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mzm A* WIGHT, 


Out of the old fieldes cometh al this new corne fro yere 

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. 


I am tinder great obligations to M. H. 
Ph.D., of Harvard University, for the translation of 
Marcus Aurelius, and for the translation and selections 
from the Greek tragic writers. I arn indebted to the 
kindness of Mr. DANIEL W. WILDER, of Kansas, for the 
quotations- from Pilpay, with contributions from Bio- 
genes Laertius, Montaigne, Burton, and Pope's Homer; 
to Dr. WILLIAM J. ROLFE for quotations from Robert 
Browning ; to Mr. JAMES W. MclNTYRE for quotations 
from Coleridge, Shelley, Keats, Mrs. Browning, Robert 
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 m public esti- 
mation "faith 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, 

CAMBRIDGE, March, 1891. 





JOHN, note .... 530,529 
ADAMS, JOHN QUINCY . . . 312, 458 





-ffiSGHYLUS 695 

AGRICOLA, note 686 


ALANUS DB INSULIS, note .... 5 





AMELIA, PRINCESS ...... 676 

AMES, FISHER, note 283 

ARCHILOCHUS, note 216 

AEIOSTO, note .562 

ARISTIDBS, note 438 


ARISTOTLE, note 267, 853 



ARNOLD, SAMUEL J., note .... 388 

ARRIANUS, note 704 

ATHSN.HUS , . . 7G6 

AVONMORE, LORD, note 531 


BACON, LADY ANNE, note .... 7 


BAILLIB, JOANNA . . . . . . . 674 

BANCROFT, GEORGE, note . . , , 531 



BARHAM, R. H 676 


BARNPIELD, RICHARD . . . . . 175 

BARRETT, EATON S. .*.... 676 



BARROW, ISAAC, note 299 


BASSE, WILLIAM, note 179 

BAXTER, RICHARD ...... 670 

BAYARD, CHEVALIER, note .... 21 

BAYLE, PETER, note 604 





BEAUMONT, JOHN, note 478 


BELL, ROBERT, note ...... 330 

BELLAMY, G, W 682 


BBNTHAM, JEREMY ..... 856 




BERNERR, JULIANA, note .... 182 

BERRY, DOROTHY, note 484 

BERT APT, JEAN, note 100 

BERTIN, MADEMOISELLE, note . . . 811 

BBTTELHEIM, A. S., note .... 170 

BlOKERSTABT, ISAAC . . , . . . 427 


BLACKMORB, RICHARD, note . , . 685 


BLAIR, ROBERT ....... 354 


BLAND, ROBERT, note 102 

BOBART, JACOB, note . . , . . , ($8 

BODINUS, note 418 


BOETHIUS, note 618 




BORBONIUS, note , 321 


BMCTON . . 857 






. . 352 

BREEN, H. H., note . . . . 

. . 409 

. . 312 


. . 33 

. . 681 

. . 35 


. . 527 

LORD, note . . . 

. . 426 

BROWN, JOHN ....... 

. . 380 


. . 286 


. . 217 

. . 201 


. . 620 

. . 643 


. . 672 


. . 674 

BUPPON, note 


. . 488 


. . 561 


. . 770 


. . 265 


. . 679 


. . 407 

. . 610 

. . 446 


. . 185 


. . 286 

. . 209 

SAMUEL, note . . 

. . 361 

. . 22 


. . 351 


. . 539 


. . 529 


. . 496 

CAMPBELL, LORD, note . . 

418, 528 


. , 512 


. '. . 684 

. . . 810 


. . . 464 

. . . 200 


. . . 285 


. . . 577 


. . . 680 


. . . 528 


. . . 740 

. . . 306 


. . . 671 

. . . 784 


. . . 655 

. . . 35 

. . . 398 

, . . 317 


. . . 619 

. . . 1 


. . . 453 

CHESTERFIELD, EARX. or .... 35'^ 

CHILD, LYDIA MABIA , . . . - 5$i* 


CHORLEY, HENRY F. ...... 667 


CHURCH, BENJAMIN, note ... 513 



COLLEY, note ..... J2SW 



CLARKE, JOHN, note 5tJ8 


CLAY, HENRY, note ...... 50f 






S. TAYLOR, note . . . 4BI 

COLLINS, WILLIAM ...... 3$> 




CONSTABLE, HENRY, note . . . . 4M 

CONSTANT, HENRY B. ..... 80tJ 

COOK, ELIZA ........ 054 

COOPER, J. FENIMORS, note . . . 580 

CORNUEL, MADAMS, note .... 740 


COWLBY, ABRAHAM ...... 260 

COWPER, WILLIAM ...... 413 



CRANPIELD, note . 210 



CRISTYNB, note . 1"2 

CROCKETT, I)AVII> ....... f*52 

CROKBR, JOHN W. t note ..... 1284 

CUNNINGHAM, ALLAW . . . . 537 

CURRAN, JOHN F. . 855 

CURTIUS, QuiNTua, note . . * 20 


D 7 ABRANTBS, MADAMS, note . . . 718 

DALRYMPLX, SIR JOHN, note . . 560 



DANTE 769 

DANTON, note ......... 28 

DARWIN, CHARLES ...... 62*2 


ERASMUS, nnte ... 4'3S 


DA VIE, ADAM, no! ft SKI 





DA VIES, Sra JOHN 175 




DEBRETT, JOHN, note 432 


DE CAUX, note 39(5 




Da LA FERTE, note 430 

,Dis LIGNE 803 


DEMODOCUS, /iote 400 

DE MORGAN, note 290 





DE QUINCBY, note 305 





DICKMAN, FRANKLIN J., note ... 589 




DlONYSIUS THE ELDER . . . -. - 700 


Dix, JOHN A . , . 078 


DODSLEY, ROBERT ...... 671 


.DONNE, JOHN . . 177 







WILLIAM, note . . 170 





DUNCOMBE, Lr-wis, note 

D'UHFKY, note . . , ' 348 



DYER, JOHN 3<r>8 


EASTWICK, note 43' 

EDGEWORTH, MARIA, note .... 283 







ELLIS, GEORGE, note 175 



RALPH WALDO, note . . 511 




ERASMUS, note 3, 5, 210, 720 



iiii'iDiis, note 277 

EVERETT, DAVID ....... 459 




FARQUHAR, GEORGE ...... 305 

FJBNELON, note 353 





PITZ-GEPFREY, CHARLES, note . - 305 




FLETCHER, PHINEAS, note .... 327 


FORD, JOHN , 070 




FOURNIBR, note ....... 310 

Fox, CHARLES J., note 304 

Fox, JOHN, note ....... 484 


FRANOK, RICHARD, note . . . 






THOMAS, note 484 

GAGE, THOMAS, note 41)5 




SAMUEL, note 181 

GASCOIGNE, GEORGE, note .... 10 

GAY, JOHN 347 





GETTY, REV. DR., note ..... 631 

GIBBON, EDWARD ....... 430 




GOLDSMITH, OLIVER . . . . . . 394 

OLIVER, note . . 310, 592 


GORGIAS, note 578 

GOSSON, STEPHEN, note 731 

GOWER, JOHN, note 13 


GRANGER, JAMES, note 395 



GRAVES, RICHARD . . . . . . . 672 

RlCHARD,72.0fe 295 


GREEN, MATTHEW ....... 354 


GREENE, ROBERT, note 190 

GRESWELL, note . 332 

GREVJLLE, MRS. ....... 389 

GRIFFIN, GERALD . . . . . ^. . 678 

GUALTIBR, PHILIPPE, note ... . 64 

GTTARINI, note 495 


HAKEWILL, GEORGE . . . . . . . 683 

GEORGE, note .... 169 

HALE, EDWARD E. ...... 681 






JAMES 0., note . . . 596 

HAwnr.TON, ALEXANDER, note . . . 532 

HAMMOND, J. H. ..... .. . 678 

HANNAH, J., note . 22 

HARE, JULIUS, note ...... 268 





HAWKER, ROBERT . ... . . . 674 

HAWKER, ROBERT S., note . . . . 687 

HAYES, EDWARD, note 588 



HEBER, REGINALD, ...... 535 

HBGGE, ROBERT, note ..... 181 


HBNAULT, note ........ 325 

HKNDYNG, note 7 

HENRY, MATHEW . . ... . 282 

, PATRICK , 429 




HERODOTUS, note 696, 807 






HILL, AARON , 313 


HIPPOCRATES . , ' 700 


HOFFMAN, CHARLES F. ..... t>78 









HOPKINS, CHARLES, note .... 581 





HOWARD, SAMUEL . . . " . . . . 672 
HOWELL, JAMES, note . , 191, 208, 581 

HOWITT, MARY . . . . . . . 505 



DAVID, note .... 593,685 

HtrNT, LEIGH 53$ 







JAMES, G. P. R . . 678 

JAMES, PAUL M. ....... 528 

JEFFERSON, THOMAS . . . . . . 434 

JEFFERYS, CHARLES . . . ... . 611 




SAMUEL, note . . 185, 294 5 711 





KEBLE, JOHN ........ 5fg 





KEMBLE, J. P 445 




KENRICK, WILLIAM, note . . . .'450 



KEY, T. H., note 560 

KING, WILLIAM, note 217 



KNIGHT, CHARLES, note 616 

KNOLLES, RICHARD, note .... 267 



KOTZEBUE, VON ....'... 805 



CHARLES, note 274 


LANGFORD, G-. W. . . . . . . .683 




LEE, HENRY . - 445 




LE SAGE 800 







LIVY, note . . 13 

LLOYD, DAVID, note 310 

LOCKHART, JOHN G-. ...... 677 

JOHN G-., note . , 427, 490 









LUCRETIUS . . . . . . . . . 706 

LUDGATB, JOHN, note 5 






THOMAS B., note, 332, 610, 855 




JAMES, note .... 291 




LORD, note .... 364, 474 




MARKHAM, GERVASE, note . x . . . 187 


MARMION, SHAKERLY, note .... 171 






McMASTER, JOHN B., note . ... 435 

MAULE 857 


MELCHIOR, note ....... 171 

MENANDER, note 390 


MBURIER, GABRIEL, note .... 80 



MIDDLETON, THOMAS . . . . . . 172 







MOLIERE , .797 

MONNOYH:, BERNARD DE LA, note . 400 


MARY WORTLEY, note . 461 









MORE, SIR THOMAS, note . . .30,100 

MORELL, THOMAS, note 281 

MORGAN, M. H .860 




Moss, THOMAS 433 










NAPIER, Sm W. F. P. . . . . . 537 


NAPOLEON, Louis 810 






NORTHBROOKB, note ...... 17 



O'HARA, THEODORE . . . . , . 681 


O'BjBLLEY, CAPTAIN . . . , , . 855 



OLIPHANT, THOMAS, note .... 685 

OMAR KHAYYAM . ... ... . . . . 7G8 

O'MEARA, BARRY E. ..... 675 

ORRERY, ROGER B., note .... 258 

ORTIN, JOB, note . . . . ' . . 359 



OVID ........... 707 

OXENSTEERN, flOtt . 195 


PAINE, THOMAS . . . . . . . 431 

. THOMAS, note 605 

PALEY, WILLIAM . '. . . . . . 673 


PARDOE, JULIA . 680, 860 




PASCAL . . 798 

PASCAL, note, 169 

PAYNE, J. HOWARD . . . . . . . 568 

PEELE, G-EORGE , . . . 24, 184, 530 


PERCY, THOMAS ... . . . . 404 

PERRY, OLIVER H. ...... 676 

PBRSHJS, -ote . . . . . , 188,305 

PETRARCH, note . .... . . 295 



Prnxipa, JOHN . . . . . . . . 671 

PHILLIPS, CHARLES . . . . . . 677 

PHILLIPS, WENDELL . ... . . 641 






PIOZZI, MADAME, note . . . 500, 8CG 

PITT, EARL or CHATHAM .... :iG4 



PLATO, note 317 





PLUTARCH . . 722 

POE, EDGAR A. . 640 



POMPADOUR, MADAME DE, note . . 205 

POPE, ALEXANDER ...... 314 






POWELL, SIR JOHN ...... 278 

PRAED, WlNTHROP M. ..... 5 ( J5 


PRIOR, JAMES, note 412 


PROCLUS, note 740, 811 








QUITARD, note, 170 


RACINE, note 391, 704 




RANDALL, K. S. ....... 59 

RANKE, LEOPOLD, note. 770 


RASPE, note 739 


RAY, WILLIAM, nole 216 

RHODES, WILLIAM B. ..... 388 

RICHARDS, AMELIA B., note . . . 538 










Rows, NICHOLAS 301 

ROYDON, MATHEW ...... 23 


RUSSELL, W. S 860 



SAL A, GEORGE A., note 4C3 

SALES, SAINT FRANCIS DE, note . . 372 


SALLUST, note . . 107 


SANDYS, SIR EDWIN, note .... 314 



SCARRON, note 210 



SCHILLER .......... 804 


SIR WALTER, note .... 852 







SELVAGGI, note . . 271 

SENECA . 714 

SE"VIGNE, MADAME DE, note . 740, 801 



SEWARD, THOMAS, note 189 



SHAFTESBURY, EARL OP, note ... 578 





PERCY B., note .... 592 


SHERES, SIR HENRY, note .... 13 












SMITH, ADAM ..;..,. 858 


SMITH, CAPTAIN JOHN, note . . . 495 

SMITH, EDMUND, note 333 







SMYTH, WILLIAM, note 391 

SOCRATES, note 63 

SOMERVILLE, WlLLIAM, note . . . 314 


SOPHOCLES, note 593 

SORBD3NNE, note 286 

SOUTH, ROBERT, note 310 


SOUTHEY, ROBERT ..... 506, 853 
SOUTHWELL, ROBERT, note .... 22 

SPARKS, JARBD, note 717 





STAEL, MADAME DB, note . . 174, 807 



STERNE, LAURENCE ...... 378 





STOLBERG, CHRISTIAN, note ... 503 


STOUGHTON, WILLIAM . . . . . 2<>6 



SUETONIUS, note 307 









TAYLOR, JANE and ANN .... 534 
TAYLOR, JEREMY, note , . , 169, 193 


JOHN, note 20" 







THEOBALD, Louis . . . . . 

. . 352 

THEOCRITUS, note . " . . . . 

. . 349 

. . GD4 


. . 070 

. . 355 


. . 432 

. . 72G 


. . 420 

. . 10G 


. . 313 

. . 2C5G 

TITUS, COLONEL, note . . . 

. . 352 

. . 4G3 


. . 707 


. . 432 


. . 34 

. . 380 


. . 439 


. . 858 


. . 070 


. . G40 


. . 20 


. . 80G 


. 707 

TJSTERI, J. M. . . . . . . 

. 805 


. G22 


. 684 


. 364 


. 078 

YARRO, note ....... 

. 1G7 


. 2G3 


. 803 

YEGETIUS, note . . . . . . 

. 425 

YENNING, RALPH ... . . . 

. 262 


. 769 

YIRGIL, note ..... 185, 

720, 810 

YOLNEY, note ....... 

. 592 


. 800 

Yoss, J. H., note 

. 811 

WADE, J. A. 

. 594 


. 265 .' 

WALLACE, HORACE B., note . . 

. 361 ' 


. 219 * 


. 389 " 

HORACE, note . . . 

. 592 


. 304 

SIR ROBERT, note . . 

. 592 . 


WALTON, IZAAK ....... auti 

349 j WARBURTON, THOMAS ..... *VU 


WARD, THOMAS ....... 85? 



WATSON, WILLIAM . ..... 855 

WATTS, ISAAC ...... , . &H 

WEBSTBR, DANIEL ...... ^*'J 

WEBSTER, JOHN ....... 18U 

WELBY, AMELIA B ..... . . U8l 




WESLEY, JOHN ........ && 

WHETSTONE, GEORGE, notf .... 14 


WHITE, HENRY KIRKB, note . , . 5SI2 
WHITTIER, JOHN G ..... . . tU8 

WIGHT, REZIN A ...... , , 854 

WILDE, RICHARD H ....... 077 

WILLARD, EMMA ....... 070 

WILLIAMS, HKLKN M. ..... 674 

WILLIAMS, ROGER ....... aspft 


NATHANIEL P., note , . , 580 

WILSON, JOHN, note .*,.. 558 
WILSON, MRS. G. B ....... 077 

WINSLOW, EDWARD, note .... 283 

', JOHN ... C7Q 
WINTHROP, ROBERT C ...... 638 

WITHER, GEORGE ...,.,. I$0 
WOLCOT, JOHN ....... ,431 

WOLFE, CHARLBS ....... 5C& 

WOLFB, JAMES ... ..... <J7$ 




WROTHBR, Miss ....... rxj 

WYCHBRLEY, WILLIAM, note * . 4fla 

YALDEN, THOMAS, note **...) 81 
YONGE, NICHOLAS, note . . * . . 7H 
YOITNO, EDWARD ....... 300 

YOUNG, SIR JOHN, note ..... JT7 

ZAMOYSKI, JAN ...,.. 810 
ZotrcH, THOMAS, note ..... 3D& 


















MENAGIANA, note 793 








THE EXAMINER, MAY 31, 1829, note 313 

THE MOCK ROMANCE, note .217 

THE NATION, note 6 j 





(From the text of Tyrwhitt.) 

that April with his shoures sote 
The droughte of March hath perced to the rote. 

Canterbury Tales. Prologue, Lint JL 

And smale f oules maken melodie, 

That slepen alle night with open eye, 

So priketh hem nature in hir corages ; 

Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages. Line 9, 

And of his port as meke as is a mayde. Line 69., 

He was a veray parfit gentil knight. Line ;& 

He coude songes make, and wel endite. Line 96., 

Ful wel she sange the service devine, 

Entuned in hire nose ful swetely ; 

And Freiiche she spake ful fayre and fetisly, 

After the scole of Stratford atte bowe, 

For Frenche of Paris was to hire unknowe, n ne 22%. 

A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also. xne m, 

For him was lever han at his beddes hed 
A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, 
Of Aristotle, and his philosophic, 
Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie. 
But all be that he was a philosophre, 
Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. zi 29^. 



And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. 

Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Lint 310, 

Nowher so besy a man as lie ther n 7 as, 

And yet he semed besier than he was. Line 323. 

His studie was but litel on the Bible. Lint 4$o. 

For gold in phisike is a cordial ; 

Therefore he loved gold in special. Line 44$. 

Wide was his parish, and houses fer asondei, Line 493. 

This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf, 
That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught. 

Li ne 4&& 

But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, 

He taught ; but first he f olwed it himselve. Line & 

And yet he had a thomb of gold parde. 1 Un& s#5. 

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 f einen 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. JLine iQ4** 

That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears, a Line m** 
Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie. 

1 In allusion to the proverb, "Every honest miller has a golden thumb.** 

2 Fieldes have eies and woodes have eares. HETWOOI>: Provcrbt*. 
part 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. 44ff. 

?o maken vertue of necessite, 1 Line 3044< 

bid brought of mighty ale a large quart. 

The Milleres Tale. Line 3497 

Cher n' is no werkman whatever he be, 
Dhat may both werken wel and hastily. 2 
Phis wol be done at leisure parfitly. 8 

The Marchantes Tale.' Line 585. 

fet in our ashen cold is fire yreken. 4 

The Reves Prologue. Line 3880, 

Che gretest clerkes ben not the wisest men. 

TJie Reves Tale. Line 4051, 

5o was hire joly whistle wel ywette. Line 4153. 

In his owen grese I made him frie. 5 Line 606& 

Ind for to see, and eek for to be seie. 6 

The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6134, 

i Also in Troilus and Cresseide, line 1587. 

To make a virtue of necessity. SHAKESPEARE/: Two Gentlemen of 
Veronctj act iv. sc. 2. MATTHEW HENRY : Comm. on Ps. xxxvii. DRYDKN : 
?alamon and Arcite. 

In the additions of Hadrianus Julius to the Adages of Erasmus, he re- 
narks, under the head of Necessitate edere, that a very familiar proverb 
TO current among his countrymen, " Necessitatem in virtutem commu- 
are " (To make necessity a virtue). 

Laudem virtutis necessitati damus (We give to necessity the praise of 
rirtue). QUINTILIAN: Inst. Orat. i, 8. 14. 
3 Haste makes waste. HE t WOOD : Proverbs, part i. chap. u. 

Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently. FUBUUS SYRUS : 
Maxim 357. 

8 Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or 
axactness of beaut v. PLUTARCH : Life of Pericles. 

* E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. GRAY : Ehg^ Stanza 23. 

* Frieth in her own grease. HEYWOOD: Proverbs, part i. chap. xi. 

* To see and to be seen. BEN JONSON: Epillialamionj st. Hi. line 4, 
GOLDSMITH: Citizen of the World, letter 71. 

Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ippse (They come to see ,' 
they come that they themselves may be seen). OVID: The 


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 

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 Tal*. Line G6S5- 

That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis.* Une 6762~ 

This flour of wifly patience. 

Tht Clerkes Tale. Part v. Lint 8797- 

They demen gladly to the badder end. 

The Squicret Tale. Line 2Q53$~ 

Therefore behoveth him a ful long spone, 

That shall eat with a fend. 8 Line IGQW* 

Fie on possession, 
But if a man be vertuous withal. 

The Frankdeines Prologue, Lint 1Q&98* 

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. 

The, Frankeleines Tale. Line H789~ 

Full wise is he that can himselven knowe. 4 

The Monkes Tale. Linf 144$. 

1 Consider the little mouse, how sagacious an animal it is which never 
entrusts his life to one hole only. PLAUTUS : Truculentus, act t>. sc, 4,. 

The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole 
Can never be a mouse of any soul. 

POPE : Paraphrase, of the Proloffftfj lim 288, 

2 Handsome is that handsome does. GOLDSMITH: Vicar of WakfJitM^ 
chap. i. 

8 Hee must have a long spoon, shall eat with the devill, HEY wool* : 
Proverbes, part H. chap. v. 

He must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. SHAKK- 
SPEARE : Comedy of Errors, act iv. sc. 3. 

* 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. 


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 
JSTe is no gold, as I have herd it told. 2 

The Chanones "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 

Persones 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 infortune is this, 

A man that hath been in prosperite, 

.And it remember whan it passed is. Boole m. Line 

1 Murder, though -it have no tongue, will speak 
With most miraculous organ. 

SHAKKSPKAKK : Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2. 

* Tyrwhitt says this is taken from the Parnbolae of ALANUS DM INSULIS, 
who died in 1204, Non teneas aurum tot urn quod splendet ut aurum (D 
not hold everything as gold which shines like gold). 

All is not golde that outward shevrith bright. LYDGATB : On the 
Mutability of Human Affairs. 

Gold all is not that doth golden peem. SPENSKKS Faerie Queene, 
book ii, canto viii. st. 14 f --'"' 

All that glisterrt'fsrtiot gold. SHAKESPEARE: Merchant of Venice^ 7. GOOGE: figlogs, etc., 1563, HKRBKRT: Jncufa Prudentwn. 
All is not gold tbatglisteneth. MIDDLKTON: A Fair Quarrel, verm? 1. 
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold, DKYDKN: The Hind and 
the Panther. 

Que tout n'est pas or c'on voit luire (Everything is not gold that one 
sees shining), Li Diz defreire .Denise Cordelier, circa 1300. 
8 Many small make a great HEYWOOD: Proverbes part i, chap. ari. 
4 Of two evils the less is always to be chosen. THOMAS A KEMPIS: 
Imitation of Christ, boolc ii. chap. xii. HOOKER : Polity, book v, chap. Ixxx*. 
Of two evils I have chose the least. PRIOR : Imitation of Horace 
E duobus mails minimum eligendum (Of two evils, the least should ba 
<ihosen). ERASMUS* Adages. CICERO: De Officiis, Hi. Jf. 


He helde about Mm alway, out of drede, 
A world of folke. 

Canterbury Tales. Troilus and Creseide. Book Hi. Line 1721* 

One eare it heard, at the other out it went. 1 

Book w. Line 435+ 

Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.' 2 Line 525. 
I am right sorry for your heavinesse. Book . Line 140. 
Go, little booke ! go, my little tragedie ! Lim ir<M* 

Your duty is, as ferre as I can gesse. 

The Court of Low. Line 178, 

The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne, 8 
Th 7 assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering. 

The Assembly ofFowle*. Line 1. 

For out of the old fieldes, as men saithe, 

Cometh al this new come fro yere to yere ; 

And out of old bookes, in good faithe, 

Cometh al this new science that men lere. Line 22, 

Nature, the vicar of the Almightie Lord. Line 379. 

little booke, thou art so unconning, 

How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede ? 

The Flower and the Leaf. Line 50. 

Of all the floures in the mede, 
Than love I most these floures white and rede, 
Soch that men callen daisies in. our toun. 

Prologue of the Legend of Good Women. Line 41 

That well by reason men it call may 

The daisie, or els the eye of the day, 

The emprise, and floure of floures all. Line is& 

For iii may keep a counsel if twain be away.* 

The Ten Commandments of Love * 

1 Went in at the tojie eare and out at the tother. HEYWOOB : jProrf rbi / t 
part ii. chap. ix. 

2 This wonder lasted nine dales. HBYWOQD : Proverbe$, part . 
chap. i. 

s Ars longa, vita brevis (Art is long : life is brief). HIPPOCRATES : 
Aphorism i. 

* Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away. HEYWOOB : Prowsrfos, 
part ii. chap, v. 


THOMAS 1 KEMPIS. 1380-1471. 
Man proposes, "but God disposes. 1 

Imitation of Christ. Boole i. Chap. 29. 

And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of 
mind. 2 Chap. 23. 

Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen. 8 

Book Hi. Chap. 12, 

JOHN EOETESCUE. Circa 1395-1485. 

Moche Oye and no Wull. 4 De Laudibus Leg. Anylw. Chap. , 

Comparisons are odious. 6 

1 This expression is of much greater antiquity. It appears in the 
Chronicle of JBattel 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. GOOGB : Egloys. 1563. 

And out of mind as soon as out of sight. 

Lord BROOKE : Sonnet Ivf. 
Fer from eze, fer from herte, 
Quoth Hendyng. 

HENDYNG : Proverbs, MSS. 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 Cornwall**, 1C>13. 

On page 19 of The Private Correspondence of fMdy Cvmwallis, Sir 
Nathaniel Bacon speaks of the owlde proverbe, ic Out of sighte, out of 

8 See Chaucer, page 5. 

4 All cry and no wool. BUTLER : JTudibras, part i, canto i, line 852. 
6 CERVANTES : Don Quixote (Lockhart's ed.)j p&rt ** chap. i. LYLY : 
Euphues, 1580. MAKLOWE : Lust's Dominion, act Hi, sc. 4, BURTON : 
Anatomy of Melancholy, part Hi. sec. 3. THOMAS HEYWOOD : A Woman 
"killed with Kindness (first ed. in 1607), act i. sc. jf. DONNE : Elegy, viii* 
HERBERT : Jacula Prudentum. GRANGE : Gulden Aphrodite. 

Comparisons are odorous. SHAKESPEARE : Much Ado about Nothing 
act Hi. sc. 5. 


JOHlsr SKELTOK Circa 1460-1529. 

There is nothynge that more dyspleaseth God, 
Than from theyr children to spare the rod. 1 

Maynyfycence. Line 1954. 

He ruleth all the roste. 2 Why Come, ye not to Courts Line lit*. 
In the Spight Of his teeth. 8 Colyn Cloute. Line MM. 

He knew what is what. 4 Line nor>. 

By hoke ne by croke. 5 Line IMO. 

The wolf e from the dore. Line i&u. 

Old proverbe says, 
That byrd ys not honest 
That fyleth hys owne nest. 6 Poems against Garmscte* 

JOHN HEYWOOD. 7 Circa 1565. 

The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, 

As sages in all times assert ; 

The happy man 7 s without a shirt. Be Merry 

1 He that spareth the rod hateth his son. Provevbs xiii, 24. 

They spare the rod and spoyl the child. RALPH VENNINO: 
umd Revelations (second ed.), p. 5. 164^. 

Spare the rod and spoil the child. BUTLER: Hudibras, pt. ii. c, i. L 843. 

* Kule the rest. HEYWOOD: Proverbes, part i. chap. v. 

Her that ruled the rost. THOMAS HEYWOOD : History of Women, 
Rules the roast. JONSON, CHAPMAN, MARSTON : Eastward //", fl0f 

. sc. 7, SHAKESPEARE: 2 Henry VI. act t. *c. 7. 
8 In spite of my teeth. MIDDT.RTON: A Trick to catch the Old One t 

act i. sc. 2. FIELDING : Eurydice Hissed. 

* He knew what J s what. BUTLER: IJudibras, part i. canto i. tine 14Q* 
6 In hope her to attain by hook or crook. SPENSER : Faerie Qit? f r<s f 

boolc Hi. canto i, st. 17. 

6 It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest. HEY wooi>: Prwerbtt, 
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 thft edition <f 
1562 is, John ffeywoodes Woorkes. A Dialogue conteyning the. number of 
the effectual} proverbes in the English tounge, compact in a, matffr amcerfr- 
ynae two maner of Maryaaes, etc. The selection here given is from th* 
edition oi 3874 (a reprint of 1598), edited by Julian Sharman. 


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. The Green Willow. 

Haste niaketh waste. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. M\ 

Beware of, Had I wist. 2 iind. 

Good to be merie and wise. 8 ibid. 

Beaten with his owne rod. 4 ibid. 

Look ere ye leape. 5 ibid. 

He that will not when he may, 

When he would he shall have nay.* Chap. m. 

The fat is in the fire. 7 Ibid. 

i Let the world slide. Towneley Mysteries, p. 201 (1420). SHAKESPEAKH: 
Turning of the Shrew, indue. 1. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : Wit without 
Money, act v. sc. 2. 

* A common exclamation of regret occurring in Spenser, Harrington, 
and the older writers. AD earlier instance of the phrase occurs in th 
Towneley Mysteries. 

8 'T is good to be merry and wise. JONSON, CHAPMAN, MARSTONI 
Eastward Ho t act i. sc. 1. BUKNS : Mere '$ a health to them that 's awa'. 

* don fust 

C'on tint souvent est-on batn. 
(By his own stick the prudent one is often beaten.) 

Roman du Itenart, circa 1300. 

5 Look ere thou leap. In Totters Miscellany, 1557 ; and in Tusser's 
Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, Of \Vivinytm-lThriviny. 1573. 
Thou shouldat have looked before thou hadst leapt. JONSON, ' 
MAN, MARSTON: Eastward 77o, act v. sc. 1. 

Look before you ere you leap. BUTLER : Hudibras, pt. it. c. ii. 1. 502. 
He that will not when he may, 
When he will he shall have nay. 

BUUTON: Anatomy of Melancholy, pt. Hi. 

sec. 2, mem. 5, subs. 5. 
He that wold not when he might, 
He shall not when he wolda. 

The Baffled Knight. PERCY: 
t All the fatt s in the fire. MARSTON : What You Will. 1607. 


When the sunne shineth, make hay. 

Proverbes. Part I. Chap. Hi. 

When the iron is hot, strike. 1 Ibid. 

The tide tarrieth no man. 2 Ibid. 

Than catch and hold while I may, fast binde, fast finde. 8 


And while I at length debate and beate the bush, 
There shall steppe in other men and catch the burdes. 4 


While betweene two stooles my taile goe to the ground. 5 


So many heads so many wits. 6 ibid. 

Wedding is destiny, 
And hanging likewise. 7 

1 You should hammer your iron when It is glowing hot. 
SYEUS : Maxim 262. 

Strike whilst the iron is hot. RABELAIS : book ii. chap. xxxi. WEB- 
STER: Westward, Hoe. Tom A? Lincoln*. FARQUHAR: The JBeatKc 1 Strat- 
agem, iv. 1. 

2 Hoist up saile while gale doth last r 
Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure. 

ROBERT SOUTHWELL : St. Peter's Complaint. 75P 
Nae man can tether time or tide. BURNS : Tarn O'Shanter. 

s Fast bind, fast find ; 
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. 

SHAKESPEARE : Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 5. 
Also -in Jests of Scogin. 1565. , 

* It is this proverb which Henry V. is reported to have uttered at the 
siege of Orleans. "Shall I beat the bush and another take the bird ?** 
said King Henry. 

6 Entre deux arcouns chet cul a terre (Between two stools one sits on the 
ground). Les Proverbes dd VUain, MS. Bodleian. Circa 1303. 

S'asseoir entre deux selles le cul a terre (One falls to the ground in 
trying to sit on two stools). RABELAIS : book i. chap. ii. 

6 As many men, so many minds. TERENCE : Phonnio^ u. #. 

As the saying is, So many heades, so many wittes. QUEEN ELIZA- 
BETH: Godly Meditacyon of the Christian Sowle. 1548. 

So many men so many mindes. -T-GASCOIGNK: Glass of Government. 

7 Hanging and wiving go by destiny. The Schole-hous for WtfM&&* 
1541. SHAKESPEARE : Merchant of Venice, act 2. sc. 9. 

Marriage and hanging go by destiny ; matches are made in heaven. 
BURTON I Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. #, mem. 5, sub*. 5. 


Happy man, happy dole. 1 Proverbes. Part i. chap. t& 

God never sends th ? mouth, but he sendeth meat. chap. . 
Like will to like. /^ 

A hard beginning maketh a good ending. /^. 

When the skie faith we shall have Larkes.* ibid, 

More f rayd then hurt. JM& 

Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone. 8 jbid. 
Nothing is impossible to a willing hart. iud, 

The wise man sayth, store is no sore. chap, v. 

Let the world wagge, 4 and take mine ease in myne Inne.* 


Rule the rost. 6 jud. 

Hold their noses to grinstone. 7 ibid. 

Better to give then to take. 8 ibid. 

When all candles bee out, all cats be gray. ibid. 

No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth. 9 ibid. 

1 Happy man be his dole. SHAKESPEARE : Merry Wives, act Hi. sc. 4; 
Winter's Tale, act i. sc. 2. BUTLER : ffudibras, part i. canto Hi. line 168. 

2 Si les nues tomboyent esperoyt prendre les alouettes (If the skies fall, 
one may hope to catch larks). RABELAIS : book i. chap. x-L 

8 To cast beyond the moon, is a phrase in frequent use by the old writers. 
LYLY : Euphues, p. 78. THOMAS HEYWOOD : A Woman Killed with 

* Let the world slide. SHAKESPEARE : Taming of the Shrew, ind. 1; 
and, Let the world slip, ind. 2. 

6 Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ?- SHAKESPEARE: 1 Henry 
XV, act iii. sc. 2. 

6 See Skelton, page 8. SHAKESPEARE: 2 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1. 
THOMAS HEYWOOP: History of Women. 

7 Hold their noses to the grindstone. MIDDLETON : Blurt, frf aster- 
Const able, act Hi. sc. 3. 

8 It is more blessed to give than to receive. John xx. 35. 

9 This proverb occurs in Rabelais, -book i. chap. xi. ; in Vulgaria Stam- 
brigi) circa 1510 ; in Butler, part i. canto i. line 490. Archbishop Trench says 
this proverb is certainly as old as Jerome of the fourth century, who, when 
some found fault with certain writings of his, replied that they were free-will 
offerings, and that it did not behove to look a gift horse in the mouth. 


I perfectly feele even at iny fingers end. 1 

Proverbes. Part s. Chap, 

A sleveless errand. 2 chap. 

We both be at our wittes end. 8 chap, 

Beckeners without their host must recken twice. / 
A day after the faire. 4 J 

Cut my cote after my cloth. 5 / 

The neer to the church, the further from God. e chap. 
'Now for good lucke,, cast an old shooe after me. 
Better is to bow then breake. 7 
It hurteth not the toung to give faire words.* 
Two heads are better then one. 
A short horse is soone currid. 9 ckap, 

To tell tales out of schoole. /$ 

To hold with the hare and run with the hound. 10 

1 RABELAIS: book iv. chap. Hv. At my fingers* ends. SHAKES* EAI.I, : 
Twelfth Niyht, act i. sc. 3. 

2 The origin of the word "sleveless," in the sense of unprofitable, has 
defied the most careful research. It is frequently found allied to other 
substantives. Bishop Hall speaks of the "sleveless tale of transubstanti- 
ation," and Milton writes of a "sleveless reason." Chaucer uses it in tht 
Testament of Love, SHARMAN. 

8 At their wit's end. Psalm ctn't. 27. 

4 THOMAS HEYWOOD : If you Icnow not me, etc., 1605, TAKUTOM : 
Jests, 1611. 

5 A relic of the Sumptuary Laws. One of the earliest instances occurs, 
1530, in the interlude of Godly Queene Htstir. 

6 Qui est prfcs de Wglise est souvent loin de Dieu (He who i* near tb 
Church is often far from God). Lcs Proverbes Communs. Circa 1000. 

7 Rather to bowe than breke is profitable; 
Humylite is a thing commendable. 

The Morale Proverbs of Criftyne; translated from 
the French (1390) by Earl Rivers, and printed 
by Caxton in 1478. 

Fair words never hurt the tongue. JOKSOH, CHAPMAN, 
Eastward ffo, act iv. sc J. 
g FLETCHER : Valentinian, act w. sc. 1, 

10 HUMPHREY ROBERT: Complaint for Reformation, 1572. 
Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), p. 107. 


She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring. 1 

Proverbes. Parti. Chap. x. 

All is well that endes well. 2 /#& 

Of a good beginning cometh a good end. 8 ibid. 

Shee had seene far in a milstone.* /^. 

Better late than never. 5 /$#. 

When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre. 6 md. 

Pryde will have a fall ; 
For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after. 7 jbid. 

She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth. 8 


The still sowe eats up all the draffe. 9 MM, 

111 weede growth fast. 10 ibid. 

1 Neither fish nor flesh, nor good red herring. SIB H. SHERES : Satyr 
on the Sea Officers. TOM BKOWJN : jEneut Sylvius* s Letter. DKYDEN : 
Epilogue to the Duke of Guise. 

2 Si finis bonus est, totum'bonum erit (If the end be well, all will be well). 
Gestcc Romanorum. Tale ixvii. 

8 Who that well his warke beginneth, 
The rather a good ende he winneth. 

GOWER : Confessio Amanti*. 
* LTLY : t Euphues (Arber's reprint), p. 288. 

5 TUSSER : Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, An Habitation 
Enforced. BUNYAJI : Pilgrim's Progress. MATHEW HENRY : Commenta- 
ries, Matthew oxcL MURPHY : The School for Guardians. 

Potius sero quam nunquam (Rather late than never). LIVY: iv. ii. 11. 
8 Quant le cheval est eniblc 5 . dounke ferrne fols Testable (When the horse 
has been stolen, the fool shuts the stable). Les Proverbes del Vilain. 

7 Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. 
Proverbs xvi. 18. 

Pryde goeth before, and shame cometh behynde. Treatise of a Gallant. 
Circa 1510. 

8 She looks as if butter would not melt in her mouth. SWIFT : Polite 

9 'T is old, but true, still awine eat all the draff. SHAKESPEARE: Merry 
Wives of Windsor, act iv. sc. 2. 

10 Ewyl weed ys sone y-growe. MS. Harleian, circa 1490. 

An ill weed grows apace. CHAPMAN : An Humorous Day's Mirth. 
Great weeds do grow apace. SHAKESPEARE : Richard III. act ii. sc. 4. 
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : The Coxcomb, act iv. sc. 4. 


It is a deere collop 
That is cut out of th' owne flesh. 1 

Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. 

Beggars should be no choosers. 3 ibid. 

Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill. 8 <?%>. *i. 
The rolling stone never gathereth mosse. 4 
To robbe Peter and pay Poule. 5 

A man may well bring a horse to the water, 
But he cannot make him drinke without he will. 

Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.* 

The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.* 

While the grasse groweth the horse starveth, 8 / 

1 God knows thou art a collop of my flesh. SHAKESPEARE : 
VI. act v. sc. 4. 

2 . Beggars must be no choosers. BEAUMONT AHD FLETCHER: Tke 
Scornful Lady, act v. sc. 3. 

8 pet coc is kene on his owne mixenne. J?e Ancren Riwle* Circa 12&Q. 
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 824. 
GOSSON : Ephtmerides of Phialo. MARSTON : The Fawn. 

Pierre volage ne queult mousse (A rolling stone gathers no moss). 
JDe t'hermite qui se desespera pour le larron que ala enparadis (want qn& Im, 
13th century. 

6 To rob Peter and pay Paul is said to have derived Its orfgm when, in 
the reign of Edward VI., the lands of St. Peter at Westminster were appro* 
priated to raise money 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 PVojwr, act 

iv. sc. 2. 

T Shakespeare alludes to this proverb in Macbeth : 
Letting I dare not wait upon I would, 
Like the poor cat i' the adage. 

Cat lufat visch, ac he nele his feth wete. MS. Trinity Cofog*, Cam- 
bridge, circa 1250. * 

Whylst grass doth grow, oft' sterves the seely steode. WHET8TOHE : 
Promos and Cassandra. 1578. 

While the grass grows 
The proverb is something musty. 

SHAKESPEARE: Samlet^ act m, *e. 4. 


Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood. 1 

Proverbes. Part i. Chap. i 

Borne was not built in one day. 

Yee have many strings to your bowe. 2 

Many small make a great. 8 

Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe. 


Better is half e a lofe than no bread. ibid. 

Nought venter nought have. 4 ibid. 

Children and f ooles cannot lye. 6 ibid. 

Set all at size and seven. 6 ibid. 

All is fish that comth to net. 7 ibid. 
Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife ? * ibid. 

One good turne asketh another. Ibid. 

By hooke or crooke. 9 ibid. 

* An earlier instance occurs in Heywood, in his "Dialogue on Wit and 
Folly," circa 1530. 

2 Two strings to his bow. HOOKER : Polity, book v. chap. Ixxx. CHAP- 
MAN : D'Ambois, act ii. sc. 3. BUTLER: ffudibras, part Hi. canto i. line 1. 
CHURCHILL: The Ghost, book iv. FIELDING: Love in Several Masques, sc. 19. 

8 See Chaucer, page 5. 

* Naught venture naught have. TUSSEB: Five Hundred Points of Gooct 
Husbandry. October Abstract. 

6 'Tis an old sa*v, Children and fooles speake true. LYLY : Endymion. 
Set all on sex and seven. CHAUCER : Troilus and Oresseide, book tv. 

tine 623; also Towneley Mysteries. 

At six and seven. SHAKKSPKARE : Richard II. act ii. sc. 2. 

7 All J s fish they get that cometh to net. TUSSER: Five Hundred Point* 
of Good Husbandry. February Abstract. 

Where all is fish that cometh to net. GASCOIGNE: Steele Glas. 1575. 

8 Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself. BURTON : Anatomy oj 
Melancholy. Dtmocritus to the Re<nler. 

9 This phrase derives its origin from the custom of certain manors where 
tenants are authorized to take fire-bote by hook or by crook; that is, so much 
of the underwood as may be cut with a crook, and so much of the loose tim- 
ber a* may be collected from the boughs by means of a hook. One of the 
earliest citations of this proverb occurs in John WyclinVs Controversial 
Tracts^ circa 1370. See Rkelton, page 8. RABELAIS : book v. chap, xm\ 
Du BARTAS: The Map of Man. SPENSER : Faerie Queene, book Hi. cantn 
i. st. 17. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : Women Pleased, act i. c. 3 


She frieth in her owne grease. 1 Prmerbes* Part f. Chap. 
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 us last night. 2 /&>/. 

But in deede, 
A friend is never knowne till a man have neede. /#,/, 

This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.* 

Part w. CItfip. i. 

New brome swepth cleene. 4 j^i 

All thing is the woorse for the wearing. /^. 

Burnt child fire dredth. 6 

All is not Gospell that thou doest speake/ 

Love me litle, love me long. 1 /^ 

A f ooles bolt is soone shot. 8 cfap. *. 

A woman hath nine lives like a cat. 9 chap. *. 

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 moruing some of the same liquor which he had 
drunk to excess over-night. 

8 See Chaucer, page 6. 

4 Ah, well I wot that anew broom e sweepeth cleane LYLT : Evpkue* 
(Arber's reprint), p. 89, 

Brend child fur dredth, 

Quoth Hendyng. 

. ' " ProverbsofHenflynff. tfSS. 

A burnt child dreadeth the fire. LYLY : Euphues (Arber*s reprint). 
p. 319. 

6 You do not speak gospel. RABELAIS : book i. chap, sctii. 

1 MARLOWE : Jew of Malta, act io. so. 6 BACON : Formularies. 

8 Sottes bolt is sone shote. Proverbs ofHendyng. MSS. 

9 It has been the Providence of Nature fo give* this creature nine lives 
instead of one. PILPAY : The Greedy and Ambitious Cat, fable m. B, c. 

1 LYLY: JZuphues (Arber's reprint), p. 80. 


YOU Stand in your OWlie light. Proverbes. Part *, Chap. iv. 

Though chaunge be no robbry. ibid. 

Might have gone further and have fared worse. ibid. 

The grey mare is the better horse. 1 ibid. 

Three may keepe Jounsayle, if two be away. 2 chap. v. 

Small pitchers have wyde eares. 8 ibid. 

Many hands make light warke. ibid. 

The greatest Olerkes be not the wisest men. 4 ibid. 

Out of Gods blessing into the warme Sunne. 5 ibid. 

There is no fire without some smoke. 6 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, 1550. The Marriage of True Wit and 
Science. BUTLER : ffudibras, part ii. canto i. line 698. FIELDING : The 
Grub 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. 1 SHAKESPEARE: 
Titus Andronicus, act iv. sc. 2. 

s Pitchers have ears. SHAKESPEARE : Richard III. act ii. sc. 4. 
* Soe Chaucer, page 3. 

6 Thou shalt come out of a warme sunne into Gods blessing. LYLY : 

Thou out of Heaven's benediction comest 
To the warm sun. 

SHAKESPEARE ; Lear, act ii, -sc. 2. 

Ther can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire. LYLY : 
Euphues (Arber's reprint), p. 153. 

7 One swallowe prouveth not that summer is neare. NORTHBROOKE: 
Treatise against Dancing. 1577. 

8 See Chaucer, page 2. 



It is a foule byrd that fyleth Ms owne nest. 1 

Provens. Part ii. Chap. * 

Have yee him on the hip. 2 /#,/, 

Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devil!. 3 


It had nee$ to bee 
A "wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare. 4 /&& 

Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre, 5 ;&u 

Time trieth troth in every doubt 6 MM 

Mad as a march hare. 7 /^ 

Much water goeth by the mill 
That the miller knoweth not of. 8 /^i^ 

He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.* 

Chtip. rft, 

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. 

8 See Chaucer, page 4. 

* A hardy mouse that is bold to breede 
In cattis eeris. 

Order of Poles. MS* circa, 148O. 

6 The same in Don Quixote (Lockhart's ed.), part i, 6ooJfc 111. cka^ t>. 
BUNYAN : Pilgrvnfs Progress. FLETCHER : The Wild-Goote CAcute, 
act iv. 5c. 3. 

6 Time trieth trulh. Tottel'* Miscellany, reprint 1887, p. 22L 

Time tries the troth in everything. TUSSBE : Fit* jffmdre-d Paint* 
of Good Husbandry. Author's Epistle, chap. i. 

7 I saye, thou madde March hare. SKELTON : JRfplyc&tion againti c&r* 
toyne yong scolers. 

More water glideth by the mill 
Than wots the miller of. 

SHAKESPEARE : Titus Andnmcwi> act ii *<\ 7 

* An earlier instance of this proverb occurs in Heywood* Johan lAe 
ffusbande. 1533. 

He must needs go whom the devil drives. SHAKESPEAKE ; All ** IT* II 
that Ends Well, acti. sc. 3. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, parti. &*>fc fa, 
chap. iv. GOSSON : JEphemerides of Phialo. PKKLK : M&mt/ /. 
10 Others set carts before the horses. RAUELAIS : book ti. ch*t>* aaa'i, 


The moe the merrier. 1 Proverbes. Part ii. 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. 

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, mii 

Who is so deafe or so blinde as is hee 

That wilfully will neither heare nor see ? e chap. tx. 

The wrong sow by th ? eare. 7 ibid. 

Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother. 8 ibid, 

Love me, love myjdog, 9 ibid* 


1 GASCOIGNE: Roses, 1575. Title of a Book of Epigrams, 1608. 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. SHAKESPEARE: 

2 Henry 1 V. act iv. sc. 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. mi. p. 346. 

* Jack Juffler, p. 46. RABELAIS : book i. chap. xi. BLACKLOCH : 
Hatchet of Heresies, 1565. BUTLER : Hudibras, part ii. canto Hi. line 263. 
6 What is bred in the bone will never come out of the flesh. PILPAT : 
The Two Fishermen, fable adv. 

It will never out of the flesh that 's bred in the bone. JONSON : Every 
Ufan in his Humour, act i. sc. 1. 

6 None so deaf as those that will not hear. MATHEW HENRY : Com- 
nentaries. Psalm Iviii. 

7 He has the wrong sow by the ear. JONSON : Every Man in kit 
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 et 
canem meum (Who loves me will love my dog also). Sermo Primus. 


An ill winde that bloweth no man to good. 1 

Proverbts. Part f. Chap, ix, 

For when I gave you an inch, you tooke an ell. 2 /&& 
Would yee both eat your cake and have your cake ? s 


Every man for himself e and God for us all. 4 /&v, 

Though he love not to buy the pig in the poke. 5 ibid 

This hitteth the naile on the hed. 6 chap. *; 
Enough is as good as a feast. 7 

THOMAS TTJSSER. 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 Dirt. 

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. w, & 

2 Give an inch, lie '11 take an ell. WEBSTER: Sir Thomas Wyatt, 

8 Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it? HERBERT : The Size. 
* Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all. BUKTOX ; 
Anatomy of Melancholy, part Hi. sec. L 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: bl\ til. ch. xxxi 
t^Dives and Pauper, 1493. GASCOIGNE : Poesies, 2575. POPE: iluracf 

book . Ep. mi. line 24. FIELDING : Covent Garden Tragedy act 9. tc. j. 
BICKEESTAFF : Love in a Village, .act Hi. sc. 1. 

8 God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks. JOHN TAYLOR - 
w/ .ii : p. 85 (1630). RAY: Proverbs. GAREICK: JEpi^ram on 


Such, mistress, sucli Man, 
Such master, such man. 1 

Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry 
April's Abstract. 

Who goeth a borrowing 

Goeth a sorrowing. June's Abstract* 

} T is merry in hall 

Where beards wag all. 2 August'* Abstract. 

Naught venture naught have. 8 October's Abstract. 

Dry sun ; dry wind ; 

Safe bind, safe find. 4 Washing 

EICHAED EDWAEDS. Circa 1523-1566. 
The f allyng out of faithfull frencls is the renuyng of loue. 6 

The Paradise of Dainty Devices. 

i On the authority of M. Cimber, of the Bibliotheque Royale, we owe 
this proverb to Chevalier Bayard': " Tel mattre, tel valet." 
2 Merry swithe it is in halle, 
When the beards waveth alle. 

Life of Alexander, 1312. 

This has been wrongly attributed to Adam Davie. There the line runs, 
Swithe mury hit is in halle, 
When burdes waiven alle. 
s See Hey wood, page 15. 

4 See Heywood, page 10. SHAKESPEAKE : Merchant of Venice, act 
u. sc. 5. 

s The anger of lovers renews the strength of love. PUBLIUS SYRUS : 
Maxim 24. 

Let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection. LYLY : 

The falling out of lovers is the renewing of love. BURTON : Anatomy 
of Melancholy, part Hi. sec. 2. 

Amantium iriB amoris integratiost (The quarrels of lovers are therenewaj 
of love). TERENCE : Andria, act Hi. sc. 5. 


EDWAED DYEB. Circa 1540-1607. 

My mind to me a kingdom is ; 

Such present" joys therein I find, 
That it excels all other bliss 

That earth affords or grows by kind : 
Though much I want which most would have, 
Yet still my mind forbids to crave. 

MS. RaicL 85 1 p t 17 / 

Some have too much, yet still do crave ; 

I little have, and seek no more : 
They are but poor, though much they have, 

And I am rich with little store : 
They poor, I rich ; they beg, I give ; 
They lack, I have ; they pine, I live. /$& 

BISHOP STILL (JOHN). 1543-4607. 

I cannot eat but little meat, 

My stomach is not good ; 
But sure I think that I can drink 

With him that wears a hood. 

Gammer Gurton's Needle** Act &, 

* There is a very similar but anonymous copy in the British Mnwnm. 
Additional MS. 15225, p. 85. And there is an imitation in J. Svlvester'0 
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. 

BYKJ> : Pslme$j Sonnet^ tie 
My mind to me an empire is, 
While grace affordeth health. 

ROBERT SOUTHWELL (1500-1505) : Lm * 

Mens regnum bona possidet (A good mind possesses a k'msrriom). 
SENECA : Thyestes, ii. 380. 

2 Stated by Dyce to be from a MS. of older date than Gammer 
Needle. See Skelton's Works (Dyce's ed.), vol. i. pp. vii-x, note. 


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 Gurtoris Needle. Act vi. 


The Lord descended from above 

And bow'd the heavens high ; 
And underneath his feet he cast 

The darkness of the sky. 

On cherubs and on cherubims 

Full royally he rode ; 
And on the wings of all the winds 

Came flying all abroad. 

A Metrical Version of Psalm citu 

MATHEW EOY.DOK Circa 1586. 

A sweet attractive kinde of grace, 
A full assurance given by lookes, 
Continuall comfort in a face 
The lineaments of Gospell bookes. 

An Elegie, ; or Friend's Passion for his A&trophilL. 1 

Was never eie did see that face, 

Was never eare did heare that tong, 
Was never minde did minde his grace, 
That ever thought the travell long ; 
But eies and eares and ev'ry thought 
Were with his sweete perfections caught. itM. 

1 This piece (ascribed to Spenser) was printed in The Pfianix' Nest, 4to t 
1693, where it is anonymous. Todd has shown that it was written by 
Mathew Koydon. 


SIB, EDWARD COKE. 1549-1634. 

The gladsome light of jurisprudence. 

Reason is the life of the law ; nay, the common law 
itself is nothing else but reason. . . . The law, which is 
perfection of reason. 1 /&w. 

Eor a man's house is his castle, et damns sua cuique 

tutissimum refugium? 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 vie* 

lence as for his repose. Semayntfs Case, 5 Rep. 92* 

They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be 
outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls. 

Case of Button's Ho^pUal^ 10 Rep, 32, 

Magna Charta is such a fellow that he will have no 

Sovereign. Debate in the Commons, May 17, 1623, 

Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, 
Four spend in prayer, the rest on Nature fix. 8 

Translation of lines quoted by Coke 

GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598. 

His golden locks time hath to silver turned ; 

time too swift ! swiftness never ceasing ! 
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, 

But spurned in vain ; youth waneth by encreasing, 

Sonnet. Polyhymnia* 

l Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not 
reason. SIR JOHN POWELL : Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Ld. JKaym, Rep. p, 91& 
3 PcmdectSj 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. 



His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, 
And lovers 7 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. 


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 j 
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. HM 

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 Alttssjma queeque flumina minimo sono labi (The deepest rivers flow 
with the least sound). Q. CUKTIUS, vii. 4. 13. 

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. SHAKESPEARE : 8 
ffenry VI, act Hi. sc. i. 


Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay. 1 

Verses to Edmund Sp&iter* 

Cowards [may] fear to die ; but courage stout, 
leather than live in. snuff, will be put out. 

On the snuff of a candle the. night before he died. Kaleigh*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 G-od -shall raise me up, I trust t 

Written the night before his death. Found in ki$ 
Bible in the Gate-house at 

Shall I, like an hermit, dwell 
On a rock or in a cell ? 

If she undervalue me, 

What care I how fair she be ? 2 

If she seem not chaste to me, 
What care I how chaste she be ? 

would I climb, yet fear I to fall.* 

[History] hath triumphed over time, which besides It 
nothing but eternity hath triumphed over. 

Hutorieofthe World. Prt/#c. 

, eloquent, just, and mightie Death ! whom none could 
advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, 
thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, 

1 Methought I saw my late espoused saint. MILTON : S(mnft xy.Hl 
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 Keiolatim* 
8 Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. ** Her M 
either espying or being shown it, did under-write, fc If thy heart fails 
climb not at all.' FULLER: Worthies of England, wli. p* 41$. 


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, Hwjacet ! 

Book v. Part J. 

EDMUND SPEKSEE. 1553-1599. 
Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my 

SOng. 1 Faerie Queene. Introduction. St. 1- 

A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine. 

Boole i. Canto i. St. 1. 

happy earth, 
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread ! st. 9. 

The noblest mind the best contentment has. St. 35. 

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 viiL St. 2, 

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. n. 

Entire affection hateth nicer hands. St. 40. 

* And moralized his song. POPE : Epistle to Arbuthnot. Line 340. 
2 This bold bad man. SHAKESPEARE: Henry VIII. act ii. sc. 2. 
MASSINGER : A New Way to Pay Old Debts, act w, sc. 2. 
8 Ay me ! what perils do environ 
The man that meddles with cold iron ! 

BUTLER : ffudibras, part i. canto Hi. line 2 

4 "Milky Mothers," POPE : The Dunciad, booJc ii. line 247. SCOTT ? 
The Monastery, chap, xxviii. 


That darksome cave they enter, where they find 
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground. 
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind. 

Faerie Queene. Canto ix. St* 3 

"No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, 

No arborett with painted blossoms drest 

And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd 

To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arowml 

Boole ii. Canto vi. SL 12. 

And is there care in Heaven ? And is there love 
In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace ? 

Canto tw. Si. 1. 

How oft do they their silver bowers leave 

To come to succour us that succour want ! $t t 2. 

Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound. 

Canto Jcti. St. 7& 

Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush, 1 
In hope her to attain by hook or crook. 2 

Book m. C<tnto t. St. 17, 

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew/ 
And her conception of the joyous Prime, Canto m* St. $ 

Boses red and violets blew. 
And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew* 

Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold. 4 

Canto xL St. 54. 

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, 

On, Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. 

Book iV. Canto , (. 5^. 

^ Through thick and thin. DRAYTON : NympMdiv. MII>I>LSTON ; Thtt 
Soaring Girl, act iv. sc. 2. KEMP : Nine Days? Wonder. BUTLER; flu 
dibras, parti, canto iL line 370. DRYDEN: Absalom and AchitopheL part 
ii. line 414. POPE : Dunciad, book ii. COWPBR : John GUmn* 

2 See Skelton, page 8. 

8 The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning, Psalm car, 
Book of Common Prayer. 

* De 1'audace, encore de Taudace, et toujours de I'audace <BoMoe$ 
again boldness, and ever boldness). DANTON: Speech in the 
Assembly, 1792, 


For all that Nature by her mother-wit 1 

Could frame in earth. Faerie Queene. Boole w. 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 m. Canto Hi. St. j. 

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 mi. 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 ofBeautie. Line, 132, 

For all that faire is, is by nature good ; 8 

That IP- 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 Shepheardes 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 back to-morrow ; 
To feed on hope, to pine with f eare and sorrow. 

1 Mother wit. MARLOWE : Prologue to Tamberlaine the Great, part i. 
MIDDLETON : Your Five Gallants, act i. sc. 1. SHAKESPEAKE : Taming 
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, - - SHAKIX 
SPEARE: Measure for Measure, act Hi. sc. 1. 
4 See Heywood, page 12. 


To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares ; 
To eate thy heart through comf ortlesse dispaires ; l 
To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, 
To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne. 
Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end, 
That doth his life in so long tendance spend ! 

Mother ffubberds Tak. Line 89& 

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 side, 
To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature, 

Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the JButterjlte. Line 20$, 

I hate the day, because it lendeth light 
To see all things, but not ray love to see, 

Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, 
Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take, 2 

t te- 

ll was promised on a time 
To have reason for my rhyme ; 
Prom that time unto this season, 
I received nor rhyme nor reason. 8 

Lines on his Promised Pension** 

1 Eat not thy heart ; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waate them 
with vexatious cares. PLUTARCH : Of the Training of CkiLhtn. 

But suffered idleness 
To eat his heart away. 

BRYANT : ffomer'* Iliad, bt*k i. line 31Q* 

a Take Time by the forelock. THALES (of Miletus). 636-540 B. <j. 
8 Rhyme nor reason. Pierre Patelin, quoted by Tyndale in 1530. Fare* 
du Vendeur des Lieurts, sixteenth century. PEELE : fidward L SHARK- 
SPKARE : As You Like It. act Hi. sc. 2 ; Merry Wives <f Windsor, act . 
tc. 5; Comedy of Errors, act ii. c. 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, 
rry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme ; before it vras neither rhyme 


FULLER : Worthies of England, vol. ii.p. 379. 


Behold, whiles she before the altar stands. 
Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes, 
And blesseth her with his two happy hands. 

tipithalamion. Line 223. 

BICHAED HOOKEE. 1553-1600. 

Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that 
her seat is the bosoni 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. Booki. 

JOHJST LYLY. Circa 1553-1601. 

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 J 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. 

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 t?. Sc. 1. 

Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre 
bee comely, but not costly. 2 

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), pa$ 3&, 

Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and 
pressed downe the more it spreadeth. 8 /%*. 

The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone. 

Page 47. 

I cast before the Moone. 4 jpa<?e r#. 

It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown 
study. 5 Pa*/* $& 

The soft droppes of rain peree the hard marble ; * many 
strokes overthrow the tallest oaks. 7 Page &L 

He reckoneth without his Hostesse. 8 Love knoweth 
no lawes. Pa$e&*. 

Did not Jupiter transforms himselfe into the shape oi 
Amphitrio to embrace Alcmsena ; into the form of a swan 
to enjoy Leda ; into a Bull to beguile lo ; into a shown* 
of gold to win Danae ? 9 p a <? &?. 

1 Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sing?, 
And Phoebus 'gins arise. 

SHAKESPEARE : Cymbttine, act il. e .?. 

2 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, 

But not expressed in fancy ; rich, not gaudy. 

SHAKKSPEAKE : Hamlet, act f. *. .?. 

8 The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows. SHAKE- 
SPEARE : 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. 

Stillicidi 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-timbered oak. 

SHAKESPEARE : 3 Henry 17. act * $c* JT* 

8 See Heywood, page 12. 

9 Jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a bulL a, swan, & 
golden shower, and what not for love. BURTON : Anatomy of 

part iit. se<$. ii. me<m,i 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 Page 107f 

It is a world to see. 8 p age 116f 

There can no great smoke arise, but there must be 

SOme fire. 4 Euphues and his Eupha&us, page 153. 

A clere conscience is a sure carde. 5 Euphues, page 207. 
As lyke as one pease is to another. page 215. 

Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke. 6 

Eupkues and Us England, page 229. 

A comely olde man as busie as a bee. p a ge 252. 

Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre 
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 sweet e tooth in his 

head. Page 308. 

A Eose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne. 8 

Page 314. 

1 The main chance. SHAKESPEARE : I Henry VI. act i. sc. 1. BUTLER: 
BFudibras, part ii. canto ii. DRYDEN : Persius, satire vi. 

2 See Heywood, page 12. 

s 'T is a world to see. SHAKESPEARE : Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1. 

4 See Heywood, page 17. 

5 This is a sure card. Thersytes, circa 1550. 

6 To rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb. BRETON : Court 
and Country 1 1618 (reprint, page 1S2). 

Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. HURDTS : The Village 

7 See Raleigh, page 25. 

8 The rose is fairest when *t is budding new. SCOTT : Lady of the Lake^ 
canto Hi. st. 1, 



SIB PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586. 

Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge. 

Defence of Poesy, 

He cometh unto you with a tale which holdetli chil- 
dren from play, and old men from the chimney-corner. 


I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that 
I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. 


High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy. 1 

Arcadia. Book i. 

They are never alone that are accompanied with noble 
thoughts. 2 /# 

Many-headed multitude. 8 
My dear, my better half. 
Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and 

Astrophd and Stella, i. 
Have I caught my heav'nly jewel. 6 . xtd. Second So** 

CYEIL TOUKNEUB. Circa 1600. 

A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'eni, 
To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em,* 

The Revenger's Tragedy. Act w. 8c* JT, 

L Great thoughts come from the heart. VAXJVESAKGUES: Maxim -atarii. 

2 He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. FLKTCHKH* 

Love's Cure, act in. sc.3. 

* Many-headed multitude. SHAKESPEARE : Corioianus, act u. *?. 5. 
This many-headed monster, Multitude. DANIEL : History of the Civil 

War, book ii. st. 13. 

* Look, then, into thine heart and write. LONGFELLOW ; F* of 
ihe Night. Prelude. ^ 

* Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor. 

Distilled damnation. ROBERT HALL (in .Gregory's"" Life of Hall ') 


LOED BEOOKE. 1554-1628. 

wearisome condition of humanity ! 

Mustapha. Act v, Sc. 4 

And out of mind as soon as out of sight. 1 Sonnet ivl 

GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634. 
None ever loved but at first sight they loved. 2 

The Blind Beggar 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. Act i. Sc. i. 

I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun, 

Causing a spring of virtues where he shines. jbtd. 

Cornelia. What flowers are these ? 

Gazetta. The pansy this. 

Cor. Oh, that 's for lovers 7 thoughts. 5 Act a. Sc. 2. 

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 v. Sc. i 

1 See Thomas a Kempis, page 7. 

2 "Who ever loved that loved not at first sight V MAULOWE : Hero and 

I saw and loved. GIBBON : Memoirs, vol. i. p. 106. 

8 See Heywood, page. 13. 

4 Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. SHAKESPEAKU : Two 
Gentlemen of Verona, act v. sc. 2. 

* There is pansies, that 's for thoughts, SHAKESPEARE : Ifamlet, act 
iv. sc. 5. 

6 Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness 
thrust upon 'em. SHAKESPEARE : Twelfth Night, act ii. sc. 5. 


Young men think old men are fools; but old men 
know young men are fools. 1 All Fools. Act r. Sc. i. 

Virtue is not malicious ; wrong done her 
Is righted even when men grant they err. 

Monsieur D> Olive Adi. Sc. 1. 

For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, 

One passion doth expel another still. 2 Act v. Sc. j. 

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, jf. 

To put a girdle round about the world. 8 

J3u$$y JD'Ambws, Act i. Sc. I, 

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. /&# 

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 /&v, 

Who to himself is law no law doth need, 

Offends no law, and is a king indeed. Act it. Sc. A 

Each natural agent works but to this end, 

To render that it works on like itself. Act &* Sc. 2, 

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. RAT : Proverbs (Bohn 
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. SP, 2. 

I'll put a girdle round about the earth. SHAKESPEARE: Midwmmtr 
Night's Dream, act ii. sc. 1. 

4 Lives of great men all remind us 
We can make our lives? sublime. 

LONGFELLOW : A Psalm ofl^f^ 

CHAPMAN. ' 37 


J T is immortality to die aspiring, 

As if a man were taken quick to heaven. 

Conspiracy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act i. Se. I 

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea 
Loves t' have his sails filPd 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. 

Act v. Sc. 7. 

Words Writ in waters. 1 Rwengefor Honour. Act i?. So. 2. 

They 're only truly great who are truly good. 2 ibid. 

Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. 3 Light 
gains make heavy purses. ; T is good to be merry and 

wise. 4 Eastward Ho. 5 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. Exit 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. Keats' s own Epitaph, 

2 To be noble we Ml be good. Winifreda (Percy's Rdiques). 

'Tis only noble to. be good. TENNYSON: Lady Clara Vere de Vert,, 
Manza 7. 

* The same in Franklin's Poor Richard* 

* See Hey wood, page 9. 

6 By Chapman, Jonson, and Marston. 

6 This is the famous passage that gave offence to James I., and caused the 
imprisonment of the authors. The leaves containing it were cancelled and 
reprinted, and it only occurs in a few of the original copies. RICHARD 


Enough 7 S as good as a feast. 1 Eastward Ho. Ad in. c. & 

Fair words never hurt the tongue. 2 Act iv. Sc. i. 

Let pride go afore, shame will follow after. 8 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 t?. Se , 2, 

As night the life-inclining stars best shows, 
So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose. 

Epilogue to Translation*. 

Promise is most given when the least is said. 

Mztscsus offfero and Ltander 

WILLIAM WAENEE. 1558-1609. 

With that she dasht her on the lippes, 
So dyed double red : 
Hard was the heart that gave the blow, 
Soft wef e those lips that bled. 

Albion's England. Boole vtii. chap, oli, stomm 5$ 

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. 

Bool: x, chap, lix, stanza C&, 


Douglas, Douglas! 
Tendir and trewe. 

The 8ukt of the Howlat** Stanza aaaai 

* Dives and Pauper (1493}. GASCQIGNE: Memories (7575), FIKUHXO: 
Covent Garden Tragedy, 6. BICKERSTAFF: I/we m a l r ittit</> 
act. Hi. sc. 1. See Heywood, page 20. 

2 See Heywood, page 12. 

8 See Heywood, page 13. 

4 The allegorical poem of The Howlat was composed about the middle of 
the fifteenth cenfury. Of the personal history of the author no kind of in" 
formation has been discovered. Printed by the Bannatyne Club, 1823* 



Treason doth, never prosper : what 7 s the reason ? 
Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason. 1 

Epigrams. Book fa Ep. 5 

SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619. 

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind 
To look out thorough, and his frailty find. 2 

History of the, Civil War. Book iv. Stanza 84, 

Sacred religion ! mother of form and fear. 

Musophilus. Stanza 57. 

And for the few that only lend their ear, 

That few is all the world. stanza 97. 

This is the thing that I was born to do. stanza 200, 

And who (in time) knows whither we may vent 

The treasure of our tongue ? To what strange shores 

This gain of our best glory shall be sent 

T 3 enrich unknowing nations with our stores ? 

What worlds in the yet unformed Occident 

May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours ? * 

Stanza 163, 

Unless above himself he can 
Erect himself, how poor a thing is man ! 

To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12* 

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, 
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born. 

To Delia. Sonnet 5Z 

1 Prosperum ac felix scelus 
Virtus vocatur 
(Successful and fortunate crime is called virtue). 

SENECA : Here. Furens, iL 250. 
2 The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, 
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. 

WALLER : Verses upon his Xtivine Poesy. 

* Westward the course of empire takes its way. BERKELEY : On the 
Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America. 



Had in him those brave translunary things 
That the first poets had. 

(Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of P&ete and Poesy* 

For that fine madness still he did retain 
Which rightly should possess a poet's brain. 

The coast \vas clear. 1 

When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, 
And innocence is closing up his eyes, 
IsTow if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, 
From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. 

Ideas. An Allusion to the Eaglets* 


Comparisons are odious. 2 Lust^ Dominion. Actiii.Sc.4. 

I 'm armed with more than complete steel, 

The justice of my quarrel. 8 /&& 

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight ? * 

Hero and Leander* 

Come live with me ? and be my love ; 
And we will all the pleasures prove 
That hills and valleys, dales and fields, 
Woods or steepy mountain yields. 

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love* 

1 SOMBRVILLE : The Ni ght- Walker. 

2 See Fortescue, page 7. 

8 Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, 
And he but naked, though locked up in steel, 
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.' 

SHAKESPEARE: Henry VI. act in. sc. Z 

* The same in Shakespeare's As You Like It. -Compare Chapman, 
page 35k 


By shallow rivers, to whose falls * 
Melodious birds sing madrigals. 

The Passionate Shepherd to his Love 

And I will make thee beds of roses 

And a thousand fragrant posies. /^. 

Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta. Act i. 

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. jud. 

Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent 
than the dove ; 2 that is, more knave than fool. Act a 

Love me little, love me long. 8 Act w. 

When all the world dissolves, 
And every creature shall be purified, 
All places shall be hell that are not heaven. Faustu* 

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, 
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? 
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss ! 
Her lips suck forth my soul : * see, where it flies ! 


0, thou art fairer than the evening air 
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. md. 

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, 

And burned is Apollo ? s laurel bough, 5 

That sometime grew within this learned man. ibid. 

1 To shallow rivers, to whose falls 
Melodious birds sings madrigals ; 
There will we make our peds of roses, 
And a thousand fragrant posies. 

SHAKESPEARE : Merry Wives of Windsor, act Hi. 

sc. i. (Sung by Evans). 

2 Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. Matthew 
x. 16. 
s See Heywood, page 16. 

4 Once he drew 

With one long kiss my whole soul through 
My lips. 

TENNYSON : Fatima, stanza 3. 

5 0, withered is the garland of the war ! 
The soldier's pole is fallen. 

SHAKESPEABK : Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. IS. 



(From the text of Clark and Wright.) 

I would fain die a dry death. The Temp&t. Act i &-. j. 

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an 
acre of barren ground. /&y, 

What seest thou else 
In the dark backward and abysm of time ? $ f . 2. 

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated 

To closeness and the bettering of my mind. /##. 

Like one 

Who having into truth, by telling of it, 
Made such a sinner of his memory, 
To credit his own lie. 

My library 
Was dukedom large enough. 

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me 
From mine own library with volumes that 
I prize above my dukedom. 

Prom the still-vexed Bermoothes. 

I will be correspondent to command, 
And do my spiriting gently. 

Fill all thy bones with aches. 

Come unto these yellow sands, 

And then take hands : 
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd 

The wild waves whist, 

Full fathom five thy father lies ; 

Of his bones are coral made ; 
Those are pearls that were his eyes : 

Nothing of him that doth fade 
But doth suffer a sea-change 
Into something rich and strange. 


The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. 

The Tempest. Act i. Sc. Z 

There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : 

If the ill spirit have so fair a house, 

Good things will strive to dwell with 't. /&& 

Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. 

Ant. True ; save means to live. Act a. Sc. 2. 

A very ancient and fish-like smell. # c . 2. 

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. 


Fer. Here ? s my hand. 
Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't. Act Hi. Sc. i 

He that dies pays all debts. " Sc. 2. . 

A kind 
Of excellent dumb discourse. Sc. 3. 

Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. ./&& 

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, 

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and 

Are melted into air, into thin air : 

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, 

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, 

The solemn temples, the great globe itself, 

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, 

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded. 

Leave not a rack behind. We are sxich stuff 

As dreams are made on ; and our little life 

Is rounded with a sleep. Act iv. Sc. z 

With foreheads villanous low, 

Deeper than did ever plummet sound 

I '11 drown my book. Act v. Sc. 

Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; 
In a cowslip's bell I lie. 

Merrily, merrily shall I live now, 

Under the blossom that hangs on tlxe bough. 


Home-keeping youth have ever homely wife. 

The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc, 1 

I have no other but a woman's reason : 

I think him so, because I think him so. Sc. 2, 

0, how this spring of love resembleth 

The uncertain glory of an April day ! ^ & 

And if it please you, so ; if not, why, so. Act . Sc. L 

jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, 

As a nose on a man's face, 1 or a weathercock on a steeple. 

She is mine own, 

And I as rich in having such a jewel 

As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, 

The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. $c. 4. 

He makes sweet music with th ? enamelFd stones, 

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge 

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. $ c , 7. 

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, 

If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Act &*. &c i, 

Except I be by Sylvia in the night, 

There is no music in the nightingale, /^ 

A man I am, cross'd with adversity. Ad fo. Be, i. 

Is she not passing fair ? $ c% ^ 

How use doth breed a habit in a man ! * Act 9, fa *. 

heaven ! were man 
But constant, he were perfect. /^y. 

Come not within the measure of my wrath. /&& 

1 will make a Star-chamber matter of it. 

The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act t. Ke. ** 

All his successors gone before him have done 3 t ; and 
all his ancestors that come after him may. ;^| t 

1 As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face. BURTON: Anat- 
omy of Melancholy, part Hi. sect. 3, memb. 4, subsect. 2. 

2 Custom is almost second nature. PLUTARCH : Pretervatian Qff/tattk, 


It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. 

The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1 

Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. 

Mine host of the Garter. / w ^ 

I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of 
Songs and Sonnets here. /^ 

If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven 
may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are 
married and have more occasion to know one another: 
I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt. 1 


base Hungarian wight ! wilt thou the spigot wield ? 


" Convey," the wise it call. " Steal ! " f oh I a fico for 
the phrase ! ibid. 

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. ibid. 

Tester I '11 have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, 

Base Phrygian Turk ! ma. 

Thou art the Mars of malcontents. ibid. 

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the 

king's English. ' Sc.4. 

We burn daylight. Act ii. Sc. i. 

There J s the humour of it. ibid. 

Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. ibid. 

Why, then the world 's mine oyster, 

Which I with sword will open. 8c. 2, 

This is the short and the long of it. ibid, 

Unless experience be a jewel. ibid. 

Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. ibid. 

We have some salt of our youth in us. Sc, 3 

1 Familiarity breeds contempt. PUBLIUS SYRUS : Maxim 640 


I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. 1 

The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act in. Sc. 2* 

What a taking was he in when your husband asked 

who was in the basket ! Sc, 3. 
0, what a world of vile ill-favour 7 d faults 

Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year ! C . 4. 

Happy man be his dole ! /&</. 

I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. $ Cf $. 

As good luck would have it. 2 /&#. 

The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever 
offended nostril. /&<*. 

A man of my kidney. /#&/. 

Think of that, Master Brook. /&<?. 

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. 

Act ?. Sc /, 
In his old lunes again. 8c. 2. 

So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. 


This is the third time ; I hope good luck lies in odd 
numbers. . . . There is divinity in odd numbers, either 
in nativity, chance, or death. & Vm g c . i 

Thyself and thy belongings 
Are not thine own so proper as to waste 
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. 
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, 
Not light them for themselves j for if our virtual 
Did not go forth of us, 3 t were all alike 
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touched 
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends 
The smallest scruple of her excellence 
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines 
Herself the glory of a creditor, 

Both thanks and use. Measure^ Meagre. Acti.8c.l 

1 What the dickens! THOMAS HEYWOOD : Edward IV. act m. sc. 1. 

2 As ill luck would hare it CERVANTES: Don Quixote, pt. i &k. i, ck*& 


He was ever precise in promise-keeping. 

Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2 

Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, ^ ^ ^ 

1 hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted. Sc. 4.1 

A man whose blood 

Is very snow-broth ; one who never feels 
The wanton stings and motions of the sense. IK*.* 

He arrests him on it ; 
And follows close the rigour of the statute, 
To make him an example. Ibid ^ 

Our doubts are traitors, 
And make us lose the good we oft might win 
By fearing to attempt. 
The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, 
May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two 
Guiltier than him they try. Act ii. Sc. i. 

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. /W*. 

This will last out a night in Russia, 

When nights are longest there. W* 

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it ? Se. 2. 

ISTo ceremony that to great ones 'longs, 

Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, 

The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, 

Become them with one half so good a grace 

As mercy does. 2 im 

Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; 

And He that might the vantage best hare took 

Found out the remedy. How would you be, 

If He, which is the top of judgment, should 

But judge you as you are ? ^ Wd - 

1 Act i. Sc. 5, in White, Singer, and Knight. 

2 Compare Portia's words in Merchant of Venice, act iv. c. 1. 


The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept, 

Measure for Measure. Act it. $. 3. 

0, it is excellent 

To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous 
To use it like a giant. /&& 

But man, proud man, 
Drest in a little brief authority, 
Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, 
His glassy essence, like an angry ape, 
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven 
As make the angels weep. /&& 

That in the captain y s but a choleric word 
Which in the soldier is fiat blasphemy. /&<*. 

Our compelled sins 
Stand more for number than for accornpt. 8c. c 

The miserable have no other medicine, 

But only hope. , Act t\ 8& /. 

A breath thou art, 
Servile to all the skyey influences. /AM. 

Palsied eld. 

The sense of death is most in apprehension ; 
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, 
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great 
As when a giant dies. 

The cunning livery of hell. 

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; 
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; 
This sensible warm motion to become 
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit 
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside 
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; 
To be imprisoned in the viewless winds, 
And blown with restless violence round about 
The pendent -world. 


The weariest and most loathed worldly life 
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment 
Can lay on nature, is a paradise 

To what we fear of death. Measure for Measure. Act Hi. So. 1, 

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. 1 

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. /$&, 

There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected 

Mariana. 2 iud, 
O, what may man within him hide, 

Though angel on the outward side ! Sc. 2 

Take, 0, take those lips away, , 

That so sweetly were forsworn ; 
And those eyes, the break of day, 

Lights that do mislead the morn : 
But my kisses bring again, bring again ; 
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. 8 

Act iv. Sc. 1, 

Every true man's apparel fits your thief. Sc. 2, 

We would, and we would not. Sc. 4 
A. forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time 

A.nd razure of oblivion. Act v. Sc. i, 

Truth is truth 

To the end of reckoning. im. 

My business in this state 
Made me a looker on here in Vienna. iw, 

1 See Spenser, page 29. 

2 "Mariana in the moated grange," the motto used by Tennyson for 
the poem ** Mariana." 

8 This song occurs in Act v. Sc. 2 of Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody 
Brother, with the following additional stanza : 

Hide, O, hide those hills of snow, 

Which thy frozen bosom bears, 

On whose tops the pinks that grow 

Are of those that April wears I 
But first set my poor heart free, 
Bound in those icy chains by tbee. 


They say, best men are moulded out of faults > 
And, for tlie most, become much, more the better 

For being a little bad. Measure for Measure. Act . Sc. Z 

What ? s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. ibi& 
The pleasing punishment that women bear. 

The Comedy of Errors. Act I Sc. 1< 

A. wretched soul, bruised with adversity. Act a, Sc i. 

Every why hath a wherefore. 1 Sc. & 

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. 

Act Hi. Sc. 1. 

One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, 

A mere anatomy. Act v. Sc, 2. 

A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, 

A living-dead man. ibid. 

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another. && 

He hath indeed better bettered expectation. 

Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. .2. 

A very valiant trencher-man. ibid* 

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. 
What, my dear Lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? 
There 's a skirmish of wit between them. iud. 

The gentleman is not in your books. iud. 

Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again ? 
Benedick the married man. ' 

He is of a very melancholy disposition. 7&& 

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that 
hath, no beard is less than a man. Act a. Sc. x 

As merry as the day is long. * jbid 

I have a good eye, uncle ; I can see a church by day- 
light. 7fcfc 

1 For every why he had a wherefore. BUTLER: Hudibras, part i 
canto i. line 132. 


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 j 

Let every eye negotiate for itself 

And trust no agent. /5{& 

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy : I were but 
little happy, if I could say how much. iud. 

Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new 
doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the pur- 
pose. Be. 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 ? 

Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of 
the brain awe a man from the career of his humour ? 
]STo, the world must be peopled. When I said I would 
die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were 
married. Ibid. 

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. 

Act Hi. Sc. Z. 

From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, 1 he 
is all mirth. Sc. 2. 

Every one can master a grief but he that has it. ftid. 
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. 

i From the crown of his head to the sole of the foot. PLINY : Natu- 
ral History, book ml. chap. xvii. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : The Honest 
Man's Fortune, act ii. sc. 2. MIDDLETON : A Mad World, etc. 


You shall comprehend all vagrom men. 

Much Ado about Nothing. Act ni. 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. ibid. 

Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. /# 

If they make you not then the better answer, you imi\ 
say they are not the men you took them for. /&,/. 

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. /&/. 

I know that Deformed. /&U 

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man, Md. 

I thank God I am as honest as any man living that 
is an old man and no honester than I. ui*L 

Comparisons are odorous. $ Ct $. 

If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my 
heart to bestow it all of your worship. 

A good old man, sir ; he will be talking : as they say, 
When the age is in the wit is out. /^ 

0, what men dare do ! what men may do ! what men 
daily do, not knowing what they do ! ^ ci ^ # c , /. 

0, what authority and show of truth 

Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! /^/ 

I never tempted her with word too large, 

But, as a brother to his sister, show'd 

Bashful sincerity and comely love. /d|V 

I have mark'd 

A thousand blushing apparitions 
To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames 
In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. ' /&& 


For it so falls out 

That what we have we prize not to the worth 
Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, 
Why, then we rack the value ; then we find 
The virtue that possession would not show us 

Whiles it was Ours. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1, 

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep 

Into his study of imagination, 

And every lovely organ of her life, 

(Shall come apparel? d in more precious habit, 

More moving-delicate and full of life 

Into the eye and prospect of his soul. ibid. 

Masters, it is proved already that you are little better 
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. ibid. 

0, that he were here to write me down an ass ! ibid. 

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. i. 


Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief 
Which they themselves not feel. ibid. 

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. 

For there was never yet philosopher 

That could endure the toothache patiently. ibid 


Some of us will smart for it. 

Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1 

I was not "born under a rhyming planet. t \ 2, 

Done to death, by slanderous tongues. Sc. & 

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. j? s 

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. 

At Christmas I no more desire a rose 

Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth ; l 

But like of each thing that in season grows. /&#. 

A man in all the world's new fashion planted, 

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. ;^ 

A Mgh hope for a low heaven. j^ 

And men sit down to that nourishment which is called 

That unlettered small-knowing soul. 

A child of our grandmother Eve, a female j or, for thy 
more sweet understanding, a woman. /^ 

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit 
thee down, sorrow ! 

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. IM 

**. For "mirth/' White reads shews? Singer, shows. 


Devise, wit ; write, pen ; for I am for whole volumes 

ID. folio. Love's Labour 's Lost, Act L >*?A 2- 

A man of sovereign parts he is esteemed ; 

Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms : 

Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. Act a. Be. z 

A merrier man, 

Within the limit of becoming mirth, 
I never spent an hour's talk withal. ibid. 

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. 2Ud. 

By my penny of observation. Act Hi. Sc. i. 

The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose. ibid. 

To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. 


A very beadle to a humorous sigh. - ibid. 

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 iv. So. 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. ibid. 

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. 

' * 

You two are book-men. ibid. 

Dictynna, goodman Dull. iud, 

These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished 
in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mel- 
lowing of occasion. t ibid. 

For where is any author in the world 
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye ? 
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. SQ* A 


It adds a precious seeing to the eye. 

Love's Labour '$ Lost. Act ?* Sc. 3 

As sweet and musical 

As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair 5 l 
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. /&& 

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than 
the staple of his argument. Act v. Sc. i. 

