_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I have not slept one wink.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Thou art all the comfort
The gods will diet me with.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6._
An angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon!
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6._
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
_Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._
And put
My clouted brogues from off my feet.
_Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
_Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._
O, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother
When I was but your sister.
_Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5._
Like an arrow shot
From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark
His eye doth level at.
_Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1._
_3 Fish._ Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
_1 Fish._ Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little
ones.
_Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
_Venus and Adonis. Line 145._
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
_Venus and Adonis. Line 1019._
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
_Venus and Adonis. Line 1027._
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
_Lucrece. Line 1006._
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
_Sonnet iii._
And stretched metre of an antique song.
_Sonnet xvii._
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
_Sonnet xviii._
The painful warrior famoused for fight,[161-1]
After a thousand victories, once foil'd,
Is from the books of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
_Sonnet xxv._
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
_Sonnet xxx._
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
_Sonnet xxxiii._
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
_Sonnet l._
Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
_Sonnet lii._
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
_Sonnet liv._
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
_Sonnet lv._
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
_Sonnet lxv._
And art made tongue-tied by authority.
_Sonnet lxvi._
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
_Sonnet lxvi._
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
_Sonnet lxx._
That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,--
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
_Sonnet lxxiii._
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
_Sonnet lxxxi._
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
_Sonnet lxxxvii._
Do not drop in for an after-loss.
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.
_Sonnet xc._
When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
_Sonnet xcviii._
Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
_Sonnet cv._
And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
_Sonnet cvi._
My nature is subdu'd
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
_Sonnet cxi._
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
_Sonnet cxvi._
'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd,
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
_Sonnet cxxi._
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own.
_Sonnet cxxi._
That full star that ushers in the even.
_Sonnet cxxxii._
So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and questions deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passion in his craft of will.
_A Lover's Complaint. Line 120._
O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear.
_A Lover's Complaint. Line 288._
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
_The Passionate Pilgrim. iii._
Crabbed age and youth
Cannot live together.
_The Passionate Pilgrim. viii._
Have you not heard it said full oft,
A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
_The Passionate Pilgrim. xiv._
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
_Shakespeare's Epitaph._
FOOTNOTES:
[44-1] As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's
face.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 3, memb. 4,
subsect. 1._
[44-2] Custom is almost second nature.--PLUTARCH: _Preservation of
Health._
[45-1] Familiarity breeds contempt.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 640._
[46-1] What the dickens!--THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Edward IV. act iii. sc.
1._
[46-2] As ill luck would have it.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, pt. i.
bk. i. ch. ii._
[47-1] Act i. Sc. 5, in White, Singer, and Knight.
[47-2] Compare Portia's words in _Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc.
1._
[49-1] See Spenser, page 29.
[49-2] "Mariana in the moated grange,"--the motto used by Tennyson
for the poem "Mariana."
[49-3] This song occurs in _Act v. Sc. 2_ of Beaumont and
Fletcher's _Bloody Brother_, with the following additional
stanza:--
Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April wears!
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.
[50-1] For every why he had a wherefore.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part
i. canto i. line 132._
[51-1] From the crown of his head to the sole of the foot.--PLINY:
_Natural History, book vii. chap. xvii._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER:
_The Honest Man's Fortune, act ii. sc. 2._ MIDDLETON: _A Mad
World, etc._
[54-1] For "mirth," White reads _shews_; Singer, _shows_.
[56-1] Musical as is Apollo's lute.--MILTON: _Comus, line 78._
[57-1] Maidens withering on the stalk.--WORDSWORTH: _Personal
Talk, stanza 1._
[57-2] "Ever I could read,"--Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White.
[57-3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.
[58-1] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.
[58-2] See Chapman, page 36.
[58-3] Trew as steele.--CHAUCER: _Troilus and Cresseide, book v.
line 831._
[58-4] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.
[58-5] Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.--_1 Corinthians, ii. 9._
[59-1] I see the beginning of my end.--MASSINGER: _The Virgin
Martyr act iii. sc. 3._
[60-1] For the good that I would I do not; but the evil which I
would not, that I do.--_Romans vii. 19._
[62-1] See Chaucer, page 5.
[63-1] See Heywood, page 10.
[63-2] I will play the swan and die in music.--_Othello, act v.
sc. 2._
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death.
_King John, act v. sc. 7._
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.--BYRON: _Don Juan, canto
iii. st. 86._
You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am
infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching
death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they
have in going to the God they serve.--SOCRATES: _In Phaedo, 77._
[64-1] It is better to learn late than never.--PUBLIUS SYRUS:
_Maxim 864._
[64-2] Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into
Scylla in seeking to avoid Charybdis).--PHILLIPPE GUALTIER:
_Alexandreis, book v. line 301. Circa 1300._
[65-1] "It is not nominated in the bond."--White.
[68-1] The same in _The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1;_ in
_Othello, act iii. sc. 1;_ in _The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i.
sc. 4;_ and in _As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7._ RABELAIS: _book v.
chap. iv._
[69-1]
The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage,
Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Apology for Actors. 1612._
A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so
many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe
serves for a theatre.--MONTAIGNE: _Of the most Excellent Men._
[70-1] See Spenser, page 30.
[71-1] Too much of a good thing.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i.
book i. chap. vi._
[71-2] "Cud" in Dyce and Staunton.
[72-1] You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will
sell.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 968._
[72-2] See Heywood, page 9. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without
Money._
[72-3] Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.--CONGREVE: _The
Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1._
[73-1] See Heywood, page 18.
[74-1] How noiseless falls the foot of time!--W. R. SPENCER:
_Lines to Lady A. Hamilton._
[74-2] "Like the sweet south" in Dyce and Singer. This change was
made at the suggestion of Pope.
[74-3] See Heywood, page 12.
[76-1] Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce.
[77-1] Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce.
[77-2] Into the jaws of death.--TENNYSON: _The Charge of the Light
Brigade, stanza 3._
In the jaws of death.--DU BARTAS: _Divine Weekes and Workes,
second week, first day, part iv._
[77-3] Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[78-1] Act iv. Sc. 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[78-2] Like a wave of the sea.--_James i. 6._
[78-3] Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staunton, and Knight.
[79-1] Act ii. Sc. 2 in White.
[79-2] When fortune flatters, she does it to betray.--PUBLIUS
SYRUS: _Maxim 278._
[80-1] Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (He who excuses himself accuses
himself).--GABRIEL MEURIER: _Trésor des Sentences. 1530-1601._
[80-2] See page 63, note 2.
[82-1] It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle,
than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.--MATT. _xix.
24._
[83-1] THOMAS NASH: _Have with you to Saffron Walden._ DRYDEN:
_Epilogue to the Duke of Guise._
[85-1] BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1._
SWIFT: _Mary the Cookmaid's Letter._
[87-1] See Heywood, page 19.
[87-2] It show'd discretion the best part of valour.--BEAUMONT AND
FLETCHER: _A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3._
[88-1] Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down
first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish
it?--_Luke xiv. 28._
[90-1] Act. iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[90-2] See Heywood, page 20.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.--_Henry VI. part iii. act
ii. sc. 5._
[91-1] Act iii. Sc. 6 in Dyce.
[92-1] With clink of hammers closing rivets up.--CIBBER: _Richard
III. Altered, act v. sc. 3._
[92-2] "In their mouths" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[93-1] All delays are dangerous in war.--DRYDEN: _Tyrannic Love,
act i. sc. 1._
[93-2] Have a care o' th' main chance.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part
ii. canto ii._
Be careful still of the main chance.--DRYDEN: _Persius, satire
vi._
[93-3] See Raleigh, page 25; Lyly, page 33.
[94-1] See Marlowe, page 40.
[96-1] For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.--POPE: _Essay
on Criticism, part iii. line 66._
[96-2] "Stolen forth" in White and Knight.
[97-1] A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live
long.--MIDDLETON: _The Phoenix, act i. sc. 1._
[97-2] Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!--CIBBER:
_Richard III._ (_altered_), _act iv. sc. 3._
[98-1] A weak invention of the enemy.--CIBBER: _Richard III.
