canto iv. stanza 11.

[277-7] Give ample room and verge enough.--GRAY: _The Bard, ii. 1._

[277-8] Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.--BLAIR: _The Grave, line 58._

[277-9] Le veritable Amphitryon Est l'Amphitryon ou l'on dine (The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine).

MOLIERE: _Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5._

EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633-1684.

Remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 87._

And choose an author as you choose a friend.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 96._

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

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 113._

The multitude is always in the wrong.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 184._

My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me at my end.

_Translation of Dies Irae._

THOMAS KEN. 1637-1711.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise Him, all creatures here below! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

_Morning and Evening Hymn._

SIR JOHN POWELL. ---- -1713.

Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.[278-1]

_Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Lord Raymond, 911._

FOOTNOTES:

[278-1] See Coke, page 24.

ISAAC NEWTON. 1642-1727.

I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.[278-2]

_Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap. xxvii._

FOOTNOTES:

[278-2] See Milton, page 241.

EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680.

Angels listen when she speaks: She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder.

_Song._

Here lies our sovereign lord the king, Whose word no man relies on; He never says a foolish thing, Nor ever does a wise one.

_Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II._

And ever since the Conquest have been fools.

_Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country._

For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse.[279-1]

_An allusion to Horace, Satire x. Book i._

A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.

_On the King._

It is a very good world to live in, To lend, or to spend, or to give in; But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own, It is the very worst world that ever was known.[279-2]

FOOTNOTES:

[279-1] Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd muse!--GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation. Postscript._

[279-2] These last four lines are attributed to Rochester.

SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. 1649-1720.

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

_Essay on Poetry._

There 's no such thing in Nature; and you 'll draw A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.[279-3]

_Essay on Poetry._

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.

_Essay on Poetry._

FOOTNOTES:

[279-3] See Suckling, page 257.

THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685.

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you: There 's in you all that we believe of heaven,-- Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

_Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1._

Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.[280-1]

_Venice Preserved. Act v. Sc. 1._

And die with decency.

_Venice Preserved. Act v. Sc. 3._

What mighty ills have not been done by woman! Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?--A woman! Who lost Mark Antony the world?--A woman! Who was the cause of a long ten years' war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes?--Woman! Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman![280-2]

_The Orphan. Act iii. Sc. 1._

Let us embrace, and from this very moment, vow an eternal misery together.[280-3]

_The Orphan. Act iv. Sc. 2._

FOOTNOTES:

[280-1] See Shakespeare, page 112.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

GRAY: _The Bard, part i. stanza 3._

[280-2] O woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.

POPE: _Homer's Odyssey, book xi. line 531._

[280-3] Let us swear an eternal friendship.--FRERE: _The Rovers,