Epistle i. Line 1._
Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 9._
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can,
But vindicate the ways of God to man.[315-1]
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 13._
Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 17._
'T is but a part we see, and not a whole.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 60._
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate,
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 77._
Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 83._
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 87._
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest.[315-2]
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 95._
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His soul proud Science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 99._
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 111._
In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
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.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 123._
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.[316-1]
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 139._
Why has not man a microscopic eye?
For this plain reason,--man is not a fly.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 193._
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 200._
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.[316-2]
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 217._
Remembrance and reflection how allied!
What thin partitions sense from thought divide![316-3]
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 225._
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 267._
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 271._
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns
As the rapt seraph that adores and burns:
To Him no high, no low, no great, no small;[316-4]
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all!
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 277._
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.[316-5]
_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289._
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.[317-1]
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 1._
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused or disabused;
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,--
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.[317-2]
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 13._
Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 63._
In lazy apathy let stoics boast
Their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost;
Contracted all, retiring to the breast;
But strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 101._
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail,
Reason the card, but passion is the gale.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 107._
And hence one master-passion in the breast,
Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 131._
The young disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 135._
Extremes in nature equal ends produce;
In man they join to some mysterious use.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 205._
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen;[317-3]
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 217._
Ask where 's the North? At York 't is on the Tweed;
In Scotland at the Orcades; and there,
At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 222._
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,--
Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 231._
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw;
Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,
A little louder, but as empty quite;
Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,
And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age.
Pleased with this bauble still, as that before,
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 274._
While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!"
"See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.[318-1]
_Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 45._
Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 177._
The enormous faith of many made for one.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 242._
For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administer'd is best.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.[318-2]
In faith and hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 303._
O happiness! our being's end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 1._
Order is Heaven's first law.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 49._
Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
Lie in three words,--health, peace, and competence.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 79._
The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 168._
Honour and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 193._
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunello.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 203._
What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 215._
A wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man 's the noblest work of God.[319-1]
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 247._
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas;
And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels
Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.
In parts superior what advantage lies?
Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise?
'T is but to know how little can be known;
To see all others' faults, and feel our own.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 254._
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 261._
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind!
Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,[319-2]
See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame![319-3]
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 281._
Know then this truth (enough for man to know),--
"Virtue alone is happiness below."
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 309._
Never elated when one man 's oppress'd;
Never dejected while another 's bless'd.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 323._
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.[320-1]
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 331._
Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.[320-2]
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 379._
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph and partake the gale?
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 385._
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 390._
That virtue only makes our bliss below,[320-3]
And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.
_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 397._
To observations which ourselves we make,
We grow more partial for th' observer's sake.
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 11._
Like following life through creatures you dissect,
You lose it in the moment you detect.
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 20._
In vain sedate reflections we would make
When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take.
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 39._
Not always actions show the man; we find
Who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 109._
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave,
He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave:
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,--
His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 115._
'T is from high life high characters are drawn;
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 135._
'T is education forms the common mind:
Just as the twig is bent the tree 's inclined.
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 149._
Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes,
Tenets with books, and principles with times.[321-1]
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 172._
"Odious! in woollen! 't would a saint provoke,"
Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 246._
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 262._
Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 15._
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 19._
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.[321-2]
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 43._
With too much quickness ever to be taught;
With too much thinking to have common thought.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 97._
Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer,
Childless with all her children, wants an heir;
To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store,
Or wanders heaven-directed to the poor.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 147._
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour,
Content to dwell in decencies forever.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 163._
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
But every woman is at heart a rake.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 215._
See how the world its veterans rewards!
A youth of frolics, an old age of cards.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 243._
Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day!
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 257._
Most women have no characters at all.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 2._
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
Or if she rules him, never shows she rules.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 261._
And mistress of herself though china fall.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 268._
Woman 's at best a contradiction still.
_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 270._
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 1._
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply!
That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 39._
_P._ What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. _B._ What more?
_P._ Meat, fine clothes, and fire.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 79._
But thousands die without or this or that,--
Die, and endow a college or a cat.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 95._
The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 153._
Extremes in Nature equal good produce;
Extremes in man concur to general use.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 161._
Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 250._
Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.[322-1]
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 282._
Who builds a church to God and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 285._
In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 299._
Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 339._
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
_Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 43._
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.[322-2]
_Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 149._
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
_Epistle to Mr. Addison. Line 67._
'T is with our judgments as our watches,--none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.[323-1]
_Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 9._
One science only will one genius fit:
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
_Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 60._
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
_Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 152._
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem,
Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.[323-2]
_Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 177._
Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind;
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,--
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 1._
A little learning is a dangerous thing;[323-3]
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 15._
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 32._
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.[323-4]
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 53._
True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 97._
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 109._
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style,
Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 126._
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold,
Alike fantastic if too new or old:
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 133._
Some to church repair,
Not for the doctrine, but the music there.
These equal syllables alone require,
Though oft the ear the open vowels tire;
While expletives their feeble aid to join,
And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 142._
A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 156._
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,--
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 162._
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows,
And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar.
When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,
The line too labours, and the words move slow:
Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 166._
Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move;
For fools admire, but men of sense approve.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 190._
But let a lord once own the happy lines,
How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 220._
Envy will merit as its shade pursue,
But like a shadow proves the substance true.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 266._
To err is human, to forgive divine.[325-1]
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 325._
All seems infected that th' infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.
_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 358._
And make each day a critic on the last.
_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 12._
Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
And things unknown propos'd as things forgot.
_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 15._
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.
_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 53._
Most authors steal their works, or buy;
Garth did not write his own Dispensary.
_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 59._
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.[325-2]
_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 66._
Led by the light of the Mæonian star.