(altered), act v. sc. 3._
[98-2] See Spenser, page 27.
[100-1] For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in
marble: and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste.--SIR
THOMAS MORE: _Richard III. and his miserable End._
All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Philaster, act v. sc. 3._
L'injure se grave en métal; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde.
(An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.)
JEAN BERTAUT. _Circa 1611._
[101-1] Act v. Sc. 2 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[101-2] Act v. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[101-3] Labour for his pains.--EDWARD MOORE: _The Boy and his
Rainbow._
Labour for their pains.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, The Author's
Preface._
[102-1] Unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no
one.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 1042._
[103-1]
When flowing cups pass swiftly round
With no allaying Thames.
RICHARD LOVELACE: _To Althea from Prison, ii._
[103-2] See Sidney, page 34.
[103-3] Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight.
[104-1] See Heywood, page 18.
[104-2] See Chapman, page 36.
[105-1] My dancing days are done.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The
Scornful Lady, act v. sc. 3._
[105-2] Dyce, Knight, and White read, "Her beauty hangs."
[105-3] Act ii. sc. 1 in White.
[105-4] Act ii. sc. 1. in White.
[106-1] Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the
perjuries of lovers).--TIBULLUS: _iii. 6, 49._
[106-2] Act ii. sc. 1 in White.
[107-1] True as steel.--CHAUCER: _Troilus and Creseide, book v._
Compare _Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. 2_.
[107-2] Word and a blow.--DRYDEN: _Amphitryon, act i. sc. 1._
BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress, part i._
[111-1] "Utmost" in Singer.
[112-1] Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.--GRAY: _The
Bard, i. 3, line 12._
[113-1] Though last not least.--SPENSER: _Colin Clout, line 444._
[118-1] See Heywood, page 14.
[119-1] Act. ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White.
[120-1] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, White.
[120-2] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 2 in
Staunton.
[120-3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 3 in
Staunton.
[123-1]
Let the air strike our tune,
Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.
MIDDLETON: _The Witch, act. v. sc. 2._
[126-1] Act v. Sc. 7 in Singer and White.
[127-1] "Can walk" in White.
[127-2] "Eastern hill" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[127-3] "One auspicious and one dropping eye" in Dyce, Singer, and
Staunton.
[128-1] "Armed at all points" in Singer and White.
[129-1]
And may you better reck the rede,
Than ever did the adviser.
BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._
[129-2] "Hooks" in Singer.
[131-1] And makes night hideous.--POPE: _The Dunciad, book iii.
line 166._
[131-2] "To lasting fires" in Singer.
[131-3] "Porcupine" in Singer and Staunton.
[131-4] "Rots itself" in Staunton.
[133-1] A short saying oft contains much wisdom.--SOPHOCLES:
_Aletes, frag. 99._
[135-1] See Chaucer, page 5.
[136-1] "Who would these fardels" in White.
[138-1] "Protests" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton.
[141-1] Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme
diseases.--HIPPOCRATES: _Aphorism i._
[143-1] Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.--HERRICK:
_Sorrows Succeed._
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night iii. line 63._
And woe succeeds to woe.--POPE: _The Iliad, book xvi. line 139._
[144-1]
And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam, xviii._
[144-2] A ministering angel thou.--SCOTT: _Marmion, canto vi. st.
30._
[145-1]
But they that are above
Have ends in everything.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Maid's Tragedy act v. sc. 4._
[147-1] The prince of darkness is a gentleman.--SUCKLING: _The
Goblins._
[149-1] Though I be rude in speech.--_2 Cor. xi. 6._
[150-1] "These things to hear" in Singer.
[152-1] Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Percy's
_Reliques_, they are much altered by Shakespeare, and it is his
version we sing in the nursery.
[153-1]
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
_Venus and Adonis._
[153-2] "Fondly" in Singer and White; "soundly" in Staunton.
[155-1] CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part ii. chap. i._
[155-2] "His slow and moving finger" in Knight and Staunton.
[159-1] See Marlowe, page 41.
[159-2] See Lyly, page 32.
[161-1] "Worth" in White.
FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626.
(_Works: Spedding and Ellis_).
I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as
men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought
they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a
help and ornament thereunto.
_Maxims of the Law. Preface._
Come home to men's business and bosoms.
_Dedication to the Essays, Edition 1625._
No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground
of truth.
_Of Truth._
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that
natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the
other.
_Of Death._
Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature
runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.
_Of Revenge._
It was a high speech of Seneca (after the manner of the Stoics),
that "The good things which belong to prosperity are to be
wished, but the good things that belong to adversity are to be
admired."
_Of Adversity._
It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "It is true
greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of
a god."
_Of Adversity._
Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; adversity is the
blessing of the New.
_Of Adversity._
Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity
is not without comforts and hopes.
_Of Adversity._
Virtue is like precious odours,--most fragrant when they are
incensed or crushed.[165-1]
_Of Adversity._
He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune;
for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue
or mischief.
_Of Marriage and Single Life._
Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and
old men's nurses.[165-2]
_Of Marriage and Single Life._
Men in great place are thrice servants,--servants of the
sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business.
_Of Great Place._
Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him,
and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of
his law. The people assembled. Mahomet called the hill to come to
him, again and again; and when the hill stood still he was never
a whit abashed, but said, "If the hill will not come to Mahomet,
Mahomet will go to the hill."
_Of Boldness._
The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the
desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.[165-3]
_Of Goodness._
The remedy is worse than the disease.[165-4]
_Of Seditions._
I had rather believe all the fables in the legends and the Talmud
and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a
mind.
_Of Atheism._
A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in
philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion.[166-1]
_Of Atheism._
Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the
elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country
before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school,
and not to travel.
_Of Travel._
Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil
times, and which have much veneration but no rest.[166-2]
_Of Empire._
In things that a man would not be seen in himself, it is a point
of cunning to borrow the name of the world; as to say, "The world
says," or "There is a speech abroad."
_Of Cunning._
There is a cunning which we in England call "the turning of the
cat in the pan;" which is, when that which a man says to another,
he lays it as if another had said it to him.
_Of Cunning._
It is a good point of cunning for a man to shape the answer he
would have in his own words and propositions, for it makes the
other party stick the less.
_Of Cunning._
It hath been an opinion that the French are wiser than they seem,
and the Spaniards seem wiser than they are; but howsoever it be
between nations, certainly it is so between man and man.
_Of Seeming Wise._
There is a wisdom in this beyond the rules of physic. A man's own
observation, what he finds good of and what he finds hurt of, is
the best physic to preserve health.
_Of Regimen of Health._
Discretion of speech is more than eloquence; and to speak
agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good
words or in good order.
_Of Discourse._
Men's thoughts are much according to their inclination,[167-1]
their discourse and speeches according to their learning and
infused opinions.
_Of Custom and Education._
Chiefly the mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.[167-2]
_Of Fortune._
If a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for
though she is blind, she is not invisible.[167-3]
_Of Fortune._
Young men are fitter to invent than to judge, fitter for
execution than for counsel, and fitter for new projects than for
settled business.
_Of Youth and Age._
Virtue is like a rich stone,--best plain set.
_Of Beauty._
God Almighty first planted a garden.[167-4]
_Of Gardens._
And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air
(where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the
hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know
what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
_Of Gardens._
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few
to be chewed and digested.
_Of Studies._
Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an
exact man.
_Of Studies._
Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile;
natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able
to contend.
_Of Studies._
The greatest vicissitude of things amongst men is the vicissitude
of sects and religions.[168-1]
_Of Vicissitude of Things._
Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books.
_Proposition touching Amendment of Laws._
Knowledge is power.--Nam et ipsa scientia potestas est.[168-2]
_Meditationes Sacræ. De Hæresibus._
Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved
forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.[168-3]
_Historia Vitæ et Mortis; Sylva Sylvarum, Cent. i. Exper. 100._
When you wander, as you often delight to do, you wander indeed,
and give never such satisfaction as the curious time requires.
