration) paying their passage through, purgatory peace founded on the only secure basis, equality of strength peace was desirable, it might be more dangerous than war peace seemed only a process for arriving at war peace and quietness is brought into a most dangerous estate peace-at-any-price party peace, in reality, was war in its worst shape peace was unattainable, war was impossible, truce was inevitable peace would be destruction perfection of insolence perpetually dropping small innuendos like pebbles persons who discussed religious matters were to be put to death petty passion for contemptible details philip ii. gave the world work enough philip of macedon, who considered no city impregnable philip iv. philip, who did not often say a great deal in a few words picturesqueness of crime placid unconsciousness on his part of defeat plain enough that he is telling his own story planted the inquisition in the netherlands played so long with other men's characters and good name plea of infallibility and of authority soon becomes ridiculous plundering the country which they came to protect poisoning, for example, was absolved for eleven ducats pope excommunicated him as a heretic pope and emperor maintain both positions with equal logic portion of these revenues savoured much of black-mail possible to do, only because we see that it has been done pot-valiant hero power the poison of which it is so difficult to resist power to read and write helped the clergy to much wealth power grudged rather than given to the deputies practised successfully the talent of silence pray here for satiety, (said cecil) than ever think of variety preferred an open enemy to a treacherous protector premature zeal was prejudicial to the cause presents of considerable sums of money to the negotiators made presumption in entitling themselves christian preventing wrong, or violence, even towards an enemy priests shall control the state or the state govern the priests princes show what they have in them at twenty-five or never prisoners were immediately hanged privileged to beg, because ashamed to work proceeds of his permission to eat meat on fridays proclaiming the virginity of the virgin's mother procrastination was always his first refuge progress should be by a spiral movement promises which he knew to be binding only upon the weak proposition made by the wolves to the sheep, in the fable protect the common tranquillity by blood, purse, and life provided not one huguenot be left alive in france public which must have a slain reputation to devour purchased absolution for crime and smoothed a pathway to heaven puritanism in holland was a very different thing from england put all those to the torture out of whom anything can be got putting the cart before the oxen queen is entirely in the hands of spain and the priests questioning nothing, doubting nothing, fearing nothing quite mistaken: in supposing himself the emperor's child radical, one who would uproot, is a man whose trade is dangerous rarely able to command, having never learned to obey rashness alternating with hesitation rather a wilderness to reign over than a single heretic readiness to strike and bleed at any moment in her cause readiness at any moment to defend dearly won liberties rearing gorgeous temples where paupers are to kneel reasonable to pay our debts rather than to repudiate them rebuked him for his obedience rebuked the bigotry which had already grown recall of a foreign minister for alleged misconduct in office reformer who becomes in his turn a bigot is doubly odious reformers were capable of giving a lesson even to inquisitors religion was made the strumpet of political ambition religion was rapidly ceasing to be the line of demarcation religion was not to be changed like a shirt religious toleration, which is a phrase of insult religious persecution of protestants by protestants repentance, as usual, had come many hours too late repentant males to be executed with the sword repentant females to be buried alive repose under one despot guaranteed to them by two others repose in the other world, "repos ailleurs" republic, which lasted two centuries republics are said to be ungrateful repudiation of national debts was never heard of before requires less mention than philip iii himself resolve to maintain the civil authority over the military resolved thenceforth to adopt a system of ignorance respect for differences in religious opinions result was both to abandon the provinces and to offend philip revocable benefices or feuds rich enough to be worth robbing righteous to kill their own children road to paris lay through the gates of rome rose superior to his doom and took captivity captive round game of deception, in which nobody was deceived royal plans should be enforced adequately or abandoned entirely ruinous honors rules adopted in regard to pretenders to crowns sacked and drowned ten infant princes sacrificed by the queen for faithfully obeying her orders safest citadel against an invader and a tyrant is distrust sages of every generation, read the future like a printed scroll saint bartholomew's day sale of absolutions was the source of large fortunes to the priests same conjury over ignorant baron and cowardly hind scaffold was the sole refuge from the rack scepticism, which delights in reversing the judgment of centuries schism in the church had become a public fact schism which existed in the general reformed church science of reigning was the science of lying scoffing at the ceremonies and sacraments of the church secret drowning was substituted for public burning secure the prizes of war without the troubles and dangers security is dangerous seeking protection for and against the people seem as if born to make the idea of royalty ridiculous seemed bent on self-destruction seems but a change of masks, of costume, of phraseology sees the past in the pitiless light of the present self-assertion--the healthful but not engaging attribute self-educated man, as he had been a self-taught boy selling the privilege of eating eggs upon fast-days senectus edam maorbus est sent them word by carrier pigeons sentiment of christian self-complacency sentimentality that seems highly apocryphal served at their banquets by hosts of lackeys on their knees seven spaniards were killed, and seven thousand rebels sewers which have ever run beneath decorous christendom shall slavery die, or the great republic? sharpened the punishment for reading the scriptures in private she relieth on a hope that will deceive her she declined to be his procuress she knew too well how women were treated in that country shift the mantle of religion from one shoulder to the other shutting the stable-door when the steed is stolen sick soldiers captured on the water should be hanged sick and wounded wretches were burned over slow fires simple truth was highest skill sixteen of their best ships had been sacrificed slain four hundred and ten men with his own hand slavery was both voluntary and compulsory slender stock of platitudes small matter which human folly had dilated into a great one smooth words, in the plentiful lack of any substantial so much responsibility and so little power so often degenerated into tyranny (calvinism) so much in advance of his time as to favor religious equality so unconscious of her strength soldier of the cross was free upon his return soldiers enough to animate the good and terrify the bad solitary and morose, the necessary consequence of reckless study some rude lessons from that vigorous little commonwealth sometimes successful, even although founded upon sincerity sonnets of petrarch sovereignty was heaven-born, anointed of god spain was governed by an established terrorism spaniards seem wise, and are madmen sparing and war have no affinity together spendthrift of time, he was an economist of blood spirit of a man who wishes to be proud of his country st. peter's dome rising a little nearer to the clouds st. bartholomew was to sleep for seven years longer stake or gallows (for) heretics to transubstantiation stand between hope and fear state can best defend religion by letting it alone states were justified in their almost unlimited distrust steeped to the lips in sloth which imagined itself to be pride storm by which all these treasures were destroyed (in days) strangled his nineteen brothers on his accession strength does a falsehood acquire in determined and skilful hand string of homely proverbs worthy of sancho panza stroke of a broken table knife sharpened on a carriage wheel studied according to his inclinations rather than by rule style above all other qualities seems to embalm for posterity subtle and dangerous enemy who wore the mask of a friend succeeded so well, and had been requited so ill successful in this step, he is ready for greater ones such a crime as this had never been conceived (bankruptcy) such an excuse was as bad as the accusation suicide is confession superfluous sarcasm suppress the exercise of the roman religion sure bind, sure find sword in hand is the best pen to write the conditions of peace take all their imaginations and extravagances for truths talked impatiently of the value of my time tanchelyn taxation upon sin taxed themselves as highly as fifty per cent taxes upon income and upon consumption tempest of passion and prejudice ten thousand two hundred and twenty individuals were burned tension now gave place to exhaustion that vile and mischievous animal called the people that crowned criminal, philip the second that unholy trinity--force; dogma, and ignorance that cynical commerce in human lives that he tries to lay the fault on us is pure malice the tragedy of don carlos the worst were encouraged with their good success the history of the netherlands is history of liberty the great ocean was but a spanish lake the divine speciality of a few transitory mortals the sapling was to become the tree the nation which deliberately carves itself in pieces the expenses of james's household the catholic league and the protestant union the blaze of a hundred and fifty burning vessels the magnitude of this wonderful sovereign's littleness the defence of the civil authority against the priesthood the assassin, tortured and torn by four horses the gaul was singularly unchaste the vivifying becomes afterwards the dissolving principle the bad duke of burgundy, philip surnamed "the good," the greatest crime, however, was to be rich the more conclusive arbitration of gunpowder the disunited provinces the noblest and richest temple of the netherlands was a wreck the voice of slanderers the calf is fat and must be killed the illness was a convenient one the egg had been laid by erasmus, hatched by luther the perpetual reproductions of history the very word toleration was to sound like an insult the most thriving branch of national industry (smuggler) the pigmy, as the late queen had been fond of nicknaming him the slightest theft was punished with the gallows the art of ruling the world by doing nothing the wisest statesmen are prone to blunder in affairs of war the alcoran was less cruel than the inquisition the people had not been invented the small children diminished rapidly in numbers the busy devil of petty economy the record of our race is essentially unwritten the truth in shortest about matters of importance the time for reasoning had passed the effect of energetic, uncompromising calumny the evils resulting from a confederate system of government the vehicle is often prized more than the freight the faithful servant is always a perpetual ass the dead men of the place are my intimate friends the loss of hair, which brings on premature decay the personal gifts which are nature's passport everywhere the nation is as much bound to be honest as is the individual the fellow mixes blood with his colors! their existence depended on war their own roofs were not quite yet in a blaze theological hatred was in full blaze throughout the country theology and politics were one there is no man who does not desire to enjoy his own there was but one king in europe, henry the bearnese there are few inventions in morals there was no use in holding language of authority to him there was apathy where there should have been enthusiasm there is no man fitter for that purpose than myself therefore now denounced the man whom he had injured these human victims, chained and burning at the stake they had come to disbelieve in the mystery of kingcraft they chose to compel no man's conscience they could not invent or imagine toleration they knew very little of us, and that little wrong they have killed him, 'e ammazato,' cried concini they were always to deceive every one, upon every occasion they liked not such divine right nor such gentle-mindedness they had at last burned one more preacher alive things he could tell which are too odious and dreadful thirty thousand masses should be said for his soul thirty-three per cent. interest was paid (per month) thirty years' war tread on the heels of the forty years this somebody may have been one whom we should call nobody this, then, is the reward of forty years' service to the state this obstinate little republic this wonderful sovereign's littleness oppresses the imagination those who fish in troubled waters only to fill their own nets those who "sought to swim between two waters" those who argue against a foregone conclusion thought that all was too little for him thousands of burned heretics had not made a single convert three hundred fighting women three hundred and upwards are hanged annually in london three or four hundred petty sovereigns (of germany) throw the cat against their legs thus hand-werpen, hand-throwing, became antwerp time and myself are two tis pity he is not an englishman to think it capable of error, is the most devilish heresy of all to stifle for ever the right of free enquiry to attack england it was necessary to take the road of ireland to hear the last solemn commonplaces to prefer poverty to the wealth attendant upon trade to shirk labour, infinite numbers become priests and friars to doubt the infallibility of calvin was as heinous a crime to negotiate with government in england was to bribe to milk, the cow as long as she would give milk to work, ever to work, was the primary law of his nature to negotiate was to bribe right and left, and at every step to look down upon their inferior and lost fellow creatures toil and sacrifices of those who have preceded us tolerate another religion that his own may be tolerated tolerating religious liberty had never entered his mind toleration--that intolerable term of insult toleration thought the deadliest heresy of all torquemada's administration (of the inquisition) torturing, hanging, embowelling of men, women, and children tranquil insolence tranquillity rather of paralysis than of health tranquillity of despotism to the turbulence of freedom triple marriages between the respective nurseries trust her sword, not her enemy's word twas pity, he said, that both should be heretics twenty assaults upon fame and had forty books killed under him two witnesses sent him to the stake, one witness to the rack tyrannical spirit of calvinism tyranny, ever young and ever old, constantly reproducing herself uncouple the dogs and let them run under the name of religion (so many crimes) understood the art of managing men, particularly his superiors undue anxiety for impartiality unduly dejected in adversity unequivocal policy of slave emancipation unimaginable outrage as the most legitimate industry universal suffrage was not dreamed of at that day unlearned their faith in bell, book, and candle unproductive consumption being accounted most sagacious unproductive consumption was alarmingly increasing unremitted intellectual labor in an honorable cause unwise impatience for peace upon their knees, served the queen with wine upon one day twenty-eight master cooks were dismissed upper and lower millstones of royal wrath and loyal subserviency use of the spade usual phraseology of enthusiasts usual expedient by which bad legislation on one side countered utter disproportions between the king's means and aims utter want of adaptation of his means to his ends uttering of my choler doth little ease my grief or help my case uunmeaning phrases of barren benignity vain belief that they were men at eighteen or twenty valour on the one side and discretion on the other villagers, or villeins visible atmosphere of power the poison of which volatile word was thought preferable to the permanent letter vows of an eternal friendship of several weeks' duration waiting the pleasure of a capricious and despotic woman walk up and down the earth and destroy his fellow-creatures war was the normal and natural condition of mankind war was the normal condition of christians war to compel the weakest to follow the religion of the strongest was it astonishing that murder was more common than fidelity? wasting time fruitlessly is sharpening the knife for himself we were sold by their negligence who are now angry with us we believe our mothers to have been honest women we are beginning to be vexed we must all die once we have been talking a little bit of truth to each other we have the reputation of being a good housewife we mustn't tickle ourselves to make ourselves laugh wealth was an unpardonable sin wealthy papists could obtain immunity by an enormous fine weapons weary of place without power weep oftener for her children than is the usual lot of mothers weight of a thousand years of error what exchequer can accept chronic warfare and escape bankruptcy what could save the house of austria, the cause of papacy what was to be done in this world and believed as to the next when persons of merit suffer without cause when all was gone, they began to eat each other when the abbot has dice in his pocket, the convent will play whether dead infants were hopelessly damned whether murders or stratagems, as if they were acts of virtue whether repentance could effect salvation while one's friends urge moderation who the "people" exactly were who loved their possessions better than their creed whole revenue was pledged to pay the interest, on his debts whose mutual hatred was now artfully inflamed by partisans william of nassau, prince of orange william brewster wise and honest a man, although he be somewhat longsome wiser simply to satisfy himself wish to sell us the bear-skin before they have killed the bear wish to appear learned in matters of which they are ignorant with something of feline and feminine duplicity wonder equally at human capacity to inflict and to endure misery wonders whether it has found its harbor or only lost its anchor word peace in spanish mouths simply meant the holy inquisition word-mongers who, could clothe one shivering thought words are always interpreted to the disadvantage of the weak work of the aforesaid puritans and a few jesuits world has rolled on to fresher fields of carnage and ruin worn crescents in their caps at leyden worn nor caused to be worn the collar of the serf worship god according to the dictates of his conscience would not help to burn fifty or sixty thousand netherlanders wrath of the jesuits at this exercise of legal authority wrath of bigots on both sides wrath of that injured personage as he read such libellous truths wringing a dry cloth for drops of evidence write so illegibly or express himself so awkwardly writing letters full of injured innocence yes, there are wicked men about yesterday is the preceptor of to-morrow you must show your teeth to the spaniard quotes and images from o. w. holmes, sr. oliver wendell holmes editor's note this is the physician and poet, not his son of the same name who was a supreme court justice and famous in his own right. very early on dr. holmes became my mentor and guide in the philosophy of medicine. though his world-wide fame was based on his prose and poetry, he was an eminent leader in medicine. many--too many years ago i would often assign holmes' "medical essays" to a medical student whose sharp edges of science needed some rounding-off with a touch of humanity. i have no longer the privilege of assigning anything to anybody, yet encourage any of you, especially any who may be physicians, to read the thoughts of a family doctor of the early 's. a misprint kills a sensitive author absolute, peremptory facts are bullies advised every literary man to have a profession. afraid of books who have not handled them from infancy age and neglect united gradually agreed on certain ultimata of belief algebraic symbols of minds which have grown too weak all his geese are swans all men are bores, except when we want them all men love all women all the forms of moral excellence, except truth all want to reach old age and grumble when they get it and now we two are walking the long path in peace together another privilege of talking is to misquote arc in the movement of a large intellect as i understand truth as to clever people's hating each other as a child, he should have tumbled about in a library asked solon what made him dare to be so obstinate assume a standard of judgment in our own minds at the mercy of every superior mind audacious self-esteem, with good ground for it automatic and involuntary actions of the mind babbage's calculating machine be very careful to whom you trust one of these keys beautiful effects from wit,--all the prismatic colors been in the same precise circumstances before behave like men and gentlemen about it, if you know how. beliefs are rooted in human wants and weakness, and die hard bells which small trades-people connect with their shop-doors better for mankind,--and all the worse for the fishes better too few words, from the woman we love bewitching cup of self-quackery bill which will render pockets a superfluity in your next suit blank checks of intellectual bankruptcy bowing and nodding over the music brain often runs away with the heart's best blood brilliant flashes--of silence! brute beasts of the intellectual domain bury in it beliefs, doubts, dreams, hopes, and terrors but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor. but it was in talking of life that we came most nearly together called an old man for the first time character is distinctly shown at the age of four months. cigar clairvoyance which sees into things without opening them code of finalities is a necessary condition of profitable talk cold shower-bath the world furnishes gratis comfort is essential to enjoyment commerce is just putting his granite foot upon them common sense, as you understand it. common sense was good enough for him compare the racer with the trotter conceit is just a natural thing to human minds conceit has the virtue of making them cheerful conclusion that he or she is really dull conflicting advice of all manner of officious friends consciousness of carrying a "settler" in the form of a fact controversy conversation which is suggestive rather than argumentative conversational fungi spring up most luxuriantly conversational bully conversational blank checks or counters conversational soprano creative action is not voluntary at all crippled souls crow with a king-bird after him cut your climate to your constitution dangerous subjects demand for intellectual labor is so enormous did i believe in love at first sight? didn't know truth was such an invalid differ on the fundamental principles dishwater from the washings of english dandyism disputing about remainders and fractions do wish she would get well--or something do you know how important good jockeying is to authors? do you ever wonder why poets talk so much about flowers? do not be bullied out of your common sense by the specialist don't make your moral staple consist of the negative virtues don't believe any man ever talked like that in this world don't begin to pry till you have got the long arm on your side don't ever think the poetry is dead in an old man don't be in a hurry to choose your friends doomed to the pangs of an undeceived self-estimate dullest of teachers is the one who does not know what to omit dulness is not commonly a game fish earned your money by the dose you have taken easier to dispute it than to disprove it easier to say this than to prove it educational factory elysian abandonment of a huge recumbent chair. every person's feelings have a front-door and a side-door extra talent does sometimes make people jealous facts always yield the place of honor, in conversation fall silent and think they are thinking few, if any, were ruined by drinking flash terms for words which truly characterize their objects. fortune is the measure of intelligence fortune had left her, sorrow had baptized her friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things gambling with dice or stocks gambling, on the great scale, is not republican generalize the disease and individualize the patient generally ruined before they became drunkards genius in an essentially common person is detestable gift of seeing themselves in the true light give it an intellectual shake and hold it up to the light give us the luxuries of life good for nothing until they have been long kept and used good feeling helps society to make liars of most of us good americans, when they die, go to paris got his hand up, as a pointer lifts his forefoot governed, not by, but according to laws grave without a stone where nothing but a man is buried great silent-moving misery puts a new stamp on us grow we must, if we outgrow all that we love grow old early, if you would be old long habit is a labor-saving invention habits are the crutches of old age half knowledge dreads nothing but whole knowledge half-censure divided between the parties hard it is for some people to get out of a room he did not know so much about old age then as he does now he that has once done you a kindness he who is carried by horses must deal with rogues height of art to conceal art her breathing was somewhat hurried and high, or thoracic here lies buried the soul of the licentiate pedro garcias hire logic, in the shape of a lawyer hold their outspread hands over your head holes in all her pockets hoped he did deserve a little abuse occasionally hopelessly dull discourse acts inductively how long will school-keeping take to kill you? hung with moss, looking like bearded druids hydrostatic paradox of controversy i always believed in life rather than in books i always break down when folks cry in my face i allow no "facts" at this table i show my thought, another his i tell my secrets too easily when i am downhearted. i love horses i think i have not been attacked enough for it i never think i have hit hard unless it rebounds i replied with my usual forbearance i am my own son, as it seems to me i had not thought love was ever meant for me. i hate books i have lived by the sea-shore and by the mountains i have taken all knowledge to be my province if so and so, we should have been this or that if they have run as well as they knew how! if i thought i should ever see the alps! il faut ne pas brutaliser la machine in what direction we are moving incipit allegoria senectutis. infinite ocean of similitudes and analogies insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked insanity intellectual companions can be found easily is this the mighty ocean?--is this all? it is by little things that we know ourselves it is pleasant to be foolish at the right time judge men's minds by comparing with mine keep his wit in the background key to this side-door knowledge and timber only useful when seasoned la main de fer sous le gant de velours laid the egg of the reformation which luther hatched laughs at times at the grand airs "science" puts on law of the road with regard to handsome faces leading a string of my mind's daughters to market leap at a single bound into celebrity learn anything twice as easily as in my earlier days leave your friend to learn unpleasant truths from his enemies lecturer is public property let us cry! liability of all men to be elected to public office life would be nothing without paper-credit life is maintained by the respiration of oxygen and of sentiment like taking the cat in your lap after holding a squirrel listen to what others say about subjects you have studied little great man little muscle which knows its importance little narrow streaks of specialized knowledge live on the reputation of the reputation they might have made living in a narrow world of dry habits logic logicians carry the surveyor's chain over the track long illness is the real vampyrism look through the silvered rings of the arcus senilis! love must be either rich or rosy love is sparingly soluble in the words of men love-capacity is a congenital endowment lying is unprofitable made up your mind to do when you ask them for advice man of family man who means to be honest for a literary pickpocket man is father to the boy that was man's and a woman's dusting a library man's first life-story shall clean him out, so to speak mathematical fact may doubt everything to-day if i will only do it civilly meaningless blushing mechanical invention had exhausted itself memory is a net men that know everything except how to make a living men grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay men of facts wait their turn in grim silence men who have found new occupations when growing old men that it weakens one to talk with an hour men are fools, cowards, and liars all at once might have hired an earthquake for less money! moralist and occasional sermonizer most of our common, working beliefs are probabilities moved as if all her articulations were elbow-joints much ashamed of some people for retaining their reason must not read such a string of verses too literally must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it must be weaned from his late suppers now napoleon's test nature dresses and undresses them nature, who always has her pockets full of seeds nearest approach to flying that man has ever made neither make too much of flaws or overstatements never forget where they have put their money no families take so little medicine as those of doctors no fresh truth ever gets into a book no man knows his own voice nobody is so old he doesn't think he can live a year none of my business to inquire what other persons think nutritious diet of active sympathetic benevolence oblivion as residuary legatee oblivion's uncatalogued library odious trick of speech or manners must be got rid of. oh, so patient she is, this imperturbable nature! old age old age appear as a series of personal insults and indignities old jokes are dynamometers of mental tension one very sad thing in old friendships one whose patients are willing to die in his hands one doesn't like to be cruel,--and yet one hates to lie one that goes in a nurse may come out an angel one can generally tell these wholesale thieves easily enough open patches where the sun gets in and goes to sleep oracle original, though you have uttered it a hundred times ought to produce insanity in every well-regulated mind our brains are seventy-year clocks overrate their own flesh and blood painted there by reflection from our faces passion never laughs people in the green stage of millionism people that make puns are like wanton boys person is really full of information, and does not abuse it personal incidents that call up single sharp pictures physical necessity to talk out what is in the mind picket-guard at the extreme outpost plagiarism pluck survives stamina poem must be kept and used, like a meerschaum, or a violin poetry, instead of making one other heart happy poetry of words is quite as beautiful as that of sentences poor creature that does not often repeat himself poverty is evidence of limited capacity power of human beings is a very strictly limited agency power of music pretensions of presumptuous ignorance pride, in the sense of contemning others probabilities project a principle full in the face of obvious fact! provincial conceit, which some of us must plead guilty to. pseudo-science pseudological inanity public itself, which insists on being poisoned pun is prima facie an insult put coppers on the railroad-tracks qu'est ce qu'il a fait? what has he done? quackery and idolatry are all but immortal question everything racing horses are essentially gambling implements rapidity with which ideas grow old in our memories rather meet three of the scowlers than one of the smilers. rather longer than usual dressing that morning regained my freedom with a sigh religious mental disturbances remarkably intelligent audience remarks like so many postage-stamps returning thanks after a dinner of many courses ribbon which has strangled so many false pretensions sad thing to be born a sneaking fellow saddle-leather is in some respects even preferable saint may be a sinner that never got down to "hard pan" saturation-point of each mind differs from that of every other saying one thing about it and believing another scientific certainty has no spring in it scientific knowledge second story projecting see if the ripe fruit were better or worse self-assertion, such as free suffrage introduces self-love is a cup without any bottom self-made men? self-unconsciousness of genius sense of smell sentenced to capital punishment for the crime of living "sentimentality," which is sentiment overdone "settler" in the form of a fact or a revolver several false premises shake the same bough again she who nips off the end of a brittle courtesy she always laughs and cries in the right places shut out, not all light, but all the light they do not want shy of asking questions of those who know enough to destroy sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all single combats between dead authors and living housemaids singular inability to weigh the value of testimony six persons engaged in every dialogue between two slow to accept marvellous stories and many forms of superstition small potatoes always get to the bottom. smiling at present follies so long as a woman can talk, there is nothing she cannot bear so much woman in it,--muliebrity, as well as femineity so much must be pardoned to humanity society is a strong solution of books society of mutual admiration sold his sensibilities some people that think everything pitiable is so funny some people think that truth and gold are always to be washed for somebody had been calling him an old man something she is ashamed of, or ought to be something better than flowers; it is a seed-capsule somewhere,--somewhere,--love is in store for them stages of life struggle with the ever-rising mists of delusion stupidity often saves a man from going mad style is the man sudden conviction that i had seen it somewhere takes very little to spoil everything for writer, talker, lover talk about those subjects you have had long in your mind talk, to me, is only spading up the ground for crops of thought talk without words is half their conversation talkers who have what may be called jerky minds talking with a dull friend affords great relief talking is like playing on the harp talking is one of the fine arts talking shapes our thoughts for us tears that we weep inwardly with unchanging features temptation of money and fame is too great for young people tepid and unstimulating expression of enthusiasm terrible smile thanklessness of critical honesty that great procession of the unloved the house is quite as much the body we live in the schoolmistress had tried life, too the amen! of nature is always a flower the race that shortens its weapons lengthens its boundaries the year eighteen hundred and ever-so-few the way to argue down a vice is not to tell lies about it their business is not a matter of sympathy, but of intellect there is no elasticity in a mathematical fact there is a higher law in grammar, not to be put down there is almost always at least one key to this side-door think only in single file front this day forward think of the griefs that die unspoken! third vowel as its center this is the shortest way,--she said this is one of those cases in which the style is the man those who ask your opinion really want your praise time is a fact to trifle with the vocabulary to pay up, to own up, and to shut up, if beaten too late!---- "it might have been."---- amen! travellers change their guineas, but not their characters triumph of the ciphering hand-organ true state of creative genius is allied to reverie, or dreaming truth must roll, or nobody can do anything with it truth is only safe when diluted truth's sharp corners get terribly rounded truths a man carries about with him are his tools turn over any old falsehood unadorned and in plain calico undertakers unpacks and unfolds incidental illustrations unpretending mediocrity is good virtually old when it first makes its appearance virtue passed through the hem of their parchment virtues of a sporting man vulgarism of language wait awhile! walls of that larger inquisition which we call civilization want of ideas, want of words, want of manners we die out of houses, just as we die out of our bodies we always compare ourselves with our contemporaries. we are all theological students we carry happiness into our condition we don't read what we don't like we never tell our secrets to people that pump for them. wedded, faded away, threw themselves away wedding-ring conveys a right to a key to this side-door weeded their circle pretty well of these unfortunates what a satire, by the way, is that machine what are the great faults of conversation? whether anything can be conscious of its own flavor?? whether gifted with the accident of beauty or not while she is silent, nature is working for her who is in advance of it or even with it wholesale professional dealers in misfortune why authors and actors are ashamed of being funny? why did i not ask? you will say will you take the long path with me? winning-post a slab of white or gray stone wit knows that his place is at the tail of a procession. wonder how my great trees are coming on this summer. world calls him hard names, probably world has a million roosts for a man, but only one nest. yes, i am a man, like another young man knows the rules, but the old man knows the exceptions youth and age--something in the soul if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then click on the url for the plain text ebook just below and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. entire project gutenberg holmes' edition ( . mb) http://www.ibiblio.org/gutenberg/etext /ohent .txt quotes and images from columbus by young christopher columbus by filson young a man standing on the sea-shore absent for a little time, and his organisation went to pieces all days, however hard, have an evening, and all journeys an end amerigo vespucci and every one goes naked and unashamed at last extricate himself from the theological stupor attempts that have been made to glorify him socially bede, in the eighth century, established it finally (sphericity) began to offer bargains to the almighty believed that the spaniards came from heaven biography which obscures the truth with legends and pretences cannibal epicures did not care for the flesh of women and boys christian era denied the theory of the roundness of the earth columbus, calling for an egg, laid a wager columbus never once mentions his wife columbus's habit of being untruthful in regard to his own past cooling off in his enthusiasm as the pastime became a task desire to get a great deal of money without working for it diminishing object to the wet eyes of his mother, sailed away dogs wagged their tails, but that never barked establishment of ten footmen and twenty other servants exchanging the natives for cattle first known discovery of tobacco by europeans first organised transaction of slavery on the part of columbus freed by force and with guns having issued three bulls in twenty-four hours, he desisted he had a way of rising above petty indignities he was a great stickler for the observances of religion hearts quick to burn, quick to forget heretics were being burned every year by the grand inquisitor high time, indeed, that they should be taught to wear clothing idea of importing black african labour to the new world ideas to him were of more value than facts if there were no results, there would be no rewards inclined to be pompous irving: so inaccurate, so untrue to life, and so profoundly dull islands in that sea had their greatest length east and west juan ponce de leon, the discoverer of florida learn the blessings of christianity under the whip lives happily in our dreams, as blank as sunshine logic is irresistible if you only grant the first little step loose way in which the term india was applied in the middle ages man with a grievance man of single rather than manifold ideas more than a touch of crafty and elaborate dissimulation nautical phrase "make it so." never to deal with subordinates no more troubled by any wonder, sleeps at last no spanish women accompanied it ( d expedition) nothing so ludicrous as an idea to those who do not share it only confirmative evidence remained patience which holds men back from theorising presence of the owner makes the horse fat professors of christ brought not peace, but a sword religion has in our days fallen into decay saw potatoes also, although they did not know what they were sea of darkness seeking to hire the protection of the virgin she must either sin or be celibate shifts and deceits that he practised spaniards sometimes hanged thirteen of them in a row spaniards undertook to teach the heathen the christian religion st. chrysostom opposed the theory of the earth's roundness stayed till night to eat their sop for fear of seeing (weevils) stuffed so full indeed that eyes and ears are closed tasks that are the common heritage of all small boys terror and amazement; they had never seen horses before the cross and the sword, the whip-lash and the gospel the great thing in those days was to discover something the missionary walked beside the slave-driver the terrified seamen making vows to the virgin theologians, however, proved equal to the occasion there is deception and untruth somewhere they saw the past in the light of the present took himself and the world very seriously vague longing and unrest that is the life-force of the world when the pot boils the scum rises to the surface who never could meet any trouble without grumbling if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the ebook below and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the complete pg christopher columbus http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm quotes and images: memoirs of louis xiv. memoirs of louis xiv. duc de saint-simon a cardinal may be poisoned, stabbed, got rid of altogether a good friend when a friend at all, which was rare a king's son, a king's father, and never a king a lingering fear lest the sick man should recover a king is made for his subjects, and not the subjects for him admit our ignorance, and not to give fictions and inventions aptitude did not come up to my desire arranged his affairs that he died without money artagnan, captain of the grey musketeers believed that to undertake and succeed were only the same things but with a crawling baseness equal to her previous audacity capacity was small, and yet he believed he knew everything compelled to pay, who would have preferred giving voluntarily conjugal impatience of the duc de bourgogne countries of the inquisition, where science is a crime danger of inducing hypocrisy by placing devotion too high death came to laugh at him for the sweating labour he had taken depopulated a quarter of the realm desmarets no longer knew of what wood to make a crutch enriched one at the expense of the other exceeded all that was promised of her, and all that i had hoped few would be enriched at the expense of the many for penance: "we must make our servants fast" for want of better support i sustained myself with courage found it easier to fly into a rage than to reply from bad to worse was easy he had pleased (the king) by his drugs he limped audaciously he was often firm in promises he was so good that i sometimes reproached him for it he was born bored; he was so accustomed to live out of himself he liked nobody to be in any way superior to him he was scarcely taught how to read or write he was accused of putting on an imperceptible touch of rouge height to which her insignificance had risen his death, so happy for him and so sad for his friends his habits were publicly known to be those of the greeks his great piety contributed to weaken his mind i abhorred to gain at the expense of others ignorance and superstition the first of virtues imagining themselves everywhere in marvellous danger of capture in order to say something cutting to you, says it to himself indiscreet and tyrannical charity interests of all interested painted on their faces it is a sign that i have touched the sore point jesuits: all means were good that furthered his designs juggle, which put the wealth of peter into the pockets of paul king was being wheeled in his easy chair in the gardens less easily forget the injuries we inflict than those received madame de maintenon in returning young and poor from america make religion a little more palpable manifesto of a man who disgorges his bile mightily tired of masters and books monseigneur, who had been out wolf-hunting more facility i have as king to gratify myself my wife went to bed, and received a crowd of visitors never been able to bend her to a more human way of life never was a man so ready with tears, so backward with grief no means, therefore, of being wise among so many fools not allowing ecclesiastics to meddle with public affairs of a politeness that was unendurable oh, my lord! how many virtues you make me detest omissions must be repaired as soon as they are perceived others were not allowed to dream as he had lived people who had only sores to share people with difficulty believe what they have seen persuaded themselves they understood each other polite when necessary, but insolent when he dared pope excommunicated those who read the book or kept it pope not been ashamed to extol the saint-bartholomew promotion was granted according to length of service received all the court in her bed reproaches rarely succeed in love revocation of the edict of nantes rome must be infallible, or she is nothing said that if they were good, they were sure to be hated saw peace desired were they less inclined to listen to terms scarcely any history has been written at first hand seeing him eat olives with a fork! she lose her head, and her accomplice to be broken on the wheel spark of ambition would have destroyed all his edifice spoil all by asking too much spoke only about as much as three or four women sulpicians supported by unanswerable reasons that did not convince suspicion of a goitre, which did not ill become her teacher lost little, because he had little to lose the clergy, to whom envy is not unfamiliar the porter and the soldier were arrested and tortured the shortness of each day was his only sorrow the most horrible sights have often ridiculous contrasts the argument of interest is the best of all with monks the nothingness of what the world calls great destinies the safest place on the continent there was no end to the outrageous civilities of m. de coislin touched, but like a man who does not wish to seem so unreasonable love of admiration, was his ruin we die as we have lived, and 'tis rare it happens otherwise whatever course i adopt many people will condemn me whitehall, the largest and ugliest palace in europe who counted others only as they stood in relation to himself wise and disdainful silence is difficult to keep under reverses with him one's life was safe world; so unreasoning, and so little in accord with itself if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. memoirs of louis xiv. by saint-simon http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm quotes and images: campan's marie antoinette memoirs of marie antoinette by madame campan a man born solely to contradict advised the king not to separate himself from his army ah, madame, we have all been killed in our masters' service! alas! her griefs double mine! allowed her candles and as much firewood as she wanted better to die than to implicate anybody brought me her daughter hortense de beauharnais carried the idea of the prerogative of rank to a high pitch common and blamable practice of indulgence condescension which renders approbation more offensive customs are nearly equal to laws difference between brilliant theories and the simplest practice dignified tone which alone secures the respect due to power displaying her acquirements with rather too much confidence duc d'orleans, when called on to give his vote for death of king elegant entertainments were given to doctor franklin etiquette still existed at court, dignity alone was wanting extreme simplicity was the queens first and only real mistake fashion of wearing a black coat without being in mourning favourite of a queen is not, in france, a happy one formed rather to endure calamity with patience than to contend grand-dieu, mamma! will it be yesterday over again? happiness does not dwell in palaces he is afraid to command his ruin was resolved on; they passed to the order of the day his seraglio in the parc-aux-cerfs history of the man with the iron mask how can i have any regret when i partake your misfortunes i hate all that savours of fanaticism i do not like these rhapsodies i love the conveniences of life too well if ever i establish a republic of women.... indulge in the pleasure of vice and assume the credit of virtue king (gave) the fatal order to the swiss to cease firing la fayette to rescue the royal family and convey them to rouen leave me in peace; be assured that i can put no heir in danger louis philippe, the usurper of the inheritance of her family mirabeau forgot that it was more easy to do harm than good most intriguing little carmelite in the kingdom my father fortunately found a library which amused him never shall a drop of french blood be shed by my order no one is more dangerous than a man clothed with recent authority no accounting for the caprices of a woman no ears that will discover when she (the princess) is out of tune none but little minds dreaded little books observe the least pretension on account of the rank or fortune of course i shall be either hissed or applauded. on domestic management depends the preservation of their fortune prevent disorder from organising itself princes thus accustomed to be treated as divinities princess at years was not mistress of the whole alphabet rabble, always ready to insult genius, virtue, and misfortune saw no other advantage in it than that of saving her own life she often carried her economy to a degree of parsimony shocking to find so little a man in the son of the marechal shun all kinds of confidence simplicity of the queen's toilet began to be strongly censured so many crimes perpetrated under that name (liberty) spirit of party can degrade the character of a nation subjecting the vanquished to be tried by the conquerors taken pains only to render himself beloved by his pupil tastes may change that air of truth which always carries conviction the author (beaumarchais) was sent to prison soon afterwards the jesuits were suppressed the three ministers, more ambitious than amorous the charge of extravagance the emigrant party have their intrigues and schemes the king delighted to manage the most disgraceful points the anti-austrian party, discontented and vindictive there is not one real patriot among all this infamous horde they say you live very poorly here, moliere those muskets were immediately embarked and sold to the americans those who did it should not pretend to wish to remedy it to be formally mistress, a husband had to be found true nobility, gentlemen, consists in giving proofs of it ventured to give such rash advice: inoculation was but one brilliant action that she could perform we must have obedience, and no reasoning well, this is royally ill played! what do young women stand in need of?--mothers! when kings become prisoners they are very near death while the queen was blamed, she was blindly imitated whispered in his mother's ear, "was that right?" "would be a pity," she said, "to stop when so fairly on the road" young prince suffered from the rickets your swords have rusted in their scabbards if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. marie antoinette by madam campan http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm none quotes and images: court of st. cloud memoirs of the court of st. cloud a gentleman at paris a stranger to remorse and repentance, as well as to honour accused of fanaticism, because she refused to cohabit with him all his creditors, denounced and executed all priests are to be proscribed as criminals as everywhere else, supported injustice by violence as confident and obstinate as ignorant bestowing on the almighty the passions of mortals bonaparte and his wife go now every morning to hear mass bonaparte dreads more the liberty of the press than all other bourrienne bow to their charlatanism as if it was sublimity cannot be expressed, and if expressed, would not be believed chevalier of the guillotine: toureaux complacency which may be felt, but ought never to be published country where power forces the law to lie dormant distinguished for their piety or rewarded for their flattery easy to give places to men to whom nature has refused parts encounter with dignity and self-command unbecoming provocations error to admit any neutrality at all expeditious justice, as it is called here extravagances of a head filled with paradoxes feeling, however, the want of consolation in their misfortunes forced military men to kneel before priests french revolution was fostered by robbery and murder future effects dreaded from its past enormities general who is too fond of his life ought never to enter a camp generals of cabinets are often indifferent captains in the field god is only the invention of fear gold, changes black to white, guilt to innocence hail their sophistry and imposture as inspiration he was too honest to judge soundly and to act rightly her present serene idiot, as she styles the prince borghese hero of great ambition and small capacity: la fayette how many reputations are gained by an impudent assurance how much people talk about what they do not comprehend if bonaparte is fond of flattery__pays for it like a real emperor indifference about futurity indifference of the french people to all religion invention of new tortures and improved racks irresolution and weakness in a commander operate the same its pretensions rose in proportion to the condescensions jealous of his wife as a lover of his mistress justice is invoked in vain when the criminal is powerful labour as much as possible in the dark love of life increase in proportion as its real value diminishes marble lives longer than man may change his habitations six times in the month--yet be home men and women, old men and children are no more military diplomacy misfortunes and proscription would not only inspire courage more vain than ambitious my maid always sleeps with me when my husband is absent my means were the boundaries of my wants napoleon invasion of states of the american commonwealth nature has destined him to obey, and not to govern not suspected of any vices, but all his virtues are negative not only portable guillotines, but portable jacobin clubs nothing was decided, though nothing was refused now that she is old (as is generally the case), turned devotee one of the negative accomplices of the criminal opinion almost constitutes half the strength of armies prelate on whom bonaparte intends to confer the roman tiara prepared to become your victim, but not your accomplice presumptuous charlatan pretensions or passions of upstart vanity pride of an insupportable and outrageous ambition procure him after a useless life, a glorious death promises of impostors or fools to delude the ignorant prudence without weakness, and with firmness without obstinacy saints supplied her with a finger, a toe, or some other parts salaries as the men, under the name of washerwomen satisfying himself with keeping three mistresses only should our system of cringing continue progressively sold cats' meat and tripe in the streets of rome step is but short from superstition to infidelity sufferings of individuals, he said, are nothing suspicion and tyranny are inseparable companions suspicion is evidence they will create some quarrel to destroy you they ought to be just before they are generous "this is the age of upstarts," said talleyrand thought at least extraordinary, even by our friends thought himself eloquent when only insolent or impertinent two hundred and twenty thousand prostitute licenses under the notion of being frank, are rude united states will be exposed to napoleon's outrages usurped the easy direction of ignorance vices or virtues of all civilized nations are relatively the same want is the parent of industry we are tired of everything, even of our existence were my generals as great fools as some of my ministers which crime in power has interest to render impenetrable who complains is shot as a conspirator with us, unfortunately, suspicion is the same as conviction would cease to rule the day he became just if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. memoirs of the court of st. cloud http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/ / / / / -h/ -h.htm [the greek transliterations throughout this file are either missing or very suspect.] [illustration: f. finden sculp. _london, john murray, albernarle st. _] [autographed: dear sir, your obliged servant. s. t. coleridge] specimens of the table talk of samuel taylor coleridge. to james gillman, esquire, of the grove, highgate, and to mrs. gillman, this volume is gratefully inscribed. preface. * * * * * it is nearly fifteen years since i was, for the first time, enabled to become a frequent and attentive visitor in mr. coleridge's domestic society. his exhibition of intellectual power in living discourse struck me at once as unique and transcendant; and upon my return home, on the very first evening which i spent with him after my boyhood, i committed to writing, as well as i could, the principal topics of his conversation in his own words. i had no settled design at that time of continuing the work, but simply made the note in something like a spirit of vexation that such a strain of music as i had just heard, should not last forever. what i did once, i was easily induced by the same feeling to do again; and when, after many years of affectionate communion between us, the painful existence of my revered relative on earth was at length finished in peace, my occasional notes of what he had said in my presence had grown to a mass, of which this volume contains only such parts as seem fit for present publication. i know, better than any one can tell me, how inadequately these specimens represent the peculiar splendour and individuality of mr. coleridge's conversation. how should it be otherwise? who could always follow to the turning-point his long arrow-flights of thought? who could fix those ejaculations of light, those tones of a prophet, which at times have made me bend before him as before an inspired man? such acts of spirit as these were too subtle to be fettered down on paper; they live--if they can live any where--in the memories alone of those who witnessed them. yet i would fain hope that these pages will prove that all is not lost;--that something of the wisdom, the learning, and the eloquence of a great man's social converse has been snatched from forgetfulness, and endowed with a permanent shape for general use. and although, in the judgment of many persons, i may incur a serious responsibility by this publication; i am, upon the whole, willing to abide the result, in confidence that the fame of the loved and lamented speaker will lose nothing hereby, and that the cause of truth and of goodness will be every way a gainer. this sprig, though slight and immature, may yet become its place, in the poet's wreath of honour, among flowers of graver hue. if the favour shown to several modern instances of works nominally of the same description as the present were alone to be considered, it might seem that the old maxim, that nothing ought to be said of the dead but what is good, is in a fair way of being dilated into an understanding that every thing is good that has been said by the dead. the following pages do not, i trust, stand in need of so much indulgence. their contents may not, in every particular passage, be of great intrinsic importance; but they can hardly be without some, and, i hope, a worthy, interest, as coming from the lips of one at least of the most extraordinary men of the age; whilst to the best of my knowledge and intention, no living person's name is introduced, whether for praise or for blame, except on literary or political grounds of common notoriety. upon the justice of the remarks here published, it would be out of place in me to say any thing; and a commentary of that kind is the less needed, as, in almost every instance, the principles upon which the speaker founded his observations are expressly stated, and may be satisfactorily examined by themselves. but, for the purpose of general elucidation, it seemed not improper to add a few notes, and to make some quotations from mr. coleridge's own works; and in doing so, i was in addition actuated by an earnest wish to call the attention of reflecting minds in general to the views of political, moral, and religious philosophy contained in those works, which, through an extensive, but now decreasing, prejudice, have hitherto been deprived of that acceptance with the public which their great preponderating merits deserve, and will, as i believe, finally obtain. and i can truly say, that if, in the course of the perusal of this little work, any one of its readers shall gain a clearer insight into the deep and pregnant principles, in the light of which mr. coleridge was accustomed to regard god and the world,--i shall look upon the publication as fortunate, and consider myself abundantly rewarded for whatever trouble it has cost me. a cursory inspection will show that this volume lays no claim to be ranked with those of boswell in point of dramatic interest. coleridge differed not more from johnson in every characteristic of intellect, than in the habits and circumstances of his life, during the greatest part of the time in which i was intimately conversant with him. he was naturally very fond of society, and continued to be so to the last; but the almost unceasing ill health with which he was afflicted, after fifty, confined him for many months in every year to his own room, and, most commonly, to his bed. he was then rarely seen except by single visiters; and few of them would feel any disposition upon such occasions to interrupt him, whatever might have been the length or mood of his discourse. and indeed, although i have been present in mixed company, where mr. coleridge has been questioned and opposed, and the scene has been amusing for the moment--i own that it was always much more delightful to me to let the river wander at its own sweet will, unruffled by aught but a certain breeze of emotion which the stream itself produced. if the course it took was not the shortest, it was generally the most beautiful; and what you saw by the way was as worthy of note as the ultimate object to which you were journeying. it is possible, indeed, that coleridge did not, in fact, possess the precise gladiatorial power of johnson; yet he understood a sword-play of his own; and i have, upon several occasions, seen him exhibit brilliant proofs of its effectiveness upon disputants of considerable pretensions in their particular lines. but he had a genuine dislike of the practice in himself or others, and no slight provocation could move him to any such exertion. he was, indeed, to my observation, more distinguished from other great men of letters by his moral thirst after the truth--the ideal truth--in his own mind, than by his merely intellectual qualifications. to leave the everyday circle of society, in which the literary and scientific rarely-- the rest never--break through the spell of personality;--where anecdote reigns everlastingly paramount and exclusive, and the mildest attempt to generalize the babel of facts, and to control temporary and individual phenomena by the application of eternal and overruling principles, is unintelligible to many, and disagreeable to more;--to leave this species of converse--if converse it deserves to be called--and pass an entire day with coleridge, was a marvellous change indeed. it was a sabbath past expression deep, and tranquil, and serene. you came to a man who had travelled in many countries and in critical times; who had seen and felt the world in most of its ranks and in many of its vicissitudes and weaknesses; one to whom all literature and genial art were absolutely subject, and to whom, with a reasonable allowance as to technical details, all science was in a most extraordinary degree familiar. throughout a long-drawn summer's day would this man talk to you in low, equable, but clear and musical, tones, concerning things human and divine; marshalling all history, harmonizing all experiment, probing the depths of your consciousness, and revealing visions of glory and of terror to the imagination; but pouring withal such floods of light upon the mind, that you might, for a season, like paul, become blind in the very act of conversion. and this he would do, without so much as one allusion to himself, without a word of reflection on others, save when any given act fell naturally in the way of his discourse,--without one anecdote that was not proof and illustration of a previous position;--gratifying no passion, indulging no caprice, but, with a calm mastery over your soul, leading you onward and onward for ever through a thousand windings, yet with no pause, to some magnificent point in which, as in a focus, all the party-coloured rays of his discourse should converge in light. in all this he was, in truth, your teacher and guide; but in a little while you might forget that he was other than a fellow student and the companion of your way,--so playful was his manner, so simple his language, so affectionate the glance of his pleasant eye! there were, indeed, some whom coleridge tired, and some whom he sent asleep. it would occasionally so happen, when the abstruser mood was strong upon him, and the visiter was narrow and ungenial. i have seen him at times when you could not incarnate him,--when he shook aside your petty questions or doubts, and burst with some impatience through the obstacles of common conversation. then, escaped from the flesh, he would soar upwards into an atmosphere almost too rare to breathe, but which seemed proper to _him_, and there he would float at ease. like enough, what coleridge then said, his subtlest listener would not understand as a man understands a newspaper; but upon such a listener there would steal an influence, and an impression, and a sympathy; there would be a gradual attempering of his body and spirit, till his total being vibrated with one pulse alone, and thought became merged in contemplation;-- and so, his senses gradually wrapt in a half sleep, he'd dream of better worlds, and dreaming hear thee still, o singing lark, that sangest like an angel in the clouds! but it would be a great mistake to suppose that the general character of mr. coleridge's conversation was abstruse or rhapsodical. the contents of the following pages may, i think, be taken as pretty strong presumptive evidence that his ordinary manner was plain and direct enough; and even when, as sometimes happened, he seemed to ramble from the road, and to lose himself in a wilderness of digressions, the truth was, that at that very time he was working out his fore-known conclusion through an almost miraculous logic, the difficulty of which consisted precisely in the very fact of its minuteness and universality. he took so large a scope, that, if he was interrupted before he got to the end, he appeared to have been talking without an object; although, perhaps, a few steps more would have brought you to a point, a retrospect from which would show you the pertinence of all he had been saying. i have heard persons complain that they could get no answer to a question from coleridge. the truth is, he answered, or meant to answer, so fully that the querist should have no second question to ask. in nine cases out of ten he saw the question was short or misdirected; and knew that a mere _yes_ or _no_ answer could not embrace the truth--that is, the whole truth--and might, very probably, by implication, convey error. hence that exhaustive, cyclical mode of discoursing in which he frequently indulged; unfit, indeed, for a dinner- table, and too long-breathed for the patience of a chance visiter,--but which, to those who knew for what they came, was the object of their profoundest admiration, as it was the source of their most valuable instruction. mr. coleridge's affectionate disciples learned their lessons of philosophy and criticism from his own mouth. he was to them as an old master of the academy or lyceum. the more time he took, the better pleased were such visiters; for they came expressly to listen, and had ample proof how truly he had declared, that whatever difficulties he might feel, with pen in hand, in the expression of his meaning, he never found the smallest hitch or impediment in the utterance of his most subtle reasonings by word of mouth. how many a time and oft have i felt his abtrusest thoughts steal rhythmically on my soul, when chanted forth by him! nay, how often have i fancied i heard rise up in answer to his gentle touch, an interpreting music of my own, as from the passive strings of some wind-smitten lyre! mr. coleridge's conversation at all times required attention, because what he said was so individual and unexpected. but when he was dealing deeply with a question, the demand upon the intellect of the hearer was very great; not so much for any hardness of language, for his diction was always simple and easy; nor for the abstruseness of the thoughts, for they generally explained, or appeared to explain, themselves; but preeminently on account of the seeming remoteness of his associations, and the exceeding subtlety of his transitional links. upon this point it is very happily, though, according to my observation, too generally, remarked, by one whose powers and opportunities of judging were so eminent that the obliquity of his testimony in other respects is the more unpardonable;--"coleridge, to many people--and often i have heard the complaint--seemed to wander; and he seemed then to wander the most, when, in fact, his resistance to the wandering instinct was greatest,--viz. when the compass and huge circuit, by which his illustrations moved, travelled farthest into remote regions, before they began to revolve. long before this coming round commenced, most people had lost him, and naturally enough supposed that he had lost himself. they continued to admire the separate beauty of the thoughts, but did not see their relations to the dominant theme. * * * * however, i can assert, upon my long and intimate knowledge of coleridge's mind, that logic the most severe was as inalienable from his modes of thinking, as grammar from his language." [footnote: tait's mag. sept. , p. .] true: his mind was a logic-vice; let him fasten it on the tiniest flourish of an error, he never slacked his hold, till he had crushed body and tail to dust. he was _always_ ratiocinating in his own mind, and therefore sometimes seemed incoherent to the partial observer. it happened to him as to pindar, who in modern days has been called a rambling rhapsodist, because the connections of his parts, though never arbitrary, are so fine that the vulgar reader sees them not at all. but they are there nevertheless, and may all be so distinctly shown, that no one can doubt their existence; and a little study will also prove that the points of contact are those which the true genius of lyric verse naturally evolved, and that the entire pindaric ode, instead of being the loose and lawless out-burst which so many have fancied, is, without any exception, the most artificial and highly wrought composition which time has spared to us from the wreck of the greek muse. so i can well remember occasions, in which, after listening to mr. coleridge for several delightful hours, i have gone away with divers splendid masses of reasoning in my head, the separate beauty and coherency of which i deeply felt, but how they had produced, or how they bore upon, each other, i could not then perceive. in such cases i have mused sometimes even for days afterwards upon the words, till at length, spontaneously as it seemed, "the fire would kindle," and the association, which had escaped my utmost efforts of comprehension before, flash itself all at once upon my mind with the clearness of noon-day light. it may well be imagined that a style of conversation so continuous and diffused as that which i have just attempted to describe, presented remarkable difficulties to a mere reporter by memory. it is easy to preserve the pithy remark, the brilliant retort, or the pointed anecdote; these stick of themselves, and their retention requires no effort of mind. but where the salient angles are comparatively few, and the object of attention is a long-drawn subtle discoursing, you can never recollect, except by yourself thinking the argument over again. in so doing, the order and the characteristic expressions will for the most part spontaneously arise; and it is scarcely credible with what degree of accuracy language may thus be preserved, where practice has given some dexterity, and long familiarity with the speaker has enabled, or almost forced, you to catch the outlines of his manner. yet with all this, so peculiar were the flow and breadth of mr. coleridge's conversation, that i am very sensible how much those who can best judge will have to complain of my representation of it. the following specimens will, i fear, seem too fragmentary, and therefore deficient in one of the most distinguishing properties of that which they are designed to represent; and this is true. yet the reader will in most instances have little difficulty in understanding the course which the conversation took, although my recollections of it are thrown into separate paragraphs for the sake of superior precision. as i never attempted to give dialogue--indeed, there was seldom much dialogue to give --the great point with me was to condense what i could remember on each particular topic into intelligible _wholes_ with as little injury to the living manner and diction as was possible. with this explanation, i must leave it to those who still have the tones of "that old man eloquent" ringing in their ears, to say how far i have succeeded in this delicate enterprise of stamping his winged words with perpetuity. in reviewing the contents of the following pages, i can clearly see that i have admitted some passages which will be pronounced illiberal by those who, in the present day, emphatically call themselves liberal--_the_ liberal. i allude of course to mr. coleridge's remarks on the reform bill and the malthusian economists. the omission of such passages would probably have rendered this publication more generally agreeable, and my disposition does not lead me to give gratuitous offence to any one. but the opinions of mr. coleridge on these subjects, however imperfectly expressed by me, were deliberately entertained by him; and to have omitted, in so miscellaneous a collection as this, what he was well known to have said, would have argued in me a disapprobation or a fear, which i disclaim. a few words, however, may be pertinently employed here in explaining the true bearing of coleridge's mind on the politics of our modern days. he was neither a whig nor a tory, as those designations are usually understood; well enough knowing that, for the most part, half-truths only are involved in the parliamentary tenets of one party or the other. in the common struggles of a session, therefore, he took little interest; and as to mere personal sympathies, the friend of frere and of poole, the respected guest of canning and of lord lansdowne, could have nothing to choose. but he threw the weight of his opinion--and it was considerable--into the tory or conservative scale, for these two reasons:--first, generally, because he had a deep conviction that the cause of freedom and of truth is now seriously menaced by a democratical spirit, growing more and more rabid every day, and giving no doubtful promise of the tyranny to come; and secondly, in particular, because the national church was to him the ark of the covenant of his beloved country, and he saw the whigs about to coalesce with those whose avowed principles lead them to lay the hand of spoliation upon it. add to these two grounds, some relics of the indignation which the efforts of the whigs to thwart the generous exertions of england in the great spanish war had formerly roused within him; and all the constituents of any active feeling in mr. coleridge's mind upon matters of state are, i believe, fairly laid before the reader. the reform question in itself gave him little concern, except as he foresaw the present attack on the church to be the immediate consequence of the passing of the bill; "for let the form of the house of commons," said he, "be what it may, it will be, for better or for worse, pretty much what the country at large is; but once invade that truly national and essentially popular institution, the church, and divert its funds to the relief or aid of individual charity or public taxation--how specious soever that pretext may be--and you will never thereafter recover the lost means of perpetual cultivation. give back to the church what the nation originally consecrated to its use, and it ought then to be charged with the education of the people; but half of the original revenue has been already taken by force from her, or lost to her through desuetude, legal decision, or public opinion; and are those whose very houses and parks are part and parcel of what the nation designed for the general purposes of the clergy, to be heard, when they argue for making the church support, out of her diminished revenues, institutions, the intended means for maintaining which they themselves hold under the sanction of legal robbery?" upon this subject mr. coleridge did indeed feel very warmly, and was accustomed to express himself accordingly. it weighed upon his mind night and day, and he spoke upon it with an emotion, which i never saw him betray upon any topic of common politics, however decided his opinion might be. in this, therefore, he was _felix opportunitate mortis; non enim vidit_----; and the just and honest of all parties will heartily admit over his grave, that as his principles and opinions were untainted by any sordid interest, so he maintained them in the purest spirit of a reflective patriotism, without spleen, or bitterness, or breach of social union. it would require a rare pen to do justice to the constitution of coleridge's mind. it was too deep, subtle, and peculiar, to be fathomed by a morning visiter. few persons knew much of it in any thing below the surface; scarcely three or four ever got to understand it in all its marvellous completeness. mere personal familiarity with this extraordinary man did not put you in possession of him; his pursuits and aspirations, though in their mighty range presenting points of contact and sympathy for all, transcended in their ultimate reach the extremest limits of most men's imaginations. for the last thirty years of his life, at least, coleridge was really and truly a philosopher of the antique cast. he had his esoteric views; and all his prose works from the "friend" to the "church and state" were little more than feelers, pioneers, disciplinants for the last and complete exposition of them. of the art of making hooks he knew little, and cared less; but had he been as much an adept in it as a modern novelist, he never could have succeeded in rendering popular or even tolerable, at first, his attempt to push locke and paley from their common throne in england. a little more working in the trenches might have brought him closer to the walls with less personal damage; but it is better for christian philosophy as it is, though the assailant was sacrificed in the bold and artless attack. mr. coleridge's prose works had so very limited a sale, that although published in a technical sense, they could scarcely be said to have ever become _publici juris_. he did not think them such himself, with the exception, perhaps, of the "aids to reflection," and generally made a particular remark if he met any person who professed or showed that he had read the "friend" or any of his other books. and i have no doubt that had he lived to complete his great work on "philosophy reconciled with christian religion," he would without scruple have used in that work any part or parts of his preliminary treatises, as their intrinsic fitness required. hence in every one of his prose writings there are repetitions, either literal or substantial, of passages to be found in some others of those writings; and there are several particular positions and reasonings, which he considered of vital importance, reiterated in the "friend," the "literary life," the "lay sermons," the "aids to reflection," and the "church and state." he was always deepening and widening the foundation, and cared not how often he used the same stone. in thinking passionately of the principle, he forgot the authorship--and sowed beside many waters, if peradventure some chance seedling might take root and bear fruit to the glory of god and the spiritualization of man. his mere reading was immense, and the quality and direction of much of it well considered, almost unique in this age of the world. he had gone through most of the fathers, and, i believe, all the schoolmen of any eminence; whilst his familiarity with all the more common departments of literature in every language is notorious. the early age at which some of these acquisitions were made, and his ardent self-abandonment in the strange pursuit, might, according to a common notion, have seemed adverse to increase and maturity of power in after life: yet it was not so; he lost, indeed, for ever the chance of being a popular writer; but lamb's _inspired charity-boy_ of twelve years of age continued to his dying day, when sixty-two, the eloquent centre of all companies, and the standard of intellectual greatness to hundreds of affectionate disciples far and near. had coleridge been master of his genius, and not, alas! mastered by it;-- had he less romantically fought a single-handed fight against the whole prejudices of his age, nor so mercilessly racked his fine powers on the problem of a universal christian philosophy,--he might have easily won all that a reading public can give to a favourite, and have left a name--not greater nor more enduring indeed--but--better known, and more prized, than now it is, amongst the wise, the gentle, and the good, throughout all ranks of society. nevertheless, desultory as his labours, fragmentary as his productions at present may seem to the cursory observer--my undoubting belief is, that in the end it will be found that coleridge did, in his vocation, the day's work of a giant. he has been melted into the very heart of the rising literatures of england and america; and the principles he has taught are the master-light of the moral and intellectual being of men, who, if they shall fail to save, will assuredly illustrate and condemn, the age in which they live. as it is, they 'bide their time. coleridge himself--blessings on his gentle memory!--coleridge was a frail mortal. he had indeed his peculiar weaknesses as well as his unique powers; sensibilities that an averted look would rack, a heart which would have beaten calmly in the tremblings of an earthquake. he shrank from mere uneasiness like a child, and bore the preparatory agonies of his death- attack like a martyr. sinned against a thousand times more than sinning, he himself suffered an almost life-long punishment for his errors, whilst the world at large has the unwithering fruits of his labours, his genius, and his sacrifice. _necesse est tanquam immaturam mortem ejus defleam; si tamen fas est aut flere, aut omnino mortem vocare, qua tanti viri mortalitas magis finita quam vita est. vivit enim, vivetque semper, atque etiam latius in memoria hominum et sermone versabitur, postquam ab oculis recessit._ * * * * * samuel taylor coleridge was the youngest child of the reverend john coleridge, vicar of the parish of ottery st. mary, in the county of devon, and master of henry the eighth's free grammar school in that town. his mother's maiden name was ann bowdon. he was born at ottery on the st of october, , "about eleven o'clock in the forenoon," as his father the vicar has, with rather a curious particularity, entered it in the register. he died on the th of july, , in mr. gillman's house, in the grove, highgate, and is buried in the old church-yard, by the road side. [greek: ----] h. n. c. contents * * * * * character of othello schiller's robbers shakspeare scotch novels lord byron john kemble mathews parliamentary privilege permanency and progression of nations kant's races of mankind materialism ghosts character of the age for logic plato and xenophon greek drama kotzebue burke st. john's gospel christianity epistle to the hebrews the logos reason and understanding kean sir james mackintosh sir h. davy robert smith canning national debt poor laws conduct of the whigs reform of the house of commons church of rome zendavesta pantheism and idolatry difference between stories of dreams and ghosts phantom portrait witch of endor socinianism plato and xenophon religions of the greeks egyptian antiquities milton virgil granville penn and the deluge rainbow english and greek dancing greek acoustics lord byron's versification and don juan parental control in marriage marriage of cousins differences of character blumenbach and kant's races iapetic and semitic hebrew solomon jewish history spinozistic and hebrew schemes roman catholics energy of man and other animals shakspeare _in minimis_ paul sarpi bartram's travels the understanding parts of speech grammar magnetism electricity galvanism spenser character of othello hamlet polonius principles and maxims love measure for measure ben jonson beaumont and fletcher version of the bible craniology spurzheim bull and waterland the trinity scale of animal being popedom scanderbeg thomas à becket pure ages of greek, italian, and english luther baxter algernon sidney's style ariosto and tasso prose and poetry the fathers rhenferd jacob behmen non-perception of colours restoration reformation william iii. berkeley spinosa genius envy love jeremy taylor hooker ideas knowledge painting prophecies of the old testament messiah jews the trinity conversion of the jews jews in poland mosaic miracles pantheism poetic promise nominalists and realists british schoolmen spinosa fall of man madness brown and darwin nitrous oxide plants insects men dog ant and bee black, colonel holland and the dutch religion gentilizes women and men biblical commentators walkerite creed horne tooke diversions of purley gender of the sun in german horne tooke jacobins persian and arabic poetry milesian tales sir t. monro sir s. raffles canning shakspeare milton homer reason and understanding words and names of things the trinity irving abraham isaac jacob origin of acts love lord eldon's doctrine as to grammar schools democracy the eucharist st. john, xix. . divinity of christ genuineness of books of moses mosaic prophecies talent and genius motives and impulses constitutional and functional life hysteria hydro-carbonic gas bitters and tonics specific medicines epistles to the ephesians and colossians oaths flogging eloquence of abuse the americans book of job translation of the psalms ancient mariner undine martin pilgrim's progress prayer church-singing hooker dreams jeremy taylor english reformation catholicity gnosis tertullian st. john principles of a review party spirit southey's life of bunyan laud puritans and cavaliers presbyterians, independents, and bishops study of the bible rabelais swift bentley burnet giotto painting seneca plato aristotle duke of wellington monied interest canning bourrienne jews the papacy and the reformation leo x. thelwall swift stella iniquitous legislation spurzheim and craniology french revolution, captain b. hall and the americans english reformation democracy idea of a state church government french gendarmerie philosophy of young men at the present day thucydides and tacitus poetry modern metre logic varro socrates greek philosophy plotinus tertullian scotch and english lakes love and friendship opposed marriage characterlessness of women mental anarchy ear and taste for music different english liturgy belgian revolution galileo, newton, kepler, bacon the reformation house of commons government earl grey government popular representation napier buonaparte southey patronage of the fine arts old women pictures chillingworth superstition of maltese, sicilians, and italians asgill the french the good and the true romish religion england and holland iron galvanism heat national colonial character, and naval discipline england holland and belgium greatest happiness principle hobbism the two modes of political action truths and maxims drayton and daniel mr. coleridge's system of philosophy keenness and subtlety duties and needs of an advocate abolition of the french hereditary peerage conduct of ministers on the reform bill religion union with ireland irish church a state persons and things history beauty genius church state dissenters gracefulness of children dogs ideal tory and whig the church ministers and the reform bill disfranchisement genius feminine pirates astrology alchemy reform bill crisis john, chap. iii. ver. . dictation and inspiration gnosis new testament canon unitarianism--moral philosophy 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german best state of society great minds androgynous philosopher's ordinary language juries barristers' and physicians' fees quacks cæsarean operation inherited disease mason's poetry northern and southern states of the american union all and the whole ninth article sin and sins old divines preaching extempore church of england union with ireland faust michael scott, goethe, schiller, and wordsworth beaumont and fletcher ben jonson massinger house of commons appointing the officers of the army and navy penal code in ireland churchmen coronation oaths divinity professions and trades modern political economy national debt property tax duty of landholders massinger shakspeare hieronimo love's labour lost gifford's massinger shakspeare the old dramatists statesmen burke prospect of monarchy or democracy the reformed house of commons united states of america captain b. hall northern and southern states democracy with slavery quakers land and money methods of investigation church of rome celibacy of the clergy roman conquest of italy wedded love in shakspeare and his contemporary dramatists tennyson's poems rabelais and luther wit and madness colonization machinery capital roman conquest constantine papacy and the schoolmen civil war of the seventeenth century hampden's speech reformed house of commons food medicine poison obstruction wilson shakspeare's sonnets wickliffe love luther reverence for ideal truths johnson the whig asgill james i. sir p. sidney things are finding their level german goethe god's providence man's freedom dom miguel and dom pedro working to better one's condition negro emancipation fox and pitt revolution virtue and liberty epistle to the romans erasmus luther negro emancipation hackett's life of archbishop williams charles i. manners under edward iii. richard ii. and henry viii. hypothesis suffiction theory lyell's geology gothic architecture gerard's douw's "schoolmaster" and titian's "venus" sir j. scarlett mandeville's fable of the bees bestial theory character of bertram beaumont and fletcher's dramas aeschylus, sophocles, euripides milton style cavalier slang junius prose and verse imitation and copy dr. johnson boswell burke newton milton painting music poetry public schools scott and coleridge nervous weakness hooker and bull faith quakers philanthropists jews sallust thucydides herodotus gibbon key to the decline of the roman empire dr. johnson's political pamphlets taxation direct representation universal suffrage right of women to vote horne tooke etymology of the final _ive_ "the lord" in the english version of the psalms, etc. scotch kirk and irving milton's egotism claudian sterne humour and genius great poets good men diction of the old and new testament version hebrew vowels and consonants greek accent and quantity consolation in distress mock evangelicals autumn day rosetti on dante laughter: farce and tragedy baron von humboldt modern diplomatists man cannot be stationary fatalism and providence 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daniel massinger lord byron and h. walpole's "mysterious mother" lewis's jamaica journal sicily malta sir alexander ball cambridge petition to admit dissenters corn laws christian sabbath high prizes and revenues of the church sir charles wetherell's speech national church dissenters papacy universities schiller's versification german blank verse roman catholic emancipation duke of wellington coronation oath corn laws modern political economy socinianism unitarianism fancy and imagination mr. coleridge's system biographia literaria dissenters lord brooke barrow and dryden peter wilkins and stothard fielding and richardson bishop sandford roman catholic religion euthanasia recollections, by mr. justice coleridge address to a god-child table talk december , character of othello--schiller's robbers-shakspeare --scotch novels--lord byron--john kemmble--mathews othello must not be conceived as a negro, but a high and chivalrous moorish chief. shakspeare learned the sprit of the character from the spanish poetry, which was prevalent in england in his time.[ ] jelousy does not strike me as the point in his passion; i take it to be rather an agony that the creature, whom he had believed angelic, with whom he had garnered up his heart, and whom he could not help still loving, should be proved impure and worthless. it was the struggle _not_ to love her. it was a moral indignation and regret that virture should so fall:--"but yet the _pity_ of it, iago!--o iago! the _pity_ of it, iago!" in addition to this, his hourour was concerned: iago would not have succeeded but by hinting that this honour was compromised. there is no ferocity in othello; his mind is majestic and composed. he deliberately determines to die; and speaks his last speech with a view of showing his attachment to the venetian state, though it had superseded him. [footnote : caballaeros granadinos, aunque moros, hijos d'algo--ed.] * * * * * schiller has the material sublime; to produce an effect he sets you a whole town on fire, and throws infants with their mothers into the flames, or locks up a father in an old tower.[ ] but shakspeare drops a handkerchief, and the same or greater effects follow. [footnote : this expression--"material sublime"--like a hundred others which have slipped into general use, came originally from mr. coleridege, and was by him, in the first instatnce, applied to schiller's robbers-- see act iv, sc. .--ed.] lear is the most tremendous effort of shakspeare as a poet; hamlet as a philosopher or meditater; and othello is the union of the two. there is something gigantic and unformed in the former two; but in the latter, every thing assumes its due place and proportion, and the whole mature powers of his mind are displayed in admirable equilibrium. i think old mortality and guy mannering the best of the scotch novels. it seems, to my ear, that there is a sad want of harmony in lord byron's verses. is it not unnatural to be always connecting very great intellectual power with utter depravity? does such a combination often really exist in rerum naturae? i always had a great liking--i may say, a sort of nondescript reverence-- for john kemble. what a quaint creature he was! i remember a party, in which he was discoursing in his measured manner after dinner, when the servant announced his carriage. he nodded, and went on. the announcement took place twice afterwards; kemble each time nodding his head a little more impatiently, but still going on. at last, and for the fourth time, the servant entered, and said,--"mrs. kemble says, sir, she has the rheumat_ise_, and cannot stay." "add_ism!