Chapter III: Book 1: Canto iii. St. 4

Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.

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

Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd No arborett with painted blossomes drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

Book iv. Canto ii. St.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled.

_Lines on his Promised Pension_.

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

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_Hymn in Honor of Beauty_. Line 132. For of the soul the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the Body make.

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MOTHER HUBBERD'S TALE.

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 feare and sorrow;

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To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires; To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.

SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639.

_The Character of a Happy Life_.

How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!

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Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.

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_To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia_.

You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light!

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DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631.

FUNERAL ELEGIES, ON THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL.

_The Second Anniversary_. Line 245.

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.

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_Elegy_ 8. _The Comparison_.

She and comparisons are odious.

BEN JONSON. 1571-1637.

_To Celia_.

(From "The Forest.") Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.

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_The Sweet Neglect_. (From the "Silent Woman." Act i. Sc. 5.)

Still to be neat, still to be drest As you were going to a feast.

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Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace.

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_Good Life_, _Long Life_.

In small proportion we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.

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_Epitaph on Elizabeth_.

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live.

_Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke_.

Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death! ere thou hast slain another, Learned and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.

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_To the Memory of Shakespeare_.

Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise. Small Latin, and less Greek. He was not of an age, but for all time.

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Sweet swan of Avon!

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_Every Man in his Humor_. Act. ii. Sc. 3.

Get money; still get money, boy; No matter by what means.

FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1585-1616.

_Letter to Ben Jonson_.

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.

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GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667.

_The Shepherd's Resolution_.

Shall I, wasting in despair, Dye because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosie are? If she be not so to me, What care I how faire she be?

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FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644.

_Emblems_. Book ii. 2.

Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.

Book ii. Epigram 10.

This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears, Cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone.

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GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632.

_Virtue_.

Sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright, The bridall of the earth and skies.

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Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives.

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SIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1608-1644.

_On a Wedding_.

Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, 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.

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Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compared with that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly.

_Song_.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?

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ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1660.

_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls_.

Some asked me where the Rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. 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.

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_On her Feet_.

Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at Bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.

_To the Virgins to make much of Time_.

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.

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_Night Piece to Julia_.

Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

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SIR RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658.

_Orpheus to Beasts_.

Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, You'd drop a tear; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear.

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_To Lucasta on Going to the Wars_.

I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.

_To Althea from Prison_.

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron barres a cage; Mindes innocent, and quiet, take That for an hermitage.

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JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666.

_Contention of Ajax and Ulysses_.

Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.

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RICHARD CRASHAW. --1650. The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[5]

[Note 5: Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.--_Latin Poems_]

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_In Praise of Lessius' Rule of Health_.

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.

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THOMAS DEKKER. --1638.

_Old Fortunatus_.

And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.

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_Honest Whore_. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

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ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667.

_The Waiting-Maid_.

Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'Tis like the poisoning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.

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_The Motto_.

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

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_On the Death of Crashaw_.

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

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_The Garden_. Essay V.

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

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SIR JOHN DENHAM. 1615-1679.

_Cooper's Hill_.

O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme!

Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.

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_The Sophy_. _A Tragedy_.

Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.

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THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639.

_Disdain Returned_.

He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.

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_Conquest by Flight_.

Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer love, that run away.

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EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687.

_Verses upon his Divine Poesy_.

The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home.

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_On a Girdle_.

A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.

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_Go, Lovely Rose_.

How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

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_To a Lady, Singing a Song of his Composing_.

The 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.

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MILTON. 1608-1674.

PARADISE LOST.

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Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed Fast by the oracle of God.

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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.

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Yet from those flames No light; but only darkness visible.

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Where peace And rest can never dwell: hope never comes, That comes to all.

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What though the field be lost? All is not lost.

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The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

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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.

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Heard so oft In worst extremes and on the perilous edge Of battle.

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Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades High over-arched imbower.

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Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!

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Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds.

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In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders.

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Thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.

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From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day.

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But all was false and hollow, though his tongue Dropped manna; and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.