This is not caused by any natural defect, but first for want of
election, when you, having a large and fruitful mind, should not
so much labour what to speak as to find what to leave unspoken.
Rich soils are often to be weeded.
_Letter of Expostulation to Coke._
"Antiquitas sæculi juventus mundi." These times are the ancient
times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account
ancient _ordine retrogrado_, by a computation backward from
ourselves.[169-1]
_Advancement of Learning. Book i._ (_1605._)
For the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate.
_Advancement of Learning. Book i._
The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as
pure as before.[169-2]
_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._
It [Poesy] was ever thought to have some participation of
divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind by
submitting the shews of things to the desires of the mind.
_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._
Sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of all men's
labours and peregrinations.
_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._
Cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a due reverence
to God.[170-1]
_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._
States as great engines move slowly.
_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._
The world 's a bubble, and the life of man
Less than a span.[170-2]
_The World._
Who then to frail mortality shall trust
But limns on water, or but writes in dust.
_The World._
What then remains but that we still should cry
For being born, and, being born, to die?[170-3]
_The World._
For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches,
to foreign nations, and to the next ages.
_From his Will._
My Lord St. Albans said that Nature did never put her precious
jewels into a garret four stories high, and therefore that
exceeding tall men had ever very empty heads.[170-4]
_Apothegms. No. 17._
Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great
strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were
little ones.[171-1]
_Apothegms. No. 54._
Sir Henry Wotton used to say that critics are like brushers of
noblemen's clothes.
_Apothegms. No. 64._
Sir Amice Pawlet, when he saw too much haste made in any matter,
was wont to say, "Stay a while, that we may make an end the
sooner."
_Apothegms. No. 76._
Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age
appears to be best in four things,--old wood best to burn, old
wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to
read.[171-2]
_Apothegms. No. 97._
Pyrrhus, when his friends congratulated to him his victory over
the Romans under Fabricius, but with great slaughter of his own
side, said to them, "Yes; but if we have such another victory, we
are undone."[171-3]
_Apothegms. No. 193._
Cosmus, Duke of Florence, was wont to say of perfidious friends,
that "We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not
read that we ought to forgive our friends."
_Apothegms. No. 206._
Cato said the best way to keep good acts in memory was to refresh
them with new.
_Apothegms. No. 247._
FOOTNOTES:
[165-1]
As aromatic plants bestow
No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crushed or trodden to the ground,
Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
GOLDSMITH: _The Captivity, act i._
The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.
ROGERS: _Jacqueline, stanza 3._
[165-2] BURTON (quoted): _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect.
2, memb. 5, subsect. 5._
[165-3]
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes;
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.
POPE: _Essay on Man, ep. i. line 125._
[165-4] There are some remedies worse than the disease.--PUBLIUS
SYRUS: _Maxim 301._
[166-1] Who are a little wise the best fools be.--DONNE: _Triple
Fool._
A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in
that study brings him about again to our religion.--FULLER: _The
Holy State. The True Church Antiquary._
A little learning is a dangerous thing.--POPE: _Essay on
Criticism, part ii. line 15._
[166-2]
Kings are like stars: they rise and set; they have
The worship of the world, but no repose.
SHELLEY: _Hellas._
[167-1] Of similar meaning, "Thy wish was father, Harry, to that
thought." See Shakespeare, page 90.
[167-2] Every man is the architect of his own
fortune.--PSEUDO-SALLUST: _Epist. de Rep. Ordin. ii. 1._
His own character is the arbiter of every one's fortune.--PUBLIUS
SYRUS: _Maxim 283._
[167-3] Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes,
to signify to you that Fortune is blind.--SHAKESPEARE: _Henry V.
act iii. sc. 6._
[167-4]
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
COWLEY: _The Garden, Essay v._
God made the country, and man made the town.
COWPER: _The Task, book i. line 749._
Divina natura dedit agros, ars humana ædificavit urbes (Divine
Nature gave the fields, human art built the cities).--VARRO: _De
Re Rustica, iii. 1._
[168-1] The vicissitude of things.--STERNE: _Sermon xvi._ GIFFORD:
_Contemplation._
[168-2] A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth
strength.--_Proverbs xxiv. 5._
Knowledge is more than equivalent to force.--JOHNSON: _Rasselas,
chap. xiii._
[168-3]
The bee enclosed and through the amber shown,
Seems buried in the juice which was his own.
MARTIAL: _book iv. 32, vi. 15_ (Hay's translation).
I saw a flie within a beade
Of amber cleanly buried.
HERRICK: _On a Fly buried in Amber._
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms.
POPE: _Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, line 169._
[169-1] As in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell
you that old age or antiquity is to be accounted by the farther
distance from the beginning and the nearer approach to the
end,--the times wherein we now live being in propriety of speech
the most ancient since the world's creation.--GEORGE HAKEWILL: _An
Apologie or Declaration of the Power and Providence of God in the
Government of the World. London, 1627._
For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy,
who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to
be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote
from it?--PASCAL: _Preface to the Treatise on Vacuum._
It is worthy of remark that a thought which is often quoted from
Francis Bacon occurs in [Giordano] Bruno's "Cena di Cenere,"
published in 1584: I mean the notion that the later times are more
aged than the earlier.--WHEWELL: _Philosophy of the Inductive
Sciences, vol. ii. p. 198. London, 1847._
We are Ancients of the earth,
And in the morning of the times.
TENNYSON: _The Day Dream._ (_L' Envoi._)
[169-2] The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet
remains as pure as before.--_Advancement of Learning_ (ed. Dewey).
The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.--DIOGENES
LAERTIUS: _Lib. vi. sect. 63._
Spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux: etsi per
immundos transeat, non inquinatur (The spiritual virtue of a
sacrament is like light: although it passes among the impure, it
is not polluted).--SAINT AUGUSTINE: _Works, vol. iii., In Johannis
Evang. cap. i. tr. v. sect. 15._
The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.--LYLY:
_Euphues, The Anatomy of Wit_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 43._
The sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is
unpolluted in his beam.--TAYLOR: _Holy Living, chap. i. p. 3._
Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the
sunbeam.--MILTON: _The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce._
[170-1] Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.--JOHN WESLEY
(quoted): _Journal, Feb. 12, 1772._
According to Dr. A. S. Bettelheim, rabbi, this is found in the
Hebrew fathers. He cites Phinehas ben Yair, as follows: "The
doctrines of religion are resolved into carefulness; carefulness
into vigorousness; vigorousness into guiltlessness; guiltlessness
into abstemiousness; abstemiousness into cleanliness; cleanliness
into godliness,"--literally, next to godliness.
[170-2] Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.--BROWNE:
_Pastoral ii._
Our life is but a span.--_New England Primer._
[170-3] This line frequently occurs in almost exactly the same
shape among the minor poems of the time: "Not to be born, or,
being born, to die."--DRUMMOND: _Poems, p. 44._ BISHOP KING:
_Poems, etc._ (1657), _p. 145._
[170-4] Tall men are like houses of four stories, wherein commonly
the uppermost room is worst furnished.--HOWELL (quoted): _Letter
i. book i. sect. ii._ (_1621._)
Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many
stories high.--FULLER: _Andronicus, sect. vi. par. 18, 1._
Such as take lodgings in a head
That 's to be let unfurnished.
BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 161._
[171-1] The custom is not altogether obsolete in the U. S. A.
[171-2] Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old
wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers,
sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.--WEBSTER:
_Westward Hoe, act ii. sc. 2._
Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes;
they were easiest for his feet.--SELDEN: _Table Talk. Friends._
Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old
authors to read!--Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation
of age, that age appeared to be best in these four
things.--MELCHIOR: _Floresta Española de Apothegmas o sentencias,
etc., ii. 1, 20._
What find you better or more honourable than age? Take the
preheminence of it in everything,--in an old friend, in old wine,
in an old pedigree.--SHAKERLEY MARMION (1602-1639): _The
Antiquary._
I love everything that 's old,--old friends, old times, old
manners, old books, old wine.--GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Conquer,
act i._
[171-3] There are some defeats more triumphant than
victories.--MONTAIGNE: _Of Cannibals, chap. xxx._
THOMAS MIDDLETON. ---- -1626.
