Thursday, May 14, 2009

Familiar Quotations - Part 6

The mind, the music breathing from her face.--BYRON: _Bride of
Abydos, canto i. stanza 6._

[259-2] See Shakespeare, page 103.

ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667.

What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?

_The Motto._

His time is forever, everywhere his place.

_Friendship in Absence._

We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine,
But search of deep philosophy,
Wit, eloquence, and poetry;
Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine.

_On the Death of Mr. William Harvey._

His _faith_, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his _life_, I 'm sure, was in the right.[260-1]

_On the Death of Crashaw._

The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks, and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair.

_From Anacreon, ii. Drinking._

Fill all the glasses there, for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?

_From Anacreon, ii. Drinking._

A mighty pain to love it is,
And 't is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.

_From Anacreon, vii. Gold._

Hope, of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.

_The Mistress. For Hope._

Th' adorning thee with so much art
Is but a barb'rous skill;
'T is like the pois'ning of a dart,
Too apt before to kill.

_The Waiting Maid._

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal now does always last.[261-1]

_Davideis. Book i. Line 25._

When Israel was from bondage led,
Led by the Almighty's hand
From out of foreign land,
The great sea beheld and fled.

_Davideis. Book i. Line 41._

An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.[261-2]

_Davideis. Book ii. Line 95._

The monster London laugh at me.

_Of Solitude, xi._

Let but thy wicked men from out thee go,
And all the fools that crowd thee so,
Even thou, who dost thy millions boast,
A village less than Islington wilt grow,
A solitude almost.

_Of Solitude, vii._

The fairest garden in her looks,
And in her mind the wisest books.

_The Garden, i._

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.[261-3]

_The Garden, ii._

Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all,
Both the great vulgar and the small.

_Horace. Book iii. Ode 1._

Charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name.[262-1]

_Virgil, Georgics. Book ii. Line 72._

Words that weep and tears that speak.[262-2]

_The Prophet._

We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before.

_Discourse concerning the Government of Oliver Cromwell._

Thus would I double my life's fading space;
For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.[262-3]

_Discourse xi. Of Myself. St. xi._


For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight,
He can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

POPE: _Essay on Man, epilogue iii. line 303._

[261-1] One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting
now.--SOUTHEY: _The Doctor, chap. xxv. p. 1._

Loose his beard and hoary hair
Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.

GRAY: _The Bard, i. 2._

[261-3] See Bacon, page 167.

[262-1] Ravish'd with the whistling of a name.--POPE: _Essay on
Man, epistle iv. line 281._

[262-2] Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.--GRAY:
_Progress of Poesy, iii. 3, 4._

For he lives twice who can at once employ
The present well, and ev'n the past enjoy.

POPE: _Imitation of Martial._

RALPH VENNING. 1620(?)-1673.

All the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep.[262-4]

_Orthodoxe Paradoxes._ (Third edition, 1650.) _The Triumph of Assurance,
p. 41._

They spare the rod, and spoyle the child.[262-5]

_Mysteries and Revelations, p. 5._ (_1649._)


[262-4] Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay
colours that are but skin-deep.--HENRY: _Commentaries. Genesis

[262-5] See Skelton, page 8.

ANDREW MARVELL. 1620-1678.

Orange bright,
Like golden lamps in a green night.


And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.


In busy companies of men.

_The Garden._ (Translated.)

Annihilating all that 's made
To a green thought in a green shade.

_The Garden._ (Translated.)

The world in all doth but two nations bear,--
The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

_The Loyal Scot._

The inglorious arts of peace.

_Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland._

He nothing common did, or mean,
Upon that memorable scene.

_Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland._

So much one man can do,
That does both act and know.

_Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland._

To make a bank was a great plot of state;
Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate.

_The Character of Holland._

JOSEPH HENSHAW.[263-1] ---- -1678.

Man's life is like unto a winter's day,--
Some break their fast and so depart away;
Others stay dinner, then depart full fed;
The longest age but sups and goes to bed.
O reader, then behold and see!
As we are now, so must you be.

_Horæ Sucissive_ (1631).


[263-1] Bishop of Peterborough, 1663.

HENRY VAUGHAN. 1621-1695.

But felt through all this fleshly dress
Bright shoots of everlastingness.

_The Retreat._

I see them walking in an air of glory
Whose light doth trample on my days,--
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
Mere glimmering and decays.

_They are all gone._

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!
Shining nowhere but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
Could man outlook that mark!

_They are all gone._

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
And into glory peep.

_They are all gone._

Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch
Till the white-wing'd reapers come!

_The Seed growing secretly._


Manus haec inimica tyrannis
Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem.[264-1]

_From the Life and Memoirs of Algernon Sidney._

Liars ought to have good memories.[264-2]

_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xv._

Men lived like fishes; the great ones devoured the small.[264-3]

_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xviii._

God helps those who help themselves.[265-1]

_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii._

It is not necessary to light a candle to the sun.[265-2]

_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii._


[264-1] His father writes to him, Aug. 30, 1660: "It is said that
the University of Copenhagen brought their album unto you,
desiring you to write something; and that you did _scribere in
albo_ these words." It is said that the first line is to be found
in the patent granted in 1616 by Camden (Clarencieux).--_Notes and
Queries, March 10, 1866._

[264-2] He who has not a good memory should never take upon him
the trade of lying.--MONTAIGNE: _Book i. chap. ix. Of Liars._

[264-3] See Shakespeare, page 161.

[265-1] See Herbert, page 206.

Heaven ne'er helps the man who will not act--SOPHOCLES: _Fragment
288_ (Plumptre's Translation).

Help thyself, Heaven will help thee.--LA FONTAINE: _Book vi. fable

[265-2] Like his that lights a candle to the sun.--FLETCHER:
_Letter to Sir Walter Aston._

And hold their farthing candle to the sun.--YOUNG: _Satire vii.
line 56._

WILLIAM WALKER. 1623-1684.

Learn to read slow: all other graces
Will follow in their proper places.[265-3]

_The Art of Reading._


Take time enough; all other graces
Will soon fill up their proper places.

BYROM: _Advice to preach slow._

JOHN BUNYAN. 1628-1688.

And so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book._

Some said, "John, print it;" others said, "Not so."
Some said, "It might do good;" others said, "No."

_Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book._

The name of the slough was Despond.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._

Every fat must stand upon his bottom.[265-4]

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._

Dark as pitch.[265-5]

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._

It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is
kept is lighter than vanity.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._

The palace Beautiful.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._

They came to the Delectable Mountains.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._

Some things are of that nature as to make
One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.

_Pilgrim's Progress. The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of
the Pilgrim._

He that is down needs fear no fall.[266-1]

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part ii._


[265-4] Every tub must stand upon its bottom.--MACKLIN: _The Man
of the World, act i. sc. 2._

[265-5] RAY: _Proverbs._ GAY: _The Shepherd's Week. Wednesday._

[266-1] See Butler, page 212.


Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp
and esteem of ages through which they have passed.

_Ancient and Modern Learning._

No clap of thunder in a fair frosty day could more astonish the
world than our declaration of war against Holland in 1672.

_Memoirs. Vol. ii. p. 255._

When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best,
but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a
little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care
is over.

