"CHI sta nel mondo, e pur vaol pace in terna Voglia il solo voler di chi il governa.” Ibid. P. 12. MOTTO. "Non è chiuso sentier, che meni all'ombra Dell'amate foreste di Parnaso, Che a lui fosse nascosto: e non è calle. CHIABRERA. T. 2, p. 175. "THE humourous (i.e. humid) air shall mix her solemn tunes With thy sad words." BEN JONSON, vol. 2, p. 237. Cynthia's Revels. "BUT such is the perverseness of our nature, That lust, that pleasure, that security, "MEN 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. "THE rest of greatness princes may command, And therefore may neglect; only a long, out "WHAT a wild muster's here of attributes | Handsome and neat; but then as they grew 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, The life blood of dull earth." MACHIN'S Dumb Knight. Old Play, vol. 4, p. 383. "AYE! 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 Of speech, and reason, even by nature given Does on the brain: and thence, sir, comes In a new suit, with the best wits in being, And kept their speed as long as their clothes lasted At the elbows again, or had a stain or spot, They have sunk most wretchedly." “I WONDER 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 News, vol. 5, pp. 177-8. A RICH piece of French eloquence. The night after the battle of Toulouse.—“ Le silence, muet de sa nature, n'y parlait pas, mais il poussait des gemissemens confus qui perçaient l'âme."— 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 off, BEN JONSON. Staple of News, vol. 5, p. 298. "A POOR affrighted UU TRUE Valour. "It is the greatest virtue, and the safety Ibid. "I NEVER thought an angry person valiant. "THE things true valour's exercised about "AND as all knowledge when it is removed Yes, and often greater." "BE watchful; have as many eyes as Heaven, And ears as harvest." Albumazar. Old Play, vol. 7, p. 111. "EL sol cayendo vaya A sepultarse en las ondas, Que entre obscuras nubes pardas Son monumentos de plata."—Ibid. "C'ÉTAIT l'heure où l'incertitude de la lumière rend à l'imagination son vague empire, l'heure où la réverie la remet en possession de tout ce que lui ôtait la réalité; où le présent disparaît, où l'avenir et le passé semblent sortir des ténébres."-CusTINE, 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. OLYMPIA says of Bireno, "Io credea e credo, e creder credo il vero, Ch' amasse ed ami me con cor sincera." ARIOSTO, c. 9, st. 23. "For my life, My sorrow is I have kept it so long well, MASSINGER, Old 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, Plût aux dieux devant moy voir perir l'univers! Que ma mort me sembleroit belle! J'aurois en expirant un plaisir sans pareil; 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 éteindre le soleil." RECUEIL, &c. vol. 4, p. 271. "MAL est gardé 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! 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. |