Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 793.
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 1045.
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.[309-4]
Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 167.
'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,— Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.
Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 644.
An undevout astronomer is mad.
Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 771.
The course of Nature is the art of God.[310-1]
Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 1267.
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 89.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 145.
They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 147.
None think the great unhappy but the great.[310-2]
Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 238.
Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 83.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 165.
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.[310-3]
Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 207.
Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282.
And waste their music on the savage race.[311-1]
Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 228.
For her own breakfast she 'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem.
Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 208.
One to destroy is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55.
How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97.
The man that makes a character makes foes.
To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28.
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277.
Accept a miracle instead of wit,— See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield.
Time elaborately thrown away.
The Last Day. Book i.
There buds the promise of celestial worth.
The Last Day. Book iii.
In records that defy the tooth of time.
The Statesman's Creed.
Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
The Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2.
And friend received with thumps upon the back.[312-1]
[306-3] See Congreve, page 295.
[307-1] Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus: "Once at supper, reflecting that he had done nothing for any that day, he broke out into that memorable and justly admired saying, 'My friends, I have lost a day!'"—SUETONIUS: Lives of the Twelve Caesars. (Translation by Alexander Thomson.)
[308-1] See Shakespeare, page 143.
[308-2] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. Dryden, page 272.
[308-3] Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
GOLDSMITH: The Hermit, stanza 8.
[308-4] See Dryden, page 268.
[308-5] See Dryden, page 270.
[309-1] See Dryden, page 268.
[309-2] See Bishop Hall, page 182.
[309-3] See Quarles, page 203.
[309-4] Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom.
BURNS: To a Mountain Daisy.
[310-1] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 218.
[310-2] See Nicholas Rowe, page 301.
[310-3] Speech was made to open man to man, and not to hide him; to promote commerce, and not betray it.—LLOYD: State Worthies (1665; edited by Whitworth), vol. i. p. 503.
Speech was given to the ordinary sort of men whereby to communicate their mind; but to wise men, whereby to conceal it.—ROBERT SOUTH: Sermon, April 30, 1676.
The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.—GOLDSMITH: The Bee, No. 3. (Oct. 20, 1759.)
Ils ne se servent de la pensee que pour autoriser leurs injustices, et emploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs pensees (Men use thought only to justify their wrong doings, and employ speech only to conceal their thoughts).—VOLTAIRE: Dialogue xiv. Le Chapon et la Poularde (1766).
When Harel wished to put a joke or witticism into circulation, he was in the habit of connecting it with some celebrated name, on the chance of reclaiming it if it took. Thus he assigned to Talleyrand, in the "Nain Jaune," the phrase, "Speech was given to man to disguise his thoughts."—FOURNIER: L'Esprit dans l'Histoire.
[311-1] And waste their sweetness on the desert air.—GRAY: Elegy, stanza 14. CHURCHILL: Gotham, book ii. line 20.
[312-1] The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves, by thumping on your back.
COWPER: On Friendship.
BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753.
Westward the course of empire takes its way;[312-2] The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day: Time's noblest offspring is the last.
On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.
Our youth we can have but to-day, We may always find time to grow old.
Can Love be controlled by Advice?[312-3]
[Tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate.[312-4]
Siris. Par. 217.
[312-2] See Daniel, page 39.
Westward the star of empire takes its way.—JOHN QUINCY ADAMS: Oration at Plymouth, 1802.
[312-3] AIKEN: Vocal Poetry (London, 1810).
[312-4] Cups That cheer but not inebriate.
COWPER: The Task, book iv.
JANE BRERETON. 1685-1740.
The picture placed the busts between Adds to the thought much strength; Wisdom and Wit are little seen, But Folly 's at full length.
On Beau Nash's Picture at full length between the Busts of Sir Isaac Newton and Mr. Pope.[312-5]
[312-5] DYCE: Specimens of British Poetesses. (This epigram is generally ascribed to Chesterfield. See Campbell, "English Poets," note, p. 521.)
AARON HILL. 1685-1750.
First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't; If she will do 't, she will; and there 's an end on 't. But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.[313-1]
Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.
'T is the same with common natures: Use 'em kindly, they rebel; But be rough as nutmeg-graters, And the rogues obey you well.
Verses written on a window in Scotland.
[313-1] The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:—
Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; And if she won't, she won't; so there 's an end on 't.
The Examiner, May 31, 1829.
THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740.
Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.
On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.
On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 45.
There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.[313-2]
On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 81.
The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.
To a Lady with a Present of Flowers.
I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Colin and Lucy.