_Miscellanea. Part ii. Of Poetry._

JOHN TILLOTSON. 1630-1694.

If God were not a necessary Being of himself, he might almost
seem to be made for the use and benefit of men.[266-2]


[266-2] If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent
him.--VOLTAIRE: _A l' Auteur du Livre des trois Imposteurs, épître


God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over
into this wilderness.[266-3]

_Election Sermon at Boston, April 29, 1669._


[266-3] God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this
planting.--LONGFELLOW: _Courtship of Miles Standish, iv._

JOHN DRYDEN. 1631-1701.

Above any Greek or Roman name.[267-1]

_Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Line 76._

And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove,
Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.

_Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39._

Whate'er he did was done with so much ease,
In him alone 't was natural to please.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 27._

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.[267-2]
A daring pilot in extremity;
Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high
He sought the storms.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 156._

Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.[267-3]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 163._

And all to leave what with his toil he won
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 169._

Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 174._

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 197._

But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.[267-4]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 198._

The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme,
The young men's vision, and the old men's dream![268-1]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 238._

Behold him setting in his western skies,
The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.[268-2]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 268._

Than a successive title long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 301._

Not only hating David, but the king.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 512._

Who think too little, and who talk too much.[268-3]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 534._

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.[268-4]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 545._

So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 557._

His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.[268-5]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 645._

Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 868._

Beware the fury of a patient man.[269-1]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 1005._

Made still a blund'ring kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin,[269-2]
Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 413._

For every inch that is not fool is rogue.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 463._

Men met each other with erected look,
The steps were higher that they took;
Friends to congratulate their friends made haste,
And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.

_Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124._

For truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.[269-3]

_The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 33._

And kind as kings upon their coronation day.

_The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 271._

For those whom God to ruin has design'd,
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.[269-4]

_The Hind and the Panther. Part iii. Line 2387._

But Shadwell never deviates into sense.

_Mac Flecknoe. Line 20._

Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care
To grant, before we can conclude the prayer:
Preventing angels met it half the way,
And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.[269-5]

_Britannia Rediviva. Line 1._

And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.

_Britannia Rediviva. Line 208._

Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

_Epistle to Congreve. Line 19._

Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,
Against your judgment, your departed friend!

_Epistle to Congreve. Line 72._

Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend;
God never made his work for man to mend.

_Epistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. Line 92._

Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

_To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15._

So softly death succeeded life in her,
She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

_Eleonora. Line 315._

Since heaven's eternal year is thine.

_Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 15._

O gracious God! how far have we
Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy!

_Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 56._

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.[270-1]

_Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 70._

He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.[270-2]

_On the Death of a very young Gentleman._

Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd;
The next, in majesty; in both the last.
The force of Nature could no further go;
To make a third, she join'd the former two.[271-1]

_Under Mr. Milton's Picture._

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.

_A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Line 11._

None but the brave deserves the fair.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 15._

With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears;
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 37._

Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 54._

Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,--
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 58._

Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 66._

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 77._

For pity melts the mind to love.[272-1]

_Alexander's Feast. Line 96._

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.
If all the world be worth the winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying:
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 97._

Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 120._

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 154._

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 160._

He rais'd a mortal to the skies,
She drew an angel down.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 169._

A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

_The Secular Masque. Line 40._

Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.[272-2]

_Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758._

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

_The Cock and the Fox. Line 452._

And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd
For one fair female, lost him half the kind.

_Theodore and Honoria. Line 227._

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 1._

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 41._

He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 84._

The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes
And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 107._

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 133._

She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence:
Sex to the last.[273-1]

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 367._

And raw in fields the rude militia swarms,
Mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast expense,
In peace a charge, in war a weak defence;
Stout once a month they march, a blustering band,
And ever but in times of need at hand.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 400._

Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
Then hasten to be drunk,--the business of the day.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 407._

Happy who in his verse can gently steer
From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[273-2]

_The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75._

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call to-day his own;
He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.[273-3]

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65._

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 71._

I can enjoy her while she 's kind;
But when she dances in the wind,
And shakes the wings and will not stay,
I puff the prostitute away.

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81._

And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 87._

Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.

_Virgil, Æneid, Line 1._

And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care
Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.[274-1]

_Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97._

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,--
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

_Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book xv. The Worship of Æsculapius, Line 155._

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.[274-2]

_Persius. Satire v. Line 246._

Look round the habitable world: how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

_Juvenal. Satire x._

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.[274-3]

_Mariage à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1._

Thespis, the first professor of our art,
At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.

_Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba._

Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.

_All for Love. Prologue._

Men are but children of a larger growth.

_All for Love. Act iv. Sc. 1._

Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.[275-1]

_The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2._

Burn daylight.

_The Maiden Queen. Act ii. Sc. 1._

I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.[275-2]

_The Maiden Queen. Act iii. Sc. 1._

But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.

_The Tempest. Prologue._

I am as free as Nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

_The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1._

Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.[275-3]

_The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2._

What precious drops are those
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?

_The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act iii. Sc. 1._

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;
And they have kept it since by being dead.

_The Conquest of Granada. Epilogue._

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.

_Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1._

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
To-morrow 's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;[276-1]
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.

_Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1._

'T is not for nothing that we life pursue;
It pays our hopes with something still that 's new.

_Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1._

All delays are dangerous in war.

_Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1._

Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.

_Tyrannic Love. Act iv. Sc. 1._

Whatever is, is in its causes just.[276-2]

_OEdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1._

His hair just grizzled,
As in a green old age.[276-3]

_OEdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1._

Of no distemper, of no blast he died,
But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,--
Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner.
Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years,
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;
Till like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

_OEdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1._

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty,
Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

_OEdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1._

There is a pleasure sure
In being mad which none but madmen know.[277-1]

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1._

Lord of humankind.[277-2]

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1._

Bless the hand that gave the blow.[277-3]

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1._

Second thoughts, they say, are best.[277-4]

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2._

He 's a sure card.

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2._

As sure as a gun.[277-5]

_The Spanish Friar. Act iii. Sc. 2._

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.

_The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2._

This is the porcelain clay of humankind.[277-6]

_Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1._

I have a soul that like an ample shield
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.[277-7]

_Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1._

A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.

_Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1._

Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.[277-8]

_Amphitryon. Act iii. Sc. 1._

The true Amphitryon.[277-9]

_Amphitryon. Act iv. Sc. 1._

The spectacles of books.

_Essay on Dramatic Poetry._


[267-1] Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.--POPE: _epistle i.
book ii. line 26._

[267-2] See Fuller, page 221.

[267-3] No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of
madness.--ARISTOTLE: _Problem, sect. 30._

Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ (There is no great
genius without a tincture of madness).--SENECA: _De Tranquillitate
Animi, 15._

What thin partitions sense from thought divide!--POPE: _Essay on
Man, epistle i. line 226._

Greatnesse on Goodnesse loves to slide, not stand,
And leaves, for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land.

KNOLLES: _History_ (under a portrait of Mustapha I.)

