act i. sc. 1.
ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN. 1653-1716.
I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
_Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, etc._
NATHANIEL LEE. 1655-1692.
Then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk![281-1]
_Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._
Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace, That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him.
_Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._
When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.
_Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2._
'T is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.[281-2]
_Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Man, false man, smiling, destructive man!
_Theodosius. Act iii. Sc. 2._
FOOTNOTES:
[281-1] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 197.
[281-2] "Leads the way" in the stage editions, which contain various interpolations, among them--
See the conquering hero comes! Sound the trumpet, beat the drums!--
which was first used by Handel in "Joshua," and afterwards transferred to "Judas Maccabaeus." The text of both oratorios was written by Dr. Thomas Morell, a clergyman.
JOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711.
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 angels' visits, short and bright;[281-3] Mortality 's too weak to bear them long.
_The Parting._
FOOTNOTES:
[281-3] Like those of angels, short and far between.--BLAIR: _The Grave, line 588._
Like angel visits, few and far between.--CAMPBELL: _Pleasures of Hope, part ii. line 378._
JOHN DENNIS. 1657-1734.
A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket.
_The Gentleman's Magazine. Vol. li. Page 324._
They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder.[282-1]
FOOTNOTES:
[282-1] Our author, for the advantage of this play ("Appius and Virginia"), had invented a new species of thunder, which was approved of by the actors, and is the very sort that at present is used in the theatre. The tragedy however was coldly received, notwithstanding such assistance, and was acted but a short time. Some nights after, Mr. Dennis, being in the pit at the representation of "Macbeth," heard his own thunder made use of; upon which he rose in a violent passion, and exclaimed, with an oath, that it was his thunder. "See," said he, "how the rascals use me! They will not let my play run, and yet they steal my thunder!"--_Biographia Britannica, vol. v. p. 103._
THOMAS SOUTHERNE. 1660-1746.
Pity 's akin to love.[282-2]
_Oroonoka. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count ne'er made a man.[282-3]
_Sir Anthony Love. Act ii. Sc. 1._
FOOTNOTES:
[282-2] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.
[282-3] I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better.--WYCHERLEY: _The Plaindealer, act i. sc. 1._
A prince can make a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man 's aboon his might: Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.
BURNS: _For a' that and a' that._
MATHEW HENRY.[282-4] 1662-1714.
The better day, the worse deed.[282-5]
_Commentaries. Genesis iii._
Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep.[282-6]
_Commentaries. Genesis iii._
So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish that he did not only sigh but roar.[283-1]
_Commentaries. Job iii._
To their own second thoughts.[283-2]
_Commentaries. Job vi._
He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.
_Commentaries. Psalm xxxvi._
Our creature comforts.
_Commentaries. Psalm xxxvii._
None so deaf as those that will not hear.[283-3]
_Commentaries. Psalm lviii._
They that die by famine die by inches.
_Commentaries. Psalm lix._
To fish in troubled waters.
_Commentaries. Psalm lx._
Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore called the staff of life.[283-4]
_Commentaries. Psalm civ._
Hearkners, we say, seldom hear good of themselves.
_Commentaries. Ecclesiastes vii._
It was a common saying among the Puritans, "Brown bread and the Gospel is good fare."
_Commentaries. Isaiah xxx._
Blushing is the colour of virtue.[283-5]
_Commentaries. Jeremiah iii._
It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.[283-6]
_Commentaries. Jeremiah vii._
None so blind as those that will not see.[283-7]
_Commentaries. Jeremiah xx._
Not lost, but gone before.[283-8]
_Commentaries. Matthew ii._
Those that are above business.
_Commentaries. Matthew xx._
Better late than never.[284-1]
_Commentaries. Matthew xxi._
Saying and doing are two things.
_Commentaries. Matthew xxi._
Judas had given them the slip.
_Commentaries. Matthew xxii._
After a storm comes a calm.
_Commentaries. Acts ix._
Men of polite learning and a liberal education.
_Commentaries. Acts x._
It is good news, worthy of all acceptation; and yet not too good to be true.
_Commentaries. Timothy i._
It is not fit the public trusts should be lodged in the hands of any, till they are first proved and found fit for the business they are to be entrusted with.[284-2]
_Commentaries. Timothy iii._
FOOTNOTES:
[282-4] Mathew Henry says of his father, Rev. Philip Henry (1631-1691): "He would say sometimes, when he was in the midst of the comforts of this life, 'All this, and heaven too!'"--_Life of Rev. Philip Henry, p. 70._ (London, 1830.)
[282-5] See Middleton, page 172.
[282-6] See Venning, page 262.
[283-1] Nature says best; and she says, Roar!--EDGEWORTH: _Ormond, chap. v._ (King Corny in a paroxysm of gout.)
[283-2] I consider biennial elections as a security that the sober second thought of the people shall be law.--FISHER AMES: _On Biennial Elections, 1788._
[283-3] See Heywood, page 19.
[283-4] Bread is the staff of life.--SWIFT: _Tale of a Tub._
Corne, which is the staffe of life.--WINSLOW: _Good Newes from New England, p. 47._ (London, 1624.)
The stay and the staff, the whole staff of bread.--_Isaiah iii. 1._
[283-5] Diogenes once saw a youth blushing, and said: "Courage, my boy! that is the complexion of virtue."--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Diogenes, vi._
[283-6] See Heywood, page 12.
[283-7] There is none so blind as they that won't see.--SWIFT: _Polite Conversation, dialogue iii._
[283-8] Literally from Seneca, _Epistola lxiii. 16._
Not dead, but gone before.--ROGERS: _Human Life._
[284-1] See Heywood, page 13.
[284-2] See Appendix, page 859.
RICHARD BENTLEY. 1662-1742.
It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of reputation but by himself.
_Monk's Life of Bentley. Page 90._
"Whatever is, is not," is the maxim of the anarchist, as often as anything comes across him in the shape of a law which he happens not to like.[284-3]
_Declaration of Rights._
The fortuitous or casual concourse of atoms.[284-4]
_Sermons, vii. Works, Vol. iii. p. 147_ (1692).
FOOTNOTES:
[284-3] See Dryden, page 276.
[284-4] That fortuitous concourse of atoms.--_Review of Sir Robert Peel's Address. Quarterly Review, vol. liii. p. 270_ (1835).
In this article a party was described as a fortuitous concourse of atoms,--a phrase supposed to have been used for the first time many years afterwards by Lord John Russell.--_Croker Papers, vol. ii. p. 54._
HENRY CAREY. 1663-1743.
God save our gracious king! Long live our noble king! God save the king!
_God save the King._
Aldeborontiphoscophornio! Where left you Chrononhotonthologos?
_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1._
His cogitative faculties immersed In cogibundity of cogitation.
_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1._
Let the singing singers With vocal voices, most vociferous, In sweet vociferation out-vociferize Even sound itself.
_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1._
To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos, Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.
_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3._
Go call a coach, and let a coach be called; And let the man who calleth be the caller; And in his calling let him nothing call But "Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!"
_Chrononhotonthologos. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Genteel in personage, Conduct, and equipage; Noble by heritage, Generous and free.
_The Contrivances. Act i. Sc. 2._
What a monstrous tail our cat has got!
_The Dragon of Wantley. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Of all the girls that are so smart, There 's none like pretty Sally.[285-1]
_Sally in our Alley._
Of all the days that 's in the week I dearly love but one day, And that 's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday.
_Sally in our Alley._
FOOTNOTES:
[285-1] Of all the girls that e'er was seen, There 's none so fine as Nelly.
SWIFT: _Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet._
DANIEL DEFOE. 1663-1731.
Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there;[286-1] And 't will be found, upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation.
_The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1._
Great families of yesterday we show, And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.
_The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1._
FOOTNOTES:
[286-1] See Burton, page 192.
TOM BROWN. 1663-1704.
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.[286-2]
_Laconics._
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.[286-3]
_Laconics._
In the reign of Charles II. a certain worthy divine at Whitehall thus addressed himself to the auditory at the conclusion of his sermon: "In short, if you don't live up to the precepts of the Gospel, but abandon yourselves to your irregular appetites, you must expect to receive your reward in a certain place which 't is not good manners to mention here."[287-1]
_Laconics._
FOOTNOTES:
[286-2] A slightly different version is found in Brown's Works collected and published after his death:--
Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare; Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te
(I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; this only I can say, I do not love thee).--MARTIAL: _Epigram i. 33._
Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas; Je n'en saurois dire la cause, Je sais seulement une chose; C'est que je ne vous aime pas.
BUSSY: _Comte de Rabutin._ (1618-1693.)
[286-3] Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.--SORBIENNE (1610-1670).
