'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 Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Ibid. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, Ibid. 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! It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well! Or whence this secret dread and inward horror 1 Give me. kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation! Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine. Ibid. Ibid. GAY: Fables, Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds. And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Cato. Act v. Sc. 1. I'm weary of conjectures, this must end 'em. From hence, let fierce contending nations know For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.2 Ibid. Act v. Sc. 4. Ibid. A Letter from Italy. Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, The Campaign. Line 219. And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, 1 Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing 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. 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.1 The spacious firmament on high, The Campaign. Last line. And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Soon as the evening shades prevail, Ode. The hand that made us is divine. Should the whole frame of Nature round him break, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, Ibid. Horace. Ode iii. Book iii. In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Much may be said on both sides.8 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, Spectator. No. 68. No. 122. Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes. No. 444. Prologue to The Drummer. 1 He best can paint them who shall feel them most. 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.2 Is she not more than painting can express, Act i. Sc. 1. Act iii. Sc. 1. Act v. Sc. i. 1 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. iii. 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 Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. Birds in their little nests agree; And 't is a shameful sight When children of one family Divine Songs. Song xvi. Fall out, and chide, and fight. How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, From every opening flower! For Satan finds some mischief still In books, or work, or healthful play. I have been there, and still would go; Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Song xvii. Song xx. Ibid. Ibid. Song xxviii. A Cradle Hymn. "T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again.” Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high. The Sluggard. Psalm v. From all who dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise; Psalm cxvii. Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79. |