Above any Greek or Roman name.1

1

Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Line 76.
He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.2
On the Death of a very Young Gentleman.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:

From harmony to harmony

Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.

A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Line 11.

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.
Imitation of Horace. Book i. Ode 29. Line 65.

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had
Ibid. Line 71.

my hour.

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. Ibid. Line 81.

1 Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.

Pope, Epistle 1. Book ii. Line 26.

2 Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven. Young, Night Thoughts, v. Line 600.

3 Serenely full, the epicure would say,

Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day.

Sydney Smith, Recipe for Salad.

And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. Imitation of Horace. Book i. Ode 29. Line 87.

Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.

Virgil. Eneid, 1.

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,

As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. Ovid. Metamorphoses. Book xv. Line 155.

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear Can draw you to her with a single hair.1

Persius. Satire v. Line 246.

Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!

Juvenal. Satire x.

Thespis, the first professor of our art,

At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.

Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
All for Love. Prologue.

1 And from that luckless hour, my tyrant fair,
Has led and turned me by a single hair.

Bland's Anthology, p. 20, ed. 1813.

And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Pope, The Rape of the Lock, Canto ii. Line 27.

Those curious locks so aptly twined

Whose every hair a soul doth bind.

Carew, Think not 'cause men flattering say.

Men are but children of a larger growth.

All for Love. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.1 The Maiden Queen. Acti. Sc. 2.

But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.
The Tempest. Prologue.

I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. I.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.2

Ibid. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.

What precious drops are those,

Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?

Ibid. Part ii. Act. iii. Sc. 1.

1 You have been often told and have heard that ignorance is the mother of devotion. - Jeremy Taylor, Letter to a Person newly converted. 1657. This is said to have been the utterance of Dr. Cole, at a convocation of Westminster.

2 Quos læserunt et oderunt. ii. cap. xxxiii.

Seneca, De Ira, Lib.

Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris. Tacitus, Agricola, 42, 4.

The offender never pardons. — Herbert, Jacula Prudentum.

Chi fa injuria non perdona mai. — Italian Proverb.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.

Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay:
To-morrow's falser than the former day;

Lies worse; and, while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years
again,

Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ;1 And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. Aureng-zebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.

All delays are dangerous in war.

Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1.

Pains of love be sweeter far

Than all other pleasures are.

Ibid. Activ. Sc. I.

His hair just grizzled

As in a green old age. Edipus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died,

But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long;
Even wondered at, because he dropt no sooner.
Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years;
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more:
Till, like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

Ibid. Activ. Sc. I.

1 There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius. - Macaulay, Hist. of England, ch. xviii.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold, even in the summer of her age. Edipus. Act iv. Sc. 1.

There is a pleasure sure

In being mad which none but madmen know.1 The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

This is the porcelain clay of humankind.2

Don Sebastian. Acti. Sc. I.

I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.3
Ibid. Acti. Sc. 1.

A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.

The true Amphitryon.*

Amphitryon. Acti. 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 The precious porcelain of human clay.

Byron, Don Juan, Canto iv. St. 11.

3 Give ample room and verge enough.

4 Le véritable Amphitryon

Gray, The Bard, ii. 1.

Est l'Amphitryon où l'on dîne.

Molière, Amphitryon, Acte iii. Sc. 5.