ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL. Whate'er he did, was done with so much ease, In him alone 't was natural to please. A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, Parti. Line 27. And o'er informed the tenement of clay. Parti. Line 156. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, Parti. Line 163. And all to leave what with his toil he won, Parti. Line 169. Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. But wild ambition loves to slide, not stand, Parti. Line 198. The people's prayer-the glad diviner's theme, Parti. Line 238. Than a successive title, long and dark, Parti. Line 301. * What thin partitions sense from thought divide. POPE. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 262. + Greatness on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, From Knolles' History (under a portrait of Mustapha I.). Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. -Foel ii. 28. Not only hating David, but the king. Parti. Line 512. Who think too little, and who talk too much. Parti. Line 534. A man so various, that he seemed to be So over-violent, or over-civil, Parti. Line 545. That every man with him was God or devil. Parti. Line 557. His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. Parti. Line 645. Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Parti. Line 868. Beware the fury of a patient man. * For every inch that is not fool, is rogue. Parti. Line 1005. Part ii. Line 463. CYMON AND IPHIGENIA. He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, *Furor fit læsâ sæpius patientiâ. PUBLIUS SYRUS. The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes, And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. Line 107. She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence. Line 367. And raw in fields the rude militia swarms; Mouths without hands: maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand. Line 400. Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Like a painted Jove, Line 407. Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39. Errors like straws upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below. All for Love. Prologue. Men are but children of a larger growth. Ibid. Activ. Sc. 1. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to The Maiden Queen. Acti. Sc. 2. me. But Shakspere's magic could not copied be; The Tempest. Prologue. I am as free as nature first made man, The Conquest of Granada. Parti. Acti. Sc. 1. Forgiveness to the injured does belong; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.* * Ibid. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Lies worse; and while it says, 'We shall be blest What the first sprightly running could not give. Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1. His hair just grizzled As in a green old age. Edipus. Act iii. Sc. 1. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long; Ibid. Activ. Sc. 1. She, though in full blown flower of glorious beauty, Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. * Quos læserunt et oderunt.-SENECA, De Ira, Lib. ii. cap. xxxiii. Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris.-TACITUS, Agricola, 42, 4. There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know. This is the porcelain clay of human kind.* Don Sebastian. Acti. Sc. 1. Look round the habitable world, how few Translation of Juvenal's 10th Satire. Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba. 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. Love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.* Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss. The Cock and Fox. Line 452. And that one hunting, which the devil design'd *The precious porcelain of human clay. Perjuria ridet amantium Theodore and Honoria. BYRON. Don Juan. Canto iv. St. 11. TIBULLUS. Lib. iii. El. 6. Line 49. |