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. Act iv. Sc. 1. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.1 Burn daylight. The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc-2. Act ii. Sc. 1. I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.2 But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Act iii. Sc. 1. The Tempest. Prologue. I am as free as Nature first made man, The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1. Forgiveness to the injured does belong; What precious drops are those 8 Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. Which silently each other's track pursue, Act iii. Sc. 1. Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; 1 See Burton, page 193. 2 Fat, fair, and forty.-SCOTT: St. Ronan's Well, chap. vii. Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 1816, writes: "Lord to marry Lady Crescent." Epilogue. is going a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing resident of the 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. 4. Chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai (He never pardons those he injures). -— Italian Proverb. Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where. When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Pains of love be sweeter far Ibid Ibid Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1 Act ir. Sc. 1 Whatever is, is in its causes just.2 As in a green old age.3 His hair just grizzled, Edipus. Act iii. Sc. 1. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1 Ibid. 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 xxiii. line 929. There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know.1 Act v. Sc. 2. Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1. I have a soul that like an ample shield A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow. Ibid. Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1. COWPER The Timepiece, line 285. 2 Lords of humankind. - GOLDSMITH: The Traveller, line 327. Adore the hand that gives the blow. - POMFRET: Verses to his Friend?. Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest.- EURIPIDES: Hippolytus, 438. 5 See Butler, page 211. The precious porcelain of human clay. BYRON : Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 11. 7 Give ample room and verge enough. · Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. GRAY: The Bard, ii. 1. BLAIR: The Grave, line 88. 9 Le véritable Amphitryon (The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine). MOLIÈRE: Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5. 278 ROSCOMMON. KEN.-POWELL.-NEWTON. EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633-1684. Remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. And choose an author as you choose a friend. Line 96. Line 113. Line 184. Translation of Dies Ira. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise Him, all creatures here below! 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.2 Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap. xxvii. 2 See Milton, page 241. 1 See Coke, page 24. EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680. 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, He never says a foolish thing, Nor ever does a wise one. Song. Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles Ii. And ever since the Conquest have been fools. Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country. For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, An allusion to Horace, Satire x. Book 1. A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. 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, On the King. SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM SHIRE. 1649-1720. Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Essay on Poetry. There's no such thing in Nature; and you'll draw 1 Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd muse ! SMITH: Retaliation. Postscript. These last four lines are attributed to Rochester. 3 See Suckling, page 257. Ibid. GOLD |