As the case stands.[172-1]
_The Old Law. Act ii. Sc. 1._
On his last legs.
_The Old Law. Act v. Sc. 1._
Hold their noses to the grindstone.[172-2]
_Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3._
I smell a rat.[172-3]
_Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3._
A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.[172-4]
_The Phoenix. Act i. Sc. 1._
The better day, the better deed.[172-5]
_The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The worst comes to the worst.[172-6]
_The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1._
'T is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.[172-7]
_Michaelmas Term. Act iv. Sc. 1._
From thousands of our undone widows
One may derive some wit.[172-8]
_A Trick to catch the Old One. Act i. Sc. 2._
Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.[172-9]
_The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Spick and span new.[172-10]
_The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3._
A flat case as plain as a pack-staff.[172-11]
_The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3._
Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering?
_The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3._
As true as I live.
_The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3._
From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.[173-1]
_A Mad World, my Masters. Act i. Sc. 3._
That disease
Of which all old men sicken,--avarice.[173-2]
_The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1._
Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes.
_The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1._
There is no hate lost between us.[173-3]
_The Witch. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Let the air strike our tune,
Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.[173-4]
_The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2._
Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.[173-5]
_The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2._
All is not gold that glisteneth.[173-6]
_A Fair Quarrel. Act v. Sc. 1._
As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet.
_More Dissemblers besides Women. Act i. Sc. 4._
'T is a stinger.[173-7]
_More Dissemblers besides Women. Act iii. Sc. 2._
The world 's a stage on which all parts are played.[173-8]
_A Game at Chess. Act v. Sc. 1._
Turn over a new leaf.[174-1]
_Anything for a Quiet Life. Act iii. Sc. 3._
My nearest
And dearest enemy.[174-2]
_Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 1._
This was a good week's labour.
_Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 3._
How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer's
days!
_No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 1._
By many a happy accident.[174-3]
_No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 2._
FOOTNOTES:
[172-1] As the case stands.--MATHEW HENRY: _Commentaries, Psalm
cxix._
[172-2] See Heywood, page 11.
[172-3] I smell a rat.--BEN JONSON: _Tale of a Tub, act iv. Sc.
3._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 281._
I begin to smell a rat.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, book iv. chap.
x._
[172-4] See Shakespeare, page 97.
[172-5] The better day, the worse deed.--HENRY: _Commentaries,
Genesis iii._
[172-6] Worst comes to the worst.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part
i. book iii. chap. v._ MARSTON: _The Dutch Courtezan, act iii. sc.
1._
[172-7] It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize.--POPE:
_The Iliad, book xxiii. line 383._
[172-8] Some undone widow sits upon mine arm.--MASSINGER: _A New
Way to pay Old Debts, act v. sc. 1._
[172-9] For drames always go by contraries.--LOVER: _The Angel's
Whisper._
[172-10] Spick and span new.--FORD: _The Lover's Melancholy, act
i. sc. 1._ FARQUHAR: _Preface to his Works._
[172-11] Plain as a pike-staff.--_Terence in English_ (1641).
BUCKINGHAM: _Speech in the House of Lords, 1675._ _Gil Blas_
(Smollett's translation), _book xii. chap. viii._ BYROM: _Epistle
to a Friend._
[173-1] See Shakespeare, page 51.
[173-2]
So for a good old gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.
BYRON: _Don Juan, canto i. stanza 216._
[173-3] There is no love lost between us.--CERVANTES: _Don
Quixote, book iv. chap. xxiii._ GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Conquer,
act iv._ GARRICK: _Correspondence, 1759._ FIELDING: _The Grub
Street Opera, act i. sc. 4._
[173-4] See Shakespeare, page 123.
[173-5] These lines are introduced into _Macbeth, act iv. sc. 1._
According to Steevens, "the song was, in all probability, a
traditional one." Collier says, "Doubtless it does not belong to
Middleton more than to Shakespeare." Dyce says, "There seems to be
little doubt that 'Macbeth' is of an earlier date than 'The
Witch.'"
[173-6] See Chaucer, page 5.
[173-7] He 'as had a stinger.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without
Money, act iv. sc. 1._
[173-8] See Shakespeare, page 69.
[174-1] _A Health to the Gentlemanly Profession of Servingmen_
(1598). Turn over a new leaf.--DEKKER: _The Honest Whore, part
ii. act i. sc. 2._ BURKE: _Letter to Mrs. Haviland._
[174-2] See Shakespeare, page 128.
[174-3] A happy accident.--MADAME DE STAËL: _L' Allemagne, chap.
xvi._ CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, book iv. part ii. chap. lvii._
SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639.
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
_The Character of a Happy Life._
Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friend.
_The Character of a Happy Life._
Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.[174-4]
_The Character of a Happy Life._
You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes
More by your number than your light;
You common people of the skies,--
What are you when the moon[174-5] shall rise?
_On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia._[174-6]
He first deceased; she for a little tried
To live without him, liked it not, and died.
_Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife._
I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff.
_Preface to the Elements of Architecture._
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.
_The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex._
An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the
commonwealth.[175-1]
_Reliquiæ Wottonianæ._
The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.[175-2]
_A Panegyric to King Charles._
FOOTNOTES:
[174-4] As having nothing, and yet possessing all things.--_2
Corinth. vi. 10._
[174-5] "Sun" in _Reliquiæ Wottonianæ_ (eds. 1651, 1654, 1672,
1685).
[174-6] This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's
"Sixth Set of Books," etc., and is found in many MSS.--HANNAH:
_The Courtly Poets._
[175-1] In a letter to Velserus, 1612, Wotton says, "This merry
definition of an ambassador I had chanced to set down at my
friend's, Mr. Christopher Fleckamore, in his Album."
[175-2] He directed the stone over his grave to be inscribed:--
Hic jacet hujus sententiæ primus author:
DISPUTANDI PRURITUS ECCLESIARUM SCABIES.
Nomen alias quære
(Here lies the author of this phrase: "The itch for disputing is
the sore of churches." Seek his name elsewhere).
WALTON: _Life of Wotton._
RICHARD BARNFIELD. ---- -1570.
As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made.
_Address to the Nightingale._[175-3]
FOOTNOTES:
[175-3] This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now
confidently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection
of "Poems in Divers Humours," published in 1598.--ELLIS:
_Specimens, vol. ii. p. 316._
SIR JOHN DAVIES. 1570-1626.
Much like a subtle spider which doth sit
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;
If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
She feels it instantly on every side.[176-1]
_The Immortality of the Soul._
Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been
To public feasts, where meet a public rout,--
Where they that are without would fain go in,
And they that are within would fain go out.[176-2]
_Contention betwixt a Wife, etc._
FOOTNOTES:
[176-1]
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own webs from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
DRYDEN: _Mariage à la Mode, act ii. sc. 1._
The spider's touch--how exquisitely fine!--
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
POPE: _Epistle i. line 217._
[176-2] 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden: the birds
that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within
despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get
out.--WEBSTER: _The White Devil, act i. sc. 2._
Le mariage est comme une forteresse assiégée: ceux qui sont dehors
veulent y entrer, et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir
(Marriage is like a beleaguered fortress: those who are outside
want to get in, and those inside want to get out).--QUITARD:
_Études sur les Proverbes Français, p. 102._
It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and
those within despair of getting out.--MONTAIGNE: _Upon some Verses
of Virgil, chap. v._
Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the
beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish
to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?--EMERSON:
_Representative Men: Montaigne._
MARTYN PARKER. ---- -1630.
Ye gentlemen of England
That live at home at ease,
Ah! little do you think upon
The dangers of the seas.
_Song._
When the stormy winds do blow.[176-3]
_Song._
FOOTNOTES:
[176-3]
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._
DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631.
