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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
The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225.
Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20 (translated by Tate and
Stonestreet, edited by Garth). For all their luxury was doing good. Claremont Line 149.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love,
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 ;
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
Richard III. (altered), Act iii. Sc. 1
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
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.
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,
Cato. Act i. Sc. I.
Ibid. 'T is not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius, we 'll deserve it.
Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.
1 See Swift, page 292.
Graced as thou art with all the power of words,
So known, so honoured at the House of Lords. 8 Lady Elizabeth Hastings.
'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
Plato, thou reasonest well!
1 Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation !
and other Birds.
And intimates eternity to man.
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
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