[313-2] He who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them to live.—MONTAIGNE: Essays, book i. chap. ix.
I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to live; and I will show you in a very short time how to die.—SANDYS: Anglorum Speculum, p. 903.
Teach him how to live, And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.
PORTEUS: Death, line 316.
He taught them how to live and how to die.—SOMERVILLE: In Memory of the Rev. Mr. Moore.
SAMUEL MADDEN. 1687-1765.
Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just, Stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,— Trod under foot, the sport of every wind, Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind. There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie, And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty eye.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.[314-1]
[314-1] See Herbert, page 206.
ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.
Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan.[314-2]
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 1.
Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 9.
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.[315-1]
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 13.
Say first, of God above or man below, What can we reason but from what we know?
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 17.
'T is but a part we see, and not a whole.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 60.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 77.
Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 83.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 87.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.[315-2] The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 95.
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 99.
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 111.
In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 123.
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.[316-1]
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 139.
Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason,—man is not a fly.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 193.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 200.
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.[316-2]
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 217.
Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions sense from thought divide![316-3]
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 225.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 267.
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 271.
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To Him no high, no low, no great, no small;[316-4] He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all!
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 277.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.[316-5]
Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.[317-1]
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 1.
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,— The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.[317-2]
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 13.
Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 63.
In lazy apathy let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; Contracted all, retiring to the breast; But strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 101.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 107.
And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 131.
The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 135.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 205.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen;[317-3] Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 217.
Ask where 's the North? At York 't is on the Tweed; In Scotland at the Orcades; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 222.
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,— Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 231.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw; Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite; Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age. Pleased with this bauble still, as that before, Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 274.
While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.[318-1]
Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 45.
Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 177.
The enormous faith of many made for one.
Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 242.
For forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administer'd is best. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.[318-2] In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity.
Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 303.
O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 1.
Order is Heaven's first law.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 49.
Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,—health, peace, and competence.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 79.
The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 168.
Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 193.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunello.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 203.
What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 215.
A wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man 's the noblest work of God.[319-1]
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 247.
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels Than Caesar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise? 'T is but to know how little can be known; To see all others' faults, and feel our own.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 254.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 261.
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind! Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,[319-2] See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame![319-3]
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 281.
Know then this truth (enough for man to know),— "Virtue alone is happiness below."
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 309.
Never elated when one man 's oppress'd; Never dejected while another 's bless'd.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 323.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.[320-1]
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 331.
Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe.[320-2]
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 379.
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph and partake the gale?
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 385.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 390.
That virtue only makes our bliss below,[320-3] And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.
Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 397.
To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' observer's sake.
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 11.
Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect.
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 20.
In vain sedate reflections we would make When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take.
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 39.
Not always actions show the man; we find Who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 109.
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,— His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 115.
'T is from high life high characters are drawn; A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 135.
'T is education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent the tree 's inclined.
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 149.
Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.[321-1]
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 172.
"Odious! in woollen! 't would a saint provoke," Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 246.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 262.
Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 15.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 19.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.[321-2]
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 43.
With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 97.
Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer, Childless with all her children, wants an heir; To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store, Or wanders heaven-directed to the poor.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 147.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies forever.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 163.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 215.
See how the world its veterans rewards! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 243.
Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day!
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 257.
Most women have no characters at all.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 2.
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or if she rules him, never shows she rules.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 261.
And mistress of herself though china fall.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 268.
Woman 's at best a contradiction still.
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 270.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 1.
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 39.
P. What riches give us let us then inquire: Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat, fine clothes, and fire.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 79.
But thousands die without or this or that,— Die, and endow a college or a cat.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 95.
The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 153.
Extremes in Nature equal good produce; Extremes in man concur to general use.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 161.
Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 250.
Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.[322-1]
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 282.
Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 285.
In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 299.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 339.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 43.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite.[322-2]
Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 149.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
Epistle to Mr. Addison. Line 67.
'T is with our judgments as our watches,—none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.[323-1]
Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 9.
One science only will one genius fit: So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 60.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 152.
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem, Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.[323-2]
Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 177.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind; What the weak head with strongest bias rules,— Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 1.
A little learning is a dangerous thing;[323-3] Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 15.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 32.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.[323-4]
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 53.
True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 97.
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 109.
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 126.
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 133.
Some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid to join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 142.
A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 156.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,— The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 162.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow: Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 166.
Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move; For fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 190.
But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 220.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow proves the substance true.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 266.
To err is human, to forgive divine.[325-1]
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 325.
All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.
Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 358.
And make each day a critic on the last.
Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 12.
