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“Call up thy goodness, Strength, wisdom, beauty, grandeur, riches, Thy mind and man within thee.
Crown thy mind There is but One immutable, whose will With that's above the world's wealth, joy. Stands unreversed and unperverted, still ful suffering.
Above man's thought, yet softening toward And truly be the master of thyself, Which is the noblest empire; and there stand Part of that will it is which hearkens thus The thing thou wert ordained and set to Free, yet by love's necessity the same, govern.”—Ibid.
Most stedfast when the most inclined to us.
Truth never stoops, and Wisdom cannot “Let your reprehension
err ; Run in an easy current, not o'er high, These, if we mark or not, their task fulfil Carried with rashness or devouring choler : And go right on.”—Ibid. p. 39. But rather use the soft persuading way, Whose powers will work more gently, and “ SCATTERING distrustful thoughts 'midst compose
cautious words, The imperfect thoughts you labour to re- And numbering worse men's sins to hide claim,
their own.”—Ibid. p. 41. More winning than enforcing the consent."
Ben Jonson. Every Man in his “EXTORTED truth has dropt from impious
“But men of your condition feed on sloth, “ The wicked have looked farther than the
“CLEAVE to this promise with all thy inIbid. p. 61.
Firmly enclose it in thy remembrance fast, “My brain methinks is like an hour-glass, Fold it in thy faith with full hope, day and Wherein my imaginations run like sands hour, Filling up time; but these are turn'd and And thy salvation it will be at the last.” turn'd,
BALE. God's Promises. Old Plays, So that I know not what to stay upon,
vol. 1, p. 13. And less to put in act.”—Ibid. p. 75.
“Ruthful remembrance is yet raw in Critics.
mind.” “Durum nimis, altera, quicquid
Ferrex and porrex. Ibid.
128. Componis, pars esse putat; numerosque fluentes
COMMITTING new crimes in the hope of Lenius, et molli pede, ut ipsi molliculi sunt, averting punishment: Nec nisi plana, tolutim et euntia verba requirunt."-Douza, p. 363.
“E per meno temer, più reo si rende."
Maggi, vol. 1, p. 9. “ WRATH holds fast On sin through generations."
“PERCHE il rimorso duole, e no'l peccato Impious Feast. Rob. LANDOR, p. 37. Smorza quel duolo, e sanità non cura ;
Contro alla punta onde verria sanato, “ OURSELVES change most ; yea, all things Col callo del costume il senso indura." change below,
Ibid. vol. 2, p. 9.
* Chi sta nel mondo, e pur vaol pace in- A lasting, high and happy memory, terna
They should, without being satisfied, pursue. Voglia il solo voler di chi il governa." Contempt of fame begets contempt of virIbid. p. 12.
Ibid. Sejanus, vol. 3, p. 36.
CHIABRERA. T. 2, p. 175.
“ The way to put
Ibid. p. 55.
“ The humourous (i.e. humid) air shall mix
her solemn tunes With thy sad words."
Ben Jonson, vol. 2, p. 237.
" You equal gods Whose justice not a world of wolf-turned
men Shall make me to accuse, howe'er provoked."
Ibid. p. 72.
“But such is the perverseness of our nature,
" Nessuno è reo, That if we once but fancy levity,
Se basta a'falli sui Ilow antic and ridiculous soe'er
Per difesa portar l'esempio altrui.” It suit with us, yet will our muffled thought
METASTASIO, vol. 1, p. 17. Choose rather not to see it, than avoid it:
“ Ordina in guisa license,
Gli umani eventi il Ciel, che tutti a tutti That lust, that pleasure, that security, Siam necessarj; e il più felice spesso As if we practised in a paste-board case, Nel più misero trova And no one saw the motion, but the motion." Che sperar, che temer." Ibid. p. 252.
Ibid. p. 181. Adriano.
“Men speak ill of thee : so they be ill men,
“ Poco è funesta If they spake worse, 'twere better; for of L'altrui fortuna, such
Quando non resta To be dispraised, is the most perfect praise.
Ragione alcuna What can his censure hurt me, whom the
Nè di pentirsi, nè d'arrosser." world
Ibid. p. 195. Hath censured vile before me !" Ibid. p. 281. LEPIDES.