_" dropped john, in a parenthesis, and proceeded quietly in his harangue. * * * * * kemble would correct any body, at any time, and in any place. dear charles mathews--a true genius in his line, in my judgment--told me he was once performing privately before the king. the king was much pleased with the imitation of kemble, and said,--"i liked kemble very much. he was one of my earliest friends. i remember once he was talking, and found himself out of snuff. i offered him my box. he declined taking any--'he, a poor actor, could not put his fingers into a royal box.' i said, 'take some, pray; you will obl_ee_ge me.' upon which kemble replied,--'it would become your royal mouth better to say, obl_i_ge me;' and took a pinch." * * * * * it is not easy to put me out of countenance, or interrupt the feeling of the time by mere external noise or circumstance; yet once i was thoroughly _done up_, as you would say. i was reciting, at a particular house, the "remorse;" and was in the midst of alhadra's description of the death of her husband, [ ] when a scrubby boy, with a shining face set in dirt, burst open the door and cried out,--"please, ma'am, master says, will you ha'; or will you _not_ ha', the pin-round?" [footnote : "alhadra. this night your chieftain arm'd himself, and hurried from me. but i follow'd him at distance, till i saw him enter _there_! naomi. the cavern? alhadra. yes, the mouth of yonder cavern. after a while i saw the son of valdez rush by with flaring torch: he likewise enter'd. there was another and a longer pause; and once, methought, i heard the clash of swords! and soon the son of valdez re-appear'd: he flung his torch towards the moon in sport, and seem'd as he were mirthful! i stood listening, impatient for the footsteps of my husband. naomi. thou calledst him? alhadra. i crept into the cavern-- 'twas dark and very silent. what saidst thou? no! no! i did not dare call isidore, lest i should hear no answer! a brief while, belike, i lost all thought and memory of that for which i came! after that pause, o heaven! i heard a groan, and follow'd it; and yet another groan, which guided me into a strange recess--and there was light, a hideous light! his torch lay on the ground; its flame burnt dimly o'er a chasm's brink: i spake; and whilst i spake, a feeble groan came from that chasm! it was his last--his death-groan! naomi. comfort her, allah! alhadra. i stood in unimaginable trance and agony that cannot be remember'd, listening with horrid hope to hear a groan! but i had heard his last;--my husband's death-groan! naomi. haste! let us onward! alhadra. i look'd far down the pit-- my sight was bounded by a jutting fragment; and it was stain'd with blood. then first i shriek'd; my eyeballs burnt, my brain grew hot as fire, and all the hanging drops of the wet roof turn'd into blood--i saw them turn to blood! and i was leaping wildly down the chasm, when on the further brink i saw his sword, and it said, vengeance!--curses on my tongue! the moon hath moved in heaven, and i am here, and he hath not had vengeance!--isidore! spirit of isidore, thy murderer lives! away, away!"--act iv. sc. .] _january_ . . parliamentary privilege.---permanency and progression of nations.--kant's races of mankind. privilege is a substitution for law, where, from the nature of the circumstances, a law cannot act without clashing with greater and more general principles. the house of commons must, of course, have the power of taking cognizance of offences against its own rights. sir francis burdett might have been properly sent to the tower for the speech he made in the house [ ]; but when afterwards he published it in cobbett, and they took cognizance of it as a breach of privilege, they violated the plain distinction between privilege and law. as a speech in the house, the house could alone animadvert upon it, consistently with the effective preservation of its most necessary prerogative of freedom of debate; but when that speech became a book, then the law was to look to it; and there being a law of libel, commensurate with every possible object of attack in the state, privilege, which acts, or ought to act, only as a substitute for other laws, could have nothing to do with it. i have heard that one distinguished individual said,--"that he, for one, would not shrink from affirming, that if the house of commons chose to _burn_ one of their own members in palace yard, it had an inherent power and right by the constitution to do so." this was said, if at all, by a moderate-minded man; and may show to what atrocious tyranny some persons may advance in theory, under shadow of this word privilege. [footnote : march . . sir francis burdett made a motion in the house of commons for the discharge of mr. gale jones, who had been committed to newgate by a resolution of the house on the st of february preceding. sir francis afterwards published, in cobbett's political register, of the th of the same month of march, a "letter to his constituents, denying the power of the house of commons to imprison the people of england," and he accompanied the letter with an argument in support of his position. on the th of march a complaint of breach of privilege, founded on this publication, was made in the house by mr. (now sir thomas) lethbridge, and after several long debates, a motion that sir francis burdett should be committed to the tower was made on the th of april, , by sir robert salisbury, and carried by a majority of .--ed.] * * * * * there are two principles in every european and christian state: permanency and progression.[ ] in the civil wars of the seventeenth century in england, which are as new and fresh now as they were a hundred and sixty years ago, and will be so for ever to us, these two principles came to a struggle. it was natural that the great and the good of the nation should he found in the ranks of either side. in the mohammedan states, there is no principle of permanence; and, therefore, they sink directly. they existed, and could only exist, in their efforts at progression; when they ceased to conquer, they fell in pieces. turkey would long since have fallen, had it not been supported by the rival and conflicting interests of christian europe. the turks have no church; religion and state are one; hence there is no counterpoise, no mutual support. this is the very essence of their unitarianism. they have no past; they are not an historical people; they exist only in the present. china is an instance of a permanency without progression. the persians are a superior race: they have a history and a literature; they were always considered by the greeks as quite distinct from the other barbarians. the afghans are a remarkable people. they have a sort of republic. europeans and orientalists may be well represented by two figures standing back to back: the latter looking to the east, that is, backwards; the former looking westward, or forwards. [footnote : see this position stated and illustrated in detail in mr. coleridge's work, "on the constitution of the church and state, according to the idea of each," p. . d edit. . well acquainted as i am with the fact f the comparatively small acceptation which mr. coleridge's prose works have ever found in the literary world, and with the reasons, and, what is more, with the causes, of it, i still wonder that this particular treatise has not been more noticed: first, because it is a little book; secondly, because it is, or at least nineteen-twentieths of it are, written in a popular style; and thirdly, because it is the only work, that i know or have ever heard mentioned, that even attempts a solution of the difficulty in which an ingenious enemy of the church of england may easily involve most of its modern defenders in parliament, or through the press, upon their own principles and admissions. mr. coleridge himself prized this little work highly, although he admitted its incompleteness as a composition:--"but i don't care a rush about it," he said to me, "as an author. the saving distinctions are plainly stated in it, and i am sure nothing is wanted to make them _tell_, but that some kind friend should steal them from their obscure hiding-place, and just tumble them down before the public as _his own_."--ed.] * * * * * kant assigns three great races of mankind. if two individuals of distinct races cross, a third, or _tertium aliquid_, is _invariably_ produced, different from either, as a white and a negro produce a mulatto. but when different varieties of the same race cross, the offspring is according to what we call chance; it is now like one, now like the other parent. note this, when you see the children of any couple of distinct european complexions,--as english and spanish, german and italian, russian and portuguese, and so on. _january_ . . materialism.--ghosts. either we have an immortal soul, or we have not. if we have not, we are beasts; the first and wisest of beasts, it may be; but still true beasts. [ ] we shall only differ in degree, and not in kind; just as the elephant differs from the slug. but by the concession of all the materialists of all the schools, or almost all, we are not of the same kind as beasts--and this also we say from our own consciousness. therefore, methinks, it must be the possession of a soul within us that makes the difference. [footnote : "try to conceive a _man_ without the ideas of god, eternity, freedom, will, absolute truth; of the good, the true, the beautiful, the infinite. an _animal_ endowed with a memory of appearances and facts might remain. but the _man_ will have vanished, and you have instead a creature more subtle than any beast of the field, but likewise cursed above every beast of the field; upon the belly must it go, and dust must it eat all the days of its life."--_church and state_, p. . n.] * * * * * read the first chapter of genesis without prejudice, and you will be convinced at once. after the narrative of the creation of the earth and brute animals, moses seems to pause, and says:--"and god said, let us make man in _our image_, after _our likeness_." and in the next chapter, he repeats the narrative:--"and the lord god formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;" and then he adds these words,--"_and man became a living soul_." materialism will never explain those last words. * * * * * define a vulgar ghost with reference to all that is called ghost-like. it is visibility without tangibility; which is also the definition of a shadow. therefore, a vulgar ghost and a shadow would be the same; because two different things cannot properly have the same definition. a _visible substance_ without susceptibility of impact, i maintain to be an absurdity. unless there be an external substance, the bodily eye _cannot_ see it; therefore, in all such cases, that which is supposed to be seen is, in fact, _not_ seen, but is an image of the brain. external objects naturally produce sensation; but here, in truth, sensation produces, as it were, the external object. in certain states of the nerves, however, i do believe that the eye, although not consciously so directed, may, by a slight convulsion, see a portion of the body, as if opposite to it. the part actually seen will by common association seem the whole; and the whole body will then constitute an external object, which explains many stories of persons seeing themselves lying dead. bishop berkeley once experienced this. he had the presence of mind to ring the bell, and feel his pulse; keeping his eye still fixed on his own figure right opposite to him. he was in a high fever, and the brain image died away as the door opened. i observed something very like it once at grasmere; and was so conscious of the cause, that i told a person what i was experiencing, whilst the image still remained. of course, if the vulgar ghost be really a shadow, there must be some substance of which it is the shadow. these visible and intangible shadows, without substances to cause them, are absurd. january . . character of the age for logic.--plato and xenophon.----greek drama.---- kotzebue.--burke.--plagiarists. this is not a logical age. a friend lately gave me some political pamphlets of the times of charles i. and the cromwellate. in them the premisses are frequently wrong, but the deductions are almost always legitimate; whereas, in the writings of the present day, the premisses are commonly sound, but the conclusions false. i think a great deal of commendation is due to the university of oxford for preserving the study of logic in the schools. it is a great mistake to suppose geometry any substitute for it. * * * * * negatively, there may be more of the philosophy of socrates in the memorabilia of xenophon than in plato: that is, there is less of what does not belong to socrates; but the general spirit of, and impression left by, plato, are more socratic.[ ] [footnote : see p. . mr. coleridge meant in both these passages, that xenophon had preserved the most of the _man_ socrates; that he was the best boswell; and that socrates, as a _persona dialogi_, was little more than a poetical phantom in plato's hands. on the other hand, he says that plato is more _socratic_, that is, more of a philosopher in the socratic _mode_ of reasoning (cicero calls the platonic writings generally, _socratici libri_); and mr. c. also says, that in the metaphysical disquisitions plato is pythagorean, meaning, that he worked on the supposed ideal or transcendental principles of the extraordinary founder of the italian school.] * * * * * in �schylus religion appears terrible, malignant, and persecuting: sophocles is the mildest of the three tragedians, but the persecuting aspect is still maintained: euripides is like a modern frenchman, never so happy as when giving a slap at the gods altogether. * * * * * kotzebue represents the petty kings of the islands in the pacific ocean exactly as so many homeric chiefs. riches command universal influence, and all the kings are supposed to be descended from the gods. * * * * * i confess i doubt the homeric genuineness of [greek: dakruoen gelaschsa]. [ ] it sounds to me much more like a prettiness of bion or moschus. [footnote : [greek: hos eipon, alochoio thilaes en chersin ethaeke paid eon hae d ara min chaeodei dexato cholpo, dachruoen gelasasa.]--illiad. z. vi. ] * * * * * the very greatest writers write best when calm, and exerting themselves upon subjects unconnected with party. burke rarely shows all his powers, unless where he is in a passion. the french revolution was alone a subject fit for him. we are not yet aware of all the consequences of that event. we are too near it. * * * * * goldsmith did every thing happily. * * * * * you abuse snuff! perhaps it is the final cause of the human nose. * * * * * a rogue is a roundabout fool; a fool _in circumbendibus_. * * * * * _omne ignotum pro magnifico_. a dunghill at a distance sometimes smells like musk, and a dead dog like elder-flowers. * * * * * plagiarists are always suspicious of being stolen from,--as pickpockets are observed commonly to walk with their hands in their breeches' pockets. _january _. . st. john's gospel.--christianity--epistle to the hebrews.--the logos.-- reason and understanding. st. john had a twofold object in his gospel and his epistles,--to prove the divinity, and also the actual human nature and bodily suffering, of jesus christ,--that he was god and man. the notion that the effusion of blood and water from the saviour's side was intended to prove the real _death_ of the sufferer originated, i believe, with some modern germans, and seems to me ridiculous: there is, indeed, a very small quantity of water occasionally in the præcordia: but in the pleura, where wounds are not generally mortal, there is a great deal. st. john did not mean, i apprehend, to insinuate that the spear-thrust made the _death_, merely as such, certain or evident, but that the effusion showed the human nature. "i saw it," he would say, "with my own eyes. it was real blood, composed of lymph and crassamentum, and not a mere celestial ichor, as the phantasmists allege." * * * * * i think the verse of the three witnesses ( john, v. .) spurious, not only because the balance of external authority is against it, as porson seems to have shown; but also, because, in my way of looking at it, it spoils the reasoning. * * * * * st. john's logic is oriental, and consists chiefly in position and parallel; whilst st. paul displays all the intricacies of the greek system. * * * * * whatever may be thought of the genuineness or authority of any part of the book of daniel, it makes no difference in my belief in christianity; for christianity is within a man, even as he is a being gifted with reason; it is associated with your mother's chair, and with the first-remembered tones of her blessed voice. * * * * * i do not believe st. paul to be the author of the epistle to the hebrews. luther's conjecture is very probable, that it was by apollos, an alexandrian jew. the plan is too studiously regular for st. paul. it was evidently written during the yet existing glories of the temple. for three hundred years the church did not affix st. paul's name to it; but its apostolical or catholic character, independently of its genuineness as to st. paul, was never much doubted. * * * * * the first three gospels show the history, that is, the fulfilment of the prophecies in the facts. st. john declares explicitly the doctrine, oracularly, and without comment, because, being pure reason, it can only be proved by itself. for christianity proves itself, as the sun is seen by its own light. its evidence is involved in its existence. st. paul writes more particularly for the dialectic understanding; and proves those doctrines, which were capable of such proof, by common logic. * * * * * st. john used the term [greek: ho logos] technically. philo-judæus had so used it several years before the probable date of the composition of this gospel; and it was commonly understood amongst the jewish rabbis at that time, and afterwards, of the manifested god. * * * * * our translators, unfortunately, as i think, render the clause [greek: pros ton theos] "_with_ god;" that would be right, if the greek were [greek: syn to theo].[ ] by the preposition [greek: pros] in this place, is meant the utmost possible _proximity_, without _confusion_; likeness, without sameness. the jewish church understood the messiah to be a divine person. philo expressly cautions against any one's supposing the logos to be a mere personification, or symbol. he says, the logos is a substantial, self- existent being. the gnostics, as they were afterwards called, were a kind of arians; and thought the logos was an after-birth. they placed [greek: abyssos] and [greek: sigae] (the abyss and silence) before him. therefore it was that st. john said, with emphasis, [greek: en archae aen ho logos]-- "in the _beginning_ was the word." he was begotten in the first simultaneous burst of godhead, if such an expression may be pardoned, in speaking of eternal existence. [footnote : john, ch. i. v. , .] * * * * * the understanding suggests the materials of reasoning: the reason decides upon them. the first can only say,--this _is_, or _ought_ to be so. the last says,--it _must_ be so.[ ] [footnote : i have preserved this, and several other equivalent remarks, out of a dutiful wish to popularize, by all the honest means in my power, this fundamental distinction; a thorough mastery of which mr. coleridge considered necessary to any sound system of psychology; and in the denial or neglect of which, he delighted to point out the source of most of the vulgar errors in philosophy and religion. the distinction itself is implied throughout almost all mr. c.'s works, whether in verse or prose; but it may be found minutely argued in the "aids to reflection," p. , &c. d edit. .--ed.] _april_ . . kean.--sir james mackintosh.--sir h. davy.--robert smith.--canning.-- national debt.--poor laws. kean is original; but he copies from himself. his rapid descents from the hyper-tragic to the infra-colloquial, though sometimes productive of great effect, are often unreasonable. to see him act, is like reading shakspeare by flashes of lightning. i do not think him thorough-bred gentleman enough to play othello. * * * * * sir james mackintosh is the king of the men of talent. he is a most elegant converger. how well i remember his giving breakfast to me and sir humphry davy, at that time an unknown young man, and our having a very spirited talk about locke and newton, and so forth! when davy was gone, mackintosh said to me, "that's a very extraordinary young man; but he is gone wrong on some points." but davy was, at that time at least, a man of genius; and i doubt if mackintosh ever heartily appreciated an eminently original man. he is uncommonly powerful in his own line; but it is not the line of a first- rate man. after all his fluency and brilliant erudition, you can rarely carry off any thing worth preserving. you might not improperly write on his forehead, "warehouse to let!" he always dealt too much in generalities for a lawyer. he is deficient in power in applying his principles to the points in debate. i remember robert smith had much more logical ability; but smith aimed at conquest by any gladiatorial shift; whereas mackintosh was uniformly candid in argument. i am speaking now from old recollections. * * * * * canning is very irritable, surprisingly so for a wit who is always giving such hard knocks. he should have put on an ass's skin before he went into parliament. lord liverpool is the single stay of this ministry; but he is not a man of a directing mind. he cannot ride on the whirlwind. he serves as the isthmus to connect one half of the cabinet with the other. he always gives you the common sense of the matter, and in that it is that his strength in debate lies. * * * * * the national debt has, in fact, made more men rich than have a right to be so, or, rather, any ultimate power, in case of a struggle, of actualizing their riches. it is, in effect, like an ordinary, where three hundred tickets have been distributed, but where there is, in truth, room only for one hundred. so long as you can amuse the company with any thing else, or make them come in successively, all is well, and the whole three hundred fancy themselves sure of a dinner; but if any suspicion of a hoax should arise, and they were all to rush into the room at once, there would be two hundred without a potato for their money; and the table would be occupied by the landholders, who live on the spot. * * * * * poor-laws are the inevitable accompaniments of an extensive commerce and a manufacturing system. in scotland, they did without them, till glasgow and paisley became great manufacturing places, and then people said, "we must subscribe for the poor, or else we shall have poor-laws." that is to say, they enacted for themselves a poor-law in order to avoid having a poor-law enacted for them. it is absurd to talk of queen elizabeth's act as creating the poor-laws of this country. the poor-rates are the consideration paid by, or on behalf of, capitalists for having labour at demand. it is the price, and nothing else. the hardship consists in the agricultural interest having to pay an undue proportion of the rates; for although, perhaps, in the end, the land becomes more valuable, yet, at the first, the landowners have to bear all the brunt. i think there ought to be a fixed revolving period for the equalization of rates. _april_ . . conduct of the whigs.--reform of the house of commons. the conduct of the whigs is extravagantly inconsistent. it originated in the fatal error which fox committed, in persisting, after the first three years of the french revolution, when every shadow of freedom in france had vanished, in eulogizing the men and measures of that shallow-hearted people. so he went on gradually, further and further departing from all the principles of english policy and wisdom, till at length he became the panegyrist, through thick and thin, of a military frenzy, under the influence of which the very name of liberty was detested. and thus it was that, in course of time, fox's party became the absolute abettors of the buonapartean invasion of spain, and did all in their power to thwart the generous efforts of this country to resist it. now, when the invasion is by a bourbon, and the cause of the spanish nation neither united nor, indeed, sound in many respects, the whigs would precipitate this country into a crusade to fight up the cause of a faction. i have the honour of being slightly known to my lord darnley. in - , i met him accidentally, when, after a few words of salutation, he said to me, "are you mad, mr. coleridge?"--"not that i know, my lord," i replied; "what have i done which argues any derangement of mind?"--"why, i mean," said he, "those letters of yours in the courier, 'on the hopes and fears of a people invaded by foreign armies.' the spaniards are absolutely conquered; it is absurd to talk of their chance of resisting."--"very well, my lord," i said, "we shall see. but will your lordship permit me, in the course of a year or two, to retort your question upon you, if i should have grounds for so doing?"--"certainly!" said he; "that is fair!" two years afterwards, when affairs were altered in spain, i met lord darnley again, and, after some conversation, ventured to say to him, "does your lordship recollect giving me leave to retort a certain question upon you about the spaniards? who is mad now?"--"very true, very true, mr. coleridge," cried he: "you are right. it is very extraordinary. it was a very happy and hold guess." upon which i remarked, "i think '_guess_' is hardly a fair term. for, has any thing happened that has happened, from any other causes, or under any other conditions, than such as i laid down beforehand?" lord darnley, who was always very courteous to me, took this with a pleasant nod of his head. * * * * * many votes are given for reform in the house of commons, which are not honest. whilst it is well known that the measure will not he carried in parliament, it is as well to purchase some popularity by voting for it. when hunt and his associates, before the six acts, created a panic, the ministers lay on their oars for three or four months, until the general cry, even from the opposition, was, "why don't the ministers come forward with some protective measure?" the present ministry exists on the weakness and desperate character of the opposition. the sober part of the nation are afraid of the latter getting into power, lest they should redeem some of their pledges. * * * * * _april_ . . church of rome. the present adherents of the church of rome are not, in my judgment, catholics. we are the catholics. we can prove that we hold the doctrines of the primitive church for the first three hundred years. the council of trent made the papists what they are. [ ] a foreign romish bishop has declared, that the protestants of his acquaintance were more like what he conceived the enlightened catholics to have been before the council of trent, than the best of the latter in his days. perhaps you will say, this bishop was not a _good catholic_.[ ] i cannot answer for that. the course of christianity and the christian church may not unaptly be likened to a mighty river, which filled a wide channel, and bore along with its waters mud, and gravel, and weeds, till it met a great rock in the middle of its stream. by some means or other, the water flows purely, and separated from the filth, in a deeper and narrower course on one side of the rock, and the refuse of the dirt and troubled water goes off on the other in a broader current, and then cries out, "_we_ are the river!" [footnote : see aids to reflection, p. . note.] [footnote : mr. coleridge named him, but the name was strange to me, and i have been unable to recover it--ed.] * * * * * a person said to me lately, "but you will, for civility's sake, _call_ them _catholics_, will you not?" i answered, that i would not; for i would not tell a lie upon any, much less upon so solemn an occasion. "the adherents of the church of rome, i repeat, are not _catholic_ christians. if they are, then it follows that we protestants are heretics and schismatics, as, indeed, the papists very logically, from their own premisses, call us. and '_roman_ catholics' makes no difference. catholicism is not capable of degrees or local apportionments. there can be but one body of catholics, _ex vi termini_. to talk strictly of _irish_ or _scotch roman_ catholics is a mere absurdity." * * * * * it is common to hear it said, that, if the legal disabilities are removed, the romish church will lose ground in this country. i think the reverse: the romish religion is, or, in certain hands, is capable of being made, so flattering to the passions and self-delusion of men, that it is impossible to say how far it would spread, amongst the higher orders of society especially, if the secular disadvantages now attending its profession were removed.[ ] [footnote : here, at least, the prophecy has been fulfilled. the wisdom of our ancestors, in the reign of king william iii., would have been jealous of the daily increase in the numbers of the romish church in england, of which every attentive observer must be aware. see _sancti dominici pallium_, in vol. ii. p. . of mr. coleridge's poems.-ed.] april . . zendavesta.--pantheism and idolatry. the zendavesta must, i think, have been copied in parts from the writings of moses. in the description of the creation, the first chapter of genesis is taken almost literally, except that the sun is created _before_ the light, and then the herbs and the plants after the sun; which are precisely the two points they did not understand, and therefore altered as errors.[ ] there are only two acts of creation, properly so called, in the mosaic account,--the material universe and man. the intermediate acts seem more as the results of secondary causes, or, at any rate, of a modification of prepared materials. [footnote : the zend, or zendavesta, is the sacred book ascribed to zoroaster, or zerdusht, the founder or reformer of the magian religion. the modern edition or paraphrase of this work, called the sadda, written in the persian of the day, was, i believe, composed about three hundred years ago --ed.] * * * * * pantheism and idolatry naturally end in each other; for all extremes meet. the judaic religion is the exact medium, the true compromise. _may_ . . difference between stories of dreams and ghosts. --phantom portrait.--witch of endor.--socinianism. there is a great difference in the credibility to be attached to stories of dreams and stories of ghosts. dreams have nothing in them which are absurd and nonsensical; and, though most of the coincidences may be readily explained by the diseased system of the dreamer, and the great and surprising power of association, yet it is impossible to say whether an inner sense does not really exist in the mind, seldom developed, indeed, but which may have a power of presentiment. [ ] all the external senses have their correspondents in the mind; the eye can see an object before it is distinctly apprehended;--why may there not be a corresponding power in the soul? the power of prophecy might have been merely a spiritual excitation of this dormant faculty. hence you will observe that the hebrew seers sometimes seem to have required music, as in the instance of elisha before jehoram:--"but now bring me a minstrel. and it came to pass, when the minstrel played, that the hand of the lord came upon him." [ ] every thing in nature has a tendency to move in cycles; and it would be a miracle if, out of such myriads of cycles moving concurrently, some coincidences did not take place. no doubt, many such take place in the daytime; but then our senses drive out the remembrance of them, and render the impression hardly felt; but when we sleep, the mind acts without interruption. terror and the heated imagination will, even in the daytime, create all sorts of features, shapes, and colours out of a simple object possessing none of them in reality. but ghost stories are absurd. whenever a real ghost appears,--by which i mean some man or woman dressed up to frighten another,--if the supernatural character of the apparition has been for a moment believed, the effects on the spectator have always been most terrible,--convulsion, idiocy, madness, or even death on the spot. consider the awful descriptions in the old testament of the effects of a spiritual presence on the prophets and seers of the hebrews; the terror, the exceeding great dread, the utter loss of all animal power. but in our common ghost stories, you always find that the seer, after a most appalling apparition, as you are to believe, is quite well the next day. perhaps, he may have a headach; but that is the outside of the effect produced. alston, a man of genius, and the best painter yet produced by america, when he was in england told me an anecdote which confirms what i have been saying. it was, i think, in the university of cambridge, near boston, that a certain youth took it into his wise head to endeavour to convert a tom-painish companion of his by appearing as a ghost before him. he accordingly dressed himself up in the usual way, having previously extracted the ball from the pistol which always lay near the head of his friend's bed. upon first awaking, and seeing the apparition, the youth who was to be frightened, a., very coolly looked his companion the ghost in the face, and said, "i know you. this is a good joke; but you see i am not frightened. now you may vanish!" the ghost stood still. "come," said a., "that is enough. i shall get angry. away!" still the ghost moved not. "by ----," ejaculated a., "if you do not in three minutes go away, i'll shoot you." he waited the time, deliberately levelled the pistol, fired, and, with a scream at the immobility of the figure, became convulsed, and afterwards died. the very instant he believed it _to be_ a ghost, his human nature fell before it. [footnote : see this point suggested and reasoned with extraordinary subtlety in the third essay (marked c), in the appendix to the statesman's manual, or first lay sermon, p. , &c. one beautiful paragraph i will venture to quote:-- "not only may we expect that men of strong religious feelings, but little religious knowledge, will occasionally be tempted to regard such occurrences as supernatural visitations; but it ought not to surprise us if such dreams should sometimes be confirmed by the event, as though they had actually possessed a character of divination. for who shall decide how far a perfect reminiscence of past experiences (of many, perhaps, that had escaped our reflex consciousness at the time)--who shall determine to what extent this reproductive imagination, unsophisticated by the will, and undistracted by intrusions from the senses, may or may not be concentred and sublimed into foresight and presentiment? there would be nothing herein either to foster superstition on the one hand, or to justify contemptuous disbelief on the other. incredulity is but credulity seen from behind, bowing and nodding assent to the habitual and the fashionable"-ed.] [footnote : kings, iii. ., and see sam. x. .--ed.] * * * * * [what follows in the text within commas was written about this time, and communicated to me by mr. justice coleridge.--ed.] "last thursday my uncle, s. t. c., dined with us, and several men came to meet him. i have heard him more brilliant, but he was very fine, and delighted every one very much. it is impossible to carry off, or commit to paper, his long trains of argument; indeed, it is not always possible to understand them, he lays the foundation so deep, and views every question in so original a manner. nothing can be finer than the principles which he lays down in morals and religion. his deep study of scripture is very astonishing; the rest of the party were but as children in his hands, not merely in general views of theology, but in nice verbal criticism. he thinks it clear that st. paul did not write the epistle to the hebrews, but that it must have been the work of some alexandrian greek, and he thinks apollos. it seemed to him a desirable thing for christianity that it should have been written by some other person than st. paul; because, its inspiration being unquestioned, it added another independent teacher and expounder of the faith. "we fell upon ghosts, and he exposed many of the stories physically and metaphysically. he seemed to think it impossible that you should really see with the bodily eye what was impalpable, unless it were a shadow; and if what you fancied you saw with the bodily eye was in fact only an impression on the imagination, then you were seeing something _out of your senses_, and your testimony was full of uncertainty. he observed how uniformly, in all the best-attested stories of spectres, the appearance might be accounted for from the disturbed state of the mind or body of the seer, as in the instances of dion and brutus. upon some one's saying that he _wished_ to believe these stories true, thinking that they constituted a useful subsidiary testimony of another state of existence, mr. c. differed, and said, he thought it a dangerous testimony, and one not wanted: it was saul, with the scriptures and the prophet before him, calling upon the witch of endor to certify him of the truth! he explained very ingeniously, yet very naturally, what has often startled people in ghost stories--such as lord lyttelton's--namely, that when a real person has appeared, habited like the phantom, the ghost-seer has immediately seen two, the real man and the phantom. he said that such must be the case. the man under the morbid delusion sees with the eye of the imagination, and sees with the bodily eye too; if no one were really present, he would see the spectre with one, and the bed-curtains with the other. when, therefore, a real person comes, he sees the real man as he would have seen any one else in the same place, and he sees the spectre not a whit the less: being perceptible by different powers of vision, so to say, the appearances do not interfere with each other. "he told us the following story of the phantom portrait [ ]:-- "a stranger came recommended to a merchant's house at lubeck. he was hospitably received; but, the house being full, he was lodged at night in an apartment handsomely furnished, but not often used. there was nothing that struck him particularly in the room when left alone, till he happened to cast his eyes on a picture, which immediately arrested his attention. it was a single head; but there was something so uncommon, so frightful and unearthly, in its expression, though by no means ugly, that he found himself irresistibly attracted to look at it. in fact, he could not tear himself from the fascination of this portrait, till his imagination was filled by it, and his rest broken. he retired to bed, dreamed, and awoke from time to time with the head glaring on him. in the morning, his host saw by his looks that he had slept ill, and inquired the cause, which was told. the master of the house was much vexed, and said that the picture ought to have been removed, that it was an oversight, and that it always was removed when the chamber was used. the picture, he said, was, indeed, terrible to every one; but it was so fine, and had come into the family in so curious a way, that he could not make up his mind to part with it, or to destroy it. the story of it was this:--'my father,' said he, 'was at hamburgh on business, and, whilst dining at a coffee-house, he observed a young man of a remarkable appearance enter, seat himself alone in a corner, and commence a solitary meal. his countenance bespoke the extreme of mental distress, and every now and then he turned his head quickly round, as if he heard something, then shudder, grow pale, and go on with his meal after an effort as before. my father saw this same man at the same place for two or three successive days; and at length became so much interested about him, that he spoke to him. the address was not repulsed, and the stranger seemed to find some comfort in the tone of sympathy and kindness which my father used. he was an italian, well informed, poor but not destitute, and living economically upon the profits of his art as a painter. their intimacy increased; and at length the italian, seeing my father's involuntary emotion at his convulsive turnings and shuddering, which continued as formerly, interrupting their conversation from time to time, told him his story. he was a native of rome, and had lived in some familiarity with, and been much patronized by, a young nobleman; but upon some slight occasion they had fallen out, and his patron, besides using many reproachful expressions, had struck him. the painter brooded over the disgrace of the blow. he could not challenge the nobleman, on account of his rank; he therefore watched for an opportunity, and assassinated him. of course he fled from his country, and finally had reached hamburgh. he had not, however, passed many weeks from the night of the murder, before, one day, in the crowded street, he heard his name called by a voice familiar to him: he turned short round, and saw the face of his victim looking at him with a fixed eye. from that moment he had no peace: at all hours, in all places, and amidst all companies, however engaged he might be, he heard the voice, and could never help looking round; and, whenever he so looked round, he always encountered the same face staring close upon him. at last, in a mood of desperation, he had fixed himself face to face, and eye to eye, and deliberately drawn the phantom visage as it glared upon him; and _this_ was the picture so drawn. the italian said he had struggled long, but life was a burden which he could now no longer bear; and he was resolved, when he had made money enough to return to rome, to surrender himself to justice, and expiate his crime on the scaffold. he gave the finished picture to my father, in return for the kindness which he had shown to him.'" [footnote : this is the story which mr. washington irving has dressed up very prettily in the first volume of his "tales of a traveller," pp. - .; professing in his preface that he could not remember whence he had derived the anecdote.--ed.] * * * * * i have no doubt that the jews believed generally in a future state, independently of the mosaic law. the story of the witch of endor is a proof of it. what we translate "_witch_," or "familiar spirit," is, in the hebrew, ob, that is, a bottle or bladder, and means a person whose belly is swelled like a leathern bottle by divine inflation. in the greek it is [greek: engastrimuthos], a ventriloquist. the text ( sam. ch. xxviii.) is a simple record of the facts, the solution of which the sacred historian leaves to the reader. i take it to have been a trick of ventriloquism, got up by the courtiers and friends of saul, to prevent him, if possible, from hazarding an engagement with an army despondent and oppressed with bodings of defeat. saul is not said to have seen samuel; the woman only pretends to see him. and then what does this samuel do? he merely repeats the prophecy known to all israel, which the true samuel had uttered some years before. read captain lyon's account of the scene in the cabin with the esquimaux bladder, or conjurer; it is impossible not to be reminded of the witch of endor. i recommend you also to look at webster's admirable treatise on witchcraft. * * * * * the pet texts of a socinian are quite enough for his confutation with acute thinkers. if christ had been a mere man, it would have been ridiculous in _him_ to call himself "the son of man;" but being god and man, it then became, in his own assumption of it, a peculiar and mysterious title. so, if christ had been a mere man, his saying, "my father is greater than i," (john, xv. .) would have been as unmeaning. it would be laughable enough, for example, to hear me say, "my 'remorse' succeeded, indeed, but shakspeare is a greater dramatist than i." but how immeasurably more foolish, more monstrous, would it not be for a _man_, however honest, good, or wise, to say, "but jehovah is greater than i!" _may_ . . plato and xenophon.--religions of the greeks.--egyptian antiquities.-- milton.--virgil. plato's works are logical exercises for the mind. little that is positive is advanced in them. socrates may be fairly represented by plato in the more moral parts; but in all the metaphysical disquisitions it is pythagoras. xenophon's representation of his master is quite different.[ ] [footnote : see p. . n.--ed.] * * * * * observe the remarkable contrast between the religion of the tragic and other poets of greece. the former are always opposed in heart to the popular divinities. in fact, there are the popular, the sacerdotal, and the mysterious religions of greece, represented roughly by homer, pindar, and �schylus. the ancients had no notion of a _fall_ of man, though they had of his gradual degeneracy. prometheus, in the old mythus, and for the most part in aeschylus, is the redeemer and the devil jumbled together. * * * * * i cannot say i expect much from mere egyptian antiquities. almost every thing really, that is, intellectually, great in that country seems to me of grecian origin. * * * * * i think nothing can be added to milton's definition or rule of poetry,-- that it ought to be simple, sensuous, and impassioned; that is to say, single in conception, abounding in sensible images, and informing them all with the spirit of the mind. milton's latin style is, i think, better and easier than his english. his style, in prose, is quite as characteristic of him as a philosophic republican, as cowley's is of _him_ as a first-rate gentleman. if you take from virgil his diction and metre, what do you leave him? * * * * * _june_ . . cranville penn and the deluge.--rainbow. i confess i have small patience with mr. granville penn's book against professor buckland. science will be superseded, if every phenomenon is to be referred in this manner to an actual miracle. i think it absurd to attribute so much to the deluge. an inundation, which left an olive-tree standing, and bore up the ark peacefully on its bosom, could scarcely have been the sole cause of the rents and dislocations observable on the face of the earth. how could the tropical animals, which have been discovered in england and in russia in a perfectly natural state, have been transported thither by such a flood? those animals must evidently have been natives of the countries in which they have been found. the climates must have been altered. assume a sudden evaporation upon the retiring of the deluge to have caused an intense cold, the solar heat might not be sufficient afterwards to overcome it. i do not think that the polar cold is adequately explained by mere comparative distance from the sun. * * * * * you will observe, that there is no mention of rain previously to the deluge. hence it may be inferred, that the rainbow was exhibited for the first time after god's covenant with noah. however, i only suggest this. * * * * * the earth with its scarred face is the symbol of the past; the air and heaven, of futurity. _june_ . . english and greek dancing.--greek acoustics. the fondness for dancing in english women is the reaction of their reserved manners. it is the only way in which they can throw themselves forth in natural liberty. we have no adequate conception of the perfection of the ancient tragic dance. the pleasure which the greeks received from it had for its basis difference and the more unfit the vehicle, the more lively was the curiosity and intense the delight at seeing the difficulty overcome. * * * * * the ancients certainly seem to have understood some principles in acoustics which we have lost, or, at least, they applied them better. they contrived to convey the voice distinctly in their huge theatres by means of pipes, which created no echo or confusion. our theatres--drury lane and covent garden--are fit for nothing: they are too large for acting, and too small for a bull-fight. * * * * * _june_ . . lord byron's versification, and don juan. how lamentably the _art_ of versification is neglected by most of the poets of the present day!--by lord byron, as it strikes me, in particular, among those of eminence for other qualities. upon the whole, i think the part of don juan in which lambro's return to his home, and lambro himself, are described, is the best, that is, the most individual, thing in all i know of lord b.'s works. the festal abandonment puts one in mind of nicholas poussin's pictures.[ ] [footnote : mr. coleridge particularly noticed, for its classical air, the d stanza of this canto (the third):-- "a band of children, round a snow-white ram, there wreathe his venerable horns with flowers, while, peaceful as if still an unwean'd lamb, the patriarch of the flock all gently cowers his sober head, majestically tame, or eats from out the palm, or playful lowers his brow, as if in act to butt, and then yielding to their small hands, draws back again." but mr. c. said that _then_, and _again_, made no rhyme to his ear. why should not the old form _agen_ be lawful in verse? we wilfully abridge ourselves of the liberty which our great poets achieved and sanctioned for us in innumerable instances.--ed.] _june_ . . parental control in marriage.--marriage of cousins.--difference of character. up to twenty-one, i hold a father to have power over his children as to marriage; after that age, authority and influence only. show me one couple unhappy merely on account of their limited circumstances, and i will show you ten that are wretched from other causes. * * * * * if the matter were quite open, i should incline to disapprove the intermarriage of first cousins; but the church has decided otherwise on the authority of augustine, and that seems enough upon such a point. * * * * * you may depend upon it, that a slight contrast of character is very material to happiness in marriage. _february_ . . blumenbach and kant's races.--iapetic and semitic.--hebrew.--solomon. blumenbach makes five races; kant, three. blumenbach's scale of dignity may be thus figured:-- . caucasian or european. . malay ================= . american . negro ========================== . mongolian, asiatic there was, i conceive, one great iapetic original of language, under which greek, latin, and other european dialects, and, perhaps, sanscrit, range as species. the iapetic race, [greek: iaones]; separated into two branches; one, with a tendency to migrate south-west,--greeks, italians, &c.; and the other north-west,--goths, germans, swedes, &c. the hebrew is semitic. * * * * * hebrew, in point of force and purity, seems at its height in isaiah. it is most corrupt in daniel, and not much less so in ecclesiastes; which i cannot believe to have been actually composed by solomon, but rather suppose to have been so attributed by the jews, in their passion for ascribing all works of that sort to their _grand monurque_. _march_ . . jewish history.--spinozistic and hebrew schemes. the people of all other nations, but the jewish, seem to look backwards and also to exist for the present; but in the jewish scheme every thing is prospective and preparatory; nothing, however trifling, is done for itself alone, but all is typical of something yet to come. * * * * * i would rather call the book of proverbs solomonian than as actually a work of solomon's. so i apprehend many of the psalms to be davidical only, not david's own compositions. * * * * * you may state the pantheism of spinosa, in contrast with the hebrew or christian scheme, shortly, as thus:-- spinosism. w-g = ; _i.e._ the world without god is an impossible idea. g-w = ; _i.e._ god without the world is so likewise. hebrew or christian scheme. w-g = ; _i.e._ the same as spinosa's premiss. but g-w = g; _i.e._ god without the world is god the self-subsistent. * * * * * _march_ . . roman catholics.--energy of man and other animals.--shakspeare _in minimis_.--paul sarpi.--bartram's travels. i have no doubt that the real object closest to the hearts of the leading irish romanists is the destruction of the irish protestant church, and the re-establishment of their own. i think more is involved in the manner than the matter of legislating upon the civil disabilities of the members of the church of rome; and, for one, i should he willing to vote for a removal of those disabilities, with two or three exceptions, upon a solemn declaration being made legislatively in parliament, that at no time, nor under any circumstances, could or should a branch of the romish hierarchy, as at present constituted, become an estate of this realm.[ ] [footnote : see church and state, second part, p. .] * * * * * internal or mental energy and external or corporeal modificability are in inverse proportions. in man, internal energy is greater than in any other animal; and you will see that he is less changed by climate than any animal. for the highest and lowest specimens of man are not one half as much apart from each other as the different kinds even of dogs, animals of great internal energy themselves. * * * * * for an instance of shakspeare's power _in minimis_, i generally quote james gurney's character in king john. how individual and comical he is with the four words allowed to his dramatic life! [ ] and pray look at skelton's richard sparrow also! paul sarpi's history of the council of trent deserves your study. it is very interesting. [footnote : "_enter lady falconbridge and james gurney._ bast. o me! it is my mother:--how now, good lady? what brings you here to court so hastily? lady f. where is that slave, thy brother? where is he? that holds in chase mine honour up and down? bast. my brother robert? old sir robert's son? colbrand the giant, that same mighty man? is it sir robert's son that you seek so? lady f. sir robert's son! ay, thou unreverend boy, sir robert's son: why scorn'st thou at sir robert? he is sir robert's son; and so art thou. bast. james gurney, wilt thou give us leave a while? gur. _good leave, good philip._ bast. philip?--sparrow! james, there's toys abroad; anon i'll tell thee more. [_exit_ gurney." the very _exit gurney_ is a stroke of james's character.--ed.]] * * * * * the latest book of travels i know, written in the spirit of the old travellers, is bartram's account of his tour in the floridas. it is a work of high merit every way.[ ] [footnote : "travels through north and south carolina, georgia, east and west florida, the cherokee country, the extensive territories of the muscogulges, or creek confederacy, and the country of the chactaws, &c. by william bartram." philadelphia, . london, . vo. the expedition was made at the request of dr. fothergill, the quaker physician, in , and was particularly directed to botanical discoveries.--ed.] * * * * * _march_ . . the understanding. a pun will sometimes facilitate explanation, as thus;--the understanding is that which _stands under_ the phenomenon, and gives it objectivity. you know _what_ a thing is by it. it is also worthy of remark, that the hebrew word for the understanding, _bineh_, comes from a root meaning _between_ or _distinguishing_. * * * * * _march_ . . parts of speech.--grammar. there are seven parts of speech, and they agree with the five grand and universal divisions into which all things finite, by which i mean to exclude the idea of god, will be found to fall; that is, as you will often see it stated in my writings, especially in the aids to reflection[ ]:-- prothesis. . thesis. mesothesis. antithesis. . . . synthesis. . conceive it thus:-- . prothesis, the noun-verb, or verb-substantive, _i am_, which is the previous form, and implies identity of being and act. . thesis, the noun. . antithesis, the verb. note, each of these may be converted; that is, they are only opposed to each other. . mesothesis, the infinitive mood, or the indifference of the verb and noun, it being either the one or the other, or both at the same time, in different relations. . synthesis, the participle, or the community of verb and noun; being and acting at once. now, modify the noun by the verb, that is, by an act, and you have-- . the adnoun, or adjective. modify the verb by the noun, that is, by being, and you have-- . the adverb. interjections are parts of sound, not of speech. conjunctions are the same as prepositions; but they are prefixed to a sentence, or to a member of a sentence, instead of to a single word. the inflections of nouns are modifications as to place; the inflections of verbs, as to time. the genitive case denotes dependence; the dative, transmission. it is absurd to talk of verbs governing. in thucydides, i believe, every case has been found absolute.[ ] dative:--[greek: ----] thuc.viii. . this is the latin usage. accusative.--i do not remember an instance of the proper accusative absolute in thucydides; but it seems not uncommon in other authors: [greek: ----] yet all such instances may be nominatives; for i cannot find an example of the accusative absolute in the masculine or feminine gender, where the difference of inflexion would show the case.--ed.] the inflections of the tenses of a verb are formed by adjuncts of the verb substantive. in greek it is obvious. the e is the prefix significative of a past time. [footnote : p. . d edition.] [footnote : nominative absolute:--[greek: theon de phozos ae anthropon nomos, oudeis apeirge, to men krinontes en homoio kai sezein kai mae--ton de hamartaematon.]--thuc. ii. .] _june . . magnetism.--electricity.--galvanism. perhaps the attribution or analogy may seem fanciful at first sight, but i am in the habit of realizing to myself magnetism as length; electricity as breadth or surface; and galvanism as depth. _june . ._ spenser.--character of othello.--hamlet.--polonius.--principles and maxims.--love.--measure for measure.--ben jonson.--beaumont and fletcher.-- version of the bible.--spurzheim.--craniology. spenser's epithalamion is truly sublime; and pray mark the swan-like movement of his exquisite prothalamion. [ ] his attention to metre and rhythm is sometimes so extremely minute as to be painful even to my ear, and you know how highly i prize good versification. [footnote : how well i remember this midsummer-day! i shall never pass such another. the sun was setting behind caen wood, and the calm of the evening was so exceedingly deep that it arrested mr. coleridge's attention. we were alone together in mr. gillman's drawing-room, and mr. c. left off talking, and fell into an almost trance-like state for ten minutes whilst contemplating the beautiful prospect before us. his eyes swam in tears, his head inclined a little forward, and there was a slight uplifting of the fingers, which seemed to tell me that he was in prayer. i was awestricken, and remained absorbed in looking at the man, in forgetfulness of external nature, when he recovered himself, and after a word or two fell by some secret link of association upon spenser's poetry. upon my telling him that i did not very well recollect the prothalamion: "then i must read you a bit of it," said he; and, fetching the book from the next room, he recited the whole of it in his finest and most musical manner. i particularly bear in mind the sensible diversity of tone and rhythm with which he gave:-- "sweet thames! run softly till i end my song," the concluding line of each of the ten strophes of the poem. when i look upon the scanty memorial, which i have alone preserved of this afternoon's converse, i am tempted to burn these pages in despair. mr. coleridge talked a volume of criticism that day, which, printed verbatim as he spoke it, would have made the reputation of any other person but himself. he was, indeed, particularly brilliant and enchanting; and i left him at night so thoroughly _magnetized_, that i could not for two or three days afterwards reflect enough to put any thing on paper,--ed.] * * * * * i have often told you that i do not think there is any jealousy, properly so called, in the character of othello. there is no predisposition to suspicion, which i take to be an essential term in the definition of the word. desdemona very truly told emilia that he was not jealous, that is, of a jealous habit, and he says so as truly of himself. iago's suggestions, you see, are quite new to him; they do not correspond with any thing of a like nature previously in his mind. if desdemona had, in fact, been guilty, no one would have thought of calling othello's conduct that of a jealous man. he could not act otherwise than he did with the lights he had; whereas jealousy can never be strictly right. see how utterly unlike othello is to leontes, in the winter's tale, or even to leonatus, in cymbeline! the jealousy of the first proceeds from an evident trifle, and something like hatred is mingled with it; and the conduct of leonatus in accepting the wager, and exposing his wife to the trial, denotes a jealous temper already formed. * * * * * hamlet's character is the prevalence of the abstracting and generalizing habit over the practical. he does not want courage, skill, will, or opportunity; but every incident sets him thinking; and it is curious, and at the same time strictly natural, that hamlet, who all the play seems reason itself, should he impelled, at last, by mere accident to effect his object. i have a smack of hamlet myself, if i may say so. * * * * * a maxim is a conclusion upon observation of matters of fact, and is merely retrospective: an idea, or, if you like, a principle, carries knowledge within itself, and is prospective. polonius is a man of maxims. whilst he is descanting on matters of past experience, as in that excellent speech to laertes before he sets out on his travels, he is admirable; but when he comes to advise or project, he is a mere dotard. [ ] you see hamlet, as the man of ideas, despises him. [footnote : act i. sc. ] * * * * * a man of maxims only is like a cyclops with one eye, and that eye placed in the back of his head. * * * * * in the scene with ophelia, in the third act,[ ] hamlet is beginning with great and unfeigned tenderness; but, perceiving her reserve and coyness, fancies there are some listeners, and then, to sustain his part, breaks out into all that coarseness. love is the admiration and cherishing of the amiable qualities of the beloved person, upon the condition of yourself being the object of their action. the qualities of the sexes correspond. the man's courage is loved by the woman, whose fortitude again is coveted by the man. his vigorous intellect is answered by her infallible tact. can it be true, what is so constantly affirmed, that there is no sex in souls?--i doubt it, i doubt it exceedingly. [ ] [footnote : sc. .] [footnote : mr. coleridge was a great master in the art of love, but he had not studied in ovid's school. hear his account of the matter:-- "love, truly such, is itself not the most common thing in the world, and mutual love still less so. but that enduring personal attachment, so beautifully delineated by erin's sweet melodist, and still more touchingly, perhaps, in the well-known ballad, 'john anderson, my jo, john,' in addition to a depth and constancy of character of no every-day occurrence, supposes a peculiar sensibility and tenderness of nature; a constitutional communicativeness and utterancy of heart and soul; a delight in the detail of sympathy, in the outward and visible signs of the sacrament within,--to count, as it were, the pulses of the life of love. but, above all, it supposes a soul which, even in the pride and summer-tide of life, even in the lustihood of health and strength, had felt oftenest and prized highest that which age cannot take away, and which in all our lovings is _the_ love; i mean, that willing sense of the unsufficingness of the self for itself, which predisposes a generous nature to see, in the total being of another, the supplement and completion of its own; that quiet perpetual seeking which the presence of the beloved object modulates, not suspends, where the heart momently finds, and, finding again, seeks on; lastly, when 'life's changeful orb has passed the full,' a confirmed faith in the nobleness of humanity, thus brought home and pressed, as it were, to the very bosom of hourly experience; it supposes, i say, a heartfelt reverence for worth, not the less deep because divested of its solemnity by habit, by familiarity, by mutual infirmities, and even by a feeling of modesty which will arise in delicate minds, when they are conscious of possessing the same, or the correspondent, excellence in their own characters. in short, there must be a mind, which, while it feels the beautiful and the excellent in the beloved as its own, and by right of love appropriates it, can call goodness its playfellow; and dares make sport of time and infirmity, while, in the person of a thousand-foldly endeared partner, we feel for aged virtue the caressing fondness that belongs to the innocence of childhood, and repeat the same attentions and tender courtesies which had been dictated by the same affection to the same object when attired in feminine loveliness or in manly beauty." (poetical works, vol. ii. p. .)--ed.] measure for measure is the single exception to the delightfulness of shakspeare's plays. it is a hateful work, although shakspearian throughout. our feelings of justice are grossly wounded in angelo's escape. isabella herself contrives to be unamiable, and claudio is detestable. * * * * * i am inclined to consider the fox as the greatest of ben jonson's works. but his smaller works are full of poetry. * * * * * monsieur thomas and the little french lawyer are great favourites of mine amongst beaumont and fletcher's plays. how those plays overflow with wit! and yet i scarcely know a more deeply tragic scene any where than that in rollo, in which edith pleads for her father's life, and then, when she cannot prevail, rises up and imprecates vengeance on his murderer. [ ] [footnote : act iii. sc. .:-- "rollo. hew off her hands! hamond. lady, hold off! edith. no! hew 'em; hew off my innocent hands, as he commands you! they'll hang the faster on for death's convulsion.-- thou seed of rocks, will nothing move thee, then? are all my tears lost, all my righteous prayers drown'd in thy drunken wrath? i stand up thus, then, thou boldly bloody tyrant, and to thy face, in heav'n's high name defy thee! and may sweet mercy, when thy soul sighs for it,-- when under thy black mischiefs thy flesh trembles,-- when neither strength, nor youth, nor friends, nor gold, can stay one hour; when thy most wretched conscience, waked from her dream of death, like fire shall melt thee,-- when all thy mother's tears, thy brother's wounds, thy people's fears, and curses, and my loss, my aged father's loss, shall stand before thee-- rollo. save him, i say; run, save him, save her father; fly and redeem his head! edith. may then that pity," &c.] * * * * * our version of the bible is to be loved and prized for this, as for a thousand other things,--that it has preserved a purity of meaning to many terms of natural objects. without this holdfast, our vitiated imaginations would refine away language to mere abstractions. hence the french have lost their poetical language; and mr. blanco white says the same thing has happened to the spanish. * * * * * i have the perception of individual images very strong, but a dim one of the relation of place. i remember the man or the tree, but where i saw them i mostly forget.[ ] [footnote : there was no man whose opinion in morals, or even in a matter of general conduct in life, if you furnished the pertinent circumstances, i would have sooner adopted than mr. coleridge's; but i would not take him as a guide through streets or fields or earthly roads. he had much of the geometrician about him; but he could not find his way. in this, as in many other peculiarities of more importance, he inherited strongly from his learned and excellent father, who deserves, and will, i trust, obtain, a separate notice for himself when his greater son's life comes to be written. i believe the beginning of mr. c.'s liking for dr. spurzheim was the hearty good humour with which the doctor bore the laughter of a party, in the presence of which he, unknowing of his man, denied any _ideality_, and awarded an unusual share of _locality_, to the majestic silver-haired head of my dear uncle and father-in-law. but mr. coleridge immediately shielded the craniologist under the distinction preserved in the text, and perhaps, since that time, there may be a couple of organs assigned to the latter faculty.--ed.] * * * * * craniology is worth some consideration, although it is merely in its rudiments and guesses yet. but all the coincidences which have been observed could scarcely be by accident. the confusion and absurdity, however, will be endless until some names or proper terms are discovered for the organs, which are not taken from their mental application or significancy. the forepart of the head is generally given up to the higher intellectual powers; the hinder part to the sensual emotions. * * * * * silence does not always mark wisdom. i was at dinner, some time ago, in company with a man, who listened to me and said nothing for a long time; but he nodded his head, and i thought him intelligent. at length, towards the end of the dinner, some apple dumplings were placed on the table, and my man had no sooner seen them, than he burst forth with--"them's the jockies for me!" i wish spurzheim could have examined the fellow's head. * * * * * some folks apply epithets as boys do in making latin verses. when i first looked upon the falls of the clyde, i was unable to find a word to express my feelings. at last, a man, a stranger to me, who arrived about the same time, said:--"how majestic!"--(it was the precise term, and i turned round and was saying--"thank you, sir! that _is_ the exact word for it"--when he added, _eodem flatu_)--"yes! how very _pretty_!" * * * * * _july_ . . bull and waterland.--the trinity. bull and waterland are the classical writers on the trinity.[ ] in the trinity there is, . ipseity. . alterity. . community. you may express the formula thus:-- god, the absolute will or identity, = prothesis. the father = thesis. the son = antithesis. the spirit = synthesis. [footnote : mr. coleridge's admiration of bull and waterland as high theologians was very great. bull he used to read in the latin defensio fidei nicaenae, using the jesuit zola's edition of , which, i think, he bought at rome. he told me once, that when he was reading a protestant english bishop's work on the trinity, in a copy edited by an italian jesuit in italy, he felt proud of the church of england, and in good humour with the church of rome.--ed.] * * * * * the author of the athanasian creed is unknown. it is, in my judgment, heretical in the omission, or implicit denial, of the filial subordination in the godhead, which is the doctrine of the nicene creed, and for which bull and waterland have so fervently and triumphantly contended; and by not holding to which, sherlock staggered to and fro between tritheism and sabellianism. this creed is also tautological, and, if not persecuting, which i will not discuss, certainly containing harsh and ill-conceived language. * * * * * how much i regret that so many religious persons of the present day think it necessary to adopt a certain cant of manner and phraseology as a token to each other. they must _improve_ this and that text, and they must do so and so in a _prayerful_ way; and so on. why not use common language? a young lady the other day urged upon me that such and such feelings were the _marrow_ of all religion; upon which i recommended her to try to walk to london upon her marrow-bones only. * * * * * _july_ . . scale of animal being. in the very lowest link in the vast and mysterious chain of being, there is an effort, although scarcely apparent, at individualization; but it is almost lost in the mere nature. a little higher up, the individual is apparent and separate, but subordinate to any thing in man. at length, the animal rises to be on a par with the lowest power of the human nature. there are some of our natural desires which only remain in our most perfect state on earth as means of the higher powers' acting.[ ] [footnote : these remarks seem to call for a citation of that wonderful passage, transcendant alike in eloquence and philosophic depth, which the readers of the aids to reflection have long since laid up in cedar:-- "every rank of creatures, as it ascends in the scale of creation, leaves death behind it or under it. the metal at its height of being seems a mute prophecy of the coming vegetation, into a mimic semblance of which it crystallizes. the blossom and flower, the acme of vegetable life, divides into correspondent organs with reciprocal functions, and by instinctive motions and approximations seems impatient of that fixture, by which it is differenced in kind from the flower-shaped psyche that flutters with free wing above it. and wonderfully in the insect realm doth the irritability, the proper seat of instinct, while yet the nascent sensibility is subordinate thereto,--most wonderfully, i say, doth the muscular life in the insect, and the musculo-arterial in the bird, imitate and typically rehearse the adaptive understanding, yea, and the moral affections and charities of man. let us carry ourselves back, in spirit, to the mysterious week, the teeming work-days of the creator, as they rose in vision before the eye of the inspired historian "of the generations of the heaven and earth, in the days that the lord god made the earth and the heavens." and who that hath watched their ways with an understanding heart, could, as the vision evolving still advanced towards him, contemplate the filial and loyal bee; the home building, wedded, and divorceless swallow; and, above all, the manifoldly intelligent ant tribes, with their commonwealth and confederacies, their warriors and miners, the husband-folk, that fold in their tiny flocks on the honied leaf, and the virgin sisters with the holy instincts of maternal love, detached and in selfless purity, and not say to himself, behold the shadow of approaching humanity, the sun rising from behind, in the kindling morn of creation! thus all lower natures find their highest good in semblances and seekings of that which is higher and better. all things strive to ascend, and ascend in their striving. and shall man alone stoop? shall his pursuits and desires, the reflections of his inward life, be like the reflected image of a tree on the edge of a pool, that grows downward, and seeks a mock heaven in the unstable element beneath it, in neighbourhood with the slim water-weeds and oozy bottom-grass that are yet better than itself and more noble, in as far as substances that appear as shadows are preferable to shadows mistaken for substance? no! it must be a higher good to make you happy. while you labour for any thing below your proper humanity, you seek a happy life in the region of death. well saith the moral poet:-- 'unless above himself he can erect himself, how mean a thing is man!'" p. . d ed.--ed.] july . . popedom.--scanderbeg.--thomas � becket.--pure ages of greek, italian, and english.--luther.--baxter.--algernon sidney's style.--ariosto and tasso.-- prose and poetry.--the fathers.--rhenferd.--jacob behmen. what a grand subject for a history the popedom is! the pope ought never to have affected temporal sway, but to have lived retired within st. angelo, and to have trusted to the superstitious awe inspired by his character and office. he spoiled his chance when he meddled in the petty italian politics. * * * * * scanderbeg would be a very fine subject for walter scott; and so would thomas à becket, if it is not rather too much for him. it involves in essence the conflict between arms, or force, and the men of letters. * * * * * observe the superior truth of language, in greek, to theocritus inclusively; in latin, to the augustan age exclusively; in italian, to tasso exclusively; and in english, to taylor and barrow inclusively. * * * * * luther is, in parts, the most evangelical writer i know, after the apostles and apostolic men. * * * * * pray read with great attention baxter's life of himself. it is an inestimable work. [ ] i may not unfrequently doubt baxter's memory, or even his competence, in consequence of his particular modes of thinking; but i could almost as soon doubt the gospel verity as his veracity. [footnote : this, a very thick folio of the old sort, was one of mr. coleridge's text books for english church history. he used to say that there was _no_ substitute for it in a course of study for a clergyman or public man, and that the modern political dissenters, who affected to glory in baxter as a leader, would read a bitter lecture on themselves in every page of it. in a marginal note i find mr. c. writing thus: "alas! in how many respects does my lot resemble baxter's! but how much less have my bodily evils been, and yet how very much greater an impediment have i suffered them to be! but verily baxter's labours seem miracles of supporting grace."--ed.] * * * * * i am not enough read in puritan divinity to know the particular objections to the surplice, over and above the general prejudice against the _retenta_ of popery. perhaps that was the only ground,--a foolish one enough. in my judgment bolingbroke's style is not in any respect equal to that of cowley or dryden. read algernon sidney; his style reminds you as little of books as of blackguards. what a gentleman he was! * * * * * burke's essay on the sublime and beautiful seems to me a poor thing; and what he says upon taste is neither profound nor accurate. * * * * * well! i am for ariosto against tasso; though i would rather praise aristo's poetry than his poem. * * * * * i wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their best order;--poetry = the _best_ words in the best order. * * * * * i conceive origen, jerome, and augustine to be the three great fathers in respect of theology, and basil, gregory nazianzen, and chrysostom in respect of rhetoric. * * * * * rhenferd possessed the immense learning and robust sense of selden, with the acuteness and wit of jortin. * * * * * jacob behmen remarked, that it was not wonderful that there were separate languages for england, france, germany, &c.; but rather that there was not a different language for every degree of latitude. in confirmation of which, see the infinite variety of languages amongst the barbarous tribes of south america. _july_ . . non-perception of colours. what is said of some persons not being able to distinguish colours, i believe. it may proceed from general weakness, which will render the differences imperceptible, just as the dusk or twilight makes all colours one. this defect is most usual in the blue ray, the negative pole. * * * * * i conjecture that when finer experiments have been applied, the red, yellow, and orange rays will be found as capable of communicating magnetic action as the other rays, though, perhaps, under different circumstances. remember this, if you are alive twenty years hence, and think of me. _july_ . . restoration.--reformation. the elements had been well shaken together during the civil wars and interregnum under the long parliament and protectorate; and nothing but the cowardliness and impolicy of the nonconformists, at the restoration, could have prevented a real reformation on a wider basis. but the truth is, by going over to breda with their stiff flatteries to the hollow-hearted king, they put sheldon and the bishops on the side of the constitution. * * * * * the reformation in the sixteenth century narrowed reform. as soon as men began to call themselves names, all hope of further amendment was lost. _july_ . . william iii.--berkeley.--spinosa.--genius.--envy.--love. william the third was a greater and much honester man than any of his ministers. i believe every one of them, except shrewsbury, has now been detected in correspondence with james. * * * * * berkeley can only be confuted, or answered, by one sentence. so it is with spinosa. his premiss granted, the deduction is a chain of adamant. * * * * * genius may co-exist with wildness, idleness, folly, even with crime; but not long, believe me, with selfishness, and the indulgence of an envious disposition. envy is *[greek: kakistos kai dikaiotatos theos], as i once saw it expressed somewhere in a page of stobaeus: it dwarfs and withers its worshippers. * * * * * the man's desire is for the woman; but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.[ ] [footnote : "a woman's friendship," i find written by mr. c. on a page dyed red with an imprisoned rose-leaf, "a woman's friendship borders more closely on love than man's. men affect each other in the reflection of noble or friendly acts; whilst women ask fewer proofs, and more signs and expressions of attachment."--ed.] august . . jeremy taylor.--hooker.--ideas.--knowledge. jeremy taylor is an excellent author for a young man to study, for the purpose of imbibing noble principles, and at the same time of learning to exercise caution and thought in detecting his numerous errors. * * * * * i must acknowledge, with some hesitation, that i think hooker has been a little over-credited for his judgment. take as an instance of an idea the continuity and coincident distinctness of nature; or this,--vegetable life is always striving to be something that it is not; animal life to be itself.[ ] hence, in a plant the parts, as the root, the stem, the branches, leaves, &c. remain after they have each produced or contributed to produce a different _status_ of the whole plant: in an animal nothing of the previous states remains distinct, but is incorporated into, and constitutes progressively, the very self. [footnote : the reader who has never studied plato, bacon, kant, or coleridge in their philosophic works, will need to be told that the word idea is not used in this passage in the sense adopted by "dr. holofernes, who in a lecture on metaphysics, delivered at one of the mechanics' institutions, explodes all _ideas_ but those of sensation; whilst his friend, deputy costard, has no _idea_ of a better-flavoured haunch of venison, than he dined off at the london tavern last week. he admits (for the deputy has travelled) that the french have an excellent _idea_ of cooking in general; but holds that their most accomplished _maîtres de cuisine_ have no more _idea_ of dressing a turtle, than the parisian gourmands themselves have any _real idea_ of the true _taste_ and _colour_ of the fat." church and state, p. . no! what mr. coleridge meant by an idea in this place may be expressed in various ways out of his own works. i subjoin a sufficient definition from the church and state, p. . "that which, contemplated _objectively_, (that is, as existing _externally_ to the mind,) we call a law; the same contemplated _subjectively_, (that is, as existing in a subject or mind,) is an idea. hence plato often names ideas, laws; and lord bacon, the british plato, describes the laws of the material universe as the ideas in nature. "quod in natura _naturata_ lex, in natura _naturante_ idea dicitur." a more subtle limitation of the word may be found in the last paragraph of essay (e) in the appendix to the statesman's manual.--ed.] * * * * * to know any thing for certain is to have a clear insight into the inseparability of the predicate from the subject (the matter from the form), and _vice versâ_. this is a verbal definition,--a _real_ definition of a thing absolutely known is impossible. i _know_ a circle, when i perceive that the equality of all possible radii from the centre to the circumference is inseparable from the idea of a circle. _august_ . . painting. painting is the intermediate somewhat between a thought and a thing. april . . prophecies of the old testament.--messiah.--jews.--the trinity. if the prophecies of the old testament are not rightly interpreted of jesus our christ, then there is no prediction whatever contained in it of that stupendous event--the rise and establishment of christianity--in comparison with which all the preceding jewish history is as nothing. with the exception of the book of daniel, which the jews themselves never classed among the prophecies, and an obscure text of jeremiah, there is not a passage in all the old testament which favours the notion of a temporal messiah. what moral object was there, for which such a messiah should come? what could he have been but a sort of virtuous sesostris or buonaparte? * * * * * i know that some excellent men--israelites without guile--do not, in fact, expect the advent of any messiah; but believe, or suggest, that it may possibly have been god's will and meaning, that the jews should remain a quiet light among the nations for the purpose of pointing at the doctrine of the unity of god. to which i say, that this truth of the essential unity of god has been preserved, and gloriously preached, by christianity alone. the romans never shut up their temples, nor ceased to worship a hundred or a thousand gods and goddesses, at the bidding of the jews; the persians, the hindus, the chinese, learned nothing of this great truth from the jews. but from christians they did learn it in various degrees, and are still learning it. the religion of the jews is, indeed, a light; but it is as the light of the glow-worm, which gives no heat, and illumines nothing but itself. * * * * * it has been objected to me, that the vulgar notions of the trinity are at variance with this doctrine; and it was added, whether as flattery or sarcasm matters not, that few believers in the trinity thought of it as i did. to which again humbly, yet confidently, i reply, that my superior light, if superior, consists in nothing more than this,--that i more clearly see that the doctrine of trinal unity is an absolute truth transcending my human means of understanding it, or demonstrating it. i may or may not be able to utter the formula of my faith in this mystery in more logical terms than some others; but this i say, go and ask the most ordinary man, a professed believer in this doctrine, whether he believes in and worships a plurality of gods, and he will start with horror at the bare suggestion. he may not be able to explain his creed in exact terms; but he will tell you that he _does_ believe in one god, and in one god only,-- reason about it as you may. * * * * * what all the churches of the east and west, what romanist and protestant believe in common, that i call christianity. in no proper sense of the word can i call unitarians and socinians believers in christ; at least, not in the only christ of whom i have read or know any thing. april , . conversion of the jews.--jews in poland. there is no hope of converting the jews in the way and with the spirit unhappily adopted by our church; and, indeed, by all other modern churches. in the first age, the jewish christians undoubtedly considered themselves as the seed of abraham, to whom the promise had been made; and, as such, a superior order. witness the account of st. peter's conduct in the acts [ ], and the epistle to the galatians.[ ] st. paul protested against this, so far as it went to make jewish observances compulsory on christians who were not of jewish blood, and so far as it in any way led to bottom the religion on the mosaic covenant of works; but he never denied the birthright of the chosen seed: on the contrary, he himself evidently believed that the jews would ultimately be restored; and he says,--if the gentiles have been so blest by the rejection of the jews, how much rather shall they be blest by the conversion and restoration of israel! why do we expect the jews to abandon their national customs and distinctions? the abyssinian church said that they claimed a descent from abraham; and that, in virtue of such ancestry, they observed circumcision: but declaring withal, that they rejected the covenant of works, and rested on the promise fulfilled in jesus christ. in consequence of this appeal, the abyssinians were permitted to retain their customs. if rhenferd's essays were translated--if the jews were made acquainted with the real argument--if they were addressed kindly, and were not required to abandon their distinctive customs and national type, but were invited to become christians _as of the seed of abraham_--i believe there would be a christian synagogue in a year's time. as it is, the jews of the lower orders are the very lowest of mankind; they have not a principle of honesty in them; to grasp and be getting money for ever is their single and exclusive occupation. a learned jew once said to me, upon this subject:--"o sir! make the inhabitants of hollywell street and duke's place israelites first, and then we may debate about making them christians."[ ] in poland, the jews are great landholders, and are the worst of tyrants. they have no kind of sympathy with their labourers and dependants. they never meet them in common worship. land, in the hand of a large number of jews, instead of being, what it ought to be, the organ of permanence, would become the organ of rigidity, in a nation; by their intermarriages within their own pale, it would be in fact perpetually entailed. then, again, if a popular tumult were to take place in poland, who can doubt that the jews would be the first objects of murder and spoliation? [footnote : chap. xv.] [footnote : chap. ii.] [footnote : mr. coleridge had a very friendly acquaintance with several learned jews in this country, and he told me that, whenever he had fallen in with a jew of thorough education and literary habits, he had always found him possessed of a strong natural capacity for metaphysical disquisitions. i may mention here the best known of his jewish friends, one whom he deeply respected, hyman hurwitz.--ed.] april . . mosaic miracles.--pantheism. in the miracles of moses, there is a remarkable intermingling of acts, which we should now-a-days call simply providential, with such as we should still call miraculous. the passing of the jordan, in the d chapter of the book of joshua, is perhaps the purest and sheerest miracle recorded in the bible; it seems to have been wrought for the miracle's sake, and so thereby to show to the jews--the descendants of those who had come out of egypt-- that the _same_ god who had appeared to their fathers, and who had by miracles, in many respects providential only, preserved them in the wilderness, was _their_ god also. the manna and quails were ordinary provisions of providence, rendered miraculous by certain laws and qualities annexed to them in the particular instance. the passage of the red sea was effected by a strong wind, which, we are told, drove hack the waters; and so on. but then, again, the death of the first-born was purely miraculous. hence, then, both jews and egyptians might take occasion to learn, that it was _one and the same god_ who interfered specially, and who governed all generally. * * * * * take away the first verse of the hook of genesis, and then what immediately follows is an exact history or sketch of pantheism. pantheism was taught in the mysteries of greece; of which the samothracian or cabeiric were probably the purest and the most ancient. _april_ . . poetic promise. in the present age it is next to impossible to predict from specimens, however favourable, that a young man will turn out a great poet, or rather a poet at all. poetic taste, dexterity in composition, and ingenious imitation, often produce poems that are very promising in appearance. but genius, or the power of doing something new, is another thing. mr. tennyson's sonnets, such as i have seen, have many of the characteristic excellencies of those of wordsworth and southey. _april . ._ it is a small thing that the patient knows of his own state; yet some things he _does_ know better than his physician. * * * * * i never had, and never could feel, any horror at death, simply as death. * * * * * good and bad men are each less so than they seem. _april . ._ nominalists and realists.--british schoolmen.--spinosa. the result of my system will be, to show, that, so far from the world being a goddess in petticoats, it is rather the devil in a strait waistcoat. * * * * * the controversy of the nominalists and realists was one of the greatest and most important that ever occupied the human mind. they were both right, and both wrong. they each maintained opposite poles of the same truth; which truth neither of them saw, for want of a higher premiss. duns scotus was the head of the realists; ockham,[ ] his own disciple, of the nominalists. ockham, though certainly very prolix, is a most extraordinary writer. [footnote : john duns scotus was born in , at dunstone in the parish of emildune, near alnwick. he was a fellow of merton college, and professor of divinity at oxford. after acquiring an uncommon reputation at his own university, he went to paris, and thence to cologne, and there died in , at the early age of thirty-four years. he was called the subtle doctor, and found time to compose works which now fill twelve volumes in folio. see the lyons edition, by luke wadding, in . william ockham was an englishman, and died about ; but the place and year of his birth are not clearly ascertained. he was styled the invincible doctor, and wrote bitterly against pope john xxii. we all remember butler's account of these worthies:-- "he knew what's what, and that's as high as metaphysic wit can fly; in school divinity as able as he that hight irrefragable, a second thomas, or at once to name them all, another _dunse_; profound in all the nominal and real ways beyond them all; for he a rope of sand could twist as tough as learned sorbonist." hudibras. part i. canto i. v. . the irrefragable doctor was alexander hales, a native of gloucestershire, who died in . amongst his pupils at paris, was fidanza, better known by the name of bonaventura, the seraphic doctor. the controversy of the realists and the nominalists cannot he explained in a note; but in substance the original point of dispute may be thus stated. the realists held _generally_ with aristotle, that there were universal _ideas_ or essences impressed upon matter, and covëal with, and inherent in, their objects. plato held that these universal forms existed as exemplars in the divine mind previously to, and independently of, matter; but both maintained, under one shape or other, the real existence of universal forms. on the other hand, zeno and the old stoics denied the existence of these universals, and contended that they were no more than mere tenms and nominal representatives of their particular objects. the nominalists were the followers of zeno, and held that universal forms are merely modes of conception, and exist solely in and for the mind. it does not require much reflection to see how great an influence these different systems might have upon the enunciation of the higher doctrines of christianity.--ed.] * * * * * it is remarkable, that two thirds of the eminent schoolmen were of british birth. it was the schoolmen who made the languages of europe what they now are. we laugh at the quiddities of those writers now, but, in truth, these quiddities are just the parts of their language which we have rejected; whilst we never think of the mass which we have adopted, and have in daily use. * * * * * one of the scholastic definitions of god is this,--_deus est, cui omne quod est est esse omne quod est:_ as long a sentence made up of as few words, and those as oligosyllabic, as any i remember. by the by, that _oligosyllabic_ is a word happily illustrative of its own meaning, _ex opposito_. * * * * * spinosa, at the very end of his life, seems to have gained a glimpse of the truth. in the last letter published in his works, it appears that he began to suspect his premiss. his _unica substantia_ is, in fact, a mere notion, --a _subject_ of the mind, and no _object_ at all. * * * * * plato's works are preparatory exercises for the mind. he leads you to see, that propositions involving in themselves contradictory conceptions, are nevertheless true; and which, therefore, must belong to a higher logic-- that of ideas. they are contradictory only in the aristotelian logic, which is the instrument of the understanding. i have read most of the works of plato several times with profound attention, but not all his writings. in fact, i soon found that i had read plato by anticipation. he was a consummate genius.[ ] [footnote : "this is the test and character of a truth so affirmed (--a truth of the reason, an idea)--that in its own proper form it is _inconceivable_. for to _conceive_, is a function of the understanding, which can he exercised only on subjects subordinate thereto. and yet to the forms of the understanding all truth must be reduced, that is to be fixed as an object of reflection, and to be rendered _expressible_. and here we have a second test and sign of a truth so affirmed, that it can come forth out of the moulds of the understanding only in the disguise of two contradictory conceptions, each of which is partially true, and the conjunction of both conceptions becomes the representative or _expression_ (--the _exponent_) of a truth beyond conception and inexpressible. examples: _before_ abraham was, i am. god is a circle, the centre of which is every where, and the circumference no where. the soul is all in every part." aids to reflection, n. .n. see also _church and state_, p. .