Ulrich Middeldorf FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS A COLLECTION OF PASSAGES, PHRASES, AND PROVERBS TRACED TO THEIR SOURCES IN ANCIENT AND MODERN LITERATURE JOHN BAETLETT TENTH EDITION- REVISED AND ENLARGED BY NATHAN HASKELL DOLE BLUE RIBBON BOOKS, Inc. New York CUy Copyright, 1875, 1882, 1891, 1903, By John Bartlett Copyright, 1910, 1914, 1917, 1919, By Little, Brown, and Company All rights reserved This Blue Ribbon edition of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations is published by arrangement with Little, Brown, and. Company, owners of the copyright. PRINTED AND BOUND BY THE CORNWALL PRESS, INC., FOR BLUE RIBBON BOOKS, INC., 386 FOURTH AVE., NEW YORK CITY Printed in the United States of America PREFACE TO THE TENTH EDITION. " Bartlett's Familiar Quotations " has long since been accepted as indispensable to every scholar and to every writer ; it is a book for every library and every household. Embodying years of labor and research on the part of its author, "Familiar Quotations" passed through nine editions, each enlarged, aud attained a sale of three hundred thousand copies before Mr. Bartlett's death in 1905 at the age of eighty-five. Unrevised for twenty-three years, it has still remained the best book of the kind, though a considerable body of apothegms have been knocking for admittance to its classic hall of fame. In this new edition the main body of John Bartlett's compilation, up to the beginning of the nineteenth century, has been left practically unchanged ; the chief purpose of the revision has been to incorporate in the work quotations from those writers whose place in lit- erature has been achieved since the issue of the Ninth Edition in 1891. The selections from Poe, Whittier, Longfellow, Lowell, and other "best writers of their da}- " have been filled out extensively, and many new authors are represented by passages which have met with the seal of popular approval and are distinctly worthy of perpet- uation. In this way the book has been greatly enriched. The attempt has been made not to admit anything which John Bartlett's impeccable judgment would have re- jected. It is not always easy for Elisha to wear the vi PREFACE. mantle of Elijah; but it is Elisha's business to carry on his predecessor's work in the same spirit. A collection of all possible quotations which would satisfy that multitudinous race of folk who apply to the almost omniscient editors of "Notes and Queries" columns for aid in tracing the origin of some favorite quotation, half forgotten, would have to be as big as the Encyclopedia. In the Tenth Edition of "Familiar Quotations" 'the aim has been to maintain the high literary standard set by its predecessors, and ephemeral quotations will not be found included in its pages. The present editor hopes that a book which has given so much pleasure and proved so useful in the past may still find favor with those interested in the best things in literature. NATHAN HASKELL DOLE. Boston, July, 1914- PREFACE TO THE NINTH EDITION. " Out of the old fieldes cometh al this new come fro yere to rere," And out of the fresh woodes cometh al these new flowres here. The small thin volume, the first to bear the title of this collection, after passing through eight editions, each enlarged, now culminates in its ninth, — and with it, closes its tentative life. This extract from the Preface of the fourth edition is applicable to the present one : — " It is not easy to determine in all cases the degree of familiarity that may belong to phrases and sentences which present themselves for admission ; for what is familiar to one class of readers may be quite new to another. Many maxims of the most famous writers of our language, and numberless curious and happy turns from orators and poets, have knocked at the door, and it was hard to deny them. But to admit these simply on their own merits, without assurance that the general reader would readily recognize them as old friends, was aside from the purpose of this collection. Still, it has been thought better to incur the risk of erring on the side of fulness." With the many additions to the English writers, the present edition contains selections from the French, and from the wit and wisdom of the ancients. A few pas- sages have been admitted without a claim to familiarity, but solely on the ground of coincidence of thought. viii PREFACE. I am under great obligations to M. H. Morgan, Ph.D., of Harvard University, for the translation of Marcus Aurelius, and for the translation and selections from the Greek tragic writers. I am indebted to the kindness of Mr. Daniel W. Wilder, of Kansas, for the quotations from Pilpay, with contributions from Dio- genes Laertius, Montaigne, Burton, and Pope's Homer; to Dr. William J. Eolfe for quotations from Eobert Browning ; to Mr. James W. McIntyre for quotations from Coleridge, Shelley, Keats, Mrs. Browning, Eobert Browning, and Tennyson. And I have incurred other obligations to friends for here a little and there a little. It gives me pleasure to acknowledge the great as- sistance I have received from Mr. A. W. Stevens, the accomplished reader of the University Press, as this work was passing through the press. In withdrawing from this very agreeable pursuit, I beg to offer my sincere thanks to all who have assisted me either in the way of suggestions or by contributions ; and especially to those lovers of this subsidiary litera- ture for their kind appreciation of former editions. Accepted by scholars as an authoritative book of reference, it has grown with its growth in public esti- mation with each reissue. Of the last two editions forty thousand copies were printed, apart from the English reprints. The present enlargement of text equals three hundred and fifty pages of the previous edition, and the index is increased with upwards of ten thousand lines. JOHN BARTLETT. Cambridge, March, 1891. INDEX OF AUTHORS. Page Adams. Charles Follen .... 818 Adams, Charles Francis .... 648 Adams, John 429 John, note 529, 530 Adams, John Quincy .... 312, 458 Adams, Sarah Flower 630 Addison, Joseph 297 Ady, Thomas 870 jEschines 1002 ^Eschylus 881 Aoricola, note 872 Aide, Charles H 777 Akenside, Mark 391 Alanus de Insulis, note .... 5 Alden, Henry M 803 Alexander, Cecil F 726 Alger, W. R., note 644 Aldrich, James 694 Aldrich, Thomas B 798 Ali Ben Taleb 953 Allen, Elizabeth A 783 Allen, William 865 Allingham. William 770 Alphonso the Wise 954 Amelia, Princess 864 Ames, Fisher, note 283 Amiel, Henri F 994 Archilochus, note 216 Ariosto, note 552 Aristides, note 438 Aristophanes, note 917 Aristotle, note 267, 1045 Arkwright, Peleg 818 Armstrong, John 860 Arnim and Brentano, note . . . 639 Arnold, George 786 Arnold, Sir Edwin 782 Arnold, Matthew 752 Arnold, Samuel J., note .... 388 Arrianus, note 890 Atiikn EU8 952 Austin, Alfred 797 Avonmore, Lord, note 531 Bacon, Francis 164 Bacon, Lady Anne, note .... 7 Page bailey, Philip James 721 Philip James, note. . . . 714 Baillie, Joanna 862 Balfour, Arthur J 828 Bancroft, George, note . . 531, 598 Bangs, John K 845 Barbauld, Mrs 433 Barere, Bertrand 990, 1050 Barham, R. H 864 Barker, Theodore L 869 Barlow, George 82S Barnfield, Richard 17.5 Barr, Matthias 856 Barrett, Eaton. S 864 Barrington. George 445 Barrow, Isaac, note 299 Barry. Michael J 716 Babhford. Henry II 855 Basse, William, note 179 Baxter. Richard 858 Bayard. Chevalier, note .... 21 Bayle, Peter, note 621 Bayly, T. Haynes 588 Beattie, James 428 Beaumont and Fletcher ... 197 note 638 Beaumont, Francis 196 Beaumont, John, note 478 Bee. Bernard E 1052 Beers, Ethel L 766 Bell, Robert, note 330 Bellamy, G. W 868 Bellinghausen, Von Munch . . 992 Benjamin, Park 660 Bentham, Jeremy 1048 Bentley, Richard 284 Benton, Thomas H 1050 Berkeley, Bishop 312 Berners, Juliana, note 182 Berry. Dorothy, note 484 Bertaut, Jean, note 100 Bertin, Mademoiselle, note . . 1003 Bettelheim, A. S., note 170 BlCKERSTAFF, ISAAC 427 Blacker, Colonel 598 Blackmore, Richard, note ... 871 X INDEX OF AUTHORS. Page Blackstone, Sir William . . . 392 Blair, Robert 354 Blamire, Susanna 861 Blanchard, Laman 611, 865 Bland, Robert, note 192 Bobart, Jacob, note 874 Bodinus, note 418 Bodley, Sir Thomas 368 Boethius, note 648 Boileau 985 Boker, George H 756 BOLINGBROKE 304 Boner, John H 823 Booth, Barton 306 Borbonius, note 321 Bourdillon, Francis W 833 Bracton 1049 Brainard, John G. C 578 Brainard, Mary G 808 Bramston, James ....... 352 Breen, H. H., note 409 Brereton, Jane 312 Breton, Nicholas, note 33 Bridges, Robert 822 Bright, John 700 Bromley, Isaac H 784 Bronte, Emily 725 Brooke, Lord 35 Brooks, Phillips 791 Brough, Robert B 768 Brougham, Lord 527 Lord, note 426 Brown, John 380 Brown, Thomas E 777 Brown, Tom 286 Browne, Charles F 787 Browne, Sir Thomas 217 Browne, William 201 Brownell, Henry H 748 Browning, Elizabeth B 657 Elizabeth B., note . . 736 Browning, Robert 703 Robert, note . . 691, 768 Bryan, William J 843 Bryant, William Cullen . . . 572 Brydges, Samuel E 862 Buchanan, Robert W 816 Bucke, Richard M 804 Buffon, note 186 Bulfinch, Samuel G., note . . . 488 Bunn, Alfred 561 Bunner, Henry C 834 Bunsen, Carl Josias, note . . . 956 Bunyan, John 265 Burchard, Samuel D 866 Burke, Edmund 407 Burnand, Francis C 809 Burnet, Gilbert, note 629 Page Burns, Robert 446 Burton, Robert 185 Robert, note 903 Bussy de Rabutin, note .... 286 Butler, Samuel 209 Samuel, note 361 Butler, William A 763 Butts, Mary F 857 Byrd, William, note 22 Byrom, John 351 Byron, Lord 539 Calhoun, John C 529 Callimachus 496 Calverley, Charles S 778 Campbell, Lord, note . . . 418, 528 Campbell, Thomas 512 Camden, William 870 Cambronne 1002 Canning, George 464 Carew, Thomas 200 Carey, Henry 285 Carleton, Will 825 Carlyle, Thomas 580 Carman, Bliss 844 Carney, Julia, A. F 760 Carpenter, Joseph E 715 Carroll, Lewis 781 Carruthers, Robert, note . . . 528 Cary, Alice 748 Cary, Phcebe 758 Catinat, Marshal, note .... 926 Catullus, note 306 Cawein, Madison J . 849 Centlivre, Susannah 859 Cervantes 970 note 894 Chamberlain, Joseph 799 Channing, William E 725 Chapman, George 35 Charles I., note 398 Charron, note 317 Chase, Salmon P 652 Chaucer, Geoffrey 1 Cherry, Andrew 453 Chesterfield, Earl of 352 Child, Lydia Maria 610 Chivers, Thomas H 635 Choate, Rufus 598 Chorley, Henry F 652 Christy, David 1046 Church, Benjamin, note .... 513 Churchill, Charles 412 ClBBER, COLLEY 295 Colley, note 294 Cicero 891 note 890 Clarendon, Edward Hyde . . . 255 INDEX OF AUTHORS. xi Page Clabke, John, note 568 Clarke, Macdonald 591 Clay, Henry, note 505 Clemens, Samuel L 795 Cleveland, Groveb 804 Grover, note .... 624 Clough, Arthur H 726 Arthur H., note .... 675 Cochrane, Alfred 849 CODRINGTON, CHRI8TOPHER, note . 295 Coke, Sir Edward 24 Coleridge, Hartley 585 Coleridge, Mary E 844 Coleridge, S. Taylor 498 S. Taylor, note . . . 481 COLESWORTHY, DANIEL C 696 Collins, Mortimer 765 Collins, William 389 Colman, George 454 George, note 934 Colton, C. C 863 Congbeve, William 294 William, note .... 675 Constable, Henry, note .... 484 con8tant, henby b 992 Cook, Eliza 724 Coolidge, Susan 824 Coopeb, J. Fenimobe, note . . . 586 Cobnukl, Madame, note .... 926 Cotton, Nathaniel 362 Cowley, Abraham 260 Cowpeb, William 413 Cbadbe, George 443 Cbaik, D. M. M 765 Cbanch, Chbistopheb P 715 Cbanfield, note 210 Cbashaw, Richabd 258 Cbapo, W. W 1051 Cbawfobd, Anne 861 Cbistyne, note 12 Cbockett, David 1044 Cbockett, Ingram 837 Croker, John W., note 284 Crosby, Frances J. V 750 Cross, Marian E 729 Cunningham, Allan 537 Curran, John P 1047 Curtis, George W 758 Curtius, Quintus, note 25 D'Abrantes, Due 992 D'Abrantes, Madame, note . . . 904 Dalrymple, Sir John, note . . . 550 Dance, Charles 865 Daniel, Samuel 39 Dante 955 Danton, note 28, 1000 Darmesteter, Agnes M. F. R. . 837 Page Darwin, Charles 663 Darwin, Erasmus 424 Erasmus, note 426 Davenant, Sib William .... 217 Davidson, John 839 Davie, Adam, note 21 Davies, Scbope 868 Davies, Sib John 175 Davis, Jefferson 866 Davis, Thomas 0 714 De Bensebade, Isaac 980 Debbett, John, note 432 Decatur, Stephen 863 De Caux, note 396 Deffand, Madame du 987 Defoe. Daniel 286 Dekkeb, Thomas 181 De la FebtE, note 430 De Ligne 989 De L'Isle, Joseph R 990 Demodocls. note 400 De Mobgan, note 290 Demosthenes 1047 De Musset. Alfbed 993 Denham, sib John 257 Denman. Lord 527 Dennis, John 282 De Quincey, note 365 Dibdin, Chables 436 Dibdin, Thomas 863 Dickens, Chables 701 Dickinson, John 42fi Dickman. Franklin J., note . . . 599 Didaci's Stella, note 1S5 Diodorus Siculus. note 1001 Diogenes Laebtius 943 Dionisius of Halicabnabsus. note 304 Dionysius the Eldeb 886 Disraeli. Benjamin 624 Benjamin, note .... 617 Dix, John A 865 Doane, William C, note .... 693 Dobson, Henby A 815 Doddridge, Philip 359 Dodge, Maby A 809 Dodge, Mary M 810 Dodgson, Charles L 781 Dodsley, Robert 859 Dole. Charles F 826 Domett. Alfred 699 Donne, John 177 Dorr, Julia C 764 Doudney. Sarah 819 Dowi.ing, Bartholomew .... 756 Drake. Joseph Hodman .... 573 Dbayton, Michael 40 Dbennan. William 1047 Dbummond, Thomas 58P INDEX OF AUTHORS. Page Dbummond, William 196 William, note ... 170 Dbyden, John 267 John, note 732 Du Bartas 966 Dufferin, Lady 637 Dumas, Alexandre . . . 1001, 1050 Du Maurier, George L 789 Duncombe, Lewis, note 459 D'Urfey, note 348 Dwight, John S 716 Dwight, Timothy 862 Dyer, Edward 22 Dyer, John 358 Dyer 860 Eastwick, note 437 Eaton, Dorman B 1051 Edgewoeth, Maria, note .... 283 Edwards, Richard 21 Edwards, Thomas 859 Edwin, John 439 Eliot, George 729 Elliot, Jared 392 Elliott, Jane 393 Ellis, George, note 175 Ellis, Henry 863 Emerson, Ralph Waldo .... 614 Ralph Waldo, note 511, 960 Emmet, Robert 863 English, Thomas Dunn .... 747 Epictetus 928 Erasmus, note 3, 5, 216, 906 Estienne, Henri, note 379 Euripides 883 Euripides, note 277, 897, 999 Everett, David 459 Everett, Edward 571 Faber, Frederick W. 717 Fanshawe, Catherine M. . . . 862 Farquhar, George 305 Fenelon, note 353 Ferriar, John 456 Field, Eugene 830 ■"Field, Nathaniel 858 Fielding, Henry 362 Fields, James T 723 Finch, Francis M 766 Fitz-Geffrey, Charles, note . . 305 FitzGerald, Edward 664 Fletcher, Andrew 281 Fletcher, John 183 Fletcher, Phineas, note .... 327 Foote, Samuel 391 Ford, John 858 Fordyce, James 391 Fortescue, John 7 Page Foss, Sam W 839 Foster, Stephen C 764 Fouche, Joseph 99) Fournier, note 310, 1048 Fox, Charles J., note 364 Fox, John, note 484 Francis the First 999 Franck, Richard, note 305 Franklin, benjamin 359 Franklin, Kate 868 Freneau, Philip 443 Frere, J. Hookham 462 Frothingham, Richard, note . . 360 Fuller, Margaret W 857 Fuller, Thomas 221 Thomas, note 484 Gage, Thomas, note 495 Garnett, Richard 793 Garrick, David 387 Garrison, William L 633 Garth, Samuel 295 Samuel, note 181 Gascoigne, George, note .... 10 Gautier, Theophile, note .... 780 Gay, John 347 Getty, Rev. Dr., note 673 Gibbon, Edward 430 Gibbons, Thomas 860 Gifford, Richard . . «■ 393 Gilbert, William S 799 Gilder, Richard W 821 Gilfillan, Robert 596 Gilman, Charlotte P. S 843 Gladstone, William E 693 Goethe, Wolfgang von .... 989 note 638, 645, 674 Goldsmith, Oliver 394 Oliver, note . . 310, 602 Googe, Barnaby 5, 7 Gordon, Adam L 783 Gorgias, note 581 Gosse, Edmund 814 Gosson, Stephen, note 917 Gower, John, note 13 Grafton, Richard 870 Granger, James, note 395 Grant, Anne 862 Grant, Ulysses S 752 Graves, Richard 860 Richard, note 295 Gray, Thomas 381 Greeley, Horace 698 Green, Matthew 354 Greene, Albert G 610 Greene, Robert, note 190 Greswell, note 332 Greville, Mrs 389 INDEX OF AUTHORS. xiii Page Griffin, Gerald 611 Gualtier, Philippe, note .... 64 Guarini, note 495 Habington, William 515 Hakewill, George 869 George, note .... 169 Hale, Edward E 867 Haliborton, Thomas C 586 Hall, Bishop 182 Hall, Robert 457 Halleck, Fitz-Greene 561 Halliwell, James 0 1045 James O, note ... 610 Hamilton, Alexander, note . . . 532 Hamilton, Eugene L 824 Hamilton, Gail 809 Hammond, J. H 636 Hannah, J., note 22 Hardy, Thomas 815 Hare, Julius, note 268 Harrington, Sir John 39 Harris, Joel C 828 Harrison, William 870 Harte, Francis Bret 813 Francis Bret, note . . . 649 Harvey, Stephen 858 Hawker, Robert 862 Hawker, Robert S., note .... 873 Hay, John 810 Hayes. Edward, note 598 Hayes, Rutherford B 755 Hayne, Paul H 776 Hazlitt, William, note . . . 887, S95 Hbatb, Leonard 623 Heber, Reginald 535 Hedge, Robert, note 181 Hemans, Felicia D 5<>9 Henault, note 325 Hendyng, note 7 Henley, William E 828 Henry, Mathew 282 Henry, Patrick 429 Henshaw, Joseph 263 Herbert, George 204 Herodotus, note 882, 999 Herrick, Robert 201 Hervey, Thomas K 622 Hesiod 878 Hewitt, Abram S 1051 Heywood, John 8 Heywood, Thomas 194 Hill, Aaron 313 Hill, Rowland 863 Hinkson, Katharine T 845 Hippocrates 886 Hobbes, Thomas 200 Hoffman. Charles * 633 Page Holcroft, Thomas 861 Holland, Josiah G 730 , Josiah G., note .... 732 Holland, Sir Richard 38 Holmes, Oliver Wendell . . . 688 Oliver Wendell, note 644. 698 Home, John 392 Hood, Thomas 591 Hooker, Joseph 866 Hooker, Richard 31 Hooper, Ellen Sturgus .... 719 Hopkins. Charles, note 589 Hopkinson, Joseph 465 Horace 892 Horne, Bishop 1045 Horne. Richard H 622 Housman, Alfred E 842 Hovey, Richard 846 Howard, Samuel 860 Howarth. Ellen C 766 Howe, Julia W 747 Howell, James, note . . 191, 208. 589 Howells, William D 809 Howitt, Mary 629 Hoyle. Edmund 1053 Hume, David 1040 David, note 604 Hunt, G. W 867 Hunt, Leigh 536 Hurd, Richard 861 Hcrdis. James 4.14 Hutchhson, fra ni is ...... lois Hcxley, Thomas H 762 Ibsen, Henrik 995 IIenrik, note 705 Ing alls, John J 7S5 Ingelow, Jean 74!) Ingersoli.. Robert G 784 Ingram, John K 866 Irving, Washington 536 Jackson, Andrew 458 Jackson, Helen H 779 James, ('.. P. R 866 James, Paul II 528 Jefferson, Thomas 434 Jefferys, Charles 636 Jerrold, Douglas 612 Johnson, Andrew 866 Johnson, Samuel 365 Samuel, note . . 185. 294. 897 Jones, Sir William 437 Jonson, Ben 177 Juvenal 907 Keats, John . . 574 Keble, John 569 Xiv INDEX OF Page Kemble, Frances Anne .... 686 Kemble, J. P 445 Kempis, Thomas a 7 Ken, Thomas 278 Kenney, James 864 Kenriok, William, note .... 450 Kenyon, James B 829 Kepler, John 858 Key, Francis S 517 Key, T. H., note 560 King, Benjamin F 838 King, William, note 217 Kinglake, John A 1052 Kingsley, Charles 727 Kipling, Rudyard 851 Knight, Charles, note 643 Knolles, Richard, note .... 267 Knott, James P 814 Knowles, James S 864 Knox, William 561 Kotzebue, Von 991 La Fontaine 983 Lamb, Charles 508 Charles, note 274 Lamont, Daniel S 1051 Landor, Walter S 511 Lang, Andrew 822 Langford, G. W 869 Langhorne, John 427 Lanier, Sidney 817 Lathrop, George P 832 Larcom, Lucy 765 La Rochefoucauld 980 note 964 Layard, Austen H 724 Lear, Edward 702 Lecky, William E. H 810 Lee, Henry 445 Lee, Nathaniel 281 Le Gallienne, Richard .... 850 Legare, James M 755 Leighton, Archbishop, no*e . . . 379 Leland Charles G 759 Lemon, Mark 662 Le Sage • . . . 986 L'Estrange, Roger 858 Leutsch and Schneidewin, note . 979, note . 1001 Ligne, Prince de 989 Lincoln, Abraham 660 Linley, George 596 Linschoten, Hugh van 1053 Livy, note 13 Lloyd, David, note 310 Locker-Lampson, Frederick . . 750 Frederick, note 720 Lockhart, John G 865 AUTHORS. Page Lockhart, John G., note . . 427, 490 Logan, John 438 Logau, Friedrich von 979 Longfellow, Henry W 638 Henry W., note . . 622 Lovelace, Richard 259 Lover, Samuel 590 Lowe, John 861 Lowell, James Russell .... 731 James Russell, note . . 721 Lowth, Robert 860 Lucretius 892 Ludgate, John, note 5 Luther, Martin 956 Lyly, John 31 Lyttelton, Lord 377 Lytton, Sir E. Bulwer .... 630 Lytton, Edward 779 Macaulay, Thomas B 599 T. B., note . 332, 635, 1048 MacCall, William, note .... 719 MacDonald, George 759 Mackay, Charles 718 Mackintosh, James 457 James, note .... 291 Macklin, Charles 350 MacLeod, Norman 702 Madden, Samuel 314 Maeterlinck, Maurice .... 997 Mahon, Lord 1052 Lord, note 364, 474 Malthus, note 663 Manners, Lord John 726 Marcus Aurelius 935 Marcy, William L. . , 864 Markham, Edwin 833 Markham, Gervase, note .... 187 Marlowe, Christopher .... 40 Marmion, Shakerly, note .... 171 Martial 908 Martin, Henri, note 999 Marvell, Andrew 262 Marzials, Theodore, 831 Mason, William 393 Massey, T. Gerald 771 Massinger, Philip 194 McLennan, Isaac 634 McLeod, Fiona 837 McM aster, John B., note .... 435 Maule 1049 Mee, William 868 Melchior, note 171 Menander, note .... 390, 899, 1038 Mercier, note 1000 Meredith, George 771 Meredith, Owen 779 Merrick, James 390 INDEX OF Page Meurier, Gabriel, note .... 80 Michelangelo 955 Mickle, William J 426 Middleton, Thomas 172 Miller, Cincinnatus H 817 Miller, William 695 Milman, Henry Hart 564 Milnes, Richard M 664 , Milton, John 223 John note 881 Mimnermus ' 885 Miner, Charles 528 Mitchell, Donald G 774 Mitchell S. Weir 774 Moir, George M 596 Moliere 983 Monnoye, Bernard de la, note . 400 Montagu, Mary Wortley . . . 350 Mary Wortley, note . 461 Montaigne 960 Montgomery, James 496 Montgomery, Robert 635 Montrose, Marquis of .... 257 Moody, William V 850 Moore, Clement C 527 Moore, Edward 377 Moore, George 835 Moore, Thomas 518 Thomas, note 644 More, Hannah 437 More, Sir Thomas, note . . 30, 100 Morell, Thomas, note 281 Morgan, M. H 1052 Morley, John 812 Morris, Charles 432 Morris, George P. .../.. 609 Morris. Sir Lewis 785 Morris, William 789 Morton, Thomas 457 Moss, Thomas 433 Motherwell, William 587 Moulton, Louise C 794 MOHLENBERIi, WILLIAM A. ... 587 MOnster. Ernst F 999 Murphy, Arthur 393 Myers, Frederick W. H 819 Nadaud, Gustave 993 Nairne, Lady 458 Nancy, Lord 866 Napier. Sir W. F. P 537 Napoleon Bonaparte 1003 Napoleon, Louis 1002 Nash, Thomas 1053 Neaves, Lord Charles 605 Nelson. Horatio 446 Newbolt, Henry J 846 AUTHORS. XV Page Newman, John H 607 Newton, Isaac 278 Nietzsche, Friedrich W 997 Noel, Thomas 599 Noel, Roden B. W 788 Norris, John 281 Northbrooke, note 17 Norton, Caroline E. S 653 Noyes, Alfred 854 O'Hara, Kane 860 O'Hara, Theodore 866 O'Keefe, John 861 O'Kelley, Captain 1047 Oldham, John 366 Old Testament 1004 Oldys. William 859 Omar Khayyam 954 note . . 657, 666, 681, 683. 849 O'Meara. Barry E 863 O'Reilly, John B 820 Orrery, Roger B., note 258 Ortin, Job, note 359 O'Shaughnessy, Arthur W. E. . 819 Otway, Thomas 280 Overbury, Sir Thomas 193 Ovtd 893 Oxenstiern, note 195 Paine, Robert Treat 863 Paine, Thomas 431 Thomas, note 633 Palf.y, William 861 Palgrave. Francis T 762 Panat, Chevalier de 1003 Paracelsus, note 970 Pardoe, Julia 867. 105- Parkeii, Ewdard H 757 Parker, Martyn 176 Parker, Theodore 694 Parnell, Thomas 305 Parsons, Thomas W 741 Pascal 9S4 note 169 Patmore, Coventry K. D. ... 757 Payne. J. Howard 568 Peele. George 24. 184. 530 Percival, James G 5S0 Percy, Thomas 404 Perry, Nora 781 Perry, Oliver H 864 Persius, note 188. 305 Petrarch, note 295 Ph.edrus 901 Philips, John 859 Phillips, Ambrose 859 Phillips, Charles 865 Phillips, Wendell 699 xvi INDEX OF AUTHORS. Page Philostkatus, note 179 Piatt, Sarah M. B 803 Pierpont, John 538 Pilpay 877 Pinckney, Charles C 861 Pinckney, Edward C 608 Piozzi, Madame, note .... 560, 992 Pitt, Earl of Chatham .... 364 Pitt, William 453 Pitt, William (the younger) . . 510 Plato, note 317 Plautus 886 Playford, John 870 Pliny the Elder 902 Pliny the Younger 934 Plutarch 908 note 903 Poe, Edgar A 654 Pollok, Robert 597 Pomfret, John 289 Pompadour, Madame de, note . . 205 Pope, Alexander 314 Alexander, note 988 Pope, Walter 858 Porter, Horace 867 Porter, Mrs. David 869 Porteus, Beilby 425 Potter, Henry C 795 Powell, Sir John 278 Praed, Winthrop M 608 Priestley, Joseph 1050 Primrose, Archibald P 827 Prior, James, note 412 Prior, Matthew 287 Proclus, note 926, 1003 Procter, Adelaide A 760 Procter, Bryan W 538 Phoudfit, David L 818 Publius Syrus 894 note, 920 Pulteney, William 859 Quarles, Francis 203 Quincy, Josiah, Jr 436 Quincy, Josiah 505 Quintilian 907 Quitard, note 176 Rabelais 956 note 944, 949, 955 Racine, note 391, 890 Radcliffe, Ann 456 Raleigh, Sir Walter 25 Ramsay, Allan 859 Randall, H. S 1C51 Randall, James R 813 Ranke, Leopold, note 956 Ransford, Edwin 632 Page Raspe, note 925 Ravenscroft, Thomas 869 Ray, William, note 216 Read, Thomas B 751 Realf, Richard 788 Rhodes, William B 388 Richards, Amelia B., note . . . 533 Riley, James W 833 Robinson, Mary 862 Robinson, Edwin A 851 Roche, James J 826 Rochester, Earl of 279 Rogers, Samuel 455 Roland, Madame 990 Roosevelt, Theodore 840 Roscommon, Earl of 278 Rosebery, Earl of 827 Rossetti, Christina G 776 Rossetti, Dante G 769 Rostand, Edmond 998 Rousseau 988 Rowe, Nicholas 301 Roydon, Mathew ....... 23 Rumbold, Richard 868 Ruskin, John 746 Russell, George W 855 Russell, W. S 1052 Ryan, Richard 586 Saint Augustine 953 Saint Simon, note 189 Sala, George A., note 463 Sales, Saint Francis de, note . . 372 Salis, Von 991 Sallust, note 167 Salvandy, Comte de 1 003 Sandys, Sir Edwin, note .... 314 Sangster, Margaret E 811 Sargent, Epes 714 Savage, Richard 354 Saxe, John G 719 Scarron, note 216 Schelling, note 999 Schidoni 979 Schiller 990 Scott, Sir Walter 487 Sir Walter, note .... 1044 Scott, Winfield 864 Seaman, Owen 845 Sears, Edmund H 695 Sebastiani, General 1001 Sedaine, Michel J 989 Sedley, Charles 859 Selden, John 194 Selvaggi, note 271 Seneca 900 note 960 Sevigne, Madame de, note . 926, 987 INDEX OF AUTHORS. xvii Page Page 731 _ SPRAGUE, GHARLES . . ■ . 564 439 Stael. Madame de, noli 1 7 A ClOfl . . i/i, yyy 189 Stedman, Edmund C. 785 606 , . 859 Shaftesbury, Earl of, note . . . 581 Shakespeare, William . . . 42 William, note . 773, 896. 967. 968. C69. 970, 974 Sharman, Julian, note . . . 12 . . 837 . . . . 1051 Shaw, George Bernard . . . . 838 George Bernard, note . . r,rs Stoddard, Richard H. . . . . 763 279 Stolberg, Christian, note . . . 503 Shelley, Percy B . . 564 Percy B., note . . . . 602 Sheres, Sir Henry, note , . . . 13 . . . . 700 Sherman, William T. ... 867 . . 637 440 Shirley, James 209 Shorthouse, Joseph H. . . . . 791 Suttner, Baroness Von . . . . 868 Sidney, Algernon . . 264 Sidney, Sir Philip 34 Jonathan, note . . . . 982 Silius Italicus, note .... 207 Swinburne, Algernon C. ... 804 Sims, George R . . 827 Algernon C. note 711 979 . . . . 814 . . 999 . . 8 Tabb, John B . . . . 824 . . 363 . . 720 . . 1050 Talfourd. Thomas N. . . . . . 579 . . 775 Taney. Roger B. ... . . . . 863 . . 838 . . . . 1043 Smith, Captain John, note . . 495 . . . . 761 . . . . 606 . . 517 Taylor. Jane and Ann . . . . . 534 Smith, James . . 510 Taylor, Jeremy, note . . . . 169, 193 Taylor, John . . . . 858 508 . . . . 20 459 Temple. Sir William . . . . 266 Smollett, Tobias . . 392 Tennyson. Alfred . . . , . . . 665 Alfred, note . 721. 771. 7/4 63 SOMERVILLE, WILLIAM, note . . 314 Tertullian , ... 942 Sophocles ..." ... . . 882 Thackeray, W. M., . . OOr,, note 800 Sorbienne, note . . 286 Thaxter, Celia . . . . ... 792 South, Robert, note .... 310 282 Thayer, William R. . . . ... 842 Southey, Robert 506, 1045 . . . . 352 Southwell, Robert, note . . . . 22 . . . . 349 . . 903 ... 880 , . 773 ... 652 Herbert, note . . . . 663 464 . . . . 841 27 , . . . 821 . . 797 , . . . 722 xviii INDEX OF Page Thornbury, George W 768 Thorpe, Rose H 831 Thrale, Mrs 432 Thucydides, note 912 Thurlow, Lord 426 Tibullus, note 106 Tickell, Thomas ...... 313 Tillotson, John 266 Tilton, Theodore 793 Titus, Colonel, note 352 Tobin, John 463 Tolowiez, note 953 Tolstoi, Count 996 Toplady, Augustus M., note . . 432 Tourneur, Cyril 34 Townley, James 380 Trowbridge, John T 766 Trumbull, John 439 Tucker, Dean 1050 Tuke, Samuel 858 Tupper, Martin F 695 Tusser, Thomas 20 Twain, Mark 795 Uhland, Johann L 992 Unknown Authors 893 Usteri, J. M 991 Valerius Maximus, note .... 807 Vanbrugh, Sir John 870 Van Buren, Martin, note .... 364 Vandyk, H. S 865 Van Dyke, Henry 834 Henry, note .... 748 Varro, note 167 Vaughan, Henry 263 Vauvenargues 989 Vegetius, note 425 Venning, Ralph 262 Villon 955 Virgil, note 185, 893, 906 Volney, note 602 Voltaire 986 note 890 Voss, J. H., note 1003 Wade, J. A 605 Walker, William 265 Wallace, Horace B., note . . . 361 Wallace, William R 731 Waller, Edmund 219 Walpole, Horace 389 Horace, note 602 Walpole, Sir Robert 304 Walton, Izaak 206 Warburton, Thomas 1051 Warner, William 38 Ward, Artemus 787 Ward, Mary A 832 AUTHORS. Page Ward, Thomas 1049 Warton, Thomas 403 Washington, George 425 Waterman, Nixon 842 Watson, William 840 Watts, Isaac 301 Webb, Charles H 792 Webster, Daniel 529 Webster, John 180 Welby, Amelia B 867 Wellington, Duke of 463 Wells, William V 1050 Wesley, Charles 860 Wesley, John 359 Whetstone, George, note ... 14 Whewell, William 169 White, Henry Kirke, note . . . 602 Whitman, Sarah H, P 613 Whitman, Walt 741 Walt, note 745 Whither, John G 649 Whyte-Melville, George J. . . 750 Wight, Rezin A 1046 Wilcox, Ella W 835 Wilde, Oscar F. 0 836 Wilde, Richard H 865 Willard, Emma 864 Williams, Helen M 862 Williams, Roger 208 Williams, Theodore C 835 Willis, Nathaniel P 723 Nathaniel P., note . . . 586 Wilson, Alexander 1052 Wilson, John, note 558 Winslow, Edward, note .... 283 Winter, William 802 Winthrop, John 858 Winthrop, Robert C 687 Wither, George 199 Wolcot, John 431 Wolfe, Charles 563 Wolfe, James 861 Woodworth, Samuel 537 Woolsey, Sarah C 824 Wordsworth, William 465 Wotton, Sir Henry 174 Wrother, Miss 869 Wycherley, William, note . . . 452 Yalden, Thomas, note 18i Yeats, William B 848 Yonge, Nicholas, note 897 Young, Edward 306 Young, Sir John, note 177 Zamoyski, Jan 1002 Zangwill, 1 848 Zouch, Thomas, note 209 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XIX ANONYMOUS BOOKS CITED. Page Annals of Sporting 1047 BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA, UOlt 282 Biographia Dramatica, note 347 Book of Common Prayer 1042 British Princes 871 Cupid's Whirligig, note 446 Deutsche Rechts Alterthumer 1050 Drunken Barnaby's Four Journeys 1048 Encyclopaedia Britannica, note 970 Gesta Romanorum 988 Health to the Gentle Profession of Serving-men, note 360 History of the Family of Courtenay, note 98S Letters of Junius 874 Marriage of Wit and Wisdom 1051 Menagiana, note 979 New England Primer 872 Pierre Patelin, note 957 Regimen Santitatis Salernitanum, note 291 Return from Parnassus 870 Spectator 1049 The Bible 1004 The Examiner, May 31, 1829, note 313 The Mock Romance, note 217 The Nation, note 532 The Skylark 104G Wheeler's Magazine, note, 876 FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS GEOFFREY CHAUCER. 1328-1400. (From the text of Tyrwhitt.) Whanne that April with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 1 And smale foules maken melodie, That slepen alle night with open eye, So priketh hem nature in hir eorages ; Than longen folk fo gon on pilgrimages. Line 9. And of his port as meke as is a mayde. Line 69 , He was a veray parfit gentil knight. Line 72. He coude songes make, and wel endite. Line 95. Fill wel she sange the service devine, Entuned in hire nose ful swetely ; And Frenche she spake ful fay re and fetisly. After the scole of Stratford atte bowe, For Frenche of Paris was to hire unknowe. Line 122. A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also. Line 287. For him was lever han at his beddes hed A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle, and his philosophic, Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie. But all be that he was a philosophre, Vet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. Line 295> 2 CHAUCER. And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 310. Nowher so besy a man as he ther n* as, And yet he semed besier than he was. Une 323 His studie was but litel on the Bible. /,i We 4io. For gold in phisike is a cordial ; Therefore he loved gold in special. Line 445. Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder, Line 493. This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf, — That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught. Line 498. But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, He taught ; but first he folwed it himselve. Line 529. And yet he had a thomb of gold parde. 1 Line 565 Who so shall telle a tale after a man, He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, Everich word, if it be in his charge, All speke he never so rudely and so large ; Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe : Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe. Line 733. For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte. The Knightes Tale. Line 1044, That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears. 2 Line 1524, Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie. Line 2275. 1 In allusion to the proverb, " Every honest miller has a golden thumb.'- a Fieldes have eies and -woodes have eares. — Heywood: Proverbes fart ii. chap. v. Wode has erys, felde has sigt. — King Edward and the Shepherd, M& Circa 1300. Walls have ears. — Hazlitt: English Proverbs, etc. (ed. 1869) p 446. CHAUCER. 3 Min be the travaille, and tliin be the glorie. Canterbury Tales. Ths, Knighte* Tale, Line 3408 To maken vertue of necessite. 1 Line 3044. And brought of mighty ale a large quart. The Milleres Tale. Line 3497 Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be, That may both werken wel and hastily. 2 This wol be done at leisure parfitly. 8 The Marchmntes Tale. Line 585. Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken. 4 The Reves Prologue. Line 3880. The gretest clerkes ben not the wisest men. The Re res Tale. L in e 4051. So was hire joly whistle wel ywette. Line 4153. In his owen grese I made him frie. 6 Line gogq. And for to see, and eek for to be seie. 6 The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6134. 1 Also in Troilus and Cresseide, line 1587. To make a virtue of necessity. — Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen oj Verona, act iv. sc. 2. Matthew Henry: Comm. on Ps. xxxvii. Dryden: Palamon and Arcite. In the additions of Hadrianus Julius to the Adages of Erasmus, he re- marks, under the head of Necessitatem edere, that a very familiar proverb was current among his countrymen, — 11 Necessitatem in virtutem commu- tare " (To make necessity a virtue). Laudem virtutis necessitati damus (We give to necessity the praise of virtue). —Quintilian: Inst. Orat. i. 8. 14. 2 Haste makes waste. — Heywood : Proverbs, part i. chap. ii. Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently. — Publius Syrus: Maxim 357. 8 Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or exactness of beauty. — Plutarch : Life of Pericles. 4 E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. — Gray : Elegy, Stanza 23. 6 Frieth in her own grease. — Heywood: Proverbs, part i. chap. xi. 6 To see and to be seen. — Ben Jonson: Kpilhalamion, st. Hi. line 4. Goldsmith : Citizen of the World, letter 71. Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsa* (They come to see ; they come that they themselves mav be seen). — Ovid: The Art of Love, i. 99. 4 CHAUCER. I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to. 1 Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6154 Loke who that is most vertuous alway, Prive and apert, and most entendeth ay To do the gentil dedes that he can, And take him for the gretest gentilman. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6695. That he is gentil, that doth gentil dedis. 2 Line 6752. This flour of winy patience. The Clerkes Tale. Part v. Line 8797. They demen gladly to the badder end. The Squieres Tale. Line 10538 Therefore behoveth him a ful long spone, That shall eat with a fend. 3 Line 10916. Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal. The Frankeleines Prologue. Line 10998. Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. The Frankeleines Tale. Line 11789. Full wise is he that can himselven knowe. 4 The Monies Tale. Line 1449. 1 Consider the little mouse, how sagacious an animal it is which never entrusts his life to one hole only. — Plautus : Truculentus, act iv. sc. 4. The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul. Pope : Paraphrase of the Prologue, line 298. 2 Handsome is that handsome does. — Goldsmith : Vicar of Wakefield, chap. i. 3 Hee must have a long spoon, shall eat with the devill. — Heywood : Proverbes, part ii. chap. v. He must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. — Shake- speare : Comedy of Errors, act iv. sc. 3. 4 Thales was asked what was very difficult ; he said, " To know one's self." — Diogenes Laertius : Thales, ix. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan ; The proper study of mankind is man. Pope : Epistle ii. line 1. CHAUCER. 5 Mordre wol out, that see we day by day. 1 Canterbury Tales. The Nonnes Preestes Tale. Line 15058. But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.* The Chanonts Yemannes Tale. Line 16430. The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge. The Manciples Tale. Line 17281 The proverbe saith that many a smale maketh a grate. 8 Persunts Tale. Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese. 4 Troilus and Creseide. Book ii. Line 470. Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake. Line 1201 For of fortunes sharpe adversite, The worst kind of iniortune is this, — A. man that hath been in prosperity And it remember whan it passed is. Book Hi. Line MM. 1 Murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ . Shakespkai:k : Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2. 2 Tyrwhitt says this is taken from the Parabulae of Aunts Dfl IH8ULB, »vho died in 1994, — Non teneas aurum totum quod splemlct ut Altitun (l>o not hold everything as gold which shines like gold). All is not golde that outward shewith bright. — Lydgate : On the Mutability of Human Affairs. Gold all is not that doth golden seem. — Spenser: Faerie Queene^ book ii. canto viii. st. 14. All that glisters is not gold. — Shakespeare : Merchant . 23. Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen. 8 Boole Hi. Chap. 12. JOHN FORTESCUE. Circa 1395-1485. Moche Crye and no Wull. 4 De Laudibus Leg. A*giim% Chap. z. Comparisons are odious. 5 Chap. xix. 1 This expression is of much greater antiquity. It appears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, p. 27 (Lower's translation), and in The Vision of Piers Ploughman, line 13994. ed. 1550. A man's heart deviseth his way ; but the Lord directeth his steps. — Proverbs xvi. 9. 2 Out of syght, out of mynd. — Googe : Kglogs. 1563. And out of mind as soon as out of sight. Lord Brooke : Sonnet Ivt. Fer from eze, fer from herte, Quoth Hendyng. IIkndyng : Proverbs, MSB. Circa 1320. I do perceive that the old proverbis be not alwaies trew, for I do finde that the absence of my Nath. doth breede in me the more continuall remembrance of him. — Anne Lady Bacon to Jane Lady Comwallis, 1613. On page 19 of The Private Correspondence of I^ady Comwallis, Sir Nathaniel Bacon speaks of the owlde proverbe, " Out of eighte, out of mynde." 8 See Chaucer, page 5. 4 All cry and no wool. — Butler : TJudibras, part i. canto i. line S52. 6 Cervantes : Don Quixote (Lockhart's ed.), part ii. chap. i. Lyly : Euphues, 1580. Marlowe : LusVs Dominion, act Hi. sc. 4. Burton : Anatomy of Melancholy, part Hi. sec. 3. Thomas Heywood : A Woman killed with Kindness (first ed. in 1G07), act i. sc. 1. Donne : Elegy, viii. Herbert : Jacula Prudentum. Grange : Golden Aphrodite. Comparisons are odorous. — Shakespeare : Much Ado about Nothing, act Hi. sc. 6. 8 SKELTON. — HEY WOOD. JOHN SKELTON. Circa 1460-1529. There is nothynge that more dyspleaseth God, Than from theyr children to spare the rod. 1 Magnyfycence. Line 1954, He ruleth all the rOSte. 2 Why Come ye not to Courte. Line 198. In the Spight Of his teeth. 3 Colyn Cloute. Line 939. He knew what is what. 4 Line 1106. By hoke ne by croke. 5 Line 1240. The wolf e from the dore. Line 1531. Old proverbe says, That byrd ys not honest That fyleth hys OWne nest. 6 Poems against Garnesche. JOHN HEYWOOD. 7 Circa 1565. The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, As sages in all times assert ; The happy man 's without a shirt. Be Merry Friends. 1 He that spareth the rod hateth his son. — Proverbs xiii. 24. They spare the rod and spoyl the child. — Ralph Venning: Mysteries and Revelations (second ed.), p. 5. 1649. Spare the rod and spoil the child. — Butler: Hudibras, pt. ii. c. i. I. 843. 2 Rule the rost. — Heywood: Proverbes, part i. chap. v. Her that ruled the rost. — Thomas Heywood : History of Women. Rules the roast. — Jonson, Chapman, Marston : Eastward Ho, act ii. sc. 1. Shakespeare: 2 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1. 3 In spite of my teeth. — Middleton: A Trick to catch the Old One, act i. sc. 2. Fielding : Eurydice Hissed. 4 He knew what 's what. — Butler: Hudibras, pari i. canto i. line 149. 5 In hope her to attain by hook or crook. — Spenser : Faerie Queene, book Hi. canto i. st. 17. 6 It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest. — Heywood : Proverbes, part ii. chap. v. 7 The Proverbes of John Heywood is the earliest collection of English colloquial sayings. It was first printed in 1546. The title of the edition of 1562 is, John Heywoodes Woorkes. A Dialogue conteyning the number of the effectuall proverbes in the English tounge, compact in a matter concern- ynge two maner of Maryages, etc. The selection here given is from the edition of 1874 (a reprint of 1598), edited by Julian Sharman. HEY WOOD. 'J Let the world slide, 1 let the world go ; A fig for care, and a fig for woe ! If I can't pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low. Be Merry Friend*. All a green willow, willow, All a green willow is my garland. T he Green Willow. Haste maketh waste. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii. Beware of, Had I wist. 2 ibid. Good to be merie and wise. 8 ibid. Beaten with his owne rod. 4 [bid. Look ere ye leape. 6 ibid. He that will not when he may, When he would he shall have nay. 9 Ckap. in. The fat is in the fire. 7 ibid 1 Let the world slide. — Towneley Mysteries, />. 101 (1420). Suae em-bake: Taming of the Shrew, indue. 1. Beaumont and Ieetciiek : WU irithout Money, act v. sc. 2. 2 A common exclamation of regret occurring in Spenser, Harrington, and the older writers. An earlier instance of the phrase occurs in the Towneley Mysteries. 8 'T is good to be merry and wise. — Jonson, Chapman. Makston: Eastward IIo, act i. sc. 1. Bukns: Here 's a health to them that 's awa\ 4 don fne Ancren Riwle. Circa 1250. 4 The stone that is rolling can gather no moss. — Tusser : Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. A rolling stone gathers no moss. — Publius Syrus : Maxim 524. Gosson : Fphemerides of Phialo. Makstun : The F"icn. Pierre volage ne queult mousse (A rolling stone gathers no moss). — De Vhermile qui se des^spera pour U larron que ala en paradis avant que lui, 13th century. 5 To rob Peter and pay Paul is said to have derived its origin when, in the reign of Ed ' an! VT., the lands of St. Peter at Westminster were appro- priated to raise mone}'- for the repair of St. Paul's in London. 6 You know that love Will creep in service when it cannot go. Shakespeare : Two Gentlemen of Verona, aci iv. sc. 2. 7 Shakespeare alludes to this proverb in Macbeth: — Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat T the adage. Cat lufat visch. ac he nele his feth wete. — MS. Trinity College, Cam, bridge, circa 1250. 8 Whylst grass doth grow, oft sterves the seely steede. — Whetstone '. Promos and Cassandra. 1578. While the grass grows — The proverb is something mustv. Shakespeare : Hamlet, act Hi. sc. 4. HEY WOOD. 18 Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood. 1 Proitibts. Part i. Chap, zi Rome was not built in one day. ibid ¥ee have many strings to your bowe. 2 ibid. Many small make a great. 8 ibid. Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe. ibid. Better is halfe a lofe than no bread. ibid. Nought venter nought have. 4 ibid. Children and fooles cannot lye. 6 /bid. Set all at sixe and seven. 6 /bid. All is fish that comth to net. 7 ibid. Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife? 8 ibu. One good turne asketh another. ibid. By hooke or crooke. 9 ibid. 1 An earlier instance occurs in Heywood, in his " Dialogue on Wit and Folly," cuci l. r ).!0. 2 Two string to his how. — RnoKKU : Polity book v. chap. Ixix. Chap- man : D' A hi hois, act li. sc 3. BlITLKRl HttdlbifS, pn>t fJ! . citnto i. lint 1. Churciiiix: The Ghost, book iv. Fikldima: Iaw in Several Mewq+et sc. 13. 8 See Chaucer, nam 5 4 Namrht venture naccht have. — Tiis*m< Fiti f/mn/i td Points of Good Husbandry. October Abstract. 6 'Tisan old saw, Children and fnole* «p . triM LTLY : Fndymion. • Set all on sex and aeren. — Chauckm rmd Cressetde, book tv. lint fi23; also Tmrneley My stems At six and seven — - Siiakkspkakh : /. | tetii sc. 2. 1 All 's fish thev uet tha' comet h to nH Fl&i Hundred Points of Good H mbnndrtf February Abut end Where all is lish tl at comet h to net. - « • St, ele Gins. jr>::> 8 Him that waken shoes go barefoot hi litri i«>n : Anatomy oj Melancholy. I> > writ lit to the Rr t/t i 3 This phrase derive* its origin from the uu i u ut certain manors where tenants are authorized to take li re-hot e by In, I- hy r-,„ k ; that is, so much of the nndenr >od as mav he cut with a <■•.• •<>U. a 1 mi much ore isim Tract*, circa f3"0 - See Skelron. p«i_ r e 8. R < ■ \ts • bo, k v. chap. xiii. DtrBAKTAs: t 1 <■ WtfpafMan. Sncxai r : /■' Queene, book ui. canto i. st. 17 Bkaumont and Fletcher: Women Pleased, act. i. sc. .? 16 HEYWOOD. She frieth in her owne grease. 1 Proverbes. Pan a Chap. a* Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote. I pray thee let me and my fellow have A haire of the dog that bit ns last night. 2 But in deede, A. friend is never knowne till a man have neede. ibid. This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.* Part ii. Cliap. i, New brome swepth cleene. 4 All thing is the woorse for the wearing. Burnt child fire dredth. 6 Chap. a. All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.* j^d. Love me litle, love me long. 7 iud. A fooles bolt is soone shot. 8 chap, ui A woman hath nine lives like a cat. 9 chap. iv. A peny for your thought. 10 ibid 1 See Chaucer, page 3. 2 In old receipt books we find it invariably advised that an inebriate should drink sparingly in the morning some of the same liquor which he had drunk to excess over-night. 3 See Chaucer, page 6. 4 Ah, weil I wot that anew broome sweepeth cleane — Lyly : Euphues CArber's reprint), p. 89. » Brend child fur dredth, Quoth TIendyng. Proverbs of Hendyng. MSS. A burnt child dreadeth the fire. — Lyly : Euphues (Arber's reprint), p. 319. 6 You do not speak gospel. — Rabelais : book i. chap. xiii. 1 Marlowe : Jew of Malta, act iv. sc. 6 Bacon : Formularies. 8 Sottes bolt is sone shote. — Proverbs of Hendyng. MSS. 9 It has been the Providence of Nature to give this creature nine lives instead of one. — Pilpay : The Greedy and Ambitious Cat, fable ui. &. C. 10 Lyi.y: Euphues (Arber's reprint), p 80. HEY WOOD. 17 YOU Stand in your OWne light. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv. Though chaunge be no robbry. Ibid. Might have gone further and have fared worse. Ibid. lne grey mare is the better horse. 1 Ibid. Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away. 2 Chap. v. CI 11 Ij T_ 1 -1 Q Small pitchers have wyde eares. d lbi(Jt% IVIany hands make light warke. Ibid. The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men. 4 Ibid. Out of Gods blessing into the warme ^uniie. 6 Ibid. Ihere is no fire without some smoke. 8 Ibid. One swallow maketh not summer. 7 Ibid. Fieldes have eies and woods have eares. 8 Ibid. A cat may looke on a King. Ibid. 1 Pryde and Abuse of Women. l. r >. r >0. The .^farriage of True Wit and Science. Butler : Hudibras, part ii. canto i. line $98. Fielding : The Gi~ub Street Opera, act ii. sc. 4. Prior : Epilogue to Lucius. Lord Macaulay {History of England, vol. i. chap. Hi.) thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to the gray mares of Flanders over the finest coach-horses of England. Macaulay, however, is writing of the latter half of the seventeenth century, while the proverb was used a century earlier. 2 See Chaucer, page 6. Two may keep counsel when the third's away. — Shakespeare. Titus Andronicus, act iv. sc. 2. 8 Pitchers have ears. — Shakespeare : Richard III. act ii. sc. 4. 4 See Chaucer, page 3. 6 Thou shalt come out of a warme sunne into Gods blessing. — Lyly : Euphues. Thou out of Heaven's benediction comest To the warm sun. Siiakeweare : Lear, act ii. sc. 2. i Ther can no great smoke arise, but there must be some tire. — Ltlt j Euphues (Arber's reprint), p. 153. i One swallowe pronveth not that summer is neare. — Northbrookk Treatise against Dancing. 1577. 8 See Chaucer, page 2. 1 18 HEYWOOD. It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest. 1 Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. 0, Have yee him on the hip. 2 Ibidt Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill. 3 ibid, It had need to bee A wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare. 4 md Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre. 5 jud. Time trieth troth in every doubt. 6 j oidt Mad as a march hare. 7 ]bid Much water goeth by the mill That the miller knoweth not of. 8 He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive. 9 Chap. vii. Set the cart before the horse. 10 1 See Skelton, page 8. 2 I have thee on the hip. — Shakespeare : Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc. 1 ; Othello, act ii. sc. 7. 3 See Chaucer, page 4. * A hardy mouse that is bold to breede In cattis eeris. Order of Foles. MS. circa 1450. 5 The same in Don Quixote (Lockhart's ed.), part i. book Hi. chap. iv. Bunyan : Pilgrim's Progress. Fletcher : The Wild-Goose Chase, act iv. sc. 3. 6 Time trieth truth. — TotteVs Miscellany, reprint 1867, p. 221. Time tries the troth in everything. — Tusser : Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Author's Epistle, chap. i. 7 I saye, thou madde March hare. — Skelton : Replycation against cer~ tayne yong scolers. 8 More water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of. Shakespeare : Titus Andronicus, act ii. sc. 7. 