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown propos'd as things forgot.
Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 15.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 53.
Most authors steal their works, or buy; Garth did not write his own Dispensary.
Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 59.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.[325-2]
Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 66.
Led by the light of the Maeonian star.
Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 89.
Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.[325-3]
Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 180.
What dire offence from amorous causes springs! What mighty contests rise from trivial things!
The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 1.
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 134.
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.
The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 7.
If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you 'll forget them all.
The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 17.
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.[326-1]
The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 27.
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.
The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 7.
At every word a reputation dies.
The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 16.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 21.
Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 117.
The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever!
The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 153.
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
The Rape of the Lock. Canto iv. Line 123.
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
The Rape of the Lock. Canto v. Line 34.
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Tie up the knocker! say I 'm sick, I 'm dead.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 1.
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 5.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 12.
Is there a parson much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza when he should engross?
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 15.
Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 27.
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 44.
Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it, And shame the fools."
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 61.
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 84.
Destroy his fib or sophistry—in vain! The creature 's at his dirty work again.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 91.
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 127.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms![327-1] The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 169.
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 186.
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.[327-2]
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 197.
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;[327-3] Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 201.
By flatterers besieg'd, And so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd; Like Cato, give his little senate laws,[327-4] And sit attentive to his own applause.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 207.
Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 213.
"On wings of winds came flying all abroad."[327-5]
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 218.
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 283.
Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 307.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 315.
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 333.
That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.[328-1]
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 340.
Me let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age; With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408.
Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 6.
Satire 's my weapon, but I 'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 69.
But touch me, and no minister so sore; Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burden of some merry song.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 76.
Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 110.
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 127.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[328-2]
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159.
Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread, and liberty.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136.
To Berkeley every virtue under heaven.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue ii. Line 73.
When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38.
He 's armed without that 's innocent within.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94.
Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.[329-1]
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 103.
Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.[329-2]
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 26.
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 35.
The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 108.
One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 111.
Then marble soften'd into life grew warm, And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.[329-3]
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 147.
Who says in verse what others say in prose.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 202.
Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 267.
E'en copious Dryden wanted or forgot The last and greatest art,—the art to blot.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280.
Who pants for glory finds but short repose: A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.[329-4]
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300.
There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit.[329-5]
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 304.
Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.[330-1]
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 413.
Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 72.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 85.
Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 168.
Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honour'd at the House of Lords.[330-2]
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle vi. Book i. To Mr. Murray.
Vain was the chief's the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died.
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Odes. Book iv. Ode 9.
Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.
Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton.
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.
Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Chap. xi.
O thou! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver! Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy-chair.
The Dunciad. Book i. Line 19.
Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise.
The Dunciad. Book i. Line 52.
Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, But lived in Settle's numbers one day more.
The Dunciad. Book i. Line 89.
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.
The Dunciad. Book i. Line 93.
Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole.
The Dunciad. Book i. Line 127.
Or where the pictures for the page atone, And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own.
The Dunciad. Book i. Line 139.
How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.
The Dunciad. Book i. Line 279.
And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
The Dunciad. Book ii. Line 34.
Another, yet the same.[331-1]
The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 90.
Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn, And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.
The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 109.
All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.[331-2]
The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 158.
Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous;[331-3]—answer him, ye owls!
The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 165.
And proud his mistress' order to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[331-4]
The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 263.
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.[331-5]
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 90.
How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast!
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 169.
The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 188.
Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it.
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 249.
To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 301.
Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round, And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 311.
Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd.
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 318.
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness.
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 342.
E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 614.
Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restor'd, Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649.
Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 57.
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 66.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 74.
And love the offender, yet detest the offence.[333-1]
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 192.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 207.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.[333-2]
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 273.
See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.
Eloisa to Abelard. Line 323.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.[333-3]
Eloisa to Abelard. Last line.
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But as the world, harmoniously confus'd, Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Windsor Forest. Line 13.
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
Windsor Forest. Line 61.
From old Belerium to the northern main.
Windsor Forest. Line 316.
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call; She comes unlooked for if she comes at all.
The Temple of Fame. Line 513.
Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
The Temple of Fame. Last line.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
On the Collar of a Dog.
There, take (says Justice), take ye each a shell: We thrive at Westminster on fools like you; 'T was a fat oyster,—live in peace,—adieu.[334-1]
Verbatim from Boileau.
Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.
The Universal Prayer. Stanza 1.
Thou great First Cause, least understood.
The Universal Prayer. Stanza 2.
And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
The Universal Prayer. Stanza 3.
And deal damnation round the land.
The Universal Prayer. Stanza 7.