--ed.] * * * * * my mind is in a state of philosophical doubt as to animal magnetism. von spix, the eminent naturalist, makes no doubt of the matter, and talks coolly of giving doses of it. the torpedo affects a third or external object, by an exertion of its own will: such a power is not properly electrical; for electricity acts invariably under the same circumstances. a steady gaze will make many persons of fair complexions blush deeply. account for that. [ ] [footnote : i find the following remarkable passage in p. . vol. i. of the richly annotated copy of mr. southey's life of wesley, which mr. c. bequeathed as his "darling book and the favourite of his library" to its great and honoured author and donor:-- "the coincidence throughout of all these methodist cases with those of the magnetists makes me wish for a solution that would apply to all. now this sense or appearance of a sense of the distant, both in time and space, is common to almost all the _magnetic_ patients in denmark, germany, france, and north italy, to many of whom the same or a similar solution could not apply. likewise, many cases have been recorded at the same time, in different countries, by men who had never heard of each other's names, and where the simultaneity of publication proves the independence of the testimony. and among the magnetisers and attesters are to be found names of men, whose competence in respect of integrity and incapability of intentional falsehood is fully equal to that of wesley, and their competence in respect of physio- and psychological insight and attainments incomparably greater. who would dream, indeed, of comparing wesley with a cuvier, hufeland, blumenbach, eschenmeyer, reil, &c.? were i asked, what _i_ think, my answer would be,--that the evidence enforces scepticism and a _non liquet_;--too strong and consentaneous for a candid mind to be satisfied of its falsehood, or its solvibility on the supposition of imposture or casual coincidence;--too fugacious and unfixable to support any theory that supposes the always potential, and, under certain conditions and circumstances, occasionally active, existence of a correspondent faculty in the human soul. and nothing less than such an hypothesis would be adequate to the _satisfactory_ explanation of the facts;--though that of a _metastasis_ of specific functions of the nervous energy, taken in conjunction with extreme nervous excitement, _plus_ some delusion, _plus_ some illusion, _plus_ some imposition, _plus_ some chance and accidental coincidence, might determine the direction in which the scepticism should vibrate. nine years has the subject of zoo-magnetism been before me. i have traced it historically, collected a mass of documents in french, german, italian, and the latinists of the sixteenth century, have never neglected an opportunity of questioning eye-witnesses, _ex. gr._ tieck, treviranus, de prati, meyer, and others of literary or medical celebrity, and i remain where i was, and where the first perusal of klug's work had left me, without having moved an inch backward or forward. the reply of treviranus, the famous botanist, to me, when he was in london, is worth recording:--'ich habe gesehen was (ich weiss das) ich nicht würde geglaubt haben auf _ihren_ erzählung,' &c. 'i have seen what i am certain i would not have believed on your telling; and in all reason, therefore, i can neither expect nor wish that you should believe on _mine_.'"--ed.] _may_ . . fall of man.--madness.--brown and darwin.--nitrous oxide. a fall of some sort or other--the creation, as it were, of the non- absolute--is the fundamental postulate of the moral history of man. without this hypothesis, man is unintelligible; with it, every phenomenon is explicable. the mystery itself is too profound for human insight. * * * * * madness is not simply a bodily disease. it is the sleep of the spirit with certain conditions of wakefulness; that is to say, lucid intervals. during this sleep, or recession of the spirit, the lower or bestial states of life rise up into action and prominence. it is an awful thing to be eternally tempted by the perverted senses. the reason may resist--it does resist--for a long time; but too often, at length, it yields for a moment, and the man is mad for ever. an act of the will is, in many instances, precedent to complete insanity. i think it was bishop butler who said, that he was "all his life struggling against the devilish suggestions of his senses," which would have maddened him, if he had relaxed the stern wakefulness of his reason for a single moment. * * * * * brown's and darwin's theories are both ingenious; but the first will not account for sleep, and the last will not account for death: considerable defects, you must allow. * * * * * it is said that every excitation is followed by a commensurate exhaustion. that is not so. the excitation caused by inhaling nitrous oxide is an exception at least; it leaves no exhaustion on the bursting of the bubble. the operation of this gas is to prevent the decarbonating of the blood; and, consequently, if taken excessively, it would produce apoplexy. the blood becomes black as ink. the voluptuous sensation attending the inhalation is produced by the compression and resistance. _may_ . . plants.--insects.--men.--dog.--ant and bee. plants exist _in_ themselves. insects _by_, or by means of, themselves. men, _for_ themselves. the perfection of irrational animals is that which is best for _them_; the perfection of man is that which is absolutely best. there is growth only in plants; but there is irritability, or, a better word, instinctivity, in insects. * * * * * you may understand by _insect_, life in sections--diffused generally over all the parts. * * * * * the dog alone, of all brute animals, has a [*greek: storgae], or affection _upwards_ to man. * * * * * the ant and the bee are, i think, much nearer man in the understanding or faculty of adapting means to proximate ends than the elephant.[ ] [footnote : i remember mr. c. was accustomed to consider the ant, as the most intellectual, and the dog as the most affectionate, of the irrational creatures, so far as our present acquaintance with the facts of natural history enables us to judge.--ed.] _may_ . . black colonel. what an excellent character is the black colonel in mrs. bennett's "beggar girl!"[ ] if an inscription be put upon my tomb, it may be that i was an enthusiastic lover of the church; and as enthusiastic a hater of those who have betrayed it, be they who they may.[ ] [footnote : this character was frequently a subject of pleasant description and enlargement with mr. coleridge, and he generally passed from it to a high commendation of miss austen's novels, as being in their way perfectly genuine and individual productions.--ed.] [footnote : this was a strong way of expressing a deep-rooted feeling. a better and a truer character would be, that coleridge was a lover of the church, and a defender of the faith! this last expression is the utterance of a conviction so profound that it can patiently wait for time to prove its truth.--ed.] _may_ . . holland and the dutch. holland and the netherlands ought to be seen once, because no other country is like them. every thing is artificial. you will be struck with the combinations of vivid greenery, and water, and building; but every thing is so distinct and rememberable, that you would not improve your conception by visiting the country a hundred times over. it is interesting to see a country and a nature _made_, as it were, by man, and to compare it with god's nature.[ ] if you go, remark, (indeed you will be forced to do so in spite of yourself,) remark, i say, the identity (for it is more than proximity) of a disgusting dirtiness in all that concerns the dignity of, and reverence for, the human person; and a persecuting painted cleanliness in every thing connected with property. you must not walk in their gardens; nay, you must hardly look into them. [footnote : in the summer of , mr. coleridge made an excursion with mr. wordsworth in holland, flanders, and up the rhine, as far as bergen. he came back delighted, especially with his stay near bonn, but with an abiding disgust at the filthy habits of the people. upon cologne, in particular, he avenged himself in two epigrams. see poet. works, vol. ii. p. .--ed.] * * * * * the dutch seem very happy and comfortable, certainly; but it is the happiness of _animals_. in vain do you look for the sweet breath of hope and advancement among them. [ ]in fact, as to their villas and gardens, they are not to be compared to an ordinary london merchant's box. [footnote : "for every gift of noble origin is breathed upon by hope's perpetual breath." _wordsworth._] _may . ._ religion gentilizes.--women and men.--biblical commentators.--walkerite creed. you may depend upon it, religion is, in its essence, the most gentlemanly thing in the world. it will _alone_ gentilize, if unmixed with cant; and i know nothing else that will, _alone_. certainly not the army, which is thought to be the grand embellisher of manners. * * * * * a woman's head is usually over ears in her heart. man seems to have been designed for the superior being of the two; but as things are, i think women are generally better creatures than men. they have, taken universally, weaker appetites and weaker intellects, but they have much stronger affections. a man with a bad heart has been sometimes saved by a strong head; but a corrupt woman is lost for ever. * * * * * i never could get much information out of the biblical commentators. cocceius has told me the most; but he, and all of them, have a notable trick of passing _siccissimis pedibus_ over the parts which puzzle a man of reflection. the walkerite creed, or doctrine of the new church, as it is called, appears to be a miscellany of calvinism and quakerism; but it is hard to understand it. * * * * * _may_ , . horne tooke.----diversions of purley.----gender of the sun in german. horne tooke was pre-eminently a ready-witted man. he had that clearness which is founded on shallowness. he doubted nothing; and, therefore, gave you all that he himself knew, or meant, with great completeness. his voice was very fine, and his tones exquisitely discriminating. his mind had no progression or developement. all that is worth any thing (and that is but little) in the diversions of purley is contained in a short pamphlet-letter which he addressed to mr. dunning; then it was enlarged to an octavo, hut there was not a foot of progression beyond the pamphlet; at last, a quarto volume, believe, came out; and yet, verily, excepting newspaper lampoons and political insinuations, there was no addition to the argument of the pamphlet, it shows a base and unpoetical mind to convert so beautiful, so divine, a subject as language into the vehicle or make-weight of political squibs. all that is true in horne tooke's book is taken from lennep, who gave it for so much as it was worth, and never pretended to make a system of it. tooke affects to explain the origin and whole philosophy of language by what is, in fact, only a mere accident of the history of one language, or one or two languages. his abuse of harris is most shallow and unfair. harris, in the hermes, was dealing--not very profoundly, it is true,--with the philosophy of language, the moral, physical, and metaphysical causes and conditions of it, &c. horne tooke, in writing about the formation of words only, thought he was explaining the philosophy of language, which is a very different thing. in point of fact, he was very shallow in the gothic dialects. i must say, all that _decantata fabula_ about the genders of the sun and moon in german seems to me great stuff. originally, i apprehend, in the _platt-deutsch_ of the north of germany there were only two definite articles--_die_ for masculine and feminine, and _das_ for neuter. then it was _die sonne_, in a masculine sense, as we say with the same word as article, _the_ sun. luther, in constructing the _hoch-deutsch_ (for really his miraculous and providential translation of the bible was the fundamental act of construction of the literary german), took for his distinct masculine article the _der_ of the _ober-deutsch_, and thus constituted the three articles of the present high german, _der, die, das_. naturally, therefore, it would then have been, _der sonne_; but here the analogy of the greek grammar prevailed, and as _sonne_ had the arbitrary feminine termination of the greek, it was left with its old article _die_, which, originally including masculine and feminine both, had grown to designate the feminine only. to the best of my recollection, the minnesingers and all the old poets always use the sun as masculine; and, since luther's time, the poets feel the awkwardness of the classical gender affixed to the sun so much, that they more commonly introduce phoebus or some other synonyme instead. i must acknowledge my doubts, whether, upon more accurate investigation, it can be shown that there ever was a nation that considered the sun in itself, and apart from language, as the feminine power. the moon does not so clearly demand a feminine as the sun does a masculine sex: it might be considered negatively or neuter;--yet if the reception of its light from the sun were known, that would have been a good reason for making her feminine, as being the recipient body. * * * * * as our _the_ was the german _die_, so i believe our _that_ stood for _das_, and was used as a neuter definite article. the _platt-deutsch_ was a compact language like the english, not admitting much agglutination. the _ober-deutsch_ was fuller and fonder of agglutinating words together, although it was not so soft in its sounds. _may . ._ horne tooke.--jacobins. horne tooke said that his friends might, if they pleased, go as far as slough,--he should go no farther than hounslow; but that was no reason why he should not keep them company so far as their roads were the same. the answer is easy. suppose you know, or suspect, that a man is about to commit a robbery at slough, though you do not mean to be his accomplice, have you a moral right to walk arm in arm with him to hounslow, and, by thus giving him your countenance, prevent his being taken up? the history of all the world tells us, that immoral means will ever intercept good ends. * * * * * enlist the interests of stern morality and religious enthusiasm in the cause of political liberty, as in the time of the old puritans, and it will be irresistible; but the jacobins played the whole game of religion, and morals, and domestic happiness into the hands of the aristocrats. thank god! that they did so. england was saved from civil war by their enormous, their providential, blundering. * * * * * can a politician, a statesman, slight the feelings and the convictions of the whole matronage of his country? the women are as influential upon such national interests as the men. * * * * * horne tooke was always making a butt of mr. godwin; who, nevertheless, had that in him which tooke could never have understood. i saw a good deal of tooke at one time: he left upon me the impression of his being a keen, iron man. _may_ . . persian and arabic poetry.--milesian tales. i must acknowledge i never could see much merit in the persian poetry, which i have read in translation. there is not a ray of imagination in it, and but a glimmering of fancy. it is, in fact, so far as i know, deficient in truth. poetry is certainly something more than good sense, but it must be good sense, at all events; just as a palace is more than a house, but it must be a house, at least. the arabian nights' tales are a different thing --they are delightful, but i cannot help surmising that there is a good deal of greek fancy in them. no doubt we have had a great loss in the milesian tales.[ ] the book of job is pure arab poetry of the highest and most antique cast. think of the sublimity, i should rather say the profundity, of that passage in ezekiel, [ ]"son of man, can these bones live? and i answered, o lord god, thou knowest." i know nothing like it. [footnote : the milesiacs were so called, because written or composed by aristides of miletus, and also because the scene of all or most of them was placed in that rich and luxurious city. harpocration cites the sixth book of this collection. nothing, i believe, is now known of the age or history of this aristides, except what may be inferred from the fact that lucius cornelius sisenna translated the tales into latin, as we learn from ovid:-- junxit aristides _milesia crimina_ secum-- and afterwards, vertit aristidem sisenna, nec obfuit illi historiae turpes inseruisse jocos:-- _fasti_, ii. - . and also from the incident mentioned in the _plutarchian_ life of crassus, that after the defeat at carrhae, a copy of the milesiacs of aristides was found in the baggage of a roman officer, and that surena (who, by the by, if history has not done him injustice, was not a man to be over scrupulous in such a case,) caused the book to be brought into the senate house of seleucia, and a portion of it read aloud, for the purpose of insulting the romans, who, even during war, he said, could not abstain from the perusal of such _infamous compositions_,--c. . the immoral character of these tales, therefore, may be considered pretty clearly established; they were the decameron and heptameron of antiquity.--ed.] [footnote : chap. xxxvii. v. .] _may_ . . sir t. monro.--sir s. raffles.--canning. sir thomas monro and sir stamford raffles were both great men; but i recognise more genius in the latter, though, i believe, the world says otherwise. * * * * * i never found what i call an idea in any speech or writing of ----'s. those enormously prolix harangues are a proof of weakness in the higher intellectual grasp. canning had a sense of the beautiful and the good; --- rarely speaks but to abuse, detract, and degrade. i confine myself to institutions, of course, and do not mean personal detraction. in my judgment, no man can rightly apprehend an abuse till he has first mastered the idea of the use of an institution. how fine, for example, is the idea of the unhired magistracy of england, taking in and linking together the duke to the country gentleman in the primary distribution of justice, or in the preservation of order and execution of law at least throughout the country! yet some men never seem to have thought of it for one moment, but as connected with brewers, and barristers, and tyrannical squire westerns! from what i saw of homer, i thought him a superior man, in real intellectual greatness. * * * * * canning flashed such a light around the constitution, that it was difficult to see the ruins of the fabric through it. _may_ . . shakspeare.--milton.--homer. shakspeare is the spinosistic deity--an omnipresent creativeness. milton is the deity of prescience; he stands _ab extra_, and drives a fiery chariot and four, making the horses feel the iron curb which holds them in. shakspeare's poetry is characterless; that is, it does not reflect the individual shakspeare; but john milton himself is in every line of the paradise lost. shakspeare's rhymed verses are excessively condensed,-- epigrams with the point every where; but in his blank dramatic verse he is diffused, with a linked sweetness long drawn out. no one can understand shakspeare's superiority fully until he has ascertained, by comparison, all that which he possessed in common with several other great dramatists of his age, and has then calculated the surplus which is entirely shakspeare's own. his rhythm is so perfect, that you may be almost sure that you do not understand the real force of a line, if it does not run well as you read it. the necessary mental pause after every hemistich or imperfect line is always equal to the time that would have been taken in reading the complete verse. * * * * * i have no doubt whatever that homer is a mere concrete name for the rhapsodies of the iliad.[ ] of course there was _a_ homer, and twenty besides. i will engage to compile twelve books with characters just as distinct and consistent as those in the iliad, from the metrical ballads, and other chronicles of england, about arthur and the knights of the round table. i say nothing about moral dignity, but the mere consistency of character. the different qualities were traditional. tristram is always courteous, lancelot invincible, and so on. the same might be done with the spanish romances of the cid. there is no subjectivity whatever in the homeric poetry. there is a subjectivity of the poet, as of milton, who is himself before himself in everything he writes; and there is a subjectivity of the _persona_, or dramatic character, as in all shakspeare's great creations, hamlet, lear, &c. [footnote : mr. coleridge was a decided wolfian in the homeric question; but he had never read a word of the famous prolegomena, and knew nothing of wolf's reasoning, but what i told him of it in conversation. mr. c. informed me, that he adopted the conclusion contained in the text upon the first perusal of vico's scienza nuova; "not," he said, "that vico has reasoned it out with such learning and accuracy as you report of wolf, but vico struck out all the leading hints, and i soon filled up the rest out of my own head."-- ed.] _may_ . . reason and understanding.--words and names of things. until you have mastered the fundamental difference, in kind, between the reason and the understanding as faculties of the human mind, you cannot escape a thousand difficulties in philosophy. it is pre-eminently the _gradus ad philosophiam_. * * * * * the general harmony between the operations of the mind and heart, and the words which express them in almost all languages, is wonderful; whilst the endless discrepancies between the names of _things_ is very well deserving notice. there are nearly a hundred names in the different german dialects for the alder-tree. i believe many more remarkable instances are to be found in arabic. indeed, you may take a very pregnant and useful distinction between _words_ and mere arbitrary _names of things_. _may . ._ the trinity.--irving. the trinity is, . the will; . the reason, or word; . the love, or life. as we distinguish these three, so we must unite them in one god. the union must be as transcendant as the distinction. mr. irving's notion is tritheism,--nay, rather in terms, tri-daemonism. his opinion about the sinfulness of the humanity of our lord is absurd, if considered in one point of view; for body is not carcass. how can there be a sinful carcass? but what he says is capable of a sounder interpretation. irving caught many things from me; but he would never attend to any thing which he thought he could not use in the pulpit. i told him the certain consequence would be, that he would fall into grievous errors. sometimes he has five or six pages together of the purest eloquence, and then an outbreak of almost madman's babble.[ ] [footnote : the admiration and sympathy which mr. coleridge felt and expressed towards the late mr. irving, at his first appearance in london, were great and sincere; and his grief at the deplorable change which followed was in proportion. but, long after the tongues shall have failed and been forgotten, irving's name will live in the splendid eulogies of his friend. see _church and state_, p. . n.--ed.] _may . ._ abraham.--isaac.--jacob. how wonderfully beautiful is the delineation of the characters of the three patriarchs in genesis! to be sure, if ever man could, without impropriety, be called, or supposed to be, "the friend of god," abraham was that man. we are not surprised that abimelech and ephron seem to reverence him so profoundly. he was peaceful, because of his conscious relation to god; in other respects, he takes fire, like an arah sheikh, at the injuries suffered by lot, and goes to war with the combined kinglings immediately. * * * * * isaac is, as it were, a faint shadow of his father abraham. born in possession of the power and wealth which his father had acquired, he is always peaceful and meditative; and it is curious to observe his timid and almost childish imitation of abraham's stratagem about his wife. [ ] isaac does it before-hand, and without any apparent necessity. [footnote : gen. xxvi. .] * * * * * jacob is a regular jew, and practises all sorts of tricks and wiles, which, according to our modern notions of honour, we cannot approve. but you will observe that all these tricks are confined to matters of prudential arrangement, to worldly success and prosperity (for such, in fact, was the essence of the birthright); and i think we must not exact from men of an imperfectly civilized age the same conduct as to mere temporal and bodily abstinence which we have a right to demand from christians. jacob is always careful not to commit any violence; he shudders at bloodshed. see his demeanour after the vengeance taken on the schechemites. [ ] he is the exact compound of the timidity and gentleness of isaac, and of the underhand craftiness of his mother rebecca. no man could be a bad man who loved as he loved rachel. i dare say laban thought none the worse of jacob for his plan of making the ewes bring forth ring-streaked lambs. [footnote : gen. xxxiv.] _may . ._ origin of acts.--love. if a man's conduct cannot be ascribed to the angelic, nor to the bestial within him, what is there left for us to refer to it, but the fiendish? passion without any appetite is fiendish. * * * * * the best way to bring a clever young man, who has become sceptical and unsettled, to reason, is to make him _feel_ something in any way. love, if sincere and unworldly, will, in nine instances out of ten, bring him to a sense and assurance of something real and actual; and that sense alone will make him _think_ to a sound purpose, instead of dreaming that he is thinking. * * * * * "never marry but for love," says william penn in his reflexions and maxims; "but see that thou lovest what is lovely." _may . ._ lord eldon's doctrine as to grammar schools.--democracy. lord eldon's doctrine, that grammar schools, in the sense of the reign of edward vi. and queen elizabeth, must necessarily mean schools for teaching latin and greek, is, i think, founded on an insufficient knowledge of the history and literature of the sixteenth century. ben jonson uses the term "grammar" without any reference to the learned languages. * * * * * it is intolerable when men, who have no other knowledge, have not even a competent understanding of that world in which they are always living, and to which they refer every thing. * * * * * although contemporary events obscure past events in a living man's life, yet as soon as he is dead, and his whole life is a matter of history, one action stands out as conspicuously as another. a democracy, according to the prescript of pure reason, would, in fact, be a church. there would he focal points in it, but no superior. _may . ._ the eucharist.--st. john, xix. .--genuineness of books of moses.-- divinity of christ.--mosaic prophecies. no doubt, chrysostom, and the other rhetorical fathers, contributed a good deal, by their rash use of figurative language, to advance the superstitious notion of the eucharist; but the beginning had been much earlier. [ ] in clement, indeed, the mystery is treated as it was treated by saint john and saint paul; but in hermas we see the seeds of the error, and more clearly in irenaeus; and so it went on till the idea was changed into an idol. [footnote : mr. coleridge made these remarks upon my quoting selden's well-known saying (table talk), "that transubstantiation was nothing but rhetoric turned into logic."--ed.] * * * * * the errors of the sacramentaries, on the one hand, and of the romanists on the other, are equally great. the first have volatilized the eucharist into a metaphor; the last have condensed it into an idol. jeremy taylor, in his zeal against transubstantiation, contends that the latter part of the sixth chapter of st. john's gospel has no reference to the eucharist. if so, st. john wholly passes over this sacred mystery; for he does not include it in his notice of the last supper. would not a total silence of this great apostle and evangelist upon this mystery be strange? a mystery, i say; for it _is_ a mystery; it is the only mystery in our religious worship. when many of the disciples left our lord, and apparently on the very ground that this saying was hard, he does not attempt to detain them by any explanation, but simply adds the comment, that his words were spirit. if he had really meant that the eucharist should he a mere commemorative celebration of his death, is it conceivable that he would let these disciples go away from him upon such a gross misunderstanding? would he not have said, "you need not make a difficulty; i only mean so and so?" * * * * * arnauld, and the other learned romanists, are irresistible against the low sacramentary doctrine. * * * * * the sacrament of baptism applies itself, and has reference to the faith or conviction, and is, therefore, only to be performed once;--it is the light of man. the sacrament of the eucharist is a symbol of _all_ our religion;-- it is the life of man. it is commensurate with our will, and we must, therefore, want it continually. * * * * * the meaning of the expression, [greek: ei m_e _en soi didomenon an_othen], "except it were given thee _from above_," in the th chapter of st. john, ver. ., seems to me to have been generally and grossly mistaken. it is commonly understood as importing that pilate could have no power to deliver jesus to the jews, unless it had been given him _by god_, which, no doubt, is true; but if that is the meaning, where is the force or connection of the following clause, [greek: dia touto], "_therefore_ he that delivered me unto thee hath the greater sin?" in what respect were the jews more sinful in delivering jesus up, _because_ pilate could do nothing except by god's leave? the explanation of erasmus and clarke, and some others, is very dry- footed. i conceive the meaning of our lord to have been simply this, that pilate would have had no power or jurisdiction--[greek: exousian]--over him, if it had not been given by the sanhedrin, the [greek: an_o boul_e], and _therefore_ it was that the jews had the greater sin. there was also this further peculiar baseness and malignity in the conduct of the jews. the mere assumption of messiahship, as such, was no crime in the eyes of the jews; they hated jesus, because he would not be _their sort_ of messiah: on the other hand, the romans cared not for his declaration that he was the son of god; the crime in _their_ eyes was his assuming to be a king. now, here were the jews accusing jesus before the roman governor of _that_ which, in the first place, they knew that jesus denied in the sense in which they urged it, and which, in the next place, had the charge been true, would have been so far from a crime in their eyes, that the very gospel history itself, as well as all the history to the destruction of jerusalem, shows it would have been popular with the whole nation. they wished to destroy him, and for that purpose charge him falsely with a crime which yet was no crime in their own eyes, if it had been true; but only so as against the roman domination, which they hated with all their souls, and against which they were themselves continually conspiring! * * * * * observe, i pray, the manner and sense in which the high-priest understands the plain declaration of our lord, that he was the son of god. [footnote: matt. xxvi. v. . mark, xiv. .] "i adjure thee by the living god, that thou tell us whether thou be the christ, the son of god," or "the son of the blessed," as it is in mark. jesus said, "i am,--and hereafter ye shall see the son of man (or me) sitting on the right hand of power, and coming in the clouds of heaven." does caiaphas take this explicit answer as if jesus meant that he was full of god's spirit, or was doing his commands, or walking in his ways, in which sense moses, the prophets, nay, all good men, were and are the sons of god? no, no! he tears his robes in sunder, and cries out, "he hath spoken blasphemy. what further need have we of witnesses? behold, now ye have heard his blasphemy." what blasphemy, i should like to know, unless the assuming to be the "son of god" was assuming to be of the _divine nature_? * * * * * one striking proof of the genuineness of the mosaic books is this,--they contain precise prohibitions--by way of predicting the consequences of disobedience--of all those things which david and solomon actually did, and gloried in doing,--raising cavalry, making a treaty with egypt, laying up treasure, and polygamising. now, would such prohibitions have been fabricated in those kings' reigns, or afterwards? impossible. * * * * * the manner of the predictions of moses is very remarkable. he is like a man standing on an eminence, and addressing people below him, and pointing to things which he can, and they cannot, see. he does not say, you will act in such and such a way, and the consequences will be so and so; but, so and so will take place, because you will act in such a way! may . . talent and genius.--motives and impulses. talent, lying in the understanding, is often inherited; genius, being the action of reason and imagination, rarely or never. * * * * * motives imply weakness, and the existence of evil and temptation. the angelic nature would act from impulse alone. a due mean of motive and impulse is the only practicable object of our moral philosophy. _may_ . . constitutional and functional life.--hysteria.--hydro-carbonic gas.-- bitters and tonics.--specific medicines. it is a great error in physiology not to distinguish between what may be called the general or fundamental life--the _principium vitae_, and the functional life--the life in the functions. organization must presuppose life as anterior to it: without life, there could not be or remain any organization; but then there is also _a_ life in the organs, or functions, distinct from the other. thus, a flute presupposes,--demands the existence of a musician as anterior to it, without whom no flute could ever have existed; and yet again, without the instrument there can be no music. * * * * * it often happens that, on the one hand, the _principium vitae_, or constitutional life, may be affected without any, or the least imaginable, affection of the functions; as in inoculation, where one pustule only has appeared, and no other perceptible symptom, and yet this has so entered into the constitution, as to indispose it to infection under the most accumulated and intense contagion; and, on the other hand, hysteria, hydrophobia, and gout will disorder the functions to the most dreadful degree, and yet often leave the life untouched. in hydrophobia, the mind is quite sound; but the patient feels his muscular and cutaneous life forcibly removed from under the control of his will. * * * * * hysteria may be fitly called _mimosa_, from its counterfeiting so many diseases,--even death itself. * * * * * hydro-carbonic gas produces the most death-like exhaustion, without any previous excitement. i think this gas should be inhaled by way of experiment in cases of hydrophobia. there is a great difference between bitters and tonics. where weakness proceeds from excess of irritability, there bitters act beneficially; because all bitters are poisons, and operate by stilling, and depressing, and lethargizing the irritability. but where weakness proceeds from the opposite cause of relaxation, there tonics are good; because they brace up and tighten the loosened string. bracing is a correct metaphor. bark goes near to be a combination of a bitter and a tonic; but no perfect medical combination of the two properties is yet known. * * * * * the study of specific medicines is too much disregarded now. no doubt the hunting after specifics is a mark of ignorance and weakness in medicine, yet the neglect of them is proof also of immaturity; for, in fact, all medicines will be found specific in the perfection of the science. _may_ . . epistles to the ephesians and colossians.--oaths. the epistle to the ephesians is evidently a catholic epistle, addressed to the whole of what might be called st. paul's diocese. it is one of the divinest compositions of man. it embraces every doctrine of christianity;-- first, those doctrines peculiar to christianity, and then those precepts common to it with natural religion. the epistle to the colossians is the overflowing, as it were, of st. paul's mind upon the same subject. * * * * * the present system of taking oaths is horrible. it is awfully absurd to make a man invoke god's wrath upon himself, if he speaks false; it is, in my judgment, a sin to do so. the jews' oath is an adjuration by the judge to the witness: "in the name of god, i ask you." there is an express instance of it in the high-priest's adjuring or exorcising christ by the living god, in the twenty-sixth chapter of matthew, and you will observe that our lord answered the appeal.[ ] you may depend upon it, the more oath-taking, the more lying, generally among the people. [footnote : see this instance cited, and the whole history and moral policy of the common system of judicial swearing examined with clearness and good feeling, in mr. tyler's late work on oaths.--ed.] may . . flogging.--eloquence of abuse. i had _one_ just flogging. when i was about thirteen, i went to a shoemaker, and begged him to take me as his apprentice. he, being an honest man, immediately brought me to bowyer, who got into a great rage, knocked me down, and even pushed crispin rudely out of the room. bowyer asked me why i had made myself such a fool? to which i answered, that i had a great desire to be a shoemaker, and that i hated the thought of being a clergyman. "why so?" said he.--"because, to tell you the truth, sir," said i, "i am an infidel!" for this, without more ado, bowyer flogged me,-- wisely, as i think,--soundly, as i know. any whining or sermonizing would have gratified my vanity, and confirmed me in my absurdity; as it was, i was laughed at, and got heartily ashamed of my folly. * * * * * how rich the aristophanic greek is in the eloquence of abuse!-- [greek: 'o bdelyre, kanaischunte, kai tolmaere su, kai miare, kai pammiare, kai miarotate.][ ] we are not behindhand in english. fancy my calling you, upon a fitting occasion,--fool, sot, silly, simpleton, dunce, blockhead, jolterhead, clumsy-pate, dullard, ninny, nincompoop, lackwit, numpskull, ass, owl, loggerhead, coxcomb, monkey, shallow-brain, addle-head, tony, zany, fop, fop-doodle; a maggot-pated, hare-brained, muddle-pated, muddle-headed, jackan-apes! why i could go on for a minute more! [footnote : in the frogs.--ed.] _may_ . . the americans. i deeply regret the anti-american articles of some of the leading reviews. the americans regard what is said of them in england a thousand times more than they do any thing said of them in any other country. the americans are excessively pleased with any kind or favourable expressions, and never forgive or forget any slight or abuse. it would be better for them if they were a trifle thicker-skinned. * * * * * the last american war was to us only something to talk or read about; but to the americans it was the cause of misery in their own homes. * * * * * i, for one, do not call the sod under my feet my country. but language, religion, laws, government, blood,--identity in these makes men of one country. _may_ . . book of job. the book of job is an arab poem, antecedent to the mosaic dispensation. it represents the mind of a good man not enlightened by an actual revelation, but seeking about for one. in no other book is the desire and necessity for a mediator so intensely expressed. the personality of god, the i am of the hebrews, is most vividly impressed on the book, in opposition to pantheism. * * * * * i now think, after many doubts, that the passage, "i know that my redeemer liveth," &c. may fairly be taken as a burst of determination, a _quasi_ prophecy. [ ] "i know not _how_ this can be; but in spite of all my difficulties, this i _do_ know, that i shall be recompensed." [footnote : chap. xix. , .] * * * * * it should be observed, that all the imagery in the speeches of the men is taken from the east, and is no more than a mere representation of the forms of material nature. but when god speaks, the tone is exalted; and almost all the images are taken from egypt, the crocodile, the war-horse, and so forth. egypt was then the first monarchy that had a splendid court. * * * * * satan, in the prologue, does not mean the devil, our diabolus. there is no calumny in his words. he is rather the _circuitor_, the accusing spirit, a dramatic attorney-general. but after the prologue, which was necessary to bring the imagination into a proper state for the dialogue, we hear no more of this satan. * * * * * warburton's notion, that the book of job was of so late a date as ezra, is wholly groundless. his only reason is this appearance of satan. _may_ . . translation of the psalms. i wish the psalms were translated afresh; or, rather, that the present version were revised. scores of passages are utterly incoherent as they now stand. if the primary visual images had been oftener preserved, the connection and force of the sentences would have been better perceived.[ ] [footnote : mr. coleridge, like so many of the elder divines of the christian church, had an _affectionate_ reverence for the moral and evangelical portion of the book of psalms. he told me that, after having studied every page of the bible with the deepest attention, he had found no other part of scripture come home so closely to his inmost yearnings and necessities. during many of his latter years he used to read ten or twelve verses every evening, ascertaining (for his knowledge of hebrew was enough for that) the exact visual image or first radical meaning of every noun substantive; and he repeatedly expressed to me his surprise and pleasure at finding that in nine cases out of ten the bare primary sense, if literally rendered, threw great additional light on the text. he was not disposed to allow the prophetic or allusive character so largely as is done by horne and others; but he acknowledged it in some instances in the fullest manner. in particular, he rejected the local and temporary reference which has been given to the th psalm, and declared his belief in its deep mystical import with regard to the messiah. mr. c. once gave me the following note upon the _ d_ psalm written by him, i believe, many years previously, but which, he said, he approved at that time. it will find as appropriate a niche here as any where else:-- "i am much delighted and instructed by the hypothesis, which i think probable, that our lord in repeating _eli, eli, lama sabacthani_, really recited the whole or a large part of the d psalm. it is impossible to read that psalm without the liveliest feelings of love, gratitude, and sympathy. it is, indeed, a wonderful prophecy, whatever might or might not have been david's notion when he composed it. whether christ did audibly repeat the whole or not, it is certain. i think, that he did it mentally, and said aloud what was sufficient to enable his followers to do the same. even at this day to repeat in the same manner but the first line of a common hymn would be understood as a reference to the whole. above all, i am thankful for the thought which suggested itself to my mind, whilst i was reading this beautiful psalm, namely, that we should not exclusively think of christ as the logos united to human nature, but likewise as a perfect man united to the logos. this distinction is most important in order to conceive, much more, appropriately to _feel_, the conduct and exertions of jesus."--ed.] _may_ . . ancient mariner.--undine.--martin.--pilgrim's progress. mrs. barbauld once told me that she admired the ancient mariner very much, but that there were two faults in it,--it was improbable, and had no moral. as for the probability, i owned that that might admit some question; but as to the want of a moral, i told her that in my own judgment the poem had too much; and that the only, or chief fault, if i might say so, was the obtrusion of the moral sentiment so openly on the reader as a principle or cause of action in a work of such pure imagination. it ought to have had no more moral than the arabian nights' tale of the merchant's sitting down to eat dates by the side of a well, and throwing the shells aside, and lo! a genie starts up, and says he _must_ kill the aforesaid merchant, _because_ one of the date shells had, it seems, put out the eye of the genie's son.[ ] i took the thought of "_grinning for joy_," in that poem, from my companion's remark to me, when we had climbed to the top of plinlimmon, and were nearly dead with thirst. we could not speak from the constriction, till we found a little puddle under a stone. he said to me,--"you grinned like an idiot!" he had done the same. [footnote : "there he found, at the foot of a great walnut-tree, a fountain of a very clear running water, and alighting, tied his horse to a branch of a tree, and sitting clown by the fountain, took some biscuits and dates out of his portmanteau, and, as he ate his dates, threw the shells about on both sides of him. when he had done eating, being a good mussulman, he washed his hands, his face, and his feet, and said his prayers. he had not made an end, but was still on his knees, when he saw a genie appear, all white with age, and of a monstrous bulk; who, advancing towards him with a cimetar in his hand, spoke to him in a terrible voice thus:--'rise up, that i may kill thee with this cimetar as you have killed my son!' and accompanied these words with a frightful cry. the merchant being as much frightened at the hideous shape of the monster as at these threatening words, answered him trembling:--'alas! my good lord, of what crime can i be guilty towards you that you should take away my life?'--'i will,' replies the genie, 'kill thee, as thou hast killed my son!'--'o heaven!' says the merchant, 'how should i kill your son? i did not know him, nor ever saw him.'--'did not you sit down when you came hither?' replies the genie. 'did not you take dates out of your portmanteau, and, as you ate them, did not you throw the shells about on both sides?'--'i did all that you say,' answers the merchant, 'i cannot deny it.'--'if it be so,' replied the genie, 'i tell thee that thou hast killed my son; and the way was thus: when you threw the nutshells about, my son was passing by, and you threw one of them into his eye, which killed him, _therefore_ i must kill thee.'--'ah! my good lord, pardon me!' cried the merchant.--'no pardon,' answers the genie, 'no mercy! is it not just to kill him that has killed another?'--'i agree to it,' says the merchant, 'but certainly i never killed your son, and if i have, it was unknown to me, and i did it innocently; therefore i beg you to pardon me, and suffer me to live.'--'no, no,' says the genie, persisting in his resolution, 'i must kill thee, since thou hast killed my son;' and then taking the merchant by the arm, threw him with his face upon the ground, and lifted up his cimetar to cut off his head!"--the merchant and the genie. first night.--ed.] * * * * * undine is a most exquisite work. it shows the general want of any sense for the fine and the subtle in the public taste, that this romance made no deep impression. undine's character, before she receives a soul, is marvellously beautiful.[ ] [footnote : mr. coleridge's admiration of this little romance was unbounded. he read it several times in german, and once in the english translation, made in america, i believe; the latter he thought inadequately done. mr. c. said that there was something in undine even beyond scott,--that scott's best characters and conceptions were _composed_; by which i understood him to mean that baillie nicol jarvie, for example, was made up of old particulars, and received its individuality from the author's power of fusion, being in the result an admirable product, as corinthian brass was said to be the conflux of the spoils of a city. but undine, he said, was one and single in projection, and had presented to his imagination, what scott had never done, an absolutely new idea--ed.] * * * * * it seems to me, that martin never looks at nature except through bits of stained glass. he is never satisfied with any appearance that is not prodigious. he should endeavour to school his imagination into the apprehension of the true idea of the beautiful.[ ] the wood-cut of slay-good[ ] is admirable, to be sure; but this new edition of the pilgrim's progress is too fine a book for it. it should be much larger, and on sixpenny coarse paper. the pilgrim's progress is composed in the lowest style of english, without slang or false grammar. if you were to polish it, you would at once destroy the reality of the vision. for works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain. this wonderful work is one of the few books which may be read over repeatedly at different times, and each time with a new and a different pleasure. i read it once as a theologian--and let me assure you, that there is great theological acumen in the work--once with devotional feelings--and once as a poet. i could not have believed beforehand that calvinism could be painted in such exquisitely delightful colours.[ ] [footnote : mr. coleridge said this, after looking at the engravings of mr. martin's two pictures of the valley of the shadow of death, and the celestial city, published in the beautiful edition of the pilgrim's progress by messrs. murray and major, in . i wish mr. martin could have heard the poet's lecture: he would have been flattered, and at the same time, i believe, instructed; for in the philosophy of painting coleridge was a master.--ed.] [footnote : p. ., by s. mosses from a design by mr. w. harvey. "when they came to the place where he was, they found him with one _feeble-mind_ in his hand, whom his servants had brought unto him, having taken him in the way. now the giant was rifling him, with a purpose, after that, to pick his bones; for he was of the nature of flesh eaters."--ed.] [footnote : i find written on a blank leaf of my copy of this edition of the p.'s p. the following note by mr. c.:--"i know of no book, the bible excepted as above all comparison, which i, according to _my_ judgment and experience, could so safely recommend as teaching and enforcing the whole saving truth according to the mind that was in christ jesus, as the pilgrim's progress. it is, in my conviction, incomparably the best _summa theologiae evangalicae_ ever produced by a writer not miraculously inspired." june . .--ed.] _june_ . . prayer.--church-singing.--hooker.--dreams. there are three sorts of prayer:-- . public; . domestic; . solitary. each has its peculiar uses and character. i think the church ought to publish and authorise a directory of forms for the latter two. yet i fear the execution would be inadequate. there is a great decay of devotional unction in the numerous books of prayers put out now-a-days. i really think the hawker was very happy, who blundered new form of prayer into new _former_ prayers.[ ] i exceedingly regret that our church pays so little attention to the subject of congregational singing. see how it is! in that particular part of the public worship in which, more than in all the rest, the common people might, and ought to, join,--which, by its association with music, is meant to give a fitting vent and expression to the emotions,--in that part we all sing as jews; or, at best, as mere men, in the abstract, without a saviour. you know my veneration for the book of psalms, or most of it; but with some half dozen exceptions, the psalms are surely not adequate vehicles of christian thanksgiving and joy! upon this deficiency in our service, wesley and whitfield seized; and you know it is the hearty congregational singing of christian hymns which keeps the humbler methodists together. luther did as much for the reformation by his hymns as by his translation of the bible. in germany, the hymns are known by heart by every peasant: they advise, they argue from the hymns, and every soul in the church praises god, like a christian, with words which are natural and yet sacred to his mind. no doubt this defect in our service proceeded from the dread which the english reformers had of being charged with introducing any thing into the worship of god but the text of scripture. [footnote : "i will add, at the risk of appearing to dwell too long on religious topics, that on this my first introduction to coleridge he reverted with strong compunction to a sentiment which he had expressed in earlier days upon prayer. in one of his youthful poems, speaking of god, he had said-- --'of whose all-seeing eye aught to demand were impotence of mind.' this sentiment he now so utterly condemned, that, on the contrary, he told me, as his own peculiar opinion, that the act of praying was the very highest energy of which the human heart was capable, praying, that is, with the total concentration of the faculties; and the great mass of worldly men and of learned men he pronounced absolutely incapable of prayer."--_tait's magazine_, september, , p. . mr. coleridge within two years of his death very solemnly declared to me his conviction upon the same subject. i was sitting by his bedside one afternoon, and he fell, an unusual thing for him, into a long account of many passages of his past life, lamenting some things, condemning others, but complaining withal, though very gently, of the way in which many of his most innocent acts had been cruelly misrepresented. "but i have no difficulty," said he, "in forgiveness; indeed, i know not how to say with sincerity the clause in the lord's prayer, which asks forgiveness _as we forgive_. i feel nothing answering to it in my heart. neither do i find, or reckon, the most solemn faith in god as a real object, the most arduous act of the reason and will. o no, my dear, it is _to pray, to pray_ as god would have us; this is what at times makes me turn cold to my soul. believe me, to pray with all your heart and strength, with the reason and the will, to believe vividly that god will listen to your voice through christ, and verily do the thing he pleaseth thereupon--this is the last, the greatest achievement of the christian's warfare upon earth. _teach_ us to pray, o lord!" and then he burst into a flood of tears, and begged me to pray for him. o what a sight was there!--ed.] * * * * * hooker said,--that by looking for that in the bible which it is impossible that _any book_ can have, we lose the benefits which we might reap from its being the best of all books. * * * * * you will observe, that even in dreams nothing is fancied without an antecedent _quasi_ cause. it could not be otherwise. _june_ . . jeremy taylor.--english reformation. taylor's was a great and lovely mind; yet how much and injuriously was it perverted by his being a favourite and follower of laud, and by his intensely popish feelings of church authority. [ ] his liberty of prophesying is a work of wonderful eloquence and skill; but if we believe the argument, what do we come to? why to nothing more or less than this, that--so much can be said for every opinion and sect,--so impossible is it to settle any thing by reasoning or authority of scripture,--we must appeal to some positive jurisdiction on earth, _ut sit finis controversiarum_. in fact, the whole book is the precise argument used by the papists to induce men to admit the necessity of a supreme and infallible head of the church on earth. it is one of the works which preeminently gives countenance to the saying of charles or james ii., i forget which:--"when you of the church of england contend with the catholics, you use the arguments of the puritans; when you contend with the puritans, you immediately adopt all the weapons of the catholics." taylor never speaks with the slightest symptom of affection or respect of luther, calvin, or any other of the great reformers--at least, not in any of his learned works; but he _saints_ every trumpery monk and friar, down to the very latest canonizations by the modern popes. i fear you will think me harsh, when i say that i believe taylor was, perhaps unconsciously, half a socinian in heart. such a strange inconsistency would not be impossible. the romish church has produced many such devout socinians. the cross of christ is dimly seen in taylor's works. compare him in this particular with donne, and you will feel the difference in a moment. why are not donne's volumes of sermons reprinted at oxford?[ ] [footnote : mr. coleridge placed jeremy taylor amongst the four great geniuses of old english literature. i think he used to reckon shakspeare and bacon, milton and taylor, four-square, each against each. in mere eloquence, he thought the bishop without any fellow. he called him chrysostom. further, he loved the man, and was anxious to find excuses for some weak parts in his character. but mr. coleridge's assent to taylor's views of many of the fundamental positions of christianity was very limited; and, indeed, he considered him as the least sound in point of doctrine of any of the old divines, comprehending, within that designation, the writers to the middle of charles ii.'s reign. he speaks of taylor in "the friend" in the following terms:--"among the numerous examples with which i might enforce this warning, i refer, not without reluctance, to the most eloquent, and one of the most learned, of our divines; a rigorist, indeed, concerning the authority of the church, but a latitudinarian in the articles of its faith; who stretched the latter almost to the advanced posts of socinianism, and strained the former to a hazardous conformity with the assumptions of the roman hierarchy." vol. ii. p. .--ed.] [footnote : why not, indeed! it is really quite unaccountable that the sermons of this great divine of the english church should be so little known as they are, even to very literary clergymen of the present day. it might have been expected, that the sermons of the greatest preacher of his age, the admired of ben jonson, selden, and all that splendid band of poets and scholars, would even as curiosities have been reprinted, when works, which are curious for nothing, are every year sent forth afresh under the most authoritative auspices. dr. donne was educated at both universities, at hart hall, oxford, first, and afterwards at cambridge, but at what college walton does not mention--ed.] * * * * * in the reign of edward vi., the reformers feared to admit almost any thing on human authority alone. they had seen and felt the abuses consequent on the popish theory of christianity; and i doubt not they wished and intended to reconstruct the religion and the church, as far as was possible, upon the plan of the primitive ages? but the puritans pushed this bias to an absolute bibliolatry. they would not put on a corn-plaster without scraping a text over it. men of learning, however, soon felt that this was wrong in the other extreme, and indeed united itself to the very abuse it seemed to shun. they saw that a knowledge of the fathers, and of early tradition, was absolutely necessary; and unhappily, in many instances, the excess of the puritans drove the men of learning into the old popish extreme of denying the scriptures to be capable of affording a rule of faith without the dogmas of the church. taylor is a striking instance how far a protestant might be driven in this direction. _june_ . . catholicity.--gnosis.--tertullian.--st. john. in the first century, catholicity was the test of a book or epistle-- whether it were of the evangelicon or apostolicon--being canonical. this catholic spirit was opposed to the gnostic or peculiar spirit,--the humour of fantastical interpretation of the old scriptures into christian meanings. it is this gnosis, or _knowingness,_ which the apostle says puffeth up,--not _knowledge_, as we translate it. the epistle of barnabas, of the genuineness of which i have no sort of doubt, is an example of this gnostic spirit. the epistle to the hebrews is the only instance of gnosis in the canon: it was written evidently by some apostolical man before the destruction of the temple, and probably at alexandria. for three hundred years, and more, it was not admitted into the canon, especially not by the latin church, on account of this difference in it from the other scriptures. but its merit was so great, and the gnosis in it is so kept within due bounds, that its admirers at last succeeded, especially by affixing st. paul's name to it, to have it included in the canon; which was first done, i think, by the council of laodicea in the middle of the fourth century. fortunately for us it was so. * * * * * i beg tertullian's pardon; but amongst his many _bravuras_, he says something about st. paul's autograph. origen expressly declares the reverse. * * * * * it is delightful to think, that the beloved apostle was born a plato. to him was left the almost oracular utterance of the mysteries of the christian religion while to st. paul was committed the task of explanation, defence, and assertion of all the doctrines, and especially of those metaphysical ones touching the will and grace;[ ] for which purpose his active mind, his learned education, and his greek logic, made him pre-eminently fit. [footnote : "the imperative and oracular form of the inspired scripture is the form of reason itself, in all things purely rational and moral."--_statesman's manual_, p. .] june . . principles of a review.--party-spirit. notwithstanding what you say, i am persuaded that a review would amply succeed even now, which should be started upon a published code of principles, critical, moral, political, and religious; which should announce what sort of books it would review, namely, works of literature as contradistinguished from all that offspring of the press, which in the present age supplies food for the craving caused by the extended ability of reading without any correspondent education of the mind, and which formerly was done by conversation, and which should really give a fair account of what the author intended to do, and in his own words, if possible, and in addition, afford one or two fair specimens of the execution,--itself never descending for one moment to any personality. it should also be provided before the commencement with a dozen powerful articles upon fundamental topics to appear in succession. you see the great reviewers are now ashamed of reviewing works in the old style, and have taken up essay writing instead. hence arose such publications as the literary gazette and others, which are set up for the purpose--not a useless one--of advertizing new books of all sorts for the circulating libraries. a mean between the two extremes still remains to be taken. * * * * * party men always hate a slightly differing friend more than a downright enemy. i quite calculate on my being one day or other holden in worse repute by many christians than the unitarians and open infidels. it must be undergone by every one who loves the truth for its own sake beyond all other things. * * * * * truth is a good dog; but beware of barking too close to the heels of an error, lest you get your brains kicked out. _june_ . . southey's life of bunyan.--laud.--puritans and cavaliers.--presbyterians, independents, and bishops. southey's life of bunyan is beautiful. i wish he had illustrated that mood of mind which exaggerates, and still more, mistakes, the inward depravation, as in bunyan, nelson, and others, by extracts from baxter's life of himself. what genuine superstition is exemplified in that bandying of texts and half texts, and demi-semi-texts, just as memory happened to suggest them, or chance brought them before bunyan's mind! his tract, entitled, "grace abounding to the chief of sinners"[ ] is a study for a philosopher. [footnote : "grace abounding to the chief of sinners, in a faithful account of the life and death of john bunyan, &c." is it not, however, an historical error to call the puritans dissenters? before st. bartholomew's day, they were essentially a part of the church, and had as determined opinions in favour of a church establishment as the bishops themselves. * * * * * laud was not exactly a papist to be sure; but he was on the road with the church with him to a point, where declared popery would have been inevitable. a wise and vigorous papist king would very soon, and very justifiably too, in that case, have effected a reconciliation between the churches of rome and england, when the line of demarcation had become so very faint. * * * * * the faults of the puritans were many; but surely their morality will, in general, bear comparison with that of the cavaliers after the restoration. * * * * * the presbyterians hated the independents much more than they did the bishops, which induced them to cooperate in effecting the restoration. * * * * * the conduct of the bishops towards charles, whilst at breda, was wise and constitutional. they knew, however, that when the forms of the constitution were once restored, all their power would revive again as of course. june . . study of the bible. intense study of the bible will keep any writer from being _vulgar_, in point of style. june . . rabelais.--swift.--bentley.--subnet. rabelais is a most wonderful writer. pantagruel is the reason; panurge the understanding,--the pollarded man, the man with every faculty except the reason. i scarcely know an example more illustrative of the distinction between the two. rabelais had no mode of speaking the truth in those days but in such a form as this; as it was, he was indebted to the king's protection for his life. some of the commentators talk about his book being all political; there are contemporary politics in it, of course, but the real scope is much higher and more philosophical. it is in vain to look about for a hidden meaning in all that he has written; you will observe that, after any particularly deep thrust, as the papimania[ ] for example, rabelais, as if to break the blow, and to appear unconscious of what he has done, writes a chapter or two of pure buffoonery. he, every now and then, flashes you a glimpse of a real face from his magic lantern, and then buries the whole scene in mist. the morality of the work is of the most refined and exalted kind; as for the manners, to be sure, i cannot say much. swift was _anima rabelaisii habitans in sicco_,--the soul of rabelais dwelling in a dry place. yet swift was rare. can any thing beat his remark on king william's motto, --_recepit, non rapuit_,--"that the receiver was as bad as the thief?" [footnote : b. iv. c. . "comment pantagruel descendit en l'isle de papimanes." see the five following chapters, especially c. .; and note also c. . of the fifth book; "comment nous fut monstré papegaut à grande difficulté."--ed.] * * * * * the effect of the tory wits attacking bentley with such acrimony has been to make them appear a set of shallow and incompetent scholars. neither bentley nor burnet suffered from the hostility of the wits. burnet's "history of his own times" is a truly valuable book. his credulity is great, but his simplicity is equally great; and he never deceives you for a moment. _june_ . . giotto.--painting. the fresco paintings by giotto[ ] and others, in the cemetery at pisa, are most noble. giotto was a contemporary of dante: and it is a curious question, whether the painters borrowed from the poet, or _vice versa_. certainly m. angelo and raffael fed their imaginations highly with these grand drawings, especially m. angelo, who took from them his bold yet graceful lines. [footnote : giotto, or angiolotto's birth is fixed by vasari in , but there is some reason to think that he was born a little earlier. dante, who was his friend, was born in . giotto was the pupil of cimabue, whom he entirely eclipsed, as dante testifies in the well-known lines in the purgatorio:-- "o vana gloria dell'umane posse! com' poco verde in su la cima dura, se non e giunta dall' etati grosse! credette cirnabue nella pintura tener lo campo: ed ora ha giotto il grido, si che la fama di colui oscura."--c. xi. v. . his six great frescos in the cemetery at pisa are upon the sufferings and patience of job.--ed.] * * * * * people may say what they please about the gradual improvement of the arts. it is not true of the substance. the arts and the muses both spring forth in the youth of nations, like minerva from the front of jupiter, all armed: manual dexterity may, indeed, he improved by practice. * * * * * painting went on in power till, in raffael, it attained the zenith, and in him too it showed signs of a tendency downwards by another path. the painter began to think of overcoming difficulties. after this the descent was rapid, till sculptors began to work inveterate likenesses of perriwigs in marble,--as see algarotti's tomb in the cemetery at pisa,--and painters did nothing but copy, as well as they could, the external face of nature. now, in this age, we have a sort of reviviscence,--not, i fear, of the power, but of a taste for the power, of the early times. _june_ . . seneca. you may get a motto for every sect in religion, or line of thought in morals or philosophy, from seneca; but nothing is ever thought _out_ by him. _july_ . . plato.--aristotle. every man is born an aristotelian, or a platonist. i do not think it possible that any one born an aristotelian can become a platonist; and i am sure no born platonist can ever change into an aristotelian. they are the two classes of men, beside which it is next to impossible to conceive a third. the one considers reason a quality, or attribute; the other considers it a power. i believe that aristotle never could get to understand what plato meant by an idea. there is a passage, indeed, in the eudemian ethics which looks like an exception; but i doubt not of its being spurious, as that whole work is supposed by some to be. with plato ideas are constitutive in themselves.[ ] aristotle was, and still is, the sovereign lord of the understanding; the faculty judging by the senses. he was a conceptualist, and never could raise himself into that higher state, which was natural to plato, and has been so to others, in which the understanding is distinctly contemplated, and, as it were, looked down upon from the throne of actual ideas, or living, inborn, essential truths. yet what a mind was aristotle's--only not the greatest that ever animated the human form!--the parent of science, properly so called, the master of criticism, and the founder or editor of logic! but he confounded science with philosophy, which is an error. philosophy is the middle state between science, or knowledge, and sophia, or wisdom. [footnote : mr. coleridge said the eudemian ethics; but i half suspect he must have meant the metaphysics, although i do not know that _all_ the fourteen books under that title have been considered non-genuine. the [greek: aethicha eusaemeia] are not aristotle's. to what passage in particular allusion is here made, i cannot exactly say; many might be alleged, but not one seems to express the true platonic idea, as mr. coleridge used to understand it; and as, i believe, he ultimately considered ideas in his own philosophy. fourteen or fifteen years previously, he seems to have been undecided upon this point. "whether," he says, "ideas are regulative only, according to aristotle and kant, or likewise _constitutive_, and one with the power and life of nature, according to plato and plotinus [greek:--eg logo zoae aeg, chai ae zoae aeg to phos tog agthwpog] is the highest problem of philosophy, and not part of its nomenclature." essay (e) in the appendix to the _statesman's manual_, .--ed.] _july_ . . duke of wellington.--moneyed interest.--canning. i sometimes fear the duke of wellington is too much disposed to imagine that he can govern a great nation by word of command, in the same way in which he governed a highly disciplined army. he seems to be unaccustomed to, and to despise, the inconsistencies, the weaknesses, the bursts of heroism followed by prostration and cowardice, which invariably characterise all popular efforts. he forgets that, after all, it is from such efforts that all the great and noble institutions of the world have come; and that, on the other hand, the discipline and organization of armies have been only like the flight of the cannon-ball, the object of which is destruction.[ ] [footnote : straight forward goes the lightning's path, and straight the fearful path of the cannon-ball. direct it flies and rapid, shattering that it may reach, and shattering what it reaches. _wallenstein_, part i, act i, sc. ] * * * * * the stock-jobbing and moneyed interest is so strong in this country, that it has more than once prevailed in our foreign councils over national honour and national justice. the country gentlemen are not slow to join in this influence. canning felt this very keenly, and said he was unable to contend against the city trained-bands. _july_ , . bourrienne. bourienne is admirable. he is the french pepys,--a man with right feelings, but always wishing to participate in what is going on, be it what it may. he has one remark, when comparing buonaparte with charlemagne, the substance of which i have attempted to express in "the friend"[ ] but which bourrienne has condensed into a sentence worthy of tacitus, or machiavel, or bacon. it is this; that charlemagne was above his age, whilst buonaparte was only above his competitors, but under his age! bourrienne has done more than any one else to show buonaparte to the world as he really was,--always contemptible, except when acting a part, and that part not his own. [footnote : vol. i. essay . p. .] _july_ . . jews. the other day i was what you would call _floored_ by a jew. he passed me several times crying out for old clothes in the most nasal and extraordinary tone i ever heard. at last i was so provoked, that i said to him, "pray, why can't you say 'old clothes' in a plain way as i do now?" the jew stopped, and looking very gravely at me, said in a clear and even fine accent, "sir, i can say 'old clothes' as well as you can; but if you had to say so ten times a minute, for an hour together, you would say _ogh clo_ as i do now;" and so he marched off. i was so confounded with the justice of his retort, that i followed and gave him a shilling, the only one i had. * * * * * i have had a good deal to do with jews in the course of my life, although i never borrowed any money of them. once i sat in a coach opposite a jew--a symbol of old clothes' bags--an isaiah of hollywell street. he would close the window; i opened it. he closed it again; upon which, in a very solemn tone, i said to him, "son of abraham! thou smellest; son of isaac! thou art offensive; son of jacob! thou stinkest foully. see the man in the moon! he is holding his nose at thee at that distance; dost thou think that i, sitting here, can endure it any longer?" my jew was astounded, opened the window forthwith himself, and said, "he was sorry he did not know before i was so great a gentleman." _july_ . . the papacy and the reformation.--leo x. during the early part of the middle ages, the papacy was nothing, in fact, but a confederation of the learned men in the west of europe against the barbarism and ignorance of the times. the pope was chief of this confederacy; and so long as he retained that character exclusively, his power was just and irresistible. it was the principal mean of preserving for us and for our posterity all that we now have of the illumination of past ages. but as soon as the pope made a separation between his character as premier clerk in christendom and as a secular prince; as soon as he began to squabble for towns and castles; then he at once broke the charm, and gave birth to a revolution. from that moment, those who remained firm to the cause of truth and knowledge became necessary enemies to the roman see. the great british schoolmen led the way; then wicliffe rose, huss, jerome, and others;--in short, every where, but especially throughout the north of europe, the breach of feeling and sympathy went on widening,--so that all germany, england, scotland, and other countries started like giants out of their sleep at the first blast of luther's trumpet. in france, one half of the people--and that the most wealthy and enlightened-- embraced the reformation. the seeds of it were deeply and widely spread in spain and in italy; and as to the latter, if james i. had been an elizabeth, i have no doubt at all that venice would have publicly declared itself against rome. it is a profound question to answer, why it is, that since the middle of the sixteenth century the reformation has not advanced one step in europe. * * * * * in the time of leo x. atheism, or infidelity of some sort, was almost universal in italy amongst the high dignitaries of the romish church. _july_ . . thelwall.--swift.--stella. john thelwall had something very good about him. we were once sitting in a beautiful recess in the quantocks, when i said to him, "citizen john, this is a fine place to talk treason in!"--"nay! citizen samuel," replied he, "it is rather a place to make a man forget that there is any necessity for treason!" thelwall thought it very unfair to influence a child's mind by inculcating any opinions before it should have come to years of discretion, and be able to choose for itself. i showed him my garden, and told him it was my botanical garden. "how so?" said he, "it is covered with weeds."--"oh," i replied, "_that_ is only because it has not yet come to its age of discretion and choice. the weeds, you see, have taken the liberty to grow, and i thought it unfair in me to prejudice the soil towards roses and strawberries." * * * * * i think swift adopted the name of stella, which is a man's name, with a feminine termination, to denote the mysterious epicene relation in which poor miss johnston stood to him. _july_ . . iniquitous legislation. that legislation is iniquitous which sets law in conflict with the common and unsophisticated feelings of our nature. if i were a clergyman in a smuggling town, i would _not_ preach against smuggling. i would not be made a sort of clerical revenue officer. let the government, which by absurd duties fosters smuggling, prevent it itself, if it can. how could i show my hearers the immorality of going twenty miles in a boat, and honestly buying with their money a keg of brandy, except by a long deduction which they could not understand? but were i in a place where wrecking went on, see if i would preach on any thing else! _july_ . . spurzheim and craniolooy. spurzheim is a good man, and i like him; but he is dense, and the most ignorant german i ever knew. if he had been content with stating certain remarkable coincidences between the moral qualities and the configuration of the skull, it would have been well; but when he began to map out the cranium dogmatically, he fell into infinite absurdities. you know that every intellectual act, however you may distinguish it by name in respect of the originating faculties, is truly the act of the entire man; the notion of distinct material organs, therefore, in the brain itself, is plainly absurd. pressed by this, spurzheim has, at length, been guilty of some sheer quackery; and ventures to say that he has actually discovered a different material in the different parts or organs of the brain, so that he can tell a piece of benevolence from a bit of destructiveness, and so forth. observe, also, that it is constantly found, that so far from there being a concavity in the interior surface of the cranium answering to the convexity apparent on the exterior--the interior is convex too. dr. baillie thought there was something in the system, because the notion of the brain being an extendible net helped to explain those cases where the intellect remained after the solid substance of the brain was dissolved in water.[ ] that a greater or less development of the forepart of the head is generally coincidedent with more or less of reasoning power, is certain. the line across the forehead, also, denoting musical power, is very common. [footnote : "the very marked, _positive_ as well as comparative, magnitude and prominence of the bump, entitled _benevolence_ (see spurzheim's _map of the human skull_) on the head of the late mr. john thurtell, has woefully unsettled the faith of many ardent phrenologists, and strengthened the previous doubts of a still greater number into utter disbelief. on _my_ mind this fact (for a _fact_ it is) produced the directly contrary effect; and inclined me to suspect, for the first time, that there may be some truth in the spurzheimian scheme. whether future craniologists may not see cause to _new-name_ this and one or two others of these convex gnomons, is quite a different question. at present, and according to the present use of words, any such change would be premature; and we must be content to say, that mr. thurtell's benevolence was insufficiently modified by the unprotrusive and unindicated convolutes of the brain, that secrete honesty and common sense. the organ of destructiveness was indirectly _potentiated_ by the absence or imperfect development of the glands of reason and conscience in this '_unfortunate gentleman.'"--_aids to reflection_, p. . n.] _august_ . . french revolution, .--captain r. and the americans. the french must have greatly improved under the influence of a free and regular government (for such it, in general, has been since the restoration), to have conducted themselves with so much moderation in success as they seem to have done, and to be disposed to do. * * * * * i must say i cannot see much in captain b. hall's account of the americans, but weaknesses--some of which make me like the yankees all the better. how much more amiable is the american fidgettiness and anxiety about the opinion of other nations, and especially of the english, than the sentiments of the rest of the world.[ ] as to what captain hall says about the english loyalty to the person of the king--i can only say, i feel none of it. i respect the man while, and only while, the king is translucent through him: i reverence the glass case for the saint's sake within; except for that it is to me mere glazier's work,-- putty, and glass, and wood. [footnote : "there exists in england a _gentlemanly_ character, a _gentlemanly_ feeling, very different even from that which is most like it,--the character of a well-born spaniard, and unexampled in the rest of europe. this feeling _originated_ in the fortunate circumstance, that the titles of our english nobility follow the law of their property, and are inherited by the eldest sons only. from this source, under the influences of our constitution and of our astonishing trade, it has diffused itself in different modifications through the whole country. the uniformity of our dress among all classes above that of the day labourer, while it has authorized all ranks to assume the appearance of gentlemen, has at the same time inspired the wish to conform their manners, and still more their ordinary actions in social intercourse, to their notions of the gentlemanly the most commonly received attribute of which character is a certain generosity in trifles. on the other hand, the encroachments of the lower classes on the higher, occasioned and favoured by this resemblance in exteriors, by this absence of any cognizable marks of distinction, have rendered each class more reserved and jealous in their general communion; and, far more than our climate or natural temper, have caused that haughtiness and reserve in our outward demeanour, which is so generally complained of among foreigners. far be it from me to depreciate the value of this gentlemanly feeling: i respect it under all its forms and varieties, from the house of commons * to the gentleman in the one-shilling gallery. it is always the ornament of virtue, and oftentimes a support; but it is a wretched substitute for it. its _worth_, as a moral good, is by no means in proportion to its _value_ as a social advantage. these observations are not irrelevant: for to the want of reflection that this diffusion of gentlemanly feeling among us is not the growth of our moral excellence, but the effect of various accidental advantages peculiar to england; to our not considering that it is unreasonable and uncharitable to expect the same consequences, where the same causes have not existed to produce them; and lastly, to our prorieness to regard the absence of this character (which, as i have before said, does, for the greater part, and in the common apprehension, consist in a certain frankness and generosity in the detail of action) as decisive against the sum total of personal or national worth; we must, i am convinced, attribute a large portion of that conduct, which in many instances has left the inhabitants of countries conquered or appropriated by great britain doubtful whether the various solid advantages which they have derived from our protection and just government were not bought dearly by the wounds inflicted on their feelings and prejudices, by the contemptuous and insolent demeanour of the english, as individuals."--_friend_, vol. iii. p, . this was written long before the reform act.--ed.] _september . ._ english reformation. the fatal error into which the peculiar character of the english reformation threw our church, has borne bitter fruit ever since,--i mean that of its clinging to court and state, instead of cultivating the people. the church ought to be a mediator between the people and the government, between the poor and the rich. as it is, i fear the church has let the hearts of the common people be stolen from it. see how differently the church of rome--wiser in its generation--has always acted in this particular. for a long time past the church of england seems to me to have been blighted with prudence, as it is called. i wish with all my heart we had a little zealous imprudence. _september . ._ democracy.----idea of a state.----church. it has never yet been seen, or clearly announced, that democracy, as such, is no proper element in the constitution of a state. the idea of a state is undoubtedly a government [greek: ek ton aristou]--an aristocracy. democracy is the healthful life-blood which circulates through the veins and arteries, which supports the system, but which ought never to appear externally, and as the mere blood itself. a state, in idea, is the opposite of a church. a state regards classes, and not individuals; and it estimates classes, not by internal merit, but external accidents, as property, birth, &c. but a church does the reverse of this, and disregards all external accidents, and looks at men as individual persons, allowing no gradation of ranks, but such as greater or less wisdom, learning, and holiness ought to confer. a church is, therefore, in idea, the only pure democracy. the church, so considered, and the state, exclusively of the church, constitute together the idea of a state in its largest sense. _september_ . . government.----french gend'armerie. all temporal government must rest on a compromise of interests and abstract rights. who would listen to the county of bedford, if it were to declare itself disannexed from the british empire, and to set up for itself? * * * * * the most desirable thing that can happen to france, with her immense army of gensd'armes, is, that the service may at first become very irksome to the men themselves, and ultimately, by not being called into real service, fall into general ridicule, like our trained bands. the evil in france, and throughout europe, seems now especially to be, the subordination of the legislative power to the direct physical force of the people. the french legislature was weak enough before the late revolution; now it is absolutely powerless, and manifestly depends even for its existence on the will of a popular commander of an irresistible army. there is now in france a daily tendency to reduce the legislative body to a mere deputation from the provinces and towns. september . . philosophy of young men at the present day. i do not know whether i deceive myself, but it seems to me that the young men, who were my contemporaries, fixed certain principles in their minds, and followed them out to their legitimate consequences, in a way which i rarely witness now. no one seems to have any distinct convictions, right or wrong; the mind is completely at sea, rolling and pitching on the waves of facts and personal experiences. mr. ---- is, i suppose, one of the rising young men of the day; yet he went on talking, the other evening, and making remarks with great earnestness, some of which were palpably irreconcilable with each other. he told me that facts gave birth to, and were the absolute ground of, principles; to which i said, that unless he had a principle of selection, he would not have taken notice of those facts upon which he grounded his principle. you must have a lantern in your hand to give light, otherwise all the materials in the world are useless, for you cannot find them; and if you could, you could not arrange them. "but then," said mr. ----, "_that_ principle of selection came from facts!"--"to be sure!" i replied; "but there must have been again an antecedent light to see those antecedent facts. the relapse may be carried in imagination backwards for ever,--but go back as you may, you cannot come to a man without a previous aim or principle." he then asked me what i had to say to bacon's induction: i told him i had a good deal to say, if need were; but that it was perhaps enough for the occasion to remark, that what he was evidently taking for the baconian _in_duction was mere _de_duction--a very different thing.[ ] [footnote : as far as i can judge, the most complete and masterly thing ever done by mr. coleridge in prose, is the analysis and reconcilement of the platonic and baconian methods of philosophy, contained in the third volume of the friend, from p. to . no edition of the novum organum should ever be published without a transcript of it.--ed.] _september_ . . thucydides and tacitus.----poetry.----modern metre. the object of thucydides was to show the ills resulting to greece from the separation and conflict of the spirits or elements of democracy and oligarchy. the object of tacitus was to demonstrate the desperate consequences of the loss of liberty on the minds and hearts of men. * * * * * a poet ought not to pick nature's pocket: let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. examine nature accurately, but write from recollection; and trust more to your imagination than to your memory. * * * * * really the metre of some of the modern poems i have read, bears about the same relation to metre properly understood, that dumb bells do to music; both are for exercise, and pretty severe too, i think. * * * * * nothing ever left a stain on that gentle creature's mind, which looked upon the degraded men and things around him like moonshine on a dunghill, which shines and takes no pollution. all things are shadows to him, except those which move his affections. september . . logic. there are two kinds of logic: . syllogistic. . criterional. how any one can by any spinning make out more than ten or a dozen pages about the first, is inconceivable to me; all those absurd forms of syllogisms are one half pure sophisms, and the other half mere forms of rhetoric. all syllogistic logic is-- . _se_clusion; . _in_clusion; . _con_clusion; which answer to the understanding, the experience, and the reason. the first says, this _ought_ to be; the second adds, this _is_; and the last pronounces, this must be so. the criterional logic, or logic of premisses, is, of course, much the most important; and it has never yet been treated. * * * * * the object of rhetoric is persuasion,--of logic, conviction,--of grammar, significancy. a fourth term is wanting, the rhematic, or logic of sentences. _september_ . . varro.--socrates.--greek philosophy.--plotinus.--tertullian. what a loss we have had in varro's mythological and critical works! it is said that the works of epicurus are probably amongst the herculanean manuscripts. i do not feel much interest about them, because, by the consent of all antiquity, lucretius has preserved a complete view of his system. but i regret the loss of the works of the old stoics, zeno and others, exceedingly. * * * * * socrates, as such, was only a poetical character to plato, who worked upon his own ground. the several disciples of socrates caught some particular points from him, and made systems of philosophy upon them according to their own views. socrates himself had no system. * * * * * i hold all claims set up for egypt having given birth to the greek philosophy, to be groundless. it sprang up in greece itself, and began with physics only. then it took in the idea of a living cause, and made pantheism out of the two. socrates introduced ethics, and taught duties; and then, finally, plato asserted or re-asserted the idea of a god the maker of the world. the measure of human philosophy was thus full, when christianity came to add what before was wanting--assurance. after this again, the neo-platonists joined theurgy with philosophy, which ultimately degenerated into magic and mere mysticism. plotinus was a man of wonderful ability, and some of the sublimest passages i ever read are in his works. i was amused the other day with reading in tertullian, that spirits or demons dilate and contract themselves, and wriggle about like worms-- lumbricix similes. _september_ . . scotch and english lakes. the five finest things in scotland are-- . edinburgh; . the antechamber of the fall of foyers; . the view of loch lomond from inch tavannach, the highest of the islands; . the trosachs; . the view of the hebrides from a point, the name of which i forget. but the intervals between the fine things in scotland are very dreary;--whereas in cumberland and westmoreland there is a cabinet of beauties,--each thing being beautiful in itself, and the very passage from one lake, mountain, or valley, to another, is itself a beautiful thing again. the scotch lakes are so like one another, from their great size, that in a picture you are obliged to read their names; but the english lakes, especially derwent water, or rather the whole vale of keswick, is so rememberable, that, after having been once seen, no one ever requires to be told what it is when drawn. this vale is about as large a basin as loch lomond; the latter is covered with water; but in the former instance, we have two lakes with a charming river to connect them, and lovely villages at the foot of the mountain, and other habitations, which give an air of life and cheerfulness to the whole place. * * * * * the land imagery of the north of devon is most delightful. _september_ . . love and friendship opposed.--marriage.--characterlessness of women. a person once said to me, that he could make nothing of love, except that it was friendship accidentally combined with desire. whence i concluded that he had never been in love. for what shall we say of the feeling which a man of sensibility has towards his wife with her baby at her breast! how pure from sensual desire! yet how different from friendship! sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole. luther has sketched the most beautiful picture of the nature, and ends, and duties of the wedded life i ever read. st. paul says it is a great symbol, not mystery, as we translate it.[ ] [footnote : greek: ---- ] * * * * * "most women have no character at all," said pope[ ] and meant it for satire. shakspeare, who knew man and woman much better, saw that it, in fact, was the perfection of woman to be characterless. every one wishes a desdemona or ophelia for a wife,--creatures who, though they may not always understand you, do always feel you, and feel with you. [footnote : "nothing so true as what you once let fall-- 'most women have no character at all,'-- matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, and best distinguish'd by black, brown, and fair." _epist. to a lady_, v. i.], _september_ . . mental anarchy. why need we talk of a fiery hell? if the will, which is the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel, from the anarchy of our powers. it would be conscious madness--a horrid thought! october . . ear and taste for music different.----english liturgy.----belgian revolution. in politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly. * * * * * an ear for music is a very different thing from a taste for music. i have no ear whatever; i could not sing an air to save my life; but i have the intensest delight in music, and can detect good from bad. naldi, a good fellow, remarked to me once at a concert, that i did not seem much interested with a piece of rossini's which had just been performed. i said, it sounded to me like nonsense verses. but i could scarcely contain myself when a thing of beethoven's followed. * * * * * i never distinctly felt the heavenly superiority of the prayers in the english liturgy, till i had attended some kirks in the country parts of scotland, i call these strings of school boys or girls which we meet near london--walking advertisements. * * * * * the brussels riot--i cannot bring myself to dignify it with a higher name --is a wretched parody on the last french revolution. were i king william, i would banish the belgians, as coriolanus banishes the romans in shakspeare.[ ] it is a wicked rebellion without one just cause. [footnote : "you common cry of curs! whose breath i hate as reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves i prize as the dead carcasses of unburied men that do corrupt my air, i banish you; and here remain with _your uncertainty!_" act iii. sc. .] _october_ . . galileo, newton, kepler, bacon. galileo was a great genius, and so was newton; but it would take two or three galileos and newtons to make one kepler.