"Call up thy goodness, Thy mind and man within thee.

Crown thy mind With that's above the world's wealth, joyful suffering. And truly be the master of thyself, Which is the noblest empire; and there stand The thing thou wert ordained and set to govern."—Ibid. p. 562.

"Let your reprehension Run in an easy current, not o'er high, Carried with rashness or devouring choler: But rather use the soft persuading way, Whose powers will work more gently, and compose

The imperfect thoughts you labour to reclaim,

More winning than enforcing the consent."

Ben Jonson. Every Man in his
Humour, vol. 1, p. 48.

"But men of your condition feed on sloth,
As doth the beetle on the dung she breeds in,
Not caring how the metal of your minds
Is eaten with the rust of idleness."

Ibid. p. 61.

"my brain methinks is like an hour-glass,
Wherein my imaginations run like sands
Filling up time; but these are tum'd and
turn'd,

So that I know not what to stay upon,
And less to put in act."—Boid. p. 75.

Critics.

"Dceum nimis, altera, quicquid Componis, pars esse putat; numerosque fluentes

Lenius, et molli pede, ut ipsi molliculi sunt, Nec nisi plana, tolutim et euntia verba requirunt."—Douza, p. 303.

"Wrath holds fast On sin through generations."

Impious Feast. Rob. Landob, p. 37.

"Ourselves change most; yea, all things change below,

Strength, wisdom, beauty, grandeur, riches, fame.

There is but One immutable, whose will Stands unreversed and unperverted, still Above man's thought, yet softening.toward his prayer.

Part of that will it is which hearkens thus Free, yet by love's necessity the same, Most stedfast when the most inclined to us. Truth never stoops, and Wisdom cannot err;

These, if we mark or not, their task fulfil And go right on."—Ibid. p. 39.

"Scattebing distrustful thoughts 'midst

cautious words, And numbering worse men's sins to hide

their own."—Rjid. p. 41.

"Extorted truth has dropt from impious tongues."—B)id. p. 54.

"The wicked have looked farther than the just."—Raid. p. 54.

"Cleave to this promise with all thy inward power, Firmly enclose it in thy remembrance fast, Fold it in thy faith with full hope, day and hour,

And thy salvation it will be at the last."

Bale. God's Promises. Old Plays, vol. 1, p. 13.

"Ruthful remembrance is yet raw in mind."

Ferrexand Porrex. Rjid. p. 128.

Committing new crimes in the hope of averting punishment:

"E per mono temer, piii reo si rende."

Maggi, vol. 1, p. 9.

"Pebche il rimorso duole, e no'l peccato
Smorza quel duolo, e sanita non cura;
Contro alia punta onde verria sanato,
Col callo del costume il senso indura."

Ibid. vol. 2, p. 9.

"Cm ata nel mondo, c pur vaol pace interna

Voglia il solo voler di chi il govern a."

Ibid. p. 12.

Motto.

"Non e chiuso sentier, che meni all'ombra
Dell'amate foreste di Parnaso,
Che a lui fowe nascosto: e non e calle.
Che sorga a pari rivi d'Ippocrene,
Che a lui non fosse aperto."

Ciiiabbeba. T.2, p. 175.

"The h (i.e. humid) air shall mix

her solemn tunes With thy sad words."

Be* Johsow, vol. 2, p. 237.
Oynthidt Revels.

"But such is the perrerseness of our nature,
That if we once but fancy levity,
How antic and ridiculous soe'er
It suit with us, yet will our muffled thought
Choose rather not to see it, than avoid it:
And if we can but banish our own sense,
We act our mimic tricks with that free
license,

That lust, that pleasure, that security,
As if we practised in a paste-board case,
And no one saw the motion, but the motion."

R>id. p. 252.

"Mew speak ill of thee: so they be ill men, If they spake worse, 'twere better; for of such

To be dispraised, is the most perfect praise. What can his censure hurt me, whom the world

Hath censured vile before me!"

Ibid. p. 281.

"Years are beneath the spheres; and time

makes weak Things under heaven, not powers which

govern heaven." Ibid. p. 375.

"Tub rest of greatness princes may command,

And therefore may neglect; only a long,

A lasting, high and happy memory,
They should, without being satisfied, pursue.
Contempt of fame begets contempt of vir-
tue." B)id. Sejamu, vol. 3, p. 36.

tt The way to put
A prince in blood, is to present the shapes
Of dangers greater than they are, like late
Or early shadows; and sometimes to feign
Where there are none, only to make him fear;
His fear will make him cruel."

Ibid. p. 55.

u Tor equal gods Whose justice not a world of wolf-turned men

Shall make me to accuse, howe'er provoked." Ibid. p. 72.

