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their vices and follies.* The great enemy of mankind, notwithstanding his wit and angelic features, is the most odious being in the whole creation.
SIR R. BLACKMORE. Quoted Spect., No. VI. ALL false practices and affectations of knowledge are more odious to God, and deserve to be so to men, than
want or defect of knowledge can be.
JOHN WILSON. “THE great art to learn much,” says Locke, “is to undertake a little at a time.”
SOME people will never learn anything, for this reason, that they understand everything too soon.
Hudibras, Part II., Canto 3.
Ibid., Part II., Canto 3.
* To compliment vice is but one remove from worshipping the devil.
COLLIER. On the Stage.
G. HERBERT. + The abuse of any advantage is much more uncreditable than the want of it.
COLLIER. Essays, Honesty.
TO A LADY SINGING A SONG OF HIS COMPOSING.
When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought,
Of my own teaching, I am caught.
Which in the shaft that made him die
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
Narcissus' loud complaints return'd,
POETRY AND POETS,
POETRY is musick in words : and musick is poetry in sound : both excellent sauce, but they have lived and died poore, that made them their meat.
DRYDEN. Essay on Satire.
Thither thou know'st the world is best inclined,
Where luring Parnass most its sweet imparts;
FAIRFAX. Tasso. Jerusalem Delivered, Book I.
Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,
Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure :
A POET's mind should be clear and unsullied; and the Muses being virgins, their performances should agree with their condition.
COLLIER. Essay on the Immorality of the Stage.
And hills and valley he has view'd:
Have come to him in solitude.
From common things, that round us lie
Some random truths he can impart:
Ay, in those days the Muses were nigh cloy'd
A verse may find him, who a sermon flies,
They sway'd about upon a rocking-horse,
-were closely wed
KEATS. MANY are poets who have never penn'd *
Their inspiration, and perchance the best.
Their thoughts to meaner beings; they compress'd
Unlaurell'd upon earth, but far more blest Than those who are degraded by the jars
Of passion and their frailties link'd to fame; Conquerors of high renown, but full of scars.
Many are poets but without the name; For what is poesy but to create
From overfeeling good or ill; and aim At an external life beyond our fate.
* Oh! many are the poets that are sown
By nature; men endowed with highest gifts,
These favour'd beings
WORDSWORTH. The Excursion, Book I. And be the new Prometheus of new men
Bestowing fire from heaven; and then too late Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain
And vultures to the heart of the bestower, Who having lavish'd his high gift in vain,
Lies chain’d to his lone rock by the sea shore ! So be it: we can bear. But thus all they
Whose intellect is an o’ermastering power
Or lightens it to spirit, whatsoe'er
Are Bards: the kindred marble's bust may wear
Than aught less than the Homeric page may bear: One noble stroke with a whole life may glow,
Or deify the canvas till it shine
That they who kneel to idols so divine
Transfused, transfigurated; and the line
With thought, and beings of our thought reflected, Can do no more: then let the artist share
The palm, he shares the peril, and dejected Faints o'er the labour unapproved.--Alas ! Despair and genius are too oft connected.
BYRON. Prophecy of Dante.
In foreign universities,