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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL.
Whate'er he did, was done with so much ease,
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
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Part i. Line 169. Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
Part i. Line 174.
But wild ambition loves to slide, not stand,
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Part i. Line 238. Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.
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* What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
POPE. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 262. + Greatness on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, And leaves for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land.
From Knolles' History (under a portrait of Mustapha I.). Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. - Foel ii. 28.
Not only hating David, but the king.
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Who think too little, and who talk too much.
Part i. Line 534. A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long. But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
Pert i. Line 545. So over-violent, or over-civil, That every man with him was God or devil.
Part i. Line 557. His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
Part i. Line 645. Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Part i. Line 868. Beware the fury of a patient man. Part i. Line 1005.
For every inch that is not fool, is rogue.
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CYMON AND IPHIGENIA.
He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
* Furor fit læsâ sæpius patientiâ.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes,
She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence.
And raw in fields the rude militia swarms;
Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
Like a painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.
Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39. Errors like straws upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below.
for Love. Prologue. Men are but children of a larger growth.
Ibid. Act iv. Sc. I. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to
The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2.
But Shakspere's magic could not copied be ;
The Tempest. Prologue.
The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong ;
Ibid. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. I.
Edipus. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died,
Ibid. Act iv. Sc. I.
She, though in full blown flower of glorious beauty,
Ibid. Act iv. Sc. i.
* Quos læserunt et oderunt.-Seneca, De Ira, Lib. i. cap. xxxiii. Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris. -Tacitus, Agri
cola, 42, 4.
There is a pleasure sure
The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. This is the porcelain clay of human kind.*
Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. I. Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.
Translation of Juvenal's roth Satire. Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.
Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba. 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 lived to-day. Imitation of Horace. Book i. Ode
Line 65. But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
The spectacles of books.
Essay on Dramatic Poetry. Love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.*
Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
The Cock and Fox. And that one hunting, which the devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind.
Theodore and Honoria.
* The precious porcelain of human clay.
Byron. Don Juan. Canto iv. St. 11.
TIBULLUS. Lib. ii. El. 6. Line 49.