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'T's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.
Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.
Ibid. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex.
Ibid. My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ?
Act ii. Sc. 1. Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us ! Ibid. A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Ibid. The woman that deliberates is lost.
Act iv. Sc. 1. Curse all his virtues ! they've undone his country. Sc. 4.
What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country! Ibid. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.'
Ibid. It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? ”T is the divinity that stirs within us; 'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
1 Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
and other Birds.
And intimates eternity to man.
Cato. Act v. Sc. 1.
Ibid. For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.?
A Letter from Italy. Unbounded courage and compassion join'l, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete.
The Campaign. Line 219. And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.8 Line 291.
i Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and fourishing in an immortal youth. — Isaac BARROW (1630-1677): Duty of Thanksgiving, Works, vol. i. p. 66.
2 Malone states that this was the first time the phrase "classic ground," since so common, was ever used.
3 This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the “ Dunciad," book iii. line 264.
And those that paint them truest praise them most.
The Campaign. Last line. The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.
up the wondrous tale,
Ibid. Should the whole frame of Nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.
Horace. Ode iii. Book üi. In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou ’rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.?
Spectator. No. 68. Much may be said on both sides.3
No. 122. The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye.
No. 444. Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes.
Prologue to The Drummer.
1 He best can paint them who shall feel them most. - POPE: Eloisa to Abelard, last line.
2 A translation of Martial, xii. 47, who imitated Ovid, Amores iii. 11, 39.
3 Much may be said on both sides. -FIELDING: The Covent Garden Tragedy, act i. sc. 8.
NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.
As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,
The Fair Penitent. Prologue. At length the morn and cold indifference came.?
Act i. Sc. 1. Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love ? Act iii. Sc. 1. Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario ? Act r. Sc. i.
ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748.
Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see !
For all his gifts to me ? Divine Songs. Song iv.
And lies to hide it, makes it two.8 Song xv.
For God hath made them so;
I None think the great unhappy, but the great. - Young : The Love of Fame, satire 1, line 238.
2 But with the morning cool reflection came. – Scott: Chronicles of the Canongate, chap. iv.
Scott also quotes it in his notes to "The Monastery," chap. iij. note 11; and with “calm” substituted for “cool” in “ The Antiquary," chap. v.; and with “repentance" for “reflection” in “ Rob Roy," chap. xii.
3 See Herbert, page 205.
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise ;
To tear each other's eyes. Divine Songs. Song xvi.
And 't is a shameful sight
Improve each shining hour,
Ibid. I have been there, and still would go ; "T is like a little heaven below.
Holy angels guard thy bed !
Cradle Hymn. 'T is the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain, “You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again.”
The Sluggard. Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high.
Psalm v. From all who dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue.
Psalm cærii. Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79.