When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind! He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought, Line 84. The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes Line 107. Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. Line 133. She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence: Line 367. And raw in fields the rude militia swarms, Line 400. Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. Happy who in his verse can gently steer Line 407. The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75. Happy the man, and happy he alone, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day. 8 Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65. 1 And love the offender, yet detest the offence. - POPE: Eloisa to Abelard, line 192. 2 Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère, BOILEAU: L'Art Poétique, chant 1er. Formed by thy converse, happily to steer POPE: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 379. 8 Serenely full, the epicure would say, SYDNEY SMITH: Recipe for Salad. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 71. I can enjoy her while she 's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away. And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate Line 81. Line 87. Virgil, Eneid. Line 1. And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97. Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. Book xv. The Worship of Esculapius, Line 155. She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Persius. Satire v. Line 246. Look round the habitable world: how few Juvenal. Satire x. Our souls sit close and silently within, Mariage à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1. Thespis, the first professor of our art, Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba. 1 Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted or rare, on the Tuesdays.-CHARLES LAMB: Christ's Hospital five-and-thirty Years Ago. 2 See Burton, page 191. 8 See Davies, page 176. Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below. All for Love. Prologue. Men are but children of a larger growth. Act iv. Sc. 1. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.1 The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc 2. Burn daylight. Act ii. Sc. 1. I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.2 But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Act iii. Sc. 1. The Tempest. Prologue. I am as free as Nature first made man, The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1. Forgiveness to the injured does belong; What precious drops are those 8 Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. Which silently each other's track pursue, Act iii. Sc. 1. Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; 1 See Burton, page 193. 2 Fat, fair, and forty. - SCOTT: St. Ronan's Well, chap. vii. Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 1816, writes: "Lord to marry Lady Crescent." Epilogue. is going 1 a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing resident of the 8 Quos læserunt et oderunt (Whom they have injured they also hate). — SENECA: De Ira, lib. ii. cap. 33. Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris (It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured). — TACITUS: Agricola, 42. 4. Chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai (He never pardons those he injures). — Italian Proverb. Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where. Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1. When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. It pays our hopes with something still that's new. Pains of love be sweeter far Ibid. Ibid. Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1. Act iv. Sc. 1. Edipus. Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, Act iv. Sc. 1. Ibid. 1 There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius MACAULAY: History of England, chap. xviii. 2 Whatever is, is right. - POPE: Essay on Man, epistle i. line 289. 3 A green old age unconscious of decay. - POPE: The Iliad, book xxiii. line 929. There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know.1 The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Act v. Sc. 2. Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1. I have a soul that like an ample shield A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow. Ibid. Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1. Whistling to keep myself from being afraid." The true Amphitryon." Act iii. Sc. 1. Act iv. Sc. 1. The spectacles of books. Essay on Dramatic Poetry. 1 There is a pleasure in poetic pains. Which only poets know. COWPER The Timepiece, line 285. 2 Lords of humankind. - GOLDSMITH: The Traveller, line 327. 3 Adore the hand that gives the blow. - POMFRET: Verses to his Friend. 4 Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest. - EURIPIDES: Hippolytus, 438. 5 See Butler, page 211. 6 The precious porcelain of human clay. - BYRON: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 11. GRAY: The Bard, ii. 1. 7 Give ample room and verge enough. 8 Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. · BLAIR: The Grave, line 58. 9 Le véritable Amphitryon Est l'Amphitryon où l'on dîne (The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine). MOLIÈRE: Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5. |