ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL.

Whate'er he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone ’t was natural to please. Part i. Line 27.

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pigmy body to decay,
And o’er informed the tenement of clay. Part i. Line 156.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.*

Part i. Line 163.
And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son.

Part i. Line 169. Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.

Part i. Line 174.

But wild ambition loves to slide, not stand,
And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.+

Part i. Line 198.
The people's prayer--the glad diviner's theme,
The young men's vision, and the old men's dream. I

Part i. Line 238. Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.

Part i. 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, And leaves for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land.

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.

Part i. Line 512.

Who think too little, and who talk too much.

Part i. Line 534. A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long. But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

Pert i. Line 545. So over-violent, or over-civil, That every man with him was God or devil.

Part i. Line 557. His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.

Part i. Line 645. Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

Part i. Line 868. Beware the fury of a patient man. Part i. Line 1005.

*

For every inch that is not fool, is rogue.

Part ii. Line 463.

CYMON AND IPHIGENIA.

He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought. Line 84.

* 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.
Sex to the last.

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,
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

Line 407

Like a painted Jove, 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. Act iv. Sc. I. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to

The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2.

me.

But Shakspere's magic could not copied be ;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.

The Tempest. Prologue.
I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. 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.

6

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay :
To-morrow's falser than the former day ;
Lies worse; and while it says, “We shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possessed.
Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.

Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. I.
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 ;
Even wondered at, because he dropt no sooner.
Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years ;
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more :
Till like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

a

Ibid. Act iv. Sc. I.

She, though in full blown flower of glorious beauty,
Grows cold, even in the summer of her age.

Ibid. Act iv. Sc. i.

* Quos læserunt et oderunt.-Seneca, De Ira, Lib. i. cap. xxxiii. Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris. -Tacitus, Agri

cola, 42, 4.

There is a pleasure sure
In being mad which none but madmen know.

The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. This is the porcelain clay of human kind.*

Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. I. Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.

Translation of Juvenal's roth 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. Imitation of Horace. Book i. Ode

Line 65. But Shadwell never deviates into sense.

29.

Mac Flecknoe.

Line 20.

The spectacles of books.

Essay on Dramatic Poetry. 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. And that one hunting, which the devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind.

Theodore and Honoria.

Line 452.

* The precious porcelain of human clay.

Byron. Don Juan. Canto iv. St. 11.
+ Perjuria ridet amantium
Jupiter.

TIBULLUS. Lib. ii. El. 6. Line 49.
A Latin proverb translated by Shakspere, Dryden, and others.