GOLDSMITH: _The Haunch of Venison._
[287-1] Who never mentions hell to ears polite.--POPE: _Moral Essays, epistle iv. line 149._
MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721.
All jargon of the schools.[287-2]
_I am that I am. An Ode._
Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim At objects in an airy height; The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight.[287-3]
_To the Hon. Charles Montague._
From ignorance our comfort flows. The only wretched are the wise.[287-4]
_To the Hon. Charles Montague._
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
_A Better Answer._
Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind.
_An English Padlock._
That if weak women went astray, Their stars were more in fault than they.
_Hans Carvel._
The end must justify the means.
_Hans Carvel._
And thought the nation ne'er would thrive Till all the whores were burnt alive.
_Paulo Purganti._
They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think.[287-5]
_Upon a passage in the Scaligerana._
That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.[287-6]
_Henry and Emma._
Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, And often took leave, but was loth to depart.[288-1]
_The Thief and the Cordelier._
Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior; The son of Adam and of Eve: Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?[288-2]
_Epitaph. Extempore._
Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives She builds our quiet as she forms our lives; Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even, And opens in each heart a little heaven.
_Charity._
His noble negligences teach What others' toils despair to reach.
_Alma. Canto ii. Line 7._
Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, And oft repeating, they believe 'em.
_Alma. Canto iii. Line 13._
Abra was ready ere I called her name; And though I called another, Abra came.
_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book ii. Line 364._
For hope is but the dream of those that wake.[288-3]
_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 102._
Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.
_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 240._
A Rechabite poor Will must live, And drink of Adam's ale.[289-1]
_The Wandering Pilgrim._
FOOTNOTES:
[287-2] Noisy jargon of the schools.--POMFRET: _Reason._
The sounding jargon of the schools.--COWPER: _Truth, line 367._
[287-3] But all the pleasure of the game Is afar off to view the flight.
_Variations in a copy dated 1692._
[287-4] See Davenant, page 217.
[287-5] See Jonson, page 180. Also Dryden, page 268.
[287-6] Fine by defect, and delicately weak.--POPE: _Moral Essays, epistle ii. line 43._
[288-1] As men that be lothe to departe do often take their leff. [John Clerk to Wolsey.]--ELLIS: _Letters, third series, vol. i. p. 262._
"A loth to depart" was the common term for a song, or a tune played, on taking leave of friends. TARLTON: _News out of Purgatory_ (about 1689). CHAPMAN: _Widow's Tears._ MIDDLETON: _The Old Law, act iv. sc. 1._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit at Several Weapons, act ii. sc. 2._
[288-2] The following epitaph was written long before the time of Prior:--
Johnnie Carnegie lais heer, Descendit of Adam and Eve. Gif ony con gang hieher, Ise willing give him leve.
[288-3] This thought is ascribed to Aristotle by Diogenes Laertius (_Aristotle, v. xi._), who, when asked what hope is, answered, "The dream of a waking man." Menage, in his "Observations upon Laertius," says that Stobaeus (_Serm. cix._) ascribes it to Pindar, while AElian (_Var. Hist. xiii. 29_) refers it to Plato.
Et spes inanes, et velut somnia quaedam, vigilantium (Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake).--QUINTILIAN: _vi. 2, 27._
[289-1] A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.--TOM BROWN: _Works, vol. iv. p. 11._
JOHN POMFRET. 1667-1703.
We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, And still adore the hand that gives the blow.[289-2]
_Verses to his Friend under Affliction._
Heaven is not always angry when he strikes, But most chastises those whom most he likes.
_Verses to his Friend under Affliction._
FOOTNOTES:
[289-2] See Dryden, page 277.
JONATHAN SWIFT. 1667-1745.
I 've often wish'd 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; A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land set out to plant a wood.
_Imitation of Horace, Book ii. Sat. 6._
So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.[289-3]
_Poetry, a Rhapsody._
Where Young must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.
_Poetry, a Rhapsody._
Hobbes clearly proves that every creature Lives in a state of war by nature.
_Poetry, a Rhapsody._
So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller still to bite 'em; And so proceed _ad infinitum_.[290-1]
_Poetry, a Rhapsody._
Libertas et natale solum: Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.
_Verses occasioned by Whitshed's Motto on his Coach._
A college joke to cure the dumps.
