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Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!
Activ. Sc. 3.
With clink of hammers closing rivets up.* Act v. Sc. 3.
Richard is himself again!
Act v. Sc. 3.
A weak invention of the enemy.†
Act v. Sc. 3.
'HE King of France, with forty thousand men
RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.
E lives to build, not boast a generous race;
The Bastard. Line 7.
DR. GEORGE SEWELL.
HEN all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
* Cf. Shakspere, Richard III. Activ. Chorus
+ Cf. Shakspere, Act v. Sc. 3.
ISAAC BICKERSTAFF. Circa 1735
PERHAPS it was right to dissemble your love,
But why did you kick me down stairs?
'Tis Well its No Worse.
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If no one cares for me.*
Love in a Village. Acti. Sc. 3.
JONATHAN SWIFT. 1667-1745.
'VE often wished that I had clear,
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end.
Imitation of Horace. B. ii. Sat. 6.
So geographers, in Afric maps,+
With savage pictures fill their gaps,
Place elephants for want of towns.
So, naturalists observe, a flea
Has smaller fleas that on him prey;
And these have smaller still to bite 'em.
And so proceed ad infinitum.
* If naebody care for me,
Poetry, a Rhapsody.
BURNS. I hae a Wife o' my Ain.
+ As geographers crowd into the edges of their maps, parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect, that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild beasts and unapproachable bogs.-PLUTARCH. Theseus.
And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Bread is the staff of life.
Tale of a Tub.
WILLIAM CONGREVE. 1669-1729.
MUSIC hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
The Mourning Bride. Acti. Sc. 1.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 8.
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
Ibid. Act v. Sc. 12.
If there's delight in love, 't is when I see
The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12.
Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude. Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5.
NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.
S she not more than painting can express,
The Fair Penitent.
Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1.
ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.
ESSAY ON MAN.
AWAKE, my St. John! leave all meaner things
To low ambition, and the pride of kings.
Let us (since life can little more supply
- Epistle i. Line 1.
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
Epistle i. Line 13.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
Epistle i. Line 77.
*And justify the ways of God to men.
Paradise Lost, B. i. L. 26.
Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,
Epistle i. Line 83.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
Epistle i. Line 87.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Far as the solar walk or milky way.
Epistle i. Line 95.
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
Epistle i. Line 111.
In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;
Epistle i. Line 123.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Epistle i. Line 200.
The spider's touch how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.*
Epistle i. Line 217.
Much like a subtle spider which doth sit,