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O Brethren, weep to-day,
SCHILLER—Resignation. BOWRING's trans.
Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd,
Khorassan. St. 62.
A thousand warring social schemes,
And twenty thousand, thousand dreams.
In the crowded hives of men; Heart weary of building and spoiling
And spoiling and building again; And I long for the dear old
river Where I dreamed my youth away; For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.
Some must delve when the dawn is nigh;
Some must toil when the noonday beams;
Every man is a King of Dreams.
I'll dream no more by manly mind
SCOTT— Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 35.
Thou hast beat me out Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me.
Coriolanus. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 127.
There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 17. 17
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act IV. Sc. 1.
"Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna Somnia quo cerni tempore vera solent."
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker. OVID-Epistles. XIX. Hero Leandro. 195.
(See also BRUCE) Dreams, which, beneath the hov'ring shades of
night, Sport with the ever-restless minds of men, Descend not from the gods. Each busy brain Creates its own. THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK-Dreams. From Pe
tronius Arbiter. 6 What was your dream?
It seemed to me that a woman in white raiment, graceful and fair to look upon, came towards me and calling me by name said:
On the third day, Socrates, thou shalt reach the coast of fertile Phthia.
7 That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
A lonely spirit guiding.
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Did mock sad fools withal.
Pericles. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 164.
Oh! I have pass'd a miserable night,
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 2.
For never yet one hour in his bed
Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 83.
Yet eat in dreams, the custard of the day.
POPE—The Dunciad. Bk. I. L. 92.
I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin
of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind.
Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 96.
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 82.
Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em
PRIOR-Alma. Canto III. L. 13.
10 As a dream when one awaketh.
Psalms. LXXIII. 20.
11 This morn, as sleeping in my bed I lay, I dreamt (and morning dreams come true they
say). W. B. RHODES—Bombastes Furioso. Post
medium noctean bisus, quum comnia vera. HORACE-Satires. Bk. I. Sat. 10. L. 33. TIBULLUS—Elegy. Bk. III. 4.
(See also BRUCE)
And laughing long life doth bring, Let those that merely talk and never think,
Says old Simon the King. That live in the wild anarchy of drink.
Old Sir Simon the King. Found in DURFEY'S BEN JONSON—Underwoods. An Epistle, an Wit and Mirth, or Pills to Purge Melancholy.
swering to One that asked to be sealed of the Referring to SIMON WADLOE, tavern-keeper Tribe of Ben.
at the “Devil,” Fleet Street, about 1621. (See also PRIOR)
Inter pocula. Just a wee deoch-an-doris, just a wee yin, Over their cups. that's a'.
PERSIUS-Satires. I. 30. Just a wee deoch-an-doris before we gang a-wa', There's a wee wifie waitin', in a wee but-an-ben; There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl If you can say “It's a braw bricht moon-licht The feast of reason and the flow of soul. nicht
POPE-Second Book of Horace. Satire I. Y're a 'richt ye ken.
PRIOR-On a Passage in the Scaligerana.
(See also JONSON) Who first invented this leathern bottel! Leathern Bottel.
Je ne boy en plus qu'une esponge. 4
I do not drink more than a sponge.
RABELAIS—Gargantua. Bk. I. Ch. 5.
Il y a plus de vieux ivrongnes qu'il y a de Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars.
vieux médecins. LONGFELLOW-Drinking Song. St. 8.
There are more old drunkards than old 5
physicians. Myrtale often smells of wine, but, wise,
RABELAIS—Gargantua. Bk. I. Ch. XLII. With eating bay-leaves thinks it to disguise: So nott with water tempers the wine's heate, Die Limonade ist matt wie deine Seele But covers it. Henceforth if her you meete versuche! With red face and swell’d veynes, modestly say, This lemonade is weak like your soul"Sure Myrtale hath drunk oth bayes today? MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. V. 4. Trans. in a SCHILLER-Cabale und Liebe. V.7. MS. 16th Century.
Drink down all unkindness. Attic honey thickens the nectar-like Faler Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1. nian. Such drink deserves to be mixed by L. 203. Ganymede.
20 MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. XIII. 108.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for 7
drinking: I could wish courtesy would invent Let Nepos place Cæretan wine on table, and some other custom of entertainment. you will deem it Setine. But he does not give Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 35. it to all the world; he drinks it only with a trio 21 of friends.
This bottle's the sun of our table, MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. XIII. Ep. 124. His beams are rosy wine;
We planets that are not able Provocarem ad Philippum, inquit, sed sobrium. Without his help to shine.
I would appeal to Philip, she said, but to R.B. SHERIDAN-The Drenna. Act III. Sc.5. Philip sober. VALERIUS MAXIMUS. Bk. VI. II. Ext. 1. Si bene commemini, causæ sunt quinque bibendi;
Hospitis adventus, præsens sitis, atque futura, One sip of this
Aut vini bonitas, aut quælibet altera causa. Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight,
If all be true that I do think, Beyond the bliss of dreams.
There are five reasons we should drink; MILTON—Comus. L. 811.
Good wine-a friend-or being dry
Or lest we should be by and byThen to the spicy nut-brown ale.
Or any other reason why. MILTON-L'Allegro. L. 100.
Attributed to PÈRE SIRMOND by MENAGE and
DE LA MONNOYE. See Menagiana. Vol. I, When treading London's well-known ground
P. 172. Given in ISAAC J. REEVE's Wild If e'er I feel my spirits tire,
Garland. Vol. II. Trans by HENRY ALI haul my sail, look up around,
In search of Whitbread's best entire.
Let the hands and the feet gang cold;
But give to belly, boys, beer enough, Drinking will make a man quaff,
Whether it be new or old. Quaffing will make a man sing,
The Beggar. Old English Folk Song. Version Singing will make a man laugh,
in CECIL SHARPE's Folk Songs from Somerset.