_Cassinus and Peter._
'T is an old maxim in the schools, That flattery 's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
_Cadenus and Vanessa._
Hail fellow, well met.[290-2]
_My Lady's Lamentation._
Big-endians and small-endians.[290-3]
_Gulliver's Travels. Part i. Chap. iv. Voyage to Lilliput._
And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
_Gulliver's Travels. Part ii. Chap. vii. Voyage to Brobdingnag._
He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers.
_Gulliver's Travels. Part iii. Chap. v. Voyage to Laputa._
It is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second place have an undoubted title to the first.
_Tale of a Tub. Dedication._
Seamen have a custom, when they meet a whale, to fling him out an empty tub by way of amusement, to divert him from laying violent hands upon the ship.[291-1]
_Tale of a Tub. Preface._
Bread is the staff of life.[291-2]
_Tale of a Tub. Preface._
Books, the children of the brain.
_Tale of a Tub. Sect. i._
As boys do sparrows, with flinging salt upon their tails.[291-3]
_Tale of a Tub. Sect. vii._
He made it a part of his religion never to say grace to his meat.
_Tale of a Tub. Sect. xi._
How we apples swim![291-4]
_Brother Protestants._
The two noblest things, which are sweetness and light.
_Battle of the Books._
The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.
_Thoughts on Various Subjects._
Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.
_Thoughts on Various Subjects._
A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.
_Thoughts on Various Subjects._
If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would not have given them to such a scoundrel.
_Letter to Miss Vanbromrigh, Aug. 12, 1720._
Not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole.
_Letter to Bolingbroke, March 21, 1729._
A penny for your thoughts.[292-1]
_Introduction to Polite Conversation._
Do you think I was born in a wood to be afraid of an owl?
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
The sight of you is good for sore eyes.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
'T is as cheap sitting as standing.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
She 's no chicken; she 's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
She looks as if butter wou'dn't melt in her mouth.[292-2]
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
If it had been a bear it would have bit you.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
I mean you lie--under a mistake.[292-3]
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
_Lord M._ What religion is he of?
_Lord Sp._ Why, he is an Anythingarian.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._
He was a bold man that first eat an oyster.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
That is as well said as if I had said it myself.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
You must take the will for the deed.[292-4]
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
Fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
She has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his whole body.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
They say a carpenter 's known by his chips.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman.[293-1]
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I 'll give you leave to call me anything, if you don't call me "spade."
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
May you live all the days of your life.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I have fed like a farmer: I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I always like to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have the prayers of the Church to preserve all that travel by land or by water.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I thought you and he were hand-in-glove.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
'T is happy for him that his father was before him.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
There is none so blind as they that won't see.[293-2]
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
She pays him in his own coin.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
There was all the world and his wife.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
Sharp 's the word with her.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
There 's two words to that bargain.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
I shall be like that tree,--I shall die at the top.
_Scott's Life of Swift._[294-1]
FOOTNOTES:
[289-3] As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild beasts and unapproachable bogs.--PLUTARCH: _Theseus._
[290-1] Great fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite 'em, And little fleas have lesser fleas, and so _ad infinitum_. And the great fleas themselves, in turn, have greater fleas to go on; While these again have greater still, and greater still, and so on.
DE MORGAN: _A Budget of Paradoxes, p. 377._
[290-2] ROWLAND: _Knave of Hearts_ (1612). RAY: _Proverbs._ TOM BROWN: _Amusement, viii._
[290-3] As the political parties of Whig and Tory are pointed out by the high and low heels of the Lilliputians (Framecksan and Hamecksan), those of Papist and Protestant are designated under the Big-endians and Small-endians.
[291-1] In Sebastian Munster's "Cosmography" there is a cut of a ship to which a whale was coming too close for her safety, and of the sailors throwing a tub to the whale, evidently to play with. This practice is also mentioned in an old prose translation of the "Ship of Fools."--Sir JAMES MACKINTOSH: _Appendix to the Life of Sir Thomas More._
[291-2] See Mathew Henry, page 283.
[291-3] Till they be bobbed on the tails after the manner of sparrows.--RABELAIS: _book ii. chap. xiv._
[291-4] RAY: _Proverbs._ MALLET: _Tyburn._
[292-1] See Heywood, page 16.
[292-2] See Heywood, page 13.
[292-3] You lie--under a mistake.--SHELLEY: _Magico Prodigioso, scene 1_ (a translation of Calderon).