[ ] it is in the order of providence, that the inventive, generative, constitutive mind--the kepler-- should come first; and then that the patient and collective mind--the newton--should follow, and elaborate the pregnant queries and illumining guesses of the former. the laws of the planetary system are, in fact, due to kepler. there is not a more glorious achievement of scientific genius upon record, than kepler's guesses, prophecies, and ultimate apprehension of the law[ ] of the mean distances of the planets as connected with the periods of their revolutions round the sun. gravitation, too, he had fully conceived; but, because it seemed inconsistent with some received observations on light, he gave it up, in allegiance, as he says, to nature. yet the idea vexed and haunted his mind; _"vexat me et lacessit,"_ are his words, i believe. we praise newton's clearness and steadiness. he was clear and steady, no doubt, whilst working out, by the help of an admirable geometry, the idea brought forth by another. newton had his ether, and could not rest in--he could not conceive--the idea of a law. he thought it a physical thing after all. as for his chronology, i believe, those who are most competent to judge, rely on it less and less every day. his lucubrations on daniel and the revelations seem to me little less than mere raving. [footnote : galileo galilei was born at pisa, on the th of february, . john kepler was born at weil, in the duchy of wirtemberg, on the lst of december, .--ed.] [footnote : namely, that the squares of their times vary as the cubes of their distances,--ed.] * * * * * personal experiment is necessary, in order to correct our own observation of the experiments which nature herself makes for us--i mean, the phenomena of the universe. but then observation is, in turn, wanted to direct and substantiate the course of experiment. experiments alone cannot advance knowledge, without observation; they amuse for a time, and then pass off the scene and leave no trace behind them. * * * * * bacon, when like himself--for no man was ever more inconsistent--says, _"prudens qiuestio--dimidium scientiæ est."_ _october_ . . the reformation. at the reformation, the first reformers were beset with an almost morbid anxiety not to be considered heretical in point of doctrine. they knew that the romanists were on the watch to fasten the brand of heresy upon them whenever a fair pretext could be found; and i have no doubt it was the excess of this fear which at once led to the burning of servetus, and also to the thanks offered by all the protestant churches, to calvin and the church of geneva, for burning him. _november_ . . house of commons. ---- never makes a figure in quietude. he astounds the vulgar with a certain enormity of exertion; he takes an acre of canvass, on which he scrawls every thing. he thinks aloud; every thing in his mind, good, bad, or indifferent, out it comes; he is like the newgate gutter, flowing with garbage, dead dogs, and mud. he is preeminently a man of many thoughts, with no ideas: hence he is always so lengthy, because he must go through every thing to see any thing. * * * * * it is a melancholy thing to live when there is no vision in the land. where are our statesmen to meet this emergency? i see no reformer who asks himself the question, _what_ is it that i propose to myself to effect in the result? is the house of commons to be re-constructed on the principle of a representation of interests, or of a delegation of men? if on the former, we may, perhaps, see our way; if on the latter, you can never, in reason, stop short of universal suffrage; and in that case, i am sure that women have as good a right to vote as men.[ ] [footnote : in mr. coleridge's masterly analysis and confutation of the physiocratic system of the early french revolutionists, in the friend, he has the following passage in the nature of a _reductio ad absurdum_. "rousseau, indeed, asserts that there is an inalienable sovereignty inherent in every human being possessed of reason; and from this the framers of the constitution of deduce, that the people itself is its own sole rightful legislator, and at most dare only recede so far from its right as to delegate to chosen deputies the power of representing and declaring the general will. but this is wholly without proof; for it has been already fully shown, that, according to the principle out of which this consequence is attempted to be drawn, it is not the actual man, but the abstract reason alone, that is the sovereign and rightful lawgiver. the confusion of two things so different is so gross an error, that the constituent assembly could scarce proceed a step in their declaration of rights, without some glaring inconsistency. children are excluded from all political power; are they not human beings in whom the faculty of reason resides? yes! but|in _them_ the faculty is not yet adequately developed. but are not gross ignorance, inveterate superstition, and the habitual tyranny of passion and sensuality, equally preventives of the developement, equally impediments to the rightful exercise, of the reason, as childhood and early youth? who would not rely on the judgment of a well-educated english lad, bred in a virtuous and enlightened family, in preference to that of a brutal russian, who believes that he can scourge his wooden idol into good humour, or attributes to himself the merit of perpetual prayer, when he has fastened the petitions, which his priest has written for him, on the wings of a windmill? again: women are likewise excluded; a full half, and that assuredly the most innocent, the most amiable half, of the whole human race is excluded, and this too by a constitution which boasts to have no other foundations but those of universal reason! is reason, then, an affair of sex? no! but women are commonly in a state of dependence, and are not likely to exercise their reason with freedom. well! and does not this ground of exclusion apply with equal or greater force to the poor, to the infirm, to men in embarrassed circumstances, to all, in short, whose maintenance, be it scanty, or be it ample, depends on the will of others? how far are we to go? where must we stop? what classes should we admit? whom must we disfranchise? the objects concerning whom we are to determine these questions, are all human beings, and differenced from each other by _degrees_ only, these degrees, too, oftentimes changing. yet the principle on which the whole system rests, is that reason is not susceptible of degree. nothing, therefore, which subsists wholly in degrees, the changes of which do not obey any necessary law, can be the object of pure science, or determinate by mere reason,"--vol. i. p. , ed.] _march_ . . government.--earl grey. government is not founded on property, taken merely as such, in the abstract; it is founded on _unequal_ property; the inequality is an essential term in the position. the phrases--higher, middle, and lower classes, with reference to this point of representation--are delusive; no such divisions as classes actually exist in society. there is an indissoluble blending and interfusion of persons from top to bottom; and no man can trace a line of separation through them, except such a confessedly unmeaning and unjustifiable line of political empiricism as _l_. householders. i cannot discover a ray of principle in the government plan, --not a hint of the effect of the change upon the balance of the estates of the realm,--not a remark on the nature of the constitution of england, and the character of the property of so many millions of its inhabitants. half the wealth of this country is purely artificial,--existing only in and on the credit given to it by the integrity and honesty of the nation. this property appears, in many instances, a heavy burthen to the numerical majority of the people, and they believe that it causes all their distress: and they are now to have the maintenance of this property committed to their good faith--the lamb to the wolves! necker, you remember, asked the people to come and help him against the aristocracy. the people came fast enough at his bidding; but, somehow or other, they would not go away again when they had done their work. i hope lord grey will not see himself or his friends in the woeful case of the conjuror, who, with infinite zeal and pains, called up the devils to do something for him. they came at the word, thronging about him, grinning, and howling, and dancing, and whisking their long tails in diabolic glee; but when they asked him what he wanted of them, the poor wretch, frightened out his of wits, could only stammer forth,--"i pray you, my friends, be gone down again!" at which the devils, with one voice, replied,-- "yes! yes! we'll go down! we'll go down!-- but we'll take _you_ with us to swim or to drown!"[ ] [footnote : mr. coleridge must have been thinking of that "very pithy and profitable" ballad by the laureate, wherein is shown how a young man "would read unlawful books, and how he was punished:"-- "the _young_ man, he began to read he knew not what, but he would proceed, when there was heard a sound at the door, which as he read on grew more and more. "and more and more the knocking grew, the young man knew not what to do: but trembling in fear he sat within, _till the door was broke, and the devil came in_. "'what would'st thou with me?' the wicked one cried; but not a word the young man replied; every hair on his head was standing upright, and his limbs like a palsy shook with affright. "'what would'st thou with me?' cried the author of ill; but the wretched young man was silent still," &c. the catastrophe is very terrible, and the moral, though addressed by the poet to young men only, is quite as applicable to old men, as the times show. "henceforth let all young men take heed how in a conjuror's books they read!" _southey's minor poems_, vol. iii. p. .--ed.] * * * * * _june_ . . government.--popular representation. the three great ends which a statesman ought to propose to himself in the government of a nation, are,-- . security to possessors; . facility to acquirers; and; . hope to all. * * * * * a nation is the unity of a people. king and parliament are the unity made visible. the king and the peers are as integral portions of this manifested unity as the commons.[ ] in that imperfect state of society in which our system of representation began, the interests of the country were pretty exactly commensurate with its municipal divisions. the counties, the towns, and the seaports, accurately enough represented the only interests then existing; that is say,--the landed, the shop-keeping or manufacturing, and the mercantile. but for a century past, at least, this division has become notoriously imperfect, some of the most vital interests of the empire being now totally unconnected with any english localities. yet now, when the evil and the want are known, we are to abandon the accommodations which the necessity of the case had worked out for itself, and begin again with a rigidly territorial plan of representation! the miserable tendency of all is to destroy our nationality, which consists, in a principal degree, in our representative government, and to convert it into a degrading delegation of the populace. there is no unity for a people but in a representation of national interests; a delegation from the passions or wishes of the individuals themselves is a rope of sand. undoubtedly it is a great evil, that there should be such an evident discrepancy between the law and the practice of the constitution in the matter of the representation. such a direct, yet clandestine, contravention of solemn resolutions and established laws is immoral, and greatly injurious to the cause of legal loyalty and general subordination in the minds of the people. but then a statesman should consider that these very contraventions of law in practice point out to him the places in the body politic which need a remodelling of the law. you acknowledge a certain necessity for indirect representation in the present day, and that such representation has been instinctively obtained by means contrary to law; why then do you not approximate the useless law to the useful practice, instead of abandoning both law and practice for a completely new system of your own? [footnote : mr. coleridge was very fond of quoting george withers's fine lines:-- "let not your king and parliament in one, much less apart, mistake themselves for that which is most worthy to be thought upon: nor think _they_ are, essentially, the state. let them not fancy that th' authority and privileges upon them bestown, conferr'd are to set up a majesty, a power, or a glory, of their own! but let them know, 't was for a deeper life, which they but _represent_-- that there's on earth a yet auguster thing, veil'd though it be, than parliament and king!"--ed.] * * * * * the malignant duplicity and unprincipled tergiversations of the specific whig newspapers are to me detestable. i prefer the open endeavours of those publications which seek to destroy the church, and introduce a republic in effect: there is a sort of honesty in _that_ which i approve, though i would with joy lay down my life to save my country from the consummation which is so evidently desired by that section of the periodical press. _june_ . . napier.--buonaparte.--southey. i have been exceedingly impressed with the evil precedent of colonel napier's history of the peninsular war. it is a specimen of the true french military school; not a thought for the justice of the war,--not a consideration of the damnable and damning iniquity of the french invasion. all is looked at as a mere game of exquisite skill, and the praise is regularly awarded to the most successful player. how perfectly ridiculous is the prostration of napier's mind, apparently a powerful one, before the name of buonaparte! i declare i know no book more likely to undermine the national sense of right and wrong in matters of foreign interference than this work of napier's. if a. has a hundred means of doing a certain thing, and b. has only one or two, is it very wonderful, or does it argue very transcendant superiority, if a. surpasses b.? buonaparte was the child of circumstances, which he neither originated nor controlled. he had no chance of preserving his power but by continual warfare. no thought of a wise tranquillization of the shaken elements of france seems ever to have passed through his mind; and i believe that at no part of his reign could be have survived one year's continued peace. he never had but one obstacle to contend with--physical force; commonly the least difficult enemy a general, subject to courts- martial and courts of conscience, has to overcome. * * * * * southey's history[ ] is on the right side, and starts from the right point; but he is personally fond of the spaniards, and in bringing forward their nationality in the prominent manner it deserves, he does not, in my judgment, state with sufficient clearness the truth, that the nationality of the spaniards was not founded on any just ground of good government or wise laws, but was, in fact, very little more than a rooted antipathy to all strangers as such. in this sense every thing is national in spain. even their so called catholic religion is exclusively national in a genuine spaniard's mind; he does not regard the religious professions of the frenchman or italian at all in the same light with his own. [footnote : mr. coleridge said that the conclusion of this great work was the finest specimen of historic eulogy he had ever read in english;--that it was more than a campaign to the duke's fame.--ed.] _july_ . . patronage of the fine arts.--old women. the darkest despotisms on the continent have done more for the growth and elevation of the fine arts than the english government. a great musical composer in germany and italy is a great man in society, and a real dignity and rank are universally conceded to him. so it is with a sculptor, or painter, or architect. without this sort of encouragement and patronage such arts as music and painting will never come into great eminence. in this country there is no general reverence for the fine arts; and the sordid spirit of a money-amassing philosophy would meet any proposition for the fostering of art, in a genial and extended sense, with the commercial maxim,--_laissez faire_. paganini, indeed, will make a fortune, because he can actually sell the tones of his fiddle at so much a scrape; but mozart himself might have languished in a garret for any thing that would have been done for him here. * * * * * there are three classes into which all the women past seventy that ever i knew were to be divided:-- . that dear old soul; . that old woman; . that old witch. _july_ . . pictures.[ ] observe the remarkable difference between claude and teniers in their power of painting vacant space. claude makes his whole landscape a _plenum:_ the air is quite as substantial as any other part of the scene. hence there are no true distances, and every thing presses at once and equally upon the eye. there is something close and almost suffocating in the atmosphere of some of claude's sunsets. never did any one paint air, the thin air, the absolutely apparent vacancy between object and object, so admirably as teniers. that picture of the archers[ ] exemplifies this excellence. see the distances between those ugly louts! how perfectly true to the fact! but oh! what a wonderful picture is that triumph of silenus![ ] it is the very revelry of hell. every evil passion is there that could in any way be forced into juxtaposition with joyance. mark the lust, and, hard by, the hate. every part is pregnant with libidinous nature without one spark of the grace of heaven. the animal is triumphing--not over, but--in the absence, in the non-existence, of the spiritual part of man. i could fancy that rubens had seen in a vision-- all the souls that damned be leap up at once in anarchy, clap their hands, and dance for glee! that landscape[ ] on the other side is only less magnificent than dear sir george beaumont's, now in the national gallery. it has the same charm. rubens does not take for his subjects grand or novel conformations of objects; he has, you see, no precipices, no forests, no frowning castles,-- nothing that a poet would take at all times, and a painter take in these times. no; he gets some little ponds, old tumble-down cottages, that ruinous château, two or three peasants, a hay-rick, and other such humble images, which looked at in and by themselves convey no pleasure and excite no surprise; but he--and he peter paul rubens alone--handles these every- day ingredients of all common landscapes as they are handled in nature; he throws them into a vast and magnificent whole, consisting of heaven and earth and all things therein. he extracts the latent poetry out of these common objects,--that poetry and harmony which every man of genius perceives in the face of nature, and which many men of no genius are taught to perceive and feel after examining such a picture as this. in other landscape painters the scene is confined and as it were imprisoned;--in rubens the landscape dies a natural death; it fades away into the apparent infinity of space. so long as rubens confines himself to space and outward figure--to the mere animal man with animal passions--he is, i may say, a god amongst painters. his satyrs, silenuses, lions, tigers, and dogs, are almost godlike; but the moment he attempts any thing involving or presuming the spiritual, his gods and goddesses, his nymphs and heroes, become beasts, absolute, unmitigated beasts. [footnote : all the following remarks in this section were made at the exhibition of ancient masters at the british gallery in pall mall. the recollection of those two hours has made the rooms of that institution a melancholy place for me. mr. coleridge was in high spirits, and seemed to kindle in his mind at the contemplation of the splendid pictures before him. he did not examine them all by the catalogue, but anchored himself before some three or four great works, telling me that he saw the rest of the gallery _potentially_. i can yet distinctly recall him, half leaning on his old simple stick, and his hat off in one hand, whilst with the fingers of the other he went on, as was his constant wont, figuring in the air a commentary of small diagrams, wherewith, as he fancied, he could translate to the eye those relations of form and space which his words might fail to convey with clearness to the ear. his admiration for rubens showed itself in a sort of joy and brotherly fondness; he looked as if he would shake hands with his pictures. what the company, which by degrees formed itself round this silver-haired, bright-eyed, music-breathing, old man, took him for, i cannot guess; there was probably not one there who knew him to be that ancient mariner, who held people with his glittering eye, and constrained them, like three years' children, to hear his tale. in the midst of his speech, he turned to the right hand, where stood a very lovely young woman, whose attention he had involuntarily arrested;--to her, without apparently any consciousness of her being a stranger to him, he addressed many remarks, although i must acknowledge they were couched in a somewhat softer tone, as if he were soliciting her sympathy. he was, verily, a gentle-hearted man at all times; but i never was in company with him in my life, when the entry of a woman, it mattered not who, did not provoke a dim gush of emotion, which passed like an infant's breath over the mirror of his intellect.--ed.] [footnote : "figures shooting at a target," belonging, i believe, to lord bandon.--ed.] [footnote : this belongs to sir robert peel.--ed.] [footnote : "landscape with setting sun,"--lord farnborough's picture.--ed.] * * * * * the italian masters differ from the dutch in this--that in their pictures ages are perfectly ideal. the infant that raffael's madonna holds in her arms cannot be guessed of any particular age; it is humanity in infancy. the babe in the manger in a dutch painting is a fac-simile of some real new-born bantling; it is just like the little rabbits we fathers have all seen with some dismay at first burst. * * * * * carlo dolce's representations of our saviour are pretty, to be sure; but they are too smooth to please me. his christs are always in sugar-candy. * * * * * that is a very odd and funny picture of the connoisseurs at rome[ ] by reynolds. [footnote : "portraits of distinguished connoisseurs painted at rome,"--belonging to lord burlington.--ed.] * * * * * the more i see of modern pictures, the more i am convinced that the ancient art of painting is gone, and something substituted for it,--very pleasing, but different, and different in kind and not in degree only. portraits by the old masters,--take for example the pock-fritten lady by cuyp[ ]--are pictures of men and women: they fill, not merely occupy, a space; they represent individuals, but individuals as types of a species. modern portraits--a few by jackson and owen, perhaps, excepted--give you not the man, not the inward humanity, but merely the external mark, that in which tom is different from bill. there is something affected and meretricious in the snake in the grass[ ] and such pictures, by reynolds. [footnote : i almost forget, but have some recollection that the allusion is to mr. heneage finch's picture of a lady with a fan.--ed.] [footnote : sir robert peel's.--ed.] july . . chillingworth.--superstition of maltese, sicilians, and italians. it is now twenty years since i read chillingworth's book[ ]; but certainly it seemed to me that his main position, that the mere text of the bible is the sole and exclusive ground of christian faith and practice, is quite untenable against the romanists. it entirely destroys the conditions of a church, of an authority residing in a religious community, and all that holy sense of brotherhood which is so sublime and consolatory to a meditative christian. had i been a papist, i should not have wished for a more vanquishable opponent in controversy. i certainly believe chillingworth to have been in some sense a socinian. lord falkland, his friend, said so in substance. i do not deny his skill in dialectics; he was more than a match for knott[ ] to be sure. i must be bold enough to say, that i do not think that even hooker puts the idea of a church on the true foundation. [footnote : "the religion of protestants a safe way to salvation; or, an answer to a booke entitled 'mercy and truth; or, charity maintained by catholicks,' which pretends to prove the contrary."] [footnote : socinianism, or some inclination that way, is an old and clinging charge against chillingworth. on the one hand, it is well known that he subscribed the articles of the church of england, in the usual form, on the th of july, ; and on the other, it is equally certain that within two years immediately previous, he wrote the letter to some unnamed correspondent, beginning "dear harry," and printed in all the lives of chillingworth, in which letter he sums up his arguments upon the arian doctrine in this passage:--"in a word, whosoever shall freely and impartially consider of this thing, and how on the other side the ancient fathers' weapons against the arrians are in a manner only places of scripture (and these now for the most part discarded as importunate and unconcluding), and how in the argument drawn from the authority of the ancient fathers, they are almost always defendants, and scarse ever opponents, _he shall not choose but confesses or at least be very inclinable to beleeve, that the doctrine of arrius is eyther a truth, or at least no damnable heresy_." the truth is, however, that the socinianism of chillingworth, such as it may have been, had more reference to the doctrine of the redemption of man than of the being of god. edward knott's real name was matthias wilson.--ed.] * * * * * the superstition of the peasantry and lower orders generally in malta, sicily, and italy exceeds common belief. it is unlike the superstition of spain, which is a jealous fanaticism, having reference to their catholicism, and always glancing on heresy. the popular superstition of italy is the offspring of the climate, the old associations, the manners, and the very names of the places. it is pure paganism, undisturbed by any anxiety about orthodoxy, or animosity against heretics. hence, it is much more good-natured and pleasing to a traveller's feelings, and certainly not a whit less like the true religion of our dear lord than the gloomy idolatry of the spaniards. * * * * * i well remember, when in valetta in , asking a boy who waited on me, what a certain procession, then passing, was, and his answering with great quickness, that it was jesus christ, _who lives here (sta di casa qui)_, and when he comes out, it is in the shape of a wafer. but, "eccelenza," said he, smiling and correcting himself, "non è cristiano."[ ] [footnote : the following anecdote related by mr. coleridge, in april, , was preserved and communicated to me by mr. justice coleridge:--"as i was descending from mount aetna with a very lively talkative guide, we passed through a village (i think called) nicolozzi, when the host happened to be passing through the street. every one was prostrate; my guide became so; and, not to be singular, i went down also. after resuming our journey, i observed in my guide an unusual seriousness and long silence, which, after many _hums_ and _hahs_, was interrupted by a low bow, and leave requested to ask a question. this was of course granted, and the ensuing dialogue took place. guide. "signor, are you then a christian?" coleridge. "i hope so." g. "what! are all englishmen christians?" c. "i hope and trust they are." g. "what! are you not turks? are you not damned eternally?" c. "i trust not, through christ." g. "what! you believe in christ then?" c. "certainly." this answer produced another long silence. at length my guide again spoke, still doubting the grand point of my christianity. g. "i'm thinking, signor, what is the difference between you and us, that you are to be certainly damned?" c. "nothing very material; nothing that can prevent our both going to heaven, i hope. we believe in the father, the son, and the holy ghost." g. (interrupting me) "oh those damned priests! what liars they are! but (pausing) we can't do without them; we can't go to heaven without them. but tell me, signor, what _are_ the differences?" c. "why, for instance, we do not worship the virgin." g. "and why not, signor?" c. "because, though holy and pure, we think her still a woman, and, therefore, do not pay her the honour due to god." g. "but do you not worship jesus, who sits on the right hand of god?" c. "we do." g. "then why not worship the virgin, who sits on the left?" c. "i did not know she did. if you can show it me in the scriptures, i shall readily agree to worship her." "oh," said my man, with uncommon triumph, and cracking his fingers, "sicuro, signor! sicuro, signor!""--ed.] _july_ . . asgill.--the french. asgill was an extraordinary man, and his pamphlet[ ] is invaluable. he undertook to prove that man is literally immortal; or, rather, that any given living man might probably never die. he complains of the cowardly practice of dying. he was expelled from two houses of commons for blasphemy and atheism, as was pretended;--really i suspect because he was a staunch hanoverian. i expected to find the ravings of an enthusiast, or the sullen snarlings of an infidel; whereas i found the very soul of swift--an intense half self-deceived humorism. i scarcely remember elsewhere such uncommon skill in logic, such lawyer-like acuteness, and yet such a grasp of common sense. each of his paragraphs is in itself a whole, and yet a link between the preceding and following; so that the entire series forms one argument, and yet each is a diamond in itself. [footnote : "an argument proving, that, according to the covenant of eternal life, revealed in the scriptures, man may be translated from hence, without passing through death, although the human nature of christ himself could not be thus translated, till he had passed through death." asgill died in the year , in the king's bench prison, where he had been a prisoner for debt thirty years.--ed.] * * * * * was there ever such a miserable scene as that of the exhibition of the austrian standards in the french house of peers the other day?[ ] every other nation but the french would see that it was an exhibition of their own falsehood and cowardice. a man swears that the property intrusted to him is burnt, and then, when he is no longer afraid, produces it, and boasts of the atmosphere of "_honour_," through which the lie did not transpire. frenchmen are like grains of gunpowder,--each by itself smutty and contemptible, but mass them together and they are terrible indeed. [footnote : when the allies were in paris in , all the austrian standards were reclaimed. the answer was that they had been burnt by the soldiers at the hôtel des invalides. this was untrue. the marquis de semonville confessed with pride that he, knowing of the fraud, had concealed these standards, taken from mack at ulm in , in a vault under the luxemburg palace. "an inviolable asylum," said the marquis in his speech to the peers, "formed in the vault of this hall has protected this treasure from every search. vainly, during this long space of time, have the most authoritative researches endeavoured to penetrate the secret. it would have been culpable to reveal it, as long as we were liable to the demands of haughty foreigners. no one in this atmosphere of honour is capable of so great a weakness," &c.--ed.] _august_ . . as there is much beast and some devil in man; so is there some angel and some god in him. the beast and the devil may be conquered, but in this life never destroyed. * * * * * i will defy any one to answer the arguments of a st. simonist, except on the ground of christianity--its precepts and its assurances. _august_ . . the good and the true.--romish religion. there is the love of the good for the good's sake, and the love of the truth for the truth's sake. i have known many, especially women, love the good for the good's sake; but very few, indeed, and scarcely one woman, love the truth for the truth's sake. yet; without the latter, the former may become, as it has a thousand times been, the source of persecution of the truth,--the pretext and motive of inquisitorial cruelty and party zealotry. to see clearly that the love of the good and the true is ultimately identical--is given only to those who love both sincerely and without any foreign ends. * * * * * look through the whole history of countries professing the romish religion, and you will uniformly find the leaven of this besetting and accursed principle of action--that the end will sanction any means. _august_ . . england and holland. the conduct of this country to king william of holland has been, in my judgment, base and unprincipled beyond any thing in our history since the times of charles the second. certainly, holland is one of the most important allies that england has; and we are doing our utmost to subject it, and portugal, to french influence, or even dominion! upon my word, the english people, at this moment, are like a man palsied in every part of his body but one, in which one part he is so morbidly sensitive that he cannot bear to have it so much as breathed upon, whilst you may pinch him with a hot forceps elsewhere without his taking any notice of it. _august_ . . iron.--galvanism.--heat. iron is the most ductile of all hard metals, and the hardest of all ductile metals. with the exception of nickel, in which it is dimly seen, iron is the only metal in which the magnetic power is visible. indeed, it is almost impossible to purify nickel of iron. * * * * * galvanism is the union of electricity and magnetism, and, by being continuous, it exhibits an image of life;--i say, an image only: it is life in death. * * * * * heat is the mesothesis or indifference of light and matter. _august_ . . national colonial character, and naval discipline. the character of most nations in their colonial dependencies is in an inverse ratio of excellence to their character at home. the best people in the mother-country will generally be the worst in the colonies; the worst at home will be the best abroad. or, perhaps, i may state it less offensively thus:--the colonists of a well governed-country will degenerate; those of an ill-governed country will improve. i am now considering the natural tendency of such colonists if left to themselves; of course, a direct act of the legislature of the mother-country will break in upon this. where this tendency is exemplified, the cause is obvious. in countries well governed and happily conditioned, none, or very few, but those who are desperate through vice or folly, or who are mere trading adventurers, will be willing to leave their homes and settle in another hemisphere; and of those who do go, the best and worthiest are always striving to acquire the means of leaving the colony, and of returning to their native land. in ill-governed and ill-conditioned countries, on the contrary, the most respectable of the people are willing and anxious to emigrate for the chance of greater security and enlarged freedom; and if they succeed in obtaining these blessings in almost any degree, they have little inducement, on the average, to wish to abandon their second and better country. hence, in the former case, the colonists consider themselves as mere strangers, sojourners, birds of passage, and shift to live from hand to mouth, with little regard to lasting improvement of the place of their temporary commerce; whilst, in the latter case, men feel attached to a community to which they are individually indebted for otherwise unattainable benefits, and for the most part learn to regard it as their abode, and to make themselves as happy and comfortable in it as possible. i believe that the internal condition and character of the english and french west india islands of the last century amply verified this distinction; the dutch colonists most certainly did, and have always done. analogous to this, though not founded on precisely the same principle, is the fact that the severest naval discipline is always found in the ships of the freest nations, and the most lax discipline in the ships of the most oppressed. hence, the naval discipline of the americans is the sharpest; then that of the english;[ ] then that of the french (i speak as it used to be); and on board a spanish ship, there is no discipline at all. at genoa, the word "liberty" is, or used to be, engraved on the chains of the galley-slaves, and the doors of the dungeons. [footnote : this expression needs explanation. it _looks_ as if mr. coleridge rated the degree of liberty enjoyed by the english, _after_ that of the citizens of the united states; but he meant no such thing. his meaning was, that the form of government of the latter was more democratic, and formally assigned more power to each individual. the americans, as a nation, had no better friend in england than coleridge; he contemplated their growth with interest, and prophesied highly of their destiny, whether under their present or other governments. but he well knew their besetting faults and their peculiar difficulties, and was most deliberately of opinion that the english had, for years last past, possessed a measure of individual freedom and social dignity which had never been equalled, much less surpassed, in any other country ancient or modern. there is a passage in mr. coleridge's latest publication (church and state}, which clearly expresses his opinion upon this subject: "it has been frequently and truly observed that in england, where the ground-plan, the skeleton, as it were, of the government is a monarchy, at once buttressed and limited by the aristocracy (the assertions of its popular character finding a better support in the harangues and theories of popular men, than in state documents, and the records of clear history), afar greater degree of liberty is, and long has been, enjoyed, than ever existed in, the ostensibly freest, that is, most democratic, commonwealths of ancient or modern times; greater, indeed, and with a more decisive predominance of the spirit of freedom, than the wisest and most philanthropic statesmen of antiquity, or than the great commonwealth's men,--the stars of that narrow interspace of blue sky between the black clouds of the first and second charles's reigns--believed compatible, the one with the safety of the state, the other with the interests of morality. yes! for little less than a century and a half, englishmen have, collectively and individually, lived and acted with fewer restraints on their free-agency, than the citizens of any known republic, past or present." (p. .) upon which he subjoins the following note: "it will be thought, perhaps, that the united states of north america should have been excepted. but the identity of stock, language, customs, manners, and laws scarcely allows us to consider this an exception, even though it were quite certain both that it is and that it will continue such. it was at all events a remark worth remembering, which i once heard from a traveller (a prejudiced one, i must admit), that where every man may take, liberties, there is little liberty for any man; or, that where every man takes liberties, no man can enjoy any." (p. .) see also a passage to the like effect in the _friend_, vol. i. p. --ed.] august . . england.--holland and belgium. i cannot contain my indignation at the conduct of our government towards holland. they have undoubtedly forgotten the true and well-recognized policy of this country in regard to portugal in permitting the war faction in france to take possession of the tagus, and to bully the portuguese upon so flimsy--indeed, false--a pretext[ ] yet, in this instance, something may be said for them. miguel is such a wretch, that i acknowledge a sort of morality in leaving him to be cuffed and insulted; though, of course, this is a poor answer to a statesman who alleges the interest and policy of the country. but, as to the dutch and king william: the first, as a nation, the most ancient ally, the _alter idem_ of england, the best deserving of the cause of freedom and religion and morality of any people in europe; and the second, the very best sovereign now in christendom, with, perhaps, the single exception of the excellent king of sweden[ ]--was ever any thing so mean and cowardly as the behaviour of england! the five powers have, throughout this conference, been actuated exclusively by a selfish desire to preserve peace--i should rather say, to smother war --at the expense of a most valuable but inferior power. they have over and over again acknowledged the justice of the dutch claims, and the absurdity of the belgian pretences; but as the belgians were also as impudent as they were iniquitous,--as they would not yield _their_ point, why then--that peace may be preserved--the dutch must yield theirs! a foreign prince comes into belgium, pending these negotiations, and takes an unqualified oath to maintain the belgian demands:--what could king william or the dutch do, if they ever thereafter meant to call themselves independent, but resist and resent this outrage to the uttermost? it was a crisis in which every consideration of state became inferior to the strong sense and duty of national honour. when, indeed, the french appear in the field, king william retires. "i now see," he may say, "that the powers of europe are determined to abet the belgians. the justice of such a proceeding i leave to their conscience and the decision of history. it is now no longer a question whether i am tamely to submit to rebels and a usurper; it is no longer a quarrel between holland and belgium: it is an alliance of all europe against holland,--in which case i yield. i have no desire to sacrifice my people." [footnote : meaning, principally, the whipping, so richly deserved, inflicted on a frenchman called bonhomme, for committing a disgusting breach of common decency in the cathedral of coimbra, during divine service in passion week.--ed.]; [footnote : "every thing that i have heard or read of this sovereign has contributed to the impression on my mind, that he is a good and a wise man, and worthy to be the king of a virtuous people, the purest specimen of the gothic race."--_church and state_, p. . n.--ed.] * * * * * when leopold said that he was called to "_reign over_ four millions of noble belgians," i thought the phrase would have been more germane to the matter, if he had said that he was called to "_rein in_ four million restive asses." _august_ . . greatest happiness principle.----hobbism. o. p. q. in the morning chronicle is a clever fellow. he is for the greatest possible happiness for the greatest possible number, and for the longest possible time! so am i; so are you, and every one of us, i will venture to say, round the tea-table. first, however, what does o. p. q. mean by the word _happiness_? and, secondly, how does he propose to make other persons agree in _his_ definition of the term? don't you see the ridiculous absurdity of setting up _that_ as a principle or motive of action, which is, in fact, a necessary and essential instinct of our very nature--an inborn and inextinguishable desire? how can creatures susceptible of pleasure and pain do otherwise than desire happiness? but, _what_ happiness? that is the question. the american savage, in scalping his fallen enemy, pursues _his_ happiness naturally and adequately. a chickasaw, or pawnee bentham, or o. p. q., would necessarily hope for the most frequent opportunities possible of scalping the greatest possible number of savages, for the longest possible time. there is no escaping this absurdity, unless you come back to a standard of reason and duty, imperative upon our merely pleasurable sensations. oh! but, says o. p. q., i am for the happiness of _others!_ of others! are you, indeed? well, i happen to be one of those _others_, and, so far as i can judge from what you show me of your habits and views, i would rather be excused from your banquet of happiness. _your_ mode of happiness would make _me_ miserable. to go about doing as much _good_ as possible to as many men as possible, is, indeed, an excellent object for a man to propose to himself; but then, in order that you may not sacrifice the real good and happiness of others to your particular views, which may be quite different from your neighbour's, you must do _that_ good to others which the reason, common to all, pronounces to be good for all. in this sense your fine maxim is so very true as to be a mere truism. * * * * * so you object, with old hobbes, that i do good actions _for_ the pleasure of a good conscience; and so, after all, i am only a refined sensualist! heaven bless you, and mend your logic! don't you see that if conscience, which is in its nature a consequence, were thus anticipated and made an antecedent--a party instead of a judge--it would dishonour your draft upon it--it would not pay on demand? don't you see that, in truth, the very fact of acting with this motive properly and logically destroys all claim upon conscience to give you any pleasure at all? august . . the two modes of political action. there are many able and patriotic members in the house of commons--sir robert inglis, sir robert peel, and some others. but i grieve that they never have the courage or the wisdom--i know not in which the failure is-- to take their stand upon duty, and to appeal to all men as men,--to the good and the true, which exist for _all_, and of which _all_ have an apprehension. they always set to work--especially, his great eminence considered, sir robert peel--by addressing themselves to individual interests; the measure will be injurious to the linen-drapers, or to the bricklayers; or this clause will bear hard on bobbin-net or poplins, and so forth. whereas their adversaries--the demagogues--always work on the opposite principle: they always appeal to men as men; and, as you know, the most terrible convulsions in society have been wrought by such phrases as _rights of man_, _sovereignty of the people_, _&c_., which no one understands, which apply to no one in particular, but to all in general.[ ] the devil works precisely in the same way. he is a very clever fellow; i have no acquaintance with him, but i respect his evident talents. consistent truth and goodness will assuredly in the end overcome every thing; but inconsistent good can never be a match for consistent evil. alas! i look in vain for some wise and vigorous man to sound the word duty in the ears of this generation. [footnote : "it is with nations as with individuals. in tranquil moods and peaceable times we are quite _practical_; facts only, and cool common sense, are then in fashion. but let the winds of passion swell, and straightway men begin to generalize, to connect by remotest analogies, to express the most universal positions of reason in the most glowing figures of fancy; in short, to feel particular truths and mere facts as poor, cold, narrow, and incommensurate with their feelings."--_statesman's manual_, p. . "it seems a paradox only to the unthinking, and it is a fact that none but the unread in history will deny, that, in periods of popular tumult and innovation, the more abstract a notion is, the more readily has it been found to combine, the closer has appeared its affinity, with the feelings of a people, and with all their immediate impulses to action. at the commencement of the french revolution, in the remotest villages every tongue was employed in echoing and enforcing the almost geometrical abstractions of the physiocratic politicians and economists. the public roads were crowded with armed enthusiasts, disputing on the inalienable sovereignty of the people, the imprescriptible laws of the pure reason, and the universal constitution, which, as rising out of the nature and rights of man as man, all nations alike were under the obligation of adopting."-- _statesman's manual_.] _august_ . . truths and maxims. the english public is not yet ripe to comprehend the essential difference between the reason and the understanding--between a principle and a maxim-- an eternal truth and a mere conclusion generalized from a great number of facts. a man, having seen a million moss roses all red, concludes from his own experience and that of others that all moss roses are red. that is a maxim with him--the _greatest_ amount of his knowledge upon the subject. but it is only true until some gardener has produced a white moss rose,-- after which the maxim is good for nothing. again, suppose adam watching the sun sinking under the western horizon for the first time; he is seized with gloom and terror, relieved by scarce a ray of hope that he shall ever see the glorious light again. the next evening, when it declines, his hopes are stronger, but still mixed with fear; and even at the end of a thousand years, all that a man can feel is a hope and an expectation so strong as to preclude anxiety. now compare this in its highest degree with the assurance which you have that the two sides of any triangle are together greater than the third. this, demonstrated of one triangle, is seen to be eternally true of all imaginable triangles. this is a truth perceived at once by the intuitive reason, independently of experience. it is and must ever be so, multiply and vary the shapes and sizes of triangles as you may. * * * * * it used to be said that four and five _make_ nine. locke says, that four and five _are_ nine. now i say, that four and five _are not_ nine, but that they will _make_ nine. when i see four objects which will form a square, and five which will form a pentagon, i see that they are two different things; when combined, they will form a third different figure, which we call nine. when separate they _are not_ it, but will _make_ it. _september_ . . drayton and daniel. drayton is a sweet poet, and selden's notes to the early part of the polyolbion are well worth your perusal. daniel is a superior man; his diction is pre-eminently pure,--of that quality which i believe has always existed somewhere in society. it is just such english, without any alteration, as wordsworth or sir george beaumont might have spoken or written in the present day. yet there are instances of sublimity in drayton. when deploring the cutting down of some of our old forests, he says, in language which reminds the reader of lear, written subsequently, and also of several passages in mr. wordsworth's poems:-- ----"our trees so hack'd above the ground, that where their lofty tops the neighbouring countries crown'd, their trunks (like aged folks) now bare and naked stand, _as for revenge to heaven each held a wither'd hand._" [ ] that is very fine. [footnote : polyol vii. "he (drayton) was a poet by nature, and carefully improved his talent; one who sedulously laboured to deserve the approbation of such as were capable of appreciating and cared nothing for the censures which others might pass upon him." 'like me that list,' he says, ----'my honest rhymes nor care for critics, nor regard the times.' and though he is not a poet _virum volitarc per ora_, nor one of those whose better fortune it is to live in the hearts of their devoted admirers,--yet what he deemed his greatest work will be preserved by its subject; some of his minor poems have merit enough in their execution to ensure their preservation; and no one who studies poetry as an art will think his time misspent in perusing the whole, if he have any real love for the art he is pursuing. the youth who enters upon that pursuit without a feeling of respect and gratitude for those elder poets, who by their labours have prepared the way for him, is not likely to produce any thing himself that will be held in remembrance by posterity."-_the doctor_, &c. c. . p.i. i heartily trust that the author or authors, as the case may be, of this singularly thoughtful and diverting book will in due time continue it. let some people say what they please, there has not been the fellow of it published for many a long day.--ed.] _september_ . . mr. coleridge's system of philosophy. my system, if i may venture to give it so fine a name, is the only attempt, i know, ever made to reduce all knowledges into harmony. it opposes no other system, but shows what was true in each; and how that which was true in the particular, in each of them became error, _because_ it was only half the truth. i have endeavoured to unite the insulated fragments of truth, and therewith to frame a perfect mirror. i show to each system that i fully understand and rightfully appreciate what that system means; but then i lift up that system to a higher point of view, from which i enable it to see its former position, where it was, indeed, but under another light and with different relations;--so that the fragment of truth is not only acknowledged, but explained. thus the old astronomers discovered and maintained much that was true; but, because they were placed on a false ground, and looked from a wrong point of view, they never did, they never could, discover the truth--that is, the whole truth. as soon as they left the earth, their false centre, and took their stand in the sun, immediately they saw the whole system in its true light, and their former station remaining, but remaining as a part of the prospect. i wish, in short, to connect by a moral _copula_ natural history with political history; or, in other words, to make history scientific, and science historical--to take from history its accidentality, and from science its fatalism. * * * * * i never from a boy could, under any circumstances, feel the slightest dread of death as such. in all my illnesses i have ever had the most intense desire to be released from this life, unchecked by any but one wish, namely, to be able to finish my work on philosophy. not that i have any author's vanity on the subject: god knows that i should be absolutely glad, if i could hear that the thing had already been done before me. * * * * * illness never in the smallest degree affects my intellectual powers. i can _think_ with all my ordinary vigour in the midst of pain; but i am beset with the most wretched and unmanning reluctance and shrinking from action. i could not upon such occasions take the pen in hand to write down my thoughts for all the wide world. _october ._ . keenness and subtlety. few men of genius are keen; but almost every man of genius is subtle. if you ask me the difference between keenness and subtlety, i answer that it is the difference between a point and an edge. to split a hair is no proof of subtlety; for subtlety acts in distinguishing differences--in showing that two things apparently one are in fact two; whereas, to split a hair is to cause division, and not to ascertain difference. _october_ . . duties and needs of an advocate. there is undoubtedly a limit to the exertions of an advocate for his client. he has a right, it is his bounden duty, to do every thing which his client might honestly do, and to do it with all the effect which any exercise of skill, talent, or knowledge of his own may be able to produce. but the advocate has no right, nor is it his duty, to do that for his client which his client _in foro conscientiae_ has no right to do for himself; as, for a gross example, to put in evidence a forged deed or will, knowing it to be so forged. as to mere confounding of witnesses by skilful cross-examination, i own i am not disposed to be very strict. the whole thing is perfectly well understood on all hands, and it is little more in general than a sort of cudgel-playing between the counsel and the witness, in which, i speak with submission to you, i think i have seen the witness have the best of it as often as his assailant. it is of the utmost importance in the administration of justice that knowledge and intellectual power should be as far as possible equalized between the crown and the prisoner, or plaintiff and defendant. hence especially arises the necessity for an order of advocates,--men whose duty it ought to be to know what the law allows and disallows; but whose interests should be wholly indifferent as to the persons or characters of their clients. if a certain latitude in examining witnesses is, as experience seems to have shown, a necessary mean towards the evisceration of the truth of matters of fact, i have no doubt, as a moralist, in saying, that such latitude within the bounds, now existing is justifiable. we must be content with a certain quantum in this life, especially in matters of public cognizance; the necessities of society demand it; we must not be righteous overmuch, or wise overmuch; and, as an old father says, in what vein may there not be a plethora, when the scripture tells us that there may under circumstances be too much of virtue and of wisdom? still i think that, upon the whole, the advocate is placed in a position unfavourable to his moral being, and, indeed, to his intellect also, in its higher powers. therefore i would recommend an advocate to devote a part of his leisure time to some study of the metaphysics of the mind, or metaphysics of theology; something, i mean, which shall call forth all his powers, and centre his wishes in the investigation of truth alone, without reference to a side to be supported. no studies give such a power of distinguishing as metaphysical, and in their natural and unperverted tendency they are ennobling and exalting. some such studies are wanted to counteract the operation of legal studies and practice, which sharpen, indeed, but, like a grinding-stone, narrow whilst they sharpen. _november_ . . abolition of the french hereditary peerage. i cannot say what the french peers _will_ do; but i can tell you what they _ought_ to do. "so far," they might say, "as our feelings and interests, as individuals, are concerned in this matter--if it really be the prevailing wish of our fellow-countrymen to destroy the hereditary peerage--we shall, without regret, retire into the ranks of private citizens: but we are bound by the provisions of the existing constitution to consider ourselves collectively as essential to the well-being of france: we have been placed here to defend what france, a short time ago at least, thought a vital part of its government; and, if we did not defend it, what answer could we make hereafter to france itself, if she should come to see, what we think to be an error, in the light in which we view it? we should be justly branded as traitors and cowards, who had deserted the post which we were specially appointed to maintain. as a house of peers, therefore,--as one substantive branch of the legislature, we can never, in honour or in conscience, consent to a measure of the impolicy and dangerous consequences of which we are convinced. "if, therefore, this measure is demanded by the country, let the king and the deputies form themselves into a constituent assembly; and then, assuming to act in the name of the total nation, let them decree the abolition. in that case we yield to a just, perhaps, but revolutionary, act, in which we do not participate, and against which we are, upon the supposition, quite powerless. if the deputies, however, consider themselves so completely in the character of delegates as to be at present absolutely pledged to vote without freedom of deliberation, let a concise, but perspicuous, summary of the ablest arguments that can be adduced on either side be drawn up, and printed, and circulated throughout the country; and then, after two months, let the deputies demand fresh instructions upon this point. one thing, as men of honour, we declare beforehand--that, come what will, none of us who are now peers will ever accept a peerage created _de novo_ for life." _november_ . . conduct of ministers on the reform bill.--the multitude. the present ministers have, in my judgment, been guilty of two things preeminently wicked, _sensu politico_, in their conduct upon this reform bill. first, they have endeavoured to carry a fundamental change in the material and mode of action of the government of the country by so exciting the passions, and playing upon the necessary ignorance of the numerical majority of the nation, that all freedom and utility of discussion, by competent heads, in the proper place, should be precluded. in doing this they have used, or sanctioned the use of, arguments which may he applied with equal or even greater force to the carrying of any measure whatever, no matter how atrocious in its character or destructive in its consequences. they have appealed directly to the argument of the greater number of voices, no matter whether the utterers were drunk or sober, competent or not competent; and they have done the utmost in their power to rase out the sacred principle in politics of a representation of interests, and to introduce the mad and barbarizing scheme of a delegation of individuals. and they have done all this without one word of thankfulness to god for the manifold blessings of which the constitution as settled at the revolution, imperfect as it may be, has been the source or vehicle or condition to this great nation,--without one honest statement of the manner in which the anomalies in the practice grew up, or any manly declaration of the inevitable necessities of government which those anomalies have met. with no humility, nor fear, nor reverence, like ham the accursed, they have beckoned, with grinning faces, to a vulgar mob, to come and insult over the nakedness of a parent; when it had become them, if one spark of filial patriotism had burnt within their breasts, to have marched with silent steps and averted faces to lay their robes upon his destitution! secondly, they have made the _king_ the prime mover in all this political wickedness: they have made the _king_ tell his people that they were deprived of their rights, and, by direct and necessary implication, that they and their ancestors for a century past had been slaves: they have made the king vilify the memory of his own brother and father. rights! there are no rights whatever without corresponding duties. look at the history of the growth of our constitution, and you will see that our ancestors never upon any occasion stated, as a ground for claiming any of their privileges, an abstract right inherent in themselves; you will nowhere in our parliamentary records find the miserable sophism of the rights of man. no! they were too wise for that. they took good care to refer their claims to custom and prescription, and boldly--sometimes very impudently--asserted them upon traditionary and constitutional grounds. the bill is bad enough, god knows; but the arguments of its advocates, and the manner of their advocacy, are a thousand times worse than the bill itself; and you will live to think so. i am far, very far, from wishing to indulge in any vulgar abuse of the vulgar. i believe that the feeling of the multitude will, in most cases, be in favour of something good; but this it is which i perceive, that they are always under the domination of some one feeling or view;--whereas truth, and, above all, practical wisdom, must be the result of a wide comprehension of the more and the less, the balance and the counter- balance. _december_ . . religion. a religion, that is, a true religion, must consist of ideas and facts both; not of ideas alone without facts, for then it would be mere philosophy;-- nor of facts alone without ideas, of which those facts are the symbols, or out of which they arise, or upon which they are grounded, for then it would be mere history. _december_ . . union with ireland.--irish church. i am quite sure that no dangers are to be feared by england from the disannexing and independence of ireland at all comparable with the evils which have been, and will yet be, caused to england by the union. we have never received one particle of advantage from our association with ireland, whilst we have in many most vital particulars violated the principles of the british constitution solely for the purpose of conciliating the irish agitators, and of endeavouring--a vain endeavour--to find room for them under the same government. mr. pitt has received great credit for effecting the union; but i believe it will sooner or later be discovered that the manner in which, and the terms upon which, he effected it, made it the most fatal blow that ever was levelled against the peace and prosperity of england. from it came the catholic bill. from the catholic bill has come this reform bill! and what next? * * * * * the case of the irish church is certainly anomalous, and full of practical difficulties. on the one hand, it is the only church which the constitution can admit; on the other, such are the circumstances, it is a church that cannot act as a church towards five sixths of the persons nominally and legally within its care. _december_ . . a state.--persons and things.--history. the difference between an inorganic and an organic body lies in this:--in the first--a sheaf of corn--the whole is nothing more than a collection of the individual parts or phenomena. in the second--a man--the whole is the effect of, or results from, the parts; it--the whole--is every thing, and the parts are nothing. a state is an idea intermediate between the two--the whole being a result from, and not a mere total of, the parts, and yet not so merging the constituent parts in the result, but that the individual exists integrally within it. extremes, especially in politics, meet. in athens each individual athenian was of no value; but taken altogether, as demus, they were every thing in such a sense that no individual citizen was any thing. in turkey there is the sign of unity put for unity. the sultan seems himself the state; but it is an illusion: there is in fact in turkey no state at all: the whole consists of nothing but a vast collection of neighbourhoods. * * * * * when the government and the aristocracy of this country had subordinated _persons to things_, and treated the one like the other,--the poor, with some reason, and almost in self-defence, learned to set up _rights_ above _duties_. the code of a christian society is, _debeo, et tu debes_--of heathens or barbarians, _teneo, teneto et tu, si potes_.[ ] [footnote : "and this, again, is evolved out of the yet higher idea of _person_ in contradistinction from _thing_, all social law and justice being grounded on the principle that a person can never, but by his own fault, become a thing, or, without grievous wrong, be treated as such; and the distinction consisting in this, that a thing may be used altogether, and merely as the _means_ to an end; but the person must always be included in the _end_; his interest must always form a part of the object,--a _mean_ to which he, by consent, that is, by his own act, makes himself. we plant a tree, and we fell it; we breed the sheep, and we shear, or we kill it,--in both cases wholly as means to _our_ ends: for trees and animals are things. the woodcutter and the hind are likewise employed as _means_; but on agreement, and that too an agreement of reciprocal advantage, which includes them as well as their employer in the _end_; for they are persons. and the government under which the contrary takes place is not worthy to be called a state, if, as in the kingdom of dahomey, it be unprogressive; or only by anticipation, where, as in russia, it is in advance to a better and more _manworthy_ order of things."--_church and state_, p. .] * * * * * if men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us! but passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us! _december_ . . beauty.--genius. the old definition of beauty in the roman school of painting was, _il più nell' uno_--multitude in unity; and there is no doubt that such is the principle of beauty. and as one of the most characteristic and infallible criteria of the different ranks of men's intellects, observe the instinctive habit which all superior minds have of endeavouring to bring, and of never resting till they have brought, into unity the scattered facts which occur in conversation, or in the statements of men of business. to attempt to argue any great question upon facts only, is absurd; you cannot state any fact before a mixed audience, which an opponent as clever as yourself cannot with ease twist towards another bearing, or at least meet by a contrary fact, as it is called. i wonder why facts were ever called stubborn things: i am sure they have been found pliable enough lately in the house of commons and elsewhere. facts, you know, are not truths; they are not conclusions; they are not even premisses, but in the nature and parts of premisses. the truth depends on, and is only arrived at, by a legitimate deduction from _all_ the facts which are truly material. * * * * * _december_ . . church.--state.--dissenters. even to a church,--the only pure democracy, because in it persons are alone considered, and one person _à priori_ is equal to another person,--even to a church, discipline is an essential condition. but a state regards classes, and classes as they represent classified property; and to introduce a system of representation which must inevitably render all discipline impossible, what is it but madness-the madness of ignorant vanity, and reckless obstinacy? * * * * * i have known, and still know, many dissenters, who profess to have a zeal for christianity; and i dare say they have. but i have known very few dissenters indeed, whose hatred to the church of england was not a much more active principle of action with them than their love for christianity. the wesleyans, in uncorrupted parts of the country, are nearly the only exceptions. there never was an age since the days of the apostles, in which the catholic spirit of religion was so dead, and put aside for love of sects and parties, as at present. * * * * * _january_ . . gracefulness of children.--dogs. how inimitably graceful children are in general before they learn to dance! * * * * * there seems a sort of sympathy between the more generous dogs and little children. i believe an instance of a little child being attacked by a large dog is very rare indeed. _january_ . . ideal tory and whig. the ideal tory and the ideal whig (and some such there have really been) agreed in the necessity and benefit of an exact balance of the three estates: but the tory was more jealous of the balance being deranged by the people; the whig, of its being deranged by the crown. but this was a habit, a jealousy only; they both agreed in the ultimate preservation of the balance; and accordingly they might each, under certain circumstances, without the slightest inconsistency, pass from one side to the other, as the ultimate object required it. this the tories did at the revolution, but remained tories as before. i have half a mind to write a critical and philosophical essay on whiggism, from dryden's achitophel (shaftesbury), the first whig, (for, with dr. johnson's leave, the devil is no such cattle,) down to ----, who, i trust, in god's mercy to the interests of peace, union, and liberty in this nation, will be the last. in it i would take the last years of queen anne's reign as the zenith, or palmy state, of whiggism in its divinest _avatar_ of common sense, or of the understanding, vigorously exerted in the right direction on the right and proper objects of the understanding; and would then trace the rise, the occasion, the progress, and the necessary degeneration of the whig spirit of compromise, even down to the profound ineptitudes of their party in these days. a clever fellow might make something of this hint. how asgill would have done it! _february_ . . the church. the church is the last relic of our nationality. would to god that the bishops and the clergy in general could once fully understand that the christian church and the national church are as little to be confounded as divided! i think the fate of the reform bill, in itself, of comparatively minor importance; the fate of the national church occupies my mind with greater intensity. _february_ . . ministers and the reform bill. i could not help smiling, in reading the report of lord grey's speech in the house of lords, the other night, when he asked lord wicklow whether he seriously believed that he, lord grey, or any of the ministers, intended to subvert the institutions of the country. had i been in lord wicklow's place, i should have been tempted to answer this question something in the following way:--"waiving the charge in an offensive sense of personal consciousness against the noble earl, and all but one or two of his colleagues, upon my honour, and in the presence of almighty god, i answer, yes! you have destroyed the freedom of parliament; you have done your best to shut the door of the house of commons to the property, the birth, the rank, the wisdom of the people, and have flung it open to their passions and their follies. you have disfranchised the gentry, and the real patriotism of the nation: you have agitated and exasperated the mob, and thrown the balance of political power into the hands of that class (the shopkeepers) which, in all countries and in all ages, has been, is now, and ever will be, the least patriotic and the least conservative of any. you are now preparing to destroy for ever the constitutional independence of the house of lords; you are for ever displacing it from its supremacy as a co-ordinate estate of the realm; and whether you succeed in passing your bill by actually swamping our votes by a batch of new peers, or by frightening a sufficient number of us out of our opinions by the threat of one,--equally you will have superseded the triple assent which the constitution requires to the enactment of a valid law, and have left the king alone with the delegates of the populace!" _march_ . . disfranchisement. i am afraid the conservative party see but one half of the truth. the mere extension of the franchise is not the evil; i should be glad to see it greatly extended;--there is no harm in that _per se_; the mischief is that the franchise is nominally extended, but to such classes, and in such a manner, that a practical disfranchisement of all above, and a discontenting of all below, a favoured class are the unavoidable results. _march_ . . genius feminine.----pirates. ----'s face is almost the only exception i know to the observation, that something feminine--not _effeminate_, mind--is discoverable in the countenances of all men of genius. look at that face of old dampier, a rough sailor, but a man of exquisite mind. how soft is the air of his countenance, how delicate the shape of his temples! * * * * * i think it very absurd and misplaced to call raleigh and drake, and others of our naval heroes of elizabeth's age, pirates. no man is a _pirate_, unless his contemporaries agree to call him so. drake said,--"the subjects of the king of spain have done their best to ruin my country: _ergo_, i will try to ruin the king of spain's country." would it not be silly to call the argonauts pirates in our sense of the word? _march_ . . astrology.--alchemy. it is curious to mark how instinctively the reason has always pointed out to men the ultimate end of the various sciences, and how immediately afterwards they have set to work, like children, to realize that end by inadequate means. now they applied to their appetites, now to their passions, now to their fancy, now to the understanding, and lastly, to the intuitive reason again. there is no doubt but that astrology of some sort or other would be the last achievement of astronomy: there must he chemical relations between the planets; the difference of their magnitudes compared with that of their distances is not explicable otherwise; but this, though, as it were, blindly and unconsciously seen, led immediately to fortune- telling and other nonsense. so alchemy is the theoretic end of chemistry: there must be a common law, upon which all can become each and each all; but then the idea was turned to the coining of gold and silver. _march_ . . reform bill.--crisis. i have heard but two arguments of any weight adduced in favour of passing this reform bill, and they are in substance these:-- . we will blow your brains out if you don't pass it. . we will drag you through a horsepond if you don't pass it; and there is a good deal of force in both. * * * * * talk to me of your pretended crisis! stuff! a vigorous government would in one month change all the data for your reasoning. would you have me believe that the events of this world are fastened to a revolving cycle with god at one end and the devil at the other, and that the devil is now uppermost! are you a christian, and talk about a crisis in that fatalistic sense! _march_ . . john, chap. iii. ver. .--dictation and inspiration.--gnosis--new testament canon. i certainly understand the [greek: ti emoi kai soi gynai] in the second chapter[ ] of st. john's gospel, as having a _liquid increpationis_ in it-- a mild reproof from jesus to mary for interfering in his ministerial acts by requests on her own account. i do not think that [greek: gynai] was ever used by child to parent as a common mode of address: between husband and wife it was; but i cannot think that [greek: m_eter] and [greek: gynai] were equivalent terms in the mouth of a son speaking to his mother. no part of the christopaedia is found in john or paul; and after the baptism there is no recognition of any maternal authority in mary. see the two passages where she endeavours to get access to him when he is preaching:--"whosoever shall do the will of god, the same is my brother, and my sister, and my mother"[ ] and also the recommendation of her to the care of john at the crucifixion. [footnote : verse .] [footnote : mark, ch. iii. ver. .] * * * * * there may be dictation without inspiration, and inspiration without dictation; they have been and continue to be grievously confounded. balaam and his ass were the passive organs of dictation; but no one, i suppose, will venture to call either of those worthies inspired. it is my profound conviction that st. john and st. paul were divinely inspired; but i totally disbelieve the dictation of any one word, sentence, or argument throughout their writings. observe, there was revelation. all religion is revealed;-- _revealed_ religion is, in my judgment, a mere pleonasm. revelations of facts were undoubtedly made to the prophets; revelations of doctrines were as undoubtedly made to john and paul;--but is it not a mere matter of our very senses that john and paul each dealt with those revelations, expounded them, insisted on them, just exactly according to his own natural strength of intellect, habit of reasoning, moral, and even physical temperament? we receive the books ascribed to john and paul as their books on the judgment of men, for whom no miraculous discernment is pretended; nay, whom, in their admission and rejection of other books, we believe to have erred. shall we give less credence to john and paul themselves? surely the heart and soul of every christian give him sufficient assurance that, in all things that concern him as a _man_, the words that he reads are spirit and truth, and could only proceed from him who made both heart and soul.-- understand the matter so, and all difficulty vanishes: you read without fear, lest your faith meet with some shock from a passage here and there which you cannot reconcile with immediate dictation, by the holy spirit of god, without an absurd violence offered to the text. you read the bible as the best of all books, but still as a book; and make use of all the means and appliances which learning and skill, under the blessing of god, can afford towards rightly apprehending the general sense of it--not solicitous to find out doctrine in mere epistolary familiarity, or facts in clear _ad hominem et pro tempore_ allusions to national traditions. * * * * * tertullian, i think, says he had seen the autograph copies of some of the apostles' writings. the truth is, the ancient church was not guided by the mere fact of the genuineness of a writing in pronouncing it canonical;-- its catholicity was the test applied to it. i have not the smallest doubt that the epistle of barnabas is genuine; but it is not catholic; it is full of the [greek: gn_osis], though of the most simple and pleasing sort. i think the same of hermas. the church would never admit either into the canon, although the alexandrians always read the epistle of barnabas in their churches for three hundred years together. it was upwards of three centuries before the epistle to the hebrews was admitted, and this on account of its [greek: gn_osis]; at length, by help of the venerable prefix of st. paul's name, its admirers, happily for us, succeeded. * * * * * so little did the early bishops and preachers think their christian faith wrapped up in, and solely to be learned from, the new testament,--indeed, can it be said that there was any such collection for three hundred years? --that i remember a letter from ----[ ] to a friend of his, a bishop in the east, in which he most evidently speaks of the _christian_ scriptures as of works of which the bishop knew little or nothing. [footnote : i have lost the name which mr. coleridge mentioned.--ed.] _april_ . . unitarianism.--moral philosophy. i make the greatest difference between _ans_ and _isms_. i should deal insincerely with you, if i said that i thought unitarianism was christianity. no; as i believe and have faith in the doctrine, it is not the truth in jesus christ; but god forbid that i should doubt that you, and many other unitarians, as you call yourselves, are, in a practical sense, very good christians. we do not win heaven by logic. by the by, what do you mean by exclusively assuming the title of unitarians? as if tri-unitarians were not necessarily unitarians, as much (pardon the illustration) as an apple-pie must of course be a pie! the schoolmen would, perhaps, have called you unicists; but your proper name is psilanthropists--believers in the mere human nature of christ. upon my word, if i may say so without offence, i really think many forms of pantheistic atheism more agreeable to an imaginative mind than unitarianism as it is professed in terms: in particular, i prefer the spinosistic scheme infinitely. the early socinians were, to be sure, most unaccountable logicians; but, when you had swallowed their bad reasoning, you came to a doctrine on which the _heart_, at least, might rest for some support. they adored jesus christ. both laelius and faustus socinus laid down the adorability of jesus in strong terms. i have nothing, you know, to do with their logic. but unitarianism is, in effect, the worst of one kind of atheism, joined to the worst of one kind of calvinism, like two asses tied tail to tail. it has no covenant with god; and looks upon prayer as a sort of self-magnetizing--a getting of the body and temper into a certain _status_, desirable _per se_, but having no covenanted reference to the being to whom the prayer is addressed. * * * * * the sum total of moral philosophy is found in this one question, is _good_ a superfluous word,--or mere lazy synonyme for the pleasurable, and its causes;--at most, a mere modification to express degree, and comparative duration of pleasure?--or the question may be more unanswerably stated thus, is _good_ superfluous as a word exponent of a _kind_?--if it be, then moral philosophy is but a subdivision of physics. if not, then the writings of paley and all his predecessors and disciples are false and _most_ pernicious; and there is an emphatic propriety in the superlative, and in a sense which of itself would supply and exemplify the difference between _most_ and _very_. _april_ . . moral law of polarity. it is curious to trace the operation of the moral law of polarity in the history of politics, religion, &c. when the maximum of one tendency has been attained, there is no gradual decrease, but a direct transition to its minimum, till the opposite tendency has attained its maximum; and then you see another corresponding revulsion. with the restoration came in all at once the mechanico-corpuscular philosophy, which, with the increase of manufactures, trade, and arts, made every thing in philosophy, religion, and poetry objective; till, at length, attachment to mere external worldliness and forms got to its maximum,--when out burst the french revolution; and with it every thing became immediately subjective, without any object at all. the rights of man, the sovereignty of the people, were subject and object both. we are now, i think, on the turning point again. this reform seems the _ne plus ultra_ of that tendency of the public mind which substitutes its own undefined notions or passions for real objects and historical actualities. there is not one of the ministers--except the one or two revolutionists among them--who has ever given us a hint, throughout this long struggle, as to _what_ he really does believe will be the product of the bill; what sort of house of commons it will make for the purpose of governing this empire soberly and safely. no; they have actualized for a moment a wish, a fear, a passion, but not an idea. _april_ . . epidemic disease.--quarantine. there are two grand divisions under which all contagious diseases may be classed:-- . those which spring from organized living beings, and from the life in them, and which enter, as it were, into the life of those in whom they reproduce themselves--such as small-pox and measles. these become so domesticated with the habit and system, that they are rarely received twice. . those which spring from dead organized, or unorganized matter, and which may be comprehended under the wide term _malaria_. you may have passed a stagnant pond a hundred times without injury: you happen to pass it again, in low spirits and chilled, precisely at the moment of the explosion of the gas: the malaria strikes on the cutaneous or veno-glandular system, and drives the blood from the surface; the shivering fit comes on, till the musculo-arterial irritability re-acts, and then the hot fit succeeds; and, unless bark or arsenic--particularly bark, because it is a bitter as well as a tonic--be applied to strengthen the veno- glandular, and to moderate the musculo-arterial, system, a man may have the ague for thirty years together. but if, instead of being exposed to the solitary malaria of a pond, a man, travelling through the pontine marshes, permits his animal energies to flag, and surrenders himself to the drowsiness which generally attacks him, then blast upon blast strikes upon the cutaneous system, and passes through it to the musculo-arterial, and so completely overpowers the latter that it cannot re-act, and the man dies at once, instead of only catching an ague. there are three factors of the operation of an epidemic or atmospheric disease. the first and principal one is the predisposed state of the body; secondly, the specific _virus_ in the atmosphere; and, thirdly, the accidental circumstances of weather, locality, food, occupation, &c. against the second of these we are powerless: its nature, causes, and sympathies are too subtle for our senses to find data to go upon. against the first, medicine may act profitably. against the third, a wise and sagacious medical police ought to be adopted; but, above all, let every man act like a christian, in all charity, and love, and brotherly kindness, and sincere reliance on god's merciful providence. quarantine cannot keep out an atmospheric disease; but it can, and does always, increase the predisposing causes of its reception. _april_ . . harmony. all harmony is founded on a relation to rest--on relative rest. take a metallic plate, and strew sand on it; sound an harmonic chord over the sand, and the grains will whirl about in circles, and other geometrical figures, all, as it were, depending on some point of sand relatively at rest. sound a discord, and every grain will whisk about without any order at all, in no figures, and with no points of rest. the clerisy of a nation, that is, its learned men, whether poets, or philosophers, or scholars, are these points of relative rest. there could be no order, no harmony of the whole, without them. april . . intellectual revolutions.--modern style. there have been three silent revolutions in england:--first, when the professions fell off from the church; secondly, when literature fell off from the professions; and, thirdly, when the press fell off from literature. * * * * * common phrases are, as it were, so stereotyped now by conventional use, that it is really much easier to write on the ordinary politics of the day in the common newspaper style, than it is to make a good pair of shoes. an apprentice has as much to learn now to be a shoemaker as ever he had; but an ignorant coxcomb, with a competent want of honesty, may very effectively wield a pen in a newspaper office, with infinitely less pains and preparation than were necessary formerly. _april_ . . genius of the spanish and italians.--vico.--spinosa. the genius of the spanish people is exquisitely subtle, without being at all acute; hence there is so much humour and so little wit in their literature. the genius of the italians, on the contrary, is acute, profound, and sensual, but not subtle; hence what they think to be humorous is merely witty. * * * * * to estimate a man like vico, or any great man who has made discoveries and committed errors, you ought to say to yourself--"he did so and so in the year , a papist, at naples. now, what would he not have done if he had lived now, and could have availed himself of all our vast acquisitions in physical science?" * * * * * after the _scienza nuova_[ ] read spinosa, _de monarchia ex rationis praescripto_[ ].they differed--vico in thinking that society tended to monarchy; spinosa in thinking it tended to democracy. now, spinosa's ideal democracy was realized by a contemporary--not in a nation, for that is impossible, but in a sect--i mean by george fox and his quakers.[ ] [footnote : see michelet's principes de la philosophie de l'histoire, &c. paris, . an admirable analysis of vico.--ed.] [footnote : tractatus politici, c. vi.] [footnote : spinosa died in ; fox in .--ed.] _april_ . . colours. colours may best be expressed by a heptad, the largest possible formula for things finite, as the pentad is the smallest possible form. indeed, the heptad of things finite is in all cases reducible to the pentad. the adorable tetractys, or tetrad, is the formula of god; which, again, is reducible into, and is, in reality, the same with, the trinity. take colours thus:-- prothesis, red, or colour [greek: kat exoch_en]. ^ / \ / \ mesothesis, or indifference of / \ red and yellow = orange. / \ indigo, violet = indifference /synthesis\ of red and blue. /-- \ thesis = yellow. blue = antithesis. \green indi-/ \componi- / \ble / \ / \ / to which you must add \ / which is spurious or artificial v synthesis of yellow and blue. green, decom- ponible _april_ . . destruction of jerusalem.--epic poem. the destruction of jerusalem is the only subject now remaining for an epic poem; a subject which, like milton's fall of man, should interest all christendom, as the homeric war of troy interested all greece. there would be difficulties, as there are in all subjects; and they must he mitigated and thrown into the shade, as milton has done with the numerous difficulties in the paradise lost. but there would be a greater assemblage of grandeur and splendour than can now be found in any other theme. as for the old mythology, _incredulus odi;_ and yet there must be a mythology, or a _quasi_-mythology, for an epic poem. here there would be the completion of the prophecies--the termination of the first revealed national religion under the violent assault of paganism, itself the immediate forerunner and condition of the spread of a revealed mundane religion; and then you would have the character of the roman and the jew, and the awfulness, the completeness, the justice. i schemed it at twenty-five; but, alas! _venturum expectat_. _april_ . . vox populi, vox dei.--black. i never said that the _vox populi_ was of course the _vox dei_. it may be; but it may be, and with equal probability, _a priori_, _vox diaboli_. that the voice of ten millions of men calling for the same thing is a spirit, i believe; but whether that be a spirit of heaven or hell, i can only know by trying the thing called for by the prescript of reason and god's will. * * * * * black is the negation of colour in its greatest energy. without lustre, it indicates or represents vacuity, as, for instance, in the dark mouth of a cavern; add lustre, and it will represent the highest degree of solidity, as in a polished ebony box. * * * * * in finite forms there is no real and absolute identity. god alone is identity. in the former, the prothesis is a bastard prothesis, a _quasi_ identity only. april . . asgill and defoe. i know no genuine saxon english superior to asgill's. i think his and defoe's irony often finer than swift's. may . . horne tooke.--fox and pitt horne tooke's advice to the friends of the people was profound:--"if you wish to be powerful, pretend to be powerful." * * * * * fox and pitt constantly played into each other's hands. mr. stuart, of the courier, who was very knowing in the politics of the day, soon found out the gross lies and impostures of that club as to its numbers, and told fox so. yet, instead of disclaiming them and exposing the pretence, as he ought to have done, fox absolutely exaggerated their numbers and sinister intentions; and pitt, who also knew the lie, took him at his word, and argued against him triumphantly on his own premisses. fox's gallicism, too, was a treasury of weapons to pitt. he could never conceive the french right without making the english wrong. ah! i remember-- --it vex'd my soul to see so grand a cause, so proud a realm with goose and goody at the helm; who long ago had fall'n asunder but for their rivals' baser blunder, the coward whine and frenchified slaver and slang of the other side! _may_ . . horner. i cannot say that i thought mr. horner a man of genius. he seemed to me to be one of those men who have not very extended minds, but who know what they know very well--shallow streams, and clear because they are shallow. there was great goodness about him. _may_ . . adiaphori.--citizens and christians. ------ is one of those men who go far to shake my faith in a future state of existence; i mean, on account of the difficulty of knowing where to place him. i could not bear to roast him; he is not so bad as all that comes to: but then, on the other hand, to have to sit down with such a fellow in the very lowest pothouse of heaven is utterly inconsistent with the belief of that place being a place of happiness for me. * * * * * in two points of view i reverence man; first, as a citizen, a part of, or in order to, a nation; and, secondly, as a christian. if men are neither the one nor the other, but a mere aggregation of individual bipeds, who acknowledge no national unity, nor believe with me in christ, i have no more personal sympathy with them than with the dust beneath my feet. may . . professor park.--english constitution--democracy.--milton and sidney. professor park talks[ ] about its being very _doubtful_ whether the constitution described by blackstone ever in fact existed. in the same manner, i suppose, it is doubtful whether the moon is made of green cheese, or whether the souls of welchmen do, in point of fact, go to heaven on the backs of mites. blackstone's was the age of shallow law. monarchy, aristocracy, and democracy, as _such_, exclude each the other: but if the elements are to interpenetrate, how absurd to call a lump of sugar hydrogen, oxygen, and carbon! nay, to take three lumps, and call the first hydrogen; the second, oxygen; and the third, carbon! don't you see that each is in all, and all in each? the democracy of england, before the reform bill, was, where it ought to be, in the corporations, the vestries, the joint-stock companies, &c. the power, in a democracy, is in focal points, without a centre; and in proportion as such democratical power is strong, the strength of the central government ought to be intense--otherwise the nation will fall to pieces. we have just now incalculably increased the democratical action of the people, and, at the same time, weakened the executive power of the government. [footnote : in his "dogmas of the constitution, four lectures on the theory and practice of the constitution, delivered at the king's college, london," . lecture i. there was a stiffness, and an occasional uncouthness in professor park's style; but his two works, the one just mentioned, and his "contre-projet to the humphreysian code," are full of original views and vigorous reasonings. to those who wished to see the profession of the law assume a more scientific character than for the most part it has hitherto done in england, the early death of john james park was a very great loss.--ed.] * * * * * it was the error of milton, sidney, and others of that age, to think it possible to construct a purely aristocratical government, defecated of all passion, and ignorance, and sordid motive. the truth is, such a government would be weak from its utter want of sympathy with the people to be governed by it. _may_ . . de vi minimorum.--hahnemann.