[268-1] Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see
visions.--_Joel ii. 28._

Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 661._

[268-3] They always talk who never think.--PRIOR: _Upon a Passage
in the Scaligerana._

Grammaticus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes,
Augur, schoenobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit

(Grammarian, orator, geometrician; painter, gymnastic teacher,
physician; fortune-teller, rope-dancer, conjurer,--he knew
everything).--JUVENAL: _Satire iii. line 76._

[268-5] A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.--JULIUS HARE:
_Guesses at Truth._

A Christian is the highest style of man.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,
night iv. line 788._

[269-1] Furor fit læsa sæpius patientia (An over-taxed patience
gives way to fierce anger).--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 289._

[269-2] See Spenser, page 28.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen.

POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle ii. line 217._

[269-4] Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat (Whom God wishes to
destroy he first deprives of reason). The author of this saying is
unknown. Barnes erroneously ascribes it to Euripides.

[269-5] And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.--GOLDSMITH:
_The Deserted Village, line 180._

Of manners gentle, of affections mild,
In wit a man, simplicity a child.

POPE: _Epitaph on Gay._

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkl'd, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 600._

Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem,
Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem

(Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virgil claim;
England can either match in Milton's fame).

SELVAGGI: _Ad Joannem Miltonum._

[272-1] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.

[272-2] This proverb Dryden repeats in _Amphitryon, act i. sc. 2._

See Shakespeare, page 106.

[273-1] And love the offender, yet detest the offence.--POPE:
_Eloisa to Abelard, line 192._

Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère,
Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère.

BOILEAU: _L' Art Poétique, chant 1^er._

Formed by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 379._

Serenely full, the epicure would say,
Fate cannot harm me; I have dined to-day.

SYDNEY SMITH: _Recipe for Salad._

[274-1] Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more
savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted
or rare, on the Tuesdays.--CHARLES LAMB: _Christ's Hospital
five-and-thirty Years Ago._

[274-2] See Burton, page 191.

[274-3] See Davies, page 176.

[275-1] See Burton, page 193.

[275-2] Fat, fair, and forty.--SCOTT: _St. Ronan's Well, chap.

Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 1816, writes: "Lord ---- is
going to marry Lady ----, a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing
resident of the Crescent."

[275-3] Quos læserunt et oderunt (Whom they have injured they also
hate).--SENECA: _De Ira, lib. ii. cap. 33._

Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris (It belongs to
human nature to hate those you have injured).--TACITUS: _Agricola,
42. 4._

Chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai (He never pardons those he
injures).--_Italian Proverb._

[276-1] There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius.--MACAULAY:
_History of England, chap. xviii._

[276-2] Whatever is, is right.--POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle i.
line 289._

[276-3] A green old age unconscious of decay.--POPE: _The Iliad,
book xxiii. line 929._

There is a pleasure in poetic pains.
Which only poets know.

COWPER: _The Timepiece, line 285._

[277-2] Lords of humankind.--GOLDSMITH: _The Traveller, line 327._

[277-3] Adore the hand that gives the blow.--POMFRET: _Verses to
his Friend._

[277-4] Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest.--EURIPIDES:
_Hippolytus, 438._

[277-5] See Butler, page 211.

[277-6] The precious porcelain of human clay.--BYRON: _Don Juan,
canto iv. stanza 11._

[277-7] Give ample room and verge enough.--GRAY: _The Bard, ii.

[277-8] Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.--BLAIR: _The
Grave, line 58._

Le véritable Amphitryon
Est l'Amphitryon où l'on dîne
(The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine).

MOLIÈRE: _Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5._


Remember Milo's end,
Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 87._

And choose an author as you choose a friend.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 96._

Immodest words admit of no defence,
For want of decency is want of sense.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 113._

The multitude is always in the wrong.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 184._

My God, my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me at my end.

_Translation of Dies Iræ._

THOMAS KEN. 1637-1711.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him, all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

_Morning and Evening Hymn._

SIR JOHN POWELL. ---- -1713.

Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that
is not reason.[278-1]

_Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Lord Raymond, 911._


[278-1] See Coke, page 24.

ISAAC NEWTON. 1642-1727.

I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I
seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and
diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a
prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay
all undiscovered before me.[278-2]

_Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap. xxvii._


[278-2] See Milton, page 241.


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.


Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
Whose word no man relies on;
He never says a foolish thing,
Nor ever does a wise one.

_Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II._

And ever since the Conquest have been fools.

_Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country._

For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose,
The best good man with the worst-natured muse.[279-1]

_An allusion to Horace, Satire x. Book i._

A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.

_On the King._

It is a very good world to live in,
To lend, or to spend, or to give in;
But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own,
It is the very worst world that ever was known.[279-2]


[279-1] Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd
muse!--GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation. Postscript._

[279-2] These last four lines are attributed to Rochester.


Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

_Essay on Poetry._

There 's no such thing in Nature; and you 'll draw
A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.[279-3]

_Essay on Poetry._

Read Homer once, and you can read no more;
For all books else appear so mean, so poor,
Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read,
And Homer will be all the books you need.

_Essay on Poetry._


[279-3] See Suckling, page 257.

THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685.

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There 's in you all that we believe of heaven,--
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

_Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1._

Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.[280-1]

_Venice Preserved. Act v. Sc. 1._

And die with decency.

_Venice Preserved. Act v. Sc. 3._

What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?--A woman!
Who lost Mark Antony the world?--A woman!
Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
And laid at last old Troy in ashes?--Woman!
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman![280-2]

_The Orphan. Act iii. Sc. 1._

Let us embrace, and from this very moment, vow an eternal misery

_The Orphan. Act iv. Sc. 2._


[280-1] See Shakespeare, page 112.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

GRAY: _The Bard, part i. stanza 3._

O woman, woman! when to ill thy mind
Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.

POPE: _Homer's Odyssey, book xi. line 531._

[280-3] Let us swear an eternal friendship.--FRERE: _The Rovers,
act i. sc. 1._


I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted
to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the
laws of a nation.

_Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, etc._

NATHANIEL LEE. 1655-1692.

Then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk![281-1]

_Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._

Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace,
That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him.

_Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._

When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.

_Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2._

'T is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.[281-2]

_Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2._

Man, false man, smiling, destructive man!

_Theodosius. Act iii. Sc. 2._


[281-1] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 197.

[281-2] "Leads the way" in the stage editions, which contain
various interpolations, among them--

See the conquering hero comes!
Sound the trumpet, beat the drums!--

which was first used by Handel in "Joshua," and afterwards
transferred to "Judas Maccabæus." The text of both oratorios was
written by Dr. Thomas Morell, a clergyman.

JOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711.

How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone.
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong,--
Like angels' visits, short and bright;[281-3]
Mortality 's too weak to bear them long.

_The Parting._


[281-3] Like those of angels, short and far between.--BLAIR: _The
Grave, line 588._

Like angel visits, few and far between.--CAMPBELL: _Pleasures of
Hope, part ii. line 378._

JOHN DENNIS. 1657-1734.

A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a

_The Gentleman's Magazine. Vol. li. Page 324._

They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my


[282-1] Our author, for the advantage of this play ("Appius and
Virginia"), had invented a new species of thunder, which was
approved of by the actors, and is the very sort that at present is
used in the theatre. The tragedy however was coldly received,
notwithstanding such assistance, and was acted but a short time.
Some nights after, Mr. Dennis, being in the pit at the
representation of "Macbeth," heard his own thunder made use of;
upon which he rose in a violent passion, and exclaimed, with an
oath, that it was his thunder. "See," said he, "how the rascals
use me! They will not let my play run, and yet they steal my
thunder!"--_Biographia Britannica, vol. v. p. 103._


Pity 's akin to love.[282-2]

_Oroonoka. Act ii. Sc. 1._

Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count
ne'er made a man.[282-3]

_Sir Anthony Love. Act ii. Sc. 1._


[282-2] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.

