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And while the lamp holds out to burn,
Hymns and Spiritual Sonys. Book i. Hymn 88.
Book ii. Hymn 19. Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
Hymn 63. The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes. There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
So, when a raging fever burns,
Hymn 146. Were I so tall to reach the pole,
Or grasp the ocean with my span,
Horæ Lyricæ. Book ii. False Greatness.
1 I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man. SENECA: On a Happy Life (L'Estrange's Abstract), chap. i.
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul. – Ovid: Metamorphoses, xiii.
SIR ROBERT WALPOLE. 1676–1745.
The balance of power.
Speech, 1741. Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, “All those men have their price.”
Coxe : Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369. Anything but history, for history must be false.
Walpoliana. No. 141. The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favours.?
I have read somewhere or other, — in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I think, – that history is philosophy teaching by examples.
On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2. The dignity of history.
Letter v. It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and in his word.5
Letter to Mr. Pope.
1 "All men have their price” is commonly ascribed to Walpole.
The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefits. — ROCHEFOUCAULD : Maxim 298.
3 Dionysius of Halicarnassus (quoting Thucydides), Ars Rhet. xi. 2, says: “ The contact with manners then is education; and this Thucydides appears to assert when he says history is philosophy learned from examples."
4 HENRY FIELDING : Tom Jones, book xi. chap. ii. HORACE WALPOLE: Advertisement to Letter to Sir Horace Mann. MACAULAY : History of England, vol. i. chap. i.
5 Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
Pore : Esny 011 Man, epistle iv. line 331.
GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678–1707.
Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour ?
Kite. Oh, a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware : ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one another.
The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1. I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.
The Beaux Stratagem. Act iü. Sc. 1. ’T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.'
Sc. 2. Necessity, the mother of invention.2
The Twin Rivals. Act i.
THOMAS PARNELL. 1679–1717.
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
When thy Beauty appears.
The Hermit. Line 5. We call it only pretty Fanny's way.
An Elegy to an Old Beauty.
1 Leaving his country for his country's sake. Fitz-GEFFREY : The Life and Death of Sir Francis Drake, stanza 213 (1596).
True patriots all ; for, be it understood,
ing of the Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16,
1796. New South Wales, p. 152. ? Art imitates Nature, and necessity is the mother of invention. -- RiciiARD FRANCK : Northern Memoirs (written in 1658, printed in 1694).
Necessity is the mother of invention. - WYCHEKLY: Love in a Wood. act üi. sc. 3 (1672).
Magister artis ingenique largitor
PERSIUS : Prolog. line 10.
Let those love now who never loved before;
Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris.1
BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733.
True as the needle to the pole,
EDWARD YOUNG. 1684-1765.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 1. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Line 18. Creation sleeps ! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause, An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Line 23. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Line 55. Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
Line 67. To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
Line 154. Insatiate archer! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Line 212. Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
1 Written in the time of Julius Cæsar, and by some ascribed to Catullus :
Cras amet qui numquam amavit ;
Quique amavit, cras amet (Let him love to-morrow who never loved before ; and he as well who has loved, let him love to-morrow).
2 See Butler, page 215.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 393. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
Line 417. All men think all men mortal but themselves, Line 424. He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
Night ü. Line 24. And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
Line 51. Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed : Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. Line 90 “I've lost a day!” — the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.'
Line 99. Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
Line 112. The spirit walks of every day deceased.
Line 180. Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
Line 292. Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
Line 334. 'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven. Line 376.
Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Line 466. How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
Line 602. The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. Line 633. A death-bed 's a detector of the heart.
1 Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus : "Once at supper, reflecting that he had done nothing for any that day, he broke out into that memorable and justly admired saying, 'My friends, I have lost a day!'” – SUETONIUS: Lives of the Twelve Cæsars. (Translation by Alexander Thomson.)