--luther. mercury strongly illustrates the theory _de vi minimorum_. divide five grains into fifty doses, and they may poison you irretrievably. i don't believe in all that hahnemann says; but he is a fine fellow, and, like most germans, is not altogether wrong, and like them also, is never altogether right. * * * * * six volumes of translated selections from luther's works, two being from his letters, would be a delightful work. the translator should be a man deeply imbued with his bible, with the english writers from henry the seventh to edward the sixth, the scotch divines of the th century, and with the old racy german.[ ] hugo de saint victor, luther's favourite divine, was a wonderful man, who, in the th century, the jubilant age of papal dominion, nursed the lamp of platonic mysticism in the spirit of the most refined christianity.[ ] [footnote : mr. coleridge was fond of pressing this proposed publication:--"i can scarcely conceive," he says in the friend, "a more delightful volume than might be made from luther's letters, especially those that were written from the warteburg, if they were translated in the simple, sinewy, idiomatic, _hearty_ mother tongue of the original. a difficult task i admit, and scarcely possible for any man, however great his talents in other respects, whose favourite reading has not lain among the english writers from edward the sixth to charles the first." vol. i. p. . n.-- ed.] [footnote : this celebrated man was a fleming, and a member of the augustinian society of st. victor. he died at paris in , aged forty-four. his age considered, it is sufficient praise for him that protestants and romanists both claim him for their own on the subject of transubstantiation.--ed.] _june_ . . sympathy of old greek and latin with english.--roman mind.--war. if you take sophocles, catullus, lucretius, the better parts of cicero, and so on, you may, just with two or three exceptions arising out of the different idioms as to cases, translate page after page into good mother english, word by word, without altering the order; but you cannot do so with virgil or tibullus: if you attempt it, you will make nonsense. * * * * * there is a remarkable power of the picturesque in the fragments we have of ennius, actius, and other very old roman writers. this vivid manner was lost in the augustan age. * * * * * much as the romans owed to greece in the beginning, whilst their mind was, as it were, tuning itself to an after-effort of its own music, it suffered more in proportion by the influence of greek literature subsequently, when it was already mature and ought to have worked for itself. it then became a superfetation upon, and not an ingredient in, the national character. with the exception of the stern pragmatic historian and the moral satirist, it left nothing original to the latin muse.[ ] a nation, to be great, ought to be compressed in its increment by nations more civilized than itself--as greece by persia; and rome by etruria, the italian states, and carthage. i remember commodore decatur saying to me at malta, that he deplored the occupation of louisiana by the united states, and wished that province had been possessed by england. he thought that if the united states got hold of canada by conquest or cession, the last chance of his country becoming a great compact nation would be lost. [footnote : perhaps it left letter-writing also. even if the platonic epistles are taken as genuine, which mr. coleridge, to my surprise, was inclined to believe, they can hardly interfere, i think, with the uniqueness of the truly incomparable collections from the correspondence of cicero and pliny.--ed.] * * * * * war in republican rome was the offspring of its intense aristocracy of spirit, and stood to the state in lieu of trade. as long as there was any thing _ab extra_ to conquer, the state advanced: when nothing remained but what was roman, then, as a matter of course, civil war began. _june_ . . charm for cramp. when i was a little hoy at the blue-coat school, there was a charm for one's foot when asleep; and i believe it had been in the school since its foundation, in the time of edward the sixth. the march of intellect has probably now exploded it. it ran thus:-- foot! foot! foot! is fast asleep! thumb! thumb! thumb! in spittle we steep: crosses three we make to ease us, two for the thieves, and one for christ jesus! and the same charm served for a cramp in the leg, with the following substitution:-- the devil is tying a knot in my leg! mark, luke, and john, unloose it i beg!-- crosses three, &c. and really upon getting out of bed, where the cramp most frequently occurred, pressing the sole of the foot on the cold floor, and then repeating this charm with the acts configurative thereupon prescribed, i can safely affirm that i do not remember an instance in which the cramp did not go away in a few seconds. i should not wonder if it were equally good for a stitch in the side; but i cannot say i ever tried it for _that_. july . . greek.--dual, neuter plural, and verb singular.--theta. it is hardly possible to conceive a language more perfect than the greek. if you compare it with the modern european tongues, in the points of the position and relative bearing of the vowels and consonants on each other, and of the variety of terminations, it is incalculably before all in the former particulars, and only equalled in the last by german. but it is in variety of termination alone that the german surpasses the other modern languages as to sound; for, as to position, nature seems to have dropped an acid into the language, when a-forming, which curdled the vowels, and made all the consonants flow together. the spanish is excellent for variety of termination; the italian, in this particular, the most deficient. italian prose is excessively monotonous. * * * * * it is very natural to have a dual, duality being a conception quite distinct from plurality. most very primitive languages have a dual, as the greek, welch, and the native chilese, as you will see in the abbé raynal. the neuter plural governing, as they call it, a verb singular is one of the many instances in greek of the inward and metaphysic grammar resisting successfully the tyranny of formal grammar. in truth, there may be _multeity_ in things; but there can only be _plurality_ in persons. observe also that, in fact, a neuter noun in greek has no real nominative case, though it has a formal one, that is to say, the same word with the accusative. the reason is--a _thing_ has no subjectivity, or nominative case: it exists only as an object in the accusative or oblique case. it is extraordinary that the germans should not have retained or assumed the two beautifully discriminated sounds of the soft and hard _theta_; as in _thy thoughts_--_the thin ether that_, &c. how particularly fine the hard _theta_ is in an english termination, as in that grand word--death-- for which the germans gutturize a sound that puts you in mind of nothing but a loathsome toad. _july_ . . talented. i regret to see that vile and barbarous vocable _talented_, stealing out of the newspapers into the leading reviews and most respectable publications of the day. why not _shillinged, farthinged, tenpenced,_ &c.? the formation of a participle passive from a noun is a licence that nothing but a very peculiar felicity can excuse. if mere convenience is to justify such attempts upon the idiom, you cannot stop till the language becomes, in the proper sense of the word, corrupt. most of these pieces of slang come from america.[ ] [footnote : see "_eventuate_," in mr. washington irving's "tour on the prairies," _passim_.--ed.] * * * * * never take an iambus as a christian name. a trochee, or tribrach, will do very well. edith and rotha are my favourite names for women. _july_ . . homer.--valcknaer. i have the firmest conviction that _homer_ is a mere traditional synonyme with, or figure for, the iliad. you cannot conceivefor a moment any thing about the poet, as you call him, apart from that poem. difference in men there was in a degree, but not in kind; one man was, perhaps, a better poet than another; but he was a poet upon the same ground and with the same feelings as the rest. the want of adverbs in the iliad is very characteristic. with more adverbs there would have been some subjectivity, or subjectivity would have made them. the greeks were then just on the verge of the bursting forth of individuality. valckenaer's treatise[ ] on the interpolation of the classics by the later jews and early christians is well worth your perusal as a scholar and critic. [footnote : _diatribe de aristobulo judaeo_.--ed.] july . . principles and facts.--schmidt. i have read all the famous histories, and, i believe, some history of every country and nation that is, or ever existed; but i never did so for the story itself as a story. the only thing interesting to me was the principles to be evolved from, and illustrated by, the facts.[ ] after i had gotten my principles, i pretty generally left the facts to take care of themselves. i never could remember any passages in books, or the particulars of events, except in the gross. i can refer to them. to be sure, i must be a different sort of man from herder, who once was seriously annoyed with himself, because, in recounting the pedigree of some german royal or electoral family, he missed some one of those worthies and could not recall the name. [footnote : "the true origin of human events is so little susceptible of that kind of evidence which can _compel_ our belief; so many are the disturbing forces which, in every cycle or ellipse of changes, modify the motion given by the first projection; and every age has, or imagines it has, its own circumstances, which render past experience no longer applicable to the present case; that there will never be wanting answers, and explanations, and specious flatteries of hope, to persuade and perplex its government, that the history of the past is inapplicable to _their_ case. and no wonder, if we read history for the facts, instead of reading it for the sake of the general principles, which are to the facts as the root and sap of a tree to its leaves: and no wonder if history so read should find a dangerous rival in novels; nay, if the latter should be preferred to the former, on the score even of probability. i well remember that, when the examples of former jacobins, as julius caesar, cromwell, and the like, were adduced in france and england, at the commencement of the french consulate, it was ridiculed as pedantry and pedants' ignorance, to fear a repetition of usurpation and military despotism at the close of the _enlightened eighteenth century_! even so, in the very dawn of the late tempestuous day, when the revolutions of corcyra, the proscriptions of the reformers marius, cæsar, &c., and the direful effects of the levelling tenets in the peasants' war in germany (differenced from the tenets of the first french constitution only by the mode of wording them, the figures of speech being borrowed in the one instance from theology, and in the other from modern metaphysics), were urged on the convention and its vindicators; the magi of the day, the true citizens of the world, the _plusquam perfecti_ of patriotism, gave us set proofs that similar results were impossible, and that it was an insult to so philosophical an age, to so enlightened a nation, to dare direct the public eye towards them as to lights of warning."--_statesman's manual_, p. .] * * * * * schmidt[ ] was a romanist; but i have generally found him candid, as indeed almost all the austrians are. they are what is called _good catholics_; but, like our charles the second, they never let their religious bigotry interfere with their political well-doing. kaiser is a most pious son of the church, yet he always keeps his papa in good order. [footnote : michael ignatius schmidt, the author of the history of the germans. he died in the latter end of the last century.--ed.] _july_ . . puritans and jacobins. it was god's mercy to our age that our jacobins were infidels and a scandal to all sober christians. had they been like the old puritans, they would have trodden church and king to the dust--at least for a time. * * * * * for one mercy i owe thanks beyond all utterance,--that, with all my gastric and bowel distempers, my head hath ever been like the head of a mountain in blue air and sunshine. _july_ . . wordsworth. i have often wished that the first two books of the excursion had been published separately, under the name of "the deserted cottage." they would have formed, what indeed they are, one of the most beautiful poems in the language. * * * * * can dialogues in verse be defended? i cannot but think that a great philosophical poet ought always to teach the reader himself as from himself. a poem does not admit argumentation, though it does admit development of thought. in prose there may be a difference; though i must confess that, even in plato and cicero, i am always vexed that the authors do not say what they have to say at once in their own persons. the introductions and little urbanities are, to be sure, very delightful in their way; i would not lose them; but i have no admiration for the practice of ventriloquizing through another man's mouth. * * * * * i cannot help regretting that wordsworth did not first publish his thirteen books on the growth of an individual mind--superior, as i used to think, upon the whole, to the excursion. you may judge how i felt about them by my own poem upon the occasion.[ ] then the plan laid out, and, i believe, partly suggested by me, was, that wordsworth should assume the station of a man in mental repose, one whose principles were made up, and so prepared to deliver upon authority a system of philosophy. he was to treat man as man, --a subject of eye, ear, touch, and taste, in contact with external nature, and informing the senses from the mind, and not compounding a mind out of the senses; then he was to describe the pastoral and other states of society, assuming something of the juvenalian spirit as he approached the high civilization of cities and towns, and opening a melancholy picture of the present state of degeneracy and vice; thence he was to infer and reveal the proof of, and necessity for, the whole state of man and society being subject to, and illustrative of, a redemptive process in operation, showing how this idea reconciled all the anomalies, and promised future glory and restoration. something of this sort was, i think, agreed on. it is, in substance, what i have been all my life doing in my system of philosophy. [footnote : poetical works, vol. i. p. . it is not too much to say of this beautiful poem, and yet it is difficult to say more, that it is at once worthy of the poet, his subject, and his object:-- "an orphic song indeed, a song divine of high and passionate thoughts, to their own music chanted."--ed.] * * * * * i think wordsworth possessed more of the genius of a great philosophic poet than any man i ever knew, or, as i believe, has existed in england since milton; but it seems to me that he ought never to have abandoned the contemplative position, which is peculiarly--perhaps i might say exclusively--fitted for him. his proper title is _spectator ab extra_. * * * * * _july_ . . french revolution. no man was more enthusiastic than i was for france and the revolution: it had all my wishes, none of my expectations. before , i clearly saw and often enough stated in public, the horrid delusion, the vile mockery, of the whole affair.[ ] when some one said in my brother james's presence[ ] that i was a jacobin, he very well observed,--"no! samuel is no jacobin; he is a hot-headed moravian!" indeed, i was in the extreme opposite pole. [footnote : "forgive me, freedom! o forgive those dreams! i hear thy voice, i hear thy loud lament, from bleak helvetia's icy cavern sent-- i hear thy groans upon her blood-stain'd streams! heroes, that for your peaceful country perish'd, and ye that, fleeing, spot your mountain snows with bleeding wounds; forgive me, that i cherish'd one thought that ever blest your cruel foes! to scatter rage and traitorous guilt, where peace her jealous home had built; a patriot race to disinherit of all that made her stormy wilds so dear: and with inexpiable spirit to taint the bloodless freedom of the mountaineer-- o france, that mockest heaven, adult'rous, blind, and patriot only in pernicious toils, are these thy boasts, champion of human-kind? to mix with kings in the low lust of sway, yell in the hunt and share the murderous prey-- to insult the shrine of liberty with spoils from freemen torn--to tempt and to betray?-- the sensual and the dark rebel in vain, slaves by their own compulsion! in mad game they burst their manacles, and wear the name of freedom, graven on a heavier chain! o liberty! with profitless endeavour have i pursued thee many a weary hour; but thou nor swell'st the victor's train, nor ever didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power. alike from all, howe'er they praise thee, (nor prayer, nor boastful name delays thee,) alike from priestcraft's harpy minions, and factious blasphemy's obscener slaves, _thou speedest on thy subtle pinions, the guide of homeless winds, and playmate of the waves!_" france, an ode. poetical works, vol. i. p. .] [footnote : a soldier of the old cavalier stamp, to whom the king was the symbol of the majesty, as the church was of the life, of the nation, and who would most assuredly have taken arms for one or the other against all the houses of commons or committees of public safety in the world.--ed.] _july_ . . infant schools. i have no faith in act of parliament reform. all the great--the permanently great--things that have been achieved in the world have been so achieved by individuals, working from the instinct of genius or of goodness. the rage now-a-days is all the other way: the individual is supposed capable of nothing; there must be organization, classification, machinery, &c., as if the capital of national morality could be increased by making a joint stock of it. hence you see these infant schools so patronized by the bishops and others, who think them a grand invention. is it found that an infant-school child, who has been bawling all day a column of the multiplication-table, or a verse from the bible, grows up a more dutiful son or daughter to its parents? are domestic charities on the increase amongst families under this system? in a great town, in our present state of society, perhaps such schools may be a justifiable expedient--a choice of the lesser evil; but as for driving these establishments into the country villages, and breaking up the cottage home education, i think it one of the most miserable mistakes which the well-intentioned people of the day have yet made; and they have made, and are making, a good many, god knows. _july_ . . mr. coleridge's philosophy.--sublimity.--solomon.--madness.--c. lamb-- sforza's decision. the pith of my system is to make the senses out of the mind--not the mind out of the senses, as locke did. * * * * * could you ever discover any thing sublime, in our sense of the term, in the classic greek literature? never could. sublimity is hebrew by birth. * * * * * i should conjecture that the proverbs and ecclesiastes were written, or, perhaps, rather collected, about the time of nehemiah. the language is hebrew with chaldaic endings. it is totally unlike the language of moses on the one hand, and of isaiah on the other. * * * * * solomon introduced the commercial spirit into his kingdom. i cannot think his idolatry could have been much more, in regard to himself, than a state protection or toleration of the foreign worship. * * * * * when a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, he is mad. a madman is properly so defined. * * * * * charles lamb translated my motto _sermoni propriora_ by--_properer for a sermon_! * * * * * i was much amused some time ago by reading the pithy decision of one of the sforzas of milan, upon occasion of a dispute for precedence between the lawyers and physicians of his capital;--_paecedant fures--sequantur carnifices_. i hardly remember a neater thing. _july_ . . faith and belief. the sublime and abstruse doctrines of christian belief belong to the church; but the faith of the individual, centered in his heart, is or may be collateral to them.[ ] faith is subjective. i throw myself in adoration before god; acknowledge myself his creature,--simple, weak, lost; and pray for help and pardon through jesus christ: but when i rise from my knees, i discuss the doctrine of the trinity as i would a problem in geometry; in the same temper of mind, i mean, not by the same process of reasoning, of course. [footnote : mr. coleridge used very frequently to insist upon the distinction between belief and faith. he once told me, with very great earnestness, that if he were that moment convinced--a conviction, the possibility of which, indeed, he could not realize to himself--that the new testament was a forgery from beginning to end--wide as the desolation in his moral feelings would be, he should not abate one jot of his faith in god's power and mercy through some manifestation of his being towards man, either in time past or future, or in the hidden depths where time and space are not. this was, i believe, no more than a vivid expression of what he always maintained, that no man had attained to a full faith who did not _recognize_ in the scriptures a correspondency to his own nature, or see that his own powers of reason, will, and understanding were preconfigured to the reception of the christian doctrines and promises.--ed.] _august_ . . dobrizhoffer.[ ] i hardly know any thing more amusing than the honest german jesuitry of dobrizhoffer. his chapter on the dialects is most valuable. he is surprised that there is no form for the infinitive, but that they say,--i wish, (go, or eat, or drink, &c.) interposing a letter by way of copula,--forgetting his own german and the english, which are, in truth, the same. the confident belief entertained by the abipones of immortality, in connection with the utter absence in their minds of the idea of a god, is very remarkable. if warburton were right, which he is not, the mosaic scheme would be the exact converse. my dear daughter's translation of this book[ ] is, in my judgment, unsurpassed for pure mother english by any thing i have read for a long time. [footnote : "he was a man of rarest qualities, who to this barbarous region had confined a spirit with the learned and the wise worthy to take its place, and from mankind receive their homage, to the immortal mind paid in its just inheritance of fame. but he to humbler thoughts his heart inclined: from gratz amid the styrian hills he came, and dobrizhofter was the good man's honour'd name. "it was his evil fortune to behold the labours of his painful life destroyed; his flock which he had brought within the fold dispers'd; the work of ages render'd void, and all of good that paraguay enjoy'd by blind and suicidal power o'erthrown. so he the years of his old age employ'd, a faithful chronicler, in handing down names which he lov'd, and things well worthy to be known. "and thus when exiled from the dear-loved scene, in proud vienna he beguiled the pain of sad remembrance: and the empress-queen, that great teresa, she did not disdain in gracious mood sometimes to entertain discourse with him both pleasurable and sage; and sure a willing ear she well might deign to one whose tales may equally engage the wondering mind of youth, the thoughtful heart of age. "but of his native speech, because well-nigh disuse in him forgetfulness had wrought, in latin he composed his history; a garrulous, but a lively tale, and fraught with matter of delight, and food for thought. and if he could in merlin's glass have seen by whom his tomes to speak our tongue were taught, the old man would have felt as pleased, i ween, as when he won the ear of that great empress-queen. "little he deem'd, when with his indian band he through the wilds set forth upon his way, a poet then unborn, and in a land which had proscribed his order, should one day take up from thence his moralizing lay, and, shape a song that, with no fiction drest, should to his worth its grateful tribute pay, and sinking deep in many an english breast, foster that faith divine that keeps the heart at rest." _southey's tale of paraguay_, canto iii. st. .] [footnote : "an account of the abipones, an equestrian people of paraguay, from the latin of martin dobrizhoffer, eighteen years a missionary in that country."--vol. ii. p. .] _august_ . . scotch and english.--criterion of genius.--dryden and pope. i have generally found a scotchman with a little literature very disagreeable. he is a superficial german or a dull frenchman. the scotch will attribute merit to people of any nation rather than the english; the english have a morbid habit of petting and praising foreigners of any sort, to the unjust disparagement of their own worthies. * * * * * you will find this a good gage or criterion of genius,--whether it progresses and evolves, or only spins upon itself. take dryden's achitophel and zimri,--shaftesbury and buckingham; every line adds to or modifies the character, which is, as it were, a-building up to the very last verse; whereas, in pope's timon, &c. the first two or three couplets contain all the pith of the character, and the twenty or thirty lines that follow are so much evidence or proof of overt acts of jealousy, or pride, or whatever it may be that is satirized. in like manner compare charles lamb's exquisite criticisms on shakspeare with hazlitt's round and round imitations of them. _august_ . . milton's disregard of painting. it is very remarkable that in no part of his writings does milton take any notice of the great painters of italy, nor, indeed, of painting as an art; whilst every other page breathes his love and taste for music. yet it is curious that, in one passage in the paradise lost, milton has certainly copied the _fresco_ of the creation in the sistine chapel at rome. i mean those lines,-- ----"now half appear'd the tawny lion, pawing to get free his hinder parts, then springs as broke from bonds, and rampant shakes his brinded mane;--"&c.[ ] an image which the necessities of the painter justified, but which was wholly unworthy, in my judgment, of the enlarged powers of the poet. adam bending over the sleeping eve in the paradise lost[ ] and dalilah approaching samson, in the agonistes[ ] are the only two proper pictures i remember in milton. [footnote : par. lost, book vii. ver. .] [footnote : ----"so much the more his wonder was to find unwaken'd eve with tresses discomposed, and glowing cheek, as through unquiet rest: he on his side leaning, half raised, with looks of cordial love hung over her enamour'd, and beheld beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, shot forth peculiar graces; then, with voice mild, as when zephyrus on flora breathes, her hand soft touching, whisper'd thus: awake, my fairest," &c. book v. ver. .] [footnote : "but who is this, what thing of sea or land? female of sex it seems, that so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, comes this way sailing like a stately ship of tarsus, bound for the isles of javan or gadire, with all her bravery on, and tackle trim, sails fill'd, and streamers waving, courted by all the winds that hold them play; an amber-scent of odorous perfume her harbinger, a damsel train behind!"] august . . baptismal service.--jews' division of the scripture.--sanskrit. i think the baptismal service almost perfect. what seems erroneous assumption in it to me, is harmless. none of the services of the church affect me so much as this. i never could attend a christening without tears bursting forth at the sight of the helpless innocent in a pious clergyman's arms. * * * * * the jews recognized three degrees of sanctity in their scriptures:--first, the writings of moses, who had the [greek: autopsia]; secondly, the prophets; and, thirdly, the good books. philo, amusingly enough, places his works somewhere between the second and third degrees. * * * * * the claims of the sanskrit for priority to the hebrew as a language are ridiculous. august . . hesiod.--virgil.--genius metaphysical.--don quixote. i like reading hesiod, meaning the works and days. if every verse is not poetry, it is, at least, good sense, which is a great deal to say. * * * * * there is nothing real in the georgies, except, to be sure, the verse.[ ] mere didactics of practice, unless seasoned with the personal interests of the time or author, are inexpressibly dull to me. such didactic poetry as that of the works and days followed naturally upon legislation and the first ordering of municipalities. [footnote : i used to fancy mr. coleridge _paulo iniquior virgilio_, and told him so; to which he replied, that, like all eton men, i swore _per maronem_. this was far enough from being the case; but i acknowledge that mr. c.'s apparent indifference to the tenderness and dignity of virgil excited my surprise.--ed.] * * * * * all genius is metaphysical; because the ultimate end of genius is ideal, however it may be actualized by incidental and accidental circumstances. * * * * * don quixote is not a man out of his senses, but a man in whom the imagination and the pure reason are so powerful as to make him disregard the evidence of sense when it opposed their conclusions. sancho is the common sense of the social man-animal, unenlightened and unsanctified by the reason. you see how he reverences his master at the very time he is cheating him. _august_ . . steinmetz.--keats. poor dear steinmetz is gone,--his state of sure blessedness accelerated; or, it may be, he is buried in christ, and there in that mysterious depth grows on to the spirit of a just man made perfect! could i for a moment doubt this, the grass would become black beneath my feet, and this earthly frame a charnel-house. i never knew any man so illustrate the difference between the feminine and the effeminate. * * * * * a loose, slack, not well-dressed youth met mr. ---- and myself in a lane near highgate.---- knew him, and spoke. it was keats. he was introduced to me, and staid a minute or so. after he had left us a little way, he came back and said: "let me carry away the memory, coleridge, of having pressed your hand!"--"there is death in that hand," i said to ----, when keats was gone; yet this was, i believe, before the consumption showed itself distinctly. _august_ . . christ's hospital.--bowyer. the discipline at christ's hospital in my time was ultra-spartan;--all domestic ties were to be put aside. "boy!" i remember bowyer saying to me once when i was crying the first day of my return after the holidays, "boy! the school is your father! boy! the school is your mother! boy! the school is your brother! the school is your sister! the school is your first cousin, and your second cousin, and all the rest of your relations! let's have no more crying!" * * * * * no tongue can express good mrs. bowyer. val. le grice and i were once going to be flogged for some domestic misdeed, and bowyer was thundering away at us by way of prologue, when mrs. b. looked in, and said, "flog them soundly, sir, i beg!" this saved us. bowyer was so nettled at the interruption that he growled out, "away, woman! away!" and we were let off. _august_ . . st. paul's melita. the belief that malta is the island on which st. paul was wrecked is so rooted in the common maltese, and is cherished with such a superstitious nationality, that the government would run the chance of exciting a tumult, if it, or its representatives, unwarily ridiculed it. the supposition itself is quite absurd. not to argue the matter at length, consider these few conclusive facts:--the narrative speaks of the "barbarous people," and "barbarians,"[ ] of the island. now, our malta was at that time fully peopled and highly civilized, as we may surely infer from cicero and other writers.[ ] a viper comes out from the sticks upon the fire being lighted: the men are not surprised at the appearance of the snake, but imagine first a murderer, and then a god from the harmless attack. now in our malta there are, i may say, no snakes at all; which, to be sure, the maltese attribute to st. paul's having cursed them away. melita in the adriatic was a perfectly barbarous island as to its native population, and was, and is now, infested with serpents. besides the context shows that the scene is in the adriatic. [footnote : acts xxviii. . and . mr. c. seemed to think that the greek words had reference to something more than the fact of the islanders not speaking latin or greek; the classical meaning of [greek: barbaroi].-ed.] [footnote : upwards of a century before the reign of nero, cicero speaks at considerable length of our malta in one of the verrine orations. see act. ii. lib. iv. c. . "insula est melita, judices," &c. there was a town, and verres had established in it a manufactory of the fine cloth or cotton stuffs, the _melitensis vestis_, for which the island is uniformly celebrated:-- "fertilis est melite sterili vicina cocyrae insula, quam libyci verberat unda freti." ovid. fast. iii. . and silius italicus has-- ----"telaque _superba_ _lanigera_ melite." punic. xiv. . yet it may have been cotton after all--the present product of malta. cicero describes an _ancient_ temple of juno situated on a promontory near the town, so famous and revered, that, even in the time of masinissa, at least years b.c., that prince had religiously restored some relics which his admiral had taken from it. the plunder of this very temple is an article of accusation against verres; and a deputation of maltese (_legati melitenses_) came to rome to establish the charge. these are all the facts, i think, which can be gathered from cicero; because i consider his expression of _nudatae urbes_, in the working up of this article, a piece of rhetoric. strabo merely marks the position of melita, and says that the lap-dogs called [greek: kunidia melitaia] were sent from this island, though some writers attribute them to the other melite in the adriatic, (lib. vi.) diodorus, however, a sicilian himself by birth, gives the following remarkable testimony as to the state of the island in his time, which, it will be remembered, was considerably before the date of st. paul's shipwreck. "there are three islands to the south of sicily, each of which has a city or town ([greek: polin]), and harbours fitted for the safe reception of ships. the first of these is melite, distant about stadia from syracuse, and possessing several harbours of surpassing excellence. its inhabitants are rich and luxurious ([greek: tous katoikountas tais ousiais eudaimonas]). there are artizans of every kind ([greek: pantodapous tais exgasias]); the best are those who weave cloth of a singular fineness and softness. the houses are worthy of admiration for their superb adornment with eaves and brilliant white-washing ([greek: oikias axiologous kai kateskeuasmenas philotimos geissois kai koniamasi pezittotezon])."-- lib. v. c. . mela (ii. c. .) and pliny (iii. .) simply mark the position.--ed.] * * * * * the maltese seem to have preserved a fondness and taste for architecture from the time of the knights--naturally enough occasioned by the incomparable materials at hand.[ ] [footnote : the passage which i have cited from diodorus shows that the origin was much earlier.--ed.] _august_ . . english and german.--best state of society. it may be doubted whether a composite language like the english is not a happier instrument of expression than a homogeneous one like the german. we possess a wonderful richness and variety of modified meanings in our saxon and latin quasi-synonymes, which the germans have not. for "the pomp and _prodigality_ of heaven," the germans must have said "_the spendthriftness_."[ ] shakspeare is particularly happy in his use of the latin synonymes, and in distinguishing between them and the saxon. [footnote : _verschwendung_, i suppose.--ed.] * * * * * that is the most excellent state of society in which the patriotism of the citizen ennobles, but does not merge, the individual energy of the man. september . . great minds androgynous.--philosopher's ordinary language. in chemistry and nosology, by extending the degree to a certain point, the constituent proportion may be destroyed, and a new kind produced. * * * * * i have known _strong_ minds with imposing, undoubting, cobbett-like manners, but i have never met a _great_ mind of this sort. and of the former, they are at least as often wrong as right. the truth is, a great mind must be androgynous. great minds--swedenborg's for instance--are never wrong but in consequence of being in the right, but imperfectly. * * * * * a philosopher's ordinary language and admissions, in general conversation or writings _ad populum_, are as his watch compared with his astronomical timepiece. he sets the former by the town-clock, not because he believes it right, but because his neighbours and his cook go by it. _january_ . . juries.--barristers' and physicians' fees.--quacks.--caesarean operation.-- inherited disease. i certainly think that juries would be more conscientious, if they were allowed a larger discretion. but, after all, juries cannot be better than the mass out of which they are taken. and if juries are not honest and single-minded, they are the worst, because the least responsible, instruments of judicial or popular tyranny. i should he sorry to see the honorary character of the fees of barristers and physicians done away with. though it seems a shadowy distinction, i believe it to be beneficial in effect. it contributes to preserve the idea of a profession, of a class which belongs to the public,--in the employment and remuneration of which no law interferes, but the citizen acts as he likes _in foro conscientiae_. * * * * * there undoubtedly ought to be a declaratory act withdrawing expressly from the st. john longs and other quacks the protection which the law is inclined to throw around the mistakes or miscarriages of the regularly educated practitioner. * * * * * i think there are only two things wanting to justify a surgeon in performing the caesarean operation: first, that he should possess infallible knowledge of his art: and, secondly, that he should be infallibly certain that he is infallible. * * * * * can any thing he more dreadful than the thought that an innocent child has inherited from you a disease or a weakness, the penalty in yourself of sin or want of caution? * * * * * in the treatment of nervous cases, he is the best physician, who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope. _january_ . . mason's poetry. i cannot bring myself to think much of mason's poetry. i may be wrong; but all those passages in the caractacus, which we learn to admire at school, now seem to me one continued _falsetto_. _january_ . . northern and southern states of the american union.--all and the whole. naturally one would have thought that there would have been greater sympathy between the northern and north-western states of the american union and england, than between england and the southern states. there is ten times as much english blood and spirit in new england as in virginia, the carolinas, &c. nevertheless, such has been the force of the interests of commerce, that now, and for some years past, the people of the north hate england with increasing bitterness, whilst, amongst those of the south, who are jacobins, the british connection has become popular. can there ever be any thorough national fusion of the northern and southern states? i think not. in fact, the union will be shaken almost to dislocation whenever a very serious question between the states arises. the american union has no _centre_, and it is impossible now to make one. the more they extend their borders into the indians' land, the weaker will the national cohesion be. but i look upon the states as splendid masses to be used, by and by, in the composition of two or three great governments. * * * * * there is a great and important difference, both in politics and metaphysics, between _all_ and _the whole_. the first can never be ascertained as a standing quantity; the second, if comprehended by insight into its parts, remains for ever known. mr. huskisson, i thought, satisfactorily refuted the ship owners; and yet the shipping interest, who must know where the shoe pinches, complain to this day. _january_ , . ninth article.--sin and sins.--old divines.--preaching extempore. "very far gone," is _quam longissime_ in the latin of the ninth article,-- as far gone as possible, that is, as was possible for _man_ to go; as far as was compatible with his having any redeemable qualities left in him. to talk of man's being _utterly_ lost to good, is absurd; for then he would be a devil at once. * * * * * one mistake perpetually made by one of our unhappy parties in religion,-- and with a pernicious tendency to antinomianism,--is to confound _sin_ with _sins_. to tell a modest girl, the watchful nurse of an aged parent, that she is full of _sins_ against god, is monstrous, and as shocking to reason as it is unwarrantable by scripture. but to tell her that she, and all men and women, are of a sinful nature, and that, without christ's redeeming love and god's grace, she cannot be emancipated from its dominion, is true and proper.[ ] [footnote : in a marginal scrap mr. c. wrote:--"what are the essential doctrines of our religion, if not sin and original sin, as the necessitating occasion, and the redemption of sinners by the incarnate word as the substance of the christian dispensation? and can these be intelligently believed without knowledge and steadfast meditation. by the unlearned, they may be worthily received, but not by the unthinking and self-ignorant, christian."--ed.] * * * * * no article of faith can be truly and duly preached without necessarily and simultaneously infusing a deep sense of the indispensableness of a holy life. * * * * * how pregnant with instruction, and with knowledge of all sorts, are the sermons of our old divines! in this respect, as in so many others, how different from the major part of modern discourses! * * * * * every attempt, in a sermon, to cause emotion, except as the consequence of an impression made on the reason, or the understanding, or the will, i hold to be fanatical and sectarian. * * * * * no doubt preaching, in the proper sense of the word, is more effective than reading; and, therefore, i would not prohibit it, but leave a liberty to the clergyman who feels himself able to accomplish it. but, as things now are, i am quite sure i prefer going to church to a pastor who reads his discourse: for i never yet heard more than one preacher without book, who did not forget his argument in three minutes' time; and fall into vague and unprofitable declamation, and, generally, very coarse declamation too. these preachers never progress; they eddy round and round. sterility of mind follows their ministry. _january_ . . church of england. when the church at the reformation ceased to be extra-national, it unhappily became royal instead; its proper bearing is intermediate between the crown and the people, with an inclination to the latter. * * * * * the present prospects of the church weigh heavily on my soul. oh! that the words of a statesman-like philosophy could win their way through the ignorant zealotry and sordid vulgarity of the leaders of the day! _february_ . . union with ireland. if any modification of the union takes place, i trust it will be a total divorce _a vinculo matrimonii_. i am sure we have lived a cat and dog life of it. let us have no silly saving of one crown and two legislatures; that would be preserving all the mischiefs without any of the goods, if there are any, of the union. i am deliberately of opinion, that england, in all its institutions, has received injury from its union with ireland. my only difficulty is as to the protestants, to whom we owe protection. but i cannot forget that the protestants themselves have greatly aided in accelerating the present horrible state of things, by using that as a remedy and a reward which should have been to them an opportunity.[ ] if the protestant church in ireland is removed, of course the romish church must be established in its place. there can be no resisting it in common reason. how miserably imbecile and objectless has the english government of ireland been for forty years past! oh! for a great man--but one really great man,-- who could feel the weight and the power of a principle, and unflinchingly put it into act! but truly there is no vision in the land, and the people accordingly perisheth. see how triumphant in debate and in action o'connell is! why? because he asserts a broad principle, and acts up to it, rests all his body on it, and has faith in it. our ministers--true whigs in that-- have faith in nothing but expedients _de die in diem_. indeed, what principles of government can _they_ have, who in the space of a month recanted a life of political opinions, and now dare to threaten this and that innovation at the huzza of a mob, or in pique at a parliamentary defeat? [footnote : "whatever may be thought of the settlement that followed the battle of the boyne and the extinction of the war in ireland, yet when this had been made and submitted to, it would have been the far wiser policy, i doubt not, to have provided for the safety of the constitution by improving the quality of the elective franchise, leaving the eligibility open, or like the former, limited only by considerations of property. still, however, the scheme of exclusion and disqualification had its plausible side. the ink was scarcely dry on the parchment-rolls and proscription-lists of the popish parliament. the crimes of the man were generalized into attributes of his faith; and the irish catholics collectively were held accomplices in the perfidy and baseness of the king. alas! his immediate adherents had afforded too great colour to the charge. the irish massacre was in the mouth of every protestant, not as an event to be remembered, but as a thing of recent expectation, fear still blending with the sense of deliverance. at no time, therefore, could the disqualifying system have been enforced with so little reclamation of the conquered party, or with so little outrage on the general feeling of the country. there was no time, when it was so capable of being indirectly useful as a _sedative_ in order to the application of the remedies directly indicated, or as a counter-power reducing to inactivity whatever disturbing forces might have interfered with their operation. and had this use been made of these exclusive laws, and had they been enforced as the precursors and negative conditions,--but, above all, as _bonâ fide_ accompaniments, of a process of _emancipation_, properly and worthily so named, the code would at this day have been remembered in ireland only as when, recalling a dangerous fever of our boyhood, we think of the nauseous drugs and drenching-horn, and congratulate ourselves that our doctors now-a-days know how to manage these things less coarsely. but this angry code was neglected as an opportunity, and mistaken for a _substitute_: _et hinc illae* lacrymae!_"--church and state, p. .] * * * * * i sometimes think it just possible that the dissenters may once more be animated by a wiser and nobler spirit, and see their dearest interest in the church of england as the bulwark and glory of protestantism, as they did at the revolution. but i doubt their being able to resist the low factious malignity to the church which has characterized them as a body for so many years. _february_ . . faust.----michael scott, goethe, schiller, and wordsworth. before i had ever seen any part of goethe's faust[ ], though, of course, when i was familiar enough with marlowe's, i conceived and drew up the plan of a work, a drama, which was to be, to my mind, what the faust was to goethe's. my faust was old michael scott; a much better and more likely original than faust. he appeared in the midst of his college of devoted disciples, enthusiastic, ebullient, shedding around him bright surmises of discoveries fully perfected in after-times, and inculcating the study of nature and its secrets as the pathway to the acquisition of power. he did not love knowledge for itself--for its own exceeding great reward--but in order to be powerful. this poison-speck infected his mind from the beginning. the priests suspect him, circumvent him, accuse him; he is condemned, and thrown into solitary confinement: this constituted the _prologus_ of the drama. a pause of four or five years takes place, at the end of which michael escapes from prison, a soured, gloomy, miserable man. he will not, cannot study; of what avail had all his study been to him? his knowledge, great as it was, had failed to preserve him from the cruel fangs of the persecutors; he could not command the lightning or the storm to wreak their furies upon the heads of those whom he hated and contemned, and yet feared. away with learning! away with study! to the winds with all pretences to knowledge! we _know_ nothing; we are fools, wretches, mere beasts. anon i began to tempt him. i made him dream, gave him wine, and passed the most exquisite of women before him, but out of his reach. is there, then, no knowledge by which these pleasures can be commanded? _that way_ lay witchcraft, and accordingly to witchcraft michael turns with all his soul. he has many failures and some successes; he learns the chemistry of exciting drugs and exploding powders, and some of the properties of transmitted and reflected light: his appetites and his curiosity are both stimulated, and his old craving for power and mental domination over others revives. at last michael tries to raise the devil, and the devil comes at his call. my devil was to be, like goethe's, the universal humorist, who should make all things vain and nothing worth, by a perpetual collation of the great with the little in the presence of the infinite. i had many a trick for him to play, some better, i think, than any in the faust. in the mean time, michael is miserable; he has power, but no peace, and he every day more keenly feels the tyranny of hell surrounding him. in vain he seems to himself to assert the most absolute empire over the devil, by imposing the most extravagant tasks; one thing is as easy as another to the devil. "what next, michael?" is repeated every day with more imperious servility. michael groans in spirit; his power is a curse: he commands women and wine! but the women seem fictitious and devilish, and the wine does not make him drunk. he now begins to hate the devil, and tries to cheat him. he studies again, and explores the darkest depths of sorcery for a receipt to cozen hell; but all in vain. sometimes the devil's finger turns over the page for him, and points out an experiment, and michael hears a whisper--"try _that_, michael!" the horror increases; and michael feels that he is a slave and a condemned criminal. lost to hope, he throws himself into every sensual excess,--in the mid-career of which he sees agatha, my margaret, and immediately endeavours to seduce her. agatha loves him; and the devil facilitates their meetings; but she resists michael's attempts to ruin her, and implores him not to act so as to forfeit her esteem. long struggles of passion ensue, in the result of which his affections are called forth against his appetites, and, love-born, the idea of a redemption of the lost will dawns upon his mind. this is instantaneously perceived by the devil; and for the first time the humorist becomes severe and menacing. a fearful succession of conflicts between michael and the devil takes place, in which agatha helps and suffers. in the end, after subjecting him to every imaginable horror and agony, i made him triumphant, and poured peace into his soul in the conviction of a salvation for sinners through god's grace. the intended theme of the faust is the consequences of a misology, or hatred and depreciation of knowledge caused by an originally intense thirst for knowledge baffled. but a love of knowledge for itself, and for pure ends, would never produce such a misology, but only a love of it for base and unworthy purposes. there is neither causation nor progression in the faust; he is a ready-made conjuror from the very beginning; the _incredulus odi_ is felt from the first line. the sensuality and the thirst after knowledge are unconnected with each other. mephistopheles and margaret are excellent; but faust himself is dull and meaningless. the scene in auerbach's cellars is one of the best, perhaps the very best; that on the brocken is also fine; and all the songs are beautiful. but there is no whole in the poem; the scenes are mere magic-lantern pictures, and a large part of the work is to me very flat. the german is very pure and fine. the young men in germany and england who admire lord byron, prefer goethe to schiller; but you may depend upon it, goethe does not, nor ever will, command the common mind of the people of germany as schiller does. schiller had two legitimate phases in his intellectual character:--the first as author of the robbers--a piece which must not be considered with reference to shakspeare, but as a work of the mere material sublime, and in that line it is undoubtedly very powerful indeed. it is quite genuine, and deeply imbued with schiller's own soul. after this he outgrew the composition of such plays as the robbers, and at once took his true and only rightful stand in the grand historical drama--the wallenstein;--not the intense drama of passion,--he was not master of that--but the diffused drama of history, in which alone he had ample scope for his varied powers. the wallenstein is the greatest of his works; it is not unlike shakspeare's historical plays--a species by itself. you may take up any scene, and it will please you by itself; just as you may in don quixote, which you read _through_ once or twice only, but which you read _in_ repeatedly. after this point it was, that goethe and other writers injured by their theories the steadiness and originality of schiller's mind; and in every one of his works after the wallenstein you may perceive the fluctuations of his taste and principles of composition. he got a notion of re-introducing the characterlessness of the greek tragedy with a chorus, as in the bride of messina, and he was for infusing more lyric verse into it. schiller sometimes affected to despise the robbers and the other works of his first youth; whereas he ought to have spoken of them as of works not in a right line, but full of excellence in their way. in his ballads and lighter lyrics goethe is most excellent. it is impossible to praise him too highly in this respect. i like the wilhelm meister the best of his prose works. but neither schiller's nor goethe's prose style approaches to lessing's, whose writings, for _manner_, are absolutely perfect. although wordsworth and goethe are not much alike, to be sure, upon the whole; yet they both have this peculiarity of utter non-sympathy with the subjects of their poetry. they are always, both of them, spectators _ab extra_,--feeling _for_, but never _with_, their characters. schiller is a thousand times more _hearty_ than goethe. i was once pressed--many years ago--to translate the faust; and i so far entertained the proposal as to read the work through with great attention, and to revive in my mind my own former plan of michael scott. but then i considered with myself whether the time taken up in executing the translation might not more worthily be devoted to the composition of a work which, even if parallel in some points to the faust, should be truly original in motive and execution, and therefore more interesting and valuable than any version which i could make; and, secondly, i debated with myself whether it became my moral character to render into english--and so far, certainly, lend my countenance to language--much of which i thought vulgar, licentious, and blasphemous. i need not tell you that i never put pen to paper as a translator of faust. i have read a good deal of mr. hayward's version, and i think it done in a very manly style; but i do not admit the argument for prose translations. i would in general rather see verse attempted in so capable a language as ours. the french cannot help themselves, of course, with such a language as theirs. [footnote : "the poem was first published in , and forms the commencement of the seventh volume of _goethe's schriften, wien und leipzig, bey j. stahel and g. j. goschen_, . this edition is now before me. the poem entitled, _faust, ein fragment_ (not _doktor faust, ein trauerspiel_, as döring says), and contains no prologue or dedication of any sort. it commences with the scene in faust's study, _antè_, p. ., and is continued, as now, down to the passage ending, _antè_, p. . line . in the original, the line-- "und froh ist, wenn er regenwürmer findet," ends the scene. the next scene is one between faust and mephistopheles, and begins thus:-- "und was der ganzen menschheit zugetheilt ist," _i. e._ with the passage (_antè_, p. .) beginning, "i will enjoy, in my own heart's core, all that is parcelled out among mankind," &c. all that intervenes, in later editions, is wanting. it is thenceforth continued, as now, to the end of the cathedral scene (_antè_, p. ( )), except that the whole scene, in which valentine is killed, is wanting. thus margaret's prayer to the virgin and the cathedral scene come together, and form the conclusion of the work. according to düring's verzeichniss, there was no new edition of faust until . according to dr. sieglitz, the first part of faust first appeared, in its present shape, in the collected edition of goethe's works, which was published in .--_hayward's translation of faust_, second edition, note, p. .] _february_ . . beaumont and fletcher.--ben jonson.--massinger. in the romantic drama beaumont and fletcher are almost supreme. their plays are in general most truly delightful. i could read the beggar's bush from morning to night. how sylvan and sunshiny it is! the little french lawyer is excellent. lawrit is conceived and executed from first to last in genuine comic humour. monsieur thomas is also capital. i have no doubt whatever that the first act and the first scene of the second act of the two noble kinsmen are shakspeare's. beaumont and fletcher's plots are, to be sure, wholly inartificial; they only care to pitch a character into a position to make him or her talk; you must swallow all their gross improbabilities, and, taking it all for granted, attend only to the dialogue. how lamentable it is that no gentleman and scholar can he found to edit these beautiful plays![ ] did the name of criticism ever descend so low as in the hands of those two fools and knaves, seward and simpson? there are whole scenes in their edition which i could with certainty put back into their original verse, and more that could he replaced in their native prose. was there ever such an absolute disregard of literary fame as that displayed by shakspeare, and beaumont and fletcher?[ ] [footnote : i believe mr. dyce could edit beaumont and fletcher as well as any man of the present or last generation; but the truth is, the limited sale of the late editions of ben jonson, shirley, &c., has damped the spirit of enterprise amongst the respectable publishers. still i marvel that some cheap reprint of b. and f. is not undertaken.--ed.] [footnote : "the men of the greatest genius, as far as we can judge from their own works, or from the accounts of their contemporaries, appear to have been of calm and tranquil temper, in all that related to themselves. in the inward assurance of permanent fame, they seem to have been either indifferent or resigned, with regard to immediate reputation." * * * * * "shakspeare's evenness and sweetness of temper were almost proverbial in his own age. that this did not arise from ignorance of his own comparative greatness, we have abundant proof in his sonnets, which could scarcely have been known to mr. pope, when he asserted, that our great bard 'grew immortal in his own despite.'"--_biog. lit._ vol. i, p. .] * * * * * in ben jonson you have an intense and burning art. some of his plots, that of the alchemist, for example, are perfect. ben jonson and beaumont and fletcher would, if united, have made a great dramatist indeed, and yet not have come near shakspeare; but no doubt ben jonson was the greatest man after shakspeare in that age of dramatic genius. the styles of massinger's plays and the sampson agonistes are the two extremes of the arc within which the diction of dramatic poetry may oscillate. shakspeare in his great plays is the midpoint. in the samson agonistes, colloquial language is left at the greatest distance, yet something of it is preserved, to render the dialogue probable: in massinger the style is differenced, but differenced in the smallest degree possible, from animated conversation by the vein of poetry. there's such a divinity doth hedge our shakspeare round, that we cannot even imitate his style. i tried to imitate his manner in the remorse, and, when i had done, i found i had been tracking beaumont and fletcher, and massinger instead. it is really very curious. at first sight, shakspeare and his contemporary dramatists seem to write in styles much alike: nothing so easy as to fall into that of massinger and the others; whilst no one has ever yet produced one scene conceived and expressed in the shakspearian idiom. i suppose it is because shakspeare is universal, and, in fact, has no _manner_; just as you can so much more readily copy a picture than nature herself. _february_ . . house of commons appointing the officers of the army and navy. i was just now reading sir john cam hobhouse's answer to mr. hume, i believe, upon the point of transferring the patronage of the army and navy from the crown to the house of commons. i think, if i had been in the house of commons, i would have said, "that, ten or fifteen years ago, i should have considered sir j. c. h.'s speech quite unanswerable,--it being clear constitutional law that the house of commons has not, nor ought to have, any share, directly or indirectly, in the appointment of the officers of the army or navy. but now that the king had been reduced, by the means and procurement of the honourable baronet and his friends, to a puppet, which, so far from having any independent will of its own, could not resist a measure which it hated and condemned, it became a matter of grave consideration whether it was not necessary to vest the appointment of such officers in a body like the house of commons, rather than in a junta of ministers, who were obliged to make common cause with the mob and democratic press for the sake of keeping their places." _march_ . . penal code in ireland.--churchmen. the penal code in ireland, in the beginning of the last century, was justifiable, as a temporary mean of enabling government to take breath and look about them; and if right measures had been systematically pursued in a right spirit, there can be no doubt that all, or the greater part, of ireland would have become protestant. protestantism under the charter schools was greatly on the increase in the early part of that century, and the complaints of the romish priests to that effect are on record. but, unfortunately, the drenching-horn was itself substituted for the medicine. * * * * * there seems to me, at present, to be a curse upon the english church, and upon the governors of all institutions connected with the orderly advancement of national piety and knowledge; it is the curse of prudence, as they miscall it--in fact, of fear. clergymen are now almost afraid to explain in their pulpits the grounds of their being protestants. they are completely cowed by the vulgar harassings of the press and of our hectoring sciolists in parliament. there should be no _party_ politics in the pulpit to be sure; but every church in england ought to resound with national politics,--i mean the sacred character of the national church, and an exposure of the base robbery from the nation itself--for so indeed it is[ ]--about to be committed by these ministers, in order to have a sop to throw to the irish agitators, who will, of course, only cut the deeper, and come the oftener. you cannot buy off a barbarous invader. [footnote : "that the maxims of a pure morality, and those sublime truths of the divine unity and attributes, which a plato found it hard to learn, and more difficult to reveal; that these should have become the almost hereditary property of childhood and poverty, of the hovel and the workshop; that even to the unlettered they sound as _common-place_; this is a phenomenon which must withhold all but minds of the most vulgar cast from undervaluing the services even of the pulpit and the reading-desk. yet he who should confine the efficiency of an established church to these, can hardly be placed in a much higher rank of intellect. that to every parish throughout the kingdom there is transplanted a germ of civilization; that in the remotest villages there is a nucleus, round which the capabilities of the place may crystallize and brighten; a model sufficiently superior to excite, yet sufficiently near to encourage and facilitate imitation; _this_ unobtrusive, continuous agency of a protestant church establishment, _this_ it is, which the patriot and the philanthropist, who would fain unite the love of peace with the faith in the progressive amelioration of mankind, cannot estimate at too high a price. 'it cannot be valued with the gold of ophir, with the precious onyx, or the sapphire. no mention shall be made of coral or of pearls; for the price of wisdom is above rubies.'--the clergyman is with his parishioners and among them; he is neither in the cloistered cell, nor in the wilderness, but a neighbour and family man, whose education and rank admit him to the mansion of the rich landholder, while his duties make him the frequent visitor of the farm-house and the cottage. he is, or he may become, connected with the families of his parish or its vicinity by marriage. and among the instances of the blindness, or at best of the short-sightedness, which it is the nature of cupidity to inflict, i know few more striking than the clamours of the farmers against church property. whatever was not paid to the clergyman would inevitably at the next lease be paid to the landholder; while, as the case at present stands, the revenues of the church are in some sort the reversionary property of every family that may have a member educated for the church, or a daughter that may marry a clergyman. instead of being _foreclosed_ and immovable, it is, in fact, the only species of landed property that is essentially moving and circulative. that there exist no inconveniences who will pretend to assert?--but i have yet to expect the proof, that the inconveniences are greater in this than in any other species; or that either the farmers or the clergy would be benefited by forcing the latter to become either _trullibers_ or salaried _placemen_."--_church and state_, p. .] _march_ . . coronation oaths. lord grey has, in parliament, said two things: first, that the coronation oaths only bind the king in his executive capacity; and, secondly, that members of the house of commons are bound to represent by their votes the wishes and opinions of their constituents, and not their own. put these two together, and tell me what useful part of the constitutional monarchy of england remains. it is clear that the coronation oaths would be no better than highgate oaths. for in his executive capacity the king _cannot_ do any thing, against the doing of which the oaths bind him; it is _only_ in his legislative character that he possesses a free agency capable of being bound. the nation meant to bind _that_. _march_ . . divinity.--professions and trades. divinity is essentially the first of the professions, because it is necessary for all at all times; law and physic are only necessary for some at some times. i speak of them, of course, not in their abstract existence, but in their applicability to man. * * * * * every true science bears necessarily within itself the germ of a cognate profession, and the more you can elevate trades into professions the better. _march_ . . modern political economy. what solemn humbug this modern political economy is! what is there true of the little that is true in their dogmatic books, which is not a simple deduction from the moral and religious _credenda_ and _agenda_ of any good man, and with which we were not all previously acquainted, and upon which every man of common sense instinctively acted? i know none. but what they truly state, they do not truly understand in its ultimate grounds and causes; and hence they have sometimes done more mischief by their half- ignorant and half-sophistical reasonings about, and deductions from, well- founded positions, than they could have done by the promulgation of positive error. this particularly applies to their famous ratios of increase between man and the means of his subsistence. political economy, at the highest, can never be a pure science. you may demonstrate that certain properties inhere in the arch, which yet no bridge-builder _can_ ever reduce into brick and mortar; but an abstract conclusion in a matter of political economy, the premisses of which neither exist now, nor ever will exist within the range of the wildest imagination, is not a truth, but a chimera--a practical falsehood. for there are no theorems in political economy--but problems only. certain things being actually so and so; the question is, _how_ to _do_ so and so with them. political _philosophy_, indeed, points to ulterior ends, but even those ends are all practical; and if you desert the conditions of reality, or of common probability, you may show forth your eloquence or your fancy, but the utmost you can produce will be a utopia or oceana. you talk about making this article cheaper by reducing its price in the market from _d_. to _d_. but suppose, in so doing, you have rendered your country weaker against a foreign foe; suppose you have demoralized thousands of your fellow-countrymen, and have sown discontent between one class of society and another, your article is tolerably dear, i take it, after all. is not its real price enhanced to every christian and patriot a hundred-fold? * * * * * _all_ is an endless fleeting abstraction; _the whole_ is a reality. _march_ . . national debt.--property tax.--duty of landholders. what evil results now to this country, taken at large, from the actual existence of the national debt? i never could get a plain and practical answer to that question. i do not advert to the past loss of capital, although it is hard to see how that capital can be said to have been unproductive, which produces, in the defence of the nation itself, the conditions of the permanence and productivity of all other capital. as to taxation to pay the interest, how can the country suffer by a process, under which the money is never one minute out of the pockets of the people? you may just as well say that a man is weakened by the circulation of his blood. there may, certainly, be particular local evils and grievances resulting from the mode of taxation or collection; but how can that debt be in any proper sense a burthen to the nation, which the nation owes to itself, and to no one but itself? it is a juggle to talk of the nation owing the capital or the interest to the stockholders; it owes to itself only. suppose the interest to be owing to the emperor of russia, and then you would feel the difference of a debt in the proper sense. it is really and truly nothing more in effect than so much moneys or money's worth, raised annually by the state for the purpose of quickening industry.[ ] i should like to see a well graduated property tax, accompanied by a large loan. one common objection to a property tax is, that it tends to diminish the accumulation of capital. in my judgment, one of the chief sources of the bad economy of the country now is the enormous aggregation of capitals. when shall we return to a sound conception of the right to property-- namely, as being official, implying and demanding the performance of commensurate duties! nothing but the most horrible perversion of humanity and moral justice, under the specious name of political economy, could have blinded men to this truth as to the possession of land,--the law of god having connected indissolubly the cultivation of every rood of earth with the maintenance and watchful labour of man. but money, stock, riches by credit, transferable and convertible at will, are under no such obligations; and, unhappily, it is from the selfish autocratic possession of _such_ property, that our landholders have learnt their present theory of trading with that which was never meant to be an object of commerce. [footnote : see the splendid essay in the friend (vol. ii, p. .) on the vulgar errors respecting taxes and taxation. "a great statesman, lately deceased, in one of his anti-ministerial harangues against some proposed impost, said, 'the nation has been already bled in every vein, and is faint with loss of blood.' this blood, however, was circulating in the mean time through the whole body of the state, and what was received into one chamber of the heart was instantly sent out again at the other portal. had he wanted a metaphor to convey the possible injuries of taxation, he might have found one less opposite to the fact, in the known disease of aneurism, or relaxation of the coats of particular vessels, by a disproportionate accumulation of blood in them, which sometimes occurs when the circulation has been suddenly and violently changed, and causes helplessness, or even mortal stagnation, though the total quantity of blood remains the same in the system at large. "but a fuller and fairer symbol of taxation, both in its possible good and evil effects, is to be found in the evaporation of waters from the surface of the earth. the sun may draw up the moisture from the river, the morass, and the ocean, to be given back in genial showers to the garden, to the pasture, and the corn field; but it may, likewise, force away the moisture from the fields of tillage, to drop it on the stagnant pool, the saturated swamp, or the unprofitable sand-waste. the gardens in the south of europe supply, perhaps, a not less apt illustration of a system of finance judiciously conducted, where the tanks or reservoirs would represent the capital of a nation, and the hundred rills, hourly varying their channels and directions under the gardener's spade, give a pleasing image of the dispersion of that capital through the whole population by the joint effect of taxation and trade. for taxation itself is a part of commerce, and the government maybe fairly considered as a great manufacturing house, carrying on, in different places, by means of its partners and overseers, the trades of the shipbuilder, the clothier, the iron-founder," &c. &c.--ed.] _april_ . . massinger.--shakspeare.--hieronimo. to please me, a poem must be either music or sense; if it is neither, i confess i cannot interest myself in it. * * * * * the first act of the virgin martyr is as fine an act as i remember in any play. the very woman is, i think, one of the most perfect plays we have. there is some good fun in the first scene between don john, or antonio, and cuculo, his master[ ]; and can any thing exceed the skill and sweetness of the scene between him and his mistress, in which he relates his story?[ ] the bondman is also a delightful play. massinger is always entertaining; his plays have the interest of novels. but, like most of his contemporaries, except shakspeare, massinger often deals in exaggerated passion. malefort senior, in the unnatural combat, however he may have had the moral will to be so wicked, could never have actually done all that he is represented as guilty of, without losing his senses. he would have been, in fact, mad. regan and goneril are the only pictures of the unnatural in shakspeare; the pure unnatural--and you will observe that shakspeare has left their hideousness unsoftened or diversified by a single line of goodness or common human frailty. whereas in edmund, for whom passion, the sense of shame as a bastard, and ambition, offer some plausible excuses, shakspeare has placed many redeeming traits. edmund is what, under certain circumstances, any man of powerful intellect might be, if some other qualities and feelings were cut off. hamlet is, inclusively, an edmund, but different from him as a whole, on account of the controlling agency of other principles which edmund had not. it is worth while to remark the use which shakspeare always makes of his bold villains as vehicles for expressing opinions and conjectures of a nature too hazardous for a wise man to put forth directly as his own, or from any sustained character. [footnote : act iii. sc. .] [footnote : act iv. sc. .:-- "ant. not far from where my father lives, a lady, a neighbour by, bless'd with as great a beauty as nature durst bestow without undoing, dwelt, and most happily, as i thought then, and bless'd the home a thousand times she dwelt in. this beauty, in the blossom of my youth, when my first fire knew no adulterate incense, nor i no way to flatter, but my fondness; in all the bravery my friends could show me, in all the faith my innocence could give me, in the best language my true tongue could tell me, and all the broken sighs my sick heart lent me, i sued and served: long did i love this lady, long was my travail, long my trade to win her; with all the duty of my soul, i served her. alm. how feelingly he speaks! (_aside_.) and she loved you too? it must be so. ant. i would it had, dear lady; this story had been needless, and this place, i think, unknown to me. alm. were your bloods equal? ant. yes; and i thought our hearts too. alm. then she must love. ant. she did--but never me; she could not love me, she would not love, she hated; more, she scorn'd me, and in so poor and base a way abused me, for all my services, for all my bounties, so bold neglects flung on me-- alm. an ill woman! belike you found some rival in your love, then? ant. how perfectly she points me to my story! (_aside_.) madam, i did; and one whose pride and anger, ill manners, and worse mien, she doted on, doted to my undoing, and my ruin. and, but for honour to your sacred beauty, and reverence to the noble sex, though she fall, as she must fall that durst be so unnoble, i should say something unbeseeming me. what out of love, and worthy love, i gave her, shame to her most unworthy mind! to fools, to girls, and fiddlers, to her boys she flung, and in disdain of me. alm. pray you take me with you. of what complexion was she? ant. but that i dare not commit so great a sacrilege 'gainst virtue, she look'd not much unlike--though far, far short, something, i see, appears--your pardon, madam-- her eyes would smile so, but her eyes could cozen; and so she would look sad; but yours is pity, a noble chorus to my wretched story; hers was disdain and cruelty. alm. pray heaven, mine be no worse! he has told me a strange story, (_aside_.)" &c.--ed.] * * * * * the parts pointed out in hieronimo as ben jonson's bear no traces of his style; but they are very like shakspeare's; and it is very remarkable that every one of them re-appears in full form and development, and tempered with mature judgment, in some one or other of shakspeare's great pieces.[ ] [footnote : by hieronimo mr. coleridge meant the spanish tragedy, and not the previous play, which is usually called the first part of jeronimo. the spanish tragedy is, upon the authority of heywood, attributed to kyd. it is supposed that ben jonson originally performed the part of hieronimo, and hence it has been surmised that certain passages and whole scenes connected with that character, and not found in some of the editions of the play, are, in fact, ben jonson's own writing. some of these supposed interpolations are amongst the best things in the spanish tragedy; the style is singularly unlike jonson's, whilst there are turns and particular images which do certainly seem to have been imitated by or from shakspeare. mr. lamb at one time gave them to webster. take this, passage, in the fourth act:-- "hieron. what make you with your torches in the dark? pedro. you bid us light them, and attend you here. hieron. no! you are deceived; not i; you are deceived. was i so mad to bid light torches now? light me your torches at the mid of noon, when as the sun-god rides in all his glory; light me your torches then. pedro. then we burn day-light. hieron. _let it be burnt; night is a murd'rous slut, that would not have her treasons to be seen; and yonder pale-faced hecate there, the moon, doth give consent to that is done in darkness; and all those stars that gaze upon her face are aglets on her sleeve, pins on her train; and those that should be powerful and divine, do sleep in darkness when they most should shine._ pedro. provoke them not, fair sir, with tempting words. the heavens are gracious, and your miseries and sorrow make you speak you know not what hieron. _villain! thou liest, and thou dost nought but tell me i am mad: thou liest, i am not mad; i know thee to be pedro, and he jaques; i'll prove it thee; and were i mad, how could i? where was she the same night, when my horatio was murder'd! she should have shone then; search thou the book: had the moon shone in my boy's face, there was a kind of grace, that i know--nay, i do know, had the murderer seen him, his weapon would have fallen, and cut the earth, had he been framed of nought but blood and death," &c._ again, in the fifth act:-- "hieron. but are you sure that they are dead? castile. ay, slain, too sure. hieron. what, and yours too? viceroy. ay, all are dead; not one of them survive. hibron. nay, then i care not--come, we shall be friends; let us lay our heads together. see, here's a goodly noose will hold them all. viceroy. o damned devil! how secure he is! hieron. secure! why dost thou wonder at it? _i tell thee, viceroy, this day i've seen revenge, d in that sight am grown a prouder monarch than ever sate under the crown of spain. had i as many lives at there be stars,_, _as many heavens to go to as those lives, i'd give them all, ay, and my soul to boot, but i would see thee ride in this red pool. methinks, since i grew inward with revenge, i cannot look with scorn enough on death._ king. what! dost thou mock us, slave? bring tortures forth. hieron. _do, do, do; and meantime i'll torture you. you had a son as i take it, and your son should have been married to your daughter: ha! was it not so? you had a son too, he was my liege's nephew. he was proud and politic--had he lived, he might have come to wear the crown of spain: i think 't was so--'t was i that killed him; look you--this same hand was it that stabb'd his heart--do you see this hand? for one horatio, if you ever knew him-- a youth, one that they hang'd up in his father's garden-- one that did force your valiant son to yield_," &c.--ed. ] _april_ . . love's labour lost.--gifford's massinger.--shakspeare.--the old dramatists. i think i could point out to a half line what is really shakspeare's in love's labour lost, and some other of the not entirely genuine plays. what he wrote in that play is of his earliest manner, having the all-pervading sweetness which he never lost, and that extreme condensation which makes the couplets fall into epigrams, as in the venus and adonis, and rape of lucrece. [ ] in the drama alone, as shakspeare soon found out, could the sublime poet and profound philosopher find the conditions of a compromise. in the love's labour lost there are many faint sketches of some of his vigorous portraits in after-life--as for example, in particular, of benedict and beatrice.[ ] [footnote : "in shakspeare's _poems_ the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. at length, in the drama, they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. or like two rapid streams, that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other, and intermix reluctantly, and in tumult; but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores, blend, and dilate, and flow on in one current, and with one voice."--_biog. lit._ vol. ii. p. .] [footnote : mr. coleridge, of course, alluded to biron and rosaline; and there are other obvious prolusions, as the scene of the masque with the courtiers, compared with the play in a midsummer night's dream.--ed.] * * * * * gifford has done a great deal for the text of massinger, but not as much as might easily be done. his comparison of shakspeare with his contemporary dramatists is obtuse indeed.[ ] [footnote : see his _introduction to massinger, vol_.i. p. ., in which, amongst other most extraordinary assertions, mr. gifford pronounces that _rhythmical modulation is not one of shakspeare's merits!_--ed.] * * * * * in shakspeare one sentence begets the next naturally; the meaning is all inwoven. he goes on kindling like a meteor through the dark atmosphere; yet, when the creation in its outline is once perfect, then he seems to rest from his labour, and to smile upon his work, and tell himself that it is very good. you see many scenes and parts of scenes which are simply shakspeare's, disporting himself in joyous triumph and vigorous fun after a great achievement of his highest genius. * * * * * the old dramatists took great liberties in respect of bringing parties in scene together, and representing one as not recognizing the other under some faint disguise. some of their finest scenes are constructed on this ground. shakspeare avails himself of this artifice only twice, i think,--in twelfth night, where the two are with great skill kept apart till the end of the play; and in the comedy of errors, which is a pure farce, and should be so considered. the definition of a farce is, an improbability or even impossibility granted in the outset, see what odd and laughable events will fairly follow from it! _april _ . . statesmen.--burke. i never was much subject to violent political humours or accesses of feelings. when i was very young, i wrote and spoke very enthusiastically, but it was always on subjects connected with some grand general principle, the violation of which i thought i could point out. as to mere details of administration, i honestly thought that ministers, and men in office, must, of course, know much better than any private person could possibly do; and it was not till i went to malta, and had to correspond with official characters myself, that i fully understood the extreme shallowness and ignorance with which men of some note too were able, after a certain fashion, to carry on the government of important departments of the empire. i then quite assented to oxenstiern's saying, _nescis, mi fili, quam parva sapientia regitur mundus_. * * * * * burke was, indeed, a great man. no one ever read history so philosophically as he seems to have done. yet, until he could associate his general principles with some sordid interest, panic of property, jacobinism, &c., he was a mere dinner bell. hence you will find so many half truths in his speeches and writings. nevertheless, let us heartily acknowledge his transcendant greatness. he would have been more influential if he had less surpassed his contemporaries, as fox and pitt, men of much inferior minds in all respects. * * * * * as a telegraph supposes a correspondent telescope, so a scientific lecture requires a scientific audience. _april _ . . prospect of monarchy or democracy.--the reformed house of commons. i have a deep, though paradoxical, conviction that most of the european nations are more or less on their way, unconsciously indeed, to pure monarchy; that is, to a government in which, under circumstances of complicated and subtle control, the reason of the people shall become efficient in the apparent will of the king.[ ] as it seems to me, the wise and good in every country will, in all likelihood, become every day more and more disgusted with the representative form of government, brutalized as it is, and will be, by the predominance of democracy in england, france, and belgium. the statesmen of antiquity, we know, doubted the possibility of the effective and permanent combination of the three elementary forms of government; and, perhaps, they had more reason than we have been accustomed to think. [footnote : this is backing vico against spinosa. it must, however, be acknowledged that at present the prophet of democracy has a good right to be considered the favourite.--ed.] * * * * * you see how this house of commons has begun to verify all the ill prophecies that were made of it--low, vulgar, meddling with every thing, assuming universal competency, flattering every base passion, and sneering at every thing noble, refined, and truly national! the direct and personal despotism will come on by and by, after the multitude shall have been gratified with the ruin and the spoil of the old institutions of the land. as for the house of lords, what is the use of ever so much fiery spirit, if there be no principle to guide and to sanctify it? _april _ . . united states of america.--captain b. hall.--northern and southern states. --democracy with slavery.--quakers. the possible destiny of the united states of america,--as a nation of a hundred millions of freemen,--stretching from the atlantic to the pacific, living under the laws of alfred, and speaking the language of shakspeare and milton, is an august conception. why should we not wish to see it realized? america would then be england viewed through a solar microscope; great britain in a state of glorious magnification! how deeply to be lamented is the spirit of hostility and sneering which some of the popular books of travels have shown in treating of the americans! they hate us, no doubt, just as brothers hate; but they respect the opinion of an englishman concerning themselves ten times as much as that of a native of any other country on earth. a very little humouring of their prejudices, and some courtesy of language and demeanour on the part of englishmen, would work wonders, even as it is, with the public mind of the americans. * * * * * captain basil hall's book is certainly very entertaining and instructive; but, in my judgment, his sentiments upon many points, and more especially his mode of expression, are unwise and uncharitable. after all, are not most of the things shown up with so much bitterness by him mere national foibles, parallels to which every people has and must of necessity have? * * * * * what you say about the quarrel in the united states is sophistical. no doubt, taxation may, and perhaps in some cases must, press unequally, or apparently so, on different classes of people in a state. in such cases there is a hardship; but, in the long run, the matter is fully compensated to the over-taxed class. for example, take the householders of london, who complain so bitterly of the house and window taxes. is it not pretty clear that, whether such householder be a tradesman, who indemnifies himself in the price of his goods,--or a letter of lodgings, who does so in his rent, --or a stockholder, who receives it back again in his dividends,--or a country gentleman, who has saved so much fresh levy on his land or his other property,--one way or other, it comes at last pretty nearly to the same thing, though the pressure for the time may be unjust and vexatious, and fit to be removed? but when new england, which may be considered a state in itself, taxes the admission of foreign manufactures in order to cherish manufactures of its own, and thereby forces the carolinians, another state of itself, with which there is little intercommunion, which has no such desire or interest to serve, to buy worse articles at a higher price, it is altogether a different question, and is, in fact, downright tyranny of the worst, because of the most sordid, kind. what would you think of a law which should tax every person in devonshire for the pecuniary benefit of every person in yorkshire? and yet that is a feeble image of the actual usurpation of the new england deputies over the property of the southern states. * * * * * there are two possible modes of unity in a state; one by absolute coordination of each to all, and of all to each; the other by subordination of classes and offices. now, i maintain that there never was an instance of the first, nor can there be, without slavery as its condition and accompaniment, as in athens. the poor swiss cantons are no exception. the mistake lies in confounding a state which must be based on classes and interests and unequal property, with a church, which is founded on the person, and has no qualification but personal merit. such a community _may_ exist, as in the case of the quakers; but, in order to exist, it must be compressed and hedged in by another society--_mundus mundulus in mundo immundo_. * * * * * the free class in a slave state is always, in one sense, the most patriotic class of people in an empire; for their patriotism is not simply the patriotism of other people, but an aggregate of lust of power and distinction and supremacy. _april _ . . land and money. land was the only species of property which, in the old time, carried any respectability with it. money alone, apart from some tenure of land, not only did not make the possessor great and respectable, but actually made him at once the object of plunder and hatred. witness the history of the jews in this country in the early reigns after the conquest. * * * * * i have no objection to your aspiring to the political principles of our old cavaliers; but embrace them all fully, and not merely this and that feeling, whilst in other points you speak the canting foppery of the benthamite or malthusian schools. _april _ . . methods of investigation. there are three ways of treating a subject:-- in the first mode, you begin with a definition, and that definition is necessarily assumed as the truth. as the argument proceeds, the conclusion from the first proposition becomes the base of the second, and so on. now, it is quite impossible that you can be sure that you have included all the necessary, and none but the necessary, terms in your definition; as, therefore, you proceed, the original speck of error is multiplied at every remove; the same infirmity of knowledge besetting each successive definition. hence you may set out, like spinosa, with all but the truth, and end with a conclusion which is altogether monstrous; and yet the mere deduction shall be irrefragable. warburton's "divine legation" is also a splendid instance of this mode of discussion, and of its inability to lead to the truth: in fact, it is an attempt to adopt the mathematical series of proof, in forgetfulness that the mathematician is sure of the truth of his definition at each remove, because he _creates _it, as he can do, in pure figure and number. but you cannot _make _any thing true which results from, or is connected with, real externals; you can only _find _it out. the chief use of this first mode of discussion is to sharpen the wit, for which purpose it is the best exercitation. . the historical mode is a very common one: in it the author professes to find out the truth by collecting the facts of the case, and tracing them downwards; but this mode is worse than the other. suppose the question is as to the true essence and character of the english constitution. first, where will you begin your collection of facts? where will you end it? what facts will you select, and how do you know that the class of facts which you select are necessary terms in the premisses, and that other classes of facts, which you neglect, are not necessary? and how do you distinguish phenomena which proceed from disease or accident from those which are the genuine fruits of the essence of the constitution? what can be more striking, in illustration of the utter inadequacy of this line of investigation for arriving at the real truth, than the political treatises and constitutional histories which we have in every library? a whig proves his case convincingly to the reader who knows nothing beyond his author; then comes an old tory (carte, for instance), and ferrets up a hamperful of conflicting documents and notices, which proves _his _case _per contra_. a. takes this class of facts; b. takes that class: each proves something true, neither proves _the_ truth, or any thing like _the _truth; that is, the whole truth. . you must, therefore, commence with the philosophic idea of the thing, the true nature of which you wish to find out and manifest. you must carry your rule ready made, if you wish to measure aright. if you ask me how i can know that this idea--my own invention--is the truth, by which the phenomena of history are to be explained, i answer, in the same way exactly that you know that your eyes were made to see with; and that is, because you _do _see with them. if i propose to you an idea or self-realizing theory of the constitution, which shall manifest itself as in existence from the earliest times to the present,--which shall comprehend within it _all _the facts which history has preserved, and shall give them a meaning as interchangeably causals or effects;--if i show you that such an event or reign was an obliquity to the right hand, and how produced, and such other event or reign a deviation to the left, and whence originating,--that the growth was stopped here, accelerated there,--that such a tendency is, and always has been, corroborative, and such other tendency destructive, of the main progress of the idea towards realization;--if this idea, not only like a kaleidoscope, shall reduce all the miscellaneous fragments into order, but shall also minister strength, and knowledge, and light to the true patriot and statesmen for working out the bright thought, and bringing the glorious embryo to a perfect birth;--then, i think, i have a right to say that the idea which led to this is not only true, but the truth, the only truth. to set up for a statesman upon historical knowledge only, is as about as wise as to set up for a musician by the purchase of some score flutes, fiddles, and horns. in order to make music, you must know how to play; in order to make your facts speak truth, you must know what the truth is which _ought_ to be proved,--the ideal truth,--the truth which was consciously or unconsciously, strongly or weakly, wisely or blindly, intended at all times.