9 An earlier instance of this proverb occurs in Hey wood's Johan the Husbande. 1533. He must needs go whom the devil drives. — Shakespeare : All '« Well hat Ends Well, act i. sc. 3. Cervantes : Don Quixote, part i. book iv. chap. iv. Gosson : Ephemerides of PMalo. Peele : Edward I. 10 Others set carts before the horses. — Rabelais : book v. chap. xxii. HEY WOOD. 19 The moe the merrier. 1 Proverbes. Part h. Chap, vii. To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray. 2 ibid. It is better to be An old man's derling than a yong man's werling. ibid. Be the day never so long, Evermore at last they ring to evensong. 8 ibid. The moone is made of a greene cheese. 4 ibid. 1 know on which side my bread is buttred. ibid. It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone. 5 Chap, viii Who is so deafe or so blinde as is hee That wilfully will neither heare nor see ? 8 chap. fx. The wrong sow by th' eare. 7 ibid. Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother. 8 ibid, Love me, love my dog. 9 ibiA. 1 Gascoigne: 7? oses, 1575. Title of a Book of Epigrams, W08. Beau- Mont and Fletcher : The Scornful Lady, act i. sc. 1 ; The Sea Voyage, act i. sc. 2. 2 To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast.— Siiakespka he : 2 Henry 1 V. act iv. tC. 2. 8 Be the day short or never so long, At length it ringeth to even song. Quoted at the Stake by George Tankerfield (1555). Fox : Book of Martyrs, chap. vii. p. 946. * Jack Jurjler, p. 46. Rarelais : book i. chap. xi. BlACKLOCH " Hatchet of Heresies, 1565. Butler : fhidi bras, part ii. canto Hi. line 2>'>r.. 6 What is bred in the bone will never come out of the flesh. — Pilpay * The Two Fishermen, fable xir. It will never out of the flesh that 's bred in the bone. — Joxson : Every Man in his Humour, act i. sc. 1. 6 None so deaf as those that will not hear. — Mathew Henry : Com itientaries. Psalm Iriii. 1 He has the wrong sow by the ear. — Jonson : Every Man in his Humour, act ii. sc. 1. 8 See Chaucer, page 6. 9 Chapman : Widow's Tears, 1612. A proverb in the time of Saint Bernard was, Qui me amat, amet °* canem meum (Who loves me will love my dog also). — Ssrvic /YuntM- 20 HEYWOOD. — TUSSER. An ill winde that bloweth no man to good. 1 Proverbes. Part i. Chap, ix For when I gave you an inch, you tooke an ell. 2 ibid Would yee both eat your cake and have your cake ? 8 ibid. Every man for himself e and God for us all. 4 ibid Though he love not to buy the pig in the poke. 5 ibid. This hitteth the naile on the hed. 6 chap. xi. Enough is as good as a feast. 7 ibid. THOMAS TTTSSER. Circa 1515-1580. God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat. 8 Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good. A Description of the Properties of Wind. At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. The Farmer's Daily Diet. 1 Falstaff. What wind blew you hither. Pistol '? Pistol Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Shakespeare : 2 Henry IV, act v. sc. 3. 2 Give an inch, Tie '11 take an ell. — Webster: Sir Thomas Wyatt. 3 Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it? — Herbert : The Size. 4 Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all. — Burton : Anatomy of Melancholy, part Hi. sec. i. mem. Hi. 5 For buying or selling of pig in a poke. — Tusser : Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. September Abstract. 6 You have there hit the nail on the head. — Rabelais: bJc. in. ch. xxxi. 7 Dives and Pauper, 1493. Gascoigne : Poesies, 1575. Pope: Horace, booh i. Ep. vii. line 24. Fielding : Covent Garden Tragedy, act v. sc. 1. Biv.kerstaff : Love in a Village, act Hi. sc. 1. 8 God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks. — John Taylor : Works, vol. xi. p. 85 (1630). Kay : Proverbs. Garrick : Epigram on Goldsmiths Retaliation. TUSSER. - EDWARDS. 21 Such mistress, such Nan, Such master, such man. 1 Five Hundred Points There is a very similar but anonymous copy in the British Museum. Additional MS. 15225, p. 85. And there is an imitation in J. Sylvester's Works, p. 651. — Hannah : Courtly Poets. My mind to me a kingdom is ; Such perfect joy therein I find, As far exceeds all earthly bliss That God and Nature hath assigned. Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. Byrd : Psalmes, Sonnets, etc. 1588. My mind to me an empire is, While grace affordeth health. Robert Southwell (1560-1595) : Loo Home. Mens regnum bona possidet (A good mind possesses a kingdom). — Seneca : Thyestes, ii. 380. 2 Stated by Dyce to be from a MS. of older date than Gammer Gurton'i Needle. See Skelton's Works (Dyce's ed.), vol. i. pp. vii-x, note. STILL. — STERNHOLD. — KOYDON. 23 Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold ; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. Gammer Gurton" s Ntedle. Acta THOMAS STERNHOLD. Circa 1549. The Lord descended from above And bow'd the heavens high ; And underneath his teet he cast The darkness of the sky. On cherubs and on cherubiins Full royally he rode ; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying ail abroad. A Metrical Version of Psalm cin MATHEW ROY.DON. Circa 1586. A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The Lineaments of (rnsnoll bookes. An Elvijit ; or Frit nd's PamitM for his AstrophillA Was never eie did see that face, Was never eare did heare that tong, W»s never minde did minde his e^race, Tint ever thought the travell long ; But eies and eares and ev'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught. ibid. 1 This mecp (ascribed to Snenspr) printed in The Plmmx' .Vest, 4H\ 1*93) unm- it is anonymous Todd has shown that it was writton bf Mathew Rovdon. 24 COKE. — PEELE. SIR, EDWAED COKE. 1549-1634. The gladsome light of jurisprudence. First Imtitutit Eeason is the life of the law ; nay, the common law itself is nothing else but reason, . . . The law, which is perfection of reason. 1 For a man's house is his castle, et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium. 2 Third Institute. Page 162. The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and vio. lence as for his repose. Semayne's Case, 5 Rep. 91. They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls. Case of Sutton's Hospital, 10 Rep. 32. Magna Charta is such a fellow that he will have no Sovereign. Debate in the Commons, May 17, 1628. Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Eour spend in prayer, the rest on Nature fix. 3 Translation of lines quoted by Coke GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598. His golden locks time hath to silver turned ; 0 time too swift ! 0 swiftness never ceasing ! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain ; youth waneth by encreasing. Sonnet. Polyhymnia, 1 Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason. — Sik John Powell: Cocjgs vs. Bernard, 2 Ld. Raym. Rep. p. 911, 3 Pandects, lib. ii tit. iv. De in Jus vocando. 8 Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven ; Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven. Sir William Jones. PEELE. — RALEIGH. 25 His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms. Sonnet. Polyhymnia My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse : They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse ! Cupid's Curse SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd, Fain would I, but I dare not ; I dare, and yet I may not ; I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not. Fain Would I Passions are likened best to floods and streams : The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. 1 The Silent Lover. Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty : A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. ibid. Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant : Fear not to touch the best The truth shall be thy warrant : Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. The Lie. 1 Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi (The deepest rivers flow with the least sound). — Q. Curtius, vii. 4. 13. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deeu. — Shakespeare : 9 Henry VI. act Hi. sc. *. 26 RALKIGH. Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay. 1 Verses to Edmund Spenser, Cowards [may] fear to die ; but courage stout, Bather than live in snuff, will be put out. On the snuff of a candle the night before he died. — Raleigh's Remains, p. 258, ed. 1661. Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days. But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! Written the night before his death. — Found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster. Shall I, like an hermit, dwell On a rock or in a cell ? Poem. If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be ? 2 md. If she seem not chaste to me, What care I how chaste she be ? ibid. Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall. 3 [History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over. Historie of the World. Preface. 0 eloquent, just, and mightie Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath nattered, 1 Methought I saw my late espoused saint. — Milton : Sonnet xxiii. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne. — Wordsworth : Sonnet. 2 If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be ? George Wither : The Shepherd's Resolution. 8 Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. " Her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, ' If thy heart fails thee, climb not at ' " — Fuller: Worthies of England, vol. i.p. 419. RALEIGH. — SPENSER. 27 thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawne together all the farre stretched greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hicjacet t Book v. Part J. EDMUND SPENSER. 1553-1599. Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my SOng. 1 Faerie Queene. Int roil action. St. J A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine. Book i. Canto i. St. 1. 0 happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread ! st. & The noblest mind the best contentment has. St. .ir,. A bold bad man. 2 st. 37. Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. Canto Hi. St. 4. Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall ! 8 Canto viii. St. J. As when in Cymbrian plaine An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, Doe for the milky mothers want complaine, 4 And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing. St. 11. Entire affection hateth nicer hands. st. 40. 1 And moralized his song. — Pope : Epistle to Arbuthnot. Line 340. 2 This bold bad man. — Shakespeake : Henry VIII. act ii. sc. 2. Massingek : A New Way to Pay Old Debts, act iv. sc. 2. 8 Ay me ! what perils do environ The man that moddles with cold iron ! Butler : Hudibras, part i. canto Hi. line 1. * "Milky Mothers," — Pope: The Dunciad, book ii. line 247. Scott i The Monastery, chap, xxviii. 28 SPENSER That darksome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sulhun mind. Faerie Queene. Canto ix. St. 35. No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, Ho arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd. Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12. And is there care in Heaven ? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace ? Canto viii. St. A. How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want ! St. 2 Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound. Canto xii. St. 70, Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush, 1 In hope her to attain by hook or crook. 2 Book Hi. Canto i. St. 17. Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew, 3 And her conception of the joyous Prime. Canto vi. St. 3. Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew. St. 6. Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold. 4 Canto xi. St, 54. Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32. 1 Through thick and thin. — Drayton : Nymph id ice. Middleton : The Roaring Girl, act iv. sc. 2. Kemp: Nine Days- Wonder. Butler: Hu- dibras, part i. canto ii. line 370. Dryden : Absalom and Achitophel, part ii. line 414. Pope : Dunciad, book ii. Cowper : John Gilpin. 2 See Skelton, rage 8. 3 The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning. — Psalm ex. 3, Book of Common Prayer. 4 De l'audace, encore de 1'audace, et toujours de Paudace (Boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness). — Danton : Speech in the Legislative Assembly, 1792. SPENSER. 29 For all that Nature by her mother-wit 1 Could frame in earth. Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto x St. 21. Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. Book v. Canto ii. St. 43. Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have ? 2 St. 42. The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne ; For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed As by his manners. Book vi. Canto Hi. St. i. For we by conquest, of our soveraine might, And by eternall doome of Fate's decree, Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright. Book vii. Canto vi. St. 33. For of the soule the bodie forme doth take ; For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make. An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Lint 132. For all that faire is, is by nature good ; 8 That is a signe to know the gentle blood. Line 139. To kerke the narre from God more farre, 4 Has bene an old-sayd sawe ; And he that strives to touche a starre Oft stombles at a strawe. The She]>heai'des Calender. July. Line 97 Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To loose good dayes, that might be better spent ; To wast long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put bn,ck to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow. * Mother wit. — Marlowe : Prologue to Tamberlame the Great, part t. Middlkton : Your Five Gallants, act i. sc. 1. Shakespeare : TaminQ of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1. 2 Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. — Matthew v. 7. 8 The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.- - SHAKV Speabe: Measure for Measure, act m. sc. 1. 4 See Heywood, page 12. 30 SPENSER. To fret thy soule with, crosses and with cares ; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires ; 1 To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be nndonne. Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end, That doth his life in so long tendance spend ! Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 895 What more felicitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of Nature, To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie, To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature. Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209. I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see. Daphnaida, v. 407. Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take. 2 Amoretti, Ixx. I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme ; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason. 3 Lines on his Promised Pension.* 1 Eat not thy heart ; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them With vexatious cares. — Plutarch : Of the Training of Children. But suffered idleness To eat his heart away. Bryant : Homer's Iliad, booh i. line 319, 2 Take Time by the forelock. — Th ales (of Miletus). 636-546 b. c. 3 Rhyme noi\reason. — Pierre Paielin, quoted by Tyndale in 1530. F arce du Vendeur des Lieures, sixteenth century. Peele : Edward I. Shake- speare : As You Like Jt. act Hi. sc. 2; Merry Wives of Windsor, act v. sc. 5; Comedy of Errors, act ii. sc. 2. Sir Thomas More advised an author, who had sent him his manuscript to read, " to put it in rhyme." Which being done, Sir Thomas said, " Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme ; before it was neither rhyme nor reason." 4 Fuller : Worthies of England, vol. ii.p. 379. SPENSER. — HOOKER. — LYLY. 31 Behold, whiles she before the altar stands, Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes, And blesseth her with his two happy hands. Kpithalnmion. Line 223 RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600. Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage, — the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power. Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i. That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's misery. Book i. JOHN LYLY. Cirra 1 55:5-1601. Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses : Cupid paid. He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows : Loses them too. Then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how) ; With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple on his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes : She won, and- Cupid blind did rise. 0 Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me ? Cupid and Campaspe. Act Hi. Sc. $• 32 LYLY. How at heaven's gates she claps her wings ? The morne not waking til she sings. 1 Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1 Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly. 2 Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), paye 39. Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth. 3 Page 46. The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone. Page 47. I cast uefore the Moone. 4 p ag e 78. It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown Study. 5 Page 80, The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble ; 6 many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks. 7 Pagesi. He reckoneth without his Hostesse. 8 Love knoweth no lawes. Page 84. Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmsena ; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io ; into a showra of gold oO win Danae ? 9 p a ge 93. 1 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise. Shakespeare : Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 5. 2 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy. Shakespeare : Hamlet, act i. sc. 3. 3 The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows. — Shakf spear e : 1 Henry IV. act ii. sc. 4. 4 See Hey wood, page 11. 6 A brown study. — Swift : Polite Conversation. 6 Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow. — Plutarch : Of the Training of Children. Still icidi casus lapidem cavat (Continual dropping wears away a stone). Lucretius : i. 314. 7 Many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. Shakespeare : 3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1. 8 See Heywood. page 12. 9 Jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a bull, a swan, a golden shower, and what not for love- — Burton : Anatomy of Melancholy, vart Hi. sec. ii. mem. i. subs. 1. LYLY. 33 Lette me stande to the maine chance. 1 Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 104. I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde. 2 Pafje m It is a world to see. 8 p age There can no great smoke arise, but there must be SOme fire. 4 Euphues and his Euphatbus, page lo3. A clere conscience is a sure carde. 6 Euphues. page 207. As lyke as one pease is to another. p a g e 215. Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke. 6 Euphues and his England, page 229. A comely olde man as busie as a bee. p agt 252. Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fay re they are commonly fortunate. p ag e 279. Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest. 7 Page 287. Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde. Page 289. I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head. Page 308. A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne. 8 Page 314. 1 The main chance. — Shakespeare : 1 Henry VI. acti. sc. 1. Butler: Hudibras, pari ii. canto ii. Dkyden : Persius. satire ft. 2 See Heywood, page 12. 8 'T is a world to see. — Shakespeare •' Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1. 4 See Heywood, page 17. 6 This is a sure card. — Thersi/tes, circa 1600. 6 To rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb. — Breton : Court and Country, 1618 (reprint, page 182). Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. — Hunnts : The Village Curate. 7 See Raleigh, pape 25. 8 The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new. — Scott: Lady of the Lake, canto Hi. st. 1, 3 34 SIDNEY. — TOURNEUR. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586. Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge. Defence, of Poesy. He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth chil- dren from play, and old men from the chimney-corner. Ibid. I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. Ibid. High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy. 1 Arcadia. Book i. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. 2 ibid. Many-headed multitude. 8 Booh ii. My dear, my better half. Booh Hi. Pool ! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and Write. 4 Astrophel and Stella, i. Have I caught my heav'nly jewel. 6 ibid. Second Song. CYRIL TOURNEUR. Circa 1600. A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em. 6 The Revenger's Tragedy. Act Hi. Sc. 1. A Great thoughts come from the heart. — Vauvenakgues: Maxim cxxvii. 2 He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. — Fletcher: Love's Cure, act Hi. sc. 3. 3 Many-headed multitude. — Shakespeare : Coriolanus, act ii. sc. 3. This many-headed monster, Multitude. — Daniel ; History of the Civil *¥ar, booh ii. st. 13. 4 Look, then, into thine heart and write. — Longfellow : Voices oj the Night. Prelude. 6 Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor. 6 Distilled damnation. — Robert Hall (in Gregory's " Life of Hall "). BROOKE. — CHAPMAN. 35 LORD BROOKE. 1554-1628. 0 wearisome condition of humanity ! Mustapha. Act v. Sc. 4, And out of mind as soon as out of sight. 1 Bomut ivi. GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634. None ever loved but at first sight they loved. 2 The Blind Beyyar of Alexandria. An ill Weed grOWS apace. 8 An Humorous Day s Mirth. Black is a pearl in a woman's eye. 4 ibid. Exceeding fair she was not ; and yet fair In that she never studied to be fairer Than Nature made her ; beauty cost her nothing, Her virtues were so rare. au Fools. Art i. ». i. I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun, Causing a spring of virtues where lie shines. ibid. Cornelia. What flowers are these ? Gazetta. The pansy this. Cor. Oh, that 's for lovers' thoughts. 6 Art a. Sc. 1. Fortune, the great commandress of the world, Hath divers ways to advance her followers : To some she gives honour without deserving, To other some, deserving without honour. 6 Act r. Be. 1 1 See Thomas a Keinpis, page 7. 2 Who ever loved that lovsd not at first sight V — Maulowe : Iltro and heander. I saw and loved. — Gibbon : Memoirs, vol. i.p. JOG. 8 See Ileywood, page 13. 4 Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. — Siiakespeakk : Two Gentlemen of Verona, act v. sc. 2. 6 There is pansies, that's for thoughts. — Shakespeahe : Hamlet, act iv. sc. 5. 6 Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. — Shakespeake : Twelfth Night, act ii, sc. 5. 36 CHAPMAN. Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools. 1 All Fools. Act v. Sc. 1. Virtue is not malicious ; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err. Monsieur D' Olive. Act i. Sc. 1. For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still. 2 Act v. Sc. i< Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel ; her wing'd spirit Is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words. The Gentleman Usher. Act iv. Sc. 1. To put a girdle round about the world. 3 Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1. His deeds inimitable, like the sea That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts Nor prints of precedent for poor men's facts. ibid. So our lives In acts exemplary, not only win Ourselves good names, but doth to others give Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live. 4 ibid. Who to himself is law no law doth need, Offends no law, and is a king indeed. Act ii. Sc. l. Each natural agent works but to this end, — To render that it works on like itself. Act Hi. Sc. l. 1 Quoted by Camden as a saying of one Dr. Metcalf. It is now in many peoples' mouths, and likely to pass into a proverb. — Ray : Proverbs (Bonn ed),p. 145. 2 One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish. Shakespeare : Romeo and Juliet, act i. sc. 2. a I'll put a girdle round about the earth. — Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream, act ii. sc. 1. 4 Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. Longfeixow : A Psalm of Life. CHAPMAN. 'T is immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven. Conspiracy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act i. Sc. 1 Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air. Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act Hi. Sc. 1 He is at no end of his actions blest Whose ends will make him greatest, and not best. Adv. Sc. 1. Words writ in waters. 1 Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2. They 're only truly great who are truly good. 2 ibid. Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. 8 Light gains make heavy purses. 'Tis good to be merry and Wise. 4 J-Mslward Hot Act i. Sc. 1. Make ducks and drakes with shillings. ibid Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and •England, when they are out on 't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia] ; for we are all one coun trymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here. 6 Act Hi. Sc. 2. 1 Here lies one whose name was writ in water. — Ktatfi oirn Epitaph. 2 To be noble we '11 be good. — Wiiiifreda (Percy's Reliques). 'Tis only noble to be good. — Tennyson: Lady Clara Vere de Fere, stanza 7. 8 The same in Franklin's Poor Richard. 4 See Hevwood, page 9. ° By Chapman, Jonson, and Marston. 6 This is the famous passage that gave offence to James L, and causeu the imprisonment of the authors. The leaves containing it were cancelled and reprinted, and it only occurs in a few of the original copies. — ElCHABO Heknk Shepherd. 38 CHAPMAN. — WARNER. — HOLLAND. Enough 's as good as a feast. 1 Eastward Ho. Act Hi. Sc. a Fair words never hurt the tongue. 2 Act iv. Sc. 1. Let pride go afore, sham 3 will follow after. 3 ibid. I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf. Act v. Sc. 1. As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose. Epilogue to Translations. Promise is most given when the least is said. Musceus of Hero and Leander. WILLIAM WARNER. 1558-1609. "With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red : Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lips that bled. Albion's England. Booh viii. chap. xli. stanza 53 We thinke no greater blisse then such To be as be we would, When blessed none but such as be The same as be they should. Hook x. chap. lix. stanza 68. SIR RICHARD HOLLAND. 0 Douglas. 0 Douglas! Tendir and trewe. The Buhe of the HowlatA Stanza xxxi. 1 Dives and Pauper (7493). Gasootgne: Memorus (1575). Fielding: Covent Garden Tragedy, act ii. sc. 6. Bickekstaff: Love in a Village, act in. sc. 1. See He vw. >«> He hath indeed better bettered expectation. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. A very valiant trencher-man. ibid. He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. ibid. What, my dear Lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? md. There 's a skirmish of wit between them. ibid. The gentleman is not in your books. ibid. Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ? ibi& Benedick the married man. ibid. He is of a very melancholy disposition. ibid,. He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. Act a. Sc. i. As merry as the day is long. ibid, I have a good eye, uncle ; I can see a church by day- light. Ibid. 1 For every why he had a wherefore. — Butler: Hudibras, part i canto i. line 132. SHAKESPEARE. 51 Speak low if you speak love. / Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1. Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love : Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent. j 0 i& Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but little happy, if I could say how much. j 0 ij. Lie. ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the pup. pose. sc. 3. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, — One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never. /&,-,/. Sits the wind in that corner ? ibid. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour ? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. md. Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Act Hi. Sc. 1. From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, 1 he is all mirth. Se. ft Every one can master a grief but he that has it. iba. Are you good men and true ? Sc. 3. To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune ; but to write and read comes by nature. Md. The most senseless and fit man. ibid. 1 From the crown of his head to the sole of the foot. — Pliny : Natu- ral Hidorr, bonk vii. chap. xvii. Beaumont and Flktchek : The Honest Man's Fortune, act ii. sc. 2. Middlkton : A Mad World, etc. 52 SHAKESPEARE. You shall comprehend all vagrom men. Much Ado about Nothing. Act Hi. Sc. 3 2 Watch. How if a' will not stand ? Dogb. Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave. /bid. Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. ibid. If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for. ibid. The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. ibid. I know that Deformed. ibid. The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. ibid. I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is six old man and no honester than I. ibid. Comparisons are odorous. Sc. 5. If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my aeart to bestow it all of your worship. ibid. A good old man, sir ; he will be talking : as they say, When the age is in the wit is out. ibid. 0, what men dare do ! what men may do ! what men daily do, not knowing what they do ! Act iv. Sc. l. 0 } what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! ibid I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love. fifd. I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 53 For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lust, Why, then we rack the value ; then we find The virtue thai, possession would not show us Whiles it Was OUrS. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv Sc. J. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell ; d in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul. /bid. Masters, it is proved already that you are little l>etter than false knaves ; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. Sc. 2. The eftest way. ibid. Flat burglary as ever was committed. ibid. Condemned into everlasting redemption. juul 0, that he were here to write me down an ass ! rbvl. A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. ibid. Patch grief with proverbs. Act v. Sc. 1. Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. ftid. Charm ache with air, and agony with words. ibid. 'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. ibid. For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, ibid 54 SHAKESPEARE. Some of us will smart for it. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. I was not born under a rhyming planet. sc. 2. Done to death by slanderous tongues. sc. 3. Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. Love's Labour 's Lost Act i. Sc. h Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. ibid. Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Ibid. At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth ; 1 But like of each thing that in season grows. /bid. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. ibid. A high hope for a low heaven. md. And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. ibid. That unlettered small-knowing soul. ibid. A child of our grandmother Eve, a female ; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. ibid. Affliction may one day smile again ; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow ! ibid. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since ; but I think now 't is not to be found. Sc. 2. The rational hind Costard. ibid, * For " mirth." White reads shews? Singer, shows. SHAKESPEARE. 55 Devise, wit ; write, pen ; for I am for whole volumes in folio. Love's Labour 's Lost, Act i. Sr. 2- A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd ; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms : Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. Act a. Sc. 1 A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. jbid. Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. ibid. By my penny of observation. Act m, Sc. 1. The boy hath sold him a bargain, — a goose. jbid. To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. lbhi A very beadle to a humorous sigh. //„•,/. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. ibid. A. buck of the first head. Act ft. 8c. 2. He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink. //,„/. Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. Ibid You two are book-men. jbia. Dictynna, goodman Dull. ibid. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mel- lowing of occasion. ibid. For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye ? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. Sc. 2. 56 SHAKESPEARE. It adds a precious seeing to the eye. Love's Labour 's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair j 1 And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. ibid. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. ibid. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity fiper than the staple of his argument. Act v. Sc. l. Priscian ! a little scratched, 't will serve. ibid. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. ibid. In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. ibid. They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. Sc. 2. Let me take you a button-hole lower. ibid, I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. ibid. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. ibid. When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men. ibid, 1 Musical as is Apollo's lute. — Milton : Coram, line 78. SHAKESPEARE. 57 The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. Lore's Labour } » Lost. Act v. Sc. 2, But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn 1 Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. A Midsummer Niyht's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. For aught that I could ever read/ 2 Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. ibid. O, hell ! to choose love by another's eyes. /bid. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, u Behold ! " The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion. [bid Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. ibid. Masters, spread yourselves. sc. 2. This is Ercles' vein. n u i. I '11 speak in a monstrous little voice. ibid. I am slow of study. ibid. That would hang us, every mother's son. ibid. I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. /bid. A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. ibid The human mortals. Act a. Sc. i.s The rude sea grew civ il at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music. ibid, 1 Maidens withering on the stalk. — Woisdsworth : Personal Talk, stanza J. 2 "Ever I could read," — Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White. a Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. 58 SHAKESPEARE. And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. A Midsummer NighVs Dream. Act ii. Sc. lA I '11 put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. 2 ibid. My heart Is true as steel. 3 ibid* I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. ibid A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Act Hi. Sc. 1. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art translated. Ibid. Lord, what fools these mortals be ! Sc. 2. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. ibid. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. ibid. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Act iv. Sc. l. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. ibid. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, 5 man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. Ibid, 1 Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. 2 See Chapman, page 36. 3 Trew as Steele. — Chaucf.h : Troilus and Cresseide, book v. line 831, 4 Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. 6 Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard. — 1 Corinthians, ii. 9. SHAKESPEARE. 59 The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Esrypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, lie poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Sueh tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear ! A Midsummer Xight's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. For never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. ibid. The true beginning of our end. 1 //„,/. The best in this kind are but shadows. ibid. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. ibid. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. ibid. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. ibid. My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to One place. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1 Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. ibid. Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. ibid. You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it that do buy it with much care. ibid 1 I see the beginning of my end. — Massingkr : The Virgin Martyr act Hi. sc. 3. 60 SHAKESPEARE. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, — A stage, where every man must play a part ; And mine a sad One. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2 Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? ibid. There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond. ibid. I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark ! ibid. I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. ibid. Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. ibid. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. ibid. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth ; and by adventuring both, I oft found both. ibid. They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. Sc. 2. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but compe- tency lives longer. ibid. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. 1 ibid. 1 For the good that I would I do not ; but the evil which I would not, that I do. — Romans vii. 19. SHAKESPEARE. 61 The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. He doth nothing but talk of his horse. ibid. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. ibid When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. Ibid. I dote on his very absence. ibid. My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient. Sc. 3. Ships are but boards, sailors but men : there be hmd- rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. Ibid. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto ? ibid. I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. /bid. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. ibid. A goodly apple rotten at the heart : 0, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! ibid. Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. jgtf For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. ibia You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. jbia Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. /bid For when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend ? ibid 62 SHAKESPEARE. 0 father Abram ! what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect The thoughts of Others ! The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3 Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish' d sun. Act n. Sc. i. The young gentleman, according to Fates and Desti- nies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. Sc. 2. The very staff of my age, my very prop. ibid. It is a wise father that knows his own child. ibid. An honest exceeding poor man. ibid. Truth will come to sight ; murder cannot be hid long. ibid. In the twinkling of an eye. ibid. And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. sc. 5. All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind ! Sc. 6. Must I hold a candle to my shames ? ibid. But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves conunit. md. All that glisters is not gold. 1 sc. 7. Young in limbs, in judgment old. ibid. Even in the force and road of casualty. Sc. & 1 See Chaucer, page 5- SHAKESPEARE. 63 Hanging a\ia wiving goes by destiny. 1 The Merchant of Venice. Act ti. Sc. 9. [f my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. Act ui. Sc. 1. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. ibid. I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? ibid. The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. jbid. Makes a swan-like end, Fading in music. 2 sc. 2 Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Keply, reply. m in law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But being season'd with a gracious voice Obscures the show of evil ? jbia. There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue in his outward parts. ibid. Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea. ibid The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. ibid r See Hey wood, page 10. 2 I will play the swan and die in music. — Othello, a:' v. sc. 2. I am the cygnet to this pale taint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death. King John, act v. sc. 7. There, swan-like, let me sing and die. — Btbou i Don Juan, canto Hi. st. 86. You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than hefore, beca.ise of the joy they have in going to the God they serve. — Socrates : In Phaedo. 77. 64 SHAKESPEARE. An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised ; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn. 1 The Merchant of Venice. Act Hi. Sc. 2. Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper ! jua. The kindest man, The best-condition' d and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies. ibid. Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother. 2 sc.5. Let it serve for table-talk. ibid, -A harmless necessary cat. Act iv. Sc. i. What ! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice ? Ibid. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death : the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground. ibid. I never knew so young a body with so old a head. ibid. The quality of mercy is not strain' d, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest : It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'T is mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kinge ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, 1 It is better to learn late than never. — Publius Syrus : Maxita 864. 2 Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into Scylla in seeking to avoid Charybdis). — Phillippe Gualtier : Alexandreis, book v. line 301. Circa 1300. SHAKESPEARE. 65 When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. The Merchant of Venice. Act ml Sc. 1. A Daniel come to judgment ! yea, a Daniel ! //,„/ is it so nominated in the bond ? 1 ji iU . 'T is not in the bond. ibid. Speak me fair in death. ibid An upright judge, a learned judge ! ibid. A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew ! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. fbta I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life When 3'ou do take the means whereby 1 live. //,„/. He is well paid that is well satisfied. jfej, How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings. Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Act v . Sc. 1 I am never merry when I hear sweet music. ibia l "lt is not nominated in the bond." — White. 66 SHAKESPEARE. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. The Merchant of Venice. Act v Sc. J. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. jua. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection ! ibid. Thio night methinks is but the daylight sick. jbii. These blessed candles of the night. ibid. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people, m dt will answer all things faithfully. iud. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2 The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. ibid. Well said : that was laid on with a trowel. jb % d. Your heart's desires be with you ! ibid One out of suits with fortune. iud Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. ibid. My pride fell with my fortunes. ibid. Cel. Not a word ? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. Sc. 3. 0, how full of briers is this working-day world ! ibid Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. ibid. We '11 have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have. md\ SHAKESPEARE. 67 Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1. The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. ibid. " Poor deer," quoth he, " thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." ibid. Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. ibid. And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Be. 3. For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. [bid Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. ibid. O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. ibid. Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool T. When I was at home I was in a better place ; but travellers must be content. sc. 4. I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. fbig. Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. Sc. 5. I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. Sc. 7 68 SHAKESPEARE. Ami rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms. As You Like It- Act it. Sc. 7. And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, " how the world wags." Ibid. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale. 1 ibid. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative ; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. ibid Motley 's the only wear. ibid. If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it ; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. ibid. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. ibid. The " why " is plain as way to parish church. ibid Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll' d to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. ibid. True is it that we have seen better days. ibid. 1 The same in The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1; in Othello, act Hi. sc. 1; in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i. sc. 4; and in As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7. Rabelais : book v. chap. iv. SHAKESPEARE. 69 And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engendered. As You Like It. Act ii. Sr. 7. Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. ibid. All the world \s a stage, And all the men and women merely players. 1 They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, witli his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard ; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. ibid. 1 The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage, Which God and Nature do with actors fill. Thomas Heywood : Apology for Actors. KM?. A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many apes played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe sprres for a theatre. — Montaigne : Of the most Excellent Men. 70 SHAKESPEARE. Blow, blow, thou winter wind ! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. As You Like It. Act it. Sc. 7. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Act Hi. Sc. 2. It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philoso- phy in thee, shepherd ? jbid. He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. ibid. This is the very false gallop of verses. ibid. Let us make an honourable retreat. ibid. With bag and baggage. ibid 0, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonder- ful ! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. ibid. Answer me in one word. ibid. I do desire we may be better strangers. ibid. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I '11 tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. ibid. Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow- fault came to match it. ibid. Neither rhyme nor reason. 1 ibid. I would the gods had made thee poetical. ibid. Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. Sc. 5. It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sun- dry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumi- nation wraps me in a most humorous sadness. Act iv. Sc. 1 I have gained my experience. iud 1 See Spepser, page 30 SHAKESPEARE. 71 I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. As You Like it. Act to. 8c. i. I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. ibid. I '11 warrant him heart-whole. ibid. Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. ibid. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, — but not for love. ibid. Can one desire too much of a good thing ? 1 For ever and a day. ibid. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed : maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. ibid. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. sc. 2. Chewing the food 2 of sweet and bitter fancy. sc. 3. It is meat and drink to me. Act v. Sc. i. " So so " is good, very good, very excellent good ; and yet it is not ; it is but so so. ibid. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. ibid. I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. ibid. No sooner met but they looked ; no sooner looked but they loved ; no sooner loved but they sighed ; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason ; im sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. Sc. 2. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes ! ibid Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. se 4. 1 Too much of a good thing. — Cervantes: Don Quixote, parti, book u chap. fi. 2 M Cud " in Dvce and Staunton. 72 SHAKESPEARE. An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. Eich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house j as your pearl in your foul oyster. The Retort Courteous; . . . the Quip Modest; . . . the Reply Churlish ; . . . the Reproof Valiant ; ... the Countercheck Quarrelsome ; . . . the Lie with Circum- stance; . . . the Lie Direct. Your If is the only peacemaker ; much virtue in If. ibid Good wine needs no bush. 1 Epilogue. What a case am I in. . Ibid ^ Look in the chronicles ; we came in with Richard Conqueror. The Taming of the Shrew. Indue. Sc. 1 Let the world slide. 2 jfcj r I '11 not budge an inch. ibid As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell, And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were, nor no man ever saw. Sc. a. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en ; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. Act L Sc. l. There J s small choice in rotten apples. ibid. Nothing comes amiss ; so money comes withal. Sc. 2 Tush ! tush ! fear boys with bugs. ibid. And do as adversaries do in law, — Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. ibid. Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. 3 Act Hi. Sc. 2. 1 You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell. — Publius Syrus : Maxim 968. 2 See Hey wood, page 9. Beaumont and Fletcher : Wit without Money. 3 Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. — Congreve : The Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1. SHAKESPEAKK. 73 And thereby hangs a tale. The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1. My cake is dough. Act v. Sc. 1. A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, — Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. Sc. 2. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. ibid. } T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. All 's Well thai End* Well. Act I Sc. t The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. Ibid, Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. Jbid. Service is no heritage. Sc. 3. He must needs go that the devil drives. 1 ibid. My friends were poor but honest. ibid. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. Act a. ffc. 1 I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. Sc. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed. $c. 3. They say miracles are past. ibid. All the learned and authentic fellows. Ibid. A young man married is a man that ? s marr'd. ibid. Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. Sr. 4 No legacy is so rich as honesty. Act Hi. Sc. 5 1 See Heywood. pape 18- 74 SHAKESPEARE. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. All's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3. Whose words all ears took captive. £ C t v. Sc. 3. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. ibid. The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. 1 ibid. All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. ibid. The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. ibid. If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : 0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound 2 That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. h [ am sure care 's an enemy to life. Sc. 3. At my fingers' ends. 8 ibid Wherefore are these things hid ? ibid. Is it a world to hide virtues in ? ibid. One draught above heat makes him a fool ; the second mads him ; and a third drowns him. Sc. 5 We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Ibid 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the worl 1 no copy. ibid. 1 How noiseless falls the foot of time ! — W. R. Spencer : Lines to Lady A. Hamilton. 2 "Like the sweet south " in Dyce and Singer. This change was made at the sutrffestion of Pope. 3 See Hej'wood, page 12 SHAKESPEARE. 75 Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry Out. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. Ac( ^ g c% 5> Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. md. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. md. Is there no respect of place, parsons, nor time in you ? ibid. Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. jbid. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. ibid. These most brisk and giddy-paced times. So. 4. Let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. ibid. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. jbid. The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. jbuL Duke. And what 's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, 76 SHAKE SPE AKE. Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought. And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Twelfth Night. Act U. Sc. %. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. /bid. An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. Sc. 5 Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. ibid. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun ; it shines everywhere. Act Hi. Sc. 1 Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip ! ibid. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. ibid Let there be gall enough in thy ink ; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. Sc. 2 I think we do know the sweet Eoman hand. sc. 4 Put thyself into the trick of singularity. ibid } T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. ibid. This is very midsummer madness. ibid. What, man ! defy the Devil : consider, he is an enemy to mankind. ibid. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. ibid. More matter for a May morning. ibid. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. ibid. An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'Id have seen him damned ere F Id have chal- lenged him. ibid.' 1 Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce SHAKESPEARE. 77 Out of my lean and low ability I '11 lend you something. Tu-tlfth Night. Act Hi. Sc. Out of the jaws of death. 2 ibid A As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is. Act iv. Sc. 2. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl ? Mai. That the soul of our grandam might haply in- habit a bird. Ibid. Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Act v. Sc. 1. For the rain it raineth every day. ibid. They say we are Almost as like as eggS. The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2. What 's gone and what "s past help Should be past grief. Act Iff. Sc. 2 A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. Act iv. Sc. .?.* A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. /bid O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, — a malady 1 Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce. 2 Into the jaws of death. — Tennyson: The Charge of the Light Brigade, stanza 3. In the jaws of death. — Du Baktas : Divine Weekes and Workes, sec- ond week, first rfay, part iv. 8 Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. 78 SHAKESPEARE. Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being One. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. ft* When yon do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, 2 that you might ever do Nothing but that. ibid. I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. iud. To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. jud Lord of thy presence and no land beside. King John. Act i. Sc. 1 And if his name be C-eorge, I '11 call him Peter ; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. ibid For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. ibid. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. ibid. For courage mounteth with occasion. Act U. Sc. 1 I would that I were low laid in my grave : I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. ibid Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. ibid. He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she ; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. ibid Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs ! ibid, Zounds ! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad. Sc. 2, • 1 Act iv. Sc. 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White Like a wave of the sea. — James i. 6. s Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staunton, and KnighU SHAKESPEARE. 79 I will instruct my sorrows to be proud ; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. King John. Act Hi. Sc. i. 1 Here I and sorrows sit ; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. ibid. 1 Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward ! Thou little valiant, great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety. ibid. Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. ibid That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. /bid Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. $c. 4 , Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale ^ Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. ^td When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 2 /bid And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. ibid. How now, foolish rheum ! i v . Sc. 1 To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous ex-cess. Sc. 2 1 Act ii. Sc. 2 in White. 2 When fortune flatters, she does it to betrav. — Publhjs Sykus Maxim 278 ^ ^ w 80 SHAKESPEARE. And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth, make the fault the worse by the excuse. 1 King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. Hid. Make haste ; the better foot before. ibid. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. Another lean unwashed artificer. ibid. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done ! ibid Mocking the air with colours idly spread. Act v. Sc. i 'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, 2 And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. Sc. 7. Now my soul hath elbow-room. ibid This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. ibid. Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. ibid. Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1. In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. ibid. The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. Sc. 3. Truth hath a quiet breast. ibid. All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. ibid. 1 Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (Ho who excuses himself accuses himself). - Gabriel Meurier : Tresor des Sentences. 1530-1601. 3 See page 63, note 2. SHAKESPEARE. 81 O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? O, no ! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. Kinrj Richard J I. Act i. Sc. 3. The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. Act U. 8c, 1 The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. ibid This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, — This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. ibid The ripest fruit first falls. //„•,/ Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. ,s,-. 3. Eating the bitter bread of banishment. Act Hi. 8c. 1. Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. Sc. z. Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. //„,/ O, call back yesterday, bid time return ! jud. Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. /but. 82 SHAKESPEARE. And nothing can we call our own but death. And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. King Richard II. Act in. Sc. 2, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall — and farewell king ! Ibid. He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. Sc. 3. And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. ibid. Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. Act iv. Sc. l. A mockery king of snow. ibid. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. Act v. Sc. 2. As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye. 1 Sc. 5. So shaken as we are, so wan with care. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1. In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. ibid. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. Sc. 2. Old father antic the law. ibid. 1 It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God. — Matt. xix. 24. SHAKESPEARE. 83 I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. Kiny Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. X. Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. ibid. And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. ibid. *T is my vocation, Hal ; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. ibid* He will give the devil his due. 1 ibid. There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. ibid. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. ibid. Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. Sc. 3. And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. ibid. God save the mark. ibid. And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digged Out of the bowels of the harmless earth. Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldi cm-. ibid. 1 Thomas Nash ; Have with you to Saffron Waldcn. Dryden * Epi- logue to the Duke of Guise. 84 SHAKESPEARE. The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare ! King Henry I V. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. ibid. I know a trick worth two of that. Act U. Sc. i. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I J ll be hanged. sc. 2. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. iua. Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. ibid. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Sc. 3. Brain him with his lady's fan. ibid. A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. Sc. 4. A plague of all cowards, I say. ibid. There live not three good men unhanged in England ; and one of them is fat and grows old. ibid. Call you that backing of your friends ? A plague upon such backing ! ibid. I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. ibid. I have peppered two of them : two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face ; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward : here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me — Ibid. Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. ibid, SHAKESPEARE. 85 Give you a reason on compulsion ! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason Upon Compulsion, I. King Henry I V. Parti. Act it. Sc. 4. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. ibid. I was now a coward on instinct. ibid. No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me ! ibid. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight ? ibid. A plague of sighing and grief ! It blows a man up like a bladder. ibid. In King Cambyses' vein. ibid. That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. ibid. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. ibid. Play out the play. ib,d. 0, monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack ! ibid. Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. Act Hi. Sc. i I am not in the roll of common men. ibid. Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come when you do call for them ? ibid. While you live, tell truth and shame the devil ! 1 ;/„•,/. I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. ibui. But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I '11 cavil on the ninth part of a hair. ibid. A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. ibid. 1 Beaumont and Fketchkk: Wit without Money, net iv. sc. 1. Swift: Mary the Cooktnaid's Letter. 86 SHAKESPEARE. Exceedingly well read. King Henry I V. Part I. Act Hi. Sc. 1 A good mouth-rilling oath. iud A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. sc. 2, To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. ibid. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. Sc. 3 Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. j bid. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ? ibid. Rob me the exchequer. ibid. This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. Act in. Sc. l That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. ibid. All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed ; Glittering in golden coats, like images ; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. ibid. I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. ibid, The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. Sc. 2. A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I '11 not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat : nay, and the SHAKESPEARE. 87 villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on ; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my com- pany ; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked to- gether and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's COat Without Sleeves. King Henry I V. Parti. Act iv. Sc. 2. Food for powder, food for powder ; they '11 fill a pit as well as better. jim. To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast 1 Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. /oid. I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. Act v. Sc. i. Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, — how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? no. What is honour ? a word. What is in that word honour ; what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? no. Doth he hear it ? no. 'T is insensible, then ? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? ■ z. Why ? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'li none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. ibid. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Sc. 4. This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph ! I could have better spared a better man. The better part of valour is discretion. 2 ibid. ibid. ibid. ibid. Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. ibid. 1 See Heywood. page 19. 2 It show'd discretion the best part of valour. — Beaumont and Fletcher : A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3. 88 SHAKESPEARE. Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying ! I grant you I was down and out of breath ; and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. I '11 purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. iud. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember' d tolling a departing friend. ibi± I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Sc. 2. A rascally yea-forsooth knave. ibid. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. ibid. We that are in the vaward of our youth. ibid. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. ibid. It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common. ibid. I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. ibid. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. ibid Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. ibid, When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection. 1 Sc. 3. 1 Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? — Luke xiv. 28. SHAKESPEARE. 89 An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. King IUnry I V. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3. Fast and to come seems best ; things present worst. Ibid. A poor lone woman. Act ii Sc. l. I '11 tickle your catastrophe. /bid. He hath eaten me out of house and home. ibid. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sit- ting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week. ibid. I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. sc. 2. Let the end try the man. //,;,/. Thus we play the fools with the time, aud the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. ibid. He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. Sc. 3. Aggravate your choler. Sc. 4. 0 sleep, 0 gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse ! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Act Hi. Sc. i. With all appliances and means to boot. ftid. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. ibid. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all ; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford tair ? sc. 2. Accommodated ; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated ; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated, — which is an ex- cellent thing. ibid. Most forcible Feeble. ibid. 90 SHAKESPEARE. We have heard the chimes at midnight. King Henry IV. Part II. Act in. Sc. 2. A man can die but once. ibid. Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring : when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. jud. We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man. Act iv. Sc. 2. I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, " I came, saw, and overcame." sc. 3. He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity. sc. 4. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. Sc. 5.1 Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. ibidA A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kick- shaws, tell William cook. Act v. Sc. 1. His cares are now all ended. Sc. 2. Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. 2 Sc. 3. A foutre for the world and worldlings base ! I speak of Africa and golden joys. ibid. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak, or die ! ibid. 0 for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! King Henry V Prologue. Consideration, like an angel, came A.nd whipped the offending Adam out of him. Act l Sc. 1. 1 Act iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. 2 See Heywood, page 20- 111 blows the wind that profits nobody. — Henry VI. part Hi. act iu sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE. 91 Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter : that when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. Kiny Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1 Base is the slave that pays. Act a. Sc. 1. Even at the turning o' the tide. Sc. 3. His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. ibid. As cold as any stone. ibid. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. Bo. 4. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger : Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. Act Hi. Sc. i. And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. ibid. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. ibid. I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. Sc. 2. Men of few words are the best men. ibid. I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. > • $ You may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Sa 7A The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch • 1 Act iii. Sc. 6 in Dyce. 92 SHAKESPEARE. Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umbered face ; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, 1 Give dreadful note of preparation. King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue. There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. sc. j Every subject's duty is the king's ; but every subjects soul is his own. ibid. That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. ibid. Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. md. Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. md. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. Sc. 3 This day is called the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. md. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth 2 as household words, — Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, — Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. ibid. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. md. There is a river in Macedon ; and there is also more- over a river at Monmouth ; . . . and there is salmons in both. Sc. 7 1 With clink of hammers closing rivets up. — Cibber : Richard III Altered, act v. sc. 3. 2 "In their mouths" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. SHAKESPEARE. 93 An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England ! King Henry v. Act iv. Sc. s. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. Act v . Sc . 1. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge : I eat and eat, I swear. j^d. All hell shall stir for this. If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. se. a Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night ! King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1. Halcyon days. Sc. 2. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch ; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth ; Between two blades, which bears the better temper ; Between two horses, which dotli bear him best ; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, — I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment ; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Act it. Sc. 4. Delays have dangerous ends. 1 Aet m. 8e. 2. She 's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed ; She is a woman, therefore to be won. Act v. Sc. 3. Main chance. 2 Part if. Act i. Sc. 1. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I 'd set my ten commandments in your face. 8c. .?. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. 1 Act Hi. Sc. 1 * All delays are dangerous in war. — Dryden : Tyrannic Lave, act i. sc. 1. 2 Have a care o' th' main chance. — Butxek : Hudibras, part ii. canto u. Be careful still of the main chance. — Drtdkn: Persius, satire vi. * See Raleigh, page 25; Lyly, page 33. 94 SHAKESPEARE. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 1 King Henry VI. Part II. Act Hi. Sc. 2. He dies, and makes no sign. sc. 3. Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close ; And let us all to meditation. ibid. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. Act iv. Sc. i. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. Sc. 2. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parch- ment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man ? ibid. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. ibid. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school ; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. Sc. 7. How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy ! Part I IT. Act %. Sc. 2. And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. Act ii. Sc. 1. 1 See Marlowe, page 40. SHAKESPEARE. 95 The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. ft Didst thou never hear That things ill got nad ever bad success ? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell ? ibid. Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings I Act m. Sc. s A. little fire is quickly trodden out ; Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. Act h. be. & Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Act v. Sc. * Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stein alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front ; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I. that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at m« a* I halt by them. — 96 SHAKESPEARE. Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace. Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. King Richard III To leave this keen encounter of our wits Was ever woman in this humour wooed ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? jud. Framed in the prodigality of nature. Sc. 2. The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. 1 Sc. a And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of 2 holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. wd. 0, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. Sc. 4 Lord, Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears ! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea : Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. iMd A parlous boy. Act ». Sc. 4. 1 For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. — Pope ; Essay on Criti- cism, part Hi. line 66. 2 " Stolen forth " in While and Knight. Act i. Sc. 2. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. 97 So wise so young, they say, do never live long. 1 Kiny Richard III. Act Hi. Sc. 2. Off with his head ! 2 sc. 4. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble d^wn. ibid. Even in the afternoon of her best days. sc. 7. Thou troublest me ; I am not in the vein. Act iv. Sc. 2. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. Sc. 3. The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. joui. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Kail on the Lord's anointed. Sc. 4. Tetchy and wayward. JUd, An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. ibid. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. Act v. Sc. 2. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings ; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. ibid. The king's name is a tower of strength. sc. 3. Give me another horse : bind up my wounds. /jy, O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict mc ! ibid. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. //,/,/. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. ibid. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. ibid. 1 A little too wise, the)' say. do ne'er live long. — Middleton : The Phcenix, act i. sc. 2. * Off with his head ! so much for Buckingham ! — Cibbkk: Richard III {altered), act iv. sc. 3. 7 98 SHAKESPEARE. The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. A thing devised by the enemy. 1 ibid. I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : I think there be six Richmonds in the field. sc. 4. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! ibid. Order gave each thing view. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. l. No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. ibid. Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. ibid. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. ibid. 'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. Sc. 2. The mirror of all courtesy. Act if. Sc. i. This bold bad man. 2 Sc. 2. 'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. Sc. 3. Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. Act Hi. Sc. l. 'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well : And yet words are no deeds. Sc. 2. 1 A weak invention of the enemy. — Cibber: JRichai f <% III. {altered), act v. sc. 3. 2 See Spenser, page 27. SHAKESPEARE. 99 And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. Kiny Henry VIII. Act Hi. Sc. 2. I have touched the highest point of all my greatness j And from that full meridian of my glory 1 haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. ji u i Press not a falling man too far ! ibid. Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, ihat must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have : And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. ibid A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. ibid. A load would sink a navy. ibid. And sleep in dull cold marble. ibid. 100 SHAKESPEARE. Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. King Henry VIII. Act Hi. Sc. t I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels. iUd. Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr ! . ibid. Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. ibid. A royal train, believe me. Act iv. Sc. 1. An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye : Give him a little earth for charity ! Sc. 2. He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. ibid. So may he rest ; his faults lie gently on him ! ibid. He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. /bid. Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write in water. 1 ibid. 1 For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble ; and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste. — Sir Thomas More: Richard III. and his miserable End. All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. Beaumont and Fletcher : Philaster, act v. sc. 5. L'injure se grave en m^tal ; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde. (An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.) Jean Bertaut. Circa 161L SHAKESPEARE. 101 He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading ; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. ibid. After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. ibid. To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. Act v. Sc. 2. ? T is a cruelty To load a falling man. Sc. j.> You were ever good at sudden commendations. ibidA I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence. ibid* They are too thin and bare to hide offences. ibid A Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour. Sc. 5.* Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations. /bid. A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. ibid. I have had my labour for my travail. 8 Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1. 1 Act v. Sc. 2 in Pyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. 2 Act v. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. * Labour for his pains. — Edward Moore : The Boy and his Rainbow. Labour for their pains. — Cervantes: Don Quixote. The Author* i Preface. 102 SHAKESPEARE. Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets 111 mere Oppugnancy. 1 Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3 The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. ibid. Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. Act U. Sc. 2. The common curse of mankind, — folly and ignorance. Sc. 3. All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform ; vow- ing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. Act Hi. Sc. 2. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. sc. 3. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. ibid. And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. ibid. And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. ibid. His heart and hand both open and both free ; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows ; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. Act iv. Sc. 5, The end crowns alL And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. ibid. Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously Surfeit Out Of action. Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3. 1 Unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no one. — Syrus : Maxim 1042. Publiu* SHAKESPEARE. 103 Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. Corwlanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. 1 ibid. Many-headed multitude. 2 Sc. 3. I thank you for your voices : thank you : Your most sweet voices. ibid. Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? Mark you His absolute " shall n ? Act Hi Sc. 1. Enough, with over-measure. jbid. His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. jbid. That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. sc. 2. Serv. Where dwellest thou ? Cor. Under the canopy. Act iv. Sc. 5. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. /bid. Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. Act v. Sc. 3. If you have writ your annals true, 't is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Sc. 6. 8 Sweet mercy is nobility's true bad For you and I are past our dancing days. 1 sc. 5. It seems she hangs 2 upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Shall have the chinks. //,;,/. Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! /bid. Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid ! Act u. Sc. 2. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. sc. 2* See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! <> that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! fag.* 0 Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? ibid. * What 's in a name ? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. ibid.* For stony limits cannot hold love out. /61V. 4 Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords. Ibid.* 1 My dancing days are done. — Beaumont and Fletcher : The Scorn- ful Lady, act v. sc. 3. ' 2 Dree, Knight, and White read, "Her heauty hangs." 8 Act ii. sc. 1 in White. 4 Act ii. sc. 1 in Wlvite. 106 SHAKESPEARE. At lovers' perjuries, They Say, Jove laughs. 1 Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2? Bom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops — Jul. 0, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. ibid? The god of my idolatry. ibid? Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say, " It lightens." ibid? This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Ibid? How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears ! ibid? Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. ibid? 0, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ; And vice sometimes by action dignified. Sc. 3. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. ibid. Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. ibid. Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Sc. 4. The courageous captain of complements. ibid. 1 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers). — Tibullus, iii. 6,49. 2 Act ii. sc. 1 in White. SHAKESPEARE. 107 One, two, and the third in your bosom. Jiumeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. 0 flesh, flesh, how art thou rishified ! ibid. 1 am the very pink of courtesy. /bid. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. ibid. My man 's as true as steel. 1 /bid. These violent delights have violent ends. Sc. 6. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. ibid. Here comes the lady ! 0, so light a loot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. ibid. Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. Act m. 8c l. A word and a blow. 2 ibid. A plague o' both your houses ! ibid. Rom. Courage, man ; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a chuvch-door ; but 't is enough, 't will serve. ibid. When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars. And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. Sc. 2. Beautiful tyrant ! fiend angelical ! //,„/. Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound ? 0, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace ! ibid. 1 True as steel. — Chaucer : Troilus and Creseide, book v- Compare Troilus and Cressida, act Hi. sc. 2. 2 Word and a blow. — Dkyden: Amphitryon, act i. sc. 1. Bunyan: Pilgrim's Progress, part i. 108 SHAKESPEARE. Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden aae. Romeo and Juliet. Act Hi. Sc. 3. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. ibid. The damned use that word in hell. ibid. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. ibid. Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. sc. 5. Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. ibid. All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. ibid. Villain and he be many miles asunder. ibid. Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. ibid. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Act iv. Sc. s. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. Act v. Sc. i. I do remember an apothecary, — And hereabouts he dwells. ibid. Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. ibid. A beggarly account of empty boxes. ibid. Famine is in thy cheeks. im - The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. ibid. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. ibid. The strength Of twenty men. ibid. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book. Sc. 3* SHAKESPEARE. 109 Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Romeo and Juhei. Act v. Sc. 3, Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. ibid. Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace ! jbid But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on. Leaving no tract behind. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1. Here 's that which is too weak to be a sinner, — honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. 8c. 2. Immortal gods, I crave no pelf ; I pray for no man but myself ; Grant I may never prove so fond, To trust man on his oath or bond. fbid Men shut their doors against a setting sun. ibid. Every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy. Act ii. Sc. 2. 'T is lack of kindly warmth. ibid. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. AsA lit. Sc. l. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. ,s c . 5. We have seen better days. Act fa. Sc. 2. Are not within the leaf of pity writ. Sc. 3. I '11 example you with thievery : The sun ? s a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea ; the moon 's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun ; The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears ; the earth 's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief. ibid Life's uncertain voyage. Act v. Sc. l 110 SHAKESPEARE. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. Julius Ccesar. Act i. Sc. 1 The live-long day. ma, Beware the ides of March. Sc. 2. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. ibid " Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? " Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow. ibid. Help me, Cassius, or I sink ! ibid Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. ibid. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. ibid. Conjure with 'em, — Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so -great ? Age, thou art shamed I Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! ibid There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. . ibid. SHAKESPEARE. Ill Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights : Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. Julius Caesar. Act i. Sc. 2- He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. ibid. Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything. ibid But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. ibid. 'T is a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face ; But when he once attains the upmost 1 round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. Act U. Sc. 1 Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. ma A dish fit for the gods. ibid. But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most nattered. ibid. Boy ! Lucius ! Fast asleep ? It is no matter ; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber : Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. l " Utmost " in Singer. 112 SHAKE SPE ARE. With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for ine to leave you. j u ii us Ccesar. Act H. 8c. i You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops 1 That visit my sad heart. ibid. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so fathered and so husbanded ? ibid. Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. Sc. ?. These things are beyond all use, -A nd I do fear them. [bid, When beggars die, there are no comets seen ; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. ihi/ Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet ha\e heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear j Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. /bid. Cces. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Caesar ; but not gone. , Act Hi. Sc. l. But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. ibid. Et tu, Brute ! ibid. How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown ! ibid The choice and master spirits of this age. ibid. 1 Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. — Gray: The Bard. t. 3, line 12. SHAKESPEARE. 113 Though last, not least in love. 1 Julius Ccesar. Act Hi. Sc. 1 O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. ibid. Cry " Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. ibid. Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. Sc. 2. Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Kome more. ibid. Who is here so base that would be a bcndman ? ibid. If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. ibid Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones. ib%a For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men. jftf When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. ibid. 0 judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. ibid. But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, A.nd none so poor to do him reverence. ibid. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. ibid See what a rent the envious Casca made. ibid. This was the most unkindest cut of all. ibid 1 Though last not least. — Spenser : Colin Clout, line 444. 8 114 SHAKESPEARE. Great Caesar fell. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and* you, and all of us fell down. Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. , Julius Ccesar. Act Hi Sc. Z What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. ibid. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man. ibid I only speak right on. ibid. Put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. ibid. When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced, ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faitL Act iv. Sc. 2 You yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm. sc. 3 The foremost man of all this world. ibid. I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. ibid. I said, an elder soldier, not a better s Did I say " better " ? ibid. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. Ibid. Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so ? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts : Bash him to pieces ! ibid. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. ibid. SHAKESPEARE 115 All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. Julius Coesar. Act iv. Sc. 3. There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune : Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries- j^u. We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. ibid. The deep of night is crept Upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity. ibid, Brutus. Then I shall see thee again ? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. ibid But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. Act v. Sc. i. Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius ! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; If not, why then this parting was well made. ibut 0, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come ! ibid. The last of all the Komans, fare thee well ! 5c. 3. This was the noblest Roman of them all. Sc. 5. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, " This was a man ! " ibii. 1 W. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain ? 2 W. When the hurlyburly 's (lone. When the battle 's lost and won. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1 Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Ibid Banners flout the sky. 5c. 2. 116 SHAKESPEARE. Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. Dwindle, peak, and pine. jbid. What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't ? ibid, if you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not. Ibid. Stands not within the prospect of belief. ibid. The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them. jbid The insane root That takes the reason prisoner. ibid And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's In deepest consequence. ibid. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. ibid. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. jbid. Nothing is But what is not. ibid. If chance will have me king, wiry, chance may crown me. Ibid. Come what come may, Time and the hour ^nns through the roughest day. SHAKESPEARE. 117 Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it ; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 't were a careless trifle. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4. There 's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. More is thy due than more than all can pay. jm. Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Sc. 5. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. j bidm That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. juj Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under 't. /^y» Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. ibid This castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Sc. 6. The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observnl. The air is delicate. ibid If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch 118 SHAKESPEARE. With, his surcease success ; that but this blow- Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We 'Id jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To Our own lips. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7, Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other. ibid I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. [bid. Letting " I dare not " wait upon " I would," Like the poor cat i' the adage. 1 ibid. I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more is none. jbid. Nor time nor place Did then adhere. jbid. Macb. If we should fail ? Lady M. We fail ! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we '11 not fail. ibid. 1 See Heywood. paere 14. SHAKESPEARE. 119 Memory, the warder of the brain. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7- There 's husbandry in heaven ; Their candles are all out. Act a. Sc. 1. Shut up In measureless content. ibid. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? jbia. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. ibid. Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. //,„/ Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. ibid. The bell invites inc. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. It was the owl that shriek'd. the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. Sc. 2.1 The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. MJ.l I had most need of blessing, and " Amen " Stuek in my throat. ibid.* Methought I heard a voice cry, " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, \ct ii. sc. 1 in Dvce, Staunton, and White. 120 SHAKESPEARE. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Macbeth. Act U. Sc. 2 Infirm of purpose ! ibid 'T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. iud Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. ibid The labour we delight in physics pain. Sc. 3 Dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woful time. ibid, Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee ! jbid Confusion now hath made his masterpiece ! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building ! ibid The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. jud- Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment ? ibid There 's daggers in men's smiles. ibid A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Sc. 4 Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means ! ibid I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain. Act Hi. Sc. 1 1 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. 2 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dvce and White ; Act ii. sc. 2 in Staunton. 3 Act ii. sc. 2 in Dyce and White ; Act ii. sc. 3 in Staunton. SHAKESPEARE. 121 Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night. Macbeth. Act Hi. Sc. i Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench' d with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. ibid Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. ibid. I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. Ibid. So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on 't. ibid Things without all remedy Should be without regard ; what 's done is done. Sc. 2 We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. ibid Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well : Treason has done his worst ; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further. ibid. In them Nature's copy 's not eterne. ibid A deed of dreadful note. ibid Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. ibid Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. ibid Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn. Sc. A 122 SHAKESPEARE. But now I am cabin' d, cribb'd, confined, bound m To saucy doubts and fears. Macbeth. Act Hi. 8c, 4 Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both ! ibid. Thou canst not say I did it ; never shake Thy gory locks at me. ibid. The air-drawn dagger. ibid. The time has been, That when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. ibid, X drink to the general joy o' the whole table. ibid. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou 4ost glare with ! ibid. A thing of custom, — 't is no other ; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. ibid. What man dare, I dare : Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, — Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. ibid. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence ! ibid. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. ibid. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? ibid. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 123 Macb. What is the night ? L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Macbeth. Act Hi. Sc. 4. I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. ibid. My little spirit, see. Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. sc. 5. Double, double toil and trouble ; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Act h. Sc. i- Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog. ibid. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks ! ibid. [low now, you secret, black, and midnight hags ! ibid. A deed without a name. ibvi. I '11 make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate. ibid. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart: Come like shadows, so depart ! ibid. What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom '.' Ibid. 1 '11 charm the air to give a sound, While you perforin your antic round. 1 ibid. The weird sisters. ibid. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. ibid When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Sc. 2 1 Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to vend peeping moon. Middlkto.n : Tin Witch, act v. sc. 2 124 SHAKESPEARE. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. ibid. Stands Scotland where it did ? ibid. Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break, ibid. What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop ? ibid. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. ibid 0, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue. ibid The night is long that never finds the day. ibid Out, damned spot ! out, I say ! Act v. Sc. l Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard ? ibid. Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him ? ibid. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. ibid. Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. Sc. 3. My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain denv, and dare not. JLid. SHAKESPEARE. 125 Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs : I '11 none of it. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3. I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. ibid. Hang out our banners on the outward walls ; The cry is still, " They come ! " our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. sc. 5 My fell of haii- Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't : I have supp'd full with horrors. ibid. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, cut, brief candle ! Life 's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. ibid I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth : " Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane." ibid. 126 SHAKESPEARE. I gin to be aweary of the sun. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5. Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At least we '11 die with harness on our back. iud. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Sc. 6. I bear a charmed life. sc. 8.\ And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense : That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope. md.i Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. ibidA Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, " Hold, enough ! " Ibid.i For this relief much thanks : ? t is bitter cold, And I am sick *^t heart. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. But in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. iud. Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. ibid. This sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. ibid. In the most high and palmy state of Borne, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Koman streets. ibid. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a, fearful summons. Ibid. TVhether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. Ibid. 1 Act v. Sc. 7 in Singer and White. SHAKESPEARE. 12? ft faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir 1 abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Hamlet. Act i Sc. I So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hilL* ibid. The memory be green. sc. 2. With an auspicious and a dropping eye, 3 With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole. ibid. The head is not more native to the heart. /bid. A. little more than kin, and less than kind. ibid. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. /bid. Seems, madam! nay, it is ; I know not "seems." Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black. But I have that within which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. jbul. 'T is a fault to Heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd. jbid 0, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 1 "Can walk" in White- 2 44 Eastern hill" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. 8 ' One auspicious and one drooping eye " in Dvce, Singer, and Staunroa 128 SHAKESPEARE His canon 'gainst self -slaughter ! 0 God ! God ! How weary, s^ale, flat, and unprofitable Seem ^o me all the uses of this world ! Hamlet. Act i Sc. 2 That it should come to this ! md. Hyperion to a sacyr ; so loving to my mother, That he might not bete em the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. md. Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. ' ibid, Frailty, thy name is woman ! jbiu A. little month. ibid. Like Mobe, all tear?, A beast, that wants discourse of reason. ma My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. md. It is not nor it cannot come to gooa. ma. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. V^ould I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day. ibid. In my mind's eye, Horatio. ibid. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. jbia, Season your admiration for a while ibid In the dead vast and middle of the night. ibid. Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe. 1 ibid A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. ibid, 1 "Armed at all points " in Singer and "White. SHAKESPEARE. 129 While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Hamltt. Act i Sc. 2. Ham. His beard was grizzled, — no ? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Let it be tenable in your silence still. m± Give it an understanding, but no tongue. ibid. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve. ibid. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Ibid. A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute. Sc. 3. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. ibid. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose patli of dalliance treads, A.nd recks not his own rede. 1 ibid Give thy thoughts no tongue. ibid. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops 2 of steel. ibid 1 And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser. Burns : Epistle to a Young Friend. 2 '« Hooks " in Singer. j 9 J 130 SHAKESPEARE. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but being in, Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3, Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. ibid. Springes to catch woodcocks. ibid. When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. ibid. Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. ibid. Ham. The air bites shrewdly ; it is very cold. Hot. It is a nipping and an eager air. Sc. 4. But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance. ibid. Angels and ministers cf grace, defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee : I '11 call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane : O, answer me ! Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements ; why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd 5 SHAKESPEARE. 131 Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Kevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, 1 and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Ilamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. I do not set my life at a pin's fee. [bid. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. ibid. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me ! ibid. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. ibid. I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, 2 Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my pri son-house, I co~\ld a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: 1 But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, 0, list ! Sc. 5 And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself 4 in ease on Lethe wharf. //„,/ 1 And makes night hideous. — Pope : The Dunciad, book ui. line 166. 2 "To lasting fires " in Singer. 8 " Porcupine " in Singer and Staunton. 4 "Rots itself " in Staunton. 132 SHAKESPEARE. 0 my prophetic soul ! My uncle! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5 0 Hamlet, what a falling-off was there ! ibid But, soft ! methinks I scent the morning air ; Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon. jud Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. ibid Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. /bid The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. ibid While memory holds a seat [n this distracted globe. Remember thee ! ^Tea, from the table of my memory 1 '11 wipe away all trivial fond records. ftid Within the book and volume of my brain. ibid 0 villain, villain, smiling, damned villain ! My tables, — - meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain : At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark. ibid Ham. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. ibid Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. ibid Art thou there, truepenny ? Come on — you hear this fellow in the cellarage. ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 133 0 day and night, but this is wondrous strange ! HamkL Act i. Sc. 5 There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. jbuL Rest, rest, perturbed spirit ! ibid. The time is out of joint : 0 cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right ! ibid. The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood. Act U. Sc. l. This is the very ecstasy of love. fgjg, Brevity is the soul of wit. 1 Sc. 2 More matter, with less art. ibid That he is mad, 't is true : 't is true 't is pity j And pity 't is 't is true. jbid Find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, "For this effect defective comes by cause. ibid Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love. ibid. To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. ibid. Still harping on my daughter. ibid. Pol. What do you read, my lord ? Ham. Words, words, words. ibid. They have a plentiful lack of wit. ibid. Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. imd On fortune's cap we are not the very button. ibid 1 A short saying oft contains much wisdom. — Sophocles: Aleits,frnij. 99 134 SHAKESPEARE. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it SO. Hamlet. Actii. Sc. 2. A dream itself is but a shadow. ibid. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. jbid. This goodly frame,, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man ! how noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in form and moving how express and admirable ! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god ! ibid. Man delights not me : no, nor woman neither. ibid There is something in this more than natural, if phi- losophy could find it out. md. I know a hawk from a handsaw. md. 0 Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou ! md. One fair daughter and no more, The which he loved passing well. ibid. Come, give us a taste of your quality. ibid. The play, I remember, pleased not the million ; 't was caviare to the general. md. They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time : after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. ibfc' Use every man after his desert, and who sho'uld 'scapo whipping ? ibid What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? ibM SHAKESPEARE. 135 Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab. Hamlet. Act U. Sc. 2 For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. 1 j^d. The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. Abuses me to damn me. jbi. /bid 1 Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. — Hkkkick : Svrroioi Succted. Woes cluster; rnre are solitarv woes; They lo ,r e a train, thev tread ench other's heel. Yoitno : Su,ht Thouf/htx, ninht Hi lint 63 And woe succeeds to woe. — Pope : The Iliad, htmk xvi. lint 139. 144 SHAKESPEARE. Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? Quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Hamht. Act v. Sc. i. To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Why may not imagination trace the noble aust of Alexander, till we find it stopping a bung-hole ? ibid. 'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so. ibid. Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. ibid. Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! 1 ibid A ministering angel shall my sister be. 2 ibid. Sweets to the sweet : farewell ! ibid I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave. ibid. Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous. Ibid. Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. ibid, 1 And from his ashes may he made "Hie violet of his native land. Tennyson : In Memorinm, xviii. * A ministering angel thou. — Scott : Marmion, canto vi. st. 30. SHAKESPEARE. 145 Nay, an thou 'It mouth, I '11 rant as well as tllOU. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. z Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day. ibia. There 's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. 1 Sc. 2 I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair. ibid. It did me yeoman's service. /bid. The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion. /bid. What imports the nomination of this gentleman ? ibid. The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides. ibid. 'T is the breathing time of day with me. ibid. There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes ? /bid. I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. jbi,/. Now the king drinks to Hamlet. Ibid. A hit, a very palpable hit. jbid This fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest. ibid Report me and my cause aright. ibid 1 But they that are above Have ends in everything. Beaumont and Fletchek : The Maid's Trayeay act v. sc. 4. \ 10 146 SHAKESPEARE. I am more an antique Roman than a Bane. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. Absent thee from felicity awhile. ibid. The rest is silence. ibid. Although the last, not least. King Lear. Ad i. Sc. 1. Nothing will come of nothing. /bid. Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. ibid I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not. /b s If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! jbid 152 SHAKESPEARE. Egregiously an ass. Othello. Act a. Sc. I I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. Sc. 3. Potations pottle-deep. ibid. King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown ; He held them sixpence all too dear, — With that he called the tailor lown. 1 rbia. Silence that dreadful bell : it frights the isle From her propriety. ibid. Your name is great [n mouths of wisest censure. ibid. Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. ibid. Cassio, I love thee ; But never more be officer of mine. ibid- Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant ? Cas. Ay, past all surgery. ibid. Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, T have lost my reputation ! I have lost the immortal part oi myself, and what remains is bestial. ibid. 0 thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil ! ibid. 0 God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains ! jbid. Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingre- diant is a devil. Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar crea- ture, if it be well used. ibid. How poor are they that have not patience ! ibid 1 Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Percy's Tfeliqnes, they are much altered by Shakespeare, and it is his version we sing in the nursery. SHAKESPEARE. 153 Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. 1 Othello. Act ML Sc. 3. Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. ibid. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 't is something, nothing ; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that niches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed. ibid. 0, beware, my lord, of jealousy ! 1 It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. /bid. But, 0, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly 2 loves ! ibid. Poor and content is rich and rich enough. ibid. To be once in doubt Is once to be resolv'd. ibid. If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'Id whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune. ibid. I am declined Ento the vale of years. jbid 1 For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Venus and Adonis. f "Fondly" in Singer and White ; "soundly" in Staunton. 154 SHAKE SPE ARE. 0 curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses. Othello. Act Hi. Sc. 3. Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. ibid. Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday. ibid. I swear 't is better to be much abused Than but ^o know 't a little. ibid. He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all. ibid. 0, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue ! 0, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And, 0 you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation 's gone ! ibid. Be sure of it ; give me the ocular proof. ibid. No hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on. ibid. On horror's head horrors accumulate. ibid. Take note, take note, 0 world, To be direct and honest is not safe. rbid. SHAKESPEARE. 155 But this denoted a foregone conclusion. Othtllu. Act Hi. Sc. 3, Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues ! ibid. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. ibid. Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Sc. 4. To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one. Act it. Sc. i. They laugh that win. 1 jw But yet the pity of it, Iago ! 0 Iago, the pity of it, Iago ! md. I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. Sc. 2. Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips. Wd. But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow iinmoving finger 2 at ! ibid Patience, thou young and rose-lippM cherubin. ibid O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst iie'ei been born. ibid. O Heaven, that such companions thou 'hist uiiiold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the wor/'.d ! ibid 1 Cervantes : Don Quixote, part it. chap. i. 2 "His slow and moving finger" in Knight and Staunton. 15fi SHAKESPEARE. 'T is neither here nor there. Othello. Act & Sc. 3. It makes us or it mars us. Act v. Sc. 1. Every way makes my gain. ibid. He hath a daily beauty in his life. ibid. This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite. ibid. And smooth as monumental alabaster. Sc. 2. Put out the light, and then put out* the light: If I quench thee, thou naming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me ; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. ibid. So sweet was ne'er so fatal. ibid. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all. ibid. One entire and perfect chrysolite. ibid. Curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation. ibid. Every puny whipster. ibid. Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. Ibid. I have done the state some service, and they know 't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well ; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away SHAKESI'KAHE. 157 Richer than all his tribe ; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Othdlo. Act v. Sc. 2 I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus. Ibid There 's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Antony and t'lto/jutni. Act i. Sc. 1. On the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. Sc. 2. This grief is crowned with consolation. ibid. Give me to drink mandragora. 8c 5. Where 's my serpent of old Nile ? ibid. A morsel for a monarch. ibid. My salad days, When I was green in judgment. ibid. Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. Act U. Sc. 1. Small to greater matters must give way. Sc. 2. The barge she sat in, like a bumish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person. It beggar'd all description. itnj. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety /bid. I have not kept my square ; but that co come Shall all be done by the rule. se. & 158 SHAKESPEARE. 'T was merry when You wager'd on your angling ; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. & Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne ! Sc. 7. Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain ; and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him. Act in. Sc. L He wears the rose Of youth upon him. Sc. 13 Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. ibid. To business that we love we rise betime, And go to 't with delight. Act iv. Sc. 4. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. ibid. The shirt of Nessus is upon me. Sc. 12. Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish ; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't. Sc. 14, That which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. ibid. Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness. ibid. t am dying, Egypt, dying. Sc. is. SHAKESPEARE. 159 O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen. 1 Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc.' 15. Let 's do it after the high .Roman fashion. ibid For his bounty, There was no winter in 't ; an autumn 't was That grew the more by reaping. Act v. Sc. 2. If there be, or ever were, one such, It 's past the size of dreaming. ibid. Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. ibid. I have Immortal longings in me. ibid. Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. Cyinbtline. Act i. Sc. 4. Hath his bellyful of fighting. Act a. Sc. 1. How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresli lily. Sc. 2. The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. Sc. 3. Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, 2 His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With everything that pretty is. My lady sweet, arise. ibid. As chaste as unsunn'd snow. Sc. 5. Some griefs are medicinable. Act Hi Sc, 'J. Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. Oc 3. jet marinwe, page 41. 2 See Lyly, page 32 160 SHAKESPEARE. So slippery that The fear J s as bad as falling. Cymbdme. Act Hi S*. s The game is up. ibid No, 't is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world. sc. 4. Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray' d him : Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion. ibid It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness. ibid. I have not slept one wink. ibid. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. jbia. Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. Sc. e. An angel ! or, if not, Am earthly paragon ! ibid Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. Act iv. Sc. «?, And put My clouted brogues from off my feet. ibid. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers ; come to dust. jbid. 0, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You cal!M me brother When I was but your sister. Act v. Sc 5 SHAKESPEARE. 161 Like an arrow shot From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark His eye doth level at. Pericles. Act L Sc. 1. 3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. 1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land : the great ones eat up the little ones. Act U. Sc. l. Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. Venus and Adonis. Line 145. For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Line 1019. The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light. Line 1027. For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. Lucrece. Line 1006. Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. Sonnet in. And stretched metre of an antique song. Sonnet xvii But thy eternal summer shall not fade. Sonnet xviii The painful warrior famoused for fight, 1 After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which lie toil'd. . Sonnet xxv. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of tilings past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Sonnet xxx. Full many a glorious morning have I seen. Sonnet xxxiii. My grief lies onward and my joy behind. Sonnet I 1 M Worth " in White. 11 162 SHAKESPEARE. Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. Sonnet Hi The rose looks fair, bnt fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. Sonnet liv. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. Sonnet fo. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? Sonnet ixv. And art made tongue-tied by authority. Sonnet Ixvi. And simple truth miscall' d simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. ibid. The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. Sonnet ixx. That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang CJpon those boughs which shake against the cold, — Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. Sonnet Ixxiii. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead ; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men. Sonnet Ixxxi. Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing. Sonnet Ixxxvii. Do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe ; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow. Sonnet xc SHAKESPEARE. 163 When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in everything. Still constant is a wondrous excellence. Sonnet xcvih. Sonnet cv. And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme. My nature is subdu'd Sonnet cvi. Sonnet cxxxii. Sonnet cxxu Sonnet cxvi. Sonnet cxi Ibid. So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kind of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passion in his craft of will. A Lover's Complaint. Line 120. O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear. ibid. Line 288. Bad in the best, though excellent in neither. The Passionate Filyrim. vii. Crabbed age and youth cannot live together. ibid, sett, Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? ibid. xix. Cursed be he that moves my bones. Shakespeare's EpitmpA . 164 BACON, FKANCIS BACON. 1561-1626. ( Works : Sped ding and Ellis). I hold every man a debtor to his profession : from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a help and ornament thereunto. Maxims of the Law. Preface. Come home to men's business and bosoms. Dedication to the Essays, Edition 1625. No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth. Of Truth. Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark ; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other. Of Death. Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it Out. Of Revenge. It was a high speech of Seneca (after the manner of the Stoics), that " The good things which belong to pros- perity are to be wished, but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired." Of Adversity. It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, " It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god." ibid. Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament ; ad- versity is the blessing of the New. ibid. Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes ; and adversity is iict without comforts and hopes. ibid. BACON. 165 Virtue is like precious odours, — most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed. 1 Of Adversity. He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune ; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either Of virtue Or mischief. Of Marriage and Single Life. Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.' 2 mi. Men in great place are thrice servants, — servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants ol business. Of Great Place. Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of his law. The people assembled. Mahomet called the hill to come to him, again and again ; and when the hill stood still he was never a whit abashed, but said " If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Maho- met Will gO to the hill." Of Baldness. The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall ; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall. 8 Of Goodness. The remedy is worse than the disease. 4 Of Seditions. 1 As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow ; But crushed or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. G«'I4>8MITB: 77*1* Captivity, act i. The pood are better made by ill, As odours c. -ished are sweeter still. Ko<;kks : Jacqueline, stanza 3. 2 Bt'RTON (quoted) : Anatomy of Melancholy, part in. sect. 2, memb. 5 subsect. 5. 8 Pride still is aiming af the blest abodes : Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel. POPE : Kssay on Man, ep. i. line 125 4 There are some remedies worse than the disease. — Punr.ius Svrus ' Maxim 301. 166 BACON. 1 had rather believe all the fables in the legends and the Talmud and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a mind. Of Atheism. A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion. 1 /bid. Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education ; in the elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school, and not to travel. Of Travel. Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil times, and which have much veneration but no rest.' 2 Of Empire. In things that a man would not be seen in himself, it is a point of cunning to borrow the name of the world : as to say, " The world says," or " There is a speech abroad." Of Cunning. There is a cunning which we in England call " the turning of the cat in the pan ; " which is, when that which a man says to another, he lays it as if another had said it to him. ibid. It is a good point of cunning for a man to shape the answer he would have in his own words and propositions, for it makes the other party stick the less. ibid It hath been an opinion that the French are wiser than they seem, and the Spaniards seem wiser than they are j but howsoever it be between nations, certainly it is so between man and man. Of Seeming Wise, 1 Who are a little wise the best fools be. — Donne : Triple Fool. A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery ; but depth in that study hrings him ahout again to our religion. — Fuller : The Holy State. The True Church Antiquary. A little 'earning is a dangerous thing. — Pope : Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 15. 2 Kincs are. like stars : thev rise and set ; they have The worship of the world, but no repose. Shelley : Hellr^ BACON. 167 There is a wisdom in this beyond the rules ot physic. A man's own observation, what he rinds good of and what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health. of Rtyimtn of Health, Discretion of speech is more than eloquence ; and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words or in good order. Of Discourse. Men's thoughts are much according to their inclina- tion, 1 their discourse and speeches according to their learning and infused Opinions. Of Custom and Education. Chiefly the mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands. 2 Of Fortune. If a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see For- tune ; for though she is blind, she is not invisible. 8 ibid. Young men are fitter to invent than to judge, fitter for execution than for counsel, and fitter for new projects than for settled business. of Youth and Age Virtue is like a rich stone, — best plain set. Of Beauty. God Almighty first planted a garden. 4 of Gardens. And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air. //,;,/. 1 Of similar meaning, "Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought." See Shakespeare, page !)0. 2 Every man is the architect of his own fortune. — PSKUDO-SALLUST : Epist de Rep. Ordin. ii. 1. His own character is the arbiter of every one's fortune. — Publius Sykus : Maxim 283. 8 Fortune is painted blind, with « muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind. — Shakespkark : Henry V. net Hi sc. 6. 4 God the first garden made, and the first city Cam. Cowi.ky : The Garden, Essay v. Go^ made the country, and man made the town. Cowpkr : The Task, bo' Jc i. lin* 749. Divina natura dedit agro«, ars humana anlificavit urbes (Divine Nature gave the fields, human art built the cities).— Vakro: De Re Rustica, Hi. 1. 168 BACON. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. Of Studies. Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. 7^ Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathe- matics, subtile ; natural philosophy, deep ; moral, grave ; logic and rhetoric, able to contend. jud. The greatest vicissitude of things amongst men is the vicissitude of sects and religions. 1 of Vicissitude of Things. Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books. Proposition touching Amendment of Laws. Knowledge is power. — Nam et ipsa scientia potestas est. 2 Meditationes Sacrce. De Hceresibus. Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb. 3 Historia Vitas, et Mortis; Sylva Sylvarum, Cent. i. Exper. 100. When you wander, as you often delight to do, you wander indeed, and give never such satisfaction as the curious time requires. This is not caused by any natu- ral defect, but first for want of election, when you, hav- ing a large and fruitful mind, should not so much labour what to speak as to find what to leave unspoken. Rich soils are often to be weeded. z etter of Expostulation to Coke. 1 The vicissitude of things. — Sterne : Sermon xvi. Gifford : Con- templation. 2 A wise man is strong ; 3 r ea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength. — Proverbs xxiv. 5. Knowledge is more than equivalent to force. — Johnson : Rasselas^ chap. xiii. 3 The bee .enclosed and through the amber shown, Seems buried in the juice which was his own. Martial: booh iv. 32, vi. 15 (Hay's translation) I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried. Herriok: On a Fly buried in Amber Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms. Pope : Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, line 169. BACON. 169 " Antiquitas saeculi juventus mundi." These times are the ancient times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account ancient ordtnc retrogrado, by a computation backward from ourselves. 1 Advancement of Learning- Book i. (1605.) For the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate. ibid. The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before. 2 Book U. It [Poesy] was ever thought to have some participa- tion of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind by submitting the shews of things to the desires of the mind. ibid. 1 As in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell you that old age or antiquity is to he accdunted by the farther distance from the beginning and the nearer approach to the end, — the times wherein we now live being in propriety of speech the most ancient since the world's creation. — Gkokoe Hakewill : An Apologie or Declaration of the Power and Providence oj God in the Government of the World. London, 1627. For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it? — Pascal: Preface, to the Treatise on Vacuum. It is worthy of remark that a thought which is often quoted from Francis Bacon occurs in [Giordano] Kruno's " Cena di Cenere." published in 1084 : I mean the notion that the later times are more aged than the earlier. — Whewell: Philosophy of the Inductive Sciences, vol. It. p. 198. London, 1847. We are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. Tennyson : The Day Dream. (IS Envoi.) 2 The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before. — Advancement of Learniny (ed. Dewey). The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted. — Diogenes Laektius, Lib. vi. sect. 63. Spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux : etsi per immnndos transeat, non inquinatur (The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light : although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted). — Saint Augus- tine : Works, vol. Hi., In Johannis Evany, cap. i. tr. v. sect. 15. The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted. — Lyly : Euphues, The Anatomy of Wit (Arber's reprint), p. 43. The sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is unpolluted in his beam. — Taylok : Holy Living, chap. i. p. 3. Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sun- beam. — Milton - The Doctrine and Discipline of Dicorc*. 170 BACON. Sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of all men's labours and peregrinations. Advancement of Learning. Book ii. Cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a due reverence to God. 1 States as great engines move slowly. ibid. The world 's a bubble, and the life of man Less than a span. 2 The World. Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns on water, or but writes in dust. ibid* What then remains but that we still should cry For being born, and, being born, to die ? 3 ibid, For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charita ble speeches, to foreign nations, and to the next ages. From his Will. My Lord St. Albans said that Nature did never put her precious jewels into a garret four stories high, and therefore that exceeding tall men had ever very empty heads. 4 Apothegms. No. 17. 1 Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness. — John Wesley (quoted) : Sermon xcii. On Dress. According to Dr. A. S. Bettelheim, rabbi, tbis is found in the Hebrew fathers. He cites Phinehas ben Yair, a? follows : 41 The doctrines of religion are resolved into carefulness ; carefulness into vigorousness ; vigorousness into guiltlessness ; guiltlessness into abstemiousness ; abstemiousness into cleanliness ; cleanliness into godliness," — literally, next to godliness. 2 Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span. — Browne: Pastoral ii. Our life is but a span. — New England Primer. 3 This line frequently occurs in almost exactly the same shape among the minor poems of the time: " Not to be born, or, being born, to die." — Drum- mono : Poems, p. 44. Bishop King : Poems, etc. (1657), p. 145. 4 Tall men are like houses of four stories, wherein commonly the xipper- most room is worst furnished. — Howell (quoted) : Letter i. booh i. sect. ii. (1621.) Often the cockloft is pmpty in those whom Nature hath built many >tories high. — Fuller : Andronicus. sect. in. par. 18 y 1. Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished. Butler : Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 161 BACON. 171 Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little Ones. 1 Apothegms. No. 64. Sir Henry Wotton used to say that critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes. a t o. ^ Sir Amice Pawlet, when he saw too much haste made in any matter, was wont to say, " Stay a while, that we may make an end the sooner." j\r 0 . 76. Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appears to be best in four things, — old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. 2 No. 97. Pyrrhus, when his friends congratulated to him his victory over the Romans under Fabricius, but with great slaughter of his own side, said to them, " Yes ; but if we have such another victory, we are undone." * No. /&.?. Cosmus, Duke of Florence, was wont to say of perfidi- ous friends, that " We read that we ought to forgive our enemies ; but we do not read that we ought to for- give our friends." No. 206. Cato said the best way to keep good acts in memory was to refresh them with new. y,,. 247. 1 The custom is not altogether obsolete in the U. S. A. 2 Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsuinest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest. — Webstek : Westward Hoe, act ii. sc. 2. Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes ; they were easiest for his feet. — Selden ; Table Talk. Friends. Old wood to burn ! Old wine to drink ! Old friends to tru>t ! OIL authors to read ! — Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appeared to be best in these four things. — Mki>chiok : Flo- resta Espahnla de Apother/mas o stntencias, etc., ii. 1, 20. What find you better or more honourable than age ? Take the prehcin- Jnence of it in everything, — in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedi- gree. — Shakekl>> Makmion (1602-168B) : The Antiquary. I love everything that's old, — old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine. — Goldsmith : tike Stoops to Conquer, act i. 3 There are some defeats more triumphant than victories. — Montaign*.* Of Cannibals, chap. xxx. 172 MIDDLETON. THOMAS MIDDLETON. -1626. As the case stands. The Old Law. Act ii. Sc. 1. On his last legs. Hold their noses to the grindstone. 2 Act v. Sc. 1. Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3. I smell a rat. 3 Ibid. A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long. 4 The Phainix. Act i. Sc. 1. The better day, the better deed. 5 The worst comes to the worst. 6 Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. } T is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift. 7 Michaelmas Term. Act iv. Sc. 1. From thousands of our undone widows One may derive some wit. 8 A Trick to catch the Old One. Act i. Sc. 2. Ground not upon dreams j you know they are ever con- trary. 9 The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3. Spick and span new. 10 ibid. A flat case as plain as a pack-staff. 11 Act v. Sc. 3. 1 As the case stands. — Mathew Henry : Commentaries, Psalm cxix. 2 See Heywood, page 11. 3 I smell a rat. — Ben Jonson : Tale of a Tub, act iv. Sc. 3. Butler : Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 281. I begin to smell a rat. — Cervantes: Don Quixote, booh iv. chap. x. 4 See Shakespeare, page 97. 5 The better day, the worse deed. — Henry : Commentaries, Genesis iii. 6 Worst comes to the worst. — Cervantes : Don Quixote, part i. booh iii. chap. v. Marston : The Dutch Courtezan, act iii. sc. 1. 7 It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize. — Pope : The Iliad, book xxiii. line 383. 8 Some undone widow sits upon mine arm. — Massinger : A New Way to pay Old Debts, act v. sc. 1. 9 For drames always go by contraries. — Lover : The Angel's Whisper. 10 Spick and span new. — Ford: The Lover's Melancholy, act i. sc. 1. Farquhar : Preface to his Worhs. 11 Plain as a pike-staff. — Terence in English (1641). .Buckingham : Speech in the House of Lords, 1675. Gil Bias (Smollett's translation), booh xli. chaji. viii. Byrom : Epistle to a Frie.ni. MIDDLETON. 173 Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering ? The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3. As true as 1 live. ibid. From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot. 1 A Mad World, my Masters. Act i. Sc. 3. That disease Of which all old men sicken, — avarice. 2 The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1. Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes. ibid. There is no hate lost between US. 8 Tht Witch. Act iv. Sc. 3. Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. 4 Act v. Sc. 2 Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may. 5 ibid. All is not gold that glistenetll. 6 A Fair Quarrel. Act v. Sc. 1. As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet. More Dissemblers besides Women. Act i. Sc. 4. 'T is a stinger. 7 Act Hi. Sc. 2. The world 5 s a stage on which all parts are played. 8 A Game at Chess. Act v. Sc. 1. 1 See Shakespearp, pace 51. 2 So tor a good old gentlemanly vice, I think I must lake up with avarice. Byron : Don Juan, canto i. stanza 216. 8 There is no love lo*t between us. — Cekvantes : Don Quixote, book iv. chap, xxili. Goldsmith: She Stoops to Conquer, act ir. Garbicks Correspondence, 1759. Fielding : The Grub Street Opera, act i. sc. 4. 4 See Shakespeare, pa^e 123. 6 These lines an* introduced into Macbeth, act iv. sc. 1. According to Steevers, "the son*; was, in all probability, a traditional one.'' Collier says, Doubtless it does not belong to Middleton more than to Shakespeare." Dyce says, "There seems to be little doubt that 'Macbeth' is of an earlier date than 4 The Witch.' " c See Chaucer, page 5. 7 He 'as h id a stinger. — Beaumont and Fletcher : Wit withom Money, act iv. sc. 1. . 8 See Shakespeare, page 69. 174 MIDDLETON. — WOTTON. Turn Over a new leaf. 1 Anything for a Quiet Life. Act Hi. Sc. 3. My nearest And dearest enemy. 2 Act v . s c . 1. This was a good week's labour. sc. 3. How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer's days ! No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 1. By many a happy accident. 3 sc. 2. SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639. How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple, truth his utmost skill ! The Character of a Happy Life. Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; .And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. ibid Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all. 4 ibid You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies, — What are you when the moon 6 shall rise ? On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia.* 1 A Beaf'h to the Clentlemnnly Profession of Servingmen (1598). Turn over a new leaf. — Ohkkkk : The Honest Whorz, part ii. act i. sc. 2, Bu»;kk. Lettr* to Mrs. H-irilnnd. 2 See Shakespeare, page 128. 8 A happy accident. — Madame de Stael : V Allemagne, chap, xvu Cervaniks : Don Quixote, book iv. part ii. chap Ivii. 4 As havinir nothing, and yet possessing all things. — 2 Corinth, vi. 10. * "Sun" in ReHq-am WoWmiance (eds. 1651, 1654, 1672, 1685). 6 This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's " Sixth Set of Books," etc., and is found in many MSS. — Hannah: The Courtly Poets. WOTTON. — BARNFIELP. — DA VIES. t 75 He first deceased ; she for a little tried To xzve without him, liked it not, and died. Upon the Dtalh of Sir Albert Morton's Wife. I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff. Preface to the Elements of Architecture. Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to. The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth. 1 ( Reliquiae Wottotdanas. The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches. 2 A Panegyric to King Charles. RICHARD BARN FIELD. 1570. As it fell upon a day ill the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made. Address to the Nightingale.* SIR JOHN DAVIES. 1570-1G:.'<;. Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide ; 1 In a letter to Velserus, 1012. Wotton says, "This merry definition of an ambassador I had chanced to set down at my friend's, Mr. Christopher Fleckamore, in his Album."' 2 He directed the stone over his grave to be inscribed : — Hie jacet hnjufl sententi:e primn* author: DlSPUTANDl PKUHTTOB BCCLBB1ABUM SCAHIKS, Nomen alias quaere (Here lies the author of this phrase : "The itch for disputing is the sore of churches.'' Seek his name elsewhere). Walton : Life of Wotton. 3 This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to Ham field ; it is found in nis collection of " Poems in Hirers Humours," publishe-'. ill 1598 — Elms: Specimens, vol. It. p. 316. 176 DA VIES. — PARKER. If aught do touch the utmost thread of vfc, She feels it instantly on every side. 1 The Immortality of the Soul. Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been To public feasts, where meet a public rout, — Where they that are without would fain go in, And they that are within would fain go out." 2 Contention betwixt a Wife, etc. MARTYN PARKER. 1630. Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah ! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. When the stormy winds do blow. 3 * Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own webs from their own entraJs spin ; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. Dryden : Mariage a la Mode, act ii. sc. 1. The spider's touch — how exquisitely fine ! — Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. Pope : Epistle i. line 217. 2 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden : the birds that ars with- out despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear the}' shall never get out. — Webster : The White Devil, act i. sc. 2. Le mariage est comme une forteresse assie'g^e ; ceux qui sont dehors veulent y entrer, et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir (Marriage is like a beleaguered fortress : those who are outside want to get in, and those inside want to get out). — Quitard : Etudes sur les Proverbes Frangais, p. 102. It happens as with cages : the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out. — Montaigne : Upon some Verses of Virgil, chap. v. Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in ? — Emerson : Representative Men: Montaigne. 3 When the battle rages loud and long, Ana the stormy winds do blow. Campbell : re Mariners or jcngcana. Song, Ibid,. DONNE. — JONSON. 177 DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631. He was the Word, that spake it . He took the bread and brake it ; \nd what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it. 1 Divine Poems. On the Sacrament We understood Her by her sight ; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought That one might almost say her body thought, Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury. She and comparisons are odious. 2 Elegy 8. The Comparison. Who are a little wise the best fools be. 8 The Triple Fool. BKN JONSON. 4 1573-1637. It was a mighty while ago. Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3. Hang sorrow ! care '11 kill a cat. 5 As he brews, so shall he drink. Act U. Sc. 1. Get money ; still get money, boy, No matter by what means. 6 Sc. 3 1 Attributed by many writers to the Princess Elizabeth. It is not in the original edition of Donne, but first appears in the edition of 1054, p. 352. 2 See Fortescue, page 7. 8 See Bacon, page 166. 4 O rare Ben Jonson ! — Sir John Young : Epitaph. 6 Hang sorrow ! care will kill a cat. — Wither : Poem on Christmas. 6 Get place and wealth, — if possible, with grace ; If not, by any means get wealth and place FOPS : Horace, book i. epii'lt s. line 103. 1_ 178 JONSON. Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years. Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3. It must be done like lightning. ^ ct iv# £ C< v> There shall be no love lost. 1 Every Man out of his Hu;uuur- Act ii. Sc. 1 Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast. 2 Epic&ne ; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1 Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free, — Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art : They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. jud. That Old bald cheater, Time. The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. i. The world knows only two, — that 's Rome and I. Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1. Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression. The Masque of Hymen. Courses even with the sun Doth her mighty brother run. The Gipsies Metamorphosed. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die ; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H. Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice, — almighty gold. 3 Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland. 1 There is no love lost between us. — Cervantes : Don Quixote, part ii. ^hap. xxxiii. 2 A translation from Bonnefonius. 3 The flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold. — Wor.,coT : To Krt.n Long, Ode lv. Almighty dollar. — Irving : The Creole Village. ! JONSON. 179 Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I '11 not look for wine. 1 The Forest. To Celia. Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakespeare, rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room.' 2 To the Memory of Shakespeare. Marlowe's mighty line. Ibid. Small Latin, and less Greek. ihid. He was not of an age, but for all time. Ibid. For a good poet 's made as well as born. Ibid. Sweet swan of Avon ! Ibid, Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, — • Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke. 9 1 'Efio't 8e /j.6voi^ TrpiTTivc roh 6/j./j.a(riv. . . . El $t $or\ft, rots x ftAf < r < irpoa/j.a, kcl\ outus SiSov (Drink to me with your eyes alone. . . . And if you will, take the cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me). Piiilosthatus : Letter rxiv. 2 Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. Bassk : On Shakespeare. 8 This epitaph is generally ascribed to Ben .Tonson. It appears in the editions of his Works ; but in a manuscript collection of Browne's pnems preserved amongst the Lansdowne MS. No. 777, in the British Museum, it is ascribed to Browne, and awarded to him by Sir Egerton Brydges in his edition of Browne's poems. 180 JONSON. — WEBSTER. Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink. 1 Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked be sealed of the Tribe of Ben. Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Kesting never ! Ibid. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be. Ibid. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison. III. What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew ? 2 Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet JOHN WEBSTER. 1638. I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit. 3 Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2 ? T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden, — the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get Out. 4 The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2. Condemn you me for that the duke did love me ? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown' d himself in ? t. Act Hi. Sc. 2. 1 They never taste who always drink ; They always talk who never think. Prior : Upon a passage in the Scaligerana, 2 What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to 3 r onder glade ? Pope : To the Memory of au Unfortunate Lady 3 Death hath so many doors to let out life. — Beaumont and Fletcher i The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2. 4 See Davies, page 176. WEBSTER. — DEKKER. 181 Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light. 1 The White Devil. Act iv Sc. 4. Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Act v. Sc. 2. Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsom- est, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest ? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are Soundest. 2 Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2. i saw him now going the way of all flesh. ibid. THOMAS TEKKER. 1641. A wise man poor Is like a sacred book that 's never read, — To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's School. Old Fwtunatus. And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There f a a lean fellow beats all conquerors. ibid. 1 The mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and smooth, but when beheld close they are rough. — Diogenes LABRTrUS : J'yrrho. Love is like a landscape which doth stand Smooth at a distance, rough at hand. Robert Heggk : On Love. We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness, But near approaches make the prospect leu. Yalden : Ayainst Enjoyment. As distant prospects please us, but when near We find but desert rocks and fleeting air. 6ABTH : The Dispensatory, canto Hi. line 27. 'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Campbell : Pleasures of Hope part i. line 7 2 See Bacon, page 171. 182 DEKKER. — HALL. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer ; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed. 1 The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12 I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman.* 2 Act iv. Sc. 2. This principle is old, but true as fate, — Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate. 3 sc. 4. We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. Turn over a new leaf. 4 j; ct & $c. i. To add to golden numbers golden numbers. Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1. Honest labour bears a lovely face. j 0 ;d BISHOP HALL. 1574-1656. Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. Christian Moderation. Introduction. Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands ,n the grave. 5 Epistles. Dec. Hi. Ep. 2. There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be. 6 Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses. 1 Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moj'ses, Aron, and the profettys ; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne. — Juliana Berners : Heraldic Blazonry. 2 See Shakespeare, page 78. 3 Caesar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor. — Plutarch : Life of Romulus. 4 See Middleton, page 174. 5 And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. Young : Night Thoughts, night v. line 718 6 Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. Gray : Elegy, stanza 14. FLETCHER. 183 JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625. Man is his own star ; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, 1 Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. Upon 7(5-1640. I Naught so sweet as melancholy. 2 Anatomy of Melancholy . 3 The Author's Abstract I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling. 4 Deinocritus to the R aider. They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works. 5 ibid. We can say nothing but what hath been said. 8 Our poets steal from Homer. . . . Our story -dressers do as much ; he that comes last is commonly best. ibid. I say with Didacus Stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant him- self. 7 ibid, 1 Det-as, not words. — Butler ; ffttdibras, part i. canto i. line 867. 2 See Fletcher, page 184. There 's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy. Hood : Ode to Melancholy. 8 Dr. Johnson said Burton's "Anatomy of Melancholy" was the only book that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he wished to rise. And Byron said, "If the reader has patience to go through his volumes, he will be more improved for literary conversation than by the perusal of any twenty other works with which I am acquainted." — Works, vol. i. />. 144. 4 A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. — Garrick : Prologue on quitting the stage. Non ignara mall, miseris succurrere disco (Being not unacquainted with woe, I learn to help the unfortunate). — Virgil : Atneid, lib. i. 630. 5 See Shakespeare, page 84. 6 Nihil dictum quod non dictum prius (There is nothing said which ha* not been said before). — Terence : Evnuchus, Prol. 10. 7 A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two. — HERBERT : Jacula Prudentum. A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's shoulders to mount on. — Coleridge : The Friend, sect. i. essay viii. PigmaM gigantum humeris impositi plusquam ipsi gigantes vident (Pig- mies placed on the shoulders of giants see more than the giants themselves) — Didacus Stella in Lucan x 10, torn. ii. 186 BURTON. It is most true, stylus virum arguit, — our style be« Wrays US. 1 Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones. 2 ibid. As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made of his skin when he was deadf because he thought the very noise of it would put his enemies to flight. ibid. Like the watermen that row one way and look an- other. 3 ibid. Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes. 4 ibid. Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself. 6 ibid. Rob Peter, and pay Paul. 6 ibid Penny wise, pound foolish. ibid. Women wear the breeches. ibid. Like iEsop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs. 7 ibid. Our wrangling lawyers . . . are so litigious and busy here on earth, that I think they will plead their clients' causes hereafter, — some of them in hell. /bid. Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues > so had he many vices j he had two distinct persons in him. 6 ibid. 1 Le style est l'homme meme (The style is the man himself). — Buffon: Discours de Reception (Recueil de /' Academie, 1750). 2 Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form. — Montaigne : Apology for Raimond Sebond, book ii. chap. xii. 3 Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead. — Plu- tarch: Whether H was rightfully said, Live concealed. Like rowers, who advance backward. — Montaigne : Of Profit and Honour, book Hi. chap. i. 4 See Shakespeare, page 132. 6 See Hey wood, page 15. 6 See Hey wood, page 14. Rabelais: book i. chap, xu 7 ^Esop: Fables, book v. fable v. 8 He left a corsair's name to other times, Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes. Byron : The Corsair, canto Hi. stanza 24. bUKTON. 187 Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer. Anatomy uf Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5- Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long. 1 Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. [Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, minister io dcemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings. Subsect. 3. Can build castles in the air. 2 jbid. Joh. Mayor, in the first book of his " History of Scot- land," contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread ; it was objected to him, then living at Paris, that his countrymen fed on oats and base grain. . . . And yet Wecker out of Galen calls it horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on. 3 Memb. 2, Subsect. 1. Cookery is become an art, a noble science ; cooks are gentlemen. Subsect. 2. As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fight- ing, and some of our city captains and carpet knights . will make this good, and prove it. 4 ibid. No rule is so general, which admits not some exception. 5 Subsect. 3. Idleness is an appendix to nobility. Subsect. r>. Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn ? Memb. 3, Subsect. 2. 1 See Fletcher, page 183. 2 "Castles in the air," —Montaigne, Sir Philip Sidney, Massinger, Sii Thomas Browne, Giles Fletcher, George Herbert, Dean Swift, Broome, Fielding, Gibber, Churchill, Shenstone, and Lloyd. 3 Oats, — a grain which is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people. — Samuel .Johnson : Dictionary of the English Language. 4 Carpet knights are men who are by the prince's grace and favour made knights at home. . . . They are called carpet knights because they receive their honours in the court and upon carpets. — Makkham : Booke of Uun our (Ki25). "Carpet knights," — Du Bartas (ed. 1621), p. 311. 6 The exception proves the rule. » 188 BURTON. A nightingale dies for shame if another bird singg better. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect, 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 6. They do not live but linger. Subsect. 10. [Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate oui bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies. 1 j^d. [Desire] is a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according to Austin, still going round as in a ring. Subsect. ji. [The rich] are indeed rather possessed by their money than possessors. Subsect. 12. Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others. y^'d. Were it not that they are loath to lay out money on' a rope, they would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges. jud. A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich. ibid. I may not here omit those two main plagues and com- mon dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people ; they go commonly together. 2 Subsect. 13. All our geese are swans. Subsect. u. Though they [philosophers] write contemptu glorice, yet as Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books. ibid. They are proud in humility ; proud in that they are not proud. 3 Subsect 14. 1 See Shakespeare, page 50. 2 Qui vino indulget, quemque alea decoquit, ille In venerem putret (He who is given to drink, and whom the dice are despoiling, is the one who rots away in sexual vice). — Persius : Satires, satire v. 3 His favourite sin Is pride that apes humility. Southey ; The Devil's Walk. » BURTON. 189 We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars ; kings can invest knights and barons, as Sigis- mund the emperor confessed. 1 Anatomy of Mtlancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 15. Hinc quam sic calamus scevior ense, patet. The pen worse than the sword. 2 Memb. 4, Subsect. 4. Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did " go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him.'' 3 Subsect. 6. See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one moun- tain, one sea, one river, and see all. 4 Subsect. 7. Felix Plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate all symptoms they find related of Others to their Own persons. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most Witty. Subsect. 3. Like him in ^sop, he whipped his horses withal, and put his shoulder to the wheel. pari U. Sect, l, Memb. 2. Fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun. Sect. 2, Memb. 3 1 When Abraham Lincoln heard of the death of a private, lie said he was sorry it was not a general : "1 amid make more of them." 2 Tant la plume a eu sous le roi d'avantage stir lYpt'e (So far had the pen under the king the superiority over the sword). — Saint Simon : Me- moires, vol. Hi. p. 517 (1702), ed. 1856. The pen is mightier than the sword. — Bllwfk Lytton : Hichelieu, act it. sc. 2. 8 Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, Through which the living Homer begged his bread. Anonymous. Great Homer's birthplace seven rival cities claim, Too mighty such monopoly of Fame. Thomas SKWAKD : On Shakespeare's Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon. Seven cities warred for Homer being dead ; Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. Thomas Heywood : Hlerarchie of the Blessed Amjells. 4 A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country o: another. — Johnson : Piazzi, 52. 190 BURTON. Seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they se§ great men contending with adversity. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memo. 1, Subsect. 1. Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man. Memb. 2. Almost in every kingdom the most ancient families have been at first princes' bastards ; their worthiest cap- tains, best wits, greatest scholars, bravest spirits in all our annals, have been base [born]. ibid. As he said in Machiavel, omnes eodem yatre natl, Adam's sons, conceived all and born in sin, etc. " We are by nature all as one, all alike, if you see us naked ; let us wear theirs and they our clothes, and what is the difference ? " ibid. Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallops Ibid. Christ himself was poor. . . . And as he was himself,- so he informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets poor, apostles poor. 2 Memb. 3. Who cannot give good counsel ? 'T is cheap, it costs them nothing. ibid Many things happen between the cup and the lip. & Ibid. What can't be cured must be endured. ibid. Everything, saith Epictetus, hath two handles, — the one to be held by, the other not. ibid. All places are distant from heaven alike. m mb. 4. 1 Set a beggar on horseback, and he '11 outride the Devil. — Bohn : For- eign Proverbs {German). 2 See Wotton, page 174. 3 There is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip. — Hazlitt : English Proverbs. Though men determine, the gods doo dispose ; and oft times many things fall out betweene the cup and the lip. — Greene : Perimedes the blacksmith (158S). BURTON. 191 The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this inscription: "Happy is that city which in time ot peace thinks of war." Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 6. " Let me not live," saith Aretiue's Antonia, u if I had not rather hear thy discourse than see a play." Part Hi. Sect, i, Mtmb. 1, Subsect. 1. Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grnn- nius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end. ibid. Birds of a feather will gather together. Subsect. 2. And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator. Memb. 2, Subsect. l. And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard. 1 Memb. 3. Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all. 2 Ibid. No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread. 3 Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun. ibid. He is only fantastical that is not in fashion. Memb. 2, Subsect. 3. 1 See Heywood, page 11. 2 g e e Heywood, page 20. a Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, Whose even' hair a soul doth hind. CARBW : Think not 'cause men flattering say One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen. — Howell : Letters, book ii. iv. (1621). She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair. Dkyden : Persius, satire v. line 246. Beauty draws us with a single hair. — POPS • The Rape of the Lock, canto ii. line 27. And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me hy a single hair. Bland: Anthology, p. 20 (edition 1813) 192 BURTON. [Quoting Seneca] Cornelia kept her in talk till het children came from school, " and these," said she, " are my jewels." Anatomy of Melancholy. Part Hi. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5. To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance. Subsect. 4. Marriage and hanging go by destiny ; matches are made in heaven. 1 Subsect. 5, Diogenes struck the father when the son swore. ibid. Though it rain daggers with their points downward. Memb. 3. Going as if he trod upon eggs. (bid. I light my candle from their torches. Memb. 5, Subsect. l. England is a paradise for women and hell for horses ; Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. ?. The miller sees nOu all the water that goes by his mill. 3 Mvmb. 4, Subsect. 1. As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face. 3 Ibid. Make a virtue of necessity. 4 ibid. Where God hath a t^ir.ple, the Devil will have a Chapel. 5 Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1. If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled. Subsect. 2. 1 See Heyvvood, page 10. .2 g e e Key wood, page 18, 3 See Shakespeare, page 44. 4 See Chaucer, page 3. 5 For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a chapel. — Martin Luther : Table Talk, Ixvii. God never had a church but there, men say, The Devii a chapel hath raised by some wyles. Drummond : Posthumous Poems. No sooner is a temple built to God but the Devil builds a chapel hard by c — Herbert . Jacula Prudentum. Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there. Defoe : The True-born Englishman, part i. line 1 BURTON. — OVERBURY. 193 For " ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows. 1 Anatomy of Melancholy. Part Hi. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2. The fear of some divine and supreme powers keeps men in obedience. 2 ibid. Out of too much learning become mad. ibid. The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies. Subsect. 3. I socrates adviseth Demonicus, when he eame to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place. Subsect. 5. When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done. 3 Memb. 2, Subsect. 1. One religion is as true as another. ibid They have cheveril consciences that will stretch. Subsect. 3 SIR THOMAS OVERBURY. 1581-1613. In part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride : He comes to neere that conies to be denide. 4 A Wife. St. M. 1 Ignorance is the mother of devotion. — Jeremy TAYLOlt: To a Person newly Converted (1657). Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me. — Dryden : The Maiden Queen, act i. sc. 2. 2 The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To hand the wretch in order. BuitNS *. Epistle to a Yount/ Friend. 8 Saint Augustine was in the habit of dining upon Saturday a< upon Sunday ; but being puzzled with the different practices then prevailing (f'>r they had begun to fast at Rome on Saturday), consulted Saint Ambrose on the subject. Now at Milan they did not fast on Saturday, and the answer of the Milan saint was this: " Q'uando hie sum, Don jejuno Sabbato : qtiando Roma* sum, jejuno Sabbato" (When I am here, I do not fast on Saturday; when at Rome, I do fast on Saturday). — Epistle xxxvi. to Casidanus. 4 In part she is to blame that has been tried i He comes too near that comes to be denied. Mart W. Montagu : The Lady's Resolve 194 MASSINGER. — HEY WOOD. — SELDEN. PHILIP MASSINGER. 1584-1640. Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it ; 1 and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, Will not be drawn. a New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v Sc. 1 Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. 4 A Very Woman. Act v. Sc. 4. This many-headed monster. 3 The Roman Actor. Act Hi. Sc. 2. Grim death. 4 Act iv Sc. 2. THOMAS HEYWOOD. 1649. The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill. 5 Apology for Actors (1612). I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom. Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells. Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. 6 ibid. Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen. 7 History of Women (ed. 1624). Page 286. JOHN SELDEN. 1584-1654. Equity is a roguish thing. For Law we have a meas- ure, know what to trust to ; Equity is according to the 1 See Middleton, page 172. 2 Death hath so many doors to let out life. — Beaumont and Fletcher : The Custom of the Country, act ii. sc. 2. The thousand doors that lead to deatti. — Browne : Religio Medici, part i. sect xliv. 3 See Sir Philip Sidney, paere 34. 4 Grim death, my son and foe. — Milton; Paradise Lost, booh ii. line 804. 6 See Shakespeare, page 69. fi See Burton, page 189 " See Heywood, page 11. SELDEN. 195 conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is Equity. 'T is all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a "foot" a Chancellor's foot ; what an uncertain measure would this be ! One Chancellor has a long foot, another a short foot, a third an indifferent foot. 'T is the same thing in the Chancellor's conscience. Table Talk. Equity. Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet. 1 Friends. Humility is a virtue all preach, none practise ; and yet everybody is content to hear. Humility. 'T is not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess. /bid. Commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for something in him we cannot abide. Judf/ments. Ignorance of the law excuses no man ; not that all men know the law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him. Law. No man is the wiser for his learning. Learning. Wit and wisdom are born with a man. jbid. Few men make themselves masters of the things they write or speak. jbid. Take a straw and throw it up into the air, — }-ou may see by that which way the wind is. Libels. Philosophy is nothing but discretion. Philosophy. Marriage is a desperate thing. Mawiaye. Thou little thinkest what a little foolery governs the world. 2 Pope. 1 See Bacon, page 171. 2 Heboid, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed. — Oxkn« stiern (1583-1654). 196 SELDEN. — DRUMMOND. — BEAUMONT. They that govern the most make the least noise. Table Talk. Power. Syllables govern the world. Never king dropped out of the clouds, ibid. Never tell your resolution beforehand. Wisdom. Wise men say nothing in dangerous times, jbid, WILLIAM DRUMMOND. 1585-1649. God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles. 1 I doubted of this saw, till on a day I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles. Posthumous Poems FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1586-1616, What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtile flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. Letter to Ben Jonson Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey It is always good When a man has two irons in the fire. The Faithful Friends. Act i. Sc. Z 1 See Burton, nage 192. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 197 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. (Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher.) All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. 1 Philaster. Act v Sc. * Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. The 'Maid's Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 2. A soul as white as heaven. Act iv. Sc. i. But they that are above Have ends in everything. 2 j ■> v . sc. t. It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour. 8 A King and No King Ad iv. Sc. 3 There is a method in man's wickedness, — It grows up by degrees. 4 Art p. Sc. 4 As COld as CUCUmberS. Cupid's Revenge. Art i. Sc. 1 Calamity is man's true touchstone. 1 Four Plays in One: The Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1 Kiss till the COW Comes home. Scornful Lady. Act iii. Sc. 1. It would talk, — Lord ! how it talked ! 6 Act v. Sc. l. Beggars must be no choosers. 7 Sc. 3. No better than you should be. 8 The Coxcomb. Act iv. Sc. 3. 1 See Shakespeare, page 100. 2 See Shakespeare, page 145. 8 See Shakespeare, page 87. 4 Nemo repente fuit turpissimus (No man ever became extremely wicked all at once). — Juvenal: ii. 83. Ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degr^s (As virtue has its degrees, so has vice). — Racine : Phcdre, act iv. sc. 2. * Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (Fire is the test of gold ; adver- sity, of strong men). — Skneca : De Procidentia, v. 9. 6 Then he will talk — good «ods! how he will talk! — Lee : Alexander the Great, act i. sc. 3. 7 See He} r wood, page 14. 8 She is no better than she should be. — Fielding: The Temple Beau, act iv. sc. 3. 198 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot. 1 The Honest Man's Fortune. Act ii. Sc. 2 One foot in the grave. 2 The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. 1 Go to grass. Act iVt SCt 7 There is no jesting with edge tools. 8 y^, Though I say it that should not say it. Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 2. I name no parties. 4 # c 3t Whistle, and she '11 come to you. 6 Wit Without Money. Act iv. Sc. 4. Let the world slide. 6 Act v , £ c . 2 . The fit 's upon me now ! Come quickly, gentle lady ; The fit 's upon me now. sc. & He comes not in my books. 7 The Widow, Act i. Sc. / Death h?„th so many doors to let out life. 8 The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2. Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity 's the straightest. 9 The Knight of Malta. Act i. Sc. 1. Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven ; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness, — To Which. I leave him. The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1. 1 See Shakespeare, page 51. 2 An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave. — Plutarch : On the Training of Children. 3 It is no jesting with edge tools. — The True Tragedy of Richard III. U594.) 4 The use of " party " in the sens' 1 of " person " occurs in the Book of Common Prayer, More's "Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Fuller, and other old English writers. 6 Whistle, and I '11 come to ye. — Burns : Whistle, etc. 6 See Shakespeare, pa^e 72. 7 See Shakespeare, page 50. 8 See Webster, page 180. 9 Pity's akin to love. — Southerne : Oroonoka, act ii. sc. 1. Pity swells the tide of love. — Young : Night Thoughts, night in line 107. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. — WITHER. 199 Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother. 1 Love's Cure. Act h. Sc. 2. What 's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink. 2 Act iii. Sc. 2. Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry springtime's harbinger. The Two Noble. Kinsmen. AM i. Sc. J. 0 great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world 0' the pleurisy of people ! Act v. Sc. 1 GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667. Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman 's fair ? Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care 1 how fair she be ? 8 The Shepherd's Resolution. Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance. Poem on Christmas Hang sorrow ! care will kill a cat, 4 And therefore let 's be merry. ibia. 1 But strive still to be a man before your mother. — Cowpkr : Connois- teur. Motto of No. iii. 2 Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food to one may be fierce poison to others). — Lucketius : iv. 637. 3 See Raleigh, page 26. 4 See Jonson, page 177. 200 WITHER. — HOBBES. — CAREW. Though. I am young, I scorn to flit On the wings of borrowed wit. The Shepherd's Hunting, And I oft have heard defended, — Little said is soonest mended. j^td. And he that gives us in these days - New Lords may give us new laws. Contented Marts Morrict. THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679. For words are wise men's counters, — they do but reckon by them ; but they are the money of fools. The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. iv. No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. Chap, xviii. THOMAS CAEEW. 1589-1639. He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, — As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. Disdain Returned. Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love that run away. Conquest by Flight An untimely grave. 1 On the Duke of Buckingham. The magic of a face. Epitaph on the Lady s — . 1 An untimely grave. — Tate and Brady: Psalm vii. BROWNE. — HER RICK. 201 WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645. Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span. 1 Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Sonrj 2 ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1G74. Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones, — come and buy ! If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer, there, Where my Julia's lips do smile, — There 's the land, or cherry-isle. Cherry Ripe Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say ; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. The Rock of Rubies, ami the Quarrie of Pearls Some asked how pearls did grow, and where ? Then spoke I to my girl To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of pearl. md, A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness. Delight in Disorder. A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat ; A careless shoe-string, in whose tie 1 see a wild civility, — Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in ever^ part. an Did therewith bury in oblivion. Well-languaged Daniel. Book ii. Song 2, Ibid 1 See Bacon, pajje 170. 202 HERRICK. You say to me-wards your affection 's strong ; Pray love me little, so you love me long. 1 Love me Little, Love me Long Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. 2 To the Virgins to make much of Time Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers. To Music, to becalm his Fever Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. To Daffadills Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. 8 Sorrows Succeed. Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then, 4 As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. To Mistress Susanna Southwell, Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee ; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. The Night Piece to Julia, i See Marlowe, page 41. a Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered. — Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8. Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time. — Spenser : The Faerie i&ueene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75. 9 See Shakespeare, page 143. 4 Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out. Suckling : Ballad upon a Wedding HERRICK. — QUARLES. 203 I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried. 1 The Amber Bead. Thus times do shift, — each thing his turn does hold ; New things succeed, as former things grow old. Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve, Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine. Ode for Btn Jonson. Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt ; Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out. 2 Seek and Find. But ne'er the rose without the thorn. 8 The Rose. FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644 Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks. 4 Divine Poems (ed. 1669). Sweet Phosphor, bring the day Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs ; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day I Sweet Phosphor, bring the day I Light will repay The wrongs of night ; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day ! Emblems. Book i. Emblem 14. Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. Book ii. Emblem 2 1 See Bacon, page 168. 2 Nil tam difficilest quin qurcrendo investigari possiet ^Nothing is sc difficult but that it may be found out by seeking). — Tkhence ! ffeauton timoroumenos, iv. 2, 8. 8 Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. — Milton : Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256. 4 Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. — Young . Night Thoughts +ight v. line 1011. 204 QUARLES. — HERBERT. This house is to be let for life or years ; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears. Cupid, 't has long stood void ; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone. Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 10, Ep, 10 The slender debt to Nature 's quickly paid, 1 Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made. Booh ii. Emblem 13. The next way home 's the farthest way about. 2 Book iv. Emblem 2, Ep. 2. It is the lot of man but once to die. Book v. Emblem 7. GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632. To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise. Praise Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunneshine. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine ; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes that and th' action fine. The Elixir, A verse may find him who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice. The Church Porch. 1 To die is a debt we must all of us discharge. — Euripides : Alcestis, line 418. 2 The longest way round is the shortest way home. — Bohn ; Foreign Proverbs (Italian). Virtue. Ibid. Ibid. The Answer. HERBERT. 205 Dare to be true : nothing can need a lie ; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby. 1 The Church Porch. Chase brave employment with a naked sword Throughout the world. ibid. Sundays observe ; think when the bells do chime, 'T is angels' music. ibid. The worst speak something good ; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence ibid. Bibles laid open, millions of surprises. Sm Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand. The Church Militant. Man is one world, and hath Another to attend hi m. Man If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast. The Pulley. The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords Tf when the soul unto the lines accords. a True Hymn. Wouldst thou botli eat thy cake and have it ? 2 The Size. Do well and right, and let the world sink. 3 Country Parson. Chap. ixix. His bark is worse than his bite. Jacula Pmdentum. After death the doctor. 4 /bid. Hell is full of good meanings and wishings. 5 ibid. 1 And lie that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two. Watts : Song xv. 2 See Heywood, page'20. Bickerstaff : Thomas and Sally. 3 Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua (Though the sky fall, let Thy will be done). — Sir T. Browne : Reliyio Medici, part ii. sect. xi. 4 After the war, aid. — Greek proverb. After me the deluge. — Madame de Pompadour. 6 Hell is paved with good intentions. — Dr. Johnson (Boswell's Life oj Johnson. Annus 1775). 206 HERBERT. — WALTON. No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devi) builds a chapel hard by. 1 Jacula Prudentum. God's mill grinds slow, but sure. 2 The offender never pardons. 3 jua. It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle. ibid. To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure. 4 Ibid. The lion is not so tierce as they paint him. 5 ibid. Help thyself, and God will help thee. 6 ibid. Words are women, deeds are men. 7 ibid. The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken. 8 ibid. A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two. 9 Ibid. IZAAK WALTON. 1593-1683. Of which, if thou be a severe, sour-complexioned man, then I here disallow thee to be a competent judge. The Complete Angler. Author's Preface. Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learnt. ibid. As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler. md. 1 See Burton, page 192. 2 Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small. — F. Von Logau (1614-1655): Retribution (translation). 3 They ne'er p;irdon who have done the wrong. — Dryden : The Con- quest of Grenada. 4 God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. — Sterne : Sentimental Journey. 6 The lion is not. so fierce as painted. — Fuller: Expecting Preferment. 6 God helps those who help themselves. — Sidney * Discourses on Goo- ernment, sect, xxiii. Franklin : Poor Richard's Almanac. 7 Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things. — Dr. Madden. Boulter's Monument (supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson, 1745) s See Chaucer, page 4. - 9 See Burton, page 185 WALTON. 207 I shall stay him no longer than to wish him a rainy evening to read this following discourse ; and that if he be an honest angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing. The Complete Anyler. Author's Preface. As the Italians say, Good company in a journey makes the way to seem the shorter. p art ,- # Qj iap 2 I am, sir, a Brother of the Angle. j 0 - u i It [angling] deserves commendations; ... it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man. ibid. Angling is somewhat like poetry, — men are to be born so. lh - uL Doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself. 1 ibid. Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a fre- quent practiser of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, " 'T was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of U&quiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness ; " and " that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it." jbid. You will find angling to be like the virtue of humility, which has a calmness of spirit and a world of other blessings attending upon it. //,„/. I remember that a wise friend of mine did usually say, " That which is everybody's business is nobody's business." Chap, a. 1 Virtue is her own reward. — Prypen : Tyrmnic Love, act Hi. sc. J. Virrue is to her-elf tlie best reward. — Rk*BY M K'. : Cupid's (\>ntlict. Virtue is its own reward. — Prior : Imit'ttkmt of //timer, b uk tii. ode 2. Gay : Epistle to Methutn. Homk : Douglas), net iii. sc. J. Virtue was sufficient of herself for happiness. — Dkxjknes Laertiu*: Plato, xtii. Ipsa quidem virtus sihimet pnlct»errima merces (Virtue herse f is her own fairest reward). — SlLlUS Italicus (25 ? -1)9) . Punica, lib. xiii. line «5* 208 WALTON. Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue. The Complete Angler, fart i. Chap. ii. An excellent angler, and now with God. chap. iv. Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good. ibid. No man can lose what he never had. Chap. v. We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler 1 said of straw- berries : " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did ; 99 and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, inno- cent recreation than angling. /bid. Thus use your frog : put your hook — I mean the arming wire — through his mouth and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire ; and in so doing use him as though you loved him. chap. 8. This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men. ibid. Health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of, — a blessing that money cannot buy. Chap. 21. And upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust in his Providence, and be quiet and go a-angling. /bid. But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him ; marked him for his own. 2 Life of Donne. The great secretary of Nature, — Sir Francis Bacon. 8 Life of Herbert. 1 William Butler, styled by Dr. Fuller in his " Worthies " (Suffolk) the " ^Esculapius of our age." He died in 1621. This first appeared in the second edition of " The Angler," 1655. Roger Williams, in his " Key into the Language of America,'* 1643, p. 98, says : 44 One of the chiefest doctors of England was wont to say, that God could have made, but God never did make, a better berry." 2 Melancholy marked him for her own. — Gray : The Epitaph. 3 Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates are secretaries of Nature. — Howeij, i Letters, book ii, I'tt&r xi. WALTON. — SHIRLEY. — BUTLER. 209 Oh, the gallant fisher's life ! It is the best of any ; »T is full of pleasure, void of strife, And 'tis beloved by many. The Angler, (John Chalkhill.)* JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666. The glories of our blood and state A.re shadows, not substantial things j There is no drmour against fate ; Death lays his icy hands on kings. Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3. Only the actions of the just 2 Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. 3 Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. Cupid and Death SAMUEL BUTLER. 1600-1680. And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, Was beat with fist instead of a stick. Hudibvas. Part i. Canto i. Line 11 We grant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it. Line 45. 1 In 1683, the year in which he died, Walton prefixed a preface to a work edited by him : " Thealma and Clearchus, a Pastoral History, in smooth and easy verse ; written long since by John Chalkhill Esq., an acquaintant and friend of Edmund Spenser." Chalkhill, — a name unappropriated, a verbal phantom, a shadow of a sbade. Chalkhill is no other than our old piscatory friend incognito. — Zouch : Life of Walton. * The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. Tate and Bkady : Psalm crxrii 0. * "Their dust" in Works edited by Dyce. M 210 BUTLER. Beside, 't is known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak ; 1 That Latin was no more difficile Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 51 He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and southwest side, i - ine 6Tt For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope. Line 81 . For all a rhetorician's rules Teach nothing but to name his tools Line so. A Babylonish dialect Which learned pedants much affect Line s& For he by geometric scale Could take the size of pots of ale. Line m. And wisely tell what hour o' the day The clock does strike, by algebra. Line 125. Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.* Line 232. Where entity and quiddity, The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly. time 145. He knew what 's what, 3 and that 's as high As metaphysic wit can fly. Line 149. Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished. 4 Line iei. ? T was Presbyterian true blue. Line 191, And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks. Line m- l He Greek and Latin speaks with greater ease Than hogs eat acorns, and tame pigeons peas. Cranfield -. Panegyric on Tom Coriate 2 See Shakespeare, page 50- 8 See Skelton, page 8. * See Bacon, page 170. BUTLER. 211 As if religion was intended For nothing else but to be mended. Hudibras. Part i Canto t. Line 205 Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. Line 215, The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. Line 359 For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. Line 4f>3 He ne'er consider'd it, as loth To look a gilt-horse in the mouth. 1 Line 490 And force them, though it was in spite Of Nature and their stars, to write. Line 647. Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat! 9 Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate." Line 821 Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.* Line 852. And hid the devil take the hin'most. 4 Canto a. Line 633 With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang. Line 831 Like feather bed betwixt a wall And heavy brunt of cannon ball. Line 872 Ay me ! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron ! 5 Cnntc tit. Line 1. Who thought he M won The field as certain as a gun. 6 / Ane 21 1 See Heywood page 11. 2 See Middleton, page 172. 8 See Fortescue, page 7. 4 Bid the Devil take the slowest. — Prior : On the Taking of Namur. Deil tak the hindmost. — Burns : To a Hagyis. 6 See Spenser, page 27. 6 Sure as a gun. — Dryden : The Spanish Friar, act Hi. sc 2, Csr Vantes : Don Quixote, part i. book Hi. chap. vii. 212 BUTLER. Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Home. Hudibras. Part i. Canto Hi. Line 263. I '11 make the fur Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur. Line 277. He had got a hurt 0' the inside, of a deadlier sort. Line 309. These reasons made his mouth to water. Line .379. While the honour thou hast got Is spick and span new. 1 Line 398. With mortal crisis doth portend My days to appropinque an end. Line 589. For those that run away and fly, Take place at least o' the enemy. Line 609. I am not now in fortune's power : He that is down can fall no lower.* Line 877. Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse And sayings of philosophers. Line ion. If he that in the field is slain Be in the bed of honour lain, He that is beaten may be said To lie in honour's truckle-bed. Line 1047. When pious frauds and holy shifts Are dispensations and gifts. Line 1145. Friend Ralph, thou hast Outrun the constable 8 at last. Line 1367 Some force whole regions, in despite 0' geography, to change their site ; Make former times shake hands with latter, And that which was before come after. 1 See Middleton, page 172. 2 He that is down needs fear no fall. — Bunyan : Pilgrim's Progress part ii. a Outrun the constable. — Ray : Proverbs, 1670. BUTLER. 213 But those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the other's sake ; For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think 's sufficient at one time. Eudibrcu. Part it. Canto i. Line 23. Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel 's of by th' blow ; Some kick'd until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather. /,i ne 221. No Indian prince has to his palace More followers than a thief to the gallows. Line 273. Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers Say fools for arguments use wagers. Line 297. Love in your hearts as idly burns As fire in antique Roman urns. 1 n ne 309 For what is worth in anytning But so much money as 't will bring ? Line 465. Love is a boy by poets sty I'd ; Then spare the rod and spoil the child. 2 Line 843. The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn. Canto U. Line 29 Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing. Line 79. For truth is precious and divine, — Too rich a pearl for carnal swine. Line 257. Why should not conscience have vacation Vs well as other courts o' th' nation ? Line 317 * Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. Cowpkr: Conversation, line 357. * See Skelton, page 8. 214 BUTLER. He that imposes an oath makes it, Not he that for convenience takes it; Then how can any man be said To break an oath he never made ? Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ti. Line 377 As the ancients Say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance, 1 And look before you ere you leap ; 2 For as you sow, ye are like to reap. 8 Line 50 j Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated as to cheat. 4 Canto m. Line x He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no. Line 261. Each window like a pill'ry appears, With heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears. Line 391 To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd. Line 923, There 's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war. Xe»e 957. But Hudibras gave him a twitch. As quick as lightning in the breech, Just in the place where honour 's lodg'd, As wise philosophers have judg'd ; Because a kick in that part more Hurts honour than deep wounds before. Line 2065 As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon 't. part in. Canto i. Line 481. 1 See Lyly, page 33. 2 See Heywood, page 9. 8 Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. — Galatians vi. 4 This couplet is enlarged on by Swift in his "Tale of a Tub," where he says that the happiness of life consists in being well deceived. BUTLER. 215 Still amorous and fond and billing, Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. Hudibras. Part Hi. Canto i. Line 687 What makes all doctrines plain and clear ? About two hundred pounds a year. And that which was prov'd true before Prove false again ? Two hundred more. Line 2277 'Cause grace and virtue are within Prohibited degrees of kin ; And therefore no true saint allows They shall be sulfer'd to espouse. Line 1203 Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick, Though he gave his name to our Old Nick. Line, 1313. With crosses, relics, crucifixes, Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes, — The tools of working our salvation By mere mechanic operation. Une 1495, True as the dial to the sun, 1 Although it be not shin'd upon. Canto U. Line 175 But still his tongue ran on, the less Of weight it bore, with greater ease. Line 443. For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that 's slain.* Canto Hi. Liu, 243. He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. Line 547. With books and money plac'd for show Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, And for his false opinion pay. Line 624 ' True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. Barton Booth : Song 3 \a\ who will hoast their courag • in the field, I find hut little safety from my shield. Nature's, not honour's, law we must ohey - This made me cast my useless shield away. 216 BUTLER. And poets by their sufferings grow, 1 — As if there were no more to do ; To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent. Fragments And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life, which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain ; But who can get another life again ? Akchilochus : Fragm. 6. (Quoted by Plu- tarch, Customs of the Lacedaemonians.) Sed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus ilium magis Graecum versi- culum secularis sententiae sibi adhibent, " Qui fugiebat, rursus prceliabitur : " ut et rursus forsitan fugiat (But overlooking the divine exhortations, they act rather upon that Greek verse of worldly significance, " He who flees will fight again," and that perhaps to betake himself again to flight). -— Ter- tullian : De Fuga in Persecute me, c. 10. The corresponding Greek, 'Avyp 6 (pevywv Kal iraXiv fiax^cerat, is as- cribed to Menander. See Fragments (appended to Aristophanes in Didot-'* Bib, Grceca,), p. 91. That same man that runnith awaie Maie again fight an other daie. Erasmus: Apothegms, 1542 (translated by Udall). Celuy qui fuit de bonne heure Peut combattre derechef (He who flies at the right time can fight again). Satyre Menippee (1594). Qui fuit peut revenir aussi ; Q*i meurt, il n'en est pas ainsi (He who flies can also return ; but it is not so with him who dies). Scarrun (1610-1660). He that fights and runs away May turn and fight another day ; But he that is in battle slain Will never rise to fight again. Ray : History of the Rebellion (1752), p. 48, For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again. Goldsmith : The Art of Poetry on a New Plan (1761), vol. ii. p. 147. 1 Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong ; They learn in suffering what they teach in song. Shelley : Julian and Maddalo- DAVENANT. — BROWNE. 217 SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. 1605-1668. The assembled souls of all that men held wise. Gondibert. Book it. Canto v. Stanza 37 Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not Safe to know. 1 The Just Italian. Act v. Sc. 1. For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake ; 2 For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke ; His hooke was such as heads the end of pole To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole ; The hook was baited with a dragon's tale, — And then on rock he stood to bob for whale. Britannia Triumphans. Page 16. 1637. SIR THOMAS BROWNE. 1605-1682. Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth. Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. vi. Rich with the spoils of Nature. 3 Sect. xiu. 1 From ignorance our comfort flows. — Prior: To the Bon. Charles Montague. Where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise. Gray : Eton College, Stanza 10. * For angling rod he took a sturdy oak ; For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke ; His hook was baited with a dragon's tail, — And then on rock he stood to bob for whale. From The Mock Romance, a rhapsody attached to The Loves of Hero and Leander, published in London in the years 1653 and 1677. Chambers's Book of Days, vol. i. p. 173. Daniel : Rural ^j>t>r(s, Supplement, p. 57. His angle-rod made of a sturdy oak; His line, a cable which in storms ne'er broke ; His hook he baited with a dragon's tail, — And sat upon a rock, and bobb'd for whale. William King (1663-1712) : Upon a Giant's Angling. (In Chalmers's " British Poets " ascribed to King./ • Rich with the spoils of time. — Gray : Elegy, stanza 13. BROWNE. Nature is the art of God. 1 Religio Medici. Part i. Sect, xvi The thousand doors that lead to death. 2 Sect. xliv. The heart of man is the place the Devil 's in : I feel sometimes a hell within myself. 3 Sect. H. There is no road or ready way to virtue. Sect. h. It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike. 4 Part ii. Sect. ii. There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instru- ment; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion ; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres. 5 Sect, ix Sleep is a death ; oh, make me try By sleeping what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave as now my bed ! Sect. xii. Ruat ccelum, fiat voluntas tua. 8 ibid. 1 The course of Nature is the art of God. — Young: Night Thoughts, night ix. line 1267. 2 See Massinger, page 194. 3 The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. Milton : Paradise Lost, book i. line 253. 4 The human features and countenance, although composed of but some ten parts or little more, are so fashioned that among so many thousands of men there are no two in existence who cannot be distinguished from one another. — Pliny : Natural History, bonk vii. chap. i. Of a thousand shavers, two do not shave so much alike as not to be distinguished. — Johnson (1777). There never were in the world two opinions alike, no more than two hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity. — Montaigne: Of the Resemblance of Children to their Fathers, book i. chap, xxxvii. 6 Oh, could you view the melody Of every grace And music of her face. Lovelace : Orpheus to Beasts. « See Herbert, page 204. BROWNE. — WALLER. 219 Times before you, when even living men were antiqui- ties, — when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could not be properly said to go unto the greater number. 1 Dedication to Urn-Burial. I look upon you as gem of the old rock. 2 ibid. Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave. Chap. v . Quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests. ibid. Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana ; he is almost lost that built it. 8 ibid. What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achillea assumed when he hid himself among women. ibid. When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose. Vulgar Errors. EDMUND WALLER, 1G05-1687. The yielding marble of her snowy breast. On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People, That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high. 4 To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing. 1 'T is long since Death had the majority. — Blair: The Grave, part ii. line 449. %1 Adamas de rupe prajstantissimus (A most excellent diamond from the rock ). A chip of the old block. — Prior : Life of Burke. 8 The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it. Cibber : Richard III. act Hi. Sc. 1. 4 So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, 220 WALLER. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that ? s good, and all that 's fair ; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. On a Girdle For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice. Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek. Of English Verse. Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath received our yoke. Upon the Death of the Lord Protector. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Go, Lovely Rose. How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair ! ibid. Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse. Panegyric on Cromwell. Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, " With our own feathers, not by others' hands. Are we now smitten." ^Eschylus : Fragm. 123 (Plumptre's Translation). So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. Byron : English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, line 826 Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart. Thomas Moore : Corruption, WALLER. — FULLER. 221 In such green palaces the first kings reign'd, Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd ; With such old counsellors they did advise, And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise. On St. James's Park, And keeps the palace of the soul. 1 of Tea. Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot. Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica. Could we forbear dispute and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. Divine Love. Canto id. The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets m new light through chinks that Time has made. 1 Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home : Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new. On tht Divine Poems. THOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661. Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. Lift of Monica. He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it. 8 Life of the Dukt of Alva. 1 The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. — Byron : Childe Harold, canto ii. stanza 6. « See Daniel, page 39. To vanish in the chinks that Time has made. — Rogers : Passtum. 8 A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-hody to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. Dryden : Absalom and Achitopliel, part i. line 15& 222 FULLER. She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, hy Constant obeying him. Holy and Profane State. The Good Wife. He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows. The Good Husband. One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience. The Good Advocate. A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery ; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion. 1 The True Church Antiquary. But our captain counts the image of God — neverthe- less his image — cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven. The Good Sea- Captain. To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the SOul. The Virtuous Lady. The lion is not so fierce as painted. 2 of Preferment. Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit ; sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room. Of Natural Fools. The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have for- gotten the names of their founders. of Tombs. Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost. of Books. They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter. Of Marriage. Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing. Fame. Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hatb built many Stories high. 3 Andronicus. Sect.vi. Par. 18, i 1 See Bacon, p. 166. 2 See Herbert, p. 205. 3 See Bacon, p. 170. MILTON. 223 JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. Of Man's first disobedience, and the truit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and fill our woe. Paradise Lost. Book i. Lint i Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God. j Ane jo. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Line 16. What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 n ne 22. As far as angels' ken. Ufa 59. Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. Une 62. Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all. L ; nt n5 What though the field be lost ? All is not lost ; th' unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield. n ne J05 . To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. ' limtiSf. And out of good still to find means of evil. Lnu m Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells : hail, horrors ! /j ne 049. 1 But vindicate the ways of God to man. — Pope : Essay on Man, epistle ». line 16. \ 224 MILTON. A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253, Here we may reign secure ; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. Line 261. Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. Line 275, His spear, to equal which f.he tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills tc be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marie. Line 29%. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch' d imbower. Line 302. Awake, arise, or be forever fallen ! Line 330 Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both. Line 423. Execute their airy purposes. Line 430 When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Line 509. Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. 2 Line 536 Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. Line 540. 1 See Book iv. line 75. 2 Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. line 6. Gray : The Bard, i. 2 MILTON. 225 Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of tiutes and soft recorders. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd. Lxnt 59i . In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. une 597. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. i me 619. Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. i Jllt 048. Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven ; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific. Line 679. Let none admire That riches grow in hell : that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. Um 690 Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. Line 710. From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, — A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star. Lin* 742. Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress. Lint 78i 15 226 MILTON. High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line I Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assur'd us. Line 39. The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. Line 44. Eather than be less, Car'd not to be at all. Line 47. My sentence is for open war. Line 51. That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat : descent and fall To us is adverse. Line 75. When the scourge Inexorable and the torturing honr Call us to penance. Line 90. Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. Line 105. But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, 1 to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. Line 112. Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair. 2 Line 139. 1 Aristophanes turns Socrates into ridicule ... as making the worse appear the better reason. — Diogenes Laertius: Socrates, v. ' l Our hope is loss, our hope but sad despair. — Shakespeare : Henry VI. part Hi. act ii. sc. 3. MILTON. t 227 For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night ? Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 146. His red right hand. 1 Line 174. Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd. Line jss. The never-ending flight Of future days. Line 221. Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. Line 274. With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air. j/, ne .wo. The palpable obscure. j; int 406. Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light Line 432. Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote. Line 476. The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape. Line 490. Oh, shame to men ! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. Line 496. 1 Rubente dextera. — Hokack : Ode i. 2, 2. 228 MILTON. In discourse more sweet ; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute ; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost. Paradise Lost. Boole ii. Line 555 Vain wisdom all and false philosophy. Li ne 665 Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. Line 568, A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk : the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd, At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, — extremes by change more fierce ; From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, Periods of time ; thence hurried back to fire. Line 592. O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Bocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. Line 620. Gorgons and Hydras and Chimaeras dire. Line 628. The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb ; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either, — black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand. Line 66& MILTON. 229 Whence and what art thou, execrable shape ? Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681. Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. Line 699. So spake the grisly Terror. Line 704. Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. Line 707. Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. Line 712. Hell Grew darker at their frown. Line 719, I fled, and cry'd out, Death ! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death ! Line 787. Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe. Line 803. Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd. Line 845. On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. Line 879. Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand ; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry. Line 894 Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave. Line 910. 230 MILTON. To compare Great things with Small. 1 Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921 O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. Line 948. With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. Line 995. So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. Une 1021 And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. Line 1051, Hail holy light ! offspring of heav'n first-born. Book Hi. Line 1. The rising world of waters dark and deep. Line 11 Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Line 37. Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me ; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. Line 40, Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Line 99. See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing. Line 337 1 Compare great things with smnll. — Virgil,: Eclogues, i. 24; Geor- gics, iv. 176. Cowley : The Motto. Dryden : Ovid. Metamorphose^ book i. line 727. Tickell : Poem on Hunting. Pope : Windsor Forest. MILTON. 2'31 Dark with excessive bright. Paradise Lost. Book Hi. Line 380. Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars, White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery. Line 474. Since calPd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. Une 495. And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems. L\ ne 686 _ The hell within him. Book iv. Line 20. Now conscience wakes despair That slumber' d, — wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. jj ne 23. At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads. 1 u ne 34 . A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd. n nt cs. Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep. Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. j/ ine 73t Such joy ambition finds. jj ne 92 Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. him or,. So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse ; all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good. Line 108. 1 Ye little stars! hide your diminished rays. — Pope: Moral Essays, epistle in. Une 282. 232 MILTON. That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch 'd with revenge. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 12i Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest. Line 16S And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. . Line 194. A heaven on earth. Line 208. Flowers worthy of paradise. Line 241 Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. 1 Line 256. Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower. Line 269 For contemplation he and valour form'd, For softness she and sweet attractive grace ; He for God only, she for God in him. His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd Absolute rule ; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad. Line 297, Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best received, — Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay. Line 307. Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Line 323. And with necessity, The tyrant's plea, 2 excus'd his devilish deeds. Line 393. 1 See Herri ck, page 203 2 Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves. — W11* Li am Pitt : Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783. MILTON. 233 As Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 499. Iinparadis'd in one another's arms. Line 506. Live while ye may, Yet happy pair. Line 533- Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompany'd ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires ; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Line 598. The timely dew of sleep. Line 614 With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change, — all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land Ik 1 spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful ev'ning mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : But neither breath of morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night 234 MILTON. With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 61& Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep Line 677. In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora. 1 Line 713t Eas'd the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear. jj ne 73Q. Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. ^ me 750t Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. Line 800. Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touch'd lightly ; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper. Line 810. Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng. Line 830. Abash'd the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely. Line 846. All hell broke loose. Line 918. Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved. Line 987. The starry cope Of heaven. Line 992. Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. Line 1014 Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd ; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred. Boole v. Line 1 1 When unadorned, adorned the most. — Thomson : Autumn, line 204. MILTON. 235 Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 13. My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight ! Line is. Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows. Line 71. These are thy glorious works, Parent of good ! Line 153. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn. Lin* 166. A wilderness of sweets. Line 294. Another morn Ris'n on mid-noon. Lint 310. So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. Line 331. Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. Line 449. The bright consummate flower. Line 481. Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers. Line 601. They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy. LlneC37. Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven. Line 658. Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. Line 667 Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. Line 745. So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found ; Among the faithless, faithful only he. Line 896 Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light. B Stern daughter of the Toice of God. — Wokdswokth : Ode tc Duty 240 MILTON. Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 414 Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness. /, twe 485 And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay 'd to strike, though oft invok'd. Line 491. So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap. une 535. Nor love thy life, nor hate ; but what thou liv'st Live well : how long or short permit to heaven. 1 Line 553. A bevy of fair women. jj ne 532. The brazen throat of war. Line 713. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. Book xii. Line 645. Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak miuds Led Captive. Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 220. Rocks whereon greatest men have of test wreck'd. Line 228. Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise. Book Hi. Line 5b. Elephants endors'd with towers. Line 329 Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle. Book iv. Line 70. Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd. Line 76. 1 Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes (Neither fear nor wish for youi test day). — Martial : lib. x. epigram 47, line 13. miltoj;. 241 The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day. 1 Paradise Regained Book iv. Line 220. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. Line 240. The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick- warbled notes the summer long. Line 244. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that tierce democratic, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. Line 207. Socrates . . . Whom well inspired the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men. Line 274. Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. Line 327 As children gathering pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can 1 find That solace ? Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. 0 dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day ! Samson Agoniste*. Line 89. The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Line 86 * The child is father of the man. — Wordsworth ; My Heart Leaps up 16 Line 330 Line 42C 242 MILTON. Kan on embattled armies clad in iron, And, weaponless himself, Made arms ridiculous. Samson A gonistes. Line 129 Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men ; Unless there be who think not God at all. Line 293. What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe ? Line 560. But who is this, what thing of sea or land, — Female of sex it seems, — That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of J a van or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger ? Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd. Line 1003. He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame ? Line 1350. For evil news rides post, while good news baits. Line 1538. And as an ev'ning dragon came, Assailant on the perched roosts And nests in order rang'd Of tame villatic fowl. Line 1692. Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, — nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble. Lint ml Line 710. MILTON. 243 Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth. Comm. Line s. That golden key That opes the palace of eternity. The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger. I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song, From old or modern bard, in hall or bower. Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'* d the sweet poison of misused wine. These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' wool. The star that bids the shepherd fold. Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity. Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th* Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep. When the gray -hooded Even, Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, Eose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain. Line 188. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. Line 205. 0 welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings ! Line 213 Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? i.hie 221 Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Line 244 Line 13. Line 38. Line 43. Line 46. Line 83. Lint- 03. Line 103 Line 138. 244 MILTON. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smil'd ! Comus. Line 249. Who, as they sung, would take the prison' d soul And lap it in Elysium. Line 256. Such sober certainty of waking bliss. Line 263. I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i' th' plighted clouds. Line 298. Tt were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them. Line 303. With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light. Line 340. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun. Line 373, The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. Line 398. 'T is chastity, my brother, chastity : She that has that is clad in complete steel. Lme 420 Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost MILTON. 245 That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. Comus. Line 432. So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape. Line 45y. How charming is divine philosophy ! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, 1 And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns. Lmm 476, And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale. Line 496. Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance. Line ^0 I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death. Line 560. That power Which erring men call Chance. Line 587. If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble. tine 597. The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil ; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon. Line 631 Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, And yet came off. Line 646 1 See Shakespeare, page 56 246 MILTON. This cordial julep here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds. Comus. Line 672. Budge doctors of the Stoic fur. une 707. And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. Line 727 It is for homely features to keep home, — They had their name thence ; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn ? Line 748. Swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Line 776. Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. Line 790 His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power. Line 816 Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. Line 859 But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run. Line 1012 Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her. Line 1022 I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Lycidas. Line 3 He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. Line 10. MILTON. 247 Without the meed of some melodious tear. Lycidas Under the opening eyelids of the morn. But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return ! The gadding vine. And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair. Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 1 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. Um 70. Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. Line 78 It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. Line 100. The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he l)ore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, ami smile no more. Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, 1 Erant quibus appeteutior famae videretur, quando etiam sapientibus cupido gloria; novissima exuitur (Some might consider him as too fond of fame, for the desire of glory clings even to the best of men longer than any other passion) [said of Helvidius Priscus]. — Tacitus : Hitfaria, ic. 6. Line 24 Line 26. Lint 37. Line 40 Lint (>fj. Lint 68. Line 109 Line 130. 248 MILTON. The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. Lycidas. Line 139 So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. Line 168. He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay. Line 188. To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. Line 193. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles, v Allegro. Line 25. Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe. Line 31. The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. Line 36. And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Line 67. Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes. Line 75. Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses. Line 85, To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade. Line 95. MILTON. 249 Theii to the spicy nut-brown ale. V Allegro. Line 100. Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men. Line 117. Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize. Line 121. Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. Line 12& And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, 1 Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out. Line 135. Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony. Line 143. The gay motes that people the sunbeams. // Penseroso. Line S. And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. Line 39. Forget thyself to marble. Line 42. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet. Line 45 And add to these retired Leisure. That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. Line 49 Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Line 61 1 Wisdom married to immortal verse. — Wordsworth: The Excursion, book vii. 250 MILTON. I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. // Pemeroso. Line 65 Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. Lint ry. Far from all resort of mirth Save the cricket on the hearth. Line si. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine. Lint 97. Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek. Line 105. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold. Line 109. Where more is meant than meets the ear. Line 120. When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute drops from off the eaves. Line 12s. Hide me from day's garish eye. Line uu And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. Line 159. Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. Line 173. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. Arcades. Line 68. Under the shady roof 9£ branching elm star-proof. i»«e s*. MILTON. 251 0 fairest flower ! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly. Ode on the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough Such as may make thee search the coffers round. At a Vacation Exercise. Line 31. No war or battle's sound Was heard the world around. Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 53 Time will run back and fetch the age of gold. Line 135. Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail. Line 172 The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. Line 173. From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent. Liru 1S4. Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim. Line i»7 What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones, — The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame. What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Epitaph on Shakespeare And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. /bid Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day. 1 Sonnet to the Xifihtingale 1 See Chaucer, paere 6- 252 MILTON. As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye. On his being arrived to the Age of Twenty-three. The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground. When the Assault was intended to the City. That old man eloquent. To the Lady Margaret Ley. That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises. License they mean when they cry, Liberty ! For who loves that must first be wise and good. md. Peace hath her victories No less reilOWn'd than war. To the Lord General Cromwell Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones. On the late Massacre in Piedmont. Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait. On his Blindness. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste ? To Mr. Lawrence. In mirth that after no repenting draws. Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner. For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains. Bid. Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. Sonnet xxii. ibid. Of which all Europe rings from side to side. jbid. But oh ! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. On his Deceased Wife. MILTON. 253 Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the Stern god of sea. Translation of Horace. Book L Ode 5. For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bet- tered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted Plagiare. Iconoclastes, xxiii Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any Outward touch as the Sunbeam. 1 Doctrine, and Discipline of Divorce A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, witb his garland and singing robes about him. The Reason of Church Government. Introduction, Book ii By labour and intent study (which I take to be m\ portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written te after times as they should not willingly let it die. ibid Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the qui* ', and still air of delightful studies. iUa He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be i< true poem. Apology for Smectij His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. ibid. Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees. Tractate of Educat'u'K- I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of. what we should not do, but straight conduct ye to a hill side, where I will point ye out the right path of a vir- tuous and noble education ; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds on every side that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming. ibid 1 See Bacon, page 1H9 254 MILTON. Enflamed with, the study of learning and the admi. ration of virtue ; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages. Tractate of Education. Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato. . . . To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less suttle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and passionate. iud. In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. iud. Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument. Ibid. As good almost kill a man as kill a good book : who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself. Areopagitica* A good book is the precious life-blood of a master- spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. ibid. Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books. Ibid. I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unex- ercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. jud. Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers ? jud. Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant na- tion rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as MILTON. — CLARENDON. 255 an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam. Areopayitirn, Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do in- gloriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple : who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter ? 1 ibid. Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law. Tetnchordon. By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, represent- ing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes. The History of England. Book i. Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air ? Book tV. EDWARD HYDE CLAEEXDOX. 160&-1674 He [Hampden] had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute any mischief. 2 History of the Rebellion. VoL Hi. Bo,ik vii. § 64. 1 Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to combat it. — Jefferson : Inaugural Addreu. 2 In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to con- trive, and a hand to execute. Gibhon : Decline antl Fallot' thi Roman Empire, chap, xlviii. Heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. - From Junius, letter xxxvii. Feb. 14. 1770. 256 SUCKLING. SIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1609-1641. Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, 1 As if they feared the light ; But oh, she dances such a way ! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight. Ballad upon a Wedding Ler lips were red, and one was thin ; Compared with that was next her chin, — Some bee had stung it newly. fbi^ Why so pale and wan, fond lover ? Prithee, why so pale ? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail ? Prithee, why so pale ? Sony. 'T is expectation makes a blessing dear ; Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were. Against Fruition. She is pretty to walk with- And witty t talk with, And pleasant, too, to think On. Brennoralt. Ate U. Her face is like the milky — none Go just alike, yet each believes his own. Pope : Essay on Criticism, part i, line 9. h See Shakespeare, page 147. SUCKLING. — MONTROSE. — DENHAM. 257 Nick Of time. The Goblins " High characters," cries one, and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be. 1 The Goblins. Epilogue MARQUIS OF MOXTROSE. 1612-1650. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not* put it to the touch To gain Or lose it all. 2 My Dear and only Love I '11 make thee glorious by my pen, And famous by my sword. 3 ibid. SIR JOHX DEXHAM. 1615-1668. Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold ; His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, Search not his bottom, but survey his shore. Cooper's mil. Line 16b Oh, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme ! Though deep, yet clear ; though gentle, yet not dull ; Strong without rage ; without o'erflowing, full. Line 189. 1 Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. PorE : Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 53. There's no such filing in Nature, and you'll draw A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw. Sheffield : Essay on Poetry. 2 That puts it not unto the touch To win or lose it all. NafixB : Montrose and the Covenanters, vol. u". p. 566. • I '11 make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword. Scott : Legend of Montrose, ch ymph saw the god, and blushed). — E/nqrammationc Sacra. Aqua in vinum versa, p. 299. CRASHAVV. — LOVELACE. 259 Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. Wishes to his Supposed Mistress. A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day. In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health, The modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can, — " Here lies a truly honest man ! " Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658. Oh, could you view the melody Of every grace And music of her face, 1 You 'd drop a tear ; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear. Orpheus to Beasts. I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not honour more. To Lucasta, on going to tie Wars. vVhen flowing cups pass swiftly rouixl With no allaying Thames. 1 To Althea from Prison, ii. Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty. ibid. 1 See Browne, page 218. The mind, the music breathing from her face. — Btron : Bride of Aby dot, canto i. stanza 6. * See Shakespeare, page 103. 260 LOVELACE. — COWLEY. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage ; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty. To Altheafrom Prison, in 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 { 4ife, I 'm sure, was in the right. 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 ? ibid. 1 For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, £ie cau't be wrong whose life is in the right. Pope : Essay on Man, epilogue Hi. line 303. COWLEY. 261 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, vh. 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. 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. Line 41 A.n harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care. 2 Book ii. Line 96. 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. ibid. vii. The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wisest books. The Garden, t. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. 8 Ibid. ii. 1 One of otir poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now. — SOUTBET : The Doctor, chap. xxv. p. 1. 2 Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. GRAY: The Bard, i. Z 8 See Bacon, page 167. 262 COWLEY. — VENNING. — MAKVELL. 