GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707. Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour? Kite. Oh, a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware: ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one another. The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1. I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly. The Beaux' Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 1. 'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad.1 Necessity, the mother of invention.2 Sc. 2. The Twin Rivals. Act . THOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1717. Still an angel appear to each lover beside, When thy Beauty appears. Remote from man, with God he passed the days; We call it only pretty Fanny's way. The Hermit. Line 5. An Elegy to an Old Beauty. FITZ-GEFFREY: The 1 Leaving his country for his country's sake. Life and Death of Sir Francis Drake, stanza 213 (1596). True patriots all; for, be it understood, We left our country for our country's good. GEORGE BARRINGTON: Prologue written for the open ing of the Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796. New South Wales, p. 152. 2 Art imitates Nature, and necessity is the mother of invention. - RICHARD FRANCK: Northern Memoirs (written in 1658, printed in 1694). Necessity is the mother of invention. -WYCHERLY: Love in a Wood, ict ii. sc. 3 (1672). Magister artis ingenique largitor (Hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention). PERSIUS: Prolog. line 10 Let those love now who never loved before; Let those who always loved, now love the more. BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun.2 Song EDWARD YOUNG. 1684-1765. Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 1. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, Line 18. Line 23. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time Line 55. Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour. Line 67. To waft a feather or to drown a fly. Line 154. Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer. Line 212. Line 390. 1 Written in the time of Julius Cæsar, and by some ascribed to Catullus: Cras amet qui numquam amavit; Quique amavit, cras amet (Let him love to-morrow who never loved before; and he as well who has loved, let him love to-morrow). 2 See Butler, page 215. a See Congreve, page 295. Procrastination is the thief of time. Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 393. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Line 417. Line 424. Night . Line 24. And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell. Line 51. Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. Line 90. "I've lost a day!"-the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.1 Line 99. Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man! Line 112. The spirit walks of every day deceased. Line 180. Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens. Line 292. Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile. "T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, Line 334. And ask them what report they bore to heaven. Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun. How blessings brighten as they take their flight! The chamber where the good man meets his fate Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. Line 376. Line 466. Line 602. Line 633. Line 641. 1 Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus: "Once at supper, reflecting that he had done nothing for any that day, he broke out into that memorable and justly admired saying, 'My friends, I have lost a day!'"- SUETONIUS Lives of the Twelve Caesars. (Translation by Alexander Thomson.) Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.1 Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, Line 81 Line 104. Line 226. Night iv. Line 10 Man makes a death which Nature never made. A Christian is the highest style of man." Line 15. Line 17. Line 71. 8 Line 118. Line 233. Line 676. Line 788. Line 843. Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. Night v. Line 177. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, 1 See Shakespeare, page 143. * See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. Dryden, page 272. 8 Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long. 5 4 See Dryden, page 268. See Dryden, page 270. GOLDSMITH: The llermit, stanza 8. We see time's furrows on another's brow, Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 627, Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.1 While man is growing, life is in decrease; Line 661. Line 717. That life is long which answers life's great end. Line 773. The man of wisdom is the man of years. Line 775. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. Line 1011. Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. And all may Night vi. Line 309. do what has by man been done. The man that blushes is not quite a brute. Line 606. Night vii. Line 496. Too low they build, who build beneath the stars. Prayer ardent opens heaven. A man of pleasure is a man of pains. Night viii. Line 215. To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.* Line 721. Line 793. Line 1045. Night ix. 167 BURNS: To a Mountain Daisy. |