First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't; And it stings you for your pains; 'Tis the same with common natures: And the rogues obey you well. Verses written on a window in Scotland. THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740. Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high Line 45. The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.2 Line 81. 1 The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:— Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't ; And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't. The Examiner, May 31, 1823. 2 He who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them to live. - MONTAIGNE: Essays, book i. chap. ix. I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to live; The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid. To a Lady with a Present of Flowers. I hear a voice you cannot hear, Colin and Lucy. SAMUEL MADDEN. 1687-1765. Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just, Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind. Boulter's Monument. Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.1 Ibid. ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744. Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things and I will show you in a very short time how to die. Speculum, p. 903. Teach him how to live, -SANDYS: Anglorum And, oh still harder lesson! how to die. PORTEUS: Death, line 316. He taught them how to live and how to die. -SOMERVILLE: In Memory of the Rev. Mr. Moore. 1 See Herbert, page 206. 2 See Milton, page 223. There is no theme more plentiful to scan DU BARTAS: Days and Weeks, third day. Together let us beat this ample field, Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 9. Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, Line 13. Say first, of God above or man below, Line 17. Line 60. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, Line 77. Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Line 83. Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, Line 87. Line 95. Epistle i. Line 99. In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; 1 See Milton, page 242. Line 111. 2 Thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy. - PASCAL: Thoughts, chap. v. 2. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Aspiring to be angels, men rebel. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 123. Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; Line 139. Feels at each thread, and lives along the line." Line 217. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All partial evil, universal good; Line 267. Line 271. Line 277. And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, Line 289. 1 All the parts of the universe I have an interest in the earth serves me to walk upon; the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me.-MONTAIGNE: Apology for Raimond Sebond. 2 See Sir John Davies, page 176. 8 See Dryden, page 267. 4 There is no great and no small. — EMERSON: Epigraph to History. 5 See Dryden, page 276. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 1. Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Line 13. Line 63. Line 101. Line 107. And hence one master-passion in the breast, Line 131. Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength. Line 135. Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use. Line 205. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, Line 217. 1 La vray science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme (The true science and the true study of man is man). - CHARRON: De la Sagesse, lib. i. chap. 1. Trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers. Phædrus. - PLATO: 2 What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe. PASCAL: Thoughts, chap. x. 8 See Dryden, page 269. |