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With grave Aspéct he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care.

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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.

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Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.

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The other shape, If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.

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Whence and what art them, execrable shape?

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And Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled.

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With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

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Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born.

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Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.

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Since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

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At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads.

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And in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

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So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost: Evil, be thou my good.

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For contemplation he, and valor, formed, For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.

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His fair large front and eye sublime declared Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Bound from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.

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Imparadised in one another's arms.

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Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad.

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With thee conversing, I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike.

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Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep,

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Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source Of human happiness.

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Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng.

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Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl.

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Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows.

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These are thy glorious works, Parent of good

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So saying, with dispatchful look, in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

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Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

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They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.

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Dire was the noise Of conflict.

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Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.

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Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.

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Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.

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Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed and not unsought be won.

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So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best!

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Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies, that daily flow From all her words and actions.

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To whom the angel, with a smile that glowed Celestial rosy red (love's proper Hue)

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For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return.

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Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.

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The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.

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PARADISE REGAINED.

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Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

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Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democraty, Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

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As children gathering pebbles on the shore.

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SAMSON AGONISTES.

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Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men.

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He's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?

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COMUS.

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A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.

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Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

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Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?

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Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul And lap it in Elysium.

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He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' th' center and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun,

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How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose; But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.

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I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the rib of Death.

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LYCIDAS.

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He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.

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Without the meed of some melodious tear.

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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble minds) 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 the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.

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Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.

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The pilot of the Galilean lake.

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So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

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To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.

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L'ALLEGRO.

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Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.

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Come, and trip it as you go, On the light, fantastic toe.

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And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.

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Where perhaps some beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.

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Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

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Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.

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Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

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IL PENSEROSO.

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And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!

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Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

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Where more is meant than meets the ear.

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And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim, religious light.

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_Sonnet to the Lady Margaret Ley_.

That old man eloquent.

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_Sonnet on his Blindness_.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

* * * * *

_Second Sonnet to Cyriac Skinner_.

Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

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_Sonnet on his Deceased Wife_.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night.

SAMUEL BUTLER. 1612-1680.

_Hudibras_.

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Besides, 'tis known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak.

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He could distinguish, and divide A hair, 'twixt south and southwest side.

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For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope.

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Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.

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He knew whit's what, and that's as high As metaphysic wit can fly.

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And prove their doctrine orthodox By Apostolic blows and knocks.

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Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to.

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For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

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He ne'er considered it, as loth To look a gift-horse in the mouth.

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Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat; Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."

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Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.

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And bid the devil take the hin'most, Which at this race is like to win most.

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With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.

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Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron.

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Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.

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H' had got a hurt O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.

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I am not now in fortune's power; He that is down can fall no lower.

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Thou hast Outrun the Constable at last.

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For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think's sufficient at one time.

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For what is worth in anything, But so much money as 'twill bring.

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The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn.

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Have always been at daggers-drawing. And one another clapper-clawing.

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And look before you ere you leap; For as you sow, y' are like to reap.

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Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated, as to cheat.

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He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no.... And prove that she's not made of green cheese.[6]

[Note 6: "The moon is made of a green cheese" _Jack Jugler_, p. 46.]

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You have a wrong sow by the ear.

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To swallow gudgeons ere they're catched, And count their chickens ere they're hatched.

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As quick as lightning, in the breach Just in the place where honor 's lodged, As wise philosophers have judged, Because a kick in that place more Hurts honor than deep wounds before,

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As he that has two strings t' his bow.

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True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not sinned upon.

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For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that's slain.

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He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still.

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MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650.

_Song_, "_My Dear and only Love_."

I'll make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword.

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DRYDEN. 1631-1700.

_Alexander's feast_.

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None but the brave deserves the fair.

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Sweet is pleasure after pain.

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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.

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Fallen from his high estate, And weltering 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.

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For pity melts the mind to love.

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War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor, but an empty bubble.

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Take the good the gods provide thee.

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Sighed and looked, and sighed again.

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And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.