[282-3] I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp
can make the metal better.--WYCHERLEY: _The Plaindealer, act i.
sc. 1._

A prince can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man 's aboon his might:
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.

BURNS: _For a' that and a' that._

MATHEW HENRY.[282-4] 1662-1714.

The better day, the worse deed.[282-5]

_Commentaries. Genesis iii._

Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that
are but skin-deep.[282-6]

_Commentaries. Genesis iii._

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish that he did
not only sigh but roar.[283-1]

_Commentaries. Job iii._

To their own second thoughts.[283-2]

_Commentaries. Job vi._

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

_Commentaries. Psalm xxxvi._

Our creature comforts.

_Commentaries. Psalm xxxvii._

None so deaf as those that will not hear.[283-3]

_Commentaries. Psalm lviii._

They that die by famine die by inches.

_Commentaries. Psalm lix._

To fish in troubled waters.

_Commentaries. Psalm lx._

Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore
called the staff of life.[283-4]

_Commentaries. Psalm civ._

Hearkners, we say, seldom hear good of themselves.

_Commentaries. Ecclesiastes vii._

It was a common saying among the Puritans, "Brown bread and the
Gospel is good fare."

_Commentaries. Isaiah xxx._

Blushing is the colour of virtue.[283-5]

_Commentaries. Jeremiah iii._

It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast
themselves most of their being near to the Church.[283-6]

_Commentaries. Jeremiah vii._

None so blind as those that will not see.[283-7]

_Commentaries. Jeremiah xx._

Not lost, but gone before.[283-8]

_Commentaries. Matthew ii._

Those that are above business.

_Commentaries. Matthew xx._

Better late than never.[284-1]

_Commentaries. Matthew xxi._

Saying and doing are two things.

_Commentaries. Matthew xxi._

Judas had given them the slip.

_Commentaries. Matthew xxii._

After a storm comes a calm.

_Commentaries. Acts ix._

Men of polite learning and a liberal education.

_Commentaries. Acts x._

It is good news, worthy of all acceptation; and yet not too good
to be true.

_Commentaries. Timothy i._

It is not fit the public trusts should be lodged in the hands of
any, till they are first proved and found fit for the business
they are to be entrusted with.[284-2]

_Commentaries. Timothy iii._


[282-4] Mathew Henry says of his father, Rev. Philip Henry
(1631-1691): "He would say sometimes, when he was in the midst of
the comforts of this life, 'All this, and heaven too!'"--_Life of
Rev. Philip Henry, p. 70._ (London, 1830.)

[282-5] See Middleton, page 172.

[282-6] See Venning, page 262.

[283-1] Nature says best; and she says, Roar!--EDGEWORTH: _Ormond,
chap. v._ (King Corny in a paroxysm of gout.)

[283-2] I consider biennial elections as a security that the sober
second thought of the people shall be law.--FISHER AMES: _On
Biennial Elections, 1788._

[283-3] See Heywood, page 19.

[283-4] Bread is the staff of life.--SWIFT: _Tale of a Tub._

Corne, which is the staffe of life.--WINSLOW: _Good Newes from New
England, p. 47._ (London, 1624.)

The stay and the staff, the whole staff of bread.--_Isaiah iii.

[283-5] Diogenes once saw a youth blushing, and said: "Courage, my
boy! that is the complexion of virtue."--DIOGENES LAERTIUS:
_Diogenes, vi._

[283-6] See Heywood, page 12.

[283-7] There is none so blind as they that won't see.--SWIFT:
_Polite Conversation, dialogue iii._

[283-8] Literally from Seneca, _Epistola lxiii. 16._

Not dead, but gone before.--ROGERS: _Human Life._

[284-1] See Heywood, page 13.

[284-2] See Appendix, page 859.


It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of
reputation but by himself.

_Monk's Life of Bentley. Page 90._

"Whatever is, is not," is the maxim of the anarchist, as often as
anything comes across him in the shape of a law which he happens
not to like.[284-3]

_Declaration of Rights._

The fortuitous or casual concourse of atoms.[284-4]

_Sermons, vii. Works, Vol. iii. p. 147_ (1692).


[284-3] See Dryden, page 276.

[284-4] That fortuitous concourse of atoms.--_Review of Sir Robert
Peel's Address. Quarterly Review, vol. liii. p. 270_ (1835).

In this article a party was described as a fortuitous concourse of
atoms,--a phrase supposed to have been used for the first time
many years afterwards by Lord John Russell.--_Croker Papers, vol.
ii. p. 54._

HENRY CAREY. 1663-1743.

God save our gracious king!
Long live our noble king!
God save the king!

_God save the King._

Where left you Chrononhotonthologos?

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1._

His cogitative faculties immersed
In cogibundity of cogitation.

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1._

Let the singing singers
With vocal voices, most vociferous,
In sweet vociferation out-vociferize
Even sound itself.

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1._

To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos,
Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3._

Go call a coach, and let a coach be called;
And let the man who calleth be the caller;
And in his calling let him nothing call
But "Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!"

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act ii. Sc. 4._

Genteel in personage,
Conduct, and equipage;
Noble by heritage,
Generous and free.

_The Contrivances. Act i. Sc. 2._

What a monstrous tail our cat has got!

_The Dragon of Wantley. Act ii. Sc. 1._

Of all the girls that are so smart,
There 's none like pretty Sally.[285-1]

_Sally in our Alley._

Of all the days that 's in the week
I dearly love but one day,
And that 's the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.

_Sally in our Alley._


Of all the girls that e'er was seen,
There 's none so fine as Nelly.

SWIFT: _Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet._

DANIEL DEFOE. 1663-1731.

Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil always builds a chapel there;[286-1]
And 't will be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.

_The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1._

Great families of yesterday we show,
And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.

_The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1._


[286-1] See Burton, page 192.

TOM BROWN. 1663-1704.

I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this alone I know full well,
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.[286-2]


To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his
snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that
has never a shirt on his back.[286-3]


In the reign of Charles II. a certain worthy divine at Whitehall
thus addressed himself to the auditory at the conclusion of his
sermon: "In short, if you don't live up to the precepts of the
Gospel, but abandon yourselves to your irregular appetites, you
must expect to receive your reward in a certain place which 't is
not good manners to mention here."[287-1]



[286-2] A slightly different version is found in Brown's Works
collected and published after his death:--

Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare;
Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te

(I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; this only I can
say, I do not love thee).--MARTIAL: _Epigram i. 33._

Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas;
Je n'en saurois dire la cause,
Je sais seulement une chose;
C'est que je ne vous aime pas.

BUSSY: _Comte de Rabutin._ (1618-1693.)

[286-3] Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a
shirt.--SORBIENNE (1610-1670).

GOLDSMITH: _The Haunch of Venison._

[287-1] Who never mentions hell to ears polite.--POPE: _Moral
Essays, epistle iv. line 149._

MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721.