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.[334-2]
The Universal Prayer. Stanza 10.
Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound.
Ode on Solitude.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Ode on Solitude.
Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?[335-1]
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1.
Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 9.
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 14.
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.[335-2]
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 45.
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 51.
And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 57.
How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 71.
Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford.
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.
The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet.
Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child.[335-3]
Epitaph on Gay.
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause?
Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato.
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.[336-1]
The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 298.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 369.
You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; Knock as you please, there 's nobody at home.[336-2]
For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.[336-3]
Imitation of Martial.
Who dared to love their country, and be poor.
On his Grotto at Twickenham.
Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.[336-4]
Thoughts on Various Subjects.
I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
Thoughts on Various Subjects.
Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 1.
The distant Trojans never injur'd me.
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 200.
Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 332.
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,— The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 684.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.[337-1]
The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 771.
Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand.
The Iliad of Homer. Book ii. Line 970.
Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice,— A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 199.
She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.
The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 208.
Ajax the great . . . Himself a host.
The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 293.
Plough the watery deep.
The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 357.
The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all.
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 196.
First in the fight and every graceful deed.
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 295.
The first in banquets, but the last in fight.
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 401.
Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 451.
With all its beauteous honours on its head.
The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 557.
A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault.
The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 16.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,— Such men as live in these degenerate days.[337-2]
The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 371.
Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind.
The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 999.
He held his seat,—a friend to human race.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 18.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,— Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;[338-1] Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 181.
Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 330.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 350.
'T is man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 427.
The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 467.
Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 544.
Andromache! my soul's far better part.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 624.
He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 143.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 364.
I war not with the dead.
The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 485.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 1.
As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain, Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,— So sinks the youth; his beauteous head, deprest Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast.
The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 371.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.[338-2]
The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 412.
Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold: Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of a day.
The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 524.
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 535.
Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd, Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.
The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 628.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 725.
To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 78.
Content to follow when we lead the way.
The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 141.
He serves me most who serves his country best.[339-1]
The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 201.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 293.
The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xi. Line 394.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xii. Line 283.
The life which others pay let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xii. Line 393.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xiii. Line 106.
The best of things beyond their measure cloy.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xiii. Line 795.
To hide their ignominious heads in Troy.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xiv. Line 170.
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xiv. Line 251.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 157.
And for our country 't is a bliss to die.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 583.
Like strength is felt from hope and from despair.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 852.
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.[340-1]
The Iliad of Homer. Book xvi. Line 267.
Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 730.
The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 756.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!
The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 758.
Patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train, Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain!
The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 103.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 134.
Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 303.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,— For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 319.
Where'er he mov'd, the goddess shone before.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 127.
The matchless Ganymed, divinely fair.[340-2]
The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 278.
'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 290.
Our business in the field of fight Is not to question, but to prove our might.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 304.
A mass enormous! which in modern days No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.[341-1]
The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 337.
The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 85.
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 100.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst That man can feel.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 106.
No season now for calm familiar talk.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 169.
Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 271.
Achilles absent was Achilles still.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 418.
Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 422.
Unwept, unhonour'd, uninterr'd he lies![341-2]
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 484.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro In all the raging impotence of woe.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 526.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 543.
'T is true, 't is certain; man though dead retains Part of himself: the immortal mind remains.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 122.
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 368.
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,[341-3] And to be swift is less than to be wise. 'T is more by art than force of num'rous strokes.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 383.
A green old age,[341-4] unconscious of decays, That proves the hero born in better days.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 929.
Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood,— The source of evil one, and one of good.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 663.
The mildest manners with the bravest mind.
The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 963.
Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 207.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 312.
Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 315.
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 320.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies; And sure he will: for Wisdom never lies.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 25.
The lot of man,—to suffer and to die.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 117.
A faultless body and a blameless mind.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 138.
The long historian of my country's woes.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 142.
Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 285.
When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn, With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 516.
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 118.
Mirror of constant faith, rever'd and mourn'd!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 229.
There with commutual zeal we both had strove In acts of dear benevolence and love: Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 241.
The glory of a firm, capacious mind.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 262.
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 372.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 397.
O thou, whose certain eye foresees The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 627.
Forget the brother, and resume the man.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 732.
Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 917.
The people's parent, he protected all.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 921.
The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 936.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 1092.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book v. Line 572.
The bank he press'd, and gently kiss'd the ground.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book v. Line 596.
A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 22.
Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales, And the good suffers while the bad prevails.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 229.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 247.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 67.
To heal divisions, to relieve th' opprest; In virtue rich; in blessing others, blest.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 95.