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

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He raided a mortal to the skies She drew an angel down.

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_Cymon and Iphigenia_.

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

_Absalom and Achitophet_.

A fiery soul, which, working out its way Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er informed the tenement of clay.

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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.

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Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.

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Who think too little, and who talk too much

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A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long.

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Beware the fury of a patient man.

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For every inch, that is not fool, is rogue.

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_All for Love_. Prologue.

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

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Men are but children of a larger growth.

_Conquest of Grenada_. Part i. Sc. 1.

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

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_Spanish Friar_. Act ii. Sc. 1.

There is a pleasure In being mad which none but madmen know.

_Don Sebastian_. Act i. Sc. 1.

This is the porcelain clay of human kind.

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_Translation of Juvenal's 10th Satire_.

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

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_Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba_.

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

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_Imitation of the 29th of Horace_.

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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 lived to-day.

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_On Milton_.

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. The force of nature could no further go; To make a third she joined the other two.

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JOHN BUNYAN. 1628-1688.

_Apology for his Book_.

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

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

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_Pilgrim's Progress_.

The Slough of Despond.

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EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633-1684.

_Essay on Translated Verse_.

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

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EARL OF ROCHESTER.

_Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II_.

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.

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KING CHARLES II.

_Written in Parliament attending the Discussion of Lord Boss' Divorce Bill_.

As good as a play.

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SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. 1649-1721.

_Essay on Poetry_.

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

There's no such thing in nature, and you'll draw A faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw.

* * * * *

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

* * * * *

THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685.

_Venice Preserved_.

Act i. Sc. 1.

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair to look like you.

* * * * *

JOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711.

_The Parting_.

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 angel's visits, short and bright, Mortality's too weak to bear them long.

* * * * *

NATHANIEL LEE. 1655-1692.

_Alexander the Great_.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Then he will talk--ye gods, how he will talk!

Act iv. Sc. 2.

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

* * * * *

TOM BROWN. --1704.

_Dialogues of the Dead_.

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.[7]

[Note 7: "Non amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare; Hoc tautum possum dicere, non amo te." _Martial_, Ep. I. xxxiii.]

* * * * *

THOMAS SOUTHERN. 1659-1746.

_Oroonoka_.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Pity's akin to love.

DANIEL DEFOE. 1661-1731.

_The True-Born Englishman_.

Part i. Line 1

Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there; And 'twill be found upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation.

* * * * *

LOUIS THEOBALD. 1688-1744.

_The Double Falsehood_.

None but himself can be his parallel.

* * * * *

MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721.

_English Padlock_.

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

* * * * *

_Henry and Emma_.

That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.

* * * * *

_The Thief and the Cordelier_.

Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, And often took leave; but was loth to depart.

_Epilogue to Lucius_.

And the gray mare will prove the better horse.[8]

[Note 8: See Hudibras, Part ii. Canto ii. line 698. Mr. Macaulay thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to the gray mares of Flanders over the finest coach-horses of England.--History of England, Vol. I. Ch. 3.]

* * * * *

_Imitations of Horace_.

Of two evils I have chose the least.

* * * * *

_Epitaph on Himself_.

Here lies what once was Matthew Prior; The son of Adam and of Eve: Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?

* * * * *

_Ode in Imitation of Horace_. B. iii. Od. 2.

And virtue is her own reward.

* * * * *

COLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757.

_Richard III_.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!

Act v. Sc. 3.

Richard is himself again!

* * * * *

JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-1719.

CATO.

Act i. Sc. 1.

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

Act i. Sc. 1.

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

Act i. Sc. 1.

'Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius: we'll deserve it.

Act i. Sc. 1.

'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it Stoicism.

Act i. Sc. 1.

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

Act ii. Sc. 1.

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

Act iv. Sc. 1.

The woman that deliberates is lost.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honor is a private station.

Act v. Sc. 1.

It must be so.--Plato, thou reasonest well. Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality?

* * * * *

'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates Eternity to man.

