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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.
Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.?

The Maiden Queen Act i. Sc.2.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Burn daylight

Act ii. Sc. 1.

I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.?

Act iii. Sc. 1. But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.

The Tempest. Prologuo. 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.

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?

Act iii. Sc. 1. Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead. Epilogue.


1 See Burton, page 193.
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."

8 Quos læserunt et oderunt (Whom they have injured they also hate). – SESECA : De Tra, 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. 4.

Chi fa ingi aria non perdona mai (He never pardons those he injures). — Italian Proper 2.

Death in itself is nothing ; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.

Aurenyzebe. Act iv. Sc. I
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; 1
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give. Ibid
"T is not for nothing that we life pursue;
It pays our hopes with something still that's new. joid
All delays are dangerous in war.

Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. I Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.

Act ir. Sc. 1 Whatever is, is in its causes just.?

Edipus. Act iii. Sc. I. His hair just grizzled, As in a green old age.8

Ibid. 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. Act it. Sc. 1. She, though in fuli-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.


1 There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius MACAULAY: History of England, chap. xviii.

2 Whatever is, is right. – POPE: Essay on Man, epistle i. line 289.

8 A green old age unconscious of decay. – Pope : The Iliad, book zxiii. line 929.

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

The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Lord of humankind.2

Ibid Bless the hand that gave the blow.3

Ibid. Second thoughts, they say, are best.*

Actii. Sc. 2.

He's a sure card.


As sure as a gun.'

Act ii. Sc. 2



his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. Act v. Sc. 2. This is the porcelain clay of humankind.

Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1. I ha ve a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more.?

Ibid. A krock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.

Amphitryon, Act i. Sc. 1. Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.8 The true Amphitryon. The spectacles of books.

Essay on Dramatic Poetry.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

1 There is a pleasure in poetic pains.
Which only poets know.

COWPER : The Timepiece, line 285. Lords of humankind. — GOLDSMITH: The Traveller, line 327. • Adore the hand that gives the blow. – Pomfret: Verses to his Frienl.

Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest. - EURIPIDES : Hippotytus, 438.

6 See Butler, page 211. • The precious porcelain of human clay. – Byron: Dun Juan, canto io. starza ul. 7 Give ample room and verge enough.

GRAY: The Bard, ii. 1. • Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. — Blair : The Grave, line 88.

9 Le véritable Amphitryon

Est l'Amphitryon où l'on dine
(The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine).

MOLIÈRE : Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5. 278



Remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

Essay on Translated Verse. Line 87. And choose an author as you choose a friend. Line 96. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

Line 113 The multitude is always in the wrong.

Line 184. My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me at my end. Translation of Dies Ira.

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Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him, all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !

Morning and Evening Hymn.

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Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.1

Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Lord Raymond, 911.

ISAAC NEWTON. 1642-1727. I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.? Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ü. Chap. zzrii


i See Coke, page 24.

2 See Milton, page 241.


Angels listen when she speaks :

She's my delight, all mankind's wonder;
But my jealous heart would break
Should we live one day asunder.

Here lies our sovereign lord the king,

Whose word no man relies on;
He never says a foolish thing,
Nor ever does a wise one.

Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles li. And ever since the Conquest have been fool

Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country. For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse. I

An allusion to Horace, Salire x. Book 1. A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. On the King It is a very good world to live in, To lend, or to spend, or to give in; But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own, It is the very worst world that ever was known.?


SHIRE. 1649–1720.

Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

Essay on Poetry.
There's no such thing in Nature; and you 'll draw
A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.8 Ibid.

1 Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd muse ! – GOLDSMITH: Re daliation. Postscript. . These last four lines are attributed to Rochester. See Suckling, page 257.

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