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"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
"But men of your condition feed on sloth,
Ibid. p. 61.
"my brain methinks is like an hour-glass,
So that I know not what to stay upon,
"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
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.
"Non e chiuso sentier, che meni all'ombra
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.
"But such is the perrerseness of our nature,
That lust, that pleasure, that security,
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,
tt The way to put
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,
Metastasio, vol. 1, p. 17.
"Ordisa in guisa
n>id. p. 181. Adriano.
"Poco c funesta
Bjid. p. 195.
"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
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.
"It is the greatest virtue, and tbe safety
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
— 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
Albumazar. Old Play,
"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-
Whereon (to curb the too-aspiring
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.
"For good men but see death; the wicked taste it."—Ibid. p. 195. Epigrams.
"Aqueixa Ciudad, que en siete
Calderon, El Mugico prodigioso.
"Retraxe al oido todos
"El sol cayendo vaya
"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,
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
Je voudrois en mourant eteindre le soleil."
"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,