Act v. Sc. I.

I'm weary of conjectures.

Act v. Sc. 1.

The soul secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.

Act v. Sc. 1.

The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds

* * * * *

_The Campaign_.

And, pleased th' Almighty's orders to perform Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[9]

* * * * *

[Note 9: This line has been frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the Dunciad, Book iii., line 261.]

_From the Letter on Italy_.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise; Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[10]

[Note 10: Malone states that this was the first time the phrase _classic ground_, since so common, was ever used.]

* * * * *

_Ode_.

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

* * * * *

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

* * * * *

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

JONATHAN SWIFT. 1667-1745.

_Imitation of Horace_. B. ii. Sat. 6.

I've often wished that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end.

* * * * *

_Poetry, a Rhapsody_.

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

* * * * *

WILLIAM CONGREVE. 1669-1729.

_The Mourning Bride_. Act i. Sc. 1.

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

* * * * *

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.

ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.

ESSAY ON MAN.

Epistle i. Line 5.

Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan.

Line 13.

Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise.

Line 88.

A hero perish or a sparrow fall.

Line 95.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never _is_, but always _to be_ blest.

Line 99.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Line 200.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain?

Line 294.

One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

Epistle ii. Line 1.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.[11]

[Note 11: From Charron (de la Sagesse):--"La vraye science et le vray etude de l'homme c'est l'homme."]

Line 217.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated, needs but to be seen; But seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Line 231.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be, Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree.

Line 276.

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. Epistle iii. Line 305. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. Epistle iv. Line 49. Order is Heaven's first law.

Line 193.

Honor and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part--there all the honor lies.

Line 203.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.

Line 215.

What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.

Line 247.

A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man's the noblest work of God.

Line 254.

Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.

Line 281.

Think how Bacon shined, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind.

Line 310.

Virtue alone is happiness below.

Line 330.

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

Line 379.

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

* * * * *

MORAL ESSAYS.

Epistle i. Line 135.

'Tis from high life high characters are drawn-- A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

Line 149.

'Tis education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.

Line 246.

Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke, Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke. Epistle ii. Line 15. Whether the charmers sinner it or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

Line 43.

Fine by defect and delicately weak.

Line 97.

With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought.

Line 215.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.

Line 268.

And mistress of herself, though china fall.

Line 270.

Woman's at best a contradiction still. Epistle iii. Line 1. Who shall decide when doctors disagree?

Line 95.

But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.

Line 153.

The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.

Line 161.

Extremes in nature equal good produce.

Line 250.

Rise, honest muse! and sing--The man of Ross.

Line 285.

Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.

* * * * *

AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.

Part i. Line 9.

'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

Line 153.

And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

Part ii. Line 215.

A little learning is a dangerous thing. Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

Line 232.

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise,

Line 297.

True wit is nature to advantage dressed, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

Line 357.

That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

Line 362.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

Line 365.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

Line 525.

To err is human: to forgive, divine.

Part iii. Line 625.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

* * * * *

ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY.

Line 54.

By strangers honored and by strangers mourned

* * * * *

And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.

* * * * *

THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.

Canto ii. Line 7.

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.

Canto ii. Line 17.

If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.

Canto iii. Line 16.

At every word a reputation dies.

Line 21.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.

* * * * *

SATIRES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE Prologue, Line 1. Shut, shut the door, good John.

Line 12.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

Line 18.

Who pens a stanza when he should engross.

Line 127.

As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.

Line 197.

Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne,

Line 201.

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.

Line 308.

Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

Line 333.

Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. Book ii. Satire i. Line 6. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.

Line 69.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.

Line 127.

Then St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159.

For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[12]

[Note 12: See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.]

Book ii. Epistle i. Line 108.

The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.

* * * * *

_Epilogue to the Satires_.

Dialogue i. Line 136.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

_Epitaph on Gay_.

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

* * * * *

THE DUNCIAD.

Book i. Line 54.

And solid pudding against empty praise.

