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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,
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.*
Epistle i. Line 226.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Epistle i. Line 267.
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,
Epistle i. Line 277.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
Epistle i. Line 289.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.* Epistle ii. Line 1.
If ought do touch the utmost thread of it
She feels it instantly on every side.
Sir JOHN DAVIES (1570-1626). Immortality of the Soul.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far cff, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
DRYDEN. Marriage à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
DRYDEN, ante, p. 158.
'Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ fuit.' Seneca, De Tranquillitate Animi, xvii. 10, quotes this from Aristotle, who gives as one of his Problemata (xxx. r), Διὰ τί πάντες ὅσοι περιττοὶ γεγόνασιν ἄνδρες ἢ κατὰ φιλοσοφίαν ἢ πολιτικὴν ἢ ποίησιν ἤ τέχνας φαίνονται μελαγχολικοὶ ὄντες.
From Charron (de la Sargesse) :-'La vraye science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme.'
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Epistle . Line 13.
Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail,
Epistle . Line 107
And hence one master-passion in the breast,
Epistle. Line 131
The young disease, that must subdue at length,
Epistle . Line 135.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,+
Epistle ii. Line 217.
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Epistle . Line 231.
* Quelle chimère est-ce donc que l'homme quelle nouveauté, quel chaos, quel sujet de contradiction! Juge de toutes choses, imbécile ver de terre, dépositaire du vrai, amas d'incertitude, gloire et rebut de l'univers.-PASCAL. Systèmes des Philosophes, xxv.
For truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be loved needs only to be seen.
DRYDEN. The Hind and Panther.