Arts, Arrantius ? “ Years are beneath the spheres; and time None but the plain and passive fortitude, makes weak
To suffer and be silent ; never stretch Things under heaven, not powers which These arms against the torrent; live at govern heaven.” Ibid. p. 375.
With my own thoughts, and innocence about “ The rest of greatness princes may com
Not tempting the wolves' jaws: these are my And therefore may neglect; only a long, arts.”—Ben Jonson. Sejanus, p. 104.
" What a wild muster's here of attributes | Handsome and neat; but then as they grew T'express a worm,-a snake.”—Ibid. p. 115. out
Said of the serpent which came out of his At the elbows again, or had a stain or spot, statue,--but applicable to adulatory epithets They have sunk most wretchedly." of dignity. “ It is a note
"I WONDER gentlemen Of upstart greatness, to observe and watch And men of means will not maintain themFor these poor trifles, which the noble mind selves
[highest : Neglects and scorns.
Fresher in wit, I mean in clothes, to the – Aye, and they think themselves For he that's out of clothes is out of fashion, Deeply dishonoured where they are omitted, And out of fashion is out of countenance, (As if they were necessities that helped And out of countenance is out of wit." To the perfection of their dignities)
Ben Jonson. Staple of News, And hate the men that but refrain them."
vol. 5, pp. 177-8.
A rich piece of French eloquence. The
night after the battle of Toulouse." Le The elements of active delicacy,
silence, muet de sa nature, n'y parlait pas, Those all-eye-pleasing harmonies of sight
mais il poussait des gemissemens confus qui Which do enchant men's fancies, and stir up perçaient l'âme." — Precis Historique de la The life blood of dull earth.”
Battaile, part 3, p. 156.
Old Play, vol. 4, p. 383. “ Good Master Picklock, with your worm-
ing brain Promises are no fetters: with that tongue
And wriggling engine-head of maintenance,
Which I shall see you hole with very shortly. Thy promise past, unpromise it again. Wherefore has man a tongue of power to
A fine round head, when those two lugs
To trundle through a pillory." speak,
[are off, But to speak still to his own private purpose ?
Ben Jonson. Staple of News, Beasts utter but one sound; but men have
vol. 5, p. 298. change
[them, Of speech, and reason, even by nature given
“A poor affrighted Now to say one thing, and another now,
And guilty race of men, that dare to stand As best may serve their profitable ends."
No breath of truth, but conscious to them
selves CHAPMAN. All Fools.
Of their no-wit or honesty, ran routed Old Play, vol. 4. p. 129.
At every panic terror themselves bred, “ Believe it, sir, Where else as confident as sounding brass, That clothes do much upon the wit, as Their tinkling captain, Cymbal, and the rest weather
Dare put on any visor to deride Does on the brain : and thence, sir, comes The wretched, or with buffoon license, jest your proverb,
[perience At whatsoe'er is serious, if not sacred." The tailor makes the man. I speak by ex
Ibid. p. 307. Of my own customers. I have had gallants Both court and country, would have fool'd
The Hours, you up
That open-handed sit upon the clouds, In a new suit, with the best wits in being, And press the liberality of Heaven, And kept their speed as long as their clothes Down to the laps of thankful men." lasted
Ibid. New Inn, p. 347.
Distinction, with a broad and powerful fan, “ O the fierce wretchedness that glory Puffing at all, winnows the light away ;
Ibid. act iv. sc. ii. And what hath mass or matter, by itself Lies, rich in virtue, and unmingled.”
'Tis far off; Troilus and Cressida, act i. sc. iii.
And rather like a dream, than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants." " A BLUSH
T'empest, act i. sc. ii. Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phæbus."
Ibid. “ Such shapes, such gestures, and such
sound, expressing “ BETTER I were distract;
(Although they want the use of tongue) a So should my thoughts be sever'd from my
Of excellent dumb discourse." And woes by wrong imaginations, lose
Ibid. act iü. sc. iii. The knowledge of themselves.” King Lear, act iv. sc. vi.