_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 89._
Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view,
The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.[325-3]
_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 180._
What dire offence from amorous causes springs!
What mighty contests rise from trivial things!
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 1._
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 134._
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore
Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 7._
If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you 'll forget them all.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 17._
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.[326-1]
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 27._
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 7._
At every word a reputation dies.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 16._
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 21._
Coffee, which makes the politician wise,
And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 117._
The meeting points the sacred hair dissever
From the fair head, forever, and forever!
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 153._
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iv. Line 123._
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto v. Line 34._
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said;
Tie up the knocker! say I 'm sick, I 'm dead.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 1._
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 5._
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 12._
Is there a parson much bemused in beer,
A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer,
A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross,
Who pens a stanza when he should engross?
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 15._
Friend to my life, which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 27._
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 44._
Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it,
And shame the fools."
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 61._
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 84._
Destroy his fib or sophistry--in vain!
The creature 's at his dirty work again.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 91._
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 127._
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms![327-1]
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 169._
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning;
And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 186._
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.[327-2]
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 197._
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;[327-3]
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 201._
By flatterers besieg'd,
And so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd;
Like Cato, give his little senate laws,[327-4]
And sit attentive to his own applause.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 207._
Who but must laugh, if such a man there be?
Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 213._
"On wings of winds came flying all abroad."[327-5]
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 218._
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 283._
Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 307._
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 315._
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 333._
That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long,
But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.[328-1]
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 340._
Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age;
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death;
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep awhile one parent from the sky.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408._
Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 6._
Satire 's my weapon, but I 'm too discreet
To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 69._
But touch me, and no minister so sore;
Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,
And the sad burden of some merry song.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 76._
Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 110._
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 127._
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[328-2]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159._
Give me again my hollow tree,
A crust of bread, and liberty.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220._
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue
i. Line 136._
To Berkeley every virtue under heaven.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue
ii. Line 73._
When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38._
He 's armed without that 's innocent within.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94._
Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;
If not, by any means get wealth and place.[329-1]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 103._
Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.[329-2]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 26._
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 35._
The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 108._
One simile that solitary shines
In the dry desert of a thousand lines.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 111._
Then marble soften'd into life grew warm,
And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.[329-3]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 147._
Who says in verse what others say in prose.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 202._
Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join
The varying verse, the full resounding line,
The long majestic march, and energy divine.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 267._
E'en copious Dryden wanted or forgot
The last and greatest art,--the art to blot.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280._
Who pants for glory finds but short repose:
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.[329-4]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300._
There still remains to mortify a wit
The many-headed monster of the pit.[329-5]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 304._
Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.[330-1]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 413._
Years following years steal something every day;
At last they steal us from ourselves away.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 72._
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 85._
Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 168._
Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words,
So known, so honour'd at the House of Lords.[330-2]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle vi. Book i. To Mr.
Murray._
Vain was the chief's the sage's pride!
They had no poet, and they died.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Odes. Book iv. Ode 9._
Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.
_Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton._
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy.
_Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Chap. xi._
O thou! whatever title please thine ear,
Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver!
Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air,
Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy-chair.
_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 19._
Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale,
Where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs,
And solid pudding against empty praise.
_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 52._
Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er,
But lived in Settle's numbers one day more.
_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 89._
While pensive poets painful vigils keep,
Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.
_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 93._
Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.
_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 127._
Or where the pictures for the page atone,
And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own.
_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 139._
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.
_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 279._
And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
_The Dunciad. Book ii. Line 34._
Another, yet the same.[331-1]
_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 90._
Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn,
And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.
_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 109._
All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.[331-2]
_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 158._
Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
And makes night hideous;[331-3]--answer him, ye owls!
_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 165._
And proud his mistress' order to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[331-4]
_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 263._
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.[331-5]
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 90._
How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast!
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 169._
The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 188._
Stuff the head
With all such reading as was never read:
For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it,
And write about it, goddess, and about it.
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 249._
To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines,
Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 301._
Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round,
And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 311._
Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd.
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 318._
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yawn confess
The pains and penalties of idleness.
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 342._
E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 614._
Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires,
And unawares Morality expires.
Nor public flame nor private dares to shine;
Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restor'd,
Light dies before thy uncreating word;
Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall,
And universal darkness buries all.
_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649._
Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51._
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 57._
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 66._
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 74._
And love the offender, yet detest the offence.[333-1]
_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 192._
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 207._
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.[333-2]
_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 273._
See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.
_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 323._
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.[333-3]
_Eloisa to Abelard. Last line._
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But as the world, harmoniously confus'd,
Where order in variety we see,
And where, though all things differ, all agree.
_Windsor Forest. Line 13._
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
_Windsor Forest. Line 61._
From old Belerium to the northern main.
_Windsor Forest. Line 316._
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call;
She comes unlooked for if she comes at all.
_The Temple of Fame. Line 513._
Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown;
O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
_The Temple of Fame. Last line._
I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
_On the Collar of a Dog._
There, take (says Justice), take ye each a shell:
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you;
'T was a fat oyster,--live in peace,--adieu.[334-1]
_Verbatim from Boileau._
Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.
_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 1._
Thou great First Cause, least understood.
_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 2._
And binding Nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 3._
And deal damnation round the land.
_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 7._
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.[334-2]
_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 10._
Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound.
_Ode on Solitude._
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
_Ode on Solitude._
Vital spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
_The Dying Christian to his Soul._
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
_The Dying Christian to his Soul._
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
_The Dying Christian to his Soul._
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?
_The Dying Christian to his Soul._
What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?[335-1]
_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1._
Is there no bright reversion in the sky
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 9._
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 14._
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.[335-2]
_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 45._
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!
_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 51._
And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show.