[ ] [footnote : i have preserved this passage, conscious, the while, how liable it is to be misunderstood, or at least not understood. the readers of mr. coleridge's works generally, or of his "church and state" in particular, will have no difficulty in entering into his meaning; namely, that no investigation in the non-mathematical sciences can be carried on in a way deserving to be called philosophical, unless the investigator have in himself a mental initiative, or, what comes to the same thing, unless he set out with an intuition of the ultimate aim or idea of the science or aggregation of facts to be explained or interpreted. the analysis of the platonic and baconian methods in "the friend," to which i have before referred, and the "church and state," exhibit respectively a splendid vindication and example of mr. coleridge's mode of reasoning on this subject.--ed.] _april _ . . church of rome.--celibacy of the clergy. in my judgment, protestants lose a great deal of time in a false attack when they labour to convict the romanists of false doctrines. destroy the _papacy_, and help the priests to wives, and i am much mistaken if the doctrinal errors, such as there really are, would not very soon pass away. they might remain _in terminis_, but they would lose their sting and body, and lapse back into figures of rhetoric and warm devotion, from which they, most of them,--such as transubstantiation, and prayers for the dead and to saints,--originally sprang. but, so long as the bishop of rome remains pope, and has an army of mamelukes all over the world, we shall do very little by fulminating against mere doctrinal errors. in the milanese, and elsewhere in the north of italy, i am told there is a powerful feeling abroad against the papacy. that district seems to be something in the state of england in the reign of our henry the eighth. how deep a wound to morals and social purity has that accursed article of the celibacy of the clergy been! even the best and most enlightened men in romanist countries attach a notion of impurity to the marriage of a clergyman. and can such a feeling be without its effect on the estimation of the wedded life in general? impossible! and the morals of both sexes in spain, italy, france, &c. prove it abundantly. the papal church has had three phases,--anti-caesarean, extra-national, anti-christian. _april _ . . roman conquest of italy. the romans would never have subdued the italian tribes if they had not boldly left italy and conquered foreign nations, and so, at last, crushed their next-door neighbours by external pressure. _april _ . . wedded love in shakspeare and his contemporary dramatists.--tennyson's poems. except in shakspeare, you can find no such thing as a pure conception of wedded love in our old dramatists. in massinger, and beaumont and fletcher, it really is on both sides little better than sheer animal desire. there is scarcely a suitor in all their plays, whose _abilities_ are not discussed by the lady or her waiting-woman. in this, as in all things, how transcendant over his age and his rivals was our sweet shakspeare! * * * * * i have not read through all mr. tennyson's poems, which have been sent to me; but i think there are some things of a good deal of beauty in what i have seen. the misfortune is, that he has begun to write verses without very well understanding what metre is. even if you write in a known and approved metre, the odds are, if you are not a metrist yourself, that you will not write harmonious verses; but to deal in new metres without considering what metre means and requires, is preposterous. what i would, with many wishes for success, prescribe to tennyson,--indeed without it he can never be a poet in act,--is to write for the next two or three years in none but one or two well-known and strictly defined metres, such as the heroic couplet, the octave stanza, or the octo-syllabic measure of the allegro and penseroso. he would, probably, thus get imbued with a sensation, if not a sense, of metre without knowing it, just as eton boys get to write such good latin verses by conning ovid and tibullus. as it is, i can scarcely scan some of his verses. _may _ . . rabelais and luther.--wit and madness. i think with some interest upon the fact that rabelais and luther were born in the same year.[ ] glorious spirits! glorious spirits! ----"hos utinam inter heroas natum me!" [footnote : they were both born within twelve months of each other, i believe; but luther's birth was in november, , and that of rabelais is generally placed at the end of the year preceding.--ed.] * * * * * "great wits are sure to madness near allied," says dryden, and true so far as this, that genius of the highest kind implies an unusual intensity of the modifying power, which detached from the discriminative and reproductive power, might conjure a platted straw into a royal diadem: but it would be at least as true, that great genius is most alien from madness,--yea, divided from it by an impassable mountain,-- namely, the activity of thought and vivacity of the accumulative memory, which are no less essential constituents of "great wit." _may _ . . colonization.--machinery.--capital. colonization is not only a manifest expedient for, but an imperative duty on, great britain. god seems to hold out his finger to us over the sea. but it must be a national colonization, such as was that of the scotch to america; a colonization of hope, and not such as we have alone encouraged and effected for the last fifty years, a colonization of despair. * * * * * the wonderful powers of machinery can, by multiplied production, render the mere _arte facta _of life actually cheaper: thus money and all other things being supposed the same in value, a silk gown is five times cheaper now than in queen elizabeth's time; but machinery cannot cheapen, in any thing like an equal degree, the immediate growths of nature or the immediate necessaries of man. now the _arte facta _are sought by the higher classes of society in a proportion incalculably beyond that in which they are sought by the lower classes; and therefore it is that the vast increase of mechanical powers has not cheapened life and pleasure to the poor as it has done to the rich. in some respects, no doubt, it has done so, as in giving cotton dresses to maid-servants, and penny gin to all. a pretty benefit truly! * * * * * i think this country is now suffering grievously under an excessive accumulation of capital, which, having no field for profitable operation, is in a state of fierce civil war with itself. _may _ . . roman conquest.--constantine.--papacy and the schoolmen. the romans had no national clerisy; their priesthood was entirely a matter of state, and, as far back as we can trace it, an evident stronghold of the patricians against the increasing powers of the plebeians. all we know of the early romans is, that, after an indefinite lapse of years, they had conquered some fifty or sixty miles round their city. then it is that they go to war with carthage, the great maritime power, and the result of that war was the occupation of sicily. thence they, in succession, conquered spain, macedonia, asia minor, &c., and so at last contrived to subjugate italy, partly by a tremendous back blow, and partly by bribing the italian states with a communication of their privileges, which the now enormously enriched conquerors possessed over so large a portion of the civilized world. they were ordained by providence to conquer and amalgamate the materials of christendom. they were not a national people; they were truly-- _romanos rerum dominos--_ --and that's all. * * * * * under constantine the spiritual power became a complete reflex of the temporal. there were four patriarchs, and four prefects, and so on. the clergy and the lawyers, the church and the state, were opposed. * * * * * the beneficial influence of the papacy upon the whole has been much over- rated by some writers; and certainly no country in europe received less benefit and more harm from it than england. in fact, the lawful kings and parliaments of england were always essentially protestant in feeling for a national church, though they adhered to the received doctrines of the christianity of the day; and it was only the usurpers, john, henry iv., &c., that went against this policy. all the great english schoolmen, scotus erigena[ ], duns scotus, ockham, and others, those morning stars of the reformation, were heart and soul opposed to rome, and maintained the papacy to be antichrist. the popes always persecuted, with rancorous hatred, the national clerisies, the married clergy, and disliked the universities which grew out of the old monasteries. the papacy was, and is, essentially extra- national, and was always so considered in this country, although not believed to be anti-christian. [footnote : john scotus, or erigena, was born, according to different authors, in wales, scotland, or ireland; but i do not find any account making him an englishman of saxon blood. his death is uncertainly placed in the beginning of the ninth century. he lived in well-known intimacy with charles the bald, of france, who died about a. d. . he resolutely resisted the doctrine of transubstantiation, and was publicly accused of heresy on that account. but the king of france protected him--ed.] _may_ . . civil war of the seventeenth century.--hampden's speech. i know no portion of history which a man might write with so much pleasure as that of the great struggle in the time of charles i., because he may feel the profoundest respect for both parties. the side taken by any particular person was determined by the point of view which such person happened to command at the commencement of the inevitable collision, one line seeming straight to this man, another line to another. no man of that age saw _the_ truth, the whole truth; there was not light enough for that. the consequence, of course, was a violent exaggeration of each party for the time. the king became a martyr, and the parliamentarians traitors, and _vice versâ_. the great reform brought into act by and under william the third combined the principles truly contended for by charles and his parliament respectively: the great revolution of has certainly, to an almost ruinous degree, dislocated those principles of government again. as to hampden's speech[ ], no doubt it means a declaration of passive obedience to the sovereign, as the creed of an english protestant individual: every man, cromwell and all, would have said as much; it was the antipapistical tenet, and almost vauntingly asserted on all occasions by protestants up to that time. but it implies nothing of hampden's creed as to the duty of parliament. [footnote : on his impeachment with the other four members, . see the "letter to john murray, esq. _touching_ lord nugent," . it is extraordinary that lord n. should not see the plain distinction taken by hampden, between not obeying an unlawful command, and rebelling against the king because of it. he approves the one, and condemns the other. his words are, "to _yield obedience to_ the commands of a king, if against the true religion, against the ancient and fundamental laws of the land, is another sign of an ill subject:"--"to _resist_ the lawful power of the king; to raise insurrection against the king; admit him adverse in his religion; _to conspire against his sacred person, or any ways to rebel, though commanding things against our consciences in exercising religion, or against the rights and privileges of the subject_, is an absolute sign of the disaffected and traitorous subject."--ed.] _may_ . . reformed house of commons. well, i think no honest man will deny that the prophetic denunciations of those who seriously and solemnly opposed the reform bill are in a fair way of exact fulfilment! for myself, i own i did not expect such rapidity of movement. i supposed that the first parliament would contain a large number of low factious men, who would vulgarize and degrade the debates of the house of commons, and considerably impede public business, and that the majority would be gentlemen more fond of their property than their politics. but really the truth is something more than this. think of upwards of members voting away two millions and a half of tax on friday[ ], at the bidding of whom, shall i say? and then no less than of those very members rescinding their votes on the tuesday next following, nothing whatever having intervened to justify the change, except that they had found out that at least seven or eight millions more must go also upon the same principle, and that the revenue was cut in two! of course i approve the vote of rescission, however dangerous a precedent; but what a picture of the composition of this house of commons! [footnote : on friday, the th of april, , sir william ingilby moved and carried a resolution for reducing the duty on malt from s. d. to l s. per quarter. one hundred and sixty-two members voted with him. on tuesday following, the th of april, seventy-six members only voted against the rescission of the same resolution.--ed.] _may_ . . food.--medicine.--poison.--obstruction. . that which is digested wholly, and part of which is assimilated, and part rejected, is--food. . that which is digested wholly, and the whole of which is partly assimilated, and partly not, is--medicine. . that which is digested, but not assimilated, is--poison. . that which is neither digested nor assimilated is--mere obstruction. as to the stories of slow poisons, i cannot say whether there was any, or what, truth in them; but i certainly believe a man may be poisoned by arsenic a year after he has taken it. in fact, i think that is known to have happened. may . . wilson.--shakspeare's sonnets.--love. professor wilson's character of charles lamb in the last blackwood, _twaddle on tweed-side_[ ], is very sweet indeed, and gratified me much. it does honour to wilson, to his head and his heart. [footnote : "charles lamb ought really not to abuse scotland in the pleasant way he so often does in the sylvan shades of enfield; for scotland loves charles lamb; but he is wayward and wilful in his wisdom, and conceits that many a cockney is a better man even than christopher north. but what will not christopher forgive to genius and goodness! even lamb, bleating libels on his native land. nay, he learns lessons of humanity even from the mild malice of elia, and breathes a blessing on him and his household in their bower of rest." some of mr. coleridge's poems were first published with some of c. lamb's at bristol in . the remarkable words on the title-page have been aptly cited in the new monthly magazine for february, , p. .: "duplex nobis vinculum, et amicitiae et similium junctarumque camcoenarum,--quod utinam neque mors solvat, neque temporis longinquitas." and even so it came to pass after thirty seven years more had passed over their heads,--ed.] * * * * * how can i wish that wilson should cease to write what so often soothes and suspends my bodily miseries, and my mental conflicts! yet what a waste, what a reckless spending, of talent, ay, and of genius, too, in his i know not how many years' management of blackwood! if wilson cares for fame, for an enduring place and prominence in literature, he should now, i think, hold his hand, and say, as he well may,-- "militavi non sine gloria: nunc arma defunctumque bello barbiton hic paries habebit." two or three volumes collected out of the magazine by himself would be very delightful. but he must not leave it for others to do; for some recasting and much condensation would be required; and literary executors make sad work in general with their testators' brains. * * * * * i believe it possible that a man may, under certain states of the moral feeling, entertain something deserving the name of love towards a male object--an affection beyond friendship, and wholly aloof from appetite. in elizabeth's and james's time it seems to have been almost fashionable to cherish such a feeling; and perhaps we may account in some measure for it by considering how very inferior the women of that age, taken generally, were in education and accomplishment of mind to the men. of course there were brilliant exceptions enough; but the plays of beaumont and fletcher-- the most popular dramatists that ever wrote for the english stage--will show us what sort of women it was generally pleasing to represent. certainly the language of the two friends, musidorus and pyrocles, in the arcadia, is such as we could not now use except to women; and in cervantes the same tone is sometimes adopted, as in the novel of the curious impertinent. and i think there is a passage in the new atlantis[ ] of lord bacon, in which he speaks of the possibility of such a feeling, but hints the extreme danger of entertaining it, or allowing it any place in a moral theory. i mention this with reference to shakspeare's sonnets, which have been supposed, by some, to be addressed to william herbert, earl of pembroke, whom clarendon calls[ ] the most beloved man of his age, though his licentiousness was equal to his virtues. i doubt this. i do not think that shakespeare, merely because he was an actor, would have thought it necessary to veil his emotions towards pembroke under a disguise, though he might probably have done so, if the real object had perchance been a laura or a leonora. it seems to me that the sonnets could only have come from a man deeply in love, and in love with a woman; and there is one sonnet which, from its incongruity, i take to be a purposed blind. these extraordinary sonnets form, in fact, a poem of so many stanzas of fourteen lines each; and, like the passion which inspired them, the sonnets are always the same, with a variety of expression,--continuous, if you regard the lover's soul,--distinct, if you listen to him, as he heaves them sigh after sigh. these sonnets, like the venus and adonis, and the rape of lucrece, are characterized by boundless fertility and laboured condensation of thought, with perfection of sweetness in rhythm and metre. these are the essentials in the budding of a great poet. afterwards habit and consciousness of power teach more ease--_praecipitandum liberum spiritum_. [footnote : i cannot fix upon any passage in this work, to which it can be supposed that mr. coleridge alluded, unless it be the speech of joabin the jew; but it contains nothing coming up to the meaning in the text. the only approach to it seems to be:--"as for masculine love, they have no touch of it; and yet there are not so faithful and inviolate friendships in the world again as are there; and to speak generally, as i said before, i have not read of any such chastity in any people as theirs."--ed.] [footnote : "william earl of pembroke was next, a man of another mould and making, and of another fame and reputation with all men, being the most universally beloved and esteemed of any man of that age." ......."he indulged to himself the pleasures of all kinds, almost in all excesses."--_hist. of the rebellion_, book i. he died in , aged fifty years. the dedication by t. t. (thomas thorpe) is to "the only begetter of these ensuing sonnets, mr. w. h." and malone is inclined to think that william hughes is meant. as to mr. w. h. being the _only_ begetter of these sonnets, it must be observed, that at least the last twenty-eight are beyond dispute addressed to a woman. i suppose the twentieth sonnet was the particular one conceived by mr. c. to be a blind; but it seems to me that many others may be so construed, if we set out with a conviction that the real object of the poet was a woman.--ed.] * * * * * every one who has been in love, knows that the passion is strongest, and the appetite weakest, in the absence of the beloved object, and that the reverse is the case in her presence. _may_ . . wicliffe.--luther.--reverence for ideal truths.--johnson the whig.-- asgill.--james i. wicliffe's genius was, perhaps, not equal to luther's; but really the more i know of him from vaughan and le bas, both of whose books i like, i think him as extraordinary a man as luther upon the whole. he was much sounder and more truly catholic in his view of the eucharist than luther. and i find, not without some pleasure, that my own view of it, which i was afraid was original, was maintained in the tenth century, that is to say, that the body broken had no reference to the human body of christ, but to the caro noumenon, or symbolical body, the rock that followed the israelites. whitaker beautifully says of luther;--_felix ille, quem dominus eo honore dignatus est, ut homines nequissimos suos haberet inimicos_. * * * * * there is now no reverence for any thing; and the reason is, that men possess conceptions only, and all their knowledge is conceptional only. now as, to conceive, is a work of the mere understanding, and as all that can be conceived may be comprehended, it is impossible that a man should reverence that, to which he must always feel something in himself superior. if it were possible to conceive god in a strict sense, that is, as we conceive a horse or a tree, even god himself could not excite any reverence, though he might excite fear or terror, or perhaps love, as a tiger or a beautiful woman. but reverence, which is the synthesis of love and fear, is only due from man, and, indeed, only excitable in man, towards ideal truths, which are always mysteries to the understanding, for the same reason that the motion of my finger behind my back is a mystery to you now--your eyes not being made for seeing through my body. it is the reason only which has a sense by which ideas can be recognized, and from the fontal light of ideas only can a man draw intellectual power. * * * * * samuel johnson[ ], whom, to distinguish him from the doctor, we may call the whig, was a very remarkable writer. he may be compared to his contemporary de foe, whom he resembled in many points. he is another instance of king william's discrimination, which was so much superior to that of any of his ministers, johnson was one of the most formidable advocates for the exclusion bill, and he suffered by whipping and imprisonment under james accordingly. like asgill, he argues with great apparent candour and clearness till he has his opponent within reach, and then comes a blow as from a sledge-hammer. i do not know where i could put my hand upon a book containing so much sense and sound constitutional doctrine as this thin folio of johnson's works; and what party in this country would read so severe a lecture in it as our modern whigs! a close reasoner and a good writer in general may be known by his pertinent use of connectives. read that page of johnson; you cannot alter one conjunction without spoiling the sense. it is a linked strain throughout. in your modern books, for the most part, the sentences in a page have the same connection with each other that marbles have in a bag; they touch without adhering. asgill evidently formed his style upon johnson's, but he only imitates one part of it. asgill never rises to johnson's eloquence. the latter was a sort of cobbett-burke. james the first thought that, because all power in the state seemed to proceed _from_ the crown, all power therefore remained in the crown;--as if, because the tree sprang from the seed, the stem, branches, leaves, and fruit were all contained in the seed. the constitutional doctrine as to the relation which the king bears to the other components of the state is in two words this:--he is a representative of the whole of that, of which he is himself a part. [footnote : dryden's ben jochanan, in the second part of absalom and achitophel. he was born in , and died in . he was a clergyman. in , when the army was encamped on hounslow heath, he published "a humble and hearty address to all english protestants in the present army." for this he was tried and sentenced to be pilloried in three places, pay a fine, and be whipped from newgate to tyburn. an attempt was also made to degrade him from his orders, but this failed through an informality. after the revolution he was preferred.--ed.] _may_ . . sir p. sidney.--things are finding their level. when sir philip sidney saw the enthusiasm which agitated every man, woman, and child in the netherlands against philip and d'alva, he told queen elizabeth that it was the spirit of god, and that it was invincible. what is the spirit which seems to move and unsettle every other man in england and on the continent at this time? upon my conscience, and judging by st. john's rule, i think it is a special spirit of the devil--and a very vulgar devil too! * * * * * your modern political economists say that it is a principle in their science--that all things _find_ their level;--which i deny; and say, on the contrary, that the true principle is, that all things are _finding_ their level like water in a storm. _may_ . . german.--goethe.--god's providence.--man's freedom. german is inferior to english in modifications of expression of the affections, but superior to it in modifications of expression of all objects of the senses. * * * * * goethe's small lyrics are delightful. he showed good taste in not attempting to imitate shakspeare's witches, which are threefold,--fates, furies, and earthly hags o' the caldron. * * * * * man does not move in cycles, though nature does. man's course is like that of an arrow; for the portion of the great cometary ellipse which he occupies is no more than a needle's length to a mile. in natural history, god's freedom is shown in the law of necessity. in moral history, god's necessity or providence is shown in man's freedom. _june_ . . dom miguel and dom pedro.--working to better one's condition.--negro emancipation.--fox and pitt.--revolution. there can be no doubt of the gross violations of strict neutrality by this government in the portuguese affair; but i wish the tories had left the matter alone, and not given room to the people to associate them with that scoundrel dom miguel. you can never interest the common herd in the abstract question; with them it is a mere quarrel between the men; and though pedro is a very doubtful character, he is not so bad as his brother; and, besides, we are naturally interested for the girl. * * * * * it is very strange that men who make light of the direct doctrines of the scriptures, and turn up their noses at the recommendation of a line of conduct suggested by religious truth, will nevertheless stake the tranquillity of an empire, the lives and properties of millions of men and women, on the faith of a maxim of modern political economy! and this, too, of a maxim true only, if at all, of england or a part of england, or some other country;--namely, that the desire of bettering their condition will induce men to labour even more abundantly and profitably than servile compulsion,--to which maxim the past history and present state of all asia and africa give the lie. nay, even in england at this day, every man in manchester, birmingham, and in other great manufacturing towns, knows that the most skilful artisans, who may earn high wages at pleasure, are constantly in the habit of working but a few days in the week, and of idling the rest. i believe st. monday is very well kept by the workmen in london. the love of indolence is universal, or next to it. * * * * * must not the ministerial plan for the west indies lead necessarily to a change of property, either by force or dereliction? i can't see any way of escaping it. * * * * * you are always talking of the _rights_ of the negroes. as a rhetorical mode of stimulating the people of england _here_, i do not object; but i utterly condemn your frantic practice of declaiming about their rights to the blacks themselves. they ought to be forcibly reminded of the state in which their brethren in africa still are, and taught to be thankful for the providence which has placed them within reach of the means of grace. i know no right except such as flows from righteousness; and as every christian believes his righteousness to be imputed, so must his right be an imputed right too. it must flow out of a duty, and it is under that name that the process of humanization ought to begin and to be conducted throughout. * * * * * thirty years ago, and more, pitt availed himself, with great political dexterity, of the apprehension, which burke and the conduct of some of the clubs in london had excited, and endeavoured to inspire into the nation a panic of property. fox, instead of exposing the absurdity of this by showing the real numbers and contemptible weakness of the disaffected, fell into pitt's trap, and was mad enough to exaggerate even pitt's surmises. the consequence was, a very general apprehension throughout the country of an impending revolution, at a time when, i will venture to say, the people were more heart-whole than they had been for a hundred years previously. after i had travelled in sicily and italy, countries where there were real grounds for fear, i became deeply impressed with the difference. now, after a long continuance of high national glory and influence, when a revolution of a most searching and general character is actually at work, and the old institutions of the country are all awaiting their certain destruction or violent modification--the people at large are perfectly secure, sleeping or gambolling on the very brink of a volcano. _june_ . . virtue and liberty.--epistle to the romans.--erasmus.----luther. the necessity for external government to man is in an inverse ratio to the vigour of his self-government. where the last is most complete, the first is least wanted. hence, the more virtue the more liberty. * * * * * i think st. paul's epistle to the romans the most profound work in existence; and i hardly believe that the writings of the old stoics, now lost, could have been deeper. undoubtedly it is, and must be, very obscure to ordinary readers; but some of the difficulty is accidental, arising from the form in which the epistle appears. if we could now arrange this work in the way in which we may be sure st. paul would himself do, were he now alive, and preparing it for the press, his reasoning would stand out clearer. his accumulated parentheses would be thrown into notes, or extruded to the margin. you will smile, after this, if i say that i think i understand st. paul; and i think so, because, really and truly, i recognize a cogent consecutiveness in the argument--the only evidence i know that you understand any book. how different is the style of this intensely passionate argument from that of the catholic circular charge called the epistle to the ephesians!--and how different that of both from the style of the epistles to timothy and titus, which i venture to call [greek: epistolal panloeideiz] erasmus's paraphrase of the new testament is clear and explanatory; but you cannot expect any thing very deep from erasmus. the only fit commentator on paul was luther--not by any means such a gentleman as the apostle, but almost as great a genius. _june_ . . negro emancipation. have you been able to discover any principle in this emancipation bill for the slaves, except a principle of fear of the abolition party struggling with a dread of causing some monstrous calamity to the empire at large? well! i will not prophesy; and god grant that this tremendous and unprecedented act of positive enactment may not do the harm to the cause of humanity and freedom which i cannot but fear! but yet, what can be hoped, when all human wisdom and counsel are set at nought, and religious faith-- the only miraculous agent amongst men--is not invoked or regarded! and that most unblest phrase--the dissenting _interest_--enters into the question! _june_ . . hacket's life of archbishop williams.--charles i.--manners under edward iii., richard ii., and henry viii. what a delightful and instructive hook bishop hacket's life of archbishop williams is! you learn more from it of that which is valuable towards an insight into the times preceding the civil war than from all the ponderous histories and memoirs now composed about that period. * * * * * charles seems to have been a very disagreeable personage during james's life. there is nothing dutiful in his demeanour. * * * * * i think the spirit of the court and nobility of edward iii. and richard ii. was less gross than that in the time of henry viii.; for in this latter period the chivalry had evaporated, and the whole coarseness was left by itself. chaucer represents a very high and romantic style of society amongst the gentry. _june_ . . hypothesis.--suffiction.--theory.--lyell's geology.--gothic architecture. --gerard douw's "schoolmaster" and titian's "venus."--sir j. scarlett. it seems to me a great delusion to call or suppose the imagination of a subtle fluid, or molecules penetrable with the same, a legitimate hypothesis. it is a mere _suffiction_. newton took the fact of bodies falling to the centre, and upon that built up a legitimate hypothesis. it was a subposition of something certain. but descartes' vortices were not an hypothesis; they rested on no fact at all; and yet they did, in a clumsy way, explain the motions of the heavenly bodies. but your subtle fluid is pure gratuitous assumption; and for what use? it explains nothing. besides, you are endeavouring to deduce power from mass, in which you expressly say there is no power but the _vis inertiae_: whereas, the whole analogy of chemistry proves that power produces mass. * * * * * the use of a theory in the real sciences is to help the investigator to a complete view of all the hitherto discovered facts relating to the science in question; it is a collected view, [greek: the_orhia], of all he yet knows in _one_. of course, whilst any pertinent facts remain unknown, no theory can be exactly true, because every new fact must necessarily, to a greater or less degree, displace the relation of all the others. a theory, therefore, only helps investigation; it cannot invent or discover. the only true theories are those of geometry, because in geometry all the premisses are true and unalterable. but, to suppose that, in our present exceedingly imperfect acquaintance with the facts, any theory in chemistry or geology is altogether accurate, is absurd:--it cannot be true. mr. lyell's system of geology is just half the truth, and no more. he affirms a great deal that is true, and he denies a great deal which is equally true; which is the general characteristic of all systems not embracing the whole truth. so it is with the rectilinearity or undulatory motion of light;--i believe both; though philosophy has as yet but imperfectly ascertained the conditions of their alternate existence, or the laws by which they are regulated. * * * * * those who deny light to be matter do not, therefore, deny its corporeity. * * * * * the principle of the gothic architecture is infinity made imaginable. it is no doubt a sublimer effort of genius than the greek style; but then it depends much more on execution for its effect. i was more than ever impressed with the marvellous sublimity and transcendant beauty of king's college chapel.[ ] it is quite unparalleled. i think gerard douw's "schoolmaster," in the fitzwilliam museum, the finest thing of the sort i ever saw;--whether you look at it at the common distance, or examine it with a glass, the wonder is equal. and that glorious picture of the venus--so perfectly beautiful and perfectly innocent--as if beauty and innocence could not be dissociated! the french thing below is a curious instance of the inherent grossness of the french taste. titian's picture is made quite bestial. [footnote : mr. coleridge visited cambridge upon the occasion of the scientific meeting there in june, .--"my emotions," he said, "at revisiting the university were at first, overwhelming. i could not speak for an hour; yet my feelings were upon the whole very pleasurable, and i have not passed, of late years at least, three days of such great enjoyment and healthful excitement of mind and body. the bed on which i slept--and slept soundly too--was, as near as i can describe it, a couple of sacks full of potatoes tied together. i understand the young men think it hardens them. truly i lay down at night a man, and arose in the morning a bruise." he told me "that the men were much amused at his saying that the fine old quaker philosopher dalton's face was like all souls' college." the two persons of whom he spoke with the greatest interest were mr. faraday and mr. thirlwall; saying of the former, "that he seemed to have the true temperament of genius, that carrying-on of the spring and freshness of youthful, nay, boyish feelings, into the matured strength of manhood!" for, as mr. coleridge had long before expressed the same thought,--"to find no contradiction in the union of old and new; to contemplate the ancient of days and all his works with feelings as fresh as if all had then sprung forth at the first creative fiat, this characterizes the mind that feels the riddle of the world, and may help to unravel it. to carry on the feelings of childhood into the powers of manhood; to combine the child's sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances which everyday for perhaps forty years had rendered familiar; 'with sun and moon and stars throughout the year, and man and woman;'-- this is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the marks which distinguish genius from talent. and therefore is it the prime merit of genius, and its most unequivocal mode of manifestation, so to represent familiar objects as to awaken in the minds of others a kindred feeling concerning them, and that freshness of sensation which is the constant accompaniment of mental, no less than of bodily, convalescence. who has not a thousand times seen snow fall on water? who has not watched it with a new feeling, from the time that he has read burns's comparison of sensual pleasure 'to snow that falls upon a river, a moment white--then gone for ever!'" _biog. lit_. vol. i, p. .--ed.] * * * * * i think sir james scarlett's speech for the defendant, in the late action of cobbett v. the times, for a libel, worthy of the best ages of greece or rome; though, to be sure, some of his remarks could not have been very palatable to his clients. * * * * * i am glad you came in to punctuate my discourse, which i fear has gone on for an hour without any stop at all. _july_ . . mandeville's fable of the bees.--bestial theory.--character of bertram.-- beaumont and fletcher's dramas.--�schylus, sophocles, euripides,--milton. if i could ever believe that mandeville really meant any thing more by his fable of the bees than a _bonne bouche_ of solemn raillery, i should like to ask those man-shaped apes who have taken up his suggestions in earnest, and seriously maintained them as bases for a rational account of man and the world--how they explain the very existence of those dexterous cheats, those superior charlatans, the legislators and philosophers, who have known how to play so well upon the peacock-like vanity and follies of their fellow mortals. by the by, i wonder some of you lawyers (_sub rosa_, of course) have not quoted the pithy lines in mandeville upon this registration question:-- "the lawyers, of whose art the basis was raising feuds and splitting cases, _oppos'd all registers_, that cheats might make more work with dipt estates; as 'twere unlawful that one's own without a lawsuit should be known! they put off hearings wilfully, to finger the refreshing fee; and to defend a wicked cause examined and survey'd the laws, as burglars shops and houses do, to see where best they may break through." there is great hudibrastic vigour in these lines; and those on the doctors are also very terse. * * * * * look at that head of cline, by chantrey! is that forehead, that nose, those temples and that chin, akin to the monkey tribe? no, no. to a man of sensibility no argument could disprove the bestial theory so convincingly as a quiet contemplation of that fine bust. * * * * * i cannot agree with the solemn abuse which the critics have poured out upon bertram in "all's well that ends well." he was a young nobleman in feudal times, just bursting into manhood, with all the feelings of pride of birth and appetite for pleasure and liberty natural to such a character so circumstanced. of course he had never regarded helena otherwise than as a dependant in the family; and of all that which she possessed of goodness and fidelity and courage, which might atone for her inferiority in other respects, bertram was necessarily in a great measure ignorant. and after all, her _prima facie_ merit was the having inherited a prescription from her old father the doctor, by which she cures the king,--a merit, which supposes an extravagance of personal loyalty in bertram to make conclusive to him in such a matter as that of taking a wife. bertram had surely good reason to look upon the king's forcing him to marry helena as a very tyrannical act. indeed, it must be confessed that her character is not very delicate, and it required all shakspeare's consummate skill to interest us for her; and he does this chiefly by the operation of the other characters,--the countess, lafeu, &c. we get to like helena from their praising and commending her so much. * * * * * in beaumont and fletcher's tragedies the comic scenes are rarely so interfused amidst the tragic as to produce a unity of the tragic on the whole, without which the intermixture is a fault. in shakspeare, this is always managed with transcendant skill. the fool in lear contributes in a very sensible manner to the tragic wildness of the whole drama. beaumont and fletcher's serious plays or tragedies are complete hybrids,--neither fish nor flesh,--upon any rules, greek, roman, or gothic: and yet they are very delightful notwithstanding. no doubt, they imitate the ease of gentlemanly conversation better than shakspeare, who was unable _not_ to be too much associated to succeed perfectly in this. when i was a boy, i was fondest of �schylus; in youth and middle age i preferred euripides; now in my declining years i admire sophocles. i can now at length see that sophocles is the most perfect. yet he never rises to the sublime simplicity of �schylus--simplicity of design, i mean--nor diffuses himself in the passionate outpourings of euripides. i understand why the ancients called euripides the most tragic of their dramatists: he evidently embraces within the scope of the tragic poet many passions,-- love, conjugal affection, jealousy, and so on, which sophocles seems to have considered as incongruous with the ideal statuesqueness of the tragic drama. certainly euripides was a greater poet in the abstract than sophocles. his choruses may be faulty as choruses, but how beautiful and affecting they are as odes and songs! i think the famous [greek: euippoy xene], in oedipus coloneus[ ] cold in comparison with many of the odes of euripides, as that song of the chorus in the hippolytus--[greek: "eoos," eoos[ ]] and so on; and i remember a choric ode in the hecuba, which always struck me as exquisitely rich and finished; i mean, where the chorus speaks of troy and the night of the capture.[ ] there is nothing very surprising in milton's preference of euripides, though so unlike himself. it is very common--very natural--for men to _like_ and even admire an exhibition of power very different in kind from any thing of their own. no jealousy arises. milton preferred ovid too, and i dare say he admired both as a man of sensibility admires a lovely woman, with a feeling into which jealousy or envy cannot enter. with aeschylus or sophocles he might perchance have matched himself. in euripides you have oftentimes a very near approach to comedy, and i hardly know any writer in whom you can find such fine models of serious and dignified conversation. [footnote : greek: euíppoy, xége, tmsde chosas tchoy tà chzátista gãs esaula tdn àxgaeta kolanón'--ch. t. l. v. ] [footnote : greek: "exos" exos, ó chat' ômmátton s tázeos póthon eisagog glycheïan psuchä cháriu oûs èpithtzateúsei mae moi totè sèn chachõ phaneiaes maeô ãrruthmos ëlthois--x.t.l v. ] [footnote : i take it for granted that mr. coleridge alluded to the chorus,-- [greek: su men, _o patrhis ilias t_on aporhth_et_on polis ouketi lexei toion el- lan_on nephos amphi se krhuptei, dorhi d_e, dorhi perhsan--k. t. l.] v. . thou, then, oh, natal troy! no more the city of the unsack'd shalt be, so thick from dark achaia's shore the cloud of war hath covered thee. ah! not again i tread thy plain-- the spear--the spear hath rent thy pride; the flame hath scarr'd thee deep and wide; thy coronal of towers is shorn, and thou most piteous art--most naked and forlorn! i perish'd at the noon of night! when sleep had seal'd each weary eye; when the dance was o'er, and harps no more rang out in choral minstrelsy. in the dear bower of delight my husband slept in joy; his shield and spear suspended near, secure he slept: that sailor band full sure he deem'd no more should stand beneath the walls of troy. and i too, by the taper's light, which in the golden mirror's haze flash'd its interminable rays, bound up the tresses of my hair, that i love's peaceful sleep might share. i slept; but, hark! that war-shout dread, which rolling through the city spread; and this the cry,--"when, sons of greece, when shall the lingering leaguer cease; when will ye spoil troy's watch-tower high, and home return?"--i heard the cry, and, starting from the genial bed, veiled, as a doric maid, i fled, and knelt, diana, at thy holy fane, a trembling suppliant--all in vain.] july . . style.--cavalier slang.--juntos.--prose and verse.--imitation and copy. the collocation of words is so artificial in shakspeare and milton, that you may as well think of pushing a[ ] brick out of a wall with your forefinger, as attempt to remove a word out of any of their finished passages.[ ] a good lecture upon style might he composed, by taking on the one hand the slang of l'estrange, and perhaps, even of roger north,[ ] which became so fashionable after the restoration as a mark of loyalty; and on the other, the johnsonian magniloquence or the balanced metre of junius; and then showing how each extreme is faulty, upon different grounds. it is quite curious to remark the prevalence of the cavalier slang style in the divines of charles the second's time. barrow could not of course adopt such a mode of writing throughout, because he could not in it have communicated his elaborate thinkings and lofty rhetoric; but even barrow not unfrequently lets slip a phrase here and there in the regular roger north way--much to the delight, no doubt, of the largest part of his audience and contemporary readers. see particularly, for instances of this, his work on the pope's supremacy. south is full of it. the style of junius is a sort of metre, the law of which is a balance of thesis and antithesis. when he gets out of this aphorismic metre into a sentence of five or six lines long, nothing can exceed the slovenliness of the english. horne tooke and a long sentence seem the only two antagonists that were too much for him. still the antithesis of junius is a real antithesis of images or thought; but the antithesis of johnson is rarely more than verbal. the definition of good prose is--proper words in their proper places;--of good verse--the most proper words in their proper places. the propriety is in either case relative. the words in prose ought to express the intended meaning, and no more; if they attract attention to themselves, it is, in general, a fault. in the very best styles, as southey's, you read page after page, understanding the author perfectly, without once taking notice of the medium of communication;--it is as if he had been speaking to you all the while. but in verse you must do more;--there the words, the _media_, must be beautiful, and ought to attract your notice--yet not so much and so perpetually as to destroy the unity which ought to result from the whole poem. this is the general rule, but, of course, subject to some modifications, according to the different kinds of prose or verse. some prose may approach towards verse, as oratory, and therefore a more studied exhibition of the _media_ may be proper; and some verse may border more on mere narrative, and there the style should be simpler. but the great thing in poetry is, _quocunque modo_, to effect a unity of impression upon the whole; and a too great fulness and profusion of point in the parts will prevent this. who can read with pleasure more than a hundred lines or so of hudibras at one time? each couplet or quatrain is so whole in itself, that you can't connect them. there is no fusion,--just as it is in seneca. [footnote : they led me to the sounding shore-- heavens! as i passed the crowded way, my bleeding lord before me lay-- i saw--i saw--and wept no more, till, as the homeward breezes bore the bark returning o'er the sea, my gaze, oh ilion, turn'd on thee! then, frantic, to the midnight air, i cursed aloud the adulterous pair:-- "they plunge me deep in exile's woe; they lay my country low: their love--no love! but some dark spell, in vengeance breath'd, by spirit fell. rise, hoary sea, in awful tide, and whelm that vessel's guilty pride; nor e'er, in high mycene's hall, let helen boast in peace of mighty ilion's fall." the translation was given to me by mr. justice coleridge.--ed.] [footnote : "the amotion or transposition will alter the thought, or the feeling, or at least the tone. they are as pieces of mosaic work, from which you cannot strike the smallest block without making a hole in the picture."-- _quarterly review_, no. ciii. p. .] [footnote : but mr. coleridge took a great distinction between north and the other writers commonly associated with him. in speaking of the examen and the life of lord north, in the friend, mr. c. calls them "two of the most interesting biographical works in our language, both for the weight of the matter, and the _incuriosa felicitas_ of the style. the pages are all alive with the genuine idioms of our mother tongue. a fastidious taste, it is true, will find offence in the occasional vulgarisms, or what we now call _slang_, which not a few of our writers, shortly after the restoration of charles the second, seem to have affected as a mark of loyalty. these instances, however, are but a trifling drawback. they are not _sought for_, as is too often and too plainly done by l'estrange, collyer, tom brown, and their imitators. north never goes out of his way, either to seek them, or to avoid them; and, in the main, his language gives us the very nerve, pulse, and sinew of a hearty, healthy, conversational _english_."--vol. ii. p. .--ed.] * * * * * imitation is the mesothesis of likeness and difference. the difference is as essential to it as the likeness; for without the difference, it would be copy or facsimile. but to borrow a term from astronomy, it is a librating mesothesis: for it may verge more to likeness as in painting, or more to difference, as in sculpture. july . . dr. johnson.--boswell.--burke.--newton.--milton. dr. johnson's fame now rests principally upon boswell. it is impossible not to be amused with such a book. but his _bow-wow_ manner must have had a good deal to do with the effect produced;--for no one, i suppose, will set johnson before burke,--and burke was a great and universal talker;--yet now we hear nothing of this except by some chance remarks in boswell. the fact is, burke, like all men of genius who love to talk at all, was very discursive and continuous; hence he is not reported; he seldom said the sharp short things that johnson almost always did, which produce a more decided effect at the moment, and which are so much more easy to carry off.[ ] besides, as to burke's testimony to johnson's powers, you must remember that burke was a great courtier; and after all, burke said and wrote more than once that he thought johnson greater in talking than writing, and greater in boswell than in real life.[ ] [footnote : burke, i am persuaded, was not so continuous a talker as coleridge. madame de stael told a nephew of the latter, at coppet, that mr. c. was a master of monologue, _mais qu'il ne savait pas le dialogue_. there was a spice of vindictiveness in this, the exact history of which is not worth explaining. and if dialogue must be cut down in its meaning to small talk, i, for one, will admit that coleridge, amongst his numberless qualifications, possessed it not. but i am sure that he could, when it suited him, converse as well as any one else, and with women he frequently did converse in a very winning and popular style, confining them, however, as well as he could, to the detail of facts or of their spontaneous emotions. in general, it was certainly otherwise. "you must not be surprised," he said to me, "at my talking so long to you--i pass so much of my time in pain and solitude, yet everlastingly thinking, that, when you or any other persons call on me, i can hardly help easing my mind by pouring forth some of the accumulated mass of reflection and feeling, upon an apparently interested recipient." but the principal reason, no doubt, was the habit of his intellect, which was under a law of discoursing upon all subjects with reference to ideas or ultimate ends. you might interrupt him when you pleased, and he was patient of every sort of conversation except mere personality, which he absolutely hated.--ed.] [footnote : this was said, i believe, to the late sir james mackintosh.--ed.] * * * * * newton _was_ a great man, but you must excuse me if i think that it would take many newtons to make one milton. _july_ . . painting.----music.----poetry. it is a poor compliment to pay to a painter to tell him that his figure stands out of the canvass, or that you start at the likeness of the portrait. take almost any daub, cut it out of the canvass, and place the figure looking into or out of a window, and any one may take it for life. or take one of mrs. salmon's wax queens or generals, and you will very sensibly feel the difference between a copy, as they are, and an imitation, of the human form, as a good portrait ought to be. look at that flower vase of van huysum, and at these wax or stone peaches and apricots! the last are likest to their original, but what pleasure do they give? none, except to children.[ ] some music is above me; most music is beneath me. i like beethoven and mozart--or else some of the aërial compositions of the elder italians, as palestrina[ ] and carissimi.--and i love purcell. the best sort of music is what it should be--sacred; the next best, the military, has fallen to the lot of the devil. good music never tires me, nor sends me to sleep. i feel physically refreshed and strengthened by it, as milton says he did. i could write as good verses now as ever i did, if i were perfectly free from vexations, and were in the _ad libitum_ hearing of fine music, which has a sensible effect in harmonizing my thoughts, and in animating and, as it were, lubricating my inventive faculty. the reason of my not finishing christabel is not, that i don't know how to do it--for i have, as i always had, the whole plan entire from beginning to end in my mind; but i fear i could not carry on with equal success the execution of the idea, an extremely subtle and difficult one. besides, after this continuation of faust, which they tell me is very poor, who can have courage to attempt[ ] a reversal of the judgment of all criticism against continuations? let us except don quixote, however, although the second part of that transcendant work is not exactly _uno flatu_ with the original conception. [footnote : this passage, and those following, will evidence, what the readers even of this little work must have seen, that mr. coleridge had an eye, almost exclusively, for the ideal or universal in painting and music. he knew nothing of the details of handling in the one, or of rules of composition in the other. yet he was, to the best of my knowledge, an unerring judge of the merits of any serious effort in the fine arts, and detected the leading thought or feeling of the artist, with a decision which used sometimes to astonish me. every picture which i have looked at in company with him, seems now, to my mind, translated into english. he would sometimes say, after looking for a minute at a picture, generally a modern one, "there's no use in stopping at this; for i see the painter had no idea. it is mere mechanical drawing. come on; _here_ the artist _meant_ something for the mind." it was just the same with his knowledge of music. his appetite for what he thought good was literally inexhaustible. he told me he could listen to fine music for twelve hours together, and go away _refreshed_. but he required in music either thought or feeling; mere addresses to the sensual ear he could not away with; hence his utter distaste for rossini, and his reverence for beethoven and mozart--ed.] [footnote : giovanni pierluigi da palestrina was born about , and died in . i believe he may be considered the founder or reformer of the italian church music. his masses, motets, and hymns are tolerably well known amongst lovers of the old composers; but mr. coleridge used to speak with delight of some of palestrina's madrigals which he heard at rome. giacomo carissimi composed about the years -- . his style has been charged with effeminacy; but mr. c. thought it very graceful and chaste. henry purcell needs no addition in england.--ed.] [footnote : "the thing attempted in christabel is the most difficult of execution in the whole field of romance--witchery by daylight--and the success is complete."--_quarterly review_, no. ciii. p. .] _july . ._ public schools. i am clear for public schools as the general rule; but for particular children private education may be proper. for the purpose of moving at ease in the best english society,--mind, i don't call the london exclusive clique the best english society,--the defect of a public education upon the plan of our great schools and oxford and cambridge is hardly to be supplied. but the defect is visible positively in some men, and only negatively in others. the first _offend_ you by habits and modes of thinking and acting directly attributable to their private education; in the others you only regret that the freedom and facility of the established and national mode of bringing up is not _added_ to their good qualities. * * * * * i more than doubt the expediency of making even elementary mathematics a part of the routine in the system of the great schools. it is enough, i think, that encouragement and facilities should be given; and i think more will be thus effected than by compelling all. much less would i incorporate the german or french, or any modern language, into the school labours. i think that a great mistake.[ ] [footnote : "one constant blunder"--i find it so pencilled by mr. c. on a margin--"of these new-broomers--these penny magazine sages and philanthropists, in reference to our public schools, is to confine their view to what schoolmasters teach the boys, with entire oversight of all that the boys are excited to learn from each other and of themselves--with more geniality even because it is not a part of their compelled school knowledge. an eton boy's knowledge of the st. lawrence, mississippi, missouri, orellana, &c. will be, generally, found in exact proportion to his knowledge of the ilissus, hebrus, orontes, &c.; inasmuch as modern travels and voyages are more entertaining and fascinating than cellarius; or robinson crusoe, dampier, and captain cook, than the periegesis. compare the _lads_ themselves from eton and harrow, &c. with the alumni of the new-broom institution, and not the lists of school-lessons; and be that comparison the criterion.--ed.] august , . scott and coleridge. dear sir walter scott and myself were exact, but harmonious, opposites in this;--that every old ruin, hill, river, or tree called up in his mind a host of historical or biographical associations,--just as a bright pan of brass, when beaten, is said to attract the swarming bees;--whereas, for myself, notwithstanding dr. johnson, i believe i should walk over the plain of marathon without taking more interest in it than in any other plain of similar features. yet i receive as much pleasure in reading the account of the battle, in herodotus, as any one can. charles lamb wrote an essay [ ] on a man who lived in past time:--i thought of adding another to it on one who lived not in time at all, past, present, or future,--but beside or collaterally. [footnote : i know not when or where; but are not all the writings of this exquisite genius the effusions of one whose spirit lived in past time? the place which lamb holds, and will continue to hold, in english literature, seems less liable to interruption than that of any other writer of our day.--ed.] august . . nervous weakness.----hooker and bull.-----faith.----a poet's need of praise. a person, nervously weak, has a sensation of weakness which is as bad to him as muscular weakness. the only difference lies in the better chance of removal. * * * * * the fact, that hooker and bull, in their two palmary works respectively, are read in the jesuit colleges, is a curious instance of the power of mind over the most profound of all prejudices. there are permitted moments of exultation through faith, when we cease to feel our own emptiness save as a capacity for our redeemer's fulness. * * * * * there is a species of applause scarcely less genial to a poet, than the vernal warmth to the feathered songsters during their nest-breeding or incubation; a sympathy, an expressed hope, that is the open air in which the poet breathes, and without which the sense of power sinks back on itself, like a sigh heaved up from the tightened chest of a sick man. _august_ . . quakers.--philanthropists.--jews. a quaker is made up of ice and flame. he has no composition, no mean temperature. hence he is rarely interested about any public measure but he becomes a fanatic, and oversteps, in his irrespective zeal, every decency and every right opposed to his course. * * * * * i have never known a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in heart somewhere or other. individuals so distinguished are usually unhappy in their family relations,--men not benevolent or beneficent to individuals, but almost hostile to them, yet lavishing money and labour and time on the race, the abstract notion. the cosmopolitism which does not spring out of, and blossom upon, the deep-rooted stem of nationality or patriotism, is a spurious and rotten growth. * * * * * when i read the ninth, tenth, and eleventh chapters of the epistle to the romans to that fine old man mr. ----, at ramsgate, he shed tears. any jew of sensibility must be deeply impressed by them. * * * * * the two images farthest removed from each other which can be comprehended under one term, are, i think, isaiah [ ]--"hear, o heavens, and give ear, o earth!"--and levi of holywell street--"old clothes!"--both of them jews, you'll observe. _immane quantum discrepant!_ [footnote : i remember mr. coleridge used to call isaiah his ideal of the hebrew prophet. he studied that part of the scripture with unremitting attention and most reverential admiration. although mr. c. was remarkably deficient in the technical memory of words, he could say a great deal of isaiah by heart, and he delighted in pointing out the hexametrical rhythm of numerous passages in the english version:-- "hear, o heavens, and give ear, | o earth: for the lord hath spoken. i have nourished and brought up children, | and they have rebelled against me. the ox knoweth his owner, | and the ass his master's crib: but israel doth not know, | my people doth not consider."--ed.] _august_ . . sallust.--thucydides.--herodotus.--gibbon.--key to the decline of the roman empire. i consider the two works of sallust which have come down to us entire, as romances founded on facts; no adequate causes are stated, and there is no real continuity of action. in thucydides, you are aware from the beginning that you are reading the reflections of a man of great genius and experience upon the character and operation of the two great political principles in conflict in the civilized world in his time; his narrative of events is of minor importance, and it is evident that he selects for the purpose of illustration. it is thucydides himself whom you read throughout under the names of pericles, nicias, &c. but in herodotus it is just the reverse. he has as little subjectivity as homer, and, delighting in the great fancied epic of events, he narrates them without impressing any thing as of his own mind upon the narrative. it is the charm of herodotus that he gives you the spirit of his age--that of thucydides, that he reveals to you his own, which was above the spirit of his age. the difference between the composition of a history in modern and ancient times is very great; still there are certain principles upon which the history of a modern period may be written, neither sacrificing all truth and reality, like gibbon, nor descending into mere biography and anecdote. gibbon's style is detestable, but his style is not the worst thing about him. his history has proved an effectual bar to all real familiarity with the temper and habits of imperial rome. few persons read the original authorities, even those which are classical; and certainly no distinct knowledge of the actual state of the empire can be obtained from gibbon's rhetorical sketches. he takes notice of nothing but what may produce an effect; he skips on from eminence to eminence, without ever taking you through the valleys between: in fact, his work is little else but a disguised collection of all the splendid anecdotes which he could find in any book concerning any persons or nations from the antonines to the capture of constantinople. when i read a chapter in gibbon, i seem to be looking through a luminous haze or fog:--figures come and go, i know not how or why, all larger than life, or distorted or discoloured; nothing is real, vivid, true; all is scenical, and, as it were, exhibited by candlelight. and then to call it a history of the decline and fall of the roman empire! was there ever a greater misnomer? i protest i do not remember a single philosophical attempt made throughout the work to fathom the ultimate causes of the decline or fall of that empire. how miserably deficient is the narrative of the important reign of justinian! and that poor scepticism, which gibbon mistook for socratic philosophy, has led him to misstate and mistake the character and influence of christianity in a way which even an avowed infidel or atheist would not and could not have done. gibbon was a man of immense reading; but he had no philosophy; and he never fully understood the principle upon which the best of the old historians wrote. he attempted to imitate their artificial construction of the whole work--their dramatic ordonnance of the parts--without seeing that their histories were intended more as documents illustrative of the truths of political philosophy than as mere chronicles of events. the true key to the declension of the roman empire--which is not to be found in all gibbon's immense work--may be stated in two words:--the _imperial_ character overlaying, and finally destroying, the _national_ character. rome under trajan was an empire without a nation. _august_ . . dr. johnson's political pamphlets.--taxation.-direct representation.--- universal suffrage.---right of women to vote----horne tooke.----etymology of the final ive. i like dr. johnson's political pamphlets better than any other parts of his works:-particularly his "taxation no tyranny" is very clever and spirited, though he only sees half of his subject, and that not in a very philosophical manner. plunder--tribute--taxation--are the three gradations of action by the sovereign on the property of the subject. the first is mere violence, bounded by no law or custom, and is properly an act only between conqueror and conquered, and that, too, in the moment of victory. the second supposes law; but law proceeding only from, and dictated by, one party, the conqueror; law, by which he consents to forego his right of plunder upon condition of the conquered giving up to him, of their own accord, a fixed commutation. the third implies compact, and negatives any right to plunder,--taxation being professedly for the direct benefit of the party taxed, that, by paying a part, he may through the labours and superintendence of the sovereign be able to enjoy the rest in peace. as to the right to tax being only commensurate with direct representation, it is a fable, falsely and treacherously brought forward by those who know its hollowness well enough. you may show its weakness in a moment, by observing that not even the universal suffrage of the benthamites avoids the difficulty;--for although it may be allowed to be contrary to decorum that women should legislate; yet there can be no reason why women should not choose their representatives to legislate;--and if it be said that they are merged in their husbands, let it be allowed where the wife has no separate property; but where she has a distinct taxable estate, in which her husband has no interest, what right can her husband have to choose for her the person whose vote may affect her separate interest?--besides, at all events, an unmarried woman of age, possessing one thousand pounds a year, has surely as good a moral right to vote, if taxation without representation is tyranny, as any ten-pounder in the kingdom. the truth, of course, is, that direct representation is a chimera, impracticable in fact, and useless or noxious if practicable. johnson had neither eye nor ear; for nature, therefore, he cared, as he knew, nothing. his knowledge of town life was minute; but even that was imperfect, as not being contrasted with the better life of the country. horne tooke was once holding forth on language, when, turning to me, he asked me if i knew what the meaning of the final _ive_ was in english words. i said i thought i could tell what he, horne tooke himself, thought. "why, what?" said he. "_vis_," i replied; and he acknowledged i had guessed right. i told him, however, that i could not agree with him; but believed that the final _ive_ came from _ick_--_vicus_, [greek: --] a'txaq; the root denoting collectivity and community, and that it was opposed to the final _ing_, which signifies separation, particularity, and individual property, from _ingle_, a hearth, or one man's place or seat: [greek: --] oi'xo?, _vicus_, denoted an aggregation of _ingles_. the alteration of the _c_ and _k_ of the root into the _v_ was evidently the work of the digammate power, and hence we find the _icus_ and _ivus_ indifferently as finals in latin. the precise difference of the etymologies is apparent in these phrases:--- the lamb is spor_tive;_ that is, has a nature or habit of sporting: the lamb is sport_ing;_ that is, the animal is now performing a sport. horne tooke upon this said nothing to my etymology; but i believe he found that he could not make a fool of me, as he did of godwin and some other of his butts. august . . "the lord" in the english version of the psalms, etc.----scotch kirk and irving. it is very extraordinary that, in our translation of the psalms, which professes to be from the hebrew, the name jehovah--[hebrew: --] 'o -- the being, or god--should be omitted, and, instead of it, the [hebrew: --] ktlpio?, or lord, of the septuagint be adopted. the alexandrian jews had a superstitious dread of writing the name of god, and put [greek: kurhios] not as a translation, but as a mere mark or sign--every one readily understanding for what it really stood. we, who have no such superstition, ought surely to restore the jehovah, and thereby bring out in the true force the overwhelming testimony of the psalms to the divinity of christ, the jehovah or manifested god.[ ] [footnote : i find the same remark in the late most excellent bishop sandford's diary, under date th december, :--"[greek: chairhete en t_o kurhi_o kurhios] idem significat quod [hebrew: --] apud hebraeos. hebraei enim nomine [hebrew: --] sanctissimo nempe dei nomine, nunquam in colloquio utebantur, sed vice ejus [hebrew: --] pronuntiabant, quod lxx per [greek: kurhios] exprimebant."--_remains of bishop sandford_, vol. i. p. . mr. coleridge saw this work for the first time many months after making the observation in the text. indeed it was the very last book he ever read. he was deeply interested in the picture drawn of the bishop, and said that the mental struggles and bodily sufferings indicated in the diary had been his own for years past. he conjured me to peruse the memoir and the diary with great care:--"i have received," said he, "much spiritual comfort and strength from the latter. o! were my faith and devotion, like my sufferings, equal to that good man's! he felt, as i do, how deep a depth is prayer in faith." in connection with the text, i may add here, that mr. c. said, that long before he knew that the late bishop middleton was of the same opinion, he had deplored the misleading inadequacy of our authorized version of the expression, [greek: pr_ototokos pas_es ktise_os] in the epistle to the colossians, i. .: [greek: hos estin eik_on tou theou tou aoratou, pr_ototokos pas_es ktise_os.] he rendered the verse in these words:--"who is the manifestation of god the invisible, the begotten antecedently to all creation;" observing, that in [greek: pr_ototokos] there was a double superlative of priority, and that the natural meaning of "_first-born of every creature_,"--the language of our version,--afforded no premiss for the causal [greek: hoti] in the next verse. the same criticism may be found in the stateman's manual, p. . n.; and see bishop sandford's judgment to the same effect, vol. i. p. .--ed.] * * * * * i cannot understand the conduct of the scotch kirk with regard to poor irving. they might with ample reason have visited him for the monstrous indecencies of those exhibitions of the spirit;--perhaps the kirk would not have been justified in overlooking such disgraceful breaches of decorum; but to excommunicate him on account of his language about christ's body was very foolish. irving's expressions upon this subject are ill judged, inconvenient, in had taste, and in terms false: nevertheless his apparent meaning, such as it is, is orthodox. christ's body--as mere body, or rather carcass (for body is an associated word), was no more capable of sin or righteousness than mine or yours;--that his humanity had a capacity of sin, follows from its own essence. he was of like passions as we, and was tempted. how could he be tempted, if he had no formal capacity of being seduced? it is irving's error to use declamation, high and passionate rhetoric, not introduced and pioneered by calm and clear logic, which is--to borrow a simile, though with a change in the application, from the witty-wise, but not always wisely-witty, fuller--like knocking a nail into a board, without wimbling a hole for it, and which then either does not enter, or turns crooked, or splits the wood it pierces. august . . milton's egotism.--claudian.--sterne. in the paradise lost--indeed in every one of his poems--it is milton himself whom you see; his satan, his adam, his raphael, almost his eve--are all john milton; and it is a sense of this intense egotism that gives me the greatest pleasure in reading milton's works. the egotism of such a man is a revelation of spirit. * * * * * claudian deserves more attention than is generally paid to him. he is the link between the old classic and the modern way of thinking in verse. you will observe in him an oscillation between the objective poetry of the ancients and the subjective mood of the moderns. his power of pleasingly reproducing the same thought in different language is remarkable, as it is in pope. read particularly the phoenix, and see how the single image of renascence is varied.[ ] [footnote : mr. coleridge referred to claudian's first idyll:--"oceani summo circumfluus cequore lucus trans indos eurumque viret," &c. see the lines-- "hic neque concepto fetu, nec semine surgit; sed pater est prolesque sibi, nulloque creante emeritos artus foecunda morte reformat, et petit alternam totidem per funera vitam. ... et cumulum texens pretiosa fronde sabaeum componit bustumque sibi partumque futurum. ... o senium positure rogo, falsisque sepulcris natales habiture vices, qui saepe renasci exitio, proprioque soles pubescere leto, accipe principium rursus. ... parturiente rogo-- ... victuri cineres-- ... qm fuerat genitor, natus nunc prosilit idem, succeditque novus--- ... o felix, haeresque tui! quo solvimur omnes, hoc tibi suppeditat vires; praebetur origo per cinerem; moritur te non pereunte senectus."--ed.] * * * * * i think highly of sterne--that is, of the first part of tristram shandy: for as to the latter part about the widow wadman, it is stupid and disgusting; and the sentimental journey is poor sickly stuff. there is a great deal of affectation in sterne, to be sure; but still the characters of trim and the two shandies[ ] are most individual and delightful. sterne's morals are bad, but i don't think they can do much harm to any one whom they would not find bad enough before. besides, the oddity and erudite grimaces under which much of his dirt is hidden take away the effect for the most part; although, to be sure, the book is scarcely readable by women. [footnote : mr. coleridge considered the character of the father, the elder shandy, as by much the finer delineation of the two. i fear his low opinion of the sentimental journey will not suit a thorough sterneist; but i could never get him to modify his criticism. he said, "the oftener you read sterne, the more clearly will you perceive the _great_ difference between tristram shandy and the sentimental journey. there is truth and reality in the one, and little beyond a clever affectation in the other."--ed.] august . . humour and genius.--great poets good men.--diction of the old and new testament version.--hebrew.--vowels and consonants. men of humour are always in some degree men of genius; wits are rarely so, although a man of genius may amongst other gifts possess wit, as shakspeare. * * * * * genius must have talent as its complement and implement, just as in like manner imagination must have fancy. in short, the higher intellectual powers can only act through a corresponding energy of the lower. * * * * * men of genius are rarely much annoyed by the company of vulgar people, because they have a power of looking _at_ such persons as objects of amusement of another race altogether. * * * * * i quite agree with strabo, as translated by ben jonson in his splendid dedication of the fox[ ]--that there can be no great poet who is not a good man, though not, perhaps, a _goody_ man. his heart must be pure; he must have learned to look into his own heart, and sometimes to look _at_ it; for how can he who is ignorant of his own heart know any thing of, or be able to move, the heart of any one else? [footnote : [greek: 'h de (arhet_e) poi_etou synezeyktai t_e tou anthrh_opou kai ouch oion te agathon genesthai poi_et_en, m_e prhoterhon gen_ethenta angrha agathon.]--lib. i. p. . folio. "for, if men will impartially, and not asquint, look toward the offices and function of a poet, they will easily conclude to themselves the impossibility of any man's being the good poet without first being a good man."] * * * * * i think there is a perceptible difference in the elegance and correctness of the english in our versions of the old and new testament. i cannot yield to the authority of many examples of usages which may be alleged from the new testament version. st. paul is very often most inadequately rendered, and there are slovenly phrases which would never have come from ben jonson or any other good prose writer of that day. * * * * * hebrew is so simple, and its words are so few and near the roots, that it is impossible to keep up any adequate knowledge of it without constant application. the meanings of the words are chiefly traditional. the loss of origen's heptaglott bible, in which he had written out the hebrew words in greek characters, is the heaviest which biblical literature has ever experienced. it would have fixed the sounds as known at that time. * * * * * brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants. it is natural, therefore, that the consonants should be marked first, as being the framework of the word; and no doubt a very simple living language might be written quite intelligibly to the natives without any vowel sounds marked at all. the words would be traditionally and conventionally recognized as in short hand--thus--_gd crtd th hvn nd th rth_. i wish i understood arabic; and yet i doubt whether to the european philosopher or scholar it is worth while to undergo the immense labour of acquiring that or any other oriental tongue, except hebrew. _august_ . . greek accent and quantity. the distinction between accent and quantity is clear, and was, no doubt, observed by the ancients in the recitation of verse. but i believe such recitation to have been always an artificial thing, and that the common conversation was entirely regulated by accent. i do not think it possible to _talk_ any language without confounding the quantity of syllables with their high or low tones[ ]; although you may _sing_ or _recitative_ the difference well enough. why should the marks of accent have been considered exclusively necessary for teaching the pronunciation to the asiatic or african hellenist, if the knowledge of the acuted syllable did not also carry the stress of time with it? if _[greek: **anthropos]_ was to be pronounced in common conversation with a perceptible distinction of the length of the penultima as well as of the elevation of the antepenultima, why was not that long quantity also marked? it was surely as important an ingredient in the pronunciation as the accent. and although the letter omega might in such a word show the quantity, yet what do you say to such words as [greek: lelonchasi, tupsasa], and the like--the quantity of the penultima of which is not marked to the eye at all? besides, can we altogether disregard the practice of the modern greeks? their confusion of accent and quantity in verse is of course a barbarism, though a very old one, as the _versus politici_ of john tzetzes [ ] in the twelfth century and the anacreontics prefixed to proclus will show; but these very examples prove _a fortiori_ what the common pronunciation in prose then was. [footnote : this opinion, i need not say, is in direct opposition to the conclusion of foster and mitford, and scarcely reconcilable with the apparent meaning of the authorities from the old critics and grammarians. foster's opponent was for rejecting the accents and attending only to the syllabic quantity;--mr. c. would, _in prose_, attend to the accents only as indicators of the quantity, being unable to conceive any practical distinction between time and tone in common speech. yet how can we deal with the authority of dionysius of halicarnassus alone, who, on the one hand, discriminates quantity so exquisitely as to make four degrees of _shortness_ in the penultimates of _[greek: --hodos hr odos, tz opos]_ and _[greek: --stz ophos]_, and this expressly _[greek: --eu logois psilois]_, or plain prose, as well as in verse; and on the other hand declares, according to the evidently correct interpretation of the passage, that the difference between music and ordinary speech consists in the number only, and not in the quality, of tones:--_[greek: **to poso diallattousa taes su odais kahi oznauois, kahi ouchi to poio_. (pezhi sun. c. .?]) the extreme sensibility of the athenian ear to the accent in prose is, indeed, proved by numerous anecdotes, one of the most amusing of which, though, perhaps, not the best authenticated as a fact, is that of demosthenes in the speech for the crown, asking, "whether, o athenians, does aeschines appear to you to be the mercenary (_[greek: **misthothos]_} of alexander, or his guest or friend (_[greek: **xenos]_)?" it is said that he pronounced _[greek: **misthothos]_ with a false accent on the antepenultima, as _[greek: **misthotos]_, and that upon the audience immediately crying out, by way of correction, _[greek: **misthothos]_, with an emphasis, the orator continued coolly,--_[greek: **achoueis a legousi]_--"you yourself hear what they say!" demosthenes is also said, whether affectedly, or in ignorance, to have sworn in some speech by _[greek: asklaepios]_, throwing the accent falsely on the antepenultima, and that, upon being interrupted for it, he declared, in his justification, that the pronunciation was proper, for that the divinity was _[greek: aepios]_, mild. the expressions in plutarch are very striking:--"[greek: **thozuxon ekinaesen, omnue dhe kahi thon' asklaepion, pzopasoxunon' asklaepion, kai pazedeiknuen autohn ozthos legonta' einai gahz tohn thehon aepion' kahi epi outo polakis hethozuzaethae." dec. orat._--ed.] [footnote : see his chiliads. the sort of verses to which mr. coleridge alluded are the following, which those who consider the scansion to be accentual, take for tetrameter catalectic iambics, like-- [greek: ----] ( _chil_. i. i 'll climb the frost | y mountains high |, and there i 'll coin | the weather; i'll tear the rain | bow from the sky |, and tie both ends | together. some critics, however, maintain these verses to be trochaics, although very loose and faulty. see foster, p. . a curious instance of the early confusion of accent and quantity may be seen in prudentius, who shortens the penultima in _eremus_ and _idola_, from [greek: ezaemos] and [greek: eidola]. cui jejuna _eremi_ saxa loquacibus exundant scatebris, &c. _cathemer_. v. . --cognatumque malum, pigmenta, camoenas, _idola_, conflavit fallendi trina potestas. _cont. symm_. .--ed.] _august . ._ consolation in distress.---mock evangelicals.--autumn day. i am never very forward in offering spiritual consolation to any one in distress or disease. i believe that such resources, to be of any service, must be self-evolved in the first instance. i am something of the quaker's mind in this, and am inclined to _wait_ for the spirit. * * * * * the most common effect of this mock evangelical spirit, especially with young women, is self-inflation and busy-bodyism. * * * * * how strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day! august . . rosetti on dante.--laughter: farce and tragedy. rosetti's view of dante's meaning is in great part just, but he has pushed it beyond all bounds of common sense. how could a poet--and such a poet as dante--have written the details of the allegory as conjectured by rosetti? the boundaries between his allegory and his pure picturesque are plain enough, i think, at first reading. * * * * * to resolve laughter into an expression of contempt is contrary to fact, and laughable enough. laughter is a convulsion of the nerves; and it seems as if nature cut short the rapid thrill of pleasure on the nerves by a sudden convulsion of them, to prevent the sensation becoming painful. aristotle's definition is as good as can be:--surprise at perceiving any thing out of its usual place, when the unusualness is not accompanied by a sense of serious danger. _such_ surprise is always pleasurable; and it is observable that surprise accompanied with circumstances of danger becomes tragic. hence farce may often border on tragedy; indeed, farce is nearer tragedy in its essence than comedy is. august . . baron von humboldt.--modern diplomatists. baron von humboldt, brother of the great traveller, paid me the following compliment at rome:--"i confess, mr. coleridge, i had my suspicions that you were here in a political capacity of some sort or other; but upon reflection i acquit you. for in germany and, i believe, elsewhere on the continent, it is generally understood that the english government, in order to divert the envy and jealousy of the world at the power, wealth, and ingenuity of your nation, makes a point, as a _ruse de guerre_, of sending out none but fools of gentlemanly birth and connections as diplomatists to the courts abroad. an exception is, perhaps, sometimes made for a clever fellow, if sufficiently libertine and unprincipled." is the case much altered now, do you know? * * * * * what dull coxcombs your diplomatists at home generally are. i remember dining at mr. frere's once in company with canning and a few other interesting men. just before dinner lord ---- called on frere, and asked himself to dinner. from the moment of his entry he began to talk to the whole party, and in french--all of us being genuine english--and i was told his french was execrable. he had followed the russian army into france, and seen a good deal of the great men concerned in the war: of none of those things did he say a word, but went on, sometimes in english and sometimes in french, gabbling about cookery and dress and the like. at last he paused for a little--and i said a few words remarking how a great image may be reduced to the ridiculous and contemptible by bringing the constituent parts into prominent detail, and mentioned the grandeur of the deluge and the preservation of life in genesis and the paradise lost [ ], and the ludicrous effect produced by drayton's description in his noah's flood:-- "and now the beasts are walking from the wood, as well of ravine, as that chew the cud. the king of beasts his fury doth suppress, and to the ark leads down the lioness; the bull for his beloved mate doth low, and to the ark brings on the fair-eyed cow," &c. hereupon lord ---- resumed, and spoke in raptures of a picture which he had lately seen of noah's ark, and said the animals were all marching two and two, the little ones first, and that the elephants came last in great majesty and filled up the fore-ground. "ah! no doubt, my lord," said canning; "your elephants, wise fellows! staid behind to pack up their trunks!" this floored the ambassador for half an hour. in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries almost all our ambassadors were distinguished men. [ ] read lloyd's state worthies. the third-rate men of those days possessed an infinity of knowledge, and were intimately versed not only in the history, but even in the heraldry, of the countries in which they were resident. men were almost always, except for mere compliments, chosen for their dexterity and experience--not, as now, by parliamentary interest. [footnote : genesis, c. vi. vii. par. lost, book xi. v. , &c.] [footnote : yet diego de mendoza, the author of lazarillo de tormes, himself a veteran diplomatist, describes his brethren of the craft, and their duties, in the reigns of charles the emperor and philip the second, in the following terms:-- o embajadores, puros majaderos, que si los reyes quieren engañar, comienzan por nosotros los primeros. _nuestro mayor negocio es, no dañar, y jamas hacer cosa, ni dezilla, que no corramos riesgo de enseñar._ what a pity it is that modern diplomatists, who, for the most part, very carefully observe the precept contained in the last two lines of this passage, should not equally bear in mind the importance of the preceding remark--_that their principal business is just to do no mischief_.--ed.] * * * * * the sure way to make a foolish ambassador is to bring him up to it. what can an english minister abroad really want but an honest and bold heart, a love for his country and the ten commandments? your art diplomatic is stuff:--no truly greatly man now would negotiate upon any such shallow principles. august . . man cannot be stationary.--fatalism and providence.--sympathy in joy. if a man is not rising upwards to be an angel, depend upon it, he is sinking downwards to be a devil. he cannot stop at the beast. the most savage of men are not beasts; they are worse, a great deal worse. * * * * * the conduct of the mohammedan and western nations on the subject of contagious plague illustrates the two extremes of error on the nature of god's moral government of the world. the turk changes providence into fatalism; the christian relies upon it--when he has nothing else to rely on. he does not practically rely upon it at all. * * * * * for compassion a human heart suffices; but for full and adequate sympathy with joy an angel's only. and ever remember, that the more exquisite and delicate a flower of joy, the tenderer must be the hand that plucks it. _september_ . . characteristic temperament of nations.--greek particles.--latin compounds.- -propertius.--tibullus.--lucan.--statius.--valerius flaccus.--claudian.-- persius.------prudentius.--hermesianax. the english affect stimulant nourishment--beef and beer. the french, excitants, irritants--nitrous oxide, alcohol, champagne. the austrians, sedatives--hyoscyamus. the russians, narcotics--opium, tobacco, and beng. * * * * * it is worth particular notice how the style of greek oratory, so full, in the times of political independence, of connective particles, some of passion, some of sensation only, and escaping the classification of mere grammatical logic, became, in the hands of the declaimers and philosophers of the alexandrian era, and still later, entirely deprived of this peculiarity. so it was with homer as compared with nonnus, tryphiodorus, and the like. in the latter there are in the same number of lines fewer words by one half than in the iliad. all the appoggiaturas of time are lost. all the greek writers after demosthenes and his contemporaries, what are they but the leavings of tyranny, in which a few precious things seem sheltered by the mass of rubbish! yet, whenever liberty began but to hope and strive, a polybius appeared. theocritus is almost the only instance i know of a man of true poetic genius nourishing under a tyranny. the old latin poets attempted to compound as largely as the greek; hence in ennius such words as _belligerentes_, &c. in nothing did virgil show his judgment more than in rejecting these, except just where common usage had sanctioned them, as _omnipotens_ and a few more. he saw that the latin was too far advanced in its formation, and of too rigid a character, to admit such composition or agglutination. in this particular respect virgil's latin is very admirable and deserving preference. compare it with the language of lucan or statius, and count the number of words used in an equal number of lines, and observe how many more short words virgil has. * * * * * i cannot quite understand the grounds of the high admiration which the ancients expressed for propertius, and i own that tibullus is rather insipid to me. lucan was a man of great powers; but what was to be made of such a shapeless fragment of party warfare, and so recent too! he had fancy rather than imagination, and passion rather than fancy. his taste was wretched, to be sure; still the pharsalia is in my judgment a very wonderful work for such a youth as lucan[ ] was. i think statius a truer poet than lucan, though he is very extravagant sometimes. valerius flaccus is very pretty in particular passages. i am ashamed to say, i have never read silius italicus. claudian i recommend to your careful perusal, in respect of his being properly the first of the moderns, or at least the transitional link between the classic and the gothic mode of thought. i call persius hard--not obscure. he had a bad style; but i dare say, if he had lived[ ], he would have learned to express himself in easier language. there are many passages in him of exquisite felicity, and his vein of thought is manly and pathetic. prudentius[ ] is curious for this,--that you see how christianity forced allegory into the place of mythology. mr. frere [greek: ho philokalos, ho kalokagathos] used to esteem the latin christian poets of italy very highly, and no man in our times was a more competent judge than he. [footnote : lucan died by the command of nero, a.d. , in his twenty-sixth year. i think this should be printed at the beginning of every book of the pharsalia.--ed.] [footnote : aulus persius flaccus died in the th year of his age, a.d. .--ed.] [footnote : aurelius prudentius clemens was born a.d. , in spain.--ed.] * * * * * how very pretty are those lines of hermesianax in athenaeus about the poets and poetesses of greece![ ] [footnote : see the fragment from the leontium:-- [greek: hoi_en men philos huios an_egagen oiagrhoio agrhiop_en, thr_essan steilamenos kithar_en aidothen k. t. l.] _athen_. xiii. s. --ed] september . . destruction of jerusalem.--epic poem.--german and english.--modern travels.