Oh, pity human woe! 'T is what the happy to the unhappy owe.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 198.
Whose well-taught mind the present age surpast.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 210.
For fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 263.
In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 379.
And every eye Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 17.
Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 192.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the sky.[344-1]
The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 366.
Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 367.
A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 432.
Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,— A theme of future song!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 631.
Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 20.
Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 28.
Lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 106.
Respect us human, and relieve us poor.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 318.
Rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 29.
Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 46.
No more was seen the human form divine.[344-2]
The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 278.
And not a man appears to tell their fate.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 308.
Let him, oraculous, the end, the way, The turns of all thy future fate display.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 642.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 662.
Thin airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 48.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 153.
Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.[344-3]
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 387.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 441.
Soft as some song divine thy story flows.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 458.
Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.[345-1]
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 531.
What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 541.
But sure the eye of time beholds no name So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 591.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 722.
Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 736.
There in the bright assemblies of the skies.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 745.
Gloomy as night he stands.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 749.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 31.
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.[345-2]
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 538.
He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear His voice, that list'ning still they seem'd to hear.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 1.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 38.
And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind, The last and hardest conquest of the mind.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 353.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 375.
It never was our guise To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 65.
The sex is ever to a soldier kind.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 246.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 410.
And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 520.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme, And both the golden mean alike condemn.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 79.
True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,— Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.[346-1]
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 83.
For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 429.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 433.
And taste The melancholy joy of evils past: For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 434.
For love deceives the best of womankind.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 463.
And would'st thou evil for his good repay?
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvi. Line 448.
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 392.
In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 505.
Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.[346-2]
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 576.
Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow; And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xviii. Line 26.
Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow For others' good, and melt at others' woe.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xviii. Line 269.
A winy vapour melting in a tear.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xix. Line 143.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xix. Line 383.
The fool of fate,—thy manufacture, man.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xx. Line 254.
Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xx. Line 461.
Dogs, ye have had your day!
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 41.
For dear to gods and men is sacred song. Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 382.
So ends the bloody business of the day.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 516.
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 19.
The ruins of himself! now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 271.
And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.
The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 557.
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.[347-1]
Letter to Gay, Oct. 6, 1727.
This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew.[347-2]
[314-2] See Milton, page 223.
There is no theme more plentiful to scan Than is the glorious goodly frame of man.
DU BARTAS: Days and Weeks, third day.
[315-1] See Milton, page 242.
[315-2] Thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy.—PASCAL: Thoughts, chap. v. 2.
[316-1] All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon; the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me.—MONTAIGNE: Apology for Raimond Sebond.
[316-2] See Sir John Davies, page 176.
[316-3] See Dryden, page 267.
[316-4] There is no great and no small.—EMERSON: Epigraph to History.
[316-5] See Dryden, page 276.
[317-1] La vray science et le vray etude de l'homme c'est l'homme (The true science and the true study of man is man).—CHARRON: De la Sagesse, lib. i. chap. 1.
Trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers.—PLATO: Phaedrus.
[317-2] What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe.—PASCAL: Thoughts, chap. x.
[317-3] See Dryden, page 269.
[318-1] Why may not a goose say thus? . . . there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me; I am the darling of Nature. Is it not man that keeps and serves me?—MONTAIGNE: Apology for Raimond Sebond.
[318-2] See Cowley, page 260.
[319-1] See Fletcher, page 183.
[319-2] See Cowley, page 262.
[319-3] May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.
SAVAGE: Character of Foster.
[320-1] See Bolingbroke, page 304.
[320-2] See Dryden, page 273.
[320-3] 'T is virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell.—COLLINS: Oriental Eclogues, i. line 5.
[321-1] Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis (All things change, and we change with them).—MATTHAIS BORBONIUS: Deliciae Poetarum Germanorum, i. 685.
[321-2] See Prior, page 287.
[322-1] See Milton, page 231.
[322-2] See Brown, page 287.
[323-1] See Suckling, page 256.
[323-2] Quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus (Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods).—HORACE: De Arte Poetica, 359.
[323-3] See Bacon, page 166.
[323-4] See Suckling, page 257.
[325-1] Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
BURNS: Address to the Unco Guid.
[325-2] See Shakespeare, page 96.
[325-3] Indocti discant et ament meminisse periti (Let the unlearned learn, and the learned delight in remembering). This Latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to Horace, appeared for the first time as an epigraph to President Henault's "Abrege Chronologique," and in the preface to the third edition of this work Henault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of this couplet.
