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Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2. Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. Act v. Sc. 1 Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.? Letter to Cobham

SAMUEL GARTH.3 1670–1719.

To die is landing on some silent shore
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.

The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225.
I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.*

Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20 (translated by Tate and

Stonestreet, edited by Garth). For all their luxury was doing good. Claremont Line 149.

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So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love,
And thus the soldier arm'd with resolution
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.

Richard III. (altered). Act ii. Sc. 1. Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on. Act iii. Sc. 1.

1 See Shakespeare, page 72.

? Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer. – Young : Night Thoughts, night i. line 390.

8 Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy ;
Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.
CHRISTOPHER CODRINGTON: Lines addressed to Garth

on his Dispensary. 4 I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue. — PETRARCH: Sonnet ccrxv. canzone cxi. To Laura in Life.

See Shakespeare, page 60. 6 And learn the luxury of doing good. — Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 22. CRABBE : Tales of the Hall, buok üi. Graves : The Epicure.

The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it."

Richard III. (altered), Act iii. Sc. 1
I've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes.
Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me,
Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes :
I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.

Act it. Sc. & Off with his head! so much for Buckingham ! Ibid. And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.

Act v. Sc. 3. With clink of hammers closing rivets up."

Ibid. Perish that thought! No, never be it said That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard. Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain! Conscience, avaunt ! Richard's himself again! Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse ! away! My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.

Ibid. A weak invention of the enemy.8

Jbid. As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.

Love's Last Shift. Act ii, We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman, — scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.

Act iv. Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they're ended.

Prologue to the Double Gallant. Possession is eleven points in the law. Woman's Wit. Act i. Words are but empty thanks. This business will never hold water.

She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not. Act in

Acte

1 See Sir Thomas Browne, page 219. 8 See Shakespeare, page 98.

2 See Shakespeare, page 92. • See Congreve, page 294.

The Rival Fools. Act i.

Losers must have leave to speak.
Stolen sweets are best.
The will for the deed.?

Ibid

Act ii.

Within one of her.

Actu. I don't see it.

The Careless Husband. Act ü. Sc. 2. Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks, And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.

SIR RICHARD STEELE. 1671-1729.

Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour ; to love her was a liberal education.3

Tatier. No. 49, Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously virtuous.

Spectator. No. 266.

JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672–1719.

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato and of Rome.

Cato. Act i. Sc. I.
Thy steady temper, Portius,
Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar,
In the calm lights of mild philosophy.

Ibid. 'T is not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius, we 'll deserve it.

Sc. 2.

Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.

Sc. $

1 See Swift, page 292.
A parody on Pope's lines :-

Graced as thou art with all the power of words,

So known, so honoured at the House of Lords. 8 Lady Elizabeth Hastings.

Ibid.

Ibid.

'T's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.

Cato. Act i. Sc. 4 Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex.

Ibid My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ?

Act i. Sc. 1. Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us ! A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

Ibid. The woman that deliberates is lost.

Act ic. Sc. 1. Curse all his virtues ! they've undone his country. Sc. 4.

What a pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country! Ibid.
When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
The post of honour is a private station.
It must be so,

Plato, thou reasonest well!
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality ?
Or whence this secret dread and inward horror
Of falling into naaght? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction ?
'T is the divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,

Ibid

1 Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,

A mind serene for contemplation !
Title and profit I resign ;
The post of honour shall be mine.
Gay: Fables, Part ü. The Vulure, the Sparrow

and other Birds.

Ibia

And intimates eternity to man.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

Cato. Act v. 8c. 1 I'm

weary of conjectures, — this must end 'em. Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me : This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years ; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man. Act v. Sc. 4 From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow.

Ibid For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.?

A Letter from Italy Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete.

The Campaign. Line 219. And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.8

Line 291.

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Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flour. ishing in an immortal youth. · Isaac BARROW (1630-1677): Duty of Thanksgiving, Works, vol. i. p. 66.

? Malone states that this was the first time the phrase "classic ground," since so common, was ever used.

. This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the “ Dunciad." book üïi. line 264

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