He was the Word, that spake it:
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that Word did make it,
I do believe and take it.[177-1]
_Divine Poems. On the Sacrament._
We understood
Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought
That one might almost say her body thought.
_Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury._
She and comparisons are odious.[177-2]
_Elegy 8. The Comparison._
Who are a little wise the best fools be.[177-3]
_The Triple Fool._
FOOTNOTES:
[177-1] Attributed by many writers to the Princess Elizabeth. It
is not in the original edition of Donne, but first appears in the
edition of 1654, p. 352.
[177-2] See Fortescue, page 7.
[177-3] See Bacon, page 166.
BEN JONSON.[177-4] 1573-1637.
It was a mighty while ago.
_Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3._
Hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat.[177-5]
_Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3._
As he brews, so shall he drink.
_Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Get money; still get money, boy,
No matter by what means.[177-6]
_Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years.
_Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3._
It must be done like lightning.
_Every Man in his Humour. Act iv. Sc. v._
There shall be no love lost.[178-1]
_Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast.[178-2]
_Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1._
Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free,--
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all the adulteries of art:
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
_Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1._
That old bald cheater, Time.
_The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. 1._
The world knows only two,--that 's Rome and I.
_Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1._
Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself
beyond expression.
_The Masque of Hymen._
Courses even with the sun
Doth her mighty brother run.
_The Gipsies Metamorphosed._
Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.
_Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H._
Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold,
And almost every vice,--almighty gold.[178-3]
_Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland._
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I 'll not look for wine.[179-1]
_The Forest. To Celia._
Soul of the age,
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room.[179-2]
_To the Memory of Shakespeare._
Marlowe's mighty line.
_To the Memory of Shakespeare._
Small Latin, and less Greek.
_To the Memory of Shakespeare._
He was not of an age, but for all time.
_To the Memory of Shakespeare._
For a good poet 's made as well as born.
_To the Memory of Shakespeare._
Sweet swan of Avon!
_To the Memory of Shakespeare._
Underneath this sable hearse
Lies the subject of all verse,--
Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
Death, ere thou hast slain another,
Learn'd and fair and good as she,
Time shall throw a dart at thee.
_Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke._[179-3]
Let those that merely talk and never think,
That live in the wild anarchy of drink.[180-1]
_Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the
Tribe of Ben._
Still may syllabes jar with time,
Still may reason war with rhyme,
Resting never!
_Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme._
In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
_Underwoods. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry
Morison. III._
What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew,
Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?[180-2]
_Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet._
FOOTNOTES:
[177-4] O rare Ben Jonson!--SIR JOHN YOUNG: _Epitaph._
[177-5] Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat.--WITHER: _Poem on
Christmas._
[177-6]
Get place and wealth,--if possible, with grace;
If not, by any means get wealth and place.
POPE: _Horace, book i. epistle i. line 103._
[178-1] There is no love lost between us.--CERVANTES: _Don
Quixote, part ii. chap. xxxiii._
[178-2] A translation from Bonnefonius.
[178-3] The flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold.--WOLCOT: _To
Kien Long, Ode iv._
Almighty dollar.--IRVING: _The Creole Village._
[179-1] Emoi de monois propine tois ommasin. . . . Ei de boulei,
tois cheilesi prospherousa, plêrou philêmatôn to ekpôma, kai outôs
didou
(Drink to me with your eyes alone. . . . And if you will, take the
cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me).
PHILOSTRATUS: _Letter xxiv._
[179-2]
Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
A little nearer Spenser, to make room
For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
BASSE: _On Shakespeare._
[179-3] This epitaph is generally ascribed to Ben Jonson. It
appears in the editions of his Works; but in a manuscript
collection of Browne's poems preserved amongst the Lansdowne MS.
No. 777, in the British Museum, it is ascribed to Browne, and
awarded to him by Sir Egerton Brydges in his edition of Browne's
poems.
[180-1]
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
PRIOR: _Upon a passage in the Scaligerana._
[180-2]
What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
POPE: _To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady._
JOHN WEBSTER. ---- -1638.
I know death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exit.[180-3]
_Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2._
'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that
are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within
despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get
out.[180-4]
_The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2._
Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?
So may you blame some fair and crystal river
For that some melancholic, distracted man
Hath drown'd himself in 't.
_The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.[181-1]
_The White Devil. Act iv. Sc. 4._
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
_The White Devil. Act. v. Sc. 2._
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood
burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers,
sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.[181-2]
_Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2._
I saw him now going the way of all flesh.
_Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2._
FOOTNOTES:
[180-3] Death hath so many doors to let out life.--BEAUMONT AND
FLETCHER: _The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2._
[180-4] See Davies, page 176.
[181-1] The mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and
smooth, but when beheld close they are rough.--DIOGENES LAERTIUS:
_Pyrrho._
Love is like a landscape which doth stand
Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.
ROBERT HEGGE: _On Love._
We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness,
But near approaches make the prospect less.
YALDEN: _Against Enjoyment._
As distant prospects please us, but when near
We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.
GARTH: _The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27._
'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
CAMPBELL: _Pleasures of Hope, part i. line 7._
[181-2] See Bacon, page 171.
THOMAS DEKKER. ---- -1641.
A wise man poor
Is like a sacred book that 's never read,--
To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool
Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.
_Old Fortunatus._
And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
_Old Fortunatus._
The best of men
That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer;
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,
The first true gentleman that ever breathed.[182-1]
_The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12._
I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman.[182-2]
_The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2._
This principle is old, but true as fate,--
Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.[182-3]
_The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4._
We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
_The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2._
Turn over a new leaf.[182-4]
_The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1._
To add to golden numbers golden numbers.
_Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1._
Honest labour bears a lovely face.
_Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1._
FOOTNOTES:
[182-1] Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham,
Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; also the Kyng of the right lyne
of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.--JULIANA
BERNERS: _Heraldic Blazonry._
[182-2] See Shakespeare, page 78.
[182-3] Cæsar said he loved the treason, but hated the
traitor.--PLUTARCH: _Life of Romulus._
[182-4] See Middleton, page 174.
BISHOP HALL. 1574-1656.
Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain
of all virtues.
_Christian Moderation. Introduction._
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the
grave.[182-5]
_Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2._
There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth,
many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was
seen, nor never shall be.[182-6]
_Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses._
FOOTNOTES:
[182-5]
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 718._
[182-6]
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
GRAY: _Elegy, stanza 14._
JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625.
Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man
Commands all light, all influence, all fate.
Nothing to him falls early, or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,[183-1]
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
_Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_
All things that are
Made for our general uses are at war,--
Even we among ourselves.
_Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_
Man is his own star; and that soul that can
Be honest is the only perfect man.[183-2]
_Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone;
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.[183-3]
_The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
_Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Let us do or die.[183-4]
_The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Hit the nail on the head.
_Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1._
I find the medicine worse than the malady.[184-1]
_Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2._
He went away with a flea in 's ear.
_Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 3._
There 's naught in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see 't,
But only melancholy;
O sweetest Melancholy![184-2]
_The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Fountain heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves.
_The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow;
You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow.
_The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2._
And he that will to bed go sober
Falls with the leaf still in October.[184-3]
_The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,[184-4]
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallows-tree.
_The Bloody Brother. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April wears!
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.[184-5]
_The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2._
Something given that way.
_The Lover's Progress. Act i. Sc. 1._
Deeds, not words.[185-1]
_The Lover's Progress. Act iii. Sc. 4._
FOOTNOTES:
[183-1] Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending him in
particular all his life long.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy,
part i. sect. 2, memb. 1, subsect. 2._ Burton also quotes Anthony
Rusca in this connection, v. xviii.
[183-2] An honest man's the noblest work of God.--POPE: _Essay on
Man, epistle iv. line 248._ BURNS: _The Cotter's Saturday Night._
[183-3]
Weep no more, Lady! weep no more,
Thy sorrow is in vain;
For violets plucked, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow again.
PERCY: _Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray._
[183-4] Let us do or die.--BURNS: _Bannockburn._ CAMPBELL:
_Gertrude of Wyoming, part iii. stanza 37._
Scott says, "This expression is a kind of common property, being
the motto, we believe, of a Scottish family."--_Review of
Gertrude, Scott's Miscellanies, vol. i. p. 153._
[184-1] See Bacon, page 165.
