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And the tear that we shed, though in secret it
rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. MOORE-Oh, Breathe not his Name.
(See also HAMLET)
Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears,
SCOTT—Marmion. Introduction to Canto IV.
SCRIBE-Opera of La Sonnambula. Though yet of Hamlet, our dear brother's death, The memory be green. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 1.
(See also MOORE)
When time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
And half our joys renew.
WILBUR D. NESBIT-AU to Myself.
Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 137.
At cum longa dies sedavit vulnera mentis,
When time has assuaged the wounds of the mind, he who unseasonably reminds us of them, opens them afresh. OVID Epistolæ Ex Ponto. IV. 11. 19.
Briefly thyself remember.
King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 6. L. 233.
That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume.
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 65.
Impensa monumenti supervacua est: memoria nostra durabit, si vita meruimus.
The erection of a monument is superfluous; the memory of us will last, if we have deserved it in our lives. PLINY the Younger-Epistles. LX. 19.
I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 222.
I remember, I remember
How my childhood fleeted by,The mirth of its December,
And the warmth of its July. PRAED—I Remember, I Remember. 10
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.
Psalms. CXXXVII. 6.
If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings, and the widow weeps.
* An hour in clamour and a quarter in rheum.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 76? I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul rememb’ring my good friends; And, as my fortune ripens with thy love, It shall be still thy true love's recompense.
Richard II. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 46.
Tho' lost to sight, within this filial breast
589. (See also LINLEY)
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!
Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 137.
And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 184.
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,
The Student's Tale. Emma and Eginhard.
The corn that makes the holy bread
MASEFIELD-Everlasting Mercy. St. 88.
We do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 198.
14 Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 202.
15 Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercie ever hope to have? SPENSER-Faerie Queene. Bk. VI. Canto I.
It is noble to grant life to the vanquished.
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven
With vain endeavour,
Banks of the Nith.
'Tis vain to flee; till gentle Mercy show
Think not the good,
Mercy often inflicts death.
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
Henry V. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 81.
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,
Du même fonds dont on néglige un homme de mérite l'on sait encore admirer un sot.
The same principle leads us to neglect a man of merit that induces us to admire a fool. LA BRUYÈRE--Les Caractères. XII.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd
Le monde récompense plus souvent les apparences de mérite que le mérite même.
The world rewards the appearance of merit oftener than merit itself. LA ROCHEFOUCAULD-Maximes. 166.
Il y a du mérite sans élévation mais il n'y a point d'élévation sans quelque mérite.
There is merit without elevation, but there is no elevation without some merit. LA ROCHEFOUCAULD-Maximes. 401.
By merit raised To that bad eminence.
MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 5.
Plus on est de fous, plus on rit.
The more fools the more one laughs.
(See also GASCOIGNE) Some credit in being jolly.
DICKENS—Martin Chuzzlewit. Ch. V. A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
DRYDEN—The Secular Masque. L. 40. And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
GASCOIGNE-Works. Ed. by Hazlitt. I. 64. (The more the merrier.)
HEYWOOD-Proverbes. Pt. II. Ch. VII.
2. Given credit in BRYDGES-Censura Literaria. Vol. III. P. 337. KING JAMES I., according to the Westminster Gazette.
(See also DANCOURT) Ride si sapis.
Be merry if you are wise.
The spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 73.
The force of his own merit makes his way.
Comedy of Errors. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 45. 9 Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song: And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1.
L. 149. 10
Who would be
On a throne?
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
MILTON-L'Allegro. L. 38.
Proverbs. XVII. 22.
22 Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.
SCOTT-Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 21.
23 What should a man do but be merry?
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 131. 24
Hostess, clap to the doors; watch to-night, pray to-morrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? Shall we have a play extempore? Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 305.
As 'tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.
Henry V. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 271.
But a merrier man,
Love's Labour's Lost. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 66.
Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
TENNYSON—The Sea Fairies.
O wild and wondrous midnight,
There is a might in thee To make the charmed body
Almost like spirit be,
'Tis midnight now. The bent and broken moon, Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, Hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.
JOAQUIN MILLER-Ina. Sc. 2.
Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 667.
When every room Hath blaz'd with lights and brayed with min
strelsy. Timon of Athens. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 169. Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a:
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 54.
13 The glad circle round them yield their souls To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. THOMSON—The Seasons. Summer. L. 403.
14 'Tis merry in hall Where beards wag all. TUSSER—Five Hundred Points of Good Hus
bandry. August's Abstract. ADAM DAVIE