Priscian I 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 diseretion. 

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear 

Of him that hears it, never in the tongue 

Of him that makes it. . 

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. 

l Musical as is Apollo's lute. MILTON: Comtw, line 73. 


The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of 

Apollo. Love's Labour '$ Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. 

But earthlier happy is the rose distilPd 

Than that which withering on the virgin thorn 1 

Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. 

A Midsummer Night'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. 

0, hell ! to choose love by another's eyes. ibid. 

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, '* Behold ! " 

The jaws of darkness do devour it up : 

So quick bright things come to confusion. ibid. 

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. ibid. 

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. ibid. 

A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. ibid. 
The human mortals. Act a. Sc. i. 

The rude sea grew civil 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. WORDSWORTH : Personal Tatie t 
stanza 1. 

2 "Ever I could read," Dyce, Knigkt, Singer, and White. 
a Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. 


And the imperial votaress passed on, 

In maiden meditation, fancy-free. 

Yet marked 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 Night's Dream. Act ii, Sc* J.I 

I ? 11 put a girdle round about the earth 
In forty minutes. 2 

My heart 
Is true as steel. 8 

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. 

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. 

Act Hi. Sc, jf. 
Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art translated. 

Lord, what fools these mortals be ! 

So we grew together, 
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, 
But yet an union in partition. 

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. 

I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Act ?, Sc. i. 

I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what 
dream it was. 

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath 
not seen/ man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to 
conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. 


1 Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. 

2 See Chapman, page 36. 

* Trew as steele. CHAUCER : Troilus and Cresseide, book v line 831. 
4 Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. 

* Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard. 1 Corinthians, ii. $. 


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 Egypt : 

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, 

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; 

And as imagination bodies forth 

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen 

Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing 

A local habitation and a name. 

Such 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 Night's Dream, Act t;. Sc. 2. 

For never anything can be amiss, 

When simpleness and duty tender it. iud. 

The true beginning of our end. 1 iud. 

The best in this kind are but shadows. ibid. 

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. iud. 

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. 
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, 

Nor to one place. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 

Now, by two-headed Janus, 
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. i 

Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. 

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. MASSINGER : The Virgin Martyr, 
act Hi. sc. 3. 


I hold tlie 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. 1, 

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, 
Sit like Ms grandsire cut in alabaster ? 

There are a sort of men whose visages 
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond. 

I am Sir Oracle, 
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark ! 

I do know of these 
That therefore only are reputed wise 
For saying nothing. 

Fish not, with this melancholy bait, 

For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. /#& 

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. j^ 

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. ^ 

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. ^ 

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 /w ^ 

l For the good that I would I do not ; but the evil which I would not that 
I do. Remans vii. 19. 


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. 


When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; 
and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. 

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 land- 
rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. 


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 
Eialto ? jbid. 

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. ibid. 

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. iud. 

A goodly apple rotten at the heart : 

0, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! ibid. 

Many a time and oft 
In the Eialto you have rated me. ibid. 

For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. ibid. 

You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, 

And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. ibid. 

Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, 

With bated breath and whispering humbleness. ibid, 

Tor when did friendship take 
A breed for barren metal of his friend ? ibid. 


O father Abram ! what these Christians are, 
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect 

The thoughts of Others ! The Merchant of Venice.- Act L Sc. & 

Mislike me not for my complexion. 

The shadow 7 d livery of the burnish/ d sun. Act a. Sc. i. 

The young gentleman, according to Pates 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. 
It is a wise father that knows his own child. 
An honest exceeding poor man. 

Truth will come to sight ; murder cannot be hid long. 

In the twinkling of an eye. ' ./#& 

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 ! so. 6. 

Must I hold a candle to my shames ? /#& 

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see 

The pretty follies that themselves commit. /&j. 

All that glisters is not gold. 1 SCf 7 . 

Young in limbs, in judgment old. /#& 

Even in the force and road of casualty. sc. & 

1 See Chaucer, page 


Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. a 

The Merchant of Venice. Actii. Sc. 9. 

If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. 

Act Hi. Sc. 1. 

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. 


I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? Hath not a Jew 
hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? 


The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall 
go hard, but I will better the instruction. ibid. 

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 ? 
Reply, reply. ibid. 

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt 
But being season' d with a gracious voice 
Obscures the show of evil ? ffia. 

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, 

1 See Heywood, page 10. 

2 I W H1 play the swan and die in music. Otlidlo, act v. sc. 2. 

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, 
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death. 

King John, act v. sc. 7. 

There, swan-like, let me sing and die. BYKON : 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 before, because of the joy they have in going 
to the God they serve. SOCKATES : In Phaedo, 77. 


An unlesson'd girl, unschooled, unpractised ; 
Happy in this, she is not yet so old 

Bnt sne may learn. 1 The, Merchant of Venice. Act Hi. 80. 2. 

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words 
That ever blotted paper ! 

The kindest man, 

The best-condition ; d and unwearied spirit 
In doing courtesies. 

Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into 
Charybdis, your mother. 2 &..$. 

Let it serve for table-talk. ibid. 

A harmless necessary cat. Act iv. Sc. i. 

What ! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice ? 

I am a tainted wether of the flock, 

Meetest for death : the weakest kind of fruit 

Drops earliest to the ground. 

I never knew so young a body with so old a head. 

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. 

3 T is mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes 

The throned monarch better than his crown ; 

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, 

The attribute to awe and majesty, 

Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; 

But mercy is above this sceptred sway, 

It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, 

It is an attribute to God himself ; 

And earthly power doth then show likest God's, 

1 It is better to learn late than never, PUBLIXJS SYRUS : Maxim 864. 

2 Ineidis in Scyllam eupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into Scylla 
seeking to avoid Charybdis). PHILUPPE GUALTHCR : Alexandreit book 
line 301. Circa 1300. 


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 iv. Sc. 1. 

A Daniel come to judgment ! yea, a Daniel ! ibid. 

Is it so nominated in the bond ? a ibid. 

; T is not in the bond. Ibid. 

Speak me fair in death. lUd. 

An upright judge, a learned judge \ ibid. 

A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew ! 

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. nia, 

I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. im. 

You take my house when you do take the prop 
That doth sustain my house ; yoi> take my life 
When you do take the means whereby I live. im. 

He is well paid that is well satisfied. ibid. 

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 . Sc. i. 

I am never merry when I hear sweet music. jbid. 

i "It is not nominated in the bond." White. 
5 . 


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, 

How far that little candle throws his beams ! 
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 

How many things by season season' d are 
To their right praise and true perfection ! 

This night rnethinks is but the daylight sick. 
These blessed candles of the night. 

Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way 

Of starved people, /^ 

We will answer all things faithfully. yjy. 

Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. 

% As You Like H. Act i. Sc. 2 

The little foolery that wise men have makes a great 
show. jifa 

Well said : that was laid on with a trowel! /&</. 

Your heart's desires be with you ! j^ 

One out of suits with fortune. /^ 

Hereafter, in a better world than this, 

I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. /#<*. 

My pride fell with my fortunes. /#& 

Cel. Not a word ? 

JRos. Not one to throw at a dog. # c> #. 

0, how full of briers is this working-day world ! /$,>/, 
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. /#,/. 

We '11 have a swashing and a martial outside, 
As many other mannish cowards have. 


Sweet are the uses of adversity, 

WMcli like the toad, ugly and venomous, 

Wears yet a precious jewel in Ms 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. Actii. Sc. 1. 
The big round tears 

Coursed one another down his innocent nose 
In piteous chase. find, 

" Poor dee?," quoth he, " thou makest a testament 

As worldlings do, giving thy sum. of more 

To that which had too much." iud. 

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 ! Sc. 3. 

For in my youth I never did apply 
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. ibid, 

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, 
Frosty, but kindly. xbid. 

0, 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 I. 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. iud. 

Under the greenwood tree 

Who loves to lie with me. Sc. & 

I met a fool i 7 the forest, 
A motley fool. Sc. ? 


And raiPd on Lady Fortune in good terms, 

In good set terms. AS You Like it. Act Sc. 

And then lie 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." 

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 

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. 

Motley 's the only wear. 

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 cramnVd 
With observation, the which he vents 
In mangled forms. 

I must have liberty 
Withal, as large a charter as the wind, 
To blow on whom I please. 

The " why " is plain as way to parish church. 

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 knolPd to church, 
If ever sat at any good man's feast. 

True is it that we have seen better days. 

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 
I*, act ii. sc. 7. RABELAIS : book v. chap. iv. 


And wiped our eyes 
Of drops that sacred pity hath engendered. 

As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. 

Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger. im. 

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, with his satchel 
And shining morning face, creeping like snail 
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, 
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad 
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, 
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard ; 
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, 
Seeking the bubble reputation 
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, 
In fair round belly with good capon lined, 
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, 
Pull 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. 1612. 
A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many 
ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a 
theatre. MONTAIGNE : Of the most Excellent Men. 


Blow, blow, thou winter wind ! 
Thou art not so unkind 
As man's ingratitude. 

As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. 

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Act m. Sc. 2. 
It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philoso- 
phy in thee, shepherd ? ibid, 

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. , jbid. 

0, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonder- 
ful ! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all 
hooping. jud. 

Answer me in one word. ibid. 

I do desire we may be better strangers. /&#. 

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. 1 7 11 
tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, 
who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. 


Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow- 
fault came to match it. /^ 

Neither rhyme nor reason. 1 /j^ 

I would the gods had made thee poetical. j^id. 

Down on your knees, 

And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. 8c. s. 

^ 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. 
T , . , ' Act iv. Sc, i. 

1 have gained my experience. 1Kd 

1 See Sperser, page 30 


I had rather have a fool to make me merry than 
experience to make me sad. AS You Like it. Act iv. Sc. i. 
I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. ibid. 
I '11 warrant him heart-whole. iud+ 

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. iud 

Can one desire too much of a good thing ? l 2bitL 

For ever and a day. /&& 

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. jud. 

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn 

Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. # Co 2. 

Chewing the food 2 of sweet and bitter fancy. sc. 3. 

It is meat and drink to me. Act v. 8c. 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 ; no 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. # c ,, 4. 

1 Too much of a good thing. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, parti, boob 
i. chap. tri. 
a " Cud " in Dyce and Staunton. 


An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. 

As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4, 

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house ; 
as your pearl in your foul oyster. /#& 

The Eetort Courteous; . . . the Quip Modest; . . . 
the Eeply 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. 

G-ood wine needs no bush. 1 Epilogue. 

What a case am I in. /&& 

Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard 

Conqueror. The Taming of the Shrew. Indue. Sc. 2. 

Let the world slide. 2 /#& 

I '11 not budge an inch. xud. 

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. 2 

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en ; 

In brief, sir, study what you most affect. * Act i. Sc. & 

There >s small choice in rotten apples. iud. 

Nothing comes amiss ; so money comes withal. Sc. 2. 

Tush ! tush ! fear boys with bugs. /#& 

And do as adversaries do in law, 

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. /$#. 

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. 8 

Act m. Sc. 2. 

1 You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell. 
PUBLIUS SYEUS : Maxim 968. 

2 See Hey wood, page 9. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : Wit voithout 

8 Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. - CONGRBVB : The Old 
Bachelor, act v. sc. 1. 


And thereby hangs a tale. 

The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 2. 

My cake is dough. Act v. Sc. i. 

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, 

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. s c , 2. 

Such duty as the subject owes the prince, 

Even such a woman oweth to her husband. iud, 

'T were all one 

That I should love a bright particular star, 
And think to wed it. All } s Well that Ends Well Act i. Sc. i t 

The hind that would be mated by the lion 

Must die for love. iud. 

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, 

Which we ascribe to Heaven. ibid. 

Service is no heritage. 5c. 3. 

He must needs go that the devil drives. 1 ibid. 

My friends were poor but honest. jbid. 

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there 

Where most it promises. Act a. Sc. z. 

I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. SG. 2* 

From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, 

The place is dignified by the doer's deed. Sc. 3. 

They say miracles are past. ma. 

All the learned and authentic fellows. ibid. 

A young man married is a man that 3 s marr'd. im. 

Make the coming hour overflow with joy, 

And pleasure drown the brim. Sc. 4. 

No legacy is so rich as honesty. Act m. Sc. s 

1 See Heywood, page 18. 


The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill 

together.' Mi's Well that Ends Well. Act h\ Sc. 3. 

Whose words all ears took captive. Act v. Sc. 3. 

Praising what is lost 
Makes the remembrance dear. 

The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. 1 

All impediments in fancy's course 
Are motives of more fancy. i 

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. / 

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, 

I am sure care 's an enemy to life. Sc. 

At my fingers' ends. 8 

Wherefore are these things hid ? 

Is it a world to hide virtues in ? /&& 

One draught above heat makes him a fool ; the second 
mads him ; and a third drowns him. # c . & 

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. 


? 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 world no copy. 

1 How noiseless falls the foot of time ! W. R. SPENCER : Lines to Lady 
4- Hamilton. 

2 "Like the sweet south " in Dyce and Singer. This change was made 
at the suggestion of Pope. 

8 See Heywood, page 12. 


Halloo your name to the reverberate Mils, 
And make the babbling gossip of the air 

Cry OUt. Twelfth Night. Act L Sc. 5. 

Journeys end in lovers meeting, 

Every wise man's son doth know. Act a. Sc. 3. 

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. 

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more 
natural. ibid, 

Is there no respect of place, parsons, nor time in you ? 


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. jMd. 

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. jb-id. 

These most brisk and giddy-paced times. Sc. 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 uniirm, 
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, 
Than women's are. 

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, 

Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. ibid. 

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun 

And the free maids that weave their thread with bones 

Bo use to chant it : it is silly sooth, 

And dallies with the innocence of love, 

Like the old age. 1M. 

Duke. And what *s her history ? 

Via. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, 
But let concealment, like a worm i ; the bud, 


Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought* 

And with a green and yellow melancholy 

She sat like patience on a monument, 

Smiling at grief. Twelfth Night. Act **. Sc. 

I am all the daughters of my father's house, 
And all the brothers too. 

An you had any eye behind you, you might see more 
detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. Sc. & 

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 m. Sc. 2 

Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful 

In the contempt and anger of his lip ! m<L 

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. iud, 

Let there be gall enough in thy ink j though thou write 
with a goose-pen, no matter. Sc. 2 

I think we do know the sweet Eoman hand. Sc. & 

Put thyself into the trick of singularity. 

} T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. 

This is very midsummer madness. 

What, man ! defy the Devil : consider, he is an enemy 
to mankind. 

If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn 
it as an improbable fiction. 

More matter for a May morning. 

Still you keep o ? the windy side of the law. 

An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in 
fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere Pld have chal- 
lenged him. 

1 Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce. 


Out of my lean and low ability 

1 7 11 lend you something. Twelfth NigU. Act Hi. Sc. 4 

Out of the jaws of death. 2 ibidl 

As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and 
ink, very wittily said to a niece of King G-orboduc, That 
that is, is. Act w. 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. So. 2. 

For the rain it raineth every day. 

They say we are 

.Almost as like as eggS. The Winter's Tale. Acti. Sc. 2. 

What ; s gone and what ? s past help 
;Should be past grief. Act %%%. Sc. 2 

A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. Act iv. Sc. 3.* 

A merry heart goes all the day, 

Your sad tires in a mile-a. ibid, 


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 BART AS : Divine WeeTces and Worses, sec? 
*>nd week, first day, part iv. 

* Act iv. sc. 2 ia Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. 


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 w. Sc. 4* 

When you do dance, I wish you 
A wave o' the sea, 2 that you might ever do 
Nothing but that. /#& 

I love a ballad in print o ? life, for then we are sure 
fchey are true. 

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. 
Lord of thy presence and no land beside. 

King John. Act i Sc. 

And if his name be George, I '11 call him Peter ; 
For new-made honour doth forget men's names. 

For he is but a bastard to the time 
That doth not smack of observation. 

Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. 
For courage mounteth with occasion. 

I would that I were low laid in my grave : 
I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. 

Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since 
Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. 

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. 

Talks as familiarly of roaring lions 
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs ! 

Zounds ! I was never so bethump'd with words 
Since I first call'd my brother's father dad. 

1 Act iy. Sc, 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staimton, and White 

2 Like a? wave of the sea. James L 6. 

8 Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staimton, and Knight. 


1 will instruct my sorrows to be proud ; 

For grief is proud, and makes Ms owner stoop. 

King John. Act Hi. Sc. J?. 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. jbid 

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 Ms form. 

Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale 
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. 

When Fortune means to men most good, 
She looks upon them with a threatening eye. 2 ibid. 

And he that stands upon a slippery place 
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. iud. 

How now, foolish rheum ! ^ct iv. Sc. i. 

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, 
To throw a perfume on the violet, 
To smooth the ice, or add another hue 
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light 
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. 

Act ii. Sc. 2 in White. 
t 2 When fortune flatters, she does it to betray. PUBLIUS SYRU'S 


And oftentimes excusing of a fault 

Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. 1 

King John. Act vo. Sc. 2. 

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. ibid. 

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. ibid. 

Another lean unwashed artificer. jbid. 

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. r. 

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 L Sc. I 

In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. /#& 

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. Sc. a. 
Truth hath a quiet breast. ibid. 

All places that the eye of heaven visits 
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. 

1 Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (He who excuses himself accuses himself)* - 
GABRIEL MEURIER : Tresor de$ Sentences. 1530-1601, 
8 See page 63, note 2. 


0, 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. 

King Richard II. Act L Sc. 3. 

The tongues of dying men 
Enforce attention like deep harmony. c t a. Sc. i~ 

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. 

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. 

The ripest fruit first falls. ibid. 

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. sc.s. 
Eating the bitter bread of banishment. Act m. Sc. i. 

Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. Sc. & 

Not all the water in the rough rude sea 

Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. jud. 

O, call back yesterday, bid time return ! iud. 

Let >s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. im. 



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 IL Act in. 8c. 

Comes at the last, and with a little pin 

Bores through his castle wall and farewell king ! 

He is come to open 
The purple testament of bleeding war. Sc. 3* 

And ray large kingdom for a little grave, 
, A little little grave, an obscure grave, ibid- 


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 tV. Sc. JL 

A mockery king of snow. /tak 

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. ^<# t>. 5c. 2. 

As for a camel 
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye. 1 Sc. &. 

So shaken as we are, so wan with care. 

King Henry IV. Part L Acti.Sc*l. 

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. /&& 

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of 
the moon. # c< 2 

Old father antic the law. /&^ 

1 It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for ft rich 
man to enter into the kingdom of God. MATT. xix. 24. 


I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity 
of good names were to be bought. . 

King Henry IV. Parti. Act i. Sc. 2. 

Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to 
corrupt a saint. iud. 

And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little 
better than one of the wicked. iud. 

'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 7 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. 

God save the mark. 

And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth. 
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; 
And that it was great pity, so it was, 
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd 
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, 
Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed 
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, 
He would himself have been a soldier. 

1 THOMAS NASH ; Save with you to Saffron Walden. DRYDBN : Epi- 
logue, to the Duke of Guise* 


The blood more stirs 
To rouse a lion than to start a hare ! 

King Henry IV. Parti. Acti.Sc.Z 

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 a. Sc. i. 

If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me 
love him, I ; 11 be hanged. Sc. 2. 

It would be argument for a week, laughter for a 
month, and a good jest for ever. iud. 

ITalstaff sweats to death, 
And lards the lean earth as he walks along. ibid. 

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 

80. 3. 

Brain him with his lady's fan. iud. 

A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. Sc. 4. 

A plague of all cowards, I say. /#<?. 

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 ! 

I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. /&<. 

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. Tour rogues in buckram let drive at me 

Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. 


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 IV. Part L Act ii. JSc. 4. 

Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. jbid. 

I was now a coward on instinct. ibid* 

]STo more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me ! ibid. 

What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight ? j^ t 

A plague of sighing and grief ! It blows a man up like 
a bladder. jbid. 

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. iud. 

0, monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth of bread to 
this intolerable deal of sack ! iud. 

Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth 

In strange eruptions. Act Hi. Sc. 2. 

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 ? /$&. 

While you live, tell truth and shame the devil ! * iud. 

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew 

Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. im. 

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. md, 

1 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Wit without Money^ activ. sc.l. SWIFT: 
Mary the Cookmaid's Letter. 


Exceedingly well read. King Henry I V. Part L Act Hi. Sc. 1 
A good mouth-filling oath. ibid 

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. ibid. 

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ? ibid. 

Eob me the exchequer. ibid. 

This sickness doth infect 
The very life-blood of our enterprise. Act iv. Sc. i. 

That daflced the world aside, 
And bid it pass. 

All plumed like estridges that with the wind 
Baited like eagles having lately bathed ; 
Glittering in golden coats, like images j 
As full of spirit as the month of May, 
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. 

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, 
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, 
Eise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, 
And vaulted with such ease into his seat 
As if an angel dropped down from the clouds, 
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus 
And witch the world with noble horsemanship. 

The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. s Cf 2. 

A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had 
Unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. 
Ho eye hath seen such scarecrows. I '11. not march 
through Coventry with them, that 's flat ; nay, and the 


villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had 
gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of 
prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my 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 IV. Parti. Act iv. Sc. 2. 

Food for powder, food for powder ; they '11 fill a pit 
as well as better. ibid. 

To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast x 
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. ibid. 

I would 7 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 conie 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 ? no. 
Why ? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I '11 none 
of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my 
catechism. '**- 

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Be. 4. 

This earth that bears thee dead 

Be'ars not alive so stout a gentleman. ibid. 

Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, 
But not remember' d in thy epitaph ! ibid. 

I could have better spared a better man. ibid. 

The better part of valour is discretion. 2 Ibid. 

' Full bravely hast thou fleshed 
Thy maiden sword. Jbid. 

1 See Heywood. page 19. 

2 it show'd discretion the best part of valour. BEAUMONT AXD 
FLKTCHEB : A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3. 


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. Parti. Act v. Sc. 4. 

I ? 11 purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. find. 

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, 

So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, 

Brew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, 

And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. 

Part II. Act i. Sc. 1. 

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news 

Hath but a losing office, and his tongue 

Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, 

Hemember'd tolling a departing friend. iud* 

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 sniack of age in you, some relish of the saltness 
oftiin. ibid. 

. We that are in the vaward of our youth. jud. 

For my voice ; I have lost it with halloing and singing 
of anthems. ifed. 

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. /#& 

If I do ; fillip me with a three-man beetle. im. 

Who lined himself with hope, 
Eating the air on promise of supply. ibid. 

When we mean to build, 
We first survey the plot, tjieji draw the model ; 
And when we see the figure of the house, 
Then must we rate the cost of the erection. 1 $ c . 3, 

0f you, intending to build 9. tower, sitteth aot <Jwn firs and 
countetu the cost, whether he fcaye sufficient to finish it V 


An habitation giddy and unsure 

Hath he that buildeth on the Vulgar heart. 

King Henry J F. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3. 

Past and to come seems best ; things present worst. 

A poor lone woman. Act U. Sc. i. 

I ; 11 tickle your catastrophe. ma. 

He hath eaten me out of house and home. iua. 

Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sit- 
ting in my Dolphin-chamber j at the round table, by a 
sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week. jud. 

I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. Sc. 2. 
Let the end try the man. ibid. 

Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits 
of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. iud. 

He was indeed the glass 
Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. So. 3. 

Aggravate your choler. Sc. 4, 

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. iud. 

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 
fair? 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. 


We have heard the chimes at midnight. 

King Henry IV. Part II. Act Hi. Be. 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. j^id. 

We are ready to try our fortunes 
To the last man. Act ?. 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. & 

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. BC. &i 

The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. j^.i 

A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kick- 
shaws, tell William cook. Act . Sc. i. 

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. 8 


A f outre for the world and worldlings base 1 

I speak of Africa and golden joys. /&& 

Under which king, Bezonian ? speak, or die ! 

for a Muse of fire, that would ascend 
The brightest heaven of invention ! 

King Henry V. 

Consideration, like an angel, came 

And whipped the offending Adam out of him. Act . &. I, 

1 Act iv. Sc. 4 mJDyce, Singer, Staunton, and WTiite. 

2 See Heywood, page 20- 

111 blows the wind that profits nobody. Henry VL part {, act iu 


Turn Mm to any cause of policy, 

The G-ordian knot of it he will unloose. 

Familiar as his garter : that when he speaks, . : 

The air, a chartered libertine, is still. 

King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1, 

Base is the. slave that pays. Act a. Sc. i. 

Even at the turning o y the tide. Sc. & 

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. Sc.4. 

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, 

Or close the wall up with our English dead ! 

In peace there ; s nothing so becomes a man 

As modest stillness and humility ; 

But when the blast of war blows in our ears, 

Then imitate the action of the tiger : 

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. Act Hi. Sc. i. 

And sheathed-their swords for lack of argument. iud. 

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, 

Straining upon the start. TUd. 

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. 


Men of few words are the best men. iud. 

I thought upon one pair of English legs 

Did march three Frenchmen. Sc. *. 

You may as well say, that's a valiant flea that dare 
eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. 8c. 7. 1 

The hum of either army stilly sounds, 
That the fixed sentinels almost receive 
The. secret whispers of each other's watch , 

1 Actiii, Sc. 6 in Dyce; 


Eire 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. i. 

Every subject's duty is the king's ; but every subject's 
soul is his own. 

That ; s a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. 

Who with a body filled and vacant mind 

Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. 

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. 

But if it be a sin to covet honour, 
I am the most offending soul alive. 

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. 

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. 

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. jud. 

There is a river in Macedon ^ and there is also more- 
over a river at Monmouth; . . . and there is salmons 
in both. 

1 With clink of hammers closing rivets up. GIBBER : Richard ///* 
Altered, act v. sc. 3. 

2 "In their mouths " in Dree, Singer, Staunton, and White. 


An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or 
in Prance, or in England ! King Henry v. Act h. Sc. a. 

There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in 
all things. Act v . SCt 2t 

By this leek, I will most horribly revenge : I eat and 
eat, I swear. /^ 

All hell shall stir for this. j^ t 

If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find 
the best king of good fellows. &., 2t 

Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night ! 

King Henry VI. Part L 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 doth bear him best ; 
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, 
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment ; 
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, 
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Act a. Sc. 4. 

Delays have dangerous ends. 1 Act m. Sc. 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 II. Act L Sc. i. 

Could I come near your beauty with my nails, 

I J d set my ten commandments in your face. SG. ?. 

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. 3 

Act Hi. Sc. 1. 

1 All delays are dangerous in war. DRYDEN: Tyrannic Low, act i. sc. J. 

2 Have a care o } th' main chance. BUTLER : Hudibras, part ii. canto lit 
Be careful still of the main chance. DRYDEN : Persius, satire m. 

* See Raleigh, page 25; Lyly, page 33. 


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 VL 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 au 
innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parch- 
ment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man ? ' md. 

Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the 
bricks are alive at this day to testify it. jt>id. 

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of 
the realm in erecting a grammar-school ; and wfoereas, 
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. $ c , 7t 

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, 

.Within whose circuit is Elysium 

And all that poets feign of bliss and joy I 

Part II L Adi. Sc.2. 

And many strokes, though with a little axe, 
Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. 

. . . Act, u. Sc. & 

1 See Marlowe, page 40. 


The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. 

King Henry VL Part III. 'ActiLSc.2. 

, . , - Didst thou never hear 

That things ill got had ever bad success ? 
And happy always was it for that son 
Whose father for his hoarding went to hell ? m& 

Warwick, peace, 
Froud setter up and puller down of kings ! Act ill. Sc.3. 

A little fire is quickly trodden out 5 

Whi<3h, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. Act iv. Sc. 8. 

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind ; 

The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Act v. Sc.6< 

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. 

]S"ow are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, 

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, 

Our stern 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, 

ISTor 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 me as I halt by them, 


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 II L Acti* Sc. Z, 

To leave this keen encounter of our wits. c , 2* 

Was ever woman in this humour wooed ? 

Was ever woman in this humour won ? /&&. 

Framed in the prodigality of nature. Sc. 2. 

The world is grown so bad, 
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. 1 


4-nd 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 " /$#. 

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. $c. 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 1 

IMethought 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 5 and in those holes 

Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, 

As ; t were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. /##, . 

A parlous boy. A*&8e.4. 

1 For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. POPE : Essay <m 
cm, part Hi. line, 66. 
* " Stolen forth '' in White and Knight. 

So wise so young, they say, do neyer live long. 1 

King Richard III, Act Hi. $c. 1. 

Off with Ms head I ? SCt 

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, 

Eeady with, every nod to tumble down,. jud. 

Even in the afternoon of her best days. #c. 7* 

Thou troublest me j I am not in the vein. Act. Sc. s. 

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. $ c . 3. 

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. jbid* 

Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women 

Eail on the Lord's anointed. Sc. 4. 

Tetchy and wayward. Und. 

An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told, im.. 

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, 

The king's name is a tower of strength. 
Give me another horse : bind up my wounds, 
coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! 

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. 

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night 
Have struck more terror to the soul of Eichard 
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. nid., 

i A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long. MIDDLETOK : The- 

2 Off with his head ! so much for Buckingham! CIBBEK: JRickqrd III 
(altered), act iv. sc, 5, . 



The selfsame heaven 
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. 

...... King Richard IIL Act v. Sc. 3. 

A thing devised by the enemy. 1 /&y. 

I have set my life upon a cast, 
And I will stand the hazard of the die : 
I think there be six Kichmonds in the field. Sc. 4. 

A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! /^d. 

Order gave each thing view. King Henry VI JL Act i. Sc. i 

No man's pie is freed 
From his ambitious finger. /&& 

Anger is like 

A full-hot horse, who being allowed his way, 
Self -mettle *tires Mm. " 

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot 
That it do singe yourself. 

>T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake 
That virtue must go through. 

The mirror of all courtesy. 

This bold bad man. 2 ^ 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. SCt & 

Orpheus with his lute made trees, 

And the mountain-tops that freeze, 

Bow themselves when he did sing. Actiii.Sc. i 

; T is well said again, 

And >t is a kind of good deed to say well : 
And yet words are no deeds. SCm 3 

1 A weak invention of the enemy. GIBBER : Richard ///. 3. 
8 See Spenser, page 27. 


And then, to breakfast with 

What appetite you have. King Henry VIII. Act Hi. Sc.2. 

I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; 

And from that full meridian of my glory 

I haste now to my setting : I shall fall 

Like a bright exhalation in the evening, 

And no man see me more. Ibid 

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, that must forever hide me. 

Yain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : 

I feel my heart new opened. 0, 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, 

Kever to hope again. /Wd. 

A peace above all earthly dignitiee, 

A still and quiet conscience. ibid. 

A load would sink a navy. ibid. 

And sleep in dull cold marble. 


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 in. Sc. 31 

I charge thee, fling away ambition : 
By that sin fell the angels. iudi 

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 falPst, Cromwell,, 

Thou fall'st a blessed martyr ! /#&. 

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. /#&. 

A royal train, believe me. Act iv. Sc. i, 

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 ! # c . 2. 

He gave his honours to the world again, 

His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. ibid. 

So may he rest 5 his faults lie gently on him ! /& 

He was a man 
Of an unbounded stomach. 

Men's evil manners live in brass j their virtues 
We write in water. 1 

1 For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it In marble ; aad 
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 : Philuster, act v. *c. 3 
L'injure se grave en me'tal ; et le bienfait s'escrit en 1'onde. 
(An injury graves -itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.) 



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. iud. 

After my death I wish no other herald, 

To other speaker of my living actions, 

To keep mine honour from corruption, 

But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. /&& 

'To dance attendance on their lordships 7 pleasures. 

Act v. Sc. 2. 

? Tis a cruelty 
To load a falling man. Sc. &* 

You were ever good at sudden commendations. 

I come not 
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence. 

They are too thin and bare to hide offences. 

Those about her 
Trom her shall read the perfect ways of honour. #c. 5.* 

IVherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, 

His honour and the greatness of his name 

Shall be, and make new nations. . iud. 

A most unspotted lily shall she pass 

To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. jud. 

1 have had my labour for my travail. 8 

Trottus and Cressida. Act t. Sc. J. 

1 Act v. Sc. 2 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. 

2 Act v. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. 

8 Labour for his pains. EDWARD MOORE : The Boy and his Rainbow. 

Labour for their pains; CffiKvANTfis 1 : .Don Quixote. The Authors 


Take but degree away, untune 'that string, 

And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets 

In 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 a. Sc. 2. 

The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance. 

Be. 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 m. 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, 

Ee shook to air. ibid, 

His heart and hand both open and both free ; 
Eor what he has he gives, what thinks he shows ; 
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. 

Act ie. 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. Acti.Sc.3. 

-, * Unless degree, is preserved, the first place is safe for no one. PUBUU* 
SYRUS : Maxim 1042. 


Nature teaches .beasts to know their friends. - 

. Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. 

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber 

Many-headed multitude. 2 , SG. 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" ? Act Hi So. i. 

Enough, with over-measure. ibid. 

His nature is too noble for the world : 

He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, 

Or Jove for ; s power to thunder. iud. 

That it shall hold companionship in peace 

With honour, as in war. # c . 2. 

Serv. Where dwellest thou ? 

Cor. Under the canopy. Activ.Sc.s. 

A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, 

And harsh in sound to thine. ibid. 

Chaste as the icicle 

That 's cur died by the frost from purest snow 
And hangs on Dian's temple. ^ ct v . s c . s. 

If you have writ your annals true, ? t is there 

That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I 

ITlutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : 

Alone I did it. Boy ! C , 5.9 

Sweet nrercy is nobility's true badge. 

Titus Andronicus. Acti.Sc.2.. 

1 When flowing cups pass swiftly round 
With no allaying Thames. 

RICHAKD LOVELACE : To Altheafrom Prison, li 
3 See Sidney, page 34. 
8 Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight. 


She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd ; 
She is a woman, therefore may be won ; 
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. 
What, man ! more water glideth by the mill 
Than wots the miller of ; l and easy it is 

Of a Cut loaf to Steal a shive. Titus Andronicus. Act ii. Sc. 1. 

The eagle suffers little birds to sing. Act iv. Sc. 4. 

The weakest goes to the wall. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. I, 

Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. ibid. 

An hour before the worshipped sun 
Peered forth the golden window of the east. ibid. 

As is the bud bit with an envious worm 

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, 

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. ibid. 

Saint-seducing gold, ibid. 

He that is strucken blind cannot forget 

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. md. 

One fire burns oui another^ burning, 
One pain is lessen' d by another's anguish. 3 $ c . 2. 

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory 

That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. 8c, 3. 

For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase. Sc. & 

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you 1 
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes 
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone 
On the fore-finger of an alderman, 
Drawn with a team of little atomies 
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. 

Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, 
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. 

1 See Heywood, page 18. 

2 See Chapman, page 36. 


Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, 
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, 
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, 
Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon 
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, 
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two 

And sleeps again. Borneo and Juliet. Act i, #Cc 4, 

True, I talk of dreams, 
Which are the children of an idle brain, 
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. /$#. 

For you and I are past our dancing days. 1 SG. 5. 

It seems she hangs 2 upon the cheek of night 

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. ibid. 

Shall have the chinks. ibid. 

Too .early seen unknown, and known too late ! ibid. 

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, 

When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid ! 4$ a. Sc. i, 

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. # c . 2$ 

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! 

that I were a glove upon that hand, 

That I might touch that cheek ! ibid* 

Komeo, Borneo ! wherefore art thou Borneo ? 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. ibid.* 

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 Dyce, fou&h-t, ajKj 

* Act n. sc. 1 in White. 

* Act ii. sc. 1 in White. 


At lovers' perjuries, 

They say, Jove laughs. 1 Romeo and Juliet. Act it. Sc. 2 

Rom. 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. 

The god of my idolatry. 

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be 
Ere one can say, " It lightens." 

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, 
Mav prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. 
J * 

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, 
Like softest music to attending ears ! 

Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, 
That I shall say g6od night till it be morrow. 

O, 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 

Eevolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : 

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ; 

And vice sometimes by action dignified. ' $ c , 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. /&& 

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. s c . 4. 

Tjtjie . courageous captain . of complements. /#& 

1 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of 
lovers). TIBULLUS, iii. 6,49. 

2 Act ii. sq. 1 in White. 


One, two, and the third in your bosom. 

Borneo and Juliet. Actii.Sc.4. 

flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified ! 2bid. 

1 am the very pink of courtesy, /#& 

A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, 
and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in 
a month. 

My man J s as true as steel. 1 

These violent delights have violent ends. 

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. 

Here comes the lady I 0, so light a foot 

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint ibid. 

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of 
meat. ., Actin.-Sc. i. 

A word and a blow^ 2 Ibid. 

A plague o ? both your houses ! ibid. 

Horn. Courage, man ; the hurt cannot be much. 
Mer. 'No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a 
church-door ; but ? t is enough, y 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. $c. z. 

Beautiful tyrant ! fiend angelical ! ibid, 

Was ever, book containing such vile matter 

So fairly bound ? 0, that deceit should dwell 

In such a gorgeous palace !..<," , / lUd. 

1 True as steel. CHAUCER : Troilus <tnd Greseide, look v. Compare 

and Cressida,, act Hi. sc. 2. 

2 Word and a blow. DRTDEN : Amphitryon, act i. sc. l. BUNYAN; 

's Progress, part i. ' 


Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. 

Borneo and Juliet^ Act tit. 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. y&U. 

Taking the measure of an unmade grave. ' l&d- 

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day 

Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. Be. $~ 

Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. ibid.. 

All these woes shall serve 
For sweet discourses in our time to come. /##., 

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 fr. Sc. 2. 

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. /bid. 

A beggarly account of empty boxes. ibU. 

Famine is in thy cheeks. 

The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. 

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. 
Horn. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. 

The strength 
Of twenty men. 

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book. 


Her beauty makes 
This vault a feasting presence full of light. 

Romeo and Juliet. Act u Sc. & 

Beauty's ensign yet 

Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, 
And death's pale flag is not advanced there. /&& 

Eyes, look your last ! 
Arms, take your last embrace ! xbia 

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, 

Leaving no tract behind. Timon of Athens. Act L Sc. i. 

Here ? s that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest 
water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. g c . 2. 

Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; 

I pray for no man but myself ; 

<3-rant I may never prove so fond, 

To trust man on his oath or bond. /&* 

Men shut their doors against a setting sun. j&u 

Every room 
Hath blazed with lights and bray'd. with minstrelsy. 

Act ii. Sc. 2. 

*T is lack of kindly warmth. rud. 

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. Act in. Sc. 7, 

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. /<? c . 5. 

"We have seen better days. j.e# iv. Sc. 2. 

Are not within the leaf of pity writ. Sc. 3. 

I ; 11 example you with thievery 1 : 
The sun >s a thief, and with his great attraction 
Eobs 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 J s a thief, 
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen 
From general excrement : each thing 7 s a thief. iud. 

Life's uncertain voyage. Act v. 5c. .z. 


As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. 

Julius Ccesar. Act *. Sc. 2 

The live-long day. /&"& 

Beware the ides of March. Sc. z 

Well, honour is the subject of my story. 
I cannot tell what you and other men 
Think of this life 5 but, for my single self, 
I had as lief not be as live to be 
In awe of such a thing as I myself. 

" 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. 

Help me, Cassius, or I sink ! 

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. 

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 ! 
Borne, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! /&# 

There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd 
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome 
As easily as a king. 


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 4. So* 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. 

3 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 a round, 
He then unto the ladder turns his back, 
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees 
By which he did ascend. Act a. Sc. i. 

Between the acting of a dreadful thing 

And the first motion, all the interim is 

Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : 

The Genius and the mortal instruments 

Are then in council ; and the state of man, 

Like to a little kingdom, suffers then 

The nature of an insurrection. . ibid. 

A dish fit for the gods. ibid. 

But when I tell him he hates flatterers, 

He says he does, being then most flattered. 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 3 st so sound. 

1 '" Utmost " in Singer. 


With an angry wafture of your hand, 
Gave sign for me to leave you. Julius Casar* Act a. Be. j. 

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 ? iud t 

Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, 

In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, 

Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. Sc. 2. 

These things are beyond all use, 
And I do fear them. ibid. 

When beggars die, there are no comets seen ; 
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. 


Cowards die many times before their deaths ; 
The valiant never taste of death but once. 
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, 
It seems to me most strange that men should fear j 
Seeing that death, a necessary end, 
Will come when it will come. 

Cces. The ides of March are come. 

Sooth. Ay, Caesar ; but not gone. ^ #*-. 80* i 

But I am constant as the northern star, 
Of whose true-fix' d and resting quality 
There is no fellow in the firmament 

Efctu, Brute ! 

How many ages hence 
Shall this our lofty scene be acted over 
In states unborn and accents yet unknown I 

The choice and master spirits of this age. /& 

1 Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. GRAY: The Bard. & 
3 t line 12. 


Though last,. not least in love. 1 Julius Ccssar. Actm. Sc. J. 

0, 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. 

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. 

ISTot that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome 
more. ibid. 

Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? 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. ibid. 

For Brutus is an honourable man; 

So are they all, all honourable men. m& 

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept : 
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. ibid. 

judgment I 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, 

Ajnd none so poor to do him reverence, , 

If you have tear s; prepare to shed them now, 
See what a rent the envious Casca made. - 
This was the most unkindest cut of all. 

Though last mot- l^^^Si^mj^^cUn..iC^out t UneM4 t .. '. 



Great Csesar felL 

0, what a fall was there, my countrymen I 
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down. 
Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. 

Julius Ccesar. Act . Sc. 

What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. 1& 

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. /&& 

I only speak right on. /# 

Put a tongue 

In every wound of Caesar that should move 
The stones of Eome to rise and mutiny. y&d 

When love begins to sicken and decay, 

It useth an enforced ceremony. 

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Act w. Sc. 2 

You yourself 
Are much condemn' d to have an itching palm. 

The foremost man of all this world. 

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, 
Than such a Boman. 

I said, an elder soldier, not a better s 
Did I say " better " ? 

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. 

Should I have answer 7 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 : 
Dash him to pieces ! 

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, 
But Brutus makes mine greater than they axe. 


All Ms faults observed, 
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote* 

Julius Ccesar. 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. ibid. 

We must take the current when it serves, 
Or lose our ventures. iud. 

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. jbM. 

But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, 

And leave them honeyless. Act v. Sc, 2. 

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius ! 

If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; 

If not, why then this parting was well made. iud. 

0, that a man might know 
The end of this day's business ere it come ! iud. 

The last of all the Komans, fare thee well ! Sc. 3. 

This was the noblest Roman of them all. Sc. $. 

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 1 " Ufa. 

1 W. When shall we three meet again 

In thunder, lightning, or in rain ? 

2 W. When the hurlyburly >s done, 

When the battle ? s lost and won. 

Macbeth. Act i. Sc. I. 

Fair is foul, and foul is fair. ibid 

Banners flout the sky. Sc. 2 


Sleep shall neither night nor day 

Hang upon his pent-house lid. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3, 

Dwindle, peak, and pine. ibid, 

What are these 

So withered and so wild in their attire, 
That look not like the inhabitants o ? the earth, 
And yet are on ; t ? Zfoo, 

If you can look into the seeds of time, 

And say which grain will grow and which will not. 


Stands not within the prospect of belief. ibid, 

The earth hath bubbles as the water has, . 

And these are of them. ibid 

The insane root 
That takes the reason prisoner. iw 

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. 

Two truths are told, 
As happy prologues to the swelling act 
Of the imperial theme. 

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, 
Against the use of nature. Present fears 
Are less than horrible imaginings. 

Nothing is 
But what is not. . - /#& 

If chance will have, m,e king, why, chance may crown me. 


Come what come may, 
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. 


1 Nothing in Ms life 
Became him like the leaving it; lie died 
As one that had been studied in his death . 
To throw away the dearest thing he owed, 
As 'twere a careless trifle. -Macbeth. Acti. Sc.4. 

There 's no art 

To find the mind's construction in the face. iud. 

More is thy due than more than all can pay. iud. 

Yet do I fear thy nature ; 
It is too full p 7 the milk of human kindness. Sc. 6. 

What thou wouldst highly, 

That wouldst thou holily j wouldst not play false, 
And yet wouldst wrongly win. /to*. 

That no pompunctious visitings of nature 

Shake my fell purpose. jbid. 

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men 

Kay 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 3 t. Jtid. 

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 observed, 
The air is delicate. . < Ibid 

If it were done when 'tis done, then ? t were well 
It were done quickly : if the assassination 
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch 


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 ; ld jump the life to come. But in these cases 
We still have judgment here j that we but teach 
Bloody instructions, which being taught, return 
To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice 
Commends the ingredients of our poison 7 d chalice 

To our own lips. Macbeth. Act f. Sc. 

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 overleaps itself, 
And falls on the other. /& 

I have bought 
Golden opinions from all sorts of people. 

Letting " I dare not " wait upon " I would," 
Like the poor cat i' the adage. 1 

I dare do all that may become a man j 
Who dares do more is none. 

Nor time nor place 
Did then adhere. 

Macb. If we should fail ? 

Lady M. We fail ! 

But screw your courage to the sticking-place, 
And we '11 not fail. 

1 See Heywood, page 14. 


Memory, the "warder of the brain. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7- 

There ; s husbandry in heaven; 
Their candles are all out. Act a. 8c. i. 

Shut up 
In measureless content. ibid. 

Is this a dagger which I see before me, 

The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch 


I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. 
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible 
To feeling as to sigkt ? or art thou but 
A dagger of the mind, a false creation, 
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? ibid. 

Thou marshalPst me the way that I was going. ibid. 

Now o'er the one half -world . 
JNature seems dead. j^d. 

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 me. 
Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell 
That summons thee to heaven or to hell, ibid. 

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. 

I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" 
Stuck in my throat. 

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, 

* Act iL sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. 


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 ii. 8c. 21 

Infirm of purpose ! /&&* 

, , 7 T is the eye of childhood 

That fears a painted deril. 

^Syill- 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. 

The labour we delight in physics pain. Be. 3* 

Dire combustion and confused events 
New hatch'd to the woful time. 

Tongue nor heart 
Cannot conceive nor name thee I 

Coiifusion now hath made his masterpiece ! 
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope 
The Lord's anointed temple, and atole thence 
The life o' the building ! 

The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees 
Is left this vault to brag of. 

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, 
Loyal and neutral, in a moment ? ibid** 

There 's daggers in men's smiles. JUd* 

A falcon, towering in her pride of place, 

Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Be. *.* 

Thriftless ambition, that wilt, ravin up 
own life's means ! 

I must become a borrower of the night 

For a dark hour or twain. ^ct m. Be. i 

1 Act ii. sc. I in Dyce, Statmton, and White. 

2 Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce and White ; Act ii. sc. 2 in Staunton. 
8 Act ii. sc. 2 in 'Dyce and White ; Act ii, sc. 3 in Stauntdn. 


Let every man be master of Ms 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,' 
Isfo son of mine succeeding. 

Mur. We are men, my liege. 

Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. 

. 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. 

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. jm 

Things without all remedy 
Should be without regard ; what 's done is done. Sc. 2. 

We have scotched the snake, not kiird it. ibid 

Better be with the dead, 

Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent td 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. 
A. deed of dreadful note. 

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, 
Till thou applaud the deed. 

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. ibid. 

Now spurs the lated traveller apace 

To gain the timely inn. , $& & 


But now I am cabin 7 d, cribb'd, confined, bound in 

To saucy doubts and fears. . Macbeth. Act is. Sc. * 

JSTow, 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. 

I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. 

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes 
Which thou dost glare with ! 

A thing of custom, 't is no other ; 
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. 

What man dare, I dare : 
Approach thou like the rugged Bussian bear, 
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, 
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves 
Shall never tremble. 

Hence, horrible shadow ! 
Unreal mockery, hence ! 

You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, 
With most admir'd disorder. 

Can such things be, 

And overcome us like a summer's cloud, 
Without our special wonder ? 

Stand not upon the order of your going, 
go at once. 


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. /^ 

My little spirit, see, 
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. g Ct & 

Double, double toil and trouble ; 

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Act iv. Sc. i. 

Eye of newt and toe of frog, 

Wool of bat and tongue of dog. /&</. 

By the pricking of my thumbs, 
Something wicked this way comes. 

Open, locks, 

Whoever knocks ! jua. 

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags ! ibid. 
A. deed without a name. ibid. 

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 ? 


1 '11 charm the air to give a sound, 
While you perform your antic round. 1 ibid, 

The weird sisters. Ibid. 

The flighty purpose never is overtook, 

'Unless the deed go with it. ibid. 

When our actions do not, 
Qur fears do make us traitors. Sc. 2 

1 Let the air strike our tune, 
Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. 

MIDDLE-TON : The Witch, act v. sc. 2< 


Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. 

5 07 Macbeth. Activ.Sc. 

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, 
Uproar the universal peace, confound 
All unity on earth. 

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 

A-nd braggart with my tongue. Ibid 

The night is long that never finds the day. ibid 

Out, damned spot ! out, I say ! Act * Sc. i 

Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and af eard ? 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 f alPn 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 deny, and dare not. 



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 diseased, 
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, 
Baze out the written troubles of the brain, 
And with some sweet oblivious antidote 
Cleanse the stufPd 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. 8c. & 

I would applaud thee to the very echo, 
That should applaud again. 

Hang out our banners on the outward walls ; 

The cry is still, "They come ! " our castle's strength 

Will laugh a siege to scorn. S 

My fell of hair 

Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir 
As life were in J t : I have supp'd full with horrors. 

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, out, brief candle ! 
Life 7 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. 

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." 


I gin to be aweary of the sun. Macbeth. Act . Be. 5. 

Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! 
At least we ; 11 die with harness on our back. ibid. 

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Sc. e. 
I bear a charmed life. So. $.1 

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. 

Live to be the show and gaze o 7 the time. 

Lay on, Macduff, 
And damn'd be him that first cries, " Hold, enough ! " 


For this relief much thanks : ; t is bitter cold, 

And I am sick at heart. Samlet. Act L &. i 

But in the gross and scope of my opinion, 

This bodes some strange eruption to our state. /&*</, 

Whose sore task 
Does not divide the Sunday from the week. MM. 

This sweaty haste 
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. /&v, 

In the .most high and palmy state of Rome, 

A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, 

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead 

Did squeak and gibber in the Boman streets. ibid. 

And then it started like a guilty thing 

Upon a fearful summons. /&& 

Whether 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. 


It faded on the crowing of the cock. 
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes 
Wherein oar Saviour's birth is celebrated, 
The bird of dawning singeth all night long : 
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir I abroad 5 
The nights are wholesome 5 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. Z 

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. 2 

The memory be green. 

With an auspicious and a dropping eye, 8 

With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, 

In equal scale weighing delight and dole. 

The head is not more native to the heart. ibid. 

A little more than kin, and less than kind. IUA. 

All that lives must die, 
Passing through nature to eternity. iud. 

Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not "seems." 

; T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, 

Nor customary suits of solemn black. ibi& 

But I have that within which passeth show ; 

These but the trappings and the suits of woe. im, 

'T is a fault to Heaven, 
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, 
To reason most absurd. R& 

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 " Eastern hill " in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. 

8 " One auspicious and one dropping eye " in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton. 


His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! God ! God ! 
How weary/ stale, fiat, and unprofitable 
Seem to me all the uses of this world ! 

Hamlet. Act i Sc. 2. 

That it should come to this ! ibid. 

Hyperion to a satyr ; so loving to my mother, 

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven 

Visit her face too roughly. Ibid. 

Why, she would hang on him, 
As. if increase of appetite had grown 
By what it fed on. ibid, 

Frailty, thy name is woman ! Ibid. 

A little month. Ibid. 

Like Mobe, all tears. Ibid, 

A beast, that wants discourse of reason. lUd. 

My father's brother, but no more like my father 

Than I to Hercules. Ibid. 

It is not nor it cannot come to good. ibid. 

Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral baked meats 

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. 

Would 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. /&& 

Season your admiration for a while. ibid. 

In the dead vast and middle of the night. jbid* 

Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe. 1 ibid* 
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. 

l "Armed at all points " in Singer and White, 


While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. 

Hamlet. Act-i. So. 2. 

Ham. His beard was grizzled, no ? 
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, 
A sable silver'd. /^ r 

Let it be tenable in your silence still. 
Give it an understanding, but no tongue. 
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve. 

Foul deeds will rise, 
Though all the earth overwhelm them, to men's eyes. 

A violet in the youth of primy nature, 

Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, 

The perfume, and suppliance of a minute. Sc. & 

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. 

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, 
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; 
Whiles, like a pufFd and reckless libertine, 
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, 
And recks not Ms own rede. 1 

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. 

1 And may you better reck the rede, 
Than ever did the adviser. 

BURNS : Epistle, to a Young Friend* 

2 tt Hooks" in Singer. 




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 expressed in fancy ; rich, not gaudy ; 
For the apparel oft proclaims the man. 

Hamlet. Act t. 8c. 3t 

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. . 

Springes to catch woodcocks. 

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul 
Lends the tongue vows. 

Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. 

Ham, The air bites shrewdly ; it is very cold. 
HOT. It is a nipping and an eager air. 

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. 

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us ! 
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, 
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from 
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 : 0, 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, 


Hath oped Ms ponderous and marble jaws 
To cast up again. What may this mean, 
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel 
Bevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon/ 
Making night hideous/ and we fools of nature 
So horridly to shake our disposition 
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? 

Hamlet, Act i. Sc 4. 

I do not set my life at a pin's fee. /^ 

My fate cries out, 

And makes each petty artery in this body 
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. 

Unhand me, gentlemen. 
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me ! 

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. 

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 prison-house, 
I could 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 : 8 
But this eternal blazon must not be 
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, 0, list ! SG. 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 ii-L Cine 166. 

2 "To lasting fires " in Singer. 

8 " Porcupine " in Singer and Staunton. 
* "Rots itself " in Staunton. 


my prophetic soul ! 

uncle! , Samlet. Acti.Sc.5* 

Hamlet ; what a f alling-off was there ! 

But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; 
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, 
My custom always of the afternoon. 

Cut off: even in the blossoms of my sin, 
Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled, 
JSTo reckoning made, but sent to my account 
With all my imperfections on my head. 

Leave her to heaven 

And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, 
To prick and sting her. ibid- 

The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, 
And 'gins to pale his uneifeetual fire. 

While memory holds a seat 
In this distracted globe. Remember thee ! 
Yea, from the table of my memory 

1 ; 11 wipe away all trivial fond records. 

Within the book and volume of my brain. 

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. /&u 

Ham. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark 
But he ; s an arrant knave. 

HOT. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the 

To tell us this. /&d, 

Every man has business and desire, 
Such as it is. y^ 

Art thou there, truepenny ? 
Come on you hear this fellow in the cellarage. 


O day and night, but this is wondrous strange ! 

Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. 

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, - 
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. /^ 

Ifcest, rest, perturbed spirit ! xbid, 

The time is out of joint : cursed spite, 

That ever I was born to set it right ! jbid. 

The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, 

.A savageness in unreclaimed blood. Act U. Sc. i. 

This is the very ecstasy of love. u-j t 

Erevity is the soul of wit. 1 Sc, 2. 

More matter, with less art. ' ibid, 

That he is mad, 't is true : 7 t is true 'tis pity; 

And pity 3 t is 't is true. /&# 

Eiad 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. /&# 

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. ibid. 
On fortune's cap we are not the very button. /fo-j. 

1 A short saying oft contains much wisdom. SOPHOCLES : AUtes,frag< 99 


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. 

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile 
promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look 
you, this brave overhanging 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 ! /aw. 

Man delights not me : no, nor woman neither. ibid. 

There is something in this more than natural, if phi- 
losophy could find it out. jbi/. 

I know a hawk from a handsaw. ibid. 

Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst 
thou ! m i m 

One fair daughter and no more, 

The which he loved passing well. /&,/. 

Come, give us a taste of your quality. // /. 

The play, I remember, pleased not the million ; ? t \v is 
caviare to the general. /&,/, 

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. /#& 

Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape 
whipping? im 

What ? s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, 

That he should weep for her ? /&# 


Unpack my heart with, words. 
And fall areursing, like a very drab. Hamlet. Act a. Sc. 2. 

For murder ; though, it have no tongue, will speak 
With most miraculous organ. 1 jttd. 

The devil hath power 
To assume a pleasing shape. /#& 

Abuses me to damn me. jud. 

The play 's the thing 
Wherein I '11 catch the conscience of the king. nid. 

With devotion's visage 
And pious action we do sugar o'er 
The devil himself. Act Hi. Sc. z 

To be, or not to be : that is the question : 
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer 
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, 
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, 
And by opposing end them ? To die : to sleep : 
'JSTo more ; and "by a sleep to say we end 
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks 
That flesh is heir to, 't is a consummation 
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep ; 
To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there 's the rub : 
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, 
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 
Must give us pause : there 's the respect 
That makes calamity of so long life ; 
Por who would bear the whips and scorns of time, 
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, 
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, 
The insolence of office and the spurns 
That patient merit of the unworthy takes, 
When he himself might his quietus make 

1 See Chaucer, page 5. 


With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels l bear, 

To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 

But that the dread of something after death, 

The undiscovered country from whose bourn 

No traveller returns, puzzles the will 

And makes us rather bear those ills we have 

Than fly to others that we know not of ? 

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; 

And thus the native hue of resolution 

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, 

And enterprises of great pith and moment 

With this regard their currents turn awry, 

And lose the name of action. Hamlet. Act Hi. Sc. i, 

Nymph, in thy orisons 
Be all my sins remember' d. 

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. 
I am myself indifferent honest. 

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt 
not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. /#& 

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough ; God 
has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. 


0, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! 

The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword. " 

The expectancy and rose of the fair state, 

The glass of fashion and the mould of form, 

The observed of all observers I Ib ^ 

ISTow see that noble and most sovereign reason, 

Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsL /&* 

0, woe is me, 
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see ! 

1 " Who would these fardels " in White- 


!Nbr do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, 
but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and/ 
as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire 
and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. 
Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig- 
pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to 
split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part 
are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and 
noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing 
Termagant; it out-herods Herod. Hamlet. Act Hi. Sc.2j 

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action j 
with this special observance, that you overstep not the 
modesty of nature. , ibid. 

To hold, as J t were, the mirror up to nature. ibid. 

The very age and body of the time his form and 
pressure. . ( JIM. 

Though it make the unskilful feoigh, cannot but make 
the judicious grieve. vrol ^ ibid. 

Not to speak it profanely. ibid. 

:" '' -- '? o ' ' ' . 'i 

I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made 
men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so 
abominably. jbid, ' 

First Play. We have reformed that indifferently with' 
us, sir. 

Ham. 0, reform it altogether. '. ibid, 

Horatio, thou art' e'en as just a man 

As e'er my conversation coped withal. . Hnd 

No, let the candied tongue- lick absurd pomp, 

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee .. ........ 

Where thrift may follow fawning. iu& 

A man that fortune's buffets and rewards 

Hast ta'en with -e-qiial thanks, .., . ibid 


They are not a pipe for fortune's finger 
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man 
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him 
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, 
As I do thee. Something too much of this. 

Hamlet. Act Hi Sc. 2* 

And my imaginations are as foul 

As Vulcan's stithy. iud t 

Here 's metal more attractive. ibid. 

Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I '11 have a suit 
of sables. ibid. 

There 's hope a great man's memory may outlive his 
life half a year. ibid. 

Tor, 0, for, 0, the hobby-horse is forgot. Ibid. 

This is miching mallecho ; it means mischief. Ibid. 

Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring ? 
Oph. >T is brief, my lord. 
Ham. As woman's love. 

Our wills and fates do so contrary run 
That our devices still are overthrown. 

The lady doth protest * too much, methinks, 

Let the galled jade wince, our withers are un wrung. 


The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian. 
Why, let the stricken deer go weep, 

The hart ungalled play ; 
For some must watch, while some must sleep : 
So runs the world away. 

? T is as easy as lying. 
It will discourse most eloquent music. ibid. 

1 " Protests " in Dyce, Singer, and Stauaton. 


Pluck out the heart of my mystery. Hamlet. Act m. Sc. 2 

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? 


Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that 7 s almost in shape 
of a camel ? 

Pol. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed. 

Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel. 

Pol. It is backed like a weasel. 

Ham. Or like a whale ? 

Pol. Very like a whale. ibid. 

They fool me to the top of my bent. ibid. 

By and by is easily said. ibid. 

? T is now the very witching time of night, 

When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out 

Contagion to this world. Ibia 

I will speak daggers to her, but use none. ibid 

0, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven ; 

It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, 

A brother's murder. Sc. 3. 

Like a man to double business bound, 
I stand in pause where I shall first begin, 
And both neglect. ibia. 

7 T is not so above ; 

There is no shuffling, there the action lies 
In his true nature, jbi<i 

limed soul, that, struggling to be free, 
Art more engaged ! Help, angels I Make assay ! 
Bow, stubborn knees ; and, heart with strings of steel, 
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ! //,/. 

With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. ibid 

About some act 
That has no relish of salvation in 7 t. ibid 


My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: 
Words without thoughts never to heaven go. 

Hamlet. Act m. c. 

Dead, for a ducat, dead ! So. 

And let me wring your heart ; for so I shall, 
If it be made of penetrable stuff. 

Such an act 
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, 

Ealse as dicers' oaths. /Wrf- 

A rhapsody of words. Ibid- 

What act 
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? 

Look here, upon this picture, and on this, 
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 
See, what a grace was seated on this brow : 
Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself ; 
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; 
A station like the herald Mercury 
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill, 
A combination and a form indeed, 
Where every god did seem to set his seal, 
To give the world assurance of a man. 

At your age 
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble. 

shame ! where is thy blush ? Eebellious hell, 

If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, 

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, 

And melt in her own fire : proclaim no shame 

When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, 

Since frost itself as actively doth burn, 

And reason panders will. 

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, 
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, 
And put it in his pocket ! 


A. king of shreds and patches. ffamletf Act iiit 

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. 

How is >t with you, 
That you do bend your eye on vacancy ? 

This is the very coinage of your brain : 
This bodiless creation ecstasy 
Is very cunning in. 

Bring me to the test, 

And I the matter will re-word ; which madness 
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, 
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. 

Confess yourself to heaven ; 
Repent what ; s past ; avoid what is to come. 

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. 

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, 

Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. 

Eefrain to-night, 

And that shall lend a kind of easiness 
To the next abstinence : the next more easy j 
For use almost can change the stamp of nature. 

I must be cruel, only to be kind : 

Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. ibid. 

For ? t is the sport to have the enginer 

Hoist with his own petar. ibid. 

Diseases desperate grown 
By desperate appliance are relieved, 
Or not at all. 1 ' . Activ.Sc.3. 

' A man.may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, 
and; eat of the fish that h.ath fed of that, worm. , ; , /6$. 

r .1 Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases. HIPPO- 
: Aphorism i, ,. . , - v ^ ^ , 


Sure, lie that made us with- such large discourse, 

Looking before and after, gave us not 

That capability and godlike reason 

To fust in us unused. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4, 

Rightly to be great 
Is not to stir without great argument, 
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw 
When honour 's at the stake. 

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, 

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Sc. $. 

We know what we are, but know not what we may be. 


To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, 

All in the morning betime. ^ 

Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. Ibid. 

Come, my coach ! Good night, sweet ladies ; good night. 


When sorrows come, they come not single spies, 

But in battalions. J&M- 

There ? s such divinity doth hedge a king, 

That treason can but peep to what it would. im. 

Nature is fine in love, and where 7 t is fine, 

It sends some precious instance of itself 

After the thing it loves. Jt*d. 

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance j * . . and 
there is pansies, that ? s for thoughts. itnd 

You must wear your rue with a difference. There 7 s a 
daisy ; I would give you some violets, but they withered. 

His beard was as white as snow, 

All flaxen was his poll. /&w. 

A very riband in the cap of youth. &?. y. 

That we would do, 
We should do when we would. 


One woe doth, tread upon another's heel, 

So fast they follow. 1 Hamlet. Act w. Sc. 7. 

Nature her custom holds, 
Let shame say what it will. ibid. 

1 Clo. Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death 
shortens not his own life. 
# Clo. But is this law ? 
1 Clo. Ay, marry, is ; t ; crowner's quest law. 

Act v. Sc. 2. 

There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners. ibid. 
Cudgel thy brains no more about it. ibid. 

Has this fellow no feeling of his business ? ibid, 

Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. 

Ibid t 

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. 


A politician, . . . one that would circumvent God. 


Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer ? Where 
be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, 
and his tricks ? ibid. 

One that was a woman, sir ; but, rest her soul, she 's 
dead. IW. 

How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the 
card, or equivocation will undo us. ibid. 

The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant 
comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. 


i Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. HBRRICK : Sorrow* 

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; 

They love a train, they tread each other's heel. 

YOUNG : Night Thoughts, night Hi. line 63, 
And woe succeeds to woe. POPE : The Jliad, book am, line 139. 


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 ? Kow get you to my lady's chamber, 
and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour 

She must COme. JIamlet. Act v, e. 2. 

To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why 
may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, 
till we find it stopping a bung-hole ? /&</. 

; T were to consider too curiously, to consider so. MM. 

Imperious C^sar, dead and turn'd to clay, 

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. /$#. 

Lay her i 3 the earth : 
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh 
May violets spring I l /$/</. 

A ministering angel shall my sister be. 2 /&/</, 

.Sweets to the sweet : farewell ! MM 

I thought thy bride-bed to have cleck'd, sweet maid, 
And not have strew'd thy grave. j^ f 

Though I am not splenitive and rash, 
Yet have I something in me dangerous. 

Forty thousand brothers 
Could not, with all their quantity of love, 
.Make up, my sum. 

1 And. from his ashes rc^ay be made 
. The 'violet, of tos native land. 

k' /"''" -^ '.-'' .'" '"/ . .:-. TENNYSON : / Mfmorinm, aniSi. 
* A ministering angel thou. -* SCOTT ; Afturmvm f canto m, *t. 3O* 


Nay, an thou 'It mouth, 
I '11 rant as well as thou. Hamlet Actv. Sc. i. 

Let Hercules himself do what he may, 

The cat will mew and dog will have his day. /&&* 

There 's a divinity that shapes our ends, 

Bough-hew them how we will. 1 $c. 2. 

I once did hold it, as our statists do, 

A baseness to write fair. 7&d. 

It did me yeoman's service. xud. 

The bravery of his grief did put me 
Into a towering passion. iud. 

What imports the nomination of this gentleman ? iud.> 

The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we 
could carry cannon by our sides. , /#& 

J T is the breathing time of day with me. 

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 ? fbid. 

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, . 
And hurt my brother. . ifod. 

Now the king drinks to Hamlet. Hid. 

A hit, a very palpable hit. iti& 

This fell sergeant, death, 
Is strict in his arrest. iud. 

Report me and my cause aright. /#& 

i But they that are above 
Have ends in everything. 

act v. sc. 4. 


I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. 

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. Z 

Absent thee from felicity awhile. /&^ 

The rest is silence. /#& 

Although the last, not least. King Lear. Act . Sc, 2. 
Nothing will come of nothing. 

Mend your speech a little, 
Lest it may mar your fortunes. 

I want that glib and oily art, 
To speak and purpose not. 

A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue 
As I am glad I have not. 

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. MM. 

As if we were villains by necessity ; fools by heavenly 
compulsion. ^ & 

That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in ; 
and the best of me is diligence. &.. *. 

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend ! 

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is 
To have a thankless child ! 

Striving to better, oft we mar what ? s well. 

Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, 
Thy element 's below. <Aet & 

Nature in you stands on the very verge 
Of her confine. 

Necessity's sharp pinch ! 

Let not women's weapons, water-drops, 
Stain my man's cheeks ! 

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! 

Act iw. 8c* Z 
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. jud 


A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. 

King Lear. Act Hi. Sc. 2. 

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths 
in a glass. . n ^ 

Tremble, thou wretch, 
That hast within thee undivulged crimes, 
Unwhipp'd of justice. ^ 

I am a man 
More sinn'd against than sinning. Jm 

Oh, that way madness lies ; let me shun that. Sc. 4f 

Poor naked wretches, wheresoever you are, 
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, 
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, 
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you 
From seasons such as these ? 

Take physic, pomp ; 
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. /${<?. 

Out-paramoured the Turk. IUdt 

'T is a naughty night to swim in. /^ 

The green mantle of the standing pool. 

But mice and rats, and such small deer, 
Have been Tom's food for seven long year. 

The prince of darkness is a gentleman. 1 

Poor Tom ? s a-cold. 

I '11 talk a word with this same learned Theban. ibid. 

Child Rowland to the dark tower came, 
His word was still, Fie, f oh, and fum, 
I smell the blood of a British man. 

The little dogs and all, 
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. 

1 The prince of darkness is a gentleman. SUCKLING: The Goblins- 


Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, 

Hound or spaniel, brach or lym, 

Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail. King Lear. Act Hi Sc. e 

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. 

Be. 7. 

The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune. 

Act iv, Sc. 1, 

The worst is not 
So long as we can say, " This is the worst." /#& 

Patience and sorrow strove 
Who should express her goodliest. Sc. 3. 

Half way down 

Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade ! 
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : 
The fishermen that walk upon the beach 
Appear like mice. Sc. 6. 

Nature >s above art in that respect. 
Ay, every inch a king. 

Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten 
my imagination. /&>/. 

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. 
Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon 
yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear : change places ; 
and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the 
thief ? jMd. 

Through tatter' d clothes small vices do appear ; 

Eobes and furr'd gowns hide all. /&& 

Mine enemy's dog, 

Though he had bit me, should have stood that night 
Against my fire. $ e 7> 

Pray you now, forget and forgive. 

Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, 
The gods themselves throw incense. 


The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices 

Make instruments to plague us. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3. 

Her voice was ever soft, 
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman. rbid. 

Vex not his ghost : 0, let him pass ! he hates him much 

That would upon the rack of this tough world 

Stretch him out longer. ibid- 

That never set a squadron in the field, 

Nor the division of a battle knows. Othello. Act I Sc. i. 

The bookish theoric. ibid- 

} T is the curse of service, 
Preferment goes by letter and affection, 
And not by old gradation, where each second 
Stood heir to the first. ' ibid. 

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters 

Cannot be truly follow 7 d. iud. 

Whip me such honest knaves. ibid. 

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve 
For daws to peck at. ibid. 

You are one of those that will not serve God, if the 
devil bid you. ibid, 

The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. Sc. 2. 

Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, 

My very noble and approved good masters, 

That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, 

It is most true ; true, I. have married her : 

The very head and front of my offending 

Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, 1 

And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace : 

For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, 

Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used 

1 Though I be rude in speech. 2 Cor. xi. 6. 


Their dearest action in the tented field, 

And little of this great world can I speak, 

More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, 

And therefore little shall I grace my cause 

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, 

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver 

Of my whole course of love. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. 

Her father loved me ; oft invited me ; 

Still questioned me the story of my life, 

From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, 

That I have passed. 

I ran it through, even from my boyish days, 

To the very moment that he bade me tell it : 

Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, 

Of moving accidents by flood and field, 

Of hair-breadth 'scapes i ? the imminent deadly breach, 

Of being taken by the insolent foe 

And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence 

And portance in my travels 7 history ; 

Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, 

Eough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, 

It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; 

And of the Cannibals that each other eat, 

The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads 

Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear * 

Would Desdemona seriously incline. 

And often did beguile her of her tears, 

When I did speak of some distressful stroke 

That my youth suffered. My story being done, 

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs ; 

She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange* 

J T was pitiful, ? t was wondrous pitiful ; 

She wish/d she had not heard it, yet she wish'd 

That Heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, 

And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, 

1 " These things to hear " in Singer, 


I should but teach him how to tell my story, 

And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : 

She loyed me for the dangers I had pass'd, 

And I loved her that she did pity them. 

This only is the witchcraft I have used. 

Othello. Act i. Sc, a 

I do perceive here a divided duty. /$& 

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief. 

The tyrant custom, most grave senators, 

Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war 

My thrice-driven bed of down. /^. 

I saw Othello's visage in his mind. /^ 

Put money in thy purse. 2bid. 

The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, 
shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. 

Framed to make women false. xud. 

One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens. Act a. Sc. i. 
Tor I am nothing, if not critical. xbid. 

I am not merry ; but I do beguile 
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise. 

She that was ever fair and never proud, 
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud. 

She was a wight, if ever such wight were, 
Des. To do what ? 

logo. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. 
Des. most lame and impotent conclusion ! 

You may relish him more in the soldier than in the 
scholar. /^ 

If after every tempest come such calms, 

May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! 



J&gregiously an ass. Othello. M . 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. z /$&, 

Silence that dreadful bell : it frights the isle 

From her propriety. Ibid. 

Your name is great 
In 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* 

lago. What, are you hurt ; lieutenant ? 

Cas. Ay, past all surgery. /&#. 

Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I hare lost 
my reputation ! I have lost the immortal part of myself, 
and what remains is bestial. /&>. 

thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name 
to be known by, let us call thee devil ! ibid. 

God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths 
to steal away their brains ! md. 

Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingre- 
dient is a devil. 

lago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar 
ture, if it be well used. 

How poor are they that have not patience ! 

1 Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Percy's J 
they are much altered by Shakespeare, and it is his version we sing in. the 


Excellent wretch. ! Perdition catch, my soul, 

But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, 

Chaos is. come again. 1 Othello. Act Hi. So. 3. 

Speak to me as to thy thinkings, 
As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts 
The worst of words. 

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, 

Is the immediate jewel of their souls : 

Who steals my purse steals trash j 't is something, 


>T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands ; 
But he that filches from me my good name 
Eobs me of that which not enriches him 
And makes me poor indeed. ibid. 

0, beware, my lord, of jealousy ! 
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock 
The meat it feeds on. jud. 

But, 0, what damned minutes tells he o'er 

"Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly 2 loves ! 


Poor and content is rich and rich enough. 

To be once in doubt 
Is once to be resolv'd. ibid. 

If I do prove 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 
Into the rale of years. 

1 For he being dead, with him is heauty slain, 
And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. 

Venus and Adonis. 
* "Fondly" in Singer and White ; "soundly" in Staunton. 


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 ill Sc. 

Trifles light as air 

Are to the jealous confirmations strong 
As proofs of holy writ. 

ISTot poppy, nor mandragora, 
!N"or all the drowsy syrups of the world, 
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep 
Which thou owedst yesterday. 

I swear 't is better to be much abused 

Than but to know 't a little. /^ 

He that is robb'cl, not wanting what is stolen, 

Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all /&# 

0, now, for ever 

Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content! 
Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars 
That make ambition virtue ! 0, farewell 1 
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, you mortal engines, whose rude throats 
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, 
Farewell ! Othello's occupation 's gone ! /&^ 

Be sure of it ; give me the ocular proof, /&& 

3STo hinge nor loop 
To hang a doubt on. 

On horror's head horrors accumulate. 

Take note, take note, world, 
To be direct and honest is not safe. 


But this denoted a foregone conclusion. 

Othello. Act in. Sc. 3. 

Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, 
For 't is of aspics' tongues ! " 

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. 

Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Sc. 4. 

To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one. Act iv. Sc. i. 
They laugh that win. 1 jud. 

But yet the pity of it, lago ! lago, the pity of it, 
lago ! jud. 

I understand a fury in your words, 

But not the words. Sc. 2. 

Steep' d me in poverty to the very lips. ibid. 

But, alas, to make me 
A fixed figure for the time of scorn 
To point his slow unmoving finger 2 at ! iud. 

Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin. - md. 

thou weed, 

Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet 
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er 
been born. 

Heaven, that such companions thou 'Idst unfold, 

And put in every honest hand a whip 

To lash the rascals naked through the world ! 

1 CERVANTES : Don Quixote, part ii. chap. %. 

2 "His slow and moving finger " in Knight and Staunton. 


'T is neither here nor there. Othello. Act iv. Sc. & 

It makes us or it mars us* Act v. Sc. 2. 

Every way makes my gain. jtnd. 

He hath a daily beauty in his life. /&#. 

This is the night 
That either makes me or fordoes me quite. /&#, 

And smooth as monumental alabaster. gc. ?, 

Put out the light, and then put out the light : 

If I quench thee, thou flaming 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. /## 

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. /#& 

Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge 

Had stomach for them all. j^ t 

One entire and perfect chrysolite. /&,/ 

Curse his better angel from his side, 
And fall to reprobation. 

Every puny whipster. ' 

Man but a rush against Othello's breast, 
And he retires. 

I have done the state some service, and they know *t. 
N"o more of that. I pray you, in your letters, 
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, 
Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, 
Kor 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 7 d in the extreme ; of one whose hand, 
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away 


Richer than all Ms tribe ; of one whose subdued eyes, 

Albeit unused to the melting mood, 

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees 

Their medicinal gum. Othello. Act v. Sc. & 

I took by the throat the circumcised dog/ 

And smote him, thus. ibid. 

There ? s beggary in the love that can be reckoned. 

Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1. 

On the sudden 
A Eoman thought hath struck him. sc. 2. 

This grief is cro'wned with consolation. ibid. 

Give me to drink mandragora. s c . 6. 

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 a. Sc. i. 

Small to greater matters must give way. SG. 2. 

The barge she sat in, like a burnished 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. ibid. 

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale 

Her infinite variety. jbid. 

I have not kept my square ; but that to come 

Shall all be done by the rule. sc. & 


'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. 5. 

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. t 

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. IbM. 

To business that we love we rise betime, 

And go to ? t with delight. Act it?, Sc. 4. 

This morning, like the spirit of a youth 

That means to be of note, begins betimes. /&#. 

The shirt of ISTessus is upon me. Sc. is. 

Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish 5 

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. $c. 14. 

That which is now a horse, even with a thought 

The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, 

As water is in water. /&& 

Since Cleopatra died, 

I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods 
Detest my baseness. /##. 

I am dying, Egypt, dying. Sc . w . 


O, withered is the garland of the war, 
The soldiers pole is fallen. 1 

Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 25. 

Let 's do it after the high Eoman fashion. jbid. 

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 1 s past the size of dreaming. 7&W. 

Mechanic slaves 
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. ibid. 

I have 
Immortal longings in me. find. 

Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. 

Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4. 

Hath his bellyful of fighting. Act a. Sc. i. 

How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh 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. s. 

Some griefs are medicinable. Actiti. Sc. 2. 

Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. 5 3. 

1 See Marlowe, page 41. 

2 See Lyly, page 32, 


So slippery that 
The fear ? s as bad as falling. Cymbdine. Act Y. Sc, 3. 

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 
B/ides on the posting winds, and doth belie 
All corners of the world. g Cm 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. ntd. 

I have not slept one wink. iud. 

Thou art all the comfort 
The gods will diet me with. j^ u 


Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth 
Finds the down pillow hard. g^ & 

An angel! or, if not, 
An earthly paragon ! /Wtf 

Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys 

Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. ^ fo . Set 2 . 

And put 
My clouted brogues from off my feet. /#& 

Golden lads and girls all must, 
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. 

0, never say hereafter 

But I am truest speaker. You calPd me brother 
*n I was b u t your sister. Act 


Like an arrow shot 

From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark 
His eye doth level at. Pericles. Act i. Se. i. 

S Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the 

1 Fish. Why, as men do arland : the great ones eat up 
the little ones. Act a. Sc, i. 

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 100$. 

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 x*u. 

But thy eternal summer shall not fade. Sonnet avw. 

The painful warrior famoused for fight, 1 

After a thousand victories, once foiFd, 

Is from the books of honour razed quite, 

And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. Sonnet #**. 

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought 

I summon up remembrance of things past, 

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, 

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. 

Sonnet SHOK. 

Full many a glorious morning have I seen. Sonnet xxxUi. 
My- grief lies onward and my joy behind. Sonnet I 

i " Worth "in White. 


Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, 

Or captain jewels in the carcanet. Sonnet Hi 

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem 

ITor that sweet odour which doth in it live. Sonnet liv. 

JsTot marble, nor the gilded monuments 

Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. Sonnet fa 

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 ixvL 

And simple truth miscalFd simplicity, 

And captive good attending captain ill. ibid. 

The ornament of beauty is suspect, 

A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. Sonnet txx. 

That time of year thou may'st in me behold, 
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang 
Upon those boughs, which shake against the cold, 
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. 

Sonnet kcxiii. 

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 KKB*. 

Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing. 

Sonnet tearcu, 

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 conquered woe ; 
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, 
To linger out a purposed overthrow. Sonnet a*, 


When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, 

Hath, put a spirit of youth in everything. Sonnet xcviii, 

Still constant is a wondrous excellence. Sonnet cv. 

And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme. Sonnet cm. 

My nature is subdu'd 
To wnat it works in, like the dyer's hand. Sonnet ca 

Let me not to the marriage of true minds 

Admit impediments : love is not love 

"Which alters when it alteration finds. Sonnet cxm. 

*T is better to be vile than vile esteemed, 

When not to be receives reproach of being ; 

And the just pleasure lost which is so deenVd, 

ISTot by our feeling, but by others' seeing. Sonnet cxxt, 

]No, I am that I am, and* they that level 

At my abuses reckon up their own. jbid. 

That full star that ushers in the even. Sonnet cxxxii. 

So on the tip of his subduing tongue 
All kinds of arguments and questions deep, 
All replication prompt, and reason strong, 
For his advantage still did wake and sleep. 
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, 
He had the dialect and different skill, 
Catching all passion in his craft of will. 

A Lover's Complaint. Line 220. 

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 Pilgrim. Hi, 

Crabbed age and youth 

Cannot live together. ibid, mil 

Have you not heard it said full oft, 

A woman's nay doth stand for naught ? nid. mv, 

'Cursed be he that moves my bones. Shakespeare's Epitaph 

164 BACON. 

FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626. 

( Works : Spedding and EUis). 


I hold every man a debtor to Ms profession j 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. v 

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark 5. 
and as that natural fear in children is increased with 
tales, so is the other. Of Death. 

Eevenge 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." 

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." 7^ 

Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament ; ad- 
versity is the blessing of the New. 

Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes ? 
and adversity is not without comforts and hopes. /&& 

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 j^. 

Men in great place are thrice servants, servants of 
the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of 

business. Of Great Place. 

Mahomet made the people believe that he would call 
a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his" prayers 
for the observers of his law. The people assembled. 
Mahomet called the hill to come to him, again and again ; 
and when the hill stood still he was never a whit abashed, 
but said, " If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Maho- 
met Will go to the hill." Of Boldness. 

The desire of power in excess caused the angels to 
fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to 

fall. 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. 

GOLDSMITH : The Captivity, act i. 
The good are better made by ill, 
As odours crushed are sweeter still. 

ROGERS : Jacqueline, stanza 3. 

2 B&RTON (quoted) : Anatomy of Melancholy, part Hi. sect. 2, memb. 5, 

Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes ; 
Men would be angels, angels would be gods. 
Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, 
Aspiring to be angels, men rebel. 

POPE : Essay on Man, ep. i. line 125. 

* There- are some remedies worse than the disease. PTTBLIUS SYEUS : 
Maxim 301. 

166 BACON. 

I had rather believe all the fables in the legends and 
the Talmud and the Alcoran, than that this universal 
frame is without a mind. Of Atheism. 

A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, 
but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to 
religion. 1 find. 

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 j 
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 ; 
but howsoever it be between nations, certainly it is so 
between man and man. Of Seeming 

1 Who are a Tittle wise the best fools be. DONNB : Triple Fool. 

A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery ; but depth in that 
study brings him about again to our religion, FULLER : The Holy State. 
The True Church Antiquary. 

A little learning is a dangerous thing. POPE : Eszay on Criticism^ 
part ii. line 15. 

2 Kings are like stars : they rise and set ; they have 
The worship of the world, but no repose. 

SHELLEY : Hellas* 

BACON. 167 

There is a wisdom in this beyond the rules of physic. 
A man's own observation, what he finds good of and 
what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve 

health. Of Regimen of Health. 

Discretion of speech is more than eloquence 5 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 5 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. Mid. 

1 Of similar meaning, " Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.'* 
See Shakespeare, page 90. 

2 Every man is the architect of his own fortune. PSEUDO-SALLUST : 
Epist. de Rep. Ordin. ii. 1. 

His own character is the arbiter of every one's fortune. PUBLIUS 
SYEUS : Maxim 283. 

Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you 
that Fortune is blind. SHAKESPEARE : Henry V. act Hi. sc. 6. 
4 God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. 

COWTJEY : The Garden, Essay 
God made the country, and man made the town. 

COWPER : The Task, book i. line 749. 

Divina natura dedit agros, ars humana sedificavit urbes (Divine Nature 
gave the fields, human art built the cities). VARRO: De Re Rustica, Hi. 1. 

168 BACOK 

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, 
and some few to be chewed and digested. Of Studies. 

Beading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, 
and writing an exact man. ibid. 

Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathe- 
matics, subtile ; natural philosophy, deep ; moral, grave ; 
logic and rhetoric, able to contend. ibid. 

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. 1ST am et ipsa scientia potestas 

est. 2 Meditationes Sacrce. De H&resibus. 

Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and 
preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb. 8 

Historia Vitce 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. Letter of Expostulation to Coke. 

, ! The vicissitude. of things. STERNR: Seiwon xvi. GIFFORD: Con- 

2 A wise man is strong ; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength. 
Proverbs xxiv. 5. 

Knowledge is more than equivalent to force. JOHNSON : Rasselas, 

8 The bee enclosed and through the amber shown, 
Seems buried in the juice which was his own. 

MARTIAL; book iv. 32, m. 15 (HayVtransIation). 
I saw a flie within a beade 
Of amber cleanly buried. 

HERRICK : On a Fly buried in Amber. 
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms 
Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grabs, or worms. 

: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, line Z69< 

BACON. 169 

" Antiquitas saeculi juventus mundi." These times are 
fehe ancient times, when the world is ancient, and not 
those which we account ancient ordine retrograde, by a 
computation backward from ourselves. 1 

Advancement of Learning. Booki. (1605.} 

Tor the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's 
estate. /^. 

The sun, which passeth through' pollution^ and itself 
remains as pure as before. 2 Boole a. 

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. md. 

1 As in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell you that old age 
or antiquity is to be accounted by the farther distance from the beginning 
and the nearer approach to the end, the times wherein we now live being 
in propriet}* of speech the most Ancient since the world's creation. GEORGE 
HAKEWILL : An Apologie or Declaration of the Power and Providence of 
God in the Government of the World. London, 162H. 

For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does 
not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the 
times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it ? PASCAL, : 
Preface to the Treatise on Vacuum. 

It is worthy of remark that a thought which is often quoted from Francis 
Bacon occurs in [Giordano] Bruno's " Cena di Gen ere." published in 1584 : 
I mean the notion that the later times are more aged than the earlier. 
WHEWELL : Philosophy of the Inductive Sciences, vol. ii.p. 298, London, 

We are Ancients of the earth, 
And in the morning of the times. 

TENNYSON: The Day Dream. '(L'JZnvoi.) 

2 The sun, though it passes through dirty places, ye remains as pure as 
before. Advancement of Learning (ed. Dewey). 

The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted. DIOGENES 
LAERTIUS, Lib. vi. sect. 63. 

Spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux : etsi per immundos 
transeat, non inquinatur (The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light : 
although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted). SAINT AUGUS- 
TINE : Works, vol. iii. } In Johannis Evang. cap. i. tr. v. sect. 15. 

The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted. LTLY : 
Euphues, The Anatomy of Wit (Arber's reprint), p. 43. 

The sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is unpolluted in 
his beam. TAYLOR : Holy Living, chap. i. p. 3. 

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the gun- 
beam. MILTON : The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce. 

170 BACON. 

Sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of 
all men's labours and peregrinations. 

/ Advancement of Learning. Bookii* 

Cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a 
due reverence to God. 1 Ibid. 

States as great engines move slowly. ibid. 

The world '#ia 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 ? 8 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) : 
Journal, Feb. 12, 1772. 

According to Dr. A. S. Bettelheim, rabbi, this is found in the Hebrew 
fathers. He cites Phinehas ben Yair, as follows : "The doctrines of religion 
are resolved into carefulness ; carefulness into vigorousness ; vigorousness 
into guiltlessness ; guiltlessness into abstemiousness ; abstemiousness into 
cleanliness ; cleanliness into godliness," -literally, next to godliness. 

2 Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span. BROWNE: Pastoral . 
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- 
MOND : Poems, p. 44. BISHOP KINO : Poems, etc. (1657), p. 145. 

4 TaL men are like houses of four stories, wherein commonly the upper- 
most room is worst furnished. HOWELL (quoted) : Letter i. book i. sect. ii. 

Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many 
stories high. FULLER : Andronicus, sect. vi. par. 18, 1. 
Such as take lodgings in a head 
That s to be let unfurnished. 

BUTLEE : Hu$ibras, part i, canto . 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. 54. 

Sir Henry Wotton used to say that critics are like 
brushers of noblemen's clothes. NO. 64. 

Sir Amice Pawlet, when he saw too much haste made 
in any matter, was wont to say, " Stay a while, that we 
may make an end the sooner." NO. 76. 

Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation 
of age, that age appears to be best in four things, old 
wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to 
trust, and old authors to read. 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." 8 NO. 193. 

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. soe. 

Cato said the best way to keep good acts in memory 
was to refresh them with new. No. 247. 

1 The custom is not altogether obsolete in the U. S. A. 

2 Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns 
brightest, old linen wash whitest ? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and 
old lovers are soundest. WEBSTER : Westward Hoe, act ii. so. 2. 

Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes ; they 
were easiest for his feet, SELDEN : Table Talk. Friends. 

Old wood to burn ! Old wine to drink ! Old friends to trust ! Old 
authors to read ! Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of 
age, that age appeared to be best in these four things. MELCHIOR : Flo- 
resta Espaiiola de Apothegmas o sentencias, etc., ii. 1, 20. 

What find you better or more honourable than age ? Take the prehem- 
Inence of it in everything, in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedi- 
gree. SHAKERLEY MARMION (1602-1639): The Antiquary. 

I love everything that's old, old friends, old times, old manners, old 
books, old wine. GOLDSMITH : She Stoops to Conquer, act i. 

8 There are some defeats more triumphant than victories. MONTAIGNE: 
Of Cannibals, chap. xxx. 



As the case stands. 1 The Old Law. Act a. Sc. i. 

On his last legs. *<* Be. 2. 

Hold their noses to the grindstone. 2 

Blurt, Master- Constable. Act Hi. Sc. 3. 

I smell a rat. 8 d - 

A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long. 4 

The Phanix. Act i. Sc. 1. 

The better day, the better deed. 5 Act Hi. Sc. i. 

The worst comes to the worst. 6 /&& 

? T is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift. 7 

Michaelmas Term. Act it?. 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 ; you know they are ever con- 
trary. 9 The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3. 
Spick and span new. 10 /#& 
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 sm ell a rat. BEN JONSON : Tale of a Tub, act w. Sc. 3. BUTLER : 
Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 281. 

I begin to smell a rat. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, book iv. chap. x. 

4 See Shakespeare, page 97. . ... 

5 The better day, the worse deed. HENRY : Commentaries^ Genesis in. 

6 Worst comes to the worst. CERVANTES : Don Quixote, part t. boob 
in. chap.v. MARSTON : The Dutch Courtezan, act Hi. sc. 1. 

7 It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize. POPE : The Iliad^ bixifc 
xxiii, line 383. 

8 Some undone widow sits upon mine arm. MASSINGER : A New Way 
to pay Old Debts, act <y. 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 Works. 

n Plain as a pike-stanv^ Terence in English (1641). BUCKINGHAM: 
Speech in the House of Lords, 1675. Gil Bias (Smollett's translation), book 
xii. chap. viii. BYROM : Epistle to a Friend. 


Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering ? 

The, Family of Love. Act v. Sc, 3, 

As true as I live. ibid. 

From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot. 1 

A Mad World, my Mctsters. Act i. Sc. 3. 

That disease 
Of which all old men sicken, avarice. 2 

The Roaring Girl Act i. Sc. z. 

Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes. ibid. 
There is no hate lost between us. 3 The Witch. Act iv. Sc. s. 

Let the air strike our tune, 
Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.* 

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 glisteneth. 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 7 s a stage on which all parts are played. 8 

A Game at Chess. Act v. Sc. 1. 

l See Shakespeare, page 51. 

2 So for a good old gentlemanly vice, 
I think I must take up with avarice. 

BYRON : Don Juan, canto i. stanza 216. 

8 There is no love lost between us. CERVANTES : Don Quixote, book 
w. chap, xxiii. GOLDSMITH : She Stoops to Conquer, act iv. GARRICK : 
'Correspondence, 2759. FIELDING : The Grub Street Opera, act i. sc. 4. 

4 See Shakespeare, page 123. 

5 These lines are introduced into Macbeth, act iv. sc. 1. According to 
iSteevens, "the song was, in all probability, a traditional one," Collier 
rsays, "Doubtless it does not belong to Middleton more than to Shakespeare.' * 
Dyce says, "There seems to be little doubt that 'Macbeth' is of an earlier 
date than 'The Witch.'" 

6 See Chaucer, page 5. 

T He 'as had a stinger. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : Wit without 
Money, act iv. sc. 1. 

s See Shakespeare, page 69, 


Turn over a new leaf. 1 Anything for a Quiet Life. Act Hi. Sc. & 

My nearest 
And dearest enemy. 2 Act v. Sc. i. 

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. 8 Sc. 2. 

SIB HENEY WOTTOK 1568-1639, 

How happy is he "born or taught, 
That serveth not another's will ; 

Whose armour is his honest thought, 
And simple truth his utmost skill ! 

The Character of a ffappy 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. 

Lord of himself, though not of lands ; 
And having nothing, yet hath all. 4 

You meaner beauties of the night, 
That poorly satisfy our eyes 

More by your number than your light ; 
You common people of the skiqs, 
What are you when the moon 6 shall rise ? 

On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia. & 

1 A Health to the Gentlemanly Profession of Servingmen (1598). Turn 
-over a new leaf . DKKKER : The Honest Whore, part ii. act i..*c. 2. . 
BURKE : Letter to Mrs. Haviland. 

2 See Shakespeare, page 128. 

8 A happy accident MADAME DB STAJEL : D Allemagne, chap. am. 
CERVANTES : Don Quixote, book iv. part ii. chap. faii. 

4 As having nothing, and yet possessing all things. 2 Corinth, m. 10. 

5 " Sun " in Retiquia Wottonianoe (eds. 1651, 1654, 1672, 1685). 

This -was printed with music as early as 1624, in Ests "Sixth Set of 
Books,' 1 etc., and is found in many MSS. HANNAH : The Courtly Poet*. 


He first deceased ; she for a little tried 
To live without him, liked it not, and died. 

Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife, 

I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff. 

Preface to the Elements of Architecture* 

Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to. 

The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex, 

An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for 

the commonwealth, 1 Religuia Wottonianas. 

The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches. 2 

A Panegyric to King Charles* 


As it fell upon a day 
In the merry month of May, 
Sitting in a pleasant shade 
"Which a grove of myrtles made. 

Address to the Nightingale^ 

SIR JOHN DAVIES. 1570-1626. 

Much like a subtle spider which doth sit 
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide ; 

1 In a letter to Velserus, 1612, Wotton says, " This merry definition of 
an ambassador I had chanced to set down at my friend's, Mr. Christopher 
Fleckamore, in his Album." 

2 He directed the stone over his grave to be inscribed : 

Hie jacet hujus sententise primus author : 


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. 

8 This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned 
to Barnfield ; it is found in his collection of "Poems in Divers Humours," 1 
published in 1598. ELLIS : /Specimens, vol. ii. p. 316. 


If aught do touch, the utmost thread of it, 
She feels it instantly on every side. 1 

The Immortality of the Soul 

Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been 
To public f easts, 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 t etc. 


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. 8 

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

DEYDEN : Mariage a la Mode, act n. sc. Z. 
The spider's touch how exquisitely fine ! 
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. 

POPE : Epistle '. line 217. 

* 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden : the birds that are with- 
eut despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and *re in a 
consumption for fear they shall never get out. WEBSTER : The Whits 
Devil, act i, sc. 2. 

Le mariage est comme une forteresse assie"ge"e ; eeux qui sont delmr* 
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 Frangau, 
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, 
ehap. 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 nt wish to get in ? EMERSON : Representative Men : Montaigne. 
8 When the battle rages loud and long, 
And the stormy winds do blow. 

CAMPBELL: Ye Mariners of England. 


DB. JOHN" DONNE. 1573-1631. 

He was the Word, that spake it ; 
He took the bread and brake it ; 
And what that Word did make it, 
I do believe and take it. 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. 1 The Triple Fool. 

BEN JONSOK 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. 6 iMdi 

As he brews, so shall he drink. Act i\< Sc. i. 

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 1654, p. 352. 

2 See Fortescue, page 7. 
8 See Bacon, page 166. 

4 rare Ben Jon son ! 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. 

POPE : Horace, book i. epistle i. line 103. 

178 JONSON. 

Hare paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen 

years. Every Man in his Humour. Act m. Sc. 3. 

It must be done like lightning. Act w. Sc. v. 

There shall be no love lost. 1 

Every Man out of his Humour. Actii.Sc.l 

Still to be neat, still to be drest, 
As you were going to a feast. 2 

Epicozne ; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 2 

Give me a look/ give me a face, 

That makes simplicity a grace ; 

Eobes 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. iud. 

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. I. 

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, Z. R. 

Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, 
And almost every vice, almighty gold. 8 

Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland,, 

1 There is no love lost between us. CERVANTES : Don Quixote, part ii. 
chap, xxxiii. 

2 A translation from Bonnefonius. 

8 The flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold. WOLCOT ; To 

Ode iv. 
Almighty dollar. IRVING : The Creole Village. 


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. ibid. 

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 

ro?s 8jjt,jLLa<nv. . . . El 2> 0olj\t, TO?J ^(K^ffi 

TO e/crrayia, Kal oftrws 85ou 
(Drink to me with your eyes alone. . . . And if you will, take the cup 
to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me). 

PHILOSTRATUS : Letter xxiv. 
2 Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh 
To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie 
A little nearer Spenser, to make room 
For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. 

BASSE : On Shakespeare. 

* This epitaph is generally ascribed to Ben Jonson. It appears in the 
editions of his Works ; but in a manuscript collection of Browne's poems 
preserved amongst the Lansdowne MS. No. 777, in the British Museum, it 
is ascribed to Browne, and awarded to him by Sir Egertoa Brydges in hia 
edition of Browne's poems. 


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 to 
be sealed of the Tribe of Ben. 

Still may syllabes jar with time, 
Still may reason war with rhyme, 
Resting 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 Carg 
and Sir Henry Morison. III. 

What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, 
Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew ? M 

Elegy on the Lady Jane Paiclet 


I know death hath ten thousand several doors 

Tor men to take their exit. 3 Duchess ofMalfi. Act iv, Sc. 2 

'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden, the 
birds that ares 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 Dtml 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. So, 2, 

1 They never taste who always drink ; 
They always talk who never think. 

PRIOR: Upon a passage in the Scaliyerana. 
2 What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade 
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade ? 

POPE: To the Memory of 'an Unfortunate Lady 

3 Death hath so many doors to let out life. BEAUMONT AKD FLETCHER * 
The Customs of the Country, act U. sc. 2. 

4 See Davies, page 176. 


Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, 
But look'd too near have neither heat nor light. 1 

The White Devil Activ.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 U. Sc. 2. 

1 saw him now going the way of all flesh. md, 


A wise man poor 

Is like a sacred book that 7 s never read, - 
To himself he, lives, and to all else seems dead. 
This age thinks better of a gilded fool 
Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school. 

Old Fortunatus. 

And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, 
There ; s a lean fellow. beats all conquerors. iud. 

1 The mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and smooth, but 
when beheld close the}'' are rough. DIOGENES LAEKTIUS : Pyrrho. like' a landscape which doth stand 
.Smooth at a distance, .rough at hand. : 

We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness, 
But near approaches make the. prospect less. 

YALDEN : Against Enjoyment* 
As distant prospects please us, but when near 
We find but desert .rocks and fleeting, air. 

GARTH : The Dispensatory, canto Hi. line 27. 
. '. 'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, 

And robes the mountain in its azure hue. 

CAMPBELL: Pleasures of Hope^ parti, line 7 

2 See Bacon, page 171. 


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. 8 s c , 4, 

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies. 

Part n. Act i. Sc. 2. 

Turn over a new leaf. 4 Act . Sc. i. 

To add to golden numbers golden numbers. 

Patient GrisseU. Acti. Sc. 1, 

Honest labour bears a lovely face. ibid 

BISHOP HALL. 1574-1656. 

Moderation is the silken string running through the 

pearl chain of all virtues. Christian Moderation. Introduction, 

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands 
in the grave. 6 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, v nor never shall be. 6 

Contemplations. Boole ii\ The veil of Moses. 

1 Of the off spring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, 
and the profettys ; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that 
gentilman Jhesus was borne. JULIANA BERNKRS : Heraldic Blazonry. 

2 See Shakespeare, page 78. 

8 Caesar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor. PLUTARCH ; 
Life of Romulus. 
'* See Middleton, page 174. 

6 And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. 
Our birth is nothing but our death begun. 

YOUNG : Night Thoughts, night v. line 71* 
6 Full many a gem of purest ray serene 
The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. 

GRAY : fileffy, stanza 14. 


JOHK FLETCHER. 1576-1625. 

Man is his own star ; and the soul that can 
Eender 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 an "Honest Man's Fortune," 

All things that are 

Made for our general uses are at war, 
Even we among ourselves. ibid. 

Man is his own star ; and that soul that can 

Be honest is the only perfect man. 2 ibid. 

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, 
Sorrow calls no time that 7 s gone ; 
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain 
Makes not fresh nor grow again. 8 

The Queen of Corinth. Act HI Be. 2. 

woman, perfect woman! what distraction 

Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil ! 

Monsieur Thomas. Act Hi. Sc. 1. 
Let US do or die. 4 The Island Princess. Act it'. Sc. 4. 

Hit the nail on the head. Lo-ve's Cure. Act a. Sc. i. 

1 Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular 
all his life long. BURTON: Anatomy of Melancholy, part i. sect. 2, memb. 
1, subsect, 2. Burton also quotes Anthony Rusca in this connection, v. 

2 An honest man's the noblest work of God. POPE : Essay on Man, 
epistle iv. line 248. BURNS : The Cotter's Saturday Night, 

8 "Weep no more, Lady ! weep no more, 

Thy sorrow is in vain ; 
For violets plucked, the sweetest showers 
Will ne'er make grow again. 

PERCY : JReliques. The Friar of Orders Gray. 

* Let us do or die. BURNS : Bannockburn. CAMPBELL : Gertrude of 
Wyoming, part Hi. stanza 37. 

Scott says, " This expression is a kind of common property, being the 
motto, we believe, of a Scottish family." Review of Gertrude, Scotft 
Miscellanies, vol. i. p. 153. 


I find the medicine worse than the malady. 1 

Love's Cure. Act Hi JSc. 3, 

He went away with a flea in 3 s ear. Sc. a 

There 's naught in this life sweet, 
If man were wise to see % 

But only melancholy ; 

O sweetest Melancholy ! 2 

The Nice Valour. Actiii.Sc.3. 

Fountain heads and pathless groves, 

Places which pale passion loves. ibid. 

Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow ;. 
You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow. 

The Bloody Brother. Act u. Sc. 2< 

And he that will to bed go sober 
Falls with the leaf still in October. 8 

Three merry boys, and three merry boys, 

And three merry boys are we/ 
As ever did sing in a hempen string 

Under the gallows-tree. Act Hi, Sc. 2 

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow 

"Which thy frozen bosom bears, 
On whose tops the pinks that grow 

Are of those that .April wears ! 
But first set my poor heart ;free, 
Bound in those icy chains by thee. 5 Actv< Sc, z 

1 See Bacon, page 165. 

2 Naught so sweet as melancholy. BURTON : Anatomy of Melancholy 
Author's Abstract. 

* The following well-known catch, or glee,, is formed on this song : 

He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, 

Falls as the leaves, do, and dies in October ; 

But he wh> goes to bed/and goes to bed mellow, 

Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow. 

, * Three merry men be we. PEELE :. Old Wivw. Tale, 1595. WEBSTEB 
(quoted) : -Westward Hoe, 1607* 
6 See Shakespeare, page 49 


Something given that way. The Lover's Progress* Act i. Sc. 1, 

Deeds/ not words. 1 / . Act Hi. Sc. 4. 

BQBEET BUBTOK 1576-4640. 

Naught so sweet as melancholy. 2 

Anatomy of Melanch'oly. 8 The Author's Abstract. 

I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling. 4 

Democritus to the Reader. ' 

They lard their lean books with the fat of others' 
works. 5 ibid. 

We can say nothing but what hath been said. 6 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 Deeds, not words. BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 867. 
2 See Fletcher, page 184. 

There V not a'strin'g 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 sootier 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 arn acquainted." Works, vol. i. p. 144. 

* A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. GARRICK : Prologue on 
quitting th e stage. ' ^ 

Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere -disco (Being not unacquainted with 
woe, I learn to help the unfortunate). VIRGIL : JEneid, lib. i, 630. 
6 See Shakespeare, page 84. ., : > 

6 Nihil dictum quod non dictum prius ( nothing said which has 
not been said before). TERENCE: Eunuchus, 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 mii. 

Pigmsei 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^lO, torn, it. 

186 BURTON. 

It is most true, stylus virum arguit, our style be- 
wrays US. l Anatomy of Melancholy. J)emocritus to the Reader. 
I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her 
young ones. 2 Jbid > 
As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made 
of his skin when he was dead, because he thought the 
very noise of it would put his enemies to flight. ibid. 
Like the watermen that row one way and look an- 
other. 8 Ibid - 
Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him 
whom he salutes.* ibid. 
Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself. 6 iud. 
Bob Peter, and pay Paul. 6 -. Ibid 
Penny wise, pound foolish. Ibid, - 
Women wear the breeches. Ibid. 
Like ^Esop'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 7 
causes hereafter, some of them in hell. ibid. 
Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many 
vices 5 he had two distinct persons in him. 8 ibid. 

1 Le style est 1'homme mme (The style is the man himself). BUFFON; 
Discours de deception ( de t'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. 

8 Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead. PJLU- 
TARCH: Whether H was rightfully said, Live concealed. 

Like rowers, who advance backward. MONTAIGNE : Of ProJU and 
Honour ^.bookiii. chap. i. 

* See Shakespeare, page 132. 

5 See Hey wood, page 15. 

6 See Heywood, page 14. KABELAIS: book i. chap* a*. 

7 JBsop: Fable^ book v. fable v. 

8 He left corsair's name to .other times, 
link'd with one virtue, and a thousand crimes. 

BYRON : The Corsair , canto Hi. stanza 24* 

BURTON. 187 

Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer. 

Anatomy of Melancholy. Parti. Sect. I, Memb. 2, Subsect. & 

Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on 
him in particular, all his life long. 1 Sect. 2, Memb. i,'Subsect. 2. 

[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, 
ministerio dcemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, 
which we call changelings. Subsect. 3. 

Can build castles in the air. 2 ibid: 

Joh, Mayor, in the first book of bis " 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. 8 Memb. 2, Subsect. i. 

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 pur 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. 6. 

Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn ? 

Memb. 3, Subsect. 2. 

1 See Fletcher, page 183. . 

2 " Castles in the air, 1 * Montaigne, Sir Philip Sidney, Massinger, Sir 
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 

4 Carpet knights are men who are by the prince's grace and favour made 
knights at home. . . . They are called carpet knights because they receive 
their honours in the court and upon carpets. MARKHAM : Booke of Hon* 
our (1625). 

"Carpet knights," Du Bartas (ed. 1621), p. 311. 
6 The exception proves the rule. 

188 BURTON. 

A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings 

better. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part L Sect. 2, Memb. 5, Subsect. 6. 

They do not live but linger. Subsect. 10. 

[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate GUI 
bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old 
apples, make them so many anatomies. 1 ibid. 

[Desire] is a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according 
to Austin, still going round as in a ring. Subsect. n. 

[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. ibid* 

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. Ibid. 

A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich. 


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. is, 

All our geese are swans. Subsect. 14. 

Though they [philosophers] write contemptu glorias, 
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. 8 Subsect. 24. 

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 on 
who rots sexual vice). PERSIUS : Satires, satire v. 

8 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- 
inund the emperor confessed. 1 

Anatomy of Melancholy. Part L Sect. 2, Memb. 5, Subsect. 16. 

Hinc quam sic calamus scevior ense, patet. The pen 
worse than the sword. 2 Memb. 4, Subseot. 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 Svbsect. e, 

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, Afemb. i, Subsect. 2. 

Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most 
Witty. Subsect. 3. 

Like him in ^Esop, he whipped his horses withal, and 
put his shoulder to the wheel. Part a. Sect, i, 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, he said he 
was sorry it was not a general : " I could make more of them." 

2 Tant la plume a eu sous le roi d' a vantage sur I'e'pe'e (So far had the pen 
under the king the superiority over the sword). SAINT SIMON : M6- 

The pen is mightier than the sword. BULWEE LYTTON : Richelieu, 
act ii. sc. 2. 

8 Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, 
Through which the living Homer begged his bread. 


Great Homer's birthplace seven rival cities claim, 
Too mighty such monopoly of Fame. 

THOMAS SKWAKD : On Shakespeare's Monument at 

Straff ord-upon-Avon. 

Seven cities warred for Homer being dead ; 
Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. 

THOMAS HKYWOOD ; Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells. 
4 A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country ol 
another. JOHNSON : Piazzi t 62. 

190 BURTON. 

Beneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see 
great men. contending with adversity. 

Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. Jf, Subsett. 1, 

Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one 
man.- . ' 

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]. jbid. 

As he said in Machiavel, omnes eodem patre nati, 
Adam's sons, conceived all and born in sin, etc. " We 
.are by nature all as one, all alike, if you see us naked ; 
let us wear theirs and they our clothes, and what is the 
difference ?" ibid. 

Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop. 1 

,.;... 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? 'Tis cheap, it costs 
them nothing. /## 

./.;. Many things happen between the cup and the lip. 8 


^: What can't be cured must be endured, iud. 

Everything, saith Epictetus, hath two handles, the 
0116 to be held by, the other not. /^ 

All places are distant from heaven alike. M^nb.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 

Though men determine, the gods doo dispose; and oft times many 
things fall out betweene the cup and the lip. -GKKENE : Perimedes the 
JSlacksmith (1SS8). 


:: The commonwealth. of : Yenice in their armoury have 
this inscription : " Happy is that city which in time of 
peace thinks of war." 

Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 8. 

"Let me not live," saith Aretine's Antonia, " if I had 
not rather hear thy discourse than see a play." 

Part Hi. Sect.l, Memb. J, Subsect. 1. 

Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grun- 
nius Corocofcta 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. i. 

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 


No cord nor cable can sa 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 See Hey wood, page 20. 

8 Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, 

Whose every hair a soul doth bind. 

CAREW : Think not 'cause men flattering say. 

One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen. 
HOWKLL : Letters, book ii. iv. (1621). 

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, 
Can draw you to her with a single hair. 

DRY DEN : Persius, satire v. line 246. 

Beauty draws us with a single hair. POPE: The Rape of the Lock, 
canto ii. line 27. 

And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair 
Has led and, turned me by a single hair. 

BLANI> : Anthology, p. 20 (edition 1813> 

192 BURTON. 

[Quoting Seneca] Cornelia kept her in talk till her 
children came from school, " and these," said she, " are^ 
my jewels." 

Anatomy of Melancholy. Part Hi. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3^ 

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. jbid* 
Though it rain daggers with their points downward. 

Memb. 3.. 

Going as if he trod upon eggs. ibid. 

I light my candle from their torches. Memb. 5, Sitbsect. i. 

England is a paradise for women and hell for horses ;. 
Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the divert)- 

goes. ' Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. 

The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.* 

Memb. 4, Subsect. 1.. 

As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face. 8 


Make a virtue of necessity. 4 /#& 

Where , God hath a' temple, the Devil will have a, 

'Chapelt Sect. 4, Memb. jf, Subsect. 1. 

If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled. Subsect. 2. 

1 See Heywood, page 10. 2 See Heywood, page 18. 

8 See Shakespeare, page 44. * See Chaucer, page 3. 

5 For where God buitt a church, there the Devil would also build & 
chapel. MARTIN LUTHER : Table Talk, favii, 

God. never had a church but there, men say, 
The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles. 

DRUMMOND : 'posthumous Poems., 

'No sooner is a temple built to God but the Devil builds a chapel hard. 
by. HERBERT : Jacula Prudentum. 

Wherever God erects a house of prayer, 
The Devil always builds a chapel there. 

DEFOE : The True-born Englishman, part i. line 1' 


For " Ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the 
world knows. 1 

Anatomy of Melancholy. Part Hi. Sect. 4, Menib. JT, Subsect, 2* 

The fear of some divine and supreme powers ^keeps 
men in obedience. 2 ibid. 

Out of too much learning become mad. : j^ 

The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion. 
and lies. Sulsect. 3. 

Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to -a. 
strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the 

place. Subsect. 5. 

When they are at Eome, they do there as they see 

done. 8 Memb. 2, SubsecL 1* 

One religion is as true as another. 

They have cheveril consciences that will stretch. 

Sttbsect. 3. 


In part to blame is she, ; 
Which hath without consent bin only tride : 
He comes to neere that comes to be denide. 4 

A Wife. St. 36* 

1 Ignorance is the mother of devotion. JEREMY TAYLOR: To a Person. 
newly Converted (1657). 

Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to m$. DRYDEN : The- 
Maiden Queen, act i. sc. 2. 

2 The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip 
To haud the wretch in order. 

BURNS : Epistle to a Young Friend. 

* Saint Augustine was in the habit of dining upon Saturday as upon- 
Sunday ; but being puzzled with the different practices then prevailing (for 
they had begun to fast at Rome on Saturday), consulted Saint Ambrose or* 
the subject. Now at Milan they did not fast on Saturday, and the answer 
of the Milan saint was this: " Quando hie sum, non jejuno Sabbato; quando* 
Romae sum, jejuno Sabbato " (When I am here, I do not fast on Saturday; 
when at Rome, I do fast on Saturda}"-). Epistle ccxxvi. to Casulanus. 
4 In part she is to blame, that has been tried : 
He comes too late that comes to be denied. 

MARY W. MONTAGU : The Lady's Resolve 



Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, 
And takes away the use of it ; l 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.* 

A Very Woman. Act v. Sc. 4. 

This many-headed monster. 3 The Roman Actor. Act m. Sc. 2. 
Grim death. 4 Act fa Sc. 2. 


The world 7 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 28$. 

JOHN SELDEK 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 death. BROWNE : Religio M edict, 
parti, sect xliv. 

See Sir Philip Sidney, pace 34. 

* Grim death, my pon and foe. MILTON: Paradise Lost, boolc ii. line 804, 

6 See Shakespeare, page 69. 

See Burton, pape 189- 7 See Heywood, page 11. 

SELDEN. 195 

conscience of Mm 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 ioot ; 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. 

3 Tis not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the 
excess. ibid. 

Commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for 
something in him we cannot abide. Judgments, 

Ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all 
men know the law, but because ; t is an excuse every 
man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him. 


No man is the wiser for his learning. Learning. 

Wit and wisdom are born with a man. jbid. 

Tew men make themselves masters of the things they 
write or speak. lUd. 

Take a straw and throw it up into the air, you may 
see by that which way the wind is. Libels. 

Philosophy is nothing but discretion. Philosophy. 

Marriage is a desperate thing. Marriage. 

Thou little thinkest what a little foolery governs the 
world. 2 Pope. 

1 See Bacon, page 171. 

2 Behold, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed. OXEN* 
STIERN (1583-1654). 


They that govern the most make the least noise. 

Table Talk. Power. 

Syllables govern the world. 
Never king dropped out of the clouds. 
Never tell your resolution beforehand. 
Wise men say nothing in dangerous times. 


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* 


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 Sen Jonson* 

Here are sands, ignoble things, 
Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. 

On the Tombs of Westminster Atteyc 

It is always good 
When a man has two irons in the fire. 

The Faithful Friends. Acti.Sc.2? 
1 See Burton, page 192. 



All your better deeds 
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. 1 

JPhilaster. Act v. Sc. 3 

Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. 

The Maid's Tragedy. Act L Sc. 2. 

A soul as white as heaven. Activ.Sc.i. 

But they that are above 
Have ends in everything. 2 ' Actv. Sc.x 

It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour. 8 

A King and No King, Act iv. Sc. 3 

There is a method in man's wickedness, 

It grows up by degrees.* . Actv.Sc. 4, 

As COld as Cucumbers. Cupid's Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1 

alamity is man's true touchstone. 6 

Four Plays in One ; The Triumph of Honour. Sc 1. 
Kiss till the COW conies home. Scornful Lady. Act m. Sc. 1. 

It would talk, 

Lord ! how it talked ! 6 Actv.Sc. i. 

Beggars must be no choosers. 7 Sc. 3. 

No better than you should be. 8 The Coxcomb. Act iv. Sc. a. 

1 See Shakespeare, page 100. ' 2 See Shakespeare, page 145. 

3 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 degre's (As virtue has its degrees, so 
has vice). RACINE : Phedre, act iv. sc. 2. 

5 Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (Fire is the test of gold ; adver- 
sity, of strong men). SENECA : De Providentia, v. 9. 

6 Then he will talk good ffods ! how he will talk ! 'LEE : Alexander 
the Great, act i. sc. 3. 

7 See Heywood, page 14. 

s She is no better/than she should be. FIELDING : The Temple Beau, 


From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot. 1 

The Honest Man's Fortune. Act ii. 5c. 2. 
One foot in the grave. 2 The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. I. 

Go to grass. Act w. Sc. 7 

There is no jesting with edge tools. 8 jbid. 

Though I say it that should not say it. 

Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. P. 

I name no parties. 4 Sc. 3. 

Whistle, and she '11 come to you. 5 

Wit Without Money. Act iv. Sc. 4. 

Let the world slide. 6 Act v. Sc. 2. 

The fit 's upon me now ! 

Come quickly, gentle lady; 

The fit 5 s upon me now. SG. 4, 

He comes not in my books. 7 The Widow. Act t. Sc. i. 

Death hath 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 J S the Straightest* The Knight of Malta. Acti. 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 Fake One. Act . Sc. A 

1 See Shakespeare, page 51. 

2 An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave. PLUTARCH : 
On the Training of Children. 

a It is 110 jesting with edge tools. The True Tragedy of Richard II L 

* The use of "party " in the sense of "person " occurs in the Book of 
Common Prayer, More 1 s u Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Fuller, and 
other old English writers. . . . 

6 Whistle, and. I 'U come to ye. BURNS : Whistle, etc. 

6 See Shakespeare, page 72. f See Shakespeare, page 50. 

8 See Webster, page 180. 

9 Pity 's akin to love. SOUTHERNE : Oroojioka, <u$ ii. sc. 1, 

Pity swells the tide of love. YOUNG : Night Thoughts, night Hi 
lint 107. 

Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother, 1 

Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 2, 

What 's one man's poison, signor, 

Is another's meat or drink. 3 Act in. Sc. 2. 

Primrose, first-born child of Ver, 
Merry springtime's harbinger. 

The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act i. Sc. 1. 

great corrector of enormous times, 

Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider 

Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood 

The earth when it is sick, and curest the world 

O' the pleurisy of people ! Act v. Sc. 2. 

GEOEGE WITHER. 1588-1667. 

Shall I, wasting in despair, 

Die because a woman 's fair ? 
Or make pale my cheeks with care, 

'Cause another's rosy are ? 
Be she fairer than the day, 
Or the flowery meads in May, 

If she be not so to me, 

What care I how fair she be ? 8 

The Shepherd's Resolution. 

Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance. 

Poem on Christmas. 

Hang sorrow ! care will kill a cat/ 

And therefore let 's be merry, ibid. 

1 But strive still to be a man before your mother. COWPER : Connois* 
teur. Motto of No. Hi. 

2 Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food to one may be 
fierce poison to others). LUCRETIUS : iv* 637. 

8 See Raleigh, page 26. 
* See Jonson, page 177. 


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^ t 

And he that gives us in these days 
New Lords may give us new laws. 

Contented Man's Morrice. 

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. Parti. 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, xviU. 

THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639. 

He that loves a rosy cheek, 

Or a coral lip admires, 
Or from star-like eyes doth seek 

Fuel to maintain his fires, 
As old Time makes these decay, 
So his flames must Ayaste 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 -. 

An untimely grave. TATE AND BRADY: Psalm mi. 


WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645. 
Whose life is a bubble, and in length, a span. 1 

Britannia's Pastorals. BooTc i. Song 2, 

Did therewith bury in oblivion. Boole a. Song 2, 

Well-languaged Daniel. ibid 

ftOBEET HEKRICK. 1591-1674. 

Cheriy ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, 

Pull and fair ones, come and buy I 

If so be you ask nie where 

They do grow, I answer, there, 

Where my Julia's lips do* smile, 

There's the land, or cherry-isle. Cherry Ripe. 

Some asked me where the rubies grew, 

And nothing I did say; 
But with my finger pointed to 

The lips of Julia. 

The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls 

Some asked how pearls did grow, and where ? 

Then spoke I to my girl 
To part her lips, and showed them there 

The quarelets of pearl. ' ibid, 

A sweet disorder in the dress 
Kindles in clothes a wantonness. 

Delight in Disorder. 

A winning wave, deserving note, 

In the tempestuous petticoat ; 

A careless shoe-string, in whose tie 

I see a wild civility, 

Do more bewitch me than when art 

Is too precise in every part, find 

1 See Bacon > page 170. 


You say to me-wards your affection 's strong j 
Pray love me little, so you love me long. 1 

Love me Little^ Love me Lonq 

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 kit Fever 

Fair daffadills, we weep to see 

You haste away so soon : 
As yet the early rising sun 

Has not attained his noon. TO Daffadilt* 

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. SPENSEB : The FaerU 
Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75. 
* See Shakespeare, -page 143. 

4 Her feet beneath her petticoat 
Like little mice stole in and out 

SUCKLING : Ballad upon a Wedding. 


I saw a file 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 Ben 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, 

FEANCIS QUAELES. 1592-1644. 

Death aims with fouler spite 

At fairer markg. 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 ! 
Light will repay 
The wrongs of night ; 

Sweet Phosphor, bring the day ! 

Emblems. Boole t. Emblem 14. 

Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. Boole a. Emblem 2. 

1 See Bacon, page 168. 

2 Nil tarn difficilest quin quserendo investigari possfet (Nothing is so 
difficult but that it may be found out by seeking). TERENCE : Heauton- 
timoroumenos, iv. 2^ 8. 

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. MILTON : Parodist 
Lost) boolc iv. line 256. 

* Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. YOUNG: Night Thoughts* 
night v, line 1011. 



This house is to be let for life or years ; 

Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears. 

Cupid, 'thas long stood void; her bills make known, 

She must be dearly let, or let alone. 

Emblems, Book ii. Emblem 10 t Ep. 1O 

The slender debt to Nature ? s quickly paid, 1 
Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made. 

J3ook 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 ?~ 

GEOEGE HEEBEET. 1593-1632. 

To write a verse or two is all the praise 

That I can raise. Praise 

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, 

The bridal of the earth and sky. Virtue.. 

Sweet spring, full of sweet days, and roses, 

A box where sweets compacted lie. jud.. 

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, 

Like seasoned timber, never gives. ibid* 

Like summer friends, 
Mies of estate and sunneshine. The Answer. 

A servant with this clause 

Makes drudgery divine ; 
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws 

Makes that and th' action fine. The Elixir. 

A verse may find him who a sermon flies, 

And tvirn, delight into a sacrifice. The Church Porch. 

...l; To die is, a debt we miist all of ,us discharge. EURIPIPES : Alcestis^ 
line 418. 

2 The longest, way round is the shortest way home. BOHN ; Foreign 
Proverbs (Italian). 


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, 

7 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. sin 

Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, 
Eeady to pass to the American strand. 

The Church Militant. 

Man is one world, and hath 
Another to attend him. j/- art 

If goodness lead him not, yet weariness 

May toss him to my breast. The Pulley. 

The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords 

If when the soul unto the lines accords. A True Hymn. 

Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it ? 2 . The Size. 
Do well and right, and let the world sink. 8 

Country Parson. Chap, xxix. 

His bark is worse than his bite. Jacvla Prudemum. 

After death the doctor. 4 jud. 

Hell is full of good meanings and wishings. 6 ibid. 

1 And he that does one fault at first, 
And lies to hide it, makes it two. 

WATTS : Bong xv. 

2 See Heywood, page 20. BICKERSTAFF : Thomas and Sally. 

3 Ruat ccelum, fiat volunfas tua (Though the sky fall, let Thy will be 
done). SIR T. BROWNE ; Religio Medici, part ii. sect. xi. 

4 After the war, aid. Greek proverb. 

After me the deluge. MADAME DK POMPADOUR. 

6 Hell is paved with good intentions. DR. JOHNSON (Boswell's Life of 
Johnson, Annus 1775). 


No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil 
builds a chapel hard by. 1 Jacuia Prudentum. 

God's mill grinds slow, but sure. 2 ibid. 

The offender never pardons. 8 ibid. 

It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle. ibid. 

To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure. 4 


The lion is not so fierce as they paint him. 5 ibid. 

Help thyself, and God will help thee. 8 ibid. 

Words are women, deeds are men. 7 ibid. 

The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken.* 


A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two. 9 


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. ibid. 

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). 

8 They ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. DRYBEN : The Con- 
quest of Grenada. 

4 God tempers the wind to the shorn lamh. STERNE : Sentimental 

6 The lion is not so fierce as painted. FULLER: Expecting Preferment. 
* God helps those who help themselves. SIDNEY : Discourses on Gov- 
ernment, sect, xxzii. FRANKIAN : 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) 

8 See Chaucer, page 4 9 gee 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 Angler. Author's Preface. 

As the Italians say, Good company in a journey makes 
the way to seem the shorter. Part L Chap. i. 

I am, sir, a Brother of the Angle. ibid. 

It [angling] deserves commendations ; ... it is an 
art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man. 


Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be 
born so. ibid. 

Doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant 
that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself. 1 


Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a fre- 
quent practiser of the Art of Angling ;" of which he 
would say, "'Twas 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 
unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of 
contentedness ; ;J and " that it begat habits of peace and 
patience in those that professed and practised it." ibid, 

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. Ibid. 

I remember that a wise friend of mine did usually 
say, " That which is everybody's business is nobody's 
business." <%<%> ** 

i Virtue is her own reward. DRYDEN : Tyrannic Love, act in. sc. 1. 

Virtue is to herself the best reward. HENRY MORE: Cupid's Conflict. 

Virtue is its own reward. PRIOR: Imitations of Horace, book Hi. 
ode 2. GAY : Epistle toMethuen. HOME : Douglas, act Hi. sc. 1. 

Virtue was sufficient of herself for happiness. DIOGENES LAERTIUS : 
Plato, xlii. 

Ipsa quidem virtus sibimet pulcherrima merces (Virtue herself is her 
own fairest reward). SILIUS ITALICUS (25 ?-99) : Punica, lib. xiii. line 663 

208 WALTON. 

Good company and good discourse are the very sinews 

of virtue. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. w. 

An excellent angler, and now with God. Chap, iv. 

Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good. /$#. 

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 ; ;? and so, if I might 
be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, inno- 
cent recreation than angling. /^ 

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. Chty ^ 

This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or 
very honest men. lbid 

Health is the secon^ blessing that we mortals are 
capable of, a blessing that money cannot buy. chap. 22. 

And upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust 
in his Providence, and be quiet and go a-angling. /&?. 

But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him ; 
marked him for his own. 2 Life ofDonne . 

The great secretary of Nature, Sir Francis Bacon. 8 

Life of Herbert. 

1 William Butler, styled by Dr. Fuller in his "Worthies" (Suffolk) the 
"^Eseulapius oF-our .age." He died in 1621. This first appeared in the 
second edition of " The Angler," 1655. Roger Williams, in his Kev into 
the Language of America," 1643, p. 98, says : 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. GKAY : The Epitaph. 

a Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates are secretaries of Nature. Ha WELL : 
Letters, book w. letter xi. 


Oh, the gallant fisher's life ! 

It is the best of any ; 
J T is full of pleasure, void of strife, 

And 7 t is "beloved by many. 

The Angler. (John Chalkhill.) 1 

JAMES SHIELEY. 1596-1666. 

The glories of our blood and state 
Are shadows, not substantial things ; 

There is no armour 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. 8 

Death calls ye to .the crowd of common men. 

Ou^id and Death. 

SAMUEL BUTLEB. 1600-1680. 

And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, 
Was beat with fist instead of a stick. 

Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 11, 

We grant, although he had much wit, 

He was very shy of using it. Line 45. 

i 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 
shade. Chalkhill is no other than our old piscatory friend incoginto. 
ZOUCH ; Life of Walton. 

* The sweet remembrance of the just 
Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. 

TATE AND BRADY : Psalm acxii. 6* 
8 " Their dust " in Works edited by Dyce. 




Beside, J t is known he could speak Greek 
As naturally as pigs squeak ; * 
That Latin was no more difficile 
Than to a blackbird y t is to whistle. 

Hudibras. Part *. Canto t. Line 51 

He could distinguish and divide 

A hair 'twixt south and southwest side. 

Por rhetoric, he could not ope 

His mouth, but out there flew a trope. 

Por all a rhetorician's rules 

Teach nothing but to name his tools. 

A Babylonish dialect 

Which learned pedants much affect. 

For he by geometric scale 
Gould take the size of pots of ale. 

And wisely tell what hour o ? the day 
The clock does strike, by algebra. 

Whatever sceptic could inquire for, 
For every why he had a wherefore. 2 

Where entity and quiddity, 
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly. 

He knew what 's what, 8 and that's as high. 
As irietaphysic wit can fly. 

Such as take lodgings in a head 
That ^s to be let unfurnished. 4 

? T was Presbyterian true blue; 

And prove their doctrine orthodox, 
By apostolic blows and knocks. 


Line si. 

Line 89. 

Line 93. 

Line 125. 

Line 121. 

Line 14& 

Line 149. 

Line iw. 

... i He Greek and Latin speaks with greater ease 
Than hogs eat acorns, and tame pigeons peas. 

CRANFIELD : Panegyric on Tom Coriate, 
3 See Shakespeare, page 50. 
8 See Skelton, page 8. 
* See Bacon, page 170. 



Line 463* 

Line 490 

As if religion was intended 

For nothing else but to be mended. 

. , . Hudibras. Parti. Canto I. Line 205, 

Compound for sins they are inclined to, 

By damning those they have no mind to. Line ?i& 

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. 

He ne'er consider' d it, as loth 

To look a gift-horse in the mouth. 1 

And force them, though it was in spite 
Of Nature and their stars, to write. 

Quoth Hudibras, " I smell a rat ! 2 . 
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate." 

Or shear swine, all cry and no wool. 8 
And bid the devil take the hin'most. 4 

With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, 
Hard crab-tree and old iron rang. 

Like feather bed betwixt a wall 
And heavy brunt of cannon ball. 

Ay me ! what perils do environ 

The man that meddles with cold iron ! 5 

Who thou'ght he 7 cl won 
The field as certain as a gun. 6 Line llt 

1 See Heywood page 11. 2 See Middleton, page 172.' 

** 8 See "Fortescue, page 7. .''. 

4 Bid the Devil take the slowest, PKIOR : On the Talcing of Namur. 
Deil tak the hindmost. BURNS : To a Haggis* 

6 See Spenser, page 27. 

6 Sure as a gun. DRYDEN : The Spanish Friar, act iii. 'sci 2> 
VANTES : Don Quixote, part i. boolc iii, chap. mi. 

Line 821^ 
Line 85%, 

Canto ii. Line 633, 

'; . i '! 

Line 831, 

Line 872. 

Canto iii. Line I. 



Nor do I know what is become 

Of him, more than. the Pope of Rome. 

Eudibras, Part i. Canto Hi. Line 263. 

I '11 make the fur 
'bout the ears of the old cur. Line 277. 

tine 309 
Line 379 

Line 393. 

Line 589. 

j,i ne 

Line 877. 

Line ion. 

Line 1047. 

Line 1145. 

Line 1357. 

He had got a hurt 
0' the inside, of a deadlier sort. 

These reasons made his mouth to water. 

While the honour thou hast got 
Is spick and span new. 1 

With mortal crisis doth portend 
My days to appropinque an end. 

For those that run away and fly, 
Take place at least o 3 the enemy. 

I am not now in fortune's power : 
He that is down can fall no lower. 2 

Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse 
And sayings of philosophers. 

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. 

When pious frauds and holy shifts 
Are dispensations and gifts. 

Friend Ealph, thou hast 
Otitein the constable 8 at last. 

Some force whole regions, in despite 
&' geography, to change their site ; 
Make former times shake hands with latter, 
And that which was before come after. 

1 See Middleton, page 1T2. 

*He that is down needs fear no fall. BUNYAN : Pilgrim 9 s Progress 
pmrt . 
* 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. 

Hudibras. Part ii. 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. Line 221. 

No Indian prince has to his palace 

More followers than a thief to the gallows. Line 273. 

Quoth she, 1 7 ve heard old cunning stagers 

Say fools for arguments use wagers. Line 297. 

Love in your hearts as idly burns 
As fire in antique Eoman urns. 1 

For what is worth in anything 

But so much money as 't will bring? Llne4$5. 

Love is a boy by poets styl'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 boiPd, the morn 

From black to red began to turn. Canto a. 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 

As well as other courts o ? th' nation ? Line 317. 

i Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, 
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. 

COWPER: Conversation, line 357. 
2 See Skelton, page 8. 

214 BUTLEE. 

He that imposes an oath makes it, 
'Sot he that for convenience takes it; 
Then how can any man be said 
To break an oath he never made ? 

.IV: Eudibras. Part it. Canto it. Lint 377 

As the ancients 

Say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance, 1 
And look before you ere you leap ; 2 
as you sow, ye are like to reap. 8 

Doubtless the pleasure is as great 

6f being cheated as to cheat. 4 Canto Hi. Line i. 

He made an instrument to know 

li the moon shine at full or no. Line 26L 

Each window like a pilFry appears, 

With heads thrust thro ? nail' d by the ears. Lmesoi. 

To swallow gudgeons ere they ? re catch' d, 

And count their chickens ere they 7 re hatch'd. Line 923. 

There 's but the twinkling of a star 

Between a man of peace and war. Xine 957. 

But Hudibras gave him a twitch 

As quick as lightning in the breech, 

Just in the place where honour 7 s lodged, ' 

As wise philosophers have judg'd ; 

Because a kick in that part more 

Hurts honour than deep wounds before. Line 1065. 

As men of inward light are wont 

To turn their optics in upon ; t. p ar t Hi. 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. 
*-,^his couplet is enlarged on by^Swift in his " Tale of a Tub," where h 
says that the happiness of life consists in being well deceived. 



Still amorous and fond and billing, 
Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. 

Hudibras, Part Hi. Canto t. Line 687< 

What makes all doctrines plain and clear ? 

About two hundred pounds a year. 

And that which was proved true before 

Prove false again ? Two hundred more. Line 1277. 

'Cause grace and virtue are within 

Prohibited degrees of kin ; 

And therefore no true saint allows 

They shall be suffer' d to espouse. Line 1293, 

Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick, 

Though he gave his name to our Old Nick. Line ms. 

With crosses, relics, crucifixes, 

Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes, 

The tools of working our salvation 

By mere mechanic operation. Line 1495. 

True as the dial to the sun, 1 

Although it be not shin'd upon. Canto a. 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. 2 Canto Hi. Line 243. 

He that complies against Ms' will 

Is of his own opinion still. foe 547. 

With books and money plac' d for show 

Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, 

And for his false opinion pay. Lfoe 624, 

1 True as the needle to the pole, 
- ',' Or as the dial to the sun. 

2 Let who will boast their courage in the field, 
I find but little safety.from my shield. 
Nature's, not honour's, law we must obey: < 
This made me cast my useless shield away. 

216 BUTLEB. 

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 ? 

ARCHILOCHUS : Fragm. 6. (Qudted by Plu- 
tarch, Customs of the Lacedemonians.) 

Sed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus ilium magis Graecum versi- 
dulum secularis sententiss 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 Fuya in Persecutione, c. 10. 

The corresponding Greek, 'Av^p 6 Qetyoov Kal irdXiv jucyrfo-eTeu, is as- 
cribed to Menander. See Fragments (appended to Aristophanes in Didot'a 
Bib. Graca,), p. 91. 

That same man that runnith awaie 
Maie again fight an other daie. 

ERASMUS: Apothegms, 1542 (translated by Udall). 
Celuy qui f uit de bonne heure 
Peut combattre derechef 
(He who flies at the right time can fight again). 

Saiyre Menippee (1594). 
Qui fuit peut revenir aussi ; 
Qui meurt, il n'en est pas ainsi 
(He who flies can also return ; but it is not so with him who dies). 

SCAREON (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. 

RAT : History of the JRebeUion (1752), p. 48. 
Tor he who figttts 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 
(2761), 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* 



The assembled souls of all that men held wise. 

Gondibert. Book ii. Canto v. Stanza 37, 

Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, 

It is not safe to know. 1 The Just Italian. Act v. Sc. 2. 

Tor angling-rod lie 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 15. 1637< 

SIR THOMAS BKOWNE. 1605-1682. 

Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as 
trophies unto the enemies of truth. 

Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. vi. 

Eich with the spoils of Nature. 8 Sect. xiii. 

i From ignorance our comfort flows. PRIOR: To the Hon. Charles 

Where ignorance is bliss, 
'T is folly to be wise. 

GRAY : Eton College, Stanza 10. 
2 For angling rod Jie 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 ef Days, 
vol. 'i. p. 173. DANIEL : Rural Sports, Supplement, 
p. 57. 

His angle-rod made of a sturdy oak ; 
His line, a cable which in storms ne'er brokfe ; 
His hook he baited with a dragon's tail, 
And s&t 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.) 
3 Rich with the spoils of time. GRAY : Elegy, stanza 13. 

IS. the, art of God. 1 Jt eligio 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. 8 Sect. K. 

There is no road or ready way to virtue. Sect. lv. 

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. 6 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. . 

Kuat coelum ; fiat voluntas tua. ibid. 

1 The course of Nature is the art of God. YOUNG: Night Thoughts, 
night ix. line 1267. 

2 See Jdassinger, page 194. 

8 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, book 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 
Aiid music of her face. 

LOVELACE; Orpheus to Beasts* 
See Herbert, page 204. 


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 /#& 

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. iud. 

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 Achilles 
assumed when he hid himself among women. iud. 

When we desire to confine our words, we commonly 
say they are spoken tinder the rose. Vulgar Errors. 

EDMUND WALLEE. 1605-1687. 

The yielding marble of her snowy breast. 

On a Lady passing through a Crowd of Peopfy. 

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 'Tis long since Death had the majority. BLAIR : The Grave, part ii. 
line 449. 

2 Adamas de rupe praestantissimus (A most excellent diamond from the 

A chip of the old block. PRIOB : Life of Burlce. 

8 The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome 
Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it. 

GIBBER : Richard II L act Mi. s* u 1. 
4 So in the Libyan fable it is Md : . 

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 JRose. 

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." 

^SCHYLUS : 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* 


In such green palaces the first kings reign'd, 
Slept in their shades, and angels entertained 5 
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 Roscommori's Translation of Horace, JDe Arte Poetica. 

Could we forbear dispute ^nd practise love, 

We should agree as angels do above. Divine Love. Canto ui. 

The soul's dark cottage, batter J d and decay'd, 

Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. 2 

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 the Divine Poems. 

THOMAS FULLEE. 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. Life 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 Dufo of Aim. 

1 The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. BYRON : Childe Harold, 
canto ii. stanza 6. 

2 See Daniel, page 39. 

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made. ROGERS : Pastum. 
8 A fiery soul, which, working out its way, 
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, 
And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. 

DRYDEN : Absalom and Achitophel, part t. line MS& 

222 PULLER. 

She commandeth her husband/ in any equal matter, by 

Constant obeying him. Holy and Prof ane State. The Good Wife. 

He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows. 

The Good Husband. 

One that will not plead jbhat 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, 


Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath 
built many stories high. 8 Andronicus. Sect. vi. Par. is, i. 

i See Bacon, p. 166. 2 See Herbert, p. 205. s See Bacon, p. 170. 



JOHN MILTOK 1608-1674 

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit 
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste 
Brought death into the world, .and all our woe. 

Paradise Lost. JBoole t. Line I. 


Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd 
Fast by the oracle of G-od. Lineio. 

Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Line is. 

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 Line 22. 

As far as angels' ken* Line 59. 

Yet from those flames 
!No light, but rathe? darkness visible. Line 62. 

Where peace 

And rest can never dwell,* hope never comes 
That comes to all. , Line 65. 

What though the field be lost ? 
All is not lost ; th ; unconquerable will, 
And study of revenge, immortal hate, 
And courage never to submit or yield. Lineios. 

To be weak is miserable, ; 

Doing or suffering. . . . Line 157, 

And out of good still to find means of evil. Line ISB. 

.Farewell happy fields, 
Where joy forever dwells : hail, horrors \ Line 249. 

l But vindicate tlie ways of God to man. POPE : .Essay on Mcin l epistle 
v. line 16. 



A mind not to be changed by place or time. 
The mind is its own place, and in itself 
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. 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 the tallest pine 

Hewn on Norwegian hills to be 'the mast 

Of some great ainmiral were but a wand, 

He walked with to support uneasy steps 

Over the burning marie. Line 2^2. 

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks 

In Yallombrosa, where th ? Etrurian shades 

High over-arch' d imbower. Line 302. 

Awake, arise, or be forever fallen ! Line ##. 

Spirits when they please 
Can either sex assume, or both. Line ^ 23 

Execute their airy purposes. Line 430. 

When night 

Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons 
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Line soo. 

Th> imperial ensign, which full high adranc'd 

Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. 2 Line sse. 

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : 

At which the universal host up sent 

A shout that tore helPs concave, and beyond 

Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. Line 5*o> 

1 See Book iv, line 75, 

2 Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air. GRAY : Tht Bard, t 2 
line 6. 



Aiion they move 
In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood 

Of flutes and soft recorders. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549. 

His form had yet not lost 
All her original brightness, nor appeared 
Less than archangel ruin'd, and th ? excess 
Of glory obscur'd. Line 591. 

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds 

On half the nations, and with fear of change 

Perplexes monarchs. Line, 597. 

Thrice he assay' d, and thrice in spite of scorn 

Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Line 619. 

Who overcomes 
By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Line 64$. 

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. Line 69&. 

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. Line 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. Line 781. 


226 MILTON. 

High on a throne of royal state, which far 
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, f ' 
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 u. Line, 1, 

Surer to prosper than prosperity . 

Could have assured us. Line 39. 

The strongest and the fiercest spirit 
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. Line 44. 

Rather 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 rs. 

When the scourge . 
Inexorable and the torturing hour , 
Call us to penance. - Linedo. 

Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. Line ios. 

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 h,ope i 
Is flat despair. 2 Line 139. 

1 Aristophanes turns Socrates into ridicule ... as making the worse 
appear the better reason. DIOGENES LAERTIUS : Socrates, v. 

2 Our hope is loss, our hope but sad despair. SHAKESPEARE : Henry 
VI. part in. act ii. sc. 3. 



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 it. Line 146. 

His red right hand. 1 Line. 174, 

Unrespited, unpitied, tinrepriev'd. Line i85> 

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. . Linesoo. 

The palpable obscure. Line4oe. 

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 darkened landscape. Line 490, 

Oh, shame to men ! devil with devil damn'd 

Firm concord holds, 'men only disagree 

Of creatures rational. Line 49$ 

1 Rubente dextera. HORACE : Ode i. 2 t 2. 

228 MILTON. 

In discourse more sweet ; 
For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense* 
Others apart sat on a hill retired, 
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high 
Of providence, f oreknowledge, 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. Line 565 

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, infixed, and frozen round, 

Periods of time ; thence hurried back to fire. Line 532. 

O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, 

Eocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. 

Line 62&, 

Gorgons and Hydras and Chimseras dire. Une 629, 

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. 

MILTON. 229 

Whence and what art them, execrable shape ? 

Paradise Lost. Boole ii. Line 681. 

Back to thy punishment. 
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. m Line 699. 

So spake the grisly Terror. Line 104. 

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. 

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 m?, 


Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear 
His famine should be filPd. Line 845. 

On a sudden open fly, 
With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, 
Th/ infernal doors, and on their hinges grate 
Harsh thunder. zine 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. jjne 910, 


To compare 

Great things with small. 1 Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 922. 

O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, 
With head, l^ands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, 
And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. 

Line 94$. 
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, 

Confusion worse confounded. LI ne 995. 

So he with difficulty and labour hard 

Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. Line 1021^ 

And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, 
This pendent world, in bigness as a star 
Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. Line 1051* 

Hail holy light ! offspring of heav'n first-born. 

Book Hi. Line JT.. 

The rising world of waters dark and deep. Line 11. 

Thoughts that voluntary move 
Harmonious numbers. Unesr. 

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 small. VIRGIL: Eclogues, I. 24; Geor* 
gics, iv. 176. COWLEY : The Motto. DRYDEN : Ovid, Metamorphoses,* 
book i. line 727. TICKELI*I Poem on Bunting. POPE: Windsor Forest. 

MILTON. 231 

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 call'd 
The Paradise of Fools, ta few unknown. Line 495. 

And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps 

At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity 

Eesigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill 

Where no ill seems. Line eso. 

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. Line 23. 

At whose sight all the stars 
Hide their dijninish'd heads. 1 Line 34. 

A grateful mind 

By owing owes not, but still pays, at once 
Indebted and discharg'd. Line 6& 

- 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 threatening to devour me, opens wide, 
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. Line re. 

Such joy ambition finds. "Line 92. 

Ease would recant 
Yows made in pain, as violent and void. Line 9$. 

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, 

Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost. 

Evil, be thou my good. Line io& 

* i Ye little stars 1 hide yourl diminished rays. POPE : Moral Essays^ 

epistle Hi. line 282. ' :...,. 



That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, 
Deep malice to -conceal, couch'd with revenge. 

Paradise Lost* Book iv. Line 12\ 

Sabean odours from the spicy shore 

Of Araby the Blest. Line iez 

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 20$ 

Flowers worthy of paradise. Line 241 

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. 1 

Proserpine gathering flowers, 
Herself a fairer flower. 

For contemplation he and valour form'd, 
For softness she and sweet attractive grace ; 
He for God only, she for God in him. 
His fair large front and eye sublime declared 
Absolute rule ; and hyacinthine locks 
Hound from his parted forelock manly hung 
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad. 


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. 

Adam the goodliest man of men since born 
His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. 

And with necessity, 
The tyrant's plea, 9 excused his devilish deeds. 

Line 256, 
Line 269. 

Line 297. 

Line 307. 

Line 323. 

lAne 393. 

1 See Herrick, page 203 

2 Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves. WIL- 
LIAM PITT : Speech on Ihe 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 5oe. 

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 he spreads 
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, 
Glistering with dew j fragrant the fertile earth 
After soft showers j and sweet the coming on 
Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night 
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, 
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train : 
But neither breath of morn when she ascends 
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun 
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, 
Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers, 
Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night 



With, this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon 
Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. 

Paradise Lost. Book it?. Line 639 

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth 
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep- 

In naked beauty more adorn' d/ 
More lovely than Pandora. 1 

- Eas'd the putting off 
These troublesome disguises which we wear. 

Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source 
Of human offspring. 

Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. 

Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear 
Touched lightly ; for no falsehood can endure 
Touch of celestial temper. 

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, 
The lowest of your throng. 

Abash'd the devil stood, 
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw 
Virtue in her shape how lovely. 

All hell broke loose. 
Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved. 
The starry cope 

Of heaven. 

Line 677. 
Line 713. 

Line 739. 

Line 750- 
Line 800. 

Line 810, 
Line 830. 

Line 846. 
Line 918, 
Line 987. 

Line 992. 


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. BOO* v. Line i 

1 When unadorned, adorned the most. THOMSON : Autumn, line 204, 



Hung ovet 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. Line we. 

A wilderness of sweets. Line 294. 

Another morn 
Bis'n on mid-noon. Line 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. Line 637. 

Satan ; so call him now, his former name 

Is heard no more in heaven. X^e 658. 

Midnight brought on the dusky hour 
Friendliest to sleep and silence. Xfwe 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. 


Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand 
Unbared the gates of light. g oolc & 



Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought 

The better fight. Paradise Lost. Book vl. Line 29. 

Arms on armour clashing bray'd 
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels 
Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise 

Of Conflict. Line 209. 

Spirits that live throughout, 
Vital in every part, not as frail man, 
In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, 
Cannot but by annihilating die. Xiwe 345. 

Far of! his coming shone. LI 768. 

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd 
To hoarse or mute, though falFn on evil days, 
On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues. 

Book mi. Line 24+ 

Still govern thou my song, 
Urania, and fit audience find, though few. Line 30. 

Heaven opened wide 

Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, 
On golden hinges moving. Li m 20$. 

Hither, as to their fountain, other stars 

Kepairing, in their golden urns draw light. Line 364. 

]STow half appeared 
The tawny lion, pawing to get free 
His hinder parts. 

With sanctity of reason. 

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, 
And pavement stars, as stars to thee appear 
Seen in the galaxy, that milky way 
Which nightly as a 'circling zone thou seest 
Powder'd with stars. , 

Line 46$, 

Line 507. 

Line $77. 



The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear 

So charming left his voice, that he awhile 

Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear. 

Paradise Lost. Book mil. Line l t 

There swift return 
Diurnal, merely to officiate light 

Bound this opacous earth, this punctual spot. Line 21. 
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay. Line 43. 
And touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew. 

With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, 
Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. 

Her silent course advance 
With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps 
On her soft axle. 

Be lowly wise : 
Think only what concerns thee and thy being. 

To know 

That which before us lies in daily life 
Is the prime wisdom. 

Xiiquid lapse of murmuring streams. 
And feel that I am happier than I know. 

Among unequals what society 

'Can sort, what harmony, or true delight ? 

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, 
In every gesture dignity and love. 

Tier virtue and the conscience of her worth, 
That would be wWd, and not unsought be won. 

She what was honour knew, 
And with obsequious majesty approv'd 
My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower 
I led her blushing like the morn ; all heaven. 

Line 47. 
Line 83. 

Lint, 163 
Line 173. 

Line 192, 
Line 263 
Line 282. 

Line 383. 
Line 488, 

Line 502, 



And happy constellations on that hour 
Shed their selectest influence ; the earth. 
Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; 
Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs 
Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings 
Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub. 

Paradise Lost. Book mil. Line 50& 

The sum of earthly bliss. Lme 522. 

So well to know 

Her own, that what she wills to do or say 
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. Line &*& 

Accuse not Nature : she hath done her part ; 

Do thou but thine. Line SGI. 

Oft times nothing profits more 
Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right 
Well manag'd. 1 une 571. 

Those graceful acts, 

Those thousand decencies that daily flow 
From all her words and actions. Xie eoo. 

With a smile that glow'd 
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. Unt eis. 

My unpremeditated verse. ^ook ix. Line 24. 

Pleased me, long choosing and beginning late. Line 26. 

Unless an age too late, or cold 
Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. 

Eevenge, at first though sweet, 
Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. Li 

The work under our labour grows, 
Luxurious by restraint. 

Smiles from reason flow, 
To brute deny'd, and are of love the food. Line 23* 


But most of all respect thyself." A precept of the Pythagoreans- 

MILTON. 239 

For solitude sometimes is best society, 
And short retirement urges sweet return.- 

Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 249. 

At shut of evening flowers. Line 278, 

As one who long in populous city pent, 

Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. Line 445, 

So gloz'd the tempter. Line 549. 

Hope elevates, and joy 
Brightens his crest. Line 633. 

Left that command 
Sole daughter of his voice. 1 Line 652. 

Earth felt the wound ; and Nature from her seat, 
Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe ," 
That all was lost. Line 732. 

In her face excuse 
Came prologue, and apology too prompt. Line 853. 

A pillar' d shade 
High overarched, and echoing walks between. Line uo& 

Yet I shall temper so 
Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most 
Them fully satisfy' d, and thee appease. Book x. Line 7?. 

So scented the grim Feature, and upturn' d 

His nostril wide into the murky air, 

Sagacious of his quarry from so far. Line 279. 

,. How gladly would I meet 
Mortality my sentence, and be earth 
Insensible ! how glad would lay me down 
As in my mother's lap ! . Line 77& 

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave 
Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades ? 

Book sd* Line 269. 
i Stern daughter of the voice of God. WORDSWORTH : Ode to Duty- 

,240 MILTOM. 

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. Line 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. Line 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. Line 582. 

The brazen throat of war. Line. ns. 

Some natural tears they dropped, but wip'd thezn soon ; 
The world was all before them, where to choose 
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. 
They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, 
Through Eden took their solitary way. . Book xii. Line 645. 

Beauty stands 
In the admiration only of weak minds 

Led captive. Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 220. 

Bocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd. 

Line 228. 

Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise. 

Boole in. Line 56. 

Elephants endorsed with towers. Line 329 

Syena^ and where the shadow both way falls, 

Meroe, Nilotic isle. Book w. Line 70. 

Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreaih'd. Line 76. 

1 Summtun nee metuas diem, nee optes (Neither fear nor wish for your 
last day). ^- MARTIAL : lib. &. epigram 47 1 line 13. 



The childhood shows the man, 
As morning shows the day. 1 

Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 22O 

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 fierce democratic, 

Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, 

To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne, Line 267. 

Socrates ... 

Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounced 

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 poern, where so soon 

As in our native language can I find 

That solace ? Line 330. 

Till morning fair 
Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. Line 426. 

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, 
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse 

Without all hope of day ! Samson Agonistes. Line 80. 

The sun to me is dark 

And silent as the moon, % 

When she deserts the night 

Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Line s6. 

The child is father of the man WORDSWORTH : My Heart Leaps up. 

242 MILTON. 

Kan on embattled armies clad in iron, 
And, weaponless himself, 

Made arms ridiculous. Samson Agoniste*. Line 12*. 

Just are the ways of God, 

And justifiable to men ; 

Unless there be who think not G-od at all. Line 29^ 

What boots it at one gate to make defence, 

And at another to let in the foe ? Line sea. 

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 j isles 

Of Javan or G-adire, 

With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, 

Sails filPd,.and streamers waving, 

Courted by all the winds that hold them play, 

An amber scent of odorous perfume 

Her harbinger ? Linens 

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, 

After offence returning, to regain 

Love once possessed. 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'nmg dragon came, 

Assailant on the perched roosts 

And nests in order rang'd 

Of tame villatic fowl. Xn 169& 

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail 

Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, 

Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, 

And what may quiet us in a death so noble. Line im. 

MILTON. 243 

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot 

Which men call earth. Comus. Line 5. 

That golden key 
That opes the palace of eternity. Line is. 

The nodding horror of whose shady brows 

Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger. Line 38. 

I will tell you now 

What never yet was heard in tale or song, 
From old or modern bard, in hall or bower. Line 43. 

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape 

Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine. Line 4$. 

These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof. Line $3. 

The star that bids the shepherd fold. Line 93. 

Midnight shout and revelry, 

Tipsy dance and jollity. Line 102. 

Ere the blabbing eastern scout, 

The nice morn, on th' Indian steep 

From her cabin' gl loop-hole peep. Line 238. 

When the gray-hooded Even, 
Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, 
iEose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain. 

Line 2S8. 

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. 

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 ? Line 221, 

Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould 

Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Line 244. 

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 srniPd ! Comus. Line 249. 

Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul 

And lap it in Elysium. u ne 256. 

Such sober certainty of waking bliss. Line 203. 

I took it for a faery vision 

Of some gay creatures of the element, 

That in the colpurs of the rainbow live, 

And play i ; th' plighted clouds. Line 298. 

It were a journey like the path to heaven, 

To help you find them. ^ ne 343. 

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 ail-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. 

He that has light within his own clear breast 

May sit i ? th 1 centre and enjoy bright day j 

But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts 

Benighted walks under the midday sun. Line 373i 

The unsunn'd heaps 
Of miser's treasure. 

Line 398, 

; Tis chastity, my brother, chastity: 

She that has that is clad in complete steel. Lin 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 



TJiat 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 livened 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 453, 

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. Line 476. 

And sweeten' d every musk-rose of the dale. Line 496. 

FilPd the air with barbarous dissonance. Line sso. 

I was all ear, 

And took in strains that might create a soul 
Under the ribs of death. Line 56o t 

-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. Line 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 esteemed, and the dull swain 

Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon. Line 32. 

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. Xtne 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 

Ke'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, 
But with besotted base ingratitude 
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. j jine 776t 

Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, 

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. 

Line 790. 

His rod reversed, 
And backward mutters of dissevering power. um sie 

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 1Q22t 

I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, 

And with forced fingers rude 

Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 

Lycidas. Line 3, 

He knew 
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. Line w. 

MILTON. 247 

Without the meed of some melodious tear. 

Lycida*. Line 14. 

Under the opening eyelids of the morn. Line 26. 

But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, 

Now thou art gone and never must return ! Line 37. 

The gadding vine. . Line40. 

And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. Line 66. 

To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, 

Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair. . Line 68. 

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise * 

(That last infirmity of noble mind) 

To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; 

But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, 

And think to burst out into sudden blaze, 

Comes the blind Fury with- th' abhorred shears 

And slits the thin-spun life. n ne 70i 

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. Line 78. 

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, 

Built in th 7 eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. Line 100. 

The pilot of the Galilean lake ; 

Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain 

(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). Line 109. 

But that two-handed engine at the door 

Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Line 130. 

Throw hither all your quaint enamelPd 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, 

iJErant quibus appetentior fam* videretnr, quando etiam sapientibus 
cupido gloriae 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 HeMdius Priscus]. TACITUS : ffistoria, iv. 6. 

248 MILTON. 

The white pink, and the pansy f reakt 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. 

Lytidas. 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 si. 

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. Une 75, 

Herbs, and other country "messes, 

Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses. . Une ss, 

To many a youth and many a maid 

Dancing in the chequer'd shade. Li ne 95. 

MILTON. 249 

Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. L" Allegro. Line 100. 

Tower'd cities please us then, 

And the busy hum of men. Line 117f 

Ladies, whose bright eyes 
Itain influence, and judge the prize. Line 121. 

Such sights as youthful poets dream 

On summer eves by haunted stream. 

Then to the well-trod stage anon, 

If Jonson's learned sock be on, 

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, 

Warble his native wood-notes wild. Line 129. 

And ever against eating cares 

Lap me in soft Lydian airs, 

Married to immortal verse, 1 

Such as the meeting soul may pierce, 

In notes with many a winding bout 

Of linked sweetness lon^ drawn out. Line 135. 

Untwisting all the chains that tie 

The hidden soul of harmony. Line 143f 

The gay motes that people the sunbeams. 

II Penseroso, Line 8. 

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 6i. 

i Wisdom married to immortal verse. WOKDSWORTH: 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 heavVs wide pathless way ; 
And oft, as if her head she bow'd, 

Stooping through a fleecy Cloud. II Penseroso. Line 65. 

Where glowing embers through the room 

Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. Line 79. 

Par 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. Line 97, 

Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing 

Such notes as, warbled to the string, 

Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek. Line ios. 

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 128. 

Hide me from day's garish eye. Line 141. 

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 
Of branching elm star-proof, 

MILTON. 251 

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 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 
Euns 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. Line 184, 

Peor and Baalim 

Forsake their temples dim. Line 197. 

What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones, 

The labour of an age in piled stones ? 

Or that his hallo w'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. 

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day. 1 

Sonnet to the Nightingale 
1 See Chaucer, page 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. jud. 

Peace hath her victories 

No less renowned than war. To the Lord General Cromwell. 

EVn them who kept thy truth so pure of old. 
When all our fathers worshipped 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 xsci.^ 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. iud. 

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 
Bight onward. Sonnet xxii. lUd, 

t)f which all Europe rings from side to side. /^ 

But oh ! as to embrace me she inclin'd, 

I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. 

On his Deceased Wife,. 


Have hung 
My dank and dropping weeds 

To the stern god of sea. Translation of Horace. Book I Ode J, 

For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bet- 
tered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted 
Plagiare. lconockt$te$, x%iii~ 

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, with 
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 my 
portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity 
of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to 
after times as they should not willingly let it die. md. 

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet 
and still air of delightful studies. iu<i. 

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write 
well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a 

true poem. Apology for Smectymnuus. 

His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, 
trip about him at command. nid. 

Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees. 

Tractate of Education* 

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 169. 

254 MILTON. 

Enflamed -with tlie 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. ibid. 

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. ibid. 

Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument. 


-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. 


A good book is the precious life-blood of a master- 
spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life 
beyond life. 2bid. 

Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in 
books. xbid. 

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 
keat. ibid. 

"Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that 
whisper softness in chambers ? ^Ud. 

^ 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 


an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her 
tmdazzled eyes at the full midday beam. 


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 ? ! ibid. 

Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by 
transgressing most truly kept the law. Tetrachordon. 

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 t. 

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 iv. 


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. Boole mi. 84. 

1 Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to combat 
it. JEFFERSON : Inaugural Address. 

2 In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to' con- 
trive, and a hand to execute. G-IBBON : Decline and Fall of the Roman 
Empire, chap, xlviii. 

Heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. 
From Jimius, letter xxxvii. Feb. 14, 1770. 


SIE 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 Weddmyi 

Her lips were red, and pne wag thin ; 
Compared with that was next her chin, 
Some bee had stung it newly. 

Why so pale and wan, fond lover ? 

Prithee, why so pale ? 
Will, when looking well can't move lier, 

Looking ill prevail ? 

Prithee, why so pale ? 

'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 to talk with, 

And pleasant, too, to think on. Brennoralt. Act v 

Her face is like the milky way i' the sky, 

A meeting of gentle lights without a name. Act iil- 

But as when an authentic watch is shown, 
Each man winds up and rectifies his own, 
So in our very judgments. 2 Agiaura. Epilogue- 

The prince of darkness is a gentleman. 8 The Goblins- 

* See Herriefe, page 202, 

3 'T is with our judgments as our watches, none 
Go just alike, yet each believes his own. 

POPE : Essay on Criticism, part t. line ft. 
8 See Shakespeare, page 147. 


Nick of time. The Goblinz 

" High characters," cries one, and he would see 
Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be. 1 

The Goblins. 


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. 8 

SIR JOHN DENHAM. 1615-1668. 

Though with those streams he no resemblance 
Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; 
His genuine and less guilty wealth t 3 explore, 
Search not his bottom, but survey his shore. 

Cooper's Hill. Line 1B& 

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 overflowing, full. Line 189~ 

l Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, 
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. 

POPE : Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 53.. 
There 's no such thing in Nature, and you '11 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. 

NAPIER: Montrose dnd the Covenanters^. 

vol. ii. p. 566. 

* I '11 make -thee famous by my pen, 
And glorious by my sword. 

SCOTT : Legend of Montrose, chap. asa> 


Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last 

year. The Sophy. A Tragedy. 

But whither am I strayed ? I need not raise 
Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise ; 
!Nbr is thy fame on lesser ruins built ; 
Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt 
Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, 
Must haye their brothers, sons, and kindred slain. 1 

On Mr. John Fletcher's Works. 

EICHAED CEASHAW. Circa 1616-1650. 

The conscious water saw its God and blushed. 2 Epigram. 

Whoe'er she be, 

That not impossible she, 

That shall command my heart and me. 

Wishes to his Supposed Mistress. 

Where'er she lie, 

Locked up from mortal eye, 

In shady leaves of destiny. Ibid 

Days that need borrow 

!No part of their good morrow 

From a fore-spent night of sorrow. 

Life that dares send 

A challenge to his end, 

And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend ! 

1 Po^ts are sultans, if they had their will ; 
For every author would his brother kill. 

ORRERY : Prologues (according to Johnson). 
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, 
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, 

POPE ; Prologue to the Satires, line 197. 

* Nympha pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit (The modest Nymph saw the god, 
and blushed). fipigrammationa Sacra. Aquce in mnum versa, p. 299. 


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. Asnton, 


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 leasts. 

I could not love thee, dear, so much, 
Lov'd I not honour more. 

To Lucasta, on going to the Wars. 

When flowing cups pass swiftly round 
With no allaying Thames. 2 

To Althea from. Prison, ii. 

Eishes that tipple in the deep, 
.Know no such liberty. ibid. 

1 See Browne, page 218. 

The mind, the music breathing from her face. BTROK : Bride of Aby 
dos, canto i. stanza 6. 

2 See Shakespeare, page 103. 


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, 

ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667. 

What shall I do to be forever known, 

And make the age to come my own ? The Motto.. 

His time is forever, everywhere his place. 

Friendship in Absence*. 

We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine, 

But search of deep philosophy, 

Wit, eloquence, and poetry ; 
Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine. 

On the Death of Mr. William Harvey 

His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might 
Be wrong ; his life, I 'm sure, was in the right. 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^ n. Drinking.. 

Fill all the glasses there, for why 

Should every creature drink but I ? 

Why, man of morals, tell me why ? Jbidt 

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

POPE : Essay on Man, epilogue m. line 30&, 

COWLEY. 261 

A mighty pain to love it is, 
And 7 t is a pain that pain to miss ; 
But of all pains, the greatest pain 

It is to love, but love in vain. From Anacreon, vii. Gold, 

Hope, of all ills that men endure, 

'The only cheap and universal cure. The Mistress. For Hope. 

Th/ adorning thee with so much art 

Is but a barbarous skill ; 
? Tis 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 

Damdeis. 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 

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

Boole ii. Line 95. 

'The monster London laugh at me. Of Solitude, xi. 

Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, 

And all the fools that crowd thee so, 

JEven 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, i, 

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. 8 

1 One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now. SOUTHEY : 
'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. 2. 
* See Bacon, page 167. 


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

Horace. Boole Hi. Ode 1. 

Charmed with the foolish whistling of a name. 1 

Virgil, Georgics. Book n. Line 72* 

Words that weep and tears that speak. 2 The Prophet. 

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

Discourse concerning the Government of Oliver Cromwell. 

Thus would I double my life's fading space ; 
For he that runs it well, runs twice his race. 8 

Discourse xi. Of Myself. St. xi. 

EALPH YENNING. 1620(?)-1673. 
All the beauty of the world, ? t is but skin deep. 4 

OrtJiodoxe Paradoxes. (Third edition, 1650.) The Triumph of 
Assurance, p. 41. 

They spare the rod ; and spoyle the child. 6 

Mysteries and Revelations, p. S. (1649.) 

MAEVELL. 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. xbid. 

^ ! Ravish'd with the whistling of a name. - POPE: Essay on Man epistle 
tv. line 281. ' * 

2 Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. - GRAY : Prowess of 
Poesy, in. 3, 4. J J 

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

4 M . . , POPE:* Imitation of Martial 

^ Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are 
but skin-deep. HENRY : Commentaries. Genesis Hi. 
6 See Skelton, page 8. 


In busy Companies of men. The Garden. (Translated.) 

Annihilating all that J s made 

To a green thought in a green shade. iud 

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 1 * return from Ireland-. 

He nothing common did, or mean, 

Upon that memorable scene. Rid. 

So much one man can do, 

That does both act and know. Ibid. 

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

The Character of Holland. 


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. 

Horce Sucissive 

HENRY VAUGHAK 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, 

i Bishop of Peterborough, 1663. 


My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, 
Mere glimmering and decays. They are all gone, 

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just ! 

Shining nowhere but in the dark ; 
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, 

Could man outlook that mark ! /&& 

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams 

Call to the soul when man doth sleep, 

So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, 

And into glory peep. ibid. 

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

The Seed growing secretly. 

ALGEEKON SIDNEY. 1622-1683. 

Manus haec inimica tyrannis 
Ense petit plaeidam 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. aw. 

Men lived like fishes ; the great ones devoured the 

sma11 - 8 Sect.xviii. 

1 His father writes to him, Aug. 30, 1660 : " It is said that the University 
of Copenhagen brought their album unto yon, 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 by Camden (Clarencieux). 
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 L chap. ix. Of Liars. 

3 See Shakespeare, page 161. 


God helps those who help themselves. 1 

Discourses on Government. Chap. ii t Sect, xxiii 

It is not necessary to light a candle to the sun. 2 ibid. 

WILLIAM WALKEB. 1623-1684. 

Learn to read slow : all other graces 
Will follow in their proper places. 8 

The Art of Reading. 

JOHN BUN YAK 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." 

The name of the slough was Despond. Parti 

Every fat must stand upon his bottom. 4 ibid. 

Dark as pitch. 5 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 : Book m. fable 18 

2 Like his that lights a candle to the sun. FLETCHER : Letter to Sir 
Walter Aston. 

And hold their farthing candle to the sun. TOTING : Satire vii. line 56. 
3 Take time enough ; all other graces 
Will soon fill up their proper places. 

BYROM : Advice to preach slow. 

* Every tub must stand upon its bottom. MACKLIN: The Man of the 
World, act i. so. 2. 
5 RAY : Proverbs. GAY : The Shepherd's Week. Wednesday. 


The palace Beautiful. Pilgrim* Prog?. Parti. 

They came to the Delectable Mountains. ibid. 

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. 


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

passed. Ancient and Modern Learning. 

No clap of thunder in a fair frosty day could more 
astonish the world than our declaration of war against 
Holland in 1672. MemoirSt r<a.&.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" TILLOTSOK 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 


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. 

A \ ? ? d ^ r^ exist > ifc Would be necessa T t invent him. - VOLTAIRE ' 
A l Auteur du Livre des trois Imposteurs, epitre cxl 

God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting- 
LONGFELLOW: C<mrtship,of Miles Standish, fe Panting. 

DBYDEN. 267 

JOHN DBYDEK 1631-1701. 
Above any Greek -or Roman name. 1 

Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Line 76 

And threatening France, placed like a painted Jove, 
Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. 

Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39,. 

Whatever he did was done with so much ease, 
In him alone 'twas 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 ; 

Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high 

He sought the storms. Line ise. 

Great wits are sure to madness near allied, 

And thin partitions do their bounds divide. 8 Line 263. 

And all to leave what with his toil he won 

To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son. Line 169. 

Besolv'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. POPE : epistle i. book ii. 
line 26. 

2 See Fuller, page 221. 

8 No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness. ARISTOTLE : 
Problem, sect. 30. 

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

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

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

: History (under a portrait of Mustapha I.). 



Line 26%, 

Line 301. 
Line 512. 
Line 534.. 

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 

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

Not only hating David, but the king. 

Who think too little, and who talk too much. 3 

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 5 
But in the course of one revolving moon 
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon. 4 

So over violent, or over civil, 

That every man with him was God or Devil 

His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. 6 

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

Line 545~ 

Line 557,. 
Line 645.- 

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- 

4 Grammatlcus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes", 

Augur, schcenobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit 

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

6 A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman. JULIUS HARE : Guesses- 
at Truth. 

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


.Beware tlie fury of a patient man. 1 

Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 1005. 

Made still a blundering kind of melody 5 

.Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin ; 2 

Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in. 

Part ii. 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 took ; 
Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, 
And long inveterate foes saluted as they passed. 

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 designed, 
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind. 4 

Part Hi. Line 2387. 

But Shad well 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. 5 

Britannia Rediviva. Line 1. 

1 Furor fit laesa s^pius patientia (An over-taxed patience gives way to 
fierce anger. PUBLIUS SYRUS : Maxim 289. 

2 See Spenser, page 28. 

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

POPE : Essay on Man, epistle ii. line 217. 

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

s And fools who came to scoff remained to pray. GOLDSMITH : The 
Deserted Village, line 180. 