Book iii. Line 158.

All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame.

Book iii. Line 165.

Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous; answer him, ye owls.

Book iv. Line 614.

E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.

* * * * *

ODYSSEY.

Book ii. Line 315.

Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.

Book xiv. Line 410.

Far from gay cities and the ways of men.

Book xv. Line 79.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

Book xv. Line 83.

True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

* * * * *

_Windsor forest_.

Thus, if small things we may with great compare.

* * * * *

_Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry_.

Chapter xi.

Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.

* * * * *

_Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt_.

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.

* * * * *

THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740.

_On the Death of Addison_. Line 45.

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

Line 79.

There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.

_Colin and Lucy_.

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

* * * * *

JOHN GAY. 1688-1732.

_What D'ye Call 't_.

Act ii. Sc. 9.

So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.

* * * * *

_Beggars' Opera_.

Act i. Sc. 1.

O'er the hills and far away.

* * * * *

How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away.

FABLES.

_The Shepherd and the Philosopher_.

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?

* * * * *

_The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy_.

When yet was ever found a mother Who'd give her booby for another?

* * * * *

_The Sick Man and the Angel_.

While there is life there's hope, he cried.

* * * * *

_The Hare and Many Friends_.

And when a lady's in the case, You know all other things give place.

* * * * *

_Epitaph on Himself_.

Life's a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once, and now I know it.

* * * * *

LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE. 1690-1762.

_The Lady's Resolve_.

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.

NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.

_The Fair Penitent_.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

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

Act v. Sc. 1.

Is this that gallant, gay Lothario?

* * * * *

JOHN PHILIPS. 1676-1708.

_Splendid Shilling_.

Line 121.

My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue?) A horrid chasm disclosed.

* * * * *

THOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1718.

_The Hermit_. Line 5.

Remote from men, with God he passed his days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733.

_Song_.

True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun.

* * * * *

MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737.

_The Spleen_. Line 93.

Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

* * * * *

JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763.

_'On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini_.[13]

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.

[Note 13: "Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine." Byrom's Remains (Cheltenham Soc), Vol. I. p 173. The last two lines have been attributed to Switt and Pope. _Vide_ Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope.]

* * * * *

_The Astrologer_.

As clear as a whistle.

* * * * *

_Epigram on Two Monopolists_.

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.

* * * * *

BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753.

_On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America_.

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

* * * * *

ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1746.

_The Grave_. Part ii. Line 586.

The good he scorned, Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between.

* * * * *

EDWARD YOUNG. 1681-1765.

NIGHT THOUGHTS.

Night i. Line 1.

Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

Night i. Line 55.

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

Night i. Line 154.

To waft a feather or to drown a fly.

Night i. Line 390.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.

Night i. Line 393.

Procrastination is the thief of time.

Night i. Line 417.

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

Night i. Line 424.

All men think all men mortal but themselves.

Night ii. Line 376.

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.

Night ii. Line 602.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight!

Night ii. Line 633.

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

Night iii. Line 81.

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

Night iii. Line 104

Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay.

Night iv. Line 10.

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

Night iv. Line 15.

Man makes a death, which nature never made.

Night iv. Line 118.

Man wants but little, nor that little long.

Night v. Line 775.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

Night v. Line 1011.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Night vi. Line 309.

Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps. And pyramids are pyramids in vales.

Night vi. Line 606.

And all may do what has by man been done.

Night vii. Line 496.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

Night ix. Line 771.

An undevout astronomer is mad.

Night ix. Line 1660.

Emblazed to seize the sight; who runs, may read.

* * * * *

LOVE OF FAME.

Satire i. Line 89.

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

Satire i. Line 238.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

Satire ii. Line 207.

Where nature's end of language is declined, And men talk only to conceal their mind.[14]

[Note 14: "Ils n'emploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs pensées "--_Voltaire_.]

Satire vii. Line 97.

How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.[15]

[Note 15: Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part I., Introduction, and taken originally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy,