iji .i...^p^,. ,,i J ,tji ,^i .,|iiBjpi|nn ji^j^i^p \ ■■'^U'^imit/^ FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS: BEING AN ATTEMPT TO TRACE TO THEIR SOURCE PASSAGES AND PHRASES IN COMMON USE. By JOHN BARTLETT. I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own. — MONTAIGNE. SIXTH EDITION. BOSTON: LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. 1874. Entered according to act of Congress, in tlie year 1868, by JOHN BARTLETT, in the Clerk's Ofl&ce of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. nc Cambridge : Presswork by John Wilson and Son. TO REZIN A. WIGHT, Esq. n A/^/=^ Digitized by tine Internet Archive in 2007 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/bartlettquotationsOObartrich The fourth edition of "Familiar Quotations'' was published in 1863. The present edition embodies the results of the later researches of its editors, besides the contributions of various friends, and includes many quotations which have long been waiting a favorable verdict on the all-important question of familiarity. A few changes have been made in the arrangement, and the citations from Shakespeare have been adapted to the principal modern editions. The former edition has been freshly com- pared with the originals, and such errors re- moved as the revision has disclosed. The editorial labors have been shared with Rezin A. Wight, Esq., of New York, who has been a generous contributor to the former editions. The editor takes pleasure in acknowledging his renewed obligations to Prof. Henry W. VI Haynes, of Burlington; D. W. Wilder, Esq., of Leavenworth; Justin Winsor, Esq., and James J. Storrow, Esq., of Boston, and to many other friends. Cambridge, June, 1868. ADVERTISEMENT TO THE FOURTH EDITION. The favor shown to former editions has en> couraged the compiler of this Collection to go on with the work and make it more worthy. It is not easy to determine in all cases the degree of familiarity that may belong to phrases and sentences which present themselves for ad- mission ; for what is familiar to one class of readers may be quite new to another. Many maxims of the most famous writers of our language, and numberless curious and happy turns from orators and poets, have knocked at the door, and it was hard to deny them. But to admit these simply on their own merits, without assurance that the general reader would readily recognize them as old friends, was aside from the purpose of this Collection. viii Advertisement. Still, it has been thought better to incur the risk of erring on the side of fulness. Owing to the great number of Quotations added in this edition, it has been necessary to make an entire reconstruction of the book. It is hoped the lovers of this agreeable sub- sidiary literature may find an increased useful- ness in the Collection corresponding with its present enlargement. Cambridge, December, 1863. LIST OF AUTHORS. Adams, John . . . Adams, John Quincy Adams, Sarah Flower Addison, Joseph . . Akenside, Mark. . Aldrich, James . . Aldrich, Henry . . Allison, Richard . Ames, Fisher . . . Bacon, Francis . . Bailey, Philip James Barbauld, Mrs. . . Barnfield, Richard Barere, Bertrand . Barrett, Eaton S. . Barrington, George Barry, Michael J. . Basse, William . . Baxter, Richard . Bayly, T. Haynes . Beattie, Jambs . . Beaumont & Fletcher Beaumont, Francis Bentley, Richard Bentham, Jeremy , Berkeley, Bishop , Bickerstaff, Isaac Blacker, Colonel . Blackstone, Sir Wm. Blair, Robert . . , bolingbroke, v^scoun Booth, Barton . . Bramston, James . Brereton, Jane . . Brooke, Lord . . . Brougham, Lord Brown, John . . . Pa.?e 374 397 537 250 337 512 235 139 233 136 516 378 143 394 495 391 504 211 231 502 359 149 148 240 596 257 357 59 » 356 307 258 268 313 259 14 504 337 Pagre Brown, Tom 240 Bryant, William Cullen 513 Brydges, Sir S. Egerton 396 Bunyan, John 231 Burke, Edmund .... 351 Burns, Robert .... 385 Burton, Robert .... 597 Butler, Samuel .... 212 Byrom, John 305 Byron, Lord 466 Campbell, Thomas . . . 439 Canning, George . . . 398 Carew, Thomas .... 150 Carey, Henry .... 243 Centlivre, Susannah . 249 Cervantes, Miguel de . 8 Chaucer, Geoffrey . . 1 Chesterfield, Earl of . 306 Child, Lydia Maria . . 516 Choate, Rufus .... 508 Churchill, Charles . . 357 Gibber, Colley .... 248 Clay, Henry 397 Codrington, Christopher 244 Coke, Sir Edward ... S Coleridge, S. Taylor. . 430 Collins, William . . . 33^ Colman, George .... 39^ Congkeve, William . . 256 Cook, Eliza 53^ Cotton, Nathaniel . . 315 Cowley, Abraham . . . 166 CowpER, William . . . 360 Crabbe, George .... 384 Cranch, Christopher P. 526 Crashaw, Richard. . . 163 Cunningham, Allan . . 459 L ist of A icthors. Daniel, Samuel . . . . 142 Darwin, Erasmus . . . 371 Davenant, Sir William 167 Decatur, Stephen . . . 461 Defoe, Daniel . . . . 240 Dekker, Thomas . . . 165 Denham, Sir John . . . 164 Dennis, John . . . . . 239 DiBDiN, Charles. . • • 379 DiBDiN, Thomas . . . . 429 Dickens, Charles . . . 538 Dickinson, John . . • . 374 Diogenes Laertius . . 582 Doddridge, Philip . • . 315 Dodsley, Robert • . 312 Donne, John . . • • 143 Drake, Joseph Rodman . 496 Drayton, Michael . .. 142 Dryden, John . . . 220 Dyer, John . . . . . 312 Dyer, . . • . 325 Emerson, Ralph Waldo 527 Emmet, Robert . . . 443 Erasmus, . . . , . . 586 Everett, David , . . 393 Farquhar, George • . 258 Ferriar, John . . 395 Fielding, Henry . . 314 Fletcher, Andrew . . 236 Fletcher, John . . . . 147 Foote, Samuel . . . . 340 Fouche, Joseph . . • • 394 Francis the First, . . 590 Franklin, Benjamin . . 316 Fuller, Thomas . . . 209 Garrick, David . . . 338 Garth, Samuel . . . 244 Gay, John , . . . . 301 Gibbon, Edward . . . 358 Gifford, Richard . . 341 Goldsmith, Oliver . . 342 Grafton, Richard . . 587 Gray, Thomas . . 328 Green, Matthew • . 304 Greene, Albert G. . . 526 Greville, Mrs. . • . 372 Hall, BisHOP . . . . . 146 Hall, Robert . . . Halleck, Fitz-Greene Harrington, Sir John Harvey, Stephen Heber, Reginald Hemans, Felicia Henry, Matthew Henry, Patrick . Herbert, George Herrick, Robert Hervey, Thomas K. Heywood, John . Heywood, Thomas Hill, Aaron . . Hobbes, Thomas . Holmes, Oliver Wendell Home, John . . Hood, Thomas . Hooker, Richard Hopkinson, Joseph Howard, Samuel HoYLE, Edmund Hume, David . Hunt, Leigh . HuRD, Richard Hurdis, James Ingram, John K. Irving, Washington Jackson, Andrew Jefferson, Thomas Johnson, Samuel Jones, Sir William JoNsoN, Ben . . Junius, .... Keats, John , . Keble, John . . Kemble, Frances An Kemble, J. p. . . Kempis, Thomas X Kepler, John . . Key, F. S. . . . King, William . kotzebue . . . Lamb, Charles . Langhorne, John Layard, N. H. Lee, Henry . . Lisl of Authors. XI Lee, Nathaniet 237 L'EsTRANGE, Roger . . 232 Le Sage Alain Ren6 . . 247 Logan, John 380 Longfellow, Henry W. . 530 Lovelace, Richard . . 161 Lowell, James Russell . 539 Lyttelton, Lord . . . 324 Lytton, Sir E. Bulwer . 505 Macaulay, Thomas B. . 5»o Mackintosh, Sir James 395 Macklin, Charles . . 304 Mallet, David , . . . 306 Marcy, William L. . . 492 Marlowe, Christopher . 15 Martin, Henri . . . . 590 Marvell, Andrew . . . 219 Mason, William . . . . 350 Massinger, Philtp . . . U'S Merrick, James . . . . 340 MiCKLE, W. J 372 MiLMAN, Henry Hart . 499 MiLNES, Richard M. . . 500 Milton, John 170 Miner, Charles . . . . 46s Montagu, Lady Mary WORTLEY ^03 Montgomery, James . . 437 Montrose, Marquis of . 169 Moore, Edward . . . . 323 Moore, Thomas . . . . 452 More, Hannah . . . . 379 Morris, Charles . . . 381 Morris, George P. . . . 512 Morton, Thomas . . . 394 Moss, Thomas 372 Motherwell, Thomas . 505 Murphy, Arthur . . . 341 Napier, Sir W. F. P. . . 465 Newton, Sir Isaac . . . 237 NoRRis, John 238 O'Hara, Kane . . . . 304 Otway, Thomas . . . . 236 Overbury, Sir Thomas . 146 Paine, Robert Treat 443 Paine, Thomas . . . . 375 Parker, Martyn . . . 156 Parnell, Thomas . . . 259 Payne, J. Howard . . . Peele, George .... Percy, Bishop Ph^edrus, Philips, Ambrose . . . Philips, John PiERpONT, John .... PiNCKNEY, Charles C. Pitt, Earl of Chatham Pitt, William .... Pitt, William the Young- er, Plutarch PoE, Edgar A. . . PoLLOK, Robert . . Pom FRET, John . . Pope, Alexander . Pope, Dr. Walter . PORTEUS, BeILBY . . Powell, Sir John . Praed, W. M. . . . Priestley, Joseph . Prior, Matthew . Procter, Bryan W. Quarles, Francis . QUINCY, Josiah . . ^03 ; QuiNCY, Josiah, Jr. Rabelais, Francis . Raleigh, Sir Walter Rhodes, W. B. . . Rochefoucauld . . Rochester, Earl ot Rogers, Samuel . . Roland, Madame . Roscommon, Earl of RowE, Nicholas . . Rum BOLD, RicHARn . St. Augustine, . . Savage, Richard Scott, Sir Walter Sedley, Sir Charles Selden, John . . . Sewall, Jonathan M, Seward, William H. Sewell, George . . Shaftesbury, Earl of Shakerly Marmion, . Shakespeare, William 582, 500 140 598 584 253 257 492 393 322 428 391 583 525 501 239 269 238 356 233 509 595 241 503 154 397 378 6 13 313 210 234 399 394 232 257 233 585 307 444 234 152 443 514 300 596 588 17 Xll List of Authors, Sheffield, DukeofBuck- iNGHAM 235 Shelley, Percy B. . . . 493 Shenstone, Wil'ham . . 327 Sheridan, R. Brinsley . 382 Shirley, James .... 160 Sidney, Sir Philip , . . 14 Smart, Christopher . . 315 Smith, Adam 593 Smith, Alexander . . , 529 Smollett, Tobias . . . 340 Souther ne, Thomas . . 238 SouTHEY, Robert . . . 426 Spencer, William R. . . 438 Spenser, Edmund ... 10 Sprague, Charles . . . 526 Steele, Sir Richard . . 249 Steers, Miss Fanny . . 495 Sterne, Laurence . . . 326 Still, Bishop ' 9 Story, Joseph 461 Stowell, Lord .... 377 Suckling, Sir John . . 157 SwrFT, Jonathan . . . 245 Tal'fourd, T. Noon. . . 501 Tar*lton, Richard . . . 150 TATk AND Brady . . . 580 Taylor, Henry .... 515 Tennyson, Alfred ... 517 Tertullian, . . . . ' . 581 Theobald, Louis . . . 304 Thomson, James .... 308 Thrale, Mrs 379 Thurlovv, Lord . . . 371 Tickell, Thomas . . 300 TiLLOTsoN, John . . 232 ToBiN, John .... 400 TouRNEUR, Cyril . . 145 TowNLEY, James . . . 338 Trumbull, John . . . 381 TuKE, Samuel .... 260 TussER, Thomas . . . 6 Uhland, J. Louis . . 500 Vaughan. Henry . . 2X1 Voltaire, 594 Waller, Edmund . . 168 Walpole, Sir Robert 253 Walton, Izaak . . . 153 Warburton, Thomas . 590 Warton, Thomas . . 317 Washington, George . 374 Watts, Isaac .... 254 Webster, Daniel . . 462 Webster, John . . . 162 Wesley, John .... . 312 Whittier, John G. . . . 525 Wither, George. . . 151 WoLcoT, John . . . • 373 Wolfe, Charles . . . . 499 WooDwoRTH, Samuel . 451 Wordsworth, William . 401 Wotton, Sir Henry . 141 Wrother, Miss . . . . 497 Young, Edward . . . 267 FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. GEOFFREY CHAUCER. 1328 -1400. CANTERBURY TALES. Ed» Tyrwhitt. Whanne that April with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote Prologue. Line i. And smale foules maken melodie, That slepen alle night with open eye, So priketh hem nature in hir corages ; Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages. Line 9. And of his port as meke as is a mayde. Line 69. He was a veray parfit gentil knight. Li7ie 72. He coude songes make, and wel endite. Line 95. Ful wel she sange the service devine, Entuned in hire nose ful swetely ; And French e she spake ful fay re and fetisly, After the scole of Stratford atte bowe. For Frenche of Paris was to .hire unknowe. Line 122. I A r '2* c * .ci r * < ' . Chaucer. [Canterbury Tales continued A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also. Prologue. Line 287. For him was lever han at his beddes hed A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle, and his philosophic, Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie. But all be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. Line 295. And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. Z2;/^3io. Nowher so besy a man as he ther n' as, And yet he semed besier than he was. Line 323. His studie was but litel on. the Bible. Lifte 440. For gold in phisike is a cordial ; Therefore he loved gold in special. Line 445. Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder. Line 493. This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf, That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught. Line 498. But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve. He taught, but first he folwed it himselve. Line 529, And yet he had a thomb of gold parde.* Line 565. 1 In allusion to the proverb, "Every honest miller has a golden thumb." Chancer, Canterbury Tales continued.] Who SO shall telle a tale after a man, He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, Everich word, if it be in his charge, All speke he never so rudely and so large ; Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe, Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe. Prologue. Line 733. For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte. And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte. The Knightes Tale. Line 1044. Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie. Ibid. Line 2275. To maken vertue of necessite. ibid. Line 3044. And brought of mighty ale a large quart. The Miller es Tale. Line 3497. Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken. The Reves Prologue. Line 3880. So was hire joly whistle wel ywette. The Reves Tale. 4153. And for to see, and eek for to be seye.^ The IVif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6134. Loke who that is most vertuous alway, Prive and apert, and most entendeth ay To do the gentil dedes that he can, And take him for the gretest gentilman. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6695. 1 Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsae. Ovid, Art of Love, I. 99. 4 Chaucer, [Canterbury Tales continued That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6752. This flour of wifly patience. The Clerkes Tale, Pars v. Line 8797. Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal. The Frankeleines Prologue. Line 10998. Mordre wol out, that see we day by day. The Nonnes Preesles Tale. Line 1 5058. The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere. Is to restreine, and kepen wel thy tonge. The Manciples Tale. Line 1 728 1. For of fortunes sharpe adversite, The worst kind of infortune is this, A man that hath been, in prosperite, And it remember, whan.it passed is. Troilus and Creseide. Book iii. Line 1 625. One eare it heard, at the other out it went. Ibid. Book iv. Line 435. The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne, Th' assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering. The Assembly of Foules. Line I. For out of the old fieldes, as men saithe, Cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere, And out of old bookes, in good faithe, Cometh al this new science that men lere. Ibid, Line 22. Chaucer. — A Kempis. 5 Canterbury Tales continued.] Nature, the vicar of the almightie Lord. Ibid. Line 379. Of all the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures white and rede, Soch that men callen daisies in our toun. The Legend of Good Women. Liite \\. That well by reason men it call may The daisie, or els the eye of the day. The emprise, and floure of floures all. Ibid. Line 184. THOMAS A KEMPIS. 1380- 1471. Man proposes, but God disposes.^ Imitation of Christ. Booki. Ch. 19. And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind. ibid. Book'i. Ch. 22,. Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen. Ibid. Book iii. Ch. 12. 1 This expression is of much greater antiquity ; it ap- pears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, page 27 (Lower's Translation), and in Piers Ploughman'' s Vision, line 13,994. A man's heart deviseth his way ; but the Lord direct- eth his steps. Proverbs xvi. 9. 6 Rabelais, — Ttissen FRANCIS RABELAIS. 1495 - 1553. I am just going to leap into the dark.^ Moiteux's Life. To return to our wethers.^ Book i. Ch. i. note 2. I drink no more than a sponge, jbid, Ch. 5. Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston. Ibid. By robbing Peter he paid Paul, .... and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall. Book'i. Ch. II. I '11 go his halves. J^ook iv. Ch. 23. The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be ; The Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he. Book iv. Ch. 24. THOMAS TUSSER. 1523 -1580. FIVE HUNDRED POINTS OF GOOD HUSBANDRY. Time tries the troth in everything. The Author's Epistle. Ch. i. God sendeth and giveth, both mouth and the meat. Good Husbandry Lessons, The stone that is rolling can gather no moss. Ibid. 1 Je m'en vay chercher un grand peut-estre. 2 Revenonsa nos moiitons^ a proverb taken from the old French farce of Pierre Patelin {td. 1762, p. 90). Tussen 7 Better late than never.* An Habitation Enforced. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. The Farmer's Daily Diet, Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good.* A Description of the Properties of Winds, All 's fish they get That cometh to net. Februarys Abstract, Such mistress, such Nan, Such master, such man.^ ApriVs Abstract, T is merry in hall Where beards wag all' Augusfs Abstract, Look ere thou leap, see ere thou go.^ Of Wiving and Thriving, Dry sun, dry wind, Safe bind, safe find. Washing. * See Proverbs, page 603. 2 On the authority of M. Cimber, of the Bibliotheque Royale, Ave owe this proverb to Chevalier Bayard, Tel maitre, tel valet. 3 Merry swithe it is in halle, When the beards waveth alle. Adam Davie, 13 12, Life of Alexander. Coke, — Cervantes, SIR EDWARD COKE. 1549 -1634. The gladsome light of jurisprudence. First Institute, For a man's house is his castle, et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium} Third Institute, Page 162, The house of every one is to him as his cas- tle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose. Semayne^s Case^ 5 Rep. 91. They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls. Case of Suttoiz's Hospital, 10 Rep. 32. MIGUEL DE CERVANTES. 1547-1616. He had a face like a benediction. Don Quixote. Part i. Book ii. Ch, 4. Every one is the son of his own works. Ibid. Book iv. Ch. 20. I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented ; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired ; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it. ibid Ch. 23. 1 From the Pandects, Lib. ii. ///. iv. De iii Jus vocando. Cervantes. — Still. 9 Don Quixote continued.] Every one is as God made him, and oftentimes a great deal worse. Part ii. Ch. 4. Now blessings light on him that first invented sleep ! it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak ; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. Part ii. Ch. 67. y Don't put too fine a point to your wit for feai it should get blunted. The Little Gypsy. (La Gitanilla.) My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.* ibid. BISHOP STILL (JOHN). 1543 -1607. I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood. Gam?ner Gurton's Needle. Act ii.^ Back and side go bare, go bare. Both foot and hand go cold ; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, AVhether it be new or old. jbid. ^ Cf. Byron, p. 484. 2 Stated by Mr. Dyce to be from a MS. in his pos- session, and of older date than Gammer Gtirtori's Needle. — Skelton, Works^ ed. Dyce, i. vii. -x., n, I* 10 Spenser. EDMUND SPENSER. 1553" 1599- FAERIE QUEENE. A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine. Book i. Canto i. St. I. The noblest mind the best contentment has. Book i. Canto i. St. 35. A bold bad man. Book i. Ca7ito i. St. 37. Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. Book i. Canto iii. St. 4. Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall. Book i. Canto viii. -5*/. I. Entire affection hateth nicer hands. Book i. Canto viii. St. 40. That darksome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullein mind. Book i. Canto ix. St. 35. No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd. Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12. Spenser. 1 1 Faerie Queene, continued.] And is there care in Heaven ? Book ii. Canto viii. St. i. Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound. Book ii. Ca?zto xii. *SV. 70. Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush, In hopes her to attain by hook or crook. Book iii. Canto i. St. 1 7. Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,^ And her conception of the joyous prime. Book iii. Cattto vi. St. 3. Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere. Be bold. Book iii. Catito xi. St. 54. Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled. On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32. Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have ? Book vi. Canto i. St. 42. What more felicitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of Nature, To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie. To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature. The Fate of the Butterfly. Line 209. 1 The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morn- ing. Psalm ex. 3. 12 Spenser, I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme ; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason. Lines on his promised Pensio7iy For of the soul the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make. Hymn in Honour of Beauty. Line 132. A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of gospel-books. Elegiac on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophill? Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To loose good dayes that might be better spent. To wast long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow. To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares ; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires ; To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne. Mother Hubberd's Tale. Line 895. ^ This tradition is confirmed by an entry in Manning- ham's nearly contemporaneous Diary, May 4, 1602.. 2 This piece was printed in The Phcenix Nest, 4to, 1593, where it is anonymous. Todd has shown that it was writ- ten by Mathew Roydon. Raleigh, 1 3 SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. If all the world and love were young. And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd^ Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty ; A beggar that is dumb, you know. May challenge double pity. Passions are likened best to Floods and Streams, Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay. Verses to Edmund Spenser. O eloquent, just and mightie Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised : thou hast drawne together all the farre stretched greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie and ambition of men, and covered it all over with these two narrow words. Hie jacet ! Jlistorie of the Worlds Book v. Pt. i, ad fin. Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.^ ^ Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye ; her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did underwrite, " If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all." — Fuller''s Worthies. 1 4 Sidney. — Brooke, SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554- 1586. Sweet food of sweetl}^ uttered knowledge. The Defence of Poesy. He Cometh unto you with a tale which hold- eth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner. ibid. I never heard the old song of Percy and Doug- lass, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. ibid. High erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy. Arcadia. Book i. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. ibid. My dear, my better half ibid. Book iii. Have I caught my heav'nly jewel. ^ A strop he I and Stella. Second Song. LORD BROOKE. 1554- 1628. wearisome condition of humanity ! Mustapha. Act v. Sc. 4. And out of mind as soon as out of sight.^ So7inet Ivi. 1 Quoted by Shakespeare, Merry Wives of Windsor Act iii. Sc. 3. 2 Cf. Kempis, Imitation of Christ, Book i. Ch. 23. Marlowe. 1 5 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565 -1593- WORKS (Ed. Dyce, 1862). Who ever loved that loved not at first sight ? ^ Hero and Leander. Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods or steepy mountains, yields. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. ibid. And I will make thee beds of roses. And a thousand fragrant posies. ibid. When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified. All places shall be hell that are not heaven. Faustus. Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies ! Ibid. O, thou art fairer than the evening air. Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. ibid. ^ Quoted by Shakespeare, As You Like It^ Act iii. Sc. 5. 1 6 Marlowe, — Hooker. [Faustus continued. Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough,^ That sometime grew within this learned man. Ibid. Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta. Act i. Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. Ibid. Act \. Now will I shew myself to have more of the serpent than the dove ; that is, more knave than fool. Ibid. Act ii. Love me little, love me long.^ Ibid. Act iv. RICHARD HOOKER. 1553 - 1600. Of Law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world : all things in heaven and earth do her homage^ the very least as feel- ing her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power. Ecclesiastical Polity. Book \. That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's misery. ibid. Book i. 1 O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen. Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act'w. Sc. 13. 2 See Herrick, p. 159. Shakespeare, 1 7 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564- 1616. THE TEMPEST. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind. Act i. Sc, 2. Like one. Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. Act i. Sc. 2. My library Was dukedom large enough. Act i. Sc. 2. From the still-vex'd Bermoothes. Act i. Sc. 2. I will be correspondent to command. And do my spriting ^ gently. Act i. Sc 2. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands : Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd — The wild waves whist. Act i. Sc 2. Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade. But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Act i. Sc 2. 1 * spiriting,' Cambridge ed. 1 8 Shakespeare. [Tempest continued. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. Act i Sc. 2. There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Act i. Sc. 2. A very ancient and fish-like smell. Act ii. Sc, 2. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. Act ii. Sc. 2. Fer. Here 's my hand. Mir, And mine, with my heart in 't. Act iii. Sc. I. He that dies pays all debts. Act iii. Sc. 2. , Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. Act iii. Sc. 3. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air.: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces. The solemn temples, the great globe itself. Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve. And, like this insubstantial pageant faded. Leave not a rack ' behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Acfw. Sc 1. With foreheads villanous low. Act iv. Sc. i. Deeper than did ever plummet sound, I '11 drown my book. Act v. Sc i. Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie. Act v. Sc. i. 1 * wreck,' Dyce. Shakespeare, 19 THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. Act\. Sc. I. I have no other but a woman's reason : I think him so, because I think him so. Act i. Sc. 2. O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ! Act i. Sc, 3. And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl. The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Act ii. Sc. 4. He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. Act ii. Sc. 7. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Act iii. Sc. I. Except I be by Sylvia in the night. There is no music in the nightingale. Act iii. Sc. I. A man I am, cross'd with adversity. Act iv. Sc, I. Is she not passing fair ? Act iv. Sc 4.1 How use doth breed a habit in a man ! Act V. Sc. 4. 1 Act iv. Sc. 2, Dyce. 20 Shakespeare. THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. Act i. Sc. I. All his successors, gone before him, have done 't ; and all his ancestors, that come after him, may. Act i. Sc. i. It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. Act i. Sc, I. Mine host of the Garter. Act i. Sc. i. I had rather than forty shillings I had my book of songs and sonnets here. Act i. Sc. i. If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaint- ance, when we are married, and have more occa- sion to know one another : I hope upon famil- iarity will grow more contempt. Act i. Sc. i. Convey, the wise it call. Steal? foh ! a fico for the phrase ! Act i. Sc 3. Tester I '11 have in pouch, when thou shalt lack. Base Phrygian Turk ! Act i. Sc 3. The humour of it. Act i. Sc 3. Here will be an old abusing of ... . the king's English. Act i. Sc 4. We bum daylight. Act ii. Sc i. Shakespeare, 2 1 Merry Wives of Windsor continued.] Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. Act ii. Sc, I. Why, then the world 's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. Act ii. Sc, 2. This is the short and the long of it. Act ii. Sc. 2. Unless experience be a jewel. Act ii. Sc. 2. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. Act iii. Sc. 2. AVhat a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket 1 Act iii. Sc, 3. O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year ! Act iii. Sc, 4. I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. Act iii. Sc. 5. As good luck would have it. Act iii. Sc. 5. The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. Act iii. Sc. 5. A man of my kidney. Act iii. Sc 5. Think of that, Master Brook. Act iii. Sc. 5. In his old lunes again. Act\N. Sc. 2. They say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Act V. Sc. I. 22 Shakespeare, MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd. But to fine issues j nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence. But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor — Both thanks and use. Act \, Sc. i. He was ever precise in promise-keeping. Act i. Sc. 2. I hold you as a thing enskied, and sainted. Act i. Sc. 5.1 Our doubts are traitors. And make us lose the good we oft might win. By fearing to attempt. Act i. ^ I '11 put a girdle round about the Earth In forty minutes. Act\\, Sc. i.i My heart Is true as steel. Act\\. Sc. i.i I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows. Act ii. Sc. l.l A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Act iii. Sc. I. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art trans- lated. Act\\\. Sc. I. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted. Act iii. Sc. 2. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. Act iii. Sc. 2. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Activ. Sc. I. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact. Actv. Sc. i. 1 Act ii. Sc. I, White, Cambridge, Dyce, Staunton. Act ii. Sc. 2, Singer, Knight. 2* C 34 Shakespeare. [Midsummer Night's Dream continued. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. ^<^i v. Sc. i. That is the true beginning of our end. Actv.Sc. I. The best in this kind are but shadows. Actv, Sc. I. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Act V. Sc. I. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time. Act i. Sc. I. Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. Act i. Sc. I. You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it, that do buy it with much care. Act i. Sc. I. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one. Act i. Sc. i. Shakespeare. 35 Merchant of Venice continued.] Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Act'\. Sc. I. There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond. Act i. Sc. I. I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark ! Act i. Sc. I. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them; and when you have them, they are not worth the search. Aai. Sc. 1. They are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. Act i. Sc. 2. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. Act i. Sc. 2. Ships are but boards, sailors but men ; there be land-rats and water-rats, land-thieves and water-thieves. Acti.Sc.^- I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. Act i. Sc. 3. Even there where merchants most do congregate. Act i. Sc. 3. The Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. Act i. Sc. 3. 36 Shakespeare. [Merchant of Venice continued. A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! Act i. Sc. 3. Many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me. Act i. Sc. 3. For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. Act i. Sc. 3. In a bondman's key, With 'bated breath, and whisp'ring humbleness. Act i. Sc. 3. It is a wise father that knows his own child. Act ii. Sc. 2. And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife. Act ii. Sc. 5. All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. Act ii. Sc. 6.1 I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affec- tions, passions ? Act iii. Sc. I. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil .^ Act iii. Sc. 2. Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.^ Act iii. Sc 5. 1 Act ii. Sc. 5, Dyce. 2 Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim. Phi- lippe Gualtier (about the 13th century), AlexandreiSj Book V. line 301. Shakespeare, 37 Merchant of Venice continued.] Let it serve for table-talk. Act\\\. Sc. ^. What ! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? Act'w. Sc. I. The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'T is mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings. It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly pov;er doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. Ad iv. Sc i. A Daniel come to judgment ! Act iv. Sc. i. 'T is not in the bond. Act iv. Sc. i. A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew ! Now, infidel, I have thee on the hip. Act iv. Sc. I . 3^ Shakespeare. [Merchant of Venice continued. I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. Act'w. Sc. I. You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live. Act'w. Sc. I. He is well paid that is well satisfied. Act iv. Sc. I. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Act V. Sc. I. Look, how the floor of Heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold ; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Act V. *SV. I. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. Act V. Sc. I. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Act v. Sc. i. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Act V. Sc. I. Shakespeare, 39 AS YOU LIKE IT. Well said : that was laid on with a trowel. Ad i. Sc. 2. My pride fell with my fortunes. Ad i. Sc 2. Cel. Not a word ? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. Ad i. Sc, 3. O how full of briars is this working-day world ! Ad i. Sc. 3. We '11 have a swashing and a martial outside. Ad i. 6V. 3. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks. Sermons in stones, and good in everything. Act ii. Sc. I. The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. Ad ii. Sc. i. . *' Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." Ad ii. Sc. i. Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. Act ii. Sc. I. And He that doth the ravens feed. Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Ad ii. Sc 3. 40 Shakespeare. [As You Like It continued. For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. Act ii. Sc. 3. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. , Ad ii. Sc, 3. O good old man ! how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion. Act ii. Sc. 3. And raiPd on Lady Fortune in good terms. In good set terms. Act ii. Sc. 7. And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, "It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, " how the world wags." Act ii. Sc. 7. And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale. Act\\. Sc. 7. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer. Act ii. Sc. 7. Motley 's the only wear. Act ii. Sc. 7. If ladies be but young and fair. They have the gift to know it : and in his brain. Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. Act\\. Sc 7. Shakespeare. 41 As You Like It continued.] I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. Act ii. Sc, 7. The why is plain as way to parish church. Act ii. Sc. 7. All the world 's a stage And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, — His Acts being seven ages. At first, the Infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining School-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the Lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a Soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard ) Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble Reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the Justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut. Full of wise saws and modern instances, — And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd Pantaloon, With spectacle on nose and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes 42 Shakespeare, [As You Like It continued And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans — every- thing. Act ii. Sc. 7. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. Act ii. Sc 7. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Act iii. Sc. 2. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ? Act iii. Sc, 2. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful ! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping. Act iii. Sc. 2. Every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow-fault came to match it. Act iii. Sc. 2. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.^ Act m. Sc. 2. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poet- ical. ^^^ iii- S'^' 3- Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. Act iii. Sc, 5. It is a melancholy of mine ow^n, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my 1 See Proverbs, p. 609. Shakespeare, 43 As You Like It continued.] travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. Act iv. Sc, i. I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad. Aa'w. Sc i. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit. Act'w. Sc. I. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Act iv. Sc. i. Men are April when they woo, December w^hen they wed. Act iv. Sc i. Pacing through the forest. Chewing the food ^ of sweet and bitter fancy. Act iv. Sc, 3. No sooner met, but they looked ; no sooner looked, but they loved ; no sooner loved, but they sighed ; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason. Act v. Sc 2. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes ! Act v. Sc 2. An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. Act V. Sc 4. The Retort Courteous Lie Circum- stantial, and the Lie Direct. Act v. Sc 4. Your If is the only peacemaker ; much virtue "^ V' Act V. Sc 4. Good wine needs no bush. Epilogue. 1 * cud,* Dyce, Staunton. 44 Shakespeare. THE TAMING OF THE SHREW. As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell ; And twenty more such names and men as these, Which never were, nor no man ever saw. Inductioti, Sc. 2. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en ; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. Act i. Sc. I. There 's small choice in rotten apples. Act i. Sc. I. Tush ! tush ! fear boys with bugs. Act i. Sc 2. And do as adversaries do in law, — Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Act i. Sc. 2. And thereby hangs a tale.^ Act iv. Sc. i. My cake is dough. Act v. Sc. i. Intolerable, not to be endured. Act v. Sc. 2. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. Act V. Sc. 2. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. Act V. Sc. 2. 1 Othello, Act ill. Sc. i. Merry Wives of Windsor, Act i. Sc. 4. As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7. Shakespeare, 45 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. Act\. Sc. i. The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. Act\. Sc i. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. Act'x. Sc. i. He must needs go that the Devil drives. Act i. Sc. 3. My frien Js were poor but honest. Act i. Sc. 3. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. Act ii. Sc. i. I will show myself highly fed, and lowly taught. Act ii. Sc. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by th' doer's deed. Act ii. Sc. 3. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. Act iv. Sc 3. Whose words all ears took captive. Act v. Sc 3. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. Act v. Sc. 3. The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. Act V. Sc 3. All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. Act v. Sc 3. 46 Shakespeare, TWELFTH NIGHT. If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Act i. Sc. i. I am sure care 's an enemy to life. Ad i. Sc. 3. 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Act i. Sc, 5. Journeys end in lovers' meeting Every wise man's son doth know. Act ii. Sc. 3. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Act ii. Sc. 3. Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Act ii. Sc. 3. Let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm. More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, Than women's are. Act ii. Sc 4. Shakespeare. 47 Twelfth Night continued.] And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. Act ii. Sc 4. She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Act ii. Sc 4. I am all the daughters of my father's house. And all the brothers too. Act ii. Sc. 4. An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortune before you. Act ii. Sc, 5. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Act ii. Sc. 5. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip ! Act iii. Sc. I. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Act iii. Sc. I. Let there be gall enough in thy ink ; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. Act iii. Sc. 2. Why, this is very Midsummer madness. Act iii. Sc. 4. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Act iii. Sc, 4. 48 Shakespeare. [Twelfth Night continued. An I thought he had been valiant, and so cun- ning in fence, I 'd have seen him damned ere I 'd have challenged him. Act iii. Sc. 4.1 Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras con- cerning wild-fowl ? Mai. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ? Mai. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. Act iv. Sc 2. Thus the whirligig of Time brings in his re- venges. Act V. Sc. I. THE WINTER'S TALE. A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. Act iv. Sc. 2. A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. Act iv. Sc. 2. Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath. Act iv. Sc. 3.2 When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' th* sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that. Act iv. Sc. 3.2 1 Sc. 5, Dyce. ^ Sc. 4, Cambridge ed. Shakespeare, 49 KING JOHN. Lord of thy presence, and no land beside. Act i. Sc, I. And if his name be George, I '11 call him Peter ; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. Act i. Sc. I. For he is but a bastard to the time. That doth not smack of observation. Act i. ^<:. I. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. Act i. Sc. I. For courage mounteth with occasion. Act ii. Sc. I. I would that I were low laid in my grave ; I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. Act ii. Sc. I. St. George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horseback at mine hostess' door. Act ii. Sc. I. Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs ! Act ii. Sc. 2.1 Here I and sorrows sit ; Here is my throne ; bid kings come bow to it. Act iii. Sc. 1.2 1 Sc. 2, Singer, Staunton, Knight. Sc. i, White, Dyce, Cambridge. 2 Act ii. Sc. 2, White. 3 50 Shakespeare. [King John continued. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward ; Thou little valiant, great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety ! Act'm. Sc. i. Thou wear a lion^s hide ! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Ad iii. Sc. i. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. Act iii. Sc. 4. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. Act iii. Sc. 4. When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. Act iii. Sc. 4, And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. Act iii. Sc. 4. How now, foolish rheum ! Act'w. Sc. i. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light Shakespeare, 5 1 King John continued.] To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. Act iv. Sc. 2. And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. Act iv. Sc. 2. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool. With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. Act iv. Sc. 2. Another lean, unwash'd artificer. Act iv. Sc, 2. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes ill deeds done ! Act iv. Sc 2. Mocking the air with colours idly spread. Act V. Sc. I. This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. Ad V. Sc, 7. Come the three corners of the world in arms. And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. Act V. Sc. 7. 52 Shakespeare, KING RICHARD II. All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Act i. Sc. 3. O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic Summer's heat. O, no ! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. Act i. Sc. 3. This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by Nature for herself, Against infection and the hand of war ; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall. Or as a moat defensive to a house. Against the envy of less happier lands ; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. Act\\.Sc. i. The ripest fruit first falls. Act ii. Sc i. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. Act ii. Sc, 3. Shakespeare. 53 King Richard 11. continued.] Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king. Act iii. Sc. 2. Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. Act iii. Sc. 2. And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings. Act iii. Sc, 2. He is come to ope The purple testament of bleeding war. Act iii. Sc. 3. And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. Act iii. Sc. 3. Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. Act iv. Sc. I. A mockery king of snow. Act iv. Sc. i. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. Act v. Sc. 2. 54 Shakespeare, KING HENRY IV., PART I. In those holy fields, Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd, For our advantage, on the bitter cross. Act\. Sc. I. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the" shade, min- ions of the moon. Act i. Sc. 2. Old father antic the law. . Act i. Sc. 2. Thou hast damnable iteration. Act i. Sc 2. And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. Act i. Sc. 2. 'T is my vocation, Hal ; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. Act i. Sc 2. He will give the Devil his due. Act i. Sc 2. There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. Act i. Sc. 2. If all the year were playing holidays. To sport would be as tedious as to work. Act i. Sc 2. Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd^ Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took 't away again. Act i. Sc. 3. Shakespeare. 5 5 King Henry IV., Part I., continued.] And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. Act i. Sc 3. And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. Act i. Sc. 3. The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare ! Act i. Sc. 3. By Heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap. To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon. Or dive into the bottom of the deep. Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. Acti.Sc.^i' I know a trick worth two of that. Act ii. Sc. I. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I '11 be hanged. Act ii. Sc. 2. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever. Act ii. Sc 2. Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. Act ii. Sc. 2. 56 Shakespeare. [King Henry IV., Part I., continued. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Act ii. Sc. 3. Brain him with his lady's fan. Act ii. Sc 3. A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. Act ii. Sc. 4. A plague of all cowards, I say. Act ii. Sc. 4. Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing ! Act ii. Sc 4. I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. Act ii. Sc 4. Thou knowest my old ward : here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me. Act ii. Sc 4. Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. Act ii. Sc. 4. Give you a reason on compulsion ! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion. Act ii. Sc 4. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. Act ii, Sc 4. I was a coward on instinct. Act ii. Sc 4. No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me ! Act ii. Sc 4. A plague of sighing and grief ! it blows a man up like a bladder. Act ii. Sc 4. In King Cambyses' vein. Act\\. Sc 4. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. Act ii. Sc 4. Shakespeare. 57 King Henry IV., Part I., continued.] O monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack ! Act ii. Sc. 4. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. Act iii. Sc. i. I am not in the roll of common men. Act iii. Sc. I. G/en. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. JIo^. Why, so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come when you do call for them ? Act iii. Sc. I. O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the Devil. Act iii. Sc. I. I had rather be a kitten and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. Act Hi. Sc. I. - But, in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I '11 cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Act Hi. Sc. I. A good mouth-filling oath. Act Hi. Sc. i. A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. Act iii. Sc. 2. To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. Act iii. Sc. 2. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. Act iii. Sc. 3. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ? Act iii. Sc. 3. 3* 58 Shakespeare. [King Henry IV., Part I., continued Rob me the exchequer. Act iii. Sc. 3. This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. Act iv. Sc. I. That daff'd the world aside, And bid it pass. Act iv. Sc. i. I saw young Harry, with his beaver on. His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. Act iv. Sc. I. The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. Act iv. Sc. 2. A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scare- crows. I '11 not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat : nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on ; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins, tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves. Act iv. Sc. 2. Food for powder, food for powder ; they '11 fill a pit as well as better. Act iv. Sc. 2. Shakespeare, 59 King Henry IV., Part I., continued.] I would it were bedtime, Hal, and all well. Act V. Sc. I. Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if hon- our prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? No. What is honour ? A word. What is that word, honour? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it ? He that died o* Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insen- sible, then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : therefore, I '11 none of it : honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. Act v. Sc i. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Act V. Sc, 4 I could have better spared a better man. Act V. Sc, 4. The better part of valour is discretion. Act V. Sc, 4. Lord, lord, how this world is given to lying ! I grant you I was down and out of breath, and so was he ; but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. Act V. Sc. 4. Purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. Act V. Sc. 4. 6o Shakespeare, KING HENRY IV., PART 11. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone. Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him, half his Troy was burn'd. Act\. Sc. i. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departed friend. Ad i. Sc. I. I am not only witty in myself, but the causa that wit is in other men. Act i. Sc. 2. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. Act i. Sc. 2. We that are in the vaward of our youth. Act i. Sc. 2. For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing and singing of anthems. Act i. Sc. 2. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Act i. Sc. 2. I '11 tickle your catastrophe. Act ii. Sc. i. He hath eaten me out of house and home. Act ii. Sc. I. Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. Act ii. Sc. 2. Shakespeare, 6 1 King Henry IV,, Part II., continued.] He was, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. Act ii. Sc. 3. Sleep ! O gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Act iii. Sc. I. With all appliances and means to boot. Act iii. Sc, I. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Act iii. Sc, I. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all : all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair } Act iii. Sc. 2. Accommodated : that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated ; or when a man is — being — whereby — he may be thought to be accommodated ; which is an excellent thing. Act iii. Sc, 2. Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble. Act iii. Sc, 2. We have heard the chimes at midnight. Act iii. Sc. 2. Like a man made after supper of a cheese- paring : when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fan- tastically carved upon it with a knife. Act iii. Sc. 2, 62 Shakespeare, [King Henry IV., Part II., continued He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity. Act iv. Sc, 4. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought Act iv Sc. 4. A joint of mutton, and any pretty Httle tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. Act v. Sc i. A foutra for the world and worldlings base ! I speak of Africa and golden joys. Act v. Sc 3. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak, or die. Act V. Sc, 3. KING HENRY V. O for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! Chorus, Consideration, like an angel, came And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him. Act i. Sc, I. Turn him to any cause of policy. The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter : that, when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. Act i. Sc. I. I dare not fight ; but I will wink, and hold out my iron. Act ii. Sc, i. Base is the slave that pays. Act il Sc r . Shakespeare, 63 King Henry V. continued.] His nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a bab- bled of green fields. Act ii. Sc, 3. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. Act ii. Sc. 4. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger : Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. Act iii. Sc, I. And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. Act iii. Sc. I. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips. Straining upon the start. Act iii. Sc i. I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. Act iii. Sc, 6. You may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Act iii. Sc, 7.1 The hum of either army stilly sounds. That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch. Fire answers fire ; and through their paly flames 1 Act iii. Sc, 6, Dyce. 64 Shakespeare, [King Henry V. continued Each battle sees the other's umbered face. Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear ; and from the tents, The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. Act iv. Chorus. There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. Act iv. Sc. I. Every subject's duty is the king's ; but every subject's soul is his own. Act'w. Sc. i. That 's a perilous shot out of an elder gun. Act iv. Sc. I. Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread. Act iv. Sc. I. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tiptoe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. Act iv. Sc. 3. Then shall our names, Familiar in their mouths^ as household words, — Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster, — Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. Act iv. Sc, 3. 1 * in his mouth,' White, Cambridge, Knight. Shakespeare, 65 [King Henry V. continued. In the universal 'orld, or in France, or in Eng- land. Act iv. Sc. 8. There is occasions and causes why and where- fore in all things. Acty. Sc. i. If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Act V. Sc. 2. KING HENRY VI., PART I. Hung be the heavens with black. Act i. Sc i. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two horses, which doth bear him best. Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment ; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law. Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Act ii. Sc, 4. She 's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd ; She is a woman, therefore to be won. Ad V. Sc. 3. 66 Shakespeare, KING HENRY VI., PART II. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I 'd set my ten commandments * in your face. Ad i. Sc. 3. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Act iii. Sc. I. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ? Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.^ Act iii. Sc. 2. He dies, and makes no sign. Act iii Sc. 3. There shall be, in England, seven half-penny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. Act iv. Sc 2. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man ? Act iv. Sc. 2. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. Act iv. Sc. 2. 1 Set Proverbs, p. 610. 2 I 'm armed with more than complete steel, The justice of my quarrel. Lust''s Doiiiimon Shakespeare, 67 King Henry VI., Part II., continued.] Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the King, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. Act iv. Sc 7. KING HENRY VI., PART III. How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium, And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. Act i. Sc. 2. And many strokes, though with a little axe. Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. Act ii. Sc. I. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. Act ii. Sc. 2. Things ill got had ever bad success. And happy always was it for that son Whose father, for his hoarding, went to hell ? Act ii. Sc. 2. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. Act iv. Sc. 8. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind : The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Act V. Sc. 6 68 Shakespeare, KING RICHARD III. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front. Act i. Sc, I. I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them, — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time. Act i. Sc. I. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Act i. Sc, 2. Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? Act i. Sc. 2. Framed in the prodigality of nature. Act i. Sc. 2. Shakespeare. 69 King Richard III. continued.] And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stol'n out of* holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the Devil. Act i. Sc. 3. 0, I have pass'd a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights. That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night. Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. Act i. Sc. 4. O Lord, methought, what pain it was to drown 1 What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes 1 Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks ; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels. All scattered in the bottom of the sea : Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept. As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. Act i. Sc. 4. So wise so young, they say, do ne'er live long. Act iii. Sc I. Off with his head !^ Actm. Sc. 4. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast ; Ready with every nod to tumble down. Act iii. Sc. 4. 1 * stol'n forth,' White, Knight. 2 Cf. Gibber, p. 248. /O Shakespeare, [King Richard III. continued. Even in the afternoon of her best days. Act iii. Sc. 7. Thou troublest me : I am not in the vein. Act iv. Sc. 2. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. Activ. Sc. 3. The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. Act iv. Sc. 3. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. Act iv. Sc. 4. Tetchy and wayward. Act iv. Sc 4. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. Actiw. Sc. 4. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment. Act V. Sc. 2. True hope is svyift, and flies with swallow's wings ; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. Act V. Sc. 2. The king's name is a tower of strength.^ Act V. Sc. 3. O, coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! Act V. Sc. 3. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Act V. Sc. 3. 1 The name of the Lord is a strong tower. I'rov. xviii 10. Shakespeare. yi King Richard III. continued.] By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. Act V. Sc. 3. The self-same heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. Act V. Sc. 3. A thing devised by the enemy.* Act v. Sc 3. A horse ! a horse ! My kingdom for a horse ! Act V. Sc. 4. I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die. I think there be six Richmonds in the field. Act V. Sc. 4. KING HENRY VIII. Order gave each thing view. Act i. Sc. i. This bold bad man.^ Act ii. Sc 2. Verily I swear, 't is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content. Than to be perk'd up in a glist'ring grief. And wear a golden sorrow. Act ii. Sc. 3. ^ Cf. Gibber, p. 249. 2 Cf. Spenser, Faerie Queenc, Book i. Ch. i. St. y]y and Massinger A Netu Way to Pay Old Debts^ Act iv. Sc. 2. 72 Shakespeare. [King Henry VIII. continued- And then to breakfast, with What appetite you have. Act iii. Sc. 2. I have touch'd the highest point of all my great- ness, And from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. Act iii. Sc. 2. Press not a falling man too far. Act iii. Sc. 2. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms. And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost. Act iii. Sc. 2. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to. That sweet aspect of princes and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have 5 And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Act iii. Sc 2. And sleep in dull, cold marble. Act iii. Sc. 2. Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, . And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour. Act iii. Sc. 2. I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels. Act iii. Sc. 2. Shakespeare, 73 King Henry VIII. continued.] Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee, Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's. Act iii. Sc 2. Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. Act iii. Sc. 2. An old man, broken with the storms of state. Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity ! Act iv. Sc. 2. He gave his honours to the world again. His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace. Act iv. Sc. 2. So may he rest : his faults lie gently on him. Act iv. Sc. 2. He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. Act iv. Sc. 2. Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write in water.^ Act iv. Sc. 2. 1 For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble : and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste. Sir Thomas More, Richard III. L'injure se grave en metal tt le bienfait s'escrit en I'onde. Jean Bertaut (1570- 161 1), Carey's French Poets. 