[184-2] Naught so sweet as melancholy.--BURTON: _Anatomy of
Melancholy. Author's Abstract._
[184-3] The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this
song:--
He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober,
Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October;
But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow,
Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow.
[184-4] Three merry men be we.--PEELE: _Old Wives' Tale, 1595._
WEBSTER (quoted): _Westward Hoe, 1607._
[184-5] See Shakespeare, page 49.
[185-1] Deeds, not words.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i.
line 867._
ROBERT BURTON. 1576-1640.
Naught so sweet as melancholy.[185-2]
_Anatomy of Melancholy._[185-3] _The Author's Abstract._
I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.[185-4]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.[185-5]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
We can say nothing but what hath been said.[185-6] Our poets
steal from Homer. . . . Our story-dressers do as much; he that
comes last is commonly best.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
I say with Didacus Stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a
giant may see farther than a giant himself.[185-7]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
It is most true, _stylus virum arguit_,--our style bewrays
us.[186-1]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young
ones.[186-2]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made of his skin
when he was dead, because he thought the very noise of it would
put his enemies to flight.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.[186-3]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he
salutes.[186-4]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.[186-5]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Rob Peter, and pay Paul.[186-6]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Penny wise, pound foolish.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Women wear the breeches.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Like Æsop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his
fellow foxes cut off theirs.[186-7]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Our wrangling lawyers . . . are so litigious and busy here on
earth, that I think they will plead their clients' causes
hereafter,--some of them in hell.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had
two distinct persons in him.[186-8]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._
Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5._
Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in
particular, all his life long.[187-1]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, _ministerio
dæmonum_, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call
changelings.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._
Can build castles in the air.[187-2]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._
Joh. Mayor, in the first book of his "History of Scotland,"
contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread; it was
objected to him, then living at Paris, that his countrymen fed on
oats and base grain. . . . And yet Wecker out of Galen calls it
horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on.[187-3]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._
Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2._
As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and
some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good,
and prove it.[187-4]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2._
No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.[187-5]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._
Idleness is an appendix to nobility.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 6._
Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 2._
A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 6._
They do not live but linger.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10._
[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry
them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so
many anatomies.[188-1]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10._
[Desire] is a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according to Austin,
still going round as in a ring.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 11._
[The rich] are indeed rather possessed by their money than
possessors.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._
Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it
shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._
Were it not that they are loath to lay out money on a rope, they
would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._
A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._
I may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of
human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted
myriads of people; they go commonly together.[188-2]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 13._
All our geese are swans.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14._
Though they [philosophers] write _contemptu gloriæ_, yet as
Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14._
They are proud in humility; proud in that they are not
proud.[188-3]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14._
We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars;
kings can invest knights and barons, as Sigismund the emperor
confessed.[189-1]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 15._
_Hinc quam sic calamus sævior ense, patet._ The pen worse than
the sword.[189-2]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 4._
Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report
sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a
company of boys about him."[189-3]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 6._
See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea,
one river, and see all.[189-4]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 7._
Felix Plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure
diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate
all symptoms they find related of others to their own persons.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._
Like him in Æsop, he whipped his horses withal, and put his
shoulder to the wheel.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2._
Fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._
Seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see great men
contending with adversity.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._
Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._
Almost in every kingdom the most ancient families have been at
first princes' bastards; their worthiest captains, best wits,
greatest scholars, bravest spirits in all our annals, have been
base [born].
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._
As he said in Machiavel, _omnes eodem patre nati_, Adam's sons,
conceived all and born in sin, etc. "We are by nature all as one,
all alike, if you see us naked; let us wear theirs and they our
clothes, and what is the difference?"
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._
Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop.[190-1]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._
Christ himself was poor. . . . And as he was himself, so he
informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets
poor, apostles poor.[190-2]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._
Who cannot give good counsel? 'T is cheap, it costs them nothing.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._
Many things happen between the cup and the lip.[190-3]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._
What can't be cured must be endured.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._
Everything, saith Epictetus, hath two handles,--the one to be
held by, the other not.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._
All places are distant from heaven alike.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 4._
The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this
inscription: "Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of
war."
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 6._
"Let me not live," saith Aretine's Antonia, "if I had not rather
hear thy discourse than see a play."
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._
Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta
Porcellus at his fingers' end.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._
Birds of a feather will gather together.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from
heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends
on his Creator.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._
And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.[191-1]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3._
Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.[191-2]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3._
No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love
can do with a twined thread.[191-3]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set
a candle in the sun.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._
[Quoting Seneca] Cornelia kept her in talk till her children came
from school, "and these," said she, "are my jewels."
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._
To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and
sorrowful countenance.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 4._
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in
heaven.[192-1]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5._
Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5._
Though it rain daggers with their points downward.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._
Going as if he trod upon eggs.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._
I light my candle from their torches.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 5, Subsect. 1._
England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a
paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.[192-2]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1._
As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.[192-3]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1._
Make a virtue of necessity.[192-4]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1._
Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.[192-5]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._
If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world
knows.[193-1]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
The fear of some divine and supreme powers keeps men in
obedience.[193-2]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
Out of too much learning become mad.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._
Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to
worship by all means the gods of the place.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 5._
When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.[193-3]
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._
One religion is as true as another.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._
They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.
_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._
FOOTNOTES:
[185-2] See Fletcher, page 184.
There 's not a string attuned to mirth
But has its chord in melancholy.
HOOD: _Ode to Melancholy._
[185-3] Dr. Johnson said Burton's "Anatomy of Melancholy" was the
only book that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he
wished to rise. And Byron said, "If the reader has patience to go
through his volumes, he will be more improved for literary
conversation than by the perusal of any twenty other works with
which I am acquainted."--_Works, vol. i. p. 144._
[185-4] A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.--GARRICK:
_Prologue on quitting the stage._
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco (Being not unacquainted
with woe, I learn to help the unfortunate).--VIRGIL: _Æneid, lib.
i. 630._
[185-5] See Shakespeare, page 84.
[185-6] Nihil dictum quod non dictum prius (There is nothing said
which has not been said before).--TERENCE: _Eunuchus. Prol. 10._
[185-7] A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the
two.--HERBERT: _Jacula Prudentum._
A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's
shoulders to mount on.--COLERIDGE: _The Friend, sect. i. essay
viii._
Pigmæi gigantum humeris impositi plusquam ipsi gigantes vident
(Pigmies placed on the shoulders of giants see more than the
giants themselves).--_Didacus Stella in Lucan, 10, tom. ii._
[186-1] Le style est l'homme même (The style is the man
himself).--BUFFON: _Discours de Réception_ (_Recueil de
l'Académie_, 1750).
[186-2] Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed
and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as
bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.--MONTAIGNE: _Apology
for Raimond Sebond, book ii. chap. xii._
[186-3] Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat
ahead.--PLUTARCH: _Whether 't was rightfully said, Live
concealed._
Like rowers, who advance backward.--MONTAIGNE: _Of Profit and
Honour, book iii. chap. i._
[186-4] See Shakespeare, page 132.
[186-5] See Heywood, page 15.
[186-6] See Heywood, page 14. RABELAIS: _book i. chap. xi._
[186-7] ÆSOP: _Fables, book v. fable v._
[186-8]
He left a corsair's name to other times,
Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.
BYRON: _The Corsair, canto iii. stanza 24._
[187-1] See Fletcher, page 183.
[187-2] "Castles in the air,"--Montaigne, Sir Philip Sidney,
Massinger, Sir Thomas Browne, Giles Fletcher, George Herbert, Dean
Swift, Broome, Fielding, Cibber, Churchill, Shenstone, and Lloyd.
[187-3] Oats,--a grain which is generally given to horses, but in
Scotland supports the people.--SAMUEL JOHNSON: _Dictionary of the
English Language._
[187-4] Carpet knights are men who are by the prince's grace and
favour made knights at home. . . . They are called carpet knights
because they receive their honours in the court and upon
carpets.--MARKHAM: _Booke of Honour_ (1625).