_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 57._
How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not,
To whom related, or by whom begot;
A heap of dust alone remains of thee:
'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 71._
Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung,
Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
_Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford._
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
_Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt._
The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
_Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet._
Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit a man, simplicity a child.[335-3]
_Epitaph on Gay._
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state.
While Cato gives his little senate laws,
What bosom beats not in his country's cause?
_Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato._
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole
Can never be a mouse of any soul.[336-1]
_The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 298._
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
_The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 369._
You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come;
Knock as you please, there 's nobody at home.[336-2]
_Epigram._
For he lives twice who can at once employ
The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.[336-3]
_Imitation of Martial._
Who dared to love their country, and be poor.
_On his Grotto at Twickenham._
Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.[336-4]
_Thoughts on Various Subjects._
I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's
misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
_Thoughts on Various Subjects._
Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 1._
The distant Trojans never injur'd me.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 200._
Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 332._
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,--
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 684._
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.[337-1]
_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 771._
Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book ii. Line 970._
Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage,
But wise through time, and narrative with age,
In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice,--
A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 199._
She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 208._
Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 293._
Plough the watery deep.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 357._
The day shall come, that great avenging day
Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay,
When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall,
And one prodigious ruin swallow all.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 196._
First in the fight and every graceful deed.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 295._
The first in banquets, but the last in fight.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 401._
Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!
_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 451._
With all its beauteous honours on its head.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 557._
A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 16._
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,--
Such men as live in these degenerate days.[337-2]
_The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 371._
Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 999._
He held his seat,--a friend to human race.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 18._
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,--
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;[338-1]
Another race the following spring supplies:
They fall successive, and successive rise.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 181._
Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 330._
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 350._
'T is man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 427._
The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 467._
Yet while my Hector still survives, I see
My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 544._
Andromache! my soul's far better part.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 624._
He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 143._
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 364._
I war not with the dead.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 485._
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn,
Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 1._
As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain,
Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,--
So sinks the youth; his beauteous head, deprest
Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 371._
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.[338-2]
_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 412._
Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold:
Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,
Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,
Can bribe the poor possession of a day.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 524._
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 535._
Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd,
Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 628._
A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 725._
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 78._
Content to follow when we lead the way.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 141._
He serves me most who serves his country best.[339-1]
_The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 201._
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 293._
The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xi. Line 394._
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xii. Line 283._
The life which others pay let us bestow,
And give to fame what we to nature owe.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xii. Line 393._
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xiii. Line 106._
The best of things beyond their measure cloy.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xiii. Line 795._
To hide their ignominious heads in Troy.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xiv. Line 170._
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xiv. Line 251._
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 157._
And for our country 't is a bliss to die.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 583._
Like strength is felt from hope and from despair.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 852._
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.[340-1]
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xvi. Line 267._
Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 730._
The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 756._
In death a hero, as in life a friend!
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 758._
Patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train,
Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain!
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 103._
I live an idle burden to the ground.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 134._
Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 303._
Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,--
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 319._
Where'er he mov'd, the goddess shone before.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 127._
The matchless Ganymed, divinely fair.[340-2]
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 278._
'T is fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 290._
Our business in the field of fight
Is not to question, but to prove our might.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 304._
A mass enormous! which in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.[341-1]
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 337._
The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 85._
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 100._
This, this is misery! the last, the worst
That man can feel.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 106._
No season now for calm familiar talk.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 169._
Jove lifts the golden balances that show
The fates of mortal men, and things below.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 271._
Achilles absent was Achilles still.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 418._
Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 422._
Unwept, unhonour'd, uninterr'd he lies![341-2]
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 484._
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro
In all the raging impotence of woe.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 526._
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 543._
'T is true, 't is certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself: the immortal mind remains.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 122._
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 368._
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,[341-3]
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
'T is more by art than force of num'rous strokes.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 383._
A green old age,[341-4] unconscious of decays,
That proves the hero born in better days.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 929._
Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood,--
The source of evil one, and one of good.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 663._
The mildest manners with the bravest mind.
_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 963._
Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 207._
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 312._
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 315._
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 320._
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will: for Wisdom never lies.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 25._
The lot of man,--to suffer and to die.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 117._
A faultless body and a blameless mind.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 138._
The long historian of my country's woes.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 142._
Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above
With ease can save each object of his love;
Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 285._
When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn,
With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 516._
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 118._
Mirror of constant faith, rever'd and mourn'd!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 229._
There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love:
Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 241._
The glory of a firm, capacious mind.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 262._
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 372._
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,
Is in the common mass of matter lost.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 397._
O thou, whose certain eye foresees
The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 627._
Forget the brother, and resume the man.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 732._
Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 917._
The people's parent, he protected all.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 921._
The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 936._
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 1092._
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,
For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book v. Line 572._
The bank he press'd, and gently kiss'd the ground.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book v. Line 596._
A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 22._
Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales,
And the good suffers while the bad prevails.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 229._
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 247._
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 67._
To heal divisions, to relieve th' opprest;
In virtue rich; in blessing others, blest.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 95._
Oh, pity human woe!
