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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
Went up a hill, and so came down again.
From the Pigges Corantoe, 1642.


RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.

E lives to build, not boast a generous race;
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.

The Bastard. Line 7.



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.

The Suicide.




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,
For life, six hundred pounds a year,

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,
And o'er unhabitable downs

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,
I'll care for naebody.

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.

Gulliver's Travels.

Bread is the staff of life.

Tale of a Tub.


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,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

Ibid. Act v. Sc. 12.

If there's delight in love, 't is when I see
That heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.

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,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?

The Fair Penitent.

Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1.

ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.


AWAKE, my St. John! leave all meaner things

To low ambition, and the pride of kings.

Let us (since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us, and to die)
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.

- Epistle i. Line 1.

Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can,
But vindicate the ways of God to man.


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,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

Epistle i. Line 83.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Epistle i. Line 87.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest.
The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Far as the solar walk or milky way.

Epistle i. Line 95.
Epistle i. Line 102.

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.

Epistle i. Line 111.

In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the blessed abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

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,
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;


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