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. 1 Virgil, Georgics. Book ii. Line 72. Words that weep and tears that speak. 2 The Pn^het. 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. 3 Discourse xi. Of Myself. St. xi. RALPH VENNING. 1620(?)-1673. All the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep. 4 Orthodoxe Paradoxes. (Third edition, 1650.) The Triumph of Assurance, p. 41. They spare the rod, and spoyle the child. 5 Mysteries and Revelations, p. 5. (1649.) ANDREW MARVELL. 1620-1678. Orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night. Bermudas. And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time. ibid. 1 Ravish'd with the whistling of a name. — Pope; Essay on Mm, episih iv. line 281. 2 Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. — Gray : Progress of Poesy, iii. 3, 4. 3 For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, anJ ev'n the past enjoy. Pope : Imitation of Martial. 4 Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep. — Henry : Commentaries. Genesis iii. 5 See Skelton, pa^e 8- v MARVELL. — HENSHAW. — VAUGHAN. 268 In busy companies of men. The Garden. (Translated.) Annihilating all that 's made To a green thought in a green shade. 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. jbid. So much one man can do, That does both act and know. jbid. To make a bank was a great plot of state $ Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate. The Character of Holland. JOSEPH HENSHAW. 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. lf3jy 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, — 1 Bishop of Peterborough, 1663. 264 VAUGHAN. — SIDNEY. My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays. They are ah 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 ! 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. Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb ; Keep clean, bear fruit, earn life, and watch Till the white-wing'd reapers come ! The Seed growing secretly. ALGERNON SIDNEY. 1622-1683. Manus haec inimica tyrannis Ense petit placidam sub' libertate quietem. 1 From the Life and Memoirs of Algernon Sidney Liars ought to have good memories. 2 Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xv. Men lived like fishes; the great ones devoured the Small. 8 Sect, xviii. 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 some- thing ; and that you. did scribere in albo these words." It is said that the first line is to be found in a patent granted in 1616 b} r Camden (Claren^ieux) — Notes and Queries, March 10, 1866. 2 He who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying. — Montaigne: Book i. chap. ix. Of Liars. 8 See Shakespeare, Qage 161. SIDNEY. — WALKER. — BUNYAN. 265 God helps those who help themselves. 1 Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect, zxiii. It is not necessary to light a candle to the sun.' 2 ibid. WILLIAM WALKER. 1623-1684. Learn to read slow : all other graces Will follow in their proper places. 8 The Art of Reading, 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." Ibid The name of the slough was Despond. Parti Every fat must stand upon his bottom. 4 ibid. Dark as pitch. 6 ibid. It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is kept is lighter than vanity. ibid. 1 See Herbert, page 206. Heaven ne'er helps the men who will not act. — Sophocles : Frag- ment 288 (Plumptre's Translation). Help thyself, Heaven will help thee. — La Fontaine: Booh vi fable 18 2 Like his that lights a candle to the sun. — Im.etciiek : Letter to Sir Walter Aston. And hold their farthing candle to the sun. — Young: Satire vii. line 56. 8 Take time enough ; all other gran !S Will soon fill up their proper places. BtROM : Advice to preach slow. 4 Every tub must stand upon its bottom. — Mackun : The Man of the World, act i. sc. 2. 5 Ray : Proverbs. Gay : The Shepherd's Week. Wednesday. 266 BUN YAN. — TEMPLE. — TILLOTSON. — STOUGHTON. The palace Beautiful. Pilgrim's Progress. Part i. They came to the Delectable Mountains. ma. Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache. The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim, He that is down needs fear no fall. 1 Part a. SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE. 1628-1699. Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed. Ancient and Modem 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. 2 WILLIAM STOUGHTON. 1631-1701. God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness. 8 Election Sermon at Boston, April 29, 1669. 1 See Butler, page 212. 2 If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him. — Voltaire: A VAuteur die Livre des trois Tmposieurs, epitre cxl. 3 God had sifted three kinorinms to find the wheat for this planting. - Longfellow: Courtship of Miles Standish, iv. DRYDEN. 267 JOHN DRYDEN. 1631-1701. Above any Greek or Roman name. 1 Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Line 76 And threatening 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. 2 A daring pilot in extremity ; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms. Line 156. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, , And thin partitions do their bounds divide. 8 Line 163. And all to leave what with his toil he won To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son. Line 169. Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state. Line 174. And heaven had wanted one immortal song. Line 297. But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land. 4 Line 198. 1 Above all Greek, above all Roman fame. — PorK : epistit i. book ii. >inc 26. 2 See Fuller, page 221. 8 No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness. — Akimotle : Problem, sect. 30. Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementia? (Tbere is no great genius without a tincture of madness). — Seneca : De TranquilUtate Animi, 15. What thin partitions sense from thought divide ! — Pope : Essay on Man, epistle i. line 226. 4 Greatnesse on Goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for Fortune's ice, Vertue's fenne land. Knolles : History (under a portrait of Mustapha I.). 268 DRYDEN. The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream ! 1 Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 238. Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise. 2 Line 268. Than a successive title long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark. Line 301. Not only hating David, but the king. Line 512. Who think too little, and who talk too much. 3 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. 4 Line 545. So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil. Line 557. His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. 5 Line 646 Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. Line 868. 1 Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. ->*. Joel ii. 28. 2 Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. Young : Night Thoughts, night v. line 661. 8 They always talk who never think. — Prior : Upon a Passage in the Scaligerana. 4 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 Hi. line 76. 5 A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman. — Julius Hare : Guesses at Truth. A Christian is the highest style of man. — Young: Night Thoughts t night iv. line 788 DRYDEN. 269 Beware the fury of a patient man. 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/ Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in. Part it. Line 413. For every inch that is not fool is rogue. Line 462 Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they to'ok ; 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. 8 The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 33. And kind as kings upon their coronation day. Line 271. For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind. 4 Part Hi. 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. 6 Britannia liediviva. Line 1. 1 Furor fit laesa saepius patientia (An over-taxed patience gives way to fierce anger. — Publius SYRUS : Maxim 289. 2 See Spenser, page 28. 8 Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen. POFB: Essay on Man, epistle it. line 217. 4 Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat (Whom God wishes to destroy he first deprives of reason y. The author of this saying is unknown. Barnes erroneously ascribes it to Euripides. 6 And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray. — Goldsmith: The Deserted Village, line 180. 270 BRYDEN. And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. Britannia Rtdiviva. Line 208. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace. Epistle io Congreve. Line 19. Be kind to my remains ; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend ! 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 Dry-den of Chesterton. Line 92. Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15 So softry death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. Eltonrra. Lint 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 ! Line 56. Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. 1 Line 70. He was exhal'd ; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. 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. 1 Of manners gentle, of affections mild, In wit a man, simplicity a child. Pope : Epitaph on Gay. 2 Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkPd, was exhal'd, and went to heaven. Xouxa : Night Thoughts, night v lint COG DRYDEN 271 The force of Nature could no further go , To make a third, she join'd the former two. 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 Bay. 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. Line 3? Bacchus, ever fair an^ ever young. Une 54 Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, — Sweet is pleasure after pain. Xine 58. Sooth'd with the sound, ih? king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew thc- slain. Lint 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. Lint 77 1 Graecia M.neonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem, Anglia Milton um jactat utrique parem (Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virpil claim ; England can either match in Milton's fame). Selvaggi : Ad Joannem Miltonunu 272 DRYDEN. For pity melts the mind to love. 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. Line 97 Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again. Lint 120. And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. Line 154. Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. Line 160. He rais'd a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. Line 169 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. 2 Palamon and Arcite. Booh 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 See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. 9 This proverb Dryden repeats in Amphitryon, act i. sc. 2. S^e Shakespeare, page 106. DEYDEN. 273 When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind ! Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 41. He trudg'd along unkno wing what he sought. And whistled as he went, for want of thought. Line 84. The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. Line 107. Love taught him shame ; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. Line 133. She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence : Sex to the last. 1 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. Line 400. Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk, — the business of the day. Line 407. Happy who in his verse can gently steer From grave to light, from pleasant to severe. 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. 8 Imitation of Horace. Book Hi. Ode 29, Line 65 l And love the offender, yet detest the offence. — Pope: F.loisa to Abtlard^ rine 192. 2 Heurenx qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix legere, Passer du grave au doux, du pluisant au severe. Boileau : L' Art Poctioue, chant 1*. Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. Pope : Essay on Man, epistle io. line 379 * Serenely full, the epicure would say, Fate cannot harm me ; I have dined to-day. Sydney Smith : Recipe for Salad. 18 274 DRYDEN. Not heaven itself upon the past has power ; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Imitation of Horace. Book Hi. 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. Line 8i. And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. Line 87. Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate. Virgil, jEneid. Line 1. And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare. 1 Ovid, Metamorphoses, Booh viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97. Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, — As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. Book xv. The Worship of jEsculapius, Line 155. She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair. 2 Persius. Satire v. Line 246. Look round the habitable world : how few J&now 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. 3 Maria ge a la Mode. Act ii. Sc. J, Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba. 1 Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted or rare, on the Tues- days. — Charles Lamb : Christ's Hospital fve-and-thirty Years Ago. 2 See Burton, page 191. * See Davies, page 176. DRYDEN. 275 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. Act iv. Sc. 1. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me. 1 The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc 2. Burn daylight. Act a. Sc. i. I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.' 2 Act Hi. 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. / Forgiveness to the injured does belong ; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. 8 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 ? Act Hi. Sc. 2. Eame then was cheap, and the first comer sped ; And they have kept it since by being dead. Epilogs. 1 See Burton, page 193. 2 Fat, fair, and forty. — Scott : St. Ronan's Well, chap. vii. Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 181fi, writes: "Lord is going to marry Lady , a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing resident of the Crescent." 8 Quos laeserunt et oderunt (Whom they have injured they also hate). — Seneca : De Ira, lib. ii. cap. 33. Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quern Ltseris (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 DRYDEN. 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 ; 1 And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. ibid. 'T is not for nothing that we life pursue ; It pays our hopes with something still that 's new. jbid All delays are dangerous in war. Tyrannic Love. Acti.Sc.i Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Act iv. Sc. i Whatever is, is in its causes just. 2 (Edipus. Act Hi. Sc. 1. His hair just grizzled, As in a green old age. 3 ibid. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But feVi 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. Act iv. Sc. i. She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age. ibid. 1 There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius — Macaulay : History oj England, chap, xviii. 2 Whatever is, is right. — Pope : Essay on Man, epistle i. line 289. 3 A green old age unconscious of decay. — Pope : The Iliad, book xxiii line 929. DRYDEN. 277 There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know. 1 The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. J. Lord of humankind. 2 ibid Bless the hand that gave the blow. 3 ibid. Second thoughts, they say, are best. 4 Acta. Sc. 2. He 's a sure card. ibid. As sure as a gun. 3 Act Hi. Sc. 2 Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. Act v. Sc. 2. This is the porcelain clay of humankind. 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. 7 ibid. A knock-down argument : 't is but a word and a blow. Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1. Whistling to keep myself from being afraid. 8 Act Hi. Sc. 1. The true Amphitryon. 9 Act iv. Sc 1. The Spectacles Of books. Essay on Dramatic Poetry 1 There is a pleasure in poetic pains. Which only poets know. C6wPF*t : The Timepiece, line 285. 2 Lords of humankind. — Goldsmith : The Traveller, line 327. * Adore the hand that gives the blow. — I'omkket: Verse* to his Fr'u mi 4 Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest. — Euripides : ffij>/><>- lytus, 438. 6 See Butler, page 211. 6 The precious porcelain of human clay. — Bykon : Don Juan, cant<> to. stanza 11. 7 Give ample room and verge enough. — Gray : The Bard, ii. 1. 8 Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. — Blair : The Grave, tine 58. 9 Le veritable Amphitryon Est 1'Amphitryon oil Ton dine (The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine). Molikrk : Amphitryon, act Hi. sc. 5. 278 liOSCOMMON. — KEN. — POWELL. — NEWTON. EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633-1684. 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. Line 96. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. Line m. The multitude is always in the wrong. Line is*. My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me at my end. Translation of Dies Ira. 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. 1 Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Lord Raymond, 911. 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 ordi- nary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap, xxvii. 1 See Coke, page 24. 2 See Milton, page 241. ROCHESTER. — SHEFFIELD. 279 EAKL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680. Angels listen when she speaks : She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder ; Bnt my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. Sonq. Here lies our sovereign lord the king, Whose word no man relies on j He never says a foolish thing, Nor ever does a wise one. Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles 1 i. 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. 1 An allusion to Horace, Satire x. Book \ A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. On the Kin. Hearkners, we say, seldom hear good of themselves. Ecclesiastes vii. It was a common saying among the Puritans, "Brown bread and the Gospel is good fare." Isaiah xxx. Blushing is the colour of virtue. 5 Jeremiah Hi. It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church. 1 Vli, None so blind as those that will not see. xx. Not lost, but gone before. 8 Matthew it. 1 Nature say9 best ; and she says, Roar ! — Edgewokth ; Ormond, chap. v. (King Corny in a paroxysm of gout.) 2 I consider biennial elections as a security that the sober second thought of the people shall be law. — Fisiikr Ames : On Biennial Elections, 1788. 8 See Hey wood, page 19. 4 Bread is the staff of life. — Swift : Tale of a Tub. Come, which is the staffe of life. — Winslow : Good N ewes from Xeio England, p. 47. (London, 1024.) The stay and the staff, the whole staff of bread. — Isniah in. 1. 6 Diogenes once saw a youth blushing, and said: "Courage, my boy ! that is the complexion of virtue." — Diogenes Laektius : Diogenes, vi. 6 See Heywood, page 12. 7 There is none so blind a? they that won't see. — Swift : Polite Con- versation, dialogue Hi. 8 Literally from Seneca, Epistola IxiU. 16. Not dead, but gone before. — Rogers : Human Life 284 HENRY. — BENTLEY. Those that are above business. Commentaries. Matthtw xx. Better late than never. xxi. Saying and doing are two things. ibid. Judas had given them the slip. X xii. After a storm comes a calm. Acts ix. Men of polite learning and a liberal education. x . It is good news, worthy of all acceptation ; and yet not too good to be true. 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. 2 Hi. RICHAKD BENTLEY. 1662-1742. It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of reputation but by himself. Monk's Life of Bentley. 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. 8 Declaration of Riyhts. The fortuitous or casual concourse of atoms. 4 Sermons, vii. Works, Vol. hi. p. 147 (1692). 1 See Heywood page 13. 2 See Appendix, page 859. 3 See Dryden, page 276. 4 That fortuitous concourse of atoms. — Review of Sir Robert PetVs Ad- dress. 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 after- wards by Lord John Russell. — Croker Papers, vol. it. p. 54. CAREY. 285 HENRY CAREY. 1663-1743. God save our gracious king ! Long live our noble king ! God save the king ! God save the King. Aldeborontiphoscophornio ! Where left you Chrononhotonthologos ? Chrononhutontholayos. Act i. Sc. 1. His cogitative faculties immersed In cogibundity of cogitation. Let the singing singers With vocal voices, most vociferous, In sweet vociferation out-vociferize Even sound itself. /bid. To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos, Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded. 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 ! " 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 Wnntlty. Act ii. Sc. 1. Of all the girls that are so smart, There 's none like pretty Sally. 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. ibid. 1 Of all the girls that e'er was seen, There 's none so fine as Nelly. Swift : Ballad on Sfist Nelly Btnnet. 286 DEFOE. — BROWN. DANIEL DEFOE. 1863-1731. Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there ; 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. Ibid. 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. 2 To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and rill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back. 3 Laconics. 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 1 See Burton, page 192. 2 A slightly different version is found in Brown's Works collected and published after his death : — Non amo te, S^bidi, nec possum dicere quare ; Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te (I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can 1 say why ; this only I can say, I to not iove 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.) 3 Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt. — Sorbienne (1610- 1670). Goi-dsmith : The, Haunch of Venison. BROWN. — PRIOR. 287 ycADt irregular appetites, you must expect to receive your reward in a certain place which, 't is not good manners to mention here." 1 Laconics, MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721. All jargon of the schools. 2 / am that I am. An Ode. Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim At objects in an airy height ; Che little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight. 8 To the Hon. Charles Montague. From ignorance our comfort flows. The only wretched are the wise. 4 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 Carvec. The end must justify the means. ibid. 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. 5 Upon a passage in the Scaligerana. That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees, and beautifully less. 6 Henry and Emma. 5 Who never mentions hell to ears polite. — Pope: Moral Essays, epistle iv. line 149. 2 Noisy jargon of the schools. — Pomfret: Reason. The sounding jargon of the schools. — Cowpek: Truth, line 367. 8 But all the pleasure of the game Is afar off to view the flight. Variations in a copy dated 1692. * See Davenant, page 217. 5 See Jonson, page 180. Also Dryden, page 268. « Fine by defect, and delicately weak. — Pope : Moral Essays, epistle it line 43. 288 PRIOR. ' Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, And often took leave, but was loth to depart. 1 The Thief and the Cordelia 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 ? 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. Charity His noble negligences teach What others' toils despair to reach. A\^.a. Canto a. Linn 7. Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, And oft repeating, they believe 'em. Canto Hi. Line lis, Abra was ready ere I called her name ; And though I called another, Abra came. Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Booh ii, Line 364 For hope is but the dream of those that wake. 3 Booh Hi. Line i02. 1 As men that be lothe to departe do often take their leff . [John Clerk to Wolsey.] — Ellis: Letters, third series, vol. i. n. 262. "A loth to depart" was the common term for a song, or a tunc 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. Beau- mont and Fletcher: Wit at Several Weapons, act ii. sc. 2. 2 The following epitaph was written long before the time of Prior : Johnnie Carnegie lais heer. Descendit of Adam and Eve, Gif ony con gang hieher, ise willing give him leve. s 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 Stobaeus (Serm. cix.) ascribes it to Pindar, while iElian ( Var. Hist. xiii. 29) refers it to Plato. Et spes inanes, et velut somnia quaedam, vigilantium (Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake). — Quintilian : vi. 2, 27. PRIOR. — POMFRET. — SWIFT. 289 Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn ; A.nd he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born. Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book Hi. Line 240 A Rechabite poor Will must live, And drink of Adam's ale. 1 The Wandering Pilgrim JOHN POMFRET. 1667-1703. We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, And still adore the hand that gives the blow. 2 Verses to his Friend under Affliction, Heaven is not always angry when he strikes, But most chastises those whom most he likes. ibid JONATHAN SWIFT. 16G7-1745. I 've often wish'd that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year ; A handsome house to lodge a friend j 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. Boole 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. 8 Poetry, a Rhapsody. 1 A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream. — Tom Browm : Works, vol. tw p. 11. 2 See Dryden, page 277. 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 beast* and unapj roachable bogs. — Plutarch S Theseus. 19 290 SWIFT. 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. ibid So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey ; And these have smaller still to bite 'em ; And so proceed ad infinitum} ibid. Libertas et natale solum : Fine words ! I wonder where you stole 'ein. Verses occasioned by Whitshed's Motto on his Coach. A college joke to Cure the dumps. Cassinusand 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. 2 My Lady's Lamentation. Big-endians and small-endians. 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. Part id. Chap. vii. Voyage to Brobdingnag. 1 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, 2 Rowland: Knave of Hearts (1612). Ray: Proverbs. Tom Brown: Amusement, viii. 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. SWIFT. 291 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 .-aw inclement summers. Gulliver's Travels. Part in. 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. 1 Preface- Bread is the staff of life. 2 Books, the children of the brain. Sect. i. As boys do sparrows, with flinging salt upon their tails. 8 Sect. vii. He made it a part of his religion never to say grace to his meat. sect. xi. HOW We apples Swim ! 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. ibid. A nice man is a man of nasty ideas. ibid. 1 In Sebastian Minister's "Cosmography" there is a cut of a ship to which a whale was coming too close for her safety, and of the sailors throw- ing a tub to the whale, evidently to play with. This practice is aNo men- tioned in an old prose translation of the "Ship of Fools." — Sir Jamks Mackintosh : Appendix to the Life of Sir Thomas More. 2 See Mathew Henry, page 283. 3 Till they be bobbed on the tails after the manner of sparrows. — Rabe- lais : booh ii. chap. xiv. 4 Ray : Proverbs. Mallkt: Tyburn. 292 SWIFT. 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. 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. ibid. 'T is as cheap sitting as standing. ibid. I hate nobody : I am in charity with the world. ibid. I won't quarrel with my bread and butter. ibid. She 's no chicken ; she ? s on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day. ibid. She looks as if butter wou'dn't melt in her mouth. 2 Ibid. If it had been a bear it would have bit you. ibid. She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork. I mean you lie — under a mistake. 3 ibid. Lord M. What religion is he of ? Lord Sp. Why, he is an Anythingarian. ibid. He was a bold man that first eat an oyster. Dialogue U. That is as well said as if I had said it myself. ibid. You must take the will for the deed. 4 ibid. 1 See Heywood, page 16. 2 See Heywood, page 13. 3 You lie — under a mistake. — Shixley: Magico Prodigioso, scene 1 {a translation of Calderon). 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. — Cibbek : The Rival Fools, act in. SWIFT. 293 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. ibid. Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing. ibid. They say a carpenter 's known by his chips. ibid. The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman. 1 ibid. 1 '11 give you leave to call me anything, if you don't call me " spade." ibid. May you live all the days of your life. ibid. I have fed like a farmer: I shall grow as fat as a porpoise. ibid. 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. ibid. I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs. ibid. I thought you and he were hand-in-glove. ibid. 'T is happy for him that his father was before hi in. Dial or/ ue Hi. There is none so blind as they that won't see. 2 /bid. She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse. ibid. She pays him in his own coin. ibid. There was all the world and his wife. ibid. 1 Use three physicians Still : first, Dr. Quiet; Next. Dr. Merryman, And Dr. Dyet. Regimen Sanitatis Salervitanum (edition 1(507) 2 See Mathew Henry, page 283. 294 SWIFT. — CONGREVE. Sharp 's the word with her. Polite Conversation. Dialogue Hi There 's two words to that bargain. I shall be like that tree, — I shall die at the top. ScoWs Life of Swift A WILLIAM CONGEEYE. 1670-1729. 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. /j^ Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. 2 Act Hi. Sc. 8. For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. 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 Hi. 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 cellar. 3 Sc. 7 1 When the poem of" Cadenus and Vanessa" was the general topic of conversation, some one said, " Surely that Vanessa must be an extraordi- nary 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 broom- stick" — Johnson : Life of Swift. 2 We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman. — Cibber: Love's Last Shift, act iv. * 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. CONGREVE. — GARTH. — CIBBER. 295 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. 1 Act v. Sc. l. Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise- 2 Letter to Cobham, SAMUEL GARTH. 3 1070-1719. 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 Hi. Line 225. I see the right, and I approve it too, Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue. 4 Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20 (translated by Tate and Stonestreet, edited by Garth). For all their luxury was doing good. 5 ciaremont. Line 149. 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 111. {altered). Act ii. Sc. 1. Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on. Act Hi. Sc. i. 1 See Shakespeare, page 72. 2 Be wise to-day, 'tis madness to defer. — Young : Night Thoughts, night i. line 390. 8 Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy ; Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I. Christoimikk Oodrington: Lines addressed to Garth on his Dispensary. 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. 5 And learn the luxury of doing good. — Goldsmith : The Traveller^ line 22. Crabbe : Tales of the Hall, book Hi. Graves : The Epicure. 296 CIBBER. The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it. 1 Richard 111. {altered). Act Hi. Sc. 2 1 We lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes. Kow 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. Act, iv. Sc. 3. Off with his head ! so much for Buckingham ! /bid. And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour. Act v. Sc. 3. With clink of hammers closing rivets up. 2 ibid. 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. ibid. A weak invention of the enemy. 3 ibid. As good be out of the world as out of the fashion. Love's Last Shift. Act it. We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman, — scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang. 4 Activ. 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. Act v This business will never hold water. She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not. Act iv 1 See Sir Thomas Browne, page 219. 8 See Shakespeare, page 98- 2 See Shakespeare, page 92. 4 See Congreve, page 294. CIBBER. — STEELE. — ADDISON. 297 Losers must have leave to speak. The Rival Fools. Act l Stolen sweets are best. j&y The will for the deed. 1 ^ ct m Within one of her. 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. 2 SIR RICHARD STEELE. 1671-1729. 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. 3, Tatler. Xo. 49. Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the Outrageously virtuOUS. Spectator. No. 266. 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 t. Sc. i Thy steady temper, Fortius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy. //,;,/. 'T is not in mortals to command success, But we '11 do more, Sempronius, — we '11 deserve it. Sc. 2. Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury. Sc. 4. 1 See Swift, page 292. 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. s Lady Elizaheth Hastings. 298 ADDISON. 'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul ; I think the Romans call it stoicism. cato. Act i. Sc. * Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north. ibid. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex. ibid. My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? Act ii. Sc. 1, Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us ! ibid. A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. ibid The woman that deliberates is lost. Act iv. Sc. i. Curse all his virtues ! they We undone his country. Sc. 4 What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country ! iud. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station. 1 ibid 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, 1 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. ADDISON. 299 iVnd intimates eternity to man. Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Goto. 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, 1 Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man. Act v. Sc. 4 From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow. md 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. 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. 8 n„ e 291. 1 Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flour- ishing in an immortal youth. — Isaac Barhow (1630-1G77) : Duty oj Thanksgiving, Works, vol. i. p. 66. 2 Malone states that this was the first time the phrase "classic ground," since so common, was ever used. 8 This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the " Dunciad." took iii. liDe 264. 300 ADDISON. And those that paint them truest praise them most.* The Campaign. Last The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. odt 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. ibid. For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine. ibid. 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 Hi. Booh Hi 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. 2 Spectator. No. 68. Much may be said on both sides. 3 jvb. 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. jVo. 444, Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes. Prologue to The Drummer. 1 He best can paint them who shall feel them most. — Pope : Eloisa to Abelard, last line. 2 A translation of Martial, xii. 47, who imitated Ovid, Amores iii. 11, 39. 3 Much may be said on both sides. — Fielding: The Covent Garden Tragedy, act i. sc. 8. ROWE. — WATTS. 301 NICHOLAS EOWE. 1673-1718. As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great. 1 The Fair Penitent. Prologue. At length the morn and cold indifference came. 2 Act i. Sc. 1 Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love ? Act Hi. Sc. l. Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario ? Act v. Sc. i 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. Songxii And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two. 8 Songxv. Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so ; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 't is their nature too. Song xvi. 2 None think the great unhappy, but the great. — Young : The Love oj Fame, satire 1, line 238. 2 But with the morning cool reflection came. — Scott: Chronicles of the Canonqate, 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> j and with "repentance" for "reflection" in "Rob Roy," chap. xii. 8 See Herbert, page 205. 302 WATTS. 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. How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower ! For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play. I have been there, and still would go ; 'T is like a little heaven below. Song xvii. Song xx. Ibid. Ibid. 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 Eedeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. p sa lm cxrii Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i, Hymn 79, V.'ATTS, And while the lamn holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. Hymns and Spiritual Sonys Strange that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long ! Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound. The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours. When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I '11 bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 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. 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. 1 Horaz Lyrical. 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. Domhgfr 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 Abstraol). chap. i. It is the mind that makes the maa, and our vigour is in our iinmorta soul. — Ovid : Metamorphoses, xiii. . Book L Hymn 88 Bonk ii. Hymn 19. Hymn 63. Ibid Hymn 65- Hymn 66 304 WALPOLE. - BCLINGBROKE. SIR ROBERT WALPOLE. 1676-1745. 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 price." 1 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 favours. 2 VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE. 1678-1751. I have read somewhere or other, — in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I think, — that history is philosophy teaching by examples. 3 On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2. The dignity of history. 4 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. 6 Letter to Mr. Pope. 1 " All men have their price " is commonly ascribed to Walpole. 2 Hazlitt, in his "Wit and Humour," says, "This is Walpole's phrase." The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefits. — Rochefoucauld : Maxim 298. 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." 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. 5 Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God. Pope : Essay oil Man, epistle iv. line 33!, FARQUHAK. — PAR NELL. 305 GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707. Co,*. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour ? Kiu 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 con- SUmedly. The Beaux' Stratagem. Act id. Sc. 1. 'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad. 1 Sc. 2 Necessity, the mother of invention. 2 The Twin Rivals. Act 1. THOMAS PARKELL. 1679-1717. Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But Still be a woman to you. When thy Beauty appears demote 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. 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 Barrinoton : Prologue written for the open- ing of the Play-house at New South Wales, Jon. M, 1796. New South Wales, p. 152. 2 Art imitates Nature, and necessity is the mother of invention. — Ric h- ard France : Northern Memoirs (written in 1658, printed in 1694). Necessity is the mother of invention. — Wycherly: Love in a Wood let Hi. sc. 3 (1672). Magister artis ingenique largitor Venter (Hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention). Persius : Prolog, line 10 20 306 PARNELL. — BOOTH. — YOUNG. Let those love now who never loved before ; Let those who always loved, now love the more. Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris.^ BABTON BOOTH. 1681-1733. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. 2 EDWARD YOUNG. 1684-1765. Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep ! Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 2. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Line is. Creation sleeps ! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause, — An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. Line 23. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loSS. Line 55. Poor pensioner on 'the bounties of an hour. Line 67. To waft a feather or to drown a fly. 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. Line 212. Be wise to-day ; 't is madness to defer. 3 Line 390. 1 Written in the time of J ulius Caesar, and b}' 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 ioved, let him love to-morrow). 2 See Butler, page 215. 3 See Congreve, page 295. YOUNG. 307 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. Line 417. All men think all men mortal but themselves. Line 424. He mourns the dead who lives as they desire. Night it. Line 24. And what its worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell. 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. Line 90. " I 've lost a day ! M — the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown. 1 Line 99. Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man! Line 112. The spirit walks of every day deceased. Line iso. Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens. Line 292. Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile. Line 334. 'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours. And ask them what report they bore to heaven. Line 376. Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun. Line 466. How blessings brighten as they take their flight! 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. Line 633. A death-bed 's a detector of the heart. Line 641. 1 Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus : "Once at supper, reflect ing 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 ! ' " — Sue tonu s Lives of the Twelve Coesars. (Translation by Alexander Thomson.) 308 YOUNG. Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes ; They love a train, they tread each other's heel. 1 Night Thoughts. Night Hi. Line 60. Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay ! Line 8i Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay ; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there ; Far lovelier ! pity swells the tide of love. 2 Line 104 Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight, — a naked human heart. Line 226. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm. Night iv. Line 10 Man makes a death which Nature never made. Line 15. And feels a thousand deaths m fearing one. Line n. Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. Line 71. Man wants but little, nor that little long. 3 Line us. A God all mercy is a God unjust. Line 233. 'T is impious in a good man to be sad. Line 676. A Christian is the highest style of man. 4 Line 788 Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. Line 843, By night an atheist half believes a God. Night v. Line 177, Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven. 5 Line 6oa 1 See Shakespeare, page 143. 2 See Beaumont and Fletcher, paee 198. Dryden, page 272. 3 Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little lon^. Goldsmith : The Hermit, stanza h 4 See Dryden, page 268. 6 See Dryden, page 270. YOUNG. 309 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. 1 £i„ e 061. While man is growing, life is in decrease ; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. 2 Line ?j 7m That life is long which answers life's great end. Line 773. The man of wisdom is the man of years. Line 775. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. 3 Line 1011. Pygmies are pygmies still, though perch t 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 ri. Line 309. And all may do what has by man been done. u ne , t0 /;. The man that blushes is not quite a brute. Night vii. Line 496. Too low they build, who build beneath the stars. Night viii. Line 215. Prayer ardent opens heaven. Line 721. A man of pleasure is a man of pains. £f M -'v.? To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. Line 1045. Final Rain fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation. 4 Night ix. mi 1 See Dryden page 268. 2 See Bishop Hall, page 182. 8 See Quarles, page 203. 4 Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom. Burns : To a Mountain Daisy- 310 YOUNG. 'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand, — Scripture authentic ! uncorrupt by man. Niyht Thoughts. Night ix. Line 644. An undevout astronomer is mad. Line 771. The course of Nature is the art of God. 1 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. Line 89. Titles are marks of honest men, and wise ; The fool or knave that wears a title lies. Line 145. They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge. Line 147. None think the great unhappy but the great. 2 Line 238. Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair. Satire U. Line 83. The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone. Line 165. Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind. 3 Line 207. 1 See Sir Thomas Browne, page 218. 2 See Nicholas Rowe, page 301. 3 Speech was made to open man to man, and not to hide him ; to pro* mote 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.) lis ne se servent de la pens^e que pour autoriser leurs injustices, et em- ploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs pensees (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 Jaime,' 5 the phrase, "Speech was given to man to disguise his thoughts." — Pournier : V Esprit dans /' Histoire. YOUNG. 311 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. 1 Satire v. Lint 228 For her own breakfast she '11 project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem. satire ri. Line 190 Think naught a trifle, though it small appear j Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life. 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. Satire vii. Line 55 How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun. Line 97 The man that makes a character makes foes. To Mr. Pope. Kpistle i. Line 28 Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt. 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. Book Hi. In records that defy the tooth of time. The Statesinan's Creed. Great let me call him, for he conquered me. The Revenge. Act i. Sc. I. Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. Act v. Sc. 2 1 And waste their sweetness on the desert air. — Gray: Elegy , stanza 14. Churchill: Gotham, bookii. line 20. 312 YOUNG. — BERKELEY. — BRERETON. 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. 1 U niversal Passion. BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753. Westward the course of empire takes its way ; 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 ? 3 [Tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and pro- portioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate. 4 siris. Par. 217. 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. 5 1 The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves, by thumping on your back. Cowper : On Friendship. 2 See Daniel, page 39. Westward the star of empire takes its way. — John Quincy Adams, Oration at Plymouth, 3 Aiken: Vocal Poetry (London, 1810). 4 Cups That cheer but not inebriate. Cowper : The Task, book iv. 5 Dyce: Specimens of British Poetesses. (This epigram is generally as- cribed to Chesterfield. See Campbell, "English Poets," note, p. 521.) HILL. - TICKELL. 313 AARON HILL. 1685-1750. First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't j If she will do % 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. 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 THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740. Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven. On Ute Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41 Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit or more welcome shade. Line 45. There taught us how to live ; and (oh, too high The price for knowledge !) taught us how to die 2 Lin* 81. 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. 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 « 314 TICKELL. — MADDEN. — POPE. 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. 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. 1 ibid. 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. 2 Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 1. and I will show you in a very short time how to die. — Sandvs: 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. 1 See Herbert, page 206. 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. POPE. 315 logether 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. 1 Line 13 Say first, of God above or man below, What can we reason but from what we know ? Line 17t 'T is but a part we see, and not a whole. Line go. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state. Line 77. Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Line 83. Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hmTd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Line 87 Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never is, but always to be blest. 2 The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. 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. Epistle i. Line 99. But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company. tu In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies ; A.11 quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. 1 See Milton, page 242. ^ Thus we never live, but we hope to live ; and always disnosingoun •elves to be happy. — Pascal : Thoughts, chap. v.\ . 316 POPE. 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. 1 Line 139. Why has not man a microscopic eye ? For this plain reason, — man is not a fly. Line 193, Die of a rose in aromatic pain. Line 200 The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. 3 Line 217. Eemembrance and reflection how allied ! What thin partitions sense from thought divide ! 3 Line 226 All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. Line 267 Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees. 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 ; 4 He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all ! 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. 6 Line 289. 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 nie> — Montaigne : Apology for Raimond Sebond. 2 See Sir John Davies, page 176. 3 See Dryden, page 267. 4 There is no great and no small. — Emerson : Epigraph to History. 6 See Dryden, page 276. POPE. 317 Know then thyself, presume not God to scan ; The proper study of mankind is man. 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. 2 Line 13. Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot. 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. Line 101. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale. Line 107 And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. Line 131 The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength. Line 135. Extremes in nature equal ends produce ; In man they join to some mysterious use. Line 205. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen ; 3 Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. Line 217. 1 La vray science et le vray ^tude de l'homme c>st i'homme (The true science and the true study of man is man). — Ciiakkmn: De la Sa He left the name at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale. Line 221. Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe. Line 257. An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away. Line 293. Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage. * Line 30& Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise ! From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage flow, And Swift expires, a driv'ler and a show. Line 316. 1 All human race, from China to Peru, Pleasure, hovve'er disguised by art, pursue. Thomas Wakton : Universal Love of Pleasure. De Quincey (Works, vol. x. p. 72) quotes the criticism of some writer, who contends with some reason that this hierh-sounding couplet of Dr. Johnson amounts in effect to this : Let observation with extensive observae tion observe mankind extensively. 366 JOHNSON. Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate ? Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 345 For patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill. Line 302. Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. 1 London. Line wg. This mournful truth is everywhere confess'd, — Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd. 2 Line 176 Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail. Prologue to the Tragedy of Irene Each change of many-colour' d life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new. Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre And panting Time toil'd after him in vain. /bid, For we that live to please must please to live. ibid Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour ; Improve each moment as it flies ! Life 's a short summer, man a flower ; He dies — alas ! how soon he dies ! Winter. An Ode. Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend. Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 2, In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh 8 Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die. Stanza 5. And sure th' Eternal Master found His single talent well employ'd. Stanza 7. 1 Nothing in poverty so ill is borne As its exposing men to grinning scorn. Oldham (1653-1683): Third Satire of Juvenal. 2 Three years later Johnson wrote, " Mere unassisted merit advances slowly, if — what is not very common — it advances at all " & Var. His ready help was always nigh. JOHNSON. 367 Then with no throbs of fiery pain, 1 No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way. Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 9 That saw the manners in the face. Lines on the Death of Hoyarth, Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove The pangs of guilty power and hapless love ! Rest here, distress'd by poverty no more ; Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before ; Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine ! Epitaph on Claudius Philips, the Musician. A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian, Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, And touched nothing that he did not adorn. 2 Epitaph on Goldsmith. How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. Lines added to GoUlsmith's Traveller. Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village. From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend, — Path, motive, guide, original, and end. 3 Motto to the Rambler. No. 7. Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope ; who I Var. Then with no fiery throbbing pain. 2 Qui nullum fere scribendi genus Non tetigit, Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit. See Chesterfield, page 353. 8 A translation of Boethius's " De Consolatione Philosophic," iii. 9 27 368 JOHNSON. expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow, — attend to the history of Easselas, Prince Of Abyssinia. Easselas. Chap. %. " I fly from pleasure," said the prince, " because plea- sure has ceased to please ; I am lonely because I am mis- erable, and am unwilling to cloud with my presence the happiness of others." chap. m. A man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected. Chap. xii. Few things are impossible to diligence and skill. ibid. Knowledge is more than equivalent to force. 1 Chap. xiii. I live in the crowd of jollity, not so much to enjoy company as to shun myself. Chap. xvi. Many things difficult to design prove easy to per- formance, jbid. The first years of man must make provision for the last. Chap. xvii. Example is always more efficacious than precept. Chap. xxx. The endearing elegance of female friendship. Chap. xlvi. I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven? Preface to his Dictionary. Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things. 3 Boulter's Monument. (Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson, 1745.) 1 See Bacon, page 168. 2 The italics and the word " forget " would seem to imply that the saying was not his own. 8 Sir William Jones gives a similar saying in India: "Words are the daughters of earth, and deeds are the sons of heaven." See Herbert, page 206. Sir Thomas Bodlky : Letter to his Libra" rian, 1604. JOHNSON. 369 Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison. Life of Addison. To be of no church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by faith and hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example. Life of Milton. The trappings of a monarchy would set up an ordinary commonwealth. His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impov- erished the public stock of harmless pleasure. Life of Edmund Smith (alluding to the death of Garrick). That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of Iona. Journey to the Western Islands: Inch Kenneth. He is no wise man that will quit a certainty for an uncertainty. The Idler. No. 57. What is read twice is commonly better remembered than what is transcribed. No. 74. Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation ; but no sooner does he take a pen in his hand than it becomes a torpedo to him, and benumbs all his faculties. Life of Johnson (Bos well). 1 Vol. i. Chap. vii. 1743. Wretched un-idea'd girls. Chap.x. 1752. This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits ; but I find he is only a wit among lords. 3 Vol. ii. Chap. i. 1754. 1 From the London edition, 10 volumes, 1835. Dr. Johnson, it is said, when he first heard of Boswell's intention to write a life of him, announced, with decision enough, that if he thought Boswell really meant to write his life he would prevent it by taking Bos- weWs ! — Carlyle : Miscellanies, Jean Paul Frederic Richter. 2 See Pope, page 331. 24 370 JOHNSON. Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward*, a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotchman to draw the trigger at his death. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. i. 1754. Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help ? Chap. ii. 1755. I am glad that he thanks God for anything. ibid. If a man does not make new acquaintances as he ad- vances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, sir, should keep his friendship in a constant repair. md. Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned. chap. Hi. 1759. Sir, I think all Christians, whether Papists or Protes- tants, agree in the essential articles, and that their differ- ences are trivial, and rather political than religious. 1 Chap.v. 1763. The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to England. ibia. If he does really think that there is no distinction be- tween virtue and vice, why, sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons. ibid. Sir, your levellers wish to level down as far as them- selves j but they cannot bear levelling up to themselves. Ibid 1 I do not find that the age or country makes the least difference ; no, nor the language the actor spoke, nor the religion which they professed, — whether Arab in the desert, or Frenchman in the Academy. I see that sensible men and conscientious men all over the world were of one religion of well-doing and daring. — Emerson: The Preacher. Lectures and Bio- graphical Sketches, p. 215. JOHNSON. 371 A man ought to read just as inclination leads him ; for what he reads as a task will do him little good. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. vi. 1763. Sherry is dull, naturally dull ; but it must have taken him a great deal of pains to become what we now see him. Such an access of stupidity, sir, is not in Nature. Chap, ix. Sir, a woman preaching is like a dog's walking on his hind legs. It is not done well ; but you are surprised to find it done at all. md. I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else. 1 j 0 u. This was a good dinner enough, to be sure, but it was not a dinner to ask a man to. juj. A very unclubable man. ttid. i764. I do not know, sir, that the fellow is an infidel ; but if he be an infidel, he is an infidel as a dog is an infidel ; that is to say, he has never thought upon the subject. Vol. Hi. Chap. Hi. 1769. It matters not how a man dies, but how lie lives. Chap. iv. That fellow seems to me to possess but one idea, and that is a wrong one. 2 chap. v. 1770. I am a great friend to public amusements ; for they keep people from vice. chap. via. 1772. A cow is a very good animal in the field ; but we turn her out of a garden. ibid. Much may be made of a Scotchman if he be caught young. ibid. A man may write at any time if he will set himself doggedly to it. Vol. iv. Chap. ii. 1773. 1 Every investigation which is guided by principles of nature fixes its ultimate aim entirely on gratifying the stomach. — Atiien.els : Book vii. chap. ii. 2 Mr. Kremlin was distinguished for ignorance ; for he nad only one idea and that was wronst. — Diskaeli : Sybil* book iv. chc». 6 372 JOHNSON. Let him go abroad to a distant country ; let him go to some place where he is not known. Don't let him go to the devil, where he is known. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. iv. Chap. it. 1773. Was ever poet so trusted before ? Vol. v. chap. w. 1774. Attack is the reaction. I never think I have hit hard unless it rebounds. 1775 ' A man will turn over half a library to make one book. Chap. viii. 1776. Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel. chap. ix. Hell is paved with good intentions. 1 ibid. Knowledge is of two kinds : we know a subject our- selves, or we know where we can find information upon it. 2 ibid. I never take a nap after dinner but when I have had a bad night ; and then the nap takes me. Vol. vi. Chap. 1. 1775. In lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath. ibid. There is now less flogging in our great schools than formerly, — but then less is learned there ; so that what the boys get at one end they lose at the other. ibid. There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn. 8 chap. Hi. 1776. 1 Sec Herbert, page 205. Do not be troubled by Saint Bernard's saying that hell is full of good intentions and wills. — Francis de Sales: Spiritual Letters. Letter xii. (Translated by the author of " A Dominican Artist.") 1605. 2 Scire ubi aliquid invenire possis, ea demura maxima pars eruditionis est (To know where you can find anything, that in short is the largest part of lesrning). — Anonymous. 8 Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn. Shenstone : Written on a Window of an Inn. JOHNSON. 373 No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money. Life °J Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. in. 1776. Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen. Chap.iv. me. A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of tiiose who have risen far above him. /bid. All this [wealth] excludes but one evil, — poverty. Chap.ix. 1777. Employment, sir, and hardships prevent melancholy. Ibid. When a man is tired of London he is tired of life ; for there is in London all that life can afford. /bid. He was so generally civil that nobody thanked him for it. ibid. Goldsmith, however, was a man who whatever he wrote, did it better than any other man could do. Vol. vii. Chap. Hi. 1778. Johnson had said that he could repeat a complete chap- ter of " The Natural History of Iceland," from the Danish of Horrebow, the whole of which was exactly (Ch. lxxii. Concerning snakes) thus : " There are no snakes to be met with throughout the whole island." 1 chap. it. 1778. As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him," so it is in travelling, — a man must carry knowledge with him if he would bring home knowledge. Chap. v. 1773. The true, strong, and sound mind is the mind that can embrace equally great things and small. chap. vi. 1778. I remember a passage in Goldsmith's " Vicar of Wake- field," which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge : " I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing." . . . 1 Chapter xlii. is still shorter : " There are no owls of any kind in the whole island." 374 JOHNSON. There was another fine passage too which he struck out : " When I was a young man, being anxious to distinguish myself, 1 was perpetually starting new propositions. But I soon gave this over; for I found that generally what was new was false." Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. viii. 1779 Claret is the liquor for boys, port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. ibid, A Frenchman must be always talking, whether he knows anything of the matter or not ; an Englishman is content to say nothing when he has nothing to say. Chap. x. Of Dr. Goldsmith he said, "No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had." ibid. The applause of a single human being is of great consequence. ibid. The potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice. 1 Vol. via. Chap. H. Classical quotation is the parole of literary men ai f over the world. Chap. Hi. 1781 My friend was of opinion that when a man of rani appeared in that character [as an author], he deserved tc have his merits handsomely allowed. 2 ibid. I never have sought the world ; the world was not to seek me. 8 Chap. v. 1783. He is not only dull himself, but the cause of dullness in others. 4 Ibid. 1784. 1 I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice. — Edward Moore : The Gamester, act ii. sc. 2. 1753. 2 Usualh' quoted as " When a nobleman writes a book, he ought to be encouraged." 8 I have not loved the world, nor the world me. —Byron : Childi Harold, canto Hi. stanza 113. 1 See Shakespeare, pase SSL JOHNSON. 375 You see they 'd have fitted him to a T. Life of Johnson (Boswell;. Vol. viii. Chap. ix. 1784. I have found you an argument ; I am not obliged to find you an understanding. p ou ^ Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat. 1 jbid. Blown about with every wind of criticism. 2 Chap. x. 1784. If the man who turnips 3ries Cry not when his father dies, 'T is a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father. Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 30. He was a very good hater. 39. The law is the last result of human wisdom acting upon human experience for the benefit of the public. 58. The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are. 154. Dictionaries are like watches ; the worst is better than none, and the best cannot be expected to go quite true. 178. Books that you may carry to the fire and hold readily in your hand, are the most useful after all. Hawkins. 197. Round numbers are always false. 235. As with my hat 8 upon my head I walk'd along the Strand, I there did meet another man With his hat in his hand. 4 Ceorye Steevens. 310. Abstinence is as easy to me as temperance would be difficult. ffannah More. 467. The limbs will quiver and move after the soul is gone. fforth cote. 487. 1 A parody on " Who rules o'er freemen should himself be free," from Brooke's " Gustavus Vasa," first edition. 8 Carried about with every wind of doctrine. — Fphesians iv. 14. * Elsewhere found, " I put my hat." 4 A »arody on Percy's "Hermit of W ark worth." 376 JOHNSON. Hawkesworth said of Johnson, " You have a memory •that would convict any author of plagiarism in any court Df literature in the world." Johnsoniana. Kearsley. 600. His conversation does not show the minute-hand, but he strikes the hour very correctly. 604. Hunting was the labour of the savages of North Amer- ica, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England. 606 I am very fond of the company of ladies. I like their beauty, I like their delicacy, I like their vivacity, and I like their silence. Seward, en. This world, where much is to be done and little to be known. Prayers and Meditations. Against inquisitive and perplexing Thoughts. Gratitude is a fruit of great cultivation ; you do not find it among gross people. Tour to the Hebrides. Sept. 20, 1773. A fellow that makes no figure in company, and has a mind as narrow as the neck of a vinegar-cruet. Sept. 30, 1773. The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has with such spirit and decency charged upon me, I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny ; but content myself with wishing that I may be one of those whose follies may cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience. 1 PitCs Reply to Walpole. Speech, March 6, 1741. Towering in the confidence of twenty-one. Letter to Bennet Langton. Jan. 9, 1758. Gloomy calm of idle vacancy. Letter to Boswell. Dec. 8, 1763. Wharton quotes Johnson as saying of Dr. Campbell, " He is the richest author that ever grazed the common of literature." 1 This is the composition of Johnson, founded on some note or statement of the actual speech. Johnson said, "That speech I wrote in a garret, in Exeter Street." Boswell : Life of Johnson, 1741. LYTTLETON. — MOORE. 377 LORD LYTTLETON. 1709-1773. For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which, dying, he could wish to blot. Prologue to Thomson^ Coriolanui Women, like princes, find few real friends. Advice to a Lady What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition ? To be fair. ibid The lover in the husband may be lost. ibid How much the wife is dearer than the bride. An Irregular Ode None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair. Epigram Where none admire, 't is useless to excel ; Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle. Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country Alas ! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain ; The heart can ne'er a transport know That never feels a pain. Bong EDWARD MOORE. 1712-1757. Can't I another's face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessen'd yours ? The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable tm 378 MOORE. - STERNE. The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals ; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whatever the Grecian Venus was. The Spider and the Bee. Fable c, But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound. y^. Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. The Happy Marriage. I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice. 1 The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2. ,r Tis now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. Act ilu 8Ct * Labour for his pains. 8 The Boy and the Rainbow. LAURENCE STERNE. 1713-1768. Go, poor devil, get thee gone ! Why should I hurt thee ? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me. Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. ii. chap, xii Great wits jump. 8 Vol. Hi. Chap. ix. " Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my Uncle Toby, " but nothing to this." Chap.xi. Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting ! Chap. xii. * See Johnson, page 374. 2 See Shakespeare, page 101. 8 Great wits jump. — Bykom: The Nimmers. Buckingham: The Chances, act. iv. sc. 1. Good wits jump. — Cervantes: Don Quixote, part ii. chap, xxxviii. STERNE. — SHENSTONE. 379 The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in ; and the record- ing angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever. 1 Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.;. Vol. vi. Chap. viii. I am sick as a horse. Vol. vii. Chap. xi. " They order," said I, " this matter better in France." Sentimental Journey. Page 1. I pity the man who can travel from Dan to I>eersheba and cry, "'T is all barren ! " /« the street. Calais. God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. 2 Maria. " Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slaveiy," saia I, "still thou art a bitter draught." The Passport. The Hotel at Paris. The sad vicissitude of things. 3 Sermon xoi Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything. Sermon xxvii WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1711-1763. Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn. 4 Written on a Window of an Inn 1 But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. Campbell: Pleasures of Hope, part ii. line 357. 2 Dieu m^sure le froid a la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the shorn Iamb). — Henri Estienne (1594) : Prcmices, etc. p. 47. See Herbert, page 206. 8 Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. — R. Gifford: Contemplation. 4 See Johnson, page 372. Archbishop Leighton often said that if he were to choose a place to dip in, it should be an inn. — Works, vol. i. d. 76. 380 SHENSTONE. — BROWN. — TOWNLEY. So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return. a Pastoral. Part % I have found out a gift for my fair ; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed. ma My banks they are furnish' d with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep. p ar t U. Hope For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, and so true. Jemmy Dawson. Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of decency does yield. The Schoolmistress. Stanza 6. Pun-provoking thyme. stanza 11. A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo. Stoma 28. JOHN BROWN. 1715-1766. Now let us thank the Eternal Power : convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction, — That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days. Barbarossa. Act v. Sc. 3. And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. An Essay on Satire, occasioned by the Death of Mr. Pope. 1 JAMES TOWNLEY. 1715-1778. Kitty. Shikspur ? Shikspur ? Who wrote it ? No, I never read Shikspur. Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to Come. High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1. From humble Port to imperial Tokay. ibid 1 Anderson: British Poets, vol. x.p. 879. See note in "Contemporary Heview," September, 1867, p. 4 V GRAY 381 THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771. What female heart can gold despise ? What Cat 's averse to fish ? On the death of a Favourite Cat. A fav'rite has no friend ! Md Ye distant spires, ye antique towers. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 1. Ah, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade ! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow. Stanza z They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy. stanza 4 Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast. Stanza $ Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play ; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. Stanza 6. Ah, tell them they are men ! ibid And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe. Stanza s To each his sufferings ; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, — The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, 382 GRAY. And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise. 1 On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza l(k Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Hymn to Adversity.. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take. The Progress of Poesy. I. 7, Line 3. Glance their many-twinkling feet. 3, Line 11. O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. 8 Line 16. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, 8 and freedom's holy flame. II . 2, Line 10. Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. 1, Line 12. He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time : The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. 2, Line 4 Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn. 4 3, Line 2, Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far, — but far above the great. Line 16. 1 See Davenant, page 217. He that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow. — Ecvlesiastes i. 18. 2 The light of love. — Bykon : Bride of Abydos, canto i. stanza 6. 3 Unconquerable mind. — Wordsworth : To Toussaint L 1 Ouverture. 4 See Cowley, page 262. GRAY. 383 Ruin seize thee, ruthless king ! Confusion on thy banners wait ! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state. The Bard. I. 1, Line 1. Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. 1 2, Line 5 To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. Line 14. Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. 2 3, Line 12, Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room and verge enough 8 The characters of hell to ti 'ace. //. 1 Line 1. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows ; While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey. 2, Line 9. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed. 3 /j ne 21. Visions of glory, spare my aching sight ! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul ! lit. 1, Line 11 And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. 3, L nu ,?. Comus and his midnight crew. ode for Mime, Line 2. While bright-eyed Science watches round. Ibid. Chorus. Line 3 The still small voice of gratitude. ibid. v. Line 8 1 See Cowley, page 261. Milton, page 224. 2 See Shakespeare, page 112. Otway, page 280- 8 See Dryden, page 277. 384 GRAY. Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air. The Fata i sisters. Line 3, The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, 1 The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 1. Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. stanza 4 The breezy call of incense-breathing morn. Stanza o Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. Stanza 8. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. stanza 9. Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, ' The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Stanza 10. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death ? Stanza IX Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. Stanza 12 But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; 2 Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Stanza n 1 The first edition reads, — " The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea." 2 See Sir Thomas Browne, page 217. GRAY. 385 Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 1 Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14 Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Stanza 15. The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes. stanza 16. Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. Stanza it Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. 2 st« nza 19. Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. stanza w. And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. Stanza 21. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind ? Stanza 22 E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. 8 Sftanza 23 1 See Young, page 311. Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air. — Churchill: Gotham, book ii. line 20. 2 Usually quoted "even tenor of their way." * See Chaucer, page 3. 25 386 GRAY Brushing with hasty steps the dews away. To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 25 One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree : Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. Stanza 28. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. 1 The Epitaph. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend. Ibid. No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God. ibid. And weep the more, because I weep in vain. Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. Went. Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. a Lono Story. The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 45 The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise. Line 53 And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose. Um 87 1 See Walton, page gj3& GRAY. — GARKICK- 387 From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night ; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 93. The social smile, the sympathetic tear. Education and Government. When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes. 1 Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune ; He had not the method of making a fortune. On his own Character. Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon. To Mr. West. Letter iv. Third Series. ♦ DAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779. Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. Prologue to the Gamesters. Their cause I plead, — plead it in heart and mind ; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. 2 Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776. Prologues like compliments are loss of time ; 'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme. Prologue to Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia. Let others hail the rising sun : I bow to that whose course is run. 8 On the Death of Mr. Pelhmn. 1 This was intended to be introduced in the " Alliance of Education and Government." — Mason's edition of Gray, vol. Hi. p. 114. 2 See Burton, page 185. 8 Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun. —Plutarch: Life of Pompey. 388 GARRICK. — RHODES. This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet. J upiter and Mercury. Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men. 1 Hearts of Oak Here lies James Quinn. Deign, reader, to be taught, Whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought, In Nature's happiest mould however cast, To this complexion thou must come at last. Epitaph on Quinn. Murphy's Life of Garrick. Vol. ii. p. 38. Are these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us ? Is this the great poet whose works so content us ? This Goldsmith's line feast, who has written fine books ? Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks ? 2 Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation. Vol. ii.p. 157. Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll. Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith. WILLIAM B. EHODES. Circa 1790. Who dares this pair of boots displace, Must meet Bombastes face to face. 8 Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4, Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore A hungry lion give a grievous roar ; The grievous roar echoed along the shore. irtax. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore Another lion give a grievous roar ; And the first lion thought the last a bore. ibid. 1 Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men. S. J. Arnold : Death of Nelson. 2 See Tusser, page 20. 3 Let none but he these arms displace, Who dares Orlando's fury face. Cervantes: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. Ixvl Ray: Proverbs. Thomas: English Prose Romance, page 85. GREVILLE. — WALPOLE. — COLLINS. 389 MRS. GREVILLE. 1 Circa 1793. Nor peace nor ease the heart can know Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too. A Prayer for Indifference HORACE WALPOLE. 1717-1797. Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater, Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742. The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel. /bid. mo. A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch. 2 jbid. 1774. The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it. 8 jbid. 177b. WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756. In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong. Ode to Simplicity Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell : 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. 4 Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5. How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes bless'd ! Ode written in the year 173G By fairy hands their knell is rung ; 6 By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; * The pretty Fanny Macartney. — Walpole: Memoirs. 2 A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men. Anonymous. 8 It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch unden standing. — Sydney Smith : Lady Holland's Memoir, vol. i.p. 15. 4 See Pope, page 320. s Var. By hands unseen the knell is rung; By fairy forms their dirge is sung. 390 COLLINS. — MERRICK. There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! Ode written in the year 1746. When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung. The Passions. Line 1. FilFd with fury, rapt, inspired. Line 10 'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild. Line 28, In notes by distance made more sweet, 1 Line go In hollow murmurs died away. Line 68 O Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid ! Line 95 In yonder grave a Druid lies. Death of Thomson, Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part ; Nature in him was almost lost in Art. To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare. Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed, Belov'd till lite can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead. Dirge in Cymbeline- ♦ — JAMES MEEEICK. 1720-1769. Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh, let thy grace supply ! 2 Hymn. Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark. The Chameleon. 1 Sweetest melodies Are those that are by distance made more sweet Wordsworth : Personal Talk, stanza 2. a Mtj /j.oi y4voi6' tt ftovXojA d\\' & avjxcf)4p€i (Let not that happen which I wish, but that which is right). — Menander : Fragment. FOOTE. — FORDYCE. — AKENSIDE. 391 SAMUEL FOOTE. 1720-1777. He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Kobinson Crusoe. 0 poor Eobinson Crusoe ! The Mayor of Garrntt. Act i. Sc. 1. Born in a cellar, and living in a garret. 1 The Author. Act ii JAMES EOKDYCE. 1720-1796. Henceforth the majesty of God revere ; Eeai- Him, and you have nothing else to fear. 2 Answer to a Gentleman who apologized to the Author for Swearing. MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770. Such and so various are the tastes of men. Pleasures of the Imagination. Book Hi. Line 567. Than Timoleon's arms require, And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre. Odt. On a Sermon against Glury. Stanza ii. The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise. Epistle to Curio. Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, And eagerly pursues imaginary joys. The Virtuoso. Stanza x. 1 See Congreve, page 294. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. — Byron : A Sketch. 8 Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte (I fear God, dear Abner, and I have no other fear). — Racine : Athalic, art i. sc. 1 (1639-1699). From Piety, whose soul sincere Fears God, and knows no other fear. W. Smyth : Ode for the installation of the Dulct if' Gloucester as Chancellor of Cambridge. 392 SMOLLETT. — BLACKSTONE. — HOME. TOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721-1771. Thy spirit, Independence, let me share ; Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Ode to Independence. Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love ! Roderick Random. Chap. xl. Facts are stubborn things. 1 Translation of Gil Bias. Book x. Chap. X- SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE. 1723-1780. The royal navy of England hath ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength, — the floating bulwark of our island. Commentaries. Vol. i. Book i. Chap. xiii. § 418. Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary. chap, xviii. § 472. JOHN HOME. 1724-1808. In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords. Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1. I '11 woo her as the lion wooes his brides. ibid. My name is Norval ; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks ; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. Act U. Sc. 1. A rude and boisterous captain of the sea. Act iv. Sc. 1. Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die. Act v. Sc. 1. l Facts are stubborn things. — Elliot: Essay on Field Husbandry, p. 36 (1747). MASON. — GIFFORD. — MURPHY. — ELLIOTT. 393 WILLIAM MASON. 1725-1797. The fattest hog in Epicurus' sty. 1 Heroic Epi$tle. RICHARD GIFFORD. 1725-1807. Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound ; She feels no biting pang the while she sings ; Not, as she turns the giddy wheel around, 2 Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. 8 Contemplation. ARTHUR MURPHY. 1727-1805. Thus far we run before the wind. The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. I. Above the vulgar flight of common souls. Zenobia. Act v. Picked Up his Crumbs. The Upholsterer. Act i. JANE ELLIOTT. 1727-1805. The flowers of the forest are a* wide awae. 4 The Flowers of the Forest. 1 Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises, . . c Kpicuri de grege porcum (You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide, — ... a hog from Epicurus' herd). — Horace : Epistolce, lib. i. iv. 15, 16. 2 Thus altered by Johnson, — All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around. 8 See Sterne, page 379. * This line appears in the "Flowers of the Forest," part second, a latel poem by Mrs. Cockburn. See Dyce's "Specimens of British Poetesses," p. 374. 394 GOLDSMITH. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. Kemote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po. The Traveller. Line 2, Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. Line 7. And learn the luxury of doing good. 1 Line 22 Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. Line 26. These little things are great to little man. Line 42. Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine ! Line 50. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, — His first, best country ever is at home. Line 73. Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. Line 91. Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Line 126. The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form. 2 Line 137. By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd ; The sports of children satisfy the child. Line 153. But winter lingering chills the lap of May. Line 172. Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes. Line 185 So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more. Line 2ifi 1 See Garth, page 295. Crabbe: Tales of the Hall, book Hi. Graves: The Epicure. 2 See Pope, page 320. GOLDSMITH. 395 Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill' d in gestic lore, Has frisk' d beneath the burden of threescore. The Traveller. Line 251 They please, are pleas'd ; they give to get esteem, Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem. 1 Line 266 Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land. Line 282. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by. 2 Line 327. The land of scholars and the nurse of arms. Line 356 For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil. Line 372. Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. Line 386. Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main ; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound. /j nt 409. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind. Lint 423. Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel. 8 Line 436. Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain. The Deserted Village. Line 1. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made. Line 13. 1 The character of the French. 1 See Dryden, page 277. * "When Davies asked for an explanation of " Luke's iron crown," Gold- smith referred him to a book called " G^ographie Curieuse," and added that by "Damien's bed of steel" he meant the rack. — Granger: Letters, (1805), p. 52. 396 GOLDSMITH. The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love. The Deserted Village. Line 29. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade, — A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; 1 But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. Line si. His best companions, innocence and health ; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. Line 61. How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease ! Line 99. While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. Line no. The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. Line 121. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Line 141. Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won. Line 157. Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side. Line m And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way. Line w\\ l See Pope, page 329. C'est un verre qui luit, Qu'un souffle peut d^truire, et qu'un souffle a produit (It is a shining glass, which a breath may destroy, and which a breath ha» jm-^jjaoJI — De Caux (comparing the world to his hour-glass)* GOLDSMITH. 397 Truth, from his lips prevail'd with double sway, A^nd fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. 1 The Deserted Village. Line 179. Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. Line 183. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, — Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Line 189 Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault ; The village all declar'd how much he knew, 'T was certain he could write and cipher too. Line 199 In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around ; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. Line 209. Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round. Line 223. The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay, — A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day. 2 Line 227. 1 See Dryden, page 269. 2 A cap by night, a stocking all the day — Goldsmith: A Description of an Author's Bed-Chamber. 398 GOLDSMITH. The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose. 1 The Deserted Village. Line 222 To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art. Line 253. And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy. Line 263. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Line 329. Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. Line 344. In all the silent manliness of grief. Line 384. O Luxury ! thou curst by Heaven's decree ! Line 385. Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. Line 413. Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt ; It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt. 2 The Haunch of Venison. As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow ; But crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. 3 The Captivity. Act * To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies ; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise. 4 Act if. 1 The twelve good rules were ascribed to King Charles I.: 1. Urge no healths. 2. Profane no divine ordinances. 3. Touch no state matters 4. Reveal no secrets. 5. Pick no quarrels. 6. Make no comparisons. 7. Maintain no ill opinions. 8. Keep no bad company. 9. Encourage no vice. 10. Make no long meals. 11. Repeat no grievances. 12. Lay nc wagers. 2 See Tom Brown, page 286. 8 See Bacon, page 165. 4 The wretch condemnM with life to part Still, still on hope relies; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. Original MS GOLDSMITH. 399 Hone, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way ; 1 And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray. The Captivity. Act a. Our Garrick 's a salad ; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree ! Retaliation. Line 11. Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth : If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt. Line 24. Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind ; Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining, And thought of convincing while they thought of dining : Though equal to all things, for all things unfit ; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit. Line si. His conduct still right, with his argument wrong. Line 46. A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. Line 63. Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. Line 93. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line. Line 96. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting ; 'T was only that when he was off he was acting. Line 101. He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. Line 107. Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. Lint 112. 1 Hope, like the taper's gleamy light, Adorns the wretch's way. Original M8. 400 GOLDSMITH. YVhen they talk'd of their Baphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff. Retaliation. Line 145. The best-humour' d man, with the worst-humour'd Muse. 1 Postscript. Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise. / Elegy on Mrs. Mary BlaizeA The king himself has followed her When she has walk'd before. ibid. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes. Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. Rid. The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. n>id. The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died. 3 ibid. 1 See Rochester, page 279. 2 Written in imitation of " Chanson sur le fameux La Palisse," which is attributed to Bernard de la Monnoye : — On dit que dans ses amours II fut caresse" des belles, Qui le suivirent toujours, Tant qu'il marcha devant elles fThey say that in his love affairs he was petted by beauties, who always fol« lowed him as long as he walked before them). 8 While Fell was reposing himself in the haj*, A reptile concealed bit his leg as he lay; But, all venom himself, of the wound he made light, And got well, while the scorpion died of the bite. Lessing: Paraphrase of a Greek Epigram by Demodocus. GOLDSMITH. 401 A night-cap deck'd his biows instead of bay, — A cap by night, a stocking all the day. 1 Description of an Author's Bed-chamber. This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey. 2 The Good-Natured Man. Act ». All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them. Act u Silence gives consent. 8 Act U. Measures, not men, have always been my mark. 4 ibid. I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine. 5 She Stoops to Conquer. Act i. The very pink of perfection. ibid, The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as, be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly. ibid. I '11 be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. ibid Ask me no questions, and I '11 tell you no fibs. Act Hi We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours. Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. i. Handsome is that handsome does. 6 ibid. The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problem- atical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the 1 See page 397. 2 Philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils, but pres- ent evils triumph over it. — Rochefoucauld : Maxim 22. 8 Ray: Proverbs. ¥ ullek : Wise Sentences. Avto ie to vtyav d/ioXo yovvroi eori