'T is what the happy to the unhappy owe.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 198._
Whose well-taught mind the present age surpast.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 210._
For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 263._
In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 379._
And every eye
Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 17._
Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 192._
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the sky.[344-1]
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 366._
Behold on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 367._
A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 432._
Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,--
A theme of future song!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 631._
Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 20._
Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 28._
Lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 106._
Respect us human, and relieve us poor.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 318._
Rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 29._
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 46._
No more was seen the human form divine.[344-2]
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 278._
And not a man appears to tell their fate.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 308._
Let him, oraculous, the end, the way,
The turns of all thy future fate display.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 642._
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 662._
Thin airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 48._
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 153._
Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.[344-3]
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 387._
The first in glory, as the first in place.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 441._
Soft as some song divine thy story flows.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 458._
Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind
Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.[345-1]
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 531._
What mighty woes
To thy imperial race from woman rose!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 541._
But sure the eye of time beholds no name
So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 591._
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 722._
Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 736._
There in the bright assemblies of the skies.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 745._
Gloomy as night he stands.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 749._
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 31._
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.[345-2]
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 538._
He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear
His voice, that list'ning still they seem'd to hear.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 1._
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 38._
And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind,
The last and hardest conquest of the mind.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 353._
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 375._
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 65._
The sex is ever to a soldier kind.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 246._
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 410._
And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 520._
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme,
And both the golden mean alike condemn.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 79._
True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,--
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.[346-1]
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 83._
For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 429._
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 433._
And taste
The melancholy joy of evils past:
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 434._
For love deceives the best of womankind.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 463._
And would'st thou evil for his good repay?
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvi. Line 448._
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 392._
In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 505._
Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise
Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.[346-2]
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 576._
Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xviii. Line 26._
Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow
For others' good, and melt at others' woe.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xviii. Line 269._
A winy vapour melting in a tear.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xix. Line 143._
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xix. Line 383._
The fool of fate,--thy manufacture, man.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xx. Line 254._
Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xx. Line 461._
Dogs, ye have had your day!
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 41._
For dear to gods and men is sacred song.
Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 382._
So ends the bloody business of the day.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 516._
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell,
In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 19._
The ruins of himself! now worn away
With age, yet still majestic in decay.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 271._
And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.
_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 557._
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be
disappointed.[347-1]
_Letter to Gay, Oct. 6, 1727._
This is the Jew
That Shakespeare drew.[347-2]
FOOTNOTES:
[314-2] See Milton, page 223.
There is no theme more plentiful to scan
Than is the glorious goodly frame of man.
DU BARTAS: _Days and Weeks, third day._
[315-1] See Milton, page 242.
[315-2] Thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always
disposing ourselves to be happy.--PASCAL: _Thoughts, chap. v. 2._
[316-1] All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the
earth serves me to walk upon; the sun to light me; the stars have
their influence upon me.--MONTAIGNE: _Apology for Raimond Sebond._
[316-2] See Sir John Davies, page 176.
[316-3] See Dryden, page 267.
[316-4] There is no great and no small.--EMERSON: _Epigraph to
History._
[316-5] See Dryden, page 276.
[317-1] La vray science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme
(The true science and the true study of man is man).--CHARRON: _De
la Sagesse, lib. i. chap. 1._
Trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers.--PLATO:
_Phædrus._
[317-2] What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a
monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a
prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth,
depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the
glory and the shame of the universe.--PASCAL: _Thoughts, chap. x._
[317-3] See Dryden, page 269.
[318-1] Why may not a goose say thus? . . . there is nothing that
yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me; I am the darling
of Nature. Is it not man that keeps and serves me?--MONTAIGNE:
_Apology for Raimond Sebond._
[318-2] See Cowley, page 260.
[319-1] See Fletcher, page 183.
[319-2] See Cowley, page 262.
[319-3]
May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.
SAVAGE: _Character of Foster._
[320-1] See Bolingbroke, page 304.
[320-2] See Dryden, page 273.
[320-3] 'T is virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell.--COLLINS:
_Oriental Eclogues, i. line 5._
[321-1] Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis (All things
change, and we change with them).--MATTHAIS BORBONIUS: _Deliciæ
Poetarum Germanorum, i. 685._
[321-2] See Prior, page 287.
[322-1] See Milton, page 231.
[322-2] See Brown, page 287.
[323-1] See Suckling, page 256.
[323-2] Quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus (Even the worthy Homer
sometimes nods).--HORACE: _De Arte Poetica, 359._
[323-3] See Bacon, page 166.
[323-4] See Suckling, page 257.
[325-1]
Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang,
To step aside is human.
BURNS: _Address to the Unco Guid._
[325-2] See Shakespeare, page 96.
[325-3] Indocti discant et ament meminisse periti (Let the
unlearned learn, and the learned delight in remembering). This
Latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to Horace, appeared
for the first time as an epigraph to President Hénault's "Abrégé
Chronologique," and in the preface to the third edition of this
work Hénault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of
this couplet.
[326-1] See Burton, page 191.
[327-1] See Bacon, page 168.
[327-2] See Denham, page 258.
[327-3]
When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises;
Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises:
So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises.
P. FLETCHER: _The Purple Island, canto vii._
[327-4] See page 336.
[327-5] See Sternhold, page 23.
[328-1] See Spenser, page 27.
[328-2] This line is repeated in the translation of the Odyssey,
book xv. line 83, with "parting" instead of "going."
[329-1] See Ben Jonson, page 177.
[329-2] See Dryden, page 267.
[329-3]
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
GOLDSMITH: _The Traveller, line 137._
[329-4] A breath can make them as a breath has made.--GOLDSMITH:
_The Deserted Village, line 54._
[329-5] See Sidney, page 34.
[330-1] This line is from a poem entitled "To the Celebrated
Beauties of the British Court," given in Bell's "Fugitive Poetry,"
vol. iii. p. 118.
The following epigram is from "The Grove," London, 1721:--
When one good line did much my wonder raise,
In Br--st's works, I stood resolved to praise,
And had, but that the modest author cries,
"Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise."
_On a certain line of Mr. Br----, Author of a Copy of Verses
called the British Beauties._
[330-2] See Cibber, page 297.
