We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine, Wit, eloquence, and poetry; Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine. On the Death of Mr. William Harvey. His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might On the Death of Crashaw.. The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, From Anacreon, ii. Drinking.. Fill all the glasses there, for why 1 For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, Ibid. POPE: Essay on Man, epilogue iii. line 303.. A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; Hope, of all ills that men endure, 'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, From Anacreon, vii. Gold. The Mistress. For Hope. The Waiting Maid. Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, When Israel was from bondage led, The great sea beheld and fled. Davideis. Book i. Line 25. An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, The monster London laugh at me. Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, The fairest garden in her looks, Line 41 Book ii. Line 95. Of Solitude, xi, Ibid. vii. The Garden, i God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. 8 Ibid. ii. 1 One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now. -SOUTHEY: The Doctor, chap. xxv. p. 1. 2 Loose his beard and hoary hair * See Bacon, page 167. GRAY: The Bard, i. 2 Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Horace. Book iii. Ode 1. Charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name.1 Virgil, Georgics. Book ii. Line 72. Words that weep and tears that speak.2 The Prophet. We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before. Discourse concerning the Government of Oliver Cromwell. Thus would I double my life's fading space; For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.3 Discourse xi. Of Myself. St. xi. RALPH VENNING. 1620(?)-1673. All the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep.4 They spare the rod, and spoyle the child." Mysteries and Revelations, p. 5. (1649.) 2 Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. - GRAY: Progress of Poesy, iii. 3, 4. 3 For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and ev'n the past enjoy. POPE: Imitation of Martial. 4 Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep. HENRY: Commentaries. Genesis iii. See Skelton, page 8. In busy companies of men. Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. The Garden. (Translated.) The world in all doth but two nations bear, The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere. Ibid. Man's life is like unto a winter's day,- Hora Sucissive (1631). HENRY VAUGHAN. 1621-1695. But felt through all this fleshly dress I see them walking in an air of glory 1 Bishop of Peterborough, 1663. The Retreat My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, They are all gone. Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Ibid. So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch Ibid. The Seed growing secretly. ALGERNON SIDNEY. 1622-1683. Manus haec inimica tyrannis Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem.1 From the Life and Memoirs of Algernon Sidney. Liars ought to have good memories. Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xv. Men lived like fishes; the great ones devoured the small. Sect. xviii. 1 His father writes to him, Aug. 30, 1660: "It is said that the University of Copenhagen brought their album unto you, desiring you to write something; and that you did scribere in albo these words." It is said that the first line is to be found in a patent granted in 1616 by Camden (Clarencieux). Notes and Queries, March 10, 1866. 2 He who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying. MONTAIGNE: Book i. chap. ix. Of Liars. 8 See Shakespeare, page 161. |