[292-4] The will for deed I doe accept.--DU BARTAS: _Divine Weeks and Works, third day, week ii. part 2._
The will for the deed.--CIBBER: _The Rival Fools, act iii._
[293-1] Use three physicians Still: first, Dr. Quiet; Next, Dr. Merryman, And Dr. Dyet.
_Regimen Sanitatis Salernitanum_ (edition 1607).
[293-2] See Mathew Henry, page 283.
[294-1] When the poem of "Cadenus and Vanessa" was the general topic of conversation, some one said, "Surely that Vanessa must be an extraordinary woman that could inspire the Dean to write so finely upon her." Mrs. Johnson smiled, and answered that "she thought that point not quite so clear; for it was well known the Dean could write finely upon a broomstick."--JOHNSON: _Life of Swift._
WILLIAM CONGREVE. 1670-1729.
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
_The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1._
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
_The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1._
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.[294-2]
_The Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8._
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
_The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12._
If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
_The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12._
Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude.
_Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5._
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.[294-3]
_Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
_The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.[295-1]
_The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1._
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.[295-2]
_Letter to Cobham._
FOOTNOTES:
[294-2] We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman.--CIBBER: _Love's Last Shift, act iv._
[294-3] Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.--FOOTE: _The Author, act 2._
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.--BYRON: _A Sketch._
[295-1] See Shakespeare, page 72.
[295-2] Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night i. line 390._
SAMUEL GARTH.[295-3] 1670-1719.
To die is landing on some silent shore Where billows never break, nor tempests roar; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.
_The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225._
I see the right, and I approve it too, Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.[295-4]
_Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20_ (translated by Tate and Stonestreet, edited by Garth).
For all their luxury was doing good.[295-5]
_Claremont. Line 149._
FOOTNOTES:
[295-3] Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy; Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.
CHRISTOPHER CODRINGTON: _Lines addressed to Garth on his Dispensary._
[295-4] I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.--PETRARCH: _Sonnet ccxxv. canzone xxi. To Laura in Life._
See Shakespeare, page 60.
[295-5] And learn the luxury of doing good.--GOLDSMITH: _The Traveller, line 22._ CRABBE: _Tales of the Hall, book iii._ GRAVES: _The Epicure._
COLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love, And thus the soldier arm'd with resolution Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act ii. Sc. 1._
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iii. Sc. 1._
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.[296-1]
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iii. Sc. 1._
I 've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes. Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iv. Sc. 3._
Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iv. Sc. 3._
And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._
With clink of hammers closing rivets up.[296-2]
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._
Perish that thought! No, never be it said That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard. Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain! Conscience, avaunt! Richard 's himself again! Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away! My soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._
A weak invention of the enemy.[296-3]
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._
As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.
_Love's Last Shift. Act ii._
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.[296-4]
_Love's Last Shift. Act iv._
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they 're ended.
_Prologue to the Double Gallant._
Possession is eleven points in the law.
_Woman's Wit. Act i._
Words are but empty thanks.
_Woman's Wit. Act v._
This business will never hold water.
_She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not. Act iv._
Losers must have leave to speak.
_The Rival Fools. Act i._
Stolen sweets are best.
_The Rival Fools. Act i._
The will for the deed.[297-1]
_The Rival Fools. Act iii._
Within one of her.
_The Rival Fools. Act v._
I don't see it.
_The Careless Husband. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks, And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.[297-2]
FOOTNOTES:
[296-1] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 219.
[296-2] See Shakespeare, page 92.
[296-3] See Shakespeare, page 98.
[296-4] See Congreve, page 294.
[297-1] See Swift, page 292.
[297-2] A parody on Pope's lines:--
Graced as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honoured at the House of Lords.
SIR RICHARD STEELE. 1671-1729.
Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; to love her was a liberal education.[297-3]
_Tatler. No. 49._
Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously virtuous.
_Spectator. No. 266._
FOOTNOTES:
[297-3] Lady Elizabeth Hastings.
JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-1719.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 1._
Thy steady temper, Portius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 1._
'T is not in mortals to command success, But we 'll do more, Sempronius,--we 'll deserve it.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 2._
Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._
'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._
Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._
My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?
_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us!
_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._
A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The woman that deliberates is lost.
_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.
_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._
What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country!
_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._
When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.[298-1]
_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._
It must be so,--Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'T is the divinity that stirs within us; 'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
_Cato. Act v. Sc. 1._
I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em. Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me: This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,[299-1] Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
_Cato. Act v. Sc. 1._
Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.