All jargon of the schools.[287-2]

_I am that I am. An Ode._

Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim
At objects in an airy height;
The little pleasure of the game
Is from afar to view the flight.[287-3]

_To the Hon. Charles Montague._

From ignorance our comfort flows.
The only wretched are the wise.[287-4]

_To the Hon. Charles Montague._

Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

_A Better Answer._

Be to her virtues very kind;
Be to her faults a little blind.

_An English Padlock._

That if weak women went astray,
Their stars were more in fault than they.

_Hans Carvel._

The end must justify the means.

_Hans Carvel._

And thought the nation ne'er would thrive
Till all the whores were burnt alive.

_Paulo Purganti._

They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.[287-5]

_Upon a passage in the Scaligerana._

That air and harmony of shape express,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.[287-6]

_Henry and Emma._

Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,
And often took leave, but was loth to depart.[288-1]

_The Thief and the Cordelier._

Nobles and heralds, by your leave,
Here lies what once was Matthew Prior;
The son of Adam and of Eve:
Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?[288-2]

_Epitaph. Extempore._

Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives
She builds our quiet as she forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
And opens in each heart a little heaven.


His noble negligences teach
What others' toils despair to reach.

_Alma. Canto ii. Line 7._

Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em,
And oft repeating, they believe 'em.

_Alma. Canto iii. Line 13._

Abra was ready ere I called her name;
And though I called another, Abra came.

_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book ii. Line 364._

For hope is but the dream of those that wake.[288-3]

_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 102._

Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;
And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.

_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 240._

A Rechabite poor Will must live,
And drink of Adam's ale.[289-1]

_The Wandering Pilgrim._


[287-2] Noisy jargon of the schools.--POMFRET: _Reason._

The sounding jargon of the schools.--COWPER: _Truth, line 367._

But all the pleasure of the game
Is afar off to view the flight.

_Variations in a copy dated 1692._

[287-4] See Davenant, page 217.

[287-5] See Jonson, page 180. Also Dryden, page 268.

[287-6] Fine by defect, and delicately weak.--POPE: _Moral Essays,
epistle ii. line 43._

[288-1] As men that be lothe to departe do often take their leff.
[John Clerk to Wolsey.]--ELLIS: _Letters, third series, vol. i. p.

"A loth to depart" was the common term for a song, or a tune
played, on taking leave of friends. TARLTON: _News out of
Purgatory_ (about 1689). CHAPMAN: _Widow's Tears._ MIDDLETON: _The
Old Law, act iv. sc. 1._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit at Several
Weapons, act ii. sc. 2._

[288-2] The following epitaph was written long before the time of

Johnnie Carnegie lais heer,
Descendit of Adam and Eve.
Gif ony con gang hieher,
Ise willing give him leve.

[288-3] This thought is ascribed to Aristotle by Diogenes Laertius
(_Aristotle, v. xi._), who, when asked what hope is, answered,
"The dream of a waking man." Menage, in his "Observations upon
Laertius," says that Stobæus (_Serm. cix._) ascribes it to Pindar,
while Ælian (_Var. Hist. xiii. 29_) refers it to Plato.

Et spes inanes, et velut somnia quædam, vigilantium (Vain hopes
are like certain dreams of those who wake).--QUINTILIAN: _vi. 2,

[289-1] A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.--TOM
BROWN: _Works, vol. iv. p. 11._

JOHN POMFRET. 1667-1703.

We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe,
And still adore the hand that gives the blow.[289-2]

_Verses to his Friend under Affliction._

Heaven is not always angry when he strikes,
But most chastises those whom most he likes.

_Verses to his Friend under Affliction._


[289-2] See Dryden, page 277.

JONATHAN SWIFT. 1667-1745.

I 've often wish'd that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year;
A handsome house to lodge a friend;
A river at my garden's end;
A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land set out to plant a wood.

_Imitation of Horace, Book ii. Sat. 6._

So geographers, in Afric maps,
With savage pictures fill their gaps,
And o'er unhabitable downs
Place elephants for want of towns.[289-3]

_Poetry, a Rhapsody._

Where Young must torture his invention
To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.

_Poetry, a Rhapsody._

Hobbes clearly proves that every creature
Lives in a state of war by nature.

_Poetry, a Rhapsody._

So, naturalists observe, a flea
Has smaller fleas that on him prey;
And these have smaller still to bite 'em;
And so proceed _ad infinitum_.[290-1]

_Poetry, a Rhapsody._

Libertas et natale solum:
Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.

_Verses occasioned by Whitshed's Motto on his Coach._

A college joke to cure the dumps.

_Cassinus and Peter._

'T is an old maxim in the schools,
That flattery 's the food of fools;
Yet now and then your men of wit
Will condescend to take a bit.

_Cadenus and Vanessa._

Hail fellow, well met.[290-2]

_My Lady's Lamentation._

Big-endians and small-endians.[290-3]

_Gulliver's Travels. Part i. Chap. iv. Voyage to Lilliput._

And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears
of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground
where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and
do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of
politicians put together.

_Gulliver's Travels. Part ii. Chap. vii. Voyage to Brobdingnag._

He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams
out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically
sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers.

_Gulliver's Travels. Part iii. Chap. v. Voyage to Laputa._

It is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second
place have an undoubted title to the first.

_Tale of a Tub. Dedication._

Seamen have a custom, when they meet a whale, to fling him out an
empty tub by way of amusement, to divert him from laying violent
hands upon the ship.[291-1]

_Tale of a Tub. Preface._

Bread is the staff of life.[291-2]

_Tale of a Tub. Preface._

Books, the children of the brain.

_Tale of a Tub. Sect. i._

As boys do sparrows, with flinging salt upon their tails.[291-3]

_Tale of a Tub. Sect. vii._

He made it a part of his religion never to say grace to his meat.

_Tale of a Tub. Sect. xi._

How we apples swim![291-4]

_Brother Protestants._

The two noblest things, which are sweetness and light.

_Battle of the Books._

The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies
spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._

Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._

A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._

If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would
not have given them to such a scoundrel.

_Letter to Miss Vanbromrigh, Aug. 12, 1720._

Not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole.

_Letter to Bolingbroke, March 21, 1729._

A penny for your thoughts.[292-1]

_Introduction to Polite Conversation._

Do you think I was born in a wood to be afraid of an owl?

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

The sight of you is good for sore eyes.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

'T is as cheap sitting as standing.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

She 's no chicken; she 's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be
a day.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

She looks as if butter wou'dn't melt in her mouth.[292-2]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

If it had been a bear it would have bit you.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

I mean you lie--under a mistake.[292-3]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

_Lord M._ What religion is he of?

_Lord Sp._ Why, he is an Anythingarian.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._

He was a bold man that first eat an oyster.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

That is as well said as if I had said it myself.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

You must take the will for the deed.[292-4]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

Fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

She has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his
whole body.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

They say a carpenter 's known by his chips.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and
Doctor Merryman.[293-1]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

I 'll give you leave to call me anything, if you don't call me

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

May you live all the days of your life.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

I have fed like a farmer: I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

I always like to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have
the prayers of the Church to preserve all that travel by land or
by water.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats
and dogs.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

I thought you and he were hand-in-glove.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._

'T is happy for him that his father was before him.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._

There is none so blind as they that won't see.[293-2]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._

She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._

She pays him in his own coin.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._

There was all the world and his wife.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._

Sharp 's the word with her.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._

There 's two words to that bargain.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._

I shall be like that tree,--I shall die at the top.

_Scott's Life of Swift._[294-1]


[289-3] As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps
parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in
the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy
deserts full of wild beasts and unapproachable bogs.--PLUTARCH:

Great fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite 'em,
And little fleas have lesser fleas, and so _ad infinitum_.
And the great fleas themselves, in turn, have greater fleas to go on;
While these again have greater still, and greater still, and so on.

DE MORGAN: _A Budget of Paradoxes, p. 377._

[290-2] ROWLAND: _Knave of Hearts_ (1612). RAY: _Proverbs._ TOM
BROWN: _Amusement, viii._

[290-3] As the political parties of Whig and Tory are pointed out
by the high and low heels of the Lilliputians (Framecksan and
Hamecksan), those of Papist and Protestant are designated under
the Big-endians and Small-endians.

[291-1] In Sebastian Munster's "Cosmography" there is a cut of a
ship to which a whale was coming too close for her safety, and of
the sailors throwing a tub to the whale, evidently to play with.
This practice is also mentioned in an old prose translation of the
"Ship of Fools."--Sir JAMES MACKINTOSH: _Appendix to the Life of
Sir Thomas More._

[291-2] See Mathew Henry, page 283.

[291-3] Till they be bobbed on the tails after the manner of
sparrows.--RABELAIS: _book ii. chap. xiv._

[291-4] RAY: _Proverbs._ MALLET: _Tyburn._

[292-1] See Heywood, page 16.

[292-2] See Heywood, page 13.

[292-3] You lie--under a mistake.--SHELLEY: _Magico Prodigioso,
scene 1_ (a translation of Calderon).

[292-4] The will for deed I doe accept.--DU BARTAS: _Divine Weeks
and Works, third day, week ii. part 2._

The will for the deed.--CIBBER: _The Rival Fools, act iii._

Use three physicians
Still: first, Dr. Quiet;
Next, Dr. Merryman,
And Dr. Dyet.

_Regimen Sanitatis Salernitanum_ (edition 1607).

[293-2] See Mathew Henry, page 283.

[294-1] When the poem of "Cadenus and Vanessa" was the general
topic of conversation, some one said, "Surely that Vanessa must be
an extraordinary woman that could inspire the Dean to write so
finely upon her." Mrs. Johnson smiled, and answered that "she
thought that point not quite so clear; for it was well known the
Dean could write finely upon a broomstick."--JOHNSON: _Life of


Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

_The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1._

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

_The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1._

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.[294-2]

_The Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8._

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

_The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12._

If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see
That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.

_The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12._

Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the
first magnitude.

_Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5._

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a

_Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 7._

Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

_The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2._

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.[295-1]

_The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1._

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.[295-2]

_Letter to Cobham._


[294-2] We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a
disappointed woman.--CIBBER: _Love's Last Shift, act iv._

[294-3] Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.--FOOTE: _The
Author, act 2._

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.--BYRON: _A Sketch._

[295-1] See Shakespeare, page 72.

[295-2] Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer.--YOUNG: _Night
Thoughts, night i. line 390._

SAMUEL GARTH.[295-3] 1670-1719.

To die is landing on some silent shore
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.

_The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225._

I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.[295-4]

_Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20_ (translated by Tate and Stonestreet,
edited by Garth).

For all their luxury was doing good.[295-5]

_Claremont. Line 149._


Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy;
Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.

CHRISTOPHER CODRINGTON: _Lines addressed to Garth on his

[295-4] I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst
pursue.--PETRARCH: _Sonnet ccxxv. canzone xxi. To Laura in Life._

See Shakespeare, page 60.

[295-5] And learn the luxury of doing good.--GOLDSMITH: _The
Traveller, line 22._ CRABBE: _Tales of the Hall, book iii._
GRAVES: _The Epicure._

COLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757.

So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love,
And thus the soldier arm'd with resolution
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act ii. Sc. 1._

Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iii. Sc. 1._

The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.[296-1]

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iii. Sc. 1._

I 've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes.
Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me,
Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes:
I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iv. Sc. 3._

Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iv. Sc. 3._

And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay
Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._

With clink of hammers closing rivets up.[296-2]

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._

Perish that thought! No, never be it said
That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard.
Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain!
Conscience, avaunt! Richard 's himself again!
Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away!
My soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._

A weak invention of the enemy.[296-3]

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._

As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.

_Love's Last Shift. Act ii._

We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a
disappointed woman,--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a
parting pang.[296-4]

_Love's Last Shift. Act iv._

Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new before they 're ended.

_Prologue to the Double Gallant._

Possession is eleven points in the law.

_Woman's Wit. Act i._

Words are but empty thanks.

_Woman's Wit. Act v._

This business will never hold water.

_She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not. Act iv._

Losers must have leave to speak.

_The Rival Fools. Act i._

Stolen sweets are best.

_The Rival Fools. Act i._

The will for the deed.[297-1]

_The Rival Fools. Act iii._

Within one of her.

_The Rival Fools. Act v._

I don't see it.

_The Careless Husband. Act ii. Sc. 2._

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks,
And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.[297-2]


[296-1] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 219.

[296-2] See Shakespeare, page 92.

[296-3] See Shakespeare, page 98.

[296-4] See Congreve, page 294.

[297-1] See Swift, page 292.

[297-2] A parody on Pope's lines:--

Graced as thou art with all the power of words,
So known, so honoured at the House of Lords.


Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to
behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; to love her
was a liberal education.[297-3]

_Tatler. No. 49._

Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously

_Spectator. No. 266._


[297-3] Lady Elizabeth Hastings.

JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-1719.

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato and of Rome.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 1._

Thy steady temper, Portius,
Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar,
In the calm lights of mild philosophy.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 1._

'T is not in mortals to command success,
But we 'll do more, Sempronius,--we 'll deserve it.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 2._

Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._

'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul;
I think the Romans call it stoicism.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._

Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget
The pale, unripened beauties of the north.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._

My voice is still for war.
Gods! can a Roman senate long debate
Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?

_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._

Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us!

_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._

The woman that deliberates is lost.

_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 1._

Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.

_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._

What a pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!

_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._

When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
The post of honour is a private station.[298-1]

_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._

It must be so,--Plato, thou reasonest well!
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread and inward horror
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'T is the divinity that stirs within us;
'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

_Cato. Act v. Sc. 1._

I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me:
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,[299-1]
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

_Cato. Act v. Sc. 1._

Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.

_Cato. Act v. Sc. 4._

From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.

_Cato. Act v. Sc. 4._

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,
Poetic fields encompass me around,
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[299-2]

_A Letter from Italy._

Unbounded courage and compassion join'd,
Tempering each other in the victor's mind,
Alternately proclaim him good and great,
And make the hero and the man complete.

_The Campaign. Line 219._

And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[299-3]

_The Campaign. Line 291._

And those that paint them truest praise them most.[300-1]

_The Campaign. Last line._

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.


Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.


For ever singing as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.


Should the whole frame of Nature round him break,
In ruin and confusion hurled,
He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack,
And stand secure amidst a falling world.

_Horace. Ode iii. Book iii._

In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow,
Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,
Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.[300-2]

_Spectator. No. 68._

Much may be said on both sides.[300-3]

_Spectator. No. 122._

The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.

_Spectator. No. 444._

Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes.

_Prologue to The Drummer._


Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation!
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honour shall be mine.

GAY: _Fables, Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds._

[299-1] Smiling always with a never fading serenity of
countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.--ISAAC BARROW
(1630-1677): _Duty of Thanksgiving, Works, vol. i. p. 66._

[299-2] Malone states that this was the first time the phrase
"classic ground," since so common, was ever used.

[299-3] This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found
in the "Dunciad," book iii. line 264.

[300-1] He best can paint them who shall feel them most.--POPE:
_Eloisa to Abelard, last line._

[300-2] A translation of Martial, xii. 47, who imitated Ovid,
Amores iii. 11, 39.

[300-3] Much may be said on both sides.--FIELDING: _The Covent
Garden Tragedy, act i. sc. 8._

NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.

As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,
And none could be unhappy but the great.[301-1]

_The Fair Penitent. Prologue._

At length the morn and cold indifference came.[301-2]

_The Fair Penitent. Act i. Sc. 1._

Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?

_The Fair Penitent. Act iii. Sc. 1._

Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario?

_The Fair Penitent. Act v. Sc. i._


[301-1] None think the great unhappy, but the great.--YOUNG: _The
Love of Fame, satire 1, line 238._

[301-2] But with the morning cool reflection came.--SCOTT:
_Chronicles of the Canongate, chap. iv._

Scott also quotes it in his notes to "The Monastery," chap. iii.
note 11; and with "calm" substituted for "cool" in "The
Antiquary," chap. v.; and with "repentance" for "reflection" in
"Rob Roy," chap. xii.

ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748.

Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me?

_Divine Songs. Song iv._

A flower, when offered in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.

_Divine Songs. Song xii._

And he that does one fault at first
And lies to hide it, makes it two.[301-3]

_Divine Songs. Song xv._

Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 't is their nature too.

_Divine Songs. Song xvi._

But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.

_Divine Songs. Song xvi._

Birds in their little nests agree;
And 't is a shameful sight
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.

_Divine Songs. Song xvii._

How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!

_Divine Songs. Song xx._

For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.

_Divine Songs. Song xx._

In books, or work, or healthful play.

_Divine Songs. Song xx._

I have been there, and still would go;
'T is like a little heaven below.

_Divine Songs. Song xxviii._

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber!
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

_A Cradle Hymn._

'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."

_The Sluggard._

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high.

_Psalm v._

From all who dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

_Psalm cxvii._

Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,
Over the hills where spices grow.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79._

And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 88._

Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long!

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19._

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63._

The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63._

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I 'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 65._

There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 66._

So, when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side by turns;
And 't is a poor relief we gain
To change the place, but keep the pain.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 146._

Were I so tall to reach the pole,
Or grasp the ocean with my span,
I must be measured by my soul:
The mind 's the standard of the man.[303-1]

_Horæ Lyricæ. Book ii. False Greatness._

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given
By all on earth, and all in heaven.



[301-3] See Herbert, page 205.

[303-1] I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is
the proper judge of the man.--SENECA: _On a Happy Life_
(L'Estrange's Abstract), _chap. i._

It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our
immortal soul.--OVID: _Metamorphoses, xiii._


The balance of power.

_Speech, 1741._

Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views
of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended
patriots, of whom he said, "All those men have their

COXE: _Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369._

Anything but history, for history must be false.

_Walpoliana. No. 141._

The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future


[304-1] "All men have their price" is commonly ascribed to

[304-2] Hazlitt, in his "Wit and Humour," says, "This is Walpole's

The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving
greater benefits.--ROCHEFOUCAULD: _Maxim 298._


I have read somewhere or other,--in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I
think,--that history is philosophy teaching by examples.[304-3]

_On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2._

The dignity of history.[304-4]

_On the Study and Use of History. Letter v._

It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real
and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows
Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and
in his word.[304-5]

_Letter to Mr. Pope._


[304-3] Dionysius of Halicarnassus (quoting Thucydides), Ars Rhet.
xi. 2, says: "The contact with manners then is education; and this
Thucydides appears to assert when he says history is philosophy
learned from examples."

[304-4] HENRY FIELDING: _Tom Jones, book xi. chap. ii._ HORACE
WALPOLE: _Advertisement to Letter to Sir Horace Mann._ MACAULAY:
_History of England, vol. i. chap. i._

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 331._


_Cos._ Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour?

_Kite._ Oh, a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed
at Ware: ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never
feel one another.

_The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1._

I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.

_The Beaux' Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 1._

'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.[305-1]

_The Beaux' Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 2._

Necessity, the mother of invention.[305-2]

_The Twin Rivals. Act i._


[305-1] Leaving his country for his country's sake.--FITZ-GEFFREY:
_The Life and Death of Sir Francis Drake, stanza 213_ (1596).

True patriots all; for, be it understood,
We left our country for our country's good.

GEORGE BARRINGTON: _Prologue written for the opening of the
Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796. New South Wales, p.

[305-2] Art imitates Nature, and necessity is the mother of
invention.--RICHARD FRANCK: _Northern Memoirs_ (written in 1658,
printed in 1694).

Necessity is the mother of invention.--WYCHERLEY: _Love in a Wood,
act iii. sc. 3_ (1672).

Magister artis ingenique largitor
(Hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention).

PERSIUS: _Prolog. line 10._

THOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1717.

Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.

_When thy Beauty appears._

Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

_The Hermit. Line 5._

We call it only pretty Fanny's way.

_An Elegy to an Old Beauty._

Let those love now who never loved before;
Let those who always loved, now love the more.

_Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris._[306-1]


[306-1] Written in the time of Julius Cæsar, and by some ascribed
to Catullus:

Cras amet qui numquam amavit;
Quique amavit, cras amet

(Let him love to-morrow who never loved before; and he as well who
has loved, let him love to-morrow).

BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733.

True as the needle to the pole,
Or as the dial to the sun.[306-2]



[306-2] See Butler, page 215.

EDWARD YOUNG. 1684-1765.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 1._

Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 18._

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,--
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 23._

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
But from its loss.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 55._

Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 67._

To waft a feather or to drown a fly.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 154._

Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?
Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain;
And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 212._

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.[306-3]

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 390._

Procrastination is the thief of time.

_Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 393._

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 417._

All men think all men mortal but themselves.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 424._

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 24._

And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 51._

Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed:
Who does the best his circumstance allows
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 90._

"I 've lost a day!"--the prince who nobly cried,
Had been an emperor without his crown.[307-1]

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 99._

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 112._

The spirit walks of every day deceased.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 180._

Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites,
Hell threatens.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 292._

Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 334._

'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
And ask them what report they bore to heaven.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 376._

Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 466._

How blessings brighten as they take their flight!