--paradise lost. i have already told you that in my opinion the destruction of jerusalem is the only subject now left for an epic poem of the highest kind. yet, with all its great capabilities, it has this one grand defect--that, whereas a poem, to be epic, must have a personal interest,--in the destruction of jerusalem no genius or skill could possibly preserve the interest for the hero from being merged in the interest for the event. the fact is, the event itself is too sublime and overwhelming. * * * * * in my judgment, an epic poem must either be national or mundane. as to arthur, you could not by any means make a poem on him national to englishmen. what have _we_ to do with him? milton saw this, and with a judgment at least equal to his genius, took a mundane theme--one common to all mankind. his adam and eve are all men and women inclusively. pope satirizes milton for making god the father talk like a school divine.[ ] pope was hardly the man to criticize milton. the truth is, the judgment of milton in the conduct of the celestial part of his story is very exquisite. wherever god is represented as directly acting as creator, without any exhibition of his own essence, milton adopts the simplest and sternest language of the scriptures. he ventures upon no poetic diction, no amplification, no pathos, no affection. it is truly the voice or the word of the lord coming to, and acting on, the subject chaos. but, as some personal interest was demanded for the purposes of poetry, milton takes advantage of the dramatic representation of god's address to the son, the filial alterity, and in _those addresses_ slips in, as it were by stealth, language of affection, or thought, or sentiment. indeed, although milton was undoubtedly a high arian in his mature life, he does in the necessity of poetry give a greater objectivity to the father and the son, than he would have justified in argument. he was very wise in adopting the strong anthropomorphism of the hebrew scriptures at once. compare the paradise lost with klopstock's messiah, and you will learn to appreciate milton's judgment and skill quite as much as his genius. [footnote : "milton's strong pinion now not heav'n can bound, now, serpent-like, in prose he sweeps the ground; in quibbles angel and archangel join, and god the father turns a school divine." epist. d book of hor. v. .] * * * * * the conquest of india by bacchus might afford scope for a very brilliant poem of the fancy and the understanding. * * * * * it is not that the german can express external imagery more _fully_ than english; but that it can flash more images _at once_ on the mind than the english can. as to mere power of expression, i doubt whether even the greek surpasses the english. pray, read a very pleasant and acute dialogue in schlegel's athenaeum between a german, a greek, a roman, italian, and a frenchman, on the merits of their respective languages. * * * * * i wish the naval and military officers who write accounts of their travels would just spare us their sentiment. the magazines introduced this cant. let these gentlemen read and imitate the old captains and admirals, as dampier, &c. october . . the trinity.--incarnation.--redemption.--education. the trinity is the idea: the incarnation, which implies the fall, is the fact: the redemption is the mesothesis of the two--that is--the religion. * * * * * if you bring up your children in a way which puts them out of sympathy with the religious feelings of the nation in which they live, the chances are, that they will ultimately turn out ruffians or fanatics--and one as likely as the other. october . . elegy.--lavacrum pallados.--greek and latin pentameter.--milton's latin poems.--poetical filter.--gray and cotton. elegy is the form of poetry natural to the reflective mind. it _may_ treat of any subject, but it must treat of no subject _for itself_; but always and exclusively with reference to the poet himself. as he will feel regret for the past or desire for the future, so sorrow and love become the principal themes of elegy. elegy presents every thing as lost and gone, or absent and future. the elegy is the exact opposite of the homeric epic, in which all is purely external and objective, and the poet is a mere voice. the true lyric ode is subjective too; but then it delights to present things as actually existing and visible, although associated with the past, or coloured highly by the subject of the ode itself. * * * * * i think the lavacrum pallados of callimachus very beautiful indeed, especially that part about the mother of tiresias and minerva.[ ] i have a mind to try how it would bear translation; but what metre have we to answer in feeling to the elegiac couplet of the greeks? i greatly prefer the greek rhythm of the short verse to ovid's, though, observe, i don't dispute his taste with reference to the genius of his own language. augustus schlegel gave me a copy of latin elegiacs on the king of prussia's going down the rhine, in which he had almost exclusively adopted the manner of propertius. i thought them very elegant. [footnote : greek: paides, athanaia numphan mian en poka th_ezais po_olu ti kai pezi d_e philato tan hetezan, mateza teizesiao, kai oupoka ch_ozis egento k.t.l. v , &c.] * * * * * you may find a few minute faults in milton's latin verses; but you will not persuade me that, if these poems had come down to us _as_ written in the age of tiberius, we should not have considered them to be very beautiful. * * * * * i once thought of making a collection,--to be called "the poetical filter,"--upon the principle of simply omitting from the old pieces of lyrical poetry which we have, those parts in which the whim or the bad taste of the author or the fashion of his age prevailed over his genius. you would be surprised at the number of exquisite _wholes_ which might be made by this simple operation, and, perhaps, by the insertion of a single line or half a line, out of poems which are now utterly disregarded on account of some odd or incongruous passages in them;--just as whole volumes of wordsworth's poems were formerly neglected or laughed at, solely because of some few wilfulnesses, if i may so call them, of that great man--whilst at the same time five sixths of his poems would have been admired, and indeed popular, if they had appeared without those drawbacks, under the name of byron or moore or campbell, or any other of the fashionable favourites of the day. but he has won the battle now, ay! and will wear the crown, whilst english is english. * * * * * i think there is something very majestic in gray's installation ode; but as to the bard and the rest of his lyrics, i must say i think them frigid and artificial. there is more real lyric feeling in cotton's ode on winter.[ ] [footnote : let me borrow mr. wordsworth's account of, and quotation from, this poem:-- "finally, i will refer to cotton's 'ode upon winter,' an admirable composition, though stained with some peculiarities of the age in which he lived, for a general illustration of the characteristics of fancy. the middle part of this ode contains a most lively description of the entrance of winter, with his retinue, as 'a palsied king,' and yet a military monarch, advancing for conquest with his army; the several bodies of which, and their arms and equipments, are described with a rapidity of detail, and a profusion of _fanciful_ comparisons, which indicate, on the part of the poet, extreme activity of intellect, and a correspondent hurry of delightful feeling. he retires from the foe into his fortress, where-- a magazine of sovereign juice is cellared in; liquor that will the siege maintain should phoebus ne'er return again." though myself a water-drinker, i cannot resist the pleasure of transcribing what follows, as an instance still more happy of fancy employed in the treatment of feeling than, in its preceding passages, the poem supplies of her management of forms. 'tis that, that gives the poet rage, and thaws the gelly'd blood of age; matures the young, restores the old, and makes the fainting coward bold. it lays the careful head to rest, calms palpitations in the breast, renders our lives' misfortune sweet; * * * * * then let the _chill_ scirocco blow, and gird us round with hills of snow; or else go whistle to the shore, and make the hollow mountains roar: whilst we together jovial sit careless, and crowned with mirth and wit; where, though bleak winds confine us home, our fancies round the world shall roam. we'll think of all the friends we know, and drink to all worth drinking to; when, having drunk all thine and mine, we rather shall want healths than wine. but where friends fail us, we'll supply our friendships with our charity; men that remote in sorrows live shall by our lusty brimmers thrive. we'll drink the wanting into wealth, and those that languish into health, th' afflicted into joy, th' opprest into security and rest. the worthy in disgrace shall find favour return again more kind, and in restraint who stifled lie shall taste the air of liberty. the brave shall triumph in success, the lovers shall have mistresses, poor unregarded virtue, praise, and the neglected poet, bays. thus shall our healths do others good, whilst we ourselves do all we would; for, freed from envy and from care, what would we be but what we are? _preface to the editions of mr. w.'s poems, in_ and .--ed.] _november_ . . homeric heroes in shakspeare.--dryden.--dr. johnson.--scott's novels.-- scope of christianity. compare nestor, ajax, achilles, &c. in the troilus and cressida of shakspeare with their namesakes in the iliad. the old heroes seem all to have been at school ever since. i scarcely know a more striking instance of the strength and pregnancy of the gothic mind. dryden's genius was of that sort which catches fire by its own motion; his chariot wheels _get_ hot by driving fast. * * * * * dr. johnson seems to have been really more powerful in discoursing _vivâ voce_ in conversation than with his pen in hand. it seems as if the excitement of company called something like reality and consecutiveness into his reasonings, which in his writings i cannot see. his antitheses are almost always verbal only; and sentence after sentence in the rambler may be pointed out to which you cannot attach any definite meaning whatever. in his political pamphlets there is more truth of expression than in his other works, for the same reason that his conversation is better than his writings in general. he was more excited and in earnest. * * * * * when i am very ill indeed, i can read scott's novels, and they are almost the only books i can then _read_. i cannot at such times read the bible; my mind reflects on it, but i can't bear the open page. * * * * * unless christianity be viewed and felt in a high and comprehensive way, how large a portion of our intellectual and moral nature does it leave without object and action! * * * * * let a young man separate i from me as far as he possibly can, and remove me till it is almost lost in the remote distance. "i am me," is as bad a fault in intellectuals and morals as it is in grammar, whilst none but one--god-- can say, "i am i," or "that i am." _november_ . . times of charles i. how many books are still written and published about charles the first and his times! such is the fresh and enduring interest of that grand crisis of morals, religion, and government! but these books are none of them works of any genius or imagination; not one of these authors seems to be able to throw himself back into that age; if they did, there would be less praise and less blame bestowed on both sides. _december_ . . messenger of the covenant--prophecy.--logic of ideas and of syllogisms. when i reflect upon the subject of the messenger of the covenant, and observe the distinction taken in the prophets between the teaching and suffering christ,--the priest, who was to precede, and the triumphant messiah, the judge, who was to follow,--and how jesus always seems to speak of the son of man in a future sense, and yet always at the same time as identical with himself; i sometimes think that our lord himself in his earthly career was the messenger; and that the way is _now still preparing_ for the great and visible advent of the messiah of glory. i mention this doubtingly. * * * * * what a beautiful sermon or essay might be written on the growth of prophecy!--from the germ, no bigger than a man's hand, in genesis, till the column of cloud gathers size and height and substance, and assumes the shape of a perfect man; just like the smoke in the arabian nights' tale, which comes up and at last takes a genie's shape.[ ] [footnote : the passage in mr. coleridge's mind was, i suppose, the following:--"he (the fisherman) set it before him, and while he looked upon it attentively, there came out a very thick smoke, which obliged him to retire two or three paces from it. the smoke ascended to the clouds, and extending itself along the sea, and upon the shore, formed a great mist, which, we may well imagine, did mightily astonish the fisherman. when the smoke was all out of the vessel, it reunited itself, and became a solid body, of which there was formed a genie twice as high as the greatest of giants." _story of the fisherman_. ninth night.--ed.] * * * * * the logic of ideas is to that of syllogisms as the infinitesimal calculus to common arithmetic; it proves, but at the same time supersedes. _january_ . . landor's poetry.--beauty.--chronological arrangement of works. what is it that mr. landor wants, to make him a poet? his powers are certainly very considerable, but he seems to be totally deficient in that modifying faculty, which compresses several units into one whole. the truth is, he does not possess imagination in its highest form,--that of stamping _il più nell' uno_. hence his poems, taken as wholes, are unintelligible; you have eminences excessively bright, and all the ground around and between them in darkness. besides which, he has never learned, with all his energy, how to write simple and lucid english. * * * * * the useful, the agreeable, the beautiful, and the good, are distinguishable. you are wrong in resolving beauty into expression or interest; it is quite distinct; indeed it is opposite, although not contrary. beauty is an immediate presence, between (_inter_) which and the beholder _nihil est_. it is always one and tranquil; whereas the interesting always disturbs and is disturbed. i exceedingly regret the loss of those essays on beauty, which i wrote in a bristol newspaper. i would give much to recover them. * * * * * after all you can say, i still think the chronological order the best for arranging a poet's works. all your divisions are in particular instances inadequate, and they destroy the interest which arises from watching the progress, maturity, and even the decay of genius. _january_ . . toleration.--norwegians. i have known books written on tolerance, the proper title of which would be--intolerant or intolerable books on tolerance. should not a man who writes a book expressly to inculcate tolerance learn to treat with respect, or at least with indulgence, articles of faith which tens of thousands ten times told of his fellow-subjects or his fellow-creatures believe with all their souls, and upon the truth of which they rest their tranquillity in this world, and their hopes of salvation in the next,--those articles being at least maintainable against his arguments, and most certainly innocent in themselves?--is it fitting to run jesus christ in a silly parallel with socrates--the being whom thousand millions of intellectual creatures, of whom i am a humble unit, take to be their redeemer, with an athenian philosopher, of whom we should know nothing except through his glorification in plato and xenophon?--and then to hitch latimer and servetus together! to be sure there was a stake and a fire in each case, but where the rest of the resemblance is i cannot see. what ground is there for throwing the odium of servetus's death upon calvin alone?--why, the mild melancthon wrote to calvin[ ], expressly to testify his concurrence in the act, and no doubt he spoke the sense of the german reformers; the swiss churches _advised_ the punishment in formal letters, and i rather think there are letters from the english divines, approving calvin's conduct!-- before a man deals out the slang of the day about the great leaders of the reformation, he should learn to throw himself back to the age of the reformation, when the two great parties in the church were eagerly on the watch to fasten a charge of heresy on the other. besides, if ever a poor fanatic thrust, himself into the fire, it was michael servetus. he was a rabid enthusiast, and did every thing he could in the way of insult and ribaldry to provoke the feeling of the christian church. he called the trinity _triceps monstrum et cerberum quendam tripartitum_, and so on. indeed, how should the principle of religious toleration have been acknowledged at first?--it would require stronger arguments than any which i have heard as yet, to prove that men in authority have not a right, involved in an imperative duty, to deter those under their control from teaching or countenancing doctrines which they believe to be damnable, and even to punish with death those who violate such prohibition. i am sure that bellarmine would have had small difficulty in turning locke round his fingers' ends upon this ground. a _right_ to protection i can understand; but a _right_ to toleration seems to me a contradiction in terms. some criterion must in any case be adopted by the state; otherwise it might be compelled to admit whatever hideous doctrine and practice any man or number of men may assert to be his or their religion, and an article of his or their faith. it was the same pope who commanded the romanists of england to separate from the national church, which previously their own consciences had not dictated, nor the decision of any council,--and who also commanded them to rebel against queen elizabeth, whom they were bound to obey by the laws of the land; and if the pope had authority for one, he must have had it for the other. the only true argument, as it seems to me, apart from christianity, for a discriminating toleration is, that _it is of no use_ to attempt to stop heresy or schism by persecution, unless, perhaps, it be conducted upon the plan of direct warfare and massacre. you _cannot_ preserve men in the faith by such means, though you may stifle for a while any open appearance of dissent. the experiment has now been tried, and it has failed; and that is by a great deal the best argument for the magistrate against a repetition of it. i know this,--that if a parcel of fanatic missionaries were to go to norway, and were to attempt to disturb the fervent and undoubting lutheranism of the fine independent inhabitants of the interior of that country, i should be right glad to hear that the busy fools had been quietly shipped off--any where. i don't include the people of the seaports in my praise of the norwegians;--i speak of the agricultural population. if that country could be brought to maintain a million more of inhabitants, norway might defy the world; it would be [greek: autarhk_as] and impregnable; but it is much under-handed now. [footnote : melancthon's words are:--"tuo judicio prorsus assentior. affirmo etiam vestros magistratus juste fecisse quod hominem blasphemum, re ordine judicata, _interfecerunt_." th oct. .--ed.] _january_ . . articles of faith.--modern quakerism.--devotional spirit.--sectarianism.--origen. i have drawn up four or perhaps five articles of faith, by subscription, or rather by assent, to which i think a large comprehension might take place. my articles would exclude unitarians, and i am sorry to say, members of the church of rome, but with this difference--that the exclusion of unitarians would be necessary and perpetual; that of the members of the church of rome depending on each individual's own conscience and intellectual light. what i mean is this:--that the romanists hold the faith in christ,--but unhappily they also hold certain opinions, partly ceremonial, partly devotional, partly speculative, which have so fatal a facility of being degraded into base, corrupting, and even idolatrous practices, that if the romanist will make _them_ of the essence of his religion, he must of course be excluded. as to the quakers, i hardly know what to say. an article on the sacraments would exclude them. my doubt is, whether baptism and the eucharist are properly any _parts_ of christianity, or not rather christianity itself;--the one, the initial conversion or light,--the other, the sustaining and invigorating life;--both together the [greek: ph_os ahi z_oh_a], which are christianity. a line can only begin once; hence, there can be no repetition of baptism; but a line may be endlessly prolonged by continued production; hence the sacrament of love and life lasts for ever. but really there is no knowing what the modern quakers are, or believe, excepting this--that they are altogether degenerated from their ancestors of the seventeenth century. i should call modern quakerism, so far as i know it as a scheme of faith, a socinian calvinism. penn himself was a sabellian, and seems to have disbelieved even the historical fact of the life and death of jesus;--most certainly jesus of nazareth was not penn's christ, if he had any. it is amusing to see the modern quakers appealing now to history for a confirmation of their tenets and discipline--and by so doing, in effect abandoning the strong hold of their founders. as an _imperium in imperio_, i think the original quakerism a conception worthy of lycurgus. modern quakerism is like one of those gigantic trees which are seen in the forests of north america,--apparently flourishing, and preserving all its greatest stretch and spread of branches; but when you cut through an enormously thick and gnarled bark, you find the whole inside hollow and rotten. modern quakerism, like such a tree, stands upright by help of its inveterate bark alone. _bark_ a quaker, and he is a poor creature. * * * * * how much the devotional spirit of the church has suffered by that necessary evil, the reformation, and the sects which have sprung up subsequently to it! all our modern prayers seem tongue-tied. we appear to be thinking more of avoiding an heretical expression or thought than of opening ourselves to god. we do not pray with that entire, unsuspecting, unfearing, childlike profusion of feeling, which so beautifully shines forth in jeremy taylor and andrewes and the writings of some of the older and better saints of the romish church, particularly of that remarkable woman, st. theresa.[ ] and certainly protestants, in their anxiety to have the historical argument on their side, have brought down the origin of the romish errors too late. many of them began, no doubt, in the apostolic age itself;--i say errors-- not heresies, as that dullest of the fathers, epiphanius, calls them. epiphanius is very long and fierce upon the ebionites. there may have been real heretics under that name; but i believe that, in the beginning, the name was, on account of its hebrew meaning, given to, or adopted by, some poor mistaken men--perhaps of the nazarene way--who sold all their goods and lands, and were then obliged to beg. i think it not improbable that barnabas was one of these chief mendicants; and that the collection made by st. paul was for them. you should read rhenferd's account of the early heresies. i think he demonstrates about eight of epiphanius's heretics to be mere nicknames given by the jews to the christians. read "hermas, or the shepherd," of the genuineness of which and of the epistle of barnabas i have no doubt. it is perfectly orthodox, but full of the most ludicrous tricks of gnostic fancy--the wish to find the new testament in the old. this gnosis is perceptible in the epistle to the hebrews, but kept exquisitely within the limit of propriety. in the others it is rampant, and most truly "puffeth up," as st. paul said of it. what between the sectarians and the political economists, the english are denationalized. england i see as a country, but the english nation seems obliterated. what could redintegrate us again? must it be another threat of foreign invasion? [footnote : she was a native of avila in old castile, and a carmelite nun. theresa established an order which she called the "reformed," and which became very powerful. her works are divided into ten books, of which her autobiography forms a remarkable part. she died in , and was canonised by gregory xv. in --ed.] * * * * * i never can digest the loss of most of origen's works: he seems to have been almost the only very great scholar and genius combined amongst the early fathers. jerome was very inferior to him. _january_ . . some men like musical glasses.--sublime and nonsense.--atheist. some men are like musical glasses;--to produce their finest tones, you must keep them wet. * * * * * well! that passage is what i call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense. * * * * * how did the atheist get his idea of that god whom he denies? _february_ . . proof of existence of god.--kant's attempt.--plurality of worlds. assume the existence of god,--and then the harmony and fitness of the physical creation may be shown to correspond with and support such an assumption;--but to set about _proving_ the existence of a god by such means is a mere circle, a delusion. it can be no proof to a good reasoner, unless he violates all syllogistic logic, and presumes his conclusion. kant once set about proving the existence of god, and a masterly effort it was.* but in his later great work, the "critique of the pure reason," he saw its fallacy, and said of it--that _if_ the existence could he _proved_ at all, it must be on the grounds indicated by him. * * * * * i never could feel any force in the arguments for a plurality of worlds, in the common acceptation of that term. a lady once asked me--"what then could be the intention in creating so many great bodies, so apparently useless to us?" i said--i did not know, except perhaps to make dirt cheap. the vulgar inference is _in alio genere_. what in the eye of an intellectual and omnipotent being is the whole sidereal system to the soul of one man for whom christ died? _march_ . . a reasoner. i am by the law of my nature a reasoner. a person who should suppose i meant by that word, an arguer, [ ] would not only not understand me, but would understand the contrary of my meaning. i can take no interest whatever in hearing or saying any thing merely as a fact--merely as having happened. it must refer to something within me before i can regard it with any curiosity or care. my mind is always energic--i don't mean energetic; i require in every thing what, for lack of another word, i may call _propriety_,--that is, a reason why the thing _is_ at all, and why it is _there_ or _then_ rather than elsewhere or at another time. [footnote : in his essay, "_der einzig mögliche beweisgrund zu einer demonstration des daseyns gottes_."--"the only possible argument or ground of proof for a demonstration of the existence of god." it was published in ; the "critique" in .--ed.] _march_ . . shakspeare's intellectual action.--crabbe and southey.--peter simple and tom cringle's log. shakspeare's intellectual action is wholly unlike that of ben jonson or beaumont and fletcher. the latter see the totality of a sentence or passage, and then project it entire. shakspeare goes on creating, and evolving b. out of a., and c. out of b., and so on, just as a serpent moves, which makes a fulcrum of its own body, and seems for ever twisting and untwisting its own strength. * * * * * i think crabbe and southey are something alike; but crabbe's poems are founded on observation and real life--southey's on fancy and books. in facility they are equal, though crabbe's english is of course not upon a level with southey's, which is next door to faultless. but in crabbe there is an absolute defect of the high imagination; he gives me little or no pleasure: yet, no doubt, he has much power of a certain kind, and it is good to cultivate, even at some pains, a catholic taste in literature. i read all sorts of books with some pleasure except modern sermons and treatises on political economy. * * * * * i have received a great deal of pleasure from some of the modern novels, especially captain marryat's "peter simple." that book is nearer smollett than any i remember. and "tom cringle's log" in blackwood is also most excellent. _march_ . . chaucer.--shakspeare.--ben jonson.--beaumont and fletcher.--daniel.--massinger. i take unceasing delight in chaucer. his manly cheerfulness is especially delicious to me in my old age.[ ] how exquisitely tender he is, and yet how perfectly free from the least touch of sickly melancholy or morbid drooping! the sympathy of the poet with the subjects of his poetry is particularly remarkable in shakspeare and chaucer; but what the first effects by a strong act of imagination and mental metamorphosis, the last does without any effort, merely by the inborn kindly joyousness of his nature. how well we seem to know chaucer! how absolutely nothing do we know of shakspeare! i cannot in the least allow any necessity for chaucer's poetry, especially the canterbury tales, being considered obsolete. let a few plain rules be given for sounding the final _è_ of syllables, and for expressing the termination of such words as _ocëan_, and _natiön_, &c. as dissyllables,-- or let the syllables to be sounded in such cases be marked by a competent metrist. this simple expedient would, with a very few trifling exceptions, where the errors are inveterate, enable any reader to feel the perfect smoothness and harmony of chaucer's verse. [footnote : eighteen years before, mr. coleridge entertained the same feelings towards chaucer:--"through all the works of chaucer there reigns a cheerfulness, a manly hilarity, which makes it almost impossible to doubt a correspondent habit of feeling in the author himself." _biog. lit_., vol. i. p. .--ed.] * * * * * as to understanding his language, if you read twenty pages with a good glossary, you surely can find no further difficulty, even as it is; but i should have no objection to see this done:--strike out those words which are now obsolete, and i will venture to say that i will replace every one of them by words still in use out of chaucer himself, or gower his disciple. i don't want this myself: i rather like to see the significant terms which chaucer unsuccessfully offered as candidates for admission into our language; but surely so very slight a change of the text may well be pardoned, even by black--_letterati_, for the purpose of restoring so great a poet to his ancient and most deserved popularity. * * * * * shakspeare is of no age. it is idle to endeavour to support his phrases by quotations from ben jonson, beaumont and fletcher, &c. his language is entirely his own, and the younger dramatists imitated him. the construction of shakspeare's sentences, whether in verse or prose, is the necessary and homogeneous vehicle of his peculiar manner of thinking. his is not the style of the age. more particularly, shakspeare's blank verse is an absolutely new creation. read daniel[ ]--the admirable daniel--in his "civil wars," and "triumphs of hymen." the style and language are just such as any very pure and manly writer of the present day--wordsworth, for example--would use; it seems quite modern in comparison with the style of shakspeare. ben jonson's blank verse is very masterly and individual, and perhaps massinger's is even still nobler. in beaumont and fletcher it is constantly slipping into lyricisms. i believe shakspeare was not a whit more intelligible in his own day than he is now to an educated man, except for a few local allusions of no consequence. as i said, he is of no age--nor, i may add, of any religion, or party, or profession. the body and substance of his works came out of the unfathomable depths of his own oceanic mind: his observation and reading, which was considerable, supplied him with the drapery of his figures.[ ] [footnote : "this poet's well-merited epithet is that of the '_well-languaged daniel_;' but, likewise, and by the consent of his contemporaries, no less than of all succeeding critics, the 'prosaic daniel.' yet those who thus designate this wise and amiable writer, from the frequent incorrespondency of his diction with his metre, in the majority of his compositions, not only deem them valuable and interesting on other accounts, but willingly admit that there are to be found throughout his poems, and especially in his _epistles_ and in his _hymen's triumph_, many and exquisite specimens of that style, which, as the neutral ground of prose and verse, is common to both."--_biog. lit_., vol. ii. p. .] [footnote : mr. coleridge called shakspeare "_the myriad-minded man_," [greek: au_az muzioyous]--" a phrase," said he, "which i have borrowed from a greek monk, who applies it to a patriarch of constantinople. i might have said, that i have _reclaimed_, rather than borrowed, it, for it seems to belong to shakspeare _de jure singulari, et ex privilegio naturae." see biog. lit., vol. ii. p. .--ed.] * * * * * as for editing beaumont and fletcher, the task would be one _immensi laboris_. the confusion is now so great, the errors so enormous, that the editor must use a boldness quite unallowable in any other case. all i can say as to beaumont and fletcher is, that i can point out well enough where something has been lost, and that something so and so was probably in the original; but the law of shakspeare's thought and verse is such, that i feel convinced that not only could i detect the spurious, but supply the genuine, word. _march_ . . lord byron and h. walpole's "mysterious mother."--lewis's "jamaica journal." lord byron, as quoted by lord dover[ ], says, that the "mysterious mother" raises horace walpole above every author living in his, lord byron's, time. upon which i venture to remark, first, that i do not believe that lord byron spoke sincerely; for i suspect that he made a tacit exception in favour of himself at least;--secondly, that it is a miserable mode of comparison which does not rest on difference of kind. it proceeds of envy and malice and detraction to say that a. is higher than b., unless you show that they are _in pari materia_;--thirdly, that the "mysterious mother" is the most disgusting, vile, detestable composition that ever came from the hand of man. no one with a spark of true manliness, of which horace walpole had none, could have written it. as to the blank verse, it is indeed better than rowe's and thomson's, which was execrably bad:--any approach, therefore, to the manner of the old dramatists was of course an improvement; but the loosest lines in shirley are superior to walpole's best. [footnote : in the memoir prefixed to the correspondence with sir h. mann. lord byron's words are:--"he is the _ultimus romanorum_, the author of the 'mysterious mother,' a tragedy of the highest order, and not a puling love play. he is the father of the first romance, and of the last tragedy, in our language; and surely worthy of a higher place than any living author, be he who he may."--_preface to marino faliero_. is not "romeo and juliet" a love play? --but why reason about such insincere, splenetic trash?--ed.] * * * * * lewis's "jamaica journal" is delightful; it is almost the only unaffected book of travels or touring i have read of late years. you have the man himself, and not an inconsiderable man,--certainly a much finer mind than i supposed before from the perusal of his romances, &c. it is by far his best work, and will live and be popular. those verses on the hours are very pretty; but the isle of devils is, like his romances,--a fever dream-- horrible, without point or terror. _april_ . . sicily.--malta--sir alexander ball. i found that every thing in and about sicily had been exaggerated by travellers, except two things--the folly of the government and the wretchedness of the people. _they_ did not admit of exaggeration. really you may learn the fundamental principles of political economy in a very compendious way, by taking a short tour through sicily, and simply reversing in your own mind every law, custom, and ordinance you meet with. i never was in a country in which every thing proceeding from man was so exactly wrong. you have peremptory ordinances _against_ making roads, taxes on the passage of common vegetables from one miserable village to another, and so on. by the by, do you know any parallel in modern history to the absurdity of our giving a legislative assembly to the sicilians? it exceeds any thing i know. this precious legislature passed two bills before it was knocked on the head: the first was, to render lands inalienable; and the second, to cancel all debts due before the date of the bill. and then consider the gross ignorance and folly of our laying a tax upon the sicilians! taxation in its proper sense can only exist where there is a free circulation of capital, labour, and commodities throughout the community. but to tax the people in countries like sicily and corsica, where there is no internal communication, is mere robbery and confiscation. a crown taken from a corsican living in the sierras would not get back to him again in ten years. * * * * * it is interesting to pass from malta to sicily--from the highest specimen of an inferior race, the saracenic, to the most degraded class of a superior race, the european. * * * * * no tongue can describe the moral corruption of the maltese when the island was surrendered to us. there was not a family in it in which a wife or a daughter was not a kept mistress. a marquis of ancient family applied to sir alexander ball to be appointed his valet. "my valet!" said ball, "what can you mean, sir?" the marquis said, he hoped he should then have had the honour of presenting petitions to his excellency. "oh, that is it, is it!" said sir alexander: "my valet, sir, brushes my clothes, and brings them to me. if he dared to meddle with matters of public business, i should kick him down stairs." in short, malta was an augean stable, and ball had all the inclination to be a hercules.[ ] his task was most difficult, although his qualifications were most remarkable. i remember an english officer of very high rank soliciting him for the renewal of a pension to an abandoned woman who had been notoriously treacherous to us. that officer had promised the woman as a matter of course--she having sacrificed her daughter to him. ball was determined, as far as he could, to prevent malta from being made a nest of home patronage. he considered, as was the fact, that there was a contract between england and the maltese. hence the government at home, especially dundas, disliked him, and never allowed him any other title than that of civil commissioner. we have, i believe, nearly succeeded in alienating the hearts of the inhabitants from us. every officer in the island ought to be a maltese, except those belonging to the immediate executive: _l_. per annum to a maltese, to enable him to keep a gilt carriage, will satisfy him where an englishman must have _l_. [footnote : i refer the reader to the five concluding essays of the third volume of the "friend," as a specimen of what mr. c. might have done as a biographer if an irresistible instinct had not devoted him to profounder labours. as a sketch--and it pretends to nothing more--is there any thing more perfect in our literature than the monument raised in those essays to the memory of sir alexander ball?--and there are some touches added to the character of nelson, which the reader, even of southey's matchless life of our hero, will find both new and interesting.--ed.] _may_ . . cambridge petition to admit dissenters. there are, to my grief, the names of some men to the cambridge petition for admission of the dissenters to the university, whose cheeks i think must have burned with shame at the degrading patronage and befouling eulogies of the democratic press, and at seeing themselves used as the tools of the open and rancorous enemies of the church. how miserable to be held up for the purpose of inflicting insult upon men, whose worth and ability and sincerity you well know,--and this by a faction banded together like obscene dogs and cats and serpents, against a church which you profoundly revere! the _time_--the _time_--the _occasion_ and the _motive_ ought to have been argument enough, that even if the measure were right or harmless in itself, not _now_, nor with such as _these_, was it to be effected! _may_ . . corn laws. those who argue that england may safely depend upon a supply of foreign corn, if it grow none or an insufficient quantity of its own, forget that they are subjugating the necessaries of life itself to the mere luxuries or comforts of society. is it not certain that the price of corn abroad will be raised upon us as soon as it is once known that we _must_ buy?--and when that fact is known, in what sort of a situation shall we be? besides this, the argument supposes that agriculture is not a positive good to the nation, taken in and by itself, as a mode of existence for the people, which supposition is false and pernicious; and if we are to become a great horde of manufacturers, shall we not, even more than at present, excite the ill will of all the manufacturers of other nations? it has been already shown, in evidence which is before all the world, that some of our manufacturers have acted upon the accursed principle of deliberately injuring foreign manufactures, if they can, even to the ultimate disgrace of the country and loss to themselves. _may_ . . christian sabbath. how grossly misunderstood the genuine character of the christian sabbath, or lord's day, seems to be even by the church! to confound it with the jewish sabbath, or to rest its observance upon the fourth commandment, is, in my judgment, heretical, and would so have been considered in the primitive church. that cessation from labour on the lord's day could not have been absolutely incumbent on christians for two centuries after christ, is apparent; because during that period the greater part of the christians were either slaves or in official situations under pagan masters or superiors, and had duties to perform for those who did not recognize the day. and we know that st. paul sent back onesimus to his master, and told every christian slave, that, being a christian, he was free in his mind indeed, but still must serve his earthly master, although he might laudably seek for his personal freedom also. if the early christians had refused to work on the lord's day, rebellion and civil war must have been the immediate consequences. but there is no notice of any such cessation. the jewish sabbath was commemorative of the termination of the great act of creation; it was to record that the world had not been from eternity, nor had arisen as a dream by itself, but that god had created it by distinct acts of power, and that he had hallowed the day or season in which he rested or desisted from his work. when our lord arose from the dead, the old creation was, as it were, superseded, and the new creation then began; and therefore the first day and not the last day, the commencement and not the end, of the work of god was solemnized. luther, in speaking of the _good by itself_, and the good _for its expediency alone_, instances the observance of the christian day of rest,-- a day of repose from manual labour, and of activity in spiritual labour,--a day of joy and co-operation in the work of christ's creation. "keep it holy"--says he--"for its use' sake,--both to body and soul! but if any where the day is made holy for the mere day's sake,--if any where any one sets up its observance upon a jewish foundation, then i order you to work on it, to ride on it, to dance on it, to feast on it--to do any thing that shall reprove this encroachment on the christian spirit and liberty." the early church distinguished the day of christian rest so strongly from a fast, that it was unlawful for a man to bewail even _his own sins_, as such only, on that day. he was to bewail the sins of _all_, and to pray as one of the whole of christ's body. and the english reformers evidently took the same view of the day as luther and the early church. but, unhappily, our church, in the reigns of james and charles the first, was so identified with the undue advancement of the royal prerogative, that the puritanical judaizing of the presbyterians was but too well seconded by the patriots of the nation, in resisting the wise efforts of the church to prevent the incipient alteration in the character of the day of rest. after the restoration, the bishops and clergy in general adopted the view taken and enforced by their enemies. by the by, it is curious to observe, in this semi-infidel and malthusian parliament, how the sabbatarian spirit unites itself with a rancorous hostility to that one institution, which alone, according to reason and experience, can insure the continuance of any general religion at all in the nation at large. some of these gentlemen, who are for not letting a poor labouring man have a dish of baked potatoes on a sunday, _religionis gratia_--(god forgive that audacious blasphemy!)--are foremost among those who seem to live but in vilifying, weakening, and impoverishing the national church. i own my indignation boils over against such contemptible fellows. i sincerely wish to preserve a decent quiet on sunday. i would prohibit compulsory labour, and put down operas, theatres, &c., for this plain reason--that if the rich be allowed to play, the poor will be forced, or, what comes to the same thing, will be induced, to work. i am not for a paris sunday. but to stop coaches, and let the gentleman's carriage run, is monstrous. _may_ . . high prizes and revenues of the church. your argument against the high prizes in the church might be put strongly thus:--admit that in the beginning it might have been fairly said, that some eminent rewards ought to be set apart for the purpose of stimulating and rewarding transcendant merit; what have you to say now, after centuries of experience to the contrary?--_have_ the high prizes been given to the highest genius, virtue, or learning? is it not rather the truth, as jortin said, that twelve votes in a contested election will do more to make a man a bishop than an admired commentary on the twelve minor prophets?--to all which and the like i say again, that you ought not to reason from the abuse, which may be rectified, against the inherent uses of the thing. _appoint_ the most deserving--and the prize _will_ answer its purpose. as to the bishops' incomes,--in the first place, the net receipts--that which the bishops may spend--have been confessedly exaggerated beyond measure; but, waiving that, and allowing the highest estimate to be correct, i should like to have the disposition of the episcopal revenue in any one year by the late or the present bishop of durham, or the present bishops of london or winchester, compared with that of the most benevolent nobleman in england of any party in politics. i firmly believe that the former give away in charity of one kind or another, public, official, or private, three times as much in proportion as the latter. you may have a hunks or two now and then; but so you would much more certainly, if you were to reduce the incomes to _l_. per annum. as a body, in my opinion the clergy of england do in truth act as if their property were impressed with a trust to the utmost extent that can be demanded by those who affect to believe, ignorantly or not, that lying legend of a tripartite or quadripartite division of the tithe by law. _may . ._ sir c. wetherell's speech.--national church.--dissenters.--papacy.---- universities. i think sir charles wetherell's speech before the privy council very effective. i doubt if any other lawyer in westminster hall could have done the thing so well. * * * * * the national church requires, and is required by, the christian church, for the perfection of each. for if there were no national church, the mere spiritual church would either become, like the papacy, a dreadful tyranny over mind and body;--or else would fall abroad into a multitude of enthusiastic sects, as in england in the seventeenth century. it is my deep conviction that, in a country of any religion at all, liberty of conscience can only be permanently preserved by means and under the shadow of a national church--a political establishment connected with, but distinct from, the spiritual church. * * * * * i sometimes hope that the undisguised despotism of temper of the dissenters may at last awaken a jealousy in the laity of the church of england. but the apathy and inertness are, i fear, too profound--too providential. * * * * * whatever the papacy may have been on the continent, it was always an unqualified evil to this country. it destroyed what was rising of good, and introduced a thousand evils of its own. the papacy was and still is essentially extra-national;--it affects, _temporally_, to do that which the spiritual church of christ can alone do--to break down the natural distinctions of nations. now, as the roman papacy is in itself local and peculiar, of course this attempt is nothing but a direct attack on the political independence of other nations. the institution of universities was the single check on the papacy. the pope always hated and maligned the universities. the old coenobitic establishments of england were converted--perverted, rather--into monasteries and other monking receptacles. you see it was at oxford that wicliffe alone found protection and encouragement. _june_ . . schiller's versification.--german blank verse. schiller's blank verse is bad. he moves in it as a fly in a glue bottle. his thoughts have their connection and variety, it is true, but there is no sufficiently corresponding movement in the verse. how different from shakspeare's endless rhythms! there is a nimiety--a too-muchness--in all germans. it is the national fault. leasing had the best notion of blank verse. the trochaic termination of german words renders blank verse in that language almost impracticable. we have it in our dramatic hendecasyllable; but then we have a power of interweaving the iambic close _ad libitum._ _june_ . . roman catholic emancipation.--duke of wellington.--coronation oath. the roman catholic emancipation act--carried in the violent, and, in fact, unprincipled manner it was--was in effect a surinam toad;--and the reform bill, the dissenters' admission to the universities, and the attack on the church, are so many toadlets, one after another detaching themselves from their parent brute. * * * * * if you say there is nothing in the romish religion, sincerely felt, inconsistent with the duties of citizenship and allegiance to a territorial protestant sovereign, _cadit quæstio_. for if _that_ is once admitted, there can be no answer to the argument from numbers. certainly, if the religion of the majority of the _people_ be innocuous to the interests of the _nation_, the majority have a natural right to be trustees of the nationalty--that property which is set apart for the nation's use, and rescued from the gripe of private hands. but when i say--_for the nation's use_.--i mean the very reverse of what the radicals mean. they would convert it to relieve taxation, which i call a private, personal, and perishable use. a nation's uses are immortal. * * * * * how lamentable it is to hear the duke of wellington expressing himself doubtingly on the abominable sophism that the coronation oath only binds the king as the executive power--thereby making a highgate oath of it. but the duke is conscious of the ready retort which his language and conduct on the emancipation bill afford to his opponents. he is hampered by that affair. _june_ . . corn laws.--modern political economy. in the argument on the corn laws there is a [greek: metazasis eis allo gevos]. it may be admitted that the great principles of commerce require the interchange of commodities to be free; but commerce, which is barter, has no proper range beyond luxuries or conveniences;--it is properly the complement to the full existence and development of a state. but how can it be shown that the principles applicable to an interchange of conveniences or luxuries apply also to an interchange of necessaries? no state can be such properly, which is not self-subsistent at least; for no state that is not so, is essentially independent. the nation that cannot even exist without the commodity of another nation, is in effect the slave of that other nation. in common times, indeed, pecuniary interest will prevail, and prevent a ruinous exercise of the power which the nation supplying the necessary must have over the nation which has only the convenience or luxury to return; but such interest, both in individuals and nations, will yield to many stronger passions. is holland any authority to the contrary? if so, tyre and sidon and carthage were so! would you put england on a footing with a country, which can be overrun in a campaign, and starved in a year? * * * * * the entire tendency of the modern or malthusian political economy is to denationalize. it would dig up the charcoal foundations of the temple of ephesus to burn as fuel for a steam-engine! _june_ . . mr. ----, in his poem, makes trees coeval with chaos;--which is next door to hans sachse[ ] who, in describing chaos, said it was so pitchy dark, that even the very _cats_ ran against each other! [footnote : hans sachse was born , and died .--ed], _june_ . . socinianism.--unitarianism.--fancy and imagination. faustus socinus worshipped jesus christ, and said that god had given him the power of being omnipresent. davidi, with a little more acuteness, urged that mere audition or creaturely presence could not possibly justify worship from men;--that a man, how glorified soever, was no nearer god in essence than the vulgarest of the race. prayer, therefore, was inapplicable. and how could a _man_ be a mediator between god and man? how could a _man_ with sins himself offer any compensation for, or expiation of, sin, unless the most arbitrary caprice were admitted into the counsels of god?--and so, at last, you see, it was discovered by the better logicians amongst the socinians, that there was no such thing as sin at all. it is wonderful how any socinian can read the works of philo judæus without some pause of doubt in the truth of his views as to the person of christ. whether philo wrote on his own ground as a jew, or borrowed from the christians, the testimony as to the then jewish expectation and belief, is equally strong. you know philo calls the logos [greek: yios theoy], the _son of god_, and [greek: agap_athon te non], _beloved son_. he calls him [greek: arhchierheus], _high priest_, [greek: deuterhos thehos], _second divinity_, [greek: ei an theoy], _image of god_, and describes him as [greek: eggutat_o m_adenhos ovtos methorhioy diast_amatos], the _nearest possible to god without any intervening separation_. and there are numerous other remarkable expressions of the same sort. my faith is this:--god is the absolute will: it is his name and the meaning of it. it is the hypostasis. as begetting his own alterity, the jehovah, the manifested--he is the father; but the love and the life--the spirit-- proceeds from both. i think priestley must be considered the author of the modern unitarianism. i owe, under god, my return to the faith, to my having gone much further than the unitarians, and so having come round to the other side. i can truly say, i never falsified the scripture. i always told them that their interpretations of the scripture were intolerable upon any principles of sound criticism; and that, if they were to offer to construe the will of a neighbour as they did that of their maker, they would be scouted out of society. i said then plainly and openly, that it was clear enough that john and paul were not unitarians. but at that time i had a strong sense of the repugnancy of the doctrine of vicarious atonement to the moral being, and i thought nothing could counterbalance that. "what care i," i said, "for the platonisms of john, or the rabbinisms of paul?-- my conscience revolts!" that was the ground of my unitarianism. always believing in the government of god, i was a fervent optimist. but as i could not but see that the present state of things was not the best, i was necessarily led to look forward to some future state. * * * * * you may conceive the difference in kind between the fancy and the imagination in this way,--that if the check of the senses and the reason were withdrawn, the first would become delirium, and the last mania. the fancy brings together images which have no connection natural or moral, but are yoked together by the poet by means of some accidental coincidence; as in the well-known passage in hudibras: "the sun had long since in the lap of thetis taken out his nap, and like a lobster boyl'd, the morn from black to red began to turn."[ ] the imagination modifies images, and gives unity to variety; it sees all things in one, _il più nell' uno_. there is the epic imagination, the perfection of which is in milton; and the dramatic, of which shakspeare is the absolute master. the first gives unity by throwing back into the distance; as after the magnificent approach of the messiah to battle[ ], the poet, by one touch from himself-- --"far off their coming shone!"-- makes the whole one image. and so at the conclusion of the description of the appearance of the entranced angels, in which every sort of image from all the regions of earth and air is introduced to diversify and illustrate,--the reader is brought back to the single image by-- "he call'd so loud, that all the hollow deep of hell resounded."[ ] the dramatic imagination does not throw back, but brings close; it stamps all nature with one, and that its own, meaning, as in lear throughout. [footnote : part ii. c. . v. .] [footnote : ----"forth rush'd with whirlwind sound the chariot of paternal deity, flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel undrawn, itself instinct with spirit, but convoy'd by four cherubic shapes; four faces each had wonderous; as with stars their bodies all and wings were set with eyes; with eyes the wheels of beryl, and careering fires between; over their heads a crystal firmament, whereon a sapphire throne, inlaid with pure amber, and colours of the showery arch. he, in celestial panoply all arm'd of radiant urim, work divinely wrought, ascended; at his right hand victory sat eagle-wing'd; beside him hung his bow and quiver, with three-bolted thunder stored; and from about him fierce effusion roll'd of smoke, and bickering flame, and sparkles dire; attended with ten thousand thousand saints, he onward came; _far off their coming shone;_ and twenty thousand (i their number heard) chariots of god, half on each hand, were seen: he on the wings of cherub rode sublime on the crystalline sky, in sapphire throned, illustrious far and wide; but by his own first seen."--p. l. b. vi. v. , &c.] [footnote : ----"and call'd his legions, angel forms, who lay intranced thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks in vallombrosa, where th' etrurian shades, high over arch'd, embower; or scatter'd sedge afloat, when with fierce winds orion arm'd hath vex'd the red sea coast, whose waves o'erthrew busiris, and his memphian chivalry, while with perfidious hatred they pursued the sojourners of goshen, who beheld from the safe shore their floating carcasses and broken chariot wheels; so thick bestrewn, abject and lost lay these, covering the flood, under amazement of their hideous change. _he call'd so loud, that all the hollow deep of hell resounded_."--p. l. b. i. v. , &c.] * * * * * at the very outset, what are we to think of the soundness of this modern system of political economy, the direct tendency of every rule of which is to denationalize, and to make the love of our country a foolish superstition? _june_ . . mr. coleridge's system.--biographia literahia.--dissenters. you may not understand my system, or any given part of it,--or by a determined act of wilfulness, you may, even though perceiving a ray of light, reject it in anger and disgust:--but this i will say,--that if you once master it, or any part of it, you cannot hesitate to acknowledge it as the truth. you cannot be sceptical about it. the metaphysical disquisition at the end of the first volume of the "biographia literaria" is unformed and immature;--it contains the fragments of the truth, but it is not fully thought out. it is wonderful to myself to think how infinitely more profound my views now are, and yet how much clearer they are withal. the circle is completing; the idea is coming round to, and to be, the common sense. * * * * * the generation of the modern worldly dissenter was thus: presbyterian, arian, socinian, and last, unitarian. * * * * * is it not most extraordinary to see the dissenters calling themselves the descendants of the old nonconformists, and yet clamouring for a divorce of church and state? why--baxter, and the other great leaders, would have thought a man an atheist who had proposed such a thing. _they_ were rather for merging the state _in_ the church. but these our modern gentlemen, who are blinded by political passion, give the kiss of alliance to the harlot of rome, and walk arm in arm with those who deny the god that redeemed them, if so they may but wreak their insane antipathies on the national church! well! i suppose they have counted the cost, and know what it is they would have, and can keep. _july_ . . lord brooke.--barrow and dryden.--peter wilkins and stothard.--fielding and richardson.--bishop sandford.--roman catholic religion. i do not remember a more beautiful piece of prose in english than the consolation addressed by lord brooke (fulke greville) to a lady of quality on certain conjugal infelicities. the diction is such that it might have been written now, if we could find any one combining so thoughtful a head with so tender a heart and so exquisite a taste. * * * * * barrow often debased his language merely to evidence his loyalty. it was, indeed, no easy task for a man of so much genius, and such a precise mathematical mode of thinking, to adopt even for a moment the slang of l'estrange and tom brown; but he succeeded in doing so sometimes. with the exception of such parts, barrow must be considered as closing the first great period of the english language. dryden began the second. of course there are numerous subdivisions. * * * * * peter wilkins is to my mind a work of uncommon beauty; and yet stothard's illustrations have _added_ beauties to it. if it were not for a certain tendency to affectation, scarcely any praise could be too high for stothard's designs. they give me great pleasure. i believe that robinson crusoe and peter wilkins could only have been written by islanders. no continentalist could have conceived either tale. davis's story is an imitation of peter wilkins; but there are many beautiful things in it; especially his finding his wife crouching by the fireside--she having, in his absence, plucked out all her feathers--to be like him! it would require a very peculiar genius to add another tale, _ejusdem generis_, to robinson crusoe and peter wilkins. i once projected such a thing; but the difficulty of a pre-occupied ground stopped me. perhaps la motte fouqué might effect something; but i should fear that neither he, nor any other german, could entirely understand what may be called the "_desert island_" feeling. i would try the marvellous line of peter wilkins, if i attempted it, rather than the _real_ fiction of robinson crusoe. * * * * * what a master of composition fielding was! upon my word, i think the oedipus tyrannus, the alchemist, and tom jones the three most perfect plots ever planned. and how charming, how wholesome, fielding always is! to take him up after richardson, is like emerging from a sick room heated by stoves, into an open lawn, on a breezy day in may. * * * * * i have been very deeply interested in the account of bishop sandford's life, published by his son. he seems to have been a thorough gentleman upon the model of st. paul, whose manners were the finest of any man's upon record. * * * * * i think i could have conformed to the then dominant church before the reformation. the errors existed, but they had not been riveted into peremptory articles of faith before the council of trent. if a romanist were to ask me the question put to sir henry wotton, [ ]i should content myself by answering, that i could not exactly say when my religion, as he was pleased to call it, began--but that it was certainly some sixty or seventy years before _his_, at all events--which began at the council of trent. [footnote : "having, at his being in rome, made acquaintance with a pleasant priest, who invited him, one evening, to hear their vesper music at church; the priest, seeing sir henry stand obscurely in a corner, sends to him by a boy of the choir this question, writ in a small piece of paper;--'where was your religion to be found before luther?' to which question sir henry presently underwrit;--'my religion was to be found then, where yours is not to be found now--in the written word of god.'"--_isaak walton's life of sir henry wotton_.] _july_ . . _euthanasia._ i am, dying, but without expectation of a speedy release. is it not strange that very recently by-gone images, and scenes of early life, have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown from the spice-islands of youth and hope-- those twin realities of this phantom world! i do not add love,--for what is love but youth and hope embracing, and so seen as _one?_ i say _realities_; for reality is a thing of degrees, from the iliad to a dream; [greek: *ai g_or t onar e di s esti]. yet, in a strict sense, reality is not predicable at all of aught below heaven. "es enim _in coelis_, pater noster, qui tu vere _es!_" hooker wished to live to finish his ecclesiastical polity;--so i own i wish life and strength had been spared to me to complete my philosophy. for, as god hears me, the originating, continuing, and sustaining wish and design in my heart were to exalt the glory of his name; and, which is the same thing in other words, to promote the improvement of mankind. but _visum aliter deo_, and his will be done. * * * * * ** this note may well finish the present specimens. what followed was for the memory of private friends only. mr. coleridge was then extremely ill; but certainly did not believe his end to be quite so near at hand as it was.--ed. the following recollections of mr. coleridge, written in may, , have been also communicated to me by my brother, mr. justice coleridge:-- " _th april_, , _at richmond_. "we got on politics, and he related some curious facts of the prince and perceval. then, adverting to the present state of affairs in portugal, he said that he rejoiced not so much in the mere favourable turn, as in the end that must now be put to the base reign of opinion respecting the superiority and invincible skill of the french generals. brave as sir john moore was, he thought him deficient in that greater and more essential manliness of soul which should have made him not hold his enemy in such fearful respect, and which should have taught him to care less for the opinion of the world at home. "we then got, i know not how, to german topics. he said that the language of their literature was entirely factitious, and had been formed by luther from the two dialects, high and low german; that he had made it, grammatically, most correct, more so, perhaps, than any other language; it was equal to the greek, except in harmony and sweetness. and yet the germans themselves thought it sweet;--klopstock had repeated to him an ode of his own to prove it, and really had deceived himself, by the force of association, into a belief that the harsh sounds, conveying, indeed, or being significant of, sweet images or thoughts, were themselves sweet. mr. c. was asked what he thought of klopstock. he answered, that his fame was rapidly declining in germany; that an englishman might form a correct notion of him by uniting the moral epigram of young, the bombast of hervey, and the minute description of richardson. as to sublimity, he had, with all germans, one rule for producing it;--it was, to take something very great, and make it very small in comparison with that which you wish to elevate. thus, for example, klopstock says,--'as the gardener goes forth, and scatters from his basket seed into the garden; so does the creator scatter worlds with his right hand.' here _worlds_, a large object, are made small in the hands of the creator; consequently, the creator is very great. in short, the germans were not a poetical nation in the very highest sense. wieland was their best poet: his subject was bad, and his thoughts often impure; but his language was rich and harmonious, and his fancy luxuriant. sotheby's translation had not at all caught the manner of the original. but the germans were good metaphysicians and critics: they criticised on principles previously laid down; thus, though they might be wrong, they were in no danger of being self-contradictory, which was too often the case with english critics. "young, he said, was not a poet to be read through at once. his love of point and wit had often put an end to his pathos and sublimity; but there were parts in him which must be immortal. he (mr. c.) loved to read a page of young, and walk out to think of him. "returning to the germans, he said that the state of their religion, when he was in germany, was really shocking. he had never met one clergyman a christian; and he found professors in the universities lecturing against the most material points in the gospel. he instanced, i think, paulus, whose lectures he had attended. the object was to resolve the miracles into natural operations; and such a disposition evinced was the best road to preferment. he severely censured mr. taylor's book, in which the principles of paulus were explained and insisted on with much gratuitous indelicacy. he then entered into the question of socinianism, and noticed, as i recollect, the passage in the old testament; 'the people bowed their faces, and _worshipped_ god and the king.' he said, that all worship implied the presence of the object worshipped: the people worshipped, bowing to the sensuous presence of the one, and the conceived omnipresence of the other. he talked of his having constantly to defend the church against the socinian bishop of llandaff, watson. the subject then varied to roman catholicism, and he gave us an account of a controversy he had had with a very sensible priest in sicily on the worship of saints. he had driven the priest from one post to another, till the latter took up the ground, that though the saints were not omnipresent, yet god, who was so, imparted to them the prayers offered up, and then they used their interference with him to grant them. 'that is, father, (said c. in reply)--excuse my seeming levity, for i mean no impiety--that is; i have a deaf and dumb wife, who yet understands me, and i her, by signs. you have a favour to ask of me, and want my wife's interference; so you communicate your request to me, who impart it to her, and she, by signs back again, begs me to grant it.' the good priest laughed, and said, '_populus milt decipi, et decipiatur!_' "we then got upon the oxford controversy, and he was decidedly of opinion that there could be no doubt of copleston's complete victory. he thought the review had chosen its points of attack ill, as there must doubtless be in every institution so old much to reprehend and carp at. on the other hand, he thought that copleston had not been so severe or hard upon them as he might have been; but he admired the critical part of his work, which he thought very highly valuable, independently of the controversy. he wished some portion of mathematics was more essential to a degree at oxford, as he thought a gentleman's education incomplete without it, and had himself found the necessity of getting up a little, when he could ill spare the time. he every day more and more lamented his neglect of them when at cambridge, "then glancing off to aristotle, he gave a very high character of him. he said that bacon objected to aristotle the grossness of his examples, and davy now did precisely the same to bacon: both were wrong; for each of those philosophers wished to confine the attention of the mind in their works to the _form_ of reasoning only, by which other truths might be established or elicited, and therefore the most trite and common-place examples were in fact the best. he said that during a long confinement to his room, he had taken up the schoolmen, and was astonished at the immense learning and acute knowledge displayed by them; that there was scarcely any thing which modern philosophers had proudly brought forward as their own, which might not be found clearly and systematically laid down by them in some or other of their writings. locke had sneered at the schoolmen unfairly, and had raised a foolish laugh against them by citations from their _quid libet_ questions, which were discussed on the eyes of holydays, and in which the greatest latitude was allowed, being considered mere exercises of ingenuity. we had ridiculed their _quiddities_, and why? had we not borrowed their _quantity_ and their _quality_, and why then reject their _quiddity_, when every schoolboy in logic must know, that of every thing may be asked, _quantum est? quale est?_ and _quid est?_ the last bringing you to the most material of all points, its individual being. he afterwards stated, that in a history of speculative philosophy which he was endeavouring to prepare for publication, he had proved, and to the satisfaction of sir james mackintosh, that there was nothing in locke which his best admirers most admired, that might not be found more clearly and better laid down in descartes or the old schoolmen; not that he was himself an implicit disciple of descartes, though he thought that descartes had been much misinterpreted. "when we got on the subject of poetry and southey, he gave us a critique of the curse of kehama, the fault of which he thought consisted in the association of a plot and a machinery so very wild with feelings so sober and tender: but he gave the poem high commendation, admired the art displayed in the employment of the hindu monstrosities, and begged us to observe the noble feeling excited of the superiority of virtue over vice; that kehama went on, from the beginning to the end of the poem, increasing in power, whilst kailyal gradually lost her hopes and her protectors; and yet by the time we got to the end, we had arrived at an utter contempt and even carelessness of the power of evil, as exemplified in the almighty rajah, and felt a complete confidence in the safety of the unprotected virtue of the maiden. this he thought the very great merit of the poem. "when we walked home with him to the inn, he got on the subject of the english essay for the year at oxford, and thought some consideration of the corruption of language should he introduced into it. [footnote: on etymology.] it originated, he thought, in a desire to abbreviate all expression as much as possible; and no doubt, if in one word, without violating idiom, i can express what others have done in more, and yet be as fully and easily understood, i have manifestly made an improvement; but if, on the other hand, it becomes harder, and takes more time to comprehend a thought or image put in one word by apuleius than when expressed in a whole sentence by cicero, the saving is merely of pen and ink, and the alteration is evidently a corruption." _"april_ .--richmond._ "before breakfast we went into mr. may's delightful book-room, where he was again silent in admiration of the prospect. after breakfast, we walked to church. he seemed full of calm piety, and said he always felt the most delightful sensations in a sunday church-yard,--that it struck him as if god had given to man fifty-two springs in every year. after the service, he was vehement against the sermon, as common-place, and invidious in its tone towards the poor. then he gave many texts from the lessons and gospel of the day, as affording fit subjects for discourses. he ridiculed the absurdity of refusing to believe every thing that you could not understand; and mentioned a rebuke of dr. parr's to a man of the name of frith, and that of another clergyman to a young man, who said he would believe nothing which he could not understand:--'then, young man, your creed will be the shortest of any man's i know.' "as we walked up mr. cambridge's meadows towards twickenham, he criticised johnson and gray as poets, and did not seem to allow them high merit. the excellence of verse, he said, was to be untranslatable into any other words without detriment to the beauty of the passage;--the position of a single word could not be altered in milton without injury. gray's personifications, he said, were mere printer's devils' personifications-- persons with a capital letter, abstract qualities with a small one. he thought collins had more genius than gray, who was a singular instance of a man of taste, poetic feeling, and fancy, without imagination. he contrasted dryden's opening of the th satire of juvenal with johnson's:-- "'let observation, with extensive view, survey mankind from ganges to peru.' which was as much as to say,-- "'let observation with extensive observation observe mankind.' "after dinner he told us a humorous story of his enthusiastic fondness for quakerism, when he was at cambridge, and his attending one of their meetings, which had entirely cured him. when the little children came in, he was in raptures with them, and descanted upon the delightful mode of treating them now, in comparison with what he had experienced in childhood. he lamented the haughtiness with which englishmen treated all foreigners abroad, and the facility with which our government had always given up any people which had allied itself to us, at the end of a war; and he particularly remarked upon our abandonment of minorca. these two things, he said, made us universally disliked on the continent; though, as a people, most highly respected. he thought a war with america inevitable; and expressed his opinion, that the united states were unfortunate in the prematureness of their separation from this country, before they had in themselves the materials of moral society--before they had a gentry and a learned class,--the former looking backwards, and giving the sense of stability--the latter looking forwards, and regulating the feelings of the people. "afterwards, in the drawing-room, he sat down by professor rigaud, with whom he entered into a discussion of kant's system of metaphysics. the little knots of the company were speedily silent: mr. c.'s voice grew louder; and abstruse as the subject was, yet his language was so ready, so energetic, and so eloquent, and his illustrations so very neat and apposite, that the ladies even paid him the most solicitous and respectful attention. they were really entertained with kant's metaphysics! at last i took one of them, a very sweet singer, to the piano-forte; and, when there was a pause, she began an italian air. she was anxious to please him, and he was enraptured. his frame quivered with emotion, and there was a titter of uncommon delight on his countenance. when it was over, he praised the singer warmly, and prayed she might finish those strains in heaven! "this is nearly all, except some anecdotes, which i recollect of our meeting with this most interesting, most wonderful man. some of his topics and arguments i have enumerated; but the connection and the words are lost. and nothing that i can say can give any notion of his eloquence and manner,--of the hold which he soon got on his audience--of the variety of his stores of information--or, finally, of the artlessness of his habits, or the modesty and temper with which he listened to, and answered arguments, contradictory to his own."--j. t. c. the following address has been printed before; but it cannot be too widely circulated, and it will form an appropriate conclusion to this volume. _to adam steinmetz k----._ my dear godchild, i offer up the same fervent prayer for you now, as i did kneeling before the altar, when you were baptized into christ, and solemnly received as a living member of his spiritual body, the church. years must pass before you will be able to read, with an understanding heart, what i now write. but i trust that the all-gracious god, the father of our lord jesus christ, the father of mercies, who, by his only-begotten son, (all mercies in one sovereign mercy!) has redeemed you from the evil ground, and willed you to be born out of darkness, but into light--out of death, but into life--out of sin, but into righteousness, even into the lord our righteousness; i trust that he will graciously hear the prayers of your dear parents, and be with you as the spirit of health and growth in body and mind! my dear godchild!--you received from christ's minister at the baptismal font, as your christian name, the name of a most dear friend of your father's, and who was to me even as a son, the late adam steinmetz, whose fervent aspiration, and ever-paramount aim, even from early youth, was to be a christian in thought, word, and deed--in will, mind, and affections. i too, your godfather, have known what the enjoyments and advantages of this life are, and what the more refined pleasures which learning and intellectual power can bestow; and with all the experience that more than threescore years can give, i now, on the eve of my departure, declare to you, (and earnestly pray that you may hereafter live and act on the conviction,) that health is a great blessing,--competence obtained by honourable industry a great blessing,--and a great blessing it is to have kind, faithful, and loving friends and relatives; but that the greatest of all blessings, as it is the most ennobling of all privileges, is to be indeed a christian. but i have been likewise, through a large portion of my later life, a sufferer, sorely afflicted with bodily pains, languors, and manifold infirmities; and, for the last three or four years, have, with few and brief intervals, been confined to a sick-room, and, at this moment, in great weakness and heaviness, write from a sick-bed, hopeless of a recovery, yet without prospect of a speedy removal; and i, thus on the 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one's condition. worlds, plurality of. z. zendavesta. the end. quotes and images from dumas' "celebrated crimes" celebrated crimes by alexandre dumas (pere) a good novelist needs be a good historian. alexandre dumas was a novelist who knew his history. at least in his early works, he was meticulous in his research. this series of books are histories which place most romantic novels in the shade; they cover many centuries and many lands--those concerning the rennaissance popes are especially intriguing. contents the borgias the cenci massacres of the south mary stuart karl-ludwig sand urbain grandier nisida derues la constantin joan of naples the man in the iron mask (the essay, not the novel) martin guerre ali pacha the countess de saint geran murat the marquise de brinvilliers vaninka the marquise de ganges passages from each volume note: dumas's 'celebrated crimes' was not written for children. the novelist has spared no language--has minced no words--to describe the violent scenes of a violent time. introduction the contents of these volumes of 'celebrated crimes', as well as the motives which led to their inception, are unique. they are a series of stories based upon historical records, from the pen of alexandre dumas, pere, when he was not "the elder," nor yet the author of d'artagnan or monte cristo, but was a rising young dramatist and a lion in the literary set and world of fashion. dumas, in fact, wrote his 'crimes celebres' just prior to launching upon his wonderful series of historical novels, and they may therefore be considered as source books, whence he was to draw so much of that far-reaching and intimate knowledge of inner history which has perennially astonished his readers. the crimes were published in paris, in - , in eight volumes, comprising eighteen titles--all of which now appear in the present carefully translated text. the success of the original work was instantaneous. dumas laughingly said that he thought he had exhausted the subject of famous crimes, until the work was off the press, when he immediately became deluged with letters from every province in france, supplying him with material upon other deeds of violence! the subjects which he has chosen, however, are of both historic and dramatic importance, and they have the added value of giving the modern reader a clear picture of the state of semi-lawlessness which existed in europe, during the middle ages. "the borgias, the cenci, urbain grandier, the marchioness of brinvilliers, the marchioness of ganges, and the rest--what subjects for the pen of dumas!" exclaims garnett. space does not permit us to consider in detail the material here collected, although each title will be found to present points of special interest. the first volume comprises the annals of the borgias and the cenci. the name of the noted and notorious florentine family has become a synonym for intrigue and violence, and yet the borgias have not been without stanch defenders in history. another famous italian story is that of the cenci. the beautiful beatrice cenci--celebrated in the painting of guido, the sixteenth century romance of guerrazi, and the poetic tragedy of shelley, not to mention numerous succeeding works inspired by her hapless fate--will always remain a shadowy figure and one of infinite pathos. the second volume chronicles the sanguinary deeds in the south of france, carried on in the name of religion, but drenching in blood the fair country round about avignon, for a long period of years. the third volume is devoted to the story of mary queen of scots, another woman who suffered a violent death, and around whose name an endless controversy has waged. dumas goes carefully into the dubious episodes of her stormy career, but does not allow these to blind his sympathy for her fate. mary, it should be remembered, was closely allied to france by education and marriage, and the french never forgave elizabeth the part she played in the tragedy. the fourth volume comprises three widely dissimilar tales. one of the strangest stories is that of urbain grandier, the innocent victim of a cunning and relentless religious plot. his story was dramatised by dumas, in . a famous german crime is that of karl-ludwig sand, whose murder of kotzebue, councillor of the russian legation, caused an international upheaval which was not to subside for many years. an especially interesting volume is number six, containing, among other material, the famous "man in the iron mask." this unsolved puzzle of history was later incorporated by dumas in one of the d'artagnan romances a section of the vicomte de bragelonne, to which it gave its name. but in this later form, the true story of this singular man doomed to wear an iron vizor over his features during his entire lifetime could only be treated episodically. while as a special subject in the crimes, dumas indulges his curiosity, and that of his reader, to the full. hugo's unfinished tragedy,'les jumeaux', is on the same subject; as also are others by fournier, in french, and zschokke, in german. other stories can be given only passing mention. the beautiful poisoner, marquise de brinvilliers, must have suggested to dumas his later portrait of miladi, in the three musketeers, the mast celebrated of his woman characters. the incredible cruelties of ali pacha, the turkish despot, should not be charged entirely to dumas, as he is said to have been largely aided in this by one of his "ghosts," mallefille. "not a mere artist"--writes m. de villemessant, founder of the figaro,--"he has nevertheless been able to seize on those dramatic effects which have so much distinguished his theatrical career, and to give those sharp and distinct reproductions of character which alone can present to the reader the mind and spirit of an age. not a mere historian, he has nevertheless carefully consulted the original sources of information, has weighed testimonies, elicited theories, and . . . has interpolated the poetry of history with its most thorough prose." the borgias indeed, caesar (borgia) had the power of persuasion as a gift from heaven; and though they perfectly well knew his duplicity, they had no power of resisting, not so much his actual eloquence as that air of frank good-nature which macchiavelli so greatly admired, and which indeed more than once deceived even him, wily politician as he was. at a time when he was besieged on all sides by mediocrities.... forgetfulness is the best cure for the losses we suffer. the vice-chamberlain (a cardinal) one day remarked in public, when certain people were complaining of the venality of justice, "god wills not that a sinner die, but that he live and pay." the same day, the cardinal's mother sent the pope the ducats, and the next day his mistress, in man's attire, came in person to bring the missing pearl. his holiness, however, was so struck with her beauty in this costume, that, we are told, he let her keep the pearl for the same price she had paid for it. roderigo, retired from public affairs, was given up entirely to the affections of a lover and a father, when he heard that his uncle, who loved him like a son, had been elected pope under the name of calixtus iii. but the young man was at this time so much a lover that love imposed silence on ambition; and indeed he was almost terrified at the exaltation of his uncle, which was no doubt destined to force him once more into public life. the cenci on the th of august, , after the lingering death-agony of innocent viii, during which two hundred and twenty murders were committed in the streets of rome, alexander vi ascended the pontifical throne. son of a sister of pope calixtus iii, roderigo lenzuoli borgia, before being created cardinal, had five children by rosa vanozza, whom he afterwards caused to be married to a rich roman. having seen that beatrice was sentenced to the torture ordinary and extraordinary, and having explained the nature of these tortures, we proceed to quote the official report:-- "and as in reply to every question she would confess nothing, we caused her to be taken by two officers and led from the prison to the torture chamber, where the torturer was in attendance; there, after cutting off her hair, he made her sit on a small stool, undressed her, pulled off her shoes, tied her hands behind her back, fastened them to a rope passed over a pulley bolted into the ceiling of the aforesaid chamber, and wound up at the other end by a four lever windlass, worked by two men." massacres of the south the massacres went on during the whole of the second day, though towards evening the search for victims relaxed somewhat; but still many isolated acts of murder took place during the night. on the morrow, being tired of killing, the people began to destroy, and this phase lasted a long time, it being less fatiguing to throw stones about than corpses. all the convents, all the monasteries, all the houses of the priests and canons were attacked in turn; nothing was spared except the cathedral, before which axes and crowbars seemed to lose their power, and the church of ste. eugenie, which was turned into a powder-magazine. the day of the great butchery was called "la michelade," because it took place the day after michaelmas, and as all this happened in the year the massacre of st. bartholomew must be regarded as a plagiarism. but from this period, each flux and reflux bears more and more the peculiar character of the party which for the moment is triumphant; when the protestants get the upper hand, their vengeance is marked by brutality and rage; when the catholics are victorious, the retaliation is full of hypocrisy and greed. the protestants pull down churches and monasteries, expel the monks, burn the crucifixes, take the body of some criminal from the gallows, nail it on a cross, pierce its side, put a crown of thorns round its temples and set it up in the market-place--an effigy of jesus on calvary. the catholics levy contributions, take back what they had been deprived of, exact indemnities, and although ruined by each reverse, are richer than ever after each victory. mary stueare mary was a harmony in which the most ardent enthusiast for sculptured form could have found nothing to reproach. this was indeed mary's great and real crime: one single imperfection in face or figure, and she would not have died upon the scaffold. besides, to elizabeth, who had never seen her, and who consequently could only judge by hearsay, this beauty was a great cause of uneasiness and of jealousy, which she could not even disguise, and which showed itself unceasingly in eager questions. unfortunately for her honour, mary, always more the woman than the queen, while, on the contrary, elizabeth was always more the queen than the woman, had no sooner regained her power than her first royal act was to exhume rizzio, who had been quietly buried on the threshold of the chapel nearest holyrood palace, and to have him removed to the burial-place of the scottish kings, compromising herself still more by the honours she paid him dead, than by the favour she had granted him living. nisida the priests had already begun to sing the death hymn; the executioner was ready, the procession had set out, when solomon the fisherman appeared suddenly on the threshold of the prison, his eyes aflame and his brow radiant with the halo of the patriarchs. the old man drew himself up to his full height, and raising in one hand the reddened knife, said in a sublime voice, "the sacrifice is fulfilled. god did not send his angel to stay the hand of abraham." the crowd carried him in triumph! [the details of this case are recorded in the archives of the criminal court at naples. we have changed nothing in the age or position of the persons who appear in this narrative. one of the most celebrated advocates at the neapolitan bar secured the acquittal of the old man.] karl ludwig sand fundamentally nothing is great, you see, and nothing small, when things are looked at apart from one another. urbain grandier danger of driving the vanquished to despair. let fall from the height of his superiority a few of those disdainful words which brand as deeply as a red-hot iron. the more absurd the reports, the more credence did they gain. ....crowd of prejudices, which are sacred to the vulgar. fourneau having saluted grandier, proceeded to carry out his orders, whereupon a judge said it was not sufficient to shave the body of the prisoner, but that his nails must also be torn out, lest the devil should hide beneath them. grandier looked at the speaker with an expression of unutterable pity, and held out his hands to fourneau; but forneau put them gently aside, and said he would do nothing of the kind, even were the order given by the cardinal-duke himself. la constantin madly in love, which is the same as saying that he was hopelessly blind, silly, and dense to everything around him. it is singular how very clear-sighted we can be about things that don't touch us. there in semi-isolation and despoiled of her greatness lived angelique-louise de guerchi, formerly companion to mademoiselle de pons and then maid of honour to anne of austria. her love intrigues and the scandals they gave rise to had led to her dismissal from court. not that she was a greater sinner than many who remained behind, only she was unlucky enough or stupid enough to be found out. her admirers were so indiscreet that they had not left her a shred of reputation, and in a court where a cardinal is the lover of a queen, a hypocritical appearance of decorum is indispensable to success. so angelique had to suffer for the faults she was not clever enough to hide. derues "all passions," says la bruyere,--"all passions are deceitful; they disguise themselves as much as possible from the public eye; they hide from themselves. there is no vice which has not a counterfeit resemblance to some virtue, and which does not profit by it." the whole life of derues bears testimony to the truth of this observation. an avaricious poisoner, he attracted his victims by the pretence of fervent and devoted piety, and drew them into the snare where he silently destroyed them. as soon as his head was covered, the executioner gave the signal. one would have thought a very few blows would have finished so frail a being, but he seemed as hard to kill as the venomous reptiles which must be crushed and cut to pieces before life is extinct, and the 'coup de grace' was found necessary. the executioner uncovered his head and showed the confessor that the eyes were closed and that the heart had ceased to beat. the body was then removed from the cross, the hands and feet fastened together, and it was thrown on the funeral pile. while the execution was proceeding the people applauded. on the morrow they bought up the fragments of bone, and hastened to buy lottery tickets, in the firm conviction that these precious relics would bring luck to the fortunate possessors! the man in the iron mask ironm .txt or ironm.zip [etext # ] the man in the iron mask voltaire added a few further details which had been given him by m. de bernaville, the successor of m. de