4 74 Shakespeare, [King Henry VIII. continued. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not ; But to those men that sought him, sweet as Sum- mer. ^ Act iv. Sc. 2. After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. Act iv. Sc. 2. To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. Act V. Sc. 2. 'T is a cruelty, To load a falling man. Act v. *SV. 2. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA I have had my labour for my travail. Act i. -5**:. I. The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. Act i. Sc, 3. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. Act iii. Sc. 3. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Act iii. Sc. 3. And give to dust, that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. ^<:t iii- ^c. 3. And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. Act iii. Sc. 3. The end crowns all. Act iv. Sc 5. Shakespeare, . 75 CORIOLANUS. I thank you for your voices, thank you, — Your most sweet voices. Act ii. Sc. 3. Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? Act iii. Sc. I. His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. Act iii. Sc. i. Serv. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. Act iv. Sc. 5. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. Act iv. Sc. 5. Chaste as the icicle, That 's curded by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple. Act v. Sc 3. If you have writ your annals true, 't is there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy !^ Act v. Sc. 6. TITUS ANDRONICUS. Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Act\.Sc.2. She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd \ She is a woman, therefore may be won ; She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. What, man ! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of ; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive. Act ii. Sc. i. 1 Act V. Sc. 5, Sinccer, Knif^ht. 76 Shakespeare, ROMEO AND JULIET. The weakest goes to the wall. Act i. Sc, i. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. Act\. Sc. I. An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east. Act i. Sc. I. As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Act\. Sc. i. Saint-seducing gold. Act i. Sc. i. He that is stricken blind, cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. Act\, Sc. I. One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish. Act i. Sc. 2. That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. Act i. Sc. 3. For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase. Act i. Sc. 4. O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman. Drawn with a team of little atomies Over men's noses as they lie asleep. Act i. Sc. 4. Shakespeare, jy Romeo and Juliet continued.] True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. Act i. Sc 4. For you and I are past our dancing days. Aci i. Sc. 5. Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. Act i. Sc. 5. Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! Act i. Sc. 5. When King Cophetua lov'd the beggar maid. Act ii. Sc. I. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. Act ii. Sc. 2.1 See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand. That I might touch that cheek ! Act ii. Sc. 2.1 O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Act ii. Sc. 2.1 AVhat 's in a name ? that which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet. Act ii. Sc. 2.1 For stony limits cannot hold love out. Act ii. Sc. 2. Alack ! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords. Act ii. Sc. 2.1 I Act ii. Sc. I, White. yS Shakespeare. [Romeo and Juliet continued. At lovers' perjuries/ They say, Jove laughs. Act ii. Sc. 2.2 Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, — Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon That monthly changes in her circled orb. Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Act ii. Sc, 2.2 The god of my idolatry. Act ii. Sc. 2.2 This bud of love, by Summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Act ii. Sc. 2.2 How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears ! Act ii. Sc. 2.2 Good night, good night : parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Act ii. Sc. 2.2 For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good, but, strain 'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied. And vice sometime 's by action dignified. Act ii. Sc. 3. } Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter. TibuUus, Lib. iiu El. 7, Line 17. 2 Act\\. Sc. I, White. Shakespeare, 79 Romeo and Juliet continued.] Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye. Act ii. Sc. 3. Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. Act ii. Sc. 3. Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Act ii. Sc 4. O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified ! Act ii. Sc. 4. I am the very pink of courtesy. Act ii. Sc, 4. My man 's as true as steel. -^ Act ii. Sc. 4. Here comes the lady. — O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. Act ii. Sc. 6. Rom. Courage, man : the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door ; but 't is enough. Act iii. Sc. I. A plague o* both your houses ! Act\\\. Sc i. When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars. And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night. And pay no worship to the garish sun. Act iii. Sc. 2. Beautiful tyrant ! fiend angelical ! Act iii. Sc. 2. Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound ? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace ! Act iii. Sc. 2. 1 'true as steel,' Chaucer, Troilus and Creseide, Book v. Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida^ Act iii. Sc 2. 8o Shakespeare, [Romeo and Juliet continued. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, And steal immortal blessing from her lips; Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. Act iii. Sc. 3. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Act iii. Sc. 3. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. Act iii. Sc. 5. Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. Act iii. Sc. 5. Villain and he are many miles asunder. Act iii. Sc. 5. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Act iv. Sc. 2. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. Act V. Sc. I. I do remember an apothecary, — And hereabouts he dwells. Act v. Sc. i. Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. Act^. Sc. I. A beggarly account of empty boxes. Act V. Sc. I. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom, I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Act V. Sc. I. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book ! Act V. Sc. 3. Shakespeare. 8 Romeo and Juliet continued.] A feasting presence full of light. Act v. Sc. 3. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Act V. Sc. 3. Eyes, look your last : Arms, take your last embrace ! Act v. Sc. 3. TIMON OF ATHENS. But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. Act i. Sc i. We have seen better days. Act iv. Sc. 2. Are not within the leaf of pity writ. Act iv. Sc. 3. I '11 example you with thievery : The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon 's an arrant thief. And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth 's a thief. That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing 's a thief. Act iv. Sc. 3. 82 Shakespeare. JULIUS C^SAR. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. Act i. Sc. I. Beware the Ides of March ! Act i. Sc 2. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but for my single self I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself Act i. Sc. 2. Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? — Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in. And bade him follow. Act i. Sc 2. Help me, Cassius, or I sink ! Act i. Sc 2. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world. And bear the palm alone. Act i. -5*^. 2. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates ; The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars. But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Act\. Sc 2. SJiakcspcare, 83 Julius Caesar continued.] Conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Ccesar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed. That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd ! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods. Act i. Sc. 2. Let me have men about me, that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights ; Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. Act i. Sc. 2. Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort. As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit. That could be mov'd to smile at anything. Act i. Sc. 2. But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. Act i. Sc. 2. Lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face ; But when he once attains the upmost* round. He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. Act ii. Sc. i. Between the acting of a dreadful thing, And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream ; The Genius, and the mortal instruments, 1 * utmost,' Singer, Knight. 84 Shakespeare. [Julius Czesar continued. Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a Httle kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. Act ii. Sc. I. But, when I tell him, he hates flatterers, He says, he does, being then most flattered. Act\\. Sc. I. You are my true and honourable wife ; As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. Act ii. Sc. i. Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds. In ranks and squadrons, and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. Act ii. Sc. 2. When beggars die there are no comets seen ; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Act ii. Sc 2. Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Act ii. Sc. 2. But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament. Act iii. Sc. I. The choice and master spirits of this age. Act ii'i. Sc. I. Though last, not least, in love.^ Act in. Sc. i. ^ See King Lear, Act ii. Sc. i. Shakespeare. 85 Julius Csesar continued.] O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Act iii. Sc, I . Cry " Havock ! " and let slip the dogs of war. Act iii. Sc. I. Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear. Act iii. Sc. 2. Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Act iii. Sc 2. Who is here so base, that would be a bond- man ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. Act iii. Sc. 2. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them. The good is oft interred with their bones. Act iii. *Sam. The Garden. Essay v. Hence ye profane, I hate ye all. Both the great vulgar and the small. Horace. Book iii. Ode I. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. 1605 -1668. Th' assembled souls of all that men held wise. Gondibert. Book ii. Canto v. St. 37. 1 One of our poets (which is it ?) speaks of an everlast- ing now. — Sou they, The Doctor ^ Ck. xxw. p I. ^ Cf. Covvper, p. 360. 1 68 Waller. EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,^ Lets in new light thro' chinks that time has made. Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home. Verses upon his Divine Poesy. Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath received our yoke. Upon the Death of the Lord Protector, A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair : Give me but what this riband bound. Take all the rest the sun goes round. On a Girdle, How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair ! Go^ lovely rose. That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own. Wherewith he wont to soar so high.^ To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing. The yielding marble of her snowy breast. On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People. ^ Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven ; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. — Fuller, The Holy and the Profane State, Book i. Ch. ii, 2 Cf. Byron, p. 467. Marquis of Montrose, i6g Waller continued.] Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse. Panegyric on CromwelL For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing and that they love. While I listen to thy voice. Poets lose half the praise they should have got. Could it be known what they discreetly blot. Upon Roscommoft's Trans, of Horace , De Arte Poetica. Could we forbear dispute, and practise love. We should agree as angels do above. Divine Love. Canto iii. MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650, He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all. My Dear and ojtly Love^ I '11 make thee glorious by my pen, And famous by my sword. Ibid, 1 From Napier's Mem. of Montrose, Vol. i. App. xxxiv. That puts it not unto the touch, To win or lose it all. From Napier's Montrose and the Covenanters^ Vol. ii. /. 566. I/O Milton. JOHN MILTON. 1608- 1674. PARADISE LOST. Of Man's first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world and all our woe. Book i. Line i. Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed Fast by the oracle of God. Book i. Line 10. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Book i. Line i6. What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support ; That to the height of this, great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. Book i. IJne 22. As far as Angel's ken. Book i. Line 59. Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. Book i. Line 62. Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes, That comes to all. Book i. Line 65. What though the field be lost ? All is not lost ; th' unconquerable will. And study of revenge, immortal hate. And courage never to submit or yield. Book i. Line 105. Milton. 171 Paradise Lost continued.] To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. Book i. Line 157. And out of good still to find means of evil. Book i. L'me 165. Farewell happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells : hail, horrors ; hail. Book i. Line 249. A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. Book i. Line 253. Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell ; Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. Book i. Line 261 Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. Book i. Line 275. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine, Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand. He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marie. Book i. Line 292. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower. Book i. Line 302. Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen ! Book i. Line 330. 172 Milton. [Paradise Lost continued Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both. Book i. Line 423. Execute their airy purposes. Book i. Lifie 430. When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Book i. Line 5CX). Th* imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd, Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. Book i. Line 536. Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore helFs concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. Book i. Line 540. In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. Book i. Line 550. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruined, and th' excess Of glory obscured. Book i. Line 591. In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. Book i. Line 597. Thrice he assayed, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Book i. Line 619. Milton. 173 Paradise Lost continued,] Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Book i. Line 648. Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven ; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific. Book i. Li7te 679. Let none admire That riches grow in hell : that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. Book i. Line 690. Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. Book i. Line 710. From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star. Book i. Line 742. Faery elves. Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side. Or fountain, some belated peasant sees. Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress. Book i. Line 781. High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand 1 74 Milton. [Paradise Lost continued Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence. Book ii. Line i. Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assured us. Book ii. Line 39. The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. Book ii. Line 44. Rather than be less, Cared not to be at all. Book ii. Line 47. My sentence is for open war. Book ii. Line 51. That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat : descent and fall To us is adverse. Book ii. Line 75. When the scourge Inexorable, and the torturing hour Call us to penance. Book ii. Line 90. Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. Book ii. Line 105. But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. . Book\\. Line 112. Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope Is flat despair. Book ii. Line 139. Milton, 17s Paradise Lost continued.] For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being. Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night ? Book ii. Line 146. His red right hand.^ Book ii. Line 174. Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved. Book ii. Line 185. The never-ending flight Of future days. Book ii. Line 221. Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. Book ii. Line 274. With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin. Sage he stood. With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air. Book ii. Line 300. The palpable obscure. Book ii. Line 406. Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light. Book ii. Line 432. 1 Rubente dextera. — Horace, Od. i. ii. 2. 176 Milton. [Paradise Lost continued. Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote. Book ii. Lim 476. The lowering element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape. Book ii. Line 490. Oh, shame to men ! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. Book ii. Line 496. In discourse more sweet, For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense, Others apart sat on a hill retired. In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute ; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost. Book ii. Line 555. Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy. Book ii. Line 565. Arm the obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. Book ii. Line 568. A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog, Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old. Where armies whole have sunk : the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought ; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce, Milton. I yj Paradise Lost continued.] From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, Periods of time ) thence hurried back to fire. Book ii. Line 592. O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. Book ii. Lme 620. Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimaeras dire. Book ii. Line 628. The other shape — If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb. Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd. For each seem'd either — black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart. Book ii. Line 666. Whence and what art thou, execrable shape ? Book ii. Line 681. Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. Book ii. Line 699. So spake the grisly terror. Book ii. Line 704. Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd. That fires the length of Ophiucus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. Book ii. Line 707. 8* L 178 Milton. [Paradise Lost continued Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. Book ii. Line 712. Hell Grew darker at their frown. Book ii. Line 719. I fled, and cried out Death ! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd P>om all her caves, and back resounded Death. Book ii. Line 787, Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe. Book ii. Line 803. Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled. Book ii. Line 845. On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th* infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. Book ii. Line 879. Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand : For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mastery. Book ii. Line 894. Into this wild abyss. The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave. Book ii. Line 910. Milton. 179 Paradise Lost continued.] O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare. With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. Book ii. Line 948. With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. Book ii. Line 995. So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. Book ii. Line 1021. And fast by, hanging in a golden chain This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude close by the moon. Book ii. Line 105 1. Hail, holy light ! offspring of heaven first-born. Book iii. Line I. The rising world of waters dark and deep. Book iii. Line 1 1. Thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Book iii. Line y]. Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair i8o Milton. [Paradise Lost continued. Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. Book iii. Line 40. Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Book iii. Line 99. Dark with excessive bright. Book iii. Line 380. Eremites and friars, White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery. Book iii. Line 474. Since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. Book iii. Line 495. And oft though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems. Book iii. Li^ie 686. The hell within him. Book iv. Line 20. Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be. Book iv. Line 23. At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads. Book iv. Line 34. A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharged. Book iv. Line 55. Milton, i8i Paradise Lost continued.] Which way shall I fly- Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep. Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I sufler seems a heaven. Book iv. Line 73. Such joy ambition finds. Book iv. Line 92. So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good. Book iv. Line 108. That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal couch'd with revenge. Book iv. Line 122. Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Arabia the blest. Book iv. Line 162. And on the Tree of Life The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. Book iv. Line 194. A heaven on earth. Book iv. Line 208. Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. Book iv. Line 256. For contemplation he and valour form'd. For softness she and sweet attractive grace ; He for God only, she for God in him. His fair large front and eye sublime declared Absolute rule ; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clust'ring, but not beneath his shoulders broad. Book iv. Line 297. 1 82 Milton, [Paradise Lost continued. Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd, Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay. Book iv. Line 307. Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Book iv. Line 323. And with necessity. The tyrant's, plea, excus'd his devilish deeds. Book iv. Line 393. As Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers. Book iv. Line 499. Imparadis'd in one another's arms. Book iv. Line 506. Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompany'd ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy, couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleas'd : now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires ; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon. Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light. And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Book iv. Lt7te 598. Milton, 183 Paiadise Lost continued.] The timely dew of sleep. Book iv. Line 614. With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : But neither breath of morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glitt'ring starlight, without thee is sweet. Book iv. Line 639. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. Book iv. Line 677. Eas'd the putting off" These troublesome disguises which we wear. Book iv. Line 739. Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. Book iv. Line 750. Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. Book iv. Liiie 800. 1 84 Milton, [Paradise Lost continued. Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touch'd lightly ; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper. Book iv. Line 8io. Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng. Book iv. Line 830. Abash'd the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely. Book iv. Line 846. All hell broke loose. Book iv. Line 918. Like TenerifF or Atlas unremov'd. Book iv. Line 987. The starry cope Of heaven. Book iv. Liiie 992. Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night Book iv. Line 1014. Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd, for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred. Book V. Line i Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep. Shot forth peculiar graces. Bookw. Line 13. My latest found, Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight. Book V. Line 18. Milton, 185 Paradise Lost continued.] Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows. Book V. Line 71. These are thy glorious works, Parent of good ! Book V. Lme 153. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night. If better thou belong not to the dawn. Book V. Lme 166. A wilderness of sweets. Book v. Line 294. Another morn Risen on mid-noon. Book v. Lme 310. So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. Bookw. Line 111, Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. Book V. Line 449. The bright consummate flower. Book V. Line 481. Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, pow- ers. Book V. Li7te 601. They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy. Book v. Line 637. Satan ; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven. Book V. Line 658. Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendhest to sleep and silence. Book V. Line 667- 1 86 Milton, [Paradise Lost continued. Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dew-drops, which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. Book V. Li7te 745. So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found Among the faithless, faithful only he. Book V. Li7ie 896. Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light. Book vi. Line 2. Servant of God, well done. Book vi. Line 29. Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag d ; dire was the noise Of conflict. Book vi. Line 209. Far ofl" his coming shone. Book vi. Line 768. More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though falFn, and evil tongues. Book vii. Line 24. Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. Book vii. Line 30. Heaven open'd wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound On golden hinges moving. Book vii. Line 205. Milton, 187 Paradise Lost continued.] Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw Hght. Book vii. Lme 364. Now half appear'd The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts. Book vii. Line 463. Indued AVith sanctity of reason. Book vii. Line 507. The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear. Book viii. Line i. And grace that won who saw to wish her stay. Book viii. Line 43. And, touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew. Book viii. Line 47. With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. Book viii. Line 83. To know That which before us lies in daily life. Is the prime wisdom. Book viii. Line 192. Liquid lapse of murmuring streams. Book viii. Line 263. And feel that I am happier than I know. Book viii. Line 282. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. Book viii. Line 48S. 1 88 Milton, [Paradise Lost continued. Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed, and not unsought be won. Book viii. Line 502. She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty appro v'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her, blushing like the morn : all heaven, And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence ; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub. Book viii. Line 508. So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. Book viii. Line 548. Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part ; Do thou but thine. Book viii. Line 561. Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies, that daily flow From all her words and actions. Booky\\\. Line 600. To whom the angel with a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. Book viii. Liize 618. My unpremeditated verse. Book ix. Line 24, Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late. Book ix. Line 26. Milton. 189 Paradise Lost continued.] Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. Book ix. Line 44. Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. Book ix. Lme 171. The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint. Book ix. Line 208. Smiles from reason flow. To brute deny'd, and are of love the food. Book ix. Line 239. For solitude sometimes is best society. And short retirement urges sweet return. Book ix. Line 249. At shut of evening flowers. Book ix. Line 278. As one who long in populous city pent. Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. Book ix. Line 445. So glozed the tempter. Book ix. Line 549. Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest. Book ix. Lijte 633. Left that command Sole daughter of his voice.^ Book ix. Line 652. Earth felt the wound ; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe. That all was lost. Book ix. Line 782. 1 Cf. Wordsworth, Ode to Duty, p. 419. I go Milton. [Paradise Lost continued. In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. Book ix. Line 853. A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between. Book ix. Line 1 106. Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease. Book X. Line 77. So scented the grim Feature, and upturned His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far. • Book X. Line 279. How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible ! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap ! Book x. Line 775. Must I thus leave thee. Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades ? Book xi. Line 269. Then purged wrth euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see. Book xi. Line 414. Moping melancholy. And moon-struck madness. Book xi. Line 485. And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd. Book xi. Line 491. Milton. 191 Paradise Lost continued.] So mayst thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's Piap. Book xi. Line 535. Nor love thy life, nor hate ; but what thou liv'st Live well ; how long or short permit to heaven.^ Book xi. Line 553. A bevy of fair women. Book xi. Line 582. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow. Through Eden took their solitary way. Book xii. Line 645. PARADISE REGAINED. Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive. Book ii. Line 220. Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wrecked. Book ii. Line 228. Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise. Book iii. Line 56. Elephants endorsed with towers. Book iii. Line 329. 1 Summum nee metuas diem, nee optes. — Martial, lib, X. 47 ; 14. 192 Milton, [Paradise Regained continued. Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle. Book iv. Line 70. Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd. Book iv. Line 76. The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day.^ Book iv. Line 220. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. Book iv. Line 240. The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long. Book iv. Line 244. Thence to the famous orators repair. Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratic, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. Book iv. Line 267. Socrates .... Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men. Book iv. Line 274. Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in 'himself. Book iv. Line 327. As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.^ Book iv. Line 330. Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. Book iv. Line 426. 1 Cf. Wordsworth, p. 401. ^ Cf. Newton, p. 237. Milton, 193 SAMSON AGONISTES. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon ! Line 80. The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Line 86. Ran on embattled armies clad in iron. Line 129. Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men ; Unless there be who think not God at all. Li7ie 293. What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe 1 Li7te 560. But who is this ? what thing of sea or land t Female of sex it seems. That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay. Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gad ire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim. Sails fiU'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger. ^'^^ 7io- 9 M 194 Milton, [Samson Agonistes continued. He *s gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame ? Lhte 1350. For evil news rides post, while good news baits. Line 1538. And as an evening dragon came, Assailant on the perched roosts And nests in order ranged Of tame villatic fowl. Line 1692. Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble. Line 172 1. COMUS. Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot. Which men call Earth. Line 5. That golden key That opes the palace of eternity. Line 13. The nodding horror of whose shady brows. Line 2^%, The star that bids the shepherd fold. Line 93. Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity. Line 103. Milton, 195 Comus continued.] Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on the Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep. Line 138. When the gray-hooded Even, Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain. Li7ie 188. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire. And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. Line 205. O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings ! Line 213. Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver Iming on the night ? Line 221. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Line 244. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled. Line 249. Who, as they sung, would take the prison 'd soul And lap it in Elysium. Line 256. 196 Milton, [Comus continued. Such sober certainty of waking bliss. Line 263. I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow Hve And play i' th' plighted clouds. Lme 298. It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them. Line 303. With thy long-leveird rule of streaming light. Line 340. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. Line ^^j^- He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun. Line 381. The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. Line 398. T is chastity, my Brother, chastity : She that has that is clad in complete steel. Li/ze 420. Some say no evil thing that walks by night In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. Line 432. Milton. 197 Com us continued.] So dear to heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lacky her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt. Line 453. How charming is divine philosophy ! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose ; But musical as is Apollo's lute/ And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. Line 476. Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance. Line 550. I was all ear. And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death. Line 560. If this fail, The pillared firmament is rottenness. And earth's base built on stubble. Litie 597. The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil : Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon. Line 631. Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells. And yet came off. Line 646. 1 As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute. Love's Labour's Lost, Act iv. Sc, 3. igSr Milton, [Comus continued. And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. Line 727. It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence. Line 748. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn ? Line 752. Swinish gluttony Ne*er looks to heaven amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Line 776. Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. Line 790. His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power. Line 816. Sabrina fair. Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. Line 859. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run. Line 1012. Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her. Line 1022. Milton. LYCIDAS. 199 I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Line 3. He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. ' Line 10. ] Without the meed of some melodious tear. Line 14. Under the opening eyelids of the morn. Line 26. The gadding vine. Line 40. And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. Line 66. To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair. Line 68. Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise ^ (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears. And slits the thin-spun life. Line 70. 1 Erant quibus appetentior famae videretur, qiiando etiam sapientibus cupido gloriae novissima exuilur. — Tacitus, Histor. iv. 6. 2CX5 Milton. [Lycidas continued. Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. Line 78. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse and rigg'd with curses dark. Line lOO. The pilot of the Galilean lake. Line 109. Throw hither all your quaint enamelFd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet. The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd wood-bine. With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head. And every flower that sad embroidery wears. Line 139. So sinks the day-star in the ocean-bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head. And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. Line i68w To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. Line 193. ARCADES. Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof. Line 88. Milton, 20i L' ALLEGRO. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Line 25. Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe. Line ^i. And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Line 67. Meadows trim wuth daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, AVhere perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes. Line 75. Herbs, and other country messes. Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses. Line 85. To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade. Line 95. Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. Line 100. Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men. Line 117. 9* 202^ Milton, [L' Allegro continued Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize. Line 121. Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child. Warble his native wood-notes wild. Line 129. And ever, against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs. Married to immortal verse. Such as the meeting soul may pierce, Li notes, with many a winding bout Of Unked sweetness long drawn out. Line 135. Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony. Line 143. IL PENSEROSO. The gay motes that people the sunbeams. Line 8. And looks commercing with the skies. Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. Li7ie 39. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet. Line 45. And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. Li7te 49. Milton, 203 II Penseroso continued.] Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Line 61. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Line 67. Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. Line 79. Save the cricket on the hearth. Line 82. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by. Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine. Line 97. Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek. Litie 105. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold. Line 109. Where more is meant than meets the ear. Line 120. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. Line 129. And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. Line 159. Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. Line 173. 204 Milton, Nor war or battle's sound Was heard the world around. Hymn on Christ'* s Nativity. Line 53. Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold. Line 135. Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail. Line I'jz. The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo, from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-ey'd priest from the prophetic cell. Line 173. From haunted spring, and dale Edg'd with poplar pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent. Line 184. Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim. Line 197. Under a star-y-pointing pyramid. Dear son of memory, great heir of fame. Epitaph on Shakespeare, Line 4. And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. Line 15. Milton. 205 SONNETS. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day. To the Nightingale. As ever in my great task-master's eye. On his being arrived to the Age of Twenty- Three, The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground. When the Assault was intended to the City, That old man eloquent. To the Lady Margaret Ley. That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. On the Detraction which followed upon my Writing Certain Treatises^ License they mean when they cry liberty. Oil the Same. Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war. To the Lord General Cromwell. Thousands at His bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait. On his Blindness. In mirth, that after no repenting draws. To Cyriac Skinner. For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains. And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day. And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains. Ibid. 2q6 Milton. [Sonnets continued. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. To the Same. Of which all Europe rings from side to side. Ibid. But O, as to embrace me she inclined, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. ^^ ^"-^ Deceased Wife. Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. Translation of Horace. Book i. Ode 5. Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any out- ward touch as the sunbeam. The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce. A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, \vith his garland and singing robes about him. The Reason of Church Government. Book ii. By labour and intent Study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave some- thing so written to after times, as they should not willingly let it die. md. Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studie'^. Ibid. Milton. 207 He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write v/ell hereafter in laudable things ought him- self to be a true poem. Apology for Smedymnuus, Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing IC6S. Tractate of Education. I shall detain you no longer in the demonstra- tion of what we should not do, but strait conduct ye to a hillside, where I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble education ; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming. ibid. In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and suUenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. ibid. Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue ; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages. ibid. As good almost kill a man as kill a good book ; who kills a man kills a reasonable crea- ture, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself Areopagitica, 2o8 Milton, A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit embalmed and treasured up on pur- pose to a life beyond life. Areopagitka, I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and seeks her adversary. ibid. Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puis- sant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid- day beam. Ibid. Who ever knew truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter t ibid. By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth and idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at far distance, true colours and shapes. History of England. Book i. ad Jin. Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law. Tetrarch or don . For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted Plagiar^. Iconodastes, xxiv. ad fin. Fuller. 209 THOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661. THE HOLY AND THE PROFANE STATE. Ed. Nichols^ 1841. Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven ; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.^ The Life of Monica, But our captain counts the image of God, nevertheless his image, cut in ebony as if done in ivory. The Good Sea- Captain. The lion is not so fierce as painted.^ Of Expecting Preferment. Their heads sometimes so little, that there is no room for wit ; sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room. Of Natural Fools. The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders. Of Totttbs, Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost. Of Books. They that marry ancient people, merely in ex- pectation to bury them, hang themselves, in hope that one will come and cut the halter. Of Marriage. 1 Cf. Waller, p. 167. 2 The lion is not so fierce as they paint him. — Herbert, Jaada Prudentum. 210 Rochefoucauld, [Fuller continued. To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body ; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul. The Court Lady. Often the cockloft is empty, in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.^ Andronicus. Ad. fin. i. FRANCIS DUG DE ROCHEFOUCAULD. 1613- 1680. Philosophy triumphs easily over past, and over future evils, but present evils triumph over phi- losophy.2 Maxim 23. H}^ocrisy is a sort of homage that vice pays to virtue. Maxim 227. In the adversity of our best friends we often find something which does not displease us.^ Maxim 245. 1 My Lord St. Albans said that wise nature did never put her precious jewels into a garret four stories high, and therefore that exceeding tall men had ever very empty heads. — Bacon, Apothegm^ No 17. 2 This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey. — Goldsmith, The Good- Natiired Man, Act \. * I am convinced that we have a degree of delight and that no small one in the real misfortunes and pains of others. — Burke, The Sublime and Beautiful. Pt. i, Sec 14, 15- Basse. — Vaughan. 211 WILLIAM BASSE. 1613-1648. Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.' Oil Shakespeare, HENRY VAUGHAN. 1621-16^ I see them walking in an air of glory Whose light doth trample on my days ; My days which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays. They are all gone. Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just. Ibid. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep. Ibid. 1 I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room. Jonson, To the Memory of Shakespeare. Lihrm 3^ Califorui 212 Butler, SAMUEL BUTLER. 1600 -1680. HUDIBRAS. And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, Was beat with fist instead of a stick. Part i. Canto i. Line 1 1, We grant, altho' he had much wit, He was very shy of using it. Part i. Canto i. Line 45. Beside, 't is known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak ; That Latin was no more difficile Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle. Part i. Canto i. Line 5 1. He could distinguish, and divide A hair, 'twixt south and south-west side. Part i. Canto i. Line 6j. For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope. Part i. Canto i. Line 81. For all a rhetorician's rules Teach nothing but to name his tools. Part i. Ca^ito i. Line 89. For he, by geometric scale. Could take the size of pots of ale. Part i. Canto i. Line 121. And wisely tell what hour o' th' day The clock does strike, by Algebra. Part i. Canto i. Li7te 125. Butler, 213 Hudibras continued.] Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore. Part i. Canto i. Line 131 Where entity and quiddity, The ghosts of defunct bodies fly. Part i. Canto i. Line 145. He knew what 's what, and that 's as high^ As metaphysic wit can fly. Part i. Canto i. Line 149. Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished.^ Part i. Ca7ito i. Line 161. 'T was Presbyterian true blue. Part i. Canto i. Litte 191. And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks. Part i. Ca7ito i. Line 199. Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. Part i. Canto i. Line 215. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. Part i. Canto i. Line 359. 1 He said he knew what was what. — Skelton, Why come ye not to Courte? Line 1106. 2 Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high. — Fuller, Holy and Profane State. Andronicus, Ad. Jin. i. 214 Butler, [Hudibras continued. For rhyme the rudder is of verses, AVith which, like ships, they steer their courses. Part i. Canto i. Line 463. And force them, though it were in spite Of Nature, and their stars, to write. Part i. Cajito i. Line 647. Quoth Hudibras, " I smell a rat ;^ Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate." Part i. Canto i. Line 821. Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.^ Part i. Canto i. I^ine 852. With many a stiff thwack, many a bang. Hard crab-tree and old iron rang. Part i. Caitto ii. Line 831. Ay me ! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron.^ Part i. Ca7ito iii. Line i. Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Rome. Part i. Canto iii. Line 263. He had got a hurt O' th' inside of a deadlier sort. Part i. Canto iii. Line 309. 1 See Proverbs, p. 610. 2 And so his Highness schal have thereof, but as had the man that scheryd his Hogge, moche Crye and no Wull. — Fortescue (1395- H^S), Treatise on Absolute and Limited Monarchy^ Ch. x. * Ay me, how many perils do enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall. Spenser, Faerie Queene^ Book i. Ca?tto 8. St. i. Butler. , 215 Hudibras continued.] For those that run away, and fly, Take place at least o' th' enemy.^ Part i. Canto iii. Line 609. I am not now in fortune's power ; He that is down can fall no lower.^ Part i. Canto iii. Line 877. Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse, And sayings of philosophers. Part i. Canto iii. Line ion. If he that in the field is slain Be in the bed of honour lain. He that is beaten may be said To lie in honour's truckle-bed. Part i. Caitto iii. Line 1047. When pious frauds and holy shifts Are dispensations and gifts. Parti. Canto iii. L,ine 1 145. Friend Ralph, thou hast Outrun the constable at last. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367. Some force whole regions, in despite O' geography, to change their site ; Make former times shake hands with latter, And that which was before, come after ; But those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the others sake ; For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think 's sufficient at one time. Part ii. Canto i. Line 23. 1 See page 586. 2 Cf. Bunyan, p. 231. 2i6 . Butler, [Hudibras continued Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel 's of by th' blow ; Some kick'd until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather. Part ii. Canto i. Line 22 1. Quoth she, I Ve heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers. Part ii. Canto i. Line 297. For what is worth in anything. But so much money as 't will bring ? Part ii. Canto i. Line 465. Love is a boy by poets styFd ; Then spare the rod and spoil the child.^ Part ii. Canto i. Line 843. The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29. Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79. For truth is precious and divine, Too rich a pearl for carnal swine. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 257. He that imposes an oath makes it. Not he that for convenience takes it : 1 He that spareth his rod hateth his son. — Proverbs^ ch. xiii. 24. Butler, 217 Hudibras continued.] Then how can any man be said To break an oath he never made ? Part ii. Ca7zto ii. Line 377. As the ancients Say wisely, Have a care o' th' main chance/ And look before you ere you leap ;^ For as you sow, y' are like to reap.^ Fart ii. Canto ii. Line 501. Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated, as to cheat. Part ii. Canto iii. Line I. He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no. Part ii. Canto iii. Li7te 261. Each window Hke a pill'ry appears, With heads thrust thro' nailed by the ears. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 391. To swallow gudgeons ere they. 're catched. And count their chickens ere they 're hatched. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923. There 's but the twinkling of a star Between a man 0/ peace and war. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 957. As quick as lightning in the breech, Just in the place where honour 's lodged, 1 See Proverbs, p. 607. 2 Whatsoever a man sovveth that shall he also reap. — Galatians, ch. vi. 7. Cf. Tusser, ante^ p. 7. 10 2i8 Butler, [Hudibras continued. As wise philosophers have judged ; Because a kick in that place more Hurts honour, than deep wounds before. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1067. As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon 't. Part iii. Canto i. Line 481. Still amorous, and fond, and billing, Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. Part iii. Canto i. Line 687. What makes all doctrines plain and clear ? About two hundred pounds a year. And that which was proved true before, Prove false again ? Two hundred more. Pa7't iii. Ca7ito i. Line 1277. 'Cause grace and virtue are within Prohibited degrees of kin ; And therefore no true saint allows They should be suifer'd to espouse. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1293. Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick. Though he gave his name to our old Nick. Part iii. Catito i. Line 13 13. With crosses, relics, crucifixes. Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes ; The tools of working out Salvation By mere mechanic operation. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1495. True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shin'd upon. Pari iii. Canto ii. Line 1 75. MarvelL 219 Hudibras continued.] For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that 's slain.* Part iii. Canto iii. Line 243. He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. Part iii. Caiito iii. Line 547. With books and money placed for show, Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, And for his false opinion pay. Part iii. Canto iiu Line 624. ANDREW MARVELL. 1620- 1678. And all the way, to guide their chime. With falling oars they kept the time. Bermudas, In busy companies of men. The Garden, (Translated.) Annihilating all that 's made To a green thought in a green shade. Jbid, The world in all doth but two nations bear. The good, the bad, and these mixed everywhere. The Loyal Scot, The inglorious arts of peace. Upon CromweWs return fro7n Ireland, He nothing common did, or mean. Upon that memorable scene. Ibid, So much one man can do. That does both act and know. Ibid, 1 See page 586. 220 Dry den, JOHN DRYDEN. 1631-1701. ALEXANDER'S FEAST. None but the brave deserves the fair. Line 15. With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. Line 37. Bacchus, ever fair and young. Line 54. Rich the treasure, » Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Line 58. Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he slew the slain. Line 66. Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen. Fallen from his high estate. And weltering in his blood ; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed ; On the bare earth expos'd he lies. With not a friend to close his eyes. Line 77. For pity melts the mind to love. Liiie 96. Sofdy sweet, in Lydian measures. Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; D7yden. 221 Alexander's Feast continued.] Honour, but an empty bubble ; Never ending, still beginning. Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying : Lovely Thais sits beside thee. Take the good the gods provide thee. Line 97. Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again. Line 120. And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. Line 154. Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. Line 160. He rais'd a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. Line 169. ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL. Whatever he did was done with so much ease. In him alone 't was natural to please. Fart i. Line 27. A fiery soul, w^hich, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay. And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.^ Fa?'t i. Line 156. Great wits are sure to madness near allied. And thin partitions do their bounds divide.'-^ Part i. Line 163. 1 1 He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it. — Fuller, Holy and Profane State. Life of Duke cfAlva. 2 Cf. Pope, Essay on Maft, Ej>, I, Line 226. 222 Dryden, [Absalom and Achitophel continued. And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeatherd two-legg'd thing, a son. Part i. Line 169. Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. Parti. Lhte 174. And heaven had wanted one immortal song. But wild ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.^ Part i. LtJte 197. The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream !^ Part i. Line 238. Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.^ Part i. Line 268. Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark. . Part i. Li7ie 30 1. Not only hating David, but the king. Parti, Line 512. 'VVho think too little, and who talk too much. Part I. Li7te 534- 1 Greatnesse on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land. From Knolles's History (under a portrait of Mustapha I.). 2 Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. — Joel ii. 28. 8 CC Young, Night Thoughts, v. 661. Dry den, 223 Absalom and Achitophel continued.] A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome ; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long. But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.^ Part i. Line 545. So over-violent, or over-civil. That every man with him was God or Devil. Part i. Line 557. His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. Part i. Line 645. Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. Part\, Line2>6%. Beware the fury of a patient man.^ Part i. Line 1005. Made still a blundering kind of melody ; Spurr'd boldly on, and dash'd through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in. Part ii. Li tie 413. For every inch that is not fool is rogue. Part ii. Line 463. ^ Grammaticus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes, Augur, schoenobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit. Juvenal, Sat. iii. Lifte 76. 2 Furor fit laesa saepius patientia. — Publius Syrus. 224 Dryden. CYMON AND IPHIGENIA. He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought. Lifie 84. The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes, And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. Line 107. She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence. Sex to the last.^ Line 367. And raw in fields the rude miHtia swarms ; Mouths without hands : maintaijied at vast ex- pense. In peace a charge, in war a weak defence ; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand. Line 400. Of seeming arms to make a short essay. Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. Line 407. Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend. Epistle xiii. LJne 92. And threatening France, plac'd like a painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39. ^ Cf Pope, Eloisa to Abelard^ Line 192. Dry den, 225 Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took, Friends to congratulate their friends made haste ; And long-inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd. Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124. For truth has such a face and such a mien, As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.^ The Hind and Panther. Line 33. And kind as kings upon their coronation day. Ibid, Line 211. But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Mac Flecknoe. Line 20. And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. Ibid. Line 208. Fool, not to know that love endures no tie. And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.^ Palamon and Arcite, Book ii. Line 758. For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss. The Cock and Fox. Line 452. And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind. Theodore and Honoria. Three Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn ; 1 Cf. Pope, Essay on Man^ Ep. ii. Line 217. 2 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter. ' Tibullus, Lib. iii. El. 7, Line 17. This proverb Dryden repeats in Amphitryon, Act i. Sc. 2. 10* o 226 Dryden, The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty, in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she join'd the former two.^ Under Mr. Milton'' s Picture. A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time. The Secular Masque. Line 40. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace. Epistle to Congreve. Line 19. Be kind to my remains ; and O defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend ! Ibid. Line 72. Happy who in his verse can gently steer. From grave to light ; from pleasant to severe.^ The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75. Since heaven's eternal year is thine. Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 15. Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.^ Ibid. Line^o. Above any Greek or Roman name."* Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Line 76. He was exhal'd ; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.''' On the Death of a very Young Gentleman. 1 Graecia Maeonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem, Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem. Selvaggi, Ad Joannern Miltonum. 2 Cf. Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. iv. Line 379. ' Ct'. Pope, Epitaph on Gay. * Cf. Pope, Satires and Epistles, Book \\. Ep. I, Line 26. * Cf. Young, Night Thoughts ^ v. Line 600. Dryden. 227 From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Line 1 1. Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day. Imitatioit of Horace. Book i. Ode 29. Line 65. Not heaven itself upon the past has power ; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. ibid. Line 71. I can enjoy her while she 's kind ; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings, and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away. ibid. Line 81. And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. Ibid. Line 87. Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate. Virgil, ^neid^ I. Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. Ovid. Meta'mor piloses. Book xv. Line 155. She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, . Can draw you to her with a single hair.