[331-1] Another, yet the same.--TICKELL: _From a Lady in England._
JOHNSON: _Life of Dryden._ DARWIN: _Botanic Garden, part i. canto
iv. line 380._ WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion, Book ix._ SCOTT: _The
Abbot, chap. i._ HORACE: _carmen secundum, line 10._
[331-2]
May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.
SAVAGE: _Character of Foster._
[331-3] See Shakespeare, page 131.
[331-4] See Addison, page 299.
[331-5] See Shakespeare, page 93.
This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits;
but I find he is only a wit among lords.--JOHNSON (_Boswell's
Life_): _vol. ii. ch. i._
A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.--COWPER: _Conversation,
line 298._
Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could
claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.--WALTER
SCOTT: _Life of Napoleon._
He [Steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among
rakes.--MACAULAY: _Review of Aikin's Life of Addison._
Temple was a man of the world among men of letters, a man of
letters among men of the world.--MACAULAY: _Review of Life and
Writings of Sir William Temple._
Greswell in his "Memoirs of Politian" says that Sannazarius
himself, inscribing to this lady [Cassandra Marchesia] an edition
of his Italian Poems, terms her "delle belle eruditissima, delle
erudite bellissima" (most learned of the fair; fairest of the
learned).
Qui stultis videri eruditi volunt stulti eruditis videntur (Those
who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem
foolish).--QUINTILIAN, _x. 7. 22._
[333-1] See Dryden, page 273.
[333-2] Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight.--EDMUND
SMITH: _Phædra and Hippolytus, act i. sc. 1._
[333-3] See Addison, page 300.
[334-1]
"Tenez voilà," dit-elle, "à chacun une écaille,
Des sottises d'autrui nous vivons au Palais;
Messieurs, l'huître étoit bonne. Adieu. Vivez en paix."
BOILEAU: _Epître ii._ (_à M. l' Abbé des Roches_).
[334-2] See Spenser, page 29.
[335-1] See Ben Jonson, page 180.
[335-2] See page 346.
[335-3] See Dryden, page 270.
[336-1] See Chaucer, page 4. Herbert, page 206.
[336-2]
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.
COWPER: _Conversation, line 303._
[336-3]
Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus; hoc est
Vivere bis vita posse priore frui
(The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past
life is to live twice).--MARTIAL: _x. 237._
See Cowley, page 262.
[336-4] From Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. v. p. 376; originally
printed in Motte's "Miscellanies," 1727. In the edition of 1736
Pope says, "I must own that the prose part (the _Thought on
Various Subjects_), at the end of the second volume, was wholly
mine. January, 1734."
[337-1] The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey,
book viii. line 366.
[337-2]
A mass enormous! which in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
_Book xx. line 337._
[338-1] As of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and
some grow.--_Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18._
[338-2] The same line, with "soul" for "heart," occurs in the
translation of the Odyssey, book xiv. line 181.
[339-1] He serves his party best who serves the country
best.--RUTHERFORD B. HAYES: _Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877._
[340-1] A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.--DIOGENES
LAERTIUS: _On Aristotle._
Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
BELLINGHAUSEN: _Ingomar the Barbarian, act ii._
[340-2] Divinely fair.--TENNYSON: _A Dream of Fair Women, xxii._
[341-1] See page 337.
[341-2] Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.--SCOTT: _Lay of the Last
Minstrel._
Unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.--BYRON: _Childe Harold, canto
iv. stanza 179._
[341-3] See Middleton, page 172.
[341-4] See Dryden, page 276.
[344-1] See page 337.
[344-2] Human face divine.--MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book iii. line
44._
[344-3] Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus
tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.--OVID: _Metamorphoses i._
[345-1] See Otway, page 280.
[345-2] See Shakespeare, page 79.
[346-1] See page 328.
[346-2] Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some
have entertained angels unawares.--_Hebrews xiii. 2._
[347-1] Pope calls this the eighth beatitude (Roscoe's edition of
Pope, vol. x. page 184).
[347-2] On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his
fame as an actor in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of
Venice." . . . Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly
struck a gentleman in the pit that he, as it were involuntarily,
exclaimed,--
"This is the Jew
That Shakespeare drew!"
It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he
meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord
Lansdowne.--_Biographia Dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. 469._
JOHN GAY. 1688-1732.
'T was when the sea was roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.
_The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8._
So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er,--
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.[348-1]
_The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 9._
'T is woman that seduces all mankind;
By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
_The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1._
Over the hills and far away.[348-2]
_The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1._
If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.
_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong.
_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2._
How happy could I be with either,
Were t' other dear charmer away!
_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met,
The judges all ranged,--a terrible show!
_The Beggar's Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2._
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.
_Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan._
Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.
_Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan._
Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.
_Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher._
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?[348-3]
_Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher._
Where yet was ever found a mother
Who 'd give her booby for another?
_Fables. Part i. The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy._
No author ever spar'd a brother.
_Fables. The Elephant and the Bookseller._
Lest men suspect your tale untrue,
Keep probability in view.
_Fables. Part i. The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody._
In ev'ry age and clime we see
Two of a trade can never agree.[349-1]
_Fables. Part i. The Rat-catcher and Cats._
Is there no hope? the sick man said;
The silent doctor shook his head.
_Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel._
While there is life there 's hope, he cried.[349-2]
_Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel._
Those who in quarrels interpose
Must often wipe a bloody nose.
_Fables. Part i. The Mastiffs._
That raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak!)
Bodes me no good.[349-3]
_Fables. Part i. The Farmer's Wife and the Raven._
And when a lady 's in the case,
You know all other things give place.
_Fables. Part i. The Hare and many Friends._
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honour shall be mine.[349-4]
_Fables. Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds._
From wine what sudden friendship springs!
_Fables. Part ii. The Squire and his Cur._
Life is a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once, but now I know it.