"Carpet knights,"--Du Bartas (ed. 1621), p. 311.
[187-5] The exception proves the rule.
[188-1] See Shakespeare, page 50.
[188-2]
Qui vino indulget, quemque alea decoquit, ille
In venerem putret
(He who is given to drink, and he whom the dice are despoiling, is
the one who rots away in sexual vice).--PERSIUS: _Satires, satire
v._
[188-3]
His favourite sin
Is pride that apes humility.
SOUTHEY: _The Devil's Walk._
[189-1] When Abraham Lincoln heard of the death of a private, he
said he was sorry it was not a general: "I could make more of
them."
[189-2] Tant la plume a eu sous le roi d'avantage sur l'épée (So
far had the pen under the king the superiority over the
sword).--SAINT SIMON: _Mémoires, vol. iii. p. 517_ (1702), _ed.
1856._
The pen is mightier than the sword.--BULWER LYTTON: _Richelieu,
act ii. sc. 2._
[189-3]
Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead,
Through which the living Homer begged his bread.
ANONYMOUS.
Great Homer's birthplace seven rival cities claim,
Too mighty such monopoly of Fame.
THOMAS SEWARD: _On Shakespeare's Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon._
Seven cities warred for Homer being dead;
Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.
THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._
[189-4] A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in
one country or another.--JOHNSON: _Piazzi, 52._
[190-1] Set a beggar on horseback, and he 'll outride the
Devil.--BOHN: _Foreign Proverbs_ (_German_).
[190-2] See Wotton, page 174.
[190-3] There is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.--HAZLITT:
_English Proverbs._
Though men determine, the gods doo dispose; and oft times many
things fall out betweene the cup and the lip.--GREENE: _Perimedes
the Blacksmith_ (1588).
[191-1] See Heywood, page 11.
[191-2] See Heywood, page 20.
[191-3]
Those curious locks so aptly twin'd,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
CAREW: _Think not 'cause men flattering say._
One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of
oxen.--HOWELL: _Letters, book ii. iv._ (1621).
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
DRYDEN: _Persius, satire v. line 246._
Beauty draws us with a single hair.--POPE: _The Rape of the Lock,
canto ii. line 27._
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
Has led and turned me by a single hair.
BLAND: _Anthology, p. 20_ (edition 1813).
[192-1] See Heywood, page 10.
[192-2] See Heywood, page 18.
[192-3] See Shakespeare, page 44.
[192-4] See Chaucer, page 3.
[192-5] For where God built a church, there the Devil would also
build a chapel.--MARTIN LUTHER: _Table Talk, lxvii._
God never had a church but there, men say,
The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.
DRUMMOND: _Posthumous Poems._
No sooner is a temple build to God but the Devil builds a chapel
hard by.--HERBERT: _Jacula Prudentum._
Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil always builds a chapel there.
DEFOE: _The True-born Englishman, part i. line 1._
[193-1] Ignorance is the mother of devotion.--JEREMY TAYLOR: _To a
Person newly Converted_ (1657).
Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.--DRYDEN: _The
Maiden Queen, act i. sc. 2._
[193-2]
The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip
To haud the wretch in order.
BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._
[193-3] Saint Augustine was in the habit of dining upon Saturday
as upon Sunday; but being puzzled with the different practices
then prevailing (for they had begun to fast at Rome on Saturday),
consulted Saint Ambrose on the subject. Now at Milan they did not
fast on Saturday, and the answer of the Milan saint was this:
"Quando hic sum, non jejuno Sabbato; quando Romæ sum, jejuno
Sabbato" (When I am here, I do not fast on Saturday; when at Rome,
I do fast on Saturday).--_Epistle xxxvi. to Casulanus._
SIR THOMAS OVERBURY. 1581-1613.
In part to blame is she,
Which hath without consent bin only tride:
He comes to neere that comes to be denide.[193-4]
_A Wife. St. 36._
FOOTNOTES:
[193-4]
In part she is to blame that has been tried:
He comes too late that comes to be denied.
MARY W. MONTAGU: _The Lady's Resolve._
PHILIP MASSINGER. 1584-1640.
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,
And takes away the use of it;[194-1] and my sword,
Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears,
Will not be drawn.
_A New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v. Sc. 1._
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.[194-2]
_A Very Woman. Act v. Sc. 4._
This many-headed monster.[194-3]
_The Roman Actor. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Grim death.[194-4]
_The Roman Actor. Act iv. Sc. 2._
FOOTNOTES:
[194-1] See Middleton, page 172.
[194-2] Death hath so many doors to let out life.--BEAUMONT AND
FLETCHER: _The Custom of the Country, act ii. sc. 2._
The thousand doors that lead to death.--BROWNE: _Religio Medici,
part i. sect. xliv._
[194-3] See Sir Philip Sidney, page 34.
[194-4] Grim death, my son and foe.--MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book
ii. line 804._
THOMAS HEYWOOD. ---- -1649.
The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage
Which God and Nature do with actors fill.[194-5]
_Apology for Actors_ (1612).
I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom.
_Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._
Seven cities warred for Homer being dead,
Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.[194-6]
_Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._
Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.[194-7]
_History of Women_ (_ed. 1624_). _Page 286._
FOOTNOTES:
[194-5] See Shakespeare, page 69.
[194-6] See Burton, page 189.
[194-7] See Heywood, page 11.
JOHN SELDEN. 1584-1654.
Equity is a roguish thing. For Law we have a measure, know what
to trust to; Equity is according to the conscience of him that
is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is Equity.
'T is all one as if they should make the standard for the measure
we call a "foot" a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure
would this be! One Chancellor has a long foot, another a short
foot, a third an indifferent foot. 'T is the same thing in the
Chancellor's conscience.
_Table Talk. Equity._
Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes;
they were easiest for his feet.[195-1]
_Table Talk. Friends._
Humility is a virtue all preach, none practise; and yet everybody
is content to hear.
_Table Talk. Humility._
'T is not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess.
_Table Talk. Humility._
Commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for something in him
we cannot abide.
_Table Talk. Judgments._
Ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all men know the
law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man
can tell how to refute him.
_Table Talk. Law._
No man is the wiser for his learning.
_Table Talk. Learning._
Wit and wisdom are born with a man.
_Table Talk. Learning._
Few men make themselves masters of the things they write or
speak.
_Table Talk. Learning._
Take a straw and throw it up into the air,--you may see by that
which way the wind is.
_Table Talk. Libels._
Philosophy is nothing but discretion.
_Table Talk. Philosophy._
Marriage is a desperate thing.
_Table Talk. Marriage._
Thou little thinkest what a little foolery governs the
world.[195-2]
_Table Talk. Pope._
They that govern the most make the least noise.
_Table Talk. Power._
Syllables govern the world.
_Table Talk. Power._
Never king dropped out of the clouds.
_Table Talk. Power._
Never tell your resolution beforehand.
_Table Talk. Wisdom._
Wise men say nothing in dangerous times.
_Table Talk. Wisdom._
FOOTNOTES:
[195-1] See Bacon, page 171.
[195-2] Behold, my son, with how little wisdom the world is
governed.--OXENSTIERN (1583-1654).
WILLIAM DRUMMOND. 1585-1649.
God never had a church but there, men say,
The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.[196-1]
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles.
_Posthumous Poems._
FOOTNOTES:
[196-1] See Burton, page 192.
FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1586-1616.
What things have we seen
Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been
So nimble and so full of subtile flame
As if that every one from whence they came
Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
And resolved to live a fool the rest
Of his dull life.
_Letter to Ben Jonson._
Here are sands, ignoble things,
Dropt from the ruined sides of kings.
_On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey._
It is always good
When a man has two irons in the fire.
_The Faithful Friends. Act i. Sc. 2._
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
(FRANCIS BEAUMONT and JOHN FLETCHER.)
All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.[197-1]
_Philaster. Act v. Sc. 3._
Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth.
