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Sex to the last.[273:1]
Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 367.
And raw in fields the rude militia swarms,
Mouths without hands; maintain'd 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.
Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 400.
Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
Then hasten to be drunk,—the business of the day.
Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 407.
Happy who in his verse can gently steer
From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[273:2]
The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75.
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 liv'd to-day.[273:3]
Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65.
[274]
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 71.
I can enjoy her while she 's kind;
But when she dances in the wind,
And shakes the wings and will not stay,
I puff the prostitute away.
Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81.
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 87.
Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.
Virgil, Æneid, Line 1.
And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care
Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.[274:1]
Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97.
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,—
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book xv. The Worship of Æsculapius, Line 155.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.[274:2]
Persius. Satire v. Line 246.
Look round the habitable world: how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
Juvenal. Satire x.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.[274:3]
Mariage à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thespis, the first professor of our art,
At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.
Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba.
[275]
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.
All for Love. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.[275:1]
The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2.
Burn daylight.
The Maiden Queen. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.[275:2]
The Maiden Queen. Act iii. Sc. 1.
But Shakespeare'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.[275:3]
The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
What precious drops are those
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;
And they have kept it since by being dead.
The Conquest of Granada. Epilogue.
[276]
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.
Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd 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 possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;[276:1]
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.
'T is not for nothing that we life pursue;
It pays our hopes with something still that 's new.
Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.
All delays are dangerous in war.
Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1.
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.
Tyrannic Love. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Whatever is, is in its causes just.[276:2]
Œdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
His hair just grizzled,
As in a green old age.[276:3]
Œdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died,
But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,—
Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner.
Fate seem'd 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.
Œdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty,
Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
Œdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1.
[277]
There is a pleasure sure
In being mad which none but madmen know.[277:1]
The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Lord of humankind.[277:2]
The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Bless the hand that gave the blow.[277:3]
The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Second thoughts, they say, are best.[277:4]
The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
He 's a sure card.
The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2.
As sure as a gun.[277:5]
The Spanish Friar. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2.
This is the porcelain clay of humankind.[277:6]
Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.
I have a soul that like an ample shield
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.[277:7]
Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.
A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.
Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1.
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.[277:8]
Amphitryon. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The true Amphitryon.[277:9]
Amphitryon. Act iv. Sc. 1.
The spectacles of books.
Essay on Dramatic Poetry.
[267:1] Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.—Pope: epistle i. book ii. line 26.
[267:2] See Fuller, page 221.
[267:3] No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.—Aristotle: Problem, sect. 30.
Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ (There is no great genius without a tincture of madness).—Seneca: De Tranquillitate Animi, 15.
What thin partitions sense from thought divide!—Pope: Essay on Man, epistle i. line 226.
[267:4]
Greatnesse on Goodnesse loves to slide, not stand,
And leaves, for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land.
Knolles: History (under a portrait of Mustapha I.)
[268:1] Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.—Joel ii. 28.
[268:2]
Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 661.
[268:3] They always talk who never think.—Prior: Upon a Passage in the Scaligerana.
[268:4]
Grammaticus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes,
Augur, schœnobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit
(Grammarian, orator, geometrician; painter, gymnastic teacher, physician; fortune-teller, rope-dancer, conjurer,—he knew everything).—Juvenal: Satire iii. line 76.
[268:5] A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.—Julius Hare: Guesses at Truth.
A Christian is the highest style of man.—Young: Night Thoughts, night iv. line 788.
[269:1] Furor fit læsa sæpius patientia (An over-taxed patience gives way to fierce anger).—Publius Syrus: Maxim 289.
[269:2] See Spenser, page 28.
[269:3]
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen.
Pope: Essay on Man, epistle ii. line 217.
[269:4] Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat (Whom God wishes to destroy he first deprives of reason). The author of this saying is unknown. Barnes erroneously ascribes it to Euripides.
[269:5] And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.—Goldsmith: The Deserted Village, line 180.
[270:1]
Of manners gentle, of affections mild,
In wit a man, simplicity a child.
Pope: Epitaph on Gay.
[270:2]
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkl'd, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.
Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 600.
[271:1]
Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem,
Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem
(Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virgil claim;
England can either match in Milton's fame).
Selvaggi: Ad Joannem Miltonum.
[272:1] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.
[272:2] This proverb Dryden repeats in Amphitryon, act i. sc. 2.
See Shakespeare, page 106.
[273:1] And love the offender, yet detest the offence.—Pope: Eloisa to Abelard, line 192.
[273:2]
Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère,
Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère.
Boileau: L' Art Poétique, chant 1er.
Formed by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
Pope: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 379.
[273:3]
Serenely full, the epicure would say,
Fate cannot harm me; I have dined to-day.
Sydney Smith: Recipe for Salad.
[274:1] Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted or rare, on the Tuesdays.—Charles Lamb: Christ's Hospital five-and-thirty Years Ago.
[274:2] See Burton, page 191.
[274:3] See Davies, page 176.
[275:1] See Burton, page 193.
[275:2] Fat, fair, and forty.—Scott: St. Ronan's Well, chap. vii.
Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 1816, writes: "Lord —— is going to marry Lady ——, a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing resident of the Crescent."
[275:3] Quos læserunt et oderunt (Whom they have injured they also hate).—Seneca: De Ira, lib. ii. cap. 33.
Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris (It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured).—Tacitus: Agricola, 42.
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