_My own Epitaph._
FOOTNOTES:
[348-1] The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows,
or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a "quart d'heure de
Rabelais,"--that is, Rabelais's quarter of an hour, when a man is
uneasy or melancholy.--_Life of Rabelais_ (Bohn's edition), _p.
13._
[348-2] O'er the hills and far away.--D'URFEY: _Pills to purge
Melancholy_ (1628-1723).
[348-3] "Midnight oil,"--a common phrase, used by Quarles,
Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others.
[349-1] Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman;
and poor man has a grudge against poor man, and poet against
poet.--HESIOD: _Works and Days, 24._
Le potier au potier porte envie (The potter envies the
potter).--BOHN: _Handbook of Proverbs._
MURPHY: _The Apprentice, act iii._
[349-2] Elpides en zôoisin, anelpistoi de thanontes (For the
living there is hope, but for the dead there is
none.)--THEOCRITUS: _Idyl iv. 42._
Ægroto, dum anima est, spes est (While the sick man has life,
there is hope).--CICERO: _Epistolarum ad Atticum, ix. 10._
[349-3] It was n't for nothing that the raven was just now
croaking on my left hand.--PLAUTUS: _Aulularia, act iv. sc. 3._
[349-4] See Addison, page 298.
LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. 1690-1762.
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,--
In part she is to blame that has been tried:
He comes too near that comes to be denied.[350-1]
_The Lady's Resolve._
And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.[350-2]
_The Lover._
Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet;
In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.
_A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice._
Satire should, like a polished razor keen,
Wound with a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen.
_To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book ii._
But the fruit that can fall without shaking
Indeed is too mellow for me.
_The Answer._
FOOTNOTES:
[350-1] A fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montagu,
after her marriage (1713). See Overbury, page 193.
[350-2] What say you to such a supper with such a woman?--BYRON:
_Note to a Second Letter on Bowles._
CHARLES MACKLIN. 1690-1797.
The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face
while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is
of mair use to the professors than the justice of it.
_Love à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Every tub must stand upon its bottom.[350-3]
_The Man of the World. Act i. Sc. 2._
FOOTNOTES:
[350-3] See Bunyan, page 265.
JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763.
God bless the King,--I mean the faith's defender!
God bless--no harm in blessing--the Pretender!
But who pretender is, or who is king,--
God bless us all!--that 's quite another thing.
_To an Officer of the Army, extempore._
Take time enough: all other graces
Will soon fill up their proper places.[351-1]
_Advice to Preach Slow._
Some say, compar'd to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny;
Others aver that he to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
Strange all this difference should be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
_On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini._[351-2]
As clear as a whistle.
_Epistle to Lloyd. I._
The point is plain as a pike-staff.[351-3]
_Epistle to a Friend._
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
_Epigram on Two Monopolists._
Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow,
Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow.
_Upon a Trial of Skill between the Great Masters of the Noble Science of
Defence, Messrs. Figg and Sutton._
FOOTNOTES:
[351-1] See Walker, page 265.
[351-2] Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and
Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine.--_Byrom's Remains_
(Chetham Soc.), _vol. i. p. 173._
The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope (see
Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope).
[351-3] See Middleton, page 172.
LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744.
None but himself can be his parallel.[352-1]
_The Double Falsehood._
FOOTNOTES:
[352-1]
Quæris Alcidæ parem?
Nemo est nisi ipse
(Do you seek Alcides' equal? None is, except himself).--SENECA:
_Hercules Furens, i. 1; 84._
And but herself admits no parallel.--MASSINGER: _Duke of Milan,
act iv. sc. 3._
JAMES BRAMSTON. ---- -1744.
What 's not devoured by Time's devouring hand?
Where 's Troy, and where 's the Maypole in the Strand?
_Art of Politics._
But Titus said, with his uncommon sense,
When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense:
"I hear a lion in the lobby roar;
Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door
And keep him there, or shall we let him in
To try if we can turn him out again?"[352-2]
_Art of Politics._
So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.
_Man of Taste._
FOOTNOTES:
[352-2] I hope, said Colonel Titus, we shall not be wise as the
frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust
expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as
if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him
in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him
out.--_On the Exclusion Bill, Jan. 7, 1681._
EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. 1694-1773.
Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.
_Letter, March 10, 1746._
I knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow,[352-3] who used to
say, "Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of
themselves."
_Letter, Nov. 6, 1747._
Sacrifice to the Graces.[353-1]
_Letter, March 9, 1748._
Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the
world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a
closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value.
_Letter, July 1, 1748._
Style is the dress of thoughts.
_Letter, Nov. 24, 1749._
Despatch is the soul of business.
_Letter, Feb. 5, 1750._
Chapter of accidents.[353-2]
_Letter, Feb. 16, 1753._
I assisted at the birth of that most significant word
"flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the
world.
_The World. No. 101._
Unlike my subject now shall be my song;
It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long.
_Impromptu Lines._
The dews of the evening most carefully shun,--
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
_Advice to a Lady in Autumn._
The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into
insignificancy and an earldom.
_Character of Pulteney._
He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the
most splendid eloquence.[353-3]
_Character of Bolingbroke._
FOOTNOTES:
[352-3] W. Lowndes, Secretary of the Treasury in the reigns of
King William, Queen Anne, and King George the Third.
[353-1] Plato was continually saying to Xenocrates, "Sacrifice to
the Graces."--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Xenocrates, book iv. sect. 2._
Let us sacrifice to the Muses.--PLUTARCH: _The Banquet of the
Seven Wise Men._ (A saying of Solon.)