“Dull folly (not the wanton wild,
Imagination's younger child) “ TO-MORROW, and to-morrow, and to
Has taken lodgings in his face, morrow,
As finding that a vacant place, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
And peeping from his windows, tells To the last syllable of recorded time :
To all beholders where she dwells." And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
ROBERT LLOYD. The way to dusty death." Macbeth, act v. sc. v. “Would you be still more learned than the
learn'd? On the spheres.
Learn well to know how much need not be “ What are those ever-turning heavenly And what that knowledge which impairs spheres,
your sense. But wheels that, from our cradles to our
Our needful knowledge, like our needful Wind up our threads of life, that hourly Unhedged, lies open in life's common field, wears,
(turns.” And bids all welcome to the vital feast." And they that soonest die, have happiest
Young, vol. 1, 142. TH. BANCROFT, Restituta, vol. 2, p. 490.
“ No deeper wrinkles yet! Hath sorrow “His qualities were beauteous as his form, struck For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof So
this face of mine, free.
And made no deeper wounds !" Yet if men moved him, was he such a storm Richard the Second, act iv. sc. i. As oft 'twixt May and April is to see, When winds breathe sweet, unruly though
"LEARN, good soul, they be.”
To think our former state a happy dream, SHAKSPEAR, Lover's Complaint. From which awaked, the truth of what we are
Shows us but this. I am sworn brother, “He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer
(carelessly, will keep a league till death."
* Tell them I AM, Jehovah said
Ibid. act v. sc. i.
“ El sol cayendo vaya
Et comme en me couchant je souffle ma A sepultarse en las ondas,
chandelle, Que entre obscuras nubes pardas Je voudrois en mourant éteindre le soleil.” Al gran cadaver de oro
RECUEIL, &c. vol. 4, p. 271. Son monumentos de plata.”—Ibid.
“ Mal est gardé ce que garde la crainte.” “C'était l'heure où l'incertitude de la
PASSERAT, &c. vol. 2, p. 111. lumière rend à l'imagination son vague empire, l'heure où la réverie la remet en “ O Thou soft natural death, that art joint possession de tout ce que lui ôtait la réalité; twin
[comet où le présent disparaît, où l'avenir et le To sweetest slumber! no rough-bearded passé semblent sortir des ténébres."—Cus
Stares on thy mild departure; the dull owl TINE, vol. 2, p. 338.
Beats not against thy casement; the hoarse
wolf “ The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
Scents not thy carrion! Pity winds thy corse, As some soft chime had stroked' the air ;
Whilst horror waits on princes."
WEBSTER, vol. 1, p. 129.
“I do love these ancient ruins ; "All nobility
We never tread upon them, but we set But pride, that schism of incivility, Our foot upon some reverend history, She had, and it became her."
And questionless. Here in this open court, Ibid. p. 78. Which now lies naked to the injuries
Of stormy weather, some men lie interr'd OLYMPIA
Who loved the church so well, and gave so “ Io credea e credo, e creder credo il vero,
largely to it:
[bones Ch' amasse ed ami me con cor sincera."
They thought it should have canopied their ARIOSTO, c. 9, st. 23.
Till doomsday. But all things have their “For my life,
[like to men,
Churches and cities, which have diseases My sorrow is I have kept it so long well,
Must have like death that we have." With bringing it up unto so ill an end.
Ibid. vol. 1, p. 306. I might have gently lost it in my cradle, Before my nerves and ligaments grew strong
“For it so falls out, To bind it faster to me."
That what we have we prize not to the MASSINGER, Old Law, p. 472.
[lost, In what an execrable feeling was this Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and written by Montrevil.
Why then we rack the value; then we find “Quand je seray tout prest d'avoir les yeux The virtue that possession would not show
While it was ours.
[us couvers De l'ombre et de l'horreur d'une nuit
Much Ado about Nothing. eternelle,
act iv. sc. i. Plât aux dieux devant moy voir perir l'uni
“ The fineness of our metal is not found vers ! Que ma mort me sembleroit belle !
In fortune's love; for then the bold and J'aurois en expirant un plaisir sans pareil; The wise and fool, the artist and unread,
coward, Southey has here inserted with two queries The hard and soft seem all affin'd and kin: -charm ? -struck ?-J. W. W.
But in the wind and tempest of her frown,