[326-1] See Burton, page 191.
[327-1] See Bacon, page 168.
[327-2] See Denham, page 258.
[327-3] When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises; Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises: So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises.
P. FLETCHER: The Purple Island, canto vii.
[327-4] See page 336.
[327-5] See Sternhold, page 23.
[328-1] See Spenser, page 27.
[328-2] This line is repeated in the translation of the Odyssey, book xv. line 83, with "parting" instead of "going."
[329-1] See Ben Jonson, page 177.
[329-2] See Dryden, page 267.
[329-3] The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm; The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
GOLDSMITH: The Traveller, line 137.
[329-4] A breath can make them as a breath has made.—GOLDSMITH: The Deserted Village, line 54.
[329-5] See Sidney, page 34.
[330-1] This line is from a poem entitled "To the Celebrated Beauties of the British Court," given in Bell's "Fugitive Poetry," vol. iii. p. 118.
The following epigram is from "The Grove," London, 1721:—
When one good line did much my wonder raise, In Br—st's works, I stood resolved to praise, And had, but that the modest author cries, "Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise."
On a certain line of Mr. Br——, Author of a Copy of Verses called the British Beauties.
[330-2] See Cibber, page 297.
[331-1] Another, yet the same.—TICKELL: From a Lady in England. JOHNSON: Life of Dryden. DARWIN: Botanic Garden, part i. canto iv. line 380. WORDSWORTH: The Excursion, Book ix. SCOTT: The Abbot, chap. i. HORACE: carmen secundum, line 10.
[331-2] May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.
SAVAGE: Character of Foster.
[331-3] See Shakespeare, page 131.
[331-4] See Addison, page 299.
[331-5] See Shakespeare, page 93.
This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among lords.—JOHNSON (Boswell's Life): vol. ii. ch. i.
A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.—COWPER: Conversation, line 298.
Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.—WALTER SCOTT: Life of Napoleon.
He [Steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes.—MACAULAY: Review of Aikin's Life of Addison.
Temple was a man of the world among men of letters, a man of letters among men of the world.—MACAULAY: Review of Life and Writings of Sir William Temple.
Greswell in his "Memoirs of Politian" says that Sannazarius himself, inscribing to this lady [Cassandra Marchesia] an edition of his Italian Poems, terms her "delle belle eruditissima, delle erudite bellissima" (most learned of the fair; fairest of the learned).
Qui stultis videri eruditi volunt stulti eruditis videntur (Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish).—QUINTILIAN, x. 7. 22.
[333-1] See Dryden, page 273.
[333-2] Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight.—EDMUND SMITH: Phaedra and Hippolytus, act i. sc. 1.
[333-3] See Addison, page 300.
[334-1] "Tenez voila," dit-elle, "a chacun une ecaille, Des sottises d'autrui nous vivons au Palais; Messieurs, l'huitre etoit bonne. Adieu. Vivez en paix."
BOILEAU: Epitre ii. (a M. l' Abbe des Roches).
[334-2] See Spenser, page 29.
[335-1] See Ben Jonson, page 180.
[335-2] See page 346.
[335-3] See Dryden, page 270.
[336-1] See Chaucer, page 4. Herbert, page 206.
[336-2] His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
COWPER: Conversation, line 303.
[336-3] Ampliat aetatis spatium sibi vir bonus; hoc est Vivere bis vita posse priore frui
(The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice).—MARTIAL: x. 237.
See Cowley, page 262.
[336-4] From Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. v. p. 376; originally printed in Motte's "Miscellanies," 1727. In the edition of 1736 Pope says, "I must own that the prose part (the Thought on Various Subjects), at the end of the second volume, was wholly mine. January, 1734."
[337-1] The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book viii. line 366.
[337-2] A mass enormous! which in modern days No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
Book xx. line 337.
[338-1] As of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and some grow.—Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18.
[338-2] The same line, with "soul" for "heart," occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book xiv. line 181.
[339-1] He serves his party best who serves the country best.—RUTHERFORD B. HAYES: Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877.
[340-1] A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.—DIOGENES LAERTIUS: On Aristotle.
Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one.
BELLINGHAUSEN: Ingomar the Barbarian, act ii.
[340-2] Divinely fair.—TENNYSON: A Dream of Fair Women, xxii.
[341-1] See page 337.
[341-2] Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.—SCOTT: Lay of the Last Minstrel.
Unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.—BYRON: Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 179.
[341-3] See Middleton, page 172.
[341-4] See Dryden, page 276.
[344-1] See page 337.
[344-2] Human face divine.—MILTON: Paradise Lost, book iii. line 44.
[344-3] Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.—OVID: Metamorphoses i.
[345-1] See Otway, page 280.
[345-2] See Shakespeare, page 79.
[346-1] See page 328.
[346-2] Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.—Hebrews xiii. 2.
[347-1] Pope calls this the eighth beatitude (Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. x. page 184).
[347-2] On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his fame as an actor in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of Venice." . . . Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit that he, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed,—
"This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew!"
It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne.—Biographia Dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. 469.
JOHN GAY. 1688-1732.
'T was when the sea was roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd.
The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8.
So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er,— The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.[348-1]
The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 9.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1.
Over the hills and far away.[348-2]
The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1.
If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.
The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 1.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong.
The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2.
How happy could I be with either, Were t' other dear charmer away!
The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met, The judges all ranged,—a terrible show!
The Beggar's Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.
Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.
Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.
Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.
Remote from cities liv'd a swain, Unvex'd with all the cares of gain; His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage.
Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?[348-3]
Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher.
Where yet was ever found a mother Who 'd give her booby for another?
Fables. Part i. The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy.
No author ever spar'd a brother.
Fables. The Elephant and the Bookseller.
Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.
Fables. Part i. The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody.
In ev'ry age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.[349-1]
Fables. Part i. The Rat-catcher and Cats.
Is there no hope? the sick man said; The silent doctor shook his head.
Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel.
While there is life there 's hope, he cried.[349-2]
Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel.
Those who in quarrels interpose Must often wipe a bloody nose.
Fables. Part i. The Mastiffs.
That raven on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak!) Bodes me no good.[349-3]
Fables. Part i. The Farmer's Wife and the Raven.
And when a lady 's in the case, You know all other things give place.
Fables. Part i. The Hare and many Friends.
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation: Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine.[349-4]
Fables. Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds.
From wine what sudden friendship springs!
Fables. Part ii. The Squire and his Cur.
Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it.
My own Epitaph.
[348-1] The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a "quart d'heure de Rabelais,"—that is, Rabelais's quarter of an hour, when a man is uneasy or melancholy.—Life of Rabelais (Bohn's edition), p. 13.
[348-2] O'er the hills and far away.—D'URFEY: Pills to purge Melancholy (1628-1723).
[348-3] "Midnight oil,"—a common phrase, used by Quarles, Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others.
[349-1] Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman; and poor man has a grudge against poor man, and poet against poet.—HESIOD: Works and Days, 24.
Le potier au potier porte envie (The potter envies the potter).—BOHN: Handbook of Proverbs.
MURPHY: The Apprentice, act iii.
[349-2] Elpides en zooisin, anelpistoi de thanontes (For the living there is hope, but for the dead there is none.)—THEOCRITUS: Idyl iv. 42.
AEgroto, dum anima est, spes est (While the sick man has life, there is hope).—CICERO: Epistolarum ad Atticum, ix. 10.
[349-3] It was n't for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.—PLAUTUS: Aulularia, act iv. sc. 3.
[349-4] See Addison, page 298.
LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. 1690-1762.
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,— In part she is to blame that has been tried: He comes too near that comes to be denied.[350-1]
The Lady's Resolve.
And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.[350-2]
Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.
A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice.
Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen.
To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book ii.
But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me.
[350-1] A fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montagu, after her marriage (1713). See Overbury, page 193.
[350-2] What say you to such a supper with such a woman?—BYRON: Note to a Second Letter on Bowles.
CHARLES MACKLIN. 1690-1797.
The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than the justice of it.
Love a la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Every tub must stand upon its bottom.[350-3]
The Man of the World. Act i. Sc. 2.
[350-3] See Bunyan, page 265.
JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763.
God bless the King,—I mean the faith's defender! God bless—no harm in blessing—the Pretender! But who pretender is, or who is king,— God bless us all!—that 's quite another thing.
To an Officer of the Army, extempore.
Take time enough: all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places.[351-1]
Advice to Preach Slow.
Some say, compar'd to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny; Others aver that he to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle. Strange all this difference should be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.[351-2]
As clear as a whistle.
Epistle to Lloyd. I.
The point is plain as a pike-staff.[351-3]
Epistle to a Friend.
Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
Epigram on Two Monopolists.
Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow, Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow.
Upon a Trial of Skill between the Great Masters of the Noble Science of Defence, Messrs. Figg and Sutton.
[351-1] See Walker, page 265.
[351-2] Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine.—Byrom's Remains (Chetham Soc.), vol. i. p. 173.