_The Maid's Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 2._
A soul as white as heaven.
_The Maid's Tragedy. Act iv. Sc. 1._
But they that are above
Have ends in everything.[197-2]
_The Maid's Tragedy. Act v. Sc. 1._
It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour.[197-3]
_A King and No King. Act iv. Sc. 3._
There is a method in man's wickedness,--
It grows up by degrees.[197-4]
_A King and No King. Act v. Sc. 4._
As cold as cucumbers.
_Cupid's Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1._
Calamity is man's true touchstone.[197-5]
_Four Plays in One: The Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1._
Kiss till the cow comes home.
_Scornful Lady. Act iii. Sc. 1._
It would talk,--
Lord! how it talked![197-6]
_Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 1._
Beggars must be no choosers.[197-7]
_Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 3._
No better than you should be.[197-8]
_The Coxcomb. Act iv. Sc. 3._
From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.[198-1]
_The Honest Man's Fortune. Act ii. Sc. 2._
One foot in the grave.[198-2]
_The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. 1._
Go to grass.
_The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7._
There is no jesting with edge tools.[198-3]
_The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7._
Though I say it that should not say it.
_Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 2._
I name no parties.[198-4]
_Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Whistle, and she'll come to you.[198-5]
_Wit Without Money. Act iv. Sc. 4._
Let the world slide.[198-6]
_Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 2._
The fit 's upon me now!
Come quickly, gentle lady;
The fit 's upon me now.
_Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 4._
He comes not in my books.[198-7]
_The Widow. Act i. Sc. 1._
Death hath so many doors to let out life.[198-8]
_The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love
Pity 's the straightest.[198-9]
_The Knight of Malta. Act i. Sc. 1._
Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal substance of his greatness,--
To which I leave him.
_The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.[199-1]
_Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 2._
What 's one man's poison, signor,
Is another's meat or drink.[199-2]
_Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Primrose, first-born child of Ver,
Merry springtime's harbinger.
_The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act i. Sc. 1._
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people!
_The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act v. Sc. 1._
FOOTNOTES:
[197-1] See Shakespeare, page 100.
[197-2] See Shakespeare, page 145.
[197-3] See Shakespeare, page 87.
[197-4] Nemo repente fuit turpissimus (No man ever became
extremely wicked all at once).--JUVENAL: _ii. 83._
Ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degrés (As virtue has its
degrees, so has vice).--RACINE: _Phédre, act iv. sc. 2._
[197-5] Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (Fire is the test
of gold; adversity, of strong men).--SENECA: _De Providentia, v.
9._
[197-6] Then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk!--LEE:
_Alexander the Great, act i. sc. 3._
[197-7] See Heywood, page 14.
[197-8] She is no better than she should be.--FIELDING: _The
Temple Beau, act iv. sc. 3._
[198-1] See Shakespeare, page 51.
[198-2] An old doting fool, with one foot already in the
grave.--PLUTARCH: _On the Training of Children._
[198-3] It is no jesting with edge tools.--_The True Tragedy of
Richard III._ (_1594._)
[198-4] The use of "party" in the sense of "person" occurs in the
Book of Common Prayer, More's "Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson,
Fuller, and other old English writers.
[198-5] Whistle, and I'll come to ye.--BURNS: _Whistle, etc._
[198-6] See Shakespeare, page 72.
[198-7] See Shakespeare, page 50.
[198-8] See Webster, page 180.
[198-9] Pity 's akin to love.--SOUTHERNE: _Oroonoka, act ii. sc.
1._
Pity swells the tide of love.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night iii.
line 107._
[199-1] But strive still to be a man before your mother.--COWPER:
_Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii._
[199-2] Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food
to one may be fierce poison to others).--LUCRETIUS: _iv. 637._
GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667.
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?[199-3]
_The Shepherd's Resolution._
Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance.
_Poem on Christmas._
Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,[199-4]
And therefore let 's be merry.
_Poem on Christmas._
Though I am young, I scorn to flit
On the wings of borrowed wit.
_The Shepherd's Hunting._
And I oft have heard defended,--
Little said is soonest mended.
_The Shepherd's Hunting._
And he that gives us in these days
New Lords may give us new laws.
_Contented Man's Morrice._
FOOTNOTES:
[199-3] See Raleigh, page 26.
[199-4] See Jonson, page 177.
THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679.
For words are wise men's counters,--they do but reckon by them;
but they are the money of fools.
_The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. iv._
No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all,
continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man
solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
_The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. xviii._
THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639.
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires,--
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
_Disdain Returned._
Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
_Conquest by Flight._
An untimely grave.[200-1]
_On the Duke of Buckingham._
The magic of a face.
_Epitaph on the Lady S----._
FOOTNOTES:
[200-1] An untimely grave.--TATE AND BRADY: _Psalm vii._
WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645.
Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.[201-1]
_Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2._
Did therewith bury in oblivion.
_Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2._
Well-languaged Daniel.
_Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2._
FOOTNOTES:
[201-1] See Bacon, page 170.
ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674.
Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones,--come and buy!
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,--
There 's the land, or cherry-isle.
_Cherry Ripe._
Some asked me where the rubies grew,
And nothing I did say;
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls._
Some asked how pearls did grow, and where?
Then spoke I to my girl
To part her lips, and showed them there
The quarelets of pearl.
_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls._
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness.
_Delight in Disorder._
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility,--
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
_Delight in Disorder._
You say to me-wards your affection 's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.[202-1]
_Love me Little, Love me Long._
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.[202-2]
_To the Virgins to make much of Time._
Fall on me like a silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptism o'er the flowers.
_To Music, to becalm his Fever._
Fair daffadills, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
_To Daffadills._
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.[202-3]
_Sorrows Succeed._
Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
A little out, and then,[202-4]
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.
_To Mistress Susanna Southwell._
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting-stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
_The Night Piece to Julia._
I saw a flie within a beade
Of amber cleanly buried.[203-1]
_The Amber Bead._
Thus times do shift,--each thing his turn does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.
_Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve._
Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine.
_Ode for Ben Jonson._
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;
Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.[203-2]
_Seek and Find._
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.[203-3]
_The Rose._
FOOTNOTES:
[202-1] See Marlowe, page 41.
[202-2] Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be
withered.--_Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8._
Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.--SPENSER: _The Faerie
Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75._
[202-3] See Shakespeare, page 143.
[202-4]
Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out.
SUCKLING: _Ballad upon a Wedding._
[203-1] See Bacon, page 168.
[203-2] Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet
(Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by
seeking).--TERENCE: _Heautontimoroumenos, iv. 2, 8._
[203-3] Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.--MILTON:
_Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256._
FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644.
Death aims with fouler spite
At fairer marks.[203-4]
_Divine Poems_ (_ed. 1669_).
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Light will repay
The wrongs of night;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
_Emblems. Book i. Emblem 14._
Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.
_Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 2._
This house is to be let for life or years;
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears.
Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
She must be dearly let, or let alone.
_Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 10, Ep. 10._
The slender debt to Nature 's quickly paid,[204-1]
Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.
_Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 13._
The next way home 's the farthest way about.[204-2]
_Emblems. Book iv. Emblem 2, Ep. 2._
It is the lot of man but once to die.
_Emblems. Book v. Emblem 7._
FOOTNOTES:
[203-4] Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.--YOUNG: _Night
Thoughts, night v. line 1011._
[204-1] To die is a debt we must all of us discharge.--EURIPIDES:
_Alcestis, line 418._
[204-2] The longest way round is the shortest way home.--BOHN:
_Foreign Proverbs (Italian)._
GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632.
To write a verse or two is all the praise
That I can raise.
_Praise._
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky.
_Virtue._
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie.
_Virtue._
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives.
_Virtue._
Like summer friends,
Flies of estate and sunneshine.
_The Answer._
A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine;
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws
Makes that and th' action fine.
_The Elixir._
A verse may find him who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.
_The Church Porch._
Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.[205-1]
_The Church Porch._
Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
_The Church Porch._
Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime,
'T is angels' music.
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