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,
But still be a woman to you.

When thy Beauty appears.

Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

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
Venter

(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.
Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris.1

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,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Creation sleeps! 'Tis as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause, -
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

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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.

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.

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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;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

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Night . Line 24.

And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

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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
Is privileg'd beyond the common walk

Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

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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
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!

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.

The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm.

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Line 104.

Line 226.

Night iv. Line 10

Man makes a death which Nature never made.
And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
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."

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Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
By night an atheist half believes a God.

Night v. Line 177.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven. Line 600

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,
And death intrench'd, preparing his assault;
How few themselves in that just mirror see!

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;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.3

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That life is long which answers life's great end. Line 773.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Line 1011.

Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.

Each man makes his own stature, builds himself.
Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids;

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.*

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Night ix. 167

BURNS: To a Mountain Daisy.