"Nessuno e reo,
Sc basta a'falli sui
Per difesa portar l'esempio oltrui."

Metastasio, vol. 1, p. 17.
Artaterse.

"Ordisa in guisa
Gli umani eventi il Ciel, che tutti a tutti
Siam necessarj; e il piu felice spesso
Nel piii misero trova
Che sperar, che temer."

n>id. p. 181. Adriano.

"Poco c funesta
L'altrui fortuna,
Quando non resta
Rogione alcuna
Ne di pentirsi, ne d'arrosser."

Bjid. p. 195.

Lei-idcs.

"Arts, Arrantius? None but the plain and passive fortitude, To suffer and be silent; never stretch These arms against the torrent; live at home

With my own thoughts, and innocence about me,

Not tempting the wolves'jaws: these are my arts."—Ben Jonson. Srjamu, p. 104.

"What a wild muster's here of attributes T express a worm,—a snake."—Ibid. p. 115.

Said of the serpent which came out of his statue,—but applicable to adulatory epithets of dignity.

"It is a note Of upstart greatness, to observe and watch For these poor trifles, which the noble mind Neglects and scorns.

— Aye, and they think themselves Deeply dishonoured where they are omitted, (As if they were necessities that helped To the perfection of their dignities,) And hate the men that but refrain them."

Ibid. p. 137.

"Beauty, wit, and grace, The elements of active delicacy, Those all-eye-pleasing harmonies of sight Which do enchant men's fancies, and stir up The life blood of dull earth."

Machin's Dumb Knight.

Old Play, vol. 4, p. 383.

"Ate! well done! Promises are no fetters: with that tongue Thy promise past, unpromise it again. Wherefore has man a tongue of power to speak,

But to speak still to his own private purpose? Beasts utter but one sound; but men have change [them, Of speech, and reason, even by nature given Now to say one thing, and another now, As best may serve their profitable ends." Cuapman. All Fools.

Old Play, vol. 4. p. 129.

"Believe it, sir, That clothes do much upon the wit, as weather

Does on the brain: and thence, sir, comes your proverb, [perience The tailor makes the man. I speak by exOf my own customers. I have had gallants Both court and country, would have fool'd you up

In a new suit, with the best wits in being, And kept their speed as long as their clothes lasted

Handsome and neat; but then as they grew out

At the elbows again, or had a stain or spot, They have sunk most wretchedly."

"I Wondeb gentlemen And men of means will not maintain themselves [highest: Fresher in wit, I mean in clothes, to the For he that's out of clothes is out of fashion, And out of fashion is out of countenance, And out of countenance is out of wit."

Ben Jonson. Staple of Newt, vol.5, pp. 177-8.

A Bich piece of French eloquence. The night after the battle of Toulouse.—" Le silence, muet dc sa nature, n'y parlait pas, mais il poussait des gemissemens confus qui pereaient l'ame." — Precis Historique de la Battaile, part 3, p. 156.

"Good Master Picklock, with your worming brain

And wriggling engine-head of maintenance, Which I shall see you hole with very shortly. A fine round head, when those two lugs To trundle through a pillory." [are ofl", Ben Jonson. Staple of Neivs, vol. 5, p. 298.

"A Poob affrighted And guilty race of men, that dare to stand No breath of truth, but conscious to themselves

Of their no-wit or honesty, ran routed
At every panic terror themselves bred,
Where else as confident as sounding brass,
Their tinkling captain, Cymbal, and the rest
Dare put on any visor to deride
The wretched, or with buffoon license, jest
At whatsoe'er is serious, if not sacred."

Ibid. p. 307.

"— The Hours, That open-handed sit upon the clouds, And press the liberality of Heaven, Down to the laps of thankful men."

Ibid. New Inn, p. 347.

True Valour.

"It is the greatest virtue, and tbe safety
Of all mankind; the object of it is danger.
A certain mean 'twixt fear and confidence.
No inconsiderate rashness, or vain appetite
Of false encountering formidable things,
But a true science of distinguishing
What's good or evil. It springs out of reason
And tends to perfect honesty; the scope-
Is always honour, and the public good,
It is no valour for a private cause."

Ibid. p. 412.

"Fear to do base unworthy things is valour;

If they be done to us, to suffer them

Is valour too." Ibid.

"I Never thought an angry person valiant. Virtue is never aided by a vice. What need is there of anger and of tumult, When reason can do the same things, and more." Ibid. p. 413.

"The things true valour's exercised about Are poverty, restraint, captivity, Banishment, loss of children, long disease; The least is death. Here valour is beheld, Properly seen; about these it is present; Not trivial things which but require our confidence." Ibid. p. 414.