saint-mars, and by an old physician of the bastille who had attended the prisoner whenever his health required a doctor, but who had never seen his face, although he had "often seen his tongue and his body." he also asserted that m. de chamillart was the last minister who was in the secret, and that when his son-in-law, marshal de la feuillade, besought him on his knees, de chamillart being on his deathbed, to tell him the name of the man in the iron mask, the minister replied that he was under a solemn oath never to reveal the secret, it being an affair of state. to all these details, which the marshal acknowledges to be correct, voltaire adds a remarkable note: "what increases our wonder is, that when the unknown captive was sent to the iles sainte-marguerite no personage of note disappeared from the european stage." joan of naples the next morning the people were beforehand with the executioner, loudly demanding their prey. all the national troops and mercenaries that the judicial authorities could command were echelonned in the streets, opposing a sort of dam to the torrent of the raging crowd. the sudden insatiable cruelty that too often degrades human nature had awaked in the populace: all heads were turned with hatred and frenzy; all imaginations inflamed with the passion for revenge; groups of men and women, roaring like wild beasts, threatened to knock down the walls of the prison, if the condemned were not handed over to them to take to the place of punishment: a great murmur arose, continuous, ever the same, like the growling of thunder: the queen's heart was petrified with terror. that same evening the sentence, to the great joy of all, was proclaimed, that joan was innocent and acquitted of all concern in the assassination of her husband. but as her conduct after the event and the indifference she had shown about pursuing the authors of the crime admitted of no valid excuse, the pope declared that there were plain traces of magic, and that the wrong-doing attributed to joan was the result of some baneful charm cast upon her, which she could by no possible means resist. martin guerre mguer .txt or mguer .zip [etext # ] martin guerre on the th of, august , an inauspicious day in the history of france, the roar of cannon was still heard at six in the evening in the plains of st. quentin; where the french army had just been destroyed by the united troops of england and spain, commanded by the famous captain emanuel philibert, duke of savoy. an utterly beaten infantry, the constable montmorency and several generals taken prisoner, the duke d'enghien mortally wounded, the flower of the nobility cut down like grass,--such were the terrible results of a battle which plunged france into mourning, and which would have been a blot on the reign of henry ii, had not the duke of guise obtained a brilliant revenge the following year. this sentence substituted the gallows for the decapitation decreed by the first judge, inasmuch as the latter punishment was reserved for criminals of noble birth, while hanging was inflicted on meaner persons. ali pacha albania was one of the most difficult provinces to manage. its inhabitants were poor, brave, and, the nature of the country was mountainous and inaccessible. the pashas had great difficulty in collecting tribute, because the people were given to fighting for their bread. whether mahomedans or christians, the albanians were above all soldiers. descended on the one side from the unconquerable scythians, on the other from the ancient macedonians, not long since masters of the world; crossed with norman adventurers brought eastwards by the great movement of the crusades; they felt the blood of warriors flow in their veins, and that war was their element. sometimes at feud with one another, canton against canton, village against village, often even house against house; sometimes rebelling against the government their sanjaks; sometimes in league with these against the sultan; they never rested from combat except in an armed peace. each tribe had its military organisation, each family its fortified stronghold, each man his gun on his shoulder. when they had nothing better to do, they tilled their fields, or mowed their neighbours', carrying off, it should be noted, the crop; or pastured their, flocks, watching the opportunity to trespass over pasture limits. this was the normal and regular life of the population of epirus, thesprotia, thessaly, and upper albania. murat on the th june, , at the very moment when the destiny of europe was being decided at waterloo, a man dressed like a beggar was silently following the road from toulon to marseilles. arrived at the entrance of the gorge of ollioulles, he halted on a little eminence from which he could see all the surrounding country; then either because he had reached the end of his journey, or because, before attempting that forbidding, sombre pass which is called the thermopylae of provence, he wished to enjoy the magnificent view which spread to the southern horizon a little longer, he went and sat down on the edge of the ditch which bordered the road, turning his back on the mountains which rise like an amphitheatre to the north of the town, and having at his feet a rich plain covered with tropical vegetation, exotics of a conservatory, trees and flowers quite unknown in any other part of france. the countess of saint geran "could not, for instance," said the marquis, "a confinement be effected without pain?" "i don't know about that, but this i do" know, that i shall take very good care not to practise any method contrary to the laws of nature." "you are deceiving me: you are acquainted with this method, you have already practised it upon a certain person whom i could name to you." "who has dared to calumniate me thus? i operate only after the decision of the faculty. god forbid that i should be stoned by all the physicians, and perhaps expelled from france!" the marquise de brinvilliers when the prayer was done and the doctor raised his head, he saw before him the executioner wiping his face. "well, sir," said he, "was not that a good stroke? i always put up a prayer on these occasions, and god has always assisted me; but i have been anxious for several days about this lady. i had six masses said, and i felt strengthened in hand and heart." he then pulled out a bottle from under his cloak, and drank a dram; and taking the body under one arm, all dressed as it was, and the head in his other hand, the eyes still bandaged, he threw both upon the faggots, which his assistant lighted. "the next day," says madame de sevigne, "people were looking for the charred bones of madame de brinvilliers, because they said she was a saint." the marquise de ganges the beginnings of this union were perfectly happy; the marquis was in love for the first time, and the marquise did not remember ever to have been in love. a son and a daughter came to complete their happiness. the marquise had entirely forgotten the fatal prediction, or, if she occasionally thought of it now, it was to wonder that she could ever have believed in it. such happiness is not of this world, and when by chance it lingers here a while, it seems sent rather by the anger than by the goodness of god. better, indeed, would it be for him who possesses and who loses it, never to have known it. vaninka about the end of the reign of the emperor paul i--that is to say, towards the middle of the first year of the nineteenth century--just as four o'clock in the afternoon was sounding from the church of st. peter and st. paul, whose gilded vane overlooks the ramparts of the fortress, a crowd, composed of all sorts and conditions of people, began to gather in front of a house which belonged to general count tchermayloff, formerly military governor of a fair-sized town in the government of pultava. the first spectators had been attracted by the preparations which they saw had been made in the middle of the courtyard for administering torture with the knout. one of the general's serfs, he who acted as barber, was to be the victim. although this kind of punishment was a common enough sight in st. petersburg, it nevertheless attracted all passers-by when it was publicly administered. this was the occurrence which had caused a crowd, as just mentioned, before general tchermayloff's house. some favorite quotations air of frank good-nature which macchiavelli so greatly admired all passions are deceitful always in extremes, whether of enthusiasm or hatred besieged on all sides by mediocrities danger of driving the vanquished to despair determination to exact his strict legal rights disdainful words which brand as deeply as a red-hot iron doubting spirit which was unhappily so prevalent forgetfulness is the best cure for the losses we suffer fundamentally nothing is great, you see, and nothing small god wills not that a sinner die, but that he live and pay influence he had gained over the narrow-minded interpolated according to the needs of the prosecution italy and greece seemed to be mere suburbs of venice jesus, son of david and mary knew how short was the space between a prison and a tomb let her keep the pearl for the same price she had paid for it madly in love-that is to say silly and blind method contrary to the laws of nature more absurd the reports, the more credence did they gain no vice which has not a counterfeit resemblance to some virtue prejudices, which are sacred to the vulgar put to the question ordinary and extraordinary so much a lover that love imposed silence on ambition the last thing i should desire would be to be as dead as he to draw back was to acknowledge one's guilt too commonplace ever to arrive at a high position vanity and self-satisfaction very clear-sighted we can be about things that don't touch us without fear of being called to account if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the plain text ebook below and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. entire gutenberg edition of dumas celebrated crimes ( . mb) http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /dcrim .txt quotes and images from michel de montaigne the essays of michel de montaigne quotations from the five volumes with five etchings a child should not be brought up in his mother's lap a gallant man does not give over his pursuit for being refused a generous heart ought not to belie its own thoughts a hundred more escape us than ever come to our knowledge a lady could not boast of her chastity who was never tempted a little cheese when a mind to make a feast a little thing will turn and divert us a man may always study, but he must not always go to school a man may govern himself well who cannot govern others so a man may play the fool in everything else, but not in poetry a man must either imitate the vicious or hate them a man must have courage to fear a man never speaks of himself without loss a man should abhor lawsuits as much as he may a man should diffuse joy, but, as much as he can, smother grief a man's accusations of himself are always believed a parrot would say as much as that a person's look is but a feeble warranty a well-bred man is a compound man a well-governed stomach is a great part of liberty a word ill taken obliterates ten years' merit abhorrence of the patient are necessary circumstances abominate that incidental repentance which old age brings accept all things we are not able to refute accommodated my subject to my strength accursed be thou, as he that arms himself for fear of death accusing all others of ignorance and imposition acquiesce and submit to truth acquire by his writings an immortal life addict thyself to the study of letters addresses his voyage to no certain, port admiration is the foundation of all philosophy advantageous, too, a little to recede from one's right advise to choose weapons of the shortest sort affect words that are not of current use affection towards their husbands, (not) until they have lost them affirmation and obstinacy are express signs of want of wit affright people with the very mention of death against my trifles you could say no more than i myself have said age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face agesilaus, what he thought most proper for boys to learn? agitated betwixt hope and fear agitation has usurped the place of reason alexander said, that the end of his labour was to labour all actions equally become and equally honour a wise man all apprentices when we come to it (death) all defence shows a face of war all i aim at is, to pass my time at my ease all i say is by way of discourse, and nothing by way of advice all judgments in gross are weak and imperfect all over-nice solicitude about riches smells of avarice all things have their seasons, even good ones all think he has yet twenty good years to come all those who have authority to be angry in my family almanacs always be parading their pedantic science always complaining is the way never to be lamented always the perfect religion am as jealous of my repose as of my authority an advantage in judgment we yield to none "an emperor," said he, "must die standing" an ignorance that knowledge creates and begets ancient romans kept their youth always standing at school and hate him so as you were one day to love him and we suffer the ills of a long peace anger and hatred are beyond the duty of justice any argument if it be carried on with method any old government better than change and alteration any one may deprive us of life; no one can deprive us of death anything appears greatest to him that never knew a greater anything becomes foul when commended by the multitude anything of value in him, let him make it appear in his conduct appetite comes to me in eating appetite is more sharp than one already half-glutted by the eyes appetite runs after that it has not appetite to read more, than glutted with that we have applaud his judgment than commend his knowledge apprenticeship and a resemblance of death apprenticeships that are to be served beforehand apt to promise something less than what i am able to do archer that shoots over, misses as much as he that falls short armed parties (the true school of treason, inhumanity, robbery arrogant ignorance art that could come to the knowledge of but few persons "art thou not ashamed," said he to him, "to sing so well?" arts of persuasion, to insinuate it into our minds as great a benefit to be without (children) as if anything were so common as ignorance as if impatience were of itself a better remedy than patience as we were formerly by crimes, so we are now overburdened by law ashamed to lay out as much thought and study upon it assurance they give us of the certainty of their drugs at least, if they do no good, they will do no harm at the most, but patch you up, and prop you a little attribute facility of belief to simplicity and ignorance attribute to itself; all the happy successes that happen authority of the number and antiquity of the witnesses authority to be dissected by the vain fancies of men authority which a graceful presence and a majestic mien beget avoid all magnificences that will in a short time be forgotten away with that eloquence that enchants us with itself away with this violence! away with this compulsion! bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age be not angry to no purpose be on which side you will, you have as fair a game to play bears well a changed fortune, acting both parts equally well beast of company, as the ancient said, but not of the herd beauty of stature is the only beauty of men because the people know so well how to obey become a fool by too much wisdom being as impatient of commanding as of being commanded being dead they were then by one day happier than he being over-studious, we impair our health and spoil our humour belief compared to the impression of a seal upon the soul believing heaven concerned at our ordinary actions best part of a captain to know how to make use of occasions best test of truth is the multitude of believers in a crowd best virtue i have has in it some tincture of vice better at speaking than writing--motion and action animate word better have none at all than to have them in so prodigious a number better to be alone than in foolish and troublesome company blemishes of the great naturally appear greater books go side by side with me in my whole course books have many charming qualities to such as know how to choose books have not so much served me for instruction as exercise books i read over again, still smile upon me with fresh novelty books of things that were never either studied or understood both himself and his posterity declared ignoble, taxable both kings and philosophers go to stool burnt and roasted for opinions taken upon trust from others business to-morrow but ill proves the honour and beauty of an action by its utility but it is not enough that our education does not spoil us by resenting the lie we acquit ourselves of the fault by suspecting them, have given them a title to do ill "by the gods," said he, "if i was not angry, i would execute you" by the misery of this life, aiming at bliss in another caesar: he would be thought an excellent engineer to boot caesar's choice of death: "the shortest" can neither keep nor enjoy anything with a good grace cannot stand the liberty of a friend's advice carnal appetites only supported by use and exercise cato said: so many servants, so many enemies ceremony forbids us to express by words things that are lawful certain other things that people hide only to show them change is to be feared change of fashions change only gives form to injustice and tyranny cherish themselves most where they are most wrong chess: this idle and childish game chiefly knew himself to be mortal by this act childish ignorance of many very ordinary things children are amused with toys and men with words cicero: on fame civil innocence is measured according to times and places cleave to the side that stood most in need of her cloak on one shoulder, my cap on one side, a stocking disordered college: a real house of correction of imprisoned youth coming out of the same hole commit themselves to the common fortune common consolation, discourages and softens me common friendships will admit of division conclude the depth of my sense by its obscurity concluding no beauty can be greater than what they see condemn all violence in the education of a tender soul condemn the opposite affirmation equally condemnations have i seen more criminal than the crimes condemning wine, because some people will be drunk confession enervates reproach and disarms slander confidence in another man's virtue conscience makes us betray, accuse, and fight against ourselves conscience, which we pretend to be derived from nature consent, and complacency in giving a man's self up to melancholy consoles himself upon the utility and eternity of his writings content: more easily found in want than in abundance counterfeit condolings of pretenders courageous in death, not because his soul is immortal--socrates courtesy and good manners is a very necessary study crafty humility that springs from presumption crates did worse, who threw himself into the liberty of poverty cruelty is the very extreme of all vices culling out of several books the sentences that best please me curiosity and of that eager passion for news curiosity of knowing things has been given to man for a scourge "custom," replied plato, "is no little thing" customs and laws make justice dangerous man you have deprived of all means to escape dangers do, in truth, little or nothing hasten our end dearness is a good sauce to meat death can, whenever we please, cut short inconveniences death conduces more to birth and augmentation than to loss death discharges us of all our obligations death has us every moment by the throat death is a part of you death is terrible to cicero, coveted by cato death of old age the most rare and very seldom seen deceit maintains and supplies most men's employment decree that says, "the court understands nothing of the matter" defence allures attempt, and defiance provokes an enemy defend most the defects with which we are most tainted defer my revenge to another and better time deformity of the first cruelty makes me abhor all imitation delivered into our own custody the keys of life denying all solicitation, both of hand and mind depend as much upon fortune as anything else we do desire of riches is more sharpened by their use than by the need desire of travel desires, that still increase as they are fulfilled detest in others the defects which are more manifest in us did my discourses came only from my mouth or from my heart did not approve all sorts of means to obtain a victory die well--that is, patiently and tranquilly difference betwixt memory and understanding difficulty gives all things their estimation dignify our fopperies when we commit them to the press diogenes, esteeming us no better than flies or bladders discover what there is of good and clean in the bottom of the po disdainful, contemplative, serious and grave as the ass disease had arrived at its period or an effect of chance? disgorge what we eat in the same condition it was swallowed disguise, by their abridgments and at their own choice dissentient and tumultuary drugs diversity of medical arguments and opinions embraces all diverting the opinions and conjectures of the people do not much blame them for making their advantage of our folly do not to pray that all things may go as we would have them do not, nevertheless, always believe myself do thine own work, and know thyself doctors: more felicity and duration in their own lives? doctrine much more intricate and fantastic than the thing itself dost thou, then, old man, collect food for others' ears? doubt whether those (old writings) we have be not the worst doubtful ills plague us worst downright and sincere obedience drugs being in its own nature an enemy to our health drunkeness a true and certain trial of every one's nature dying appears to him a natural and indifferent accident each amongst you has made somebody cuckold eat your bread with the sauce of a more pleasing imagination education education ought to be carried on with a severe sweetness effect and performance are not at all in our power either tranquil life, or happy death eloquence prejudices the subject it would advance emperor julian, surnamed the apostate endeavouring to be brief, i become obscure engaged in the avenues of old age, being already past forty enough to do to comfort myself, without having to console others enslave our own contentment to the power of another? enters lightly into a quarrel is apt to go as lightly out of it entertain us with fables: astrologers and physicians epicurus establish this proposition by authority and huffing evade this tormenting and unprofitable knowledge even the very promises of physic are incredible in themselves events are a very poor testimony of our worth and parts every abridgment of a good book is a foolish abridgment every day travels towards death; the last only arrives at it every government has a god at the head of it every man thinks himself sufficiently intelligent every place of retirement requires a walk everything has many faces and several aspects examine, who is better learned, than who is more learned excel above the common rate in frivolous things excuse myself from knowing anything which enslaves me to others executions rather whet than dull the edge of vices expresses more contempt and condemnation than the other extend their anger and hatred beyond the dispute in question extremity of philosophy is hurtful fabric goes forming and piling itself up from hand to hand fame: an echo, a dream, nay, the shadow of a dream fancy that others cannot believe otherwise than as he does fantastic gibberish of the prophetic canting far more easy and pleasant to follow than to lead fathers conceal their affection from their children fault not to discern how far a man's worth extends fault will be theirs for having consulted me fear and distrust invite and draw on offence fear is more importunate and insupportable than death itself fear of the fall more fevers me than the fall itself fear to lose a thing, which being lost, cannot be lamented? fear was not that i should do ill, but that i should do nothing fear: begets a terrible astonishment and confusion feared, lest disgrace should make such delinquents desperate feminine polity has a mysterious procedure few men have been admired by their own domestics few men have made a wife of a mistress, who have not repented it first informed who were to be the other guests first thing to be considered in love matters: a fitting time flatterer in your old age or in your sickness follies do not make me laugh, it is our wisdom which does folly and absurdity are not to be cured by bare admonition folly of gaping after future things folly satisfied with itself than any reason can reasonably be folly than to be moved and angry at the follies of the world folly to hazard that upon the uncertainty of augmenting it folly to put out their own light and shine by a borrowed lustre for fear of the laws and report of men for who ever thought he wanted sense? fortune heaped up five or six such-like incidents fortune rules in all things fortune sometimes seems to delight in taking us at our word fortune will still be mistress of events fox, who found fault with what he could not obtain friend, it is not now time to play with your nails friend, the hook will not stick in such soft cheese friendships that the law and natural obligation impose upon us fruits of public commotion are seldom enjoyed gain to change an ill condition for one that is uncertain gave them new and more plausible names for their excuse gentleman would play the fool to make a show of defence gently to bear the inconstancy of a lover gewgaw to hang in a cabinet or at the end of the tongue give but the rind of my attention give me time to recover my strength and health give the ladies a cruel contempt of our natural furniture give these young wenches the things they long for give us history, more as they receive it than as they believe it giving is an ambitious and authoritative quality glory and curiosity are the scourges of the soul go out of ourselves, because we know not how there to reside good does not necessarily succeed evil; another evil may succeed good to be certain and finite, and evil, infinite and uncertain got up but an inch upon the shoulders of the last, but one gradations above and below pleasure gratify the gods and nature by massacre and murder great presumption to be so fond of one's own opinions greatest apprehensions, from things unseen, concealed greatest talkers, for the most part, do nothing to purpose greedy humour of new and unknown things grief provokes itself gross impostures of religions guess at our meaning under general and doubtful terms happen to do anything commendable, i attribute it to fortune hard to resolve a man's judgment against the common opinions haste trips up its own heels, fetters, and stops itself hate all sorts of obligation and restraint hate remedies that are more troublesome than the disease itself have ever had a great respect for her i loved have more wherewith to defray my journey, than i have way to go have no other title left me to these things but by the ears have you ever found any who have been dissatisfied with dying? having too good an opinion of our own worth he cannot be good, seeing he is not evil even to the wicked he did not think mankind worthy of a wise man's concern he felt a pleasure and delight in so noble an action he judged other men by himself he may employ his passion, who can make no use of his reason he may well go a foot, they say, who leads his horse in his hand he must fool it a little who would not be deemed wholly a fool he should discern in himself, as well as in others he took himself along with him he who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears he who is only a good man that men may know it he who lays the cloth is ever at the charge of the feast he who lives everywhere, lives nowhere he who provides for all, provides for nothing he who stops not the start will never be able to stop the course he will choose to be alone headache should come before drunkenness health depends upon the vanity and falsity of their promises health is altered and corrupted by their frequent prescriptions health to be worth purchasing by all the most painful cauteries hearing a philosopher talk of military affairs heat and stir up their imagination, and then we find fault help: no other effect than that of lengthening my suffering high time to die when there is more ill than good in living hoary head and rivilled face of ancient usage hobbes said that if he had been at college as long as others-- hold a stiff rein upon suspicion home anxieties and a mind enslaved by wearing complaints homer: the only words that have motion and action honour of valour consists in fighting, not in subduing how infirm and decaying material this fabric of ours is how many and many times he has been mistaken in his own judgment how many more have died before they arrived at thy age how many several ways has death to surprise us? "how many things," said he, "i do not desire!" how many worthy men have we known to survive their reputation how much easier is it not to enter in than it is to get out how much it costs him to do no worse how much more insupportable and painful an immortal life how uncertain duration these accidental conveniences are humble out of pride husbands hate their wives only because they themselves do wrong i always find superfluity superfluous i am a little tenderly distrustful of things that i wish i am apt to dream that i dream i am disgusted with the world i frequent i am hard to be got out, but being once upon the road i am no longer in condition for any great change i am not to be cuffed into belief i am plain and heavy, and stick to the solid and the probable i am very glad to find the way beaten before me by others i am very willing to quit the government of my house i bequeath to areteus the maintenance of my mother i can more hardly believe a man's constancy than any virtue i cannot well refuse to play with my dog i content myself with enjoying the world without bustle i dare not promise but that i may one day be so much a fool i do not consider what it is now, but what it was then i do not judge opinions by years i do not much lament the dead, and should envy them rather i do not say that 'tis well said, but well thought i do not willingly alight when i am once on horseback i enter into confidence with dying i ever justly feared to raise my head too high i every day hear fools say things that are not foolish i find myself here fettered by the laws of ceremony i find no quality so easy to counterfeit as devotion i for my part always went the plain way to work i grudge nothing but care and trouble i had much rather die than live upon charity i had rather be old a brief time, than be old before old age i hail and caress truth in what quarter soever i find it i hate all sorts of tyranny, both in word and deed i hate poverty equally with pain i have a great aversion from a novelty "i have done nothing to-day"--"what? have you not lived?" i have lived longer by this one day than i should have done i have no mind to die, but i have no objection to be dead i have not a wit supple enough to evade a sudden question i have nothing of my own that satisfies my judgment i honour those most to whom i show the least honour i lay no great stress upon my opinions; or of others i look upon death carelessly when i look upon it universally i love stout expressions amongst gentle men i love temperate and moderate natures i need not seek a fool from afar; i can laugh at myself i owe it rather to my fortune than my reason i receive but little advice, i also give but little i scorn to mend myself by halves i see no people so soon sick as those who take physic i speak truth, not so much as i would, but as much as i dare i take hold of, as little glorious and exemplary as you will i understand my men even by their silence and smiles i was always superstitiously afraid of giving offence i was too frightened to be ill "i wish you good health"--"no health to thee" replied the other i would as willingly be lucky as wise i would be rich of myself, and not by borrowing i write my book for few men and for few years idleness is to me a very painful labour idleness, the mother of corruption if a passion once prepossess and seize me, it carries me away if i am talking my best, whoever interrupts me, stops me if i stand in need of anger and inflammation, i borrow it if it be a delicious medicine, take it if it be the writer's wit or borrowed from some other if nature do not help a little, it is very hard if they can only be kind to us out of pity if they chop upon one truth, that carries a mighty report if they hear no noise, they think men sleep if to philosophise be, as 'tis defined, to doubt ignorance does not offend me, but the foppery of it impotencies that so unseasonably surprise the lover ill luck is good for something imagine the mighty will not abase themselves so much as to live imitating other men's natures, thou layest aside thy own immoderate either seeking or evading glory or reputation impose them upon me as infallible impostures: very strangeness lends them credit improperly we call this voluntary dissolution, despair impunity pass with us for justice in everything else a man may keep some decorum in ordinary friendships i am somewhat cold and shy in solitude, be company for thyself--tibullus in sorrow there is some mixture of pleasure in the meantime, their halves were begging at their doors in this last scene of death, there is no more counterfeiting in those days, the tailor took measure of it in war not to drive an enemy to despair inclination to love one another at the first sight inclination to variety and novelty common to us both incline the history to their own fancy inconsiderate excuses are a kind of self-accusation inconveniences that moderation brings (in civil war) indiscreet desire of a present cure, that so blind us indocile liberty of this member inquisitive after everything insensible of the stroke when our youth dies in us insert whole sections and pages out of ancient authors intelligence is required to be able to know that a man knows not intemperance is the pest of pleasure intended to get a new husband than to lament the old interdict all gifts betwixt man and wife interdiction incites, and who are more eager, being forbidden it (my books) may know many things that are gone from me it happens, as with cages, the birds without despair to get in it is better to die than to live miserable it is no hard matter to get children it is not a book to read, 'tis a book to study and learn it is not for outward show that the soul is to play its part it's madness to nourish infirmity jealousy: no remedy but flight or patience judge by justice, and choose men by reason judge by the eye of reason, and not from common report judgment of duty principally lies in the will judgment of great things is many times formed from lesser thing justice als takes cognisance of those who glean after the reaper killing is good to frustrate an offence to come, not to revenge knock you down with the authority of their experience knot is not so sure that a man may not half suspect it will slip knowledge and truth may be in us without judgment knowledge is not so absolutely necessary as judgment knowledge of others, wherein the honour consists known evil was ever more supportable than one that was, new ladies are no sooner ours, than we are no more theirs language: obscure and unintelligible in wills and contracts lascivious poet: homer last death will kill but a half or a quarter of a man law: breeder of altercation and division laws (of plato on travel), which forbids it after threescore laws cannot subsist without mixture of injustice laws do what they can, when they cannot do what they would laws keep up their credit, not for being just--but as laws lay the fault on the voices of those who speak to me laying themselves low to avoid the danger of falling learn my own debility and the treachery of my understanding learn the theory from those who best know the practice learn what it is right to wish learning improves fortunes enough, but not minds least end of a hair will serve to draw them into my discourse least touch or prick of a pencil in comparison of the whole leave society when we can no longer add anything to it leaving nothing unsaid, how home and bitter soever led by the ears by this charming harmony of words lend himself to others, and only give himself to himself lessen the just value of things that i possess "let a man take which course he will," said he; "he will repent" let him be as wise as he will, after all he is but a man let him be satisfied with correcting himself let him examine every man's talent let it alone a little let it be permitted to the timid to hope let not us seek illusions from without and unknown let us not be ashamed to speak what we are not ashamed to think let us not seek our disease out of ourselves; 'tis in us liberality at the expense of others liberty and laziness, the qualities most predominant in me liberty of poverty liberty to lean, but not to lay our whole weight upon others library: tis there that i am in my kingdom license of judgments is a great disturbance to great affairs life of caesar has no greater example for us than our own life should be cut off in the sound and living part light griefs can speak: deep sorrows are dumb light prognostics they give of themselves in their tender years little affairs most disturb us little knacks and frivolous subtleties little learning is needed to form a sound mind"--seneca little less trouble in governing a private family than a kingdom live a quite contrary sort of life to what they prescribe others live at the expense of life itself live, not so long as they please, but as long as they ought living is slavery if the liberty of dying be wanting living well, which of all arts is the greatest laying the fault upon the patient, by such frivolous reasons lodge nothing in his fancy upon simple authority and upon trust long a voyage i should at last run myself into some disadvantage long sittings at table both trouble me and do me harm long toleration begets habit; habit, consent and imitation look on death not only without astonishment but without care look upon themselves as a third person only, a stranger look, you who think the gods have no care of human things lose what i have a particular care to lock safe up loses more by defending his vineyard than if he gave it up love is the appetite of generation by the mediation of beauty love shamefully and dishonestly cured by marriage love them the less for our own faults love we bear to our wives is very lawful love, full, lively, and sharp; a pleasure inflamed by difficulty loved them for our sport, like monkeys, and not as men lower himself to the meanness of defending his innocence made all medicinal conclusions largely give way to my pleasure making their advantage of our folly, for most men do the same malice must be employed to correct this arrogant ignorance malice sucks up the greatest part of its own venom malicious kind of justice man (must) know that he is his own man after who held out his pulse to a physician was a fool man can never be wise but by his own wisdom man may say too much even upon the best subjects man may with less trouble adapt himself to entire abstinence man must approach his wife with prudence and temperance man must have a care not to do his master so great service man must learn that he is nothing but a fool man runs a very great hazard in their hands (of physicians) mark of singular good nature to preserve old age marriage marriage rejects the company and conditions of love melancholy: are there not some constitutions that feed upon it? memories are full enough, but the judgment totally void men approve of things for their being rare and new men are not always to rely upon the personal confessions men as often commend as undervalue me beyond reason men make them (the rules) without their (women's) help men must embark, and not deliberate, upon high enterprises men should furnish themselves with such things as would float mercenaries who would receive any (pay) merciful to the man, but not to his wickedness--aristotle methinks i am no more than half of myself methinks i promise it, if i but say it miracle: everything our reason cannot comprehend miracles and strange events have concealed themselves from me miracles appear to be so, according to our ignorance of nature miserable kind of remedy, to owe one's health to one's disease! miserable, who has not at home where to be by himself misfortunes that only hurt us by being known mix railing, indiscretion, and fury in his disputations moderation is a virtue that gives more work than suffering modesty is a foolish virtue in an indigent person (homer) more ado to interpret interpretations more books upon books than upon any other subject more brave men been lost in occasions of little moment more solicitous that men speak of us, than how they speak more supportable to be always alone than never to be so more valued a victory obtained by counsel than by force morosity and melancholic humour of a sour ill-natured pedant most cruel people, and upon frivolous occasions, apt to cry most men are rich in borrowed sufficiency most men do not so much believe as they acquiesce and permit most of my actions are guided by example, not by choice mothers are too tender motive to some vicious occasion or some prospect of profit much better to offend him once than myself every day much difference betwixt us and ourselves must for the most part entertain ourselves with ourselves must of necessity walk in the steps of another my affection alters, my judgment does not my books: from me hold that which i have not retained my dog unseasonably importunes me to play my fancy does not go by itself, as when my legs move it my humour is no friend to tumult my humour is unfit either to speak or write for beginners my innocence is a simple one; little vigour and no art my mind is easily composed at distance my reason is not obliged to bow and bend; my knees are my thoughts sleep if i sit still my words does but injure the love i have conceived within natural death the most rare and very seldom seen nature of judgment to have it more deliberate and more slow nature of wit is to have its operation prompt and sudden nature, who left us in such a state of imperfection nearest to the opinions of those with whom they have to do negligent garb, which is yet observable amongst the young men neither be a burden to myself nor to any other neither continency nor virtue where there are no opposing desire neither men nor their lives are measured by the ell neither the courage to die nor the heart to live never any man knew so much, and spake so little never did two men make the same judgment of the same thing never observed any great stability in my soul to resist passions never oppose them either by word or sign, how false or absurd never represent things to you simply as they are never spoke of my money, but falsely, as others do new world: sold it opinions and our arts at a very dear rate none that less keep their promise (than physicians) no alcohol the night on which a man intends to get children no beast in the world so much to be feared by man as man no danger with them, though they may do us no good no doing more difficult than that not doing, nor more active no effect of virtue, to have stronger arms and legs no evil is honourable; but death is honourable no excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness no great choice betwixt not knowing to speak anything but ill-- no man continues ill long but by his own fault no man is free from speaking foolish things no man more certain than another of to-morrow--seneca no necessity upon a man to live in necessity no one can be called happy till he is dead and buried no other foundation or support than public abuse no passion so contagious as that of fear no physic that has not something hurtful in it no use to this age, i throw myself back upon that other no way found to tranquillity that is good in common noble and rich, where examples of virtue are rarely lodged nobody prognosticated that i should be wicked, but only useless noise of arms deafened the voice of laws none of the sex, let her be as ugly as the devil thinks lovable nor get children but before i sleep, nor get them standing nor have other tie upon one another, but by our word nosegay of foreign flowers, having furnished nothing of my own not a victory that puts not an end to the war not being able to govern events, i govern myself not believe from one, i should not believe from a hundred not certain to live till i came home not conceiving things otherwise than by this outward bark not conclude too much upon your mistress's inviolable chastity not for any profit, but for the honour of honesty itself not having been able to pronounce one syllable, which is no! not in a condition to lend must forbid himself to borrow not melancholic, but meditative not to instruct but to be instructed not want, but rather abundance, that creates avarice nothing can be a grievance that is but once nothing falls where all falls nothing is more confident than a bad poet nothing is so firmly believed, as what we least know nothing is so supple and erratic as our understanding nothing noble can be performed without danger nothing presses so hard upon a state as innovation nothing so grossly, nor so ordinarily faulty, as the laws nothing tempts my tears but tears nothing that so poisons as flattery number of fools so much exceeds the wise o athenians, what this man says, i will do o my friends, there is no friend: aristotle o wretched men, whose pleasures are a crime o, the furious advantage of opportunity! obedience is never pure nor calm in him who reasons and disputes obliged to his age for having weaned him from pleasure observed the laws of marriage, than i either promised or expect obstinacy and contention are common qualities obstinacy is the sister of constancy obstinacy and heat in argument are the surest proofs of folly obstinate in growing worse occasion to la boetie to write his "voluntary servitude" occasions of the least lustre are ever the most dangerous occupy our thoughts about the general, and about universal cause of the fleeting years each steals something from me office of magnanimity openly and professedly to love and hate oftentimes agitated with divers passions old age: applaud the past and condemn the present old men who retain the memory of things past omit, as incredible, such things as they do not understand on all occasions to contradict and oppose one door into life, but a hundred thousand ways out one may be humble out of pride one may more boldly dare what nobody thinks you dare one may regret better times, but cannot fly from the present one must first know what is his own and what is not only desire to become more wise, not more learned or eloquent only secure harbour from the storms and tempests of life only set the humours they would purge more violently in work open speaking draws out discoveries, like wine and love opinions they have of things and not by the things themselves opinions we have are taken on authority and trust opposition and contradiction entertain and nourish them option now of continuing in life or of completing the voyage order a purge for your brain, it will there be much better order it so that your virtue may conquer your misfortune ordinances it (medicine) foists upon us ordinary friendships, you are to walk with bridle in your hand ordinary method of cure is carried on at the expense of life others adore all of their own side ought not only to have his hands, but his eyes, too, chaste ought not to expect much either from his vigilance or power ought to withdraw and retire his soul from the crowd our extremest pleasure has some sort of groaning our fancy does what it will, both with itself and us our judgments are yet sick our justice presents to us but one hand our knowledge, which is a wretched foundation our qualities have no title but in comparison our will is more obstinate by being opposed over-circumspect and wary prudence is a mortal enemy overvalue things, because they are foreign, absent owe ourselves chiefly and mostly to ourselves passion has a more absolute command over us than reason passion has already confounded his judgment passion of dandling and caressing infants scarcely born pay very strict usury who did not in due time pay the principal people are willing to be gulled in what they desire people conceiving they have right and title to be judges perfect friendship i speak of is indivisible perfect men as they are, they are yet simply men perfection: but i will not buy it so dear as it costs perpetual scolding of his wife (of socrates) petulant madness contends with itself philopoemen: paying the penalty of my ugliness philosophy philosophy has discourses proper for childhood philosophy is nothing but to prepare one's self to die philosophy is that which instructs us to live philosophy looked upon as a vain and fantastic name physicians cure by misery and pain physic physician worse physicked physician: pass through all the diseases he pretends to cure physician's "help", which is very often an obstacle physicians are not content to deal only with the sick physicians fear men should at any time escape their authority physicians were the only men who might lie at pleasure physicians: earth covers their failures pinch the secret strings of our imperfections pitiful ways and expedients to the jugglers of the law pity is reputed a vice amongst the stoics plato angry at excess of sleeping than at excess of drinking plato forbids children wine till eighteen years of age plato said of the egyptians, that they were all physicians plato says, that the gods made man for their sport plato will have nobody marry before thirty plato: lawyers and physicians are bad institutions of a country plays of children are not performed in play pleasing all: a mark that can never be aimed at or hit pleasure of telling (a pleasure little inferior to that of doing poets possession begets a contempt of what it holds and rules practical jokes: tis unhandsome to fight in play preachers very often work more upon their auditory than reasons preface to bribe the benevolence of the courteous reader prefer in bed, beauty before goodness preferring the universal and common tie to all national ties premeditation of death is the premeditation of liberty prepare ourselves against the preparations of death present him such words as the memory suggests to the tongue present himself with a halter about his neck to the people presumptive knowledge by silence pretending to find out the cause of every accident priest shall on the wedding-day open the way to the bride proceed so long as there shall be ink and paper in the world profession of knowledge and their immeasurable self-conceit profit made only at the expense of another prolong his life also prolonged and augmented his pain prolong your misery an hour or two prudent and just man may be intemperate and inconsistent prudent man, when i imagine him in this posture psalms of king david: promiscuous, indiscreet public weal requires that men should betray, and lie puerile simplicities of our children pure cowardice that makes our belief so pliable put us into a way of extending and diversifying difficulties pyrrho's hog quiet repose and a profound sleep without dreams rage compelled to excuse itself by a pretence of good-will rage it puts them to oppose silence and coldness to their fury rash and incessant scolding runs into custom rather be a less while old than be old before i am really so rather complain of ill-fortune than be ashamed of victory rather prating of another man's province than his own reading those books, converse with the great and heroic souls reasons often anticipate the effect recommendation of strangeness, rarity, and dear purchase refusing to justify, excuse, or explain myself regret so honourable a post, where necessity must make them bold remotest witness knows more about it than those who were nearest represented her a little too passionate for a married venus reputation: most useless, frivolous, and false coin that passes repute for value in them, not what they bring to us reserve a backshop, wholly our own and entirely free resolved to bring nothing to it but expectation and patience rest satisfied, without desire of prolongation of life or name restoring what has been lent us, wit usury and accession revenge more wounds our children than it heals us revenge, which afterwards produces a series of new cruelties reverse of truth has a hundred thousand forms rhetoric: an art to flatter and deceive rhetoric: to govern a disorderly and tumultuous rabble richer than we think we are; but we are taught to borrow ridiculous desire of riches when we have lost the use of them right of command appertains to the beautiful-aristotle rome was more valiant before she grew so learned rowers who so advance backward rude and quarrelsome flatly to deny a stated fact same folly as to be sorry we were not alive a hundred years ago satisfaction of mind to have only one path to walk in satisfied and pleased with and in themselves say of some compositions that they stink of oil and of the lamp scratching is one of nature's sweetest gratifications season a denial with asperity, suspense, or favour see how flexible our reason is seek the quadrature of the circle, even when on their wives seeming anger, for the better governing of my house send us to the better air of some other country sense: no one who is not contented with his share setting too great a value upon ourselves setting too little a value upon others settled my thoughts to live upon less than i have sex: to put fools and wise men, beasts and us, on a level shake the truth of our church by the vices of her ministers shame for me to serve, being so near the reach of liberty sharps and sweets of marriage, are kept secret by the wise she who only refuses, because 'tis forbidden, consents shelter my own weakness under these great reputations short of the foremost, but before the last should first have mended their breeches silence, therefore, and modesty are very advantageous qualities silent mien procured the credit of prudence and capacity sins that make the least noise are the worst sitting betwixt two stools slaves, or exiles, ofttimes live as merrily as other folk sleep suffocates and suppresses the faculties of the soul smile upon us whilst we are alive so austere and very wise countenance and carriage--of physicians so many trillions of men, buried before us so much are men enslaved to their miserable being so that i could have said no worse behind their backs so weak and languishing, as not to have even wishing left to him socrates kept a confounded scolding wife socrates: according to what a man can soft, easy, and wholesome pillow is ignorance and incuriosity solon said that eating was physic against the malady hunger solon, that none can be said to be happy until he is dead some people rude, by being overcivil in their courtesy some wives covetous indeed, but very few that are good managers sometimes the body first submits to age, sometimes the mind souls that are regular and strong of themselves are rare sparing and an husband of his knowledge speak less of one's self than what one really is is folly spectators can claim no interest in the honour and pleasure stilpo lost wife, children, and goods stilpo: thank god, nothing was lost of his strangely suspect all this merchandise: medical care strong memory is commonly coupled with infirm judgment studied, when young, for ostentation, now for diversion studies, to teach me to do, and not to write study makes me sensible how much i have to learn study of books is a languishing and feeble motion study to declare what is justice, but never took care to do it stumble upon a truth amongst an infinite number of lies stupidity and facility natural to the common people style wherewith men establish religions and laws subdividing these subtilties we teach men to increase their doubt such a recipe as they will not take themselves suffer my judgment to be made captive by prepossession suffer those inconveniences which are not possibly to be avoided sufficiently covered by their virtue without any other robe suicide: a morsel that is to be swallowed without chewing superstitiously to seek out in the stars the ancient causes swell and puff up their souls, and their natural way of speaking swim in troubled waters without fishing in them take a pleasure in being uninterested in other men's affairs take all things at the worst, and to resolve to bear that worst take my last leave of every place i depart from take two sorts of grist out of the same sack taking things upon trust from vulgar opinion taught to be afraid of professing our ignorance taught to consider sleep as a resemblance of death tearing a body limb from limb by racks and torments testimony of the truth from minds prepossessed by custom? that he could neither read nor swim that looks a nice well-made shoe to you that we may live, we cease to live that which cowardice itself has chosen for its refuge the action is commendable, not the man the age we live in produces but very indifferent things the authors, with whom i converse the babylonians carried their sick into the public square the best authors too much humble and discourage me the bible: the wicked and ignorant grow worse by it the cause of truth ought to be the common cause the conduct of our lives is the true mirror of our doctrine the consequence of common examples the day of your birth is one day's advance towards the grave the deadest deaths are the best the event often justifies a very foolish conduct the faintness that surprises in the exercises of venus the gods sell us all the goods they give us the good opinion of the vulgar is injurious the honour we receive from those that fear us is not honour the ignorant return from the combat full of joy and triumph the impulse of nature, which is a rough counsellor the last informed is better persuaded than the first the mean is best the mind grows costive and thick in growing old the most manifest sign of wisdom is a continual cheerfulness the most voluntary death is the finest the particular error first makes the public error the pedestal is no part of the statue the privilege of the mind to rescue itself from old age the reward of a thing well done is to have done it the satiety of living, inclines a man to desire to die the sick man has not to complain who has his cure in his sleeve the storm is only begot by a concurrence of angers the thing in the world i am most afraid of is fear the very name liberality sounds of liberty the vice opposite to curiosity is negligence the virtue of the soul does not consist in flying high their disguises and figures only serve to cosen fools their labour is not to delivery, but about conception their pictures are not here who were cast away their souls seek repose in agitation there are defeats more triumphant than victories there are some upon whom their rich clothes weep there can be no pleasure to me without communication there is more trouble in keeping money than in getting it there is no allurement like modesty, if it be not rude there is no long, nor short, to things that are no more there is no merchant that always gains there is no reason that has not its contrary there is no recompense becomes virtue there is none of us who would not be worse than kings there is nothing i hate so much as driving a bargain there is nothing like alluring the appetite and affections there is nothing single and rare in respect of nature these sleepy, sluggish sort of men are often the most dangerous they (good women) are not by the dozen, as every one knows they begin to teach us to live when we have almost done living they better conquer us by flying they buy a cat in a sack they can neither lend nor give anything to one another they do not see my heart, they see but my countenance they err as much who too much forbear venus they gently name them, so they patiently endure them (diseases) they have heard, they have seen, they have done so and so they have not one more invention left wherewith to amuse us they have not the courage to suffer themselves to be corrected they have yet touched nothing of that which is mine they juggle and trifle in all their discourses at our expense they must be very hard to please, if they are not contented they must become insensible and invisible to satisfy us they neither instruct us to think well nor to do well they never loved them till dead they who would fight custom with grammar are triflers thing at which we all aim, even in virtue is pleasure things grow familiar to men's minds by being often seen things i say are better than those i write things often appear greater to us at distance than near at hand things seem greater by imagination than they are in effect things that engage us elsewhere and separate us from ourselves think myself no longer worth my own care think of physic as much good or ill as any one would have me thinking nothing done, if anything remained to be done thinks nothing profitable that is not painful this decay of nature which renders him useless, burdensome this plodding occupation of bookes is as painfull as any other those immodest and debauched tricks and postures those oppressed with sorrow sometimes surprised by a smile those which we fear the least are, peradventure, most to be fear those who can please and hug themselves in what they do those within (marriage) despair of getting out thou diest because thou art living thou wilt not feel it long if thou feelest it too much though i be engaged to one forme, i do not tie the world unto it though nobody should read me, have i wasted time threats of the day of judgment thucydides: which was the better wrestler thy own cowardice is the cause, if thou livest in pain 'tis all swine's flesh, varied by sauces 'tis an exact life that maintains itself in due order in private 'tis better to lean towards doubt than assurance--augustine 'tis evil counsel that will admit no change 'tis far beyond not fearing death to taste and relish it 'tis for youth to subject itself to common opinions 'tis impossible to deal fairly with a fool 'tis in some sort a kind of dying to avoid the pain of living well 'tis more laudable to obey the bad than the good 'tis no matter; it may be of use to some others 'tis not the cause, but their interest, that inflames them 'tis not the number of men, but the number of good men 'tis said of epimenides, that he always prophesied backward 'tis so i melt and steal away from myself 'tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains 'tis then no longer correction, but revenge 'tis there she talks plain french titillation of ill-natured pleasure in seeing others suffer title of barbarism to everything that is not familiar titles being so dearly bought titles of my chapters do not always comprehend the whole matter to be a slave, incessantly to be led by the nose by one's self to be, not to seem to condemn them as impossible, is by a temerarious presumption to contemn what we do not comprehend to die of old age is a death rare, extraordinary, and singular to do well where there was danger was the proper office to forbear doing is often as generous as to do to forbid us anything is to make us have a mind to't to fret and vex at folly, as i do, is folly itself to give a currency to his little pittance of learning to go a mile out of their way to hook in a fine word to keep me from dying is not in your power to kill men, a clear and strong light is required to know by rote, is no knowledge to make little things appear great was his profession to make their private advantage at the public expense to smell, though well, is to stink to study philosophy is nothing but to prepare one's self to die to what friend dare you intrust your griefs to whom no one is ill who can be good? tongue will grow too stiff to bend too contemptible to be punished torture: rather a trial of patience than of truth totally brutified by an immoderate thirst after knowledge transferring of money from the right owners to strangers travel with not only a necessary, but a handsome equipage true liberty is to be able to do what a man will with himself truly he, with a great effort will shortly say a mighty trifle truth itself has not the privilege to be spoken at all times truth, that for being older it is none the wiser turks have alms and hospitals for beasts turn up my eyes to heaven to return thanks, than to crave tutor to the ignorance and folly of the first we meet twas a happy marriage betwixt a blind wife and a deaf husband twenty people prating about him when he is at stool two opinions alike, no more than two hairs two principal guiding reins are reward and punishment tyrannic sourness not to endure a form contrary to one's own tyrannical authority physicians usurp over poor creatures unbecoming rudeness to carp at everything under fortune's favour, to prepare myself for her disgrace universal judgments that i see so common, signify nothing unjust judges of their actions, as they are of ours unjust to exact from me what i do not owe upon the precipice, 'tis no matter who gave you the push use veils from us the true aspect of things utility of living consists not in the length of days valour has its bounds as well as other virtues valour whetted and enraged by mischance valour will cause a trembling in the limbs as well as fear valuing the interest of discipline vast distinction betwixt devotion and conscience venture it upon his neighbour, if he will let him venture the making ourselves better without any danger very idea we invent for their chastity is ridiculous vice of confining their belief to their own capacity vices will cling together, if a man have not a care victorious envied the conquered virtue and ambition, unfortunately, seldom lodge together virtue is a pleasant and gay quality virtue is much strengthened by combats virtue refuses facility for a companion viscid melting kisses of youthful ardour in my wanton age voice and determination of the rabble, the mother of ignorance vulgar reports and opinions that drive us on we are masters of nothing but the will we are not to judge of counsels by events we ask most when we bring least we believe we do not believe we can never be despised according to our full desert we cannot be bound beyond what we are able to perform we confess our ignorance in many things we consider our death as a very great thing we do not correct the man we hang; we correct others by him we do not easily accept the medicine we understand we do not go, we are driven we do not so much forsake vices as we change them we have lived enough for others we have more curiosity than capacity we have naturally a fear of pain, but not of death we have not the thousandth part of ancient writings we have taught the ladies to blush we much more aptly imagine an artisan upon his close-stool we must learn to suffer what we cannot evade we neither see far forward nor far backward we only labour to stuff the memory we ought to grant free passage to diseases we say a good marriage because no one says to the contrary we set too much value upon ourselves we still carry our fetters along with us we take other men's knowledge and opinions upon trust weakness and instability of a private and particular fancy weigh, as wise: men should, the burden of obligation well, and what if it had been death itself? were more ambitious of a great reputation than of a good one what a man says should be what he thinks what are become of all our brave philosophical precepts? what can they not do, what do they fear to do (for beauty) what can they suffer who do not fear to die? what did i say? that i have? no, chremes, i had what he did by nature and accident, he cannot do by design what is more accidental than reputation? what may be done to-morrow, may be done to-day what more? they lie with their lovers learnedly what need have they of anything but to live beloved and honoured what sort of wine he liked the best: "that of another" what step ends the near and what step begins the remote what they ought to do when they come to be men what we have not seen, we are forced to receive from other hands what, shall so much knowledge be lost whatever was not ordinary diet, was instead of a drug when i travel i have nothing to care for but myself when jealousy seizes these poor souls when their eyes give the lie to their tongue when time begins to wear things out of memory when we have got it, we want something else "when will this man be wise," said he, "if he is yet learning?" when you see me moved first, let me alone, right or wrong where the lion's skin is too short where their profit is, let them there have their pleasure too wherever the mind is perplexed, it is in an entire disorder whilst thou wast silent, thou seemedst to be some great thing whimpering is offensive to the living and vain to the dead who by their fondness of some fine sounding word who can flee from himself who discern no riches but in pomp and show who does not boast of some rare recipe who escapes being talked of at the same rate who ever saw one physician approve of another's prescription who has once been a very fool, will never after be very wise who would weigh him without the honour and grandeur of his end whoever expects punishment already suffers it whoever will be cured of ignorance must confess it whoever will call to mind the excess of his past anger whosoever despises his own life, is always master why do we not imitate the roman architecture? wide of the mark in judging of their own works willingly give them leave to laugh after we are dead willingly slip the collar of command upon any pretence whatever wisdom has its excesses, and has no less need of moderation wisdom is folly that does not accommodate itself to the common wise man lives as long as he ought, not so long as he can wise man never loses anything if he have himself wise man to keep a curbing hand upon the impetus of friendship wise may learn more of fools, than fools can of the wise wise whose invested money is visible in beautiful villas wiser who only know what is needful for them to know with being too well i am about to die woman who goes to bed to a man, must put off her modesty women who paint, pounce, and plaster up their ruins wont to give others their life, and not to receive it world where loyalty of one's own children is unknown worse endure an ill-contrived robe than an ill-contrived mind would have every one in his party blind or a blockhead would in this affair have a man a little play the servant wrangling arrogance, wholly believing and trusting in itself wretched and dangerous thing to depend upon others write what he knows, and as much as he knows, but no more wrong the just side when they go about to assist it with fraud yet at least for ambition's sake, let us reject ambition yet do we find any end of the need of interpretating? you and companion are theatre enough to one another you have lost a good captain, to make of him a bad general you may indeed make me die an ill death you must first see us die you must let yourself down to those with whom you converse young and old die upon the same terms young are to make their preparations, the old to enjoy them if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then open the following ebook and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the complete project gutenberg essays of montaigne http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /mn v .txt none none quotes and images from georg ebers the works of ebers by georg ebers list of illustrations the novels of georg ebers portrait of georg ebers uarda cleopatra margery homo sum--the recluse in the fire of the forge bookcover quotations: a noble mind can never swim with the stream a first impression is often a final one a small joy makes us to forget our heavy griefs a live dog is better than a dead king a well-to-do man always gets a higher price than a poor one a subdued tone generally provokes an equally subdued answer a dirty road serves when it makes for the goal a knot can often be untied by daylight a school where people learned modesty a word at the right time and place a mere nothing in one man's life, to another may be great a debtor, says the proverb, is half a prisoner a kind word hath far more power than an angry one a blustering word often does good service abandon to the young the things we ourselves used most to enjoy abandoned women (required by law to help put out the fires) absence of suffering is not happiness abuse not those who have outwitted thee action trod on the heels of resolve age is inquisitive age when usually even bad liquor tastes of honey aimless life of pleasure air of a professional guide all i did was right in her eyes all things were alike to me always more good things in a poor family which was once rich among fools one must be a fool an admirer of the lovely color of his blue bruises ancient custom, to have her ears cut off and what is great--and what is small apis the progeny of a virgin cow and a moonbeam appreciation of trifles ardently they desire that which transcends sense arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive tone art ceases when ugliness begins as every word came straight from her heart asenath, the wife of joseph, had been an egyptian ask for what is feasible aspect obnoxious to the gaze will pour water on the fire assigned sixty years as the limit of a happy life at my age we count it gain not to be disappointed at my age every year must be accepted as an undeserved gift attain a lofty height from which to look down upon others avoid excessive joy as well as complaining grief avoid all useless anxiety be not merciful unto him who is a liar or a rebel be happy while it is yet time be cautious how they are compassionate bearers of ill ride faster than the messengers of weal before you serve me up so bitter a meal (the truth) before learning to obey, he was permitted to command begun to enjoy the sound of his own voice behold, the puny child of man between two stools a man falls to the ground beware lest satan find thee idle! blessings go as quickly as they come blind tenderness which knows no reason blossom of the thorny wreath of sorrow brief "eternity" of national covenants brought imagination to bear on my pastimes but what do you men care for the suffering you inflict on others buy indulgence for sins to be committed in the future by nature she is not and by circumstances is compelled to be call everything that is beyond your comprehension a miracle called his daughter to wash his feet cambyses had been spoiled from his earliest infancy camels, which were rarely seen in egypt can such love be wrong? canal to connect the nile with the red sea cannot understand how trifles can make me so happy caress or a spank from you--each at the proper time carpe diem cast my warning to the winds, pity will also fly away with it cast off their disease as a serpent casts its skin cast off all care; be mindful only of pleasure catholic, but his stomach desired to be protestant (erasmus) caught the infection and had to laugh whether she would or no cautious inquiry saves recantation child is naturally egotistical child cannot distinguish between what is amusing and what is sad childhood already lies behind me, and youth will soon follow choose between too great or too small a recompense christian hypocrites who pretend to hate life and love death christianity had ceased to be the creed of the poor clothes the ugly truth as with a pleasing garment coach moved by electricity colored cakes in the shape of beasts comparing their own fair lot with the evil lot of others confess i would rather provoke a lioness than a woman confucius's command not to love our fellow-men but to respect contempt had become too deep for hate corpse to be torn in pieces by dogs and vultures couple seemed to get on so perfectly well without them creed which views life as a short pilgrimage to the grave curiosity is a woman's vice death is so long and life so short death itself sometimes floats 'twixt cup and lip' debts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditors deceit is deceit deem every hour that he was permitted to breathe as a gift deficient are as guilty in their eyes as the idle desert is a wonderful physician for a sick soul deserve the gratitude of my people, though it should be denied desire to seek and find a power outside us despair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turns devoid of occupation, envy easily becomes hatred did the ancients know anything of love do not spoil the future for the sake of the present do thoroughly whatever they do at all does happiness consist then in possession dread which the ancients had of the envy of the gods dried merry-thought bone of a fowl drink of the joys of life thankfully, and in moderation drinking is also an art, and the germans are masters of it easy to understand what we like to hear enjoy the present day epicurus, who believed that with death all things ended eros mocks all human efforts to resist or confine him especial gift to listen keenly and question discreetly ever creep in where true love hath found a nest--(jealousy) every misfortune brings its fellow with it everything that exists moves onward to destruction and decay evolution and annihilation exceptional people are destined to be unhappy in this world exhibit one's happiness in the streets, and conceal one's misery eyes kind and frank, without tricks of glance eyes are much more eloquent than all the tongues in the world facts are differently reflected in different minds fairest dreams of childhood were surpassed faith and knowledge are things apart false praise, he says, weighs more heavily than disgrace flattery is a key to the heart flee from hate as the soul's worst foe folly to fret over what cannot be undone for fear of the toothache, had his sound teeth drawn for the sake of those eyes you forgot all else for the errors of the wise the remedy is reparation, not regret for what will not custom excuse and sanctify? forbidden the folly of spoiling the present by remorse force which had compelled every one to do as his neighbors forty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wicked from epicurus to aristippus, is but a short step fruits and pies and sweetmeats for the little ones at home full as an egg galenus--what i like is bad for me, what i loathe is wholesome gave them a claim on your person and also on your sorrows germans are ever proud of a man who is able to drink deep go down into the grave before us (our children) golden chariot drawn by tamed lions good advice is more frequently unheeded than followed great happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrow greeks have not the same reverence for truth grief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old one had laid aside what we call nerves half-comprehended catchwords serve as a banner hanging the last king with the guts of the last priest happiness has nothing to do with our outward circumstances happiness is only the threshold to misery happiness should be found in making others happy harder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomes hast thou a wounded heart? touch it seldom hat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat on hate, though never sated, can yet be gratified hatred and love are the opposite ends of the same rod hatred for all that hinders the growth of light hatred between man and man have not yet learned not to be astonished have never been fain to set my heart on one only maid have lived to feel such profound contempt for the world he may talk about the soul--what he is after is the girl he who kills a cat is punished (for murder) he who looks for faith must give faith he is clever and knows everything, but how silly he looks now he was steadfast in everything, even anger he only longed to be hopeful once more, to enjoy the present he who is to govern well must begin by learning to obey he was made to be plundered he is the best host, who allows his guests the most freedom he has the gift of being easily consoled he who wholly abjures folly is a fool he out of the battle can easily boast of being unconquered he spoke with pompous exaggeration held in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affront her white cat was playing at her feet her eyes were like open windows here the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practised his sole effort had seemed to be to interfere with no one hold pleasure to be the highest good hollow of the hand, diogenes's drinking-cup homo sum; humani nil a me alienum puto honest anger affords a certain degree of enjoyment hopeful soul clings to delay as the harbinger of deliverance how easy it is to give wounds, and how hard it is to heal how could they find so much pleasure in such folly how tender is thy severity how effective a consolation man possesses in gratitude human sacrifices, which had been introduced into egypt by the phoenicians human beings hate the man who shows kindness to their enemies i am human, nothing that is human can i regard as alien to me i approve of such foolhardiness i plead with voice and pen in behalf of fairy tales i must either rest or begin upon something new i cannot . . . say rather: i will not i know that i am of use i have never deviated from the exact truth even in jest i was not swift to anger, nor a liar, nor a violent ruler i do not like to enquire about our fate beyond the grave idleness had long since grown to be the occupation of his life if you want to catch mice you must waste bacon if one only knew who it is all for if it were right we should not want to hide ourselves if speech be silver, silence then is gold! ill-judgment to pronounce a thing impossible impartial looker-on sees clearer than the player in order to find himself for once in good company--(solitude) in whom some good quality or other may not be discovered in those days men wept, as well as women in this immense temple man seemed a dwarf in his own eyes in our country it needs more courage to be a coward in war the fathers live to mourn for their slain sons inn, was to be found about every eighteen miles inquisitive eyes are intrusive company introduced a regular system of taxation-darius it is not seeing, it is seeking that is delightful it was such a comfort once more to obey an order it is not by enthusiasm but by tactics that we defeat a foe it is the passionate wish that gives rise to the belief jealousy has a thousand eyes judge only by appearances, and never enquire into the causes kisra called wine the soap of sorrow know how to honor beauty; and prove it by taking many wives last day we shall be called to account for every word we utter laugh at him with friendly mockery, such as hurts no man laughing before sunrise causes tears at evening learn early to pass lightly over little things learn to obey, that later you may know how to command life is not a banquet life is a function, a ministry, a duty life is the fairest fairy tale (anderson) life is valued so much less by the young life had fulfilled its pledges like the cackle of hens, which is peculiar to eastern women like a clock that points to one hour while it strikes another love has two faces: tender devotion and bitter aversion love means suffering--those who love drag a chain with them love which is able and ready to endure all things love laughs at locksmiths love is at once the easiest and the most difficult love overlooks the ravages of years and has a good memory loved himself too much to give his whole affection to any one lovers delighted in nature then as now lovers are the most unteachable of pupils maid who gives hope to a suitor though she has no mind to hear man, in short, could be sure of nothing man works with all his might for no one but himself man is the measure of all things man has nothing harder to endure than uncertainty many creditors are so many allies many a one would rather be feared than remain unheeded marred their best joy in life by over-hasty ire may they avoid the rocks on which i have bruised my feet medicines work harm as often as good men studying for their own benefit, not the teacher's men folks thought more about me than i deemed convenient mirrors were not allowed in the convent misfortune too great for tears misfortunes commonly come in couples yoked like oxen misfortunes never come singly money is a pass-key that turns any lock more to the purpose to think of the future than of the past mosquito-tower with which nearly every house was provided most ready to be angry with those to whom we have been unjust multitude who, like the gnats, fly towards every thing brilliant museum of alexandria and the library must take care not to poison the fishes with it must--that word is a ploughshare which suits only loose soil natural impulse which moves all old women to favor lovers nature is sufficient for us never speaks a word too much or too little never so clever as when we have to find excuses for our own sins never to be astonished at anything no judgment is so hard as that dealt by a slave to slaves no man is more than man, and many men are less no man was allowed to ask anything of the gods for himself no good excepting that from which we expect the worst no, she was not created to grow old no happiness will thrive on bread and water no one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactor no man gains profit by any experience other than his own no false comfort, no cloaking of the truth no one so self-confident and insolent as just such an idiot no virtue which can be owned like a house or a steed nobody was allowed to be perfectly idle none of us really know anything rightly not yet fairly come to the end of yesterday nothing in life is either great or small nothing is perfectly certain in this world nothing permanent but change nothing so certain as that nothing is certain nothing is more dangerous to love, than a comfortable assurance numbers are the only certain things observe a due proportion in all things obstacles existed only to be removed obstinacy--which he liked to call firm determination of two evils it is wise to choose the lesser often happens that apparent superiority does us damage old women grow like men, and old men grow like women old age no longer forgets; it is youth that has a short memory olympics--the first was fixed b.c. omnipotent god, who had preferred his race above all others on with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind him once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point one falsehood usually entails another one of those women who will not bear to be withstood one should give nothing up for lost excepting the dead one hand washes the other one must enjoy the time while it is here one who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folks one head, instead of three, ruled the church only the choice between lying and silence only two remedies for heart-sickness:-- hope and patience ordered his feet to be washed and his head anointed our thinkers are no heroes, and our heroes are no sages overbusy friends are more damaging than intelligent enemies overlooks his own fault in his feeling of the judge's injustice ovid, 'we praise the ancients' pain is the inseparable companion of love papyrus ebers patronizing friendliness pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brains people who have nothing to do always lack time people see what they want to see perish all those who do not think as we do philosophers who wrote of the vanity of writers phrase and idea "philosophy of religion" as an absurdity pilgrimage to the grave, and death as the only true life pious axioms to be repeated by the physician, while compounding pleasant sensation of being a woman, like any other woman possess little and require nothing pray for me, a miserable man--for i was a man precepts and lessons which only a mother can give prefer deeds to words preferred a winding path to a straight one prepare sorrow when we come into the world prepared for the worst; then you are armed against failure pretended to see nothing in the old woman's taunts priests that they should instruct the people to be obedient priests: in order to curb the unruly conduct of the populace principle of over-estimating the strength of our opponents provide yourself with a self-devised ruler rapture and anguish--who can lay down the border line readers often like best what is most incredible reason is a feeble weapon in contending with a woman refreshed by the whip of one of the horsemen regard the utterances and mandates of age as wisdom regular messenger and carrier-dove service had been established remember, a lie and your death are one and the same repeated the exclamation: "too late!" and again, "too late!" repos ailleurs repugnance for the old laws began to take root in his heart required courage to be cowardly resistance always brings out a man's best powers retreat behind the high-sounding words "justice and law" robes cut as to leave the right breast uncovered romantic love, as we know it, a result of christianity rules of life given by one man to another are useless scarcely be able to use so large a sum-- then abuse it scorned the censure of the people, he never lost sight of it sea-port was connected with medina by a pigeon-post seditious words are like sparks, which are borne by the wind see facts as they are and treat them like figures in a sum seems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign it self-interest and egoism which drive him into the cave sent for a second interpreter shadow which must ever fall where there is light shadow of the candlestick caught her eye before the light she would not purchase a few more years of valueless life shipwrecked on the cliffs of 'better' and 'best' should i be a man, if i forgot vengeance? shuns the downward glance of compassion sing their libels on women (greek philosophers) sky as bare of cloud as the rocks are of shrubs and herbs sleep avoided them both, and each knew that the other was awake smell most powerful of all the senses in awakening memory so long as we are able to hope and wish so long as we do not think ourselves wretched, we are not so so hard is it to forego the right of hating some caution is needed even in giving a warning soul which ceases to regard death as a misfortune finds peace speaking ill of others is their greatest delight spoilt to begin with by their mothers, and then all the women standing still is retrograding strongest of all educational powers-- sorrow and love successes, like misfortunes, never come singly take heed lest pride degenerate into vainglory talk of the wolf and you see his tail temples would be empty if mortals had nothing left to wish for temples of the old gods were used as quarries tender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knows that tears were the best portion of all human life the heart must not be filled by another's image the blessing of those who are more than they seem the past belongs to the dead; only fools count upon the future the priests are my opponents, my masters the carp served on christmas eve in every berlin family the gods cast envious glances at the happiness of mortals the past must stand; it is like a scar the man who avoids his kind and lives in solitude the beautiful past is all he has to live upon the altar where truth is mocked at the older one grows the quicker the hours hurry away the shirt is closer than the coat the beginning of things is not more attractive the mother of foresight looks backwards the greatness he had gained he overlooked the dressing and undressing of the holy images the god amor is the best schoolmaster the not over-strong thread of my good patience the man within him, and not on the circumstances without the scholar's ears are at his back: when he is flogged the best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipation the experienced love to signify their superiority then hate came; but it did not last long there is no 'never,' no surely there are no gods, and whoever bows makes himself a slave there is nothing better than death, for it is peace they who will, can they praise their butchers more than their benefactors they keep an account in their heart and not in their head they get ahead of us, and yet--i would not change with them thin-skinned, like all up-starts in authority think of his wife, not with affection only, but with pride those are not my real friends who tell me i am beautiful those who will not listen must feel those two little words 'wish' and 'ought' those whom we fear, says my uncle, we cannot love thou canst say in words what we can only feel though thou lose all thou deemest thy happiness thought that the insane were possessed by demons time is clever in the healing art title must not be a bill of fare to pray is better than to bathe to govern the world one must have less need of sleep to know half is less endurable than to know nothing to her it was not a belief but a certainty to the child death is only slumber to expect gratitude is folly to the mines meant to be doomed to a slow, torturing death to whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasure to whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushels to-morrow could give them nothing better than to-day to be happy, one must forget what cannot be altered tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed trifling incident gains importance when undue emphasis is laid trouble does not enhance beauty true host puts an end to the banquet trustfulness is so dear, so essential to me two griefs always belong to one joy unjust to injure and rob the child for the benefit of the man until neither knew which was the giver and which the receiver unwise to try to make a man happy by force use their physical helplessness as a defence use words instead of swords, traps instead of lances usually found the worst wine in the taverns with showy signs vagabond knaves had already been put to the torture very hard to imagine nothingness virtues are punished in this world voice of the senses, which drew them together, will soon be mute wait, child! what is life but waiting? waiting is the merchant's wisdom wakefulness may prolong the little term of life war is a perversion of nature we live for life, not for death we quarrel with no one more readily than with the benefactor we each and all are waiting we've talked a good deal of love with our eyes already welcome a small evil when it barred the way to a greater one were we not one and all born fools wet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture without what had formerly afforded me pleasure now seemed shallow what changes so quickly as joy and sorrow what are we all but puny children? what father does not find something to admire in his child whatever a man would do himself, he thinks others are capable of when love has once taken firm hold of a man in riper years when a friend refuses to share in joys when men-children deem maids to be weak and unfit for true sport when hate and revenge speak, gratitude shrinks timidly when you want to strike me again, mother, please take off whether the form of our benevolence does more good or mischief whether man were the best or the worst of created beings whether the historical romance is ever justifiable who watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyes who can point out the road that another will take who can be freer than he who needs nothing who only puts on his armor when he is threatened who does not struggle ward, falls back who gives great gifts, expects great gifts again who do all they are able and enjoy as much as they can get who can take pleasure in always seeing a gloomy face? who can prop another's house when his own is falling who can hope to win love that gives none whoever condemns, feels himself superior whoever will not hear, must feel wide world between the purpose and the deed wise men hold fast by the ever young present without heeding the opinion of mortals woman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (pays for it) woman's disapproving words were blown away by the wind woman's hair is long, but her wit is short women are indeed the rock ahead in this young fellow's life wonder we leave for the most part to children and fools words that sounded kindly, but with a cold, unloving heart wrath has two eyes--one blind, the other keener than a falcon's ye play with eternity as if it were but a passing moment years are the foe of beauty you have a habit of only looking backwards young greek girls pass their sad childhood in close rooms youth should be modest, and he was assertive youth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little' zeus pays no heed to lovers' oaths if you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then click on the url for the plain text ebook just below and paste the phrase into your computer's find or search operation. the entire pg works of georg ebers ( mb) http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/etext /g v .txt none none