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A narrow compass ! and yet there
On a Girdle
For all we know
While I listen to thy Voice.
Of English Verse. Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
Upon the Death of the Lord Protector.
That now she knows,
Go, Lovely Rose.
How small a part of time they share
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,
Panegyric on Cromwell.
Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
Æschylus: Fragm. 123 (Plumptre's Translation).
Byron : English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, line 826
Thomas MOORE : Corruption
In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,
On St. James's Park.
U pon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica.
On the Divine Poems.
THOMAS FULLER. 1608–1661.
Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken
Life of Monica. He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager so ul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.3
Life of the Duke of Alva.
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. – BYRON : Childe Harold, canto ii, stanza 6. ? See Daniel, page 39. To vanish in the chinks that Time has made. — ROGERS : Pæstum.
3 A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
DRYDEN : Absalom and Achitophel, part i, line 156
She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him. Holy and Profane State. The Good Wife. He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows.
The Good Husband. One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience. The Good Adrucate.
A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.
The True Church Antiquary. But our captain counts the image of God - nevertheless his image — cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven.
The Good Sea-Captain. To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.
The Virtuous Lady. The lion is not so fierce as painted.
Of Preferment. Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit; sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room.
Of Natural Fools. The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders.
Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost.
They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter.
Of Marriage. Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing.
Fame. Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.8 Andronicus. Sect. vi. Par. 18, 1.
1 See Bacon, p. 166.
2 See Herbert, p. 205.
8 See Bacon, p. 170.
JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1.
Or if Sion hill
Line 10. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Line 16.
What in me is dark
Line 22. As far as angels' ken.
Line 59. Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
Line 105. To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.
Line 157 And out of good still to find means of evil. Line 165.
Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors !
1 But vindicate the ways of God to man. l. line 26.
POPE: Essay on Man, epistle
A mind not to be chang'd by place or time.
Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253 Here we may reign secure;
choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. Line 261.
Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle.
Line 275. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle.
Line 292. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th’ Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Line 302 Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
Line 330. Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.
Line 423 Execute their airy purposes.
Line 430. When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Line 500. Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. Line 536 Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
1 See Book iv. line 75.
2 Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. - GRAY : The Bard, i. 2, line 6.