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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. 'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
Sc. 2. Necessity, the mother of invention.2
The Tuin Rivals. Act 3.
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
When thy Beauty appears.
The Hermit. Line 5.
An Elegy to an Old Beauty.
1 Leaving his country for his country's sake. – Fitz-GEFFREY: The Life and Death of Sir Francis Drake, stanza 213 (1596).
True patriots all ; for, be it understood,
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. — RicilIRD FRANCK : Northern Memoirs (written in 1658, printed in 1694).
Necessity is the mother of invention. – WYCHELLY: Love in a Wood,
ict üi. sc. 3 (1672).
Magister artis ingenique largitor
Persius : Prolog. line 10
Let those love now who never loved before;
Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris. 1
BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733.
True as the needle to the pole,
EDWARD YOUNG. 1684–1765. Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
Night Thoughts. Night į Line 1. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Line 18. Creation sleeps ! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause, An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Line 23. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
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; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Line 212. Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer. 3
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.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 393.
Line 424. He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
Night ü. 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."
Lh, how unjust to Nature and himself
Thoughts shut up want air,
The chamber where the good man meets his fate
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 Cæsars. (Translation by Alexander Thomson.)
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;
Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 63
Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!
Line 82 Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.? Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight, a naked human heart.
Line 226. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm.
Night iv. Line 10 Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one. Line 17 Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. Man wants but little, nor that little long. A God all mercy is a God unjust. 'Tis impious in a good man to be sad. A Christian is the highest style of man." Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. By night an atheist half believes a God. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhald and went to heaven. Line 600
Night v. Line 177.
1 See Shakespeare, page 143.
8 Man wants but little here below,
GOLDSMITH : The llermit, stanza 8. 4 See Dryden, page 268. 6 See Dryden, page 270.
We see time's furrows on another's brow,
Night Thoughts. Night o. Line 627.
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. Line 661, While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun.” Line 717. That life is long which answers life's great end. Line 773. The man of wisdom is the man of years.
Each man makes his own stature, builds himself.
Night vi. Line 309. And all may do what has by man been done. Line 606. The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Night vii. Line 496. Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.
Night viii, Line 215. Prayer ardent
heaven. A man of pleasure is a man of pains. To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. Line 1045.
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation..
Night ix. 167
1 See Dryden page 268.
4 Stern Ruin's ploughsbare drives elate
BURNS : To a Mountain Daisy.