_Cato. Act v. Sc. 4._
From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow.
_Cato. Act v. Sc. 4._
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[299-2]
_A Letter from Italy._
Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete.
_The Campaign. Line 219._
And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[299-3]
_The Campaign. Line 291._
And those that paint them truest praise them most.[300-1]
_The Campaign. Last line._
The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.
_Ode._
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 turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
_Ode._
For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.
_Ode._
Should the whole frame of Nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.
_Horace. Ode iii. Book iii._
In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.[300-2]
_Spectator. No. 68._
Much may be said on both sides.[300-3]
_Spectator. No. 122._
The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye.
_Spectator. No. 444._
Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes.
_Prologue to The Drummer._
FOOTNOTES:
[298-1] Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation! Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine.
GAY: _Fables, Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds._
[299-1] Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.--ISAAC BARROW (1630-1677): _Duty of Thanksgiving, Works, vol. i. p. 66._
[299-2] Malone states that this was the first time the phrase "classic ground," since so common, was ever used.
[299-3] This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the "Dunciad," book iii. line 264.
[300-1] He best can paint them who shall feel them most.--POPE: _Eloisa to Abelard, last line._
[300-2] A translation of Martial, xii. 47, who imitated Ovid, Amores iii. 11, 39.
[300-3] Much may be said on both sides.--FIELDING: _The Covent Garden Tragedy, act i. sc. 8._
NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.
As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great.[301-1]
_The Fair Penitent. Prologue._
At length the morn and cold indifference came.[301-2]
_The Fair Penitent. Act i. Sc. 1._
Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
_The Fair Penitent. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario?
_The Fair Penitent. Act v. Sc. i._
FOOTNOTES:
[301-1] None think the great unhappy, but the great.--YOUNG: _The Love of Fame, satire 1, line 238._
[301-2] But with the morning cool reflection came.--SCOTT: _Chronicles of the Canongate, chap. iv._
Scott also quotes it in his notes to "The Monastery," chap. iii. note 11; and with "calm" substituted for "cool" in "The Antiquary," chap. v.; and with "repentance" for "reflection" in "Rob Roy," chap. xii.
ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748.
Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me?
_Divine Songs. Song iv._
A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice.
_Divine Songs. Song xii._
And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.[301-3]
_Divine Songs. Song xv._
Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 't is their nature too.
_Divine Songs. Song xvi._
But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes.
_Divine Songs. Song xvi._
Birds in their little nests agree; And 't is a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
_Divine Songs. Song xvii._
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
_Divine Songs. Song xx._
For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.
_Divine Songs. Song xx._
In books, or work, or healthful play.
_Divine Songs. Song xx._
I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.
_Divine Songs. Song xxviii._
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.
_A Cradle Hymn._
'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."
_The Sluggard._
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high.
_Psalm v._
From all who dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue.
_Psalm cxvii._
Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79._
And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 88._
Strange that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long!
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19._
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63._
The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63._
When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I 'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 65._
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 66._
So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 146._
Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul: The mind 's the standard of the man.[303-1]
_Horae Lyricae. Book ii. False Greatness._
To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven.
_Doxology._
FOOTNOTES:
[301-3] See Herbert, page 205.
[303-1] I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man.--SENECA: _On a Happy Life_ (L'Estrange's Abstract), _chap. i._
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.--OVID: _Metamorphoses, xiii._
SIR ROBERT WALPOLE. 1676-1745.
The balance of power.
_Speech, 1741._
Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, "All those men have their price."[304-1]
COXE: _Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369._
Anything but history, for history must be false.
_Walpoliana. No. 141._
The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favours.[304-2]
FOOTNOTES:
[304-1] "All men have their price" is commonly ascribed to Walpole.
[304-2] Hazlitt, in his "Wit and Humour," says, "This is Walpole's phrase."
The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefits.--ROCHEFOUCAULD: _Maxim 298._
VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE. 1678-1751.
I have read somewhere or other,--in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I think,--that history is philosophy teaching by examples.[304-3]
_On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2._
The dignity of history.[304-4]
_On the Study and Use of History. Letter v._
It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and in his word.[304-5]
_Letter to Mr. Pope._
FOOTNOTES:
[304-3] Dionysius of Halicarnassus (quoting Thucydides), Ars Rhet.