The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope (see Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope).
[351-3] See Middleton, page 172.
LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744.
None but himself can be his parallel.[352-1]
The Double Falsehood.
[352-1] Quaeris Alcidae parem? Nemo est nisi ipse
(Do you seek Alcides' equal? None is, except himself).—SENECA: Hercules Furens, i. 1; 84.
And but herself admits no parallel.—MASSINGER: Duke of Milan, act iv. sc. 3.
JAMES BRAMSTON. —— -1744.
What 's not devoured by Time's devouring hand? Where 's Troy, and where 's the Maypole in the Strand?
Art of Politics.
But Titus said, with his uncommon sense, When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense: "I hear a lion in the lobby roar; Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door And keep him there, or shall we let him in To try if we can turn him out again?"[352-2]
Art of Politics.
So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.
Man of Taste.
[352-2] I hope, said Colonel Titus, we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out.—On the Exclusion Bill, Jan. 7, 1681.
EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. 1694-1773.
Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.
Letter, March 10, 1746.
I knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow,[352-3] who used to say, "Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of themselves."
Letter, Nov. 6, 1747.
Sacrifice to the Graces.[353-1]
Letter, March 9, 1748.
Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value.
Letter, July 1, 1748.
Style is the dress of thoughts.
Letter, Nov. 24, 1749.
Despatch is the soul of business.
Letter, Feb. 5, 1750.
Chapter of accidents.[353-2]
Letter, Feb. 16, 1753.
I assisted at the birth of that most significant word "flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world.
The World. No. 101.
Unlike my subject now shall be my song; It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long.
The dews of the evening most carefully shun,— Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Advice to a Lady in Autumn.
The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an earldom.
Character of Pulteney.
He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the most splendid eloquence.[353-3]
Character of Bolingbroke.
[352-3] W. Lowndes, Secretary of the Treasury in the reigns of King William, Queen Anne, and King George the Third.
[353-1] Plato was continually saying to Xenocrates, "Sacrifice to the Graces."—DIOGENES LAERTIUS: Xenocrates, book iv. sect. 2.
Let us sacrifice to the Muses.—PLUTARCH: The Banquet of the Seven Wise Men. (A saying of Solon.)
[353-2] Chapter of accidents.—BURKE: Notes for Speeches (edition 1852), vol. ii. p. 426.
John Wilkes said that "the Chapter of Accidents is the longest chapter in the book."—SOUTHEY: The Doctor, chap. cxviii.
[353-3] Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, And touched nothing that he did not adorn.
JOHNSON: Epitaph on Goldsmith.
Il embellit tout ce qu'il touche (He adorned whatever he touched).—FENELON: Lettre sur les Occupations de l' Academie Francaise, sect. iv.
MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737.
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
The Spleen. Line 93.
Thus I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale.
Though pleased to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.
RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.
He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
The Bastard. Line 7.
May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.[354-1]
Character of Foster.
[354-1] See Pope, page 331.
ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.
The Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness.
The Grave. Part i. Line 9.
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.[354-2]
The Grave. Part i. Line 58.
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life! and solder of society!
The Grave. Part i. Line 88.
Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
The Grave. Part i. Line 109.
The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by! 'T is long since Death had the majority.
The Grave. Part ii. Line 449.
The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between.[355-1]
The Grave. Part ii. Line 586.
[354-2] See Dryden, page 277.
[355-1] See Norris, page 281.
JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748.
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come.
The Seasons. Spring. Line 1.
Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
The Seasons. Spring. Line 283.
But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
The Seasons. Spring. Line 465.
Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest.
The Seasons. Spring. Line 996.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.
The Seasons. Spring. Line 1149.
An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
The Seasons. Spring. Line 1158.
The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.
The Seasons. Summer. Line 47.
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
The Seasons. Summer. Line 67.
But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the east.
The Seasons. Summer. Line 81.
Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.
The Seasons. Summer. Line 946.
And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
The Seasons. Summer. Line 979.
For many a day, and many a dreadful night, Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1003.
Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1188.
A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs.
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1285.
So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1346.
Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.
The Seasons. Summer. Line 1516.
Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain.
The Seasons. Autumn. Line 2.
Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.[356-1]
The Seasons. Autumn. Line 204.
He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
The Seasons. Autumn. Line 229.
For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
The Seasons. Autumn. Line 233.
See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.[356-2]
The Seasons. Winter. Line 1.
Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
The Seasons. Winter. Line 393.
There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
The Seasons. Winter. Line 431.