[353-2] Chapter of accidents.--BURKE: _Notes for Speeches_
(edition 1852), _vol. ii. p. 426._
John Wilkes said that "the Chapter of Accidents is the longest
chapter in the book."--SOUTHEY: _The Doctor, chap. cxviii._
[353-3]
Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched,
And touched nothing that he did not adorn.
JOHNSON: _Epitaph on Goldsmith._
Il embellit tout ce qu'il touche (He adorned whatever he
touched).--FÉNELON: _Lettre sur les Occupations de l' Académie
Française, sect. iv._
MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737.
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
_The Spleen. Line 93._
Thus I steer my bark, and sail
On even keel, with gentle gale.
_The Spleen._
Though pleased to see the dolphins play,
I mind my compass and my way.
_The Spleen._
RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.
He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
_The Bastard. Line 7._
May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.[354-1]
_Character of Foster._
FOOTNOTES:
[354-1] See Pope, page 331.
ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.
The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
_The Grave. Part i. Line 9._
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.[354-2]
_The Grave. Part i. Line 58._
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweetener of life! and solder of society!
_The Grave. Part i. Line 88._
Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
_The Grave. Part i. Line 109._
The cup goes round:
And who so artful as to put it by!
'T is long since Death had the majority.
_The Grave. Part ii. Line 449._
The good he scorn'd
Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.[355-1]
_The Grave. Part ii. Line 586._
FOOTNOTES:
[354-2] See Dryden, page 277.
[355-1] See Norris, page 281.
JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748.
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come.
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 1._
Base Envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 283._
But who can paint
Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 465._
Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest.
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 996._
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 1149._
An elegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 1158._
The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 47._
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 67._
But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 81._
Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 946._
And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 979._
For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1003._
Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1188._
A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1285._
So stands the statue that enchants the world,
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1346._
Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1516._
Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain.
_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 2._
Loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.[356-1]
_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 204._
He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 229._
For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh,
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 233._
See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.[356-2]
_The Seasons. Winter. Line 1._
Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
_The Seasons. Winter. Line 393._
There studious let me sit,
And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
_The Seasons. Winter. Line 431._
The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
_The Seasons. Winter. Line 625._
These as they change, Almighty Father! these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee.
_Hymn. Line 1._
Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.
_Hymn. Line 25._
From seeming evil still educing good.
_Hymn. Line 114._
Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.
_Hymn. Line 118._
A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6._
O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
And heightens ease with grace.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 26._
Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30._
Scoundrel maxim.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30._
A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 68._
A little round, fat, oily man of God.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 69._
I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 3._
Health is the vital principle of bliss,
And exercise, of health.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 55._
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
_Song._
Whoe'er amidst the sons
Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue
Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble
Of Nature's own creating.
_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O![358-1]
_Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2._
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of her land,
And guardian angels sung the strain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves.
_Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5._
FOOTNOTES:
[356-1] See Milton, page 234.
Nam ut mulieres esse dicuntur nonnullæ inornatæ, quas id ipsum
diceat, sic hæc subtilis oratio etiam incompta delectat (For as
lack of adornment is said to become some women; so this subtle
oration, though without embellishment, gives delight).--CICERO:
_Orator, 23, 78._
[356-2] O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.--COWPER: _The Task,
book iv. Winter Evening, line 34._
[358-1] The line was altered after the second edition to "O
Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."
JOHN DYER. 1700-1758.
A little rule, a little sway,
A sunbeam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.
_Grongar Hill. Line 88._
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
_Grongar Hill. Line 102._
Disparting towers
Trembling all precipitate down dash'd,
Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.
_The Ruins of Rome. Line 40._
PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751.
Live while you live, the epicure would say,
And seize the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord, in my views, let both united be:
I live in pleasure when I live to thee.
_Epigram on his Family Arms._[359-1]
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
_Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race._
FOOTNOTES:
[359-1] Dum vivimus vivamus (Let us live while we live).--ORTON:
_Life of Doddridge._
JOHN WESLEY. 1703-1791.
That execrable sum of all villanies commonly called a Slave
Trade.
_Journal. Feb. 12, 1772._
Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next
to godliness."[359-2]
_Sermon xciii. On Dress._
I am always in haste, but never in a hurry.[359-3]
FOOTNOTES:
[359-2] See Bacon, page 170.
[359-3] Given as a saying of Wesley, in the "Saturday Review,"
Nov. 28, 1874.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.[359-4] 1706-1790.
They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little
temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.[359-5]
_Historical Review of Pennsylvania._
God helps them that help themselves.[360-1]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the
stuff life is made of.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Early to bed and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.[360-2]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Plough deep while sluggards sleep.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Three removes are as bad as a fire.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Little strokes fell great oaks.[360-3]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
A little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe
was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of
a horse the rider was lost.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
He that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing.[360-4]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
A man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose
to the grindstone.[360-5]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Vessels large may venture more,
But little boats should keep near shore.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
It is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
We are a kind of posterity in respect to them.[361-1]
_Letter to William Strahan, 1745._
Remember that time is money.
_Advice to a Young Tradesman, 1748._
Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and
parliaments. If we can get rid of the former, we may easily bear
the latter.
_Letter on the Stamp Act, July 1, 1765._
Here Skugg lies snug
As a bug in a rug.[361-2]
_Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley, September, 1772._
There never was a good war or a bad peace.[361-3]
_Letter to Josiah Quincy, Sept. 11, 1773._
You and I were long friends: you are now my enemy, and I am
yours.
_Letter to William Strahan, July 5, 1775._
We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang
separately.
_At the signing of the Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776._
He has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle.
_The Whistle. November, 1779._
Here you would know and enjoy what posterity will say of
Washington. For a thousand leagues have nearly the same effect
with a thousand years.
