Chapter 349

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.