^ Fersius. Satire v. Line 246. 1 Cf. Pope, The Rape of the Lock, Canto ii. Line 27. 228 Dry den. Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue ! Juvenal. Satire x. Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. Prologue to Lee'*s Sophonisba. Errors like straws upon the surface flow ; He who would search for pearls must dive below. All for Love. Prologue, Men are but children of a larger growth. Ibid, Activ. Sc. i. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me. T/ie Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2. But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be ; Within that circle none durst walk but he. The Tempest. Prologue. I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began. When wild, in woods the noble savage ran. The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act \. Sc. I. Forgiveness to the injured does belong ; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. ^ Ibid. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue. Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew ? Ibid. Part ii. Act iii. Sc. I. 1 Quos laeserunt et oderunt. — Seneca, De Ira, Lib. ii. cap. xxxiii. Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quern laeseris. — Tacitus, Agricolaj 42, 4. The offender never pardons. — Herbert, Jacula Pru- dentum. Dry den, 22g When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay : To-morrow 's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again. Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; And from the dregs of life think to receive JVhat the first sprightly running could not give. Aiireng-zebe. Act iv. Sc. I. All delays are dangerous in war.^ Tyrannic Lcrue. Act\. Sc. I. Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. I. His hair just grizzled As in a green old age. CEdipus. Act iii. Sc i. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long ; Even wondered at, because he dropt no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years ; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more : Till, like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. I. 1 Delays have dangerous ends. — Shakespeare, King Henry VI Part i. Act iii. Sc, 2. 230 Harvey, [Dryden continued. She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold, even in the summer of her age. (Edipits. Act iv. Sc. I. There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know.^ The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. i. This is the porcelain clay of humankind.^ Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. l. I have a soul that, like an ample shield. Can take in all, and verge enough for more.^ /bid. Act I Sc. I. A knock-down argument : 'tis but a word and a blow. Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. i. The true Amphitryon. ibid. Act iv. Sc i. The spectacles of books. Essay on Dramatic Poetry, STEPHEN HARVEY. And there 's a lust in man no charm can tame Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame ; On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly, While virtuous actions are but born and die. yiivenal. Satire ix.* ^ Cf. Cowper, p. 361. 2 Cf. Byron, Don Juan, Canto iv. St. 1 1. » Cf. Gray, p. 331. * From Anderson's British Poets, Vol. xii. p. 697. Bunyan, — Baxter, 23 1 JOHN BUNYAN. 1628 -1688. And so I penned It down, until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see. Apology for His Book. Some said, "John, print it," others said, " Not so," Some said, "It might do good," others said, " No." Ibid. The name of the slough was Despond. Pilgrim'' s Progress. Parti. It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is kept is lighter than vanity. Ibid. Part I. Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, wdiile his heart doth ache. The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim. He that is down needs fear no fall.^ Ibid. Part ii. RICHARD BAXTER. 1615 - 1691. I preached as never sure to preach again, And as a dying man to dying men. Love breathing Thanks and Praise. 1 He that is down can fall no lower. — Butler, Hudi- hrasy Part i. Ca7ito iii. Line 877. 232 U Estrange. — Tillotson. EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633 -1684. Remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. Essay ojt Translated Verse. Line 87. And choose an author as you choose a friend. Ibid. Line 96. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. Ibid. Line 113. The multitude is always in the wrong. Ibid. Line 184. My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me at my end. Translation of Dies Iras, ROGER UESTRANGE. 16 16 -1704. Though this may be play to you, 'T is death to us. Fables from Several Authors, Fable 398, JOHN TILLOTSON. 1630- 1694. ' If God were not a necessary Being of himself, he might almost seem to be made for the use and benefit of men.^ Sermon 93, 1712. 1 Si Dieu n'existait pas, il faudroit I'inventer. — Vol- taire, A PAuteur du livre des trois irnposteurSy Epit. cxi. Henry. — Powell, — Rumbold. 233 MATTHEW HENRY. 1662-1714. To their own second and sober thoughts.^ Exposition^ Job vi. 29. (London, 1 710.) SIR JOHN POWELL. 17 13. Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.^ Coggs vs. Bernard^ 2 Ld. Raym. 911. RICHARD RUMBOLD. 1685. I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden. When on the Scaffold (1685). Macaulay, Hist, of England. 1 I consider biennial elections as a security that the sober, second thought of the people shall be law. — Fisher Ames, Speech on Biennial ElectiottSy 1788. 2 Reason is the life of the law ; nay, the common law itself is nothing else but reason .... The law, which is perfection of reason. — Coke, Institutey Book i. Fol. ()'j6. 234- Rochester. — Sedley, EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647 -1680. Angels listen when she speaks : She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder ; But my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder. Song. Here lies our sovereign lord the king, Whose word no man relies on \ He never says a foolish thing, Nor ever does a wise one. Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II. And ever since the conquest have been fools. Artemisia in the Toivn to Chloe in the Country. For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse. An Allusion to Satire x. Horace. Book i. A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. On the King. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. 1639-1701. When change itself can give no more, T is easy to be true. Reasons for Ccnstancy, Sheffield. — Aldrich. 235 SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM- SHIRE. 1649 -1720. Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. Essay on Poetry. There 's no such thing in nature, and you '11 draw A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw. Ibid. Read Homer once, and you can read no more, For all books else appear so mean, so poor ; Verse will seem prose ; but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need. Ibid. HENRY ALDRICH. 1647-1710. If on my theme I rightly think, There are five reasons why men drink : Good wine, a friend, because I 'm dry, Or lest I should be by and by. Or any other reason why.^ Biog. Britannica. Vol. \. p. 13 1. 1 These lines are a translation of a Latin epigram (erroneously ascribed to Aldrich in the Biog. Brit.) which Menage and De la Monnoye attribute to Pere Sirmond. Si bene commemini, causae sunt quinque bibendi ; Hospitis adventus ; praesens sitis atque futura ; Et vini bonitas, et quaelibet altera causa. Menagianay Vol. \. p. 172. 236 Otway, — Fletcher of Saltotcn, THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685. O woman ! lovely woman ! nature made thee To temper man ; we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There 's in you all that we believe of heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love. Venice Preserved, Act i. Sc, i. Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life ; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.^ Ibid. Act V. Sc, I. What mighty ills have not been done by woman ? Who was 't betray'd the Capitol ? A w^oman ! Who lost Mark Antony the world ? A woman 1 Who was the cause of a long ten years' war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes ? Woman ! Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman ! The Orphan, Act iii. Sc, I. ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN. 1653-1716. I knew a very wise man that believed that, if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation. Letter to the Marquis of Montrose^ the Earl of Rothes ^ etc, 1 Cf. Gray, The Bard, Part i. St. 3. Newton, — Lee. 237 ISAAC NEWTON. 1642 -1727. I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and divert- ing myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble, or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.* Brewster's Memoirs of Newton, Vol, ii. Ch. 27. NATHANIEL LEE. 1655 -1692. Then he will talk — good gods ! how he will talk ! ^ Alexaftder the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2. T is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.^ Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2. Man, false man, smiling, destructive man. Theodosius. Act iii. Sc. 2. 1 Cf. Milton, Paradise Reg., Book iv. Lines 327 - 330. 2 It would talk, Lord ! how it talked ! Beaumont and Fletcher, The Scornful Lady, Act v. Sc. r. 8 * leads the way,' in the stage editions, which contain various interpolations, among them " See the conquering hero comes, Sound the trumpet, beat the drums." 238 Norris, — Pope, — S out kerne. JOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711. How fading are the joys we dote upon ! Like apparitions seen and gone ; But those which soonest take their flight Are the most exquisite and strong ; Like angels' visits, short and bright,^ Mortality 's too weak to bear them long. The Farting. DR. WALTER POPE. 1630- 1714. May I govern my passion with absolute sway, And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away. The Old Man's Wish. THOMAS SOUTHERNE. 1660- 1746. Pity 's akin to love.^ Oroonoka. Act ii. Sc. I. 1 Cf. Campbell, p. 440. '-^ Vio. I pity you. Oli. That 's a degree to Love. Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. I. Of all the paths that lead to woman's love Pity 's the straightest. Beaumont and Fletcher, Knight of Maltay Act \. Sc. I. Dennis, — Pomfret. 239 JOHN DENNIS. 1657- 1734. A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket.^ They will not let my play run ; and yet they steal my thunder.^ JOHN POMFRET. 1667 -1703 We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe And still adore the hand that gives the blow.^ Verses to his Friend under Affliction, Heaven is not always angry when he strikes, But most chastises those whom most he likes. Ibid, 1 This on the authority of The Gefttleman'' s Magazine^ Vol. li. /. 324. 2 Our author, for the advantage of this play [Appius and Virginia], had invented a new species of thunder, which was approved of by the actors, and is the very sort that at present is used in the theatre. The tragedy, how- ever, was coldly received notwithstanding such assistance, and was acted but a short time. Some nights after, Mr. Dennis being in the pit, at the representation of Macbeth, heard his own thunder made use of; upon which he rose in a violent passion, and exclaimed, with an oath, that it was his thunder. *' See,*' said he, ** how the rascals use me ! They will not let my play run ; and yet they steal my thunder." — Biog. Britannica, Vol. v. /. 103. ^ Bless the hand that gave the blow. Dryden, The Spanish Friar, Act ii. Sc. I. 240 Defoe. — Bentley, — Brown. DANIEL DEFOE. 1663 - 1731. Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there ;^ And 't will be found, upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation. The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line I. Great families of yesterday we show, And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who. ■^^^^' ^i^' ^^t* — ♦ — RICHARD BENTLEY. 1662 -1742. • It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of reputation but by himself Monk's Life of Bentley, p, 90, TOM BROWN. 1663 -1704. I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell ; But this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.^ ^ See Proverbs, p. 612. 2 A slightly diflferent version is found in Brown's Works collected and published after his death. Non amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare ; Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te. Martial, Ep, i. xxxiil Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas ; Je n'en saurois dire la cause, Je sais seulement une chose ; C'est que je ne vous aime pas. Bussy, Comte de Rabutin^ Epistle 33, Book i. Prior. 241 MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721. Be to her virtues very kind ; Be to her faults a little blind. An English Padlock. Abra was ready ere I call'd her name ; And, though I call'd another, Abra came. Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book ii. Line 364. For hope is but the dream of those that wake.-^ Ibid. Book iii. Line 102. Who breathes, must suffer, and who thinks, must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born. Ibid. Book iii. Line 240. Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart, And often took leave ; but was loth to depart. The Thief and the Cordelier. Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, And, oft repeating, they believe 'em. Alma. Canto iii. Line 13. And thought the nation ne'er would thrive Till all the whores were burnt alive. Paulo Purganti. 1 This thought is ascribed to Aristotle by Diogenes Laertius, Lib v. §18. ^EpoaTrjdeh ri €(ttu/ eXnis ; 'Eyp7- yopOTOS^ f?7rfV, iVVTTVlOV. Menage, in his Observations upon Laertius^ says that Stobseus {Serin, cix.) ascribes it to Pindar, whilst iElian ( Var. Hist. xiii. 29) refers it to Plato : "YXty^v 6 nXarwy, rets iXnidas eyprjyopoTtov avOpantaiV 6v€ipovs €Lvai. n P 242 Prior. Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior ; The son of Adam and of Eve : Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?^ Epitaph on Himself. Odds life ! must one swear to the truth of a song? A Better Answer, That, if weak women went astray, Their stars were more in fault than they. Hans Carvel, The end must justify the means. jbid. That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.^ Henry and Emma, Our hopes, like tow'ring falcons, aim At objects in an airy height ; The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight.^ To the Hon, Charles Montague, 1 The following epitaph was written long before the time of Prior : — Johnnie Carnegie lais heer. Descendit of Adam and Eve, Gif ony con gang hieher, Ise willing give him leve. 2 Cf Pope, Moral Essays, Epistle ii. Line 43. * But all the pleasure of the game Is afar off to view the flight. Variations in a copy printed 1692* Carey, 243 Prior continued.] From ignorance our comfort flows. The only wretched are the wise.^ jMd, They never taste who always drink ; They always talk who never think. Upon a Passage ifi the Scaligerana HENRY CAREY. 1663 -1743. God save our gracious king, Long live our noble king, God save the king. God save the King. Aldeborontiphoscophornio ! Where left you Chrononhotonthologos ? Chronon. Act\. Sc, I. His cogitative faculties immers'd In cogibundity of cogitation, ibid. Act i. Sc. i. Let the singing singers With vocal voices, most vociferous. In sweet vociferation, out-vociferize Ev'n sound itself Ibid. Act i. -5"^. i. To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos, Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded. Ibid Act i. .S".:. 3. Go call a coach, and let a coach be called, And let the man who calleth be the caller ; And in his calling let him nothing call, But Coach ! Coach ! Coach ! O for a coach, ye gods ! Ibid Act ii. Sc, 4. 1 Cf Gray, Eton College, p. 329. 244 Garth. [Carey continued. Genteel in personage, Conduct, and equipage ; Noble by heritage, Generous and free. The Contrivances. Act i. Sc. 2. What a monstrous tail our cat has got ! The Dragon of Wantley. Act ii. Sc, i. Of all the girls that are so smart, There 's none like pretty Sally. ^ • Sally in our Alley, Of all the days that *s in the week I dearly love but one day. And that 's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday. ibid. SAMUEL GARTH. 1670- 1719. To die is landing on some silent shore. Where billows never break, nor tempests roar ; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er. The Dispensary? Canto iii. Liiie 225. 1 Of all the girls that e'er was seen, There 's none so fine as Nelly. Swift, Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet 2 Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy, Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I. Christopher Codrington, On Garth's Dispensary, Swift 245 JONATHAN SWIFT. 1667- 1745. I 've often wished that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end. Imitation of Horace. Book ii. Sat. 6. So geographers, in Afric maps,^ With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns. Poetry^ a Rhapsody, Where Young must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension. Ibid. Hobbes clearly proves, that every creature Lives in a state of war by nature. ibid. So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey ; And these have smaller still to bite 'em ; And so proceed ad infinitum. ibid, Libertas et natale solum ; Fine words ! I wonder where you stole 'em. Verses occasioned by Whitshed's Motto on his Coach, ^ As geographers crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild beasts and unap- proachable bogs. — Plutarch, Theseus. 246 Swift, A college joke to cure the dumps. Cassinus and Pete}' . T is an old maxim in the schools, That flattery 's the food of fools ; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit. Cademis and Vanessa. The two noblest things, which are sweetness and light. Battle of the Books. And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of man- kind, and do more essential service to his coun- try, than the whole race of politicians put together. Gulliver's Travels. Part ii. Ch. vii. Voyage to Brobdingnag, He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement sum- mers. Ibid. Part iii. Ch. v. Voyage to Laputa, Seamen have a custom, when they meet a whale, to fling him out an empty tub by way of amusement, to divert him from laying violent hands upon the ship.^ Tale of a Tub, Preface. 1 In Sebastian Munster's Cosmography, there is a cut of a ship, to which a whale was coming too close for her safety, and of the sailors throwing a tub to the whale evi- dently to play with. This practice is also mentioned in an old prose translation of the Ship of Fools. — Sir James Mackintosh, Appendix to the Life of Sir Thomas More, Le Sage, 247 Swift continued. J Bread is the staff of life. Tale of a Tub, The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in mak- ing nets, not in making cages. Thoughts on Various Subjects, Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent. Ibid. A nice man is a man of nasty ideas. ibid. Not die here in a rage like a poisoned rat in a hole. Letter to BoUngbroke, March 21, 1729. I shall be like that tree, I shall die at the top. Scott's Life ofSwift,^ ALAIN RENE LE SAGE. 1668- 1747. I wish you all sorts of prosperity with a little more taste. Gil Bias. Book vii. Ch, 4. 1 When the poem of " Cadenus and Vanessa," was the general topic of conversation some one said, " Surely that Vanessa must be an extraordinary woman, that could inspire the Dean to write so finely upon her." Mrs. Johnson smiled and answered, that ** she thought that point not quite so clear, for it was well known the Dean could write finely upon a broomstick." — Johnson's Life of Swift, 248 Cibben COLLEY GIBBER. 1671-1757. So mourned the dame of Ephesus her love ; And thus the soldier, armed with resolution, Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer. Richard III. Altered. Act\\.Sc.\, Now by St. Paul the work goes bravely on. Act iii. Sc, I. The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it. Act iii. Sc, I. I Ve lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes. Now tho' thy friendly hand has brushed ^em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes ; I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em. Act iv. Sc, 3. Off with his head ! so much for Buckingham ! Act iv. Sc, 3. And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour. Act V. Sc, 3. With clink of hammers^ closing rivets up. Act V. Sc, 3. 1 With busy hammers. — Shakespeare, Henry K, Act iv. Chorus. Centlivre, — Steele. 249 Cibber continued.] Perish that thought ! No, never be it said That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard. Hence, babbling dreams ; you threaten here in vain ; Conscience, avaunt, Richard 's himself again ! Hark ! the shrill trumpet sounds, to horse, away. My soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray. Act V. Sc. 3. A weak invention of the enemy.^ Act V. Sc, 3. SUSANNAH CENTLIVRE. 1667- 1723. The real Simon Pure. A Bold Stroke for a Wife. Act v. Sc. i. SIR RICHARD STEELE. 1671-1729. (Lady Elizabeth Hastings. ) Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose be- havior ; to love her was a liberal education.^ The Tatler. No. 49. Will Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously virtuous. The spectator. N'o. 266. 1 A thing devised by the enemy. — Shakespeare, Rich- ard III ,, Act V. Sc. 3. - Leigh Hunt incorrectly ascribes this expression to Congreve. 250 Addison, JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-T719. C ATO. The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day. The great, the important day, big with the f^ite Of Cato, and of Rome. Act i. Sc. i. Thy steady temper, Fortius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy. Act i. Sc. I. T is not in mortals to command success, But we '11 do more, Sempronius ; we '11 deserve it. Act i. ^6-. 2. Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury. Act i. Sc. 4. 'T is pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul ; I think the Romans call it stoicism. Act i. Sr. 4. Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north. Act i Sc. 4. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover. Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex. Act\. Sc. 4. My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? Act i'l. Sc. I. Addison, 25 1 Cato continued.] A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. Act\\. Sc. I. The woman that deliberates is lost. Act iv. Sc. I. AVhen vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station. Act iv. Sc. 4. It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught } Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'T is the divinity that stirs within us ; 'T is heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Act V. Sc. I. I 'm weary of conjectures, — this must end 'em. Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me : This in a moment brings me to an end ; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years. But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements. The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. Act V. Sc. I. 252 Addiso7t, [Cato continued. From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow. Act V. Sc. 4. Unbounded courage and compassion joined, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great. And make the hero and the man complete. The Campaign. Line 219. And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.^ Ibid. Line 291. And those that paint them truest praise them most.2 jbid. Line ult. For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes. Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around. And still I seem to tread on classic ground.^ A Letter from Italy, The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky. And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. Ode. Soon as the evening shades prevail. The moon takes up the wondrous tale, ^ This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the Dunciad^ Book iii. Line 261. 2 Cf Pope, Eloisa to Abelard, Lin. ult. * Malone states that this was the first time the phrase " classic ground," since so common, was ever used. Walpole. — Philips. 253 Addison continued.] And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth \ While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. ibid. For ever singing, as they shine, The hand that made us is divine. ibid. SIR ROBERT WALPOLE. 1676 -1745. Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their rela^ tives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, All those men have their price.^ From Coxe's Mcfuoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. /. 369. Anything but history, for history must be false. Walpoliana. No. 141. The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favours.^ AMBROSE PHILIPS. 1671-1749. Studious of ease and fond of humble things. From Holland to a Friend in England. ^ The political axiom, All men have their price ^ is com- monly ascribed to Walpole. 2 Hazlitt, in his Wit and Humour ^ says, " This is Wal- pole's phrase." 254 WdUs. ISAAC WATTS. 1674- 1748. DIVINE SONGS. Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Son^- iv. A flower, when offered in the bud. Is no vain sacrifice. ^^«^xii. And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two.^ Song^ XV. Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so ; Let bears and lions growl and fight. For 't is their nature too. Song- xvi. Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. /did. How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour,* And gather honey all the day, From every opening flower ! So/zg- xx. For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. /did ^ Dare to be true, nothing can need a lie ; A fault which needs it most grows two thereby. Herbert, T/^e Church Porch. Watfs. 255 To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one ; Be honour, praise, and glory given. By all on earth, and all in heaven. G/ory to the Father and the Son, Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber ! Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. A Cradle Hymn. 'T is the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him com- plain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." The Sluggard, Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound. A Funeral Thought, Strange ! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book \\. Hymn l^. Were I so tall to reach the pole. Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul : The mind 's the standard of the man.^ HorcB Lyricce. Book ii. False Greatness, 1 I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man. — Seneca, On a Happy Life, Ch. I. (L'Estrange's Abstract.) 256 Congreve. WILLIAM CONGREVE. 1670- 1729. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. i. By magic numbers and persuasive sound. Ibid, Act i. Sc. i. Heaven has no rage Hke love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 8. For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds. And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. Ibid. Act V. Sc. 12. If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see That heart which others bleed for bleed for me. The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12. Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude. Love for Love. Act ii. Sc, 5. Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2. Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.^ Ibid. Act V. Sc. I. Defer not till to-morrow to be wise. To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.^ Letter to Cobham. - Cf. Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew^ Act ii. Sc. 2 ; ^rIes, Enchiridion^ Canto 4, xl. - Cf. Young, N'ight Thoughts^ i. Line i. Rowe, — Philips. — Berkeley, 257 NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673- 1718. As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great.^ The Fair Pe7titent, Prologue, Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love ? Ibid. Act iii. Sc. i. Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario ? Ibid. Act V. Sc, I. JOHN PHILIPS. 1676- 1708. My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts. By time subdued, (what will not time subdue !) A horrid chasm disclosed. The splendid Shilling. Li7te 121. BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684- 1753. Westward the course of empire takes its way f The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last. On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America. 1 Cf. Young, The Love of Fame, Satire i. Line 238. 2 Westward the star of empire takes its way. Epigraph to Bancroft's History of the United States, Q 2 5 8 Bolingbroke, — Farquhar, HENRY ST. JOHN, VISCOUNT BOL- INGBROKE. 1678- 1751. I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I think, that History is Philos- ophy teaching by examples.^ On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2. GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678- 1707. Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour? Kite. Oh ! a mighty large bed ! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware : ten thousand peo- ple may lie in it together, and never feel one another. The Recruiting Officer. Act \. Sc. I. I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly. The Beaux* Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. I. T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.^ jbid. Act iii. Sc. 2. Necessity, the mother of invention. The Twin Rivals. Act \. 1 Dionysius of Halicarnassus, Ars Rhet. xi. 2 (/. 398, ^.), says : — IlatSeia iipa eariv rj evrcv^is tu>v rjdcov ' TOVTO Kai QovKvbidr}S €olk€ Xeyeii/, TTfpl ItrTopias Xtycou • on Koi larofjia ^iXocrot^ia iarlu €< TrapaSfty/xarcoj/, quoting Thucydides, I. 22. 2 Cf. Barrington, p. 391. ParnelL — Brereton, 259 THOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1717. Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you. When thy beauty appears. Remote from man, with God he passed the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. The Hermit. Line 5. We call it only pretty Fanny's way. An Elegy to an Old Beauty. Let those love now who never lov'd before, Let those who always loved now love the more. Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris^ JANE BRERETON. 1685 -1740. The picture, placed the busts between, Adds to the thought much strength ; Wisdom and Wit are little seen, But Folly 's at full length. On Beati Nash's Picture at full length, between the Busts of Sir Isaac Newton and Mr. Pope.^ 1 Written in the time of Julius Caesar, and by some as- cribed to Catullus : — Cras amet qui numquam amavit ; Quique amavit, cras amet. 2 From Dyce's Specimens of British Poetesses. This epigram is generally ascribed to Chesterfield ; see Camp- bell's Specimens y Note, p. 521. 26o Hill. — Tuke. AARON HILL. 1685-1750. First, then, a woman will, or won 't, depend on't ; If she will do 't, she will ; and there 's an end on't. But if she won 't, since safe and sound your trust is. Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.^ Epilogue to Zara, Tender-handed stroke a nettle. And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle. And it soft as silk remains. Verses written 07t a Window in Scotland. 'T is the same with common natures : Use 'em kindly, they rebel ; But be rough as nutmeg-graters, And the rogues obey you well. Ihid. SIR SAMUEL TUKE. 1673. He is a fool who thinks by force or skill To turn the current of a woman's will. Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3. 1 The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury : — Examiner y May 31, 1829. Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will t For if she will, she will, you may depend on \ ; And if she won't, she won't ; so there 's an end on *t. Young, 261 EDWARD YOUNG. 1684- 1765. NIGHT THOUGHTS. Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep ! Night i. Line I. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Night i. Line i8. Creation sleeps ! 'T is as the gen'ral pulse Of Hfe stood still, and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. Night i. Line 23. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. Night i. Lim 55. Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour. Night i. Line 67. To waft a feather or to drown a fly. Night i. Line 154, Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice : and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon paoon had fill'd her horn. Night i. Line 212. Be wise to-day ; 't is madness to defer.^ Night i. Line 390. 1 Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise. Congreve, Letter to Cobham* 262 Young, [Night Thoughts continued. Procrastination is the thief of time. Night i. Line 393. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan. Night i. Line 417. All men think all men mortal but themselves. Night i. Line 424. He mourns the dead who lives as they desire. Night ii. Line 24. And what its worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell Night \\. Line 51. Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed : Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly ; angels could no more. Night ii. Line 90. " I Ve lost a day " — the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown. Night ii. Line 99. Ah ! how unjust to nature, and himself. Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man. Night \\. Line 112. The spirit walks of every day deceased. Night ii. Line 180. Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites, Hell threatens. Night ii. Line 292. 'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven. Night ii. Line 376. Young. 263 Night Thoughts continued.] Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun. Night ii. Line 466. How blessings brighten as they take their flight ! Night ii. Line 602. The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. Night ii. Line 633. A death-bed 's a detector of the heart. Night ii. Line 641. AVoes cluster ; rare are solitary woes ; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.^ Night iii. Line 63. Beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! Night iii. Line 81. Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay ; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there ; Far lovelier ! pity swells the tide of love. Night iii. Line 104. Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight, a naked human heart. Night iii. Line 226. ^ One woe doth tread upon another's heel, — So fast they follow. Shakespeare, Hatnlet^ Act iv. Sc. 7. Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. Herrick, Hesperides, Sot-rows Succeeds 264 Young. [Night Thoughts continued. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm. Night iv. Line 10. Man makes a death which nature never made. Night \w. Line 15. Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. Night iv. Line 71. Man wants but little, nor that little long.^ Night \w. Line 118. A God all mercy is a God unjust. Night iv. Line 233. 'T is impious in a good man to be sad. Night iv. Line 676. A Christian is the highest style of man.^ Night iv. Line 788. Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. Night iv. Line 843. By night an atheist half believes a God. Night V. Line 177, Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.*' Night V. Line 600. ^ Cf. Goldsmith, p. 348. 2 A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman. Hare, Guesses at Truth* His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel, Ft. i. L. 645. * He was exhal'd ; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. Dryden, On the Death of a very Young Gentleman, Young, 265 Night Thoughts continued.] We see time's furrows on another^s brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault ; How few themselves in that just mirror see ! Night V. Li7ie 627. Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.^ Night V. LtJte 661. While man is growing, life is in decrease ; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. - Our birth is nothing but our death begun.^ Night V. Line 717. That life is long which answers life's great end. Night V. Li7te 'j'J2i' The man of wisdom is the man of years. Night V. Line 775. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. Nighty. Line loii. Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself; Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids ; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. Night vi. Line 309, And all may do what has by man been done. Night vi. Line 606. 1 Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise. Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel^ Line 268. 2 Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave. — Bishop Hall, Epistles, Dec. iii. Epist. IL 12 266 Young, [Night Thoughts continued. The man that blushes is not quite a brute. Night vii. Line 496. Prayer ardent opens heaven. Night viii. Line 72 1 A man of pleasure is a man of pains. Night viii. Line 793. To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. Night viii. Line 1045- Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.^ Night ix. Lijte 167. T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand : Scripture authentic ! uncorrupt by man. Night ix. Line 644. An undevout astronomer is mad. Night \x. Line 771. The course of nature is the art of God.^ Night ix. Lijte 1267. LOVE OF FAME. The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart. Satire i. Line 51. Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote. And think they grow immortal as they quote. Satire i. Line 89. 1 Cf. Burns, p. 386. 2 In brief, all things are artificial ; for Nature is the art of God. — Sir Thomas Browne, Relig. Med.y Ft. i. Sect. xvi. Voting. 26y Love of Fame continued.] None think the great unhappy, but the great.^ Satire i. Line 238. Where nature's end of language is declined, And men talk only to conceal the mind.^ Satire ii. Line 207. Be wise with speed ; A fool at forty is a fool indeed. Satire ii. Line 282. Think naught a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year. And trifles life. Satire vi. Line 208. One to destroy is murder by the law ; And gibbets keep the Hfted hand in awe ; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame. Satire vii. Line 55. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.^ Satire vii. Line 97. 1 As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great. Rowe, The Fair Penitent, Prologue. 2 The germ of this thought is found in Jeremy Taylor : Lloyd, South, Butler, Young, and Goldsmith have repeat- ed it after him ; see p. 594. ^ But to enlarge or illustrate this power and effects of love is to set a candle in the sun. — Burton, Ajtatomy of Melancholy, Pt. iii. Sect. 2. Mem. i. Subs. 2. I forbear to light a candle to the sun. — Selden, Preface to Mare Clausum, ed. 1635. To match the candle with the sun. — Surrey, A Praise of His Love. 268 Booth, [Young continued. Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener changed their principles than shirt. Epistle to Mr. Pope. Li7te 277. Accept a miracle, instead of wit, — See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ. Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield)- Time elaborately thrown away. The Last Day. Book i. There buds the promise of celestial worth. Ibid. Book iii. In records that defy the tooth of time. The Statesman's Creed, Great let me call him, for he conquered me. The Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1. The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear. /did. Act V. ^S"*:. 2. Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. Ibid. Act V. Sc, 2. BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun.^ Song, 1 From Mitford's Life of Young. See also Spence'i Anecdotes y p. 378. 2 True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shin'd upon. Butler, Hudibras, Pt. iii. C. 2, L. 175. Pope. 269 ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744. ESSAY ON MAN. Awake, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan. Epistle i. Line i. Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield. Epistle i. Line 9. Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise ; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.^ Epistle i. Line 13. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate. Epistle i. Line yj. Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Epistle i. Line 83. Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled. And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Epistle i. Li7te Zj. ^ And justify the ways of God to men. Milton, Paradise Lost, Book. i. Line 26. 270 Pope, [Essay on Man continued. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home. Rests and expatiates in a life to come. Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees God irt clouds, or hears him in the wind. Epistle i. Line 95. Far as the solar walk or milky way. Epistle i. Li7ie 102. But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company. Epistle i. Line 1 1 1. In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies ; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blessed abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Epistle i. Line 123. Die of a rose in aromatic pain. Epistle i. Line 200. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.^ Epistle i. Line 217. 1 Much like a subtle spider which doth sit, In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide ; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side. Sir John Davies (1570- 1626), The Immoi-tality of the Soul Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin ; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. Dryden, Mariai^e a la Mode, Act ii. Sc. I Pope. 271 Essay on Man continued.] What thin partitions sense from thought divide.^ Epistle i. Line 226. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. Epistle i. Line 267. Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees. Epistle i. Line 272. As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all ! Epistle i. Line 277. All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good ; And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.^ Epistle i. Line 289. 1 Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide. Dryden, Ante ^ p. 221. "Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit." Seneca, De Tranqiiillitate Animi, xvii. 10, quotes this from Aristotle, who^ gives as one of his Problemata (xxx. l), Aia ri mivre^ oaoi irepLTTOL yeyovaaiv avbpes fj Kara (j)L\o(ro(f)Lnv ^ 7ro\LTi