270 BBYDEN. 

And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. 

Britannia JRediviva. Line 208, 

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

Epistle to Congreve. Line 29. 

Be kind to my remains ; and oh defend, 

Against your judgment, your departed friend I Line 72. 

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

Epistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. Line, 92. 

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

To the Memory of Mr. Oldham, Line 15. 

So softly death succeeded life in her, 

She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. 

Eteonora. Line 325. 

Since heaven's eternal year is thine. 

Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 25. 

gracious God ! how far have we 

Prof an ? d thy heavenly gift of poesy ! Line 56. 

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. 1 

Line 70. 

He was exhaFd ; 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 surpassed; 
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. 

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

YOUNG : Night Thoughts, night v. line 600 


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 Day, Line 11, 

JSone but the brave deserves the fair. 

Alexander's Feast. Line 2& 

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

Bacchus, ever fair and ever young. 

Eich the treasure, 
Sweet the pleasure, 
Sweet is pleasure after pain. 

Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; 

Fought all his battles o'er again ; 

And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the 

Slain - . Line 66. 

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, 
Fallen from his high estate, 

And welt'ring in his blood; 
Deserted, at his utmost need, 
By those his former bounty fed/ 
On the bare earth exposed he lies, 
With not a friend to close his eyes. -^ine 77. 

1 Grsecia Mseonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem, 

Anglia Mil ton um jactat utrique parem 
(Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virgil claim ; 
England can either match in Milton's fame). 

SELVAGGI: Ad Joannem Miltonum. 

272 DRYDEN* 

For pity melts tlie mind to love. 1 

Alexander's Feast. Line 96. 

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, 
Soon he soothed Ms soul to pleasures. 
War, he sung, is toil and trouble; 
Honour but an empty bubble j 

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 or. 

Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again. ^i n t 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 dpew an angel down. Line ie&. 

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. Book ii. Line 758. 

For Art may err, hut Nature cannot miss. 

The Cock and the Fox. Line 452, 

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

Theodore and Honoria. Line 227. 

Old as I am, for ladies 7 love unfit, 
The power of beauty 1 remember yet. 

Cymon and Iphigenia,. Line 1. 

1 See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. 

2 This proverb Dryden repeats in Amphitryon, act i. sc. 2. 
See Shakespeare, page 106. 

DE-TDEN. 273 

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

Cymon and Ipldgenia. Line 41. 

He trudged along unknowing 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 j 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 ; maintained at vast expense, 

In peace a charge, in war a weak defence j 

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. Boole Hi. Ode 29, Line 66 

1 And love the offender, yet detest the offence. POPE : Eloisa to Abelard^ 
tine 192. 

2 Heureux qui, dans ses vers, salt d'ime voix l^gere, 
Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au severe. 

BOILEAU : L'Art Poetique, chant 1*. 
Formed by thy converse, happily to steer 
From grave to gay, from lively to severe. 

POPE : Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 379. 
* Serenely full, the epicure would say, 
Fate cannot harm me ; I have dined to-day. 

SYDNEY SMITH : Recipe for Salad. 

274 DRYDEN. 

Not Ixeaven 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. t ne 81t 

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, ^Eneid. Line 1. 

And new-laid eggs, which Baucis 7 busy care 
Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare. 1 

Ovid, Metamorphoses, Boole 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 JEsculapiw, 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 
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue. 

Juvenal. Satire x* 

Our souls sit close and silently within, 
And their own web from their own entrails spin j 
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, 
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. 8 

Mariage a la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 7. 

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

Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba. 

i 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 jive-and-thirty Years A ao 

3 See Burton, page 191. y ' 

* 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, i. 

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 co.uld not copied be ; 
Within that circle none durst walk but he. 

The Tempest. Prologue. 

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

The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1- 

Forgiveness to the injured does belong ; 

But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. 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. 1. 

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped ; 

And they have kept it since by being dead. Epilogue. 

1 See Burton, page 193. 

2 Fat, fair, and forty. SCOTT : St. Ronan's Well, chap. vii. 

Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 1816, writes: "Lord is going 

to marry Lady -, a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing resident of the 


8 Quos l&serunt et oderunt (Whom they have injured they also hate). 
SENECA : De Ira, lib. ii. cap. 33. 

Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quern Iseseris (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. 


Death, in itself ig nothing } but we feat 

To be we know not what, we know not where, 

Aurenyzebe. Act iv. Sc* 2 

When I consider life, 7 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 wor^e, 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 ; l 

And from the dregs of life think to receive 

What the first sprightly running could not give* /& 

*T is not for nothing that we life pursue ; 

It pays our hopes with something still that ? s new. jud 

All delays are dangetous in war. Tyrannic Love. ActlSc.i 

Pains of love be sweeter far 

Than all other pleasures are. Act iv. Sc. i 

Whatever is, is in its causes just. 2 (Edipu^. Act m. s& i. 

His hair just grizzled, 
As in a green old age. 8 ibid. 

Of no distemper, of no blast he died, 

But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed 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. Activ. $c. i, 

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

1 There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius MAOAULA.T : History of 
England, chap. aa?m"* 

2 Whatever id, ig tight. -^ PC^TE : Ess&y on Man) epistle i. line 2SQ> 

8 A gree^i aid aife tin^o&scio^ of decay. -*- POPE : The Iliad, took sexiii. 
tin* 929. 


There is a pleasure ^re 
In being mad which none but madmen know. 1 

The Spanish Friar. Act it. Sc. 1. 

Lord of humankind. 2 Jbid< 

Bless the hand that gave the blow. 8 /#& 

Second thoughts, they say, are best. 4 4<?J5 #. Sfif 2 . 

He ? s a sure card. Ibidi 

As sure as a gun. 3 Act ft. Sc. 2 

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, 

Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. Act . 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 fpr more. 7 rbid. 

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 til Sc. i. 
The true Amphitryon. 9 Act iVi 8Cm 7 . 

The Spectacles pf books. Essay on Dramatic Poetry. 

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

COWPER : The Timepiece, line 285. 

2 Lords of humankind. GOLDSMITH: The Traveller, line 327. 
* Adore the hand that gives the blow. POMFRET; Verses to his Friend. 
4 Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest. EURIPIDES : Hipno- 

6 See Butler, page 211. 

e The precious porcelain of human clay. BYKON : Don Juan, canto w. 
stanza 11. 

7 Give, ample room and verge enough. GRAY : The Bard, ii. 1. 

9 Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. BLAIR : The Grave, line $8. 
9 Le veritable Amphitryon 

Est I'Amphfoyon ou Ton djne 
(The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine). 

MOLIERE : Amphitryon, act in. sc. 5, 



Remember Milo's end, 
Wedged in that timber which lie 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 us. 

The multitude is always in the wrong. ' Line 184. 

My God, my Father, and my Friend, 

Do not forsake me at my end. Translation of Dies Ira. 

THOMAS KEK 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, 


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 1STEWTOK 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. 2 Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol ii. Chap. xwii. 

1 See Coke, page 24. 2 See Milton, page 241. 


EAEL OF EOCHESTEE. 1647-1680. 

Angels listen when she speaks : 

She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder ; 

But my jealous heart would break 

Should we live one day asunder. Song. 

Here lies our sovereign lord the king, 

Whose word no man relies on ; 
He never says a foolish thing, 

Nor ever does a wise one. 

Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II. 

And ever since the Conquest have been fools. 

Artemisia in the 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 I. 

A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. On the King, 

It is a very good world to live in, 

To lend, or to spend, or to give in; 

But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own, 

It is the very worst world that ever was known. 2 

SHIEE. 1649-1720. 

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

Essay on Poetry. 

There ? s no such thing in Nature ; and you ; 11 draw 

A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw. 8 ibid. 

1 Thou best-humour' d man with the worst-hum our'd muse \ GOLD- 
SMITH : Retaliation. Postscript. 

2 These last four lines are attributed to Rochester. 
8 See Suckling, page 257. 


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

Essay on Poetry 

THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685. 

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

Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. Z 

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

Act p f Sc. 2. 

And die with decency. g Ci3t 

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

The Orphan. Act Hi. Sc. 1. 

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an 
eternal misery together. 8 Actii.8c.8. 

1 See Shakespeare, page 112. 

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

GRAY : The Bard, part i. stanza 3. 
2 woman, woman ! when to ill thy mind 
Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend. 

POPE ; ffomer's Odyssey, boolc xi. line 551 
* Let us swear an eternal friendship. FRERE : The Movers, act *. tsM 



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

Letter to the Marquis ofMontrcse, the Eart of JRothes, etc. 

NATHANIEL LEE, 1655-1692. 
Then he will talk good gods ! how he will talk ! 1 

Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. 

Yows with so much passion, swears with so much grace, 
That >t is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him. ibid. 
When Greeks joined Greeks-,, then was the tug of war. 

Act iv. Sc. 2. 

>T is beauty calls, and glory shows tie way. 3 ibid. 

Man, false man, smiling, destructive man ! 

Theodosius. Act Hi. Sc. 2, 

JOHN" NOKRIS. 1657-1711. 

How fading are the joys we dote upon ! 

Like apparitions seen and gone. 

But those which soonest take their flight 
Are the most exquisite and strong, 

Like angels' visits, short and bright ; a 
Mortality ? s too weak to bear them long. 

TKe Parting, 

1 See Beanmont and Fletcher, page 197. 

2 " Leads the way " in the stage editions, which <:outain various interpo- 
lations, among them 

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

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

s Like those of angels, short and far between. BLAIR '- The Grave^ 
Kne 588. 

Like angel visits, few and far between. CAMPBELL : Pleasure* of 
Mope, part ii. Km 378, 


JOHN" DENNIS. 1657-1734. 
A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple 

to pick a pocket. The Gentleman's Magazine. Vol. li. Page 324. 

They will not let my play run ; and yet they steal my 
thunder. 1 

Pity ; s akin to love. 2 Oroonoka. Act a. Sc. i: 

Of the king's creation you may be ; but he who makes a 
count ne'er made a man. 8 

Sir Anthony Love. Act ii. Sc. 1. 

MATHEW HENRY. 4 1662-1714. 

The better day, the Worse deed. 6 Commentaries. Genesis Hi. 

Many a dangerous temptation conies to us in fine gay 
colours that are but skin-deep. 6 jbid. 

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

* See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. 

* I weigh the man, not his title; *t is not the king's stamp can make th 
metal better. WYCHERLEY : The Plaindealer, act i. so. 1. 

A prince can make a belted knight, 

A marquis, duke, and a' that ; 
But an honest man 's aboon his might: 
Guid faith, he maunna fa 7 that. 

BURNS : For a' that and a 9 that. 

* Mathew Henry says of his father, Rev. Philip Henry (1631-1691): "He 
would say sometimes, when he was in the midst of the comforts of this, 
life, 'All this, and heaven too I' " Life of Rev. Philip Henry p. 70 
(London, 1830.) 
5 See Middleton, page 172. 6 g ee yenning, page 262. 

HENRY. 283 

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish 
that he did not only sigh but roar. 1 Commentaries. Job Hi. 

To their own second thoughts. 2 vi. 

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel. 

Psalm sKcxvi. 

Our creature comforts. xxxvii. 

None so deaf as those that will not hear. 8 imii. 

They that die by famine die by inches. lix. 

To fish in troubled waters. ix. 

Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and 
therefore called the staff of life. 4 civ. 

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. 6 


- None so blind as those that will not see. 7 xx. 

Not lost, but gone before. 8 Matthew a. 

1 Nature says best; and she says, Roar! EDGJTWORTH ; Ormwul, 
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. FISHER AMES : On Biennial Elections, 1788. 

8 See Heywood, page 19. 

4 Bread is the staff of life. SWIFT : Tale of a Tub. , 

Corne, which is the staffe of life. WINSLOW : Good Newesfrom New 
England, p. 47. (London, 1624.) 

The stay and the staff, the whole staff of bread. Isaiah Hi. 1. 

5 Diogenes once saw a youth blushing, and said: "Courage, my boy .1 
that is the complexion of virtue." DIOGENES LAERTIUS : Diogenes, vi. 

6 See Heywood, frage 12. 

7 There is none so blind as they that won't see. SWIFT : Polite C& 
versation, dialogue Hi. 

8 Literally from Seneca, Epistola Ixiii. 16. 

Not dead, but gone before. ROGERS : Human Life. 


Those that &re above business, c&jttteentarie*. Matthew xx.. 
Better late than never. 1 xxi, 

Saying and doing are two things. ibid. 

Judas had given them the slip. xxii. 

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 axe to be entrusted with. 2 m\ 

BICHABD BEOTLEY. 1662-1742. 

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

Montis Life of Benttey. Page 90. 

"Whatever is, is not/* is tiie fiiaxim of the anarchist, 
as often as anything conies across him in the shape of a 
law which he hapfmns not to like.* 

The fortuitous or casual coftcfotirse 

Sermons, vii. Works, Vot hi. p. 141 (1&92). 

i See Heywood page 13, 2 See Appendix,, page 85&. 

* See Ehyden, page 276-. 

That fortuitous concourse of atoms. Review of Sir Robert Pee/V M- 
s*. Q&arterliy Review? vol. Hw.p., 270(1835). 

In this article a party was described as a fortuitous' concourse of atoms, 
a phrase supposed to have bee used fo* the first time many years after- 
wards by Lord Joh& BuaselL Groker Papers, vol. ii. p- 54. 


God save our gracious king 1 
Long live our noble king 1 

God save the king J god $am the Kin 

Aldeborontiphoscophorw) ! 

Where left you Chrononhotonthologos ? 

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. 

To thee, and gentle Rigdom Eunnido^, 

Our gratulations flow in strqam;S ^nbpunfej- 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 qall 

JBut " Coach ! Coach 1 Co&ch ! Oh for a coach, ve gods ! ". 

Act ii. Sc. 4. 

Genteel in personage, 
Conduct, and equipage ; 
]SToble by heritage, 

Generous and free. The Contrivances. A$ti.Bc.2. 

What a monstrous tail our cat has got ! 

The Dragon of Wmtky. Actii. 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. 

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

SWIFT : JBalfadon Miss NeUy fienaet* 


DANIEL DEFOE. 1663-1731. 

Wherever God erects a liouse of prayer, 
The Devil always builds a chapel there j l 
And J t will be f ound, 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. 

TOM BEOWK 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 
fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to 
a man that has never a shirt on his back. 8 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, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare ; 
Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te 

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

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

BUSSY: Comte de Rabutin. (1618-1693.) 

3 Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt. SORBIENXE (1610- 

GOLDSMITH: The Haunch of Yen ison. 


your 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 PEIOE. 1664-1721. 

All jargon Of the schools. 2 I am that I am. An Ode. 

Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim 

At objects in an airy height ; 
The little pleasure of the game 

Is from afap: to view the flight. 8 

To the Hon. Charles Montague. 

From ignorance our comfort flows. 

The only wretched are the wise. 4 j^id. 

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. iud. 

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. 6 

Upon a passage in the Scaligerana, 

That air and harmony of shape express, 

Pine by degrees, and beautifully less. 6 Henry and Emma. 

* Who never mentions hell to ears polite. POPE: Moral Essays, epistle 
$v. line 249. 

2 Noisy jargon of the schools. POMFRET: Reason. 
The sounding jargon of the schools. COWPER: Truth, line 367. 
8 But all the pleasure of the game 
Is afar off to view the flight. 

Variations in a copy dated 169%. 

* See Davenant, page 217. 

5 See Jonson, page 180. Also Dryden, page 268. 

6 Fine by defect, and delicately weak. POPE : Moral Essays, epistle ii 

288 TRIOE. 

Now fitted the Walter, now traversed the cart, 
And often took leave, but was loth to depart 1 

The Thief md the 

Nobles and heralds, by yotrr 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, Alzia. Canto a. Line r* 

Till their own dreams at length deceive ? em, 

And oft repeating, they believe ? em. Canto Hi. Line 13^ 

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

Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book ii. Line 36-f 

For hope is but the dream of those that wake. 8 

Booh Hi. Line 102, 

1 As men that be lothe to departe do often take their left. [John Clerk ta 
Wolsey.j ELLIS: Letters, third series, vol. i.p.262. 

"A loth to depart" was the common term for a song, or a tune played, 
on taking leave of friends. TARLTON : News out of Purgatory (about 1689). 
CHAPMAN: Widow's Tears. MIDDLETON: The Old Law, act iv, sc, 1. BEAU- 
MONT AND FLETCHER : Wit at Several Weapons, act iL 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 <M>n gang hieher, 
Ise willing giv.e him leve. 

3 This thought is ascribed lo Aristotle by Diogenes Laertius (Aristotle,. 
v. xt.), who, when asked what hope as, .answered, " The dream of a waking- 
man." Menage, in his "Observations upon Laertius," says that Stobseus. 
(Serm. tix.) ascribes it to Pindar, while JElian ?(:F0r- Mist, xiiL 29) refers it 
to Plato. 

Et spe$ inanes, et velut somnia qusedam, vigilaiitiiim (^"ara hopes 
like certain dreams, of those who wake).. QUINTILIAN : vi. 2 t 27. 


Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn ; 
And lie 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 Tilgnm* 

JOHN POMFKET. 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. 

JONATHAN" SWEBT. 1667-1745. 

I Ve often wished that I had clear, 
For life, six hundred pounds a year ; 
A handsome house to lodge a friend 5 
A river at my garden's end; 
A terrace walk, and half a rood 
Of land set out to plant a wood. 

Imitation of Horace. Book ii. Sat. &, 

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 BROWN :, 
Works, vol. iv. p. JT1. 

2 See Dryden, page 277. 

s As geographers, Sosi us, crowd into the edges of their maps parts .of tne- 
world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the* 
effect that bej^ond this lies nothing but sandy deserts lull of wild beasts, 
and unapproachable bogs. PLUTARCH: Theseus. 


290 SWIFT. 

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

Poetry, a Rhapsody, 

Hobbes clearly proves that every creature 

Lives in a state of war by nature. JH& 

So, naturalists observe, a flea 

Has smaller fleas that on him prey ; 

And these have smaller still to bite 'em 5 

And so proceed ad infinitum. 1 /&#. 

Libertas et natale solum : 

Pine words ! I wonder where you stole 'em. 

Verses occasioned by Whitshed's Motto on kis Coach. 

A college joke to cure the dumps. Cassinus and Peter. 
? T is an old maxim in the schools, 
That flattery '& 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, 8 

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. p art ^ chapt w 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. 

ROWLAND : Knave of Hearts (1612). RAY: Proverbs. TOM BROWN : 
Amusement, mil. -.. 

* As the political parties of Whig and Tory are pointed out by the' hfch 
and^low heels of the Lilliputians (Framecksan and Hamecksan), those of 
Papist and Protestant are designated under the Big-endians and Small- 

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 
raw inclement summers. 

Gulliver's Travels. Partiii. 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 


Bread is the staff of life. 2 jbid. 

Books, the children of the brain. sect. L 

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 coining too close for her safety, and of the sailors throw- 
ing a tub to the whale, evidently to play with. This practice is al^o men- 
tioned in an old prose translation of the "Ship of Fools." Sir JAMES 
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- 
LAIS : book iL chap. adv. 

* RAY : Proverbs. MALLET: Tyburn. 


If Heaven tad looked upon -riches 
thing, it would not have given tteni to such, a scoundrel- 

to Mi Vawhromrigh, 4w#. 22, 

Sot die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole. 

Z/etffer to JBolingbroJce, March, 21 } 1729.. 

A. penny for your thoughts. 1 

Mr.f)dy<7ti<w to Polite Converpqtio-. 

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

owl ? Polite Conversation, Dialogue L. 

The sight of you is good for sore eyes. 

>T is as cheap sitting as standing. 

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. 

Sha looks as if butter wou'dn't melt in her mouth. 2 


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. iud.. 

I mean you lie under a mistake.- 8 ni$., 

Lord M. What religion is he of ? 

Lord jSp, Why, he is an Anythingarian. ibid.. 

He was a bold man that first eat an oyster. Dialogue iL. 
That is as well said as if I had said it myself. jbid.. 
You must take the will for the deed. 4 

1 See Hey wood, page 16. 

2 See Heywood, page 13. 

8 You lie under a mistake. SHEJULEY; Magico ProdigiosQ, scene I 1 
(a translation of Calderon). 

* The will for dee4 I doe a<^ept Du BAB^AS: >tivie Weeks a,iK% 
Works, third day, week ii. part 2. 

The will for the deed. CIBB^B : The Rival Fools^ ^o^,^. 

SWIFT, 293 

Fingers were made before forks> and hands before 

knives. * Polite Conversation. Dialogue it. 

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

IrOrd! I wonder what fool it was that first invented 
Mssing. nid. 

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. 

I ? 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. /&&, 

I know Sir John will go, though he Was sure it would 
xain cats and dogs. Jfod. 

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

>T is happy for him that his father was before him. 

Dialogue Hi. 

There is none so blind a$ they that won't see. 2 ibid. 

She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse, ibid. 

She pays, him in his own coin. Mid. 

There was all the world and his wife. Ibid, 

* Use thi*e physiciaiid 
Still: first, Dr. Quiet; 
Next, Di*. MerrymaTi, 
And Dr. Dyet 

Regimen Satoftcrtis Salc^tdmm (edittotf t$&7) 
* See Mattel BEemy, page 283. 


Sharp 's the word with her. 

Polite Conversation. Dialogue Hi 

There 's two words to that bargain. iud* 

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

Scott's Life o 


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. ibid. 

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, 

Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. 2 Act m. 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 U. Sc. 5. 

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a 
cellar. 8 Sc. 7. 

1 When the poem of" Cadenus and Vanessa" was the general topic of 
conversation, some one said, " Surely that Yanessa 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. GIBBER: Love's Last Shift, act iv. 

8 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. 


Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. . 

The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure ; 
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. 1 Act v. Sc. i 

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise. 

To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise. 2 Letter to Cobham. 

SAMUEL GAETH. 3 1670-1719. 

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

The Dispensary. Canto Hi. Line 225+ 

I see the right, and I approve it too, 

Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue. 4 

Ovid, Metamorphoses, mi. 20 (translated by Tate and 
Stonestreet, edited by Garth). 

For all their luxury was doing good. 5 ' ciaremont. Line 149. 

COLLEY CIBBEK. 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, 't is madness to defer. YOUNG : Night Thoughts, 
night i. line 390. 

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

CHRISTOPHER CODRINGTON : Lines addressed to Garth 
on his 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 ffall, book Hi. GRAVES : The Epicure. 


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

Itickard III. {altered). Act Hi. Sc. I 

I Ve lately had two spiders 

Crawling upon my startled hopes. 

'Now though thy friendly Hand has brushed 'em from me, 

Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes : 

I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em. 

Act iv. Sc. Si 

Off with his head ! so much for Buckingham ! ibid. 

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 iud. 

Perish that thought ! Ko, never be it said 

That Fate itself could awe the soul of Kieliard. 

Hence, babbling dreams ! you threaten here in vain ! 

Conscience, avaunt 1 Richard ? s himself again I 

Hark I the shrill trumpet sounds to horse ! away ! 

My soul 's in arms, and eage^ for the fray^ ibid. 

A weak invention of the enemy. 8 jud. 

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

Lovfs Last Shift. Act . 

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 m the law. Woman** Wit. Act f. 

Words are bat empty thanks. 

This bttgin-e-sg. will never hold water, 


I Stte Sir Thomas Biwffe, page 2m 2 g e <J Sldkespeare, page 02. 

* See Shakespeare, page 98. * See Co&greve, page 29& 


Losers must have leave to speak. The Rival Fools. Act . 
Stolen sweets are best. jud 

The will for the deed. 1 ^ ct m. 

Within one of her. Act v. 

I don't see it. The Careless Hvsband. Act ii. 8c, 2. 

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


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. 8 

Tatler. No. 49'. 

Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the 

Outrageously virtuOUS. Spectator. No. 266. 

JOSEPH ADDISOK 1672-1719. 

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, 

And heavily in clouds brings on the day, 

The great, the important day, big with the fate 

Of Cato and of Rome. Cato. Act i. Sc. i. 

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

3 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. 
* Lady Elizabeth Hastings. 


? T 7 s pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul ; 

I think the Romans call it stoicism. Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. 

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

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, 

Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. 

The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex. /&< 

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

Act it. Sc. 7, 

Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, 
And Scipio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us ! ibid. 

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty 

Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. /&<*. 

The woman that deliberates is lost. Act iv. Sc. i. 

Curse all his virtues ! they Ve undone his country. s c . 4. 

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

When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, 

The post of honour is a private station. 1 Ioid 

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 ; 

3 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. 


.And intimates eternity to man. 

Eternity ! thon pleasing, dreadful thought ! 

Cato. Act v. Sc. 1 

I 'm weary of conjectures, this must end ; em. 

Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life, 

My bane and antidote, are both before me : 

This in a moment brings me to an end ; 

But this informs me I shall never die. 

The .soul, secured in her existence, smiles 

At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. 

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself 

Crow dim with age, and Mature 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. ibia 

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. ibid. 

Por wheresoever 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 joined, 
Tempering each other in the victor's mind, 
Alternately proclaim him good and great, 
And make, the hero and the man complete. 

The Campaign. Line 219. 

And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, 

Eides in the whirlwind and directs the storm. 8 Line 29-1. 

1 Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flour- 
ishing in an immortal youth. ISAAC BARROW (1630-1677) : Duty of 
Thanksgiving, Works, vol. i. p. 66. 

2 Malone states that this was the first time the phrase (t classic ground," 
since so common, was ever used. 

8 This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the " Dundad.* 
book iii. line 264. 


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. Ode. 

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

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

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

Horace. Ode Hi. Book Hi 

In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, 
Thou 7 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. 8 NO. 122. 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 

And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 

His presence shall my wants supply, 

And guard me with a watchful eye. y 0t 444, 

Bound-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes. 

Prologue, to The JDtymmer. 

1 He best can paint them who shall feel them most. POPE ; JElo&sa t& 
Abelard. last line. 

2 A translation of Martial, xii. 47, who imitated Ovid, Amojies lii- 11, -39. 

9 Muh uwke .said on both sides, ^^M^JDJJXG; The Covertf Garden, 
Tragedy, act i. sc. 8. 



NICHOLAS BQWE. 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. So. 1. 

Is she not more than painting can express^ 

Or youthful poets fancy when they love ? Act m. So. z 

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 19 

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

And he that does one fault at first 
And lies to hide it; makes it two. 8 

Let dogs delight to bark and bite, 
For G-od hath made them so ; 

Let bears and lions growl and fight, 
For 't is their nature too. 

Song mt 

Song xvi. 

1 None think the great unhappy, but the great. YOUNG : The Love of 
Fame, satire J7, line 238. 

2 But with the morning cool reflection came.-- SCOTT: Chronicles of the 
Ganongate, chap. iv. 

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

Birds in their little nests agree ; 

And 7 t is a shameful sight 
When children of one family 

Fall out, and chide, and fight. Song xvti* 

How doth the little busy bee 

Improve each shining hour, 
And gather honey all the day 

From every opening flower ! Song xx. 

For Satan finds some mischief still 

For idle hands to do. Ibid. 

In books, or work, or healthful play. ibid. 

I have been there, and still would go ; 

; T is like a little heaven below. Song xxviiL 

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber I 

Holy angels guard thy bed ! 
Heavenly blessings without number 

Gently falling on thy head. A Cradle Hymn. 

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

The Sluggard, 

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 

My voice ascending high. Psalm v - 

From all who dwell below the skies 

Let the Creator's praise arise ; 

Let the Redeemer's name be sung 

Through every land, by every tongue. Psalm ami 

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

Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79. 

WATTS. 303 

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

Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Boole L Hymn 8$< 

Strange that a harp of thousand strings 

Should keep in tune so long ! Book a. Bymnio. 

Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound. Hymn 63, 

The tall, the wise, the reverend head 

Must lie as low as ours. ibid. 

When I can read my title clear 

To mansions in the skies, 
I '11 bid farewell to every fear, 

And wipe my weeping eyes. Hymn &? 

There is a land of pure delight, 

Where saints immortal reign ; 
Infinite day excludes the- night, 

And pleasures banish pain. Hymnes. 

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 us. 

Were I so tall to reach the pole,' 

Or grasp the ocean with my span, 
I must be measured by my soul : 

The mind 7 s the standard of the man. 1 

ffora Lyricce. Boole ii. False Greatness* 

To God the Father, G-od the Son, 

And God the Spirit, Three in One, 

Be honour, praise, and glory given 

By all on earth, and all in heaven, Doxology. 

1 I do not distinguish, by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper 
judge of the man. SENECA: On a Sappy Life (L'Estrange's Abstract), 
chap. i. 

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



The balance of power. Speech, 

Flowery oratory lie 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 


I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius of 
HalicarnassuSj I think, that history is philosophy 
teaching by examples. 8 

On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2. 

The dignity of history. 4 Letter Vf 

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 G-od 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. 

8 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." 

* HENRY FIELDING : Tom Jones, bookxi. chap. ii. HORACE WALPOLE: 
Advertisement to Letter to Sir Horace Mann. MACAULAY : History of 
England, vol. i. chap. {. 

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

POPE : Essay on Man, epistU it. line 331, 



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

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

The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1. 

I believe they talked of me, for they laughed con- 

SUmedly. The Beaux' Stratagem. Act Hi. Sc. 1. 

'T was for the good of my country that I should be 
abroad. 1 $c. 2. 

Necessity, the mother of invention. 2 

The Tain Rivals. Act ^ 

THOMAS PARKELL. 1679-1717. 

Still an angel appear to each lover beside, 

But Still be a woman to you. When thy Scanty appeart, 

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

The Hermit. Line 5. 

We call it only pretty Fanny's way. 

fAn Elegy to an Old Beauty, 

1 Leaving his country for his country's sake. FITZ-GKFFBEY : 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 BAKRINGTON : Prologue wittenfor the open- 
ing of the Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 
1796. New South Wales, p. 152. 

2 Art imitates Nature, and necessity is the mother of invention. RICH- 
ARD FRANCK : Northern Memoirs (written in 1658, printed in 1694). 

Necessity is the mother of invention. WYCHKKLY: Love in a Wood, 
net Hi. sc. 3 (1672). 

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

PERSIUS : Prolog, line JO 


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

Translation of the Pervigiiium, Veneris.l 

BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733. 

True as the needle to the pole, 

Or as the dial to the sun. 2 Sony< 

EDWARD YOUNG-. 1684-1765. 

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep I 

Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 1, 

Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, 

In rayless majesty, now stretches forth 

Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. 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 1OSS. 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 222.. 

Be wise to-day ; . *t is . madness to defer. 8 Line 390. 

1 Written in the time of Julius Caesar, and by some ascribed to Catullus : 
Cras amet qui numquam amavit j 
Quique amavit, eras amet 

(Let him love to-morrow who never loved _before ; and he as well who has 
loved, let him love to-morrow). 
3 See Butler, page 215. 
8 See Congreve, page 295. 

YOUNG. 307 

Procrastination is the thief of time. 

Night Thoughts. Night I Line 3$3; 

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; 

Knows it at f orty, 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 ii. Line 24* 

And what its worth, ask death-beds 5 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 ! " 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. Lineiso: 

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 unbpen'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 privileged 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 64i. 

i Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus : "Once at supper, reflecting that 
he had done, nothing .for any that day, he broke out into that memorable 
and justly admired saying, * My friends, I have lost a day ! ' :". SUETONIUS* 
Lives of the Twelve Co&sars. (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 6* 

Beautiful as sweet, 

And young as beautiful, and soft as young, 
And gay as soft, and innocent as gay ! Lint st 

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 W4> 

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 in fearing one. Line i7 t 

Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. Line n. 

Man wants but little, nor that little long. 8 Line us. 

A God all mercy is a God unjust. Line 233. 

3 T is impious in a good man to be sad. Line ere. 

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 exhaPd and went to heaven. 5 Line 600, 

1 See Shakespeare, page 143. 

3 See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. Dryden, page 272. 
8 Man wants but little here below, 
Nor wants that little long, 

GOLDSMITH : The Hermit, stanza 8. 

* See Dryden, page 268. 

* 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 Line 66i- 

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 717. 

That life is long which answers life's great end. Line 773. 
The man of wisdom is the man of years. Une 775. 

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. 8 une ion, 

Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps ; 

And pyramids are pyramids in vales. 

Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. 

Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids ; 

Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. 

Night m. Line 309. 

And all may do what has by man been done. Line 606. 
The man that blushes is not quite a brute. 

Night mi. Line 496. 

Too low they build, who build beneath the stars. 

Night viiL Line 2 IS. 

Prayer ardent opens heaven. Line 721. 

A man of pleasure is a man of- pains. Line 793. 

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. Line 1045. 

Final Ruin fiercely drives 
Her ploughshare o'er creation. 4 Night ix. 167 

1 See Dryden page 268. 

2 See Bishop Hall, page 182. 
* 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. 

Night Thoughts. Night \x~ Line 644, 

An under out astronomer is mad. Line 771. 

The course of Nature is the art of G-od. 1 Line 1207. 

The love of praise, howe'er eonceaPd by art, 
Beigns 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 j 

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 a. 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 declined, 

And men talk -only to conceal the mind. 8 : 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, 2676. 

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.) 
.... Us ne se v servent de la pense'e gue pour autoriser leurs injustices, et em- 
plolenUes paroles que pour d^gu'iser leurs pense"es (Men use'thought only 
to justify their wrong doings, and employ speech only to conceal their 
thoughts). VOLTAIRE: Dialogue sdv. 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 rtook. Thus be assigned 'to Talleyrand, 'in "the ^JSTain 
Jaune/' the phrase, "Speech was given to disg'uise his thoughts. 1 ' 
FOURXIER -i . L^JSsprit dans :/' ffitfoire. 

; : YOUNG. 311 

.;.".-. ' Be wise with speed ; 

A fool at forty is a fool indeed. 

Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282. 

And WciSte their music on the savage race. 1 

Satire v. Line 228. 

For her own breakfast she ; 11 project a scheme, 

Nor take .her tea without a stratagem. Satire vi. Line 190. 

Think naught a trine, though it small appear ; 
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, 
And trifles life. Line 203. 

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. Epistle i. Line 28. 

Their feet through faithless leather met the .dirt, 

And oftener changed their principles than shirt. Une 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. JSooki, 

There buds the promise of celestial worth. Book m. 

In records that defy the tooth of time. 

The Statesman's Creed. 

Great let me call him, for he conquered me. . 

- v . : -- The Revenge. Act i. Sc.l. 

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, 

With whom revenge is virtue., * Act v. Sc. 2, 

\ i " And waste their. sweetness on the desert; air. -^ GRAY : Elegy, stanza 14. 
CHURCHILL: Gotham, book ii. line 20* , , , ; . ,r : , . ; 


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 

Universal 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 ?8 

[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 Biris. Par. 217. 

JANE BBEEETOK 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 Nosh'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. 

COWFER : On Friendship. 
2 See Daniel, page 39. 

Westward the star of empire takes its way. JOHN QuiNor ADAMS, 
Oration at Plymouth, 1802. 

8 AIKEN: Vocal Poetry (Condon, 1810). 

4 Cups 
That cheer but not inebriate. . 

CowpBte : The Task, book iv. 

6 DTCE: Specimens of British Poetesses. (This epigram is generally as- 
cribed to Chesterfield. See Campbell, "English Poets/' note, p. 521.) " 


AAEON HILL. 1685-1750. 

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

S 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 5 
And saints who taught and led the way to heaven. 

On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41. 

!Nbr 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 Line si. 

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 

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 MADDEK 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 

ALEXANDEE 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 T. 

and I will show you in a very short time how to die. SANDYS : Anglorum 
Speculum, p. 903. 

Teach him how. to live, 

And, oh still harder lessqn ! how to die. , - - - 

PORTEUS: Death, line 316* 

He taught them how to live and how to die. SOMERVILLE Jn Memory 
of the Rev. Mr. Moore. 

1 See Herbert, page 206. ' - " 

* See Milton, page 223. 

: . There is no theme more plentiful to scan 

Than is the glorious goodly frame of man , . . 

Du BABTAS : Days and Weeks, third day- 

POPE. 315 

Together let us beat this ample field> .... 
Try what the open, what the covert yield. 

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 9. 

Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, 

And catch the manners living as they rise ; 

Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, 

But vindicate the ways of God to man. 1 Line is. 

Say first, of God above or man below, 

What, can we reason but from what we know ? Line 17. 

? T is but a part we see, and not a whole. Line 60. 

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, 

All but thei page prescribed, 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 ss. 

Who sees with, equal eye, as God of all, , 

A hero perish or a sparrow fall, 

Atoms" or systems into ruin hurPd, 

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 9s. 

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. ^ ne -*** 

In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies ; 
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. " 

1 See Milton, page 242. . 

2 Thus, we never live, but we hope to. live ;. and. always disposing our- 
selves to be happy. PASCAL : Thoughts, chap. v. 2. 



2 i. Line 123, 
Line 139. 

Line 193. 
Line 200. 

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 

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise ; 
My footstool earth, my canopy the skies. 1 

Why has not man a microscopic eye ? 
For this plain reason, man is not a fly. 

Die of a rose in aromatic pain. 

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! 

Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. 3 Line 217, 

Bemembrance and reflection how allied ! 
What thin partitions sense from thought divide 

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, 
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. 

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, 
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees. 

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 ! 

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 
me. MONTAIGNE : Apology for Raimond Sebond. 

2 See Sir John Davies, page 176. 8 g ee Dryden, page 267. 
* There is no great and no small. EMERSON : Epigraph to History. 
5 See Dryden, page 276. 

Line 225 
Line 267 

Line 271, 
Line 277. 

POPE. 317 

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan ; 
The proper study of mankind is man. 1 

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Lint 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 iihe world. 2 Line 13. 

Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, 

To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot. Line 63. 

In lazy apathy let stoics boast 

Their virtue fix'd : ? t is fix'd as in a frost ; 

Contracted all, retiring to the breast ; 

But strength of mind is exercise, not rest. 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 231. 

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 ; 8 

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 1'homme c'est 1'homme (The true 
science and the true study of man is man). CHARBON: De la Sagesse^ 
lib. i. chap. 7. 

Trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers. PLATJP: 

2 What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what 
a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy I A judge of all 
things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncer- 
tainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe. PASCAL ? 
Thoughts, chap. x. 

3 See Dryden, page 269. 

818 POPE. 

Ask where I s ; the -North'?. At York 't is on the Tweed ; 
In Scotland at the Qrcades ; and there, . : 
At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. 

: . Essay on Man^ Epistle ii. Line 222, 

Virtuous and vicious every man must be, 

Few in the extreme, but all in the degree. Lint 231. 

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. 

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, 

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw ; 

ome, livelier plaything gives his youth delight, 

A little louder, but' as empty quite ; 

Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, 

And beads and' prayer-books are the toys of age. 

Pleased with this bauble still, as that before, 

Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er. Line 274. 

While man exclaims, " See all things for my use I " 
" See man for mime ! " replies a pamper' d goose. 1 

: : '.' : Epistle in. Line 45 

Learn of the little nautilus to sail, 

Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale. Line 177. 

The enormous faith of many made for one. Line 242. 

For forms of government let fools contest; 

Whate'er is best administer'd is best. 

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight ; 

His can't be wrong, whose life is in the right. 2 

In faith and hope the world will disagree, 

But all mankind's concern 'is charity. Linesos. 

happiness L.our. being's end and aim \ 
Good, pleasure, /ease, ..content ! , whafe'er t]iy name : . 
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, 
Ffcr which we bear to live, or dare to die. Epistle iv. Line i. 

1 Why may not a goose say thus 7 . . .there is nothing that yon heav- 
enly roof looks upon. so. favourably as me ; I am the darling of Nature. Is 
it not manjjiat keeps and serves me ? ^MONTAIGNE: Apology for R'aimond 

2 See Cowley, page 260. 

POPE. 319 

Order is Heaven's first law. Essay on Man. Epistle iv.Line 49. 

Beason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, 

Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence. 

.: Line 79. 

The "soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy. Line 168. 

Honour -and shame from no condition rise } 

Act well your part, there all the honour lies. Line 193. 

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; 

The rest is all but leather or prunello. -Line 203 

What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards ? 

Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Line 215. 

A wit ? s a feather, and a chief a rod ; . .,;.. 

An hpnest man .'s the noblest work of God. 1 Line 247* 

Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. 

One self -approving hour whole years outweighs 

Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas ; 

And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels .. 

Than Caesar with a senate at his heels. 

In parts superior what advantage lies ? 

TeH (for you can) what is it to be wise ? 

? T is but to know how little can be known ; 

To see all others' faults, and feel our own. , Line 254. 

Truths would you -teach, or save a sinking : land ? 

All fear, none aid you, and few understand. * , Line 261. 

If parts allure -thee, think how Bacon shin'd, 

The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind ! 

Or ravish'd with the whistling of a nam.e, 2 . 

See Cromwell, damn' d to everlasting fame' ! 3 , Line 28i> 

Know then this truth (enough for man to know), . . . 
"Virtue alone Js' happiness below." Line 309. 

l See Fletcher, page 183. 
* See Cowley, page 262, 

8 May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, 
And glorify what els6' is- danin'd to fame. : : 

SAVAGE : Character of Fostet 

320 POPJE - 

Never elated when one man ? s oppressed ; 
Never delected while another ? s bless'd. 

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 323 

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, 

But looks through Nature up to Nature's God. 1 Line 331 

Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer 

From grave to gay, from lively to severe. 2 Lint 379 

Say, shall my little bark attendant sail. 

Pursue the triumph and partake the gale ? Line 385. 

Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend. Line 390 

That virtue only makes our bliss below, 8 

And all our knowledge is ourselves to know. Line 397 

To observations which ourselves we make, 
We grow more partial for th' observer's sake. 

Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 11, 

Like following life through creatures you dissect, 

You lose it in the moment you detect. Line 20. 

In vain sedate reflections we would make 

When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take. 

Line 39. 

Not always actions show the man ; we find 

Who does a kindness is not therefore kind. Line 100. 

Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, 

He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave : 

Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise, 

His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies. Line us. 

"T is from high life high characters are drawn ; 

A. saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn. Line 135. 

? T is education forms the common mind : 

Just as the twig is bent the tree 's inclined. Line 149 

1 See Bolingbroke, page 304. 

2 See Dryden, page 273. 

s 'Tis virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell. COLONS : Oriental 
Ecfagues, t. line 6. 

POPE. 321 

Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, 
Tenets with books, and principles with times. 1 

Moral Essays. Epistle i Line 172. 

- " Odious ! in woollen ! ? t would a saint provoke," 
Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke. Line 246, 

And you, brave Cobham ! to the latest breath 

Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. Line 202. 

Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it, 

If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. Epistle a. Line is. 

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it 
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute. 

Line Id. 

Fine by defect, and delicately weak. 2 . Line 43, 

With too much quickness ever to be taught ; 
With too much thinking to have common thought. 

Line sr. 

Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer, 

Childless with all her children, wants an heir ; 

To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store, 

Or wanders heaven-directed to the poor. une ur. 

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, 

Content to dwell in decencies forever. Line 153, 

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take ,- 

But every woman is at heart a rake. Line 215. 

See how the world its veterans rewards ! 

A youth of frolics, an old age of cards. Line 243. 

Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray 

Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-dajt! Line 257, 

Most women have no characters at all. Line 2 

She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, 

Or if she rules % him, never shows she rules. Line 261. 

1 Omnia mutantur, nos et tnutamur in illis (All things change, and we 
change with them). MATTHIAS BORBONIUS : Delicice Poetarum Germa* 
norum, i. 685. 

2 See Prior, page 287. 


322 POPE. 

And mistress of herself though, china fall. 

Moral Essays.' Epistle ii. Line 268< 

Woman ; s at best a contradiction still. Line 270. 

Who shall decide when doctors disagree, ... 
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me ? 

Epistle Hi. Line 1. 

Blest papef-credit ! last and best supply ! 

That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. Line 39. 

P. What riches give us let us then inquire: 

Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat, 

clothes, and fire. Line 79. 

But thousands die without or this or that, 

Die, and endow a college or a cat. Line 95. 

The ruling passion, be it what it will, 

The ruling passion conquers reason still. Line 153. 

Extremes in Nature equal good produce ; 

Extremes in man concur to general use. Line iei. 

Hise, honest muse ! and sing The Man of 'Boss. Line 250. 
Ye little stars ! hide your diminished rays. 1 Line 282. 

Who builds a church to God and not to fame, 

Will never mark the marble with his name. Line 285. 

In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung. 

Line 299. 

Where ^London's column, pointing at the skies, 

Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. Line 339. 

Good sense, which* only is the gift of 'Heaven, 
And though no science^ fairly worth the seven. 

, Epistle iv. Line 43. 

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, - 

Who never mentions hell to ears polite. 2 Line 149, 

1 See Milton, page 231. 

2 See Brown, page 287. 

POPE. 323 

Statesman, yet 'friend .to truth ! of soul sincere, . 
In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 
Who broke no promise, served no private end, 
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend. 

Epistle to Mr. Addison. Line (57, 

? T is with our judgments as our watches, none 
Go just alike, yet each believes his own. 1 

Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 9 

One science only will one genius fit : 

So vast is art, so narrow human wit. Line eo 

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, 

And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art. Line 152. 

Those oft are stratagems which errors seem, 

Nor is it Homer npds, but we that dream. 2 Line 177. 

Of all the causes which conspire to blind 

Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind; 

What the weak head with strongest bias rules, 

Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools. Part a. Line 2. 

A little learning is a dangerous thing ; 8 

Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : 

There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, 

And drinking largely sobers us again. Line is. 

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise ! Line 32. 

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, 

Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. 4 Line 53. 

True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd, 

What oft- was thought, but ne'er so well express'd. 

Line 97. 

Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, 
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found. - Line 109. 

. i See Suckling, page 256. ,'... 

2 Quandoqiie bonus dormitat Homerus (Even the worthy Homer som 
limes nods). -HORACE : De Arte Poetica, 359. 

s See Bacon, page 166. 
4'.See Suckling, page 257. 

324 POPE. 

Such laboured nothings, in so strange a style, 
Amaze th> unlearned and make the learned smile. 

Essay on Criticism. Part iL Line 126 

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, 

Alike fantastic if too new or old : 

Be not the first by whom the new are tried, 

Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. Line 13$. 

Some to church repair, 
Not for the doctrine, but the music there. 
These equal syllables alone require, 
Though oft the ear the open vowels .tire ; 
While expletives their feeble aid to join, 
And ten low words oft creep in one dull line. Line 14Z 

A needless Alexandrine ends the song, 

That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along. 

Line JMtfl 

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, 

As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 

7 T is not enough no harshness gives offence, 

The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Line 162:, 

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, 
And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; 
. But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, 
The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. 
When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, 
The line too labours, and the words move slow : 
Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, 
Mies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. 

Line 166. 

Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move ; 

For fools admire, but men of sense approve. Line 1901 

But let a lord once own the happy lines, 

How the wit brightens ! how the style refines ! Line 220; 

Envy will merit as its shade pursue, 

But like a shadow proves the substance true. UM 26& 

POPE. 325 

To err is human, to forgive divine. 1 

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 325. 

All seems infected that th ? infected spy, 

As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye. xme 358, 

And make each day a critic on tte last. p ar t m. Line 12, 

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, 

And things unknown proposed as things forgot. Line is. 

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, 

With loads of learned lumber in his head. Line 53. 

Most authors steal their works, or buy ; 
Garth did not write his own Dispensary. Line 69. 

Tor fools rush in where angels fear to tread. 2 Line 66. 
Led by the light of the Maeonian star. Line 89 

Content if hence th' unlearn' d their wants may view, 
The learned reflect on what before they knew. 8 

Part Hi. Line 180 

What dire offence from amorous causes springs ! 
What mighty contests rise from trivial things ! 

The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 7. 

And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. Line 134. 

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore 
Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. . 

Canto ii. Line 7. 

If to her share some female errors fall, 

Look on her face, and you '11 forget them all. Line 17. 

1 Then gently scan your brother man, 

Still gentler sister woman ; 
Though they may gang a kennin 1 wrang, 
To step aside is human. 

BURNS : Address to the Unco Quid. 
2 See Shakespeare, page 96. 

8 Indocti discant et ament meminisse periti (Let the unlearned learn, 
and the learned delight in remembering). This Latin hexameter, which is 
commonly ascribed to Horace, appeared for the first time as an epigraph 
to President Renault's *' Abre'ge' Chronologique," and in the preface to the 
third edition of this work He*nault acknowledges that he had given it as a 
translation of this couplet 

326 POPE. 

Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, 
And beauty draws us with a single hair. 1 

The Rape of the Loch Canto ii; Line 2? 

Here tliou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,. 
Dost sometimes counsel -take and sometimes tea. 

Canto in. Line ?< 

At every word a reputation dies. , .Line i&. 

The hungry judges soon the sentence 'sign, 

And wretches hang that jurymen may dine. Line 21, 

Coffee; which makes the politician wise, 

And see through all things with his half-shut, eyes. 

' Line 11T~ 

The meeting points the sacred hair dissever 

From the fair head, forever, and forever ! ' une 153-. 

Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, 

And the nice conduct of a clouded cane. Canto iv. Line 123. 

Charms strike the sight, but merit-wins the soul. 

Canto v. Line 34. 

Shut, shut the door, good John ! fatigued, I said ; 
Tie up the knocker ! say I'm sick, Pm deadV 

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 1. 

Fire in- each eye, and papers in each hand, 

They rave> recite, and madden round the land. Lines. 

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me. Lineiz 

Is there a parson much bemused in beer, ~ 

A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, : 

A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, 

Who pens a stanza when he should engross ? Line 25. 

Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, 

The world had wanted many an idle song. -' xine 27. 

Obliged by hunger and request of friends. . zine*t. 

Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I '11 print it/ 
And shame the fools." ' Ijine 61 > 

1 See Burton, page juu. 

POPE 327 

No creature smarts so little as a. fool. - 

Prologue to the Satires. Line 84. 

Destroy Ms fib or sophistry in vain ! 

The creature 's at his dirty work again. Line 91. 

As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, 

I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. Line 127. 

Pretty! in amber to, observe the forms 

Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms I' 1 

The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, 

But wonder how the devil they got there. . . -, Line m. 

Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; 

And he whose fustian ? s so sublimely bad, 

It is not poetry, but prose run mad. Line ise. 

Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, 

Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. 2 

_ . , Line 197. 

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, 

And without sneering teach the rest to sneer ; 8 

Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, 

Just hint a fault, and, hesitate dislike. Line 201. 

By flatterers besieg'd, 
And so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd ; 
Like Cato, give his little senate laws, 4 
And sit attentive to his own applause. une 207, 

Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ? 

Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? Line 213* 

" On wings of winds came flying all abroad." 6 Line 213. 

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, 

That tends to make one worthy man my foe. Line 283. 

1 See Bacon, page 168. 2 g e e Denham, page 258. 

8 When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises ; 
.Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises : ; . ; 

So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises. 

P. FLETCHER : The Purple Island, canto mi 
4 Seepage 336. 
6 See Sternhold, page 23. 



Line 307. 

Line 315. 

Line 333. 

Line 340. 

Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? 
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? 

Prologue to the Satires 

Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, 

As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. 

Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. 

That not in fancy's maze he wandered long, 
But stoop' d to truth, and moralized his song. 1 

Me let the tender office long engage 

To rock the cradle of reposing age ; 

With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, 

Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death ; 

Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, 

And keep awhile one parent from the sky. Line 408. 

Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. 

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 0. 

Satire 's my weapon, but I 'm too discreet 

To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet. Line 69. 

But touch me, and no minister so sore ; 

Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time 

Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, 

Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, 

And the sad burden of some merry song. Line 76. 

Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star. Line no. 

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, 

The feast of reason and the flow of soul. Line 127. 

For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, 
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. 2 

Satire ii. Boole H. Line 159. 

dire me again my hollow tree, 

A crust of bread, and liberty. .. satire vi. Book ii. Line 220. 

1 See Spenser, page 27. 

2 This line is repeated in the translation of the Odyssey, book xv. line 
83, with "parting " instead of "going." 

POPE. 329 

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. 

Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 13<>. 

To Berkeley every virtue under heaven. 

Dialogue ii. Line 73 

When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. 

Epistle i. Book i. Line 38. 

He 9 s armed without that *s innocent within. Line 94. 

Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace ; 

If not, by any means get wealth and place. 1 Line 103. 

Above all Greek, above all Roman fame. 2 Book . Line se. 
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old. Line 35. 
The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. Line ios. 

One simile that solitary shines 

In the dry desert of a thousand lines. Line 111. 

Then marble soften'd into life grew warm, 

And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form. 8 Line 147. 

Who says in verse what others say in prose. Line 202. 

Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join 

The varying verse, the full resounding line, 

The long majestic march, and energy divine. Line 267 

E'en copious Dryden wanted or forgot 

The last and greatest art, the art. to blot. Line28& 

Who pants for glory finds but short repose : 

A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.* Line soo. 

There still remains to mortify a wit 

The many-headed monster of the pit. 5 Line 304, 

J See Ben Jon son, page 177. 
2 See Dryden, page 267. 

* The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm; 
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form. 

GOLDSMITH: The Traveller, line 137. 

* A breath can make them- as a breath has made. GOLDSMITH: The 
Deserted Village, line 54. 
See Sidney, page 34. 

330 POPE. 

Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise.* 

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii.Line 413. 

Years following years steal something every day ; 
At last they steal us from ourselves away. 

Epistle iL Book ii. Line 72. 

The vulgar boil, the learned, roast, an egg. Line 85. 

Words that wise Bacon or brave Ealeigh spoke. Line ies. 

Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, 
So known, so honoured at the House of Lords. 2 

Epistle vi. Book i. To Mr. Murray. 

Vain was the chief's the sage's pride ! 

They had no poet, and they died. odes. Book iv. Od* 9. 

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night : 
God said, " Let ISTewton be ! "and all was light. 

'Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac 'Newton. 

Ye Gods ! annihilate but space and time, 

And make two. .lovers happy, , , 

Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry, Chap, xi* 

thou ! whatever title please thine ear, 
Dean, Drapier, Bicker staff, or Gulliver 1 
"WTiether thou choose Cervantes 7 serious air, 
Or laugh and shake in 'Rabelais' easy-chair. 

TheDunciad. Book i. Line 19. 

Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, 

Where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs, 

And solid pudding against empty praise. Line 52. 

1 This line is from a poem entitled "To "the Celebrated Beauties of the 
British Court," given in Bell's "Fugitive Poetry," vol. iii. p. 118. 
The following epigram is from " The Grove,'' London, 1721 : 
When one good line did much my wonder raise, 
In Br st's works, I stood resolved to praise, 
, And had, hut that the modest author cries, 
"_ Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise." 

On a certain line of "Mr. Br , Author of a Copy 

of Verses called the British Beauties. 
* See Gibber, page 297. 

POPE. 331 

Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er; 
But lived in Settle's numbers one day more. 

The Dunciad. Book i. Line 89. 

"While pensive poets painful vigils keep, 

Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. Line 93. 

Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll, 

In pleasing memory of all he stole. Line 127 

Or where the pictures for the page atone, 

And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own. Line 139 

How index-learning turns no student pale, 

Yet holds the eel of science by the tail. une 279. 

And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke. Book a. Line 34. 

Another, yet the same. 1 Bookiii. Line 90. 

Till Peter's keys some christen' d Jove adorn, 
And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn. Line 109 

All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame. 2 

; . Line 158. 

Silence, ye wolves ! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, 
And makes night hideous ; 8 answer him, ye owls !- 

Line 16&- 

And proud his mistress' order to perform, 

Bides in the whirlwind and directs the storm. 4 Line 263, 

A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits. 5 

Book iv. Line 90. 

1 Another, yet the fame. TICKELL: From a Lady in England. JOHN- 
SON : Life of Dryden. DARWIN: Botanic Garden, part i. canto fv.'.Hne 
380. WORDSWORTH: T he Excursion, Book ix. SCOTT: The Abbot, chap. i. 
HORACE : -carmen secundum r line 10. 

2 May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, . 
And glorify what else is damn' d to fame. 

SAVAGE: Character of Foster. 
8 See Shakespeare, page 131. 

4 See Addison, page 299. . 

5 See Shakespeare, page 93. . ; 

. This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits; but I 

. find he is only a wit among lords., JOHNSON (BosweWs Life) ; vol. ii. ch.i. 

.,; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge. Co WPER: Conversation, 

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim 



How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast ! 

The Dundad. Book iv. Line 169. 

The right divine of kings to govern wrong. 

Stuff the head 

With all such reading as was never read : 
For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, 
And write about it, goddess, and about it. 

To happy convents bosom' d deep in vines, 
Where slumber abbots purple as their wines. 

Led by my hand, he saunter' d Europe round, 
And gathered every vice on Christian ground. 

Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd. 

Stretch' d on the rack of a too easy chair, 
And heard thy everlasting yawn confess 
The pains and penalties of idleness. 

E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm. 

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, 
And unawares Morality expires. 
Nor public flame nor private dares to shine ; 
Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! 
Lo ! thy dread empire Chaos is restored, 
Light dies before thy uncreating word ; 
Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, 
And universal darkness buries all. 

Line 188, 

Line 249. 
Line 301. 

Line 311. 
Line 318* 

Line 342. 
Line 614* 

Line 649. 

with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers. WALTER SCOTT: Life 
of Napoleon. 

He [Steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes. 
MACAULAY: Review ofAikiris Life of Addison. 

Temple was a man of the world among men of letters, a man of letters 
among men of the world. MAC ATTLAY: Review of Life and Writinas of 
Sir William Temple. 

Greswell in his "Memoirs of Politian" says that Sannazarius himself, 
inscribing to this lady [Cassandra Marchesia] an edition of his Italian 
Poems, terms her *'delle belle eruditissima, delle erudite bellissima" (most 
learned of the fair ; fairest of the learned). 

Qui atnltis videri eruditi volunt stulti eruditis videntur (Those who wish 
to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish). QUISTILIAN, 
*. 7~ 22. 

POPE. 333 

Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, 
Some banish/ d lover, or some captive maid. 

JSloisa to Abelard. Line 51. 

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, 

And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Line 57. 

And truths divine came mended from that tongue. 

Line 66, 

Curse on all laws but those which love has made ! 

Love, free as air at sight of human ties, 

Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Line 74. 

And love the offender, yet detest the offence. 1 Line 192. 

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot ! 

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Line 207, 

One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight ; 
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight. 2 Line 273 

See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, 

Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul. Line 323. 

He best can paint them who shall feel them most. 8 

Last line, 

IN~ot chaos-like together crushed and bruised, 
.But as the world, harmoniously confused, 
Where order in variety we see, 
And where, though all things differ, all agree. 

Windsor Forest. Line 13, 

A mighty hunter, and his prey was man. Line ei. 

Prom old Belerium to the northern main. Line 316. 

Fame I slight, nor for her favours call ; 
She comes unlocked for if she comes at all. 

The Temple of Fame. Line 513 

TTnblemish'd let me live, or die unknown ; 

O grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! Last line, 

1 See Dryden, page 273. 

2 Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight. EDMUND SMITH i 
Ph&dra and Hippolytus, act i. sc. 1. 

8 See Addison, page 300. 

334 POPE. 

I am Ms Highness' dog at Kew; 
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you ? 

On the Cottar of a JDoff 

There, take (says Justice), take ye each a shell : 
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you ; 
; T was a fat oyster, live in peace, adieu. 1 

Verbatim from JBoileau* 

Father of all ! in every age, 

In every clime adored, 
By saint, by savage, and by sage, 

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord. The Universal Prayer. Stanza 

Thou great First Cause, least understood. stanza a 

And binding Nature fast in fate, 

Left free the human will. t Stanza 3. 

And deal damnation round the land. " Stanza?* 

Teach me to feel another's woe, 

To hide the fault I see ; 
That mercy I to others show, 

That mercy show to me. 2 Stanza 10. 

Happy the man whose wish and care 
A few paternal acres bound. ode on Solitude. 

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, 

Thus unlamented let me die .- 
Steal from the world, and not a stone 

Tell where I lie. 

Vital spark of heavenly flame ! 
Quit, quit this mortal frame ! 

The Dying Christian to kit SouL 

Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, 
Sister spirit, come away! 

l " Tenez voila," dit-elle, " a chacun une Seattle, 
Des sottises d'autrui nous vivons an Palais ; 
Messieurs, ITmltre (Stoit bonne. Adieu. Vivez en paix." 

BOILEAU : JSpUre ii. (a M. I'Abbe des Rochet\ 
See Spenser, page 29. 

POPE. 335 

Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 

The Dying Christian to his SouL 

Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! 

grave ! where is thy victory ? 

death ! where is thy sting ? /#& 

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade 
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade ? 1 

To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line I 

Is there no bright reversion in the sky 

For those who greatly think, or bravely die ? Line & 

The glorious fault of angels and of gods. Line 14 

So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn' d to glow 

For others' good, or melt at others' woe. 2 Line 4$. 

By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, ; 

By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, 

By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn' d, 

By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd ! 

Line 52. 

And bear about the mockery of woe 

To midnight dances and the public show. Line sr, 

How lov'd, how honour' d once avails thee not, 

To whom related, or by whom begot 5 

A heap of dust alone remains of thee : 

'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Line 71. 

Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, 
Till death untimely stppp'd his tuneful tongue. 

Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford. 

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, 
Or gave his father, grief but when he died. 

Epitaph on the Son. S. ffar court , 

The saint sustained it, but the woman died. 

Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet. 

Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; 

In wit a man, simplicity a child. 8 Epitaph on Gay 

1 See Ben Jonson, page 180. 2 See page 346. 

8 See Dryden, page 270. 

336 POPE. 

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, 
And greatly falling with a falling state. 
While Cato gives his little senate laws, 
What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? 

Prologue to Mr. Addison's Catt,. 

The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole 
Can never be a mouse of any soul. 1 

The, Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 208. 

Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, 
And Yenus sets ere Mercury can rise. Line 369. 

You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come ; 

Knock as you please, there ; s nobody at home. 2 Epigram. 

For he lives twice who can at once employ 
The present well, and e'en the past enjoy. 8 

Imitation of Martial. 

Who dared to love their country, and be poor. 

On his Grotto at Twickenham. 

Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few. 4 

Thoughts on Various Subjects. 

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear 
another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian. ibid. 

Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring 
Of woes unnumbered, heavenly goddess, sing I 

The Iliad of Homer. Boole i. Line 1. 

1 See Chaucer, page 4-. Herbert, page 206. - 

2 His wit invites you by his looks to come, 
But when you knock, it never is at home. 

COWPER : Conversation, line 303. 
8 Ampliat setatis spatium sibi vir bonus j hoc est 

Vivere bis vita posse priore frui 

(The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live 
twice). MARTIAL, x. 237. 
See Cowley, page 262. 

4 From Roseoe's edition of Pope, vol. v. p. 376 ; originally printed in 
Motte's *' Miscellanies," 3727. In the edition of 1736 Pope says, "I must 
own that the prose part (the Thought on Various Subjects], ait the end of 
the second volume, was wholly mine. January, 1734." 

POPE. 337 

The distant Trojans never injured, me. 

The Iliad of Homer. Boole i. Line 200, 

Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd. Lme 332. 

Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, 

The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. Line 6&4> 

And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies. 1 Line m. 
Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand. 

Boole ii. Line 970, 

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, 
But wise through time, and narrative with age, 
In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice, 
A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice. 

JBeokw. Line 199. 

She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. UK* 20$, 

Ajax the great . . . 
Himself a host. 

Plough the watery deep. 

The day shall come, that great avenging day 
Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, 
When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, 
And one prodigious ruin swallow all. Book iv. Line 196. 

First in the fight and every graceful deed. Line 295. 

The first in banquets, but the last in fight. Line4oi. 

Gods ! How the son degenerates from the sire 1 Line 4*1+ 
With all its beauteous honours on its head. Line 557* 

A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault. BooJc v. Line is, 

Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise, 
Such men as live in these degenerate days. 2 Line 371 

1 The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book viil 
line 366. 

3 A mass enormous! which in modern days 
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise. 

Boole xx. line 337 

338 POPE. 

"Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind. 

- The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 999, 

He held his seat, a friend to human race. 

Book vi. Line 18 t 

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, 
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; * 
Another race the following spring supplies : 
They fall successive, and successive rise. Line ist 

Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind. Line 330 

If yet not lost to all the sense of shame. Line sso, 

3 T is man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success. 

Line 427. 

The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy. Line 467. 

Yet while my Hector still survives, I see 

My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee. Line, 544* 

Andromache ! my soul's far better part. Line 624.. 

He from whose lips divine persuasion flows. 

Bool vii. Line 143*. 

'Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend ; 

And each. brave foe was in his soul a friend. n ne 36 ^ 

I war not with the dead. Line 48& 

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, 
Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn. 

Boole viii. Lint J. 

As full-blown poppies, overcharge with rain, 
Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain, 
So sinks the youth ; his beauteous head, deprest 
Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast. Line 371 

Who dares think one thing, and another tell, 
My heart detests him as the gates of hell. 2 

Boole ix. Line 412* 

1 As of the -green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and some grow.- 
Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18. 

2 The same line, with "soul" for "heart," occurs in the translation of 
the Odyssey, hook xiv. line 181. 

POPE. 339 

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold : 
]STot all ApoHo's Pythian treasures hold, 
Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, 
Can bribe the poor possession of a day. 

The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 524* 

Short is my date, but deathless my renown. Line 535. 

Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd, 

Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind. 

Line 628. 

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, 
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows. 

Line 725. 

To labour is the lot of man below ; 

And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe. 

Bool x. Line 73. 

Content to follow when we lead the way. Linei4i. 

He serves me most who serves his country best. 1 Line 201. 

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, 

Are lost on hearers that our merits know. Line 293. 

The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame. 

Book xi. Line 394. 

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws, 
And asks no omen but his country's cause. 

Boole xii. Line 283 

The life which others pay let us bestow, 

And give to fame what we to nature owe. Line 393. 

And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air. 

Book aciii. Line 106. 

The best of things beyond their measure cloy. Line 795. 
To hide their ignominious heads in Troy. 

Book xiv. Line 170, 

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, 

Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes. Line 251. 

1 He serves his party best who serves the country best. RUTHERFORD 
B. HAYES: Inaugural Address, March 5 } 1877. 


Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall. 

The, IIM. of Homer. Book xy. Line 257, 

And for our country >t is a bliss to die. Line sss, 

Like strength is felt from hope and from despair. 

Line 852 

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired. 1 

Book xvi. Line 267. 

Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore ; 

Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more. Book xvti. Line 730. 

The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart. Line 756. 
In death a hero, as in life a friend ! Line 75*. 

Patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train, 
Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain ! 

Book xri& Line 1Q3. 

I live an idle burden to the ground. Line 134. 

Ah, youth ! forever dear, forever kind. Book xix. Line sos. 

Accept these grateful tears ! for thee they flow, 

For thee, that ever felt another's woe ! Line ai9t 

Where'er he mov'd, the goddess shone before. 

Book xx. Line 127. 

The matchless Ganymed, divinely fair. 2 un& 279. 

'Tis fortune gives us birth, 
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth. n ne 290 

Our business in the field of fight 
Is not to question, but to prove our might. Line 304 

1 A friend is one sou! aMding in two^ bodies. DJOGENR& LA.ERTIUS : 
On Aristotle. 

Two souls with but a single thought, 
Two hearts that beat as one. 

an i * m Bm ' I ' rar G H ATraror: faffomar the Barbarian, act & 

2 Divinely fair* TENNYSON A Dream o/J^tr Women, xzit. 

POPE. 341 

A mass enormous ! which, in modern days 
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise. 1 

Tk* Tliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 337. 

The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain. 

Book scxii. Line 85. 

Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best. Lfae i&o. 

This, this is misery ! the last, the worst 

That man can feel. Line ioe. 

No season now for calm familiar talk* Line 169. 

Jove lifts the golden balances that show 

The fates of mortal men, and things below. Line 271. 

Achilles absent was Achilles still. Line 418. 

Forever honoured, and forever mourn* d. Line 422. 

Unwept, unhonour'd, uninterr'd he lies ! * Line 484. 

Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro 

In all the raging impotence of woe. Line 526. 

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave. Line 543. 

? T is true, 't is certain ; man though dead retains 
Part of himself : the immortal mind remains. 

Book xxiii. Line 122. 

Base wealth preferring to eternal praise. Line 368. 

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,* 

And to be swift is less than to be wise. 

J T is more by art than force of numerous strokes. 

Line 383. 

A green old age, 4 unconscious of decays, 

That proves the hero born in better days. Line 29, 

1 See page 337. 

2 Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung 1 . SCOTT: Lay of the Last Minstrel. 
Unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. BYRON ; Childe Harold, canto 

to. stanza 179. 

3 See Middleton, page 172. * See Dryden, page 276. 

342 POPE. 

Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, 
The source of evil one, and one of good. 

The Iliad of Homer. Book xsriv. Line 663. 

The mildest manners with the bravest mind. Line 963. 

Fly, dotard, fly! 
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky. 

The Odyssey of Homer. Boole ii. Line 207, 

And what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd. Line 312. 

Few sons attain the praise 
Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. 

Line 315. 

For never, never, wicked man was wise. Line 320. 

Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies ; 

And sure he will : for Wisdom never lies. Book Hi. Line 25. 

The lot of man, to suffer and to die. Line U7. 

A faultless body and a blameless mind. Line iss. 

The long historian of my country's woes. Line 142. 

Forgetful youth ! but know, the Power. above 

With ease can save each object of his love ; 

Wide as his will extends his boundless grace. Line 286. 

When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn, 

With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn. Line 5ie. 

These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy' d ! 

Book iv. Line 118. 

Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn ? d ! Line 229. 

There with commutual zeal we both had strove 

In acts of dear benevolence and love : 

Brothers in peace, not rivals in command. Line 241. 

The glory of a firm, capacious mind. Line 262. 

Wise to resolve, and patient to perform. Line 372. 

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, 

Is in the common mass of matter lost. Line sor. 

POPE. 343 

thou, whose certain eye foresees 
The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees. 

The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 627 

'Forget the brother, and resume the man. Line 732. 

Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind. Line 917. 

The people's parent, he protected all. Line 921. 

The big round tear stands trembling in her eye. Line 936. 
The windy satisfaction of the tongue. Line 1092. 

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, 

For sacred ev ? n to gods is misery. Book v. Line 572. 

The bank he press 7 d, and gently kiss'd the ground. 

Line 596. 

A heaven of charms divine ISTausicaa lay. Book w. Line 22. 

Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales, 

And the good suffers while the bad prevails. Line 229. 

By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, 

And what to those we give, to Jove is lent. Line 247. 

A decent boldness ever meets with friends. 

Book vii> Line 67. 

To heal divisions, to relieve th ; opprest ; 

In virtue rich; in blessing others, blest. Line 95. 

Oh, pity human woe ! 
? T is what the happy to the unhappy owe. Line IDS. 

Whose well-taught mind the present age surpast. 

Line 210. 

For fate has wove the thread of life with pain, 
And twins ev ? n from the birth are misery and man ! 

Line 263. 

In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare ! Line 379. 

And every eye 
Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky. BookmiL Linei?, 

Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse. Line 192, 

344 POPE. 

And unextinguishM laughter shakes the sky. 1 

The Odyssey of Hornet. Book tni*. Line369> 

Behold on wrong 
Swift vengeance waits ; and art subdues the strong ! 

Line 367. 

A gen'rous heart repairs a slanderous tongue. Line 432. 

Just are the ways of Heaven : from Heaven proceed 
The woes of man ; Heaven doomed the Greeks to bleed, 
A theme of future song ! Line esi. 

Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame. 

Book ion. Line 20. 

Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores. 

Line 28. 

Lotus, the name ; divine, nectareous juice ! Line 10$. 

Respect us human, and relieve us poor. Line sis. 

Bare gift ! but oh what gift to fools avails ! 

Boole x. Line 29. 

Our fruitless labours mourn, 
And only rich in barren fame return. Line 46t 

No more was seen the human form divine. 9 Line 273 

And not a man appears to tell their fate. Line sos. 
Let him, oraculous, the end, the way, 

The turns of all thy future fate display. Line 642. 

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl. Line 662. 

Thin airy shoals of visionary ghosts. Boole zi. Line 48. 

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar. Line 153. 
Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood ; 
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood. 8 Line 387. 

The first in glory, as the first in place. Line 441. 

2 Human face divine. MILTON r Paradise Lost, look iii. line 44. 
8 Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, 
and from Ossa hurled Pelion. OVID : Metamorphoses i. 

POPE. 345 

Soft as some song divine thy story flows. 

The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 45$. 
Oh "woman, woman ! when to ill thy mind 

Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend, 1 Line 531. 

What mighty woes 

To thy imperial race from woman rose ! Line&ti. 
But sure the eye of time beholds no name 

So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame. Line59i. 

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of wares. Line 722, 

Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone. Line 736. 

There in the bright assemblies of the skies. Line 745. 

Gloomy as night he stands. u 749. 

All, soon or late, are doomed that path to tread. 

Bookxii. Line 31. 

And what so tedious as a twice-told tale. 2 Line 538. 

He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear , 

His voice, that listening still they seem'd to hear. 

\ Book xiii. Line 1. 

His native home deep imag'd in his soul. Line 38. 

And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind, 

The last and hardest conquest of the mind. Line 353. 

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise I Line 375. 

It never was our guise 
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise. 

Book xiv. Line 6. 

The sex is ever to a soldier kind. Line 246. 

Par from gay cities and the ways of men. Line4iv. 

And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, 

Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. Line sso. 

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme, 

And both the golden mean alike condemn. Book xo. Line 79 

i See Otway, page 280. 2 See Shakespeare, page 79. 

346 POPE. 

True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest, 
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest. 1 

The, Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 8& 

For too much rest itself becomes a pain. Line 429. 

Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind. Line 433. 

And taste 

The melancholy joy of evils past : 
For he who much has suffered, much will know. Line 434, 

For love deceives the best of womankind. Line 463 

And would'st thou evil for his good repay ? 

Book xvi. Line 448. 

Whatever day 
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away. 

JBooJc xvii. Line 392. 

In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, 

And poverty stood smiling in my sight. Line 505f 

Fnbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise 

Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies. 3 Line 576. 

Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow 
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow, 

Boole xviii. Line 26. 

Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow 

For others' good, and melt at others' woe. L ine m . 

A winy vapour melting in a tear. Boolc ^ Llne M 

But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, 

Of gentle soul, to human race a friend. L ine 383i 

The fool of fate, thy manufacture, man. 

-Book xx. Line 254. 

Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword. Line 462, 

2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have enter- 
tained angels unawares, Hebrews xiiL 2. 

POPE. GAY, 347 

Dogs, ye have had your day ! 

Th-e, Odyssey of Homer. SooJcxxiL Line 41. 

For dear to gods and men is sacred song. 

Self-taught I sing ; by Heaven, and Heaven alone, 

The genuine seeds of poesy are sown. Line ??. 

So ends the bloody business of the day. Line sis. 

And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, 

In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel. Book xxw. Line 19. 

The ruins of himself ! now worn away 

With age, yet still majestic in decay. Line 271. 

And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing. Line 557. 
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never 

be disappointed. 1 Letter to Gay, Oct. 6, 1727. 

This is the Jew . 

That Shakespeare drew. 2 

JOHST GAY. 1688-1732. 

'T was when the sea was roaring 

With hollow blasts of wind, 

A damsel lay deploring, 

All on a rock reclined. The What d* ye caU it. Actii.Sc.8, 

1 Pope calls this the eighth beatitude (Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. x. 

2 On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his fame as an actor 
in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of Venice.'* . . . Macklin's 
performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit that 
ha, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed, 

"This is the Jew 

That Shakespeare drew !" 

It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he meant 
his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne. Biographia 
Dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. 469. 

348 GAY. 

So comes a reckoning when the banquet ? s o'er, 
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more. 1 

The What $ ye call it. Act ii. Sc. & 

'T is woman that seduces all mankind ; 

By her we first were taught the wheedling arts. 

The Beggars Opera. Act i. Sc. I. 

Over the hills and far away. 2 /^ 

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, 

The mist is dispelPd when a woman appears. Act . Sc. i. 

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. so. 2. 

Brother, brother ! we are both in the wrong. j[bid. 

How happy could I be with either, 

Were t' other dear charmer away ! ju^. 

The charge is prepared, the lawyers are met, 

The judges all ranged, a terrible show ! Act Hi. Sc.z. 

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd. 

Stceet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan. 

Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand. 2tid. 

Remote from cities liv'd a swain, 
TJnvex'd with all the cares of gain ; 
His head was silvered o'er with age, 
And long experience made him sage. 

Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher. 

Whence is thy learning ? Hath thy toil 

O'er books consumed the midnight oil ? * /&#. 

Where yet was ever found a mother 
Who 'd give her booby for another ? 

The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy, 

1 The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or 
gruelists, is still called in France a "quart d'heure de Rabelais," that is, 
Rabelais' s quarter of an hour, when a man is uneasy or melancholy. Life 
of Rabelais (Bohn's edition), p. 13. 

2 O'er the hills and far away. ^D'URFEY: Pills to purge Melancholy 

8 " Midnight oil," a common phrase, used by Quarles, Shenstone, Cow* 
per, Lloyd, and others. 

GAY. 349 

No author ever spared a brother. 

Fables. The Elephant and the Bookseller. 

Lest men suspect your tale untrue, 
Keep probability in view. 

The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody. 

In ev'ry age and clime we see 

Two of a trade can never agree. 1 The Ratcatcher and Cats. 

Is there no hope ? the sick man said ; 
The silent doctor shook his head. 

The Sick Man and the Angel. 

While there is life there 's hope, he cried. 2 fbid. 

Those who in quarrels interpose 

Must often wipe a bloody nose. The Mastiff*. 

That raven on yon left-hand oak 
(Curse on. his ill-betiding croak!) 

Bodes me no good. 8 The Farmer's Wife, and the Raven. 

And when a lady 's in the ease, 

You know all other things give place. 

The Hare and many Friends. 

Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, 
A mind serene for contemplation : 
Title and profit I resign ; 
The post of honour shall be mine. 4 

Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds. 

1 Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman ; and poor man 
has a grudge against poor man, and poet against poet. HESIOD : Works 
and Days, 24. 

Le potier au potier porte en vie (The potter envies the potter). BOH;N: 
Handbook of Proverbs. 

MURPHY: The Apprentice, act Hi. 

2 'EA^Ses iv (aoio-tv, tur&mffToi 5e eavforcs (For the living there is 
hope, but for the dead there Is none.) THEOCRITUS: Idyl iv. 42. 

^Egroto, dum anima est, spes est (While the sick man has life, there is 
hope). CICERO : Epistolarum ad Atticum, ix. 10. 

8 It was n't for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on, my left 
hand. PLAUTUS: Aulularia, act iv. sc. 3. 

* Se Addison, page 298. 


From wine what sudden friendship springs ! 

The Squire and hi? Cur. 

Life is a jest, and all things show it ; 

I thought so once, but now I know it. My own Epitaph, 


. 1690-1762. 

Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide, 
In part she is to blame that has been tried : 
He comes too near that comes to be denied. 1 

The Lady 1 s Resolve. 

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last. 2 

The Lover. 

Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; 
In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. 

A Summary of Lord Lyttelion's Advice. 

Satire should, like a polished razor keen, 
Wound with a touch that ; s scarcely felt or seen. 

To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book ii. 

But the fruit that can fall without shaking 
Indeed is too mellow for me. The Answer. 

CHARLES MACKLIN". 1690-1797. 

The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles 
in yer face while it picks yer pocket ; and the glorious 
uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than 

the justice Of it. Love a la Mode. Actii.Sc.l. 

Every tub must stand upon its bottom. 8 

The Man of the World. Act L Sc. 2. 

1 A fugitive piece, -written on a window by Lady Montagu, after her mar- 
riage (1713). See Overbury, page 193. 

2 What say you to such a supper with such a woman ? BYRON : Note 
to a, Second Letter on Bowles. 

8 See Banyan, page 265. 

BYROM. 351 

JOB3T BYBOM. 1691-1763. 

God bless the King, -I mean the faith's defender ! 
God bless no harm in blessing the Pretender ! 
But who pretender is, or who is king, 
God bless us all ! that 's quite another thing. 

To an Officer of the Army, extempore. 

Take time enough : all other graces 

Will soon fill up their proper places. 1 Advice to Preach Blow 

Some say, compared to Bononcini, 
That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny ; 
Others aver that he to Handel 
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle. 
Strange all this difference should be 
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee. 

On the Feuds between Handel and BononciniP 

As clear as a whistle. Epistle to Lloyd. A 

The point is plain as a pike-staff. 8 Epistle to a Friend. 

Bone and Skin, two millers thin, 

Would starve us all, or near it ; 
But be it known to Skin and Bone 

That Flesh and Blood can't bear it. 

Epigram on Two Monopolists. 

Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow, 
Shook hands and went to ? t ; and the word it was bilbow. 

Upon a Trial of SMI between the Great Masters of the Noble Science 
. of Defence, Messrs. Figg and Button. 

1 See Walker, page 265. 

2 Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini, 
not knowing that they were mine. Byrom'$ Remains (Chetham Soc.), 
vol. i.p.173. 

The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope (see Scottf s 
edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope). 
See Middleton, page 172. 


LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744. 
None "but Himself can be his parallel. 1 The Double Falsehood, 


What >s not devoured by Time's devouring hand ? 
Where ? s Troy, and where 3 s the Maypole in the Strand ? 

Art ofPolitic** 

But Titus said, -with Ms uncommon sense, 

When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense : 

" I hear a lion in the lobby roar ; 

Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door 

And keep him there, or shall we let him in 

To try if we can turn him out again ? " 2 /&#_ 

So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, 
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat. 

Man, of Taste* 


Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well. 

Letter, March 10, 1746^ 

I knew once a very covetous, sordid f ellow, 8 who used 
to say, "Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take- 
care of themselves." jVb-y. 6, 1747.. 

1 Quaaris Alcidse pareta ? 
Nemo est nisi ipse 

(Do you seek Alcides' equal ? None is, except himself). SENECA: ffer-. 
cules FurenSy i t 1; 84. 

And but herself admits no parallel. MASSINGER: Duke of Milan, act 
lv. sc, 3. 

2 I hope, said Colonel Titus, -we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom, 
Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king- 
on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and 
we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to* 
keep him but. On the Exclusion Bill, Jan. 7, 1681. 

8 W. Lowndes, Secretary of the Treasury in the reigns of King William,. 
Queen Anne, and King George the Third. 


Sacrifice to the Graces. 1 Letter, March 9, 1743. 

Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth, its way 
through the world. Like a great rough diamond, it may 
do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and "also for 
its intrinsic value. July i, 2743. 

Style is the dress of thoughts. NOV. 24> 1749* 

Despatch is the soul of business. Feb. 5, irzo* 

Chapter of accidents. 2 Feb. 16, 1753. 

I assisted at the birth of that most significant word 
" flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful 
mouth in the world. The World. No.ioi- 

Unlike my subject now shall be my song ; 

It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long. impromptu Lines- 

The dews of the evening most carefully shun, 
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun. 

Advice to a Lady in Autumn* 

The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he 
shrunk into insignificancy and an earldom. 

Character ofPulteney* 

He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote- 
upon, by the most splendid eloquence. 8 

Character of Bolingbroke* 

1 Plato was continually saying to Xenocrates, "Sacrifice to the Graces.'*- 
DIOGENES LAERTIUS : Xenocrates, book iv. sect. 2. 

Let us sacrifice to the Muses. PLUTARCH: The Banquet of the Seven 
Wise Men. (A saying of Solon.) 

2 Chapter of accidents. BURKE : Notes for Speeches (edition 1852), 
vol. ii. p. 426. 

John Wilkes said that u the Chapter of Accidents is the longest chapter- 
in the book." SOUTHEY: The Doctor, chap, cxviii. 

8 Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, 
And touched nothing that he did not adorn. 

JOHNSON : Epitaph on Goldsmith 

II embellit tout ce qu'il touche (He adorned whatever he touched). 
FENELON: Ltttre sur les Occupations de /' Acadfrnie Francaise, sect, iv- 



MATTHEW GREEK 1696-1737. 

Fling but a stone, the giant dies. The Spleen. 

Thus I steer my bark, and sail 

On even keel, with gentle gale. ibid. 

Though pleased to see the dolphins play, 

I mind my compass and my way. ibid. 

RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743. 

He lives to build, not boast, a generous race ; 
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. 

The Bastard. Line 7. 

May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, 
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame. 1 

Character of Foster. 

ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747. 

The Grave, dread thing ! 
Men shiver when thou 'rt named : Nature, appall'd, 

Shakes Off her wonted firmness. The Grave. Part i. Line 9. 

The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, 

Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. 2 ^ Line 68. 

Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul! 

Sweetener of life ! and solder of society ! Lint 88. 

Of joys departed, 
Not to return, how painful the remembrance J Line 109. 

1 See Pope, page 331. 

2 See Dryden, page 277. 


The cup goes round : 
And who so artful as to put it by ! 
? I is long since Death had the majority. 

The Grave. Part ii. Line 449* 

The good he scorn' d 

Stalk' d off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, 
Not to return ; or if it did, in visits 
Like those of angels, short and far between. 1 Line, 586. 

JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748. 

Come, gentle Spring ! ethereal Mildness ! come. 

The Seasons. Spring. Line 1. 

Base Envy withers at another's joy, 

And hates that excellence it cannot reach. Line2S$. 

But who can paint 

Like Nature ? Can imagination boast, 
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Line 465. 

Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears 

Her snaky crest. ' Line 996. 

Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, 

To teach the young idea how to shoot. Line 1149. 

An elegant sufficiency, content, 

Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, 

Ease and alternate labour, useful life, 

Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven ! Line ii5s t 

The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews. 

Summer. Line 47. 

Falsely luxurious, will not man awake ? Line 67. 

But yonder comes the powerful king of day, 

Rejoicing in the east. Line si 

1 See Norris, page 281. 

356 . THOMSON. 

Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds. 

The Seasons. Summer. Line, 94& 

And Mecca saddens at the long delay. Line 979. 

For many a day, and many a dreadful night, 

Incessant laboring round the stormy cape. Line 1003, 

Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things. Line uss* 

A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate 

Of mighty rnonarchs. Line 1285 ^ 

So stands the statue that enchants the world, 

So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, 

The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. Line 1346.. 

Who stemmed the torrent of a downward age. Line ISIG. 
Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain. Autumn. Line 2~ 


Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, 
But is when unadorn'd, adorn' d the most. 1 & ine 2 o4 

He saw her charming, but he saw not half 
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd. Line 229.. 
For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh, 
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. . Line 233^ 
See, Winter comes to rule the varied year. 2 

Winter. Line 1~ 

Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. n ne 393 ^ 

There studious let me sit, 

And hold high, converse with the mighty dead. Line 431., 
The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid. 

Line 625.. 
1 See Milton, page 234. 

Nam ut mulieres esse dicuntur nonnulfe inornate, quas id ipsum 
diceat, sic hsec subtilis oratio etiam incompta dekctat (For as lack of adorn- 
ment is said to become some women; so this subtle oration, though without 
embellishment, gives delight). CICERO: Orator, 23, 78. 

Winter, ruler of the inverted year. - COWPER : The Task, book tu 
Winter Evening, line 34. 


These as they change, Almighty Father ! these 
Are but the varied God, The rolling year 

Is full Of Thee. Symn. Linel. 

8hade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade. Line 25. 

Prom seeming evil still educing good. Line 114. 

Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise. Line 118 - 

A. pleasing land of drowsyhed it was, 
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; 
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, 
Forever flushing round a summer sky : 
There eke the soft delights that witchingly 
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, 
And the calm pleasures always hover' d nigh ; 
But whatever smack'd of noyance or unrest 
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest. 

The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza ff. 

fair undress, best dress 1 it checks no vein, 
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, 

And heightens ease with grace. Stanza 26. 

"Plac'd far amid the melancholy main. Stanza so. 

Scoundrel maxim. ibid. 

A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems. 

Stanza 68. 

A little round, fat, oily man of God. Stanza 69. 

1 care not, Fortune, what you me deny : 
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace, 
You cannot shut the windows of the sky 
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face j 
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace 

The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve ; 
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, 
And I their toys to the great children leave : 
Of fancy, reason,, virtue, naught can me bereave. 

Canto it. Stanza & 


Health is the vital principle of bliss, 
And exercise, of health. 

The Castle of Indolence. Canton. Stanza 6& 

Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove 

An unrelenting foe to love ; 

And when we meet a mutual heart, 

Come in between and bid us part ? Song. 

Whoe'er amidst the sons 
Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue 
Displays distinguished merit, is a noble 
Of Nature's own creating. Coriolanus. Act Hi. Sc. 3. 

O Sophonisba ! Sophonisba, ! l Sophonisba. Act Hi. Sc. 2. 

"When Britain first, at Heaven's command, 

Arose from out the azure main, . 
This was the charter of her land, 
. And guardian angels sung the strain : 
Rule, Britannia ! Britannia rules the waves ! 
Britons never shall be slaves. Alfred. Act il Sc. * 

JOHN" DYEE. 1700-1758. 

A little rule, a little sway, 

A sunbeam in a winter's day, 

Is all the proud and mighty have 

Between the cradle and the grave. Grongar Hill Line 88. 

Ever charming, ever new, 

When will the landscape tire the view ? Line 102. 

Disparting towers 

Trembling all precipitate down dash'd, 
Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon. 

The Ruins of Rome. Line4O. 

1 The line was altered after the second edition to " Sophonisba! I am 
wholly thine." 



Live while you live, the epicure would say, 
And seize the pleasures of the present day ; 
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries, 
And give to God each moment as it flies. 
Lord, in my views, let both united be : 
I live in pleasure when I live to thee. 

Epigram on Us Family Arms.* 

Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve, 

And press with vigour on ; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 

And an immortal crown. 

Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race* 

JOHN WESLEY. 1703-1791. 

That execrable sum of all villanies commonly called 

a Slave Trade. Journal. F$.i2,im. 

Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. " Cleanliness is 

indeed next to godliness." 2 Sermon xciii. On Dress. 

I. am always in haste, but never in a hurry. 8 


They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a 
little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety. 5 

Historical Review of Pennsylvania. 

1 Dumvivimus vivamus (Let us live while we live). ORTON: Life of 

2 See Bacon, page 170. 

a Given as a saying of Wesley, in the " Saturday Review/' Kov. 28, 1874 

4 Eripuitcoelo'fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis (He snatched the lightning 
from heaven, and the sceptre from tyrants), a line attributed to Turgot, 
and inscribed on Houdon's bust of Franklin. Frederick yon der Trenck 
asserted on his trial, 1794, that he was the author of this line. 

5 This sentence was much used in the Revolutionary period. It occurs 


God helps them. that help themselves. 1 

Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757 1 

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for 
that is the stuff life is made of. . 

Early to bed and early to rise, 

Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. 2 /^ 

Plough deep while sluggards sleep. /^. 

Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do 
to-day. ibij t 

Three removes are as bad as a fire. ibid. 

Little strokes fell great oaks. s iud. 

A little neglect may breed mischief : for want of a nail 
the shoe was lost ; j:or want of a shoe the horse was lost ; 
and for want of a horse the rider was. lost. ibid. 

He that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing/ itnd. 

A man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, 
keep his nose to the grindstones. 5 j^d. 

Vessels large may venture more, 

But little boats should keep near shore. jbid. 

It is hard for an empty bag to stand upright. ibid. 

Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in 
no other. * Ibidt 

even so early as November, 1755, in an answer by the Assembly of Penn- 
sylvania to the Governor, and forms the motto of Franklin's " Historical 
Review," 1759, appearing also in the body of the work. FKOTHINGHAM : 
Rise of the Republic of the United States' p. 413, 

1 See Herbert, page 206. 

2 CLARKE: Paramiolgia, 1639. 

My hour is eight o'clock, though it is an infallible rule, < Sanat, sano 
tificat, et ditat, surgere mane" (That he may be healthy, happy t and wise, 
let him rise early). A Health to the Gentle Prof eastern of Serving-men] 
1698 (reprinted in Roxburghe Library), p. 121. 
* -See Lyly, page 32. 

4 See Tusser, page 21. 

5 See Hey wood, page 11. 


We are a kind of posterity in respect to them. 1 

Letter to WUtiam Strahan, 1745. 

.Remember that time is money. 

Advice to a Young Tradesman, 1748. 

Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings 
and parliaments. If we can get rid of the former, we 
may easily bear the latter. 

Letter on the Stamp Act, July 1, 1765. 

Here Skugg lies snug 
As a bug in a rug. 2 

Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley^ 
September, 1772. 

There never was a good war or a bad peace.* 

Letter to Jo&ah Quincy, Sept. 11, 1773. 

You and I were long friends : you are now my enemy, 

and I am yours. Letter to William Strahan, July 5, 1775. 

We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all 
hang separately. 

At the signing of the Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776 

He has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. 

The Whistle. November, 1779. 

Here you would know and enjoy what posterity will 
gay of Washington. For a thousand leagues have nearly 
the same effect with a thousand years. 

Letter to Washington, March 5, 1780. 

Our Constitution is in actual operation ; everything 
appears to promise that it will last ; but in this world 
nothing is certain but death and taxes. 

Letter to M. Leroy, 1789. 

1 Byron's European fame Is tlie best earnest of his immortality, for 
a foreign nation is a kind of contemporaneous posterity. HORACE - 
BINNEY WALLACE: Stanley, or the Recollections of a Man of the World, 
vol. ii. p. 89. 

2 Snug as a bug in a rug. The Stratford Jubilee, n. 1, 1779. 

8 It hath been said that an unjust peace is to be preferred before a 
Just war. SAMUEL BUTLER : Speeches in the Rump Parliament. Butters 



If solid happiness we prize, 
Within our breast this jewel lies, 

And they are fools who roam. 
The world has nothing to bestow ; 
From our own selves our joys must flow, 

And that dear hut, our home. The Fireside. Stanza 

To be resigned when ills betide, 
Patient when favours are denied, 

And pleas'd with favours given, 
Dear Chloe, this is. wisdom's part; 
This is that incense of the heart l 

Whose fragrance smells to heaven. Stanza n. 

Thus hand in hand through life we '11 go ; 
Its checkered paths of joy and woe 

With cautious steps we ; 11 tread. Stanza si. 

Yet still we hug the dear deceit. Content. Vision >. 

Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. To-morrow. 

HENEY FIELDING. 1707-1754. 

All Nature wears one universal grin. 

Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. 8c* 1. 

Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day ; 

Let other hours be set apart for business. 

To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk ; 

And this our queen shall be as drunk as we. Sc. 2. 

When Pm not-thanked at all, I ? m thank'd enough} 

I ? ve done my duty, and I ; ve done no more. &>. 3t 

Thy modesty 's a candle to thy merit. 

1 The incense of the heart may rise. PIERPONT: Every Place a Temple. 


To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes. 

Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3, 

Lo, when two dogs are fighting in the streets, 

With a third dog one of the two dogs meets ; 

With angry teeth he bites him to the bone, 

And this dog smarts for what that dog has done. 1 &?. 0. 

I am as sober as a judge. 2 

Don Quixote in England* Act Hi. Sc. 14. 

Much may be said on both sides. 8 

The Covent Garden Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 8. 

Enough is equal to a feast. 4 , Act v. Sc. i. 

We must eat to live and live to eat. 5 

The Miser. Act Hi. Sc. 3. 

Fenny saved is a penny got. 8 Sc. 12. 

Oh, the roast beef of England, 
And old England's roast beef ! 

The Grub Street Opera. Act Hi. Sc. 2. 
This Story will not go down. Tumble-down Dick. 

l Thus when a barber and a collier fight, 
The barber beats the luckless collier white; 
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, 
And big with vengeance beats the barber black. 
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, 
And beats the collier and the barber red:' 
Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, 
And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost. 

CHRISTOPHER SMART : The Trip to Cambridge (on 

" Campbell's Specimens of the British Poets," 

vol. vi. p. 185). 

2 Sober as a judge. CHARLES LAMB : Letter to Mr. and Mrs. Moxon. 

3 See Addison, page 300. 

4 See Hey wood, page 20. 

5 Socrates said, Bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good 
men eat and drink- that they may live. PLUTARCH: How a Young Man 
ought to hear Poems. 

6 A penny saved is twopence dear; 
A pin a day 's a groat a year. 

FRANKLIN: Hints to those that would be Rick 


Can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right 
and the eternal fitness of things ? 

Tom Jones. Book iv. Chap, iv, 

Distinction without a difference. Book-m. Chap. xUi. 

Amiable weakness. 1 Sodk *. Chap. mil. 

The dignity of history. 2 BW& a& Chp. - 

Republic of letters. Book MO. Chap. L 
Illustrious predecessors * 

Covert* (rarJen Journal Jan. 11,1752* 


Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom. 

Speech, Jan. 14, 1766., 

A long train of these practices has at length unwill- 
ingly convinced me that there is something behind the; 
throne greater than the King himself. 4 

Chatham Correspondence. Speech, March 2, 1770^ 

Where law ends, tyranny begins. 

Case of Wilkes. Speech, Jan. 9, 1770* 

Reparation for our rights at home, and security 
against the like future violations. 5 

Letter to the Earl of Shelburne, Sept. 29, 1770*. 

If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while- 
a foreign troop was landed in my country I never would. 
lo,y down my arms, never ! never ! never ! 

Speech, Nov. 18, 1777.. 

1 Amiable weaknesses of human nature. GIBBON: Decline and Fall of 
the Roman Empire, chap, xiv. 

2 See Bolingbroke, page 304. 

* HI ustri OUR predecessor. BUKKE: The Present Discontents. 

I tread in the footsteps of illustrious men. ... In receiving from the 
people the sacred trust confided to my illustrious predecessor. MARTIN 
VAN BUREN : Inaugural Address, March 4, 1837. 

4 Quoted hy Lord Mahon, <k greater than the throne itself." History of 
England, vol. v.p. 258. 

5 "Indemnity for the past and security for the future." RUSSELL ? 
Memoir of Fox, vol. HI. p. 345, Letter to the Hon. T. Matiland. 


The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all 
the force of the Crown. It may be frail ; its roof may 
shake j the wind may blow through it ; the storms may 
enter, the rain may enter, but the King of England 
cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold 
of the ruined tenement ! Speech on the Excise BilL 

We have a Calvinistic creed^ a Popish liturgy, and an 
Arminian clergy. Prior'* Life of Burke (1790). 


Let observation with extensive view 
Survey mankind, from China to Peru. 1 

Vanity ofBvman Wi$he*. Lint 2. 

There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, 

Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. L * ne 159 < 

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. Linesos. 

Pears of the brave, and follies of the wise ! 

Prom 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, however disguised by art, pursue. 

THOMAS WARTON : Universal Love of Pleasure. 

De Qumcey (Works, vol. x. p. 72) quotes the criticism of some writer, 

who contends with some reason that this high-sounding c<mpk| of Dr. 

Johnson amounts in effect to this : Let observation with extensive observa? 

tion observe mankind extensively. 


Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, 
Koll darkling down the torrent of Ms fate ? 

Vanity of Human Wishes. Line $45. 

For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill. Line 362. 

Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, 

Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. 1 London. Line i66. 

This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confessed, 

Slow rises worth by poverty depressed. 2 Line ire. 

Studious to pleasey yet not ashamed to fail. 

Prologue to the Tragedy of Irene. 

Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, 
Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new. 

Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre. 

And panting Time toil'd after him in vain. jbid. 

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 retired to die. stanza $. 

And sure th 3 Eternal Master found 

His single talent well employ' d. Stanza ?. 

1 Nothing in poverty so ill is borne 
As its exposing men to grinning scorn, 

OLDHAM (1653-1683): Third Satire of JuvenaL 

* 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. 


Then with no tirobs 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 ft 

That saw the manners in the face. 

Lines on the Death of Hogarth, 

Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove 
The pangs of guilty power and hapless love ! 
Eest here, distressed 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^hat human hearts endure, 
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ! 
Still to, our selves 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 Goldsmith'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. 8 

. ' 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 

1 Far. Then with no fiery throbbing pain. 

2 Qui nullum fere scribendi genus 


Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit. 
See Chesterfield, page 353. 
3 A translation of Boethius's " De Consolatione Philosophise," iii. 9, 27 


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 Rasselas, Prince 

Of Abyssinia. Mastelas. Chap. K 

"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. 


Knowledge is more than equivalent to force. 1 

Chap. XH 

I live in the crowd of jollity, not so much to enjoy 
company as to shun myself. Chap. ** 

Many things difficult to design prove easy to per- 

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. xlvt. 

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 Itictwnary. 

Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things. 8 

Boulter" 1 * 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 th* 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 sous of heaven." 

See Herbert, page 206. Sir THOMAS BODLKY: Letter to lit Libra- 
rian, 1604. 


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 

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 lona. 

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. jvb. 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. 2 

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- 
well's I CARLYLE : Miscellanies, Jean Paul Frederic Richter. 

2 See Pope, page 331. 


Sir, lie [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. ti. Chap. L 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 ? 

CJiap. ii. 1755. 

I am glad that he thanks G-od for anything. Md. 

If a man does not \inake 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. iitd. 

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. 2tid. 

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. 2bid. 

Sir, your levellers wish to level down as far as them- 
selves \ but they cannot bear levelling up to themselves. 


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 Stotches, p. 215. 


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. t. 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. ibid. 

I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly 
will hardly mind anything else. 1 ibid. 

This was a good dinner enough, to be sure, but it was 
not a dinner to ask a man to. ibid. 

A very unclubable man. ibid. 1764. 

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. in. Chap. Hi. 17 f 69. 

It matters not how a man dies, but how he 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* mii. 1772. 

A cow is a very good animal in the field 5 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* a. 1773. 

1 Every investigation which is guided by principles of nature fixes its 
ultimate aim entirely on gratifying the stomach. ATHENJEUS : Book mi. 
chap. ii. 

2 Mr. Kremlin was distinguished for ignorance ; for he had only one idea, 
and that was wrong. DISKAELI : Svbil* book iv. chat). 5. 


Let Mm 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. Chop. li. 1773. 

Was ever poet so trusted before ? Voi 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 -JWtf. 

I never take a nap after dinner but when I have had 
a bad night ; and then the nap takes me. 

Vol. m. Chap. i. 1775. 

Jn 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 b'een contrived by man 
by which so much happiness is produced as by a good 
tavern or inn. 8 chap. Hi. 1776. 

1 See Herbert, page 205. 

Do not be troubled by Saint Bernard's saying that bell is full of good 
intentions and wills. FRANCIS DE SALES : Spiritual Letters* Letter xii. 
(Translated by the author of " A Dominican Artist.") 1605. 

2 gcire ubi aliquid invenire possis, ea demura maxima pars eruditionis est 
(To knowwhere you can find anything, that in short is the largest part of 
learning). ANONYMOUS. 

s Whoe'er has travel!' 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. 

, SHENSTONB r Written on a Window of an Inn* 


No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money. 

Lift of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. Hi. 1776< 

Questioning is not the mode of conversation among 
gentlemen. Chap.iv. 1776. 

A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of 
those who have risen far above him. 

.All this [wealth] excludes but one evil, poverty. 

Chap.ix, 1777. 

Employment, sir, and hardships prevent melancholy. 


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. Ixxii. 
Concerning snakes) thus: " There are no snakes to be 
met with throughout the whole island." l chap. ?. 1778. 

As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring 
home the wealth of the Indies must earry 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. 1778. 

The true, strong, and sound mind is the mind that can 
embrace equally great things and small. chap. *. 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/' . . 

l Chapter xlii. is still shorter: "There are no owls of any kind in the 
whole island." 


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. mi. Chap. viii. 1779 

Claret is the liquor for boys, port for men; but he 
who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. jbid t 

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, "]STo 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. ii. 

Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all 
over the world. chap. Hi. irsi. 

My friend was of opinion that when a man of rank 
appeared in that character [as an author], he deserved to 
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. 2784. 

1 I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice. EDWARD MOORE : The 
Gamester, act ii. sc. 2. 1753. 

2 Usually quoted as "When a nobleman writes a book, he ought to be 

8 I have not loved the world, nor the world me. BYRON : Child* 
Harold, canto iii. stanza 113. 


You see they ? d hare fitted Mm to a T. 

Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. fa. 1784. 

I have found you an argument ; I am not obliged to 
find you an understanding. /^. 

Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat. 1 /&w. 

Blown about with every wind of criticism. 3 1784. 

If the man who turnips cries 
Cry not when his father dies, 
J T is a proof that he had rather 

Have a turnip than his father. Joknsoniana. Piozzi, so. 

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, ss. 

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. 


Books that you may carry to the fire and hold readily 
in your hand, are the most useful after all. Hawkins. 107. 
Eound numbers are always false. 235. 

As with my hat 8 upon my head 

I walked along the Strand, 

I there did meet another man 

With his hat in his hand." 4 

George Steevens. 310. 

Abstinence is as easy to me as temperance would be 

difficult. Hannah Mora,, 467. 

The limbs will quiver and move after the soul is gone. 

Northcote. 487. 

1 A parody on "Who rules o'er freemen should himself be free," from 
Brooke's " Gustavus Vasa," first edition. 

2 Carried about with every wind of .doctrine. JEphesians iv. 14. 
s Elsewhere found, " I put my hat." 

4 A parody on Percy's "Hermit of Warkworth." 


Hawkesworth said of Johnson, "You have a memory 
that would convict any author of plagiarism in any court 

Of 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 JSTorth. 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. 617. 

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 PUCs 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 
ef the actual speech. Johnson said, " That speech I wrote in a garret, in 
Exeter Street" BOSWELL : Life of Jo hnson, 1741, 


LOED LYTTLETOK 1709-1773. 

For Ms chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre 
JTone but the noblest passions to inspire, 
Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, 
One line which, dying, he could wish to blot. 

Prologue to Thomson?* Coriolanuz. 

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. 

The lover in the husband may be lost. ibid. 

How much the wife is dearer than the bride. 

An Irregular Ode. 

JSTone 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 
That never feels a pain. 

EDWABD MOOKE. 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 ix 


Tide 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 * 

But from the hoop's bewitching round, 

Her very shoe has power to wound. it>i& 

Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, 
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. 

The Happy Marriage. 

1 am rich beyond the dreams of avarice. 1 

The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2. 

'Tis now the summer of your youth. Time has not 
cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has 
washed them. ^ c t m. Sc. 4. 

Labour for his pains. 2 The Boy and the Rainbow. 

LAUBENCE 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, ceil 

Great wits jump. 8 Vol. m. Chap. ix. 

"Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my 
Uncle Toby, " but nothing to this." Chap. xi t 

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. 

1 See Johnson, page 374. 

2 See Shakespeare, page 101. 

* Great wits jump. BYROM: The Nimmers. BUCKINGHAM: The 
Chances, act. iv. $c. 1, 

Good wits jump. CERVANTES : Don Quixote, part ii. chap, scxxmii. 


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 t 

I am sick as a horse. Vol. vii. Chap. a\ 

" They order," said I, " this matter better in France." 

Sentimental Journey. Page 7. 

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba 
and cry, "'T is all barren ! " / the Street. Calais. 

G-od tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. 2 / Maria. 

" Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, 
" still thou art a bitter draught." 

The Passport. The Hotel at Paris. 

The sad vicissitude of things. 8 Sermon xvi. 

Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience 
in everything. Sermon xxviL 


Whoe'er has travelled 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 & la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the 
shorn Iamb). HENRI JEsTi|^E (1594) : Premices, etc. p. 47. 

See Herbert, page 2067" 

3 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 die 
in, it should be an inn. Work*, wl. i.p. 76. 


~So sweetly site bade me adieu 5 
I thought that she bade me return. A Pastoral. Parti, 

'"I have found out a gift for my fair ; 
I have found where the wood-pigeons breed. . ibid. 

My banks they are furnish' d with bees, 
'Whose murmur invites one to sleep. p ar t a. 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 u. 

A little bench of heedless bishops here, 
, And there a chancellor in embryo. Stanza 28. 

JOHN" BROW3ST. 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."*- 

JAMES TOWISTLEY. 1715-1778. 

Kitty. Shikspur ? Shikspur ? Who wrote it ? No, 
I never read Shikspur. 
Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to 

C0me ' : High Life below Stairs. Actii.Sc.l. 

From humble Port to imperial Tokay. iud. 

1 ANDERSON: British Poets, vol. x.p. 879. See note in "Contemporary 
JKeview," September, 1867, p. 4. 



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 ! . /&*<*. 

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 strayed, 

A stranger yet to pain I 
I feel the gales that from ye How 

A momentary bliss bestow. Stanza 2. 

They hear a voice in every wind, 
And snatch a fearful joy. 

Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, 

Less pleasing when possest ; 
The tear forgot as soon as shed, 

The sunshine of the breast. 

Alas ! regardless of their doom, 

The little victims play ; 
No sense have they of ills to come, 

!N"or care beyond to-day. 

Ah, tell them they are men ! 

And moody madness laughing wild 
Amid severest woe. 

To each his sufferings ; all are men, 

Condemned alike to groan, 
The tender for another J s pain, 

Th' unfeeling for his own. 
Yet ah ! why should they know their fate, 
Since sorrow never comes too late, 

Stanza 4. 

Stanza 5< 

Stanza 6. 


382 GRAY. 

And happiness too swiftly flies ? 
Thought would destroy their paradise, 
No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 
3 T is folly to be wise. 1 

On a Distant Prospect of Eton Cofteffe. Stanza 10, 

Daughter of Jove, relentless power, 

Thou tamer of the human breast, 
Whose iron scourge and torturing hour 

The bad affright, afflict the best ! Hymn to Adversity t ' 

From Helicon's harmonious springs 

A thousand rills their mazy progress take. 

The Progress of Poesy. /, 7, Line 3. 

Glance their many-twinkling feet. ?, Line n. 

O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move 

The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. 2 

Line 16. 

Her track, where'er the goddess roves, 

Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, 

Th' unconquerable mind, 8 and freedom's holy flame. 

//. 2, Line 10. 

Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. 

///. 7, 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 5, 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. Ecchsiastes i. 18. 

2 The light of love. BYRON : Bride, of Abydos, canto i. stanza 6. 

s Unconquerable mind, WORDSWORTH : To Toussaint L'Ouverture. 
4 See Oowley, page 262. 

GRAY. 383 

Buin 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. 2, Line 1. 

Loose his beard, and hoary hair 

Stream' d like a meteor to the troubled air. 1 ^ 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 t 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 trace. //. i, Line i. 

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; 
Eegardless 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, Line n. 

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight ! 
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul ! 

III. 1, Line 11. 

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. 3, Line 3. 

Comus and his midnight crew. Ode for Music. Line 2. 

While bright-eyed Science watches round. 

Ibid. Chows. Line 3. 

The still small voice of gratitude. iud. V. Line & 

1 See Cowley, page 261. Milton, page 224. 

2 See Shakespeare, page 112. Otway, page 280. 
# See Dryden, page 277. 

384 GRAY. 

Iron sleet of arrowy shower 

Hurtles in the darkened air. The Fatal Sitter*. 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 5. 

Hor 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 fiatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death ? stanza 11. 

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, 
Eich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; a 

Chill penury repressed their noble rage, 
And froze the genial current of the soul. stanza 13 

* The first edition reads, 

" The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea." 

* See Sir Thomas Browne, page 217. 



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> 

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. 

Stan** If. 

The applause of listening 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 1$. 

Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, 

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. Stanza ir. 

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 

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. 

And many a holy text around she strews, 
That teach the rustic moralist to die. 

Stanza 19. 
Stanza 20. 

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, 
cast one longing ling'ring look behind ? 

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, 
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. 8 

stanza ss. 

stanza 23 

1 See Tonng, page 311. 

Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air. CHURCHILL : Gotham^ 
book inline, 20. 

2 Usually quoted 4l even tenor of their way." 
* See Chaucer, page 3. 



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 favorite tree : 

Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, 

Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. Stanz* 29. 

Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, 
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown : 

Pair Science frown' d not on his humble birth, 
And Melancholy marked 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 wished) a friend. 


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. West. 

Bich windows that exclude the light, 

And passages that lead to nothing. A Long 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. Line 87, 

1 See Walton, page 208. 


Prom toil he wins Ms spirits light, 
Prom 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 GARBICK. 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 1 s Tragedy of Virginia. 

"Let others hail the rising sun : 

I bow to that whose course is run. 8 

On the Death of Mr. Pelham. 

1 This was intended to be introduced in the "Alliance of Education and 
Government." Mason's edition of Gray, vol. in. p. 114. 

2 See Burton, page 185. 

3 Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more -worshipped the rising than the 
-setting sun. PLUTARCH: Life of Pompey. 


TMs scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet. 

Jupiter 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. 3& 

Are these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us ? 
Is this the great poet whose works so content us ? 
This Goldsmith's fine 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 talked like poor Poll. 

Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith* 

WILLIAM B. BHODES. Circa 1790. 

Who dares this pair of boots displace, 
Must meet Bombastes face to face. 8 

Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc n 4.. 

Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore 
A hungry lion give a grievous roar ; 
The grievous roar ecjioed along the shore. 

Artax. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore 
- Another lion give a grievous roar ; 
And the first lion thought the last a bore* /w&. 

1 Our ships were British oak, 
And hearts of oak our men. 

S. J. ARNOLD: Death of Nelson.. 
* SeeTusser, page 20. 

8 Let none but he these arms displace, 
Who dares Orlando's fury face., 

CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii.chap. I 
RAY: Proverbs. THOMAS: English Prose Romance, page 86. 


MRS. GBEVILLE. 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 Pray erf or Indifference 

HOE ACE WALPOLK 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. . ibid. 1770. 

A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and 
then, does not misbecome a monarch. 2 ibid. 1774. 

The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit 
and humour, and even incapable of relishing it. 8 ibid. 1778. 

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 1746. 

By fairy hands their knell is rung ; 5 
By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; 

'I The pretty Fanny Macartney. W A LPOLE: Memoirs. 
2 A little nonsense now and then 
Is relished by the wisest men. 


8 It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch under- 
standing. SYDNEY SMJTH : Lady Holland's Memoir, vol. i.p. 15. 
4 See Pope, page 320. 

6 Var. By hands unseen the knell is rung; 
By fairy forms their dirge is sung. 


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. 

Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired. Line w. 

; T was sad by fits, by starts ; t was wild. Line 28, 

In notes by distance made more sweet, l Line GO, 

In hollow murmurs died away. Line 68. 

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 life can charm no more, 

And mourn' d till Pity's self be dead. 

Dirge in Cymbetine. 

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. 

2 ^M^/toi y&oiB' & frovXcfji a\\* & o-vpfiepei (Let not that happen which 
I wish, but that which is right). MENANDER : Fragment. 


SAMUEL FOOTE. 1720-1777. 

He made him a hut, wherein he did put 
The carcass of Bobinson Crusoe. 
poor Robinson Crusoe ! 

The Mayor ofGarratt. Act i. Sc. 1 

Born in a cellar, and living in a garret. 1 

The Author. Act ii 

JAMES EOBDYCE. 1720-1796. 

Henceforth the majesty of God revere ; 
Pear 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. Boole Hi. Line 567. 

Than Timoleon's arms require, 
And Tully's ciirule chair, and Milton's golden lyre. 

Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. Stanza iL 

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, 
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise. 

Epistle to Curio. 

Seeks painted trines 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. BYBON : A Sketch. 

2 j e crams Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte (I fear God, 
dear Abner, and I have no other fear). RACINE: Athalie, act i. sc. 1 

From Piet} 1 -, whose soul sincere 
Fears God, and knows no other fear. 

W. SMYTH : Ode for the Installation of the Duke 
of Gloucester as Chancellor of Cambridge. 


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, 

$For 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. 

Tacts are stubborn things. 1 

Translation of Gil Bias. Boole x. Chap. 1. 


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. .. BooTc i. Chap. xiii. 418. 

Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the 
contrary. chap. -xmii. 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 a. Sc. i. 

A rude and boisterous captain of the sea. Act iv. Sc. i. 

Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die. Actv. Sc. i. 

i Facts are stubborn things. ELLIOT : Essay on Field Husbandry, p. 35 


WILLIAM MASON. 1725-1797. 
The fattest hog in Epicurus' sty. 1 Heroic Epistle. 

KICHAKD GIFFOBD. 1725-1807. 

Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound ; 

She feels no biting pang the while she sings ; 
Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around, 2 

Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. 8 Contemplation. 

ARTHUR MUEPHY. 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. ActL 

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, 

. . o Epicuri de grege porcum 

(You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide, . ." . a hog 
from' Epicurus* herd). HOKACE: Epistofo, 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. 

4 This line appears in the "Flowers of the Forest," part second, a latet 
poem by Mrs. Coekburn. See Dyce's " Specimens of British Poetesses," 
p. 374. 



Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, 
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po. 

The Traveller. Line i f , 

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, 

My heart tintravelPd 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 ! Lineso. 

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 92. 

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 iss. 

So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar 

But bind him to his native mountains more. Line 217, 

1 See Garth, page 295. 

CRABBE: Tales of the Hall, book Hi. GRAVES: The Epicure. 

2 See Pope, page 329. 


Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days 
Have led their children through the mirthful maze, 
And the gay grandsire, skilPd in gestic lore, 
Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore. 

The Traveller. Line 251. 

They please, are pleased ; 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. Line 409. 

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find 

That bliss which only centres in the mind. Line 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 is. 

. 1 The character of the French. 

2 See Dryden, page 277. 

8 When Davies asked for an explanation of " Luke's iron crown," Gold- 
smith referred him to a book called " Geographic Curieuse," and added that 
by "Damien's bed of steel" he meant the rack. GRAN GEB: Letters^ 
(1805), p. 52. 


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 51. 

His best companions, innocence and health ; 

And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. Line ei- 

How blest is he who crowns in shades like these 

A youth of labour with an age of ease ! Lint 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 shewed how fields were won. 

Line 157.. 

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, 

His pity gave er.e charity began. 

Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, 

And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side. Line wi. 

And as a bird each fond endearment tries 

To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, 

He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, 

Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way. Line 

1 See Pope, page 329. 

C'est un verre qui luit, 

Qu'un souffle peut de'truire, et qu'un souiHe a produit 
(It is a shining glass, which a breath may destroy, and which a breath ha& 
produced). DE CAUX (comparing the world to his hour-glass). 


Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, 
And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. 1 

The Deserted Village. Line 179. 

Even children followed with endearing wile, 

And plucked 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 learned to trace 

The day's disasters in his morning face ; 

.Full well they laugh 7 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 declared 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 vanquished 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 whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, . 
The varnish' d clock that click' d behind the door ; 
The chest, contrived 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 
*>fan Author's Bed- Chamber. 


The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose. 1 

The Deserted Village. Line 232. 

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. Lint 263 f 

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 334. 

Luxury ! thou curst by Heaven's decree ! Line sss. 

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, 

That found 7 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 
ISFo spicy fragrance while they grow ; 
But crushed or trodden to the ground, 
Diffuse their balmy sweets around. 3 

The Captivity. Act u 

To the last moment of his breath, 

On hope the wretch relies ; 
And even the pang preceding death 

Bids expectation rise. 4 Act iL 

1 The twelve good rules Tvere ascribed to Kins: 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 ineals. 11. Repeat no grievances. 12. Lay n 

2 See Tom Brown, page 286. 
8 See Bacon, page 165. 

4 The wretch condemn' d with life to part 

Still, still on hope relies; 
And every pang that rends the heart 
Bids expectation rise. 

Original MS 


Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, 

Adorns and cheers our way ; 1 
And still, as darker grows the night, 

Emits a brighter raj. The Captivity. Act a* 

Our G-arrick ? 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 7 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 31. 

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 Garriek, 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 ; 
7 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. Line 112. 

1 Hope, like the taper's gleamy light, 
Adorns the wretch's way. 

Original MS. 


When they tali'd of their Raphaels, 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 


Good people all, with one accord, 

Lament for Madam Blaize, 
Who never wanted a good word 

Prom those who spoke her praise. 

Elegy on Mrs. Mary BlaizeJ* 

The king himself has followed her 
When she has walked before. 

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. 75.^. 

The dog, to gain his private ends, 
Went mad, and bit the man. y&U 

The man recovered of the bite, 
The dog it was that died. 3 /&#. 

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 caress^ des belles, 
Qui le suivirent toujours, 
Tant qu'il marcha devant elles 

(They say that in his love affairs he was petted by beauties, who always fol- 
lowed him as long as he walked before them). 

* While Fell was reposing himself in the hay, 
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. 


A night-cap decked his brows 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-matured Man. Acti. 

All his faults are such that one loves him still the 
better for them. Act L 

Silence gives consent. 8 Act a. 

Measures, not men, have always been my mark."* ibid. 

I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, 
old manners, old books, old wine. 5 

She Stoop* 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. 


I J ll 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 WaJcejield. 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. FULLER: Wise Sentences. Avrb 5e TO tnyav o><?Xo- 
yoGvTO? e<rri crov. EuBlFlDES : Iph. AuL, 1142. 

* Measures, not men. CHESTERFIELD : Letter, Mar. ff, 1T42. Not 
men, but measures. BURKE Present Discontent*. 

6 See Bacon, page 1T1. 6 See Chaucer, page 4. 



essence of spirituality may be referred to the second 

predicable. Vicar of Walcefield. Chap. mi. 

I find you want me to furnish you with, argument and 
intellect too. xbid. 

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, 

And guide my lonely way 
To where yon taper cheers the vale 

With hospitable ray. The Hermit, Chap. viii. Stanza 1* 

Taught by that Power that pities me, 

I learn to pity them. 1 ibid. Stanza, 6. 

Man wants but little here below, 
Kor wants that little long. 2 stanza $ 

And what is friendship but a name, 

A charm that lulls to sleep; 
A shade that follows wealth or fame, 

And leaves the wretch to weep ? stanza w. 

. The sigh that rends thy constant heart 

Shall break thy Edwin's too. stanza 33. 

By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat. 

Chap. ix> 

They would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived 
company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, 
taste, Shakespeare, aud the musical glasses. iud. 

It has been a thousand times observed, and I must 
>bserve it once more, that the hours we pass with happy 
prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned 
with fruition. 8 Chap.x. 

To what happy accident 4 is it that we owe so unex- 
pected a visit ? Chap.xb. 

1 See Burton, page 185. 2 See Young, page 308. 

* An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had 1131 
pursuit. PLINY THE YOUNGER : Letters, book n. letter xv. 1. 
4 See Middleton, page 1T4. 


When lovely woman stoops to. folly, 
And finds too late that men betray, 

What charm can soothe her melancholy ? 
What art can wash her guilt away ? 

The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xttv. 

The only art her guilt to coyer, 

To hide her shame from every eye, 
To give repentance to her lover,, 

And wring his bosom, is to die. jbid. 

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every 

pleasure and convenience of our lives. ibid. Ciiap. xxi. 

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. 1 

The Art of Poetry on a New Plan (1761). Vol. ii. p. 147. 

One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title- 
page, another works away the body of the book, and a 
third is a dab at an index. 2 The Bee. No. i, Oct. e, 1759. 

The true use of speech is not so much to express our 
wants as to conceal them. 3 NO. Hi. Oct. 20, 1759. 

THOMAS WAETOK 1723-1790. 

All human race, from China to Peru, 4 
Pleasure, however disguised by art, pursue. 

Universal Low of Pleasure. 

Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways 
Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers. 

Written on a Blank LeafofDugdale's Monastico*. 

1 See Butler, pages 215, 216. 

2 There are two things which I am confident I can do very well : one is an 
introduction to any literary work, stating what it is to contain, and how it 
should be executed in the most perfect manner. 

BOSWELL: Life of Johnson, An. 1775. 
See Young, page 310. 
Se Johnson, page 365. 

404 PERCY. 

THOMAS PERCY. 1728-1811. 

Every white will have its blaeke, 
And every sweet its soure. 

Reliques of Ancient Poetry. Sir Cauline 

Late, late yestreen I saw the new nioone, 

Wi' the auld moon in hir arnxe. 1 sir Patrick spen& 

He that had neyther been kith nor kin 
Might have seen a full fayre sight. 

Guy of Gisbornt 

Have you not heard these many years ago 

Jeptha was judge of Israel ? 
He had one only daughter and no mo, 
The which he loved passing well ; 
And as by lott, 
God wot, 

It so came to pass, 
As God's will was. 2 

Jejpthah, Judy* of Israel 

A Eobyn, 

Jolly Eobyn, 
Tell me how thy leman does. 8 

A Robyn, Jolly JKobyn. 

Where gripinge grefes the hart wounde, 
And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse, 
There music with her silver sound * 
With spede is wont to send redresse. 

A Song to the Lute in Musicko. 

1 I saw the new moon late yestreen, 
Wi* the auld moon in her arm. 

From Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. 

* " As by lot, God wot; " and then you know, " It came to pass, as most 
like it was." SHAKESPEARE: Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2. 
8 Hey, Robin, jolly Robin, 
Tell me how thy lady does. 

SHAKESPEARE: Twelfth ffight, act iv, sc. z. 
4 When griping grief the heart doth wound, 
And doleful dumps the mind oppress, 
Then music with her silver sound. 

SHAKESPEARE: Jlomeo and Juliet, act fa sc* & 

FEECY. 405 

The blinded boy that shootes so trim, 
From heaven downe did hie. 1 

King Cophetua and the Beggar-maid, 

" What is thy name, faire maid ? " quoth he. 
"Penelophon, King 1 " quoth she. 2 ibid. 

And how should I know your true love 

From many another one ? 
Oh, by his cockle hat and staff, 

And by his sandal shoone. 

The Friar of Orders Gray. 

O Lady, he is dead and gene ! 

Lady, he y s dead and gone I 
And at his head a green grass turf e, 

And at his heels a stone. 8 jbid. 

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more t 

Men were deceivers ever ; 
One foot in sea and one on shore, 

To one thing constant never. 4 Rid. 

Weep no more, lady, weep no more, 

Thy sorrowe is in vaine ; 
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers 

Will ne'er make grow againe. 6 jbid. 

He that would not when he might, 
He shall not when he wolda. 6 ibid. 

l Young Adam Cupid, he that ?hot so trim, 
When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! 

SHAKESPEARK: Romeo find Juliet, act U. sc. 1. 

2 Shakespeare, who alludes to this ballad in "Love's Labour's Lost," 
act iv. sc. 1, gives the beggar's name Zenelophon. The story of the king 
and the beggar is also alluded to in. " King Richard IL," act v. sc, 3. 
* Quoted in " Hamlet" act w. sc, 3, 
4 See Shakespeare, page 51. 
6 See John Fletcher, page 183. 
o See Hey wood, page 9. 

He that will not when he may, 
When he would, he shotiid aave oay. 

Cfittv ANTES : Don Qidx&te, part i. look &i. chap.iv. 

406 PERCY. 

We ; 11 shine in more substantial honours, 

And to be noble we '11 be good. 1 Winifred* (i720)< 

And when with envy Time, transported, 

Shall think to rob us of our joys, 
You '11 in your girls again be courted, 

And I ? ]I go wooing in my boys. /W 

King Stephen was a worthy peere, 
His breeches cost him but a croune ; 

He held them sixpence all too deere, 
Therefore he called the taylor loune. 

He was a wight of high renowne, 

And those but of a low degree ; 
Itt's pride that putts the countrye doune, 

Then take thine old cloake about thee. 2 

Take thy old Cloak about Thee 

A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree 5 

Oh willow^ willow, willow ! 
With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, 

Oh willow, willow, willow ! & Willow, willow, willow 

When Arthur first in court began, 
And was approved king. 4 

Sir Launcelot du Lake. 

Shall I bid her goe ? What if I doe ? 
Shall I bid her goe and spare not ? 
Oh no, no, no ! I dare not. 6 

Corydon's Farewell to Phillig. 

1 See Chapman, page 37. 

Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus (Nobility is the one only virtue). 
JUVENAL: Satire viii. line 20. 

2 The first stanza is quoted in full, and the last line of the second, by 
Shakespeare in "Othello," act ii. sc. 3. 

8 The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, 

Sing all a green willow; 

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, 
Sing willow, willow, willow. 

Othello, act iv. sc, 3. 

4 Quoted by Shakespeare in Second Part of " Henry IV.," act ii. sc. 4. 

5 Quoted by Shakespeare in " Twelfth Night," act Ii. sc. 3. 


But in vayne shee did conjure him 

To depart her presence soe; 
Having a thousand tongues to allure him, 

And but one to bid him gpe. 

EDMUND BUBKE. 1729-1797. 

The writers against religion, whilst they oppose every 
system, are wisely careful never to set up any of their 

Own. A Vindication of Natural Society .1 Preface, vol. i. p. 7. 

" War," says Machiavel, " ought to be the only study 
of a prince ; " and by a prince he means every sort of 
state, however constituted. "He ought/ 7 says this great 
political doctor, " to consider peace only as a breathing- 
time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes 
ability to execute military plans." A meditation on the 
conduct of political societies made old Hobbes imagine 
that war was the state of nature. 

A Vindication of Natural Society. Vol. t. p. 15. 

I am convinced that we have a degree of. delight, and 
that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of 

Others. 2 - On the Sublime and Beautiful. Sect. xiv. vol. i. p. 118. 

Custom reconciles us to everything. 

Sect, xmii. vol. i. p. 231. 

There is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases 
to be a virtue. 

Observations on a Late Publication on the Present State of the 
Nation. Vol. i. p. 273. 

The wisdom of our ancestors. 8 

Ibid. p. 516. Also in the Discussion on the Traitorous 
Correspondence Bill, 1793. 

1 Boston edition. 1865-1867. 

2 In the adversity of our best friends we always find something which is 
not wholly displeasing- to us. ROCHEFOUCAULD: Reflections, an. 

3 Lord Brougham says of Bacon, "He it was who first employed the -well- 
known phrase of 'the wis'dom of our ancestors/" 

SYDNEY SMITH: Plymletfs Letters, letter v. LORD ELDON: On Sir 
Samuel Romilly's Bill, 1815. CICERO : De Legibu^ . 2 t 3. 

08 BURKE. 

Illustrious predecessor. 1 

Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i.p. 456, 

In such a strait the wisest may well be perplexed and 
the boldest staggered. p. 516. 

When bad men combine, the good must associate ; else 
they will fall one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a con* 
temptible struggle. p. 526, 

Of this stamp is the cant of, Not men, but measures. 2 

P. 531, 

The concessions of the weak are the concessions of 

fear. Spetch on the Conciliation qf America. Vol, ii.p. 108. 

There is America, which at this day serves for little 
more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and 
uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, 
show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which 
now attracts the envy of the world. P. i 15f 

Fiction lags after truth, invention is unfruitful, and 
imagination cold and barren. p. iw. 

A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, 
and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood. 

P. 117. 
A wise and salutary neglect. ibid. 

My vigour relents, I pardon something to the spirit 
of liberty. p. us. 

The religion most prevalent in our northern colonies 
is a refinement on the principles of resistance : it is the 
dissidence of dissent, and the protestantism of the Prot- 
estant religion. p. 123. 

I do not know the method of drawing up an indictment 
against a whole people. p. 135, 

The mareh of the human mind is slow.* p, ug t 

1 See Fielding, page 364. 2 See Goldsmith, page 401. 

2 The march of intellect. SOUTHET : Progress and Prospects of Soci* 
ety, vol. ii. p. 380. ' 

3URKE. 409 

All government, indeed, every human benefit and en- 
joyment, every virtue and every prudent act, is founded 
on compromise. and barter. 

Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 169. 

The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us 
at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the 
contest, whilst his desires were as warm and his hopes 
as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what shadows we 
are, and what shadows we pursue. 

Speech at Bristol on Declining the Poll. Vol. ii. p. 420. 

They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest 
of anarchy, called the Eights of Man. 

On the Army Estimates. Vol Hi. p. 221. 

People will not look forward to posterity who never 
look backward to their ancestors. 

Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. Hi. p. 274. 

You had that action and counteraction which, in the 
natural and in the political world, from the reciprocal 
struggle of discordant powers draws out the harmony of 
the universe. 1 p. 277. 

It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the 
Queen of Prance, then the Dauphiness, at Versailles; 
and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly 
seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her 
just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the ele- 
vated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like 
the morning star full of life and splendour and joy. 
. . . Little did I dream that I should have lived to see 
such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, 
in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I 
thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from 

1 Quid velit et possit rerum concordia discors (What the discordant har- 
mony of circumstances would and could effect). HORACE: Epistle i. 12, 19. 
Mr. Breen, in his "Modern English Literatmfe," says: y This remark- 
able thought Alison the historian has turned to- good account; it occurs so 
often in his disquisitions that he seems to have made it the staple of all wisf 
dom and the basis of every truth." 

410 BURKE. 

their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened 
her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone; that 
of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded. 

Sejlectiont on the Revolution France. Vol. m. p. 331. 

The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of 
nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enter- 
prise is gone. * ., 

That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a 
wound. p - 332 ' 

Vice itself lost half its evil by losing all its grossness. 


Kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are 
rebels from principle. p - 334 - 

Learning will be cast into the mire and trodden down 
under the hoofs of a swinish multitude. 1 P. 335. 

Because half-a-dozen grasshoppers under a fern make 
the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thou- 
sands of great cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the 
British oak, chew the cud and. are silent, pray do not 
imagine that those who make the noise are the only in- 
habitants of the field; that of course they are many in 
number; or that, after all, they are other than the 
little shrivelled, meagre, hopping, though loud and 
troublesome insects of the hour. P. 344. 

In their nomination to office they wiU not appoint to 
the exercise of authority as to a pitiful job, but as to a 
holy function. p * 356 ' 

The men of England, the men, I mean, of light and 
leading in England, P. 366. 

l This expression was tortured to mean that he actually thought the 
people no better than swine; and the phrase "the swinish mut^ude 
was bruited about in every form, of speech and writing, in order to excite 
popular indignation. 

BURKE. 411 

He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and 
sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper. 

Refactions on the Revolution in France. Vol. in. p. 453. 

To execute laws is a royal office ; to execute orders is 
not to be a king. However, a political executive magis- 
tracy, though merely such, is a great trust. 1 p. 497. 

You can never plan the future by the past. 2 

Letter to a Member of the National Assembly. Vol. iv.p. 55. 

The cold neutrality of an impartial judge. 

Preface to Brissofs Address. Vol. v.p. 67. 

And having looked to Government for bread, on the 
very first scarcity they will turn and bite the hand that 

fed them. 8 Thoughts and Details on Scarcity. VoL v.p. 156. 

All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side p_f t 
their natural propensities. 

Letter i. On a Regicide Peace. Vol. V. p. 286. 

All . those instances to be found in history, whether 
real or fabulous, of a doubtful public spirit, at which 
morality is perplexed, reason is staggered, and from 
which affrighted Nature recoils, are their chosen and 
almost sole examples for the instruction of their youth. 

P. 311. 

Example is the school of mankind, and they will learn 
at no other. p - 331 - 

Early and provident fear is the mother of safety. 

Speech on the Petition of the Unitarians. VoL vii.p. 50. 

There never was a bad man that had ability for good 

Speech in opening the Impeachment of Warren Hastings Third 
Day. Vol. x. p. 54. 

The people never give up their liberties but under 

SOme delusion. Speech at County Meeting of Buclcs, 1784. 

1 See Appendix, page 859. 

2 I know no way of judging of the future but by the past. PATRICK- 
HENRY : Speech in the Virginia Convention, March, 1775. 

3 We set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds us. Cause of the Present 
Discontents, vol. i.p. 439. 


I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little 
country churchyard than in the tomb of the Capulets.- 

Letter to Matthew Smith. 

It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the in- 
spiration. 2 Prior's Life of Burke & 

He was not merely a chip of the old block, but the 
old block itself. 4 

On Pitt's First Speech, Feb. 26, 1781. From WraxaWs 
Memoirs, First Series, vol. i._p, 342, 

He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. 

The Rosciad. Line 322. 

But, spite of all the criticising elves, 

Those who would make us feel must feel themselves. 5 

Line- 961. 

Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, 

Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse ; 

1 Family vault of "all the Capulets." Reflections on the Revolution in 
France, vol. in, p. 349. 

2 When Croft's " Life of Dr. Young " was spoken of as a good imitation 
of Dr. Johnson's style, "No, no," said he, "it is not a good imitation of 
Johnson; it has all his pomp without his force ; it has all the nodosities of 
the oak, without its strength; it has all the contortions of the sibyl, without 
the inspiration." PRIOR: Life of BurTce. 

The gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy 
madness of poetry without the inspiration. JUNIUS: Letter No. viii. To 
Sir W. Draper. 

8 At the conclusion of one of Mr. Burke's eloquent harangues, Mr. Cruger, 
finding nothing to add, or perhaps as he thought" to add with effect, ex- 
claimed earnestly, in the language of the counting-house, '* I say ditto to 
Mr. Burke ! I say ditto to Mr. Burke ! " PRIOR: Life of Burke, p. 152. 
* See Sir Thomas Browne, page 219. 

6 Si vis me flere, dolendum est 
Primum ipsi tibi 
@f you -wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief). 

HORACE: Ars Poetica* a. 102+ 


Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, 
Defacing first, then claiming for his own. 1 

The Apology. Line 232. 

No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains 

To tax our labours and excise our brains, wight. Line Mi. 

Apt alliteration ? s artful aid. 

The Prophecy of Famine. Line 86* 

There webs were spread of more than common size, 
And half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starred flies. 

Line 327. 

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, 
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. 

Epistle to William Hogarth. Line, 45. 

Men the most infamous are fond of fame, 

And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame. 

The Author. Line 233. 

Be England what she will, 

With all her faults she is my country still. 2 

The Farewell. Line 2?. 

Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow. 8 L e 38- 

WILLIAM COWPER, 1731-1800. 
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave. 

Table Talk. Line 28. 

As if the world and they were hand and glove. Line 173. 

Happiness depends, as Nature shows, 
Less on exterior things than most suppose. Line 246. 

1 Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as 
gypsies do stolen children, disguise them to make *em pass for their 
own. SHEKIDAX: The Critic* act i. sc. i. 

2 England, with all thy faults I love thee still, 
My country 1 

COWPER : The Task, book ii. The Timepiece, line 206. 
8 Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam. BYKON: The Corsair^ 
canto i. stanza 1. 

414 COWPER. 

Freedom has a thousand charms to show, 
That slaves, howe'er contented, never know. . 

Table Talk. Line 260. 

Manner is all in all, whatever is writ, 

The substitute for genius, sense, and wit, Line 542. 

Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, 

And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard : 

To carry nature lengths unknown before, 

To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more. Line 556. 

Elegant as simplicity, and warm 

As ecstasy. . Linesss. 

Low ambition and the thirst of praise. 1 Line, 591. 

Made poetry a mere mechanic art. Line 054 

Nature, -exerting an unwearied power, 

Iforms, opens, and gives scent to every flower ; 

Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads 

The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads. Line 690 

Lights of the world, and stars of human race. 

The Progress of Error. Line 97. 

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam 

Excels a dunce that has been kept at home 1 Line 415, 

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true, 
A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew. 

Truth. Line 327. 

The sounding jargon of the schools. 2 Line 367. 

When one that holds communion with the skies 
Has filPd his urn where these pure waters rise, 
And once more mingles with us meaner things, 
; T is e'en as if an angel shook his wings. 

Charity. Line 435. 

A fool must now and then be right by chance. 

Conversation* Line 96. 

1 See Pope, page 314. 

2 See Prior, page 287. 



He "would not, with, a peremptory tone, 
Assert the nose upon his face his own. 

Conversation. Line 121. 

A moral, sensible, and well-bred man 
Will not affront me, and no other can. 

Pernicious weed ! whose scent the fair annoys, 
Unfriendly to society's chief joys : 
Thy worst effect is banishing for hours 
The sex whose presence civilizes ours. 

.1 cannot talk with civet in the room, 

A fine puss-gentleman that ? s all perfume. 

The solemn fop ; significant and budge ; . 
A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge. 1 

Lint 193. 

Line 251. 
Line 283. 
Line 299. 
Line 303. 

Line 357 
Line 443. 

His wit invites you by his looks to come, 
But when you knock, it never is at home. 2 

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, 

Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. 8 

That good diffused may more abundant grow. 

A business with an income at its heels 
Furnishes always oil for its own wheels. 

Retirement* Line 614* 

Absence of occupation is not rest, 

A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. . une 623. 

, An idler is a watch that wants both hands, 
As useless if it goes as if it stands. zine esi. 

Built God a church, and laughed his word to scorn. 

Line & 

* See Pope, page 331. 
2 See Pope, page 336. 

* See Butler, page 213. 

The story of a Jamp which was supposed to. have burned about fifteen 
hundred years in the sepulchre of Tullia, the daughter of Cicero, is told 
by Pancirollus and others. -.-..- 

416 COWPEB. 

Philologists, who chase 
A panting syllable through time and space, 
Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark 
To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark. 

Retirement. Line 69% 

I praise the Frenchman, 1 his remark was shrewd, 

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! 

But grant me still a friend in my retreat, 

Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet. Line ?s& 

A kick that scarce would move a horse 

May kill a sound divine. The Yearly Distress*. 

I am monarch of all I survey, 
My right there is none to dispute. 

Verges supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk* 

Solitude ! where are the charms 

That sages have seen in thy face? ibid.. 

But the sound of the church-going bell 
These valleys and rocks never heard ; 

Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell, 

Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd. ibid- 

How fleet is a glance of the mind ! 

Compared with the speed of its flight 
The tempest itself lags behind, 

And the swift-winged arrows of light ibid*. 

There goes the parson, illustrious spark ! 
And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk. 

On observing some Names of Little Note*. 

But oars alone can ne'er prevail 

To reach the distant coast ; 
The breath of heaven must swell the sail, 

Or all the toil is lost. Human Froilty* 

And the tear that is wiped with a little 
May be followed perhaps by a smile. 

i LaBruyfcre. 

COWPER. 417 

T is Providence alone secures 

In every change both mine and yours, A Fa&t. Moral 

I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau 

If birds Confabulate Or no. Pairing Time Anticipated* 

Misses ! the tale that I relate 

This lesson seems to carry, 
Choose not alone a proper mate, 

But proper time to marry. 

That though on pleasure she was bent, 
She had a frugal mind. History ofJoh* 

A hat not much the worse for wear. 

Now let us sing, Long live the king ! 

And Gilpin, Long live he ! 
And when he next doth ride abroad, 

May I be there to see I i&d* 

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, 
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. 

To an Afflicted Protestant Lady* 

United yet divided, twain at once ; 

So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne. 1 

The Task. Book L The Sofa. Line 77* 

!N"or rural sights alone, but rural sounds, 

Exhilarate the spirit, and restore 

The tone of languid nature. Line isi^ 

The earth was made so various, that the mind 

Of desultory man, studious of change 

And pleased with novelty, might be indulged, Line soe 

Doing good, 
Disinterested good, is not our trade. Line S7& 

Ood made the country, and man made the town. 2 

BUCKINGHAM i The Rehearsal (the twolGngs of BrentloreL)* 
SeeJBacon, page 167. 


418 COWPER. 

Oh. for a lodge in some vast wilderness, 1 
'Some boundless contiguity of shade, 
Where rumour of oppression and deceit, 
Of unsuccessful or successful war, 
Might never reach me more, 

The, Task. Boole \i. Tht Timepiece, Line t 

Mountains interposed 
Make enemies of nations who had else, 
Like kindred drops, been mingled into one. Line 17. 

I. would not have a slave to till my ground, 

To carry me, to fan me while I sleep 

And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth 

That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd. Line 29, 

Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs 

Eeceive our air, that moment they are free ! 

They touch our country, and their shackles fall. 2 , Line 40. 

Fast-anchor ; d isle. Line isi. 

England, with all thy faults I love thee still, 

My country ! 3 Line 2os, 

Presume to lay their hand upon the ark 

Of her magnificent and awful cause. Line 231. 

1 Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men! 
Jeremiah ix. 2. 

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place ! BYRON : Childe Harold, 
canto iv. stanza 177. 

2 Servi peregrini, ut primum Gallise fines penetraverint eodem momento 
llberi sunt (Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul, 
that moment they are free). BODINUS : Liber i. c. 5. 

Lord Campbell ("Lives of the Chief Justices," vol. ii. p. 418) says 
that "Lord Mansfield first established the grand doctrine that the air of 
England is too pure to be breathed by a slave." The words attributed 
to Lord Mansfield-, however, are not found in his judgment. They are 
in Hargrave's argument, May 14, 1772, where he speaks of England as 
"a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to breathe in." LOFFT : 
Reports^, 2,. .,-.. . , 
8 See Churchill, page 413. 


Praise enough 

To fill the ambition of a private man, 
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue. 

The Tcuik. Book u. The Timepiece, Line 235, 

There is a pleasure in poetic pains 

Which only poets know. 1 Line 285. 

Transforms old print 
To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes 
Of gallery critics by a thousand arts. Line 363. 

Beading what they never wrote, 
Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, 
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene. Line 411. 

Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not. Line 444. 

Variety J s the very spice of life. 2 Une sos. 

She that asks 
Her dear five hundred friends. Line 642, 

His head, 

Not yet by time completely silver 7 d o'er, 
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, 
But strong for service still, and unimpaired. Line 702. 

Domestic happiness, thou only bliss 
Of Paradise that has survived the fall ! 

Book Hi. The Garden. Line 41. 

Great contest follows, and much learned dust. Line iei. 

Prom reveries so airy, from the toil 

Of dropping buckets into empty wells, 

And growing old in drawing nothing up. 8 Line 188. 

1 See Dryden, page 277. 

2 No pleasure endures unseasoned by variety. PUB. SYRUS: Maxim 406. 

3 He has spent all his life in letting down buckets into empty wells ; and 
he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again. Lady Hal- 
land's Memoir of Sydney Smith, vol. i. p. 259. 


Xine si, 

Line 55.. 

How various his employments whom the world 
Calls idle, and who justly in return 
Esteems that busy world an idler too ! 

- The Task. Book Hi. The Garden, Line, 35& 

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too. Lint &66* 

I burn to set the imprisoned wranglers free, 
And give them voice and utterance once again. 
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, 
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, 
And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn 
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups 
That cheer but not inebriate x wait on each, 
So let us welcome peaceful evening in. 

ook iv. The Winter Evening. Line #. 

Which not even critics criticise. 

What is it but a map of busy life, 

Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns ? 

And Katerfelto, with his hair on end 
At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. 
'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, 
To peep at such a world, -to see the stir 
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. 

While fancy, like the finger of a clock, 
Euns the great circuit, and is still at home. 

Winter, ruler of the inverted year ! * 

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, 
Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, 
And spades, the emblems of untimely graves. 

In indolent vacuity of thought, 
It seems the part of wisdom. 
All learned, and all drunk J 

* See Bishop Berkeley, page 312. 
2 See Thomson, page 356. 

Line $6... 

Line 118.. 
Line 120. . 

Lint 217.. 
Line 297., 
Line 336. . 
Line 478* 

COWPjER. 421 

Gloriously drunk, obey the important call. 

The Task. Book . The Winter Evening, Line 510* 

Those golden times 

And those Arcadian scenes that Maro sings, 
And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose. lAnv&i*. 

The Frenchman's darling. 1 Line 765. 

Some must be great. Great offices will have 

Great talents. And God gives to every man 

The virtue, temper, understanding, taste, 

That lifts him into life, and lets him fall 

Just in the niche he was ordain'd to fill. Line 7 SB. 

Silently as a dream the fabric rose, 

No sound of hammer or of saw was there. 2 

Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 144, 

But war 's a game which were their subjects wise 
Kings would not play at. Line 187. 

The beggarly last doit. Line sm 

As dreadful as the Manichean god, 

Adored through fear, strong only to destroy. Line 444. 

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. Line 733. 

With filial confidence inspired, 
Oan lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, 
.And .smiling say, My Father made them all I Line 745 ; 

Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor ; 
And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away. 

Line 90S. 

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds ; 
And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased 

1 It was Cowper who gave this now common, name to the mignonette. 
2 N"o hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung ; 
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. 

HEBERT Palestine* 

So that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any tool of iron heard 
.m the house while it was in building. 1 Kings tn. 7. 

422 COWPER. 

With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave ; 
Some chord in unison with what we hear 
Is touched within us, and the heart replies. 
How soft the music of those village bells 
Falling at intervals upon the ear 
In cadence sweet ! 

The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line Z 

Here the heart 

May give a useful lesson to the head, 
And Learning wiser grow without his books. 

Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; 
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. 
Books are not seldom talismans and spells. 

Some to the fascination of a name 

Surrender judgment hoodwinked. Un& 101.. 

I would not enter on my list of friends 

(Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, 

Yet wanting sensibility) the man 

Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. Lineseo'. 

An honest man, close-button'd to the chin, 
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within. 

Epistle to Joseph Hill. 

Shine by the side of every path we tread 
With such a lustre, he that runs may read. 1 

Tirocinium. Line 79. 

What peaceful hours I once enjoy' d !.. 

How sweet their memory still ! 
But they have left an aching void 

The world can never fill. Walking with God. 

And Satan trembles when he sees 

The weakest saint upon his knees. Exhortation to Prayer. 

1 Write the vision, and make it plain, upon tables, that he may run that 
readeth it. Habakkuk ii. 2. 

He that runs may read. TENKYSON : The Flower. 

COWPER. 4:23 

God moves in a mysterious way 

His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea 

And rides upon the storm. 

Light thining out of Darkness. 

Behind a frowning providence 

He hides a shining face. ibid, 

Beware of desperate steps ! The darkest day, 
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away. 

The Needless Alarm. Moral. 

Oh that those lips had language 1 Life has pass'd 
With me but roughly since I heard thee last. 

On the Receipt of my Mother'* Picture, 

The son of parents pass'd into the skies. ibid. 

The man that hails you Tom or Jack, 
And proves, "by thumping on your back, 1 

His sense of your great merit, 2 
1$ such a friend that one had need 
Be very much his friend indeed 

To pardon or to bear it. On Friendship 

A worm is in the bud of youth, 
And at the root of age. 

Stanzas subjoined to a Bill of Mortality. 

Toll for the brave ! 

The brave that are no more ! 
All sunk beneath the wave, 

East by their native shore ! 

On the Loss of the Royal George, 

There is a bird who by his coat, 
And by the hoarseness of his note, 
- Might be supposed a crow. 

The Jackdaw. (Translation from Vincent Bourne 

1 See Young, page 312, 

2 Yar. How he esteems your merit. 


He sees that this great roundabout 
The world, with all its motley rout, 

Church, army, physic, law, 
Its customs and its businesses, 
Is no concern at all of his, 

And says what says he ? Caw. 

The Jackdaw. (Translation from Vincent Bourne.) 

For J t is a truth well known to most, 

That whatsoever thing is lost, 

We seek it, ere it come to light, 

In every cranny but the right. The Retired Cat. 

He that holds fast the golden mean, 1 
And lives contentedly between 

The little and the great, 
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, 
Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door. 

Translation of Horace. Book ii. Ode a?. 

But strive still to be a man before your mother. 2 

Connoisseur. Motto of No. TO. 

ERASMUS DARWIN".. 1731-1802. 

Soon shall thy arm, unconquer'd steam ! afar 
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car ; 
Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear 
The flying chariot through the field of air. 

The Botanic Garden. Part i. Canto i. Line 289. 

No radiant pearl which crested Fortune wears, 
No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, 
Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, 
Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, 
Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows 
Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes. 

Part ii. Canto Hi. Line 450, 

1 Keep the golden mean. PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxm 1072. 

2 See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 199. 


BEILBY PORTEUS. 1731-1808. 

In sober state, 

Through the sequestered vale of rural life, 
The venerable patriarch guileless held 
The tenor of his way. 1 Death. Unt 10*. 

One murder made a villain, 
Millions a hero. Princes were privileged 
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. 2 Line 1&4. 

War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands. 

Teach him how to liye, 
And, oh still harder lesson ! how to die. 8 


Labour to keep alive in your breast that little spark of 
celestial fire, conscience. 

Rule from the Copy-book of Washington when a schoolboy 

To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual 
means of preserving peace.* 

Speech to both Houses of Congress, Jan. 8 } 179O* 

*Tis our true policy to steer clear of permanent alli- 
ances with any portion of the foreign world. 

* , Sis Farewell Address 

1 See Gray, page 385. 

3 See Young, page 311. 

See Tickell, page 313. 

-* Qui desiderat pacem prseparet bellum (Wh would desire peace should 
be prepared for war). VEGETTUS : Rei MiUtwri 5, Prolog. 

In pace, lit sapiens, aptarit idonea bello (In peace, as a wise man, he 
should make suitable preparation for war. HORACES BooJc . satire , 


LOBD THUELOW. 1732-1806. 
The accident of an accident , 

Speech in Reply to the Duke of Graf ton. Butler's 
Reminiscences, vol. i. p. 142. 

When I forget my sovereign, may my God forget me. 1 

27 Parliamentary History, 680 ; Annual Register, 1789. 

JOHN DICKINSON. 1732-1808. 

Then join in hand, brave Americans all ! 
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall. 

........ The Liberty Song (1T68). 

Our cause is just, our union is perfect. 

Declaration on talcing up Arms in 1775* 

W. J, MICKLE. 1734-1788. 

The dews of summer nights did fall, 

The moon, sweet regent of the sky, 3 
Silvered the walls of Cumiior Hall 

And many an oak that grew thereby. Cumnor Hall. 

ITor there 's nae luck about the house, 
There ; s nae luck at a' ; 

1 Whereupon Wilkes is reported to have said, somewhat coarsely, but 
not unhappily it must be. allowed, "Forget you! He Ml see you d d 
first." Burke also exclaimed, " The best thing that could happen to 
you!* 1 BROUGHAM: Statesmen of the Time of George III". (Thurlow.) 

2 From the original manuscript draft in Dickinson's handwriting, which 
has given rise to the belief that he, not Jefferson (as formerly claimed), is 
the real author of this sentence. 

3 Jove, thou regent of the skies. POPE: The Odyssey, book ii. line 42. 
Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night. GAY: Trivia, book Hi. 
And hail their queen, fair regent of the night. DARWIN : The Botanic 

Garden, part i. canto ii. line 90. 


There ? s little pleasure in tlie house 
When our gudeman ? s awa'. The Mariner^ 

His very foot has music in ? t 
As he comes up the stairs. 

JOHK LANGHORNE. 173&-1779. 

Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain, 
Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain ; 
Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, 
The big drops mingling with the milk he drew 
Gave the sad presage of his future years, 
The child of misery, baptized in tears. 2 

The Country Justice. Parti, 

Hope ! thou nurse of young desire. 

Love in a Village. Act i. So, Z 

There was a jolly miller once, 

Lived on the river Dee ; 
He worked and sung from morn till night : 

No lark more blithe than he. Sc. z< 

And this the burden of his song 

Forever used to be, 
I care for nobody, no, not I, 

If no one cares for me. 8 ibid. 

1 **The Mariner's Wife " is now given" by common consent," says Sarah 
Tytler, to Jean Adam (1710-1765). 

2 This allusion to the dead soldier and his widow on the field of battle 
was made the subject of a print by Bunbury, under which were engraved 
the pathetic lines of Langhorne. Sir Walter Scott has mentioned that the 
only time he saw Burns this picture was in the room. Burns shed tears 
over it; and Scott, then a lad of fifteen, was the only person present who 
could tell him where the lines were to be found. LOCKHART: Life oj 
Scott, wL i, chap, iv 

8 If naebody care for me, 
I '11 care for naebody. 

BURNS : / hae a Wife <? my Ain* 


Young fellows will be young fellows. 

Love in a Village, Act ft. Sc. & 

Ay, do despise me ! I'm the prouder for it; I like to 

be despised. The Hypocrite. 

JAMES BEATTIE. 1735-1803. 

Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb 

The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ? 

The Minstrel. Book i. Stama, 1, 

Zealous, yet modest ; innocent, though free ; 

Patient of toil, serene amidst alarms j 

Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms. stanza .?/ 

Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. 


3VTine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, 

Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, 

With here and there a violet bestrewn/ 

Past by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave ; 

And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave T 

Book ii. Stanza l? t 

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, 
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, 
When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, 
And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove. 

The Hermit 

He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. /^.. 

But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn ? 

Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave ? /$#, 

By the glare of false science betray 'd, 
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind. ;#& 

And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb. 


JOHN" ADAMS. 1735-1826. 

Yesterday the greatest question was decided which, 
ever was debated in America; and a greater perhaps 
never was, nor will be, decided among men. A reso- 
lution was passed without one dissenting colony, that 
those United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free 
and independent States. Letter to Mrs. Adams, July 3,- 1776. 

The second day of July, 17T6, will "be the most me- 
morable epocha in the history of America. I am apt to 
believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding genera- 
tions as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be 
^commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts 
of devotion to G-od Almighty. It ought solemnized 
with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, 
bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this 
-continent to the other, from this time forward for ever, 
more. JM& 

PATRICK HENEY. 1736-1799. 

Caesar had his Brutus ; Charles the First, Ms Crom- 
well ; and George the Third [" Treason ! "'- cried the 
Speaker] may profit by their example. If this be 
treason, make the most of it. 

Speech in the Virginia Convention, 1765. 

I am not a Yirginian, but an American. 1 

Ibid. September ; 1774. 

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and 
that is the lamp of experience. I know no way of judg- 
ing of the future but by the past. 2 md. March, 1775. 

1 I was born an American ; I will live an American ; I sbaH die an 
American I WEBSTER : Speech, July 17, 1850. 

2 See Burke, page 411. 


Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at 
the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty 
God ! I know not what course others may take, but as 
for me, give me liberty, or give me death ! 

Speech in the Virginia Convention, March, 1775. 

EDWAKD GIBBOK 1737-1794. 

The reign of Antoninus is marked by the rare advan- 
tage of furnishing very few materials for history, which 
is indeed little more than the register of the crimes, fol- 
lies, and misfortunes of mankind. 1 

Decline and Fall of the Roman Umpire (1776). Chap. m 

Bevenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive, chap.xi. 
Amiable weaknesses of human nature. 2 chap, am 

In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a 
head to contrive, and a hand to execute. 3 Chap, xlviii. 

Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery. 

Chap, xlix* 

The winds and waves are always on the side of the 
ablest navigators. 4 chap. IxtiiL 

Vicissitudes of fortune, which spares neither man nor 
the proudest of his works, which buries empires and 
cities in a common grave. chap. ixsd. 

All that is human must retrograde if it do not advance. 

I Saw and loved. 5 Memoirs. Vol. i. p. 106. 

1 L'histoire n'est que le tableau des crimes et des malheurs (History is 
but the record of crimes and misfortunes). . VOLTAIRE: L'lngenu, chap. x. 

2 See Fielding, page 364. 8 See Clarendon, page 255. 

* On dit que Dieu est toujours pour les gros bataillons (It is said that God 
is always on the side of the heaviest battalions). VOLTAIRE: Letter to 
M. leJRiche. 1770. 

J'ai toujours vu Dieu du cote* des gros bataillons (I have always noticed 
that God is on the side of the heaviest battalions). De la Ferte to Anne 
of Austria. 

5 See Chapman, page 35. 


On the approach of spring I withdraw without reluc- 
tance from the noisy and extensive scene . of crowds 
without company, and dissipation without pleasure. 

Memoirs. Vol. i.p. 116. 

I was never less alone than when by myself. 1 p. 117 

THOMAS PAINE. 1737-1809. 

And the final event to himself [Mr. Burke] has been, 
that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick. 

Letter to the Addressers. 

These are the times that try men's souls. 

The American Crisis. No. 1. 

The sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly 
related, that it is difficult to class them separately. One 
step above the sublime makes the ridiculous , and one 
step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again. 2 

Age of Reason. Part ii. note* 

JOHN" WOLCOT. 1738-1819. 

What rage for fame attends both great and small ! 
Better be damned than mentioned not at all. 

To the Royal Academicians-. 

No, let the monarch's bags and others hold 
The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold. 8 

To Kien Long. Ode iv. 

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt. 
And every grin so merry draws one out. 

JExposiufatory Odes. Ode orr. 

1 Never less alone than when alone. ROGERS: Human Life. 

2 Probably this is the original of Napoleon's celebrated mot, " Du sub- 
lime au ridicule il n'y a qn'un pas " (From the sublime to the ridiculous 
there is but one step). 

8 See Jonson, page 178. 


A fellow in a market town, 

Most musical, cried razors up and down. 

Farewell Odes. Ode tit. 

MRS. THEALE. 1739-1821. 

The tree of deepest root is found 
Least willing still to quit the ground : 
'T was therefore said by ancient sages, 

That love of life increased with years 
So much, that in our latter stages, 
When pain grows sharp and sickness rages, 

The greatest love of life appears. Three Warning*. 

CHAELES MOEEIS. 1739^1832. 

Solid men of Boston, banish long potations ! 
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations ! l 

Pitt and D Midas' s Return to London from Wimbledon. 
American Song. From Lyra Urbanica, 

give me the sweet shady side % of Pall Mall ! 

Town and Country*. 

A. M. TOPLADY. 1740-1778. 

Eock of Ages, cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in thee. Salvation through Christ. 

1 Solid men of Boston, make no long orations ! 
Solid men of Boston, banish strong potations ! 

Billy Pitt and the Farmer, From Debrett's Asylum for 
Fugitive Piece*, wl ii.p. 250. 


THOMAS MOSS. 1740-1808. 

Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, 

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, 
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; 

Oh give relief, and Heaven will bless your store. 

The Beggar. 

A pampered menial drove me from the door. 1 

MES. BABJBAULD. 1743-1825. 

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, 
And souls are ripened in our northern sky. 

The Invitation. 

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, 
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars. 

.4 Summer** Evening Meditation. 

It is to hope, though hope were lost. 2 

Come here, Fond Youth* 

Life ! we Ve been long together 
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 
*T is hard to part when friends are dear, 
Perhaps ? t will cost a sigh, a tear ; 
Then steal away, give little warning, 

Choose thine own time ; 
Say not " Good night," but in some brighter clime 

Bid me " Good morning." Life. 

1 This line stood originally, "A liveried servant," etc., and was altered 
as above by Goldsmith. FOBSTER: Life of Goldsmith, vol. 215 (fifth 
edition, 1871). 

2 Who against hope believed in hope. Romans iv. IS, 

Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive. MONTGOMERY : The 
World before the Flood. 



So fades a summer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale when -storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; l 

So dies a wave along the shore. 

, The Death of the Virtuous 

Child of mortality, whence comest thou ? Why is 
thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with. 

Weeping ? Hymns in Prose. xiiL 


(The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same 

timeTJ Summary View of the Rights of British America* 

When, in the course of human events, it becomes neces- 
sary -for- one people to dissolve the political bands which 
have connected them with another, and to assume among- 
the powers of the earth the separate and equal station 
to which, the laws of nature and of nature's God 2 entitle 
them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind re- 
qjiir^s. that they should declare the causes which impel 

them to the separation. Declaration of Independence?} 

L We holct these truths to be self-evident, that all men 
are created equal;. that they are endowed by their Cre- 
ator wjth certain unalienable rights ; 8 that among these 
are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. ^ iud. 

t We mutually pledge to each other our lives, our for- 
tiines, and our sacred honour:? /j^ 

Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left 

stOCbmbatit. First Inaugural Address, March 4,1801. 

1 See Chaucer, page 6. 2 See Bolingbroke, page 304. 

, 8 All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, essentia^ 
and unalienable rights. Constitution of Massachusetts. 


Equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever state 
or persuasion, religious or political ; peace, commerce, 
and honest friendship with all nations, entangling alli- 
ances with none ; the support of the State governments 
in all their rights, as the most competent administrations 
for our domestic concerns, and the surest bulwarks against 
anti-republican tendencies ; the preservation of the gen- 
eral government in its whole constitutional vigour, as the 
sheet anchor of our peace at home and safety abroad ; . . . 
freedom of religion ; freedom of the press ; freedom of 
person under the protection of the habeas corpus ; and 
trial by juries impartially selected, these principles 
form the bright constellation which has gone before us ? 
and guided our steps through an age of revolution and 

reformation. first Inaugural Address, March 4, 1801. 

In the full tide of successful experiment. y^. 

Of the various executive abilities, no one excited more 
anxious concern than that of placing the interests of our 
fellow-citizens in the hands of honest men, with under- 
standing sufficient for their stations. 1 No duty is at the 
same , time, more difficult to fulfil. The knowledge of 
character possessed by a single individual is of necessity 
limited. To seek out the best through the whole Union, 
we must resort to the information which from the best 
of men, acting disinterestedly and with the purest mo- 
tives, is sometimes incorrect. 

Letter to Elias Skipman and others of New Haven, July 12, 1801. 

If a due participation of office is a matter of right, 
how are vacancies to be obtained ? Those by death are 
few; by resignation, none. 2 ibid. 

1 This passage is thus paraphrased by John B. McMaster in his " History 
of the People of the United States" (ii. 586): "One sentence will undoubt- 
edly be remembered till our republic ceases to exist. ' No duty the Execu- 
tive had to perform was so trying/ he observed, * as to put the right man in 
the right place.' ". 

2 Usually quoted, " Few die and none resign." 


When a man assumes a public trust, he should con- 
sider himself as public property. 1 

Life of Jefferson (Rayner), p. 356. 

Indeed, I tremble for my country when I reflect that 

God IS just. Notes on Virginia. Query xviii. Manners* 

JOSIAH QUINCY, JR. 1744-1775. 

Blandishments will not fascinate us, nor will threats 
of a " halter " intimidate. For, under God, we are deter- 
mined that wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we 
shall be called to make our exit, we will die free men. 

Obsewcttiom on the Boston Port BiH> 1774. 

CHABLES DIBDIN. 1745-1814 

There 's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft* 

To keep, watch for the life of poor Jack. p &or j ac ^ 

Bid you ever hear of Captain Wattle ? 

He was all for love, and a little for the bottle. 

Captain WattU and Sfiss Roe. 

His form was of the manliest beauty, 

His heart, was kind and soft ; 
EaithM below he did his duty, 

But now he >s gone aloft. Tom Bowling. 

For though his body ? s under hatches, 

His soul has gone aloft. /^. 

Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly, 
Though winds blew great guns, still he 'tt whistle and 
sing ; 

Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly, 
And if honour gives greatness, was great as a, king, 

1 Se 4-ppeiKUx, page 859. 

2 A song with this title, beginning, " One night came oa a hurrieaae," 
was written by William Pitt, of Malta, who died in 1840. 


MORE. 1745-1833. 

To those who know thee not, no words can paint t 
And those who know thee, know all words are faint ! 


Since trifles make the sum of human things, 
And half our misery from our foibles springs. ibid. 

In men this blunder still you find, 

All think their little set mankind. Florio. Part t. 

Small habits well pursued betimes 

May reach the dignity of crimes. Ibid. 

LORD STOWELL. 1745-1836. 
A dinner lubricates business. 

Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii.p. 6? r , note. 
The elegant simplicity of the three per cents. 1 

Lives of the Lvrd Chancellors (Campbell). Vol x. Chap. 212. 

SIR WILLIAM J01STES. 1746-1794. 

Than all Bocara's Taunted gold, 

Than all the gems of Samarcand. A Persian Song ofHajfo, 

Go boldly forth, my simple lay, 

Whose accents flow with artless ease, 

Like orient pearls at random strung. 2 IM& 

i The sweet simplicity of the three per cents. DISRAELI (Earl Beacons- 
field): Endymion. 

2 'T was he that ranged the words at random flung, 
Pierced the fair pearls.and them together strung. 

EASTWICK: Anvari Suhaili. (Translated from ilrdousi.) 


On parent knees, a naked new-born child, 
Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled $ 
So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, 
Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep. 

From the Persian* 

What constitutes a state ? 

Men who their duties know, 
But know their rights, and knowing, dare .maintain. 

And sovereign law, that state's collected will, 

O'er thrones and globes elate, 
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. 1 

Ode in Imitation of Aicceus. 

Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, 
Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven. 2 

JOHN LOGAN. 1748-1788. 

Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, 
No winter in thy year. To ihe 

Oh could I fly, I >d fly with thee ! . . 

We 'd make with joyful wing 
Our annual visit o'er the globe, 

Companions of the spring. /^ 

1 Neither walls, theatres, porches, nor senseless equipage, make states, 
but men who are able to rely upon themselves. ARISTIDES: Orations 
(JeWs edition), vol. i. (trans, by A. W. Austin). 

By Themistocles alone, or with very few others, does this saying appear 
to be approved,, which,, though Alcseus formerly had produced, many after- 
wards claimed : ^ Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans, make a state; 
but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are 
cities and walls."" Ibid. vol. ii. 

2 See Coke, page 24. 


JONATHAN M. SEWALL. 1748-1808. 

No pent-up Utica contracts your powers, 
But the whole boundless continent is yours. 

Epilogue to Catol 

JOHN EDWIN. 1749-1790. 

A man's ingress into the world is naked and bare, 
His progress through the world is trouble and care ; 
And lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows 


If we do well here, we shall do well there : 
I can tell you no more if I preach a whole year. 3 

The Eccentricities of John Edwin (second edition), vol. i.p. 74. 
London, 1791. 

JOHN TEUMBULL. 1750-1831. 
But optics sharp it needs, I ween, 

To See what is not to be Seen. M c Fingal Canto i. Line 67. 

But as some muskets so contrive it 

As oft to miss the mark they drive at, 

And though well aimed at duck or plover, 

Bear wide, and kick their owners over. 2J,ne 93, 

As though there were a tie 
And obligation to posterity; 
We get them, bear -them, breed, and nurse : 
What has posterity done for us 

. i Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth, New Hampshire. 

2 These lines Edwin offers as heads of a "sermon." Longfellow places 
them in the mouth of '"The Gobbler of Hagenau," as a "familiar tune" 
See "The Wayside Inn, part ii. The Student's Tale.*' 


That we, lest they their rights should lose, 
Should trust our necks to gripe of noose ? 

M c Fingal. Canto ii. Line 121 

No man e'er felt the halter draw, 

With good opinion of the law. Canto Hi. Line 4s& 


Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory. 

The Rivals. Act i, Sc. 2. 

>T is safest in matrimony to begin with a little aversion. 


A progeny of learning. ibid. 

A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree 
of diabolical knowledge. Act Hi. Sc. i. 

He is the very pine-apple of politeness ! Sc. 3. 

If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of 
my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs ! 


As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. 


Too civil by half. Sc. 4. 

Our ancestors are very good kind of folks ; but they 
are the last people I should choose to have a visiting 
acquaintance with. Act iv. Sc. i. 

No caparisons, miss, if you please. Caparisons don't 
become a young woman. Sc. 2. 

We will not anticipate the past; so mind, young 
people, our retrospection will be all to the future. 


You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, 
are you ? /&& 


The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands ; we 
should only spoil it by trying to explain it. 

The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 3. 

You 're our enemy ; lead the way, and we 7 11 precede. 

Act v. Sc. 1. 

There J s nothing like being used to a thing. 1 Sc. 3. 

As there are three of us come on purpose for the game, 
you won't be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by 
sitting out. /&<. 

My valour is certainly going ! it is sneaking off ! I feel 
it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands ! 


I own the soft impeachment. 2bid. 

Steal ! to be sure they may ; and, egad, serve your best 
thoughts as gypsies do stolen children, disfigure them 
to make 'em pass for their own. 2 The Critic. Act L Sc. i. 

The newspapers ! Sir, they are the most villanous, 
licentious, abominable, infernal Not that I ever read 
them ! No, I make it a rule never to look into a news- 
paper. Sc. 2. 

Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to be under- 
stood of the two ! ibid. 

Sheer necessity, the proper parent of an art so nearly 
allied to invention. 

No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope ? Act ii. Sc.i. 

Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically 
impossible. iud. 

Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is 
wonderful. BC. 2. 

Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne. BM. 

The Spanish fleet thou canst not see, because it is 

not yet in sight ! 

1 'T is nothing when you are used to it SWIFT : Polite Conversation, Hi. 
3 See Churchill, page 413. 


vA# oyster may be crossed in love. 

The Critic. Act in. tfc. 1. 

You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where 
a neat rivulet of text shaU meander through a meadow 

Of margin. School for Scandal. Act L Sc. 2. 

Here is the whole set ! a character dead at every word. 

Act ii, Sc.2. 

I leave my character behind me. /#&. 

Here 's to the maiden of bashful fifteen ; 

Here ; s to the widow of fifty ; 
Here ; s to the flaunting, extravagant quean, 
And here ? s to the housewife that ? s thrifty ! 
Let the toast pass ; 
Drink to the lass 5 
I '11 warrant she ? ll prove an excuse for the glass. 

Act Hi. Sc. 3. 

An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting coun- 

tenance - A* 1.8*. 2. 

It was an amiable weakness. 1 

I ne'er could any lustre see 

In eyes that would not look on me ; 

I ne'er saw nectar on a lip 

But where my own did hope to sip. 

The Duenna. Act I Sc. 2, 

Had la heart for falsehood framed, 
I ne'er could injure you. Sc 5 

Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it 

has With politics. Actii.Sc.4. 

While his off-heel, insidiously aside, 
Provokes the caper which Ke seems to chide. 

Pizarro. The, Prologue. 

Such protection as vultures give to lambs. Act a, Sc. 2. 

1 See Fielding, page 364. 


A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler 
line, by deeds, not years. 1 Pimrro. Act iv. Sc. 2. 

The Eight Honorable gentleman is indebted to his 
memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his 

tacts. Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas* Sheridaniana. 

You write with ease to show your breeding, 
But easy writing ; s curst hard reading. 

Clio's Protest. Life of Sheridan (Moore). Vol. I. p. 755. 

PHILIP FRENEAU. 1752-1832. 

The hunter and the deer a shade. 8 The Indian Burying 
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe ; 
They took the spear, but left the shield. 4 

To the Memory of the Americans who fell at Eutaw t 

GEORGE CRABBE. 1754-1832. 

Oh, rather give me commentators plain, 
Who with no deep researches vex the brain ; 
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, 
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun. 5 

The Parish Register. Part i. Introduction. 

1 He who grown aged In this world of woe, 
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, 
So that no wonder waits him. 

BYRON : Childe Harold, canto iii. stanza 5. 

We live in deeds, not years ; in thoughts, not breaths. BAILEY : 
Festus, A Country Town. 

Who well lives, long lives ; for this age of ours 
Should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours. 

Du BARTAS : Days and Weekes. Fourth Day. Book ii. 
2 On peut dire que son esprit brille aux de"pens de sa m^moire (One may 
say that his wit shines by the help of his memory). LE SAGE : Gil Bias, 
tivre Hi. chap. xi. 

8 This line was appropriated by Campbell in "O'Connor's Child." 
4 When Prussia hurried to the field, 
And snatched the spear, but left the shield. 

SCOTT : Marmion, Introduction to canto iii* 
5 See Young, page 311. 

444 CRABBE. 

Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd ; 
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired ; 
The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed, 
And ease of heart her every look convey'd. 

The Parish Register. Part ii. Marriage** 

In this fooPs paradise he drank delight. 1 

The Borough. Letter scii. Players, 

Books cannot always please ; however good ; 
Minds are not ever craving for their food. 

Letter xxiv. Schools. 

In idle wishes fools supinely stay ; 

Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way. 

The Birth of Flattery. 
Gut and COme again. Tales. Tale ml The Widow's Tale. 

Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved. 2 

Tale xiv. The Struggles of Conscience. 

But 't was a maxim he had often tried, 

That right was right, and there he would abide. 8 

Tale xv. The Squire and the Priest* 

; T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good. 

Tale xxi. The Learned Boy. 

He tried the luxury of doing good. 4 

Tales of the Hall. Book ill. Boys at School. 

To sigh, yet not recede ; to grieve, yet not repent. 5 iud. 
And took for truth the test of ridicule. 6 

Boole viii. The Sisters. 

* See Appendix, page 858, 

2 'T is better to have loved and lost, 
Than never to have loved at all. 

TENNYSON : In Memoriam, xxvii. 
8 For right is right, since God is God. ~FABER: The Right must win. 

4 See Goldsmith, page 394. 

5 To sigh, yet feel no pain. MOORE: The Blue Stocking. 
Q See Appendix, page 394. 


Time ha's touched me gently in Ms race, 
And left no odious furrows in my face. 1 

Tales of the ff all Bookvcii. The Widow 


True patriots all ; for be it understood 

We left our country for our country's good. 2 

Prologue written for the Opening of the Play-house at 
New South Wales, Jan. 26,1796. 

HE1STRY LEE. 1756-1816. 

To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, 
and first in the hearts of his countrymen. 

Memoirs of Lee. Eulogy on Washington, Dec. 26, 1799.* 

J. P. KEMBLE. 1757-1823. 

Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, 
But why did you kick me down stairs ? 4 

The Panel. Act i. J3c. 1. 

1 Touch us gently, Time. B. W. PROCTER : Touch us gently, Time. 

Time has laid his hand 
Upon my heart, gently. 

LONGFELLOW : The Golden Legend, iv. 

2 See Farquhar, page 305. 

8 To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the 
hearts of his fellow-citizens. Resolutions presented to the United States' 
House of Representatives, on the Death of Washington, December, 1799. 

The eulogy was delivered a week later. Marshall, in his " Life of Wash- 
ington," vol. v. p. YtJ7 7 says in a note that these resolutions were prepared 
by Colonel Henry Lee, who was then not in his place to read them, Gen- 
erai Robert E. Lee, in the Life of his father (1869), prefixed to the Report 
of his father's " Memoirs of the War of the Revolution," gives (p. 5) the 
expression "fellow-citizens;" but on p. 52 he says: "But there is a line, a 
single line, in the Works of Lee which would hand him over to immortality, 
though he had never written another : ' First in war, first in peace, and first 
in the hearts of his countrymen ' will last while language lasts." 

4 Altered from Bickerstaff's "'Tis Well 'tis no Worse." The lines are 
also found in Debrett's "Asylum for Fugitive Pieces," vol. i. p. 15. 


HOEATIO NELSOK 1758-1805. 

In the battle off Cape St. Vincent/ Nelson gave orders 
for boarding the " San Josef/' exclaiming " Westminster 

Abbey, Or victory I" Life of Nelson (Southey). Vol. i. p. 93. 

England expects every man to do his duty. 1 ' 

Vol. ii.p, 13L 

EOBEET BUENS. 1759-1796. 

Auld Mature swears the lovely dears 

Her noblest work she classes, ; 
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, 

And then she made the lasses, ! 2 ' 

Green grow the Rashes* 

Some books are lies frae end to end. 

Death and Dr. Hornbook. 

Some wee short hours ayont the twal. ibid. 

The best laid schemes o ? mice and men 

Gang aft a-gley; 
And leave us naught but grief and pain 

For promised joy. TO a Mouse. 

When chill November's surly blast 

Made fields and forests bare. Man was made to Mourn. 

Man's inhumanity to man 

Makes countless thousands mourn. /&</, 

1 This famous sentence is thus first reported : " Say to the fleet, England 
confides that every man will do his duty." Captain Pasco, Nelson's flag- 
lieutenant, suggested to substitute "expects" for "confides," which was 
adopted. Captain Blackwood, who commanded the "Euryalis," says 
that the correction suggested was from "Nelson expects" to "England 

2 Man was made when Nature was 
But an apprentice, but woman when she 
Was a skilful mistress of her art. 

Cupid's Whirligig (1607> 

BURNS. 447 

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new. 

The Cotter's Saturday Night. 

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening 
gale. JIM. 

He wales a portion with judicious care ; 

And " Let us worship God," he says with solemn air. 


Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, 

Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name. /&& 

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, 
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad : 

Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, 

" An honest man ? s the noblest work of God." 1 2tod. 

For a 7 that, and a' that, 

And twice as muckle >s a' that. The Jolly Beggars. 

O Life ! how pleasant is thy morning, 
Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning ! 
Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, . 

' We frisk away, 
Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, 

To joy and play. Epistk to James Smith. 

Misled by fancy's meteor ray, 

By passion driven ; 
But yet the light that led astray 

Was light from heaven. The Vision. 

And like a passing thought, she fled 

In light away. 7&U 

Affliction's SODS are brothers in distress; 

A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss ! 

A Winter flight. 

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar 
Showed him the gentleman and scholar. The Two, Dogs. 

I See Fletcher, page 183. 

448 BURNS. 

And there began a lang digression 

About the lords o 7 the creation. The Two, Dogs 

Oh wad some power the giftie gie us 
To see oursel's as others see us ! 
It wad frae monie a blunder free -us, 

And foolish notion. TO a Louse, 

Then gently scan your brother man, 

.Still gentler sister woman ; 
Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, 

To Step aside is human. 1 Address to the Unco Quid. 

What ? s done we partly may compute, 
But know not what ? s resisted. 

Stern Buin's ploughshare drives elate 

Full on thy bloom. 2 To a Mountain 

life ! thou art a galling load, 
Along a rough, a weary road, 

To wretches such as I ! Despondency. 

Perhaps it may turn out a sang, 
Perhaps turn out a sermon. Epistle to a Young Friend. 

1 waive the quantum o 7 the sin, 
The hazard of concealing ; 

But, och ! it hardens a' within, 
And petrifies the feeling ! 

The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip 

To haud the wretch in order ; 8 
But where ye feel your honour grip, 

Let that aye be your border. 

An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange 
For Deity offended ! Ibid 

And may you better reck the rede, 4 
Than ever did the adviser \ rm 

I See Pope, page 325. 2 See Young, page 309. 

See Burton, page 193. 4 See Shakespeare, page 129. 



Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes ; 
Flow gently, I ? 11 sing thee a song in thy praise. 

Flow gently, sweet A/ton. 

Oh whistle, and I '11 come to ye, my lad. 1 

Whi&tle, and I 'II come to ye, 

If naebody care for me, 
I '11 care for naebody. 3 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to mind ? 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And days o ? lang syne ? 

We twa hae run about the braes, 
And pu'd the go wans fine. 

Dweller in yon dungeon dark, 
Hangman of creation, mark ! 
Who in widow weeds appears, 
Laden with unhonoured years, 
Noosing with care a bursting purse, 
Baited with many a deadly curse ? 

To make a happy fireside clime 

To weans and wife, 

That 's the true pathos and sublime 
Of human life. 

1 hae a Wife o' my Ain* 

Auld Lang Syne. 


Ode on Mrs. Oswald, 

Epistle to Dr. 

If there ? s a hole in a' your coats, 

I rede ye tent it ; 
A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, 

And, faith, he '11 preiit, it. 

On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through ScotlandL 

John Anderson my jo, John, 

When we were first aequent, 
Your locks were like the raveu, 

Your bonny brow was brent. John Anderson. 

1 See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. 


See Bickerstaff, page 427. 

450 BURNS. 

Kj heart ? s in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; 
My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer. 1 

My Heart '$ in the Highlands 

She is a winsome wee thing, 
She is a handsome wee thing, 
She is a bonny wee thing, 
This sweet wee wife o 7 mine. 

My Wife '* a Winsome Wee Thing. 

The golden hours on angel wings 

Flew o'er me and my dearie ; 
For dear to me as light and life 

Was my sweet Highland Mary. Highland Mary. 

But, oh ! fell death's untimely frost 

That nipt my flower sae early. ibid. 

It J s guid to be merry and wise, 2 
It 's guid to be honest and true, 
It ? s guid to support Caledonia's cause, 
And bide by the buff and the blue. 

Here 's a Health to Them that 's Awa?. 

Scots, wha hae wi 7 Wallace bled, 
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, 
Welcome to your gory bed, 

Or to victory ! 

Kow 's the day and now ? s the hour ; 
See the front o' battle lour. Bannockbum. 

Liberty J s in every blow ! 

Let us do or die. 8 ibid. 

In durance vile 4 here must I wake and weep, 
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep. 

Epistle from Esopus to Maria. 

1 These Tines from an old song, entitled "The Strong Walls of Deny," 
Bams made a. basis for his own beautiful ditty. 
s See Heywood, page 9, 
* Se Fletcher, page 183. 

Ihiraiice vile. W, KENRICK (1766): Fakta/'s Wedding, act t. sc. 2. 
: The Present Discontents. 

BURNS. 451 

Oh, my luve ? s like a red, red rose, 

That 's newly sprung in June ; 
Oh ? my luve ? s like the melodie 

That ? s sweetly played in tune. A Red, Red Rose. 

Contented wi 7 little, and cantie wi 7 mair. 

Contented wi> Little- 

Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, 

Gathering her brows like gathering storm, 

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. ram o' Shanter* 

Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet 
To think how monie counsels sweet, 
How monie lengthened sage advices, 
The husband frae the wife despises. 

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; 
Tarn lo'ed him like a vera brither, 
They had been fou for weeks thegither. 

The landlady and Tarn grew gracious 

Wi ? favours secret, sweet, and precious. ibid. 

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus. ibid. 

Kings may be blest, but Tarn was glorious, 

O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. /^. 

But pleasures are like poppies spread, 

You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; 

Or, like the snow-fall in the river, 

A moment white, then melts forever. ibid. 

man can Aether time or tide. 1 
hour, o' night's black arch the keystane. 

Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, 

What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! lUd. 

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, 

The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. ibid. 

1 See Heywood, page 10. 

452 BUENS. 

But to see her was to love her, 1 

Love but her, and love forever. Ae Fond Kiss, 

Had we never loved sae kindly, 

Had we never loved sae blindly, 

Never met or never parted, 

We had ne'er been broken-hearted ! jud* 

To see her is to love her, 

And love but her forever ; 
For Nature made her what she is, 

And never made anither ! Bonny Lesley. 

Ye banks and braes o } bonny Doori, 

How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair ? 
How can ye chant, ye little birds, 

And I sae weary fu' o' care ? The .Banks of Doon. 

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure 
Thrill the deepest notes of woe. sweet Sensibility. 

The rank is but the guinea's stamp, 

The man ? s the gowd for a' that. 2 For a' that and o? that. 
A prince can make a belted knight, 

A marquis, duke, and a' that; 
But an honest man J s aboon his might, 

Guid faith, he maunna fa ? that. 8 ibid. 

*T is sweeter for thee despairing 

Than aught in the world beside, Jessy ! j^^ 

Some hae meat and canna eat, 

And some would eat that want it ; 
But we hae meat, and we can eat, 

Sae let the Lord be thankit. Grace before Meait 

It was a' for our rightfu ? King 
We left fair Scotland's strand. #for our Rightftf King* 

1 To know her was to love her. ROGERS : Jacqueline, stanza 1. 

2 I weigh the man, not his title; 'tis not the king's stamp can make the 
met&l better, WYCHEBLY: The Plaindealer, acti. sc. 1. 

* S*e Southern, page 282. 

4 This ballad first appeared in Johnson's " Museum/ 5 1796. Sir Walter 
Soott was never tired of hearing it sung 1 . 


"Now a? is done that men can do, 

And a' is done in vain. #for our Rightfu* King. 

He turn'd him right and round about 

Upon the Irish shore, 
And gae his bridle reins a shake, 

With, " Adieu for evermore, my dear, 

And adieu for evermore." l 

WILLIAM PITT. 1759-1806. 
Necessity is the argument of tyrants ; it is the creed 

Of Slaves. 2 Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783. 

Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies ; and all 
That shared its shelter perish in its fall. 

The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. No. xxxvt. 

AOTDEEW CHEEKY. 1762-1812. 

Loud roared the dreadful thunder, 
The rain a deluge showers. 

The Bay of Biscay. 

As she lay, on that day, 

In the bay of Biscay, ! ibid. 

1 Under the impression that this stanza is ancient, Scott has made very 
free use of it, first in "Rokeby" (1813), and then in the "Monastery" 
t(1816). In " Rokeby " he thus introduces the verse : 

He turn'd his charger as he spake, 

Upon the river shore, 
He gave his bridle reins a shake, 

Said, " Adieu for evermore, my love, 

And adieu for evermore." 

2 See Milton, page 232. 



On their own merits modest men are dumb. 

Epilogue to the Heir at Law. 

And what ? s impossible can't be, 

And never, never comes to pass. The Maid of the Moor. 

Three stories high, long, dull, and old, 

As great lords' stories often are. ibid. 

Like two single gentlemen rolled into one. 

Lodgings for Single Gentlemen. 

But when ill indeed, 
E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed. ibid. 

When taken, 

To be well shaken. 

The Newcastle Apothecary* 

Thank you, good sir, I owe you one. 

The Poor Gentleman. Acti.Sc.2* 

Miss Bailey ! 
Unfortunate Miss Bailey ! 

Love laughs at Locksmiths. Act ii. Song* 

? Tis a very. fine thing to be father-in-law 
To a very magnificent three-tailed Bashaw ! 

Slue Beard. Act ii. Sc. 5* 

I had a soul above buttons. 

Sylvester Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old Market. Sc. 1~ 

Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk, 
Sipped brandy and water gayly. Mynheer Vandunck. 

JAMES HURDIS. 1763-1801. 
Eise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. 1 

The Village Citrate. 

1 To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb. BRETON : Court 
and Country (1618 ; reprint, p. 183). 

EOGERS. 455 

SAMUEL EOGEES. 1763-1855. 

Sweet Memory ! wafted by thy gentle gale, 
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail. 

The Pleasures of Memory. Part it. i 

She was good as she was fair, 
None none on earth above her ! 
As pure in thought as angels are ; 
To know her was to love her. 1 

Jacqueline. Stanza 1* 

The good are better made by ill, 

As odours crushed are sweeter still. 2 Stanza 3, 

A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, 
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing. 

Human Life* 

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease 

Blest with that charm, the certainty to please. ibid. 

The soul of music slumbers in the shell 
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell ; 
And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour 
A thousand melodies unheard before I 

Then never less alone than when alone. 8 ibid. 

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, 
Loved and still loves, not dead, but gone before, 4 
He gathers round him. ibid. 

Mine be a cot beside the hill ; 

A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; 
A willowy brook that turns a mill, 

With many a fall, shall linger near. A Wish. 

1 See Burns, page 452. 

None knew thee but to love thee. HAIXECK : On the Death of Drake. 

2 See Bacon, page 165. 
* See Gibbon, page 430. 

Numquam se minus otiosum esse, quara quum otiosus, nee minus solum, 
quam quum solus esset (He is never less at leisure than when at leisure, nof 
less alone than when he is alone). CICERO: De Officiis, liber iii, c. 1. 

* This is literally from Seneca, Epistola kciii. 16. See Mathew Henry 
page 283. 


That very law which moulds a tear 
And bids it trickle from its source, 
That law preserves the earth a sphere, 
And guides the planets in their course. 

On a Tear. 
Go ! you may call it madness, folly ; 

You shall not chase my gloom away 1 
There's such a charm in melancholy 

I would not if I could be gay. TO . 


Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it : 
He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it. 


JOHN FEBKIAK 1764-1815. 
The princeps copy, clad in blue and goldo 

Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 6. 

Now cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold. 

Line 65. 

Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed 

Of knightly counsel and heroic deed). Line 121* 

How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold 
The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold ! 

Line 137 

KADCLIFFE. 1764-1823. 

Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, 
And as the portal opens to receive me, 
A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts 
Tells of a nameless deed. 2 

1 See Waller, page 221. 

2 These lines form the motto to Mrs. Radcliffe's novel, " The Mysteries of 
Udolpho," and are presumably of her own composition. 


EGBERT HALL. 1764-1831. 

His [Burke's] imperial fancy lias laid, all Nature under 
tribute, and has collected riches from every scene of the 
creation and every walk of art. 

Apology for the Freedom of the Press 

He [Kippis] might be a very clever man by nature 
for aught I know, but he laid so many books upon his 
head that his brains could not move. 

Gregory" 1 * Life of Hall 

Call things by their right names. . . . Glass of brandy 
and water! That is the current but not the appropri- 
ate name: ask for a glass of liquid fire and distilled 
damnation. 1 

THOMAS MO&TOK 1764-1838. 
What will Mrs. Grundy say ? Speed the Plough. Acti. Sc. i. 
Push on, keep moving. 

A Cure for the Heartache. Act zz. Sc. I. 

Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed. 

Act v. Sc. 2. 

Diffused knowledge immortalizes itself. 

Vindicice Gallicce. 

The Commons, faithful to their system, remained in a 
wise and masterly inactivity. ibid, 

Disciplined inaction. 

Causes of the Revolution of 1688. Chap. vii. 

The frivolous work of polished idleness. 

Dissertation an Ethical Philosophy. Remarks on Thomas Brown. 

1 See Tonrneur, page 34. 

He calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin. DIOGENES 
LA.EKTIUS : Pythagoras, vi. 


LADY NAIRNE. 1766-1845. 

There ? s nae sorrow there, John, 
There J s neither cauld nor care, John, 
The day is aye fair, 

In the land o' the leal. The Land t>' the 

Gude nicht, and joy be wi j you a'. ' Gude Nicht, etc.i 

Oh, we ? re a' nodding nid, nid, noddin' ; 
Oh, we 're a' noddin' at our house at hame. 

; We >re a? Noddirf. 

A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. The Laird & 

AKDBJEW JACKSON. 1767-1845. 
Our federal Union : it must be preserved. 

Toast given on the Jefferson Birthday Celebration in 1830. 

You are uneasy; you never sailed with me before, I 

See. 2 , Life of Jackson (Parton). Vol. Hi. p. 493. 

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. 1767-1848. 

Think of your forefathers ! Think of your posterity ! 8 

Speech at Plymouth, Dec. 22, 1802. 

In charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will 
to any human being, and even compassionating those 
who hold in bondage their fellow-men, not knowing what 

they do. 4 Letter to A. Sronson. July 30, 1838. 

1 Sir Alexander Boswell composed a version of this song. 

2 A remark made to an elderly gentleman who was sailing with Jackson 
down Chesapeake Bay in an old steamboat, and who exhibited a little fear. 

8 Et majores vestros et posteros cogitate. TACITUS : Agricola, c. 32. 31. 

4 W*ith malice towards none, with charity for -all, with firmness in the 
right, as God gives us to see the right. ABEAHAM LINCOLN: Second In- 
augural Address. 


This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe, 
For Freedom only deals the deadly blow ; 
Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade, 
For gentle peace in Freedom's hallowed shade. 1 

Written in an Album, 1842, 

This is the last of earth ! I am content. 

His Last Words, Feb. 21, 1848* 

DAVID EVERETT. 1769-1813. 

You 3 d scarce expect one of my age 
To speak in public on the stage ; 
And if I chance to fall below 
Demosthenes or Cicero, 
Don't view me with a critic's eye, 
But pass my imperfections by. 
Large streams from little fountains flow, 
- Tall oaks from little acorns grow. 2 

Lines written for a School Declamation, 

. SYDNEY SMITH. 1769-1845. 
It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into 

a Scotch understanding. 8 Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 15. 

That knuckle-end of England, that land of Calvin, 
oat-cakes, and sulphur. P. 17. 

ISFo one minds what Jeffrey says: ... it is not more 
than a week ago that I heard him speak disrespectfully 
of the equator. ftid. 

1 See Sidney, page 264. 

2 The lofty oak from a small acorn grows. LEWIS DUNCQMBE (1711- 
1730): tie Minimis Maxima (translation). 

s See Walpole, pnge 389. 

460 SMITH. 

We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal. 1 

Memoir. VoLi.p.23 1 , 

Truth, is its [justice's] handmaid, freedom is its 
child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps,, 
victory follows in its train ; it is the brightest ema- 
nation from the Gospel ; it is the attribute of God. 

P. 29. 

It is always right that a man should be able to render 
a reason for the faith that is within him. p. 53% 

Avoid shame, but do not seek glory, nothing so ex- 
pensive as glory. 2 p. $8. 

Let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest 
employment of which his nature is capable, and die with, 
the consciousness that he has 'done his best. p. 130 ' 

Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark. 

P. 257, 

The Smiths never had any arms, and have invariably 
sealed their letters with their thumbs. p f 244^ 

Not body enough to cover his mind decently with ; his- 
intellect is improperly exposed.. p. 258., 

He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets, 
into empty wells ; and he is frittering away his age in- 
trying to draw them up again. 8 P. 2 59.. 

You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan,, 
without the oil and twopence. p. 261., 

Ah, you flavour everything-, you are the vanilla of 
society. p.m., 

My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that 
it was actually twelve miles from a lemon. p. 262.. 

1 Mr. Smith, with reference to the "Edinburgh Review," says : "The 
motto I proposed for the 'Review ' was ' Tenui musam meditamur avena; ' 
but this was too near the truth to be admitted ; so we took our present 
grave motto from Publius Syrus, of whom none of us had, I am sure, read 
a, single line." 

2 A favorite motto, which through life Mr. Smith inculcated oa his family; 
8 See Cowper, page 419, 

SMITH. 461 

As the French say, there are three sexes, men, 
women, and clergymen. 1 Memoir. Vol.*. p. 262. 

To take Macaulay out of literature and society and put 
him in the House of Commons, is like taking the chief 
physician out of London during a pestilence. p. 265. 

Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam-engine in 
trousers. P. 267. 

"Heat, ma'am!" I said; "it was so dreadful here, 
that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off 
my flesh and sit In my bones." Ibid. 

Macaulay is like a book in breeches. ... He has oc- 
casional flashes of silence, that make his conversation 
perfectly delightful. P. 363. 

Serenely full, the epicure would say, 

Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day. 2 

Salad. P. 374. 

Thank God for tea ! What would the world do with- 
out tea ? how did it exist ? I am glad I was not born 
hefore tea. J*. sss. 

If you choose to represent the various parts in life by 
holes upon a table, of different shapes, some circular, 
:some triangular, some square, some oblong, and the 
persons acting these parts by bits of wood of similar 
shapes, we shall generally find that the triangular person 
has got into the square hole, the oblong into the tri- 
angular, and a square person has squeezed himself into 
the round hole. The officer and the office, the doer and 
the thing done, seldom fit so exactly that we can say 
-they were almost made for each other. 8 

Sketches cf Moral Philosophy. 

1 Lord Wharncliffe says, " The well-known sentence, almost a 

that 'this world consists of men, women, and Herveys,' was originally 
Xady Montagu's." Montagu Letters, vol. i.p. 64. 

2 "See Dryden, p. 273. 

a The right man to fill the right place. LAYARD: Speech, Jam. 1 


The schoolboy whips his taxed top ; the beardless youth 
manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle on a taxed 
road ; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, 
which has paid seven per cent, into a spoon that has paid 
fifteen per cent, flings himself back upon his chintz bed 
which has paid twenty-two per cent, and expires in the 
arms of an apothecary who has paid a license of a hun- 
dred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death. , 

Review ofSeyberfs Annals of the United States, 1820* 

In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an Amer- 
ican book, or goes to an American play, or looks at an 
American picture or statue ? /^- 

Magnificent spectacle of human happiness. 

America. Edinburgh Review, July, 1824- 

In the midst of this sublime and terrible storm [at 
Sidmouth], Dame Partington, who lived upon the beach,, 
was seen at the door of her house with mop and pattens, 
trundling her mop, squeezing out 'the sea-water, and vig- 
orously pushing away the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic 
was roused ; Mrs. Partington's spirit was up. But I need 
not tell you that the contest was unequal ; the Atlantic 
Ocean beat Mrs. Partington. speech at Taunton, isis. 

Men who prefer any load of infamy, however great, to- 
any pressure of taxation, however light. On American Debts* 

J. HOOKHAM FEEEE. 1769-1846. 

And don't confound the language of the nation 
With long-tailed words in osity and ation. 

The Monies and the Giants. Canto L Line 6 

A sudden thought strikes me, let us swear an eternal 

friendship. 1 The Rovers. Acti.Sc.l. 

i See Otway, page 280. 

My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship. MoLifeRE; Le Bour* 
Gentilhomme, act t. sc. Jf. 



Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy 
as a battle won. Despatch, 

It is very true that I have said that I considered Na- 
poleon's presence in the field equal to forty thousand 
men in the balance. This is a very loose way of talk- 
ing ; but the idea is a very different one from that of his 
presence at a battle being equal to a reinforcement of 

forty thousand men. Mem. by the Duke* Sept. 28, 1836. 

Circumstances over which I have no control. 2 

I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life. 8 

Upon seeing the first Reformed Parliament. 

There is no mistake ; there has been no mistake ; and 
there shall be no mistake. 4 Letter to Mr. Huskisson. 

JOHN TOBIN. 1770-1804. 

The man that lays his hand upon a woman. 
Save in the way of kindness,, is a wretch 
Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward. 

' The Honeymoon. Actu.Sc.l. 

She ? s adorned 

Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely, 
The truest mirror that an honest wife 
Can see her beauty in. Act Hi. Sc. 4. 

1 STANHOPE : Conversations with the Duke of Wellington^ p. SI. 

2 This phrase was first used by the Duke of Wellington in a letter, about 
1839 or 1840, SALA : Echoes of the Week, in London Illustrated News, 
Av$. 2S r 1884* Greville, Mem., ch. ii. (1823), gives an earlier instance. 

Sir William Fraser, in "Words on Wellington" (1889), p. 12, says this 
phrase originated with the Duke. Captain Gronow, in his " Recollections, 7 * 
says it originated with the Duke of York, second son of George III., about 

1&17.: /, ," , '. .-- ' .- - .' ... _ ' - ' 

4 This gave rise to the slang expression, "And no mistake." Words on- 
Wellington, p. 122. 


GEOBGE CANNING. 1770-1827. 

Story ! God bless you ! I have none to tell, sir. 

The Friend of Humanity and the Knife- Grinder, 

I give thee sixpence ! I will see thee damned first, ibid. 

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides 
The Derby dilly, carrying three INS IDES. 

The Loves of the Triangles. Line 178. 

And finds, with keen, discriminating sight, 
Black 3 s not so black, nor white so very white. 

New Morality. 

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, 
Bold I can meet, perhaps may turn his blow ! 
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, 
Save, save, oh save me from the candid friend 7 1 ibid. 

I called the Few World into existence to redress the 

balance Of the Old. The. King's Message, Dec. 12, 1826. 

No, here J s to tfye pilot that weathered the storm ! 

The Pilot that weathered the Storm. 


Too late I stayed, forgive the crime ! 

Unheeded flew the hours ; 
How noiseless falls the foot of time a 

That only treads on flowers. 

Lines to Lady A. Hamilton. 

1 "Defend me from my friends; I can defend myself from my enemies." 
The French Ana assign to Mare'chal Villars this aphorism when taking leave 
ol Louis XIV. 

2 See Shakespeare, page 74. 


Hail, Columbia ! happy land ! 
Hail, ye heroes ! heaven-born band ! 

Who fought and bl$d in [Freedom's causey 

"Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, 
And when the storm of war was gone, 
Enjoyed the peace your valor won. 

Let independence be our boast, 

Ever mindful what it cost ; 

Ever grateful for the prize, 

Let its altar reach the skies ! H*H, Columbia i 


Oh, be wiser thou ! 
[instructed that true knowledge leads to love. 

Lfae* left vpop a Seat t> a 

Ajid homeless near a thousand homes I stood, 
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food. 

Guilt and Sorrow. Stanza 41. 

Action is transitory, a step, a blow ; 
Che motion of a muscle, this way or that. 

Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, 
Through words and things, a dim and perilous 

Act iv. Sc, 2. 

1 Coleridge said to Wordsworth ("Memoirs" by his nephew, vol. ii. 
>. 74), u Since Milton, I know of no poet with so many felicities jand un* 
orgettable lines and stanzas as you." 

2 The intellectual power, through words and things, 
Went sounding on a dim and perilous way ! 

The Excursion", book Hi. 


A simple child 
That lightly draws its breath. 
And feels its life in every limb, 

What Should it know of death ? We are Seven. 

Reader ! had you in your mind 
Such stores as silent thought can bring, 

gentle Eeader ! you would find 

A tale in everything. Simon Lee 

1 ; ve heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds 
With coldness still returning ; 

Alas ! the gratitude of men 

Hath of tenef left me mourning. ibid. 

In that sweet mood when pleasant .thoughts 
Bring sad thoughts to the mind. 

Lines written in Early Spring* 

And 'tis -my faith, that every flower 

Enjoys the air it breathes. ibid. 

ISTor less I deem that there are Powers 
Which of themselves our minds impress 5 
That we can feed this mind of ours 

In a wise passiveness. Expostulation and Reply. 

Up ! up ! my friend, and quit your books, 

Or surely you '11 grow double ! 

Up ! up ! my friend, and clear your looks ! 

Why all this toil and trouble ? The Tables Turned. 

Come forth into the light of things, 
Let Nature be your teacher. 

One impulse from a vernal wood 
May teach you more of man, 
Of moral evil and of good, 
Than all the sages can. 

The bane of all that dread the Devil. The idiot Bo^ 


Sensations sweet, 
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. 

Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey* 

That best portion of a good man's life, 
His little, nameless, unremembered acts 
Of kindness and of love. ibid* 

That blessed mood, 
In which the burden of the mystery, 
In which the heavy and the weary weight 
Of all this unintelligible world, 
Is lightened. md. 

The fretful stir 

Unprofitable, and the fever of the world 
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. 

The sounding cataract 
Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, 
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, 
Their colours and their forms, were then to me 
An appetite, a feeling and a love, 
That had no need of a remoter charm 
By thoughts supplied, nor any interest 
Unborrowed from the eye. 

But hearing oftentimes 
The still, sad music of humanity. 

A sense sublime 

Of something far more deeply interfused. 
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, 
And the round ocean and the living air 
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, 
A motion and a spirit, that impels 
All thinking things, all objects of all thought, 
And rolls through all things. 

Knowing that Nature never did betray 

The heart that loved her. ibid. 

greetings where no kindness is, nor all 
The dreary intercourse of daily life. 

Lilies corrijpqsed a few miles above Tintern Abbey 

Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel 

No self-reproach. The Old Cumberland Be ggar. 

As in the eye of Nature he has lived, 

So in the eye of Nature let him die ! /#^ 

There ; s something in a flying horse, 
There 's something in a huge balloon. 

Peter Bell. Prologue Stanza Z. 
The common growth of Mother Earth 
Suffices me, her tears, her mirth, 
Her humblest mirth and tears. Stanza 2? 

p* r t i. Stanza 

twenty times was Peter feareci, 
For once that Peter was respected. 

A primrose by a river's brim 

A yellow primrose was to him, 

And it was nothing more. Stanza 22 

The soft blue sky did never m^lt 

Into his heart ; he never felt 

The witchery of the soft blue sky ! Stynza 15 

On a fair prospect some have looked, 

And felt, as I have heard them say, 

As if the moving time had been 

A thing as steadfast as the scene 

On which they gazed themselves away, stanza ie. 

As if the man bad fixed his face, 

In many a solitary place, 

Against the wind and open sky ! Stanza 20.1 

* The original edition (London, 1819, 8vo) had the following as the 
fourth stanza from the end of part i., which was omitted in all subse- 
quent editions : 

Is it a party in a parlour ? 

Crammed just as they on earth were crammed, 
Some sipping punch, some sipping tea, 
But, as you by their faces see, 
All silent and all damned. 

One of those heavenly day's that cannot die. 

She dwelt among the untrodden "frays 

Beside the springs of Dove, 
A maid whom there were none to praise 

And very few to love. She dwelt among the untrodden ways. 

A violet by a mossy stone 

Half hidden from the eye ; 
Pair as a star, when only one 

Is shining in the sky. 

She lived unknown, and few cottld 

When Lucy 6eas6d fo be ; 
But she is in Er grave, and oft 

The difference to me ! 

The stars of midnight shall be dear 
To her ; and she shall lean her ear 

In many a secret place 
Where rivulets dance their wayward round, 
And beauty born of murmuring sound 

Shall pass into her face. _ _ _. , .,_ 

Three years she grew in Sun and Shower. 

May no rude hand deface it, 

And its forlorn hicjacetf Ellen Irwin. 

She gave me eyes, she gave* m'e ears j 
And humble cares, and delicate fears ; 
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears ; 

And love and thought and Joy: The Sparrow's Nest. 

The child is father of the .man. 1 , , . 

j#$ heart leaps tip when I bettotd. 

The cattle are grazing, 
Their heads never raising; 
There are forty feeding like one ! The Cock is crowing, 

1 See Milton, page 241. 


Sweet childish days, that were as long 
As twenty days are now. 

To a Butterfly. I've watched you now a full half-hour. 

Often have I sighed to measure , 

By myself a lonely pleasure, 

Sighed to think I read a book, 

Only read, perhaps, by me. TO the Small Celandine. 

As high as we have mounted in delight, 
In our dejection do we sink as low. 

Resolution and Independence. Stanza 4. 

But how can he. expect that others should 

Build for him, sow for him, and at his call 

Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all ? 

Stanza 6 

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, 

The sleepless soul that perished in his pride ; 

Of him who walked in glory and in joy, 

Following his plough, along the mountain-side. 

By our own spirits we are deified ; 

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, 

But thereof come in the end despondency and madness. 

Stanza ? 

That heareth not the loud winds when they call, 

And raoveth all together, if it moves at all. Stanza u 

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach 
Of ordinary men. 

And mighty poets in their misery dead. 8tanza 17 . 

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! 
The river glideth at his own sweet will ; 
Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; 
And all that mighty heart is, lying still ! 

fiarth has not anything to show more fair. 
The holy time is quiet as a nun 

Breathless With adoration. It is a beauteous Ewuna. 


Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade 
Of that which once was great is passed away. 

On the Extinction vfthe Venetian Republic. 

Thou has left behind 

Powers that will work for thee, air, earth, and skies ! 
There 's not a breathing of the common wind 
That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies ; 
Thy friends are exultations, agonies, 
And love, and man's unconquerable mind. x 

To Toussaint IS Ouvertvre. 

One that would peep and botanize 

Upon his mother's grave. A Poet's Epitaph, stanza 5. 

He murmurs near the running brooks - 

A music sweeter than their own. stanza w. 

And you must love him, ere to you 

He will seem worthy of your love. stanza n. 

The harvest of a quiet eye, 

That broods and sleeps on his own heart. . Stanza 23. 

Yet sometimes, when the secret cup 

Of still and serious thought went round, 

It seemed as if he drank it up, 

He felt with spirit so profound. Matthew. 

My eyes are dim with childish tears, 

My heart is idly stirred, 

For the same sound is in my ears 

Which in those days I heard. The Fountain. 

A happy youth, and their old age 

Is beautiful and free. ibid. 

And often, glad no more, 

We wear a face of joy because 

We have been glad of yore. ibid 

i See Gray, page 382. 


The sweetest thing that ever grew 

Beside a human door. i^cy Gray, stanza 2. 

A youth to whom was given 
So much of earth, so nmcn of heaven. jKutk. 

Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, 

Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn. The Brother*. 

Something between a hindrance and a help. Michael. 

Drink, pretty creature, drink ! The Pet Lamb. 

Lady of the Mere, 
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. 

A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags. 

And he is oft the wisest rriatn 

"Who 1 is not wise at all. n Od tinti tke Broom. 

" A jolly place," said he, " in times of old ! 
But something ails it now: the spot is cursed." 

Hart-leap Wett. Part ii. 

Hunt half a day for a forgotteri drearii. i&#. 

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride 

With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. /&& 

Plain living and High thinking are no mote: 
The homely beauty of the good' old cause 
Is gon'e ; our peace, our fearful mno'cence; 
And pure religion breathing household laws. 

friend ! / know not wkich way I mtist look. 

Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour : 
England hath need of thee ! 

Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart : 
So didst thou travel on life's common way 
In cheerful godliness. Londo ^ im , 

We must be free or die who speak the tbngue 
That Shakespeare spake, the faith aiid morals ndld 
Which Milton held. it ti nd( to & ihottght of 

A noticeable man, with large gray eyes. 

Stdnzaj written, In Thomson's Castle of Indolence* 


We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, 

When such are wanted. ....... TO the Daisy. 

The poet's darling. 

Thou unassuming commonplace 

Of Nature. To the same Flower. 

Oft on the dappled turf at ease 

I sit, and play with similes, 

Loose type of things through all degrees. fad. 

Sweet Mercy ! to the gates of heaven 
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven ; 
The rueful conflict, the heart riven 

With vain endeavour, 
And memory of Earth's bitter leaven 

Effaced forever. Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith. 

The best of what we do and are, 
Just God, forgive ! 

For old, unhappy, far-off things, 

And battles long ago. The Solitary Reaper. 

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pgin 

That has been, and may be again. 2^. 

The music in my heart I bqre 

Long after it was heard no more. jbid. 

Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice ,* 

Its dizzy turbulence eludes th ye, 

Frozen by distance. 44drc& to Kikfam 

A famous man is Robin Hood, 
The English ballad-singer's joy. 

Because the good old rule 
Sufieeth them, the simple plan, 
That they should take who have the power, 

And they should ^eep who can. ibid. 


The Eagle, lie was lord above, 

And Bob was lord below. Rob Roy^s Grave.. 

A brotherhood of venerable trees. 

Sonnet composed at Castle. 

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake 

The sweets of Burn-mill meadow ; 

The swan on still St. Mary's Lake 

Float double, swan and shadow ! Yarrow Unvisited. 

Every gift of noble origin 
Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath. 

These Times strike Monied Worldlings. 
A remnant of Uneasy light. The Matron ofJedborouyh. 

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee 
Who on that day the word of onset gave ! x 

Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky. 

Cuckoo ! shall I call thee bird, 

Or but a wandering voice ? TO the Cuckoo. 

She was a phantom of delight 
When first. she gleamed upon my sight, 
A lovely apparition, -sent 
To be a moment's ornament ; 
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, 
Like twilights too her dusky hair, 
But all things else about her drawn 
Prom May-time and the cheerful dawn. 

She was a Phantom of Delight. 

A creature not too bright or good 

!For human nature's- -daily food ; 

For transient sorrows, simple wiles, 

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. ibid, 

1 It -was on this occasion [the failure in energy of Lord Mar at the battle 
of Sheriffmuir] that Gordon of Glenbucket made the celebrated exclamation, 
li Oh for aa hour of Dundee ! " MAHON : History of England, vol. L p. 184. 
Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo, 
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe ! 

BYRON: Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 12, 


The reason firm, the temperate will, 
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ; 
A perfect woman, nobly planned, 
To warn, to comfort, and command. 

She was a Phantom of Delight. 

That inward eye 
Which is the bliss of Solitude. f wandered lonely- 

To be a Prodigal's favourite, then, worse truth, 
A Miser's pensioner, behold our lot ! 

The Small Celandine* 

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God 1 1 ode to 

A light to guide, a rod 
To check the erring, and reprove. /&<*. 

Give unto me, made lowly wise, 

The spirit of self-sacrifice j 

The confidence of reason give, 

And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 


The light that never was, on sea or land j 
The consecration, and the Poet's dream. 

Suggested by a Picture ofPeele Castle in a Storm. Stanza 4. 

Shalt show us how divine a thing 
A woman may be made. 

To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature. 

But an old age serene and bright, 
And lovely as a Lapland night, 

Shall lead thee to thy grave. jtid. 

Where the statue stood 
Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, 
The marble index of a mind forever 
Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone. 

The Prelude. JBookiii, 
i See Milton, page 239. 

Another morn 
'Risen on mid-noon. 1 Tfa Zrtlufa 00% $ 

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, 

But to be young was very heaven ! Bool &. 

The budding rose above the rose full blown. ma. 

There is 

One great society alone on earth : 
The noble living and the noble dead. /$& 

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain 
And Fear and Bloodshed^ miserable train ! 
Turns his, necessity to glorious gain. 

Character of the Happy Warrior, 

Gpntrols them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves 

Of their bad influence, and their good receives. ibid 

But who, if he be called upon to fapg 

Some awful moment to whicjx Heaven has joined 

Great issues, gopd or bad for humankind, ' 

Is happy as a lover. Mid 

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law 

In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. ibid 

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, 

Nor thought of tender happiness betray. /&<* 

Like, but oh how different ! Yes, it was the Mountain 

The world is too much Tyi^h ns ; late and 30011, 
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : 
J4$le we see in Nature that is ours. 

Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. 

Great God ! I 'd rather be 
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn, 
So might Ij standing on this pleasant lea ? 
Htvf glimpses that would make 'me less'f orlorn ; 


Have sight of Frbtetts rising from the se^ 
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. 

Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii. 

Maidens dithering on the stalk. 1 Personal Talk. Stanza i. 

Sweetest melodies 
Are those that are by distance made more sweet. 2 stanza 2. 

Dreams, books, are each a world 5 and books, we know, 
Are a substantial world, both pure and good. 
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, 
Our pastime and our happiness will grow. stated i 

The gentle Lady married to the Moor, 

And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb. ibid. 

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, 

Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares ! 

The Poets, who on earth have maae us heirs 

Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays. jSfctasfc & 

A power is passing from the earth. 

Lines on the expected Dissolution of Mr. F6&. 

The rainbow comes and goes, 

And lovely is the rose. Intimations of Immortality, Stanza 2. 

The sunshine is a glorious birth ; 
But yet I know, where'er I go, 
That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. jM. 

Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? Stanza s. 

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : 
The soul that rises with us, our life's star, 

Hath had elsewhere its setting, 
And cometh from afar. 

Not in entire forgetfulness, 

And not in utter nakedness, 
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come 

From God, who is our home : 
Heaven lies about us in our infancy. 

1 See Shakespeare, page 57. 2 See Collins, page 3&0. 


At length the man perceives it die away, 
And fade into the light of common day. 

Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza $, 

The thought of our past years in me doth breed 
Perpetual benediction. stanza Q. 

Those obstinate questionings , 

Of sense and outward things, 

Fallings from us, vanishings, 

Blank misgivings of a creature 
Moving about in worlds not realized, 
High instincts before which our mortal nature 
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised. /&& 

Truths that wake, 
To perish never. ibid 

Though inland far we be, 
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea 

Which brought us hither. ibid 

Though nothing can bring back the hour 

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower. 

Stanza 10 

In years that bring the philosophic mind. ibid 

The clouds that gather round the setting sun 

Do take a sober colouring from an eye 

That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality. stanza n, 

To me the meanest flower that blows can give 
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. ibid. 

Two voices are there : one is of the sea, 

One of the mountains, each a mighty voice. 

Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland. 

Earth helped him with the cry of blood. 1 

Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle. 

The silence that is in the starry sky. /^ 

1 This line is from Sir John Beaumont's "Battle of Bosworth. Field," 


The monumental pomp of age 
'Was with this goodly personage ; 
A stature undepressed in size, 
. Unbent, which rather seemed to rise 
In open victory o'er the weight 
Of seventy years, to loftier height. 

The White Doe ofRylstone. Canto m. 

" What is good for a bootless bene ? " 

With these dark words begins my tale; 

And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring 

When prayer is of no avail ? Force of Prayer. 

A few strong instincts, and a few plain rules. 

Alas! what boots the long laborious Quest * 

Of blessed consolations in distress. 

Preface to the Excursion. (Edition, 18U.) 

The vision and the faculty divine ; 

Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse. 

The Excursion. JBooki. 

The imperfect offices of prayer and praise. /&#. 

That mighty orb of song, 
The divine Milton. 

The good die first, 1 

And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust 
Burn to the socket. 

This dull product of a scoffer's pen. Book a. 

With battlements that on their restless fronts 

Bore stars. ibid. 

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop 

Than when we soar. Boole Hi. 

1 Heaven gives its favourites early death. BYRON: Childe Harold^ 
canto iv. stanza 202. Also Don Juan, canto iv t stanza 12. 

Quem Di diligunt 
Adolescens moritor 
(He whom the gods favor dies in youth). 

PLAUTUS: Bacchides, act iv. sc. 7. 


Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. 

The Excursion. Book w*, 

Monastic brotherhdbd, up'oii rock 
Aerial. itid* 

The intellectual power, through, words and things, 
Went sounding on a dim and perilous way ! 1 2bid. 

Society became my glittering bricle; 

And airy hopes my children; /&U. 

And the most difficult of tasks to keep 

Heights which the soul is competent to gain. Book it?.. 

There is a luxury in self-dispraise ; 
And inward self-disparagement affords 
To meditative, spleen a grateful feast. 

Recognizes ever and anon 
The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul. 

Pan himself, 
The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god ! 

I have seen 

A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract 
Of inland ground, applying to his ear 
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell, 
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul 
Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon 
Brightened with joy, for from within were Heard 
Murrnurings, whereby the monitor expressed 
Mysterious union with his native sea. 2 

So build we up the being that we are. 

2 But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue ; 

Shake one, and it awakens; theri apply 
Its polisht lips to your attentive ear, 
4-fid it remembers its August Itiodes, 
Aha murniurs as the ocean ftiiirmurs there. 

LANDOR: Gebir, bookv* 


One in whom persuasion and belief 
Had ripened into faith, and faith become 
A passionate intuition. The Excursion. Booi &. 

Spires whose " silent finger points to heaven." * Book rt. 

Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, 

Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, 

Show to his eye an image of the pangs 

Which it hath witnessed, - render back an echo 

Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod ! ifod+ 

And when the stream 

Which overflowed the soul was passed away, 
A consciousness remained that it had left 
Deposited upon the silent shore 
Of memory images and precious thoughts 
That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. sbo-k ta 

Wisdom married to immortal verse. 2 /&<*.. 

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays 

And confident to-morrows. ibid- 

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars ; 

The charities that soothe and heal and bless 

Are scattered at the feet of man like flowers. Book tx~ 

By happy chance we saw 
A twofold image : on a grassy bank 
A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood 
Another and the same ! 8 

The gods approve 
The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul. 

1 An instinctive taste teaches men to build their chilrches in flat countries, 
with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, 
point as with silent finger to the sky nd stars. COLERIDOE: The Friend* 
No. 14. 

2 See Milton, page 249. 

8 Another and the same. DARWIN : The Botanic Garden, 



Mightier far 

Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway 
Of magic potent over sun and star, 
Is Love, though oft to agony distrest, 
And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast. 


Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, 

Brought from a pensive though a happy place. ibid. 

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel 

In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; 

No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, 

The past unsighed for, and the future sure. 2b\d. 

Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there 

In happier beauty ; more pellucid streams, 

An ampler ether, a diviner air, 

And fields invested with purpureal gleams. ibid. 

. Yet tears to human suffering are due ; . 
And mortal hopes defeated and overthrown 
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone. md. 

But shapes that come not at an earthly call 

Will not depart when mortal voices bid. Dion. 

But thou that didst appear so fair 

To fond imagination, 
Dost rival in the light of day 

Her delicate creation. .Yarrow visited. 

x ? T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower 
Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind 
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, 
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. 

Weak is the Will of Man* ' 

We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud 
And magnify thy name Almighty God ! 
But man is thy most awful instrument 
In working out a pure intent. 

Ode. Imagination before Content. 


Sad fancies do we then affect, 

In luxury of disrespect 

To our own prodigal excess 

Of too familiar happiness. ode to Lycori* 

That kill the bloom before its time, 
And blanch, without the owner's crime, 

The most resplendent hair. Lament of Mary Queen of Scots. 

The sightless Milton, with his hair 
Around his placid temples curled ; 
And Shakespeare at his side, a freight, 
If clay could think and mind were weight, 

him who bore the world ! The Italian Itinerant. 

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows 
That for oblivion take their daily birth 
From all the fuming vanities of earth. 

Sky-Prospect from the Plain of France. 

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust 

Of servile Opportunity to gold. Desultory Btanea. 


Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, 
Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh 
That would lament her. 

Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part L xxv. Missions and Travel*. 

As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear 
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide 
Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, 
Into main ocean they, this deed accursed 
An emblem yields to friends and enemies 
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified 
By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed. 1 

Part ii. ami. To Wickliffe. 

1 In obedience to the order of the Council of Constance (1415), the remains 
of Wickliffe were exhumed and burned to ashes, and these cast into the Swift, 
a neighbouring brook running hard by; and "thus this brook hath conveyed 
his ashes into Avon, Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they 
into the main ocean. And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of 


The feather^ whence the pen 

Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, 
Dropped from an angel's wing. 1 

Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part Hi, v. WdUorfs Book of Lives, 

Meek Walton's heavenly memory. mL 

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw 
Against a champion cased in adamant. 

Part Hi. til. Persecution of the Scottish Covenanters- 

Where music dwells 

Lingering and wandering on as loth to die, * 
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof 
That they were born for immortality. 

Part Mi. Ztiii. Intide of Kiri^ Chapel, Cambridge.. 

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast 

False fires, that others may be lost. TO the Lady Fleming*. 

But hushed be every thought that springs 
Prom out the bitterness of things: 

Elegiac Stanzas, Addressed to Sir G, H. B.- 

his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over," -FILLER: Church. 
History, sect. ii. book iv, paragraph 53* 

What Heraclltus would not laugh, or what Democritus would not weep ? 
. . . For though they digged up his body, burned his bones, and drowned his- 
ashes, yet the word of God and truth of his doctrine, with the fruit and suc- 
cess thereof, they could not burn. Fox : Book of Martyrs, vol. i. p. 606' 
(edition, 1641). 

" Some prophet of that day said, 

" ' The Avon to the Severn runs, 

The Severn to the sea; 
And Wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad 
Wide as the waters .be.' " 

DANIEL WEBSTER: Address before 'the Sons of 

New Hampshire, 1849. 

These lines are similarly quoted by the Rev. John Gumming in the- 
"Voices of the Dead." 

i The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing 
Made 6f a b^uiU from ail afigel*s wing. 

HENRY CoNs-riB^E : 'Sonnet.. 
Whose noble praise 

Deserves ^ quill pluckt from an angel's wing. 


To the solid ground 
Of Mature trusts the mind that builds for aye. 

A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth. 

Soft is the music that would charm forever ; 
The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly. 

Not Love t not War. 

True beauty dwells in deep retreats, 

Whose veil is unremoved 
Till heart with heart in concord beats, 

And the lover is beloved. 

To - . Let other Bards of Angels sing. 

Type, of the wise who soar but never roam, 
True to the kindred points of heaven and home. 

To a Skylark 

A Briton even in love should be 
A subject, not a slave ! 

Ere with Cold Beads of Midnight Dew t 

"Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, 
Mindless of its just honours ; with this key 
Shakespeare unlocked his heart. 1 Scom not the Sonnet. 

And when a damp 

Pell round the path of Milton, in his hand 
The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew 
Soul-animating strains, - alas ! too few, ibid. 

But he is risen, a later star of dawn. A Morning Exercise. 
Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark. ibid. 

his veering gait 
And every motion of his starry train 
Seem governed by a strain 
Of music, audible to him alone. The Triad 

1 With this same key 
Sh|fcespear$ unlocked his hf $& 



Alas ! how little can a moment show 

Of an eye where feeling plays 

In ten thousand dewy rays : 

A face o'er which a thousand shadows go ! The Triad, 

Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound. 

On the Potter of Sound, xii* 

The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, 

That no philosophy can lift. Presentiments. 

Nature's old felicities. The Trosachs. 

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower 
Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour 
Have passed away ; less happy than the one 
That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove 
The tender charm of poetry and love. 

Poems composed during a Tour in the Summer of 1833. axcscvii. 

Small service is true service while it lasts. 

Of humblest friends, bright creature ! scorn not one : 

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, 

Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. 

To a Child. Written in her Album,. 

Since every mortal power of Coleridge 
Was frozen at its marvellous source, 
The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, , 
The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth : 
And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, 
Has vanished from his lonely hearth. 

Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg. 

How fast has brother followed brother, 

From sunshine to the sunless land ! ibid. 

Those old credulities, to Nature dear, 
Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock 

Of history? Memorials of a Tour in Italy, t* 


How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold ? 
Because the lovely little flower is free 
Down to its root, and in that freedom bold. 

A Poet J He hath put his Heart to School 

Minds that have nothing to confer 

Find little to perceive. Yes, Thou art Fair 

SIR WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832. 

Such is the custom of Branksome Hall. 

Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto i. Stanza 7. 

If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, 

Go visit it by the pale moonlight. Canto . Stanza i, 

fading honours of the dead ! 

high ambition ? lowly laid ! stanza 10. 

1 was not always a man of woe. Stanza 12- 

I cannot tell how the truth may be ; 

I say the tale as 't was said to me. stanza 22. 

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ; 

In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; 

In halls, in gay attire is seen ; 

In hamlets, dances on the green. 

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, 

And men below and saints above ; 

For love is heaven, and heaven is love. Canto Hi. Stanza i, 

Her blue eyes sought the west afar, 

For lovers love the western star. Stanza 24. 

Along thy wild and willow'd shore. Canto iv. Stanza i. 


Was flattery lost on poet's ear ; 
A simple race ! they waste their toil 
For the vain tribute of a smile. stanza 3$ 


Call it not vain : they do not err 
Who say that when the poet dies 
Mute Nature mourns her worshipper ? 
And celebrates his obsequies. 

Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto v. Stanza I 

True love 's the gift which God has given 
To man alone beneath the heaven : 

It is not fantasy's hot fire, 
Whose wishes soon as granted fly ; 

It liveth not in fierce desire, 

With dead desire it doth not die ; 
It is the secret sympathy, 
The silver link, the silken tie, 
Which heart to heart and mind to mind 
In body and in soul can bind. %?$?? & 

Breathes there the man with soul so dead 
Who never to himself hath said, 

This is my own, my native land ! 
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd 1 
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd 

From wandering on a foreign strand ? 
If such there breathe, go, mark him well 1 
Eor him no minstrel raptures s^ell ; 
High though his titles, proud his name, 
Soundless his wealth as wish can claim, 
Despite those titles, power, and pelf, 
The wretch, concentred all in self, 
Living shall forfeit fair renown. 
And, doubly dying, shall go down 
To the vile dust from whence he sprung, 
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.^ Canto vi. Stanza i. 

1 Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us by the way ? 
Luke xxiv. 32. 

Hath not thy hear! ^ithin tji^e bwtfifcl 
At evening's calm and holy tour'? 

S. Gr. BULPINCH: ffie Voice of God in the Garden. 
f Se? Eppe, page 341. 

&COTT. 489 

O Caledonia ! stern and wild, 

Meet nurse for a poetic child ! 

Land of brown heath and shaggy wood ; 

Land of the mountain and the flood ! 

La$ of the Last Minstrel Canto vi. St&nad 2. 

Prof an'd the God-given strength, and inarr'd the lofty line. 

Marmion. Introduction to Canto i, 

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, 
When thought is speech, and speech is truth, 

Introduction to Canto n. 

When, musing on companions gone, 

We doubly feel ourselves alone. ibuL 

'T is an old tale and often told ; 

But did my fate and wish agree, 
Ne'er had been read, in story old, 
Of maiden true betray'd for gold, 

That loved, or was avenged, like me. stanaa 37. 

When Prussia hurried to tire field, 

And snatch 7 d the spear, but left the shield. 1 

Introduction to Canto 81. 

In the lost battle, 

Borne down by the flying, 
Where mingles war's rattle 

With groans of the dying. stanza n. 

Where 's the coward that Would not dare 

To fight for SUCh a land ? Canto iv. Stanza 30. 

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, 

And loved to plead, lament, and sue ; 

Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain; 

For monarchs seldom sigh in vain. Canto v. Stanza . 

With a smile on her lips and a tear in h6f eye. 3 

mdn^a 12. 

But woe awaits a bbuntfy when 

She sees the tears of bearded men. Stanza ze 

1 See Freneau, page 443. 

2 Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. LOVER : Rcrg O'More. 


And dar'st thou tlien 
To beard the lion in his den, 

The Douglas in his hall ? Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 14. 

Oh what a tangled web we weave, 

When first we practise to deceive ! Stanza 17. 

O woman ! in our hours of ease 

Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, 

And variable as the shade 

By the light quivering aspen made ; 

When pain and anguish wring the brow, 

A ministering angel thou ! 1 stanza so. 

" Charge, Chester, charge ! on, Stanley, on ! " 

Were the last words of Marmion. 'Stanza 32. 

Oh for a blast of that dread horn 2 

On Fontarabian echoes borne ! stanza 33. 

To all, to each, a fair good-night, 

And pleasing dreams, and slumbers -light. 

- & Envoy. To the Reader. 

'In '-listening mood she seemed to stand, 
The guardian Naiad of the strand. 

Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 17. 

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace 

A Nymph, a Naiad, or a .Grace 

Of finer form or lovelier face. ' " -stanza is. 

1 See Shakespeare, page 144. 

Scott, writing to Southey In 1810, said: "A witty rogue the other 
day, who sent me a letter signed Detector, proved me guilty of stealing a 
passage from one of Vida's Latin poems, which I had never seen, or heard 
of." The passage alleged to be stolen ends with, 

When pain and anguish wring the brow, 
A ministering angel thou ! " 
which in Vida "ad Eranen," El. ii. v. 21, ran, 

"Cum dolor atque supercilio gravis imminet angor, 

Fungeris angelico sola ministerio." 

"It is almost needless to add," says Mr. Lockhart, "there are no suck 
lines." Life of Scott, vol. Hi. p. 294. (American edition.) 
3 .Oh.for the voice of that wild horn ! Rob Roy, chap. ." 

SCOTT. 491 

A foot more light, a step more true, 

Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd ttie dew. 

Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza IS 

On his bold visage middle age 

Had slightly press'd its signet sage, 

Yet had not quench' d the open truth 

And fiery vehemence of youth : 

Forward and frolic glee was there, 

The will to do, the soul to dare. stanza TT. 

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, 

Morn of toil nor night of waking. stami si. 

Hail to the chief who in triumph advances I' 

Canto li. Stanza 19, 

Some feelings are to mortals given 

With less of earth in them than heaven. Stanza 22, 

Time rolls his ceaseless course. Canto m. Stanza 2. 

Like the dew on the mountain, 

Like the foam on the river, 
Like the bubble oh the fountain, 

Thou art gone, and forever 1 stanza 10 

The rose is fairest when 7 t is budding new, 

And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. 

.The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, 
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. 

' Canto iv: Stanza 1. 

Art thou a friend to Roderick ? stanza so 

Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly 

From its firm base as soon as I. Canto v. Stanza 20. 

And the stern joy which warriors feel 

In foemen worthy of their steel. ibid 

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,* . 
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain ! 
Vain as the leaf upon the stream, 
And fickle as a changeful dream ; 

492 SCOTT. 

Fantastic as a woman's mood, 
And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blbocL 
Thou many-headed monster * thing, 
Oh who would wish to be thy king ! 

Lady of the Lake. Canto 0. Stanza 30. 

Where, where was Roderick then ? 
One blast upon his bugle horn 

Were worth a thousand men. Canto #. stanza ib. 

In man's most dark extremity 
Oft succour dawns from Heaven. 

Lord of tite hits. Canto i. StdtiM ^i 

Spangling the wave with lights as Tain 
As pleasures in the vale of pain, 
That dazzle as they fade. 8Mis& 

Oh, many a shaft at random sent 

Finds mark the archer little meant! 

And many a word at random spoken 

May soothe, or wound, a heart that 's broken ! 

Canto v. Stanza 1&~ 

Where lives the man, that has not tried 
How mirth can into folly glide, 

And folly into sin ! Midal ofTrtirmdin. Canto i. tinza $11. 

Still are the thoughts to' memory dear. 

Rolteby. Canto i. Stanza 321 

A mother's pride, a father's joy. Canto ui. stanza 25., 

Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, 

And Greta woods are green, 
And you may gather garlands there 

Would grace a summer's queen. stanza i&. 

Thus aged men, full loth and slow, 

The vanities of life forego, 

And count their youthful follies o'er, 

Tin Memory lends her light no more. c an to v. Stanza n 

1 See Massinger, page 194. 

SGOXT. 493 

13o pale gradations quench his ray, 
JSTo twilight dews his wrath allay. 

Roktby. Canto vi. Stanza 21. 

Come as the winds come, when 

Forests are rended j 
Come as the waves come, when 

Navies are stranded. Pibroch of Donald Dku. 

A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, 
a mere working mason ; if he possesses some knowledge 
of these, he may venture to call himself an architect. 

Guy Manuring. Chap. qxzviL 

Bluid is thicker than water. 1 

Chap, xxxviii 

It 's no fish ye ? re buying, it 's men's lives. 2 

The Antiquary. Chop. & 

When Israel, of the Lord belov'd, 
Out of the land of bondage came, 

Her fathers' God before her mov'd, 
An awful guide in smoke and flame. 

Ivanhoe. Chap, xxxlst 

Sea of upturned faces. 8 jRob Roy. chap. xx. 

There ? s a gude time coming. chap, xzxii. 

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is 
MacG-regor. Chap, orcv. 

Scared out of his seven senses.* ibid. 

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! 

To all the sensual world proclaim, 
One crowded hour of glorious life 

Is worth an age without a name. 

Old Mortality. Chap, xxxiv. 

1 This proverb, so frequently ascribed to Scott, is a common proverb of the 
seventeenth century. It is found in Ray and other collections of proverbs. 
2 It is not linen you 're wearing out, 
But human creatures' s lives. 

ijc>oi> : Song of the Shift, 
* DANIEL WEBSTER : S#ep, $tyt. 30, 2842. 
4 Huzzaed out of my seven senses. Spectator, No. 616 r Nov. , 1774. 

494 SCOTT. 

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances. 1 

Answer to the Author of, Waverley to the Letter of 
Captain Clutterbuck. The Monastery. 

Within that awful volume lies 

The mystery of mysteries ! chap. sdL 

And better had they ne'er. been born, 

Who read to doubt, or read to scorn. j^ 

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh, 

The sun has left the lea. 
The orange flower perfumes the bower, 

The breeze is on the sea. Quentin Durward, Chap, iv, 

Widowed wife and wedded maid, The Betrothed. Chap. xv. 

Woman's faith and woman's trust, 

Write the characters in dust. chap. xx. 

I am she, most bucolical Juvenal, under whose 
charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd. 2 

The Monastery. Chap, xxviii. 

But with the morning cool reflection came. 8 

Chronicles of the Canonyate. Chap.iv. 

What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, 
save that it runs back to a successful soldier ? * 

Woodstock. Chap, xxxvii, 

The playbill, which is said to have announced, the 
tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Den- 
mark being left OUt. The Talisman. Introduction. 

1 Fearful concatenation of circumstances. DANIEL WEBSTER : Argu- 
ment on the, Murder of Captain While, 1830. 

Fortuitous combination of circumstances. DICKENS : Our Mutual 
Friend, vol. ii. chap. mi. (American edition). 

* See Spenser, page 27. 

* See Rowe, page 301. 

4 Le premier qui fut roi, fut un soldat heureux : 
Qui sert bien son pays, n'a pas besom d'aleux 

(The first who was king was a successful soldier. He who serves well his 
country has no need of ancestors). VOLTAIRE : Merope, act i. sc. 3. 

SCOTT. 495 

Eouse the lion from Ms lair. The Talisman. Chap. m. 

'Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye 
sticking in a tree ; it will be growing, Jock, when ye ? re 

Sleeping. 1 The Heart of Midlothian. Chap. mii. 

Fat, f air, and forty. 2 St. Ronan's Wett. Chap. vii. 

" Lambe them, lads ! lambe them ! " a cant phrase of 
the time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrolo- 
ger and quack, who was knocked on the head by the 
rabble in Charles the First's time. 

Peveril of the Ptak. Chap, ar/ii. 

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, 
no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign 

among Soldiers. 8 Life of Napoleon. 

The sun never sets on the immense empire of 

Charles V. 4 . Ibid. (February, 1807.) 

1 The very words of a Highland laird, while on his death-bed, to his son. 

2 See Dryden, page 275. 
* See Pope, page 331. 

4 A power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her 
possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, 
and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous 
and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England. DANIEL WEBSTER : 
Speech, May 7, 1834. 

Why should the brave Spanish soldier brag the sun never sets in the 
Spanish dominions, but ever shineth on one part or other we have conquered 
for our king V CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH : Advertisements for the Unexperi- 
enced, (f*c. (Mass. Hist. Soc. Coll., Third Series, vol. iii. p. 49). 

It may be said of them (the Hollanders) as of the Spaniards, that the 
sun never sets on their dominions. GAGE : New Survey of the West /- 
<Ke*. Epistle Dedicatory. (London, 1648.) 

I am called 

The richest monarch in the Christian world ; 
The sun in my dominions never sets. 

SCHILLER : Don Karlos, act i. &c. 6. 
Di quel monarca, a cui 
Ne anco, quando annotta il sol tramonta 

(The proud daughter of that monarch to whom when it grows dark [else- 
where] the sun never sets). GUARINI : Pastor Fido (1590). On the mar- 
riage of the Duke of Savoy with Catherine of Austria. 



When the good man yields his breath 
(For the good man never dies). 1 

The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part 9. 

Gashed with honourable scars, 

Low in Glory's lap they He ; 
Though they fell, they fell like stars, 

Streaming splendour through the sky. 

Tjie Battle of Alexandria. 

Distinct as tjie billows, yet one as the sea. 

The Ocean. Line 54. 

Once, in the flight of ages past, 

There lived a man. ' The Common Lot. 

Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more. 

Th^ ffesj In<tty. fart m. 

Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive. 2 

The Werld before the Flood. Canto v. 

Joys too exquisite to last, 
And yet more exquisite when past. The Little Cloud. 

Bliss in possession will not last ; 

Bemembered joys are never past ; 

At once the fountain, stream, and sea, 

They were, they are, they yet shall be. ibid. 

Eriend after friend departs ; 

Who hath not lost a friend ? 
There is no union here of hearts 

That finds not here an end. Friends. 

Nor sink those stars -in empty night : 

They hide themselves in heaven's own light. ibid. 

'T is not the whole of life to live, 

all Of death to die. The Issues of Life and Death. 

p&s tiyaQots (Sfy n ot that the good die). 7- 
MACHUS: Epigrainx. 
2 Sea Barbauld, page 433. 


Beyond this vale of tears 

There is a life above, 
Unmeasured by the flight of years ; 

And all that life is love. 

The Issues of Life and Death. 

Night is the time to weep, 

To wet with unseen tears 
Those graves of memory where sleep 

The joys of other yea*s. 

Who that hath ever been 

Could bear to be no more ? 
Yet who would tread again the scene 

He trod through life before ? The Falling Leaf* 

Here in the body pent, 

Absent from Him I roam, 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 

A day's march nearer home. At Home in Heaven. 

If God hath made this world so fair, 

Where sin and death abound, 
How beautiful beyond compare 

Will paradise be found ! , 

The Earth full of God* s Goodness. 

Heturn unto thy rest, my soul, 

From all the wanderings of thy thought, 
Prom sickness unto death made whole, 

Safe through a thousand perils brought. 

Rest for the Soul. 

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 

Uttered or unexpressed, 
The motion of a hidden fire 

That trembles in the breast. What is Prayer t 

Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear, 
The upward glancing of an eye 

When none but God is near. 




He holds him with his glittering eye, 
And listens like a three years? child. 1 

The Ancient Mariner. Part i 

Bed as a rose is she. 

We were the first that ever burst 

Into that silenj: sea. Part a. 

As idle as a painted ship 

Upon a painted ocean. ibid, 

Water, water, everywhere, 

Nor any drop to drink. Ibid. 

Without a breeze, withoiit a tide, 

She steadies with upright keel. Part m. 

The nightmare Life-in-Death was she. ibid. 

The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out : 
At one stride comes the dark ; 
With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, 
Off shot the spectre-bark. 

And thou art long and lank and brown, 

As is the ribbed sea-sand. 2 Part w. 

Alone, alone, all, all alone ; 

Alone on a wide, wide sea. Ibid. 

The moving moon went up the sky, 

And nowhere did abide ; 

Softly she was going up, 

And a star or two beside. ibid. 

A spring of love gush' d from my heart, 

And I bless'd them unaware. ibid. 

i Wordsworth, in his Notes to "We are Seven," claims to have written 
this line. 
a Coleridge says: "For these lines I am indebted to Mr. Wordsworth." 


Oh sleep 1 it is a gentle tiling, 
Beloved from pole to pole. 

The Ancient Mariner. Part v. 

A noise like of a hidden brook 

In the leafy month of June, 

That to the sleeping woods all night 

Singeth a quiet tune. ibid. 

Like one that on a lonesome road 

Doth walk in fear and dread, 

And having once turned round walks on, 

And turns no more his head, 

Because he knows a frightful fiend 

Doth close behind him tread. Part *, 

So lonely ? t was, that God himself 

Scarce seemed there to be. p a n vtt. 

He prayeth well who loveth well 

Both man and bird and beast. ibid. 

He prayeth best who loveth best 

All things both great and smalL ibid. 

A sadder and a wiser man, 

He rose the morrow morn. ibid. 

And the spring comes slowly up this way. 

ChristabeL Part i. 

A lady richly clad as she, 
Beautiful exceedingly. 

Cgjrv'd with figures strange and sweet, 
All made out of the carver's brain. 

Her gentle limbs did she undress, 
And lay down in her loveliness. 

A sight to dream of, not to tell I ibid. 

That saints will aid if men will call ; 
For the blue sky bends over all ! 

Conclusion to part i. 


Each matin bell, the Baron saith, 
Knells us back to a world of death. 

ChristabeL Partii, 

Her face, oh call it 'fair, not pale 1 /&# 

Alas ! they had been friends in youth $ 

But whispering tongues can poison truth, 

And constancy lives in realms above ; 

And life is thorny, and youth is vain, 

And to be wroth with one we love 

Doth work like madness in the brain. im. 

They stood aloof, the scars remaining, 

Like cliffs which had been rent asunder : 

A dreary sea now flows between. ibid. 

Perhaps >t is pretty to force together 

Thoughts so all unlike each other ; 

To mutter and mock a broken charm, 

To dally with wrong that does no harm. 

Conclusion to Part ii 

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 
A stately pleasure-dome decree, 
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran 
Through caverns measureless to man 
Down to a sunless sea, Kubla Khan. 

Ancestral voices prophesying war. Hid. 

A damsel with a dulcimer 

In a vision once I saw : 

It was an Abyssinian maid, 

And on her dulcimer she played, 

Singing of Mount Abora. ibid. 

For he on honey-dew hath fed, 

And drunk the milk of Paradise. Ibid, 

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, 
Death came with friendly care ; 

The opening bud to heaven conveyed, 
And bade it blossom there. Epitaph on an infant. 


Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, 

And shot my being through earth, se$, and air, 

Possessing all things with intensest love, 

Liberty ! my spirit felt thee there. France. An Qdt. 9. 

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place 

(Portentous sight !) the owlet Atheism, 

Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, 

Drops his blue-fring'd lids, and holds them close, 

And hooting at the glorious sun in heaven 

Cries out, " Where is it ? " Fears in Solitude. 

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin 
Is pride that apes humility. 1 The Demi's Thought*. 

All thoughts, all passions, all delights, 
Whatever stirs this mortal frame, 
All are but ministers of Love, 
And feed his sacred flame. 

Blest hour ! it was a luxury to be ! 

Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement. 

A charm 

For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom 
No sound is dissonant which tells of life. 

This Lime-tree Bower my Prison, 

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star 

In his Steep Course ? Hymn in the. Vale of Gkamowti. 

Eisest from forth thy silent sea of pines. md. 

Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! iud* 

Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost. ibid. 

Earth with her thousand voices praises God. ibid. 

Tranquillity ! thou better name 
Than all the family of Fame. 

Ode to TronqtuUHy, 

1 His favourite sin 
Is pride that apes humility. 

SOUTHEY: The Deml*$ Walk, 


The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence. 

Defection. An Ode. Stanea 1, 

Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. 

We in ourselves rejoice! 
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, 

All melodies the echoes of that voice, 
All colours a suffusion from that light. Stanza 5. 

A mother is a mother still, 

The holiest thing alive. The Three Graves, 

Never, believe me, 

Appear the Immortals, 

Never alone. The Visit of the Gods, (Imitated from Schiller.) 

Joy rises In me, like a summers morn. 

A Christmas Carol, viii 

The knight's bones are dust, 

And his good sword rust ; 

His soul is with the saints, I trust. The Knights Tomb 

It sounds like stories from the land of spirits 
If any man obtains that which he merits, 
Or any merit that which he obtains. * 

. . . % 
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends ! 
Hath he not always treasures, always friends, 
The good great man ? Three treasures, love and light^ 
And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath ; 
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, 
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death. 

Complaint. Ed. 1852. The Good Great Man. Ed. 1893, 

My eyes make pictures when they are shut. A Day-Dream 

To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part, 
Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart ! 

On taking Leave of , 1S17, 

In many ways doth the full heart reveal 
The presence of the love it would conceal. 

Motto to Poems written in Later Lift* 


Nought cared this body for wind or weather 

When youth and I lived in 7 t together. Youth and Age. 

Flowers are lovely ; love is flower-like ; 
Friendship is a sheltering tree ; 
Oh the joys that carne down shower-like, 
Of friendship, love, and liberty, 
Ere I was old ! 

I have heard of reasons manifold 
Why Love must needs be blind, 

But this the best of all I hold, 
His eyes are in his mind. 1 

To a Lady, 0/ended by a Sportive Observation. 

What outward form and feature are 

He guesseth but in part ; 
But what within is good and fair 

He seeth with the heart. 

Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand, 

By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, 

Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey 

Eise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. 2 Fancy in Nubfrus, 

I counted two-and-seventy stenches, 

All well defined, and several stinks. Cologne. . 

The river Rhine, it is well known, 

Doth wash your city of Cologne ; 

But tell me, nymphs ! what power divine 

Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine ? ibid. 

Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless 

billows ; 
Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and 

the ocean. 

The Homeric Hexameter. (Translated from Schiller.) 

1 See Shakespeare, page 57. 

* And Iliad and Odyssey 
Rose to the mnsic of the sea. 
Thalatta, p. 132. (From the German of Stolberg.) 


In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column, 
Iu the pentameter aye falling in melody back. 

The Omdian Elegiac Metre. (From Schiller.) 

I stood in unimaginable trance 

And agony that cannot be remembered. 

Remorse. Act iv. Sc. 3. 

The intelligible forms of ancient poets, 

The fair humanities of old religion. 

The power, the beauty, and the majesty 

That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, 

Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, 

Or chasms and watery depths, all these have vanished ; 

They live no longer in the faith of reason. 

Walterutem. Part i> Act ii. Sc. 4, (Translated from Schiller.) 

I ? ve lived and loved, ^ c t ti. J3c. 6. 

Clothing the palpable and familiar 
With golden exhalations of the dawn. 

The Death of Wallenstein. Act i. Sc. J, 

Often do the spirits 

Of great events stride on before the .events, 
And in to-day already walks to-morrow. 1 ^ ct ^ $ Ct 1% 

Our myriad-minded Shakespeare. 2 siog. Lit. Chap. a, 

A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the 

giant's Shoulder to mount on. 8 The Friend. Sec. i. Essay 8. 

An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches 
in flat countries, with spire steeples, which, as they can- 
not be referred to any other object, point as with silent 
finger to the sky and star. 4 2bid.,No.i4. 

1 Sed ita a principle inchoatum esse mundum tit certis rebus certa signa 
pi-seeurrerent (Thus in the beginning the world was so made that certain 
gns corn before certain events), CICERO : Dimnatione* liber . cap, 52. 

Coming events cast their shadows before. CAMPBELL ; LochieVa 

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; tbe mirrors 
f the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present. SHELLEY 
A Defence of Poetry. * 

2 ' A phrase/' fays Coleridge, "wbkh I hare borrowed from a Greek 
nk, wbo applies it to a patriarch of Constantinople." 

Se*l*irte, page 185. < See Wordsworth, page 481, 


Keviewers are usually people who would have been 
poets, historians, biographers, if they could ; they have 
tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed ; 
therefore they turn critics. 1 

Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton, p. 36. Delivered 2811-1812. 

Schiller has the material sublime. Table Talk. 

I wish our clever young poets would remember my 

homely definitions of prose and poetry ; that is, prose, 

words in their best order ; poetry, the best words in 
their best order. ' Ibidt 

That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to 
pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand 
round the corner of nonsense. 2M& 

lago's soliloquy, the motive-hunting of a motiveless 
malignity how awful it is ! 

Notes on some other Plays of Shakespeare. 

JOSIAH QUDSTCY. 1772-1864 

If this bill [for the admission of Orleans Territory as 
a State] passes, it is my deliberate opinion that it is 
virtually a dissolution of the Union ; that it will free the 
States from their moral obligation ; and, as it will be the 
right of all, so it will be the duty of some, definitely to 
prepare for a separation, amicably if they can, violently 
if they must. 2 

Abridged Cong. Debates, Jan. 14, 1811. Vol. iv. p. 327. 

1 Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant 
race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful 
author turns critic. -^SHELLEY : Fragments of Adonais. 

You know who critics are ? The men who have failed in literature and 
art. DISRAELI .* Lothair, chap, xxxv, 

2 The gentleman [Mr. Qtfmcy] cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, 
uttered even on the floor of this House, '* Peaceably if we can, forcibly if w 
must." HENRY CLAY : Speech. Jan. , 1813. 


EOBEET SOUTHEY. 1774-1843. 

" You are old, Father William," the young man cried, 
" The few locks which' are left you are gray j 

You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man, 
How tell me the reason I pray." 

The Old Man's Comforts, and how he gained them. 

The march of intellect. 1 

C&ltoquics on the Progress and Prospects of Society. Vol. it. 
p. 360. The Doctor, Chap. Extraordinary. 

The laws are with us, and God on our side. 

On ike Ri&e and Progress of Popular Disaffection (1817). 
Essay mil. Vol. ii. p. 107. 

Agreed to differ. Lift of Wesley. 

My days among the dead are passed ; 

Around me I behold, 
Where'er these casual eyes are cast, 

The mighty minds of old ; 
My never-failing friends are they, 
With whom I converse day by day. 

Occasional Pieces, xviii. 

How does the water 
Come down at Lodore ? 

The Cataract of Lodore. 

So I told them in rhyme, 
For of rhymes I had store. Ibid 

Through moss and through brake. 2bid. 


Hurry-scurry. ^ 

A sight to delight in. lbidf 

And so never ending, but always descending. 
And this way the water comes down at Lodore. 

1 See Burke, pag 408. 


From his brimstone bed, at break of day, 

A-walking the Devil is gone, 
To look at his little snug farm of the World, 

And see how his stock went on. 

The DeviVs Walk. Stanza I 

He passed a cottage with a double coach-house, 
A cottage of gentility ; 

And he owned with a grin, 
That his favourite sin 
Is pride that apes humility. 1 ibid. Stanza 8. 

Where Washington hath left 
His awful memory 
A light for after times ! 

Ode written during the War with America, 1814 t 

How beautiful is night ! 
A dewy freshness fills the silent air ; 
To mist obscures ; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, 
Breaks the serene of heaven : 
In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine 
Bolls through the dark blue depths \ 
Beneath her steady ray 
The desert circle spreads 
Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. 

HOW beautiful is night ! Thalaba. Boole L Stanza 1. 

"But what good came of it at last ? " 

Quoth little Peterkin. 
" Why, that I cannot tell," said he ; 

But 't Was a famous victory," The Battle of Blenheim* 

Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue. 2 

Madoc in Wales. Part i 5. 

What will not woman, gentle woman dare, 

When strong affection stirs her spirit up ? part a 2 

l gee Coleridge, page 501. 

2 u Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue," 
As some one somewhere sings about the sky. 

BYRON: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 210 


And last of all an Admiral came, 
A terrible man with a terrible name, 
A name which you all know by sight very well, 
But which no one can speak, and no one can spell. 

The March to Moscow. Stanza 8, 

They sin who tell us love can die ; 
With life all other passions fly, 
All others are but vanity. 

Love is indestructible, 
Its holy flame forever burneth ; 
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth. 

It soweth here with toil and care, 
But tli6 harvest-time of love is there. 

The Curse of Kehama. Canto x. Stanza 10. 

Oh, when a mother meets on high 

The babe she lost in infancy, 
Hath she not then for pains and fears, 

The day of woe, the watchful night, 

For all her sorrow, all her tears, 

An over-payment of delight? stanza 11, 

Thou hast been called, O sleep ! the friend of woe ; " 
But >t is the happy that Jhave called thee so. 

Canto xv. Stanza ll t 

The Satanic school. Visim ofMgmmt _ Original ff ^ 

CHARLES LAMB. 1775-1834. 

The red-letter days now become, to all intents and 
purposes, dead-letter days. Oxfordin the 7acat .^ 

For with G. ., to be absent from the body is some- 
tiroes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the 


A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the 

usFKikA ' , i , ^^ 

Mrs. Battle's Opinions on Whist, 

LAMB. 50& 

Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony ; but or- 
ganically I ain. incapable of a tune. A Chapter on. JSart. 

Not if I know myself at all. The Old and New Schoolmaster. 
It is good to love the unknown. Valentines Day. 

The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a 
glistering substance (I know not what) under glass 
(as it seemed), resembling a homely fancy, but I 
judged it to be sugar-candy ; yet to my raised imagih 
nation, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared 
a glorified candy. My Fir&t Pia& 

Presents, I often say, endear absents. 

A Dissertation upon Roast Pia. 

It argues an insensibility. ibid. 

Books which are no books. Detached Thoughts on Booh. 

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your pres- 
ence of body came to be called in question by it. 

Amicus Redimvus. 

Gone before 
To that unknown and silent shore. Hester. Stanza 7. 

I have had playmates, I have had companions, 
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days. 
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces, old Familiar Faces. 

For thy sake, tobacco, I 

Would do anything but die.* A Farewell to Tobacco. 

And half had staggered that stout Stagirite. 

Written at Cambridge. 

Who first invented work, and bound the free 
And holiday-rejoicing spirit down 

To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? 