_Letter to Washington, March 5, 1780._
Our Constitution is in actual operation; everything appears to
promise that it will last; but in this world nothing is certain
but death and taxes.
_Letter to M. Leroy, 1789._
FOOTNOTES:
[359-4] Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis (He snatched the
lightning from heaven, and the sceptre from tyrants),--a line
attributed to Turgot, and inscribed on Houdon's bust of Franklin.
Frederick von der Trenck asserted on his trial, 1794, that he was
the author of this line.
[359-5] This sentence was much used in the Revolutionary period.
It occurs even so early as November, 1755, in an answer by the
Assembly of Pennsylvania to the Governor, and forms the motto of
Franklin's "Historical Review," 1759, appearing also in the body
of the work.--FROTHINGHAM: _Rise of the Republic of the United
States, p. 413._
[360-1] See Herbert, page 206.
[360-2] CLARKE: _Paræmiolgia, 1639._
My hour is eight o'clock, though it is an infallible rule, "Sanat,
sanctificat, et ditat, surgere mane" (That he may be healthy,
happy, and wise, let him rise early).--_A Health to the Gentle
Profession of Serving-men, 1598_ (reprinted in Roxburghe Library),
_p. 121._
[360-3] See Lyly, page 32.
[360-4] See Tusser, page 21.
[360-5] See Heywood, page 11.
[361-1] Byron's European fame is the best earnest of his
immortality, for a foreign nation is a kind of contemporaneous
posterity.--HORACE BINNEY WALLACE: _Stanley, or the Recollections
of a Man of the World, vol. ii. p. 89._
[361-2] Snug as a bug in a rug.--_The Stratford Jubilee, ii. 1,
1779._
[361-3] It hath been said that an unjust peace is to be preferred
before a just war.--SAMUEL BUTLER: _Speeches in the Rump
Parliament. Butler's Remains._
NATHANIEL COTTON. 1707-1788.
If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam.
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.
_The Fireside. Stanza 3._
To be resign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favours are deni'd,
And pleas'd with favours given,--
Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part;
This is that incense of the heart[362-1]
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
_The Fireside. Stanza 11._
Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go;
Its checker'd paths of joy and woe
With cautious steps we 'll tread.
_The Fireside. Stanza 31._
Yet still we hug the dear deceit.
_Content. Vision iv._
Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.
_To-morrow._
HENRY FIELDING. 1707-1754.
All Nature wears one universal grin.
_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 1._
Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;
Let other hours be set apart for business.
To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk;
And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 2._
When I 'm not thank'd at all, I 'm thank'd enough;
I 've done my duty, and I 've done no more.
_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._
Thy modesty 's a candle to thy merit.
_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._
To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes.
_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._
Lo, when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
With a third dog one of the two dogs meets;
With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,
And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.[363-1]
_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 6._
I am as sober as a judge.[363-2]
_Don Quixote in England. Act iii. Sc. 14._
Much may be said on both sides.[363-3]
_The Covent Garden Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 8._
Enough is equal to a feast.[363-4]
_The Covent Garden Tragedy. Act v. Sc. 1._
We must eat to live and live to eat.[363-5]
_The Miser. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Penny saved is a penny got.[363-6]
_The Miser. Act iii. Sc. 12._
Oh, the roast beef of England,
And old England's roast beef!
_The Grub Street Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2._
This story will not go down.
_Tumble-down Dick._
Can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right and the
eternal fitness of things?
_Tom Jones. Book iv. Chap. iv._
Distinction without a difference.
_Tom Jones. Book vi. Chap. xiii._
Amiable weakness.[364-1]
_Tom Jones. Book x. chap. viii._
The dignity of history.[364-2]
_Tom Jones. Book xi. Chap. ii._
Republic of letters.
_Tom Jones. Book xiv. Chap. i._
Illustrious predecessors.[364-3]
_Covent Garden Journal. Jan. 11, 1752._
FOOTNOTES:
[362-1] The incense of the heart may rise.--PIERPONT: _Every Place
a Temple._
[363-1]
Thus when a barber and a collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And big with vengeance beats the barber--black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread,
And beats the collier and the barber--red:
Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost,
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.
CHRISTOPHER SMART: _The Trip to Cambridge_ (on "Campbell's
Specimens of the British Poets," vol. vi. p. 185).
[363-2] Sober as a judge.--CHARLES LAMB: _Letter to Mr. and Mrs.
Moxon._
[363-3] See Addison, page 300.
[363-4] See Heywood, page 20.
[363-5] Socrates said, Bad men live that they may eat and drink,
whereas good men eat and drink that they may live.--PLUTARCH: _How
a Young Man ought to hear Poems._
[363-6]
A penny saved is twopence dear;
A pin a day 's a groat a year.
FRANKLIN: _Hints to those that would be Rich_ (1736).
[364-1] Amiable weaknesses of human nature.--GIBBON: _Decline and
Fall of the Roman Empire, chap. xiv._
[364-2] See Bolingbroke, page 304.
[364-3] Illustrious predecessor.--BURKE: _The Present
Discontents._
I tread in the footsteps of illustrious men. . . . In receiving
from the people the sacred trust confided to my illustrious
predecessor.--MARTIN VAN BUREN: _Inaugural Address, March 4,
1837._
WILLIAM PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM. 1708-1778.
Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom.
_Speech, Jan. 14, 1766._
A long train of these practices has at length unwillingly
convinced me that there is something behind the throne greater
than the King himself.[364-4]
_Chatham Correspondence. Speech, March 2, 1770._
Where law ends, tyranny begins.
_Case of Wilkes. Speech, Jan. 9, 1770._
Reparation for our rights at home, and security against the like
future violations.[364-5]
_Letter to the Earl of Shelburne, Sept.
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