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 602._

The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileg'd beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 633._

A death-bed 's a detector of the heart.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 641._

Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.[308-1]

_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 63._

Beautiful as sweet,
And young as beautiful, and soft as young,
And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 81._

Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay;
And if in death still lovely, lovelier there;
Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.[308-2]

_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 104._

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself
That hideous sight,--a naked human heart.

_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 226._

The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 10._

Man makes a death which Nature never made.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 15._

And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 17._

Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 71._

Man wants but little, nor that little long.[308-3]

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 118._

A God all mercy is a God unjust.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 233._

'T is impious in a good man to be sad.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 676._

A Christian is the highest style of man.[308-4]

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 788._

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 843._

By night an atheist half believes a God.

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 177._

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven.[308-5]

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 600._

We see time's furrows on another's brow,
And death intrench'd, preparing his assault;
How few themselves in that just mirror see!

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 627._

Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.[309-1]

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 661._

While man is growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.[309-2]

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 717._

That life is long which answers life's great end.

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 773._

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 775._

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.[309-3]

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 1011._

Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
Each man makes his own stature, builds himself.
Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids;
Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.

_Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 309._

And all may do what has by man been done.

_Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 606._

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

_Night Thoughts. Night vii. Line 496._

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 215._

Prayer ardent opens heaven.

_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 721._

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 793._

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 1045._

Final Ruin fiercely drives
Her ploughshare o'er creation.[309-4]

_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 167._

'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,--
Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.

_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 644._

An undevout astronomer is mad.

_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 771._

The course of Nature is the art of God.[310-1]

_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 1267._

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art,
Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51._

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 89._

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise;
The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 145._

They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,
Produce their debt instead of their discharge.

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 147._

None think the great unhappy but the great.[310-2]

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 238._

Unlearned men of books assume the care,
As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.

_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 83._

The booby father craves a booby son,
And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.

_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 165._

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,
And men talk only to conceal the mind.[310-3]

_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 207._

Be wise with speed;
A fool at forty is a fool indeed.

_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282._

And waste their music on the savage race.[311-1]

_Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 228._

For her own breakfast she 'll project a scheme,
Nor take her tea without a stratagem.

_Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190._

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.

_Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 208._

One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

_Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55._

How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

_Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97._

The man that makes a character makes foes.

_To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28._

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

_To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277._

Accept a miracle instead of wit,--
See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.

_Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield._

Time elaborately thrown away.

_The Last Day. Book i._

There buds the promise of celestial worth.

_The Last Day. Book iii._

In records that defy the tooth of time.

_The Statesman's Creed._

Great let me call him, for he conquered me.

_The Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1._

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
With whom revenge is virtue.

_The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2._

The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

_The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2._

And friend received with thumps upon the back.[312-1]

_Universal Passion._


[306-3] See Congreve, page 295.

[307-1] Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus: "Once at supper,
reflecting that he had done nothing for any that day, he broke out
into that memorable and justly admired saying, 'My friends, I have
lost a day!'"--SUETONIUS: _Lives of the Twelve Cæsars_.
(Translation by Alexander Thomson.)

[308-1] See Shakespeare, page 143.

[308-2] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. Dryden, page 272.

Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.

GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit, stanza 8._

[308-4] See Dryden, page 268.

[308-5] See Dryden, page 270.

[309-1] See Dryden, page 268.

[309-2] See Bishop Hall, page 182.

[309-3] See Quarles, page 203.

Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate
Full on thy bloom.

BURNS: _To a Mountain Daisy._

[310-1] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 218.

[310-2] See Nicholas Rowe, page 301.

[310-3] Speech was made to open man to man, and not to hide him;
to promote commerce, and not betray it.--LLOYD: _State Worthies_
(1665; edited by Whitworth), _vol. i. p. 503._

Speech was given to the ordinary sort of men whereby to
communicate their mind; but to wise men, whereby to conceal
it.--ROBERT SOUTH: _Sermon, April 30, 1676._

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to
conceal them.--GOLDSMITH: _The Bee, No. 3._ (Oct. 20, 1759.)

Ils ne se servent de la pensée que pour autoriser leurs
injustices, et emploient les paroles que pour déguiser leurs
pensées (Men use thought only to justify their wrong doings, and
employ speech only to conceal their thoughts).--VOLTAIRE:
_Dialogue xiv. Le Chapon et la Poularde_ (1766).

When Harel wished to put a joke or witticism into circulation, he
was in the habit of connecting it with some celebrated name, on
the chance of reclaiming it if it took. Thus he assigned to
Talleyrand, in the "Nain Jaune," the phrase, "Speech was given to
man to disguise his thoughts."--FOURNIER: _L'Esprit dans

[311-1] And waste their sweetness on the desert air.--GRAY:
_Elegy, stanza 14._ CHURCHILL: _Gotham, book ii. line 20._

The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves, by thumping on your back.

COWPER: _On Friendship._


Westward the course of empire takes its way;[312-2]
The four first acts already past,
A fifth shall close the drama with the day:
Time's noblest offspring is the last.

_On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America._

Our youth we can have but to-day,
We may always find time to grow old.

_Can Love be controlled by Advice?_[312-3]

[Tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to
the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but
not inebriate.[312-4]

_Siris. Par. 217._


[312-2] See Daniel, page 39.

Westward the star of empire takes its way.--JOHN QUINCY ADAMS:
_Oration at Plymouth, 1802._

[312-3] AIKEN: _Vocal Poetry_ (London, 1810).

That cheer but not inebriate.

COWPER: _The Task, book iv._

JANE BRERETON. 1685-1740.

The picture placed the busts between
Adds to the thought much strength;
Wisdom and Wit are little seen,
But Folly 's at full length.

_On Beau Nash's Picture at full length between the Busts of Sir Isaac
Newton and Mr. Pope._[312-5]


[312-5] DYCE: _Specimens of British Poetesses._ (This epigram is
generally ascribed to Chesterfield. See Campbell, "English Poets,"
_note_, p. 521.)

AARON HILL. 1685-1750.

First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't;
If she will do 't, she will; and there 's an end on 't.
But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.[313-1]

_Zara. Epilogue._

Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.

'T is the same with common natures:
Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.

_Verses written on a window in Scotland._


[313-1] The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on
the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:--

Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;
And if she won't, she won't; so there 's an end on 't.

_The Examiner, May 31, 1829._

THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740.

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;
And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.

_On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41._

Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.

_On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 45._

There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high
The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.[313-2]

_On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 81._

The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.

_To a Lady with a Present of Flowers._

I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says I must not stay;
I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.

_Colin and Lucy._


[313-2] He who should teach men to die, would at the same time
teach them to live.--MONTAIGNE: _Essays, book i. chap. ix._

I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to
live; and I will show you in a very short time how to
die.--SANDYS: _Anglorum Speculum, p. 903._

Teach him how to live,
And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.

PORTEUS: _Death, line 316._

He taught them how to live and how to die.--SOMERVILLE: _In Memory
of the Rev. Mr. Moore._

SAMUEL MADDEN. 1687-1765.

Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just,
Stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,--
Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,
Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind.
There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie,
And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty eye.

_Boulter's Monument._

Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.[314-1]

_Boulter's Monument._


[314-1] See Herbert, page 206.

ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
To low ambition and the pride of kings.
Let us (since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us, and to die)
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.[314-2]

_Essay on Man.

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