"And as all knowledge when it is removed
And separate from justice, is called craft,
Rather than wisdom; so a mind affecting
Or undertaking dangers for ambition,
Or any self-pretext, not for the public,
Deserves the name of daring, not of valour.
And over-daring is as great a vice
As over-fearing.

— Yes, and often greater."

Ibid. p. 415.

"How most ridiculous quarrels are all these! Notes of a queasy and sick stomach, labouring With want of a true injury."—Ibid. p. 417.

"Be watchful; have as many eyes as
Heaven,
And ears as harvest."

Albumazar. Old Play,
vol. 7, p. 111.

"Kost modesty."—Ibid. p. 113.

This is in Albumazar's impudent mouth, and said of himself; but for bashfulness it is the prettiest of epithets.

Condition of man.

"A baser state than what was first as-
sign'd;

Whereon (to curb the too-aspiring
mind),

The better things were lost, the worst were left behind."—Ph. Fletcher. C. 2.

"The Sun with gentle beams his rage disguises,

And, like aspiring tyrants, temporises, Never to be endured, but when he falls or rises." Ibid. C. 3.

"Would God I then had chanced this life to leave, [did give;

The tomb straight taking what the womb Then always buried, changing but tbe grave, I had not lived to die, but died to live." Lord Sterune. Crasus, p. 40.

One of Alexander's victories. "Unburied bodies buried all the fields."

Ibid. Darius, p. 69.

"Love hath larger scopes, New joys, new pleasures, of as fresh a date As are his minutes; and in him no hopes Are pure, but those he can perpetuate."

Ben Jonson, vol. 8, p. 91.
Loves Triumph.

"For good men but see death; the wicked taste it."—Ibid. p. 195. Epigrams.

"Aqueixa Ciudad, que en siete
Montes es hydra de piedra
Pues siete cabezas tiene."

Calderon, El Mugico prodigioso.

"Retraxe al oido todos
Mis sentidos juntamente." Ibid.

"El sol cayendo vaya
A sepal tarse en las ondas,
Que entre obscuras nubes pardas
Al gran cadaver de oro
Son monumentoa de plata."—Ibid.

"C'btait l'heure ou l'incertitude de la lumiere rend a l'imagination son vague empire, l'heure ou la reverie la remet en possession de tout ce que lui dtait la rcalite; ou le present disparait, ou l'avenir et le passe" semblent sortir des tendbres."—CcsTink, vol. 2, p. 338.

"The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
As some soft chime had stroked1 the air;
And though the sound were parted thence,
Still left an echo in the sense."

Ben Jonson, vol. 9, p. 70.

"All nobility But pride, that schism of incivility, She had, and it became her."

Ibid. p. 78.

Oltmpia says of Bireno, "Io credea e credo, e creder credo il vero, Ch' amasse ed ami me con cor sincera."

Abiosto, C. 9, st. 23.

"Fob my life, My sorrow is I have kept it so long well, With bringing it up unto so ill an end. I might have gently lost it in my cradle, Before my nerves and ligaments grew strong To bind it faster to me."

Massinger, OU Law, p. 472.

In what an execrable feeling was this written by Montrevil. "Quand je seray tout prest d'avoir les yeux couvers

De l'ombre et de l'horreur d'une nuit eternelle,

Plut aux dieux dcvant moy voir perir l'univers 1

Que ma mort me sembleroit belle 1 J'aurois en expirant un plaisir sans pareil;

1 Southey has here inserted with two queries —charm ?—struck ?—J. W. W.

Et comme en me couchant je souffle ma
chandelle,

Je voudrois en mourant eteindre le soleil."
Recueil, &c vol. 4, p. 271.

"Mal est garde ce que garde la crainte."

Passerat, &c. vol. 2, p. 111.

"O Thou soft natural death, that art joint twin [comet To sweetest slumber! no rough-bearded Stares on thy mild departure; the dull owl Beats not against thy casement; the hoarse wolf

Scents not thy carrion 1 Pity winds thy corse, Whilst horror waits on princes."

Webster, vol. 1, p. 129.

"I Do love these ancient ruins; We never tread upon them, but we set Our foot upon some reverend history, And questionless. Here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie interr'd Who loved the church so well, and gave so

largely to it: [bones They thought it should have canopied their Till doomsday. But all things have their

end, [like to men,

Churches and cities, which have diseases Must have like death that we have."

Ibid. vol. 1, p. 306.

"For it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the

worth [lost, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and Why then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show While it was ours." [us Much Ado about Nothing. act iv. sc. i.

"The fineness of our metal is not found In fortune's love; for then the bold and coward,

The wise and fool, the artist and unread, The hard and soft seem all affin'd and kin: But in the wind and tempest of her frown,