Sabbathless Satan ! Work 

I like you and your book, ingenious Hone I 
In whose capacious all-embracing leaves 


The very marrow of tradition 's shown; 
And aH that history, much that fiction weaves. 

To the Editor of the Evwy-Day JSooJs, 

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an orna- 
ment tO SOCiety. Captain Starkey. 

Eeat, not gaudy. 1 Letter to Wordsworth, 1806. 

Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would 

tolu ! Lamb's Suppers. 

Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled 
with Mr. Oilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or 
two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, 
" Are you full inside ? " Upon which Lamb put his 
head through the window and said, "I am quite full 
inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Oilman's did 
the business for me." Autobiographical Recollections. (Leslie,) 

JAMES SMITH. 1775-1839. - . 

No Drury Lane for you to-day. 

Rejected Addresses. The Baby's Debut, 

I saw them go : one horse was blind, 
The tails of both hung down behind, 
Their shoes were on their feet. 2bid 

Lax in their gaiters, laser in their gait. The Theatre. 


A strong nor'-wester 's blowing, Bill ! 

Hark ! don't ye hear it roar now ? 
Lord help 'em, how I pities them 

Unhappy folks on Shore now ! The Sailor's Consolation. 

1 See Shakespeare, page 130. 

PITT. LAtfDOR. 511 

My eyes ! what tiles and chimney-pots 
About their heads are flying I The Sailor's Consolation. 


Eose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes 

May weep, but never see, 
A night of memories and of sighs 

I consecrate to thee. Bo&e Aylmer. 

"Wearers of rings and chains ! 
Pray do not take the pains 

To set me right. 
In vain my faults ye quote j 
I write as others wrote 

On Sunium's hight. 

The last Fruit of an old Tree. Epigram cvf. 

Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's, 1 

Therefore on him no speech ! And brief for thee, 

Browning ! Since Chaucer was alive and hale, 

No man hath walk'd along our roads with steps 

So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue 

So varied in discourse. To Robert Browning. 

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song. ibid. 

But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue 
Within, and they that lustre have imbibed 
In the sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked 
His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave : 
Shake one, and it awakens ; then apply 
Its polisht lips to your attentive ear, 

1 Nor sequent centuries could hit 
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit. 
R. W. EMERSON : May-Day and Other Pieces. Solution. 


And it remembers its august abodes, 

And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there. 1 

Gehir. Book i. (I798X 

Past are three summers since she first beheld 

The ocean 5 all around the child await 

Some exclamation of amazement here. 

She coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased, 

Is this the mighty ocean? is this all? 

That wondrous soul Charoba once possest, 

Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold, 

Soul discontented with capacity, 

Is gone (I fear) forever. Need I say 

She was enchanted by the wicked spells 

Of Gebir, whom with lust of power inflamed 

The western winds have landed on our coast f 

I since have watcht her in lone retreat, 

Have heard her sigh and soften out the name* 3 Book it. 

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife ; 

Nature I loved ; and next to Nature, Art. 
I warin'd both hands against the fire of life ; 

It sinks, and I am ready to depart. 

Dying Speech of an old Philosopher^ 

THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844. 

*T is distance lends enchantment to the view, 
And robes the mountain in its azure hue. 8 

Pleasures of Nope. Part i. Line 7., 

1 See Wordsworth, page 480, 

Poor sbell ! that Wordsworth so pounded and flattened in his marsh it: 
no longer had tbe Ifcoarseness of a sea, bat 0f a hospital. LANDOB : Letter- 
to John Fctrtter, 

2 These lines were specially singled out for admiration by Shelley, Hum 
phrey Davy, Scott, and many remarkable men. FORSTER: Life of Landor,. 
wl. t. p. $5. 

* See John Webster, page 181. 

The mountains too, at a distance, appear airy masses and smooth, but: 
en near afc feaad tfeey are rough. DIOGENES LAERTHJS : Pyrrho, ix. 

But Hope, the charmer, lingered still behind. 

Pleasures of Hope. Part i* Line 40* 

O Heaven I he cried, my bleeding country save ! Line 359- 

Hope for a season bade the world farewell, 

And Freedom shriek'd as Kosciusko fell ! 1 Line 382* 

On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, 

His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. Line 385* 

And rival all but Shakespeare's name below. Line 472, 

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, 

The power of grace, the magic of a name ? p ar t a. Line &. 

Without the smile from partial beauty won, 

Oh what were man ? a world without a sun. Line 21. 

The world was sad, the garden was a wild, 
And man the hermit sigh'd till woman smiled. 


While Memory watches o ? er the sad review 

Of joys that faded like the morning dew. Line 45 

There shall he love wJien genial morn appears, 

Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears. Line 95~ 

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye. Line 9$~ 

That gems the starry girdle of the year. Line 194~ 

Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll 
Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul ! 

Line 263., 

O star-eyed Science ! hast thou wandered there, 

To waft us home the message of despair ? Line 325 

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, 

Weep to record, and blush to give it in. 2 Line 357. 

1 At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell, 
And health with Boerhaave bade the world farewell. 

CHURCH: The Ckotec (I754>- 
See Sterne, page 379. 



Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, 
But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind ! 
What though my winged hours of bliss have been 
Like angel visits, few and far between. 1 

Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 375, 

The hunter and the deer a shade. 2 

J Connor's Child. Stanza & 

Another's sword has laid him low, 

Another's and another's ; 
And every hand that dealt the blow 

Ah me ! it was a brother's ! Stanza io t 

^T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, 
And coming events cast their shadows before. 8 

LochieVs Warning. 

Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, 

With his back to the field and his feet to the foe, 

And leaving in battle no Hot on his name, 

Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame. 


And rustic life and poverty 
Grow beautiful beneath his touch. 

Ode to the Memory of Burns. 

Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, 

Whose truths electrify the sage. j^id. 

Ye mariners of England, 

That guard our native seas ; 

Whose flag has braved,, a thousand years, 

The battle and the breeze ! 

Ye Mariners of England. 

Britannia needs no bulwarks, 

Ho towers along the steep ; 

Her march is o'er the mountain waves, 

Her home is on the deep. 

* See Honis, page 281. 2 g^ Freneau, page 443. 

8 See Coleridge, page 504. 


When the stormy winds do blow j * 
When the battle rages loud and long, 
And the stormy winds do blow. 

Ye Mariners of England 

The meteor flag of England 
Shall yet terrific burn, 
Till danger's troubled night depart, 
And the star of peace return. 

There was silence deep as death, 

And the boldest held his breath 

For a time. Battle of the Baltic. 

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, 

Who rush to glory or the grave ! 

Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, 

And charge with all thy chivalry ! ffohenlinde? 

Few, few shall part where many meet ! 

The snow shall be their winding-sheet 

And every turf beneath their feet 

Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. ma. 

There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, 
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill ; 

For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing 
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. 

The Exile of Erin. 

To bear is to conquer our fate. 

On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire. 

The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky. 2 

The Soldier's Dream. 

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young. 


But sorrow return 3 d with the dawning of morn, 
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. ibid. 

1 When the stormy winds do blow. MARTYN PARKER : Ye Gentlemen 
of England. 

2 The starres, bright centinels of the skies. HABINGTON: Castara, Dia- 
logue between Night and ArapkiL 


Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky 

When storms prepare to part, 
I ask not proud Philosophy 

To teach me what thou art. TO the 

A stoic of the woods, a man without a tear. 

A Gertrude of Wyoming. Part i. Stanza 23~ 

O Love ! in such a wilderness as this. Part at. Stanza i^ 
The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below ! stanza s. 

Again to the battle, Achaians ! 

Oar hearts bid the tyrants defiance ! 

Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree, 

ft ha* been, and shall yet be, the land of thejree.^ ^ 

Drink ye to her that each loves best ! 

And if you nurse a flame 
That *s told but to her mutual breast, 

We will not ask her name. Drink ye to Her*. 

To live in hearts we leave behind 

Is not to die. Hallowed Ground*. 

Oh leav.e this barren spot to me ! 

Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree I 1 

The Beech-Tree's Petition... 

HENRY CLAY. 1777-1852. 

The gentleman [Josiah Quincy] cannot have forgotten: 
his own sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this 
House, "Peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must." 2 

Speech, 1813,. 

1 Woodman, spare that tree I 
Touch not a single bough ! 

G. P. MORRIS: Woodman, spare that Tree*. 
* Sse Qufncy, page 505. 


Government is a trust, and the officers of the govern- 
ment are trustees ; and both the trust and the trustees 
are created for the benefit of the people. 

Speech at Ashland, Ky., March, 1829, 

I have heard something said about allegiance to the 
South. I know no South, no l^orth, no East, no West, 
to which I owe any allegiance. Speech, 1S48. 

Sir, I would rather be right than be President. 

Speech, 1850 (referring to the Compromise Measures). 

J. S. KEY. 1779-1843. 

And the star-spangled banner, oh long may it wave 
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! 

The Star~JSpanyled Banner. 

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a 

nation ! l 

Then conquer we must when our cause it is just, 
And this be our motto, " In God is our trust ! " 
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave 
'O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 


HOKACE SMITH. 1779-1849. 

'Thinking is but an idle waste of thought, 

And nought is everything and everything is nought. 

Rejected Addresses. Cui Bono t 

In the name of the Prophet figs. Johnson's Ghost. 

And thou hast walked about (how strange a story !) 

In Thebes J s streets three thousand years ago, 
When the Memnonium was in all its glory. 

Address to the Mummy at Belzoni's Exhibition, 
* It made and preserves us a nation. MORRIS: The Flag of our Union. 

518 MOORE. 

THOMAS MOOEE. 1779-1852. 

When Time who steals our years away 

Shall steal our pleasures too, 
The mem'ry of the past will stay, 

And half OUr joys renew. Song. From Juvenile Poems. 

Weep on ! and as thy sorrows flow, 

I ? 11 taste the luxury of WOe. Anacreontic. 

Where bastard Freedom waves 
The fustian flag in mockery over slaves. 

To tke Lord Viscount Forbes, written from the City of Washington. 

How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, 
Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage? 

To Thomas ffume. 

I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curPd 
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near ; 

And I said, " If there ? s peace to be found in the world, 
A heart that was humble might hope for it here." 

Ballad Stanzas. 

Faintly as tolls the evening chime, 

Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. 

A Canadian Boat-Song. 

Bow, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, " 

The rapids are near, and the daylight ; s past. xm. 

The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil 
of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the 
stronger light there is shed upon them. 

Preface to Corruption and Intolerance. 

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. 1 

1 See Waller, page 220. 

MOORE. 519 

A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 
7 T is but black eyes and lemonade. 

Intercepted Letters. Letter vi 

There was a little man, and he had a little soul ; 
And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try ! 

Little Man and Little Soul 

Go where glory waits thee ! 2 

But while lame elates thee, 

Oh, still remember me ! 

Go where Glory waits thee. 

Oh, breathe not his name ! let it sleep in the shade, 
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid, 

Oh breathe not his Name. 

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, 
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. ibid. 

The harp that once through Tara's halls 

The soul of music shed, 
N" ow hangs as mute on Tara's walls 

As if that soul were fled. 
So sleeps the pride of former days, 

So glory's thrill is o'er ; 
And hearts that once beat high for praise 

IjTow feel that pulse no more. 

The Harp that once through Tara's Halh 

Who ran 
Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all. 

On the Death of Sheridan, 

Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, 
Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade. 

Good at a fight, but better at a play ; 
Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay. 

On a Cart of Sheridan's Sand, 

1 This goin ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetnr. 
The Biglow Papers. First Series, No. 11. 

520 MOORE. 

Though an angel should write, still ? t is devils must print. 

The Fudges in England. Lttter m. 

Fly not yet j ? t is just the hour 
When pleasure, like the midnight flower 
That scorns the eye of vulgar light, 
Begins to bloom for sons of night 
And maids who love the moon. Fly not yet. 

Oh stay ! oh stay ! 
Joy so seldom weaves a chain 
Like this to-night, that oh ; t is pain 
To break its links so soon. j oidt 

When did morning ever break, 

And find such beaming eyes awake ? /# 

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers 
Is always the first to be touched by the thorns. 

Oh think not my Spirits are always as light, 

Bich and rare were the gems she wore, 
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore. 

Rich and rare were the Gems she wore. 

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet 
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet. 

The Meeting of the Waters. 
Oh, weep for the hour 
When to Eveleen's bower 
The lord of the valley with false vows came. 

JZveleeri's Bower. 

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side 
la the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? 

Come, send round the Wine* 

No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets 

But as truly loves on to the close ; 
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets 

iifi same look which she turn'd when he rose. 

Believe me, if all those endearing young Charmt, 

MOORE. 521 

The moon looks 
On many brooks, 
a The brook can see no moon but this." 1 

While gazing on the Moon's Light* 

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, 
The maiden herself will steal after it soon, 

/// Omens, 

*T is sweet to think that where'er we rove 
We are sure to find something blissful and dear ; 

And that when we 're far from the lips we love, 
We 5 ve but to make love to the lips we are near. 

1 Tis sweet to think. 

3 T is belie v'd that this harp which* I wake now for thee 
Was a siren of old who sung under the sea. 

The Origin of the Harp. 

But there 3 s nothing half so sweet in life 

As love's young dream. Love's Young Dream,. 

To live with them is far less sweet 
Than to remember thee. 2 j saw thy Form. 

Eyes of unholy blue. 

By that Lake whose Hoomy Shore. 

? T is the last rose of summer, 

Left blooming alone. The Last, Rose of Bummer. 

When true hearts lie wither'd 

And fond ones are flown, 
Oh, who would inhabit 

This bleak world alone ? ibid. 

And the best of all ways 
To lengthen our days 
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear. 

The Young May Moon. 

1 This image was suggested by the following thought, which occurs some- 
where in Sir William Jones's Works: "The moon looks upon many night- 
flowers; the night-flower sees but one moon." 

2 In imitation of Shenstone's inscription, "Hen I quanto minus est cum 
reliquis versari quam tui meminisse." 

522 MOORE. 

You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, 
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. 

Farewell! But whenever you welcome the Hour, 

Thus, when the lamp that lighted 

The traveller at first goes out, 
He feels awhile benighted, 

And looks around in fear and doubt. 
But soon, the prospect clearing, 

By cloudless starlight on he treads, 
And thinks no lamp so cheering 

As that light which Heaven sheds. 

/ 'd mourn the Hopes. 

Ho eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, 
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us. 

Come o'er the Sea, 

The light that lies 
In woman's eyes. 

The Time 1 J ve lost m wooing, 

My only books 
Were woman's looks, 
And folly 's all they ? ve taught me. ibid. 

I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, 
I but know that I love thee whatever thou art. 

Come> rest in this Bosom. 

To live and die in scenes like this, 
With some we Ve left behind us. 

As slow our Ship. 

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, 
First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea. 

Remember Thee. 

All that 's bright must fade, 
The brightest stilithe fleetest; 

All that's sweet was made 
But to be lost when sweetest. 

All that * Bright must fade 

MOOBE. 523 

Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! 
How many a tale their music tells 
Of youth and home, and that sweet time 
When last I heard their soothing chime ! 

Those Evening Brfk 
Oft in the stilly night, 

Ere slumber's chain has bound me, 
Fond memory brings the light 
Of other days around me ; 
The smiles, the tears, 
Of boyhood's years. 
The words of love then spoken ; 
The eyes that shone 
Now dimmed and gone, 

The cheerful hearts now broken. 

Oft in the Stilly Night. 

I feel like one 

Who treads alone 
Some banquet-hall deserted, 

Whose lights are fled, 

Whose garlands dead, 
And all but he departed. ffi& 

As half in shade and half in sun 
This world along its path advances, 

May that side the sun's upon 
Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances ! 

Peace be around Thee. 

If I speak to thee in friendship's name, 

Thou think'st I speak too coldly; 
If I mention love's devoted flame, 

Thou say'st I speak too boldly. HOW shall 1 woo* 

A friendship that like love is warm ; 

A love like friendship, steady. Ibid 

' The bird let loose in Eastern skies, 

[Returning fondly home, 
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 
Where idle warblers roam ; 

524 MOOKE. 

But high she shoots through air and light, 

Above all low delay, 
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, 

Nor shadow dims her way. oh tkat l had 

This world is all a fleeting show, 

For man's illusion given j 
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, 
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, 

There *s nothing true but Heaven. 

This World is alt a fleeting Show. 

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! 
Jehovah has triumph'd, his people are free. 

Sound the loud Timbrel^ 

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean 
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, 

So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, 
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. 

As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, 
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, 

So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, 
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee. 

The Heart's Prayer*. 

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; 
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. 

Come, ye Disconsolate.. 

Oh call it by some better name, 
For friendship sounds too cold. 

Oh call it by some better Nam& 

When twilight dews are falling soft 

Upon the rosy sea, love, 
I watch the star whose beam so oft 

Has lighted me to thee, love. 

When Twilight Deux*, 

MOORE. 525 

I give thee all, I can no more, 

Though poor the off 'ring be ; 
My heart and lute are all the store 

That I can bring to thee. 1 

My Heart and Lute 

Who has not felt how sadly sweet 

The dream of home, the dream of home, 

Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, 
When far o'er sea or land we roam ? 

The Dream of Home. 

To Greece we give our shining blades. 

Evenings in Greece. First Evening, 

When thus the heart is in a vein 

Of tender thought, the simplest strain 

Can touch it with peculiar power. JM$ 

If thou would'st have me sing and play 

As once I play'd and sung, 
First take this time-worn lute away, 

And bring one freshly strung. 

If Thou would 1 st have Me sing and play 

To sigh, yet feel no pain ; 

To weep, yet scarce know why ; 
To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, 

Then throw it idly by. The Blue Stocldng. 

Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are ! 

From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, 
That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, 

Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains. 

On the Entry of the Austrians into Naples^ 1822. 

This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, 
The past, the future, two eternities ! 

LaUa Rookh* The Veiled Prophet of Khorv&san. 

But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast 
To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last. 

1 This song was introduced in KemWs " Lodolska," act iii so. 1* 

526 MOORE. 

There *s a bower of roses by Bendemeer^s stream. 

Lalla Rookh, The Veiled Prophet of K/torana*. 

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, 
Grow pure by being purely shone upon. ibid. 

One morn a Peri at the gate 

Of Eden Stood disconsolate. Paradise and the, Peri. 

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,, 

And multiply each through endless years, 

One minute of heaven is worth them all. iud. 

But the trail of the serpent is over them all. ibid. 

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, 

I *ve seen my fondest hopes decay ; 
I never loved a tree or flower 

But y t was the first to fade away. 
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, 

To glad me with its soft black eye, 
But when it came to know me well 

And love me, it was sure to die. The Fire-Worshippers. 

Oh for a tongue to curse the slave 

Whose treason, like a deadly blight, 
Comes o'er the councils of the brave, 

And blasts them in their hour of might ! 

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. 

As sunshine broken in the rill, 
Though turned astray, is sunshine still. 

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! 
Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea. 

Alas ! how light a cause may move 
Dissension between hearts that love ! 
Hearts that the world in vain had tried, 
And sorrow but more closely tied ; 
That stood the storm when waves were rough, 
Yet in a sunny hour f all off, 


Like ships that have gone down at sea 
When heaven was all tranquillity. 

Lalla JRookh. The Ught of the ffarem. 

Love on through all ills, and love on till they die. ibid. 

And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, 

It is this, it is this ! ibid. 

Humility, that low, sweet root 
Prom which all heavenly virtues shoot. 

The Loves of the Angels. The Third Angel's Story. 

LOED DENMAK 1779-1854. 
A delusion, a mockery, and a snare. 

<? Connell v. The Queen, U Clark and Finnelly Reports, 

The mere repetition of the Cantilena of lawyers can- 
not make it law, unless it can be traced to some compe- 
tent authority; and if it be irreconcilable, to some clear 
legal principle. ibid. 

CLEMENT C. MOOEE. 1779-1863. 

*T was the night before Christmas, when all through the 


Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; 
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, 
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. 

A Visit from St. Nicholas. 

LOED BEOUGHAM. 1779-1868. 

Let the soldier be abroad if he will, he can do nothing 
in this age. There is another personage, a personage 
less imposing in the eyes of some, perhaps insignificant. 
The schoolmaster is abroad, and I trust to him, armed 
with his primer, against the soldier in full military array. 

Speech, Jan. 29, 182& 


In my mind, he was guilty of no error, he was charge- 
able with no exaggeration, he was betrayed by his fancy 
into no metaphor, who once said that all we see about 
us, kings, lords, and Commons, the whole machinery of 
the State, all the apparatus of the system, and its varied 
workings, end in simply bringing twelve good men into 

a box. Present Slate of the Law, Feb. 7, 1828. 

Pursuit of knowledge under difficulties. 1 
Death was now armed with a new terror. 2 

PAUL MOOK JAMES. 1780-1854. 

The scene was mo-re beautiful far to the eye 
Than if day in its pride had arrayed it. The Beacon. 

And o'er them the lighthouse looked lovely as hope, 
That star of life's tremulous ocean. /&> 

CHARLES MINER. 1780-1865. 

When I see a merchant over-polite to his customers, 
begging them to taste a little brandy and throwing half 
his goods on the counter, thinks I, that man has an 
axe to grind Who m turn Grindstoms * 

* The tkle given by Lord Brougham to a book published in 1830. 

* Brougham delivered a very warm panegyric upon the ex-Chancellor 
and expressed a hope that he would make a good end, although to an ex'- 
pinng Chancellor death was now armed with a new terror, CAMPBELL 
Lwtsofthe Chancellors, vol. vil.p. 163. 

^Lord St. Leonards attributes this phrase to Sir Charles Wetherell who 
wsed it on the occasion referred to by Lord Campbell. 

Ftom Edmund Curll's practke of issuing miserable eatch-pennv lives f 

teffedktoly after his decease, Arbmhnot wittily 


f death -"-CARRUTHER S : Life of 
n), p. 149. J J 

, . . 

?? JS fmm ** Desk ^ Poor Bobert the Scribe, 
It ft* appeared in the Wilkesbarre Gleaner," 1 


JOHN C. CALHOUN. 1782-1850. 

The very essence of a free government consists in con- 
sidering offices as public trusts, 1 bestowed for the good 
of the country, and not for the benefit of an individual 
or a party. sketch, Ftb. n, 1335. 

A power has risen up in the government greater than 
the people themselves, consisting of many and various 
and powerful interests, combined into one mass, and held 
together by the cohesive power of the vast surplus in the 

banks. 2 Speech, May 27, 1836. 

DANIEL WEBSTER. 1782-1852. 

(From Webster's Works. Boston. 1857.} 

Whatever makes men good Christians, makes them 

good Citizens. Speech at Plymouth, Dec. 22, 1820.9 y i, ,-^. 44. 

We wish that this column, rising towards heaven 
among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated 
to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a 
pious feeling of dependence and gratitude. We wish, 
finally, that the last object to the sight of him who 
leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who 
revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of 
the liberty and the glory of his country. Let it rise ! let 
it rise, till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest 
light of the morning gild it, and parting day linger and 
play on its summit ! 

Address on laying the Corner-Stone of the Bunker ffitl 
Monument, 1825. P. 62. 

1 See Appendix, page 859. 

2 From this comes the phrase, "Cohesive power of public plunder.'* 

8 This oration will be read five hundred years hence with as much rapture 
as it was heard. It ought to be read at the end of every century, and in- 
deed at the end of every year, forever and ever, JOHN ADAMS : Letter 
to Webster, Dec. 23. 1821. 



Venerable men ! you have come down to us from a 
former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened 
out your lives, that you might behold this joyous day. 

Addrm on laying the Corner-Stone of the Bunker Hill 
Monument, 1825. Vol. I. p. 64. 

Mind is the great lever of all things j human thought 
is the process by which human ends are ultimately an- 
swered Ibid. p. 7i, 

Knowledge, in truth, is the great sun in the firmament. 
Life and power are scattered with all its beams. 

rtid. P. 74 f 

Let our object be our country, our whole country, and 
nothing but our country. ibid. p. 73 

Knowledge is the only fountain both of the love and 
the principles of human liberty. 

Completion of Bunker Hill Monument, June 17, 1843. P. 53. 

The Bible is a book of faith, and a book of doctrine, 
and a book of morals, and a book of religion, of especial 
revelation from God. mdf P w ^ 

America has furnished to the world the character of 
Washington. And if our American institutions had done 
nothing else, that alone would have entitled them to the 
respect of mankind. Mdt P 10 ^ 

Thank God ! I I also am an American ! 

Ibid. P. 107, 

Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I give my 
hand and my heart to this vote. 1 

Eulogy on Adams and Je/erson, Aug. 2, 1826. P. 133 ~ 

1 Hr. Adams, describing a conversation w^Sv Jonathan Sewall in 1774, 
mys ; * I answered that the die was now cast ; I had passed the Rubicon, 
Swim or sink, live or die, survive or perish with my country was my unal- 
tera&le determination." JOHN ADAMS : Works, vol. iv. p. 8. 
Live or die, sink or swim. PJEELE : Edward L (1584 ?). 


It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God 
it shall be iny dying sentiment; Independence now arid 
Independence forever. 1 

Eulogy on Adams andJeferson, Aug. , 1826. Vol. i. p. 236. 

Although no sculptured marble should rise to their 
memory, nor engraved stone bear record of their deeds, 
yet will their remembrance be as lasting as the land 
they honored. ibid. p. 14$. 

Washington is in the clear upper sky. 2 jbid. P. us. 

He smote the rock of the national resources, and abun- 
dant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the 
dead corpse of Public Credit, and it sprung upon its 

feet. 8 Speech on Hamilton, March 10, 1831. P. 20O. 

One country, one constitution, one destiny. 

Speech, March 15, 1837. P. 349. 

When tillage begins, other arts follow. The farmers 
therefore are the founders of human civilization. 

Remarks on Agriculture, Jan. 13, 1840. P. 457. 

Sea of upturned faces. 4 

Speech, Sept. 30. 1842. Vol. n.p. 117. 

Justice, sir, is the great interest of man on earth, 

On Mr. Justice Story, 1845. P. 30O. 

Liberty exists in proportion to wholesome restraint. 

Speech at the, Charleston Bar Dinner, May 10, 1847. Vol. ii. 'p. 393. 

i Mr. Webster says of Mr. Adams: ** On the day of his death, hearing 
the noise of bells and cannon, he asked the occasion. On being reminded 
that it was * Independent Day,* he replied, * Independence forever.'" 
Works, vol. i. p. 150. BANCROFT : History of the United States, vol. mi. 
p. 65. 

2 We shall be strong to run the race, 
And climb the upper sky. 

WATTS : Spiritual Bymns, scxiv. 

8 He it was that first gave to the law the air of a science. He found it a 
skeleton, and clothed it with life, colour, and complexion ; he embraced the 
cold statue, and by his touch it grew into youth, health, and beauty. 
BARRY YELVERTON (Lord Avomnore): On Btockstone. 
* See Scott, page 493. 


The law : It has honored us ; may we honor it. 

Tonst at the Charleston Bar Dinner, May 10, 1847. Vol. ii, p, 394, 

I have read their platform, and though I think there 
are some unsound places in it, I can stand upon it pretty 
well But I see nothing in it both new and valuable. 
"What is valuable is not new, and what is new is not 

valuable." Speech at Marsttficld, Sept. J, 1848. P. 433. 

Labour in this country is independent and proud. It- 
has not to ask the patronage of capital, but capital so- 
licits the aid of labor. Speech, April, 1824. Vol. nip. 141. 

The gentleman has not seen how to reply to this, 
otherwise than by supposing me to have advanced the 
doctrine that a national debt is a national blessing. 1 

Second Speech vn Foot's Resolution, Jan. 26, 1830. P, 303. 

I thank God, that if I am gifted with little of the 
spirit which is able to raise mortals to the skies, I have 
yet none, as I trust, of that other spirit which would 
drag angels down. ibid. P.sie. 

I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts; 
she needs none. There she is. Behold her, and judge 
for yourselves. There is her history ; the world knows 
it by heart. The past, at least, is secure. There is Bos- 
ton and Concord and Lexington and Bunker Hill ; and 
there they will remain forever. ibid. P. 317. 

The people's government, made for the people, made 
by the people, and answerable to the people. 2 ibid. P. 321. 

1 A national debt, if it is not excessive, will be to us a national bless- 

* When the State of Pennsylvania held its convention to consider the 
Constitution of the United States, Judge Wilson suid of the introductory 
clause, *' We, the people, do ordain and establish," etc. : " It is not an un- 
meaning flourish. The expressions declare in a practical manner the prin- 
ciple of this Constitution. It is ordained and established by the people 
themselves." This was regarded as an authoritative exposition. The 

That government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall 
oot perish from the earth. ABKAHAM LINCOLN : Speech at Gettysburg 
Now. 18, 1863. 


When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last 
time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on 
the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glo- 
rious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, bellige- 
rent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it 
may be, in fraternal blood. 

Second Speech on Foot'* JRvsolution^ Jan. 26, 1S30. Vol. Hi. p. 342, 

Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and insepa- 
rable, jbfa 

God grants liberty only to those who love It, and are 
always ready to guard and defend it. 

Speech, June 3, 1834. Vol. iv. p. 47. 

On this question of principle, while actual suffering 
was yet afar off, they [the Colonies] raised their flag 
against a power to which, for purposes of foreign con- 
quest and subjugation, Rome in the height of her glory 
is not to be compared, a power which has dotted over 
the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and 
military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the 
sun, 1 and keeping company with the hours, circles the 
earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the 
martial airs of England. 2 Speech, May 7, 1334. p. no. 

Inconsistencies of opinion, arising from changes of 
circumstances, are often justifiable. 

Speech, July 25 and 27, 1846. Vol. t?. p. 187. 

I was born an American ; I will live an American ; I 
shall die an American. 8 Speech, July 17, 1850. p. 437. 

There is no refuge from confession but suicide ; and 
suicide is confession. 

Argument on the Murder of Captain White, April 6, 1830. 
Vol. vi. p. 54. 

1 See Scott, page 495. 

2 The martial airs of England 
Encircle still the earth. 

AMELIA B. RICHARDS: The Marital Airs 

of England. 
8 See Patrick Henry, page 429. 


There is nothing so powerful as truth, and often 
nothing so strange. 

Argument on the Murder of Captain White. Vol. m. P. 68. 

Fearful concatenation of circumstances. 1 

A sense of duty pursues us ever. It is omnipresent, 
like the I>eity. If we take to ourselves the wings of the 
morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, 
duty performed or duty violated is still with us ; for our 
happiness or our misery. If we say the darkness shall 
cover us, in the darkness as in the light our obligations 
are yet with us. P. 105t 

I shall defer my visit to Faneuil Hall, the cradle of 
American liberty, until its doors shall fly open on golden 
hinges to lovers of Union as well as lovers of liberty. 2 

Letter, April, 1851. 

JANE TAYLOR. 1783-1824. 

Though man a thinking being is defined, 
Few use the grand prerogative of mind. 
How few think justly of the thinking few ! 
How many never think, who think they do ! 

Emy& in Rhyme. (On Morals and Manners. Prejudice.) 
Essay i. Stanza 46. 

Far from mortal cares retreating, 

Sordid hopes and vain desires, 
Here, our willing footsteps meeting, 

Every heart to heaven aspires. Hymritt 

I thank the goodness and the grace 

Which on my birth have smiled, 
And made me, in these Christian days, 

A happy Christian child. 4 child's Hymn of Praise. 

I See Scott, page 494. 

* Mr* Webster's reply to the invitation of his friends, who had been 
Mfesed the me of Faueuil Hall by the Mayor and Aldermen of Boston, 


Oh that it were my chief delight 

To do the things I ought ! 
Then let me try with all my might 

To mind what I am taught. For a Very Little Child. 

Who ran to help me when I fell, 
And would some pretty story tell, 
Or kiss the place to make it well ? 

My mother. My Mother. 

Failed the bright promise of your early day. Palestine. 

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung ; 
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. 3 
Majestic silence ! ibid. 

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. Epiphany. 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 
How sweet the lily grows ! 

First Sunday after Epiphany. No. it. 

When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing 

Soil. Seventh Sunday after Trinity. 

Death rides on every passing breeze, 

He lurks in every flower. At a Funeral No. L 

Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee, 

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb. 

No. a. 
Thus heavenly hope is all serene, 

But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, 
Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, 
As false and fleeting as 'tis fair. 

On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope 

1 Written by Ann Taylor. 

2 Altered in later editions to 

No workman's steel, no ponderous axes rung, 
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung. 


From Greenland's icy mountains, 

From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Koll clown their golden sand. Missionary Hymn, 

Though every prospect pleases, 
And only man is vile. ibid. 

I see them on their winding way, 
About their ranks the moonbeams play. 

Lines written to a March. 

Free-livers on a small scale, who are prodigal within 

the COmpaSS of a guinea. The Stout Gentleman. 

The almighty dollar, 1 that great object of universal de- 
votion throughout* our land, seems to have no genuine 
devotees in these peculiar villages. The Creole Village. 

LEIGH HUNT. 1784-1859. 

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !) 
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace. 

Abou Ben Adhem* 

Write me as one who loves his fellow-men. ibid. 
And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. ibid. 

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, 

Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook ! 

Politics and Poetics, 

With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks 
To lie and read in, sloping into brooks. 

The Story of Rimt*i 
* See Jonson, page 178. 



How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, 
When fond recollection presents them to view. 

The Old Oaken Bucket. 

Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, 

And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well. ibid. 

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, 
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. 


A wet sheet and a flowing sea, 

A wind that follows fast, 
And fills the white and rustling sail, 

And bends the gallant mast. 
And bends the gallant mast, my boys, 

While like the eagle free 
Away the good ship flies, and leaves 

Old England on the lee. 

A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea. 

While the hollow oak our palace is, 
Our heritage the sea. lUd. 

When looks were fond and words were few. 

Poet's Bridal-day Song. 

SIR W. F. P. NAPIER. 1785-1860. 

Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every 
helmet caught some gleams of glory ; but the British sol- 
dier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No 
honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to 
the applauses of his countrymen ; bis life of danger and 
hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed. 

Peninsular War (1810). Vol. . Booh vi. Chap. Hi 


JOHK PIERPONT. 1785-1866. 

A weapon that comes down as still 
As snowflakes fall upon the sod ; 

But executes a freeman's will, 
As lightning does the will of God; 

And from its force nor doors nor locks 

Can shield you, ? t is the ballot-box. 

A Word from a Petitioner* 

From every place below the skies 
The grateful song, the fervent prayer, 

The incense of the heart, 1 may rise 
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 

Every Place a Temple. 

BRYAN W. PROCTER. 1787-1874. 

The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! 

The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! The Sea. 

I ? m on the sea ! 1 7 m on the sea ! 

I am where I would ever be, 

With the blue above and th% blue below, 

And silence wheresoever I go. nid 

I never was on the dull, tame shore, 
But I loved the great sea more and more. 

Touch us gently, Time ! 2 

Let us glide adown thy stream 
Gently, as we sometimes glide 

Through a quiet dream. Touch us ffent ^ 

* See Cotton, page 382. 2 See Crabbe? page ^ 

BYRON. 509 

LOKD BYBOK 1788-1824 

Farewell ! if ever fondest prayer 
For other's weal avail'd on high, 

Mine will not all be lost in air, 
But waft thy name beyond the sky. 

Farewell! if ever fondest Prayer, 

I only know we loved in vain ; 

I only feel farewell ! farewell ! 2bid. 

When we two parted 

In silence and tears, 
Half broken-hearted, 

To sever for years. 

When we Two parted. 

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. 

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 0. 

'T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print ; 

A book 7 s a book, although there J s nothing in J t. Line si. 

With just enough of learning to misquote. Line 66. 

As soon 

Seek roses in December, ice in June ; 
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff ; 
Believe a woman or an epitaph, 
Or any other thing that 's false, before 
You trust in critics. Line 75. 

Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms. Line 326. 
Oh, Amos Cottle ! Phoebus ! what a name ! Line 399. 

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, 
ISTo 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. 1 

Line $2$. 

i See Waller, pages 219-220. 

540 BYRON. 

Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, 
And decorate the verse herself inspires : 
This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest, - 
Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best. 

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 839. 

Maid of Athens, ere we part, 
Give, oh give me back my heart ! 

Maid of Athens 

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one. 

C/dlde Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. stanza 5. 

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men. 

Stanza 7. 

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, 

And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair. 

Stanza 9. 

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. 

Stanza 20, 

Might shake the saintship of an anchorite. stanza u. 

Adieu ! adieu ! my native shore 

Fades o'er the waters blue. Stama 13 

My native land, good night ! 1Ud 

(^Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see 

What Heaven hath done for this delicious land. 

Stanza 15. 

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. 

Stanza 20. 

By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see 

For one who hath no friend, no brother there, stanza 40, 

Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs 

Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings. 1 

Stanza 82. 

1 Medio de fonte leporum 
***" aHquid quod in ipsis floribus a gat 

bitter ' 

BYRON. 541 

War, war is still the cry, " war even to the knife ! " 1 

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza $6. 

Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were. 

Canto ii. Stanza 2. 

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour ! /&</. 

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power. 

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. 2 stanza 6. 

Ah, happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ? 

Stanza 23 

None are so desolate but something dear, 

Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd 

A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. stanza 24. 

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, 
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, 
And roam along, the world's tired denizen, 
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless. 

Stanza 26. 

Coop'd in their winged, sea-girt citadel. Stanza 28. 

Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! 
Immortal, though no more ! though fallen, great ! 

Stanza 73. 

Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not, 

Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow ? 

Stanza 76. 

A thousand years scarce serve to form a state : 

An hour may lay it in the dust. stanza 84. 

Land of lost gods and godlike men. stanza 85. 

Where'er we tread, J t is haunted, holy ground, stanza 88. 
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon. 


1 War even to the knife ** was the reply of Palafox, the governor of 
Saragossa, when summoned to surrender by the French, who besieged that 
city in 1808. 

2 See Waller, page 221. 

542 BYRON. 

Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart. 

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto Hi. Stanza jf, 

Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! 
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed 
That knows his rider. stanza & 

I am as a weed 

Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail 
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath 

He who grown aged in this world of woe, 

In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, 1 

So that no wonder waits him. stanza 5. 

Years steal 

Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb, 
And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. 


There was a sound of revelry by night, 

And Belgium's capital had gathered then 

Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright 

The lamps shone o j er fair women and brave men. 

A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when 

Music arose with its voluptuous swell, 

Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, 

And all went merry as a marriage bell. stanza 22- 

But- hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell r 

Did ye not hear it ? No ! ; t was but the wind, 

Or the ear rattling o'er the stony street. 

On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; 

No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet 

To chase the -glowing hours with flying feet. stanza 22, 

He rush'd into the field, and foremost fighting fell. 

Stanza 23. 

And there was mounting in hot haste. stanza 25 r 

1 See Sheridan, page 443. 

BYRON. 543 

Or whispering with white lips, " The foe ! They come ! 
they coine ! " 

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto Hi. Stanza 25, 

Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, 

Over the unreturning brave. stanza 27. 

Battle's magnificently stern array. Stanw 2$, 

And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on. 

Stanza 32. 

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. stanza 42. 

He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find 

The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; 

He who surpasses or subdues mankind 

Must look down on the hate of those below. stanza 45. 

All tenantless, save to the crannying wind. Stanza 47. 

The castled crag of Drachenfels 

Frowns o ? er the wide and winding Khine. Stanza &?: 

He had kept 
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. 

Stanza 57. 

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity 

Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. 

Stanza 70. 

By the blue rushing of the arrowy Khone. stanza 71. 

I live not in myself, but I become 

Portion of that around me ; l and to me 

High mountains are a feeling, but the hum 

Of human cities torture. Stanza 7s. * 

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing 

To waft me from distraction. Stanza 85. 

On the ear 
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar. stanza 86< 

l I am a part of all that I have met. TENNYSON : Ulysses. 

544 BYRON. 

All is concentred in a life intense, 

Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, 

But hath a part of being. 

Childe, Harokl's Pilgrimage. Canto Hi. Stanza, 89, 

In solitude, where we are least alone, 1 stanza 90. 

The sky is changed, and such a change ! O night 

And storm and darkness ! ye are wondrous strong, 

Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light 

Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, 

From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, 

Leaps the live thunder. Stanza 92m 

Exhausting thought, 
And hiring wisdom with each studious year. stanza 107. 

Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer. /^; 

I have not loved the world, nor the world me. 2 stanza us- 

I stood 

Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud 
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts. /^ 

I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, 

A palace and a prison on each hand. C anto iv. Stanza i. 

Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles. 


Venice once was dear, 
The pleasant place of all festivity, 
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy. 8tanssa 3 

.The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree 
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. 
I should have known what fruit would spring from such 
a seed. 

Stanza 10. 

1 See Gibbon, page 430. 

2 Good bye, proud world,- I 'm #oing home, 

Thou art not my friend, and I 'm not thine. 
See Johnson, page 3T4. EMERSON : Good Bye, proua World 



Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo, 

The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe ! J 

Chitde Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto It?. Stanza 12. 

There are some feelings time cannot benumb, 

Nor torture shake. Stanza w. 

Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly 

bound. Stanza 23. 

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, 

The mourn' d, the loved, the lost, too many, yet how 

few ! Stanza 24* 

Parting day 

Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues 
With a new colour as it gasps away, 
The last still loveliest, till J t is gone, and all is gray. 

Stanza 2$ t 

The Ariosto of the North. stanza 40. 

Italia ! Italia ! thou who hast 

The fatal gift of beauty. 2 stanza 42. 

The air around with beauty. stanza 49. 

Let these describe the undescribable. Stanza 53. 

The starry Galileo with his woes. stanza 54. 

Ungrateful Florence ! Dante sleeps afar, 

Like Seipio, buried by the upbraiding shore. stanza 57. 

The poetry of speech. Stanza 58. 

The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, 

And boil in endless torture. Stanza 69. 

Then farewell Horace, whom I hated so, 

Not for thy faults, but mine. stanza 77. 

1 See Wordsworth, page 474. 

2 A translation of the famous sonnet of Filicaja: "Italia, Italia I tu cui 
feo la sorte." 


546 BYRON, 

Borne ! my country ! city of the soul ! 

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 78* 

The Niobe of nations ! there she stands. stanza 79. 

Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, 
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind. 

Stanza 98. 

Heaven gives its favourites early death. 1 stanza 202. 

History, with all her volumes vast, 

Hath but one page. stanza ws. 

Man ! 
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. Stanza 109. 

Tully was not so eloquent as thou, 

Thou nameless column with the buried base. Stanza no. 

Egeria ! sweet creation of some heart 

Which found no mortal resting-place so fair 

As thine ideal breast. Stanza 115. 

The nympholepsy of some fond despair. md. 

Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth. 


Alas ! our young affections run to waste, 
Or water but the desert. Stanza 120f 

I see before me the gladiator lie. stanza uo. 

There were his young barbarians all at play ; 
There was their Dacian mother : he, their sire, 
Butcher'd to make a Eoman holiday ! Stanza ui. 

t{ While stands the Coliseum, Borne shall stand ; 

When falls the Coliseum, Borne shall fall ; 

And when Borne falls the world." 2 Stanza 14St 

1 See Wordsworth, page 478. 

3 LJteraJh- the exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century. 

BYRON. 547 

Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou ? 
Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead ? 
Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low 
Some less majestic, less beloved head? 

Childe Harold's Pilgrimage* Canto iv. Stanza 168. 

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place/ 

"With one fair spirit for iny minister, 

That I might all forget the human race, 

And hating no one, love but only her ! Stanza 177. 

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods ; 

There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; 

There is society, where none intrudes, 

By the deep sea, and music in its roar : 

I love not man the less, but Mature more. Stanza 173. 

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! 

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; 

Man marks the earth with ruin, his control 

Stops with the shore. stanza 179. 

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, 
Without a grave, unknelPd, uncomVd, and unknown. 2 


Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, 
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. 8 

Stanza 182. 

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form 
Glasses itself in tempests. . stanza iss, 

And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy 
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be 
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy 

1 See Cowper, page 418. 

2 See Pope, page 341. 

3 And thou vast ocean, on whose awful face 
Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace. 

EGBERT MONTGOMERY: The Omnipresence of the Deity. 

548 BYRON. 

I wantoned with thy breakers, 

And trusted to thy billows far and near, 

And laid my hand upon thy mane, as I do here. 1 

Ckilde, Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto aV Stanza 184. 

And what is writ is writ, 
Would it were worthier ! Stanza iss. 

Farewell ! a word that must be, and hath been, 
A sound which makes us linger ; yet farewell ! 

Stanza 186. 

Hands promiscuously applied, 
Bound the slight waist, or down the glowing side. 

The Waltz. 

He who hath bent him o'er the dead 

Ere the first day of death is fled, 

The first dark day of nothingness, 

The last of danger and distress, 

Before decay's effacing fingers 

Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. 

The Giaour. Line 68. 

Such is the aspect of this shore ; 

'T is Greece, but living Greece no more ! 

So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, 

We start, for soul is wanting there. Line ^ 

Shrine of the mighty ! can it be 
That this is all remains of thee ? 

For freedom's battle, once begun, 

Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, 

Though baffled oft, is ever won. Line 123, 

And lovelier things have mercy shown 
To every failing but their own ; 
And every woe a tear can claim, 
Except an erring sister's shame. 

Line 418. 

1 He laid his hand upon " the ocean's mane," 
And plaj-ed familiar with his hoary locks. 

POLLOK : The Course of Time, book iv. line 389. 

BYRON. 549 

The keenest pangs the wretched find 

Are rapture to the dreary void, 
The leafless desert of the mind, 

The waste of feelings unemployed. 

The Giaour. Line 957 

Better to sink beneath the shock 

Than moulder piecemeal on the rock. Line 969 

The cold in clime are cold in blood. 

Their love can scarce deserve the name. 

Line 1099. 

I die, but first I have possessed, 

And come what may, I have been bless'd. 

Line 1114. 

She was a form of life and light 
That seen, became a part of sight, 
And rose, where'er I turned mine eye, 
The morning-star of memory ! 
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven ; 

A spark of that immortal fire 
With angels shared, by Alia given, 

To lift from earth our low desire. Line 1127. 

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle 
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ; 

Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, 
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime ? l 

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1. 

Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, 
And all save the spirit of man is divine ? md. 

Who hath not proved how feebly words essay 
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? 
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight 
Faints into dimness with its own delight, 

1 Know'st them the land where the lemon-trees bloom, 
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, 
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, 
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose ! 

GOETHE: Wilkelm Mei&ter* 

550 BYRON. 

His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess 
The might, the majesty of loveliness ? 

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 6, 

The light of love, 1 the purity of grace, 

The mind, the music breathing from her face, 2 

The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, 

And oh, that eye was in itself a soul ! j-bid. 

The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle. Canto u. Stanza & 

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, 

The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, 

And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray ! Stanza 20+ 

He makes a solitude, and calls it peace ! 8 /^ 

Hark ! to the hurried question of despair : 

" Where is my child ? " an echo answers, " Where ? 4 

Stanza 27. 

The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse. 

The Corsair. Preface. 

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, 
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, 
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, 6 
Survey our empire, and behold our home ! 
These are our realms, no limit to their sway, _ 
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. 

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza I. 

Oh who can tell, save he whose Heart hath tried. - nid. 

She walks the waters like a thing of life, 

And seems to dare the elements to strife. stanza 3. 

1 See Gray, page 382. 

2 See Lovelace, page 259. Browne, page 218. 

* Solitudmem facinnt, pacem appellant (They make solitude, which they 
call peace). TACITUS: Agricola, c. 30. 

*# P l aC ^ f u my Mrth ' and m ' ed ' " The friends of v youth, 
j And f h ans ^ red > " Where are they ? - Arabic MS. 
niJl, page 413. 

u ? ir , e wm ta drea(!fa1 ' because their sh! P s ^' 


^ Waft them --DALEYMPLE : Memoirs, 

BYRON. 551 

The power of thought, the magic of the mind ! 

The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8. 

The many still must labour for the one. ibid. 

There was a laughing devil in his sneer.' stanza 9. 

Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell ! md, 

Farewell ! 

Tor in that word, that fatal word, howe'er 
We promise, hope, believe, there breathes despair. 

Stanza 15. 

To words suffice the secret soul to show, 

For truth denies all eloquence to woe. Canto t. Stanza 22. 

He left a corsair's name to other times, 
Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes. 1 

Stanza 24. 

Lord of himself, that heritage of woe ! 

Lara. Canto i. Stanza 2. 

She walks in beauty, like the night 
Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; 

And all that 's best of dark and bright 
Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; 

Thus mellow'd to that tender light 
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. 2 

Hebrew Melodies. She walks in Beauty. 

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold. 

The Destruction of Sennacherib. 

It is the hour when from the boughs 
The nightingale's high note is heard ; 

It is the hour when lovers' vows 

Seem sweet in every whispered word. 

Parisina. Stanza 1. 

1 See Burton, page 186. 

2 The subject of these lines was Mrs. R. Wilmot. Berry Memoirs, voL 
Hi. p. 7. 

552 BYRON. 


Yet in my lineaments they trace 
Some features of my father's face. 

Parisina, Stanza 13, 

Fare thee well ! and if forever, 
Still forever fare thee well. Fare thee well. 

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. 1 A Sketch, 

In the desert a fountain is springing, 
In the wide waste there still is a tree, 

And a bird in the solitude singing, 
Which speaks to my spirit of thee. 

Stanzas to Augusta, 

The careful pilot of my proper woe. 

Epistle to Augusta. Stanza 3. 

When all of genius which can perish dies. 

Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 22. 

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame. Line 68. 

Who track the steps of glory to the grave. 

Line 74. 

Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man, 

And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan. 2 Line U7. 

God ! it is a fearful thing 

To see the human soul take wing 

In any shape, in any mood. 

Prisoner of Chillon. Stanza 8. 

And both were young, and one was beautiful. 

The Dream. Stanza 2 t 

And to his eye 

There was but one beloved face on earth, 
And that was shining on him. 7%^ 

1 See Congreve, page 294. 

2 Natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stamps (Nature made him, and then broke 
the mould), ARIOSTO: Orlando Furioso, canto x. stanza 84. 

The idea that Nature lost the perfect mould has been a favorite one with 
all song-writers and poets, and is found in the literature of all European 
nations. Book of English Songs, p. 28. 

BYRON. 553 

She was his life, 
The ocean to the river of his thoughts/ 

Which terminated all. The Dream. Stanza 2. 

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. stanza 3. 

And they were canopied by the blue sky, 

So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful 

That God alone was to be seen in heaven. stanza 4. 

There J s not a joy the world can give like that it takes 

away. Stanzas for Music. 

I had a dream which was not all a dream. Darkness 

My boat is on the shore, 

And my bark is on the sea ; 
But before I go, Tom Moore, 

Here 's a double health to thee ! 

To Thomas Moore. 

Here 's a sigh to those who love me, 
And a smile to those who hate ; 

And whatever sky 7 s above me, 
Here J s a heart for every fate. 2 ibid. 

Were 't the last drop in the well, 

As I gasp'd upon the brink, 
Ere my fainting spirit fell 

; T is to thee that I would drink. jtnd. 

So we ? 11 go no more a-roving 
So late into the night. So we # go. 

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains ; 

They crowned him long ago 
On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, 

With a diadem of snow. Manfred. Act \. Sc. i. 

1 She floats upon the river of his thoughts. LONGFELLOW; The Spanish 
Student, act ii sc, 3. 

2 With a heart for any fate. LONGFELLOW : A Psalm of Life. 

554 BYRON. 

But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns; we, 
Half dust, half deity, alike unfit 

To Sink Or soar. Manfred. Act i. Sc. 2. 

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time ? 

It doth ; but actions are our epochs. Act a. Sc. i. 

The heart ran o'er 

With silent worship of the great of old ! 
The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule 
Our spirits from their urns. Act Hi, Sc. 4, 

Which makes life itself a lie, 
Flattering dust with eternity. Sardampdus. Act i. Sc. 2. 

By all that J s good and glorious. /^ 

I am the very slave of circumstance 

And impulse, borne away with every breath ! 

Act iv. Sc, 1. 

The dust we tread upon was once alive. 

For most men (till by losing rendered sager) 
Will back their own opinions by a wager. 

Beppo. Stanza, 27. 

Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto, 

Wished him five fathom under the Rialto. stanza 32. 

His heart wa^s one of those which most enamour us, 

Wax to receive, and marble to retain. 1 stanza 34. 

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. 

Stanza 39. 

That soft bastard Latin, 
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, stanza 44. 

Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, 

Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. stanza 45. 

Mirkh and Innocence ! milk and water ! 

Ye happy mixtures of more happy days. stanza so. 

* My beart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble 
to retain. CERVAKTES : Th e Little C 

BYRON. 555 

And if we do but watch the hour, 

There never yet was human power 

Which could evade, if unforgiven, 

The patient search and vigil long 

Of him who treasures up a wrong. Mazeppa. Stanza 20, 

They never fail who die 

In a great cause. Marino Faliero, Act . c, 2. 

Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones^ 
Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones. 

Aye of Bronze. Stanza 3, 

I loved my country, and I hated him. 

The Vision of Judgment. IxxxiH. 

Sublime tobacco ! which from east to west 
Cheers the tar ? s labour or the Turkman's rest 

The Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19. 

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe 

When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe ; 

Like other charmers, wooing the caress 

More dazzlingly when daring in full dress ; 

Yet thy true lovers more admire by far 

Thy naked beauties give me a cigar ! ibvL 

My days are in the yellow leaf ; 

The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; 
The worm, the canker, and the grief 

Are mine alone ! On my Thirty-sixth Tear. 

Brave men were living before Agamemnon. 1 

Don Juan. Canto f. St'inza 5. 

In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, 

Save thine " incomparable oil," Macassar ! stanza 17, 

But, oh ye lords of ladies intellectual, 

Inform us truly, have they not henpeck'd you all ? 

Stanza 22 

i Vixerunt fortes ante Agamemnona 

HORACE : Ode iv. 9. 25. 

556 BYRON. 

The languages, especially the dead, 
The sciences, and most of all the abstruse, 

The arts, at least all such as could be said 
To be the most remote from common use. 

Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 4&, 

Her stature tall, I hate a dumpy woman. stanza ei. 

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded 
That all the Apostles would have done as they did. 

Stanza S3. 

And whispering, " I will ne'er consent/' consented. 

Stanza 117* 

? T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark 
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home ; 

J T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark 
Our coming, and look brighter when we come. 

Stanza 123* 

Sweet Is revenge especially to women. Stanza 124 

And truant husband should return, and say, 

" My dear, I was the first who came away/ stanza ui 

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 

? T is woman's whole existence. Stanza ^ 

In my hot youth, when George the Third was king. 

Stanza 212: 

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice 

I think I must take up with avarice. 1 Stmza m 

What is the end of fame ? >T is but to fill 
A certain portion of uncertain paper. Stanza 21 ^ 

At leaving even the most unpleasant people 
And places, one keeps looking at the steeple. 

fr . Canto ii. Stanza 14. 

There s nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms 
AS rum and true religion. 

Stanza 34. 
1 See Middleton, page 173. 



A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry 
Of some strong swimmer in his agony. 

Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 53. 

All who joy would win 
Must share it, happiness was born a twin. stanza 172. 

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, 
Sermons and soda-water the day after. Stanza 173. 

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love. Siama ise 

Alas, the love of women ! it is known 

To be a lovely and a fearful thing. stanza m. 

In her first passion woman loves her lover : 
In all the others, all she loves is love. 1 

Canto in. Stanza 3. 

He was the mildest manner'd man 
That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat. stanza 41. 

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! 
Where burning Sappho loved and sung. 

Eternal summer gilds them yet, 

But all except their sun is set. Stanza 86. i, 

The mountains look on Marathon, 

And Marathon looks on the sea ; 
.And musing there an hour alone, 

I dreamed that Greece might still be free. Stanza 86. 3, 

Earth ! render back from out thy breast 

A remnant of our Spartan dead ! 

Of the three hundred grant but three 

To make a new Thermopylae. stanza 86. r. 

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, 
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? 

1 Dans les premieres passions les femmes aiment 1'amant, et dans les 
:&utres elles aiment t'amour. ROCHEFOUCAULD: Maxim 471. 

558 BYRON. 

Of two such lessons, why forget 

The nobler and the manlier one ? 
You have the letters Cadmus gave, 
Think ye he meant them for a slave ? 

Don Juan. Canto in. Stanza 86.1& 

Place me on Sunium's marbled steep., 

Where nothing save the waves and I 
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; 

There, swan-like, let me sing and die. 1 stanza 86. 16* 

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, 

Falling like dew upon a thought, produces 
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. 

Stanza 88+ 

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns. 

Stanza 208 ' 

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 

T is that I may not weep. Canto iv, stanza 4. 

The precious porcelain of human clay. 2 Stanza 11* 

* Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore. 8 

Stanza 12* 

Perhaps the early grave 
Which men weep over may be meant to save. ibid* 

And her face so fair 
Stirred with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air. 4 

Stanza 29- 

These two hated with a hate 
Found only on the stage. Stanza 93* 

" Arcades ambo," id est, blackguards both. Stanza 93* 

I ? ve stood upon Achilles' tomb, 
And heard Troy doubted : time will doubt of Borne. 

Stanza 10L 

1 See Shakespeare, page 63. 
* See Dryden, page 277. 
See Wordsworth, page 479. 

4 All her innocent thoughts 
Like rose-leaves scatter' d. 

JOHN WILSON : On the Death of a Child. (1812.) 

BYRON. 559 

Oh darkly, deeply, beautifully blue ! " 1 
As some one somewhere sings about the sky. 

Don Juan. Canto Iv. Stanza HO 

There y s not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, 
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine. 

Canto v. Stanza 5. 

But all have prices, 
From crowns to kicks, according to their vices. 2 

Stanza 27. 

And puts himself upon his good behaviour. stanza 47. 

That all-softening, overpowering knell, 

The tocsin of the soul, the dinner bell. stanza 49. 

The women pardon' d all except her face. Stanza 113* 

Heroic, stoic Cato, the sententious, 

Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensius. 

Canto m. Stanza 7. 

A " strange coincidence/' to use a phrase 

By which such things are settled nowadays. stanza 78. 

The drying up a single tear has more 

Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore. 

Canto riii. Stanza 3. 

Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt 

In the despatch : I knew a man whose loss 

Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose. 

^ Stanza IS. 

What a strange thing is man ! and what a stranger 

Is woman ! Canto ix. Stanza 64. 

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter. 

Canto x. Stanza 24. 

Oh for a forty-parson power I stanza 34 

1 See Southey, page 507. 

2 See Robert Walpole, page 304. 

560 BYRON. 

When Bishop Berkeley said " there was no matter," 
And proved it, ? t was no matter what he said. 1 

Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 1. 

And after all, what is a lie ? ; T is but 
The truth in masquerade. stanza 37. 

*T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, 

Should let itself be snulfcl out by an article. stanza, 59. 

Of all tales 't is the saddest, and more sad, 

Because it makes us smile. canto xUL stanza 9, 

Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away. stanza 21. 

Society is now one polish'd horde, 

Formed of two mighty tribes, the Sores and Bored. 

Stanza 95, 

All human history attests 

That happiness for man, the hungry sinner ! 
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. 2 

Stanza 9d. 

*T is strange, but true ; for truth is always strange, 
Stranger than fiction. C anto xiv. Stanza 101. 

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, 
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice, 

Canto xv, Stanza 13. 

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, 
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. 

Stanza 43, 

Friendship is Love without his wings. 

DAmitie est V Amour sans Ailes. 

I awoke one morning and found myself famous. 

Memoranda from his Life, by Moore, Chap. xiv. 

iWnatismmd? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. T H 

ff*? rT ^i MaSter f Univ6rsit ^ r Colle S e Scl1001 )- On the authority 
oi r. J. UiirmvalL 

* For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he 
does of his dinner. - fiozzi .- Anecdotes of Samuel Johnson, p. 149, 


The best of prophets of the future is the past. 

Letter, Jan. 28, 1821, 

What say you to such a supper with such a woman ? l 

Note to a Letter on Bowlers Stricture*. 

WILLIAM KNOX, 1789-1825. 

Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? 

Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, 

A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, 

He passes from life to his rest in the grave. 3 Mortality* 

ALFBED BUNK 1790-1860. 

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls. 
With vassals and serfs at my side. 

The light of other days 4 is faded, 
And all their glories past. 

The heart bowed down by weight of woe 

To weakest hope will cling. Song. 

HALLECK. 1790-1867. 

Strike for your altars and your fires ! 
Strike for the green graves of your sires ! 
God, and your native land 1 Marco 

See Lady Montagu, page 350. 

Abraham Lincoln was very ; fond of repeating tfcese fines. 

From Knox's " Songs of Israel," 1824. 

See Moore, page 523. 



Come to the bridal chamber. Death i 
Come to the mother's, when she feels 
For the first time her first-born's breath I 

Come when the blessed seals 
That close the pestilence are broke, 
And crowded cities wail its stroke ! 
Come in consumption's ghastly form, 
The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ! 
Come when the heart beats high and warm, 

With banquet song, and dance, and wine 1 
And thou art terrible ! the tear, 
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, 
And all we know or dream or fear 

Of agony are thine. Marco JBozzaris. 

But to the hero, when his sword 

Has won the battle for the free, 
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ; 
And in its hollow tones are heard 

The thanks of millions yet to be. xbid. 

One of the few, the immortal names, 
That were not born to die. 2tid 

Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines, 
Shrines to no code or creed confined, 

The Delphian vales, the Palestines, 
The Meccas of the mind. ttrnA 

Green be the turf above thee, 

Friend of my better days ! 
Kone knew thee but to love thee, 1 

Kor named thee but to praise. 

On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake. 

There is an evening twilight of the heart, 
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest. 

1 See Rogers, page 455. 


They love their land because it is their own, 
And scorn to give aught other reason why ; 

Would shake hands with a king upon his throne. 

And think it kindness to his Majesty. Connecticut. 

This bank-note world. Mnwick Castle. 

Lord Stafford mines for coal and salt, 
The Duke of Norfolk deals in- malt, 

The Douglas in red herrings. ibid. 

CHAELES WOLFE. 1791-1823. 

!N"ot a drum was heard ? not a funeral note, 
As his corse to the rampart we hurried. 

The Burial of Sir John Moore. 

But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, 
With his martial cloak around him. 

Slowly and sadly we laid him down, 

From the field of his fame fresh and gory j 

We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, 
But we left him alone with his glory. ibid. 

If I had thought thou eouldst have died, 

I might not weep for thee ;' 
But I forgot, when by thy side, 

That thou eouldst mortal be. TO Mary. 

Yet there was round thee such a dawn 

Of light, ne'er seen before, 
As fancy never could have drawn, 

And never can restore. 

Go, forget me ! why should sorrow 

O'er that brow a shadow fling ? 
Go, forget me, and to-morrow 

Brightly smile and sweetly sing ! 
Smile, though I shall not be near thee ; 
Sing, though I shall never hear thee ! 

orget me! 


HENEY HART MILMAN. 1791-1868. 
And the cold marble leapt to life a god. 

The Belvedere Apollo. 

Too fair to worship, too divine to love. ibid, 

CHAELES SPRAGUE. 1791-1875. 

Lo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, 

Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age. Curiosity. 

Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends, 

An incarnation of fat dividends. 2bid. 

Behold ! in Liberty's unclouded blaze 
We lift our heads, a race of other days. 

Centennial Ode. Stanza 22, 

Yes, social friend, I love thee well, 

In learned doctors' spite ; 
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, 

And lap me in delight. TO my Cigar. 


Then black despair, 

The shadow of a starless night, was thrown 
Orer the world in which I moved alone. 

The Revolt of Jslam, Dedication, Stanza 6. 

With hue like that when some great painter dips 
His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. 

Canto v. Stanza 23. 

The awful shadow of some unseen Power 

s, thtf unseen, amongst us. Hymn to intellects Beauty. 


The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame 

Over his living head like heaven is bent, 

An early but enduring monument, 

Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song 

In sorrow. Mon&u. xxx. 

A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift. xxxii. 

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, 

Stains the white radiance of eternity. in. 


Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed 
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, 
Each like a corpse within its grave, until 
Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow 
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth. Ode to the West 

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams 

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, 
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams 

Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, 
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers 

Quivering within the wave's intenser day, 
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers 

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them. 

That orbed maiden with white fire laden, 
Whom mortals call the moon. The Cloud, iv. 

We look before and after, 

And pine for what is not ; 
Our sincerest laughter 

With some pain is fraught ; 
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. 

To a Skylark. Line 86. 

Kings are like stars, they rise and set, they have 
The worship of the world, but no repose. 1 

Hellas. Line 196. 
1 See Bacon, page 166. 


The moon of Mahomet 
Arose, and it shall set ; 

While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, 
The cross leads 'generations on. Hellas. Line 221. 

The world's great age begins anew, 

The golden years return, 
The earth doth like a snake renew 

Her winter weeds outworn. Une weo, 

What ! alive, and so bold, earth ? 

Written on hearing the News of the Death of Napoleon* 

All love is sweet, 

Given or returned. Common as light is love, 
And its familiar voice wearies not ever. 

They who inspire it most are fortunate, 
As I am now j but those who feel it most 

Are happier Still. 1 Prometheus Unbound. Act & Sc. 6. 

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see 
The work of their own hearts, and this must be 
Our chastisement or recompense. 

Julian and Maddalo. Line 482, 

Most wretched men 
Are cradled into poetry by wrong : 
They learn in suffering what they teach in song. 2 

Line 544. 

I could lie down like a tired child, 
And weep away the life of care 
Which I have borne, and yet must bear. 

Stanzas written in Dejection, near Naples, Stanza 4. 

Peter was dull ; he was at first 

Bull, oh so dull, so very dull ! 
Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed, 
Still with this dulness was he cursed ! 

Dull, beyond all conception, dull. 

Peter Bell the Third. Partvii.xi 

V Th* pleasure of love is in loving. We are much happier in the passion 
ire feel than in that we inspire. ROCHEFOUCAULD : Maxim 259. 
* See Butler, page 216. 


A lovely lady, garmented in light 
From Her own beauty. 

The Witch of Atlas. Stanza $, 

Music, when soft voices die, 
Vibrates in the memory ; 
Odours, when sweet violets sicken, 
Live within the sense they quicken. 

Music, when soft Voices die. 

I love tranquil solitude 

And such society 
As is quiet, wise, and good. 

Rarely, rarely comest Thou. 

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing 

A tone 

Of some world far from ours, 
Where music and moonlight and feeling 

Are one. To Jane. The keen Stars were twinkling* 

The desire of the moth for the star, 

Of the night for the morrow, 
The devotion to something afar 

From the sphere of our sorrow. 

One Word is too of ten profaned. 

You lie under a mistake, 1 . 
For this is the most civil sort of lie 
That can be given to a man's face. I now 
Say what T think. 

Translation of Calderon's Magico Prodigioso. Scene i. 

How wonderful is Death ! 

Death and his brother Sleep. Queen Mab. i. 

Power, like a desolating pestilence, 

Pollutes whatever it touches ; and obedience, 

Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, 

Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame 

A mechanized automaton. #* 

1 See Swift, page 292. 


Heaven's ebon vault 
Studded with stars unutterably bright, 
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, 
Seems like a canopy which love has spread 
To curtain her sleeping world. Q ueen j^ a ^ iVi 

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended in- 
spiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which 
futurity casts upon the present. 1 A Defence of Poetry. 

J. HOWARD PAYNE. 1792-1852. 

'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, 
Be it ever so humble, there 7 s no place like home ; 2 
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, 
Which sought through the world is ne'er met with else- 

An exile from home splendour dazzles in vain, 
Oh give me my lowly thatched cottage again ; 
The birds singing gayly, that came at my call, 
Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all. 

Home, Sweet Home. (From the opera of '< Clari the 
Maid of Milan.") 

SEBA SMITH. 1792-1868. 

The cold winds swept the mountain-height, 
And pathless was the dreary wild, 

And 'mid the cheerless hours of night 
A mother wandered with her child : 

As through the drifting snows she press'd, 

The babe was sleeping on her breast. 

The Snow Storm. 
1 See Coleridge, page 504. 
f . Homc is hom e, though it be never so homely. CLARKE : Parcemio- 


JOHN KEBLE. 1792-1866. 

The trivial round, the common task, 

Would furnish all we ought to ask. Morning. 

Why should we faint and fear to live alone, 
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die ? 

Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, 
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh. 

The Christian Ytar. Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity. 

? T is sweet, as year by year we lose 
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse 
How grows in Paradise our store, 

Burial of the Dead. 

Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without Thee I cannot live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without Thee I dare not die, 

FELICIA D. HEMANS. 1794-1835. 

The stately homes of England, 

How beautiful they stand, 
Amid their tall ancestral trees, 

O'er all the pleasant land ! The Homes of England. 

The breaking waves dashed high 

On a stern and rock-bound coast, 
And the woods against a stormy sky 

Their giant branches tossed. 

Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers 

What sought they thus afar ? 

Bright jewels of the mine, 
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? 

They sought a faith's pure shrine, 

570 HEMANS. 

Ay, call it holy ground, 

The soil where first they trod : 
They have left unstained what there they f ound, 

Freedom to worship God. 

Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers, 

Through the laburnum's dropping gold 

Kose the light shaft of Orient mould, 

And Europe's violets, faintly sweet, 

Purpled the mossbeds at its feet. The Palm-Tree. 

They grew in beauty side by side, 

They filled one home with glee : 
Their graves are severed far and wide 

By mount and stream and sea. 

The Graves of a Household. 

Alas for love, if thou wert all, 
And naught beyond, Earth ! Im ^ 

The boy stood on the burning deck, 

Whence all but him had fled ; 
The flame that lit the battle's wreck 

Shone round him o'er the dead. Casablanca. 

Leaves have their time to fall, 
And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, 

* And stars to set ; but all, 
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, Death ! 

The Hour of Death. 

Come to the sunset tree ! 

The day is past and gone ; 
The woodman's axe lies free, 

And the reaper's work is done. 

Tyrolese Evening Song. 

In the busy haunts of men. 

Tale of the Secret Tribunal. Parti. 

Calm on the bosom of thy God, 
2Fair spirit, rest thee now ! 

Siege of Vakncia. Scene ix. 


Oh, call my brother back to me ! 

I cannot play alone : 
The summer comes with flower and bee, 

Where is my brother gone ? 

Tkt Child's First Grief. 

I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, 
And the larch has hung his tassels forth, 

The Voice of Spring. 

EDWARD EVERETT. 1794-1865. 

When I am dead, no pageant train 
Shall waste their sorrows at my bier, 

Nor worthless pomp of homage vain 

Stain it with hypocritic tear. Alaric ike Vtegafo. 

Ye shall not pile, with servile toil. 
Your monuments upon my breast, 

Nor yet within the common soil 

Lay down the wreck of power to rest, 

Where man can boast that he has trod 

On him that was " the scourge of God." 

But ye the mountain-stream shall turn, 

And lay its secret channel bare 
And hollow, for your sovereign's urn, 

A resting-place forever there. j^ 

No gilded dome swells from the lowly roof to catch 
the morning or evening beam; but the love and grati- 
tude of united America settle upon it in one eternal 
sunshine. From beneath that humble roof went forth 
the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who 
knew no glory but his country's good ; to that he re- 
turned, happiest when his work was done. There he 
lived in noble simplicity, there he died in glory and 
peace. While it stands, the latest generations of the 
grateful children of America will make this pilgrimage 


to it as to a shrine ; and when it shall fall, if fall it 
must, the memory and the name of Washington shall 
shed an eternal glory on the spot. 

Oration <w the Character of Washington. 


Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, 
Throws its last fetters off ; and who shall place 
A limit to the giant's unchained strength, 
Or curb his swiftness in the forward race ? 

The Ages, scxxiii. 

To him who in the love of Nature holds 

Communion with her visible forms, she speaks 

A various language. Thanatopsis. 

Go forth under the open sky, and list 

To Nature's teachings. jbid. 

The hills, . 
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun. j^d. 

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste. MM. 

All that tread 

The globe are but a handful to the tribes 
That slumber in its bosom. ' && 

So live, that when thy summons comes to join 

The innumerable caravan which moves l 

To that mysterious realm where each shall take 

His chamber in the silent halls of death, 

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, 

Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed 

By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave 

Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch 

About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. fiti 

1 The edition of 1821 read, 

The innumerable caravan that moves 

T0 the ]iale realms of shade, where each shall take. 


The groves were God's first temples. A Forest 

The stormy March has eome at last, 
With winds and clouds and changing skies ; 

I hear the rushing of the blast 

That through the snowy valley flies, 

But 'neath yon crimson tree 
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, 
ISTor mark, within its roseate canopy, 

Her blush of maiden shame. Autumn Woodt. 

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, 
Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown 

and sear. The Death of the Flowers. 

And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no 
more. JIM. 

Loveliest of lovely things are they 
On earth that soonest pass away. 
The rose that lives its little hour 
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower. 

A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson. 

The victory of endurance born. The Battle-Field. 

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again, 
The eternal years of God are hers ; 

But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, 
And dies among his worshippers. ibid. 


"When Freedom from her mountain-height 
Unfurled her standard to the air, 

She tore the azure robe of night, 
And set the stars of glory there. 

She mingled with its gorgeous dyes 

The milky baldric of the skies, 


And striped its pure, celestial white 
With streamings of the morning light. 

Hag of the free heart's hope and home ! 

By angel hands to valour given ! 
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, 

And all thy hues were born in heaven. 
Forever float that standard sheet ! 

Where breathes the foe but falls before us, 
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, 

And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? 

The American Flag, 

JOHK KEATS. 1795-1821. 

A thing of beauty is a joy forever ; 
Its loveliness increases ; it will never 

Pass into nothingness. Endymion. Boole t. 

He ne'er is crowned 
With immortality, who fears to follow 
Where airy voices lead. Book a. 

To sorrow 

I bade good-morrow, 
Ajid thought to leave her far away behind ; 

But cheerly, cheerly, 

She loves me dearly ; 
She is so constant to me, and so kind. Book w. 

So many, and so many, and such glee. ibid. 

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, 

Is Love, forgive us ! cinders, ashes, dust. 

Lamia, Part ii. 

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : 
We know her woof, her texture j she is given 
In the dull catalogue of common things. 
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. 

KEATS. 575 

Music's golden tongue 
Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. 

The Eve of St. Agnct Stanza 3. 

The silver snarling trumpets 7 gan to chide. Stanza 4. 

Asleep in lap of legends old. stanza 15. 

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, 
Flushing his brow. stanza 16. 

A poor, weak, palsy-stricken, churchyard thing. 

Stanza 28. 

As though a rose should shut and be a bud again. 

Stanza 27. 

And lucent sy rops, tinct with cinnamon. . Stanza 30. 

He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, 

In Provence calFd " La belle dame sans mercy." 

Stanza 33. 

That large utterance of the early gods ! Hyperion. Book i. 

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, 

Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, 

Bream, and so dream all night without a stir. /&& 

The clays of peace and slumberous calm are fled. Boole u. 

Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth ! 

Oh for a beaker full of the warm South, 

Full of the true, the blushful Hippoerene ! 

With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, 

And purple-Stained mouth. Ode to a Nightingale 

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home 
She stood in tears amid the alien corn; 

The same that ofttimes hath 
Charm' d magic easements, opening on the foam 
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 





Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time. 

Ode, on a Grecian Urw. 

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard 
Are sweeter ; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on, 

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, 
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. 

Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought 
As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! 

Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all 
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. 

In a drear-nighted December, 

Too happy, happy tree, 
Thy branches ne'er remember 

Their green felicity. 

Hear ye not the hum 

Of mighty workings ? Addressed to Haydon. Sonnet ax 

Much hare I travelled in the realms of gold, 

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; 

Round many western islands have I been 
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. 
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told 

That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne, 

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene 
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: 
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies 

When a new planet swims into his ken ; 
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes 

He stared at the Pacific, and all his men 
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise, 

Silent, upon a peak in Darien. 

On first looking into Chapman's H 

E'en like the passage of an angel's tear 
That falls through the clear ether silently. 

To One who has been long in Citypent*, 


The poetry of earth is never dead. 

On the Grasshopper and Cricket^ 

Here lies one whose name was writ in water. 1 


So his life has flowed 
From its mysterious urn a sacred stream, 
In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure 
Alone are mirrored ; which, though shapes of ill 
May hover round its surface, glides in light, 
And takes no shadow from them. jon. Aa i. Sc. i~ 

'T is a little thing 

To give a cup of water ; yet its draught 
Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips, 
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame 
More exquisite than when nectarean juice 
Henews the life of joy in happiest hours. gc. 2. 

THOMAS CAELYLE. 1795-1881. 

Except by name, Jean Paul Friedrich Bichter is little- 
known out of Germany. The only thing connected with 
him, we think, that has reached this country is his say- 
ingj imported by Madame de Stael, and thankfully 
pocketed by most newspaper critics, " Providence has 
given to the French the empire of the land; to the En- 
glish that of the sea; to the Germans that of the 

air ! " Rlchter. Edinburgh Series?, 1827. 

Literary men are ... a perpetual priesthood. 

State of German Literature Ibid. 

1 See Chapman, page 37. 

Among the many things he has requested of me to-night, this is the- 
principal, that on his gravestone shall be this inscription, RICHARI* 
MONCKTON MILNES : Life, Letters, and Literary Remains of John Keat*^ 
Letter to Severn, vol. il. p. 91- 



Clever men are good, but they are not the best. 

Goethe* Edinburgh Review, 1828. 

We are firm believers in the maxim that for all right 
judgment of any man or thing it is useful, nay, essential, 
to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad. 


How does the poet speak to men with power, but by 
being still more a man than they ? Burns, ibid. 

A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical 
impossibility. Md. 

His religion at best is an anxious wish, like that of 
Rabelais, a great Perhaps. ibid. 

We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some 
meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftes- 
bury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, 
that "ridicule is the test of truth." 1 

Voltaire. Foreign Review^ 1829. 

We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is 
unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one 
either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling 
than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration. 


There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom 
a biography, the life of a man ; also it may be said, there 
is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic 
poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed. 

Sir Walter Scott. London and Westminster Review, 1838. 

1 How comes it to pass, then, that we appear such cowards in reasoning, 
and are so afraid to stand the test of ridicule ? SHAFTESBURY : Charac- 
teristics. A Letter concerning Enthusiasm, sect. 2. 

Truth, 't is supposed, may bear all lights ; and one of those principal 
Eghts or natural mediums by which things are to be viewed in order to a 
thorough recognition is ridicule itself. SHAFTESBURY : Essay on the 
Freedom of Wit and Humour, sect. 1. 

'T was the saying of an ancient sage (Gorgias Leontinus, apud Aristotle's 
"Rhetoric/ 1 lib. in. c. 18), that humour was the only test of gravity, and 
gravity of humour. For a subject which would not bear raillery was "suspi- 
cions ; and a jest which would not bear a serious examination was certainly 
false wit. Ibid, sect 5. 

CAR&YLE. 579 

Silence is deep as Eternity, speech is shallow as Time. 

Sir Walter Scott. London and Westminster Review, 1839. 

To the very last, he [Napoleon] had a kind of idea ; 
that, namely, of la carriere ouverte aux talents, the 
tools to him that can handle them. 1 

Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, 
sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self- 
destructive one ! 

The uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, 
bears to the un uttered, unconscious part a small un- 
known proportion. He himself never knows it, much 
less do others. /#</. 

Literature is the Thought of thinking Souls. im. 

It can be said of him, when he departed he took a 
Man's life with him. 2s"o sounder piece of British man- 
hood was put together in that eighteenth century of 
Time. ibid. 

The eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it 
brought with it the means of seeing/ 7 

Varnkagen Von Ense's Memoirs, Md. 

Happy the people whose annals are blank in history- 

books. 2 Life of Frederick th e Great. Book xti. Chap. i. 

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprecken ist silbem, 
Schweigen ist golden, "Speech is silvern, Silence is 
golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of 
Time, Silence is of Eternity. 

Sartor Resartus. Boole Hi. Chap. iii. 

The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious 

of none. 3 Heroes and Hero- Worship. The ffero as a Prophet, 

1 Carlyle in his essay on Mirabeau, 1837, quotes this from a w New- 
England book," 

2 MONTESQUIEU: Aphorism. 

8 His only fault is that he has none. PLINY THE YOUNGER : Book ix 
Letter xxvi. 


In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time : the 
articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and 
material substance of it has altogether vanished like & 

dream. Heroes and Hero - Wordiip. The Hero as a Man of Letters* 

The true University of these days is a Collection of 

One life, _ a little gleam of time between two Eter- 
nities. Ibid.. 

Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man ; but for one 
man who can stand prosperity there are a hundred that 
-will stand adversity. 


I want you to see Peel, Stanley, Graham, Sheil, Kussell,, 
Macaulay, Old Joe, and so on. They are all upper-crust 

here. 1 Sam Slick In England.* Chap.xxiv. 

Circumstances alter cases. The Old Judge. Chap. xv. 


I Ve wandered east, I 've wandered west, 

Through many a weary way ; 
But never, never can forget 

The love of life's young day. Jeannie Morrison 

And we, with Nature's heart in tune, 
Concerted harmonies. . ibid.. 

* Those families, vou know, are our upper-crust, not upper ten thou- 
sand. COOPKR: The Ways of the ffaw\ chap, vl (1850.) 

At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the* 
city. N P. WILLIS : Necessity for a Promenade Drive. 

3 " Sam SKck " first appeared m a weekly paper of Nova Scotia, 1835. 

BAYLY. 581 


Pd be a butterfly born in a bower, 
Where ftses and lilies and violets meet. 

Oh no ! we never mention her, 

Her name is never heard ; 
My lips are now forbid to speak 

That once familiar word. 

Oh no! we never mention her. 

We met, ? t was in a crowd. We mtt. 

{Jayly the troubadour 

Touched his guitar. Wdcome me Home. 

Why don't the men propose, Mamma ? 
Why don't the men propose ? 

Why don't the Mm propose, t 
She wore a wreath of roses 

The night that iirst we met. she wore a Wreath. 

Friends depart, and memory takes them 

To her caverns, pure and deep. Teach me to forget. 

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, 

Long, long ago, long, long ago. Long, bny ago. 

The rose that all are praising 

Is not the rose for me. The Rose that all are praising. 

Oh pilot, J t is a fearful night ! 

There 7 s danger on the deep. The Pilot, 

Fear not, but trust in Providence, 
Wherever thou may'st be. i&id, 

Absence makes the heart grow fonder : * 
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well I 

1 I find that absence stifl increases love, CHARLES HOPKINS : To C. C, 
Distance sometimes endears friendship, and absence sweeteneth it- 
HOWELL : Familiar Letters, book f . sect. i. No. 6, 


The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, 

The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall. 

The Mistletoe Bough, 

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, 

And many friends I ? ve met ; 
Not one fair scene or kindly smile 

Can this fond heart forget. 

Ok, steer my Bark to Erin's Isle* 

THOMAS DRUMMOND. 1 1797-1840. 
Property has its duties as well as its rights. 2 

Letter to the Landlords of Tipperary, 

MCDONALD CLARKE. 1798-1842. 

Whilst twilight's curtain spreading far, 
Was pinned with a single star. 8 

Death in Disguise. Line 227. (Boston edition, 1833.) 

SAMUEL LOVEE. 1797-1868. 

A baby was sleeping, 

Its mother was weeping. 

The Angels Whisper. 

Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. 4 Rory o^More. 
For drames always go by conthraries, my dear.* ibid. 

1 Captain Dromroond "was the inventor of the Drummond light. 

* DISKAELI: Sybil, book i. chap. xi. 

* Mrs. Child says : " He thns describes the closing day " : 

Now twilight lets her curtain down, 
And pins it with a star. 
4 See Scott, page 482. 5 See Middleton, page 172, 


" Then here goes another/' says he, " to make sure, 
For there 's luck in odd numbers," 1 says Bory O'More. 

Rory O'More, 

There was a place in childhood that I remember well, 
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did 

My Mother dear. 

Sure the shovel and tongs 
To each other belongs. 

THOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845. 

There is a silence where hath been no sound, 
There is a silence where no sound may be, 
In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, 
Or in the*wide desert where no life is found. 

Sonnet. Silence, 

We watch/d her breathing through the night, 

Her breathing soft and low, 
As in her breast the wave of life 

Kept heaving to and fro. The Death-Bed. 

Our very hopes belied our fears, 

Our fears our hopes belied ; 
We thought her dying when she slept, 

And sleeping when she died. jhd 

I- remember, I remember 

The fir-trees dark and high ; 

I used to think their slender tops 

Were close against the sky ; 

It was a childish ignorance, 

But now 'tis little joy 

To know I J m farther off from heaven 

Than when I was a boy. / remember, / remember 

l See Shakespeare, page 46. 



She stood breast-high amid the com 
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, 
Like the sweetheart of the sun, 
Who many a glowing kiss had won. 

Thus she stood amid the stooks, 
Praising God, with sweetest looks. 

When he is forsaken, 
Withered and shaken, 
What can an old man do but die ? 

And there is even a happiness 
That makes the heart afraid. 

There ? s not a string attuned to mirth 
But has its chord in melancholy. 1 

But evil is wrought by want of thought, 

As Well as Want Of heart. 


Spring it is cheery. 

ode to Melancholy. 

The Lady's Dream, 

Oh would I were dead now, 
Or up in my bed now, 
To cover my head now, 

And have a good cry ! A Table of Errata. 

Straight down the crooked lane, 
And all round the square. A Plain Direction. 
For my part, getting up seems not so easy ; 

By half as lying. Morning Meditations. 

A man that ? s fond precociously of stirring 

Must b$ a spoon. /^ 

Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap 

In imperceptible water. Miss Kilmansegg. Her Christening. 

O bed ! bed ! delicious bed ! 

That heaven upon earth to the weary head ! Her Dream. 

He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, 
Tormenting himself with his prickles. 2Ud 

1 See Barton, page 185. 

HOOD. 585 

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! 

Bright and yellow, hard and cold. r MQTO.I. 

Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old 

To the very verge of the churchyard mould. 2bid. 

How widely its agencies vary, 
To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless, 
As even its minted coins express, 
Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, 

And now of a Bloody Mary. /^ 

Another tumble ! That J s his precious nose ! 

Parental Ode to my Infant Son. 

Boughs are daily rifled 

By the gusty thieves, 
And the book of Nature 

Getteth short of leaves. The Season. 

With fingers weary and worn, 

With eyelids heavy and red, 
A woman sat in unwomanly rags 

Plying her needle and thread, 

Stitch! stitch! stitch! The Song of the Shin. 

men with sisters dear, 

men with mothers and wives, 
It is not linen you J re wearing out, 

But human creatures 7 lives ! l ibid. 

Sewing at once a double thread, 
A shroud as well as a shirt, /&#. 

God ! that bread should be so dear, 
And flesh and blood so cheap ! ibid. 

No blessed leisure for love or hope, 

But only time for grief. 72i& 

My tears must stop, for every drop 

Hinders needle and thread. MM 

1 See Scott, page 493. 

The Bridge of Sighs 


One more unfortunate 

Weary of breath, 
Rashly importunate, 

Gone to her death. 

Take her up tenderly, 

Lift her with care ; 
Fashioned so slenderly, 

Young, and so fair ! 

Alas for the rarity 
Of Christian charity 
Under the sun ! 

Even God's providence 
Seeming estrang'd. 

No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, 

Ko dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, 

ISTo road, no street, no t ? other side the way, 

Ko shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, 
Ko fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds. 

Ko solemn sanctimonious face I pull, 
Kor think I ? m pious when I ? m only bilious ; 
Kor study in my sanctuin supercilious, 

To frame a Sabbath Bill or forge a Bull. 

Ode, to Rae Wilson, 

The Quaker loves an ample brim, 

A hat that bows to no salaam ; 
And dear the beaver is to him 

As if it never made a dam. Att round my Hati 


GEOBGE LIKLEY. 1798-1865. 

Ever of thee I 'm fondly dreaming, 

Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer. Ever O y Thee 

LINLEY. 587 

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, 

And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream. 

Tkou art gone 
Tho ? lost to sight, to mem'ry dear 

Thou ever wilt remain j 
One only hope my heart can cheer, 
The hope to meet again. 

Oh fondly on the past I dwell, 

And oft recall those hours 
When, wand'ring down the shady dell, 

We gathered the wild-flowers. 

Yes, life then seem'd one pure delight, 
Tho' now each spot looks drear ; 

Yet tho ? thy smile be lost to sight, 
To mem'ry thou art dear. 

Oft in the tranquil hour of night, 

When stars illume the sky, 
I gaze upon each orb of light, 

And wish that thou wert by. 

I think upon that happy time, 

That time so fondly lov'd, 
When last we heard the sweet bells chime, 

As thro ? the fields we rov'd. 

Yes, life then seem'd one pure delight, 
Tho* now each spot looks drear ; 

Yet tho ? thy smile be lost to sight, 

To mem'ry thou art dear. Song.i 

1 This song written and composed by Linley for Mr. Augustus Braham, 
and sung by him is given entire, as so much inquiry has been made for 
the source of t Though lost to Sight, to Memory dear." It is not known 
when the song was written, probably about 1830. 

Another song, entitled "Though lost to Sight, to Memory dear," was 
published in London in 1880, purporting to have been "written by Ruthven 
Jenkyns in 1703." It is said to have been published in the " Magazine lor 
Mariners." No such magazine, however, ever existed, and the composer 
of the music acknowledged, in a private letter, to have copied the song from 
an American newspaper. There is no other authority for the origin of this 
song, and the reputed author, Ruthven Jenkyns, was living, under the name 
of C , in California in 1882- 



Put your trust in God, my boys, aiid keep your pow- 
der dry. 1 Oliver's Advice. 1834. 

EGBERT POLLOK. 1799-1827. 
Sorrows remember'd sweeten present joy. 

The Course of Time. Boole I. Line 464* 

He laid his hand upon " the Ocean's mane," 
And played familiar with his hoary locks. 2 

Book iv. Line 389>~ 

He was a man 

Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven 
To serve the Devil in. Book via. Line eie^ 

With one hand he put 
A penny in the urn of poverty, 
And with the other took a shilling out. Line 632.. 

RUFUS CHOATE. 1799-1850. 

There was a state without king or nobles ; there was: 
a church without a bishop ; 8 there was a people gov- 
erned by grave magistrates which it had selected, and. 
by equal laws which it had framed. 

Speech before the New England Society, Dec. 22, 1843^ 

We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the 
flag and keep step to the music of the Union. 

Letter to the Whiy Convention, 1855. 

1 There is a well-authenticated anecdote of Cromwell. On a certain occa- 
sion, when his troops were about crossing a river to attack the euenry, toe- 
concluded an address, couched in the usual fanatic terms in use among 
them, wfth these words: "Put your trust in God; but mind to keep your 
powder dry ! " HATES : Bnllads <f Ireland, vol. i. p. 191. 

* See Byron, page 548. 

* Ybe Americans equally detest tbe pageantry of a king and the super- 
diiows hypocrisy of a tnshop. JUNIUS : Letter xscxv. D#c. 19, 176$. 

It [Oalvfmsm] established a religion without a -prelate, a government: 
without a king. GEORGE BANCROFT; History of the United State*, -vol. 
m, chap. vi. 


Its constitution the glittering and sounding generali- 
ties * of natural right which make up the Declaration of 

Independence. Letter to the Maine Whig Committee, 1856. 

THOMAS K. HERVEY. 1799-1859. 

The tomb of him who would have made 
The world too glad and free. 

The Devil's Progress. 

He stood beside a cottage lone 

And listened to a lute, 
One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, 

And the nightingale was mute. 

A love that took an early root, 

And had an early doom. ibid. 

Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles, 
But never came to shore. 

A Hebrew knelt in the dying light, 

His eye was dim and cold, 
The hairs on his brow were silver-white, 

And his blood was thin and old. 

B. MACAULAY. 1800-1859. 

(From his Essays,} 

That is the best government which desires to make the 
people happy, and knows how to make them happy. 

On Mitford'g History of Greece. 1824, 

l Although Mr, Choate has usually been credited with the original ntter- 
nce of the words " glittering generalities,** the following Dotation wi$ 
show that he was anticipated therein, by several years : 

We fear that the glittering generalities of the speaker have left an 
impression more delightful than permanent. FRANKLIN J. DrcKMANJ 
Review of a Lecture by Rufm Choate t Providence Journal. Dec. M, 1849. 


Free trade, one of the greatest blessings which, a gov- 
ernment can confer on a people, is in almost every coun- 
try unpopular. On Mitford's History of Greece. 1824. 

The history of nations, in the sense in which I use 
the word, is often best studied in works not professedly 
historical. ibid. 

Wherever literature consoles sorrow or assuages pain ; 
wherever it brings gladness to eyes which fail with wake- 
fulness and tears, and ache for the dark house and the 
long sleep, there is exhibited in its noblest form the 
immortal influence of Athens. ibid. 

We hold that, the most wonderful and splendid proof 
of genius is a great poem produced in a civilized age. 

On Milton* 1825. 

Nobles by the right of an earlier creation, and priests 
by the imposition of a mightier hand. iud. 

Out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a 
knave, and out of his Christian name a synonym for the 

Devil. 1 On Machiavelli. 1825. 

The English Bible, a book which if everything else 
in our language should perish, would alone suffice to show 
the whole extent of its beauty and power. 

On John Dryden. 1828. 

His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It 
enabled Mm to run, though not to soar. ibid. 

A man possessed of splendid talents, which he often 
abused, and of a sound judgment, the admonitions of 
which he often neglected ; a man who succeeded only in 
an inferior department of his art, but who in that depart- 
ment succeeded pre-eminently. iud. 

He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a 
foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets 

mimicked. On Moore's Life of Lord Byron. 1830 

i $ee Butler, page 215. 


We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British pub- 
lic in one of its periodical fits of morality. 

On Moore* t Life of LorS Byron. 1830. 

From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system 
of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuous- 
ness, a system in which the two great command- 
ments were to hate your neighbour and to love your 
neighbour's wife. Ibidf 

That wonderful book, while it obtains admiration from 
the most fastidious critics, is loved by those who are too 

Simple to admire it. On Bunyan't Pilgrim'* Progress. 1832. 

The conformation of his mind was such that whatever 
was- little seemed to him great, and whatever was great 
seemed to him little. o Horace Watpoic. ISM. 

What a singular destiny has been that of this remark- 
able man ! To be regarded in his own age as a classic, 
and in ours as a companion ! To receive from his con- 
temporaries that full homage which men of genius have 
in general received only from posterity ; to be more inti- 
mately known to posterity than other men are known to 
their contemporaries ! 

On Boswell's Life of Johnson (Croker's ed.). 1831. 

Temple was a man of the world amongst men of let- 
ters, a man of letters amongst men of the world. 1 

On Sir William Temple, 1838. 

She [the Roman Catholic Church] may still exist in 
undiminished vigour when some traveller from Kew Zea- 
land shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand 
on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins 

Of St Paul's. 2 On Ranked History of the Popes. 184O. 

1 See Pope, page 331-332. 

* The same image was employed by Macaulay in 1824 in the concluding 
paragraph of a review of Mitford's Greece, and he repeated it in his review 
of Mill's '* Essay on Government" in 1829. 

What cities, as great as this, have . . . promised themselves immor- 
tality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful 
traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others. . . Here stood their cit- 


The chief-justice was rich, quiet, and infamous. 

On Wan-en Hastings. 1841. 

In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the 
enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great 
Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet 
resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been 
shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall. /&<*. 

In order that he might rob a neighbour whom he had 
promised to defend, black men fought on the coast of 
Coromandel and red men scalped each other by the great 

lakes of North America. On Frederic the Great. 1842. 

We hardly know an instance of the strength and weak- 
ness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as 
the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious 

adel, but now grown over with weeds ; there their senate-house, but now 
the haunt of every noxious reptile ; temples and theatres stood here, now 
only an undistinguished heap of ruins. GOLDSMITH : The Bee. No iv 
(1759.) A City Night Piece. 

Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself will sit down 
upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder Zee, where now, in 
the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the 
multitude of sensations? Who knows but he will sit down solitary amid 
silent ruins, and weep a people inurned and their greatness changed into aa 
empty name ? VOLNKY : Ruins, chap. iL 

At last some curious traveller from Lima will visit England, and give a 
description of the ruins of St. PauPs, like the editions of Baalbec and Pal- 
myra, HORACE WALPOLE : Letter to Mason, Nov. 24, 1774. 
Where now is Britain ? 

Even as the savage sits upon the stone 
That marks where stood her capitols, and hears 
Hie bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks 
From the dismaying solitude. 


In the firm expectation that when London shall be a habitation of 
bitterns, when St. Paul and Westminster Abbey shall stand shapeless and 
nameless rums in the midst of an unpeopled marsh, when the piers of 
Waterloo Bridge stall become the nuclei of islets of reeds and osiers and 
cast the jaggwl shadows of their broken arches on the solitary stream 
some Transatlantic commentator will be weighing in the scales of some 
new and now uniraagined system of criticism the respective merits of the 
B&as and the Fudges and their historians, SHELLEY : Dedication to Peter 


blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bear- 
ing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison 
in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other. 

On Frederic the Great. 1842. 

I shall cheerfully bear the reproach of having descended 
below the dignity of history. 1 

History of England. Vol. i. Chap. L 

There were gentlemen and there were seamen in the 
navy of Charles II. But the seamen were not gentle- 
men, and the gentlemen were not seamen. chap. . 

The Puritan hated bear-baiting, not because it gave 
pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the 
spectators. 2 chap. Hi, 

I have not the Chancellor's encyclopedic mind. He is 
indeed a kind of semi-Solomon. He half knows every- 
thing, from the cedar to the hyssop. 

Letter to Macvey Napier^ Dec. 17, 1830. 
To every man upon this earth 

Death cometh soon or late ; 
And how can man die better 

Than facing fearful odds 
For the ashes of his fathers 

And the temples of his gods ? 

Lays of. Ancient Rome. Horatius, xxvii. 

How well Horatius kept the bridge 

In the brave days of old. to. 

These be the great Twin Brethren 
To whom the Dorians pray. 

The Battle of Lake Regttlus. 

The sweeter sound of woman's praise. 

Lines written In August, 1847. 

Ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons. 8 

Political Georffics. 

1 See Bolingbroke, page 304. 

2 Even bear-baiting was esteemed heathenish and unchristian : the sport 
of it, not the inhumanity, gave offence. HUME : History of England, 
vol. i. chap. Ixii. 

3 Macaulay, in a letter, June 29, 1831, says " I sent these lines to the 
Times ' about three years ago.* 1 



J. A. WABE. 1800-1875. 

Meet me by moonlight alone. 

And then I will tell you a tale 
Must be told by the moonlight alone, 

In the grove at the end of the vale ! 

Meet me by Moonlight 

*T were vain to tell thee all I feel, 
Or say for thee 1 'd die. >Twere vain to telL 

The world knows nothing of its greatest men. 

Philip Van Artevelde. Part i. Act i. Sc t 

An unreflected light did never yet 
Dazzle the vision feminine, 

He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. 
Eternity mourns that. ; T is an ill cure 
For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. 
Where sorrow 7 s held intrusive and turned out, 
There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, 
Nor aught that dignifies humanity. 

We figure to ourselves 
The thing we like ; and then we build it up, 
As chance will have it, on the rock or sand, 
For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, 
And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore. 

Such souls, 

Whose sudden visitations daze the world, 
Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind 
A voice that in the distance far away 
Wakens the slumbering ages. g Ct r 


WILLIAM H. SEWARD. 1801-1872. 
There is a higher law than the Constitution. 

Speech, March 11, 185O, 

It is an irrepressible conflict between opposing and 
enduring forces. Speech, 

W. M. PKAED. 1802-1839. 

Twelve years ago I was a boy, 

A happy boy at Drury ; s. 

School and Schoolfellow*. 

Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, 
And some before the speaker. /&i 

I remember, I remember 

How my childhood fleeted by, 
The mirth of its December 

And the warmth of its July. 

/ remember, I remember 

GEORGE P. MORRIS. 1802-1864. 

Woodman, spare that tree ! 

Touch not a single bough ! * 
In youth it sheltered me, 

And 1 7 11 protect it now. 

Woodman, spare thai Tree ! 1S3O. 

A song for our banner I The watchword recall 
Which gave the Eepublie her station : 

" United we stand, divided we fall ! " 
It made and preserves us a nation ! 2 

I Bee Campbell, page 516. 2 gee Key, page 5I7 


The union of lakes, the union of lands. 
The union of States none can sever, 

The union of hearts, the union of hands, 
And the flag of our Union forever ! 

The Flag of our Union, 

Near the lake where drooped the willow, 

Long time ago ! Near the Lake 

ALBERT G. GREENE. 1802-1868. 

Old Grimes is dead, that good old man 

We never shall see more ; 
He used to wear a long black coat 

All buttoned down before, 1 old Grime* 

LYBIA MARIA CHILD. 1802-1880. 

England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile 
with bulrushes as to fetter the step of Freedom, more 
proud and firm in this youthful land than where she 
treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches her- 
self among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. 

Supposititious Speech of James Otis. The Rebels, Chap. iv. 

l John Lee is dead, that good old man, 

We ne'er shall see him more ; 
He used to wear an old drab coat 

All buttoned down before. 
To the memory of John Lee, who died May 21, 1823. 

An Inscription in Matherne Churchyard. 
Old Abram Brown is dead and gone, 

You '11 never see him more; 
He used to wear a long brown coat 

That buttoned down before. * 

HALLIWELL : Nursery Rhymes of England, p. 60 


DOUGLAS JERROLD. 1803-1857. 

He is one of those wise philanthropists who in a time 
of famine would vote for nothing but a supply of tooth- 
picks. DoHgfatJtrrokF* Wit, 

The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim 
kneeling. ibid. 

The nobleman of the garden. The Pineapple. 

That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment. 

A Comic Author. 

The best thing I know between France and England is 

the sea. The Anglo-French Alliance. 

The life of the husbandman, a life fed by the bounty 
of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven. 

The Husbandman** Life. 

Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half- 

way to meet it. Meeting TrouUe$ Half-way. 

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe 

and she laughs with a harvest. A Land of Plenty [Australia}. 

The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. 
Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there 
are some people I could work for with a great deal of 

enjoyment. Uglg Trades. 

A blessed companion is a book, a book that fitly 
chosen is a life-long friend. Books* ' 

There is something about a wedding-gown prettier than 
in any other gown in the world. A 

He was so good he would pour rose-water on a toad. 

A Charitable Man. 

As for the brandy, " nothing extenuate ; " and the 
water, put nought in in malice. skaketpeare Grog. 

Talk to him of Jacob's ladder, and he would ask the 

number of the Steps. A Matter-of-fact Man. 



Nor knowest thou what argument 

Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. 

All are needed by each one ; 

Nothing is fair or good alone. Each and All 

I wiped away the weeds and foam, 

I fetched my sea-born treasures home ; 

But the poor, unsightly, noisome things 

Had left their beauty on the shore, 

With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. ibid, 

Not from a vain or shallow thought 

His awful Jove young Phidias brought. The Problem. 

Out from the heart of Nature rolled 
The burdens of the Bible old. 

The hand that rounded Peter's dome, 
And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, 
Wrought in a sad sincerity ; 
Himself from God he could not free ; 
He builded better than he knew : 
The conscious stone to beauty grew. 

Earth proudly wears the Parthenon 
.As the best gem upon her zone. 

Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys 
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs ; 
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet 
Clear of the grave. ff 

Good bye, proud world ! I ? m going home ; 

Thou art not my friend, and I 'm not thine. 1 Good Byt 

For what are they all in their high conceit, 

When man in the bush with God may meet ? itnd. 

1 See Byron, page 544. 


If eyes were made for seeing, 
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. The Rhodora. 

Things are in the saddle, 

And ride mankind. 1 Ode, inscribed to W. H. Channing 

Olympian barcls who sung 

Divine ideas below, 
Which always find us young 

And always keep us so. Ode to Beauty. 

Heartily know, 

When half-gods go, 

The gods arrive. Gite alt to Lwe. 

Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, 

And all their botany is Latin names. Blight. 

The silent organ loudest chants 
The master's requiem. 

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, 
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, 

Here once the embattFd fanners stood, 
And fired the shot heard round the world. 2 

Hymn sung nt the Completion of the Battle 3/onumeitf. 

What potent blood hath modest Slay ! 


And striving to be man, the worm 

Mounts through all the spires of form. ibid. 

And every man, in love or pride, 

Of his fate is never wide. Ntmtfa. 

None shall rule but the humble ? 
And none but Toil shall have. 

Boston ffymn, 1863. 

i I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world 
ready booted and spurred to ride T and millions ready saddled and bridled to 
be ridden, KUMBOJLD (when on the scaffold). 
2 No war or battle sound 
Was heard the world around. 

OS ; Hymn of Christ's Nativity t line 32. 


Oh, tenderly the haughty day 
Fills his blue urn with fire. 

Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857 

Go put your creed into your deed, 
Nor speak with double tongue. JM& 

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, 

So near is God to man, 
When Duty whispers low, Thou must, 

The youth replies, I can ! Voluntaries, 

Whoever fights, whoever falls, 
Justice conquers evermore. /^ 

Nor sequent centuries could hit 
Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit. 


Born for success he seemed, 

With grace to win, with heart to hold, 

With shining gifts that took all eyes. 

In Memoriam. 

Nor mourn the unalterable Days 

That Genius goes and Folly stays. lbidt 

Fear not, then, thou child infirm ; 

There J s no god dare wrong a worm. Compensation. 

He thought it happier to be dead, 

To die for Beauty, than live for bread. Beauty. 

Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill ? 
Pay every debt, as if God wrote the bill ! 

Suum Cuique, 

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die. 

Quatrains. Nature, 

Though love repine, and reason chafe, 
There came a voice without reply, 
>T is man's perdition to be safe 
When for the truth he ought to die." 



For what avail the plough or sail, 

Or land or life, if freedom fail ? Boston. 

If the single man plant himself indomitably on his 
instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come 
round to him. 1 

Nature. Addresses and Lectures, The, American Scholar. 

There is no great and no small * 

To the Soul that maketh all ; 
And where it cometh, all things are ; 

And it cometh everywhere. 

Essays. First Series. Epigraph to History. 

Time dissipates to shining ether the solid angularity 

Of facts. History. 

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never 
the same. ibid. 

A man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots, whose 
flower and fruitage is the world. ibid. 

The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reli- 
ance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, 
but names and customs. sdf-Relwnce. 

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, 
adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. 


To be great is to be misunderstood. ibid. 

Discontent is the want of self-reliance : it is infirmity 
of will. ibid. 

Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. 
Everything is made of one hidden stuff. Compensation. 

It is as impossible for a man to be cheated by any one 
but himself, as for a thing to be and not to be at the 
same time. ibid. 

1 Everything comes if a man will only wait. DISRAELI: Tancred, 
book iv. chap. viii. 
* See Pope, page 316. 


Proverbs, like the sacred books of each nation, are the 
sanctuary of the intuitions. 

Essays. First Series. Compensation. 

Every action is measured by the depth of the senti- 
ment from which it proceeds. Spiritual Laws. 

All mankind love a lover. LOV& 

A. ruddy drop of manly blood 

The surging sea outweighs ; 
The world uncertain comes and goes, 

The lover rooted stays. 

Epigraph to Friendship. 

A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of 

Nature. " Friendship. 

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. 


There is nothing settled in manners, but the laws of 
behaviour yield to the energy of the individual. 

Essays. Second Series. Manners. 

And with Caesar to take in his hand the army, the em- 
pire, and Cleopatra, and say, " All these will I relinquish 
if you will show me the fountain of the Nile." 

New England Reformers. 

He is great who is what he is from Nature, and who 
never reminds us of others. 

Representative Men. Uses of Great Men. 

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? 1 - Montaigne. 

Thought is the property of him who can entertain it, 
and of him who can adequately place it. 

1 See Davies, page 176. 


The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking 

tongue. Engluh Traits. Race. 

I find the Englishman to be him of all men who stands 
firmest in his shoes. Manner*. 

A creative economy is the fuel of magnificence. 


The manly part is to do with might and main what 

you Can do. The Conduct of Life. Wealth. 

The alleged power to charm down insanity, or ferocity 
in beasts, is a power behind the eye. Behaviour. 

Fine manners need the support of fine manners in 

Good is a good doctor, but Bad is sometimes a better. 

Considerations by the Way. 

God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has 
no forgiveness in heaven or earth. Society and Solitude. 

Hitch your wagon to a star. Civilization. 

I rarely read any Latin, Greek, German, Italian, some- 
times not a French book, in the original, which I can 
procure in a good version. I like to be beholden to the 
great metropolitan English speech, the sea which receives 
tributaries from every region under heaven. I should as 
soon think of swimming across Charles River when I 
wish to go to Boston, as of reading all my books in origi- 
nals when I have them rendered for me in my mother 

We do not count a man's years until he has nothing 
else to count. Oki Age. 

Life is not so short but that there is always time 

enough for COUrtesy. Letters and Social Aims. Social Aims. 

By necessity, by proclivity, and by delight, we all 

quote. Quotation and OriginaKiy. 


Next to the originator of a good sentence is the first 

of it. 1 Letters and Social Aims. Quotation and Originality. 

When Shakespeare is charged with debts to his au- 
thors, Landor replies, " Yet he was more original than 
his originals. He breathed upon dead bodies and brought 
them into life." ibid. 

In fact, it is as difficult to appropriate the thoughts of 
others as it is to invent. ibid. 

The passages of Shakespeare that we most prize were 
never quoted until within this century. ibid. 

Great men are they who see that spiritual is stronger 
than any material force ; that thoughts rule the world. 

Progress of Culture. Phi Beta Kappa Address, July 18, 1867. 

1 do not find that the age or country makes the least 
difference; no, nor the language the actors spoke, nor 
the religion which they professed, whether Arab in the 
desert or Frenchman in the Academy. I see that sensi- 
ble men and conscientious men all over the world were 
of one religion, 2 

Lectures and Biographical Sketches. The Preacher. 


*TIs always morning somewhere in the world. 8 

Orion. BooJciiL Canto ii. (1843.) 

1 There is not less wit nor less invention in applying- rightly a thought 
&ae finds in a book, than in being the first author of that thought. Cardinal 
du Perron has been heard to say that the happy application of a verse of 
Virgil has deserved a talent. BAYLE : vol. ii.p. 779. 

Though old the thought and oft exprest, 
'Tis his at last who says it best. 

LOWELL: For an Autograph. 

2 See Johnson, page 370. 

* *T is always morning somewhere* LONGFELLOW: Wayside Inn. 
Birds of Killinffworth) stanza 16. 



My country is the world; iny countrymen are man- 
kind. 1 Pro%)tctus of th e Public Liberator, 1830. 

I am in earnest. I will not equivocate ; I will not 
excuse ; I will not retreat a single inch ; and I will be 

heard ! Salutatory of the Liberator^ Jan. 1, 1831. 

Our country is the world; our countrymen are man- 
kind. Motto of the tibtrator^ Vol. i. No. 1, 1831. 

I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as 

justice. The Liberator, Vol. i. No. 1, 1831. 

Our country is the world ; our countrymen are all 

mankind, Prvtptctus of the Liberator, Dec* 15, 1837. 

The compact which exists between the North and the 
South is a covenant with death and an agreement with 

hell. 2 ^solution adopted by the Anttelavery Society, Jan. 27, 1843. 

MAEY HOWITT. 1804-1888. 

Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we j 
Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea. 

Old England is our Home. 

" Will you walk into my parlour ? " said a spider to a fly ; 
"'T is the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy." 

The Spider and the Fly. 

1 Socrates said he was not an Athenian or a Greek, but a citizen of the 
world. PLUTARCH : On Banishment. 

Diogenes, when asked from what country he came, replied, "I am a 
citizen of the world." DIOGENES LAERTIUS. 

My country is the world, and ray religion is to do good. THOMAS 
PAINE: Rights of Man, chap. v. 

2 We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agree- 
ment. Isaiah axsviti. 15. 



Nearer/ ray God, to Thee ! 

Nearer to Thee ! 
E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me, 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my Grod, to Thee ! 

Nearer to Thee ! 


Curse away ! 

And let me tell thee, Beausant, a wise proverb 
The Arabs have, " Curses are like young chickens, 
And still come home to roost." 

The Lady of Lyons. Act v. Sc, 2 t 

Beneath the rule of men entirely great, 
The pen is mightier than the sword. 1 

Richelieu* Act ii, Sc. 2. 

Take away the sword ; 
States can be saved without it, ibid. 

In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves 

For a bright manhood, there is no such word 

As "fail." ma. 

The brilliant chief, irregularly great, 

Frank, haughty, rash, the Rupert of debate ! 2 

The New Timon. (1846.} Part i. 

Alone ! that worn-out word, 
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard ; 
Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known 
Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE ! 

Part ii. 

1 See Burton, page 189. 

* In April, 1844, Mr. Disraeli thus alluded to Lord Stanley: "The noble 
lord is the Rupert of debate." 


When stars are in the quiet skies, 

Then most I pine for thee ; 
Bend on me then thy tender eyes, 

As stars look on the sea. 

When Stars are in the quiet Skies. 
Buy my flowers, oh buy, I pray ! 
The blind girl comes from afar. 

Buy my Flower*, 

The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like 

a Samaritan. Night and ^forning; Chap. t?i. 


!Free trade is not a principle, it is an expedient. 1 

On Import Dttito, April 25 t 1843, 

The noble lord 2 is the Rupert of debate. 8 

Speech, April, 1844. 

A conservative government is an organized hypocrisy. 

Speech, March 17, 1845. 

A precedent embalms a principle. Speech, Feb. 22, 1848. 
It is much easier to be critical than to be correct. 

Speech, Jan. 24, 1860. 

The characteristic of the present age is craving cre- 
dulity. Speech, Nov. 25, 1864. 

Assassination has never changed the history of the 

WOrld. Speech, May, 1865. 

I see before me the statue of a celebrated minister, 4 
who said that confidence was a plant of slow growth. 
But I believe, however gradual may be the growth of 
confidence, that of credit requires still more time to 
arrive at maturity. Speech, NOT. 9. 2867. 

1 It is a condition which confronts us, not a theory. GROVEB CLEVE- 
LAND : Annual M essay*, 1887. Reference to the Tariff, 

2 Lord Stanley. 

8 See Bulwer, page 606. 

4 William Pitt, Earl of Chatham. 


The secret of success is constancy to purpose. 

Speech, June 24, 1870. 

The author who speaks about his own books is almost 
as bad as a mother who talks about her own children. 

Speech, Nov. 19, 1870. 

Apologies only account for that which they do not 

alter. Speech, July 28, 1871. 

Increased means and increased leisure are the two 

Civilizers of man. Speech, April 3, 1872. 

I repeat . . . that all power is a trust ; that we are 
accountable for its exercise; that from the people and 
for the people all springs, and all must exist. 1 

Vivian Grey. Book vi. Chap. vii t 

Man is not the creature of circumstances. Circum- 
stances are the creatures of men. ibid. 

The disappointment of manhood succeeds to the delu- 
sion of youth : let us hope that the heritage of old age 
is not despair. Book via. Chap. iv. 

The first favourite was never heard of, the second fa- 
vourite was never seen after the distance post, all the 
ten-to-oners were in the rear, and a dark horse 2 which 
had never been thought of, and which the careless St. 
James had never even observed in the list, rushed past 
the grand stand in sweeping triumph. 

The Young Duke. Book i. Chap. v. 
Patience is a necessary ingredient of genius. 

Contarini Fleming. Part iv. Chap. v. 

Youth is a blunder; manhood a struggle; old age a 

regret. Coningsby. Boole Hi. Chap. i. 

But what minutes ! Count them by sensation, and not 
by calendars, and each moment is a day, and the race a 

life. Sybil. Book I Chap. ii. 

Only think of Cockle Graves having gone and done it ! 


i See Webster, page 532. 

1 A common political phrase in the United States. 


The Duke of Wellington brought to the post of first 
minister immortal fame, a quality of success which 
would almost seem to include all others. 

Sybil. Book *. Chap. lii. 

The Egremonts had never said anything that was re- 
membered, or done anything that could be recalled, ibid. 

If the history of England be ever written by one who 
has the knowledge and the courage, and both qualities 
are equally requisite for the undertaking ? the world 
will be more astonished than when reading the Roman 
annals by Niebuhr. " ibid. 

That earliest shock in one's life which occurs to all of 
us 5 which first makes us think. Chap. u. 

To be conscious that you are ignorant is a great step 
to knowledge. ibid. 

Principle is ever my motto, not expediency. 

Book it. Chap. ii. 

Property has its duties as well as its rights. 1 chap, xi. 

Mr. Kremlin was distinguished for ignorance ; for he 
had only one idea, and that was wrong/ 2 Book iv. Chap. v. 

Everything comes if a man will only wait. 8 

Tancred. Book iv. Chap. mil. (1847.) 

That when a man fell into his anecdotage, it was a 
sign for him to retire. Lothair. Chap, xxviii. 

You know who critics are ? the men who have failed 
in literature and art/ chap, xxzv* 

His Christianity was muscular. Endymion. Chap, tie 

The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid eeelesiasti 
cal lyric ever poured forth by the genius of man, 

Chap, lit 

1 See Drummond, page 582. 

2 See Johnson, page 371. 
8 See Emerson, page 601. 

All things come round to him who will but wait. LONGFELLOW s 
Tales of a Wayside Inn. The StudtnTt Tale. (1862.) 
4 See Coleridge, page 505. 



The world is a wheel, and it will all coine round right. 

Endymion. Chap. Lxz, 

u As for that," said Waldenshare, " sensible men are 
all of the same religion." " Pray, what is that ? " in- 
quired the Prince. " Sensible men never tell." x 

Chap, kcocsci. 

The sweet simplicity of the three per cents. 2 ctiap. 


And thou, vast ocean ! on whose awful face 
Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace. 8 

The Omnipresence of the Deity. Parti. 

The soul aspiring pants its source to mount, 

As streams meander level with their fount. 4 2bid 

The solitary monk who shook the world 
From pagan slumber, when the gospel trump 
Thundered its challenge from his dauntless lips 

In peals Of truth. Luiher. Man's Need and God's Supply. 

And not from Nature up to Nature's God/ 

But down from Nature's God look Nature through. 

Ibid. A Landscape of Domestic Life. 

1 See Johnson, page 370. 

An anecdote is related of Sir Anthony Ashley Cooper (1621-1683), who 
in speaking of religion, said, People differ in their discourse and profession 
about these matters, but men of sense are really but of one religion." To 
the inquiry of "What religion ?" the Earl said', "Men of sense never- tell 
it." BUK.NET : History of my own Times, vol. I p. 175, note (edition 1833). 

2 See Stowell, page 437. 
8 See Byron, page 547. 

* We take this to be, on the whole, the worst similitude in the world In 
the first place, no stream meanders or can possibly meander level with the 
fount. In the next place, if streams did meander level with their founts no 
two motions can be less like each other than that of meandering level and 
that of mounting upwards. MACAULAY: Review of Montgomery's Poems 
{Mewntk Edition). Edinburgh Review, April, 1830. 

These fines were omitted in the subsequent edition of the poem 

* See Bolingbroke, page 304. 



Come o ? er the moonlit sea, 

The waves are brightly glowing. The Moonlit Sea, 

The morn was fair, the skies were clear, 

!No breath came o'er the sea. Tke Rose ofAllandalt, 

Meek and lowly, pure and holy, 

Chief among the u blessed three." Charity. 

Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are bright 
On river and forest, o'er mountain and lea. 

Come, wander with me. 

A word in season spoken 

May calm the troubled breast. A Word in Season, 

The bud is on the bough again, 

The leaf is on the tree. The Meeting of Spring and Summer. 

I have heard the mavis singing 

Its love-song to the morn ; 
I ? ve seen the dew-drop clinging 

To the rose just newly born. Mary ofArgjl*. 

We have lived and loved together 

Through many changing years ; 
We have shared each other's gladness, 

And wept each other's tears. 

We have lived and loved together. 


I ? m sitting on the stile, Mary, 
Where we sat side by side. 

Lament of the Irish Emigrant 

I ? m very lonely now, Mary, 

For the poor make no new friends ; 

But oh they love the better still 

The few our Father sends ! ibid 


HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. 1807-1882. 

(From the edition of 1886.) 
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ! I 

Voices of the Night. Prelude, 

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, _ 

" Life is but an empty dream 1 " 
For the soul is dead that slumbers, 

And things are not what they seem. 2 

A Psalm of Life. 

Life is real ! life is earnest ! 

And the grave is not its goal ; 
Dust thou art, to dust returnest, 

Was not spoken of the soul. JIM., 

Art is long, and time is fleeting, 8 

And our hearts, though stout and brave, 

Still like muffled drums are beating 
Funeral marches to the grave. 4 ibid.. 

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ! 

Let the dead Past bury its dead ! 
Act, act in the living present ! 

Heart within, and God o'erhead ! joid.. 

Lives of great men all remind us 

We can make our lives sublime, 
And departing, leave behind us 

Footprints on the sands of time. 

Let us, then, be up and doing, 

With a heart for any fate ; 5 

Still achieving, still pursuing, 

Learn to labour and to wait. 

1 See Philip Sidney, page 34. 
Tbings are not alwaj^s what they seem. PIL<EDKUS : Fables book iv 

* See Chaucer, page 6. 

Art is long, life is short. GOETHE : Wilhelm Meister, viL 9. 

* Otir lives are but our marches to the grave. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER? 
The JFf&morous Lieutentint, act Hi. sc. 5. 

* See Byron, page 553. 


There is a reaper whose name is Death, 1 

And with his sickle keen 
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, 

And the flowers that grow between. 

The Reaper and the lowers. 

The star of the unconquered will. 

The Light of Start. 

Oh, fear not in a world like this, 

And thou shalt know erelong, 
Know how sublime a thing it is 

To suffer and be strong. 

$pake full well, in language quaint and olden, 

One who dwelleth by the castled Ehine, 
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, 

Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. 

The hooded clouds, like friars, 

Tell their beads in drops of rain. Midnight Mass. 

No tears 
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. 

Sunrise on the Hill*. 

No one is so accursed by fate, 
No one so utterly desolate, 

But some heart, though unknown, 

Responds unto his Own. Endymion 

Eor Time will teach thee soon the truth, 
There are no birds in last year's nest ! 2 

It is not always May 

Into each life some rain must fall, 
Some days must be dark and dreary. 

The Rainy Day. 

1 There is a Reaper whose name is death. ARNIM: AND BRENT ANO; 
Erntelied. (From " DCS Knaben Wimderhoro," ed. 1857, vol. i. p. 59.) 

2 Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last. CEEV ANTES 
<Don Quixote, part . chap. Ixxiv. 


The prayer of Ajax was for light. 1 

The Goblet of Life, 

suffering, sad humanity ! 
ye afflicted ones, who lie 
Steeped to the lips in misery, 
Longing, yet afraid to die, 
Patient, though sorely tried ! 

Standing with reluctant feet 

Where the brook and river meet, 

Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Maidenhood. 

O thou child of many prayers ! 

Life hath quicksands ; life hath snares ! jbid. 

She floats upon the river of his thoughts. 2 

The Spanish Student. Act ii. Sc. 3. 

A banner with the strange device. Excelsior* 

This is the place. Stand still, my steed, 

Let me review the scene, 
And summon from the shadowy past 

The forms that once have been. 

A Gleam of Sunshine* 

The day is done, and the darkness 

Falls from the wings of Night, 
As a feather is wafted downward 

From an eagle in his flight. The Day is done. 

A feeling of sadness and longing 

That is not akin to pain, 
And resembles sorrow only 

As the mist resembles the rain. 2bid. 

And the night shall be filled with music, 

And the cares that infest the day 
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, 

And as silently steal away. 

1 The light of Heaven restore ; 
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more. 

POPE : The Itiad, book mil. line 730, 
* See Byron, page 553. 


Sail on, Ship of State ! 
Sail on, Union, strong and great ! 
Humanity with all its fears, 
With all the hopes of future yeans, 
Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! Tkt Buitdmg of ike Skip 

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, 

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, 

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, 

Are all with thee, are all with thee ! ibid. 

The leaves of memory seemed to make 
A mournful rustling in the dark. The Fire of Drift-wood. 

There is no flock, however watched and tended, 

But one dead lamb is there 5 
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, 

But has one vacant chair. 

The air is full of farewells to the dying, 
And mournings for the dead. 

But oftentimes celestial benedictions 

Assume this dark disguise. ibid* 

What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers 
May be heaven's distant lamps. 

There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; 

This life of mortal breath 
Is but a suburb of the life elysian, 

Whose portal we call Death. ibid. 

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, 

She lives whom we call dead. ibid. 

In the elder days of Art, 

Builders wrought with greatest care 

Each minute and unseen part ; 

For the gods see everywhere. Tke Builders. 

This is the forest primeval. Ewage&ne. Part v 


When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of ex- 
quisite music. Evangeline. Part 1 1. 

Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the 
angels. fart i, 3. 

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the 

Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it 

forever. Part ii. 5. 

God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for 

this planting. 1 The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv. 

Into a world unknown, the corner-stone of a nation ! 2 

Saint Augustine ! well hast thou said, 

That of our vices we can frame 
A ladder, if we will but tread 
Beneath our feet each deed of shame. 3 

The Ladder of Saint Augustine. 

The heights by great men reached and kept 
Were not attained by sudden flight, 

But they while their companions slept 
Were toiling upward in the night. /&$<?. 

The surest pledge of a deathless name 

Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken. 

The Herons of Elmwood. 

He has singed the beard of the king of Spain. 4 

The Dutch Picture. 

1 See Stoughton, page 266. 

* Plymouth rock. 

8 I held it truth, with him who sings 
To one clear harp in divers tones, 
That men may rise on stepping-stones 
Of their dead selves to higher things. 

TENNYSON : In Memo-nam, i. 

* Sir Francis Drake entered the harbour of Cadiz, April 19, 1587, and 
destroyed shipping to the amount of ten thousand tons lading. To use 
his own expressive phrase, he had w singed the Spanish king's beard." 

T: Pictorial History of England, vol. Hi, p. 215. 


The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, 

And all the sweet serenity of books. Morituri Salutamus. 

With useless endeavour 

Forever, forever, 

Is Sisyphus rolling 

His stone up the mountain ! 

The Masque of Pandora. Chorus of the Euraenides. 

All things come round to him who will but wait. 1 

Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Student's Tale. 

Time has laid his hand 
Upon my heart gently, not smiting it, 
But as a harper lays his open palm 
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. 

The Golden Legend, to. 

Hospitality sitting with Gladness. 

Translation from Frithiofs Saga. 

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, 
Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours 

Weeping upon his bed has sate, 
He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers. 

Motto, Hyperion. Boole ft 

Something the heart must have to cherish, 
Must love and joy and sorrow learn ; 

Something with passion clasp, or perish 
And in itself to ashes burn. md. Book U. 

Alas ! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn 
out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to 
light the fires of passion with from day to day, that 
man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few 

in number. Hyperion. Book it. Chap. viii. 

I See Emerson, page 601. 

2 Wer nie sein Brod mit Thr&nen ass, 
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nachte 
Auf seinem Bette weinend sass, 
Der kennt each nicht, ihr himmlischen Machte. 

GOETHE : Wilhelm .}fe.ister, book . chap. snii. 


Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. 1 


There is no greater sorrow 
Than to be mindful of the happy time 

In miserv. 2 Inferno. Canto v. Line 121. 


So fallen ! so lost ! the light withdrawn 

Which once he wore ; 
The glory from his gray hairs gone 

For evermore ! Ichabod I 

Making their lives a prayer. 

To A. K. On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosses. 

And step by step, since time began, 
I see the steady gain of man. 

The Chapel of the Hermits- 

For still the new transcends the old 

In signs and tokens manifold ; 

Slaves rise up men ; the olive waves, 

With roots deep set in battle graves ! ibid. 

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, 

So " Bonnie Doon but tarry ; 
Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, 

But spare his " Highland Mary ! " 

Lines on Burns. 

1 Quoted from Cotton's " To-morrow." See Genesis xxx. 3. 

2 See Chaucer, page 5. 

In omni adversitate fortune, infelicissimum genus est infortunii fuisse 
felicem (In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most 
unhappy kind of" misfortune).- BOETHIUS : e Consolatione Philosophies, 

* fiber iil 

This is truth the poet sings, 

That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. 

TENNYSON : Locksley Hatt, line 75. 


For of all sad words of tongue or pen, 

The saddest are these : " It might have been ! " 

Maud Mutter. 

Low stir of leaves and dip of oars 

And lapsing waves on quiet shores. Snow Bound. 

The hope of all who suffer, 
The dread of all who wrong. 

The Mantle of St. Juhn de Matha. 

I know not where His islands lift 

Their fronded palins in air ; 
I only know I cannot drift 

Beyond His love and cure. The Eternal Goodness. 

SALMOX P. CHASE. .1808-1873. 

The Constitution, in all its provisions, looks to an in- 
destructible Union composed of indestructible States. 

Decision in Texas v. White, 7 Wallace* 725. 

No more slave States ; no slave Territories. 

Platform of the Free Soil National Convention, 1848. 

The way to resumption is to resume. 

Letter to Horace Greeley, March 17, 1866 


My country, J t is of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing : 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the pilgrims* pride, 
From every mountain-side 

Let freedom ring. National ffym* 


Our fathers' God, to thee- 
Author of liberty, 

To thee I sing 5 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light 5 
Protect us by thy might, 

Great God, our King ! National Hymn, 


There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb 
The crowns o' the world ; oh, eyes sublime 

With tears and laughter for all time ! 

A Vision of Poet* 

And Chaucer, with his infantine 
Familiar clasp of things divine. ibid.. 

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, 

Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when 

The world was worthy of such men. y&&. 

Knowledge by suffering entereth, 

And life is perfected by death. ibid. Conclusion^ 

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds .sang- 

west. Tottslozoly. 

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our 

Bound our restlessness His rest. Rhyme of the Duchess* 

Or from Browning some " Pomegranate, " which if cut 
deep down the middle 

Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined human- 
ity. Lady Geraldine's Courtship, sell 

But since he had 

The genius to be loved, why let him have 
The justice -to be honoured in his grave. 

Crowned and buried, 


Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man. 

To George Sand. A Desire. 
By thunders of white Silence. Eiram Powers Greek Slave. 

And that dismal cry rose slowly 
And sank slowly through the air, 

Full of spirit's melancholy . 
And eternity's despair ; 

And they heard the words it said, 

"Pan is dead ! great Pan is dead ! 

Pan, Pan is dead ! " \ The Dead Pan. 

Death forerunneth Love to win 
" Sweetest eyes were ever seen." 

Catarina to Camoens. ix. 
She has seen the mystery hid 
Under Egypt's pyramid : 
By those eyelids pale and close 
H"ow she knows what Ehamses knows. 

Little Mattie. Stanza ii. 
But so fair, 

She takes the breath of men away 
Who gaze upon her unaware. 

Blanca among the Nightingales, xii. 

<3od answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, 
And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, 

A gauntlet With a gift in 't. Aurora Leigh. Book ii. 

The growing drama has outgrown such toys 

Of simulated stature, face, and speech : 

It also peradventure may outgrow 

The simulation of the painted scene, 

Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, 

.And take for -a worthier stage the soul itself, 

Its shifting fancies and celestial lights, 

With all its grand orchestral silences 

To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds. Book v 

1 Thamus . . . uttered with a loud voice his message, " The great Pan 
:is dead." PLUTARCH: Why the Oracles cease to give Answers. 


ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 1809-1865. 

I believe this government cannot endure permanently 
half slave and half free. Speech, June 16, isss. 

Let us have faith that right makes might ; and in that 
faith let us dare to do our duty as we understand it. 

Address, New York City, Feb. 21, 1859- 

In giving freedom to the slave we assure freedom to- 
the free, honorable alike in what we give and what w^ 

preserve. Second Annual Message to Congress, Dec. 1, 1862. 

That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth, 
of freedom, and that government of the people, by the 
. people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. 1 

Speech at Gettysburg, Nov. 19, 1863* 

With malice towards none, with charity for all, with, 
firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right. 2 

Second Inaugural Address^ March 4, 1865* 

CHARLES DARWIK 1809-1882. 

I have called this principle, by which each slight 
variation, if useful, is preserved, by the term Natural 

Selection. The Origin of Species. Chap.iii* 

We will now discuss in a little more detail the Strug- 
gle for Existence. 8 ibid- 

The expression often used by Mr. Herbert Spencer of 
the Survival of the Fittest is more accurate, and is some- 
times equally convenient. 4 

1 See Daniel Webster, page 532. 2 See J. Q. Adams, page 458. 

* The perpetual struggle for room and food . M ALTHUS .: On Population*. 
chap. f.j>.4(1798). 

4 This survival of the fittest which I have here sought to express in me- 
chanical terms, is that which Mr. Darwin has called "natural selection, or 
the preservation of favoured races in the struggle for life." HERBERT 
SPKNCEB: Principles of Biology. Indirect Equilibration. 



(From tlte edition of 188^) 

This laurel greener from the brows 

Of him that utter* d nothing base. TO the Queen. 

And statesmen at her council met 
Who knew the seasons, when to take 
Occasion by the hand, and make 

The bounds of freedom wider yet. ibid* 

Broad based upon her people's will, 

And compassed by the inviolate sea. ibid* 

For it was in the golden prime 
Of good Haroun Alraschid. 

Recollections of the Arabian Nights.. 

Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, 

The love of love. The Poet. 

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams. 

The Two Voices. Stanza cxxvii* 
Across the walnuts and the wine. 

The Miller's Daughter* 

love ! fire ! once he drew 

With one long kiss my whole soul through 

My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. 1 Fatima. Stanza s. 

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, 

These three alone lead life to sovereign power. (Enone* 

Because right is right, to follow right 
Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence. ibid* 

1 built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, 

Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. The Palace of Art. 

Her manners had not that repose 
Which stamps the caste of Yere de Vere. 

Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza & 
1 See Marlowe, page 41. 


From yon blue heaven above us bent, 
The grand old gardener and his wife 1 
Smile at the claims of long descent. 

Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 7. 

However it be, it seems to me, 

'T is only noble to be good. 2 
Kind hearts are more than coronets, 

And simple faith than Norman blood. ibid. 

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother 

dear ; 
To-morrow J ll be the 'happiest time of all the glad New 

Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest 

For I >m to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be queen 

0' the May. The May Quten. 

Ah, why 
Should life all labour be ? 

The Lotuz-Eaters. w. 

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, 
And most divinely fair. 8 

A Dream of Fair Women. Stanza xxil. 

God gives us love. Something to love 
He lends us ; but when love is grown 

To ripeness, that on which it throve 
Falls off, and love is left alone. TO J. 8. 

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace ! 

Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, 
While the stars burn, the moons increase, 

And the great ages onward roll. 

1 This line stands in Moxon's edition of 1842, 

" The gardener Adam and his wife," 
and has been restored by the author in his edition of 1873 

2 See Chapman, page 37. 
8 See Pope, page 340. 


Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet ! 

Nothing conies to thee new or strange. 
Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; 
- Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. TO J. 8. 

More black than ash-buds in the front of March. 

The Gardener's Daughter. 

Of love that never found hie earthly close, 

What sequel ? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts ; 

Or all the same as if he had not been ? Lwe and Duty. 

The long mechanic pacings to and fro, 

The set, gray life, and apathetic end. ibid. 

Ah, when shall all men's good 
Be each man's rule, and universal peace 
Lie like a shaft of light across the land, 
And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, 
Thro' all the circle of the golden year ? 

The Golden Tear. 

I am a part of all that I have met. 1 

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, 
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use, 
As tho' to breathe were life ! 

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, 
And see the great Achilles whom we knew. 

Here at the quiet limit of the world. Tithonus, 

In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd 

dove ; 
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to 

. . thoughts Of love. LocMey Hall. Line 19. 

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the- 

chords with might ; 

Smote the chord of Self, thaVtrembling, passed in imisie. 
-out of sight. 

1 Sw Byron, page 543. 


He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent 

its novel force, 
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his 

horse. Locksley ffnlL Line 49. 

This is truth the poet sings, 

That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier 
things. 1 Line 75. 

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams. Line 79 

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daugh- 
ter's heart. Line 94. 

But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that 
Honour feels. Lineios. 

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping some- 
thing new. Line 117. 

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing pur- 

pose runs, 
And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process 

of the suns. Line 137 

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. Linei4i. 

I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky 
race. Lineies. 

I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. 

Line 178. 

Let the great world spin forever down the ringing 
grooves of change. Linei82. 

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. 

Line 284. 

I waited for the train at Coventry ; 

I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, 

To watch the three tall spires ; and there I shaped 

The city's ancient legend into this. Oodiva 

1 See Longfellow, page 618. 


And on her lover's arm she leant, 
And round her waist she i'elt it fold, 

And far across the hills they went 
In that new world which is the old. 

The Buy-Dream. The Departure, i 

And o'er the hills, and far away 
Beyond their utmost purple rim. 

Beyond the night, across the day, 
Thro* all the world she follow'd him. 

Ibid. iv. 

We are ancients of the earth, 

And in the morning of the times. UJEnvoi. 

As she fled fast through sun and shade 
The happy winds upon her play'd, 
Blowing the ringlet from the braid. 

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere, 

For now the poet cannot die, 
ISTor leave his music as of old, 
But round him ere he scarce be cold 

Begins the scandal and the cry. 

To , after reading a Life, and Letters. 

But oh for the touch of a vanish'd hand, 
And the sound of a voice that is still ! 

Break, break, break. 

But the tender grace of a day that is dead 

Will never come back to me. ibid. 

For men may come and men may go, 

But I go on forever. Tie Brook. 

Mastering the lawless science of our law, 

That codeless myriad of precedent, 

That wilderness of single instances. Aylmer's Field. 

Rich in saving common-sense, 
And, as the greatest only are, 
In his simplicity sublime. 

Ode on tke Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4. 

Oh good gray head which all men knew ! ibid ^ 


That tower of strength 
Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew. 

Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington. Stanza 4. 

For this is England's greatest son, 

He that gain'd a hundred fights, 

And never lost an English gun. Stanza 6 

Not once or twice in our rough-island story 

The path of duty was the way to glory. Stanza & 

All in the valley of death 
Eode the six hundred. 

The Charge of the Light Brigade. Stanza 1. 

Some one had blunder'd : 
Theirs not to make reply, 
Theirs not to reason why, 
Theirs but to do and die. stanza & 

Cannon to right of them, 
Cannon to left of them, 
Cannon in front of them. 

Into the jaws of death, 1 
Into the mouth of hell 
Eode the six hundred. Stanza 3t 

That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of 

That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought 

with outright 5 
But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to 

^ The Grandmother. Stanza 8. 

Love I what hours were thine and mine, 
In lands of palm and southern pine j 

In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, 
Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine ! 

. The Daisy. Stanza 1. 

< l d ? lth --T S T 5^ ESPEA =- Twelfth Night, act m. sc. 4. Da 
S: Weeke* and Worket, day I. part 4. 


So dear a life your arms enfold, 
Whose crying is a cry for gold. 

The Daisy. Stanza 24. 

Bead my little fable : 

He that runs may read. 1 
Most can raise the flowers now, 

For all have got the seed. The Flower. 

In that fierce light which beats upon a throne. 

Idylls of the King. Dedication. 

It is the little rift within the lute 

That by and by will make the music mute, 

And ever widening slowly silence all. 

Ibid. Merlin and Vivien. 

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, 
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. 

Ibid. Launcelot and Elaine. 

The old order changeth, yielding place to new ; 

And God fulfils himself in many ways, 

Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. 

The Passing of Arthur. 

I am going a long way 
With these thou seest if indeed I go 
(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) 
To the island-valley of Avilion, 
Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, 
Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies 
Deep-meadow' d, happy, fair with orchard lawns 
And bowery hollows crown' d with summer sea* 
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound. md. 

With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, 
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair. 

The Princess. Prologue. Line 141. 

A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, 

And sweet as English air could make her, she. 

Part i. Lint 153. 
1 See Cowper, page 422. 


Jewels five-words-long, 
That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time 

Sparkle forever. The Princess. Part it. Line 35ft 

Blow, bugle, blow I set the wild echoes flying ! 
Blow, bugle ! answer, echoes ! dying, dying, dying. 

Part Hi. Line 352. 

. Love ! they die in yon rich sky, 

They faint on hill or field or river : 
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, 
And grow forever and forever. 
Blow, bugle, blow ! set the wild echoes flying ! 
And answer, echoes, answer ! dying, dying, dying. 

Line 360. 

There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun. 

Part iv. Line 1. 

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. 
Tears from, the depth of some divine despair 
feise in the heart and gather to the eyes, 
In looking on the happy autumn-fields, 
And thinking of the days that are no more. Line 21. 

Unto dying eyes 
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square. 

Line 33. 

Dear as. remembered kisses after death, 
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 
On lips that are for others ; deep as love, 
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret. 
Oh death in life, the days that are no more ! Line 36. 

Sweet is every sound, 

Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; 
Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, 
The moan of doves in immemorial elms, 
And murmuring of innumerable bees. PartviL Line 203. 

Happy he 

With such a mother ! faith in womankind 
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high 
Oomes easy -to him ; and tho' he trip and fall, 
He shall not blind his soul .with clay. Line sos. 


Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null. 

Maud. Part i. ii. 

That jewell'd mass of millinery, 
That oil'd and curPd Assyrian Bull. vi. Stanza 6. 

Gorgonized me from head to foot, 
With a stony British stare. xiii. Stanza 2. 

Come into the garden, Maud, 
Eor the black bat, night, has flown ; 

Come into the garden, Maud, 
I am here at the gate alone. jcxii. Stanza i. 

.Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. Stanza o. 

Ah, Christ, that it were possible 

For one short hour to see 
The souls we loved, that they might tell us 

What and where they be. Part a. iv. Stanza 3. 

Let knowledge grow from more to more. 

In Mtmoriam. Prologue. Line 25. 

I held it truth, with him who sings x 

To one clear harp in divers tones, 

That men may rise on stepping-stones 
Of their dead selves to higher things. 2 i. Stanza j. 

But for the unquiet heart and brain 
A use in measured language lies ; 
. The sad mechanic exercise 
Like dull narcotics numbing pain. v. Stanza 2. 

Never morning wore 
To evening, but some heart did break. vi. Stanza 2. 

And topples round the dreary west 
A looming bastion fringed with fire. xv. Stanzas 

i The poet alluded to is Goethe. I know this from Lord Tennyson him- 
self, although he could not identify the passage ; and when I submitted to 
him a small book of mine on his marvellous poem, he wrote. " It is Goethe's 
creed," on this very passage. Rev. Dr. GETTY (vicar of. Ecclesfield, York- 

* See Longfellow, page 616. 



And from his ashes may be made 
The violet of Ms native land. 1 / Memoriam. xviii. Stanza 1. 

I do but sing because I must, 
And pipe but as the linnets sing. 2 

The shadow cloak'd from head to foot. 
Who keeps the keys of all the creeds. 

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought 
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. 

? T is better to have loved and lost 
Than never to have loved at all. 8 

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. 

Whose faith has centre everywhere, 
Nor cares to fix itself to form. 

Short swallow-flights of song, that dip 
Their wings in tears, and skim away. 

Hold thou the good ; define it well ; 

For fear divine Philosophy 

Should push beyond her mark, and be 
Procuress to the Lords of Hell. 

Oh yet we trust that somehow good 
Will be the final goal of ill. 

But what am I ? 
An infant crying in the night : 
An infant crying for the light, 
And with no language but a cry. 

So careful of the type she seems, 
So careless of the single life. 

The great world's altar-stairs, 
That slope through darkness up to God. 
Who battled for the True, the Just. ^ stanza s. 

1 See Shakespeare, page 144. 

2 I sing but as the linnet sings. GOETHE: Wilhelm Meister t book ii 

. * See Crabbe, page 444. 

xxi. Stanza 6. 

xxiii. Stanza 7. 

Stanza 2_ 

Stanza 4. 

x-xvii. Stanza 4. 
xxxii. Stanza 7. 

scxxiii. Stanza 1. 
xlviii. Stanza, 4. 

liii. Stanza 4. 

liv. Stanza 1. 

Stanza 5. 

Iv. Stanza 2. 


And grasps the skirts of happy chance, 
And breasts the blows of circumstance. 

In Memoriam. Ixw. Stanza 2. 

And lives to clutch the golden keys, 
To mould a mighty state's decrees, 
And shape the whisper of the throne. Stanza a. 

So many worlds, so much to do, 

So little done, such things to be. ixxtii. Stanza i. 

Thy leaf has perish' d in the green. 

And while we breathe beneath the sun, 

The world, which credits what is done, 
Is cold to all that might have been. ixxv. Stanza 4. 

O last regret, regret can die ! ixxvia. Stanza 5. 

There lives more faith in honest doubt, 
Believe me, than in half the creeds. xcri. stanza 3. 

He seems so near, and yet so far. sccmi. Stanza 6. 

King out, wild bells, to the wild sky ! ?. Stanza i. 

Eing out the old, ring in the new, 

Sing, happy bells, across the snow ! stanza 2. 

Eing out, ring out my mournful rhymes, 
But ring the fuller minstrel in ! Stanza s. 

Eing out old shapes of foul disease, 

Eing out the narrowing lust of gold ; 

Eing out the thousand wars of old, 
Eing in the thousand years of peace ! Stanza 7. 

Eing in the valiant man and free, 

The larger heart, the kindlier hand ! 

Eing out the darkness of the land, 
Eing in the Christ that is to be ! Stanza s. 

And thus he bore without abuse 

The grand old name of gentleman, 

Defamed by every charlatan, 
And soil'd with all ignoble use. carf. Stanza & 


Some novel power 
Sprang up forever at a touch, 
And hope could never hope too much 
In watching thee from hour to hour. 

In Memoriam. exit. Stanza 3, 

Large elements in order brought, 

And tracts of calm from tempest made, 

And world-wide fluctuation sway'd, 
In vassal tides that followed thought. stanza 4. 

Wearing all that weight 
Of learning lightly like a flower. Conclusion. Stanza 10. 

One G-od, one law, one element, 
. And one far-off divine event 
To which the whole creation moves. Stanza 36. 

HOUG-HTON). 1809-1885. 

But on anol up, where Nature's heart 
Beats strong amid the hills. 

Tragedy of the Lac de Gaiibe. Stanza 2. 

Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, 
Like instincts, unawares. The Men of Old. 

A man's best things are nearest him, 
Lie close about his feet. 

I wandered by the brookside, 

I the mill ; 
I could not hear the brook flow, 

The noisy wheel was stilL . 

The beating of my own heart 
Was all the sound I heard. 

HOLMES. 635 


Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! 

Long has it waved on high, 
And many an eye has danced to see 

That banner in the sky. old ironsides. 

Nail to the mast her holy flag, 

Set every threadbare sail, 
And give her to the god of storms, 

The lightning and the gale ! ibid* 

Like sentinel and nun, they keep 
Their vigil on the green. 

The Cambridge Churchyard* 

The mossy marbles rest 

On the lips that he has prest 

In their bloom ; 

And the names he loved to hear 
Have been carved for many a year 

On the tomb. The Last Leaf. 

- I know it is a sin 
For me to sit and grin 

At him here ; 

But the old three-cornered hat, 
And the breeches, and all that, 

Are so queer ! md. 

Thou say'st an undisputed thing 
In such a solemn way. TO an 7n*ec*. 

Their discords sting through Burns and Moore, 

Like hedgehogs dressed in lace. 

The Music-Grinder*. 

You think they are crusaders sent 

Prom some infernal cliine, 
To pluck the eyes of sentiment 

And dock the tail of Rhyme, 
To crack the voice of Melody 

And break the legs of Time. 

636 HOLMES. 

And since, I never dare to write 

As funny as I can. The Height of the Ridiculous. 

When the last reader reads no more. The Last Reader* 

The freeman casting with unpurchased hand 
The vote that shakes the turrets of the land. 

Poetry, a Metrical Essay. 

' *T is the heart's current lends the cup its glow, 
Whatever the fountain whence the draught may flow. 

A Sentiment* 

Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure 
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor ! 

A Rhymed Lesson. Urania. 

And when you stick on conversation's burrs, 
Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs. 


Thine eye was on the censer, 
; And not the hand that bore it. 

Lines by a Clerk. 

Where go the poet's lines ? 

Answer, ye evening tapers ! 
Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, 

Speak from your folded papers ! 

The Poet's Lot. 

A few can touch the magic string, 
And noisy Fame is proud to win them ; 

Alas for those that never sing, 
But die with all their music in them ! 

The Voiceless. 

O hearts that break and give no sign 
Save whitening lip and fading tresses ! ibid, 

Build thee more stately mansions, my soul, 

As the swift seasons roll ! 

Leave thy low-vaulted past ! 

Let each new temple, nobler than the last, 

Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, 

Till thou at length art free, 

Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea ! 

The Chambered Nautilus. 

HOLMES. 637 

His home ! the Western giant smiles, 
And twirls the spotty globe to find it , 

This little speck, the British Isles ? 
? T is but a freckle, never mind it. 

A Good Time going 

But Memory blushes at the sneer, 
And Honor turns with frown defiant, 

And Freedom, leaning on her spear, 

Laughs louder than the laughing giant. ibid. 

You hear that boy laughing? you think he ; s all fun-; 
But the angels laugh, too, at the good he has done ; 
The children laugh loud as they troop to his call, 
And the poor man that knows him laughs loudest of all. 

The Boys. 

Good to the heels the well-worn slipper feels 
When the tired player shuffles off the buskin 5 

A page of Hood may do a fellow good 
After a scolding from Carlyle or Buskin. 

How not to settle it. 

A thought is often original, though you have uttered 

it a hundred times. The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, i. 

People that make puns are like wanton boys that put 
coppers on the railroad tracks. jiid. 

Everybody likes and respects self-made men. It is a 
great deal better to be made in that way than not to be 
made at all. j^id. 

Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits 
them all. iud. vi. 

There is that glorious epicurean paradox uttered by 
my friend the historian, 1 in one of his flashing moments : 
" Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with 
its necessaries. " To this must certainly be added that 

l John Lothrop Motley. 

Said Scopas ofThessaly, "We rich men count our felicity and happi- 
ness to lie in these superfluities, and not in those necessary things." PLU- 
TARCH : On the Love of Wealth. 


other saying of one of the wittiest of men : x " Good Amer- 
icans when they die go to Paris." 

The Autocrat of 'the Breakfast-Table, vi. 

Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. 
You could n't pry that out of a Boston man if you had 
the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar. 


The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the 
centre of each and every town or city. n>id. 

the world's great men have not commonly been great 
scholars, nor its great scholars great men. /$#. 

Knowledge and timber should n't be much used till 
they are seasoned. m^ 

The hat is the ultimum moriens of respectability. 

Ibid. viii. 

To be seventy years young is sometimes far more 
cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old. 

On the Seventieth Birthday of Julia Ward Howe (May 27, 2889). 


Our Country, whether bounded by the St. John's 
and the Sabine, or however otherwise bounded or de- 
scribed, and be the measurements more or less, still 
our Country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be 
defended by all our hands. 

Toast at Faneuil HaU on the Fourth of July, 1845. 

A star for every State, and a State for every star. 

Address on Boston Common in 1862. 

There are no points of the compass on the chart of 

true patriotism. Letter to Boston Commercial Club in 1879. 

1 Thomas G. Appletou. 


The poor must be wisely visited and liberally cared 
for, so that mendicity shall not be tempted into men- 
dacity, nor want exasperated into crime. 

Yorktown Oration in 1881. 

Slavery is but half abolished, emancipation is but half 
completed, while millions of freemen with votes in their 
hands are left without education. Justice to them, the 
welfare of the States in which they live, the safety of 
-the whole Republic, the dignity of the elective fran- 
chise, all alike demand that the still remaining bonds 
of ignorance shall be unloosed and broken, and the 
minds as well as the bodies of the emancipated go free. 


, JAMES ALDRICH. 1810-1856. 

Her suffering ended with the day, 

Yet lived she at its close, 
And breathed the long, long night away 

In statue-like repose. A Death-Bed. 

But when the sun in all his state 

Illumed the eastern skies, 
She passed through Glory's morning-gate, 

And walked in Paradise. Mid. 

THEODORE PARKER. 1810-1860. 

There is what I call the American idea. . . . This 
idea demands, as the proximate organization thereof, a 
democracy, that is, a government of all the people, by 
all the people, for all the people ; of course, a govern- 
ment of the principles of eternal justice, the unchanging 
law of God. For shortness* sake I will call it the idea of 

[Freedom. 1 Speech at the N. E. Antislavery Convention, 

May 29, 1850. 

l See Daniel Websteiypage 532, 


EDMUND H. SEARS. 1810-1876. 

Calm on the listening ear of night 
Come Heaven's melodious strains, 

Where wild Judea stretches far 

Her silver-mantled plains. Christma$ 

It came upon the midnight clear, 

That glorious SOng of Old. The Angels' Sony 

MARTIN" F. TUPPER. 1810-1889. 
A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure. 

Of Education* 

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love. Of immortality*. 

EDGAR A. POE. 1811-1849. 

Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber 

Perched, and sat, and nothing more. The 

Whom unmerciful disaster 
Followed fast and followed faster. 

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form. 

from off my door ! 
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on. 

the floor 
Shall be lifted Nevermore ! 

To the glory that was Greece 
And the grandeur that was Rome. 


Revolutions are not made ; they come. 

Speech, Jan. 28, 1852* 

What the Puritans gave the world was not thought, 

but action. Speech, Dec. 21, 1855. 

One on God's side is a majority. Speech, Nov. i, ISM. 

Every man meets his Waterloo at last. ibid. 

Eevolutions never go backward. Speech, Feb. 12, 


A sacred burden is this life ye bear : 
Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, 
Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly. 
Pail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, 
But onward, upward, till the goal ye win. 

Lines addressed to the Young Gentlemen leaving the Leno 
Academy, Mass. 

Better trust all, and be deceived, 

And weep that trust and that deceiving, 

Than doubt one heart, that if believed 
Had blessed one's life with true believing. 



Ho ! stand to your glasses steady ! 

3 T is all we have left to prize. 
A cup to the dead already, 

Hurrah for the next that dies ! x 

Revelry in India. 

1 This quatrain appears with variations in several stanzas. "The poem,'* 
says Mr. Rossiter Johnson in "Famous Single and Fugitive Poems," "is 
persistently attributed to Alfred Domett; but in a letter to me, Feb. 6, 1879, 
he says : * I did not write that poem, and was never in India in my life. I 
am as ignorant of the authorship as you can be.' " 




It was the calm and silent night ! 

Seven hundred years and fifty-three 
Had Rome been growing up to might, 

And now was queen of land and sea. 
No sound was heard of clashing wars, 

Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain j 
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars 

Held undisturbed their ancient reign 
In the solemn midnight, 

Centuries ago. Christmas Hymn 


Little drops of water, little grains of sand, 

Make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land. 

So the little minutes, humble though they be, 

Make the mighty ages of eternity. Little Things, 1845. 

Little deeds of kindness, little words of love, 

Help to make earth happy like the heaven above. /&,/. 


I have always believed that success would be the inev- 
itable result if the two services, the army and the navy, 
had fair play, and if we sent the right man to fill the 

right place. 1 speech in Partiament, Jan. 15, 1855.* 

1 See Sydney Smith, page 461. 

2 Thrs speech is reported in Hansard's Parliamentary Debates, Third Series, 
vol. cxxxviii. p. 2077. 


EOBEET BROWNING, 1812-1890." 

Any nose 
May ravage with impunity a rose. 

Bordello. Book m. 

That we devote ourselves to God, is seen 
In living just as though no God there were. 

Paracelsus. Part i. 

Be sure that God 
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart. 

I see my way as birds their trackless way. 
I shall arrive, what time, what circuit first, 
I ask not ; but unless God send his hail 
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, 
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive : 
He guides me and the bird. In his good time. 

Are there not, dear Michal, 
Two points in the adventure of the diver, 
One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge ; 
One, when a prince he rises with his pearl ? 
Festus, I plunge. 

God is the perfect poet, 
Who in his person acts his own creations. part a. 

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung 
To their first fault, and withered in their pride. 


I give the fight up : let there be an end, 
A privacy, an obscure nook for me. 
I want to be forgotten even by God. Part 

Progress is 
The law of life : man is not Man as yet. ibid. 

Say not a small event ! " Why small " ? 
Costs it more pain that this ye call 


A "great event" should come to pass 
From that ? Untwine me from the mass 
Of deeds which make up life, one deed 
Power shall fall short in or exceed ! 

Pippa Passes. Introduction 

God 's in his heaven : 

All 's right with the world. ibid. Part i 

Some unsuspected isle in the far seas, 

Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas. p ar t it. 

In the morning of the world, 

When earth was nigher heaven than now. 

Part Hi, 

All service ranks the same with God, 

With God, whose puppets, best and worst, 

Are we : there is no last nor first. Part n*. 

I trust in Nature for the stable laws 

Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant 

And Autumn garner to the end of time. 

I trust in God, the right shall be the right 

And other than the wrong, while he endures. 

I trust in my own soul, that can perceive 

The outward and the inward, Nature's good 

And God's. j Soul's Tragedy. Act i. 

Ever judge of men by their 'professions. For though 
the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and. 
cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's ex- 
travagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by 
it, I say, not by his performance; which is half the 
world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its- 
accidents and circumstances : the profession was purely 
the man's own. I judge people by what they might be, 
not are, nor will be. ]bidt Actiit 

There 's a woman like a dewdrop, she ? s so purer than the* 

purest. slot in the 'Scutcheon. Act t. Sc. iii> 


When is man strong until he feels alone ? 

Colombe's Birthday. Act iti. 

When the fight begins within himself, 
A man ? s worth something. 

Men and Women. Bishop Blougram's Apology. 

The sprinkled isles, 
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea. cieon. 

And I have written three books on the soul, 

Proving absurd all written hitherto, 

And putting us to ignorance again. ibid. 

Sappho survives, because we sing her songs ; 

And JEschylus, because we read his plays ! ibid. 

.Rafael made a century of sonnets. One Word More. a. 

Other heights in other lives, God willing. *. 

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures 
Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, 
One to show a woman when he loves her ! xvii. 

Oh their Eafael of the dear Madonnas, 

Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno, 

Wrote one song and in my brain I sing it ; 

Drew one angel borne, see, on my bosom ! &. 

The lie was dead 
And damned, and truth stood up instead. 

Count Gitmond. xiii. 

Over my head his arm he flung 

Against the world. *** 

Just my vengeance complete, 
The man sprang to his feet, 
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed ! 

So, I was afraid! Instans Tyrannus. vii 

Oh never star 
Was lost here but it rose afar. Waring. & 


Sing, riding ? s a joy ! For ine I ride. 

The last Ride together, mi. 

When the liquor 's out, why clink the cannikin ? 

The Flight of the Duchess. xvL 

That low man seeks a little thing to do, 

Sees it and does it ; 
This high man, with a great thing to pursue, 

Dies ere he knows it. 
That low man goes on adding one to one, 

His hundred ? s soon hit ; 
This high man, aiming at a million, 

Misses an unit. 
That has the world here should he need the next, 

Let the world mind him ! 
This throws himself on God, and unperplexed 

Seeking shall find him. A Grammarian's Funeral. 

Lofty designs must close in like effects. j ^ 

I hear you reproach, " But delay was best, 

For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do 

As well; I reply, to serve for a test 

As a virtue golden through and through, 

Sufficient to vindicate itself 

And prove its worth at a moment's view ! 

Let a man contend to the uttermost 

For his life's set prize, be it what it will ! . 

The counter our lovers staked was lost 

As surely as if it were lawful coin ; 

And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost 

Is the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, 

Though the end in sight was a vice, I say. 

The Statue and the Bust. 
Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years. 

Chllde Roland to the Dark Tower came, 

Just for a handful of silver he left us, 
Just for a riband to stick in his coat The Lost Leader, 


We shall march prospering, not thro' his presence ; 

Songs may inspirit us, not from his lyre ; 
Deeds will be done, while he boasts his quiescence, 

Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire. 

The Lost Leader. 

They are perfect; how else ? they shall never change: 
We are faulty ; why not ? we have time in store. 

Old Pictures in Florence, xvi. 

What 's come to perfection perishes. 
Things learned on earth we shall practise in heaven ; 
Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes. xcil 

Italy, my Italy I 

Queen Mary's saying serves for me 

(When fortune's malice 

Lost her Calais) : 
" Open my heart, and you will see 
Graved inside of it ' Italy.' " $ e Gustibus. n 

That 's the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over, 
Lest you should think he never could recapture 
The first fine careless rapture. 

Home-Thoughts from Abroad, ii. 

God made all the creatures, and gave them our love and 

our fear, 
To give sign we and they are his children, one family 

here. soul. vi. 

How gpod is man's life, the mere living! how fit to 


All the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy ! 


'T is not what man does which exalts him, but what man 
would do. 

woman-country ! 1 wooed not wed, 

Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, 
Laid to their hearts instead. By the Fireside, 

i Italy. 


That great brow 
And the spirit-small hand propping it. 

By the Fireside, axdii. 

If two lives join, there is oft a scar. 

They are one and one, with a shadowy third ; 
One near one is too far. x lvi 

Only I discern 

Infinite passion, and the pain 
Of finite hearts that yearn. TWO in the Campagna. xii. 

Bound and round, like a dance of snow 
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go 
Floating the women faded for ages, 
Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages. 

Women and Roses. 

How he lies in his rights of a man ! 

Death has done all death can. 

And absorbed in the new life he leads, 

He recks not, he heeds 

Nor his wrong nor iny vengeance ; both strike 

On his senses alike, 

And are lost in the solemn and strange 

Surprise of the change. After. 

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, 
And did he stop and speak to you, 

And did you speak to him again ? 
How strange it seems, and new ! 

Memorabilia, i. 

He who did well in war just earns the right 

To begin doing well in peace. Lurw. Act U. 

And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, 

Is quick and transient, comes, and lo ! is gone, 

While Northern thought is slow and durable. 

Act v. 

A people is but the attempt of many 
To rise to the completer life of one ; 
And those who live as models for the mass 
Are singly of more value than they all. 


I count life just a stuff 

To try the soul's strength on. in a Balcony. 

Was there nought better than to enjoy ? 
No feat which, done, would make time break, 
And let us pent-up creatures through 
Into eternity, our due ? 

No forcing earth teach heaven's employ ? 

JDis Aliter Visum ; or, Le Byron de nos Jour*. 

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall 

live as before; 

The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; 
What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good 

more ; 
On the earth the broken arcs ; in the heaven, a perfect 

round. Abt Vogler. ix. 

Then welcome each rebuff 

That turns earth's smoothness rough, 
Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go ! 

Be our joys three-parts pain ! 

Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; 
Learn, nor account the pang ; dare, never grudge the 

throe ! Rabbi Ben Ezra. 

What I aspired to be, 

And was not, comforts me. ibid. 

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure. ibid. 

For life, with all it yields of joy and woe, 
And hope and fear (believe the aged friend), 
Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love, 
How love might be, hath been indeed, and is. 

A Death in the Desert 

The body sprang 
At once to the height, and stayed ; but the soul, no ! 


What ? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, 
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew ? 
No ! grown, his growth lasts ; taught, he ne'er forgets : 
May learn a thousand things, not twice the same. ibid 


For I say this is death and the sole death, 
When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, 
Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, 
And lack of love from love made manifest. 

A Death in the Desert, 

Progress, man's distinctive mark alone, 

Not God's, and not the beasts : God is, they are ; 

Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be. /&$& 

The ultimate, angels' law, 
Indulging every instinct of the soul 
There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing ! nid, 

How sad and bad and mad it was ! 
But then, how it was sweet ! Confessions. &. 

So may a glory from defect arise. Deaf and Dumb. 

This could but have happened once, 
And we missed it, lost it forever. 

Youth and Art. amii. 

Fear death ? to feel the fog in my throat, 
The mist in iny face. 

!Nb ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, 

The heroes of old ; 
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears 

Of pain, darkness, and cold. Prospice. 

It ? s wiser being good than bad ; 
It 's safer being meek than fierce ; 
. It 's fitter being sane than mad. 

My own hope is, a sun will pierce 
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched ; 

That after Last returns the First, 
Though a wide compass round be fetched; 

That what began best can't end worst, 

Nor what God blessed once prove accurst. 

Apparent Failure, vft. 

In the great right of an excessive wrong. 

: The Ring and the Book. The other Half-Rome. Line 1055. 


Was never evening yet 
But seemed far beautifuller than its day. 

The Ring and the Book. PompUia. Line 557, 

The curious crime, the fine 
Felicity and flower of wickedness. 

Ibid. The Pope. Line 590. 

Of what I call God, 
And fools call Nature. Line 1073, 

Why comes temptation, but for man to meet 

And master and make crouch beneath his foot, 

And so be pedestaled in triumph ? Line uss. 

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good 

Compensate bad in man, absolve him so : 

Life's business being just the terrible choice. . Line 1236. 

It is the glory and good of Art 
That Art remains the one way possible 
Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine, at least. 

Ibid. The Book and the Ring. Line 842. 

Thy a rare gold ring of verse (the poet praised) 
Linking our England to his Italy. Line. 873. 

But how carve way i ? the life that lies before, 
If bent on groaning ever for the past ? 

Balaustiori's Adventure. 

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, 
,Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed, 
As, God be thanked ! I do not. The inn Album, in 

Have you found your life distasteful ? 

My life did, and does, smack sweet. 
Was your youth of pleasure wasteful ? 

Mine I saved and hold complete. 
Do your joys with age diminish ? 

When mine fail me, I'll complain. 
Must in death your daylight finish ? 

My sun sets to rise again. 

At the t4 Mermaid." Stanza 10 

i Mrs. Browning. 


"With this same key 

Shakespeare unlocked his heart " * once more ! 
Did Shakespeare ? If so, the less Shakespeare he ! 

ffoitse. x. 

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, 
Eests never on the track until it reach 
Delinquency. 3 Cendaja. 

CHARLES DICKENS. 1812-1870. 
A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body ! 

Nicholas Nickieby. Chap, xxxiv. 

My life is one demd horrid grind. Chap. ixiv. 

In a Pickwickian sense. Pickwick Papers. Chap. L 

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, 

That creepeth o'er ruins old ! 
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, 

In his cell so lone and cold. 
Creeping where no life is seen, 

A rare old plant is the ivy green. chap. **. 

He 9 s tough, ma'am, tough is J. B. ; tough and devil- 
ish sly. Dombey and Son. Chap. viL 

When found, make a note of. ch npt ^ 

The bearings of this observation lays in the applica- 
tion on it. chap.xxUL 

Barkis is willin'. Darid cvpafM. Chap. v . 

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, all very 
good words for the lips, especially prunes and prism. 

Little Dorrit. Book ii. Chap. v 

Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution, 
Office was beforehand with all the public departments in. 
the art of perceiving HOW NOT TO DO IT. chap, x* 

In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. 

Christmas Carol. Stave 2> 
1 See Wordsworth, page 485. 2 g ee Herbert, page 206. 



Thought is deeper than all speech, 

Feeling deeper than all thought ; 
Souls to souls can never teach 

What unto themselves was taught. Stama& 
We are spirits clad in veils ; 

Man by man was never seen ; 
All our deep communing fails 

To remove the shadowy screen. ibid. 

F. W. FABER. 1814-1863. 

For right is right, since God is God, 1 

And right the day must win ; 
To doubt would be disloyalty, 

To falter would be sin. The night must vt. 

Labour itself is but a sorrowful song, 
The protest of the weak against the strong. 

The Sorrowful World. 


Cleon hath a million acres, ne'er a one have I ; 
Cleon dwelleth in a palace, in a cottage L cieon and /, 

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, 

As round and round we run ; 
And the truth shall ever come uppermost, 

And justice shall be done. Eternal Justice. Stanza 4. 

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen ; 

Aid it, hopes of honest men ! dear the Way. 

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, 
Where the shrill winds whistle free. Some love to roari* 
There 's a good time coming, boys ! 

A good time coming. The Good Time coming. 

See Crabbe, page 444. 


Old Tubal Cain -was a man of might 

In the days when earth was young. Tubal Cain, 


I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty ; 

I woke, and found that life was Duty. 

Was thy dream then a shadowy lie ? 

Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly \ 

And thou shalt find thy dream to be 

A truth and noonday light to thee. Life a Duty. 


We live in deeds, not years ; in thoughts, not breaths ; 
In feelings, not in figures on a dial. 
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives 
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. 
Life J s but a means unto an end ; that end 
Beginning, mean, and end to all things, God. 

Festus. Scene, A Country Ton-n. 

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, 
And tell them ; and the truth of truths is love. 

Scene, Another and a Better World. 

America ! half-brother of the world ! 

With something good and bad of every land. 

Scene, The Surface 

ELIZA COOK. 1817 . 

I love it, I love it, and who shall dare 

To chide me for loving that old arm-chair ? 

The Old Arm-Chair. 

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start 

When memory plays an old tune on the heart ! old Dobbin. 


NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. 1817-1867. 
At present there is no distinction among the upper ten 

thousand of the City. 1 Necessity for a Promenade Drive. 

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, 

And makes his pulses fly, 
To catch the thrill of a happy voice 

And the light of a pleasant eye. 

Saturday Afternoon. 

It is the month of June, 

The month of leaves and roses, 
When pleasant sights salute the eyes, 

And pleasant scents the noses. 

The Month of June. 

Let us -weep in bur darkness, but weep not for him ! 
Not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears ! 
Not for him who has died full of honor and years ! 
Not for him who ascended Fame's ladder so high 
From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky. 

The Death of Harrison. 


I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me ; 

If my bark sinks, 't is to another sea. 

A Poet's Hope. 

I sing New England, as she lights her fire 

In every Prairie's midst ; and where the bright 

Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night, 

She still is there, the guardian on the tower, 

To open for the world a purer hour. New England. 

Most joyful let the Poet be j 

It is through him that all men see. 

The Poet of the Old and New Time* 

1 See Haliburton, page 680. 

656 LOWELL. 


Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected. i re ne. 

Be noble ! and the nobleness that lies 

In other men, sleeping but never dead, 

Will rise in majesty to meet thine own. Sonnet \v. 

Great truths are portions of the soul of man ; 
Great souls are portions of eternity. Sonnet vi. 

To win the secret of a weed's plain heart. Sonnet xxv. 

Two meanings have our lightest fantasies, 
One of the flesh, and of the spirit one. 

Sonnet xzxiv. (Ed. 1844.) 

All thoughts that mould the age begin 
Deep down within the primitive soul. 

An Incident in a Railroad Car. 

It may be glorious to write 

Thoughts that shall glad the two or three 

High souls, like those far stars that come in sight 

Once in a century. xbld. 

'No man is born into the world whose work 
Is not born with him. There is always work, 
And tools to work withal, for those who will ; 
And blessed are the horny hands of toil. 

A Glance behind the Curtain. 

They are slaves who fear to speak 
For the fallen and the weak. 

They are slaves who dare not be 

In the right with two or three. stanzas on Freedom. 

Endurance is the crowning quality, 

And patience all the passion of great hearts. 


One day with life and heart 
. Is more than time enough to find a world. ibid. 

LOWELL. 657 

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to 

In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or 

evil side ; 
Some great cause, God's new Messiah offering each the 

bloom or blight, 
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon 

the right ; 
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and 

that light. The Present Crisis. 

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the 

Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her 

wretched crust, 
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous 

to be just ; 
Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward 

stands aside, 

Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified.